#ricky horror imagine

[yournecessaryevil]

Imagine...

...Chris and Ricky trying to get you to finally fall asleep after a long day while on tour...

• fluff; language; very light NSFW (if you squint)

"But I don't want to go to bed yet!"

You let out a quiet huff, clutching the pillow tighter against your chest as you cast a pleading look at the two men in front of you. Both gave you a raised eyebrow, neither one of them seeming to be impressed by your whining.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking tired-" Ricky began. "Yeah, you need sleep," Chris cut in, nodding in agreement. You stuck out your bottom lip in a slight pout as you continued to give them your best pleading look.

"Do I have to?" you asked, earning an immediate synchronized response of "Yes!" from both of the guys.

Ricky reached up to adjust his beanie before shaking his head at you, a smile playing at his lips. "It's been a long day for all of us, but especially you," he pointed out.

Chris grinned, the piercings in his bottom lip briefly catching the light from the dim interior of the bus. "Yeah, you're not used to the tour life like we are," he teased you.

This earned an eyeroll from his bandmate, who lightly elbowed him in the side. "It's been years, dude, and I'm still not used to it," he retorted, though his former smile still remained in place.

Chris shrugged, before winking at you. "I'm telling you, sleep's gonna be your best friend while you're with us."

You buried your face in the pillow, grumbling to yourself. "Slp fckng sks..."

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

"True, but-" Ricky began, before casting a sideways glance towards Chris, who returned the gesture. A smirk slowly appeared on both men's faces before Chris turned to look at you, leaning forward until his face was a foot away from yours.

"-If you be a good girl for us and go to sleep like you're supposed to-"

"-Like we want you to-" Ricky cut in.

"-Then we'll make sure to reward you for it," Chris finished, his smirk growing a little.

This caught your attention.

It was no secret (especially to the rest of the band) how much of a certain... fondness... you'd developed for Chris and Ricky.

Although at this point, anyone would say it had become a little bit more than that...

You sat there in silence, contemplating the idea Chris had now planted in your mind.

"I think we've got her," Ricky laughed, exchanging a conspiratorial look with his bandmate, who nodded in agreement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris get up from his spot on the couch, moving to sit behind you. You glanced down to see tattooed arms and hands grabbing the pillow out from between your fingers, placing it behind you on Chris's lap, before those same arms were pulling you closer to the man himself.

"Come on, Y/N," you heard Chris purr softly in your ear, "be a good girl for us, for me. Stop fighting it and just give in, go to sleep for me."

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the soft spot behind your ear, followed by another a little further down, along the side of your neck, and yet another on the back of your shoulder.

Chris's hands slowly moved down to splay flat against your lower belly, his thumbs tracing soothing little circles along the inch or so of skin that lay exposed there, due to your sleep shirt riding up a bit.

The way his hands moved, the gentle seduction of his words in your ear, all of it was much too nice, and you felt your blinks slowly getting longer, almost against your will.

"Oh, Chris, man, she's dozing off," Ricky observed in a soft whisper, a grin playing at his lips. His bandmate gave a soft hum of agreement, gently tugging you down so you were now lying in his lap, your head resting on the pillow.

His hands moved up, grazing lightly over your stomach, your breasts, stopping at your shoulders. Again, his thumbs were tracing little circles along the skin there, slowly coaxing you off into sleep.

But wait, sleep- you didn't want to sleep-

You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting back a yawn. "But I don't wanna go to sleep-" you mumbled.

Chris softly shushed you, leaning down to place a kiss against your forehead. "Shh, don't fight it, Y/N. Be our good girl and go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll still be here tomorrow, I promise," you heard Ricky agree, his voice getting closer. Out of the corner of one half-open eye, you saw the guitarist reach down, pulling a blanket over you and tucking the edges in around you. "Get some sleep, babygirl. We're not going anywhere," he murmured.

You watched as he took a seat on the floor next to you, leaning back against the couch, his head resting against your thigh.

"Ricky's right, we're not going anywhere. Get some sleep for us, baby, please?" Chris said softly. You let out a soft grumble in response.

You really didn't want to fall asleep, but fuck, Chris's lap was so comfortable, and ugh, the way Ricky smelled right now-! Everything was so nice, too nice...

Maybe an hour or two wouldn't hurt...

You yawned, before allowing yourself to relax and sink further into Chris's lap, pulling the blanket closer around you.

As your eyes fell closed, you could've sworn you heard Chris murmur, "That's our good girl..."

And as sleep finally claimed you, your mind drifted back to his and Ricky's earlier words, a smile gracing your face.

They better live up to their promise and reward you good for this tomorrow...

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[horrorolson]

Revelations

Ricky walked in from dinner with the boys to find you sitting at the island, sipping from a glass of what looked suspiciously like whiskey, his guess confirmed by the bottle on the counter behind you. His jovial attitude seemed to stay in the doorway as he came further into the kitchen. Ricky pulled another glass from the cabinet, sitting down next to you. 

"Date not go well then?" Ricky asked after a moment. You laughed at what seemed like the understatement of the century. 

"Well," you started, taking another sip of your drink. "I'm single now, so not particularly well, no." You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another as he stared at you. 

"What happened?" Ricky asked you cautiously, as if he was afraid of what you might say. 

"He asked me to move in with him." You shook your head, another sip of your drink disappearing. 

"I don't understand. How is that a bad thing? He wants to be with you all the time, wants to see you in the mornings, and last thing at night before he goes to bed. How is that a bad thing?" 

"I told him no. I don't want to move in with him. I want to stay here, with you, as long as you'll let me," You take another drink as he continues to stare, like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite figure out. "and he didn't particularly like that. He wanted me to pick him over you and he said as much. Which, why he ever thought that was gonna happen, I have no idea." Ricky continues to just stare at you as you rant, seeming to have lost control of your tongue. 

"I mean he's fun and he likes the same shitty movies I do, but, fuck, I'm in love with you and-" you slap your hand over your mouth, your glass clattering onto the counter as your brain finally seems to catch up with what you’re saying. You blink in shock at the man next to you, matching the look of surprise on his face. You squeak out an apology, sliding your stool back with a screech before fleeing from the room. Ricky just sits there in shock for a moment, processing what on earth had just happened. Ricky reaches out for your glass, downing the last couple sips before following you through the house. 

He finds you curled up in the big chair in the office, burrowed under a blanket you'd clearly snagged from the couch on your way past. He hesitated for a moment at the sight of your slightly puffy eyes and reddened face. 

"Yeah, I'm an idiot, I know. If you came to remind me you don't need to. He told me at dinner and then I think I made it quite clear in the kitchen. And I know it's silly. I should have just-" He came to sit next to you, perching on the arm of the chair. 

"I'm glad you're not leaving. I want you here just as much as you want to be here." Ricky brushed a hand over your cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. "You aren't an idiot, you just surprised me. I have thought about it before but I didn't think you were interested, and I’d rather have you here however I can. I decided I’d rather just be selfish and keep you as a friend rather than risk scaring you away for more." Ricky brushed the hair back from your face as he spoke, his hand coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. 

"You mean..." you looked at the man sitting next to you, your lips parted in a seeming mix of disbelief and awe at the realization. 

"Come on you," Ricky spoke, getting up from his spot on the chair. "You're certainly not sober, and we can talk about this in the morning once your head's cleared. How about a movie? Bring that blanket." He held out a hand for you to take, which you did. You didn't even really know what movie he had picked as you were asleep less than 20 minutes later curled up against him on the couch, exactly where you wanted to be.

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[beaker1636]

Rainy Day - Ricky Smut/Fluff

AN: I tried something very different than what I usually do in this fic, trying to focus more on the underlaying emotions than dialogue/what happens in the fic. And it turned out to be the piece I am most proud of. I love this and how it turned out, and hopefully all my Ricky girlies feel the same way. @motionlessindoubt requested a rainstorm Ricky smut and this is where my mind went!

taglist: @tearfallpixie @dragon-chica @darkhallcorner @lacktoesandtoddlerants

You watch out the window as the rain falls, you truthfully love thunderstorms, they are perfect thinking weather.  The problem with that is you can’t currently make your mind shut off, and you are struggling a lot with the self doubt that is running through your head right now.  The man you are in love with is laying next to you in bed asleep, but the problem with that is that he isn’t in love with you.  

The two of you are in a situationship, enjoying the physical side when it benefits the two of you.  Him swearing off relationships as a whole after the one he thought was for him left about a year ago.  At first the friends with benefits thing was enough for you, but it has slowly turned towards more for you.

When you asked him over tonight you actually intended for that to be the end of whatever this is, because emotionally you can’t handle acting like it means nothing anymore when it means the world to you at this point.  The two of you had agreed that if either of you started to get feelings for the other that you would end things.

You don’t realize that he has woken up until you feel a hand brush against your hair, making you turn to look at him. He smiles warmly at you, able to tell that your mind is running and something isn’t right, but he isn’t sure what has changed in the last few hours.

“What’s bothering you?” he asks you softly, his eyes searching your face hoping for a truthful answer. 

“Rick, I-I can’t pretend that this means nothing to me anymore,” you say softly, not realizing that warm tears are falling down your cheeks as you turn away from him, not wanting him to see. “We can’t do this anymore, you have grown to mean way too much to me and I just can’t do this anymore.”

You let out a soft sigh, moving to wipe your own tears away as you now watch the lightning and rain fall outside of your window, focusing on the sounds of the rain over your own thoughts that are yelling at you, telling you that you are an idiot.  That if this is the most you can get from him that you should accept that, it is better than nothing.

“Look at me y/n, please.” you can feel him pull on your arm, wanting you to turn back towards him but you can’t.  

You just shake your head, not wanting to have to see him as you know that his words are going to rip your heart out.  You don’t want him to have to see your face when he does that, not wanting him to have to feel guilt over that.  The two of you agreed to tell the other if things changed because you wanted no strings and you broke that promise.  You continued for far too long after realizing that you developed feelings for him and now you have to face the consequences of keeping that a secret.

“Fine, I can say this without you watching me but I can’t just ignore it and not say anything.  You think things haven’t changed for me either? We have started spending time together, laying with each other like a couple.  We have been spending a lot of time together just watching movies, having dinner together.  We may not have acknowledged that things are different but they are, you think that doesn’t scare me too? That I am not terrified of the fact that I said no strings attached and am absolutely in love with you now?” 

You can’t help the gasp that escapes with you hearing his confession, that you did not expect to come out of his mouth.  You expected a harsh rejection, him to say that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore now that you have feelings for him. 

You slowly turn so that you can face him, searching his face for the lie, but all you can find is genuine emotion written across his face. He reaches out, brushing a couple more of your stray tears from your cheeks with the lightest touch he has probably ever given you.

“You know, they say that rain washes things away right? That it washes things away and helps grow positives? Maybe we need to let it wash away what we used to be and let this new thing grow between us.  If you can trust and accept that what I just said is true,” he says softly, ghosting a kiss against your forehead. 

“Rick, I,” you can’t find the words you need to speak. “I, you love me? You aren’t just fucking with me right now?” 

“I wouldn’t joke about this y/n, I didn’t think I would feel this way about anyone again when she broke my heart, so it has taken me a while to accept what I am feeling for you.  But I do, and I want to explore this with you, if you will let me,” he says softly, cupping your cheek so that he can urge you to meet his eyes.

“I have been panicking about the fact I have fallen in love with you for a few months and you drop this on me? I love you too Rick, I’m sorry because we said we wouldn’t but I do.  I don’t feel bad about it either,” you say softly, hoping that he understands just how willing you are to do this with him.

He shifts closer to you, brushing a soft kiss against your lips, both of you pouring all of your emotions into your kiss, getting all these new emotions out towards one another.  Neither of you pressure each other, taking your time to softly enjoy each other's embrace.

Slowly one of his hands works its way under the hem of your shirt, leaving light touches on your stomach before it makes its way up towards your chest, teasing your nipple gently.  Rolling it between his fingers until it becomes a stiff peak before moving on towards the other one, wanting to slowly bring you back in the mood. To show you just how much he loves and enjoys your body, to pour all these new emotions into each other.

You shift, moving your hips against his, both of you slowly starting to grind on each other as you shamelessly make out with each other like a couple of needy highschoolers.

He shifts slightly so that you are now underneath him, moving his lips so they settle on the soft skin of your throat.  Leaving soft kisses before he settles in your sweet spot, the one he knows gets you going but that you have never let him mark before.

“Please, just this once.  Let me leave my mark, show everyone that you are mine,” he whispers softly in your ear. You shift at his words, knowing that you will enjoy it if you let him  And would having to leave your hair down for a few days at work be that bad? 

You nod, letting out a sigh when you feel his smile against your skin before his lips settle against your neck again, this time nipping and sucking at your sweet spot.  Him growing even more hard as he hears your breathing change, the little whimpers that fall out of your lips without you being aware of it.  And each time you shift your hips they rub against him, another bonus of him working you up like this. He lets out a sigh, pulling away and looking at the darkening mark that now graces the juncture of where your shoulder and neck meet.

You shift again, moving so that you are side by side so that you can reach down between the two of you, taking his hardened length in your hand so that you can gently stroke him, give him a little pleasure like he has given you already, wanting to get him fully hard for you.

His lips find yours again, pulling you into another heated and needy kiss as you continue to work him with your hand until his rests over yours, stopping you.

“I want you to ride me baby, please?” he asks you softly, moving to slip his shirt off of you that you had put on earlier after you two fucked the first time for the evening.  His hands settle on your hips as he rolls the two of you over, pulling you on top of him this time.

You slowly move so that you are straddling his hips, slowly easing yourself down on top of him as you both let out a sigh.  Suddenly feeling closer to him than you ever have before as you rock your hips on his, slowly, in no hurry to finish this out. His hands leave your hips, slowly sliding up your torso to settle on your breasts, kneading them before they start to tweak your nipples, making them hard under his hands. 

You let out a sigh, the feeling of his hands on you as he slowly slides in and out of you sends shivers down your spine, somehow more pleasurable than usual despite it being so much slower than either of you are used to.  You move, getting a little more needy as you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss again.

This is something else that is new for the two of you as well, the two of you have avoided kissing each other too much while you have sex to avoid bringing emotions and intimacy into the act.  So this simple act brings so much more to what the two of you are doing that you are used to.  His lips move against yours needy, searching for something, and you can only hope that you are providing what he needs.

His hands settle on your hips again, this time stopping you as he flips your position, now he is over the top of you.  Looking down at you with such a gentle gaze that you almost don’t recognize the look in his eyes.

As he begins to thrust inside of you, rougher than what you were doing with him he reaches down between the two of you so that he can rub your clit.  You have gotten him so close that he needs you to fucking cum, not wanting to finish without you.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.  Like you were fucking made for me,” he groans out as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “Please, baby cum for me.”

You let go just like he asked, your orgasm hitting you harder than it normally does as you fall over the edge.  Instinctively holding him close to you as you do, him giving a few more thrusts before he falls over it with you. Finishing inside of you with a couple final movements before he stills, neither of you saying a word.

You still have your arms wrapped around him, now pulling his slightly panting form down to you so that you can leave a few more soft kisses on his lips, not wanting the emotions you currently feel to go away.  Scared that if you let him move that things will go back to how they were before, that he will say it was a mistake and he didn’t mean to say what he did to you.

He shifts, moving off of you so that he can pull you close to him.  Able to tell that right now you need the reassurance that things are how they are supposed to be between the two of you. 

“You’re overthinking again,” he says softly with a chuckle. “I can tell.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t expect things to go this well when I said that things have changed.  Now I don’t know what to think,” you admit softly, nuzzling your face in his neck as you curl up beside him, listening to the rain and thunder in the background.

“Don’t think, yes they have changed but in a positive way… what do you say that when this storm lets up tomorrow morning we go out on our first actual date, I think we have a lot to learn about each other considering we skipped that stage,” he says softly, leaving teasing ticklish touches along your sides.  He hopes that the tickles will make you smile, a smile forming on his own lips when it works.

“That sounds nice… Can we cuddle and listen to the rain for now though?” You ask softly, happy when he agrees.  You turn so that you can face the window again, so you can watch the rainfall and the lightning again.  This time with a pair of warm arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest.

The rain washes away your doubts about whether this could work or not, washing away your anxieties and insecurities.  It washes away so much… but all for a good reason. 

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[holding-on-to-smoke]

ello luv 🖤

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[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 2 of ?

Hi guys!

From this part we can finally see Ricky in the story, hope you'll like it :)

Warnings: mentioning drugs and alcohol.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @melissa-anderson

(I will tagg everyone who liked the previous parts, to let them know when the next part is posted. If you don't want to be tagged, please let me know.)

Requests: OPEN.

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Being in a band and having a relationship can be very hard, especially when both of you are traveling all over the world. Seeing each other can become a challenge when your schedules are not matching. Therefore, I am more than happy that after nearly two months I’m going to see my boyfriend, Ben Bruce of Asking Alexandria. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I’m glad we managed to make it work.

We have just arrived at the Warped Tour, unpacking our bags, while I just realized Ben did not call me back. I don’t know when their bus is going to arrive, the only thing I know is that tomorrow they are going to play before us. I heard Andrew calling me from the front of the bus and I looked again hoping there will be at least a message – nothing yet. Maybe they are packing now or have something important to do. I put my phone in my pocket and made my way to Andrew.

“Yes, what’s happening?”

“I just found out there is a party tonight, before the madness that will start tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood for a party.”

“Of course you are. Did your amazing boyfriend upset you or what?”

Now I was furious. The guys from the band never liked Ben, especially Xander had a problem with him. The reason being his previous reputation. Before we would even meet each other he was known for sleeping around, drinking and sometimes taking drugs – the rock n’ roll lifestyle. They were not happy when I announced we are together and still teasing me to this day. I really hope someday this will stop and see what a great guy he is.

“Fine, I’ll be there. But I won’t promise I’ll stay that much.”

“That’s my girl.”

I felt my phone vibrating, knowing I got a message – it was Ben.

~Hey babe, can’t talk on the phone right now, we just left. I’m sorry I’ll be late but I’ll see you at the party tonight. Love you!~

While I was trying to not get upset, not being his fault, I received another message. This time was one of my best friends, Chris Cerulli.

~Let’s hang out in our bus, I have someone I want you to meet.~

“I’m going to see Chris, want to join?”

“Sure, have not seen the dude in ages.”

It’s funny that for as long as we’ve been friends, everyone thought we were a thing. Sometimes we will make jokes about it, but we have never seen each other as something more than friends. We met at the Warped Tour a couple of years ago and he was the one to help us around. He took care of me when different guys tried to hit on me, just to get what they want. I see him as my big brother and the one I could trust with my entire being.

Andrew and I were close to their bus, when I saw Chris standing outside at a table. After a couple of seconds, he saw me as well and we started to run to each other. He took me in his arms and gave me a little spin.

“I can’t remember when I saw you last time. I see you are still crushing everyone’s hearts.”

“Oh, shut up. I’ve wanted to say I missed you but I just changed my mind.”

 While the three of us were chatting, I saw the door from the bus open. A guy I’ve never seen before made his way towards us.

“Lexus, remember I said I have someone I want you to meet? This is Ricky, our new bass player.”

“Hi, nice to meet you. I am a fan of your music, the last album is really great.”

“Thank you, Ricky. I hope Chris will learn some manners from you, he really needs those kinds of skills.”

He just smiled at me, maybe did not have the courage yet to make jokes with the guys. Looking at him, I see how well he fits the band.

“Well, Andrew and I have to go, we need to get ready for the party. See you guys tonight?”

“Of course, we can’t miss it.”

“It was nice meeting you Ricky, can’t wait to hear you playing.”

While we made our way to the bus, I saw Andrew having a little smirk on his face.

“What stupid thoughts do you have now?”

“I saw the way you were looking at Ricky. I just know Ben would’ve not been happy if he saw that.”

“I was not looking at him in some way. My only thoughts were that his looks match the band.”

“I’m sure that is all.” , smirking even more, if that is possible.

When we arrived at the bus I went straight to my bed. I just wanted to sleep for a bit, before I will start to get ready for the party.

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I just arrived at the party with the guys and my boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. My mind made it worse, thinking he will surprise me in some way, that being the reason he did not gave me any sign. Seth and Andrew made their way to get us some drinks, while I was waiting along with Xander.

“You know I don’t like Ben in general, but now I hate him even more seeing how upset you are.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Maybe he is busy and I don’t want to be in his way.”

Xander was not happy at all with my answer. I rolled my eyes and got my drink from Seth’s hand and waved them goodbye. Before we got out of the bus they said with who they want to hang out. Even though I consider those persons friends as well, tonight I wanted to stay with Chris, for not seeing him in a long time.

“You just got here and I already see whisky in your hand.”

“I thought you knew me better.”

He started laughing and lead me to where the rest of the guys from MIW were. They were all chatting and suddenly stopped when they saw me. I never had a problem with them and always felt comfortable in their presence.

“Is Ben here too?”

“No. He said he will be but I don’t know more than that.”

He remarked the pain in my voice when I answered so he decided to just nod and close the subject.

“I will go to get a drink too. Stay here, I will be back as fast as I can.”

The rest of the guys were having a separate conversation and I was trying to follow along. Ricky saw me being left a little behind and came to my rescue.

“Don’t worry, I don’t understand what they are talking about either.”

I started laughing a little and he changed the spot to be closer to me, so we can hear each other better with all the loud music that was around.

“Have you been friends with them for a long time, Lexus?”

“Yeah, for a couple of years now. Chris helped me to understand how this tour works.”

“He is a nice guy, so I understand that. I actually met him a couple of months ago and that’s why I am here today.”

“Well, I’m sure he made the right decision about you. Actually, I saw earlier that your set is right after us.”

“Indeed, I hope you will not be there to see how much of a mess I am.”

“I’m sure you are not that bad. You have to hear me playing bass and you’ll change your mind about yourself.”

He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink while maybe thinking of another subject to discuss.

“Maybe it’s not okay to say that, especially when I just met you but I heard Chris said something about you today.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, he is worried about you. More exactly about your relationship.”

“Of course he is. You can ask everyone in here what they think about Ben and you’ll get why he is worried.”

He tried to say something more when his eyes set on something else. When I was about to ask what happened, I heard a familiar voice.

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[only-the-moon-will-tell]

I am humbly requesting a Ricky Olson author moodboard if possible :))

Omg my first request I got so excited !! 😆😆🤗

Here ya go! :) (I hope it's what you envisioned)

Also y'all should go read his book!! (It's the picture in the middle!!) Here's the link to it on Amazon

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[sweeter0da]

Him and this god damn milk carton

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[heelanat]

five little ducks | zb1 au

cast| kim jiwoong, sung hanbin, seok matthew, kim taerae, shen ricky, han yujin

wc| 4.6K words (omo)

cw| 16+ disturbing content! read at your own risk, profanities, powerful entities, reckless driving, alcohol consumption, death, soft angst(?), horror/thriller, gore, reckless driving, mentions of internal organs, blades, decapatation, kidnapping, blood, skinning, cannibalism

synopsis| a group of college dropouts; matthew, hanbin, jiwoong, taerae, ricky, and yujin, decided to go on a little road trip for the summer - somewhere very distant from the city that constantly reminds them of their bullshit lives

credits| @cafekitsune for the dividers

ib| paa, tuhod, balikat, ulo (enhypen au) on tiktok

the summer breeze brushed past matt's blonde locks as he hooked himself on the van, securing all the luggage they had on top. after three tight knots, he jumped down and swept the dust off him from leaning against the vehicle. "alright, looks secured to me. is everyone sure they didn't forget anything?" matthew asked the five men who have been waiting for him for what felt like ages. "yeah, yeah, now give me the keys already and let's get the hell outta here!" jiwoong nagged as he opened the door to the driver's seat and held out his hand. matt rolled his eyes as he tossed him the keys that were dangling from one of his belt loops and proceeded to shotgun since it was his van, afterall while everyone else arranged themselves in the back. "don't get too excited, hyung. by the end of the month, we're all going back to our cruddy apartments and the endless cycle restarts" ricky uttered without prying his eyes from his phone since he arrived. not long after, they started moving. hanbin looked through the window as they passed by all the run down buildings, people's apathetic faces, and the overall depressing atmosphere. "yo, hyung, can i connect to bluetooth? i have spotify premium" yujin called out from the rear end, waving his phone. "where the hell did you steal the money for that?" taerae scoffed in a teasing manner. "work smarter, not harder. a magician never tells his secrets" he smiled sheepishly as he tapped on his screen to connect to the car speaker. "so, what song should i play?" everyone shrugged as they all synchronized in "you decide" as they were just gonna end up falling asleep anyway. "well if you don't give me - even a genre - i will start blasting nursery rhymes here" they all shared a laugh without knowing the youngest was already typing in the search bar. as the laughter died down, it was quickly brought back once "the wheels on the bus" started blaring from the speakers. "holy shit, jin" taerae rubbed his temple. "you wanted me to decide and you get mad? pick a struggle" he laid his head back as he let autoplay choose the following songs for him and of course, they were all nursery rhymes as well. there were the classics, humpty dumpty and old mcdonald, some underrated 'bops' such as hey diddle diddle and a tisket a tasket, and those that brought back a tsunami of nostalgia like ring around the rosie and head, shoulders, knees, and toes. they all laughed and sang along, even turning it into a competition by tallying who could still remember the lyrics word for word. during one particular rhyme however, no one could seem to recall what it was. well, no one except for hanbin, who was being rather quiet the entire time just gazing at the view from the window. "five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away, mama duck said 'quack, quack, quack, quack' but only four little ducks came back, you don't know that one?" he finally diverted his gaze to them after singing. everyone shook their head 'no' as they all looked frightened at how monotonous and lifeless hanbin sounded while he was chanting the rhyme. hanbin just shrugged it off and went back to staring at whatever was outside. silence replaced the once noisy singing as the tune continued to play in the background rather faintly. as jiwoong had keen eyes on the road and ears on the song, he didn't notice nor hear the snake slithering in the grass and potentially jumping in front of the window scaring him and everyone in the process, making him jolt out of shock, mindlessly steering the wheel as he loses control of the van.

ricky finally let go of his phone to pull taerae into a tight hug, screaming at the top of his lungs while he does the same. as the vehicle was just about on the edge, jiwoong finally steered and got back on track. hanbin, who was at the rear end with yujin, looked at the back window to see that the snake had disappeared, as if it wasn't even there in the first place. matt planted a loud slap on jiwoong's arm. "be careful, for fucks sakes! this van and i have been together through blood sweat and tears!" "we were literally on the fucking edge while 11 feet off the ground and all you care about is your fucking van?!" taerae pushed ricky off of him, causing him to hit the car door. the whole ride was silent after that. the fact that rock-a-bye baby was playing wasn't helping as well. as it reached the end of the song, jiwoong slowed down the van to park by the trees. "you have arrived at your destination" the gps announced just in time for the music to stop. everyone casually exited the van as if nothing happened earlier. "well, the sun is setting, im gonna go set up the tents. matthew, go gather fire wood, the rest, go look for edible berries and a drinkable water source. even better if you can also hunt down some meat and fish" jiwoong ordered while unraveling the knot that tied their luggage together. the five parted from him, on their way to do their tasks with nothing but their phones and the moon as their sources of light. while walking down the path, they couldn't help but listen to hanbin sing one of the nursery rhymes in the faintest voice possible. "five little ducks went out one day, over the hills and far away" he whispered to the trees 14 feet below him. everyone snickered at the sight. "you really like that song, huh?" ricky teased while nudging his shoulder a little too hard, almost making him plummet to his death. "yeah, hyung, looks like the song choice was a good choice after all" yujin cackled. hanbin glared at ricky having almost dying but continued walking. "im gonna go look for logs and branches here, you guys go look for some sharp rocks or stuff" matthew waved as he split from the path. the four of them decided to scatter, turning it into a competition to make it more interesting. "whoever can bring two types of edible berries and a big fish first wins" that phrase from yujin alone was enough to get everyone to scramble, looking for trees and potential weapons. of course, yujin couldn't just lose to his own bet so he picked up a sharp rock and headed to the glacial lake up ahead and started aimlessly stabbing at the current, hoping for at least one dumb fish to get pierced. after a while of failed attempts, he stood up to straighten his back and turned around to check on the rest. the moment he turned his head, he was met by a blinding ray of light, causing him to aggressively squint, trying to locate where it was coming from but before he could do that, a giant rock collided with his head harshly and swiftly, causing him to fall back and splash into the water unconscious.

it was getting really late and no one had made their way back yet. worried, jiwoong rang the group gc. taerae, matthew, ricky, and hanbin picked up.

jiwoong: where the hell are you? and where's yujin?

taerae: uhh yeah, about that-

matthew: im on my way, i think ive picked up way too many logs and branches

ricky: he's dead

taerae: what the fuck ricky smack this is not a good time for those kinds of jokes!

jiwoong: how in the world did you lose him?!

hanbin: we split up

jiwoong: oh my fucking god, and who's genius idea was that?

hanbin, taerae, ricky: yujin's

jiwoong: jesus christ, just- sigh everyone come back to the tents first. we'll have better luck in the morning looking for him with the sunlight.

jiwoong hung up the phone with a sigh. i hope he's alright. after their small dinner, they all divided into two tents. "five little ducks went out one day, over the hills and far away, mama duck said 'quack, quack, quack, quack' but only four little ducks came back" "there he goes again" jiwoong grumbles, covering his ears trying to tune out hanbin's dead voice singing between him and matthew. "go to duck-ing sleep!" matthew smacked his face using the pillow he used as earmuffs earlier. as the first rays of sunlight kissed the mountain peaks, everyone's memories were hazy, and they couldn't quite piece together when they had last seen yujin. all they knew was they separated from the path at one point. "what do we do now?" taerae asked, his voice trembling with worry. "were going to find him. split up and search the area," Jiwoong said, trying to keep a level head. "you guys go ahead. i mean, you need someone to look after the campsite in case of predators, right?" ricky volunteered to stay. the group divided into two teams: jiwoong and matthew went in one direction, while hanbin and taerae ventured off in another. everyone carried their phones to stay in touch. they followed the faint trail they remembered from the night before, calling out yujin's name and scanning the terrain for any signs of him. as they climbed higher into the mountains, the dense forest began to thicken, making their search more challenging. the terrain became rough and uneven, but they persisted, fueled by their determination to find the youngest. their phones buzzed to life every so often, with each team reporting their progress and exchanging encouragement.

hours passed, and the sky began showing signs of nightfall. jiwoong and matt stumbled upon a small clearing, and there, they found a half-burned campfire. "it was probably from the previous campers" matthew suspected. the sight filled them with both relief and concern. relief because they knew they were on the right track as yujin could have found this place, too, but concern for what might have happened to him. they parted ways to go look for more signs of the boy. meanwhile, taerae and hanbin noticed two sets of footprints leading further up the mountain and one leading to a glacial lake. the tracks seemed recent, giving them hope that yujin might still be within reach. they decided to seperate and quickened their pace, calling out louder and more urgently as they followed the trails, taerae going left while hanbin climbed higher. as the evening wore on, their spirits started to wane. the magnitude of the wilderness and the vastness of the mountain began to weigh on them. doubts began to creep into their minds, but they couldn't give up. just when they were about to consider seeking outside help, a faint cry for help echoed through the valley. they all froze, listening carefully. it came again, stronger this time, and they recognized matthew's voice. they rushed towards the sound, fueled by renewed energy. climbing with adrenaline pumping through their veins, they finally regrouped. "he's up there!" hanbin shouted, pointing to a rocky outcrop higher on the mountain. as they make their way to the top, matthew was no where to be seen and the sound of his voice was gone. they tried calling out to him but no one was responding. exhausted, they made their way back to the campsite, grateful to be reunited with ricky, but saddened to have another friend go missing. as they sat around the campfire that night, they shared stories, cherishing their friendship and vowing never to take their adventures for granted. "this experience should remind us of the importance of looking out for one another, especially in the face of adversity." jiwoong tried lightening the mood. everyone could only nod slowly in response without looking up from the ground. "hey, we'll find where they are alright? now that we've heard matt's screams, we should know someone's been messing with us— and we're putting a stop to it" he encouraged them while was feeling a little helpless himself. taerae put out the fire as everyone got comfortable in their respective tents. jiwoong hugged the pillow matthew used while fighting his heavy eyes, trying to stay awake. "four little ducks went out one day, over the hills and far away, mama duck said 'quack quack quack quack', but only three little ducks came back" hanbin sang as he brushed his hair. jiwoong growled, throwing the pillow at him. "shut up and sleep already, god damn it" he buried his head in his own right after.

with a mixture of determination and anxiety, the trio set out on the relentless search, still leaving ricky to look after the tents and the food. on the third day, the forest seemed to stretch endlessly, with its towering trees blocking the sun, casting an eerie gloom over the landscape. they called out to matthew and yujin, their voices echoing through the forest, but received no response. as they trudged deeper into the woods, the terrain became rough, and the undergrowth thicker. jiwoong's initial confidence started to wane, but he kept it hidden, not wanting to worry the rest. taerae, usually the joker of the group, tried to maintain a positive attitude, but the weight of uncertainty was evident in his eyes. hanbin, typically the pragmatic one, began to wonder if they were heading in the right direction. hours pass feeling like days as they pressed on, following paths that seemed to lead nowhere. the forest seemed to be playing tricks on them, distorting landmarks and disorienting their senses. the supplies they were carrying were running low, and desperation started to cloud their judgment. "we should have stayed together when we were hunting for food" taerae said, a tinge of regret in his voice. "maybe we wouldn't have lost yujin in the first place." jiwoong shook his head. "it's not your fault, taerae. we didn't expect anyone to stray far from the path, especially deep in the night. we just need to keep looking." hanbin tried to use his phone's gps, but the signal was weak, and the battery was nearly drained. "we'll have to rely on our instincts now," he said, trying to sound more certain than he felt. as the sun began to set, they knew they had to make a difficult decision. keep searching in the dark, or find a safe place to spend for the meantime and resume the search at first light. "we should find shelter," hanbin suggested. "it's getting too dark, and we could get hurt stumbling around in the dark. lets go back to the campsite instead" jiwoong argued. reluctantly, the two agreed and started walking back to the campsite where ricky was waiting — or so they thought. when they arrived, the campfire was yet to be lit and the lights inside the tent were off. maybe he was just sleeping? hanbin and taerae opened both tents to only find pillows and blankets with no sign of ricky. they tried staying positive, thinking perhaps he just went to find some more water to stay hydrated. just to be safe, they all decided to sleep in one tent. they huddled together, trying to stay warm and comfort each other through their fear and uncertainty. the night was long and restless. every rustle of leaves and snapping twig made their hearts skip a beat, hoping it was them. but with each passing hour, the realization sank in that they might not find yujin, matt, now with ricky, that night. hanbin started singing his what they believed favorite song as if it were a lullaby. "three little ducks went out one day, over the hills and far away, mama duck said 'quack, quack, quack, quack' but only two little ducks came back" this time, jiwoong and taerae only hugged him tighter as they remember yujin, who brought on that whole nursery rhyme thing in the car.

at first light, jiwoong had woken up to the smell of a foul odor and wood burning. he unzipped the tent and saw taerae eating meat while hanbin continued to grill the others. "mornin' hyung" hanbin smiled at the elder. "woah, were did all this meat come from?" jiwoong's eyes widened as he sat on a log in front of them by the fire. "we woke up at dawn and decided to go searching until we stumbled across the carcass of a deer with its meat and guts sticking out" taerae responded with a mouthful of said deer meat. "huh, this might just be the cheapest venison yet" jiwoong cackled as he took one of the paper plates and the disposable spoons as hanbin served him a slice using tongs. only having fish and berries for days, naturally you would get excited to dig in. "huh, this doesn't taste like venison. its a little on the harder side, as well" jiwoong examined the food on his plate while his teeth fight it in his mouth. "yeah, we thought the deer must've been there for a while now and maybe the meat was already decaying— but it's okay, the germs probably died in the fire!" hanbin joked in attempts of driving them away from thinking they're eating contaminated meat. after their small meal, they resumed their search with renewed determination. this time, jiwoong being left behind as he suspected whoever was messing with them moved closer to the campsite since ricky was the last target. if matthew was still around he would have been the one staying considering his strength but he's all hanbin and taerae have left. they agreed to do face time and keep it on no matter the circumstance in case of any more inconveniences that everyone is hoping don't occur. but despite their efforts, they were still unsuccessful in locating their friends. the forest seemed to have swallowed matt, yujin, and ricky whole. "two little ducks went out one day, over the hills and far away— OH SHIT!" hanbin wasn't looking at where he was going and slipped on a rock, now he's quite literally holding onto dear life over the edge. "HANBIN?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" jiwoong jumped up from the foldable chair ricky had been using. "look at this idiot" taerae turned the camera to hanbin dangling over the edge whereas hanbin was smiling through the pain in his own phone. "don't worry, i got you" taerae grabbed his wrist and tried pulling him up but was too weak to carry his whole weight. his sweaty palm made him slip from the grip, causing hanbin to slide further down. "KIM TAERAE!!" he yelled, not being able to contain his fear anymore. "i don't have enough strength hyung" taerae whimpered. "leave a marker somewhere so i can identify where i should be looking and come back here for lookout" jiwoong instructed. taerae ripped the sleeve of his shirt using his teeth, setting his phone down for a while to tie it into a nearby tree. "there, i tied a white ribbon to the tree closest to the cliff" taerae pointed it at the camera. "HURRY!" hanbin screamed at his phone. taerae sprinted through the woods as fast as he could. jiwoong kept a close eye on his younger brother carrying his entire weight on his finger, worry coating his eyes. despite watching like a hawk, the screen suddenly turned black and glass shattering could be heard from his end. "hanbin? hanbin are you there?!" jiwoong shook the phone as if it was just the signal acting up. "h- h- hyu- u- u- n- ng-!" the audio was static but he could tell he was in need of help asap. "taerae, check on him!" jiwoong frantically yelled at taerae who has been running the entire time. "im almost at the campsite hold up" as soon as he said that, jiwoong could see him getting closer. he finally sprinted towards the opposite direction while skimming through the trees, looking for the marker taerae had left for him.

when he finally found it, he slowed down his tracks. "hanbin!" he called out to him. he slowly walked to the ledge only to find no sign of him. "t-taerae are you sure he was here?" jiwoong looked at his phone "i-i... t-the marker isn't there... right?" taerae's voice cracked, not wanting to conclude into the worst possible outcome. "im afraid it is.." jiwoong showed the tree that clearly had the white fabric from taerae' shirt earlier. taerae, who was holding back his tears, finally started bursting out into tears. jiwoong looked around for hanbin's phone. he thought the signal couldn't have just disappeared by itself, it must have been tampered with but there was no sign of it either. with a heavy heart, he decided to return to the campsite while comforting taerae over the phone, walking along the path. mid-way, he ended the call to take some time for himself. we could have went to the beach, to the club, hell, a children's playground, for all anyone cares! but we didn't know this hellhole was just as shitty as the one back at home. the breeze cooling his skin as he walked, his dark locks billowing in the wind as he hung his head in sadness, anger, and especially regret.

as he emerged from the woods, taerae was waiting for him by the campfire, drinking ground coffee he made from the beans he found while picking berries. he seemed to have calmed down from the crying earlier but, just like jiwoong, was and will still mourn the loss of their four amigos. jiwoong sat on the log across him. "can i have some?" he pointed at taerae drinking. "of course" he gave a slight smile before getting a mug and pouring hot water. "berries?" he offered them from a small dish. "thanks" jiwoong grabbed a couple and popped them into his mouth. they didn't talk to each other, they just kept each other company by simply being in each other's presence by the campfire while drinking coffee and eating berries under the starry sky. "i think we should call it quits now, ey? i mean, we've been doing it ourselves for days now, maybe it's time to report to proper authorities" jiwoong finally spoke after hours of silence and self-contemplating. taerae slowly nodded, still in disbelief of everything that happened. "s-sorry i wasn't fast enough..." he stuttered while shivering and gripping onto his mug, shaking it. jiwoong walked up to him and bent down to pat his back. "hey, it's not your fault. i know you were running as fast as you can, we were on face time, afterall. it's this fucked up place to blame" jiwoong gave a reassuring smile. taerae smiled back at him before he got up. "well, let's get packing." jiwoong said as he grabbed the foldable chair. him and taerae packing up the things their friends left behind was the most painful thing they had to do. as taerae settled in the tent, jiwoong put out the campfire using a bucket before laying down himself. "good night, rae" "good night, hyung" jiwoong pulled taerae into an embrace as they fell asleep in each other's arms. the next morning, taerae woke up to the sun blinding him. he stretched and rubbed his eyes and looked at jiwoong. "hyung, wake up, the earlier we go back home,the faster we can get them to find the boys" taerae tried shaking him awake but he wasn't budging. he tried screaming inches away from his ear. huh, he really wasn't budging. actually, he wasn't even moving at all. taerae took his index and middle finger and put it against jiwoong's neck to check. no pulse. "hyung?" taerae tried slapping him. "h-hyung, you can't do this to me" he tried piching and pulling on them but jiwoong was long gone. taerae bent down and buried his face in his shoulder sobbing. but it wasn't out of sadness, it was out of delight. "finally" taerae laughed to himself. he started singing as he was sliding the butcher's knife hiding under his pillow. "one little duck went out one day, over the hills and far away, mama duck said 'quack, quack, quack, quack' but none of the little ducks came back" taerae swung the knife and off came jiwoong's head.

"In a shocking and horrifying incident, local authorities have closed down a popular mountain area for a crime scene investigation after the discovery of severed heads in a trash bag. The incident occurred on Mount Zerobase, a beloved destination for hikers and outdoor enthusiasts. 

The victims were found by a group of hikers who stumbled upon a foreign odor coming from the bag, opening it to the gruesome scene early this morning. The authorities were immediately notified, and a team of investigators, including local police, forensic experts, and search and rescue personnel, were dispatched to the site.

As of now, the exact number of victims and their identities have not been released to the public, pending notification of the families. However, preliminary reports suggest that five campers were found dead at the campsite as of 3:20. The motive behind the killings remains unclear, and authorities have not ruled out the possibility of a random act of violence or a targeted attack. However, forensic experts have stated all of the heads had a duck carved into their foreheads using some kind of blade.

The closure of the mountain area is expected to last for an extended period to facilitate a thorough investigation. Visitors are urged to avoid the area until further notice to allow the investigators to collect evidence and ensure the safety of all visitors.

Local law enforcement has assured the public that they are dedicating all available resources to solve this heinous crime and bring the perpetrators to justice. The community is in a state of shock and mourning, as this tranquil and picturesque mountain spot was considered a safe haven for outdoor enthusiasts.

Officials have also requested that anyone with information related to the incident come forward and assist with the investigation. They believe that any detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem, could be crucial in solving this tragic case.

As the investigation unfolds, the thoughts and condolences of the entire community go out to the families and friends of the victims. This incident serves as a grim reminder of the need for vigilance and caution when venturing into remote areas, even those that are typically regarded as safe and serene.

This is Jeon Bichna, reporting live. Back to you, Myung Cheongseok."

taerae turned off the television and leaned back on the couch, smiling to himself as he took another bite out of his homemade burger— made with special ground meat.

"since that day, no one didn't dare go camping on mount zerobase ever again. the end!" taerae laughed as he turned off the flashlight that luminated his face. everyone was huddled together; jiwoong with matthew whereas hanbin and ricky both squeezed yujin from opposite sides. "oh you scared cats, it was just a campfire story!" yujin rolled his eyes. "yeah, a campfire story with our names and taerae being a FUCKING SERIAL KILLER" jiwoong yelled as matthew carressed his back, trying to calm him down. taerae could only cackle looking at everyone's reactions. "regardless of the names, fiction is fiction, reality is reality. now, who wants berries?" taerae took out a whole container of berries he brought from home and gave them all a sly wink and bursted into laughter while looking at their frightened faces.

a/n: boooo that was it? that wasn't thriller! that was pretty basic >:[ lmao ANYWAYS IM SO HAPPY ITS OVER NOW CAUSE I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE NEEN GETTING NIGHTMARES FROM THIS EHEHEHEH if you've made it this far, kudos to you! thank you so much for sticking around <3

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 au #zb1 imagines #jiwoong imagines #hanbin imagines #matthew imagines #taerae imagines #ricky imagines #yujin imagines #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 ricky #zb1 yujin #alternate universe #horror #thriller #horrible histories #disturbing

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Eternally Yours~Ricky Olson

Y/N Pov

I'm in the pantry, looking for pasta noodles. I'm making pasta for dinner; both me and Ricky have been craving it for weeks, but I finally went to the grocery store today to get what I needed to make the pasta.

I got the noodles, sauce, cheese, and meat. I think that's everything. I put the noodles in the pot, while the meat was cooking. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, and warm, strong arms wrap around my waist, and a soft kiss getting planted on my head.

"Hey baby" I smiled, looking my husband, Ricky's voice. "Hi love" I looked up at him, and saw him smiling at me, softly. "What you making, love?"

I poured the sauce into the meat and stirred it around, and said "pasta" I smiled as Ricky started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas or some shit.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my small figure and hug me tighter than he ever has. I never thought he would be this happy about pasta, but here we are. "I didn't realize that you loved pasta that much" I laughed, and saw him shake his head and say "I love pasta, but I love you more, Mrs. Olson. You're eternally mine until we both rot in hell"

I blushed when he said that. Whenever he called me "Mrs. Olson" it made me feel butterflies and made me blush like crazy. Ricky has this effect on me. Whenever he's around or whenever I think about him, I immediately start having uncontrollably butterflies.

Even after being married for almost two years, it still happens and I can never control it. I guess his cuteness has control over me.

I heard him chuckle at my pink tinted cheeks. I felt his lips on me once again, but this time they were in my lips. I kissed him back, and smiled into the kiss.

We both backed away after a few seconds, and I continued on making dinner with some help from Ricky.

As I was mixing the noodles with the meat sauce, I started quietly singing 'Eternally Yours'. I was hoping that Ricky wouldn't hear because I'm insecure about my singing voice, but to my luck, he did hear.

His arms once again wrapped around my waist, and his beautiful, angelic voice, whispered "so tell me your secrets, join me in pieces. To rot in this garden made of stone. Eternally yours"

We spent the rest of the night, dancing and singing to Motionless in the kitchen. After we ate our plates of pasta, we laid down on the couch, cuddling each other, watching old interviews of Motionless.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, and slowly fell asleep, laying in his arms, feing safe. Before I fell asleep, I felt Ricky's lips kiss my head, and him quietly singing "I'm willing to rot in hell with you"

Thank you so much for reading! :3 🖤🥀

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #ricky horror #ricky olson #2000s emo #eternally yours #pasta #pasta and noodles #gothic romanticism #gothic romance #goth #motionless in white imagines #motionless in white fanfic

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Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences

Collection of Motionless in White One shots/preferences. Still on going and has 18 chapters so far!

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#motionless in white #miw band #miw fanfic #chris motionless #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #ricky olson #ricky horror #x reader #band preferences #miw imagine #chris cerulli

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“Break The Cycle” - Chris Motionless/Cerulli (smut)

This is my first fan fiction ever! I made a Chris Motionless x Reader that I was thinking of making into chapters but starting as a bit of a one shot smut. It’s a little sappy, but I like it. Enjoy! <3

P.S, sorry if the formatting is wonky. Thank you mobile tumblr.

Chris has always been sweet natured, despite what you may see in music videos that tout a unforgiving, relentless man. He has his flaws, regrets and quirks, but that doesn’t mean he won’t use them to wiggle his way into new situations. For example, he can’t hold a relationship but it doesn’t stop him from seducing you like lovers would; sending charming texts just as you’ve gone too far in your own mind in the dead of night, beckoning you to join him in his lonely apartment so you two could spend the solitude together - which inevitably leads to so much more. Chris has always seen your personality akin to his, caring, nurturing, and at times hopelessly throwing yourself in the way of love. You begin as friends and he confides in you regularly, coming to you about his private thoughts, pursuing you as a friend, or even matters of his music. On the topic of regrets, he recently came to you for advice about his song “Masterpiece.” He was explaining that he couldn’t afford to be in another relationship, the hardships were too much for him to bear and he felt overly infatuated when it comes to partners, so much so that it ruins the relationship from the core. He found himself to be overbearing and it riddled him with grief, so he swears off relationships like the plague - save for the things you do in private. It isn’t love, it’s simply friends with benefits. “No strings attached,” as he put it. Yet, you can’t help feel differently. Those previously mentioned moments where he would send sweet texts lead you on, filling you with a twinge of hope that he would see things on a different level. Now you are the one who finds yourself infatuated and regretful; starting a FWB that only leaves you wanting more emotionally. You’re aware that he can’t carry having a significant other, but the way he touches you, talks to you more than a friend would, has you feeling his experience. “Maybe if I just… steady him,” you think to yourself, “slow him down. We don’t have to rush into things, if that’s his problem.” Your fingertips stutter against his as you’re watching the dark ceiling, no light filtering through to make anything out of the popcorn paint. He rests peacefully next to you and your ruminating mind. One of his check up proposals worked yet again and you’re lying next to him after making your way over. His breathing is soft while he’s facing you, his icy blonde hair still prominent with little to no light in the small room, breaths landing on your arm as he moves in more towards you in his sleep. Your hand is still on top of his, you can feel every rough patch on his upper palm from holding many taped microphones during shows, running circles gently over the rugged pieces. It only hurts more to share such little moments knowing it’ll go nowhere in the end. Any lovely scenario you can muster will never manifest itself truly despite your love for him, the ball has been in Chris’ court - or could be, if you were honest of your feelings. You say it silently by feeling his skin in the dark in times like these, or when he’s making love to you when you’re over. Yet, never verbally.

You roll onto your side where your back now faces him, and the blinds are angled to luminate the floor with slats of street light from the story high window. Eyes darting aimlessly in your own melancholy, you trace the wrinkles on the sheet beneath you. Shifting erupts from behind you, and the pressure of his palm makes a divot in the mattress, propping himself up. Chris stays still for a moment before cautiously, slowly, reaching out to your hair and running his fingers through it. He lowers himself to stay up on his elbow and continues to rake his slender fingers through your soft tresses. You revel in the quiet, intimate moment. This is exactly what keeps you holding on to his finger; the gentle instances where you know Chris has the capability of loving, and loving properly. So what holds him back from pursuing anything? Especially something with you? You let out a soft sigh. He pauses again, fingers remain motionless in your hair. “You’re awake,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You roll over on your side to be met with his shirtless frame, his pale skin retracts from your hair. You offer a muted smile in response. He retires from his position and puts an arm underneath you, drawing you closer. ‘This is so perfect it’s almost painful,’ you admit to yourself. “What are you doing up? Something on your mind?” he asks. Your mind sounds like alarms, desperately wanting to bellow, ‘yes! I’m in love with you and the moment! I want this forever!’ “No, not really,” you exhale, shaking your head, the sound of linen pillows scratch in your ear. “Hmm,” he sounds, situating his hips and rubs his large palm in a pattern over your exposed stomach, inching upwards by the second. His eyes are fixated on your torso before flickering up to meet your gaze, now intrigued and soft. His dark eyes have a sparkle that is almost like a smile in itself. Chris leans forward, his jaw brushing against yours and mouth closer to your ear, “are you sure?”

You wouldn’t crack, there hasn’t been enough prodding for you to say what’s truly on your mind. You sound an ‘mm-hm’ in an objection to his question. Although, the way he’s been behaving since waking up has you feeling butterflies blossoming in your stomach. He may be experienced with love, but also very much so in intimacy. His wandering palm cups under your breast, rubbing and gently squeezing. The feeling illicit’s a soft whine in surprise, causing him to smile in the crook of your neck. Chris continues to massage your breast under your pajama top, warm hand engulfing your supple skin. He uses his index and thumb finger to gently play with your nipple. You cross your thighs together, squeezing slightly in return to the sensation heating up in your groin. His smile lessens to kiss in the bare part of your neck, subsequently the sweet spot you enjoy. His pale, velvet skin on your breast switches between playing your nipples and massaging your boobs. You move closer into his body, wrapping your arm around him, fingernails scratching the surface of his back lightly enough to leave trails of white. “Such a sweet girl,” his raspy voice purrs below your ear, continuing to kiss and graze his teeth on your neck. Stopping his pattern on your breasts he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, giving much more access to other parts of your body. You have only been wearing an oversized top, forgoing your panties for the night, which is very convenient for Chris. His actions have been pulling whimpers and whines from you that have only been the start. His middle and next finger run across your exposed lips, wet and sensitive to his touch and the cold air that rushes in. Your mouth is ajar, gasping to his actions.

Chris is reveling in your reactions and the way you look next to him; lying in anticipation of his touch, focused on his fingers teasing where you want it most. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep up at least the sexual aspects of what you both share, it does offer some closeness, and he’s the only person who knows your body better than you do. No amount of toys or playing alone to the thought of him can compare to the real thing. “Is this is what you’ve been wanting?” He asks. You bite your lip, moaning softly as he adds some pressure to running his fingers but not entering inside you and brushes against your sensitive clit.“Use your mouth before I fuck it,” he asserts and lowers his gaze to you. You throw your head back, “fuck, please?” “Use your words, ‘please’ what? Please finger you?” He pries, pushing his two fingers slightly into your needy hole. You wriggle your hips almost in protest for him to just put them in already. You bite down harder on your lip. “Please, Chris? Come on, please,” you gasp. He pushes his fingers in and you rest your leg over his hip more, no room left to move in closer especially with his arm under your body. Pumping his fingers in and out you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He rubs that perfect spot that makes your senses go wild, your mind jumbled with thoughts of being fucked any way possible by him. Profanities slip from your mouth as he enters a blissful pace and rhythm inside you. “More, more - yes - oh, more fingers please.” He pushes in another to amount to three fingers, the feeling stretching you wonderfully. “Oh my god,” you drag out in a moan. A bit of a throaty growl spouts from his throat. His thumb pad begins to rub in circles on your delicate clit. “That’s it, atta’ girl, taking my fingers so good.” You dig your nails into his back. Your foreheads press together in a moment before he dips in to kiss you, deepening it by the second before it turns into using tongue. You break apart slightly to moan before he catches you again, slightly picking up his pace. The only thing you both can hear is the sounds of your lips, the wetness of your folds, and your needy breaths. “Had enough yet?” You gulp, tightening around his busy fingers. “No, sir.” “That’s fucking right,” he groans, pulling his hand from you. You gasp in opposition, immediately missing the full feeling. It’s short lived when Chris rebuilds your resting position to being flipped over on your stomach, your face angled sideways on the pillow instead of being buried face-first. He brings your hips up some to where his hips meets the curve of your ass. He’s hard through his underwear and you can feel the ridges of his cock through the smooth fabric. His muscular arms are on either side nearest to the round of your shoulders. He dips his head to kiss on your bare back from where your top had slid towards the base of your neck and exposing your breasts. He trails them down before using his right hand to play with your breasts under your lifted body. “Look at you underneath me, perfect position to be fucked and used.” Every word he says, every touch, lights a fire in the core of your stomach. You can’t focus on every bouncing thought that makes way through your head, your senses are nearly overloaded. You can only feel the incessant want in your tight pussy, the primal urge to be filled is overwhelming. At the end of his sentence he lays a few slaps on your full ass.

You feel his weight leave the bed for a moment to strip himself of the remaining clothing before returning. The street lights have funneled in at the advancement of the moonlight, leaving a little more sight to see his completely tattooed arms return around you to take off your top. Although the way he plays with you is rough and filthy, sometimes the small things feel like little lovely reminders that you’re still safe and regarded. Within the swift motion of discarding your shirt he reaches to his cock, rubbing the head along your pussy.

“Fuck, please sir, please put it in.” You beg at his mercy. Chris delights himself in your pathetic cries to be ruined. To him you’re adorable when you’re vulnerable and at his whim, every aspect of your pleasure and satisfaction is up to him. Never has he left you empty handed. Smiling with perfect rows of crystal-esque teeth, he situates himself close to you, bodies pressing together again as he sinks in. You grip the sheets and pillowcases, burying your face in the plush mounds. A loud moan escapes your lips, his sound matching yours in different pitch.

“Such a little slut,” he thrusts into your soaking, pink, wet pussy, quickly picking up the pace. Chris clasps a hand in your hair and uses his other to hold on to the silk fabric. “Taking me so good. I love fucking your pretty body, all fucking mine, too. I can’t resist fucking my sweet girl.”

“Oh, god, Chris!”

He gives a guttural moan to your whines. He dips his forehead in between your shoulder blades, hand still situated in your hair. His hips are slamming into yours, every ridge and vein of his cock gliding over your own velvet ridges and that aching spot. Chris finds a new resting place for his large palm around your throat instead of your hair. He squeezes enough not to hurt but enough for you to feel the pressure.

“Come on, bunny, fuck- such a good girl,” his blonde hair is scattered over your shoulder blade. Your bodies are moving in sync with one another’s, shaking the once still mattress and causing your breasts to bounce in time with his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, only adding an enormous amount of pressure to your g-spot and the hot feeling in your abdomen.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, I can’t focus on anything but you,” Chris confesses, giving quick kisses to your spine and neck, “I’ve been wanting to dominate your precious body for so long - fuck. Nobody can fuck you like I can, isn’t that right? Your body was fucking made for me!”

Chris admitting such a thing makes your own sounds louder. Even though it’s lustful you still hold it close that he’s been thinking about you and longing for you in some kind of way. You only wish that you could take it as he wants you permanently, but that would be tangling yourself in the strings he said aren’t attached. You love the satisfaction he brings to you, the way he knows your body in and out, can make you feel better in so many aspects. You feel as though he knows what to say, sexually or not, so how could he feel like there are so many regretful things he’s said to others? In your eyes he’s almost like a perfect figure. You’re slowly brought back to the moment at hand when he’s rubbing your clit, arm wrapped around your hip. “I can’t take it anymore, Chris.”

You’re very close at this point, your sensations are sent into overdrive.

“You have to ask for fucking permission,” he delivers a sharp spank to your ass, abandoning your clit. “And I better hear ‘thank you.’” He has rules; you have to ask for permission to cum, tell him when, and if you’re spanked you have to say “thank you, sir” each time. His timed thrusts haven’t ceased and he’s increasing the hot, searing red marks on your supple ass. To acknowledge his rules, you utter meek thank you’s for each one. Once he feels like you’ve deserved enough, he returns his skilled fingers to your clit and the feeling slowly boils over.

“Please! Please let me cum, sir. Fuck, you feel so good inside me. I’m so close, so fucking close.”

Chris slightly presses down on your clit, sending you over the edge. Your thighs tremble, incessant moans pouring from your mouth, breathing rapidly under him.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing such a good job cumming for me.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching bundle of nerves, only quickening his motions a bit more and you know he’s close too. Your overstimulated body shakes and you can feel your own sheen of wetness coating your thighs as he’s fucking into you. His moans quickening, leaving more of his body weight on yours and using the free hand that was holding him up to grab your tits. All of this is sending you into another orgasm that’ll meet his.

“Fuck, I love you, that’s my girl, that’s my fucking baby girl,” he growls as you both release, both of your loud moans raking the room. After finishing he slowly slips from you, all the while pulling your body to his as he lays on his back and sits you half on his tall figure, cheek pressed to his chest. You’re both breathing deeply.

Chris fixates his gaze on the ceiling after realizing what he had said in your climax. It’s almost as if he’s paralyzed in fear and he knows it didn’t go unnoticed. A part of you feels hopeless afterwards. Did he mean it? Or was it just a spur in the moment, something you say just because someone would like to hear it? Did he even know you had feelings for him like that? So many burdening questions race through your already full mind. You look everywhere in the room from your place, wishing you could just be swallowed whole to never appear again, not in this life time. He hasn’t spoken up since saying that, but puts his arm around you and traces little shapes on your back.

“Now there’s something you’re thinking about.” He speaks softly.

Before you can answer or even register what Chris had said, he’s speaking again.

“I know -.. I know what I said,” there’s an audible swallow, he stops tracing and pushes your jaw up with his fingers, eyes darting with yours before leaning in to kiss you.

“Maybe,” he almost whispers, “maybe I can break the cycle with you.”

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[celestineveil]

Needy Theater

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Author's Note: Hello, Hello! It's me again! This oneshot is Ricky Olson x Original Character

Content Warning: This oneshot contains smut.

Oneshot Summary: This is a Ricky Olson x Original Character ( Ariadne ), and they are at the movies when Ricky got out of hand

Word Count: 590

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Throughout the duration of the play, a sense of anticipation hung in the air around Ariadne. The theater was dark, but the sensation of Ricky's hand gradually inching up her thigh was unmistakable. She attempted to divert her attention to the stage, yet Silas seemed to possess an intuitive knowledge of how to arouse her. Soon enough, his fingers found their way into the confines of her jeans, teasing her through the fabric of her panties. A sharp intake of breath betrayed Ariadne's attempt to maintain composure, prompting her to glance at him.

"What?" Ricky murmured, his expression feigning innocence as he met her gaze. With narrowed eyes, she gently removed his hand from her pants, guiding it to rest on his own lap. Hastily, she fastened her zipper, endeavoring to focus on the unfolding drama.

Undeterred, Ricky draped an arm around Ariadne's shoulders, slipping her hand beneath the neckline of her blouse to toy with her nipple. Suppressing a whimper, she bit down on her cheek, struggling to keep her attention fixed on the performance. Ricky's caresses persisted, his lips tracing a path along her neck. Overwhelmed by sensation, Ariadne could endure no more. She rose abruptly, seizing Ricky's arm and leading him out into the parking lot, where their unlocked car awaited.

Seated inside, Ariadne turned to face Ricky. "If you desire anything tonight, you'll drive us home immediately," she instructed, her tone firm. Ricky smirked in response, igniting the engine and propelling them toward their shared apartment.

Upon arrival, Ricky hastened indoors, with Ariadne following closely behind. Keys were discarded, and before Ariadne could react, Ricky had her pinned against the door, his hands restraining her. Locking eyes with her, he issued a command.

"You're mine, understood? Not a sound unless I permit it," he growled. Ariadne nodded, the anticipation building within her. Rick hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom where he undressed with careless abandon.

As Ricky stripped Ariadne of her clothing, his gaze lingered appreciatively on her form. Positioning her over the edge of the bed, he administered a gentle caress to her ass before plunging two fingers inside her. Ariadne gasped, hoping her pleasure wouldn't betray her. But Rcky was attuned to her every reaction.

A resounding smack against her skin accompanied his reprimand. "What did I say about making noise?" he demanded, his voice commanding compliance. Ariadne remained silent, feeling his hardness against her.

"Good girl. Now, tell me what you want," Silas murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"Please, I want you," Ariadne pleaded eagerly. Without hesitation, Ricky entered her forcefully, eliciting a cry of ecstasy mixed with pain. He silenced her with another slap to her rear.

"Not a word," he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ariadne's body. Despite her struggle to contain her moans, Ricky's words fueled her desire, bringing her ever closer to climax.

As their passion peaked, Silas whispered huskily in Ariadne's ear, expressing his desire to assert their connection. Unable to contain herself any longer, Ariadne moaned loudly, her release imminent. Ricky's thrusts grew more frenzied until he reached his own climax, collapsing beside her in a satisfied heap.

Breathless and spent, Ariadne snuggled into Silas's embrace, feeling utterly content. "That was incredible, Ricky," she murmured, a smile playing at her lips.

"Yeah, it was," he chuckled, pulling her closer. "But I think you'll be sore tomorrow," he added, his laughter echoing in the intimacy of their shared moment. As they drifted off to sleep, Ariadne couldn't help but feel grateful to be exactly where she belonged.

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[horrorolson]

Thunderstorm

The thunder once again shook the building, the windows vibrating in their panes, the lightning illuminating the entire room, visible even through the blankets pulled up over your head.

Just as you started to relax, the rain on the window just beginning to lull you into sleep, another massive roll of thunder shook through the apartment, urging you to your feet. There was no way you would fall asleep like this. You pulled your blanket around your shoulders, padding out into the hall, the hardwood cold on your bare feet, making you pull your blanket closer around you.

You found what you were hoping for halfway down the hall, Vinny’s door left half open, an invitation for you or Ricky to come crawl into bed with him, should you want to; Vinny was always open to cuddles. You sighed as your cold toes met the soft carpet of his room, easily finding your way to the edge of the bed even in the darkness between the lightning lighting up the room. A loud crash of thunder startled you at the edge of the bed, making you squeak out in surprise, causing Vinny to stir on the bed, looking up at you huddled up in your blanket looking like you wanted to disappear.

He reached out for you and guided you into the bed with him, your blanket falling on the floor where you had been standing as you slid under the covers with him, your head resting on his chest as he runs a hand through your hair, the other coming up to hold the hand resting on his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He starts to hum a tune, a lullaby only half remembered, the vibration of it in his chest starting to soothe you into sleep, his heartbeat against your ear distracting you from the thunder outside the window.

Just as you were about to slip off into sleep, the door brushed open again, Ricky wandering over and crawling into the bed with the two of you, his chest pressed against your back as you lay on Vinny, his arm going over the both of you.

“I came to check on you when the storm woke me, but I see Vinny is already taking good care of you.” He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, doing the same to Vinny before laying down and closing his eyes. You smile, the storm beginning to calm to the patter of drops on the window, and reach down for his hand, bringing it to rest with your’s and Vinny’s.

“I love you.” you whisper into the room, as you drift off, asleep before you can hear them return your sentiments, but knowing nonetheless.

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[beaker1636]

I'll Be Home For Christmas - Ricky Angst

AN: I am really proud of how this one came out, I genuinely love it! Thank you for the request @tearfallpixie ! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

“What do you mean that you won’t be here in time for Christmas?! This is why I didn’t want you to book a flight home on fucking Christmas eve?” 

You want to yell, to scream out your frustration and grief towards your boyfriend, who is telling you yet again that he is missing something important to you but instead you find yourself getting quieter, almost in a whisper as you fight back your tears from his news.

“You-you promised me that you would be home for Christmas after having to miss our anniversary, my birthday, Halloween, and Thanksgiving. Rick, you fucking promised me,” you mumble, lip trembling as you try to keep your tears back.

“I know I did baby, we’re all currently trying to figure out how to get home.  It’s not our fault that the flight was canceled, it just happens unfortunately.  In fact Chris is currently fighting with someone trying to figure out what the fuck we can all do to get home. Ryan, Vin, Chris and I were all booked on this flight and are stuck here.  I know I promised you to be back for your favorite holiday, I’m so fucking sorry and wish I could do more right now,” you can hear the remorse and frustration in his voice, that he was just as upset as you are.

You let out a sigh before responding, “It’s part of being with you, I have to accept that, I am working on accepting that, but it’s hard Rick it is really hard.”

“I know baby, I know.  At least we are taking time off after the holidays for our next album so I will be home for a while,” he says, sounding sad as well which just makes you feel worse.

“Yeah, I hope you make it home soon.  Rick, I’ve got to go, mom is calling me,” you say softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, I’ll keep you updated,” he answers before hanging up.

Your mother isn't really calling, you just need to end the call before you say something that you will regret during your emotions at the time.  You have to take some time to think about what is going on in your mind before you speak about it, not wanting to take your frustrations out on your boyfriend. 

You make your way to your bed, laying down on his side before you give in, letting your tears finally escape your eyes as a couple sobs escape as it all finally hits you.  Grief from missing him so much the last couple months Anger because he is missing another important thing. Anger because he promised you and broke it. Frustration from spending your favorite holiday alone. But most important, and probably the hardest thing is the loneliness that you feel.  

Your anger winds up winning as everything runs through your head, angry at yourself for trusting his words when he has failed you before.  And angry at yourself because he failed at keeping his promise.

You groan in annoyance, getting up and finding yourself in your living room.  Glaring at all the decorations that are mocking you, at the tree you had to decorate yourself this year.  You let out a growl before you begin ripping all of the ornaments off the tree, crying and frustrated.  Letting a couple break as you drop them while throwing them in a bag so you can be rid of the thing.  When that is done you tear the tree back down, taking it and the ornaments back down into the basement.  You wind up taking everything down in a fury, pissed off and annoyed and hurt.  So fucking hurt, you debated going home with your family but he fucking promised you.

You thought taking everything down would make you feel better, because then you wouldn’t have to sit and look at them when you know you won’t enjoy your Christmas now.. But instead it has made everything feel more real, breaking your heart even more as you sit on the floor where your tree once stood bawling, questioning if your love for Rick will always be enough to get you through the loneliness and heartbreak that you feel so deep.

Meanwhile

Chris walks back to the group, looking a little less pissed off than he was when he went up to the poor lady working the desk, but also frustrated.

“Okay, I got somewhere with her, we may still have a chance at getting home.  The airline has a flight to Philadelphia that leaves in 6 hours out of an airport that is a 4 hour drive away and she was able to get the four of us on it.  So if we can get a rental car, drive to the other airport in time, take the flight we would land in Philly at about 2 in the morning and would all get home around 430 if we can get someone to meet us at that airport to drive us home.  So let’s all start calling all the rental car places around here and see if we can find one last minute on a holiday and make this happen,” Chris says, giving a hopeful smile to his bandmates and friends.

Rick lets out a sigh, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that they can somehow make this happen and get home for Christmas before pulling out his phone and starting to make calls.

They have no luck and now 15 minutes later Ryan is calling the last place, all feeling defeated and awful when he finally has a breakthrough.

“I’ve got one, it’s a car so we will be cramped with all of us and our luggage but it’s better than nothing.  They are holding it for me so let’s get a taxi and get there before its too late,” he exclaims, getting up from his seat.

Everyone cheers, thankful that they finally found something that will work, hoping everything goes as planned and despite the fact they’ll all be exhausted they will finally be on their way.  Eventually getting to the rental place and now on their way, Ryan drives.

Everyone’s moods have lifted at the prospect that they may have pulled this off and be home in time to be with their families.

While sitting in the car headed towards the new airport Rick’s mind wanders towards you, he tried calling you but you didn’t answer him.  He hopes that you are alright, able to hear you trembling when you speak and it really hurts him to know that you were hurting, especially when he feels like it is all his fault. But the part that killed him the most, that broke his own heart was when you said that it was part of being with him, that you have to accept that.  He honestly hates that he puts you through that, it is hard on him but he knows it is worse on you because you are stuck at home alone when he is off.  You had moved away from your family for him, so you are truly alone and he feels awful that he might not even be there for you at the holidays.  He would do anything if he knew he could erase all your pain and grief, but he knows he can’t.

He hopes that you aren’t taking it too badly, that you will be happy when he surprises you in the morning.  He also selfishly hopes that you are sleeping when he arrives home, that you will wake up and find him in your bed and get the gift he knows that you want the most this year, himself.

Back To You

You find yourself sitting on the couch, feeling a little numb as you continue to look around the room at the emptiness.  You and Rick should be getting home from the airport about now and instead you are sitting here, waiting for him to arrive but knowing he probably won’t tonight, which brings you back to your sorrow. 

You had things all planned for tomorrow, knowing he would be tired and sleep in, you planned to make a big breakfast for him in bed with all his favorites, but not until later in the day.  The two of you would have a lazy day, watching movies curled up together before enjoying a nice dinner.  You had already picked up both his and your favorite Christmas movie from the store, had bought everything, hell you even got some new lingerie for that night once the two of you were relaxed and ready to ahem spend time together.  You had everything figured out for a nice holiday and now you are alone. 

Your mother even begged you to come home for the holiday and you said no because you wanted a nice time with Rick, being his first day home from tour and now you wasted what could be a nice trip home. 

You get a call from him but you don’t answer it, given the time you figure it is bad and that you’ll be disappointed all over again, plus you just don’t want to for a moment, needing this time to figure out what you want.

You finally give up, deciding that you want to go to bed and forget about everything.  You can deal with this tomorrow, maybe if you are lucky he will be home tomorrow night and it won’t be a complete waste of the day.

The Next Morning 

Rick finally arrives home around 5 in the morning, thanks to Vinny's mom who spent her night picking them up from the airport and giving everyone a ride to their houses.  He makes sure to give her a smile and huge hug as thanks before grabbing his bag and making his way up the walkway.  He lets out a huff, before trying his hardest to unlock the door quietly so that he doesn’t wake you up.  He stops in his tracks when he notices that there is no tree up, no decorations anymore, and he knows how much time you spent putting everything up.  You facetimed him the entire time to try and make him still feel like he had a part in it with you. He sighs in disappointment before making his way into the bedroom to be with you.

His heart breaks when he sees you sleeping on his side of the bed, holding his pillow to your chest. He can tell that you were crying, your eyes slightly red and puffy in your sleep.  He shuffles out of his jeans and shirt, quietly sliding on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in before laying down behind you and wrapping his arm around you, smiling when you instinctively roll over and nuzzle your face in his neck but not waking up.  

When you wake up around 9 you are confused at first, you can tell someone is holding you before you even open your eyes.  You shoot up, concerned that someone has broken in, or who knows what but then you notice it is Rick and can’t help the excited squeal that escapes your mouth.

You can’t believe he made it on time, he told you he wouldn’t and you thought you would be alone.  You just watch him sleep for a while, not wanting to move and risk waking him up because you know he had to have arrived late.  But also because you can’t believe that he is currently home, in bed with you.

He stirs after a while, slowly stretching before opening his eyes and looking at you where you lay curled up in his side.  Rather than speaking he moves some of your hair, which is a mess from sleeping, out of your face before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss, both of you lingering in the kiss, not wanting to separate after finally seeing you for the first time in a long time before he finally sleepily pulls away with a smile.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he says quietly, neither of you moving nor having the desire to.  He just gave you your favorite Christmas gift, himself, and you couldn’t be happier to be laying here with him, having a lazy morning.  It may not have been the big breakfast and everything you had originally planned but this?  This is better.

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[holding-on-to-smoke]

Do you do imagines for Ryan Sitkowski of MIW?

Yes I do ☺️

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[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 13 of ?

Hi guys!

I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry for that. :( Hope you'll like this part. <3

Warnings: none.

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Ricky’s point of view

We had to stay for 4 more hours to work on the song. It was still not done, but we made some changes to it. In the meantime, Lexus told Chris that she was not feeling well and she would go home. Of course, it was a lie, and he knew it had something to do with me. But surprisingly, he did not say anything to me.

While I was driving home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There must be something I can do to make her trust me again. At the same time, I hated myself for being another burden on her mind, next to her ex-husband. He did her so wrong, and I hoped I would never see him again because I knew I would regret later what I would do to him.

Suddenly, I took the right exit instead of the left one. My brain made me choose the road to her home instead of mine. I decided that it may be a sign, something I need to do right now, or I’ll never get another chance. 6 years have already passed and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I parked my car and went to the door. For a couple of minutes, I contemplated if I should do it or if it was better to leave. Again, my unconscious moved my hand and knocked on the door. After a couple more minutes, which felt like hours, Lexus was in front of me.

“Ricky, what are you doing here? I thought I made myself very clear when I told you to leave me alone.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for that. But I really can’t get you out of my head and my heart. The only thing I am asking is for one more chance to make things clear. After I will explain everything, if you don’t want to have anything to do with me, I promise I will step back.”

She looked at me dead in the eyes and a tired sigh left her lips. Still thinking that it may be wrong, she moved a little so she could let me enter.

“We can talk in the living room, my daughter is with her father. Start explaining.”

“I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I’m really sorry for everything. From the moment we met, I only brought sadness into your life. Now I’m sure, more than ever, that the only thing I want in this life is you.”

“This is not easy at all, Ricky. You can’t expect me to forgive you just like that, jump into your arms, and pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Of course, I know that. But we can take things slowly. Then you’ll see I’m not the man I used to be. You can trust me.”

“How slow do you think would be best?”

“Well, I can assure you, nothing intimate would happen. Not even holding hands if you don’t feel comfortable doing it. We can be friends first. Having dinners together, watching a movie or just talking when we need to get something out of our chest.”

“What if it will make things worse?”

“It can never happen. We can try and when we feel things are going in the wrong direction we can stop. But at least we will know that we tried.”

Lexus stood up from the couch and walked around the room. While she was thinking of an answer, I was feeling like I could faint at any moment. There she was, the woman of my life, deciding our future.

“I guess we can try.”

All I wanted at that moment was to take her in my arms and kiss her with all the passion I had in me. But remembering what we agreed on, I just smiled, knowing this was a win as well. Now I had the opportunity to show her how much she means to me.

After 6 months

Lexus’s point of view

Motionless In White released their album “Scoring the End of the World” and it was a huge success. Their fans loved it so much, the songs did so great on the charts, and I couldn’t be any much happier for them. Now they had to prepare for the world tour, which will start in about 2 months.

At the same time, Ricky and I got to be the most talked about topic. A lot of pictures were released with us from what we thought was going to be a private moment. The speculations started right away, all of them saying that we got back together, which was not the case. There were some not-so-nice ones as well when people would say that I divorced Corey just to be with Ricky, not thinking of my daughter’s feelings. After a few of those, I stopped reading the news when they popped on my phone.

Apart from these things, I was having a really great time with Ricky. We started to get to know each other for a second time, discovering how much we changed through the years. He kept his promise and never tried anything without my consent and after 6 months of being friends, we only got to hold hands. I appreciated how he never complained about it and forced me to do something I would not want.

Even though there was not much happening romantically between us, I took him home to meet my daughter. Corey was not happy about it, especially thinking that Ricky could become one day her stepfather. Regardless of that, my daughter liked him from the beginning. She would show him all of her favourite toys and make him play with her, which was the sweetest thing I ever saw. I knew that in my final decision, I had to include her as well, and I was glad to see how well they got along.

Tonight we decided to have dinner at my place. While we were preparing the food, Blaire was upstairs in her room. The tour will start in 2 months and I knew I wanted to make things straight before he would be gone for 7 months. I knew I would never have this good of an opportunity any time soon, and I wanted to get it out of my chest.

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