#Ricky Olson fluff

[circle-with-me]

heal me when i’m broken

pairing: ricky olson x fem!reader

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, comfort, fluff, shower sex, fingering (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

word count: 1.6k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @tearfallpixie @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sitkowski @collective-heartbreak @catharsis-in-darkness @undead-ahead-wh0re @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses

authors note: i wrote this from an anonymous request i received where reader wakes up from an intense nightmare and ricky comforts her. fluff and smut were requested. i hope i made your request exactly what you wanted, love. please enjoy 🩷

also big thanks to my bestie/beta reader @deathblacksmoke 🫶🏻

Screams echo around the room as you wake up in a panic. Your body thrashes underneath the sheets, attempting to escape from the horror that had been chasing you in your sleep. A muffled voice repeats your name, but you can’t focus on it. You open your eyes but you’re too blinded by fear, your chest aching from gasping for air.

The voice gets louder and a figure appears in your still cloudy vision. You feel hands grab your wrists and you fight back to break free. The figure pushes your wrists to your stomach with one hand and the other comes to your face. The thumb rubbing at your temple feels familiar. The soft lips that delicately press to your forehead despite your violent movements are not from a stranger or a monster from your nightmares. It’s him.

As his voice breaks through the ringing in your ears, your body stills. Your vision clears and his stormy eyes stare back at you dejectedly. His eyebrows knit together with concern as he pets your sweat soaked hair out of your face. He lets go of your hands, both of them instantly wrapping around him.

“I’m so sorry, Ricky.” You sob into his neck.

He places featherlight kisses to your collarbone, running a finger up and down your arm. You feel your breathing slow down; your heart no longer pounding in your chest.

“Was it the same one as last time?” Ricky whispers.

You nod, whining. He squeezes your arm comfortingly, moving his mouth to your bicep. Ricky watches you as he thoughtfully kisses the tips of each of your fingers until they stop shaking.

“Is that better?” He asks, placing his face in your hand and smiling.

You’re uncertain of how he does it. How naturally he takes the darkness inside of you and chases it away with the lightest touch. You avoided spending nights with him for so long at first — terrified he would witness your nightmares and leave. The memories that haunted you weren’t his burden to bear after all. He finally persuaded you to stay with him, all but getting on his knees to convince you.

You had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had that night. He didn’t bat an eye, just held you until the screaming stopped. Every tear was wiped away as they fell. Consistent reassurance was whispered in your ear that you were safe – he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Finally, you fell back asleep some time later, sleeping in until late morning. You found out later that he had stayed up the rest of the night to keep an eye on you, soothing you back to sleep anytime you stirred unpleasantly.

Being loved by Ricky Olson is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

You gently move him so that you can swing your legs over the edge of the bed. All of your muscles ache and your bones crack as you stretch. You sigh loudly, feeling Ricky’s hand come to the small of your back. He sits beside you, pulling you into him.

“Why don’t I turn the shower on for you?” He asks, propping his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll throw in one of those lavender shower steamers. Maybe that and the hot water will help you relax.”

You lay your head against him, humming in contemplation.

“Will you join me?”

“I will never say no to that question.” Ricky punctuates his statement with a peck to your shoulder, pushing himself off the bed towards the bathroom. He stops at the doorway and looks back at you. Without a word, he holds his hand out for you, gesturing for you to come to him.

You do so without protest, following him into the cold bathroom and sitting on the counter as he turns the shower on. He ensures the water is at the perfect temperature before he sets the lavender scented disk on the floor.

Ricky helps you out of your sweat soaked tank top. You hop off the counter and wiggle out of your shorts and underwear. The water burning against your skin is pleasant. You let it run down your back, the smell of lavender permeating your senses. Ricky steps in not long after, wrapping you in his arms and burying his face in your hair.

The warmth from his body heat and the water eases the pain in your body. You slump into Ricky’s arms and he chuckles as he peels you off of him to wash your hair. He lets you wash your body, now having enough strength to do so. You watch his eyes wander, following the soap suds as they fall down the slope of your breasts and descend to your stomach.

It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his hands to himself. You can see the inner workings of his mind as his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip. He’s unsure if this is an appropriate time given this morning’s events.

You place your hand on his chest and he glances up at you. There’s little communication necessary, just a squeeze of your waist and a slight nod from you has him lurching forward. Your lips are consumed by his, nearly knocking the air out of you when you collide together.

He backs you against the shower wall, lips attached to your neck. The hot water beats down on your bodies as you tangle together. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your chest upwards. Ricky takes the hint, smirking, and dips his head down, wrapping his lips around your breast. Carding your fingers through his hair, you give a playful tug. He groans, gripping the flesh of your ass. His mouth is back on yours instantly, desperate to taste you more.

Ricky’s hand drifts up the side of your thigh, then between them, his fingers running through your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you grab onto his shoulders; the sensation causing you to lift onto your toes. He swirls your swollen bud with the pads of his fingers, slotting his knee between your legs.

“Open up a little more for me, baby.” He breathes, nudging your leg gently.

You do as you’re told, giving Ricky the room he needs to slip a finger inside of you. His pace is brutally slow, languidly drawing a single digit in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, yet not enough, and has you begging him to go faster – for more, anything he’s willing to give. All he does is softly shush you, his lips firmly against yours, hips thrusting against you in an attempt to sate his own need for the time being.

Ricky curls his finger inside of you and your vision goes white. As you clench around him, he speeds up his rhythm. You cry out his name, your entire body bucking in his arms as your orgasm rushes through you. He moans in your ear telling you how good you’re doing, moving and bending with your body as you do.

“Fuck..” Ricky pants, his hard cock twitching against your leg. “Turn around, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turning around, you press your body against the tile of the shower wall. Ricky grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to meet his own. He bends over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your spine as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

His moans are deafening as he rocks into you. He starts out slow with shallow half-thrusts. You would complain about him teasing you, but from the quiver in his breath, he’s just as affected by it as you.

You call out his name, desperate for him. He runs his hand up your stomach and to your chest, pulling you back against his own. Ricky pumps his cock deep inside of you but his pace is still devastatingly slow.

He swallows every whimper that falls from you, one hand resting on your throat while the other returns to your clit. He increases his pace inside of you only a little, but it’s enough for the coil in your belly to start tightening.

“God, I can feel you, baby.” Ricky grunts in your ear. “Let go for me.”

His words make you clench around him. His resolve crumbles a little as he fixes his arm across your chest, driving his hips into you harder. He bites down on your neck as he spills into you, your orgasm following quickly behind his.

Ricky rinses you off with the now cold water and helps you out. He wraps a towel around you and you sit on the counter per his instructions so he can detangle your hair. He combs each strand with care making sure he doesn’t pull too hard. You watch him with heavy eyes, admiring his dedication. He catches you staring, doing a double take when he notices.

“What?” He asks, huffing out a laugh.

“Thank you.” You reply simply.

“For?” His eyes don’t meet yours this time as he’s too focused on a particularly stubborn tangle.

“For being my safe person.”

Ricky stops dead in his tracks, placing the comb down next to you and focusing his entire attention on you. His eyes search yours for a moment, a small smile on his face. He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips.

“Thank you for being mine.” He whispers.

[spookieolson]

You make everything better. (Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader)

A/N: Felt like writing some fluff for Ricky today. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Language, light angst and fluff

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It was another long day at work. Customers were jerks and I didn’t even get to go on my lunch break today. I was exhausted and hungry.

I trudge my way out of the mall and into the parking lot. I find my car and get in. I let my head rest on the steering wheel as I let out a groan mixed with frustration and exhaustion. I run a hand through my hair with a sigh and start the car.

The drive home wasn’t easy. People drove like morons and some idiot almost side swiped me. It seemed my bad day was only getting worse.

Finally, I arrive home and pull into the driveway. Ricky was still at the studio with the guys and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. I turn off the car and grab my purse and get out of my car. I walk up to the door and dig in my purse for my keys.

“Damn it, where are they?” I grumble, getting more annoyed as I can’t find my keys. “Fuck, come on!”

Eventually after some digging, I find my keys and unlock the door. I get in and throw my bag to the side. I go to the couch and sit, soon to slump against it.

I was tired.

Mentally, and physically tired.

I could feel tears prick my eyes as I hugged one of the pillows. Today was a rough day, and all I wanted to do was cry.

So, that’s what I did. I let the tears run down my face as I hugged the pillow closer, shoving my face into it. I wished it was Ricky. Ricky always made everything better.

But he wasn’t here. He was working. All I wanted was for him to comfort me, and I couldn’t have that. Not for a couple of hours. Now I was sobbing.

I don’t know how long I was crying, but I heard the front door open. I didn’t bother to acknowledge whoever it was, I really didn’t give a damn. I just hug the pillow and keep my head down as I hear the sound of footsteps. I had cried so much that my voice was tired.

“Sweetheart? You home?” Ricky’s voice calls as he gets closer. I don’t answer.

Ricky finally approaches me, and frowns when he finds me like this. He crouches down to my level and gently takes my face.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks softly, his voice filled with worry.

“Bad day…really bad day..” I mutter, my voice on the verge of cracking.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shake my head in response. Ricky nods. “That’s perfectly okay. Have you eaten yet?”

Shit. Ricky hated whenever I didn’t get the chance to eat. I gulp and look away. Ricky frowns again.

“I’m going to take that as a no.” He says with a sigh, then places his hand on my leg. “You need to eat, sweetheart.”

“Not hungry..” I mumble. That was a lie. I was starving, but I didn’t want to get up and eat.

“Uh uh. We’re not doing that. You need to eat.” Ricky stands. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna go take a nice shower while I make food, change into comfy clothes and then we’re gonna have a movie marathon on the couch. I’m not letting you be sad.”

That actually sounded pretty nice. I nod and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Ricky extends his hand and I take it as he helps me up. He walks with me to the bathroom and places his hands on my shoulders.

“Just relax, okay? Take your time while I cook pasta. I know it’s your favorite.”

My eyes light up a little. “Thanks Rick..”

Ricky smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Of course baby, you deserve the best. Now go shower, okay?”

“Mhm..”

Ricky pulls away and leaves the bathroom so I can shower. I undress and turn on the shower. I end up taking a nice, long everything shower using all of my favorite smelling products. It made me feel a bit better.

I step out of the shower in my towel and walk into the bedroom. I put on my favorite body lotion and put my hair in a jaw clip. I change into comfy clothes and leave the bedroom.

When I walk into the kitchen, the smell of cooked pasta greets me. Ricky was almost done. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, nuzzling my face into his back. Ricky turns his head and looks down at me with a smile.

“Hey beautiful. Have a nice shower?”

“Mhm…”

“Good. Dinner’s ready, go sit.”

I nod and let go of Ricky, a little sad to let go due to him being so warm, and smelling good too. I go to sit at the table.

Ricky plates the pasta and walks over, setting a plate down in front of me. I pick up my fork and waste no time devouring my pasta.

Ricky smiles as he watches me eat. “So much for not being hungry, huh?” I hum in response as I finish my first plate. I happily get up to grab another.

“You always make it just the way I like it, thank you.” I say as I sit back down, picking my fork up again and eating.

“It’s no trouble, really. I knew it would make you happy. It’s easy to make as well.”

We finish eating and Ricky sets the dishes aside in the sink, saving them for later. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the couch. He pulls me with him to cuddle. He sits me in his lap and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, resting my head against his shoulder.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, Rick..” I say softly as he turns on the tv.

“I wanted to, baby. I never want to see you sad.” Ricky says as he settles on a movie, sets the remote down, and pets my hair. “It makes me sad seeing you upset.”

I nestle into him, nuzzling my face into his tattooed neck. “You always know what to say, and how to make me feel better. I love you..”

Ricky presses a kiss into my hair and pulls me closer. “I love you too, sweetheart. I’m always here for you.”

“You’re the best.”

We spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and watching movies until I end up falling asleep. Ricky carries me into our shared bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He pulls the covers over me and kisses my forehead. He lays on his side and wraps an arm over me. It isn’t long until he’s asleep as well.

He always made everything better.

[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.

[arkiliastuff]

The Angel of Music - Part One

Ricky Olson x Female Reader

N/A : So this is one is (probably) going to be a very long fanfic that I will do in several parts. I got this idea on my mind one day, I felt very inspired about it, and thought it would fit into Ricky's vibe somehow (jhfkjdfdh). I'm very excited to share this one. I had much more fun and felt more comfortable by writting in this format, so I'm certainly going to keep it :D

Warnings : Some fluff and angst. Romantic tension (idk how to call it)

Next PART TWO | PART THREE

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It was the end of September. Autumn leaves falling from the trees in your city, with the air getting colder and rainy. Because of the cool breeze, you tried to cover up your nose and neck with your scarf. Walking in this weather didn’t bother you though, since you liked it. But you didn’t want to get sick. Your voice and throat were very important for your job as an opera singer. 

And today was another day of rehearsal at the opera. So you woke up early this morning to enjoy the drizzle. You weren’t freaked out walking there alone. You liked that spooky atmosphere. Usually you didn’t go to the opera this early. You preferred going there when the evening came and going back to your home when it was pitch black.

Your coworkers were worried about you when you did that. So they convinced you to come earlier in the morning, so you could go back to your flat, safely. Even though they did ask you if you wanted them to accompany you or drive you back home, you always declined, enjoying being alone. 

You didn’t want them to tag along because your introverted and anxious ass was too scared to ask them or even bother them with your problems. Plus you didn’t even know if you could trust them. So you made up an excuse : being alone was easier for you to be aware of your surroundings. It made you look paranoid sometimes but you were always cautious, giving a dead look to the people glancing at you.

And so your coworkers started to call you the “Lone Wolf”. You didn’t care about the nickname, if they were mocking you by saying it, you were more appreciating it. It made you look cool and mysterious.

You finally managed to arrive at the opera, easily and safely. When you saw the security guard waving at you to welcome you, you nodded your head as a salutation.

“Good morning, miss” He said to you politely.

“Good morning Alfred” You replied “ Are the others here ?”

“Hmm.. It seems you are the first of your singer co-workers who have arrived. But you’re the second to be early at the opera this time”.

“Oh ? A rival ? That’s interesting. Who is it ?”

“A musician from a metal band called Motionless in White. He asked me if he could train himself at the opera today. I said it was open for few hours before your group arrived, miss”

Motionless in White ?! Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve heard this band’s name before. It was one of your favorites you listened to during your youth. You were such a hard fan of their music.

Thank you for letting me know, Alfred. Well, I better go and start to warm up my voice. Have a nice day”

He replied to you very respectfully, letting you enter the opera. Alfred wasn’t the real security guard’s name. It was actually you who gave this nickname to him, since you were always struggling at remembering names. And the first time you saw the security guard, so respectful and polite, it reminded you of the butler in Batman’s comic books. You couldn’t help yourself but letting out your thoughts at that moment. Surprisingly, he took this nickname very well and didn’t get upset about it. He was even playing along with you. Since that day you kept calling him Alfred.

He was the rarest human being you tolerated in this job. To you, your coworkers were too much and were making you uncomfortable, with their hypocritical behavior, by asking questions about you, pretending they cared. They always ended up socializing between them, anyway. So you tried to avoid them as much as possible, barely talking to them. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were already in front of your dressing room. You unlocked the door with your keys, but before entering, you noticed, in the corner of your eyes, something shiny on the floor. You crouched, looking closer. It was a black metallic key attached to a string. A necklace ? Someone probably lost it. You picked up the key, keeping it in your jeans pocket until you find their owner. And, in case you couldn’t find the owner, you could give it to the lost items office, which was also Alfred’s responsability. 

Once you changed your casual outfit to your scene one, a white shirt with black pants, you locked up your dressing room and headed to the main stage, with your music sheet in one hand. As you got closer to the main stage door, you heard a melody. A guitar sound.

And then, a voice. A beautiful voice. Almost divine. Someone was singing. You felt shivers running through your spine. It was so magnificent to your ears. But also it was very melancholic. As you were getting few ideas about who this musician was, you finally decided to pull the door knob, getting in.

The stage was illuminated by the chandelier, just above. Though it wasn’t the only thing that was enlightening the room. As you went down the stairs, you saw a silhouette of a man, short dark haired, sitting on a chair, playing his guitar with an intense focus. He was wearing a lot of black clothes, a sleeveless jacket that was revealing his arms covered with tattoos. You noticed he had few of them on his neck as well. As you got closer, you realized who this musician was.

Short dark hair, pale skin, blue grayed eyes… It was Ricky Olson for sure. You’ve listened to the band's music for a long time and loved a huge majority of their songs. You loved the lead singer's voice, but the one who interested you more was Ricky. Each time you could hear his voice, in a Motionless song, you were excited. His voice was enchanting. You couldn’t stop listening to it. Plus his personality was so adorable you were melting every time you watched his numerous tour vlogs. Yeah you were an absolute Ricky’s fangirl.

Seeing him alone, in front of you, at the opera of your hometown, was making you crazy. The more you were getting closer to him, mesmerized by his voice and play, the more you could feel a heat wave overwhelming your body. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you thought you were having a heart attack. At this rate, you were convinced that even Ricky could hear your heart pounding so much.

As he heard your thoughts, he lifted up his head, looking in your direction while he stopped playing. The sudden silence in the room made you feel a pressure on your shoulders, like you were caught up on something. You felt the urgent need to explain yourself.

“Erm… Hello.. Sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t mean to. I’m actually an opera singer who practices here.” You muttered so awkwardly, choking on your words.

Ricky stared at you with his icy eyes, perhaps gauging you, as he let you talk. But, oh my God, even like this, you knew you could die happily. His gaze on you was so deep. It made your cheeks blush.

“An opera singer, huh ? I see.” He said abruptly, surprising you a bit.

Gosh, even his talking voice was so soothing and divine. His quiet tone didn’t help to calm down, though. It was the opposite.

“Don’t worry about interrupting me” He kept saying “I am the one who came here, in the first place. Pretty unusual for a metalhead, right ?” He chuckled softly.

You were about to pass out on every word this man was saying to you. It was very bad. You loved hearing him laugh quietly, already.

“It’s fine… The security guard told me about it. You can stay if you need to… So, hum.. you are ?”

“I’m Ricky Olson, from Motionless in White. You can call me Ricky”

“I’m Y/N” You said, your voice shivering. “Enchanted to meet you. I’m a fan of your band.”

He arched a brow, a bit stunned, but he kept his sweet smile to you.

“Well, thank you ! That’s very flattering coming from an opera singer. I wasn’t expecting that at all. What a pleasant surprise.”

A pleasant surprise, he said. He gave you an indirect compliment but still… It made you smile. He said you were pleasant… You threw away this random thought coming in your mind. Come on, it wasn’t the time to make weird scenarios.

“I've been a big fan of metal and metalcore music since my childhood. So that’s not new, for me. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover” You tried to joke nervously.

Ricky giggled as an approval. Oh God, you loved hearing his sweet and quiet laugh. It was so cute.

“Plus, metal and opera singing have more in common to what we might think. And I want to combine these two different styles, if I get the chance to perform on my own.” You added, feeling more brave to talk, all of the sudden.

“Oh really ? Well, I can’t wait to see you perform one day.” He said, with a shy smile, and then looked at your sheet. “What were you rehearsing on ?”

You almost forgot your music sheet you were holding in your hand, too absorbed and excited by the conversation.

“Oh ! Erm… It’s a musical about the Phantom of the Opera.”

“I’ve heard about it” He said, his curiosity peaked. “I watched a movie about the musical. Very impressive. Who are you playing ?”

“The main protagonist girl, Christine.” You replied timidly. “ And I need to practice the part where she follows the Phantom in his cave, below the stage.”

“Can I see it ?” He asked so politely you felt your heart melt.

You lend him the paper, not daring to look directly at him or even touching his hand by accident, even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to make things awkward for him. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he was reading the script. Just a minute after, he lended you back your sheet, a serious or a poker-face look on his face.

“If you need a partner, I can be the Phantom for your rehearsal. I have memorized his lines. They aren't that long. It’s to make it up to you for disturbing your workplace.” He said as he owed you something.

You felt your jaw drop. You didn’t even believe what you just heard. Ricky... offering his help to play the Phantom for you ?! He didn’t need to apologize or even to feel like he owed you. The opera was open to the musicians after all. You were too happy about his request. Even if it was for a few minutes long, you thought you were gonna pass out for the second time. Also you were very amazed by his photographic memory to remember lines in such a short time.

“Well, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it. But, if you don’t mind, it would be an honor for me to rehearse with you” You cleared your throat.

You saw him smile, again, looking down on his shoes awkwardly. Then, he removed his guitar and chair away, trying to get some space. It was so thoughtful and adorable of him. Did his cheeks get pink colored just now..?

You turned your back on him, slapping your cheeks to get your focusing back. You did a few voice warm ups, before getting into your character. The kind, innocent and beautiful Christine. Your complete opposite. 

You didn’t even remember how your coworkers and manager agreed to give you such an important role. They were always saying your voice was fitting her. You weren’t sure if they were mocking you or not about it. Either way, you didn’t like that role. It was putting you out of your comfort zone, making you more vulnerable than you already were.

But strangely,  in front of Ricky, you didn’t mind being vulnerable. You barely met him, for real, only for ten minutes, and yet it felt like you knew each other for ages. His presence was making you feel more at ease. Almost reassuring.

Once you were ready, you shifted to face him, waving your arms with grace as you were dancing.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls me, and speaks my name.”

You spined on your feet, slowly getting closer to him while keeping singing.

“And do I dream again. For now, I found The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside my mind.”

You paused, remembering the piano notes playing while you danced quietly. Then it was Ricky’s turn. He took a step forward to you and reached a hand in your direction, like a gentleman. You could tell something has changed in his temper. As if his aura was getting more mysterious and sinister.

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, in glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside your mind.”

Oh God, you were having goosebumps when you heard him sing so low, and yet, so divine. He was so elegant by singing these lines. He was charming and elegant all the time, but this… This was different. Both of you were getting closer to each other, each time you were singing. Your turn came again.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...”

“It’s me they hear.”

Then the part where both of you were singing along came too.

“Your spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there…”

“...Inside my mind…”

“...Inside your mind.”

Ricky was getting closer to your face, gently putting a hand on your back as if you were dancing together. You didn’t push him away. You were too much focused on your role and on his. He glanced at you with his blue iced eyes which was making you melt even more inside.

“In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery…”

“... were both in you.” You finished.

This time felt like the two of you were talking directly to each other and not as your characters. At least, that’s how you felt. Both of you kept singing together, your voices harmonizing. You remembered the next coming verse was the one you were the most struggling with, while Ricky was making you spin gently on your heels.

“Sing for me, my Angel of Music.” He said.

“He’s there… The Phantom of the Opera.”

“Sing for me.”

As he said, you began to vocalize gradually, getting higher and higher.

“Sing, my Angel of Music.” Ricky ordered.

You obeyed, getting even more higher.

“Sing for me.” He repeated more deeply.

You did as he said, feeling your voice getting so high pitched, like an angel would’ve sounded. It was so graceful, you even surprised yourself by doing it. You didn’t think it was possible for you. Yet, you felt you were soon getting out of breath and tried to hold on for the last part.

“Sing for me !” He said louder.

And so you gave every breath you had left in your lungs. Pushing your voice to its limits. As you were screaming. Screaming for the Phantom in front of you.

You managed to hold ten seconds of the scream before stopping. Ricky looked at you with widened eyes, impressed and captivated by your performance. You were catching your breath as you saw his mouth moving, talking to you. But you didn’t hear what he said as he was interrupted by loud applause coming from the stands, which surprised you both.

“Bravo ! Bravo ! Absolutely stunning !”

You recognized the voice. It was your manager’s, ruining this beautiful moment you had with Ricky. You knew this wasn’t a good sign for you. You just hoped that eccentric man wasn’t going to drag Ricky too, in to whatever mess he was planning…

[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.

[cookiesupplier]

Out of the Rain

Summary: Just a little fluffy one-shot about Ricky, coffee, and cafes. It's not special, just a bit of rambling lol, don't look at me.

cw: None.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart

Rick isn’t a coffee snob, he isn’t, it's the atmosphere here. Coffee can be many things, he has drunk all kinds of coffee, all over the world, and some of the different kinds have been quite strange, he will admit that. For instance, the time in Australia, they put milk in their coffee instead of creamer, milk, out of a little milk box, it was weird. So strange. It had been amusing as anything watching it stream out of the straw that he stuck into the carton though, pouring right into his coffee like a little spout, hilarious actually. Tasted weird, but hilarious to look at.

When he’s home, though, sure, he has his coffee machine, and he can make himself a perfectly good cup of coffee right at home, but when he stumbled upon the café purely by chance one day, a quiet little place trying to get out of the rain, it had changed everything.

It was the atmosphere.

It was just a little coffee shop, nothing special to look at when you first saw it, a counter, table, chairs, a reading corner to the far side with a small area with some worn books that people could pick up and look over. Ricky had gone in, pushed his hood off his head, and brushed off the rain droplets from his hair as he looked around, it was nice, it was quiet. While Ricky was waiting for his order he went over to have a look at some of the titles of those books that first day, the girl behind the counter told him he could read while he drank, or if he was willing to leave his information, borrow a book.

Even after she had set his coffee in front of him, and he’d paid her for it, the place was so quiet, quiet and a perfect spot out of the rain that day, so perfect that he found himself still talking with her. Aimee her name was, she was nice, and before long he realised his coffee had almost gone cold, then an elderly woman was coughing softly behind him to let him know she was waiting to order.

Apologising for getting in the way, he moved to the side and cringed when he went to sip his now stone-cold coffee. Waving goodbye to Aimee, realising he was long overdue to be on his way anyway. With the thought of returning at a later date, the rain had eased and was on his way.

It was a few days later that going back to the café crossed his mind again, after a recording session, tired, and looking to have a bit of time to relax. Around now, he would usually go home, make himself a good cup of coffee, and either pull out a book or even work on one of his projects. Today he felt like a book, but the moment he thought of settling in with a coffee would be nice, he could have but consider, why at home, why make it himself? It might be nice to just sit back. It wasn’t that he wanted to let someone else do the work, and far more along the lines, that he craved a different place to settle in and relax today. He smiled softly as he left the studio, his mind made up.

He did go home though, but only for a minute. Just a minute. He went by so he could drop in and collect a small stack of books he had been putting aside over the last couple of days, and then was out the door again. After that, he was in his car and driving, making his way back to the quaint little café that he had found on that rainy day. Unfortunately for Ricky, this time, it was a little bit more busy, you could almost call it the afternoon rush, at least it was a rush for a tiny little café like this.

Before he got in line to order his coffee, he went over to the wall of shelves that were lined with books, the reading book nook and added the books he’d decided to donate from his collection to the shop, to some of the semi-empty shelves, finding wherever he could fit them in. None of them were his published book, because that would just be pretentious, and he was not going to be doing that, absolutely not. Once all the books he had brought with him, had found new homes on the shelves, he made his way back to the counter of the café. By this point, the line to wait had diminished, and he was thankful that he wouldn’t have to wait as long.

Smiling as he came to stand at the front of the counter, Aimee was there before him, it seemed she had noticed him by the books with her following remark.

“You know, you’re supposed to hand those books in so we can make sure they're suitable reading.”

Ricky raised an eyebrow at that,

“Are you suggesting I’d steer anyone wrong on their literary journey?”

She couldn’t help but smile slightly at that.

“I am offended.”

A gasp of mock offence as his hand came to his chest with the word, still, it was followed by a wide grin from Ricky,.

“Not enough to go collect them for you, though. I guess you’ll just have to search the shelves if you are that worried, little book hunt for you. Make sure I am not poisoning any young minds with foul words over there.”

She laughed at his teasing before he gave her his drink order, and he did with a smile on his face. Ricky watched after she finished making his drink, heading over to one of the tables in the far corner of the café, liking the enclosed spot, he sat with a book. She stole a minute while she had no new customers, to stroll over to the shelves to peek at the books, and see which ones she could make out were new. He saw her pick out two of them from the shelf.. She had at least five more to find by the time he was finished with his coffee.

“Enjoy your reading, Aimee.”

She glanced over her shoulder, seeing him head out the door.

“Looking forward to it, Ricky.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[ch4p3lofbl00d]

Nightmares~Ricky Olson

Trigger warning for mentions of abuse and panic attack ⚠️

Y/N Pov:

Nightmare|

I backed away into the corner as my ex came closer to me. He raised his hand, slapping me across the face as I tried to hold back tears. I touched my cheek to see blood dripping down my face at how hard he had slapped me.

Next thing, I knew; he took out his pocket knife and cut my arm open, while pushing me against the wall, yelling "you worthless piece of shit" "you worthless, ugly, disgusting, whore" "you deserve nothing" "you selfish little slut"

He continued doing this, until he grabbed my wrist, dragging me into a closet and locking me in there "there you go bitch. Stay in there and think about what you have done. Worthless bitch"

I hid in the corner of the closet, crying in my hands as I shaked. Next thing, I knew, I couldn't feel anything and I passed out.

End of nightmare|

I woke up in a cold sweat with tears running down my face as I tried to breathe again. I quietly rocked myself back in forth, trying not to wake up, my boyfriend, Ricky, who was sleeping right next to me.

After awhile, I still couldn't calm down and I felt like I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe normally and I felt trapped. My breathes quickened as I sobbed harder; I was shaking violently as I felt being pulled into someone's arms.

Ricky Pov:

I held Y/N as I tried to calm her down from her nightmare. This has been happening a lot recently. Y/N has been having nightmares about her abusive ex and she ended up having panic attacks everynight die to it.

I hated seeing her like it. My girl being heartbroken; it made me want to beat the shit out of her ex. The man who did this to her and caused her so much trauma.

I sighed as I kissed Y/N'S head; she didn't deserve this. She was too sweet to be treated like this. Why would anyone think of doing something like that to such a beautiful girl?

My thoughts got interrupted by hearing a sad, yet soft voice say "Ricky?" I looked down at my arms to see my girl's year stained face. I moved some of her hair out of her face as I said "yes, love?" I saw more tears fall down her face, but I wiped them away as quickly as they fell. "I'm sorry for waking you up... I didn't mean to.. I'm so sorry"

As she said that, it made me feel horrible; I didn't care if she woke me up or not, all I care about if she's safe. I kissed her head as I wiped more tears falling down her face. "Love, you don't need to apologize. I'll wake up anytime you need me. All I want is for my girl to be safe, okay? Because you are safe with me and I love everything about you, my love"

I heard my sweet girl start sobbing again, so I pulled her closer to me as I ruined her back "let it all out, baby" I kissed her head again and heard slow breathing coming from Y/N. I smiled as I realized that she has fallen asleep.

I laid down with Y/N still in my arms. I kissed her cheek and whispered "goodnight, love. Sleep well" I laid her head in my chest, and slowly fell back to sleep with my favorite girl in my arms.

Thank you for reading <3 🖤

[high-wire]

Justin Morrow x Ricky Olson one shot

*I’ve been sitting on this for days*

It’d been an awful day of traveling. Ricky and Justin were exhausted. They were the last two of the group who weren’t able to rebook their flight and the hotel had one room left. The only problem is? It was one king sized bed. Surely that’d be enough room for them…Ricky was unsure but Justin didn’t care. He’d just use pillows to put down the middle or something.

They’d been arguing nonstop and to make matters worse, Justin accidentally admitted his feelings for him in the middle of said arguments.

Ricky showered last, taking his time and trying to unwind, thinking about what Justin had blurted out earlier in the day. “God dammit Rick, I love you but you’re on my fucking nerves.” “Yeah, same.” He had snapped back but the silence that followed felt different. “No Rick. You don’t love me the same way I love you.” He’d said back softly. “Huh?” “Nothing. It was stupid. I’m stupid. Forget it.” He instantly shut down.

The same way?

Ricky was confused and still had been when they checked into the hotel. Justin wouldn’t even look at him and he was on edge. Is that why he’d be acting so weird the last few days of tour? Standing in the shower with shampoo in his eye is when it clicked. Oh. OH. Now he was thinking back to every interaction recently between them. How Justin acted towards everyone else versus him.

Justin was gentle and soft with him, but he was his usual self with the other guys, sometimes snippy and annoyed.

He now picked up his pace in the shower, quickly dried off and pulled on a shirt and boxers. “Justin…?” He asked softly as he opened the door. He sighed when there was no response, suddenly sad that there wasn’t one.

He left the bathroom light on and cracked the door so they had some form of a night light and crawled into bed, laughing to himself because Justin was serious about the pillow wall. “Goodnight…” he mumbled, pulling the covers up.

After what felt like hours, Ricky was still wide awake and he rolled over to face Justin, thankful he was facing the opposite way. He carefully shifted a pillow out of his way and ran his fingers through his neon hair, watching him visibly relax in the dim light, not realizing he was awake. “I figured it out…what you meant. You aren’t stupid, J.” He said softly “I am.” He mumbled and Ricky could hear his voice crack. “Even if you were, it’s okay. I love you too. Now…can you just roll over and kiss me?”

[catharsis-in-darkness]

GoF Pt. 5 Tonight!!! (but actually this time lol)

[yournecessaryevil]

❄️ Home For Christmas ❄️

🖤RICKY OLSON X READER ONESHOT🖤

It's the holiday season, and you were determined to spend it with your boyfriend. The only problem? He may not be able to come home for the holidays...

• fluff; slight angst; language; smut

"What do you mean, you can't make it home this year?"

You were currently on a videocall with your boyfriend, and he had just sprung some rather unpleasant news on you. He wouldn't be able to make it home in time for Christmas, because of scheduling conflicts with touring. He was the guitarist for Motionless in White, a band that had only grown in popularity since their start in 2006.

Which meant that he was on the road more often than you'd like, causing him to miss out on several holidays, such as Christmas and Halloween. You'd been fortunate enough to have him home for the holiday season last year, but it seems you wouldn't be quite as lucky this year.

You stared at the screen in front of you, sticking out your bottom lip in a slight pout.

"But it's Christmas!" you protested.

A sigh echoed from the guitarist, a frown marring his perfect features. "I know, babygirl. We've been trying to get a flight out of here for the past week, but everything has been booked solid," he said softly, trying to appease you.

You didn't doubt him for a second; every year, it seemed that everybody and their brother and fifth cousin was trying to fly home for the holidays. The airports were always a mess, and the roads an even bigger disaster on top of it all.

"Hey. Look at me, sweetheart," Ricky's voice gently caught your attention, and you let out a wistful sigh, meeting his gaze.

"I promise, we're trying our hardest to get home this year. Chris has been making calls all day, trying to get us any possible flight out of here. It's just a little harder this time around, everyone seems to have the same idea about going home," Ricky explained.

You nodded, your gaze shifting to rest behind the screen, on the decorated living room. You'd spent the entire past week making the area look as festive as possible, in the hopes that Ricky would come home for Christmas and be able to see it.

But now, the tree sitting there with all its lights and baubles only served to remind you that you'd be spending the holiday season alone this year.

"Why can't I just drive out there and come get you guys?" you asked, the idea suddenly springing to the forefront of your mind.

"Too far of a drive, mama!" you heard Vinny call from the background.

Despite your current downshift in mood, you couldn't help the tiny smile that threatened to break out across your face.

"He's right, you know. That's way too far of a drive, we can't ask you to do that. Just... stay there, stay warm, and please trust that we're doing everything we can, okay, babygirl?" Ricky reassured you.

You gave a reluctant nod, your heart slowly sinking. He and his bandmates could make all the promises they wanted, but you knew how the crowds were at the airports. There was no way they'd be able to come home this year, no way that he'd be able to come home.

"I gotta go, my battery's dying, but I promise I'll see you as soon as I can, yeah?" the guitarist continued. Another sigh slipped free from your lips as you nodded again, exchanging goodbyes with him before ending the videocall.

This year was going to completely suck without him, all you'd wanted for Christmas was to have him home with you...

"Did she believe you?"

Chris's voice sounded from somewhere behind Ricky, and he nodded, turning to look over his shoulder at his bandmate and closest friend.

"Yeah, she believed me. I hate lying to her, though. She looked so fucking miserable, poor baby," he answered.

Chris raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his smirk.

"True, but at this point, it's worth it. You and I both know the minute you get home, she's gonna fucking jump you. So, you know, win win," he said with a wink.

Ricky laughed, nodding in agreement.

His bandmate was right, Y/N never failed to greet him with wholehearted enthusiasm whenever he came home from tour. It was one of the many things he absolutely loved about her, the sheer passion she had for the things and people she cared about most.

It did kind of suck having to lie to her though. And he secretly hated how easily she'd believed him, too.

There she was, sitting alone at home, probably expecting to spend the holidays all by herself.

And here he was, stuck in a hotel room about an hour's drive away from home, waiting for his bandmates to finish packing up the last of their things.

And Y/N didn't even know...

"Dude, don't beat yourself up over it. She's gonna be so happy to see you, it won't even matter," Vinny suddenly spoke up, giving him a heavy-handed pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, exactly. It's Christmas. No fucking pity parties allowed," Chris chimed in, grinning at his friend.

Ricky stuck his tongue out at the vocalist, flipping him the middle finger. "Easy for you guys to say. I've never had to lie to her like this before," he retorted.

Before his bandmates could respond, the door to the hotel room opened, both Justin and Ryan walking in.

"That's the last of it, time to get the fuck outta here," the bassist announced.

Finally-!

He had to fight hard against the sudden overwhelming wave of excitement burning its way through his veins.

"Yeah, time to go home," he agreed, trying to sound as casual as possible.

This was it, he'd be spending Christmas at home with his babygirl this year...

You glanced at the screen of your phone again, noting how late it was getting.

'9:35', the little white numbers glared back up at you, as if taunting you.

This was it, there was no way they'd be home tonight. If they wanted to get home by Christmas Day, they'd all have to take a red-eye flight home. And the possibility of anything being available at this hour? Nonexistent.

You sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around you, lying back against the pillows on the couch. Tonight was going to be a long night, might as well put on a Christmas movie to cheer yourself up a little.

You stared at the screen as the opening credits began to roll, and somewhere at the halfway point of the movie, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier, your blinks getting longer, until eventually your eyes closed, sleep settling in. Ricky's face was the last thing you saw in your mind as you gave in to exhaustion...

"Babygirl...."

Ricky's voice sounded in your ear, a hint of amusement lingering there.

You groaned, arching your body up towards him, wanting to bask in the feeling of his fingertips skating across your skin.

A soft laugh echoed around you, Ricky's fingertips brushing lower, down towards your stomach, lower still.

"Come on, babygirl..." he murmured in encouragement, his scent surrounding you and leaving you in a breathless haze.

A strangled moan left the confines of your throat, as his fingertips slid lower, towards your aching core. "Please, please, please..." you begged him, arching up into his touch.

A smirk pulled up one corner of his mouth, and he shook his head at you.

"No, you need to wake up for me first, sweet baby," he answered, sounding amused.

Wait... wake up???

What-??

You awoke with a start, your heart thundering in your chest.

"Hey, shhh... it's alright, it's just me!" a familiar voice sounded, from your left.

Your eyes darted to your left, meeting the familiar blue ones of your boyfriend.

Ricky-!

He was here??

You stared in complete shock, earning a soft laugh from your boyfriend.

"Hi, babygirl..." he breathed, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the mouth.

It was at this point you fully awoke, finally registering that Ricky was, in fact, here and home with you.

You began kissing him back, your mouth moving urgently against his, tongue dancing along his, tasting and savoring every inch of him.

A low groan left his throat, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, hands moving to push the blanket out of the way, fingertips skating up beneath the hem of your shirt to brush along your lower belly.

"Mmm... fuck. Welcome home to you too, baby," Ricky groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. Your eyes met his, and you took notice of the way the pupils of his eyes had blown out so far, there was nearly nothing of the blue irises left.

"How did you get home so soon?" you whispered.

Ricky let out a breathless laugh, shrugging.

"We actually got in yesterday. But I wanted to surprise you this year. Chris was able to get us some time off for the rest of the holiday season, including New Year's. We leave again for the rest of our tour in February," he answered.

Wait... so when you'd called him-?

"So when I called earlier, you guys were already close to home?" you asked, Ricky answering you with a nod.

"Vin tried to get us to go home early, but Chris and the guys wanted us to wait. Those roads are a fucking mess," he said, shaking his head.

So his bandmates had been in on it, too...

You really wanted to be mad, but the hold that Ricky had on you right now was making you feel completely different. And after all, he was home now, wasn't he?

So you chose to forget about it, instead arching up into his touch, much like you had in your dream. And Ricky responded exactly as he had then too, laughing softly as his hand moved lower, his fingertips slipping beneath the lace waistband of your thong.

The minute his fingertips made contact with your aching core, a groan slipped free from your throat, and you arched further up into his touch, pushing yourself against his fingers.

"Fuck... someone definitely missed me, didn't they? You're so wet for me, babygirl," Ricky breathed, his fingertips moving to circle your clit. Another soft groan fell from your lips, followed by a soft whine as Ricky withdrew his fingers from you.

He laughed, reaching down to take you into his arms, but you shook your head at him.

"Nooo, I want you now. Here," you protested, staring up at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

His own blue ones widened, and he cast a dubious glance down at the couch.

"You... you want me to fuck you right here? On our couch? Really?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nodded, kicking the blanket away from you as your hands worked to remove your shirt and thong, until you lay naked before him.

Ricky stared down at you like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time, running a hand through his hair, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

"Fucking- Y/N, holy fuck-!" he spoke, his breath leaving him in a soft hiss.

You bit back a smirk, letting your legs gently fall open, giving him a perfect view of everything.

"Jesus fucking Christ... Merry Christmas to me, right?" Ricky groaned, hurrying to remove as much clothing as possible. He leaned down, kissing you rather forcefully on the mouth, his teeth tugging harshly on your bottom lip.

"Mm, by the way... I love... what you've done... with our place," he spoke in between kisses, his lips curving up into a smile against your own. You grinned back, shrugging as you leaned back to look up at him.

"I wanted you to have a happy place to come home to," you whispered. Ricky bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Oh, sweetheart. It's already a happy place, as long as you're here..." he whispered back, before kissing you again.

There was that same urgency from before, like one of you was worried the other would disappear if time didn't slow down for you both. God, you could never get enough of him, of the way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he knew each and every one of your most sensitive places.

He knew just what made you tick, he always had, from the minute you two had first met.

"Open for me, babygirl," came his frantically whispered plea.

You let your legs fall open for him once more, all too easy and willing for whatever he'd give you, or take from you. His praise came in a hushed groan, his fingers once again finding your slick arousal and circling it around your sensitive clit.

You let a soft moan slip free, as your head fell back against the pillows, giving Ricky full access to your throat. He left a trail of kisses along the side of your neck, pausing to leave a dark purple lovebite there, before moving on to the spot at the base of your throat, sucking your sweet spot between his teeth.

"Ricky, please..." you begged him on a breathless whine, arching your body up towards him, your hips meeting his. An answering groan rose unbidden from his throat, and his fingers slipped further down, down towards where you wanted him most, where you needed him.

He pushed in three fingers at once, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling, before he began to fuck you with those perfect inked fingers of his. A stab of arousal burned its way through you when he found that sweet spot, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

"Mm, fuck, that's my good girl," Ricky breathed, curling his fingers against that most sensitive of spots, making your body tremble beneath him. "Please, please, please..." you begged him, your words nearly an exact echo of the ones you'd spoken in your earlier dream.

"Beg for it, I know you want it, babygirl. You're so wet, fuck, I don't even need to get you ready for me, for this dick," he groaned, withdrawing his fingers to circle your clit again.

You stared up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes. "Please, Ricky, please... I need it, I need you," you whined. He shook his head at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, the irises darkening with his lust.

"Again," he hissed, sitting back on his heels to stare down at you, one of his hands finding its way up to your throat, squeezing softly.

Oh, he wanted to play that game, did he?

That was fine, you could play it too.

You stared up at him, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Harder," you told him.

Something in that one word caught him off guard for the briefest of moments, one of his brows raising, before his eyes narrowed.

His grip on your throat tightened as he leaned down, his other hand still working circles around your sensitive little clit, bringing you closer and closer to that edge.

"Beg."

He spoke the word rather harshly, his dominant side coming out to play.

This was it, what you loved about the way you two fucked.

It wasn't just sex with you two, it was more than that. It was an entire fucking experience.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him with those big doe eyes.

Just one more last little detail to push him...

"Please... Sir. I need it, I need your dick, I want it so bad," you begged him, watching his face to see his reaction.

You could almost see the breath leave him, you certainly heard it; an exhaled hiss was your only warning before he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in only the tip, teasing you like you'd teased him.

"Do you think you've earned it, babygirl?"

Fuck, he was just so hot-!

You nodded, all thoughts of teasing lost to the wayside as you stared earnestly up at him, silently begging him to give you what you so desperately wanted.

"Words, Y/N. How bad do you want it? You gonna be a good girl for me?" he continued.

"Please yes, Ricky, fuck, I need it!" you whined, your hips rising subtly to meet his. The grip on your throat tightened in warning, but he relented, finally pushing in until he was buried as deeply within you as he could get.

The two of you groaned in unison, and you could swear you saw his eyes roll back for a minute, before he leaned forward, bracing himself against the couch with his free hand as he began to set a brutal pace within you.

At this rate, you wouldn't be able to speak coherently, let alone think. You'd be so sore tomorrow morning, but honestly? Worth it.

You matched him thrust for thrust, up until he let go of your throat to push against the backs of your knees, tucking them against your chest and keeping them pinned there as he fucked you.

Holy shit- it was such a deeper angle-!

His name left your mouth in soft gasps, until it wasn't even his name anymore, just a series of incoherent ramblings and gasping pants.

He bent down to kiss you on the mouth as he fucked into you, his eyes clouded over with hazy lust.

"Fuck, that's my good girl. My dumb, pretty little baby, all stupid and fucked out for me," he muttered, throwing in more dirty words of praise as he kissed you.

It wasn't long before you could feel that familiar tightening knot in your lower belly, that slowly growing ache between your thighs.

You were close, you knew he could feel it, too.

He could feel it in the way you were clenching tightly around his dick; he'd be lying if he said it wasn't the hottest fucking thing he'd ever experienced.

A softly hissed exhale of breath sounded in the space between you two, the smell of sex and Ricky's signature cologne hanging heavy in the air, enveloping you both.

"Not yet, babygirl!" he ground out between clenched teeth, his grip on the backs of your thighs tightening, his fingers digging in.

"Mm- please! I need... I need-" you couldn't even get out an intelligent response.

You were pretty sure you looked as blissfully dumb and fucked out as you felt, in that moment.

Ricky knew it too; a smirk flashed across his features before it vanished.

"Aw, you need it? Is that it, babygirl? You need me to let you cum?" he teased you, mock empathy in his voice.

You nodded frantically, trying hard to match the pace he'd set, and failing miserably.

Your thighs were shaking, you had to cum so bad, you needed it. It wasn't even that, either. No, you needed him to cum, to finish inside of you, it's what you wanted the most.

Almost like he could sense it, Ricky smirked again, raising a brow at you.

"My poor baby. You want me to cum in you, is that it? Want me to breed you, fill you up and fuck a baby into that pretty little tummy of yours? Is that what you want?" he asked, his grip on your thighs almost bruising. You nodded again, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

Ricky laughed, leaning down to kiss you on the mouth again, gently sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

And all too easily, you did exactly that, practically leaping over that cliff's edge, falling into a delicious downward spiral, sinking down beneath the depths of those dark waves of pleasure, almost losing yourself in all of it.

Ricky's name left your mouth in a sharp cry, your back arching off the couch, your aching pussy clenching down tight around his dick, frantically trying to cling to the last of your high.

And exactly as promised, he came as hard as you did, his grip on your thighs becoming almost painfully tight before he loosened his hold. Your name slipped from his mouth in a strangled shout as he spilled his seed into you, giving you everything he had until there was nothing left to give.

You could feel it leaking down your thighs, combined with the slick, sweat drenched scent of arousal hanging heavy in the space around the two of you.

But you didn't care.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the fact that Ricky was here, at home with you, in your arms and here to stay for the holidays.

He gently slid free from you, shifting positions so he was lying beside you, with you tucked safely in his arms.

His breath left him in soft pants, his eyes alight with a fire like you hadn't seen in a while.

"Fuck... that was-" he couldn't even finish his sentence, but you knew. You always did.

"Yeah. Merry fucking Christmas, right?" you teased him breathlessly, earning a round of laughter from you both.

When the laughter had ceased, Ricky nodded, pulling you closer into him.

"Exactly. Merry fucking Christmas, babygirl," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

This right here, this safest of havens, the most sacred of places, was where you wanted to be, where you needed to be.

Because here in Ricky's arms, everything else just seemed so small and insignificant, any troubles easily a problem for tomorrow, not tonight.

You nestled closer into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent.

"I'm so glad you're home," you mumbled sleepily, letting out a yawn.

Another kiss, this one pressed to the top of your head, before you heard his response.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

As you lay there in his arms, sleep slowly approaching, you couldn't help the errant thought that snuck its way into your brain.

He'd definitely have to come home for Christmas more often... a lot more often...

After all, there was nothing else quite like being home for the holidays, right?

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Timebomb

Pairing: Ricky Olson x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, lovey dovey shit

Word Count: 6.1k

Ricky and the reader are on tour together and fall in love. Smut ensues.

I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but I've had romantic Ricky on the brain for months. Enjoy!

You were on your tour bus, sifting through the belongings in one of your bags, looking for your makeup. It was hot outside, hence why you were dressed in shorts and a tank top, hair pulled up and out of your way. After a moment or so of digging, you finally found the little clutch bag that you had been looking for. Picking it up, you went into the bathroom of the bus, needing the mirror to prepare yourself for tonight’s performance.

You had been on this tour for almost two months, enjoying the chance to tour with a larger band like Motionless In White. Of course, being a huge fan of theirs helped, too. It was nice, as a smaller band, and yourself, a lesser known vocalist and guitarist, to get the opportunity to play to larger crowds and get your name out there. You’d met several people at the merch stand that bought your shirts and now called themselves fans. It was everything you’d dreamed of in the days of tiny venues and crowded vans to carry you to them.

You applied eyeshadow and reflected on your time on this tour thus far. Happy to know that you’d played some of your best shows and given some of your best performances. You’d met so many crew members that you were happy to call new friends. Of course, you’d met and befriended all of the guys in Motionless, as well. They were a very friendly and welcoming group, and you were proud to share the stage with them. You’d spent quite a bit of time with some of them and had even developed friendships and inside jokes. Sometimes, on long bus rides, you’d text the guys on the other bus to kill time and strengthen your newfound bonds.

Of course, there was one member that you seemed to grow especially close to. Their guitarist, Ricky, had become a close confidant of yours and you spent much of your free time on tour talking to him, whether it be through text or just being able to hang out in between shows. He was so inviting when you first met, always asking you questions and genuinely wanting to get to know you. You were surprised by how much he cared about knowing you. After all, you were just the opener, he didn’t have to go out of his way to be nice to you. But, for whatever reason, he seemed to seek you out quite often, thoroughly enjoying your talks. You couldn’t count how many times the two of you had killed hours of time just sitting around, shooting the shit and getting to know each other. You felt like you knew him like the back of your hand at this point, and you were sure he could say the same.

You continued applying your makeup, a thick layer of black eyeliner smudged around the lid to compliment the sparkly black eyeshadow you had previously applied. You caught yourself smiling in the mirror as you recalled the last conversation you had had with Ricky. A seemingly relaxed conversation about some book he’d insisted you read. He even insisted that you make a note of it in your phone, lest you forget the title. You agreed with the promise that he would also read a book of your choosing, as well. He agreed heartily. This man loved books. He spoke about them with such reverence and adoration. You especially loved the way he talked about writing his own book. It really enabled you to catch a glimpse into this man’s mind, his way of thinking about the world. You couldn’t wait to read it and, thankfully, he promised to send you a copy. 

You put the final touches on your look while wondering what his writing would be like. Would he write the way he spoke? Or was it more formal? Would you pick up on any telling information about his personality from the way he phrased his thoughts and feelings of the world around him? You were desperate to read it. It almost made you wish the tour was over so you could go home and eagerly await your copy to arrive. Almost, being the key word. The other half of you, the larger half, hoped this tour would never end. You loved the overall experience, but mostly, you just loved spending time with Ricky.

You knew that you had a crush on him from the day you met. He was so handsome, friendly, and intelligent. You found yourself a bit nervous around him, but unable to pull yourself away. Your introverted nature telling you to hide yourself away, but your mind still involuntarily pulling yourself in the opposite direction. This man drew you in. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had had such a strong effect on you so quickly. Usually, it took more time to draw you in like this. Earlier encounters usually just brushed off as silly little crushes until they became something more. Ricky was different. You felt that rush of adrenaline and butterflies early on. It got to the point where you found yourself either looking for him or thinking about him all the time. 

Eventually, you couldn’t hide your feelings from yourself anymore. Too many deep, late night conversations with him drew forth intense emotional feelings. You couldn’t believe it, but in such a short amount of time, you had fallen in love. It was a recent revelation, but a strong one, just the same. You felt as though you were being swept up by a riptide of love and anxiety, unsure of what you should do. Should you tell him? What if that made things weird? At least the tour was almost over, so you wouldn’t have to live with that awkward situation for long. But what about after? Would you no longer be friends? The idea of losing the relationship you’d already built was crushing. You’d grown very close to this man, and you valued your friendship above all else. You decided to just keep your feelings to yourself. For now, anyway. Maybe it was something you would deal with after you got home and didn’t have to face his rejection face to face.

You finished getting ready and headed out of the bathroom, through the bus, and eventually outside. You were parked outside the venue, the show starting in a short while. You knew your band was warming up, and you decided to join them. Making your way to the practice area, you saw several people lined up out front in full Motionless regalia. A few short years ago, you would have been one of them, and now, you were playing with them and hiding what was probably unrequited love from their guitarist. You lightly shook your head and chuckled at the way things had turned out.

You heard music playing as you approached the vicinity in which your band was practicing. Without saying a word, you slipped into the group, picked up your guitar and joined them in playing warm up scales and running through various parts of the set list. You had already warmed your voice up on the bus, preferring to do that part alone, although you sang bits and pieces and drank lots of water to help keep your voice lubricated. You always wanted to put on a great show, but knowing that Ricky would be watching made you especially focused on playing the best show you could. You’d never felt more nervous performing than after realizing your feelings of love and knowing he was in the crowd. He didn’t have to watch you perform every night, but he did. You chalked it up to him just enjoying the music, which he had admitted to, and not to anything personal or serious.

Finally, the time came to take the stage. You carried your guitar to the side stage and waited to take your place out front. Before you could make your way center stage, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, good luck out there tonight,” the voice said.

You turned to face the man you knew would be standing there, “Thanks. Come to see us play again?”

Ricky smiled, “Yeah, you guys have killed it every night, I’m not missing out.”

You smiled sincerely, “Thanks, Rick. You guys are killing it, too.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, “Listen, are you doing anything after the show later?”

You paused, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, we have an off day tomorrow and we’re not traveling tonight, so I thought maybe you’d like to hang out or something.”

Your heart raced. You’d hung out many times and surely this would be no different, but you still felt your stomach flip flop whenever he wanted to spend time with you.

“Yeah, that’d be awesome. Is everyone getting together after you play or what?”

“No, I don’t know what everyone else is getting up to tonight. I kinda just thought it could be you and me.”

Was he nervous? Surely, not. But, then again, he did seem a bit fidgety and he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact.

Feeling a bit nervous now, yourself, you took a moment to steady your voice and replied, “Oh, yeah, that’s fine. We can definitely hang out. Where do you wanna meet?”

“Well, we have this little back area of the bus that no one really uses. We could hang out there. Do you just wanna meet me at our bus after we’re done?” he asked, seemingly hopeful.

“Sure, that’s fine. I-”

You were cut off by your cue to take the stage. You turned to look out at the rest of your band heading off, before turning to Ricky one last time.

“I’ll see you then,” you smiled.

He returned the grin, “Okay. See you later. Good luck out there!”

“Thanks,” you smiled one last time before turning and heading out to do your job.

You spent the entire hour of your performance swept up by nerves, glancing back every so often at Ricky watching you. He seemed to be enjoying himself. You were trying your best to take your mind off the fact that Ricky wanted to spend time alone with you, and tried instead to be laser focused on every chord progression you played, every word you sang or screamed. You felt immense pressure tonight, but somehow, you managed to pull through and put on another great performance.

You played your final song, thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm and building up Motionless to come on and knock it out of the park. After you played your final note, the guitar fading into dissonance, you walked off stage back to where Ricky had been. You noticed he was no longer there, figuring that he had to leave to warm up for his own set. You handed your guitar to the waiting tech and made your way backstage to your dressing room. Thankfully, most of the venues had showers, and this one was no different. You took a quick shower, deciding to forgo washing your hair as you had just washed it last night, and you hadn’t gotten too sweaty in your performance. You threw on a pair of tattered jeans and a loose band tee, your hair still up and makeup surprisingly still intact. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and then headed out the door, knowing that Motionless would be on in any minute.

You made your way to the side stage, once again, ready for the guys to show up and take their place. After a few minutes of waiting, you saw them rounding the corner out of your peripheral vision. Chris, ever the leader, was in front with the rest of the band following close behind. One by one, they greeted you and gave congratulations on a job well done as they gathered up their instruments and prepared to take their place. Ricky had been quite quiet but never took his eyes off you.

Eventually, he made his way over to you, looking you straight in the eye and making you feel particularly vulnerable. You couldn’t deny it was a good feeling, though.

“Hey, you were fucking amazing out there, as always,” he told you.

You felt your heart flutter, “Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do great as always, too.”

He grinned, “Well, I sure hope so. Don’t be afraid to tell me if we suck, though.”

You laughed, “I’m not sure that’s possible. You guys have been great this whole run.”

“Yeah, well, you can always have an off night,” he began, “So don’t hold back on the honesty.

You chuckled, “Okay, deal. I’ll let you know how awful you are.”

“That’s all I ask for,” he grinned again.

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, now he received the call to take his place. He turned back to you, smiled one last time, then walked out. Your eyes never losing focus of him. You watched him the whole night. Regardless of who was doing what out there, all you saw was Ricky. You watched the way he walked, the way his fingers moved against his guitar, the way he headbanged and sang his parts. He was a master of his craft, and you were completely smitten by everything he did.

Eventually, they played their final encore and another show was in the books. They made their way back side stage and you gave words of encouragement and high fives to them all. They discarded their instruments and left to head back to their dressing room. Ricky lingered behind, catching sneak glimpses of you when he thought you weren’t looking. You noticed and did the same to him.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments until Ricky broke the silence, “So, listen. I’m gonna go take a shower but do you still wanna meet outside our bus in a little bit? I can text you when I’m on my way.”

“Sure, that sounds fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” you responded.

“Okay, see ya in a bit, then.”

He turned and walked off in the direction of their dressing room. You decided to head to your bus and wait by the phone until he was ready. You figured you could distract yourself with some mindless Instagram scrolling for awhile.

After about a half an hour or so, your phone lit up. You were disappointed to see that it was just some app notification, and not the text you’d been waiting for. You felt a bit silly getting so excited over a text, but you were in love, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about how caught up in this man you were. So you kept scrolling, even going so far as to go to Ricky’s Instagram and look at the beautiful pictures this man had posted of himself.

You were so lost in just looking at him, that it actually startled you when the text you had been awaiting popped up just a few minutes later.

“Hey, sorry I took awhile. Had to wait for my turn to use the shower. I’m on the bus now if you’re ready.”

Your heart raced as you typed, “Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay,” was all he responded.

You put your phone in your purse and headed out the door. Walking through the parking lot, you saw the familiar sight of their tour bus and made your way over. You knocked on the door, loud enough to make sure someone would hear you. A few moments later, the door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face of Vinny.

“Hey! What are you doing here? Come to hang out?” he inquired.

“Sort of. Ricky and I have plans. I’m supposed to meet him here.”

“Oh, yeah. He mentioned something about that. Come on in!”

He stepped aside to allow you to enter the vehicle, closing the door behind you. You were immediately greeted by the entirety of the band and a couple of crew members you’d gotten to know as well. They all said their hellos and Justin informed you that Ricky was in the back room of the bus, just as he had said he would be. You thanked him and made your way to the back, stopping to knock on the door.

The door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face you had been anticipating, “Hey! Come in!”

You said hello and made your way past Ricky and over to the seated bench. Ricky closed the door and immediately offered you some water which you gratefully accepted. You felt your breathing hitch slightly as he sat close to you.

“So, what’s up?” you asked as if you hadn’t just seen his entire evening.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he half laughed.

You chuckled in response, “Yeah, I can see that. By the way, you didn’t suck tonight, in case you were wondering.”

He put on an expression of faux seriousness, “Are you sure? Because I told you not to lie to me, remember?”

“I remember, and I swear I’m telling the truth. Scout’s honor,” you replied as you held up the three fingered Girl Scout salute.

He laughed again, “Okay, good. I believe you. So, what do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know. You asked me here, remember?”

He grinned, “That’s true. I guess I should have thought ahead and planned something for us to do.”

“Well, I don’t mind just talking. I’ve enjoyed it every other time we’ve done it.”

He shifted slightly, “Okay, cool. What do you wanna talk about?”

You paused, suddenly feeling nervous, “Oh, I’m not sure. What do you wanna talk about?”

He seemed slightly uncomfortable, you could tell by his expression that he was either trying to think of something, or he had something on his mind and didn’t know how to say it.

“Umm… I don’t know. We could always talk about books again. Unless I’ve completely burnt you out on that subject.”

You chuckled, “Of course not. I love talking about books with you. Got any other recommendations that I should add to my list?”

His eyes lit up, “Oh, definitely. How much time do you have?”

“All night,” you said more assuredly than you had intended.

He paused, looking deep into your eyes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, knowing he had something to tell you.

“Okay, so there is one book that I just finished yesterday that I’ve been dying to talk to someone about.”

You smiled, “Lay it on me.”

This went on for a while. You listened to Ricky’s synopsis of the book and reveled in the way he passionately described what he loved about it. You asked questions and gave opinions which he seemed to delight in. Of course, he got more recommendations from you, as well. The conversation then shifted to more substantial, life centered topics, and you found yourself creeping toward your desire to tell him how you felt about him. Especially when the conversation made its way into more relationship centered territories.

“...and I guess that’s why I’ve been sort of nervous about love and relationships again. I’m sure it’s all in my head and that things will work out fine if I were to just put myself out there and try again, but it’s daunting, you know?” he finished his thought.

“Absolutely. I totally get what you mean. My last relationship was pretty much the same and I have some of the same hangups about all this stuff as you do,” you responded.

He half smiled, “Glad to know that someone gets it.”

“Definitely.”

He paused for a moment, looking away from you, “Although, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to try again.”

“Oh, really? Just in general, or is there someone specifically that you’ve got your sight set on?” you inquired.

He paused again, “Someone specifically.”

Your heart skipped a beat and then sank deep into the pits of your stomach. Here you were like a love sick school girl, desperately wanting this man’s affection, and his heart was already spoken for. You felt your throat tighten a bit and the smallest semblance of tears start to sting your eyes.

“Oh. Well, if you like someone, you should tell them, right? That’s the only way anything’s gonna happen. So, good luck, and let me know how it goes,” you attempted to play cool.

He said nothing. Just simply stared at you, his brows furrowed as if he were wrestling with himself over what to say next. You had no idea just how much he was contemplating his next choice of words.

“Okay,” he began, “What if I’m in love with this girl? Should I tell her, or should I just say that I like her so it’s not that big of a deal?”

You bit your lip, “Umm, I guess you should tell her that you love her. Might as well be honest. You never know what her response could be.”

“Okay,” he replied, “Then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Good,” you offered back, softly, feeling sadness creep up.

You were worried that you would start crying and immediately began thinking of an excuse to leave. You were just about to excuse yourself when Ricky took a deep breath and lightly grabbed your hand in his.

“So… I guess I’ll just take your advice and tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You froze. Unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“What?”

He steadied himself and said, “I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I know how I feel. I’ve been holding this back for a little while and hearing you say that I should just go for it made me realize that this is what I want. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine. I can deal with it. I just wanted to tell you.”

You attempted to piece together this information with your own internal thoughts. You could hear your brain replaying his words and screaming their own at you. You had no idea how to go forward, completely overwhelmed by emotion.

“You’re in love with me?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I am. Is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way? Call me crazy, but I swear there’s been something between us for a while now.”

“You’re definitely not crazy. There’s absolutely been something between us.”

His eyes lit up again, “Yeah? This isn’t all just in my head?”

“No,” you swallowed, gathering courage, “Ricky, I love you too.”

He was shocked, “Really? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if I was expecting that.”

“Really? What were you expecting?” you inquired.

“I don’t know. I guess I played through all the possibilities in my head and I never really landed on which one I thought would be the way it played out.”

You smiled, “I’ve done the same thing. Although, my pessimistic ass always thought you’d reject me.”

He furrowed his brow once more, “You thought I would reject you? Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t know how you felt about me and it was hard to come to any conclusion other than I was being delusional.”

He squeezed your hand softly and lifted his other to the side of your face, “You’re not delusional. I really do love you, and now that I know that you love me, I want to be with you. Is there any reason why we can’t be together or do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

You looked at his big, hopeful eyes, waiting for you to respond as he slowly rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were swooning hard and your heart was beating out of your chest. You were finally getting what you wanted. What you had been dreaming about.

“Yes, Rick. I want to be your girlfriend,” you replied, lifting your free hand to rest on top of his that still sat at the side of your face.

He smiled, “Thank god. I’ve wanted you so badly.”

You weren’t sure if it was your own bravery or Ricky’s close proximity that made you so bold, but you soon heard yourself saying, “Wanted me how?”

He looked puzzled, “Wanted to be with you.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, still confused.

You bit your lip again, trying to work out how you would phrase what you would say next, “Well… I mean, have you just wanted me in the sense that you wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or have you wanted me in other ways? If you know what I mean…”

Realization struck his expression, “Oh! Yeah. I mean, if I’m being completely honest, I have thought about you in that way, too. Sorry, if that’s weird.”

You grinned, “Rick, I’m your girlfriend now. You don’t have to apologize for wanting to fuck me.”

You noticed his breathing hitch when you said that. He seemed much more focused and sure of himself now, “Yeah? It’s okay that I want to fuck you?”

“It’s very okay, sweetheart,” you flirted.

He smiled, a seductive expression on his face, “Good. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting for this too.”

He gave you no opportunity to reply. As soon as the words left his lips, they were latched on to yours. You felt your head swimming from the contact. You’d daydreamed countless times about your first kiss with Ricky. The fantasy proving to be far inferior to reality. You moved your lips slowly against his, taking in every sensation.

You stayed like this for a few minutes, just soaking each other in and enjoying the romantic catharsis you were both experiencing. Slow kisses turning into soft tongue kissing. You loved the feeling of his tongue against yours. You could stay like this forever.

Ricky had other plans, it seemed. His hands left your face and traveled down to the hem of your shirt, gathering the fabric and lifting it up past your bra. You broke the kiss in order to lift your arms above your head as he continued pulling the material up and off your body. He stopped for a moment to admire what he could see of your semi exposed body.

“Fuck,” was all he said before his lips were once again on yours, his hands at your back undoing your bra clasp.

You felt him slide your bra off your body, leaving your breasts exposed to him. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands up to lightly squeeze the two mounds of flesh, brushing his fingers over your hard nipples. You moaned into the kiss before pushing your tongue back into his mouth, which he gratefully reciprocated.

You continued kissing as you took your turn to tug at his shirt as well. He repeated your actions of breaking the kiss and lifting his arms, allowing you to discard the clothing. You both sat shirtless, making out as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, you felt his hands undoing the button of your jeans. Your heart raced. This was finally happening.

He pulled down your pants until they were at your ankles. He stopped to remove your shoes and socks before pulling the jeans completely off your body, leaving you in only your panties. He positioned you so that you were lying in front of him across the bench. Without saying a word, he grasped the fabric of your underwear in his tattooed hands and pulled them down your legs, removing them as well. Now you lay completely naked before this man. His eyes roamed your body, looking everywhere and unsure of where to focus.

After taking a proper look at you, his eyes returned to yours and he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. Even more beautiful than I had imagined.”

You smiled, “You’ve been thinking about me naked?”

He returned your smile, “I’ve been thinking about a lot more than that, baby.”

With that, he lowered himself over your body, his chest flush against yours as he began kissing you once more. He kissed you slowly, deliberately. You could tell he was taking his time with you. You didn’t mind in the slightest. You were happy to spend the entire night lying naked underneath this man.

After a few moments, his kisses began to trail your jaw, making their way to your neck. You took in a deep breath as you felt him gently suck and kiss the flesh of your throat. You felt pleasure building in your core as he made his way lower down your body, stopping to latch his mouth onto your breast. You let out a soft moan as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, licking and biting and causing more waves of pleasure. He paid the same care to your other breast before further kissing down your body and to your aching cunt.

He leaned his head up to catch your gaze, as if inquiring whether he could go further. You merely bit your bottom lip and spread your legs wide before him. This was all he needed to further descend upon your soaked pussy. He licked your clit with finesse, drawing the prettiest sounds out of you. He moved his tongue in slow circles as he began to place a finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion and subconsciously bucked your hips up into his mouth. He seemed to be pleased by your response and responded by sucking your clit hard, making you moan out loud.

“Oh, fuck, Ricky. Baby, that feels amazing,”

He kept up his assault on your swollen bud and placed another finger inside you, pumping and curling his digits against the spongy inner sweet spot of your throbbing cunt. You felt dizzy from the work he was doing to you and you closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. He moaned as he worked his magic, loving the response you were giving him. It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar coil tightening inside you.

“Fuck, Ricky. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He moaned louder against your clit, sucking and fingering you like his life depended on it.

“Oh my god! Fuck…” you trailed off, gearing toward an orgasm.

Soon, the coil snapped, and you felt yourself arching into his mouth and letting out loud exclamations of ecstasy. You came for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, your body settled and you opened your eyes to the sight of Ricky undoing his jeans and removing the rest of his clothing. Your eyes never left one another, not even once his cock was free. You were so in love with this man and you were swimming in the post orgasm bliss that melded with it. You couldn’t look anywhere other than his beautiful face.

Ricky positioned himself between your legs once more, laying on top of you, just barely hovering above the surface of your skin. You could practically feel an electric charge rippling between your two bodies.

He looked deep in your eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…” you replied softly, still shaken by the orgasm you had just experienced.

Without breaking eye contact, you felt him position the head of his cock at your soaking entrance. He rubbed it back and forth, gazing into you, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip and waited for him to cross the threshold. When he did, your jaw slacked and you closed your eyes once more. You heard him groan as he slid the full length of his member inside of you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the new fit.

You opened your eyes to see him staring back at you, a loving expression in his gaze. He brushed the side of your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said earnestly.

You smiled a sweet smile back at him, “I love you, too.”

With that, he slowly began to rock his hips. You moaned at the newfound friction. You felt completely filled up by this man, loving every second of it. Your gaze met his once more and you felt completely overwhelmed by the romantic and lustful feelings you were experiencing. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. He moaned and shut his eyes in response. You fought to keep your eyes open as he quickened his pace, wanting to watch the satisfyingly beautiful expression on his face as he made love to you.

Both of your moans filled the room as things escalated. Ricky’s hips now snapping more harshly into yours, eliciting sharp cries from you which he reciprocated. He must have been worried about the guys outside hearing the two of you, as he cut off one particularly loud moan by sealing your lips together once again. You grasped at his back, all four limbs wrapped around him as he fucked you, kissing and soaking in each other’s bodies.

This continued for a few minutes more, increasing in intensity before the two of you came close to your breaking points. Neither no longer caring about who heard what as his lips detached from yours and you openly, wantonly moaned against one another. He lifted your hips lightly off the bench and fucked into you with reckless abandon. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, Ricky! Holy shit, that feels sooo good,” you whimpered.

He moaned in response, “Yeah? You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” you whined, almost pathetically.

“Yeah? You want me to make you cum again?” he teased before dipping a hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you.

“Oh! Oh my god yes, Ricky. Please, baby.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, snapping his eyes shut.

He picked up the pace even more and soon you were seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck!” you moaned, having your second orgasm of the night, “Ricky, baby… Fuck!”

That was enough for him to come undone as well. He gripped your hip harshly in his hand and fucked into you roughly as he moaned his own orgasm. Both your cries filling the room and forever sticking in your head. You would remember this night for the rest of your life.

Eventually, Ricky stopped completely as you both composed yourself to the best of your ability, “Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” he breathed out.

“That was fucking incredible,” you managed to slip out, your breathing ragged.

He climbed off of you and scooted you over so that he could lay next to you and hold you in his arms, “I really do love you, you know?”

You smiled sweetly at him, “I really love you too, Rick.

He smiled back and kissed you gently. You lay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and the softness in your lips. You were content to stay like that the rest of the night. You felt his hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of your back as he kissed you. 

Finally, he broke the kiss, “You know what I just thought of?”

“What?” you asked.

“Those guys have been out there this whole time. They probably know what we were doing.”

“Can they hear us this far back? Isn’t the generator loud enough to cover it up?”

“Yeah, but we’ve been back here for awhile, and they sort of know that I was planning to tell you how I felt tonight.”

You were shocked, “They know how you feel about me?”

“Oh yeah, they’ve been giving me shit about it for weeks. I think they’ll just be relieved that I finally did something about it instead of just bitching about it all the time.”

You chuckled, “So you mean this whole time, I’ve been madly in love with you and pining from afar, and there were several people who could have ended my suffering?”

Ricky laughed as well, “I mean, technically, yeah, but I swore them to secrecy. I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” you smiled, “It’s much better coming from you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, sweetheart,” he began before kissing you again, surely trying to lead up to round two of the night.

You were more than game for another romp with him. You would let this man do whatever he wanted to you, hopefully for the rest of your life.

[spookieolson]

I gotta ask for high school ricky headcanons for reader going on a first date w/ him bc fluff content needs skyrocketing

This is gonna be so cuteeeee!

High School!Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader headcannons!

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more FLUFF!!

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-You’ve had the biggest crush on Ricky for as long as you could remember

-Ever since he cracked a joke to you in freshman year during band class, you were SMITTEN

-He has everything you could possibly want in a man!

-He was funny

-He was sweet

-He was talented asf! (Seriously, that man could SCREAM, AND play multiple instruments??)

-And he was SO good looking to you

-One day, he invited you to watch him practice with his band in his garage (for those who don’t know, Ricky was in a screamo band!)

-Of course you accepted, why wouldn’t you??

-You ADORED watching him play

-The way his fingers moved along the strings of the bass

-You totally didn’t dream of those hands around your throat at one point 🤭

-Ricky snuck glances at you here and there and totally lost focus for a moment thinking about how pretty you looked

-His bandmates teased the shit outta him

-Once practice was over, Ricky went “Fuck it” and asked you out for ice cream

-You happily accepted

-So, here you two goofballs were, sitting on a bench, eating ice cream.

-Then, he looks at you

-“You’ve got ice cream on your face.”

-“I do?”

-“Mhm. Lemme get it.”

-Without warning THIS MFING MAN LICKS THE ICE CREAM OFF OF YOUR CHEEK

-Your face was BRIGHT RED

-You were internally screaming

-Now, it was your turn to say “Fuck it.”

-You go in and peck his lips quickly.

-Now Ricky was blushing.

-A few awkward seconds pass, Ricky takes your face and kisses you.

-After a sweet kiss, you both confess your feelings for each other

-“Same thing tomorrow? Watch me play then get ice cream?”

-“Absolutely.”

[beaker1636]

The Scavenger Hunt - Clue 1: Where We First Met

“Hey, thank you for helping me today with this project I am working on… actually, I lied to you and in all actuality I am here to help you with a project that you have to do today.  I’m sorry I am making you get up so early but there is a lot for us to do today and I wanted to make sure that you have time. Go put on this dress and your jacket, plus some comfortable shoes because we are going to be busy almost all day,” you sister says.

She all but shoved her way into your house today, telling you that you need to stop moping over Ricky being gone and get out of the house to do something with her.  And while you are really confused, can’t figure out what the fuck is going on or what project she might be talking about you doing, but you know that telling her no is never an option and she will get her way, so you let out a defeated sigh before stepping into your bedroom to get changed into the dress that she gave you with.

When you walk back out she has a big smile on her face, pulling you into a hug before letting go and looking at you. “Okay, let me do your hair and make up first, make you adorable and then we will be on our way.  I promise this will all make sense soon, just trust me okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded, taking a seat where she wants you at and letting her begin to curl your hair for you.  

“I wonder what is up with Rick today, usually he sends me a good morning message when he is gone by now, and I haven’t gotten one today,” you say softly, trying to make conversation with your sister.

She pauses her movements for a second, making you glance at her before she starts working on your hair again, wanting to keep you from figuring out that something is up and that’s why he didn’t.

“I bet he just slept in after a late night, it is only 8 in the morning,” she says quickly, almost too quickly.  Something is up, you may not know what but you can tell that something is going on.

“What are you hiding from me?” You ask her, trying to use your stern voice but she just ignores you, humming and pretending to not hear you speak. You want to question her, but you know that she wouldn’t tell you unless she is ready so instead you just sit there in the quiet.  

“When does he come home again?  It is coming up soon isn’t it?” Kayla asks you, the silence starting to bother her and she is worried if she doesn’t keep talking that she might spill something she shouldn’t to you.

“Tomorrow, I am so ready.  It has been months since he has been home this time, I miss him so much.  You’d think it gets easier the more we are together but it never does,” you say sadly, glancing down for a moment to regain your composure.  “He’s worth it though, really.”

“Yeah, I must say he treats you well which is all that matters,” she squeezes your shoulder softly before moving so she can start on your makeup.

Within a couple minutes she is done and you move to get your jacket out of your room, wanting to stay warm in the cool spring weather while you do whatever it is you are doing, you aren’t too sure what that is supposed to be but she’s gotta tell you soon right?

When you step back out into the living room she is standing there, holding a rose out towards you with a smile on her face. 

“This is for you, and the note with it will explain everything, I promise.  Now why don’t you read it so that we can get going, I’m getting impatient but I promised I would make sure you look nice for this,” she says, almost giggling like a toddler as she hands you the rose and a letter with a smile.

My Personal Nancy Drew, 

I know that by now you are confused, trying to figure out what Kayla is up to as she gets you dressed and ready for the day.  Hopefully she has not spilled it by now, I am going to assume she didn’t.

Let me start by saying that you will see me when you finish your scavenger hunt, that you will find me at the end when you find all the clues and solve the puzzles that I have left for you at each location.  I know that you love having to figure things out, which is why I always joke that you are my personal Nancy Drew, so I have left a trail of clues for you and you have to figure them out so you know where to go next.  You will know that it is right when you tell someone the correct thing, and they give you your next rose with the next clue.

Each rose will have something that I love about you tied to the stem so that when you are done, you have 12 reasons why I love you and a note, carrying you on to the next place.  Some clues may be easier than others, but I am hoping that as you go through the puzzles that you will enjoy the walk down memory lane that they give you.  

So to get started it will be simple, where did we first meet? When you get there you need to find a special, and if you tell the lady at the counter the correct one she will give you the next clue.  I know that one is easy, but you will have to search to find out what the correct special is, and I know once you do that you will be able to tell that it is correct.  

So get on your way, start your adventure and I will see you soon, but hopefully not too soon.  

I love you,

Ricky.

You look down at the rose, looking at the little tag on the stem that reads “I love how you always support me and my dreams, many times in ways that I could never imagine you would.”

You turn and look at your sister with a smile, giving her a hug to thank her for her part in this, though you are unsure how much of a part she actually has in this.  But the fact that she is taking part in it, that she is helping with this means a lot to you, more than she probably knows.

“Thank you, I know where we need to go.  Are you ready?” You ask her, moving to grab your purse before the two of you leave.

“Of course I am, if you know where we are going,” she says with a smile, following you out of the door, both of you going to her car.  “We need to go to the Blackbird Coffee House, that is where we met the first time.”

“Did you two bump into each other or something that day?  All I remember is you told me about this beautiful man that you met,” she teases, as she begins the short drive to the coffee shop that you told her to go to.

“Yeah, so I was sitting at a table reading and he noticed the book I was reading and asked me a question about it.  We wound up talking for almost an hour before we realized how long it had been.  We exchanged phone numbers and stayed in contact, mostly about books at first until we were hanging out one night and he finally told me that he really liked me and asked me on a date.  I had no clue that studying at the coffee shop would have ever led me to meet someone but I am glad it did,” you said with a smile.  Remembering that day dearly, one of the best days of your life if you were being honest.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t expect the answer to be so sickeningly sweet. Gross.  Anyways, we're here.  Let’s go in and figure out what the special he is talking about is,” she says, shutting the car off before you both get out. 

When you walk in you are greeted with a smile by the barista at the counter, which you return before your eyes scan the specials board.  Trying to find anything that catches your eye on it, that might make sense of a clue.  A few moments later you realize that some letters in the specials list are a different color and when you put them all together they spell Ricky Special.

You turn towards the barista, a smile on your face as you ask her for the Ricky Special.  

“I was wondering when you would show up and ask for it, these are for you.  And what can I get you to drink ladies, I was told to make sure you both have a drink before you leave, on the house.  What would you like?” She smiles as she hands you the rose with a piece of paper.

You let her know what you want when you start to read the tag on the rose, this one reading “I love that you comfort me like you do, make all my problems melt away while with a simple hug.”

The barista hands you both your drinks as you sit down on the table so that you can read the letter that was left here for you to your sister, tell her what the next clue is.

Baby,

You figured out the first clue, I am so proud of you but you are only just beginning.  

It only made sense to start you here, because this is where our story started.  Where we first met each other.  When I had to leave and get back on the bus because we were starting  tour I already knew that you were it for me.  You can ask the boys, I told them all about what you looked like and how we talked about the book that day.  I’m pretty sure they wanted to kill me, but they dealt with it.

We spent that entire tour talking, getting to know each other.  I was so glad when you agreed to go for a walk with me when we finished that tour a month and a half later, I knew that I was going to ask you on a proper date that night after I told you how I felt about you, and that is where you need to go next.  Go to the park where we confessed that we liked each other for the first time.  There will be a puzzle set up for you there that will give you the next clue and answer. 

I love you and can’t wait for you to keep going, enjoy the weather and the memories.

See you soon,

Ricky

[arkiliastuff]

The Angel of Music - Part Two

Ricky Olson x Female Reader

N/A : Here's the Part Two of "The Angel of Music" aka "Phantom Ricky of the Opera" xD. Sorry it tooks so long >< I struggled a bit on writting this part, so I prefered to make it a shorter than the first one. But worry not, the third part is coming pretty soon 👀. Hope you'll like this one, though !

Warnings : Some fluff and angst. Romantic tension (idk how to call it)

PART ONE | PART THREE

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As your manager was getting close to the stage where both you and Ricky were, you couldn’t help but let out an irritated sigh. Ricky looked so confused about the situation but remained cautious as the gray-haired man, probably in his fifties, was approaching. Yet, his stress was rising in his chest as he was thinking whether to leave now or not. You suddenly, but softly, leaned close to his ear.

“The man walking towards us is my manager” You whispered to him, filling in advance the blank in his thoughts. “He isn’t someone I really appreciate. You’ll soon understand why”.

Ricky listened to you, without saying a word as the manager came to you.

“Y/N ! That was fantastic !” He said joyfully “I think I’ve never seen you perform like that before. You were really into your role, this time ! Should I be thanking this young man for helping you out ? Oh ! But where are my manners ? I’m Alfonso, Y/N ‘s opera manager. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young sir.”

“Hello. I’m Ricky Olson” He replied shortly while shaking firmly your manager’s hand.

As your manager was getting into a monologue with Ricky, flattering his singing, you didn’t say another word. You were too embarrassed by the situation and Alfonso’s eccentric behavior. Even seeing him talking with Ricky was making you cringe. Despite you trying to not take it personally, it hurted you to be ignored by your manager. 

Ricky put a sudden hand on your back to support you, as he saw you felt awkward and in distress.

“But she’s the one who sang the most. If there is someone you should be praising, it’s definitely Y/N. I didn’t do anything.” Ricky kept saying while looking at you “ I just lended a hand to help her during her rehearsal. She did this amazing performance on her own.”

Red was coloring your cheeks as you turned your head to Ricky, not expecting this move from him. You felt your shoulders getting more relaxed though, thanks to his supportive move and soothing words.You looked at him shyly but with grateful eyes, too stunned to speak. You just murmured an almost inaudible “thank you” that you hoped Ricky heard. Your manager arched a brow, with a smirk, while caressing his beard with amusement.

“Well, Y/N, it seems that Mr. Olson holds you in high esteem here. I admit you did an amazing job here. You can be proud” Alfonso said, almost surprising you too until he came back to talk with Ricky. “Either way, I was wondering, Mr. Olson, since I heard you have a beautiful singing voice, will you be interested in joining our troupe to fully play the role of the Phantom ?”

Straight to the point, huh ? you thought to yourself, tired by his sense of business.

“Sir, I think Mr. Olson cannot—” You began to speak, but your manager stopped you in your sentence by raising a hand.

So annoying. Ricky saw that lack of respect towards you, which irritated him more.

“Well, I’m afraid I have to refuse your offer, sir ” Ricky said the most politely possible. “ I’m a band musician and we’re very busy touring, so we don’t have too much free time to stay too long in cities we visit during our breaks”.

“But maybe you could…”

And again your manager started to insist a little too much on Ricky. He tried to convince him about the role and kept flattering him about his singing. He also mentioned the alchemy the two of you had on stage. But no matter what , Ricky said no, he couldn’t do it.

You knew that way too well. As the guitarist from Motionless in White and as a busy man himself, he didn't have time to play a role at the opera. You were well aware of that. You also knew they had a lot of shows that were going to happen soon in October and November and even later in the year. How could he be available anyway ? Deep down, you felt a bit sad. But, come on, you were just a fan like the others. He couldn’t make an exception for your pretty eyes. He did that only to help you and because he’s genuinely a kind person.

You zoned out from the conversation a little but you came back to reality as you saw Ricky picking up his guitar and being pissed off by your manager. Oh no. He was going to leave mad. You had to ease the situation and stop your manager being so forceful.

“Listen Mr Alfonso, he can’t participate in our show. He’s a busy musician and you should respect his decision to refuse” You said bitterly, getting a bit mad yourself.

Your manager looked at you with wide opened eyes, completely in shock you dared to speak against him. You didn’t even dare to look more at him as you shifted on your heels facing now Ricky who was ready to go.

“Need a ride to walk you back ?” You joked.

His face got more relaxed as he chuckled softly to your joke and then he nodded.

While both of you were walking back to the entrance, you looked at Ricky, still worrying about the situation earlier.

“I’m sorry if my manager bothered you just now” You said “He’s very stubborn when he finds the “perfect representation” or “the perfect actors”. He doesn't know how to quit when people are saying no to him, which is very problematic.”

“It’s fine. He was indeed very irritating.” Ricky sighed “I understand what you told me before. He’s for sure a peculiar one.”

Both of you laughed softly until you accompanied him to the doorway. As you got closer to it, you felt your heart was breaking. You feared this moment, wondering if you could ever meet again. It was uncertain but you wished that to yourself. Ricky looked at you with a soft smile on his lips that made you melt inside.

“Well, I guess this is where I leave.” He said “ Thank you for walking me back. It was nice meeting you. I had fun too.”

“Yeah, same here. I can’t believe I got the chance to meet you here. Thank you again for your help. In return, I’ll do my best to prevent my manager from leaking anything about you coming here.”

“I appreciate that.” Ricky replied.

Both of you stood on the stoop, facing each other as an awkward silence was settling between you. Timidly, you took few steps forward, bouncing on your toes.

“Is it okay to ask for a goodbye hug ?” You asked, blushing coyly, already regretting your demand as if you were crossing an invisible line.

You had a feeling you weren’t going to see him soon, so you wanted to give it a try. But was your request even justified ? After all, you weren’t even close to him or you didn’t know him personally. Maybe it was selfish of you to ask that. Even for a second. What were you even expecting ? He was probably going to refuse anyway. That’s all you were expecting in the end.

Ricky stared at you, with so much intensity in his eyes, processing your request very carefully. You felt so embarrassed about his silence, fearing his final sentence.

“It’s okay, you can say no—”

Without saying a word, he opened his arms and hugged so reservedly, you barely felt his touch. He just patted your back few seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t expect him to actually agree to your request and make the first move. You were too stunned to speak, your mouth half-opened, realizing what just happened.

“Well, here you go with the goodbye hug” He said nervously and almost stuttered in his words. “I should go now. Goodbye Y/N !”

As you were waving at him, still processing the hug he gave you, you remembered something. The lamp in your mind got lightened as you saw the back of his sleeveless jacket with a key pattern. The key necklace ! The iconic necklace that Ricky always wears. You remembered old pictures of him, wearing it during live concerts.

“Wait Ricky ! Wait for me here ! I’ll be right back !” You shouted at him as he was getting away from the opera.

You just saw him turning around in your direction as you ran fast like you could to your dressing room. You unlocked your locker, full of your outfits from this morning, looking for your blue jeans pants. You searched in its pocket and found the precious key necklace. You squeezed it and held it firmly in your hand before running again. You ran outside, like your life was depending on it, to reach a confused Ricky who saw you out of breath. You caught your breathing back while lending your hand to him.

“I believe this belongs to you, right ?” You exhaled.

He looked at you and then to your hand. His eyes widened, realizing what you were holding, and showed a sign of relief on his face.

“My necklace…” He whispered “I don’t remember when it fell, but thank you so much for giving it back to me. It means a lot.”

He smiled at you with an infinite gratitude in his eyes. You were glad your cheeks got red because of your running so he couldn’t see you were blushing.

“N-No problem” You simply reply.

You bounced back on your feet, saying goodbye again to him, before going back nervously to the opera. Your heart was about to burst and you couldn’t stay outside any longer. You had more than enough time spend with Ricky. You were already very grateful for it. There was no need to run any much longer to him without making it weird.

When he saw you getting back inside, Ricky finally left without being able to unravel his happy smile on his lips.

One month later, this meeting has been on your mind for a while. It gave you a lot of serotonin, sometimes you were giggling on your own, sometimes you were remembering stuff you said and regretting you said it that way. But besides that, it gave you more energy to tolerate your coworkers and manager.

The rehearsals were getting longer and longer as some of the other singers were struggling, and so do you sometimes. Despite the fact you had your confidence back, you couldn’t help but stutter on the lyrics and felt your voice was cracking on “The Angel of Music” part. Plus, your teammate, who was playing the Phantom, didn’t help you focus. He wasn’t taking his role very seriously. He was pissed off by your  performance whereas you were doing your best, and mostly annoyed by the numerous rehearsals you did today.

“Come on ! This isn’t that hard !” He shouted at you, very fussed.

“Well, if you could be more serious and supportive about it, that would be great for me to handle ! This part is very difficult for me to sing with my voice cracking on the notes !” You replied getting irritated yourself by his asshole behavior.

He shrugged, not really caring about how you felt.

“Stop crying about it and just practice more. Ugh... anyway I need a coffee break” He mumbled leaving the stage.

You pinched your nose, exhausted by rehearsing with your coworker all day. You checked the time and saw it was 9pm. Way too late. It was time to go. Without seeing anybody around, you picked up your stuff from your dressing room and left the opera. It was completely dark outside and cold, just lightened by the lamps. You saw Alfred outside, taking a cigarette break and told him you were going home. Today’s rehearsal lasted more time than it should have.

You didn’t see any improvement at all with you and your coworkers' performances. You had no idea what was happening lately but it felt like nobody was really in the mood ? And your manager didn’t help at all, stressing all of you as the day of the representation was approaching. But you still had time though, it was going to be at the end of November, so there was no need to stress out. You didn’t give any more thoughts about it as you walked fast to your home, while listening to your music.

Once you arrived, you threw all of your bags and stuff on your couch and went straight to your bedroom, lying down on your bed. You let out a tired and fed up sigh. Gosh, you were trying your best to not punch your coworker in the face today. You didn’t want to work with him specifically, in the first place. Yet again, your manager didn’t let you have a choice. If only Ricky could have stayed instead…

Thinking of him, you grabbed your phone and started to check your social media if anything new happened. You just got logged on, and you saw a post from Motionless In White’s official account. They have posted pictures from a concert they were in, just a few weeks ago. They were stunning as always. You were mindlessly swiping until one picture caught your attention. One with Ricky on it, playing his guitar, so focused, despite few strands on his face. His visage was enlightened by a blue neon light with an orange neon light as a contrast. This picture was gorgeous. You were in complete awe.

You were too hypnotized by Ricky’s face, losing yourself in your own thoughts. You were remembering your unexpected encounter with him at the opera, also him helping you while playing the Phantom so well… If only Ricky was your opera partner, perhaps the rehearsal sessions would have been better. No it wouldn't have. If Ricky was in front of you again, as the Phantom, you’re not sure if you could keep it cool once more. 

Strangely, last time, you didn’t feel nervous. Even if it was your first time meeting him, unofficially, outside of Meets & Greets that you went and felt embarrassed as hell, this time you were more at ease. Maybe it was the adrenaline of performing with him that helped you stay in your character. Why was your mind playing tricks on you, right now ? Probably because you were tired.

As you were about to log off from your social media,  thinking about which meal you were gonna make and taking a shower after, your phone suddenly buzzed. It surprised you.  You weren’t expecting anyone talking to you that late. You slided into your private message as you saw a new friend request notification.

As you were reading the mysterious unknown’s nickname, your vision got blurred when you realized who it was.

rickyxolson_ : “ Hey Y/N. I hope you’re doing alright. I know it might be unexpected or strange to receive a message like that from me. But last time we met I didn’t dare to ask for your phone number or anything. So yeah.. I tried to find your account here, and you just came in my friend's suggestions. I really enjoyed meeting you and talking to you. So I was wondering if you could accept my request so we could keep in touch ?”

Your eyes widened as you were reading his message.

“W-What in the Tumblr fanfiction is that ??” You let out a scream, shouting at your phone like it could hear you.

Your heart was pounding so fast, you had to breathe very slowly and deeply to calm you down. But how could you be calm ?! THE Ricky Olson you met, at the end of September, was sending you a message ? You had to read his message again to make sure it was real. You even pinched your forearm skin to double check you weren’t dreaming. It hurted you a bit, so guess you were fully awake. This was way too real for you. It didn’t stop you panicking though. You were freaking out. As you were reading Ricky’s message for the third time, you asked to yourself : 

“What should I do ?”

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Welcome Home- Ricky Olson x afab!reader

Content Warnings: fluff, unprotected p in v sex, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Request by @abiomens: Ricky coming home early from tour to surprise reader, cuddling to possible smut

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! I loved writing this concept, hope I did it justice :) Enjoy!

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying a real person or persons in a fiction situation.

The clicking of keys echo through your cubicle and you check the clock on the wall above the trash can. 6:02. Just twenty-eight minutes to go and you can leave. Work has been so long today, you were stuck in senseless meetings, mindless phone calls, and all you want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. You wish you could curl up with Ricky, but he doesn’t get home until Tuesday; four days away. The whole band is on the other side of the country touring, and you miss him so goddamn much. I’ll have to settle for cuddling a pillow, you think. Maybe I could spray it with his cologne. The clock strikes 6:30 and you sigh in relief, shutting down your laptop. You slip it into your gray backpack behind your empty lunch container and sling it onto your shoulder. You crane your neck, pushing open the door and clocking out. 

The crisp, late September air whips around you and you tie your scarf tighter around your neck and under the collar of your black leather jacket. Ricky’s black leather jacket. Maple leaves crunch under your boots as you walk to your car, sliding in and sealing off the chilly air. You turn up the heat, rubbing your hands quickly before driving out of the parking lot. 

The drive home is long, scenery blurring by in a colorful lump. Music drifts lowly from the radio as the sun melts over the leafy horizon to create a golden afterglow. You pull into the driveway, parking the car as you let out a breath. Swinging the keyring around your finger, you walk up the leaf strewn path to wedge the key in the lock. The warmth of the house puffs around you as you swing the door open. You slip your shoes off, hanging your scarf on the rack of hooks to the side of the door. 

You stop dead when you look down. Shoes. Ricky’s shoes. “Ricky?” You start jogging through the entryway to the living room, breaking into a sprint when you see him standing in the living room. He meets you halfway, throwing his arms around your waist. He picks you up and twirls the both of you, laughter echoing around the room as you grip his shoulders. Finally, he sets you down, looking into your eyes with the most gentle expression as he leans in to kiss you.

The kiss is tender, full of love. God, the way he kisses is breathtaking. Giving you just enough to know he’s there, but not quite enough to be satisfied. He moves slowly, guiding your lips with gentle pressure as his arm sits securely around your waist. You chase the feeling, completely melting into him as your hand tangles in his hair. Slowly, he breaks the kiss with a small peck before leaning his forehead against yours.

“I missed you,” he breathes out.

“I missed you, too,” you respond, lips brushing his as the words tumble out. “I thought you weren’t getting home until Tuesday?” 

“The last show got canceled due to a scheduling conflict; I decided to surprise you.” He pulls back enough to look at you properly. You chuckle, threading your fingers up the back of his short, raven hair. Sometimes you miss his long hair, but God the short hair is hot. 

“Well, you did surprise me.”

“Good, I’d be mad if I didn’t,.” he chuckles. “Let’s go lay down.” Like a gentleman, he settles his hand on the small of your back as you make your way to the bedroom. He hits the door with the side of his foot to close it as you settle on the bed. Small shreds of light stream through the cracks in the blinds, striping the plush carpet. His eyes follow the creases of the jacket, his leather jacket, that still adorns your body as you shimmy onto the bed. Slipping under the covers with you, he pulls the two pillows closer together before flopping his head onto his own. Pausing, he tilts his head until his nose is buried in his pillow, eyes concentrated.

You raise your eyebrows. “What?”

“Did you sleep with my pillow while I was gone?”

“Wh- I mean, yeah, maybe a couple times.” Your cheeks flush.

He smirks. “I can tell. It smells like you.”

“Ok, well I missed you, what else was I supposed to do?” You defend yourself as he laughs.

“It’s fine, it’s cute. I like that it smells like you.” He shifts closer and wedges his hand under his face, looking at you with those puppy eyes you’ve missed so much. “Tell me about your day.”

As you talk about the long day filled with busywork and endless complaints he shifts one hand up to twirl a piece of your hair between his fingers. “-and my boss is such an asshole, he was… he…” you trail off when the pad of his fingers start to delicately trace your jawline. God, how he can completely numb your brain is still a mystery to you. He just has that effect. Your gaze flicking between his rosy lips and sapphire eyes has him leaning closer until his lips are just barely touching your own. Neither of you move much as you start to kiss once more, the pace leisurely and unhurried. Soft noises escape your throat, vibrating and dissolving into his lips. He shifts, bed sheets rustling, as he slips an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. 

His tongue prods between your lips and you tilt your head as you meet his tongue with your own. The kiss becomes a messy, sporadic waltz; focusing on feeling rather than performing. Your hand makes its way up the soft material of his shirt, the warmth of his chest bleeding into your palm and he groans softly. Still side by side, you hook your leg over his hips to get as close as possible. You can feel him hardening as you start to grind against each other. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and look at you. 

“Fuck, I love when you wear my jacket,” his voice is breathless and strained. “Strip, but keep the jacket on.” He scoots back to undress himself, allowing you to do the same. You sit up to remove all of your clothing before slipping the jacket back over your bare skin. The lining of the leather is slick and cool as you discard your clothes on the floor. You turn around to see Ricky kneeling on the bed stroking his hard length, the tip swollen and red. A bead of pearly precum leaks out and he swipes his thumb across it, spreading it down his shaft. He smirks at you, jerking his head back to urge you closer. You crawl across the black sheets towards him, jacket shifting open to display your breasts. He eyes them, a low noise escaping him. 

He pulls you to him, pupils black pits of lust and adoration. He cradles your head and kisses you, one arm snug around your waist. He leans the two of you down to return to your side by side position; bare except for the sticky leather. Each kiss deepens your need and you shift as close to him as you can get, groaning when his hard length presses against you. “Ricky, please,” you whisper, breaking the kiss.

“I know, baby, I know.” Ricky grips your thigh to pull it over his waist again. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grasps his cock to push into you slowly. Your eyes flutter and roll into your head as he bottoms out. Side by side, you feel so much closer than other times you’ve fucked. He starts to rock slowly in and out, finding a slow, passionate rhythm. Flush against him, the leather sticks to his skin, the silky underlining glides easily across the back of his hand where it rests on your skin. You moan and keen into him. The slow love making always seems more intense than the rough fucks. There’s something deeply intimate in the unhurried pace you set to explore each other’s bodies. 

“Oh, baby, fuck,” you whimper when he dips his head down to nip and suck at your neck. His breath is labored; strained noises escape him into the valleys and curves of your body. You fever at the feel of him; you’d thought about this moment so many times while he was away. “God, I missed you,” you breathe out. His inky hair fluffs into your cheek as his lips rest beneath your jaw.

“I missed you, too,” Ricky moans. “Missed you so fucking much.”

His thrusts deepen in pace and shorten in length as pressure begins to build low in the both of you. Your hips rock against his, chasing the pleasure he’s giving you. Pants and moans echo throughout the room as he digs up into you. He angles his hips down to drive into your sweet spot and your mouth drops open in pleasure. 

“Oh my god, Rick! Fuck- I’m gon- I’m gonna cum!” You spasm, writhe, and moan with your release; breath suspended in pleasure. The whole world goes fuzzy, all you can feel is Ricky. The way his arm stays secure around you, how his sweat mixes with yours, the soft frizz of his hair wrenched in your grip. The way he releases inside you. His hips stutter up and he’s cumming inside you, his labored groan muffled in your neck as he heaves and buries himself in your warmth.

Neither of you move, breathing against each other and relishing in the afterglow of your highs. With a soft kiss to your ear and a sigh, Ricky pulls out. He slowly rolls onto his back, bringing you to rest on his chest. His heart beats steadily against your cheek, serenading you into catharsis.

“I love you, Ricky.” Your words nestle into his chest, brushing against the dark ink.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-One

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

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“Chris, it’s changing shape too.”

Hearing Ricky say that, first it was changing colour, and now it was changing shape, and Chris, Chris couldn’t breathe, he just he could.. No. no, he just.. There was just too, too much..

“Rick, Ricky move-”

Chris wasn’t paying attention to Talia pushing Ricky out of the way from where he was half in front of Chris as she pulled him to face her as she knelt on the couch. He was struggling to suck air into his lungs in a daze as she reached up, and pressed her palms to his cheeks to take his face in her hands, his eyes meeting hers as he struggled.

“I, Jelly-”

“Hi, Spookie, yea, I’m here, just breath with me okay?”

Chris felt her move to press one of her hands to his chest over his displaced shirt, avoiding his exposed soulmate tattoo. Maybe because it would bring his mind right back to what was causing his panic, maybe not, but it didn’t matter. She was just drawing his focus to her, completely to her. Her hand pressed against where his heart was beating so hard in his chest, and how her thumb was brushing so tenderly across his cheek.

He listened as she talked him through the five things. Five things he could see, four, he could feel, three he could hear, two he could smell, and one he could taste.. By the time they got down to the one, and Chris realised his mouth actually was all dry like cotton wool, Ricky offered up a piece of gum from sitting half crouching next to him on the floor.

“Don’t worry, it’s vegan, I checked.”

The fact that he checked before offering had Chris sighing and leaning against him a little as Ricky stood up from the floor again, his arm wrapping around his shoulder,

“Better, Chris?”

Chris smiled softly over to Talia, thankful she was here, thankful in so many ways for her, for Ricky, for both of them..

“Yeah, I don’t, I don’t know what’s happening.. There are no theories on this one. When it comes to passed soulmate tattoos, they just, are.”

So the fact something was happening to his, was beyond him. “Chris-”

He looked at Talia as she sighed,

“I’m not asking for your tattoo, I’m asking for you, I’m worried about you, are you okay?”

He relaxed, marginally, anyway, but nodded. It wasn’t enough, though. Not nearly enough. Talia might only be worried about him, but he needed to know, he needed more.

“I need to know though, Talia, I need to understand.” He’d already lost his soulmate, he couldn’t go through this if something was happening that involved Ricky and Talia that could risk, something with them too. “I left a message asking if anyone had heard of people feeling strange sensations on the message board from their tattoos after a soulmate passed, but all I got was a smart arse remark from what I suspect was a dumb ass kid.”

He groaned slightly,

“What use is the verification process if stupid kids can still get on the board.”

Glancing over to Ricky as he scoffed at this only to hear Talia giggle slightly as well, in his frustration he was obviously missing something,

“Chris,”

Talia starting softly,

“Just because someone is over eighteen, doesn’t mean they aren’t a dumb ass kid.”

Then Ricky just had to chime in,

“Yea, think about who we were at eighteen.. Hell, go online and watch old motionless videos, and we were older than eighteen Chris.. Me know, I would have called us dumb ass kids.”

“Okay, okay, point taken.”

Talia sighed,

“Now, back to Chris thinking his tattoo is reacting to Rick, but Rick thinking it’s reacting to me..”

She looked over at Chris, Talia had heard what Ricky said about Chris having problems with his shoulder while she was having her breakdown, and they were looking after her. Really, it just sounded all kinds of flimsy to her, but wasn’t all of this with the tattoos? It was all about interpretation, and it was confusing, at best.

“What makes you think it's reacting to Ricky, though, Chris?”

At that, she noticed the way he paused, the way he glanced at her, wait, was that hesitation, why was he so hesitant? Was it bad?

“Spookie?”

It was Rick that spoke up though,

“I kissed him.”

When she looked over at him in surprise, oh. Oh. She hadn’t realised their friendship might be like that, cross those boundaries. Though, he was the one that had joked about her and Ava. The surprise must have said something to him, however, for him to want to clarify when he quickly added,

“Comfort kiss, it was just a peck, just a peck.”

Was he worried she’d be upset at him kissing Chris? They weren’t together, and she wasn’t about to go postal on him, was she? She didn’t think she was? But then why did her tattoo suddenly twinge like that when he started defending himself, blinking quickly. She knew Ricky had felt it between them with the way he was looking at her now. A gasp from Chris had them both looking over at him, shit… He felt it too, she was jealous.. But she didn’t feel jealous? Did she? That, why was the tattoo reacting when she wasn’t even jealous, they weren’t together! They, they.. He said..

“This is insane.”

Talia stood up quickly from the couch, but then as soon as she did, she stopped, not sure what she was doing where she was going, Ricky suddenly standing up too, 

“Rick..”

She glanced to Chris, his tone slightly warning.. And that was when she realised, Ricky hadn’t been alone with her since the kitchen, only with Chris, right, because Chris knew, Chris had been, Talia chuckled.. Chris was there to keep them apart.. Oh that was perfect.. He was their chaperone, that was just perfect. Now he was tangled up in this mess too..

“You laugh.. But it gets better.. I think you should kiss Chris.”

Her gaze fell back on Ricky for a second, look at him like he’d grown a second head, he was telling her to kiss Chris. Just like that and instantly her tattoo was reacting, which was, embarrassing. She couldn’t even hide the fact that she’d thought about it, and oh, had she’d thought about it, thought about how if she wasn’t Ricky’s soulmate. Oh. My. God. That wasn’t fair, they could both feel it now, too. 

“This is ridiculous, it’s complicated enough… isn’t it?”

Ricky just stared at her..

“Okay, hear me okay.. I thought before.. My tattoo was ripping through me every time I thought about you and Chris because I was jealous, but I think, the problem with these tattoos is that, well, it's all open for interpretation isn’t it?”

Talia swallowed as she looked to Ricky as he talked, he looked from her to Chris, and then back to her. Listening as he spoke about his tattoo affecting him concerning her friendship with Chris, so he’d known, that was news to her..  Even more so, why, why did she have butterflies in her stomach just listening to him talk like this.. She hadn’t felt like this since, since the night she almost met him in line for VIP.. so excited, so thrilled that she was on the verge of meeting her soulmate for the first time.

It was almost like, for the first time in years, she finally felt alive again.. Looking between Ricky, and then Chris.

“I don’t think I was jealous you were with Chris, I think,”

Ricky paused, this was going to be a leap, because, it was, it was a massive leap right now, but from how he felt ever since he’d invited Chris over and the three of them had spent time together. Sure it had been painful moments, but, there had been funny moments, moments when they could laugh and comfort each other..

“What, Rick?”

Glancing over towards Chris,

“I think I wanted to be there with you. I was so terrified of my soulmate tattoo, and dealing with Grace, and everything with Grace is still shit.. She’s deleted everything and it, it feels worse than ever, because now I don’t know where she is, what she’s doing.. She could be right outside this door and I wouldn’t know.”

He swallowed and sighed when Chris shook his head,

“Nope, that's the one place we know she isn’t, the security system would have gone off, I swear.. You want me to bring up the cameras, she might have figured out yours, but I guarantee she hasn’t mine.”

Rick felt a flush of warmth of affection for both of them when Chris said that, and the way Talia muttered Bitch under her breath.. Talia, JellyBean, too sweet for words Talia, and she was, now they were both looking at her when she said that..

“What? You want to know what Ava calls her? You want to know?”

The chuckle that came from Chris had Ricky smiling, for such a serious issue, only these two could make him smile,

“Okay, now I have to know, JellyBean.”

“Ava calls her the soulmate stealing hussy. I swear, right before we walked into the greenroom, that was how she cheered me up.”

“Oh, my god.”

Ricky couldn’t help but mutter as he laughed along with Chris. Both of them absolutely applaud and yet amused beyond belief by Ava’s antics, well, now they were, they probably wouldn’t have been at the time considering. At the time, they had both thought that Grace really was Ricky’s soulmate and Talia was the interloper. Now, though, they knew better.

“Calling her a bitch, is nothing.”

Yeah, now it was nothing. Ricky nodded slightly.

“So, back to this, Sweetheart.. The fact that your tattoo reacted to my suggestion of kissing Chris makes me think you’ve thought about it already.”

Raising an eyebrow to her, and there was no way he was going to judge her, seeing the way her face flushed he smirked a little, right, 

“Sweetheart, I’ve already kissed him, you know that, I’m going to me perfectly honest, not just once. That peck, was probably was one of the more innocent kisses.. Right Chris?”

His smirk grew at the surprise on her face, looking over to Chris,

“Right, make me explain.. It was, years, years, ago.. Just some fun, nothing serious, just making out..”

Seeing Talia shake her head slightly,

“And here I thought all your stage antics were just for fun.”

Ricky couldn’t help the laugh there at the teasing remark Talia directed towards Chris, she wasn’t wrong either, the shit he used to pull towards him on stage, sending the fans completely wild, had been hilarious.

“Admittedly, then Julia came along, then Grace, and our lives changed. It was just a bit of fun, we knew it wasn’t real, we weren’t soulmates, so like I said, fun.”

“We.. weren’t.”

Ricky added as he glanced at the changing mark on Chris shoulder that he’d covered up by fixing his shirt since he’d sat in the chair after calming down.. The colour changing, the image shifting, who knows what was happening right now. He had a theory, one that he didn’t need a message board for, and any scientist to tell him, just a wild stab in the dark he supposed, which was why he wanted Talia to kiss, Chris.

“No wonder you thought I hooked up with Ava.”

Talia smiled at him, “I was joking!” She laughed at him as he tried to defend himself. At the same time, he didn’t have a leg to stand on with the fact he had just admitted to having made out with his best friend knowing they weren’t soulmates years ago.. True enough.. She’d shared tiny moments with Ava, nothing more than drunken flirty kisses while laughing their asses off over drinking games. “My idea is still there, Talia.. If the kiss makes the tattoo react, I think.. I think something more is going on here, something bigger than just the bond between you and me.”

Looking at Ricky, Talia turned to Chris, who had been silent on the matter so far,

“Spookie, you haven’t said anything, I mean, would you even want to kiss me anyway?”

She wasn’t going to kiss him just for the tattoo if he didn’t want to have anything to do with her like that! Just because they were friends, and getting closer, didn’t mean she wanted to assume anything.

Chris paused, was, was she really asking him if he wanted to kiss her? This gorgeous women who he would kiss in a fucking heart beat the moment he saw her if he thought for one moment she’d give him a second thought? Oh, Chris remembered the night of VIP with such clarity, long before they’d discovered Ava was Vinny’s soulmate, he’d noticed Talia when she was still in line. There’d just been something about her, she’d been different when he’d glanced towards her a few times before she’d gotten to the front of the line to meet them. If he’d not known for years that his soulmate was gone and nearly every person he met wouldn’t be bothered with him, he’d have asked her out immediately. Well, maybe not, asking fans was a slippery slope, they all knew it. Then of course, realising who she actually was, sending their entirely fucking world, Ricky’s world, on its head? Fuck, she was asking him that?

Knowing that her tattoo had reacted just from thinking about kissing him, that she’d thought about kissing him herself…

“JellyBean..”

Taking in a breath.. How could she think he didn’t want..

“Baby..”

Nope.. he leaned closer to her, a hand coming up to cup her cheek, and his lips were capturing hers in a kiss that was as far from just a peck on the lips as possible compared to the kiss Ricky had planted on him just the day before. The moment his lips touch hers, all three of their tattoos, including Chris’ strange grey, half formed tattoo, flared to life and had Chris gasping against Talia’s mouth with the softest groan.. Oh, fuck.

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