#Ricky olson angst

[beaker1636]

Rainy Day - Ricky Smut/Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cookiesupplier]

Yes, stop being morons, I love it!

Endless times.

Ricky "Horror" Olson x female reader

Atticus chapter 6. Hurt/comfort, fluff.

Renaming the series "Ricky the Coward" because it works better. I'm kidding, HERE, HAVE SOME FLUFF MY DEARS. The suffering is finally ending I promise. This one is for @tearfallpixie who asked for them to stop being morons and for @smokeynaomi who was hoping for some peace. And also for everybody who has been following this series since the beginning, reblogging and commenting all the chapters. I love you.

The story is ending here, it was short, it was a mess but it's here. I have still one more chapter for you, some kind of epilogue. It will be out in a few.

Thank you all for following this Ricky little story. In the end, it was a lot of pain for nothing. But I'm happy to have written for Ricky. Now if you're looking for me I'll be marrying him in my head.

Love you.

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"Ricky called that night.

But you didn’t answer."

You may not have answered but Ricky knew better than that. Of course, he did. He knew you like he never knew someone else. He spent hours and hours studying you. He knew what you were doing, how hurt you were and how fucked up he was. Because it was his fault.

However, he was done with that. He was done hiding himself behind excuses. He was done apologizing for what he felt. The last weeks were just a mess, it's true, but that did not mean that it was too late to fix things. At least he hoped.

So it's full of expectancy and very determined that he popped up in front of your house, in the middle of the night, again. He knocked like his life depended on it, like he was in some kind of Rom-Com. He expected to say something, to let out some kind of beautiful declaration. But when he saw AJ staring at him as he opened the door, the knob still in hand, he thought that he was going to pass out. His voice cut short and nothing came out anymore. He saw you move behind his friend's figure, hidden by his large shoulders and his world fell apart once again, like it wasn't enough.

AJ looked back at you and then at the short one, all in silence, the most deafening silence in the universe. Ricky felt his heartbeat in his ears, the blood rushed in his chest and he forgot to breathe for a moment. But when AJ put his hand on Ricky's shoulder, got an "I'm sorry dude" out and left Ricky stood there like he was hallucinating, as if it was some sort of out-of-body experience. He would have liked to say something to him, to say something to you now that you were right in front of him, in your short pyjamas, but he didn't do anything.

What a dumbass he was.

Were you back with AJ? Was he that stupid? Was that what Chris tried to tell him the other day? Oh god, he got his hopes all worked up in his little mind, always racing too much just to be disappointed in the end. It was just drama, all for him to be humbled.

So he just stood there, staring at you while he was lost in his thoughts, a single tear rolling on his right cheek.

-Richard.

You called him and his eyes connected to reality. He finally acknowledged your presence and the wet trail on his cheek. Briefly, he brushed it with the tip of his fingers, sniffing once before he dared to speak, his voice cracking nonetheless.

-Hey. For the great declaration of love, we will go back. All his courage seemed to have miraculously disappeared. Yeah in the end he was still a coward. I just wanted to.. Well I tried to call and you weren't answering so- But now I realize you were just busy. I'm sorry.

What was I saying? Hm yes, a wimp. Where did Ricky the Brave go? Because when it came to you he was everything but brave.

Still, he kept rambling, now that he started to say something he felt like he couldn't stop. He was panicking and in this anxiety state, he just let everything that was crossing his mind out.

-It's not that I came for nothing. I just thought that maybe I should come and apologize for how I acted these last days you know. But if you're back to dating AJ it's good, yeah he is nice and you guys were great together. I'm sure you'll be happy- His voice cracked again. That doesn't mean I'm not sorry though. I'm sorry for what happened between us. I mean, no- I'm not sorry for what happened I'm sorry for how I reacted and how I treated you afterwards. But now I realize that it doesn't matter anymore so.. Anyway you're great, he is great I'm happy for you.

He couldn't stop, he tried to but he couldn't. He was mentally cursing himself but it felt so urgent to keep talking. His heart was racing and he was still on the verge of passing out but that did not prevent him from vomiting all his words. He stepped backwards, like he was going to leave for good. Embarrassed one of his hands came to scratch the back of his hair.

-I just wanted to let you know that I regret it. We're both adults and I reacted like a child. The truth is- He paused, the air running short in his lungs as he looked for his words. I don't know. The truth is that when it comes to you I don't know how to manage my feelings. Seriously I just panicked. I buried all my emotions for more than a year and that night I was just so overwhelmed- Fuck-

He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.

-I'm sorry this is not an apology I'm trying to find excuses for myself because I don't want you to hate me, I don't want you to think that I'm an asshole. But I am, I really am. We don't treat people the way I treated you. Especially not people that you love. Because yeah I love you, I think I do. Well no I don't think, I'm sure of it. I've been a fucking stalker for the last few days because I couldn't get you out of my head. And it fucking scares me. I'm scared of you and all you make me feel and I'm scared to hurt my friend. I'm scared to be the one left alone in the end.

During his little monologue, Ricky sat down on the stairs in front of your house without realising it and you just came to sit next to him in silence.

-Rick, breathe because you're going to die if you don't. You cut him off for a second even if you weren't registering his words anymore. You just stopped understanding at "Yeah I love you". Your brain cracked up at this very moment. It's okay, just calm down.

He loved you.

Well you knew he did since AJ just came to tell you minutes ago, but this time he was the one telling you.

AJ came by an hour earlier, back from the small tour he apparently had a discussion with Chris who tried to desperately keep the band together and he thought it was a good idea to inform you about that. Taking advantage of the situation you explained to him what happened with Ricky and he told you what was going on on his friend's side. AJ was not mad, he was not dumb either. He knew about it, he just decided to not say anything else.

And when he was about to leave Ricky came knocking on the door like a madman. Worried it might have been some kind of psychopath -because who knocks like that on people's door at night- AJ opened.

Finally, Ricky shut down at your words and he stared mindlessly at the street, another silence settling between the two of you. Gently your head dropped down to his shoulder as you looked in the same direction as him. One of your hands came to take the one on his knees and you brought it back to you.

-You won't be left alone. Despite your soft tone, he got all startled. Your voice resonated in his ears but it was not enough to make him turn his head. Yours was still resting on his shoulder and he would not have moved for a penny. I could not leave you alone.

-Don't say that. I've been awful.

-And I should have understood better how you felt. We should have talked about this. About how we both felt. If I had been more honest with you since the beginning maybe we would have done better. I'm just saying that we both screwed up this time. You're not the only one to feel things you know, you're not the only one who's scared. I'm scared of what I feel for you too.

He didn't move the atmosphere contrasting with what it was seconds before and you felt him shiver. These simple words meant a lot more than they were just saying, and he easily got that. Or maybe he was just being delusional but he still decided to take the chance to ask.

-What about AJ? I'm not doing a trouple kind of thing alright. I definitely don't want to have sex with him- He joked, you knew he did because his tone had this little laugh in it. You missed it so much and it was enough to let you know that he was feeling a bit better with the situation, at least enough to crack jokes about it.

-Yeah right, don't lie I'm sure you've been waiting for this moment for years. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, the mood between you lighting in a second. But I'm not back with AJ, Rick. He just came because he had things to tell me.

-Oh.. He paused. He knows, doesn't he?

-Yes he does.

-Is he, he paused as if he was frightened of the answer, infuriated?

-No he is not. He just asked me to get the situation cleared because apparently, you can't play the guitar anymore.

Ricky frowned his brows as he threw your intertwined hands in the air.

-I can play the guitar. What an ass he is. I play better than him.

You refrained a laughter at his defensive response.

-Right, then why Vinny tweeted that your guitar sounded "funny"?

-Oh come on! Who's side are you even on? My guitar doesn't sound "FUNNY".

You both laughed and now he felt stupid to have panicked for nothing. You were not with AJ, he was not mad and you looked like you accepted his apology. The heavyweight that was constantly on his chest instantly left it. It was not how he imagined it to be but it happened and it was too late now to go back.

-You don't hate me?

He asked and you looked at the cars that were passing in front of your house.

-No I don't.

Just like that, you sat back in silence together. It was weirdly peaceful but you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how calm things were and you enjoyed all the sweet feelings that were settling in your core as you thought about Ricky's words.

"I love you."

At some point, you decided to break this instant to speak again.

-So Mister Olson you're in love with me, huh?

Ricky who just started to relax got all tensed up again and you smiled to the ears.

He scoffed back, red as a tomato, and more than embarrassed now that he had to face the consequences of his actions.

-Pfft, no I'm not- You know you can love people without being in love with them.

Your head left his shoulder as you stood up and he looked at you with all the misery of the world in his eyes. The heat of your body disappeared next to him and he missed it already. Still, you did not let go of his hand. In fact, you even grabbed the other one as you crouched yourself between his legs.

-I see.. then it's too bad. I wanted to kiss you but now I guess I'll just go back home and leave you here alone. What a shame..

You grinned as one of Ricky's hands left yours to immediately grab your neck and he pushed you on him. Due to your squatting position, you fell forward, each one of your hands leaning on both of his sides, as he smiled while his lips approached yours.

-I'm in love with you. He breathed out against your mouth and you smiled back, your breath fanning on him.

-I love you, Rick. You answered and at these words, it didn't take him two seconds to crash your lips together.

It wasn't soft like the first time he kissed you. It was so much more, there was no more restraint, no more fear or guilt. None of you were holding your feelings for the other, none of you tried to hide what he really felt in that kiss. It was your first real kiss, it was the kind of kiss that meant much more than any other words. Your stomach was full of butterflies and you just wanted to giggle, you just wanted to surround his neck with your arms to push him more on you.

It was your first real kiss and it was the best kiss you ever had.

[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.

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Fifty-Three

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, conspiracy theories.

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: I know I left you on a cliffhanger... this was supposed to go up last night but I literally had no wifi... I am so sorrry! HERE YOU GO!

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Chris was a mess, and it didn’t help matters that the only person that was allowed to even know any information about what was happening to Talia medically right now, was Ricky, as he was her soulmate. Legally he was classed as her next of kin, and Chris was just her boyfriend, that was it, that was all he was ever going to be to her. He wasn’t even sure if they got married that the system was going to change matters any when it registers that she had a soulmate listed ahead of a husband, Ricky would always come first. Ricky had already apologised multiple times since they’d arrived at the hospital, but Chris didn’t care, all he was worried about was Talia. The moment they’d arrived, the Nurse had asked who her soulmate was, with the medical forms in hand, and because Chris had been in a state, Ricky had grabbed them, signing away. It was right, he was her original soulmate, his tattoo matched hers, right down to the placement, it made sense. Of course, now, Chris would never be able to ask for information from the hospital in the case of an emergency, never be able to see her as immediate family… Never…

Fuck, fuck, what was he going to do if something happened to her… If… No, not if, something had happened to her, today!

What had happened to her!?

Ricky couldn’t stand watching Chris lose his mind over the possibility of losing Talia. Yes, losingTalia. He could see the wheels turning in his mind because it was as if it was happening all over again. Last time he hadn’t known, one moment he had had a soulmate he might meet one day, and then the next… The next moment, he didn’t. They were just gone. Dead. Right now, Ricky was seeing him go out of his mind, watching him freak out waiting for information about how intensely Talia was injured. Not that he felt any better, but he was trying to focus on looking after Chris, it was all he could do, otherwise he was certain he would lose it himself. 

They’d called emergency to try to report that something had happened to Talia, right after trying to call Talia herself and the call not even connecting. Unfortunately, when he called 911, attempting to explain he knew something had happened to her was impossible. Rick had tried, he really had, to explain to them that they, he, could feel through the soulmate tattoo bond when she got hurt. Considering what he had felt, that it had to have been bad, that he thought she might have been in a car accident, she’d been driving after all. Basically, he’d been treated like they thought he was a lunatic over the phone, and he’d been royally irate at the dismissal, they wouldn’t even listen to him. 

With Chris beside himself that they didn’t listen, Ricky wasn’t about to give up, so he’d called Jordan and Kyle at the hotel next. They at least, gotten there safely, and she’d already left to get home, the moment they heard something might have happened to Talia were also worried too. Kyle had taken the phone from Jordan then, and insisted they go to the hospital, that if she was in an accident, emergency would use her soulmate as best next of kin without any other contacts. Ricky had swallowed, glancing at Chris knowing that was going to be a kick in the teeth, but hadn’t argued, they got to the hospital, and sure enough… she was there.

Talia had been brought in moments before they arrived, the accident had been bad, the nurse having him signing release forms for life-saving emergency surgery and filling out medical forms. He didn’t know any of her medical details, and had to get Ava on the phone to ask her if she knew anything about if she had any medical allergies, literally while he was filling in the forms. Glancing at Chris from the corner of his eye, pacing back and forth in the waiting room… only to have the other woman and their drummer barrel into the emergency waiting room moments later. Ava rushed over to him, helping him finish the last of the forms, Ricky was glad for the help, not wanting to admit he was half on the verge of breaking himself. He barely knew her food allergies, let alone whether she was allergic to penicillin or latex! Shouldn’t that be in her file? Why couldn’t they have that digital and all hospitals linked up to that, oh wait, of course, that would too much sense, and help too many people. The health care system could never work so smoothly. 

By the time he’d finished with the forms, Vinny had managed to convince Chris somehow to sit down, rather than pace around the room, how, Ricky would never know. AJ had turned up after Ava and Vinny, along with Jordan and Kyle, to keep them company while they waited for news to how Talia was in surgery. Kyle had seen them and just shaken his head a little with a tiny smile, and Ricky had taken one look at the other man and known. As a nurse, they were just a crowd of people sitting in the waiting room taking up space getting in the way, but to Ricky, to Chris, especially to Chris, they were the greatest lifeline in the world right now. 

Ricky had never lost anyone even close to the magnitude that Chris had, and, he didn’t know how he felt about it, even more, the thought of watching someone he loved deal with that loss again. Yea, love… Ricky wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t love Chris, he had for a long time. Maybe it was only recently he’d come to terms of just how much this feeling meant to him. Always just assuming he loved him as a friend, and now, now it was so much more. Then there was Talia, that woman had been pulling at his heart strings in so many different ways since he’d met her, it had been so painful, and traumatising after everything that had happened. He knew she didn’t mean what had happened, but it had, and they had both been trying to deal with the fall-out ever since. 

As he sat in the waiting room with Chris, reaching for his hand, that was when two suited people walked in through the entrance doors towards the emergency nurse's station.  Ricky’s focus was on Chris, enough that he didn’t see when the nurse behind the desk was addressing the well-dressed man and woman towards their group, and mainly, him. Sitting beside Chris, didn’t pay attention to their approach until Vinny across from him called his name, instead looking towards his boyfriend concerned, his head tilted back, fingers laced with Chris’. That was until he was forced to acknowledge Vinny calling his name. Then as he lifted his head, and noticing him nod towards them just as one of the approaching suits took out a flip wallet, and his focus zeroed in on what he saw inside of it as they started talking.

“Mr Olson? I am detective-”

Most of the introductions that followed was a blur in his mind, Rick would admit to that, he was so focused on the police badge in the flip wallet the man was holding… Shit… they were detectives, they weren’t even beat cops. They had detectives here investigating the crash, which meant whatever had happened at the accident had ended in quite the disaster. Had there been some sort of intervention… had someone died on the scene? Had Talia… surely the doctors would have told them first… Ricky swallowed… “Vin, AJ, could one of you sit with-” Standing up with his chair and feeling Chris’ hand tightened as he did.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be over here, I’ll be right back, okay baby?”

Kissing Chris quickly to calm him, not caring for one iota what anyone else thought about him being Talia’s soulmate and kissing Chris at the same time. The only people he was worried about right now, were Chris and Talia, literally no one else mattered, everyone else could think what they wanted.

Walking over with the detectives, he sighed softly as they led him to the far side of the waiting room, where the least of the amount of people were. Ricky glanced back to Chris, Chris who was watching him carefully, well no, like a hawk actually, almost as if he thought he was just going to disappear on him too. Shit.

“Mr Olson, it’s our understanding you are the soulmate of Talia Landon?”

“I am, what happened exactly?”

Why were detectives here to investigating the crash, and not beat cops to talk to him, and waiting to see about whether Talia was out of surgery to ask her questions. Wasn’t that how things went. What could he possibly know about the situation? What would talking to him solve?

“We’re still working that out, you also were in a relationship with one, Grace Adams?”

Hearing that name, and just like that, Ricky’s blood ran cold. He knew exactly why they thought talking to him here could help. Grace, if Grace had anything to do with this then… then… Ricky took in a deep breath to stop panic from gripping him.

“I, ah, yes. We haven’t been in a relationship for some time now. What has she got to do with any of this?”

More than anything, he wished he could have taken out that restraining order out on her, but unless he could prove that she had threatened him, and he feared for his life, he had nothing. He had proof of nothing but a crazed fan and then Grace just disappeared, until now. The male detective continued to speak, answering the question.

“She was the other driver involved in the incident, could you tell us if Talia has had any recent interactions with Grace that might have-”

Ricky cut him off quickly,

“Grace was previously stalking me after faking being my soulmate, and it was only revealed that she wasn’t after I discovered Talia was my real soulmate. Grace blames Talia for ruining our entire relationship, despite the fact I discovered our entire meeting, and her claim as my soulmate, was fake. She led me to believe we were soulmates for some five years, it was nothing but lies and manipulation that she never intended to stop. If she’s accusing Talia of causing this accident, she's lying.” Practically ranting at this point, he didn’t even realise that he was getting so worked up when he felt Chris behind him, his arms wrapping around his shoulders, his cheek on the top of his head. A soft, shhhhh, coming from the taller man in the effort to calm him down. Seemed that Rick wasn’t the only one that could see the other needed the comfort right now. He’d been so worried about Chris, he hadn’t, he just hadn’t… This was all his fault, wasn’t it? He’d gotten complacent. Grace had disappeared and he’d just… No, no he hadn’t forgotten about her, but with her gone there hadn’t been anything he could do until he heard about her, and he hadn’t… not until now. He hadn’t gotten any alerts on her accounts, if she’d activated any of them again, or… any of the friends he knew of… Now Talia was paying the price. 

“Mr Olson, we’re still just asking questions and reviewing all the avenues, evidence along with seeking out any potential footage of the scene of the accident.”

Rick didn’t want to think about the fact that they might be going to this kind of extremes because of how badly Talia had been injured. Why would detectives be working a simple accident sight if they didn’t think there was potential for it to turn into a homicide, wasn’t that how it worked? Or was there something he didn’t know here? What had happened that they weren’t saying?

Taking in a deep breath and reached up, his hand over one of Chris’ in front of him.

“Look, is there anything at all you can tell us, anything at all?”

Because they’d just triggered his worst nightmare, he didn’t even need to wonder if it was Chris, if he’d heard or if he’d just come over because he’d saw Ricky was getting upset. Just thinking about what Chris stalker had put him through, and Grace going after Talia, no, not on.

“At this time, we’re just asking questions if we have anymore, we’ll let you know. Please, you are best, just waiting for Ms Landon and see she how she recovers.”

Ricky swallowed… the fact they were here, and she wasn’t even out of surgery yet, actually pissed him off, and made him wonder how badly Grace was injured… had she been hurt? Or had they talked to her already. Watching them walk away, he found himself walking back to the others and sitting back down with Chris. 

Sitting there with him, it all came down to the last thing in the world he could ever want, would be to lose Talia from their lives. Because he loved her, just as much as he loved Chris, did he? Only, unlike Chris, whom he’d told many times, at least as a friend over the years, he’d never told her. He was going to never forgive himself if he’d lost that chance.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[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…

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Fifteen

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: More trigger warnings here, please tread carefully.

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Fifteen

Vinny had woken up excited to see Chris. Or at least… she hoped to… Going downstairs, heels clicking on the floor as she looked around holding the flowers. Did he change his mind? Did I do something wrong that night…? She thought the longer she waited for him, eyes watering some as her heart ached.

She ran through her usual opening routine trying not to overthink it at all… but it was near impossible not to. Seeing her worrying, Ricky reached out gently touching her arm, “Princess… what's wrong?” He asked softly, seeing the sheen of tears threatening to build in her eyes. He was surprised when she set the coffee she was working on down to hug him. “Oh princess…” he breathed, combing through her curls with his tattooed fingers. 

“Chris wasn't here this morning! What if something… what if I did something wrong? What if he was using me… or… got bored…? Or disgusted that I'm….” 

“No. If he is, I'm gonna kick his ass. Because Vinny, you are the most beautiful, wonderful woman I have ever met.” Ricky said firmly with a frown, petting her cheek, lovingly. “And if that's how he is… I don't know if I would want him living here… You’re my best friend.”

Her laugh was half-hearted but sweet. “Rick…. Thanks.” She whispered, hugging him gently one more time before returning. 

“If we don't see them tonight, I'll check on them, okay?” Rick offered with a smirk and a gleam in his eyes.

She nodded, “Okay… promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He said softly, pinching her cheek, earning a whine from her.

The day passed agonizingly slowly for all involved, even the ones that were cast into stone. There was only so much that they could meditate their minds when there was weighing on them. At least Ryan knew Christopher was likely in so much pain he would have passed out as soon as he had finished finally transforming. In saying that, both of the uninjured gargoyles were holding their breaths by the time that sunset came, well, not literally, they couldn’t move a muscle as immobile in stone as Christopher was. As soon as the sun dipped below the horizon and released them from their daylight prisons, they shifted back into their human forms, the instinctively reached for the third as Christopher slumped to the floor.

He was alive.

It took some coaxing to get him to shift back to human so they could get him back onto his bed so he could rest with some comfort, what had they done without these beds? At least the wounds had managed to seal, the stitches had melted into his skin as intended, the magic of his rejuvenation making them obsolete now, but he still had a lot of healing to do. He was weak, and in pain, and with the amount of damage his body had suffered, it was likely going to take days before he could function again. 

“Seal the door and keep watch, Justin, no one comes in, and even if he wakes up-” Ryan didn’t think he had the strength to wake up, he’d have to pick him up some broth to keep up some strength, “Do not let him leave this room.” “I hardly think-” Justin tried to argue, thinking he was being ridiculous. However, Christopher still looked half dead, even with his wounds not split open. The look Ryan gave him with his eyes narrowing, it left absolutely no room for discussion, “I’m going to patrol, and before you argue, yes on my own, I know we’re not supposed to, but someone has to stay with him. I’ll be back as soon as I can. No one in or out. No matter who comes to the door, do not answer.” 

They both knew Justin couldn’t lie for shit. He was too loyal, yes he was loyal to Christopher and would want to cover for him, but Ryan knew, was now Justin had a tie to Ricky as well. That was going to fuck with him in a way he didn’t realize yet. When Justin nodded in agreement, Ryan suited up and was off, swooping out from the balcony into the night. Hopefully tonight patrol would be quiet, and quick.

Ricky was waiting patiently, hopeful that one of them would show up. He was stressed. He knew Vinny was, as well as she tried to hide it… she couldn't hide everything… not at all. Especially to Ricky. 

As the hours ticked by, Vinny came to Ricky, into his arms, hiding into his chest and shoulder sniffling. “You said you'd check.” Vinny whispered to him, holding him to his word.

“I did, and I will… go upstairs to bed while I shut down… it's okay, princess.” He whispered, “take a bath and relax.”

She nodded and dragged herself up the stairs to their apartment with a heavy heart.

Ryan came back to the Church later than he’d like, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy either, seeing the lights inside. The easiest way would be to avoid Ricky and Vinny entirely, but that he feared would just make everything so much worse. The bag of food in hand for Christopher, he walked in knowing Rick was about closing up, and it was hours long past any time any of them might have been even seen.

Upon seeing the other, Ricky walked over quickly, “What's going on? Vinny is super stressed out and worried… I haven't heard from you guys- did something happen?”

Oh, the gargoyle felt physically ill then with what he knew was coming next. “No, no, of course not.” Looking Ricky directly in the eye as he stone-cold lied to him. “Tell Vinny everything is just fine, we just got given some extra projects at work today, they, they are going to be keeping us busy.. For, well, it might keep us out of contact for the next few days.”

Ricky nodded slowly, “okay… but… next time tell Vinny. She thought Chris hated her.” He murmured softly. “I… I-I guess I'll see you around?”

Ryan hated this, he hated that he used his virtue against Ricky. People trusted him, Ricky trusted that he was telling him the truth right then, and he just believed him outright. Nodding, “Yes, I’ll see you, I’ll be sure, sure to tell Vinny.” He just hoped that Christopher wasn't going to make even more of a liar out of him, because, this was not something he wanted to happen more. He was going to rip Christopher apart himself if he was right about what had happened. “I should take this upstairs.” Food, to keep the idiot's strength up and keep him alive.

He nodded slowly, watching him go upstairs, heart heavy, “Did you want your drinks? They’re on the counter.”

He finished turning off the lights and headed upstairs to be with Vinny, knowing she would be curled up in his bed, leaving him with a soft smile on his lips, if not a bit sad.

Opening the door to his room, it was the exact case. He opened his arms to her and pulled her to his chest and kissed her head, letting her wrap her arms around him to hide in his chest. He smoothed her curls lightly playing with them lightly. “They’re gonna be out of contact for a few days because of a project… it’s okay. Chris isn’t mad…” he murmured, allowing her to let out a sigh of relief.

30 SOME YEARS PRIOR

It was different patrolling without Christopher, they weren’t supposed to do that, really. Now that the Church was empty, they didn’t tend to leave anyone behind to guard it, unless there was a vagrant or anyone around to guard. If there was anyone there at all, there was always someone about. Patrolling in pairs wasn’t as problematic really, but leaving Christopher at the Church alone was bothering Ryan, especially with how agitated he had been. But they’d had no choice; there had been a vagrant sleeping by the doors, and Christopher would never leave a single soul unguarded at the Church. Not one, single, soul. Not since Chenza. 

Ryan and Justin were swooped into the alcoves to enter the Church as they finished their patrol. Sweeping their wings around them as they transformed back into their human forms once they were safely inside, hidden from prying eyes. They didn’t get two steps into the upper halls of the Church when the state of the place hit them.

“Ryan?”

Justin’s soft shaky whispered cry out of his name washed over him, and Ryan glanced around as their frankly, decimated home. It was their home, yes, a Church, or it had been, before it was abandoned. Didn’t matter that it was abandoned though, it was perfect, Christopher kept this place absolutely pristine, you’d never know that no one was looking after it. Magic was useful, and what was more, so was a pedantic gargoyle, obsessed with making sure everything was just so about the Church. Christopher hated mess, especially in the Church, in here, anything out of place… He would go ballistic, and to look around now… You’d think a bomb had gone off.

Ryan shook his head, “I don’t know Justin.” Taking in a breath, he reached over his shoulder and pulled out his war hammer. Out of the corner of his eye, Justin drew his dual swords, if something had attacked Christopher, it would not survive long. They started a search through the hall, and as they made their way down the stairs, it was when they were passing the entrance to the lower catacombs, the door was ajar, and Ryan’s face paled… The dead were entombed down there.

Justin looked over to him, “You don’t think…” If someone had broken in to raid the dead, Ryan was going to- A clatter of sound off to the far end of the Church, far from the catacombs. A whisper of thanks fell from Justin, and both of them rushed after the sound as swiftly and silently as their feet would take them.

They didn’t find a demon, vampire, or some kind of beast that had somehow managed to rip through the wards, attacking Christopher and destroying their home. No, not even close, it was Christopher that was tearing through their home, ranting, and raving to himself, and Ryan frowned as he quickly returned his weapon to his back. This was not good, the crazed look in their commander’s eyes did not bode well at all. 

“Christopher, Christopher, what, what’s happening?” Moving towards him slowly. Ryan’s hands were empty, the elder gargoyle was rambling about something being missing, that she was missing, and he was confused. What, who? There was no one else here, especially no females to go missing. “Commander, Christopher, you are going to have to slow down, please.. Look at me!”

Ryan swallowed when finally Christopher’s eyes met his, and the panic in his eyes was palpable. It was almost as if something had reached into the older gargoyles chest and gripped at his very soul, and it scared even him. Shit. “Tell me what’s happening, please.”

Tears were swimming in Christopher’s eyes. When he’d woken from his stone at sunset he’d felt something wasn’t right, he’d felt it tonight, he couldn’t explain why, he’d just felt something was different. When the vagrant was at the door and someone had to stay behind, immediately he had decided that it would be him and sent Ryan and Justin on their way. He knew that only one thing truly calmed him when he felt so off kilter, so he went right for the catacombs, where he kept her ashes safe with the rest of the honoured dead. No, none of the rest of the gargoyles were ever entombed with the dead before. They never usually had any remains to keep, but Jerahmiel had managed to salvage some of Chenza’s ashes for him from the Church floor when she turned to stone and disintegrated. Before she was swept up into the wind. So he kept her. He kept her safe. Safe and secure. Until now. 

“Chenza’s ashes… She… she’s gone… She’s just… Gone…”

It took some more time for Ryan to get the story out for Christopher, what Jerahmiel had done in collecting Chenza’s ashes for him. To mortals, it might seem like a kind thing to do, but Ryan knew Jerahmiel. He played mind games, he had always enjoyed playing mind games, and had from the moment he became their handler. To mortals, this was kind, and sweet, but in their culture, this was horrifying, their bodies were made to give back to the earth, to be swept up in the wind and give back to the very essence of nature. Life, and death, that was what they were. They ascended back up to the heavens, where they came from. They didn’t get to have much of a life down here, but they got to have lives beyond, and keeping her ashes here meant she was denied her life beyond. Fucking Jerahmiel was capitalizing on Christopher’s grief. Son of a fucking bitch.

Fuck, it explained a few things though, like Christopher’s episodes, like how they came and went without any rhyme or reason. That asshole had been egging him on. It made Ryan sick to think that even seventy years after he had abandoned them, he was still affecting them. The times he’d literally had to listen to Christopher beg him, beg him to let the demons kill him, so he could finally be with her. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t listen to Christopher go through another episode like that again.

Eventually, Ryan and Justin managed to get Christopher calmed down, Ryan wishing that the angel was still here so he could beat the fuck out of him for this. 

Even though he knew the outcome would have been something entirely different.

Ryan was standing in one of the alcoves, waiting as dawn started to approach, sighing. Most of the inside of the Church was still in shambles, they’d spend a lot of time tomorrow night cleaning it outside of patrol. He turned his head when he felt Justin coming up beside him, quiet as a mouse, he knew for the youngest of them tonight was beyond difficult to see. 

After a moment, Justin finally spoke, “It’s been almost two hundred years.” Not quite, but Ryan wasn’t going to correct him, if Christopher heard that, he would have screeched at him, though. He would have told him to the exact day how long he’d been without Chenza, and Ryan knew it had been closer to one hundred and seventy, give or take a few. “Your point Justin?” Ryan sounded empty, he felt empty.

“It’s so hard to see him like that, is it ever going to get easier for him to handle being without her?” Justin swallowed as he asked Ryan. As he looked over to the other gargoyle, he immediately regretted the question the moment he saw the dark look in his eyes. 

Ryan just looked out to the horizon.

“No. No, it never gets easy.”

Justin looked down, he’d… he’d forgotten… he’d never met…

“How long has it been for…”

Ryan just sighed roughly, they should head back inside before the sun came up, and they turned to stone. “Almost a thousand years.”

PRESENT DAY

Ryan was sitting by Christopher’s bed, he was slipping again after he’d gotten him to drink some broth, barely getting him to swallow any of it. He wasn’t remotely lucid, that was how much pain he was still in, the healing was going to take time, and it worried Ryan to no end. This had better not be some fucking episode, Christopher. If being with Vinny was going to remind him of Chenza so badly that he’d gone out and tried to get himself killed, he shouldn’t have done it… He shouldn’t have… Fuck… by the angels… “Don’t you dare make a liar out of me, Christopher Cerulli.”

He’d told Ricky that everything would be fine, and Christopher better be fine, he better be.

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

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❄️ 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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🌹: Fluff

🥀: Angst

⚠️: Smut

Bad Omens

The Guys In Groupchats

No Fucks Given 🌹

Video Games 🌹

Noah Sebastian

Brat ⚠️

Heated Argument 🥀 ⚠️

Upset 🥀🌹

Jealous 🥀 ⚠️🌹

Rain ⚠️🌹

Roommates 🌹

Driving 🌹⚠️

Sleepless 🌹

Recording 🌹

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson

Off Day 🌹

Mornings ⚠️🌹

Cozy 🌹

Home From Tour ⚠️🌹

Couch 🌹⚠️

Hotel and a Date 🌹

Homework 🌹

Off 🥀🌹

Interesting Evening ⚠️🌹

Adorable 🌹

Nicholas Ruffilo

Interruptions ⚠️🌹

Tattoos 🌹

Bad Day 🥀🌹

Control ⚠️

Tension 🥀🌹

Sick 🌹

What? 🌹

Shivering 🌹

Nick Folio

Calling Off Work 🌹

First Time ⚠️🌹

Tired ⚠️🌹

Talk To Me 🥀🌹

Cuddles and Kisses 🌹⚠️

Laughable 🌹

Ignored 🥀🌹

Still Awake 🌹 ______________________________

Motionless In White

How You Met Them

Unhinged 🌹

Chris Motionless

Argument 🥀🌹

Tease ⚠️🌹

Bottled Up 🥀🌹

Enemies to Lovers 🥀⚠️🌹

Pranks 🌹

Meeting 🌹

No Sleep 🌹

Justin Morrow

Really 🌹

How Dare You 🌹

Ryan Sitkowksi

Fucking Around 🌹

Bored ⚠️🌹

Ricky Olson

Down 🥀🌹

Photoshoot 🌹

Falling In Love 🌹⚠️

Vinny Mauro

Streaming 🌹

Thunderstorms 🌹

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Series

Lost (Noah Sebastian / Reader):

Chapter One 🌹

Chapter Two 🥀🌹

Chapter Three 🌹🥀

Chapter Four 🥀🌹

Chapter Five ⚠️🌹

Chapter Six 🌹🥀

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Random Stories

The Punishment 🥀

"Lucky Charms Grow" 🥀

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I'll Be Home For Christmas - Ricky Angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back To You

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

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

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

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

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

The Next Morning 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh that end…

One more time.

Ricky "Horror" Olson x female reader.

Atticus Chapter 3. Hurt/ comfort

Chapter two's here. <3

"More than any other, Atticus was loved by Cicero, who did not even have a more vivid and narrow affection for his brother Quintus."

After your message, Ricky almost immediately came over like he was used to, a taste of deja vu from last night lingering between the two of you. 

You guys needed to talk. You needed to face the consequences of your actions, way too many unspoken things were floating between you. But as you both sat down on the couch nothing came out. You only kept your gaze on his face as he stared into your eyes, a deafening silence growing in the air. 

-So... He started, breaking your contemplations and reflections.

You hummed at him, waiting for him to end his sentence, which never happened. He didn't know what to say and neither did you. You texted him because you wanted to see him, to talk to him but now that he was here you didn't know what to tell. All the words you wanted to say seemed futile now. But you had to address it, it was getting quite awkward. 

-We really need to talk, Rick. 

-Right. Of course. 

But he only to mutter himself back to silence. Good, you were really making some progress now. 

-Alright.

-Alright. 

You both nodded. This was leading nowhere. You were as incompetent as him right now. Staring into his eyes you finally faced the music because, obviously, he wasn't going to do it. 

-We need to talk about last night. You stood up, putting yourself in front of him. And about this morning.

-Yeah, I know. He took your hand, pulling you a bit so that you could stand between his spread legs. Toying with your fingers he finally looked up. Things don't need to be awkward now. We can still be friends.

You bit your lower lips, nodding again as you watched his fingers intertwined with yours. He pulled a bit more, making you almost fall over him. 

-Yeah friend's good. We can still be friends without it being awkward. Totally. 

You faked a laugh trying to play it cool. You don't know what you hoped for, being able to stay friends was good. Still, a part of you was kind of disappointed. Maybe you hoped for more. 

Let's be real, you hoped for more. You've spent the day fantasizing about what happened this morning. You wanted him and you wanted him to want you back. But maybe you would also have liked to talk about what was happening emotionally between you, to talk about your feelings. Not that you were expecting him to marry you right away but, you don’t know, maybe you would have liked him to say that he wanted to be more than friends, to explore more of that path instead of just playing cool on the sex part.

Seeing your sullen expression he took your hand fully in his, rubbing the back gently.

-Why are you looking so sad? You don't want to be friends anymore? 

-What? No, that's not it. You shook your head vividly, blushing to the ears.

-Hm? Then what's the problem? 

Oh God, you didn't believe what you were about to say. 

-I just- I just wished we talked about, well about- You didn't finish your sentence sighing instead, way too embarrassed. You must be as red as a fucking tomato right now as you felt heat irradiating your cheeks. Speaking was certainly a bit hard tonight. 

Ricky sighed pulling on your arm more to make you fall on his lap, his arms immediately coming around your waist. His torso against your back you felt his lips come to your ear.

-You know that you're really obvious right now?

His voice was hoarse against you as you shivered. Trying to turn your head to look at him you found his mouth inches from yours. He grinned at you and that was enough to make your heart race in your chest.  

He called your name slowly, his eyes staring at your lips. Your heart igniting itself even more you held your breath, mesmerized by the look on his face. You called him back, mimicking him as you lost yourself in his eyes. The time seemed to have stopped for a second as he drew closer to you, his arms squeezing you tightly against him. His torso resting on your back he leaned on. For a second you thought he was going to kiss you but he did nothing, a shitty grin still on his face.

-Tell me, hm? What were you going to say?

Fucking tease, he knew what you were going to say. At this point, it was written all over your face. You licked your lips trying to humidify them as they were getting dry. You swallowed, still looking him straight in the eyes.

-Nothing. I just wish you'd hold me. 

Liar. You wanted more from him. But he smiled, happy enough with your answer.

-Well, that's what I'm doing now. And I always did it so no need to look that sad.

-Fuck you. You know it's not what I meant. You furrowed your brows, a bit upset. You didn't want to say it. How could you look at him after that?

-Right, I'm sorry. He briefly smacked your lips with his before quickly pulling back. You closed your eyes, again expecting a kiss as he continued to play with you. 

In front of your offended expression, he was not able to contain his laugh, all the awkward tension between you started to disappear, leaving room for your old dynamic. 

-Richard Olson I'm going to make you suffer. You turned yourself, your legs straddling him as you pushed him down the couch. Your hands coming for his throat you pretended to strangle him, laughing. Your head came closer to his as you kept your happy smile. We don’t act smart anymore, huh?

He swallowed, trying to contain himself as you topped him. Fuck, he tried to keep some kind of distance before but the second he saw you blushed for more, he knew he was going to lose it. It was getting hard, or maybe was it him who was getting hard?

You quickly dropped your cocky attitude as his hands came for your wrists. Still, he didn't push them out of his neck, he just held them as he leaned onto you, his lips crashing on yours without letting you have time to react. You whined, not expecting such a contact after his little tease but you welcomed it nevertheless. The feeling of his lips on yours was the most exquisite of all. He kissed you like his life depended on it, pushing himself more on you as you kept gripping his throat to lean on something, careful enough to not choke him to death. 

Finally, he broke away from you as you watched him with a big smile on your face. You couldn't contain it, at this moment everything felt so right. It was not but it didn't matter, the only thing that did was Ricky under your touch, panting as he wanted more of your taste.

-Kiss me more Rick. Please.

You whined, pushing yourself a bit more on him. Your hand resting on his torso your lips brushed his, waiting for him to give in. 

He didn't answer. Instead, one of his hands came to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he pushed you on his lips, kissing you with more passion than before. His other hand came to the bottom of your back, making you lie down on him as he sank deeper into your couch. 

You kept kissing each other for some time, none of you daring to go further. But at some point, you started to unconsciously roam on his lap as you lost yourself in the kiss, a sweet feeling settling in your core. 

-Wait. Ricky stopped you as you looked at him a bit uncomfortable, suddenly way too aware of what you were doing. We... Well, are we- I mean do you want to? 

You thought about it for like five seconds, not more. Do you want to have sex with him? Fuck yes. Should you have sex with him? Probably not, but you said that yesterday too and you ended up letting him grind on you until you both cum so... At this point, things were already fucked up. And right now your heart just felt so light and joyful, you didn't want to let it go. Ricky made you feel euphoric about sex in a way that AJ didn't. With him it was alright, you enjoyed the proximity and the intimacy you both shared, but you weren't unhinged like you were right now. 

Ricky also knew you shouldn't do that, he would feel so guilty. But right now he wanted it so much. What if he only gave in a little? He's been dreaming of that for so long. As long as you wanted to do it it couldn't hurt, could it? He wasn’t sure.

You were so pretty upon him right now. Your red face looking at him like it was the only thing you ever wanted in your life made his mind buzz. He just wanted to pin you down and kiss you until none of you could breathe anymore. 

-Do you want it?

You returned him the question. He was the reluctant one about this because of his friendship with AJ. You had nothing to lose on your side.

-We shouldn't do this. He breathed out, his lips drawing closer to yours.

Still, he didn't answer your question.

-Do you want it, Rick? You pushed him to answer you, forcing him to admit the truth and not to hide behind excuses.

-Yes. Yes, I do. 

The words had barely escaped him when you collapsed on him kissing him again as your hands came to play with the hem of his shirt. 

-We're doing this just one more time. Hm'kay? You whispered against his lips, trying to make him fully give up on you.

You were both in denial but making excuses lightened the pressure of the guilt that was weighing his shoulders. He looked like he was thinking about it, measuring the pros and cons like he hadn't already made his choice. 

-Alright, just once. After that, we stop. 

You smiled, leaning to kiss him back but he knocked you over on the couch, towering over you. Quickly his lips came to your jaw, kissing it hungrily. Your hands lost themselves in his hair as you kept smiling under his touch. 

He was less tender than last night, probably also less afraid than this morning. His lips went down your neck, trailing wet kisses on it as his hands mimicked you, passing under your shirt to caress your waist.

You shivered a bit under his touch, the feeling of his fingers caressing your skin giving you goosebumps. You felt him grin on your neck at the feeling. 

-Don't smile like that. Your hands still in his hair one of them slapped gently the top of his head. 

He laughed, raising his head to your lips again. 

Your arms surrounded his neck, deepening the kiss but quickly he broke apart from you, lowering himself until he faced your jeans. He pushed the end of your shirt up your ribcage, gently caressing your stomach as he started to leave kisses there too. The more he pushed your shirt up the more he lifted his kisses. Your shirt upon your bra you stood up, taking it off before Ricky attacked you again, his hands palming your breasts through your clothing. 

Quickly he took that off, throwing it next to your shirt on the ground. Alright, maybe you wanted to have sex with him but that little break made you realise you were going to be naked in front of him. Embarrassed, you tried to cover yourself with your arms. That was a bit weird. What if he found that awkward?

But he didn't. Of course not. His hands came to the top of your arms, rubbing them as he kissed your shoulder.

-Don't hide yourself, you're beautiful.

His words made you blush as you reluctantly put your arms away. In a will to make you feel better, he took his shirt off too. He felt your gaze lingering on him as you admired his torso covered in tattoos. He smiled softened by your look. 

-You look good, Rick.

The words escaped your mouth as you breathed them out. You couldn't just stop looking at him. The atmosphere between you was getting so tender you just wanted to hug him. Throwing yourself against his chest you sat on him as he rested against the arm of the couch. Your mouth coming for his chest you refused to break apart from him, the feeling of his bare skin against him making you even more eager for his touch. 

You quickly went for his belt, pulling the loop before unbuckling it but he stopped you as his hands came to grab your ass.

-We're definitely not doing that on the couch again. 

Right, the poor couch had already seen too many things last night.

He put you up as he pushed you rapidly to the bedroom. You dropped on the bed, Ricky on your heels, trying to take his pants off before coming to tower over you. 

He helped you get rid of your jeans, pulling a bit too fiercely on your legs making you go with the clothing. You both laughed as he finally threw the item on the floor. 

You looked at him in a way that you never did. He was so beautiful and looked at you with such a soft gaze that everything around you disappeared again, like every time you two looked at each other. Nothing mattered, it was only him, him and always him. 

He came back to you, kissing you as you surrounded his neck with your arms, pressing him more on you, looking for more contact. You wanted him to melt on you so that he could never go away. 

Cautiously, his hands left your waist to caress your thighs gently. Your breathing got heavier against him as he drew closer to your underwear, his hands passing under the edge of your underwear. He grabbed your hips, pushing you down under him, forcing you to fully lie down on the mattress. 

-Fuck, if only you could see yourself. He cursed as he towered over you, your lips half-opened breathing loudly under him, your stomach squeezing every time his fingers grazed your groin. 

You called him, wanting him to accelerate but he kept hesitating, not sure if it was really alright to touch you.

-God, fucking hurry or I'm doing it myself. 

You shifted under him, waiting for him to finally understand that he could do it. But he didn't move, battling with his thoughts. 

If it was for him to keep worrying all the time maybe it meant that you guys shouldn't do it. 

You stood up a bit, kneeling as you separated yourself from him. One of your hands came to cup his face, trying to get his attention back on you.

-You still have doubts, don't you? You tried to speak with the gentlest voice you could, not wanting to startle him.

He sighed, his hands coming to rub his face.

-I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to. I really do. It's just- He paused. I'm so confused. I can’t do this to you. You were right when you said it feels like we were betraying him last night. He looked down, ashamed to stop things so hastily between you when you both wanted it that bad.

-It's okay, Rick. Your thumb came to rub his cheeks, keeping your gaze on him.

You moved forward, taking him in your arms as you hugged him cautiously. He squeezed you, his head sinking in the crook of your neck as you gently stroked his hair. 

Resting like this for a few minutes you smelled him, enjoying his perfume as he snuggled against you. After some time he separated himself from you, his head coming back to yours. He looked at you, a very sorry gaze in his eyes.

-Don't look at me like that. It is fine, don’t worry. It’s just not the moment.

Not now.

Again.

It might just never be the moment. The less you had sex the more you were weirdly intimate with each other and the more you were intimate the less he wanted to have sex. It was not going anywhere.

He smiled softly, taking you back in his arms.

-Can you just stay? You muttered against his torso, inhaling all you could.

-Of course. He nodded, both of you lying down on the bed. 

Snuggling against each other you both stayed silent, just enjoying the company you had. Rapidly you started to doze off, the heat of his chest soothing you down as the movement of his breathing rocked you. Your breathing slowed down as you felt yourself drowning in sleep, Ricky's voice far away from you.

-I just- I like you so much it makes me feel so bad. I'm so sorry. He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

But you were already too far away from it, not understanding what he was saying as you pushed yourself a bit more against his chest, falling asleep deeply.

Waking up you felt at peace, AJ far forgotten in your mind as you looked for Ricky's presence in the bed. But when you opened your eyes you only noticed that he had left during the night, the bed cold on his side.

You didn’t expect that, imagining that you would have woken up to his sleepy face once again but it didn’t happen. And just like that, you spent the day waiting for some sign of life, something that was telling you that yeah, things were alright and you guys were still friends.

But Ricky didn't call that night like he used to do on the others.

He also did not call the following evenings.

In fact, he didn't call at all. 

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RICKY OLSON REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN CLOSED!

I received quite a bit of interest on my post about writing for Ricky the other day so I’ve decided to open requests for him.

If you would like to request a fic, please send your request to my inbox. I will be accepting requests until April 10th.

Please keep in mind that I do not write the following:

Sexual Assault/Rape/Dub-con/Non-con

Power Dynamics/Imbalances (Coach/player, teacher/student, etc)

I am happy to write reader, ofc, pairings with other band members, fluff/smut/angst, etc. My anons are on if you wish for your request to be anonymous.

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Fifty-Six

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, conspiracy theories.

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. I know nothing about real police procedure, don't look at me, I've made it up. Just the Epilogue to go!

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After all of that, the detectives left him in the interrogation room for hours. Room? Box. It wasn’t a room, there was no way that it could be called an interrogation room, it was nothing but a sweat box. He should know too, considering how long he’d spent days on end living inside a tour bus, a tour bus that could also easily be turned into a sweat box in during the long summer days of the tour days. Especially back when the buses were barely more than that, nothing more than that, a sweat box. 

Ricky was left sitting, no, sweating it out in that interrogation room, coming up to three hours when one of the detectives finally came back in to let him know he was free to go, for now at least. He had a feeling that this wasn’t something they were happy about doing, which was ridiculous, it wasn’t as if they could have any kind of proof he was involved in this, he wasn’t! Yes, he knew his claim about the trauma soul bond would probably seem ridiculous to many, but that didn’t mean he was trying to kill Talia, and assuming that was just offensive to him.

He should have called them on their bullshit, he knew he should have, as he looked at the detectives, why did he realise that now?! Fuck, his brain was just done from the hospital, and all he could think about was getting back to his soulmates. 

As he was walking down the hall from the offices that the interrogation had been in, Ricky’s eyes widened when he saw her being led down the hall towards him by another officer. Grace. Shit. She was the last person he wanted to see right now, of all people in the world he could run into, all he wanted was to be back at the hospital. To see if Talia was doing any better, to see if Chris was okay. They’d have called if anything had changed while he was gone, right?

Either way, Grace just wasn’t worth the aggravation. She wasn’t worth the stress or the brain power. Keep walking and ignore her. 

As he kept going, it was then, as he pushed the mental fortitude to just keep going, push past as he walked and ignore her, that was when she noticed him. Ricky assumed until that point she possibly had been too frustrated by the fact she was here at all, being escorted by the police officer behind her, or so he assumed, but then, oh then it went out the window. She saw him, and just like that, chaos. It was always chaos with her now, but he’d have loved to avoid it, not that he could block her like with the death threats online last time. This time… it was the screech that came right for him.

“You! Richard Olson! I can’t believe it, why was she driving your car?! You never let me drive your car! You were the one supposed to be driving your car! How dare you, how dare you, how dare-”

Even as Grace was practically being dragged away, she was still screaming at the top of her lungs. The beat cop that had brought her in was attempting to lead her away forcefully, while the detectives who had brought him in had come out to investigate the source of the commotion. No doubt Grace had been brought in for questioning on their case, so it was something to note, made him wonder if they had not waited until the very moment she was being escorted in to let him go. What were they going to do if she’d attacked him, what were they going to do if she’d tried to kill him, right there in the middle of the station? She had just admitted to attempting to kill Talia thinking it was him, who knows what could have happened, and they weren’t even out here when it happened. 

“Are you kidding me?!”

Ricky looked at the detectives when they said that obviously she was going to be charged with Talia’s attempted murder, as if it was so simple. Not even an apology for suspecting and accusing him as they had.

“If you could come back with us to give a statement-”

“Not today.”

He was putting his foot down. After three hours of being shirked around, he’d had enough.

“You just had me sitting in that room for three hours straight, I am, frankly, tired, sweltering hot, starving, and all I want to do is get back to the hospital… where I would have liked to have been this entire time.”

Glaring at them. Instead, they’d kept him here, looking back, he felt like an idiot because he should have demanded they charged him or let him go, but he hadn’t, he’d been so worried about the Grace issue, he let it go. There was also the other problem, he didn’t want anyone to dig into Chris, find out about his other soulmate, it could be a disaster, so he let them walk all over him, and he shouldn’t have, idiot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give a statement.”

Pulling out his wallet, he flipped it open and pulled out one of his person business cards and handed it over. 

“You can contact me at a later date, and we can arrange it through official channels, no just showing up at the hospital this time. My family is going through a very stressful time, as you can imagine.”

Ignoring anything else they might have had to say to him, he just left, he was done with them. Assholes.

Ricky was worn out, he was so worn thin by the time he had driven himself back to the hospital. As it was, he was practically half on autopilot all the way back during the drive. Yes, he knew how dangerous that was, especially considering the cause of what had Talia laying in that bed right now, but his head was back in that police station. Grace had been trying to kill him, and instead Talia was fighting for her life. If she died, if, if Chris lost another soulmate… Grace she… Continuing, before he knew it, he was on his way into the hospital, riding the elevator, up to the floor where he knew Chris, Vinny, and Ava were waiting for him. 

When he did get to Talia’s hospital room though she had her own private room, they had made sure of that, especially when they realised Grace was involved, Vinny and Ava were nowhere to be found. It was Chris, just Chris, sitting there by Talia’s bed, holding her hand, a book open in the other, the sound of his voice pausing softly as Ricky approached the doorway. He’d been reading to her. Ricky smiled a little, only for the expression to fade after a moment when he looked at Chris, thinking about everything that had happened, seeing the instant smile on his face when he saw him. Of course, Chris seeing the way Ricky’s face fell, just caused the singer’s expression to just drop, instantly.

“What, what happened?”

Chris had enough of Ava and Vinny after a while, he knew that they were just trying to be supportive and positive. It got to be a bit much when he was worried about not only Talia in a coma and Ricky at the police station. Grace was trying to destroy his soulmate bonds from both sides. They should have done something before now, they should have, but she’d disappeared into thin air. He should have hired an investigator to find her, to figure out what she was up to after that live when she disappeared. After everything that happened with his stalker, he knew better than to assume she would leave Ricky alone, he knew. Five years, five years she’d stuck to him like glue, why would she let go now?. Now, now Talia was barely holding on, and Ricky, looking down at his phone, why hadn’t he called, it had been hours.

Sighing, he had sent Vinny and Ava home almost an hour ago, told them he was just going to nap, and he had, for about half an hour. However, for the last twenty minutes or so since he’d woken up, he had been reading Alice in Wonderland to Talia. It had been something he’d had Ava bring up a few days ago. He remembered Talia telling him how much she loved it during one of their coffee sessions, only for now Ricky to finally return. Smiling at the sight of him, so happy to see him, feeling an instant warmth that they had at long last let him go. The problem was, the moment Chris saw Ricky in the doorway, he knew something wasn’t right with him.

“What, what happened?”

Closing the book, he immediately set it aside on the bedside table, he knew something had to have happened. It wasn’t if something had, it was had. Hours, they had kept him for hours, and that despondent look on his face, he knew it was something. Chris’ arms opened to him as Ricky half stumbled into them, sitting in the chair beside him, almost falling against his side, his face pressing against his shoulder, muffled words against his shirt.

“I don’t want to talk about it.

“Rick-”

He knew, it wouldn’t be good not to talk about it, no matter how badly it went, and it might be raw now, but this was the police. Chris was terrified what might come of this. He remembered how it had been when he’d gone through it all, and he’d admit, when he’d been in the same place Ricky was now, he’d had the same reaction, never wanting to talk… It had not taken him down a good path. Sighing, he didn’t know if he should push, or just wait, his arms squeezing around him.

“Chris, I, I know, but it’s my fault, and I can’t, okay, I know you think I should talk about it, but it’s my fault. All of this is my fault, and nothing that I’m going to do or say is going to make this all right.”

Oh, wow, wait one second there, Chris brain came to a screeching halt when it came to thinking about how to deal with helping Ricky deal with his stalker issue… He tried to pull back to get a look at him some, only for Ricky’s arms to tighten his grip around him with a sob.

“Rick, Ricky, Cupcake, fuck, this is not your fault. Grace is absolutely psycho. What did they say to you? I told you not to let them make you feel crazy, that includes letting them make you believe that the blame was on you babe, dammit, this was not your fault-”

That was when Ricky pulled back, Chris saw the tears in his eyes now, not just hearing them in his words.

“She thought it was me in the car, Chris. She was trying to kill me, not Talia. She wouldn’t be in that bed fighting for her life if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be worried about losing a second soulmate if it weren’t for me. Dammit Chris. This is on me. You're right, she is psycho, she stalked me, she manipulated me, she- she-”

Ricky choked before he could finish… and found himself sobbing into Chris' shoulder again. He was no better when it came to the last part, knowing what he had done to Talia, between their tattoos, and coercion. It was all so grey, but he felt like a monster some days. He was trying so hard to be better, and she said she forgave him, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself… but Grace… the law was so muddled about sexual predators and faux soulmate crimes. Many wanted them to be labelled as rapists, whether it was consensual or not because one party had had no clue of the truth. Others, however, said it was no different from a normal relationship and a person lying to their partner, Ricky did not agree. Considering the bond that had formed from his trauma, how Chris’ tattoo had literally changed, Ricky far from agreed, what Grace had done to him, it went far beyond just lying to your partner. She ripped at his very soul.

Some states called it rape, some assault, some called it nothing at all. Theirs, however, had a statute of limitations on faux soulmate related sexual assault and Ricky hadn’t figured Grace out in time. In turn, it had left him feeling like the disaster he was now. 

Chris just held Ricky like that, in his arms, resolved to comfort him as best he could, refusing to let him give in. He would be there for him as long as he needed him to be. No matter what happened to Talia. This was not his fault, no matter what he though, no matter what anyone might have said to him, Chris refused to let him believe it. 

It was when he heard a groan from the hospital bed that he was looking over to the hospital bed,

“Talia?”

The next thing he knew, a soft, groggy murmur came from the small woman in the bed.

“Put the bunny back in the top hat, get back in the top hat, Mister Bunny, come back!”

Even Rick, who had been sobbing a moment before, couldn’t help but chuckling at her babbling as she started to slowly regain consciousness.

“I told you that magic white rabbit tattoo on her hip had to have more of a story behind it than Alice in Wonderland.”

Chris didn’t care, he was laughing with Ricky, watching him wipe the tears from his eyes as he had said it, looking between his two soulmates, he was just overjoyed that Talia was waking up, 

“Welcome back, JellyBean.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[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 ?”

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Fourteen

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword

Authors Note: Short chapter, but there is angst involved, including blink and you'll miss it, potential consideration of a possible suicide attempt.

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Fourteen

Ryan was on Church watch while Christopher had taken Justin out on patrol tonight. He could only hope the youngest of them was smart enough to keep his mouth shut on the night they’d spent together with Ricky. This being together intimately with the mortals was very new, and Christopher was still getting used to it, while he had spent time with Vinny himself, Ryan knew it was going to be an adjustment. Christopher was a first generation gargoyle, he was originally created by the angels, not born, not raised, and the effect on him was brutal. Just thrown down here as a warrior with nothing else but this life. He’d always been steadfast in his following of the angel edicts, but since Jerahmiel having abandoned them, he’d gotten more rigid about it. This, was bending a massive rule in a way Ryan had never seen him do.

The day had gone wonderfully, the tide of customers increasing and decreasing as they did… the night started and seeing Ryan at his bar, Ricky walked over with a smile leaning in, “hey. I got a special whiskey bourbon if you want.” He commented as Vinny changed water in some of the flower vases with a hum.

Ricky's silvery blue eyes gleamed beautifully in the lowlight at Ryan. “A… as a thank you for last night… with my scars.” He whispered softly. “I appreciate you not saying anything…”

Hearing Ricky’s works Ryan’s small smile was crestfallen that he thought he had to thank him, but there was a spark in his eyes at the mention of the whiskey, “That would be nice, but ah, Baby,” he sighed.. “You’re not the only one with scars.” Ricky just hadn’t really seen his. Maybe, maybe, when the pair had figured themselves out, Ryan would help show Justin how to help look after Ricky’s. “You can trust Justin too, he knows about mine, so does Christopher. I just don’t really let people near them.” Ricky was actually stronger than he was, Ryan didn’t have the strength to give up control the way he had last night to him.. Not anymore.

Ricky smiled softly, pouring a glass for him and leaving the bottle within reach. “My father was a dick… he did this…” he admitted, softly… sadly. “I dyed my hair because of him. I couldn't stand my blond hair anymore. It made me want to scream.” He whispered, admitting it to him with a heavy heart. “Help yourself to more if you like it.” He commented warmly.

Sliding his glass in front of him, he didn’t lift it to sip right away, pausing at the mention of his father. He remembered Ricky mentioning his father as he grew up, and after his realization last night, it made him curious. The blonde hair was a giveaway if his father was the origin, but to where he was now… wait. His father was the one that condemned him for being trans. He could never forget the day he heard Ricky tell them, the stone gargoyles, in this very Church about his father kicking him out and that he was leaving to live with his grandparents. His father, Ryan’s fingers tensed around the glass, lifting the cup and tossing the shot back, not even having the mentality to enjoy it.

Yet another of their kind that was fucking abhorrent.

He sighed softly, smiling at him, "Enjoy the whiskey, Ryan, and… honestly… thanks for last night… I needed it.” He murmured softly.

The cherry vanilla taste of the whiskey lingered on his tongue, but he wished he could enjoy it more, Ryan was just feeling far too dark, far too murderous to savour it now.. “Thanks Ricky.” Still, he managed that, “Just know you’re not alone, in more ways than one, I-” What he was about to say was cut off as he turned his head, his eyes flickering to the front door… Only for them then to turn towards the stairs and up. He was already tense, so it was hard to see if he had more of a reaction before he sighed and looked back to Ricky. “I’m sorry, I have to go, but you aren’t alone. If you see your father again, let me know, I’d love to have a chat with him.”

“I will, I'll let you know… are you okay?” He asked him calmly, raising a brow.

Ryan’s focus was split, he was listening to something else, but when Ricky spoke again, he was looking back at him, nodding slightly, finishing off his glass of whiskey before standing. “Yea, yea I’m okay, thanks, I’ll have to owe you for the drink, I’ll see you later okay, bye Babe.” A quick smile and he was slipping away and walking towards the stairs, a wave, smile, and quick goodnight to Vinny, he made his way upstairs.. Fuck, Justin, don't make a liar out of him, everything had to be fine, everything had to be fine.

Once he reached the rectory, he saw that everything was NOT FUCKING FINE. Christopher was covered in blood and Ryan couldn’t even be sure where it was coming from at first, just that Christopher was moaning in pain and Justin was holding him down. “Close the fucking door, they’ll hear you.” Ryan growled low at Justin’s words before he turned to close the door, pulling out a dagger as he did. Dammit, Ricky and Vinny would have to forgive him, but he carved a soundless rune into the hinge of the door, activating the mark once it was complete. He didn’t wait to watch the rune glow silver for a moment before it faded, the grooves then just looking like a carving in the wood. The room was already semi-soundproofed, but this, was better, and with the sound of moaning gargoyle just growing louder with each breath, Christopher bleeding everywhere, they needed it.

While Ryan was taking care of the door, Justin was attempting to peel back layers of Christopher’s gear without taking pressure off the worst of his injuries. “Ryan, I need help, he won’t stay still. Ascend me, this is bad.” Ryan didn’t need the commentary to be able to tell, from the amount of blood that was seeping through the leathers, he could already guess the extent of the situation here. Unless they could stitch the worst of Christopher’s wounds up, and quickly, he wasn’t going to make it until dawn when their regeneration began, that was when they turned to stone. They might get trapped in that prison, turned to stone every day, but it did come with some uses. If they could get Christopher to dawn alive, even if he was barely holding on with the slightest heartbeat, he’d be kept alive in stone, healing. 

Ryan really wished the healing was as good as it used to be. Whether the angels were punishing them for something, or that the magic of their existence was waning, it wasn’t performing the way it had once when he was young. As he got older, the healing took longer, but as long as he survived this first night, the odds he would live increased dramatically, his body would at least heal enough with the first stone regeneration… Ryan had never lost anyone if they at least made it to their first night's regeneration, never.

They would have to make sure Christopher would take down time while Justin and he would patrol, he would need to take time to heal. The problem was, the man was the oldest of their kind, and had pushed himself for the longest of times because of it. He’d seen so many of them come and go and felt like he had to make up for that. Ryan had seen it for himself, especially since Chenza had died, that had been the worst period for the elder gargoyle, the suffering of losing his mate, having lost so many, but losing her? It had been too much.

Once they got his upper body exposed from his uniform, and weapons, they saw just how bad the injuries were and Ryan couldn’t help but swear in the pure angelic enochian. If Jerahmiel had still been here, he’d probably had gotten a punishment for daring to blaspheme against the angels using their own language. Fuck the angels.. “Get the kit, we need to stitch him up, and fast, otherwise he’s not going to make it.” Ryan’s throat closed up, this much damage, and the way Justin rushed, he knew the younger gargoyle could tell what he wasn’t saying…

He might not make it no matter how fast they worked.

“Fucking hurry up, Justin!” He was not losing Christopher, not tonight. Justin was back before the words even finished leaving his mouth, and they went to work. One of them was stitching Christopher’s skin together, while the other was holding him down, and attempting to soothe him. They didn’t even have any means of actually relieving his pain, and short of even knocking him out, which would not be ideal with this much blood loss. All either of them could do right now was talk to him. Try to help him focus on anything but the pain. 

As Ryan was stitching up a particularly nasty gash that had struck along his abdomen, he shook his head looking over Justin, “What the hell happened out there?” He’d cleaned out the wound, check inside to make sure as best he could that none of his vital organs were bleeding too badly internally, there, shit shit shit… before stitching him… It looked liked whatever had clawed at him had tried to completely disembowel him. Not for the first time, and likely not for the last, but damn, it had been so long since they had been caught. Christopher had not taken a hit this bad in centuries. Ryan did not want to say that he was surprised that Justin was able to get him back here alive at all. 

Once Ryan was finished with the final stitch, he cut the thread and looked over at Justin again expectantly, “Well?” The younger gargoyle swallowed, looking at him, the guilt written all over his face.. “I fucked up.. I said something..”

Shaking his head.. This could not be happening.. “Out with it.” How bad was it, Ryan needed to know what to expect when Christopher recovered enough to kick their asses, and he would recover, he would make sure of it. 

Justin took a shuddering breath, “We were talking about last night, and I, well, I asked him…” when Justin winced Ryan frowned, asked, he’d assumed Justin was going to say something ridiculous about what had happened with Ricky, not asking anything. Wait… Oh, oh no. “Oh, Justin, tell me you didn’t..” Ryan felt horrified when he looked at Justin, knowing Christopher had spent the night before with Vinny, and she… 

“I asked him how Vinny compared to Chenza, and he completely lost it.”

Ryan was about to lose it! That little fucking shit, how could he ask that, was he brainless?! He loved Justin, he did, but knowing Christopher, and knowing… oh shit… From the look on Justin’s face, he already knew how badly he had screwed up, he didn’t need Ryan piling on. Taking in a deep breath. “What happened next?”

“Christopher was berating me about how disrespectful I was, and how dare I ask such a thing, and he was just ripping into me with a vicious verbal tongue lashing-”

“Which you deserved.”

“Which I deserved…” Justin sighed before he continued. “Neither of us saw them coming… A group of demons got the jump on us, Managed to descend them, but not before…” Justin’s words faded off as he looked over to Christopher, shaking his head, “He was just so distracted Ryan, I, it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry- I- I don’t-”

Swallowing down the rebuke, knowing that with the way Justin was talking, he was already beating himself up enough, “I know, Jus, I know, go clean yourself up okay, I’ll keep watch over him, we need to.. Until dawn.” Watching the younger gargoyle carefully as he took in another shuddering breath, moving into the bathroom, going to go take a shower to wash away the dirt, the sweat, the blood.. The shame and guilt, however, would be far harder to get off, and those, Ryan, could see weighing him down.

If Christopher didn’t make it to dawn… this was not going to end well… For any of them.

Downstairs things were running as normal with Ricky working the bar and Vinny waiting eagerly for Chris. It was a busy night, but even Ricky noticed the fact the three were… absent. Normally they’d be down here socializing by now… but they weren’t. They weren’t here. And it was bothering the bar owner and worrying Vinny, who was playing with her rings anxiously in the corner.

When he closed up the bar he headed upstairs knocking on the door. 

After Justin finished cleaning up his shower, Ryan took one as well, he’d needed it. Having gotten a substantial amount of blood on himself from helping stitch up, and clean up Christopher himself, by the time they were both done, the night had worn on. Ryan was feeling so worn down, but there would be no naps, no rest, no going down to the bar. No, they were going to watch over Christopher and see him through. Of course, then came the knock at the door, Ryan looked over at Justin, and Justin stared right back at him. Fuck… Who was going to answer the door…

Ryan knew who was going to have to answer the door with one look at Justin’s face. Him. He already felt sick to the stomach. But as he went to the door… he just… he looked over to Christopher laying in his bed… looking half dead… what the hell was he going to say? Even as he went to stand, though, he could hear the other man talking against the other side of the door.

“Just leaving your drinks here at the door so you don’t have to come down…” Ricky paused, hand on the door. He swallowed, “I hope you’re okay…. All of you.”

Deflating against the door.. Shit.. shit shit shit.. Ryan didn’t know what to do. They were not okay, none of them were okay, Christopher least of all. Shaking his head and looked down over at the man that was stitched up, bandaged in the bed that looked like it was almost too small for him. Justin thought Christopher had been distracted when the demon had attacked, that that was why he’d been so badly hurt. It was one thing to get hurt, one thing to be distracted, but this? This, was this just a distraction, or something else entirely? Ryan didn't want to think it, but he had to, he worried about Christopher.

Hearing Ricky walk down the hall after a moment, Ryan collected the drinks, Justin came over, drinking them wasn’t the point, just having something to do, and pass the hours.. They needed to make it until dawn.

Somehow, they did. It was shaky, touch and go, and at one point, Ryan didn’t think they would. Christopher had let out a rattle of a breath, and he’d prayed. He fucking prayed to the Arch Angel that had created them, if he fucking ascended Christopher than he would march his ass up there and rip into him himself, edicts be damned. He was done being nothing but a fucking tool in this damn war. Did they not deserve better than being discarded aside like they had been, like they were meaningless and nothing?

As dawn approached, they knew they had to get Christopher on his feet, he couldn’t transform like that. The bed would be destroyed, and as much as he would heal just fine in his human form, if Ricky and Vinny so much as checked up on the gargoyle friends, they’d be screwed. No, Christopher needed to be in his beast form, just like he was every day. He groaned when they helped him up onto his feet, arms slung over their shoulders. “Come on, Christopher, time to shift, the dawn is approaching.” They could all feel it, even if they could not see the sky outside. Watching Christopher shift as injured as he was into his beast form was one of the most nerve wracking feelings in the world. Ryan, right then, held his breath, watching that the stitches, the bandages, held long enough for the stone to take him. 

Both of their focus were so trained on keeping Christopher’s injuries intact, that neither of them were paying any attention to a seemingly innocuous rune on the back of his left shoulder. It glowed a neon green just as Christopher turned to stone for the day, before fading back to its normal rune state, it was lighter than all of his other runes, barely discernible on his body.

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Grief of Hearts Pt.4

pairing: Ricky Olson x OFC Iris & Vinny Mauro x OFC Iris

warnings/tropes: slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, language, mentions of cancer

summary: Iris' passion has always been passionate about music, specifically her band. What happens when she gets to open for her favorite band of all time and finally gets to meet her heroes?

author's note: This is a little bit of a longer chapter, but we finally got some action!!! I hope you guys enjoy :P

word count: 1925 words

Iris Hart 

Thankfully, the sound check went off without a hitch. We were currently getting ready in the green room waiting for our turn to go on stage. The nervousness was bubbling in my stomach already. I was finishing Arlo’s makeup while Nora was doing Carter’s. We heard the door open, making us all look up. Chris and Ryan walked grinning. 

“How are you guys feeling?” Chris asked us, wiggling his brows. Ryan took a seat on the couch next to Carter. 

“Are you guys nervous?” Ryan asked, hitting his mod, blowing the smoke in my direction. I laughed lightly. 

“Just a little, we’re used to smaller crowds.” I shrugged down playing my feelings. My body was slightly trembling. I was absolutely fucking terrified. This needs to go well so we can prove to them we’re good enough. I need to make Ricky Olson eat his fucking words. 

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We were about to get on stage. All of us adorned in our stage makeup and outfits we did a quick huddle. 

“Alright guys, this is going to be the best show we’ve ever fucking done!” I cheered, hoping my words poured some confidence into them. 

“We fucking got this guys!” Carted nodded along with me. 

“I love you guys.” Arlo said, making my heart soften. 

“Forever in our hearts.” Nora said, twirling her drum sticks. 

“For Logan.” I smiled. I turned to let Nora walk to her drum kit first. Arlo and Carter soon followed. I was about to walk onto stage when Vinny rushed up to me. 

“I just wanted to say good luck.” He said shyly. 

“Thank you Vin.” I smiled, kissing his cheek. I heard the first chords of Psychopath being played and ran out onto the stage. 

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Ricky Olson 

You thought you left with no consequences.

You thought you could tear me in two. 

But now you’re showing your defenses. 

And you’re the one with the petty lies. 

It’s hard to escape the reality.

That you were never mine. 

You wasted my time, you were nothing. 

But I know how this story ends in your eyes. 

I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. She had a good voice, an amazing voice. She captured the crowd's attention immediately. She sang softly to them at first. She looked good, too fucking good. I don’t know why I’ve been an asshole to her. Something about her was so alluring and it fucking scared me. She reminded me of her at first, but seeing her now. Everything changed. The red lights casting down on her made her look powerful. Her dress flowed around her as she moved across the stage. She sounded like a siren and I was entranced in her voice. God this was fucking bad. My heart was pounding like crazy. 

Go and tell them all what happened.

But don’t leave your sins out.

Tell them all that I was crazy.

That you never understood me. 

Let them know,

That in the end. 

I was a Psychopath. 

She was now screaming and I couldn’t force myself to look away. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Seeing Vinny standing next to me, I forced a scowl on my face. He nudged me. 

“I told you they were good.” He said cockily. I saw the way he was acting with Iris earlier. He looked like a lovesick puppy. I couldn’t ruin this for him. He was happy, even happier around her. I was his fucking best friend and I was thinking about the girl he clearly liked, standing right next to him. 

“They’re still not as good as they should be if they’re touring with us.” I grumbled, turning around and forcing myself away from their show. This was fucking wrong. I walked back into the green room, slumping onto the couch. I ran my hands over my face letting out a sigh. Shaking the thoughts of her out of my head, I sat there waiting for our turn to go on stage. 

Vinny Mauro

She was beautiful. Her confidence seeped into everyone around her. As their first song finished, we made eye contact and her smile brightened. The things this girl was doing to me, it’s been so long since someone has made me feel this way. She made my chest feel warm. It was a weird but welcomed feeling. I gave her an equally warm smile and blew her a kiss. She silently laughed and started talking to the crowd. When I caught Rick watching her, a part of me felt threatened. He was looking at her like he didn’t absolutely hate her guts. Contrary to what he all wanted us to think. He looked at her the way he used to look at Jaime. I’m really hoping this doesn’t go the way I think it’s going too. 

Iris Hart 

The adrenaline was still coursing through my body as we got off of stage. We played our asses off. I was so pumped that when I saw Vinny standing on the side of the stage, I ran straight into his arms. 

“Whoa Princess! Excited to see me?” He smirked. I giggled before kissing his cheek and pushing him away playfully. 

“Maybe I did.” I shrugged before pulling him into a more gentle hug. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me in tighter. 

“You guys did so good.” He murmured into my hair. He was in his stage makeup and damn. He looked amazing. 

“Guys we fucking rocked that!!!” Carter said, jumping around us. I laughed pulling him and the rest of the band into a group hug. We did a lot better than I expected, considering that we had never played in front of that many people before. The show went off without a hitch. I loved them all so much. Tears started pooling in my eyes. I quickly pushed them down before cheering along with my bandmates. We were definitely celebrating tonight. Arlo was the first to break from the group, wishing the members of Motionless in White a good show. I gave Vinny another quick hug. 

Back in the green room we all sat down on the couches. We were exhausted but there was so much excitement running through our bodies we couldn’t sit still. My body was still buzzing even 30 minutes after. 

“Carter get offffff.” Nora said, pushing him off of her lap. Arlo and I exchanged looks before laughing at their shenanigans. Arlo was sitting next to me scrolling on his phone, he looked deep in thought. 

“How’s momma Lancaster doing?” I questioned, turning my body towards him. He shrugged. 

“She just got finished with her last chemo treatment. The doctors are hoping she’ll go into remission after this.” Arlo’s mom was one of my favorite people in the whole world. When we would all go to parties in high school, she would come and pick us up. Never getting mad at us for being normal teenagers. She witnessed my first heartbreak and was there to pick up the pieces immediately. When Arlo found out she was diagnosed with Stage 2 lymphocytic leukemia, he was heartbroken. He started retreating back into the boy I grew up knowing. He became quiet and reserved again. My bandmates were crazy, always have been. Arlo was always the one to balance us out. These days, it was harder for him to be away from home. 

“I’m glad, hopefully when we come home she’ll be doing better.” I laid my head on his shoulder. He leaned into me, responding with a nod. 

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We all decided to go out tonight to celebrate the first successful show of the tour. Nora and I were currently in our room getting ready. Nora tossed something at me as I was picking an outfit out. 

“Wear that.” She winked, making me look down at the red fabric in my hand. My eyes widened. 

“Absolutely not!” I threw it back at her. 

“Riri, I’ve seen the way you and Vinny have been acting! Maybe you’ll get some action tonight.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me. 

“We’re just friends!” Her face deadpanned. She grabbed the lingerie again, throwing it at me, this time hitting me directly in the face with it. I eyed it as it fell onto the bed. 

“Friends my ass! He calls you princess!” Nora exclaimed, looking at me with disbelief. 

“Look I know you haven’t gotten laid since you and you know who. Let yourself have this!” She shrugged, walking back into the bathroom. There was no way I would be fucking Vinny tonight! We’ve known each other for all of two days. Yeah, he’s hot and not to mention a sweetheart, but I am not messing up this early into the tour. 

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(Time Skip)

We have two weeks left of tour and thankfully nothing has gone wrong. The tension between Vinny and I has become suffocating. We haven’t talked about our feelings towards each other, but we along with everyone else knew there was something going on. Ricky’s hate towards me has only grown the longer we’ve been around each other. We’re constantly bickering over stupid shit, making arguments out of nothing. He was insufferable. The rest of MIW was more accepting than he was. Chris and I grew a sibling-like bond. Even Arlo had started coming out of his shell more. We played a show almost every night and I think the exhaustion was starting to get to everyone. 

“Princesssss.” I heard Vinny drawl from next to me. I looked over to see a pout on his sweet face. We were sitting in the green room, just scrolling on our phones. 

“Yessssss.” I countered, raising my brow at him. He smiled innocently, before tackling me. My back hit the couch we were sitting on as I looked up at him, giggling. His gaze softened as we locked eyes. I saw his eyes flicker to my lips but he quickly averted his eyes back to mine. 

“You’re so pretty.” He said in a low tone. My face became hot, making me look away from him. I felt a soft hand on my cheek directing my face back to his. He inched closer, making my breath hitch. 

“Let me kiss you.” He whispered. Shock filled my body. We’ve cuddled before after the shows when we would watch movies, but that was the most we’ve done. I simply nodded. Soon after I felt his warm lips descend onto mine. My body was on fire. My heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. I melted into him, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip begging for entrance. I let him in, almost moaning at the taste of him. I tasted the starburst he had been eating beforehand and I savored it. He overwhelmed all of my senses, the smell of his cologne invading my space. He slowly pulled away from me, running his thumb across my lips. 

“Wow.” He breathed. I chuckled lightly, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Wow.” I mocked him. His eyes turned to slits before he brought his ring covered hands down to my sides to tickle me. My body started curling up into itself from the invasion and loud laughs left my lips. He stopped soon after, staring at me softly again. 

“Let me take you out on a date, Princess.” He smiled goofily. I leaned up pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“I would love that.” I smiled at him. He cheered victoriously, before attacking me with his lips once again.