#funny chris motionless

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no comment, pt. 2

posting my favourite moments from the steotw release party stream every day when i feel like it until miw does something (1/?)

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saw this on Pinterest annswhdjdvejsvdjdvsj

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motionless in white in helsinki 25/2/2025

someone took the pink & purple lightning as their mission

[everythingemo888]

(I found this on da Pinterest) :3

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here’s a silly little surprise for y’all! i made a video of all of my singing voice headcanons for the gang in pedestals! i decided to make this while trying to build a playlist of songs for the band, and added some silly little bits of info here and there :)

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the "oh!" reaction to chris LMAOOO

[synthetic-wasp-570]

Been doing the 30 day idol challenge on Instagram and how ironic, day 15 is dancing and Chris posts his slaughterhouse dance!! Strut your stuff chrissy DAD MODE ACTIVATED!! 🤣☠️❤️ Happy 1 year anniversary to this banger "SLAUGHTERHOUSE" 💞

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Ok I hope everyone gets the joke, sorry but I couldn't resist 😂

@chrismotionless

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Rating: M Chapter: 3 / 13 (updates every other day) Tags: Slowburn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Eddie Diaz has religious trauma

Chris is 800 miles away, and Eddie's house feels emptier than ever. As always, Buck is right there, ready to have his back, to catch him without hesitation if he falls. This is familiar, this is normal, this is the way they've always been.

This is fine, until it isn't.

Until Eddie finds himself drawn to Buck in ways he never expected—ways that might not be so new at all.

Eddie stands there, motionless, surrounded by sunlight and the sweet scent of pancakes, and he listens, and he thinks about how much he loves Chris, who is so kind, so curious, so sensitive. Sometimes, Eddie wonders how it's possible that Chris became this wonderful person, this incredible young man who is nothing like Eddie at all.  Right now, he doesn't have to wonder. He knows.  Chris is simultaneously the best thing Eddie has ever done and the victim of all of Eddie's worst mistakes. As a parent, you want your kid to be all the best parts of you, but most of Christopher's best parts didn't come from Eddie. He's curious about everything where Eddie sometimes finds it difficult to get excited even about the things he loves. Chris has a ton of friends, Eddie prefers his tight inner circle. Chris is kind and caring and emotionally intelligent in ways Eddie has never been. Chris is funny, but he doesn't have Eddie's patented more-than-slightly-mean sense of humor. Chris thinks outside the box. Chris is almost scary smart. Most of Christopher's best parts remind Eddie a lot of Buck. Buck, who has been Christopher's steadfast companion for almost six years now, who loves him more than life itself. 

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty (nsfw)

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

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

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

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

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“You can feel something, can’t you?”

Ricky stood before her, his eyes meeting hers, the question between them, but Talia didn’t answer, he didn’t think she had to either with the feel of her pulse racing under his fingers. His other hand reached for the edge of the counter beside her, without thinking, caging her in, unlike in the bathroom through, Talia didn’t feel trapped this time by his presence. His breath was dancing over her lips like a whisper of wind as he got so close to her now.

As much as she didn’t feel trapped this time, she did feel nervous, the anxiousness that had been consuming her ever since her tattoo had started experiencing physical sensations beyond anything that she could explain, that, had her pinned right there, right there in front of him. His words, his hand, her heart racing, the way her tattoo tingled, she tried to calm the way she was feeling, tried not to think about the day in the bathroom, on the way he’d touched her then, or the way his fingers were touching her tattoo now.

Just thinking about the party already had her reacting in a way that she knew she shouldn’t, she knew. Just because he was her soulmate didn’t mean there was anything between them, the truth was the divide had become greater between them since the day they met, so feeling like this, she knew it was ridiculous. The problem was, everything she knew about Ricky, and not the Ricky from interviews, but hearing Vin and Chris talk about him in the past week, they tried not to, they did, but it was funny you know, how little things crept into the conversation. When the topic wasn’t about Ricky, it could be about Vinny’s birthday, and Chris was telling her an embarrassing story to relay to Ava to make fun of Vin, but titbits of Rick’s involvement in the debacle just slide in there. Of course, the moment Chris realised he’d glossed over it, knowing Talia’s issues with the man, but the flare of feeling in her tattoo thinking about him had been there. That day hadn’t been pain or even an arousing tingle, it had been a swirl of ebbing curiosity. Like her heart leaping into her throat as she tried to figure out how she felt.

It kept happening all week, and she just kept having to shut it down, because she knew. None of it mattered. None of it mattered because it wasn’t how she felt that was the problem. He didn’t want this, and if he didn’t want this, then her wanted it didn’t matter. So every day, every day, it was becoming a problem. Every time she felt that surge, like it was trying to pull her towards him.. And yet..

Every day it was getting closer to her wanting to run screaming from him more and more, like now.

His touch on her tattoo scared her. Her eyes glazed over slightly.

Ricky frowned, seeing that look in her eyes, the fear, the way she trembled..

“Talia.”

The soft rasp of his voice with how close he was to her. Was she, afraid, of him? He swallowed heavily at the thought, he gave in, confessing to his side of the connection, that he knew what she was feeling, so she knew the truth.

“I feel it too.”

He didn’t know how or why, and it couldn’t be normal, he knew it wasn’t normal. If it was normal, Justin would have said something, and even if it was only something for new soulmates while the bond was forming, and Justin had already been with Laura when they’d met him, but Vin would have said something, anything. Really, neither of them could keep their mouths shut worth a damn about the whole thing. The fact that Vin said nothing, Justin hadn’t even reminisced, because this is a big effect to have missed out on, told Ricky, no, this was not normal. This was not new.

When he told her he felt it, a sob escaped Talia, he knew he guessed right, that he had guessed correctly as to why she hadn’t said anything, why all the colour seemed to have drained from her face when he’d asked. Why did her heart skip, and not just because he was touching her tattoo? Because she was afraid of what it meant. If she asked, Ricky would admit he was worried too, but knowing she wasn’t alone, made it easier, so here he was, standing, telling her the truth. Now though, touching her tattoo, his fingers brushed over her skin, a little as he had in the bathroom, and the sob was rivalled by the whimper as her forehead leaned forward against his cheek,

“Ricky, please.”

Shit, shit, he knew he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t be thinking about how she sounded like that, how her breath felt dancing across his tattoo as she leaned into him. Her hands grasping at his shirt as if trying to hold on for dear life now, as he could feel her trembling still. Only this time, it was almost that he could feel that the way her very undercurrent of her body had turned. He couldn’t help himself as his fingers stroked over the skin of her tattoo again. He was tracing over the lines of the tattoo he’d seen in the mirror every day on his own neck since he was eighteen years old. Lines that sometimes he’d hated, sometimes he loved, and something he had covered in black paint and wished hidden from the whole world, but no soulmate tattoo could be permanently hidden, something about how they were formed, always burned away whatever ink or paint was put over them. Tattoo artists for years tried to cover them, but it didn’t work. The best he’d seen was a full blackout, and even then, he noted, that the ink was around the tattoo ever so slightly, not covered, so here to hoping that their soulmate didn’t die and turn it white.

Feeling her shudder against him slightly, his other hand had slipped under the hem of the too-long shirt, where her shorts clung to her hips, fingers digging in a little slightly, pulling her a little closer to him. She was tempting him, it was wrong, he knew everything in him was tied up in so many knots, but every time he felt that flare in his skin, it was like a tug towards her, and now that he knew she felt it too, it was like the feeling was magnified so much stronger. As his fingers settled lower at her throat, curved around the side of her neck, his thumb circling the edge of her tattoo, feeling the way she shuddered even with that tantalising touch, and it made Ricky wonder the limits of where this could go…

He tilted his head a little to bring his lips closer to her neck, Rick didn’t know what he was thinking, he knew, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but as his warm breath flittered over her skin, a soft keening sound escaped her as her fingers twisted in his shirt. He just couldn’t resist her, he could resist the temptation of her skin, it was like a siren call, wondering what would happen, how many times this week had he felt his tattoo flare, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure, and sometimes, sometimes in the strangest of ways..

This time, however, as his lips brushed over her skin, and his tongue peeked out, tracing over a line of the petals of the tattoo, the flare of feeling wasn’t confusing at all. It hit him like a semi-trailer, and the moan that slipped passed Talia’s lips was as clear day, and so fucking sinful.

Shit.

It took all Rick’s control not to come in his pants with the feeling that thundered through him, and oh, god, did that, the grip she had on his shirt, the press of her body against his, the pant of her breath, he could feel the race of her heart…

“Did you just?”

A soft whimper was all the answer he needed as her forehead had fallen to his shoulder.

Wow. That.

Was fucking impossible.

Human fucking impossible… right? It had to be, and yet, he’d just made her orgasm by doing nothing but touching and kissing her damn fucking soulmate tattoo. Something had to be going on here, and it was weird as shit.

Pulling back from her slightly, looking towards her, Talia lifted her head from his shoulder, slowly stretching her fingers and let go of his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest tentatively, almost as if to smooth out the material in apology for ruining it, even though Ricky himself hadn’t let go of her yet at all. His fingers on reflex were squeezing at her hips over her shorts as his eyes met hers, swallowing, not sure at all about what to think about what had just happened.

“Talia, I-”

Fuck.. What was he doing?

He had no clue, but he was kissing her, something he hadn’t done last time. Kissing her like he couldn’t breathe, maybe he could, because for all the nights he’d barely been able to sleep, kissing her just seemed to drain the tension out of him now. The press of his lips to hers was consuming, if the only air he could suck into his lungs had to come right from hers and nowhere else because his body would not accept anything else as his tongue traced over the seam of her lips before she gasped and let him into her mouth and ran against her tongue with a moan. By the time the kiss broke, she was looking up at him with a jagged panting breath, eyes wide, bright.

What were they doing?

Talia didn’t know either. Hearing that he could feel the surge in the tattoo, too, had done something to her. She wasn’t alone, she wasn’t crazy. The delusion she had been convincing herself of meant nothing.. And then Ricky went and did that. What was this man doing to her? She’d never orgasmed like that in her life, not even when he’d been buried deep inside her, and she dreamed about that.

“God, I need you.”

Gasping, still feeling breathless from the kiss, she looked at him, licking her lip before her teeth ran over the plumped skin.

“Bedroom.”

But she just shook her head, no, no time for that, her whole body was lit up, tingling, and if he felt anything like she did… she needed him, she needed him now, she couldn’t control anything right then. It just, it was too much, she just needed him to trust her

“Please, please don’t argue, okay? I just need to touch you.”

She was already reaching for the front of his pants, clicking open his belt, and then button, pulling the zipper, and then pushing the pants from his hips as she kissed him again, distracting him almost from her nimble fingers before she sank down to her knees. Whatever this feeling was, whatever was thrumming through them both, when she was touching him, it felt better, it eased the incessant need that overflowed through her. So it couldn’t be bad.. Right? Her tattoo surged as she glanced up at him.

“Fuck Sweetheart, wait-” Oh, he wasn’t going to last, she had to know that, right? After all the way he’d touched and teased with her tattoo, he’d almost come in his pants when he’d made her orgasm standing right there. There was no way he was going to be able to - a moan ripped from his throat as she got his pants open and pulled them down, her fingers already wrapped around his cock, stroking along his length eagerly, her eyes glancing up at him.

Talia didn’t miss the way he called her Sweetheart again, she remembered him calling her that in the bathroom, it had swirled in her mind, he’d gotten under her skin in a way that was so different to the spiteful way he’d spat out Sweetie at her before, she bit her lip at the thought.. She liked this, no matter how much none of this made sense, hearing him call her that, that she liked.

Wrapping her lips around the head of his cock as she stroked him now, each touch, felt better than the last. The taste of him, made her shiver as her tongue lapped at the beads of pre-cum already building up there from how he’d been toying with her tattoo. If he felt anything even remotely like what she did, she was surprised he hadn’t come in his pants. She took more of him into her mouth, as much as she could, stroking the rest of his cock as she could. Then he was hitting the back of her throat and she was pulling back to breathe as she sucked and started working him.

“Shit, that, Talia, I’m-”

She could feel knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eyes flickered up to him, seeing her cheeks drawn in as she sucked, and he let out a feral moan as he gripped her hair, to take control, but when Talia felt his fingers in her hair, her eyes almost glazed over with want, moaning around his cock.. Please, please, do it, take it. Her eyes right up to his pushing as forward around his cock as she could until she was almost choking on him, and seeing that look, it was too much for Ricky.

Rick was on the verge, looking down at her, seeing his cock stretched wide around those perfect lips, and he was almost done. His fingers were tightened in her hair as he was pulling out of her mouth and thrusting back in carefully past those lips of her, but the way she groaned around him just drove him to keep fucking that gorgeous mouth, with each thrust, pushing back to her throat, sucking in air each time he pulled out, he could feel the way her moans had her throat spasming around his cock, until he was, fuck,

“Sweetheart, I, I’m-”

Those eyes looked up at him, the need with how much her hands were grasping at his hips as he choked off with a moan, thrusting in as he came down her throat, her spluttering a little as she tried to swallow all of him, as much as she could. Watching her swallow, seeing her at his mercy to do much of anything else, fuck, she looked so perfect like this. So gorgeous. The tingle of his tattoo however reminded him why. Shit.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

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Mood, lmao

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 16 of ?

Hi guys! <3

Hope you're enjoying this story :3

Warnings: none.

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Requests: OPEN.

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We helped each other to get dressed faster, in case someone would knock on the door. Thanks God it did not happen. Now we were sitting across from each other and I saw how Ricky’s expression changed drastically.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something that I’ve been kind of afraid to say.”

“You know you can tell me anything. What is it about, Ricky?”

“I hate the fact that no one knows about us and we have to hide our love behind close doors. Maybe we can tell the boys, for the start. If you want to, of course.”

For a second I thought how funny this situation is. In the past, he was the one that wanted to keep us a secret, and now he wants the whole entire world to know. I thought about it for a second before I would give him an answer.

“I think it’s a great idea. At least our close friends deserve to know.”

Ricky took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. This was his way of thanking me for giving him exactly what he wanted. At that moment, I forgot about every bad thing in my life, focusing only on the man who was holding me tight in his arms.

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It was the time for Motionless in White to leave for tour, and I had mixed feelings about it. Of course, I was happy for them, but I hated the fact that Ricky would not be here with me for the next few months.

We also prepared for the big reveal of our relationship. This was the best moment to announce what we hope it was a secret.

Every time one of my bands would leave for tour, I would meet with them to wish them good luck. I always felt we were all a big family, as cliché as it sounds, and I tried my best to show each one of them how much I cared.

It was time for them to leave, so I put my phone in a place where no one could see it. Of course, I wanted to have this moment forever with me.

I went first to hug Justin and then Ryan. Vinny came running to me as a happy little child to get his hug. When it came to Chris, he looked down at me for a second, before he would get me up and spin me around.

“Okay, just put me down now!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so little.”

Then it was Ricky’s turn, and it was our plan to leave him last. We wanted to be sure we had their attention.

I hugged him, as I did the others, and then backed off a little just so I could see his face.

“Good luck, Ricky.”

“Thanks.”

Then he kissed me, right in front of them. They were all shocked and speechless, besides Vinny.

“I knew it! I told you there was something going on with them!”

“How did you know?”

“Are you kidding me? I lost count of how many times I saw you talking in a corner or looking at each other like you were about to fuck right in that spot.”

That was unexpected, and we were all laughing, except Chris. His eyes had no emotion in them while he was looking at me. That’s when he left us to go on the bus, without saying a word.

I left Ricky’s embrace, telling him I had to do this alone.

“Chris? Can we talk?”

“For how long has this been going on?”

“A couple of months… but officially together for almost 2 months.”

“I thought I was your best friend, Lexus. What happened with that?”

“And you still are! But I was afraid you’ll be judging me for choosing Ricky once again.”

“If he would’ve been the same, I would clearly do that. But he is a good friend of mine now, and I know he will never hurt you again. Are you happy with him?”

“Yes. I’ve never been happier. Blair loves him too.”

“Wow, you moved pretty fast with that. I guess Corey isn’t happy with this whole situation.”

“No, he’s not. But I really don’t care. Both Blair and I deserve someone that would make us feel loved. It’s not our fault he couldn’t do it.”

“That’s true. You know, I hated you for a second back there when you two kissed. I truly had no idea, and it was clear it was happening for some time.”

“Believe me that I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I was afraid he might leave me again.”

“And now you’re sure it’s not going to happen?”

“Yes. Even though we haven’t told each other the magical three words yet, I know the feeling is there.”

“Then I’m happy for you both.”

He hugged me and put his head on mine, and that’s how Ricky found us. The big smile on his face reflected mine, knowing that we both needed to share our secret with the ones we love.

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The next 3 months passed very slowly, and I tried everything to keep myself busy. I was more present at the studio than ever, and no one thought this could even be possible. The only times I was home was when Blair was there, keeping me company. I never thought she would miss Ricky as much as I do, but we tried to communicate when he got some free time.

I was so happy for them, the tour was going amazing. Almost every show was sold out, and some venues called me to ask if I could add some more dates to the list. Even though I didn’t want to have to wait even more, I asked them every time what they thought about this idea. I was glad to hear them all say they have enough shows to perform for the moment.

Today I felt like I needed a day for myself, staying at home, watching a film, maybe reading a book. I need to live for myself for at least a day, not thinking about how much time I have to wait for Ricky. And I couldn’t choose a better day, as Blair was going to sleep at one of her friends tonight.

I decided to go for a book first and to leave the film for later. While I was searching for something to catch my eye, I heard my phone ring. A big smile appeared on my face, thinking that Ricky made some time for me. But when I checked, I saw it was actually Corey.

“Hi, Lexus. I hope your day is going well.”

“Um, hi? It was until you called. What do you want?”

“I just wanted to ask if you received any specific letter?”

“Why? What is going on?”

“Just go and check. I’m sure it’s there already. I told you that you’re going to regret it.”

And with that, he ended the call. My heart was racing as crazy as I went to the kitchen. I got a lot of letters to look at on the table, but not one second I thought something important was on there. While I was moving them like crazy, my attention was caught quickly by a sender: the courthouse. I opened the letter as fast as I could, and I tried to find the important part of why was this sent to me.

“No! You can’t do this to me!”

I started to cry uncontrollably, and my hands were shaking, making the letter fall on the ground.

Corey wants full custody of our daughter.

[fallinginreversefanblog]

Ronnie Radke being copied by Chris Motionless for almost 20 years

This is an old topic and a still unresolved issue between Ronnie and Chris/MIW which comes to surface from time to time. Maybe Ronnie knows something that MIW plans to come out with, that's why it all became so relevant again.

Via Ronnie's IG account

After he made the post above on Instagram, he even added this to his story ⬇️

Via Ronnie's IG stories

Fans helped gathering together the most accurate screenshots showing the similarities, pictures that were all shared in the social media months before.

Via Instagram

I reminded a funny and sweet TikTok video from last Summer which I added to the subject.

And a big Ronnie Radke W over here! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[recluseraven]

It's funny how R*nnie R*dke thinks he can get everyone to hate Chris Motionless when Chris is literally the sweetest person ever haha, nice try bud

[divine-death2]

Hello lovelies! I am stoked about this one, might be my best work yet. I am going to give you a little background to the whole thing. This will be a series; I have no idea how many chapters there will be. I am just going with whatever comes to mind, as I go. I am also planning on posting all the chapters at once, because I don't like keeping people waiting. The chapters will be uploaded in a single post, to make things easier. Alright then, that's everything I guess, if something changes, I'll let you know at the beginning of the chapter. 💕xoxo

Chapter 1

WARNINGS - soulmates, p.i.v. , cigarettes, alcohol, angst, fear, love, romance, smut, praise kink, roughness, degrading kink, dirty talk, choking, jealousy, fighting, mentions of blood, blood, bruising, pain, protected sex, unprotected sex, uncertainty.

Your POV:

I can’t believe I’m finally here. After years of dreaming about this moment, I’m standing front and center at a Motionless in White concert. Growing up, this always felt impossible. They never toured anywhere near my small town, and traveling wasn’t an option—money was always tight, and then came college and work. But life has a funny way of surprising you. I got offered a job at USC, and now here I am, living a dream I thought would never come true.

The pre-show setlist is already playing, and I’m singing along while snacking on some chips I picked up earlier. I didn’t even have time to go home and change after work. My job requires me to look like a complete normie—corporate, polished, and perfectly packaged, just the way society expects an educator to appear. My tattoos are hidden under makeup and carefully chosen outfits that scream “professional.” None of that matters right now. I’ve got the best spot in the house, as close to the stage as humanly possible. If I stretch out my arm and stand on the metal bar of the barricade, I might even grab a rose from Chris, if he does the roses thing tonight. God, I hope he does.

The venue is getting more crowded by the minute. It’s already hard to move around, and I know it’ll only get worse. Might as well conserve my energy for what’s coming.

An hour later, the place is packed to the brim, and the countdown has started. Twenty minutes until showtime. My heart is racing, and the excitement is bubbling up, almost impossible to contain. I can’t believe this is happening. In my 22 years, I never thought I’d get to experience this. This band, their music—it’s been my lifeline. Motionless in White helped me survive so much and shaped who I am. They’ve guided me to embrace the real me, tattoos and all, even if I have to hide it at work.

Ten minutes left. My mind is already spinning with thoughts of meeting them after the show. The idea of standing next to Chris for a photo, maybe even having his arm around me—it sends a jolt of excitement through me. Of course, I know it’s just a fantasy. He’s famous, older by sixteen years, and totally out of my league. But hey, a girl can dream, right?

I’m still lost in those thoughts when the intro to Reincarnate blasts through the speakers. The crowd erupts. And then—there they are. One by one, they walk onto the stage, Chris being the last. My breath catches. He looks absolutely unreal. Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to cover it. His makeup is flawless, his pitch-black hair gleaming under the lights. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest that shows off his tattooed arms and black skinny jeans that cling in all the right places. My knees feel weak just looking at him, but I hold it together and scream along with the crowd.

As the song starts, the energy in the room is electrifying. People behind me are going wild, shoving me into the barricade. Each hit drives into my ribs, just below my chest, but I don’t care. I plant my feet on the bottom bar, holding my spot, and scream-sing every word. I’m completely lost in the music when I suddenly feel it—like someone’s staring straight into my soul.

I open my eyes, and there he is. Chris. His eyes lock with mine. For a split second, everything else fades away. It’s just him and me. He holds my gaze, and my heart nearly stops. Then, as if realizing it’s rude to stare, he flashes that crooked smile that everyone loves. My breath hitches as he finishes the song.

The music fades into the next track, but I’m still reeling. This night is already more than I ever could’ve hoped for.

Chris' POV:

I am walking out on stage, getting ready for the first verse, when my eyes caught her. She definitely stands out against the crowd. She is the only one dressed like a, dare I say, teacher. Not entirely formal, her black hair is loose, hanging freely and moving with her as she jumps. I can't seem to keep my eyes off her. I try hard to keep my thoughts at bay, so that I don't forget the lyrics or my cue to sing. Her eyes are closed, she is clearly enjoying herself and the song, because it looks like she is putting her soul into it. I keep my eyes on her and then her eyes open, locking with mine. I can't make out her eye color, but she the way she is staring back, makes my stomach do a few flips. I tear my eyes away from her, smiling, because I have been caught staring at her.

A brief thought of pulling her backstage after the show to meet her goes through my mind. I hope she stays afterwards to do photos and signatures. I finish the song, and I know the following song requires me to behave more sexual on stage. I hear the intro to Rats starting up, I can feel the vibrations in body. Before I can stop myself, I am on the other side of the stage where she is. I can see her eyes now, they are like mine, brown and harboring the same signs of someone who has been through too much in one lifetime "Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist. Fix me up with something quick. I've been a bad little boy and i think I'm getting sick..."

I sing the lyrics while looking into her eyes, I am singing this to her. I don't know why, but there is something pulling me to her. I can't control what my body does or what thoughts go through my head. As I am singing, all I can think about is, how her body would feel under my own, how her lips would taste. I have to peal myself away from her side of the stage, so that I can "spend time" with the other side as well. In order to not make it obvious that I am infatuated with a fan. We have to go offstage, after this song, to do a quick wardrobe change. Besides this vest is becoming itchy as fuck, and I wasn't wise to wear this thing without anything underneath it. I am pretty sure my nips are raw at this point.

We quickly rush backstage to change, and it's then when Ricky decides to ask me. "Dude, why are you staring at that girl?" i run my hands through my hair, and pick up my shirt. Shaking my head I reply, "I don't know, there is something pulling me to her, I can't describe it. I feel like if I don't look at her, she might disappear forever". I see Ricky and Ryan smiling at me like the knows something. "What?" I ask, frowning at them. Vinny puts his hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. "Dude, that is what it feels like when you have met your soulmate", he says ever so casually. I can't find a reply, so I just stare at him. I never thought I would find a soulmate, I mean I am this close to being 40, I had Gaiapatra but she found her soulmate and she broke it off with me. I made peace with it that I would never find mine.

We all head back out and continue with the show, and with every song, I can't seem to stop the longing I feel for her, I can't stop looking at her.

Your POV:

I am slightly freaking out. They are doing my all-time favorite song, Rats! I am shaking with excitement. Suddenly Chris is in front of me, looking at me while singing the lyrics. It hits me hard; he is singing the song to me. I feel like my heart could either burst or melt. I freeze up, the words to the song, not coming to mind. I just stare back at him.

Then he is gone, he moves to the other side of the stage. I let out a breath, that I didn't even realize I was holding. I try to register what just happened, but my brain doesn't seem to want to catch up and make sense. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and I feel this weird pull to him. Like I must get closer to him, feel him. Thoughts of him kissing me, touching me floods through my mind. It is like I need him, a craving I have never felt with any of my previous partners. It's not just sexual attraction pulling me to him. It runs deeper. I crave the feeling of being close to him, knowing his past, his dreams, knowing him behind the scenes. I am probably going crazy, because let's be realistic, that is never going to happen.

He'll be in my dreams and burned into my memory, but that is it. There is no way he will ever go for an average person like me. I mean, I am pretty sure he wouldn't go for someone that much younger than him, or even someone who doesn't have a status like him. I mean even his ex has a higher status than me.

I am definitely going crazy. I can't be having these thoughts; it's not like it will ever happen. Maybe I am just his target for the night, someone he is using to create a few nice pics for him to post later on, as if he is interacting with fans, right. It has to be that he loves riling the ladies up with some of his posts, where he is close up with a woman, looking like he wants to fuck her brains out. I shake my head, trying to get rid of these thoughts.

As the show starts coming to an end, the familiar song, that is close to my heart, "Eternally Yours" starts, and it is a tell-tale sign that he will soon start tossing roses when the song comes to an end. My heart bursts with joy. He starts singing and it's like the world fades away and it is just his voice flowing ever so softly over my ears, my heart, my soul and my body. "I'm ready to bury all of my bones. I'm ready to lie but say I won't. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces, to rot in this garden made of stones", he sings and looks at me, singing the words to me. He is standing in the middle of the stage, his head tilted slightly as his eyes remain locked on me. His mic stand has a bouquet of roses hanging upside down. I take in how beautiful this man is, zoning in on every part of him.

The crowd is still bumping and going wild, causing the barricade to continue to jam into my ribcage. I am pretty sure it is bruised by now, giving my scorpion tattoos color. I don't even sing along, I just admire his voice, how his body moves, how his muscles move under his skin. How perfect his tattoos are. I let my eyes linger on his face, seeing his eyes hold some level of vulnerability when he locks them with mine.

The song is nearly coming to an end and he starts throwing out roses into the crowd. They scream and jump, trying to catch one, causing me to get shoved into the barricade harder. I flinch at a particular hard shove, and it feels like all the air has left my lungs. I gasp closing my eyes, trying to gain control of my breathing.

I manage to calm down and regulate my breathing and when I open my eyes, I see Chris jumping down from the stage and walking in my direction, holding a single rose. I feel the heat rush to my face as he gets closer. He is soon right in front of me, he is still singing. He gets close to the barricade, even if I am standing on the bottom bar, he still towers over me. He holds the rose out to me and I take it, my hand shaking due to the adrenaline coursing through me. He leans down, closer to me, holding the mic between us. My body knows what to do before my brain can catch up. The music slows down and I sing the last lines with him, "I'm ready to bury all of my bones. I'm ready to lie but say I won't. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces to rot in this garden made of stones."

He nods at me, and I take over, "I'm ready to bleed to make amends. And sleep in this dirt we call our bed. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces. To fall and rewrite the bitter end", now he joins me. 'Eternally yours". We keep our eyes locked on each other, and it's like everything around us just disappears and it is just us two. I can smell him, sweet and spicy, like cinnamon mixed with sweet vanilla. I forget where we are, when suddenly the loudness of the crowd throws us both back into reality. "What's your name?" he asks in a whisper. "Y/n", I softly reply. "Everyone, give it up for Y/n and her beautiful voice!", he shouts into the mic. The crowd erupts once more, cheering.

Chris' POV:

I jump down from the stage, making my way to her. I hand her the last rose. I don't even have to tell her to sing, she just joins in. The second her voice mixed with mine, I nearly melted. Her voice along with mine, is like an angelic melody flowing through the speakers. I nod at her, and she takes the lead, her voice alone, is like heaven is having a party in my ears. Being so close to her right now, I know she is the one. The one I have been missing in my life all along. I know for a fact that this will be all over the internet by morning, but I don't care. I have found my soulmate, and I don't plan on letting her slip through my fingers. I ask her, her name, and when she said it, i felt like my whole body was tingling. Her voice is so soft, delicate and smooth. I feel my dick twitch in my pants, I can only imagine what it would sound like when she is moaning or screaming my name.

I thank the crowd; we bow and leave the stage. "Dude, that was intense! I mean, you could feel the chemistry radiating", Justin says as he takes out his earpieces. Smiling I say, "I hope she stays for pictures, maybe I can get her over the barricade and get to know her". I can see how happy they all are for me; their smiles are giving them away.

When we go back out, to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans, I glance around for her. I can't see her anywhere. I keep looking and then finally, there she is, she is last in line, but she doesn't look too great. Her arm is wrapped around her middle and she looks like she might pass out. It's probably the adrenaline leaving her body. The photos and signings go quick, and before I know it, she is in front of me. She has a small smile on her lips, "Hi, you guys were great up there tonight", she says, her voice wavering a little bit. She looks pale, sweat glistening on her face. I feel a wave of concern wash over me, but reply, "Thank you, and you, I didn't expect that voice from you, you were a natural." I see her blush, but it is barely there. We sign her jacket and that is when everything goes south.

One minute she is still standing and the next she is on the floor. "Fuck", is all that leaves my lips as I jump over the barricade, kneeling beside her. "Y/n, baby girl, wake up. Come on, wake up." I hear Ricky and Justin call out for a medic. I softly tap her cheek, and I see her eyes flutter open. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. "There we go, welcome back. Are you okay?", I ask looking into her eyes. She nods, then shakes her head. I help her sit up, that's when I notice her wincing in pain. "Where does it hurt?" She places her hand below her breasts. I am still a gentleman, so I will not look under her shirt, until she gives me consent to do so. I slowly help her back up to her feet, just in time as the medic arrives. "I'm going to help you over the barricade, so the medic can take a look at you, okay?", I say-ask. She nods again. I get over and she steps up, her back facing me. I gently lift her under her arms and place her on her feet.

I explain to the medic where she feels pain and that she might have hit her head when she fainted. "Alright, I am going to need you to lift your shirt, so that I can see", he says. I turn around just as she goes to lift her shirt. She nods and moves to lift her shirt, but she can't lift very far. I hear the medic ask her what happened, and she replies, "It's from the barricade, I got shoved into the top bar, throughout the whole night". I just blink at her words.

"She'll be fine, she just bruised her ribcage pretty bad. In a few days the pain should subside, I would recommend, getting some painkillers and a lot of sleep", the medic says. I thank the medic and turn to look at her. "You are sleeping with me at the hotel tonight".

Your POV:

"N-no, you've done so much for already tonight. I will be fine", I blurt out. He just scoffs and proceeds to pick me up, bridal style, and he walks to the green room. "Put me down...put me down!", I protest, writhing in his arms, only to be met with a sharp pain in my ribs. "Fuck!", I exclaim, tears falling down my face. "Will you stop, you're only going to hurt yourself more if you keep that up", say says, his voice calm but firm enough to make me actually listen. The way he spoke, made caused goosebumps all over my body. I am a girl that loves to be dominated, in the sense of my partner takes full control and I have to obey, or else.

I tighten my arms around his neck ad rest my head on his shoulder. "Good girl", he whispers, and I feel a sense of pride bubble inside me and at the same time I can feel my panties getting wet, as his words shoot to my core.

We enter the green room, and he sits me down on the couch. "I'll be right back, I am just going to grab my stuff, then we'll head for the hotel." I nod and make myself comfortable on the couch. The rest of the band moves through, all of them checking in on me. Ricky sits down by my feet, "What happened out there?" His hand rests on my foot, looking at me with concern written over his face. "It was my first show, I-I was standing on the metal bar of the barricade, and the crowd was pushing and shoving," taking a deep breath, I continue, "My ribs took all the abuse from that bar, but me being the stubborn ass that I am, I ignored the pain, until I... well, passed out", I reply, wiping my tear stained face.

I see Ricky and Justin shaking their heads, and Vinny chuckles from the other side of the room. "She is definitely going to work on his nerves", Vinny remarks just as Chris walks in. "We'll see, I think she might just be more submissive to me, she has already been a good girl for me", he says ever so calmly. Those two words, they do things to me, and yes, I have been a good girl, I have listened to his orders. I am already starting to feel the need to be good for him, but right now I am craving a cigarette, I haven't even gotten the chance to buy a pack on the way here. "Uhm... Ricky, can I bum a cig from you?" He nods and pulls out his pack and I take one out, thanking him. Chris doesn't even smoke, he just like to play with lighters, watching the flame dance in front of him. He holds a light ready for me, unexpectedly. I smile up at him and I can see confusion written on his face. I know why he is confused, but he doesn't ask the question, instead he smiles back, that crooked smile. I smoke and then we are on the move again.

I kindly asked Chris to let me walk, because he still had a few things to carry in his hands. He allowed me to walk, and soon we were on the bus.

Chris' POV:

After putting her down in the green room, I started gathering the makeup cases and our extra wardrobe. I go to put them in the bus and now I just have to the smaller stuff from the green room. There she sits, the guys around her, all chatting away. I hear Vinny's comment, and I shoot back at him.

In her soft voice she asks Ricky for a cig, and him being the nice human being he is, gets his pack out and holds it to her. Her hands are shaking as she takes one out. I am slightly confused; I didn't think she would be a smoker, and my thoughts start to wander a little. Ricky started smoking as a way to cope with life, if she is doing the same, then who or what hurt her. Before she can ask for a light or fumble for one in her bag, I hold my lighter, lit and ready for her. She thanks me and the smile I receive almost made my knees buckle. I smile back at her.

Once she finished smoking, we were on the move again. I wanted to carry her, but she asked so nicely, giving me a shy smile and looking at me from under her lashes, to walk on her own. How can I refuse this woman when she asks me in that way.