Miw - Blog Posts

i come bearing gifts (more concert pics)

He looks so cute. 😩

So tell me dear, can your heart still break If it’s already stopped beating?

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE “Ghost In The Mirror” music video | May 21, 2009

Motionless In White // Hourglass

daily fave ricky 💙

daily fave ryan 🩶

RYAN SITKOWSKI & TJ BELL behind the scenes of ‘Abigail’ (2010)

[src]

2014 / 2017 / 2023

He's so FUCKING cute OH MY GOD-

heard the new tumblr gif limit is 10mb and now i’m unstoppable

MY ICON!!! 😌🖤

Here's your daily dose of Christopher! 🥰😍

I really miss this era of MIW!!! </3

(BABEI RYAN :,)) )

I think my heart has stop pulsating.

<33333

I love him so much! Such a precious human ❤️❤️🖤🖤

Damn!!!!!

🤣I don’t even have anything to add onto that sentence it’s perfect as is

I love me a Mama's Boy.

Other content/blog warning: BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. SHOW PROOF OF AGE. Minors DNI -- for my blog as a whole and for mature posts when interacting.

@talialovesmiw

@embracethereaper42

@yournecessaryevil

@th0ughts-pr4yers

@synthetic-wasp-570

@hearts4bleghs

@bobateaandchocolatepudding

@somewhere-diamond

@lyschko666

@bonelotus

@calleyx13

@emofangirl02

@catharsis-in-darkness

@sakuracyberhex

@midnightxmystery

@dragon-chica

@sleepwalkingentity

@ciarapherneliaa

@becaus-of-blegh

@philomenie

@jordynyingling0219

@jilliemiw86

@l0velett1ng

@itslife99

@onyx-67

@emo-milk

@blxckdragonfly

@rumoured-whispers

@stup1d-k1llj0y

@punk-shroomie

@black-damask-1999

@littlepeachwhispers

@c0untch0culitis

@sunsshinesunny

@latenightmusiclover

@ghostnohomo

@lacktoesandtoddlerants

@zombiedixon89

@starwalker3001

@ngnt-writes

@blurryface505

@alissssixx

@viofcrows

@vinyardmauro

@graveyard-6aby

@arkquackie

@alex08-yeah

@flawedmasterpiece13

@c0rps3n4tion

@laserpoweredgoblinsmasher

@caramelmachiatto

@sparky-555

@kavaakitty

Yes!!

let's bring back daily chris motionless?

@spookieolson

@miamore0570

@bobateaandchocolatepudding

@somewhere-diamond

@midnightxmystery

@dragon-chica

@becaus-of-blegh

@philomenie

@itslife99

@rumoured-whispers

@punk-shroomie

@latenightmusiclover

@ghostnohomo

@lacktoesandtoddlerants

@alissssixx

@miss570

@bxrnthyfears

@blxckdragonfly

@skulliecadaver-blog

✌️

ryan and vinny 70s disco date, commission by @embracethereaper42 / @ciginatree

Thanks! 🫶

Can I request a young Ricky Olson in rainy Seattle moodboard??

here you go, love! this was fun to make

As a killer, do you prefer to use a weapon or just your drummer strength to kill someone?

Hm, good question. Honestly, it's both. I like bare strength, drumsticks--not my good ones, my boots, any object, I got some knives. My go-to is my physical body. I do keep my knife and drumsticks just in case. Always need those back-up options, right? Stop by and I can teach you some combat. You'd look real sexy doin' it, babe. 😎👉👆

4.27.24 - Ricky Olson - Sick New World

Photo by me (please please PLEASE credit me if you use this picture I’m incredibly proud of it)

Something I conjured up today from some song titles

Even in another life I’ll be eternally yours my love, my graveyard baby, my little hatefuck, my everything. Never forget I may be dead as fuck but I’ll love you for eternity I apologize if I shatter you like porcelain but even while broken you will always be my masterpiece.

Dirtbags- Ricky Olson x female!reader

Content warnings: protected p in v sex, mild anxiety attack, fluff, alcohol, smoking, angst, voice kink, 18+ MDNI

Summary: When the reader gets ditched at a college house party, a familiar face she hasn't seen in years offers comfort and more. Older brother's best friend trope.

Word Count: 4k

Author's note: It's good to be writing again <3 also I've never actually been to a party or anything like this so don't be mean lmao

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

The pungent scent of beer assaulted your nose the second your foot crossed the threshold of Matt’s house. Well, Matt and his roommates. The landlord’s house. It was further away from campus than you thought, it didn’t help that Kate took a wrong turn either. You held a hand up to your brow and squinted against the harsh lights pulsing against your right temple. The bass from the too loud speakers that surrounded the living room pumped directly into your chest and radiated to every crevice of your body. 

“How long do y-” 

“What?” you shouted down at your roommate. You couldn’t even hear half of your own response, let alone hers. Kate grabbed your wrist, pulled you down, and shouted into your ear in return.

“HOW LONG DO WE NEED TO STAY?” Annoyance flashed briefly in your chest, she agreed to come after all, you assumed she wanted to be here, too. You shrugged with a small huff, not wanting to destroy your throat within the first five minutes of being there. As your breath puffed between your lips, you glanced around. You only recognized a few people here and there. Matt was nowhere to be found, he was either moderating or fucking. No inbetween. The dim light and packed room made it hard to distinguish between blurs of flesh and flowing hair. You blinked a few times and turned back to Kate. 

“Wanna get a drink?” You mouthed as you stupidly raised a hand to your lips. 

“Whatever,” Kate mouthed back and dropped her hand against her thigh. You refrained from rolling your eyes and turned to find the kitchen, turning just enough to ensure that Kate followed. You weaved through hands holding cracked Solo cups and couples releasing lips just long enough to breathe in the musty air before finally switching carpet for tile beneath your feet. The shielding wall provided instant relief from the headache of music in the living room, the backsplash tile now a dusty gray from dozens of college students and a handful of mishaps working their greasy magic throughout the years. You scanned the counter quickly, surveying your options. Coors Lite, Budweiser, Red Bull, a keg placed thoughtfully on the chipped tile, a bowl of bright red god knows what on the counter, and an assortment of sodas scattered around. Considerate, you thought. You reached for a Red Bull as Kate grabbed a Solo cup and leaned over to sniff the bowl, her fingertips flipped back to pinch her brown hair against her shoulder,

“Are you fucking crazy?” You snorted with only a pinch of humor lacing your voice. Kate’s lips thinned instantly.

“What? Why not?” She snipped, her body bent over the counter. A single lock slipped free from between her fingers and dangled dangerously close to the lip of the bowl.

“Umm…maybe because you don’t know what’s in it?” You retorted as you punched the tab into the top of your drink. 

“Yeah cause that’s so good for you.” Kate’s eyes tipped up and over as she stood and gestured to the beverage in your hand. She sunk the rim of her cup into the drink, letting it fill part way before lifting it out, locking eyes with you, and taking a purposeful swallow.

“Whatever,” you murmured, taking a swig of your own, safer drink. “Let’s wander.” You followed Kate out of the grungy kitchen and back into the pounding noise of the living room. Smoke scratched its way down your throat, chasing the energy drink and it took everything in you not to cough. You never got used to it, not even when your brother and his friends would smoke like chimneys at home, when they’d blow the smoke directly into your face. The bass pounded so loud you could barely hear the identifying lyrics of the song. You followed Kate to the few open feet of the living room next, every couch and chair was taken. 

“Oh my god, Kate!” You could barely hear the words that brushed past your cheek to Kate who turned, her face breaking into an open smile. The unfamiliar redhead tipped past you to crash into an arms length away hug with Kate. You stood with your palm over the top of your drink as you held it tensely by your side, your free hand clutching your opposite wrist. Matt and Derek were nowhere to be found. Probably off having a threesome or something, you thought bitterly. You didn’t recognize any of the girls here either, besides the occasional familiar face you’ve seen around or passing in class, but nobody you could just go up and talk to. A sharp tug on your hand brought you back to reality. 

“Ow! What?” You cried out, whipping your head out of the space you’d drifted off to.

“Jen and some others are heading out for food, maybe a movie if there’s time. I’m gonna go with them, ‘kay?”

“What, but-” Panic clouded quickly through your mind. “You said you’d be here with me.”

“Yeah, I came for a bit, I don’t want to stay.”

“We’ve barely been here fifteen minutes!”

“You know I hate shit like this.” You folded your arms, the Red Bull can wedged in the crook of your arm as heat singed the tips of your ears.

“No, I didn’t actually,” you murmured bitterly. “You said you’d stay with me though, you can’t just leave me, you're my ride!”

“Find a ride, you obviously know someone here. I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Clouds of haze absorbed her retreating figure as you stood there anxiously in the middle of a party you no longer wanted to be at. You felt like you were being watched from all angles, itches crawled all the way down your back as you bit your lip and searched for anyone to cling to, anyone that you might recognize. But there was no one, so you clutched onto your RedBull for dear life and started making your way around the house.

Skin on skin melted together with the lowlight that consumed every open space and blood bursted through every vein in a desperate attempt to compensate for your heaving lungs. You stumbled up the shag-carpeted stairs to a narrow hallway. You opened the first door to your left, hoping to find reprieve from the noise. The sight of more skin and naked bodies than you wished to see that night made you slam the door closed quicker than you’d opened it. Why couldn’t people use the fucking locks? You made your way to the end of the hall as your vision narrowed. The cool metal doorknob soothed your sweaty palm as you opened the door, your panicked sight preventing you from seeing the figure engulfed in a cloud of smoke sitting on the bed.

Silence numbed your ears the second the door closed and you took a shuddered breath of relief, body against the door as though to prevent the rest of the world from seeping through. 

“You okay?” You cursed in surprise, thumping back against the door with a jolt as you searched through the dark room. Finally, your eyes caught on the slim man sitting hunched over on the pristine bed, a red glow from his cigarette butt doing little to light his face. You blinked and squinted.

“Ricky?” you laughed in shy disbelief. His own eyes narrowed before relaxing in recognition. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he huffed in similar disbelief. 

“Just- uh, y’know,” you gestured vaguely to the leftover party behind the closed door. “I can leave if you want.”

“No, stay, I don’t mind,” he said with that nostalgic mild rasp that you remembered hearing so many times as he wandered and laughed with your brother throughout your house as a kid. 

“You sure?” you asked, hand still resting on the doorknob, ready to make an exit should he ask you to.

“M’sure,” he said casually, the word slipping out the side of his mouth to compensate for the cigarette that bounced with every movement. The lingering smoke tickled your nose as it slid down your throat and you swallowed the hacking cough that desperately wanted to emerge. “You can come sit down, you know.”

Heat flushed across the dips of your cheeks, and the muscles in your jaw clicked as your hand slid from the doorknob. Your knees felt disconnected and every stride towards the bed felt awkward and too long. You lowered yourself to the unfamiliar mattress, a safe two feet from Ricky. Silence filled the room like the pungent smoke still being blown from his parted lips. You crossed your ankles and held your breath, uncrossed them and blew it out. 

“Is the smell bothering you?” His voice was kinder than you expected it to be, considering the fact that you intruded on what was probably the only silence he’d had for a while. 

“No, the smell’s fine,” you said, waving your hand in a dismissive gesture. Regardless, he smashed the smouldering cig into the sole of his worn out shoes, ash raining down on the carpet below. He half stood and leaned across the open space to place the smudge on the chipped window sill before dropping back onto the bed.

“It’s been a couple years, huh?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “I think the last time I saw you was the summer after you and Zander graduated.”

“Wow, that long?” Ricky leaned back on his hands, his jacket creasing at his wrists.

“Guess so.” Silence enveloped the two of you once again and you tried your best to ignore the heat spreading from your cheeks. Yellow streetlight poured down into the room and you played with it between your hands for a moment, observing the long shadows. 

“What’re you doing here anyway?” A laugh hid just beneath the words and heat bloomed for a different reason.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do you even know anybody here? Doesn’t seem like your kind of place to be on a Saturday night.” Ricky’s ankles rotated and his head cocked somewhere between you, the ceiling, and the window. The comment irked you and you pulled the skin of your cheek between your teeth before releasing it and responding.

“A guy from my Comms class invited me,” you said shortly. Tension seemed to flow in the space between you, swirling in the gaps between your leggings and his signature black skinny jeans that never went out of style for him. 

“So are you with him or-”

“I haven’t seen him actually,” you mumbled irritably. “He’s probably off in some other room of the house.” 

“Who’d you come with then?” His soft voice extinguished the mounting fire and annoyance leaving only a blackish smudge in your chest similar to the one residing by the window. You looked down, fixing your gaze on the baseboards as a loose thread wound between your pointer finger.

“My roommate. She bailed on me about ten minutes ago though so…I’m here alone now. She was my ride too so that sucks ass.” The last remark tumbled out of your lips in a quiet, bitter afterthought.

“Well, you’re not completely alone.” You glanced up to meet his river blue eyes, the beginnings of a coy smile tugging on your lips as you flicked over his face. He’d always been cute; always one of the contenders for fuck, marry, kill at your middle school sleepovers. You’d always chosen marry so you had the option of fucking him more than once. His lips tugged your gaze down to mesmerize you with the way he bit at his piercings. You glanced up just in time to find his own eyes lingering on your lips. Something between you shifted. You’d never been alone with him for more than a few minutes at a time, usually only when your brother left to grab something. You’d never been…this alone with him. It emboldened you. You leaned forward an inch, lips parting slightly. You didn’t dare move more than that, if he didn’t take the hint then you still had time and space to play it off. But he did take the hint. 

Ricky leaned forward just an inch more than you, both of you bobbing forward until you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut, anxiety reversing its way from your stomach to the base of your throat. Maybe it was the cover of night or the anonymity of a near stranger's house that gave you both the courage to finally close the gap. Honey soft lips smothered your own and you had to keep yourself from completely collapsing against him from how incredible it felt. Fingers tangled quickly in the back of your hair, the guitar-calloused finger pads keeping steady pressure against your scalp. The taste of him coated your lips and left a string between the two of you as you broke for air. You almost didn’t dare to breathe. Moonlight illuminated the side of his face, bringing out the erotic hues of his eyes as he glanced across your face through his fluttering lashes before crashing his lips into yours once more. 

Hesitantly, you curled your fingers around his wrist, blood pulsing quickly beneath your touch. The mattress seemed to lure you down like a siren as you pulled him down on top of you, your hair haloing out on the unfamiliar quilt. His lips never broke contact as he settled between your bent legs and his hand swept from the back of your head to your cheek, the tip of his thumb settled in the delicate dip of your temple. The metal of the rings looping his lips dug into your skin as the kiss deepened, the change in texture only adding to the erotica. You wanted to moan his name when his tongue found your own, but you feared that if you broke the kiss it would give him time to think, time to back out and leave you there. The train of thought melted away the second his calloused fingers slipped under your shirt and your lips detached from his with a gasp. Ricky’s hands immediately stilled and his wide blown pupils looked down into your own.

“Sorry, is this okay? I should’ve asked-” Tension dispersed in his hand as he started to withdraw his fingers. Your stomach opened up into a pit and you quickly curled your fingers around his wrist again.

“No it’s fine, I like it,” you pant, biting your lip to discreetly taste the remnants of him. Ricky’s eyes shifted from caution to mischief in the same instant he dropped down to capture you in a kiss once more. You couldn’t hold back the moan that dissolved from your throat against his lips as his warm touch swayed up and down your bare sides. Tentatively, he pinched the hem of your shirt and tugged the silent question you answered by lifting yourself off the bed to yank the garment over your head. Ricky’s shirt quickly followed and your eyes studied the colorful ink along his arm and shoulder before he pushed you back down onto the mattress. 

The moment his lips met yours again you knew the mood had changed. What was once curious and tentative was now hungry and desperate. You wound your fingers into his long, dark hair, tugging on the strands and relishing in the soft noise he let out. His own fingers brushed along the band of your bra and you inhaled quickly, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips. Ricky’s hand wedged under your back blindly to undo your bra clasp and the instant the fabric was peeled away from your chest his fingers were grasping at your flesh, the article of clothing thrown back into the unfamiliar room. 

“Ricky…” you breathed into his lips, arching into his touch as your nipples hardened against the chilled air that contrasted with his warm touch. Ricky groaned in response and fumbled his fingers across your skin to the waistband of your pants, clumsily trying to undo the button. His breathing was ragged and hurried, much like your own, as you both worked in tandem to get the both of your pants off. You tugged the tight material of his skinny jeans down over his pale thighs, his boxers slipping down just enough to reveal his v-line as you did. You bit your lip at the sight when he kicked his pants down to the end of the bed. You’d never seen this much of him before. The closest you’d gotten was the one time your brother allowed you to tag along with them to the pool, but his swim trunks weren’t this short.

“God, you’re so pretty.” Your eyes snapped back up to his to find him staring down at you, his kiss drunk eyes fixed on you. You stared at him for a moment, relishing in the way the moonlight struck his face. He was so beautiful. Your hands wound behind his head and yanked him down to you, the both of you moaning into the kiss once again. 

“I need you,” you whimpered timidly, praying to god that he’d need you in the same way. A chill made its way across your tender skin as his fingers hooked into your underwear and slipped the fabric down your thighs. His eyes followed the path of fresh skin in awe and hunger until your panties slipped off your feet. Every breath that fluttered over your lips felt fragile, as though if you inhaled too deep, too long, it would shatter everything. His tattoos popped in the lowlight and you brushed a finger over the colorful blotches that adorned his shoulder, only tearing your eyes away when you noticed his boxers falling down his legs.

“I need you too,” Ricky muttered. You stared shamelessly at his cock, neck muscles straining at the steep angle. He brought a hand down to toy with himself, teasing the both of you in the process. A soft, breathy noise puffed out between Ricky’s lips, his eyebrows pinched together as he stroked his tip through your slit. Your arms shot out to wrap around him and you swallowed thickly, your lips immediately parting to pant needy breaths. 

“Ricky, please,” you whispered. He looks down at you, contemplating for a moment before pulling back. A tugging chill bloomed quickly in your abdomen and your heart sunk as he reached behind him to shake out his pants. You were so fucking close. Were you that repulsive? Your degrading train of thought stopped when he ripped out a metallic square packet from the back pocket of his jeans. Condom. Duh.

Ricky’s eyes met yours in a hooded stare, his lips parted and panting in anticipation. He quickly rolled the condom on and resettled his thin form between your legs. He was so warm, his body a comforting weight over you and his stringy black hair pooling on the tops of your shoulders. You could feel his breath puffing over your cheek as he shifted his weight to one hand, grasping his shaft with the other and guiding it to your hole. You bit your lip and inhaled deeply as he pushed in, suspending your breath until he was buried to the hilt. 

“Oh my god, Rick,” you strained airily. His arm trembled for a moment as he placed his now free hand beside your head, caging you beneath him. His eyes were screwed shut, brows twitching as his body rippled with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward experimentally. You whimpered and wrapped your arms over his back, pulling him closer as he continued to thrust. You’d had sex before, sure, but you’d dreamed about having sex with Ricky. Everything felt so surreal. The way Ricky was panting, the steady heartbeat of bass coming from the speakers downstairs, the hazy atmosphere and smoke filled air; it all seeped through your blissed out head in a foggy mist. 

Flesh sunk up around your nails and the quilt peeled back from your spine as you arched into him. One of his hands fumbled around your thigh, trying to find the best angle. Your moans perforated the musty room, each one higher than the last. You clamped your lips shut, trying to keep your volume down and Ricky let out a huffy chuckle through his own pleasured noises.

“You- don’t have to be quiet. There’s at least th-three other couples having sex in this house right now,” he panted. “No one gives a shit.”

“I don’t really wanna talk ‘bout other people having sex while…while we’re having sex,” you slurred and huffed, eyes rolling closed. One of your legs slid out of its half bent position, collapsing down into Ricky’s crumpled up pants at the end of the bed. 

“What do you want to talk about?” Ricky’s steel blue eyes bore holes in your own. His gaze alone made you clamp down harder around his cock and he let out a sinful groan followed by a sharper thrust. You cried out and hiked a leg up over his hip that he quickly supported with his free hand. 

“A-anything…I just wanna hear your voice,” you mewled out, sexual frustration breaking out in a dewy sweat on your brow. The air felt suffocating, there was simultaneously too much and not enough space between the two of you. 

“Yeah? You like listening to my voice, baby?” He dipped down lower, his lips caressing your ear for a moment before his words dripped out in a velvety whisper. “Does it make you hot? Does it make you wet?”

You whined desperately and nodded against the pillow. “Always has,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up into his. Ricky moaned in return and dropped his onto the pillow beside yours, cheeks pressed together.

“Oh baby,” he breathed, thrusting harder. You hooked your other leg up onto his hip, locking your ankles together. His cock throbbed inside you and you could feel pleasure tightening below your navel. “Fuck, baby!”

Creaks from the god-knows-how-old springs added into the mix of your moans and grunts that growed in a steady crescendo. Your hand wedged its way between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, hips bucking as you did. Each muscle in your body wound tighter and you could feel an ache in your hips that you knew you’d still be feeling the next day, maybe more. 

“Ricky!” You drew out the word in a choked whine an instant before the coil snapped and you gasped, releasing the air from your lungs in a collapsing moan of his name. Fire burned through your muscles, legs quivering and limbs snapping shut around his body, clamping him to you. Ricky buried himself deeper as he came with a pitched, hissing cry. The noises he made could send you to heaven. Your muscles stayed wound as his arms gave out and the little weight he carried slowly bore down on you. Heat slicked between your bodies and burned your chapped throat. You laid there for a moment; hearing fuzzy, head thrown back in the mattress, and the pretty boy- your pretty boy acting as a weighted blanket.

Slowly, your gasps and pants morphed into a breathless chuckle. The darkness sheeted your vision, but you could still picture Ricky’s expression as his lips turned up against the skin at your hairline, right beside your ear. 

“What? What’s funny?” He murmured, his own tone light with the aftermath of bliss. A tear flowered at the corner of your eye and fell down to his cheek. Every emotion that simmered throughout the night had boiled over and was left raw in your heart. Excitement, exhaustion, betrayal, lust, anxiety, care- it all crashed down at once. You lifted a hand to your face as a chuckle-sob hybrid heaved in your chest. 

“Nothing. It’s just been a crazy night,” you whispered, stuttering a quick breath. Ricky’s calloused fingertips soothingly ran the length of your side as his lips kissed whatever part of you he could reach without lifting his head.

“You still don’t have a ride, huh?” He whispered in return; you shook your head and sniffed. “Your roommate’s an ass. I’ll take you home, I’m sure we’ll both fit in my bed.”

Tags: @dollieomens @spookieolson @high-wire @eternallytiredsinger @kait16xo @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx

Please contact me about commissions, I'm urgently asking because I have a week to come up with over $500 to cover hotel and gas costs, and my Mom and I doing DoorDash isn't enough. It'd only waste our time and gas, and then money. I really want to do things for people to keep a roof over our head. I may not be artistc, but I try to do what I can with filling in OC bases, writing, doing moodboards, making OCs for people based on picrews and my own imagination and writing, etc.

First Date- Chris Motionless x Reader

Tw: None! Just fluff!

A/n: woah I’m actually uploading fics again?? I actually had the motivation and desire to write today who cheered? I felt like writing fluff for our fav spooky singer. Enjoy!!

Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86 @tearfallpixie @thatchickwiththecamera @th0ughts-pr4yers @zuberweirrd @bxrnthyfears @miamore0570 @yournecessaryevil @arkiliastuff

………………………………………

You sit down on the tan chair by a table at a family owned coffee shop as you wait patiently for your date, Chris.

You had met at this very same coffee shop two days ago, accidentally bumping into him and spilling your drink all over his shirt.

Strangely enough, he wasn’t fazed or upset by it. In fact, he was rather calm and sweet about the incident, letting you help clean his shirt off. It was a pleasant surprise, you thought for sure he would be pissed off and make a fuss of it.

He even helped you calm down a bit after what happened, seeing as your anxiety was getting the better of you. He talked you through it all, making sure that you controlled your breathing.

Eventually, you did calm down, and offered to buy him a coffee to make up for it. Even though he stated that you didn’t need to, you were insistent. Besides, it would give you an excuse to see the handsome stranger again. Seeing as you wouldn’t take no for an answer, he accepts and you give him your number.

You fidget with the hem of your blue dress, foot lightly tapping anxiously as you awaited Chris. Your thoughts were starting to get the better of you. What if he didn’t show up? What if you accidentally spilled your coffee on him again? What if he doesn’t like you and never speaks to you again?

Before your paranoia could get the better of you, your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching you followed by a chair being pulled out.

“Hey, y/n. Sorry if I’m a few minutes late, couldn’t find my keys for a minute back at home,” Chris says with a sheepish chuckle as he sits down. He takes in your looks. “You look pretty.”

His compliment makes your cheeks flush. “O-oh, thank you. You look good yourself. And you’re not late, don’t worry!” You stutter a bit before clearing your throat. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Any excuse to get out of the house for coffee is a deal for me. My band mates call me a coffee fiend.” He says with an eye roll and slight laugh.

You chuckle at his comment. You had been texting back and forth over the past two days and you remember him mentioning he was in a band. You had checked out the music, and it was love at first listen. Chris’ voice was incredible, and it gave you even more reason to like him.

“Hey, can’t blame you there. I love a good latte every morning and I have to say, this place definitely satisfies that craving.”

“Oh, definitely. I discovered this cafe a couple of years ago and it has never failed to impress me every time I come. Always a treat coming here, especially since it brought us together.” Chris says with a soft smile, his expression genuine.

You can’t help but smile yourself, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can say the same. Would you wanna order now?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both get up and walk up to the counter. You place your order and you pay the cashier. Once that’s done, you step to the side and wait.

As you’re waiting, you can feel an unfamiliar man’s eyes on you. He’s staring at your body, and it’s making you uncomfortable. You hug your arms over your body and try not to look at the man.

Chris seems to take notice of your body language fairly quickly, and raises a brow. He looks over and sees the man staring. A pit of disgust forms in his gut, glaring at the man and wrapping an arm over your shoulders.

The gesture makes you blush, your heart skipping a beat. The man sees how Chris is holding you, frowning before he stops looking at you and sulks away. You let out a sigh of relief once he’s no longer near you.

“Thank you…he was making me really uncomfortable..” You mutter softly, looking up at Chris with a grateful expression.

He nods with a small smile, releasing you and giving you a bit of space. “Of course. I could tell how uneasy you were, that guy was a dick.” He says, a bit of annoyance in his tone. He hated people like that, staring and making others uncomfortable.

“I appreciate it.” You say as your order number is called. You go up to the counter and pick up your order.

“Careful, don’t spill your drink on me this time,” Chris teases with a wink, carrying his coffee and pastry. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“Oh hush. I’ll be careful.” You state as you go sit back down. You sit and pick up your breakfast sandwich, taking a bite and humming at the taste.

“This place makes the best breakfast sandwiches. If I could, I’d live off these things.” You say in between bites, devouring the sandwich within a matter of minutes.

“Oh yeah, they’re pretty great. Way better than Starbucks or Dunkin.” Chris says, munching away on his donut. You nod in agreement.

You finish up your food, now sipping on your latte. “I still have some coffee left to finish, wanna take a walk in the park across the street? Weather’s nice.” Chris suggests.

“That would be nice.” You say with a smile, standing. Chris smiles and stands as well, now taking your hand in his. This makes you blush yet again.

His hand was larger than yours, tender and warm. You take notice of the tattoos on his fingers, knuckles and hand. The intricate work was impressive, and his tattoos looked good on him.

You now leave the cafe, walking hand in hand with Chris across the street to the local park. You had a soft spot for it, you grew up near it. Your parents took you all the time so it held quite a bit of nostalgia for you.

“I’ve always loved this park,” You say as you walk through the entrance, taking in the cherry blossom trees and random strangers that have been in the area. “My parents took me all the time, and my friends and I went here after school. It’s always been a peaceful place.”

Chris hums. “That’s a nice thing. It’s nice that it’s quiet. You’d think that I wouldn’t mind noisy, occupied places but I actually prefer a more slow paced, peaceful environment. It’s easier to think that way.” Chris speaks thoughtfully as he too takes in the sights.

You nod. “I can understand that. It must be nice to get away from the noise.”

“For sure. Whenever I get the chance to on tour, I always try to find somewhere quiet to be alone and relax for a bit.”

“I don’t blame you.” You say in response. You end up walking around the park, chatting for over an hour. Chris was so easy to talk to, like you had known him for ages. He listened to everything you had to say, genuinely interested.

It was nice getting to hear about his tour life, and what it was like being in a popular band. Despite his fame, he was so humble and down to earth. You were developing quite the crush on him.

As you start to head towards the exit of the park, a cool breeze blows by, causing you to rub your arms as you shiver a bit.

“Damn, if I had known it was going to be a bit chilly I would've brought my jacket-“ As you speak, you’re cut off by Chris’ leather jacket being placed over your shoulders. You smile shyly at the gesture. “Y-you didn’t have to do that.”

Chris shrugs. “You need it more than I do. I’ve got a sweater on anyway, so it’s not a big deal. I’d hate to see you cold.”

His words leave your face warm. He was so kind. “If you’re sure..”

Chris ends up walking you home since you didn’t live far from the cafe. You both stop at your doorstep.

“I had a great time with you today. And thanks for the coffee.” Chris says with a genuine smile, a look of admiration in his eyes.

You smile back. “So did I. And it was no problem. It’s the least I could do.” You say with a sheepish smile. You take off the jacket and hand it back to Chris, only for him to shake his head. You raise a brow.

“Keep it.”

“What? A-are you sure? It is your jacket.” You ask, a bit baffled.

“I’ve got another one just like it back at home. Besides, you look better in it than I do.” Chris laughs softly as you blush. “Would you maybe wanna grab some lunch on Saturday? I’d love to see you again.”

Your face lights up and you can’t help but smile. “I’d like that.” Chris smiles.

“Great, does two work for you?”

“That works. It’s a date.” You say with a warm smile.

Chris’ smile widens. As you turn to unlock your door, Chris leans down and kisses your cheek before stepping back. “I’ll see you Saturday.” He says before he starts to walk away.

You’re left standing there, a blushing mess, but…a happy blushing mess.

Motionless In white albums as makeup looks: Scoring the end of the world

Motionless In White Albums as Makeup looks: Disguise

Blonde Chris is a current obsession