Band imagines (request closed)

Chris Motionless

A.N.: above  is reader's stage outfit.

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"Y/N, you're on in five"

I groan at the band managers words, but I stand anyway. When I do, the room spins around me, but only for a second. I know that I shouldn't go on stage tonight, but it's my job to dance for my boyfriend's band, so that's what I'm going to do, sickness or not.
A knock on my dressing room door,  gets my attention.

" you ready, baby?"  Chris's deep voice hits my ears and i put on a smile for him.

I quickly down two pain pills with a swig of water before I turn around and walk out with him.

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Three songs, lots of teasing, and one long rant later, my problems have only gotten worse.  My head is buzzing, my vision is blurry and I'm sweating more than usual. Whose stupid idea was it to have a mid summer, outdoor show in Texas? That's  it, y/n, blame the heat, not your own stupid ass for not telling Chris that you're too sick to dance in 8 inch heels.

The intro to Dead As Fuck begins, and my stripper pole raises from under the stage. Oh, this is really gonna suck. I can do this. I tighten my fist around the pole, wrapping my leg loosely around it and smoothly, circle my body around it's cold surface. The metal cools my skin, bringing some relief from my boiling temperature. I'm becoming more dizzy and there are black spots in my vision, but I focus on moving with the beat. Right on que, I dip my head, bending my body backward, till I'm face to, well, crotch with chris. He dips down, placing a rough kiss to my lips before stomping across the stage to finish the song. I rush to return my body right side up, bad idea.  The whole room is spinning again, while I'm  standing still. Only this time it doesn't stop, the black spots return to my eyes and I can't seem to catch my breath. The next thing I see are the bright stage lights shining in my face.

" hey, you okay"

" baby? Answer me, please"

I'm lifted in someone's strong, sweaty arms and carried to an air- conditioned room,backstage. My eye lids feel so heavy, my head hurts, I feel like I can't lift my limbs, maybe I should go to sleep.

" no no no. Baby, open your eyes" my boyfriend's  deep voice pulls me back, but I want to sleep. " tired" I mumble out, shutting my eyes again.

" I know you're tired,  but you can't sleep now. You keep those beautiful eyes open okay" he pleads, his voice is sad now, I must have scared him. " uh huh" is all I can respond with, but i manage to stay awake this time. As I notice the medic enter the room.

"No concussion, that's good "

" yeah, man she took a nasty fall"

The sound of chris and his band mates talking, brings me to wake up. That medicine they gave me must be really good, I feel like I've been asleep for days,  but the guys are still in their stage outfits. I move slowly, attempting to sit up, but a small pain, pulls me back down to the pillow.

" whoa, take it easy, pumpkin" he sounds much better now, as he moves to sit beside me on the bed.

" where am i?" I ask, looking around and not recognizing the room.

" a hotel room baby, figured it'd be more comfortable than the bunk." His smile is back and it brings one to my face too. He leans down to kiss my lips, much softer and deeper than he did on stage.

I can't help but let out a moan, receiving laughter from the other men in the room.

" how long are you guys gonna stand around my bed like a bunch of creepers?"

I question, just really wanting to be alone  with my man.

" yeah, guys, she's okay now. Beat it." Chris urges, and they exit the room, Chris moving behind them to lock the door.

" now, where we're we?"