Motionless In White: Imagines & Smut

Starlight Serenade

Motionless in White have been on tour for 11 straight months without a break and the Skype calls and text messages are tearing your heart in two.

Ricky was the one thing in life that made you actually happy but tour made you have second thoughts.

You met at a rundown gas station that no longer exists. He asked you for your number and you didn't hesitate to give it to him. From then on its been a smooth road.

(Text Messages)

R: are you okay? Everytime we talk you look sad.

Y/N: I'm fine, just overthinking

R: overthinking what?

Y/N: just work, had a bad review and I let it get to me

(End of Text Messages)

You just let your phone continue beeping and ringing, knowing that if you answered you would break down and tell him the truth.

Unfortunately Ricky forgot to get you a schedule for the tour and he still hasn't sent one despite the numerous times you've asked. So not only did you miss him but you didn't even know where he was or when he was coming back.

So letting the stress wear you down you finally decided to go to sleep. As you drifted off your thoughts of Ricky, work, and college floated away.

*around 2:00am*

"Baby, wake up." Ricky cooed into your ear.

"Ricky?" You asked not opening your eyes.

"Come on, I have a surprise, lets go." He continued urging you to get up.

"Oh my god, its really you!" You whisper yelled jumping out of your bed and into his arms.

"Shhhh" he shushed you while carrying you outside.

You didn't bother to make another noise as you nuzzled your head into his chest. You loved listening to the sound of his heart beating. He came to a halt and put you onto a blanket on the ground.

He soon positioned himself on the ground beside you and grabbed his acoustic. He strummed the chords a couple times before his beautiful voice came out of his soft, metal clad lips.

And the whole time you listened to his voice your thoughts swarmed your brain, causing tears to start streaming.

He continued his songs for a few minutes before stopping to look over at you. When he looked at your tear stained face he frowned.

"Why are you upset?" He asked, his voice raspy from singing.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I was having different thoughts about our relationship and now I feel stupid 'cause you did this and I am just so sorry." You cried.

"No, don't feel bad baby. I truly know how you feel, matter of fact, I've felt the same for a little while too." He confessed.

"Well, what are we gonna do? I don't want to break up, but what if that's the best thing for us?" You asked, tears streaming even more as you thought about your words.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't want to break up either but I don't want you to feel like a worthless item. I want you to be happy." Ricky said adding a small smile at the end of his sentence.

"I want you to be happy too. I don't want you to feel tied down. I fucking love you and I just want, oh I don't even know what I'm saying." You rambled.

"You're okay. I love you too. Maybe even more" he laughed "I think I have an idea." Ricky said looking into your eyes.

Oh, how you loved those bright blue orbs. They filled your day with joy and happiness.

"And what's that?" You asked curious of his idea.

"Why don't you come with me, you know, on tour. You could help with cooking since we're illiterate douchebags." He explained, a giant ass smile forming on his face.

"You're not illiterate douchebags, you just need to learn how to cook." You laughed, wiping tears off of your face.

"So? Do you want to?" He asked about his earlier question.

"Sure." You said hugging Ricky.

The hug turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into you two laying on the ground at 3:30 in the morning.

"I really love you. Please, don't ever forget that." Ricky said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

"I won't. I love you too." You replied, your voice still kind of shaky from crying.

"Well, we have to leave at 8 in the morning so we better start packing." Ricky said after a few minutes.

"Sounds good to me.  Beat you to the back door!" You yelled as you started running.

"That's not fair, you ran track in high school!" Ricky yelled back, running as fast as he could still not catching up.

As he neared the back door, which you had already beat him to, you turned around and laughed.

"Why are you so sweaty?! Oh my gosh!" You said in between laughs.

"Shut up, you know damn well that I suck at anything to do with running." He grumbled with a small smile.

"Awh, poor little Ricky can't run." You mock pouted.

He then pushed you against the back door and whispered in your ear.

"He may not be able to run but he can fuck the hell out of you."

"Really? Want to prove that?" You  whispered back cockily.

"No, we got to go in a few." He replied pushing all sillyness aside.

"Okay, lets get to it then." You replied pushing open the door.

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♡Author's Note♡

Hai! Sorry for being a shitty updater but here's what I got: I started my AP classes and I've had a shit ton of homework. Therefore, I cannot update very regularly until I've passed the first class.

Okay aside from my poor excuses, please follow, vote, and comment.

Question: Would you like this imagine to become a series of imagines that I can squeeze into this book? Like with various parts?

Also, sorry for the short one, a longer one will be next!