Goth boy and the haunted doll he picked up at the thrift store

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.

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. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia (and everyone else involved). Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: I know, two series at once but I couldn’t let this one go and I want to start it.. Plus I want to dip my toe in MIW fandom. I could be horrible, I could be, but I’m going to try. I have ideas!

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Parts:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight❗| Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve✨ | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty✨ | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two❗| Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six❗| Twenty-Seven❗| Twenty-Eight❗| Twenty-Nine | Thirty | Thirty-One | Thirty-Two | Thirty-Three | Thirty-Four | Thirty-Five✨ | Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Thirty-Nine | Forty | Forty-One | Forty-Two | Forty-Three | Forty-Four | Forty-Five✨ | Forty-Six✨ | Forty-Seven✨ | Forty-Eight | Forty-Nine✨ | Fifty | Fifty-One | Fifty-Two | Fifty-Three | Fifty-Four ❗| Fifty-Five❗| Fifty-Six❗| Epilogue

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AAAA THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE! 😭😭 Even though I suffer to nail his features I legit love drawing him 😭

Ok! One more for tonight but keep sending them in!!!

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I walked into the greenroom where everyone was hanging out before their show after just having taken pictures of After the Burial playing on stage and groaned. I had a massive crush on one Richard Olson and he was currently sat with his legs spread open and his left hand carding through his hair as his right hand scrolled on his phone. His muscles were on full display and I couldn’t help the burning desire that developed in my stomach. I didn’t have the guts to tell him how I felt at risk of my job but in that moment I couldn’t care. There was a week left on tour and I had already decided I couldn’t take the torture anymore so I wouldn’t be touring with them on their next tour. I stalked over to him and threw my leg over his lap and rested my weight on his legs so I was facing him.

“Richard, I swear to god if you don’t stop sitting like this I am not responsible for what I do to you.” I snapped. We had always had a flirty relationship, but it never went farther than that, so this was bold. He dropped his phone to the cushion next to him and placed his hands on my hips.

“Kylee, I can’t stop sitting like this if you are in my lap.” He said with a smirk.

“Then do something about it.” I challenged him. Suddenly I squeaked as I was flying to the side and being shoved into the couch, him placing his knee in between my legs to pin me there and his other foot holding himself up on the ground. He pressed his thigh into my core, and I had to bite back a moan. One of his hands held mine above my head and the other gripped my hip tightly, assuring I definitely couldn’t move. I groaned at the sudden movement pressing my back into one of the bars under the cushion uncomfortably and the smell of his Versace cologne wafting over me.

“Brat.” He murmured affectionately, his face mere inches from mine. If I leaned up a few more centimeters our lips would brush, and I was almost tempted to try but he licked the tip of my nose stunning me and moved back to his original position.

“Fuck you Olson.” I growled, scrambling off the couch and quickly retreating to the other side of the room, hiding my red face in my hoodie in a futile attempt to hide how turned on I was in that moment.

Y’ALL

📸: ricky’s instagram