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Can I be tagged in the next parts please?x

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Injuries Pt. 1 (Chris Motionless)

I’m planning on this to be at least two parts. This is my first story that I’ve written, so I would really appreciate any feedback:) thank you. The picture doesn’t belong to me. Warnings: None that I can think of:)

Part 2

     Motionless in White blasted through the speakers as the band performed their set at the Vans Warped Tour festival. Fans screamed along to the songs, some moshing, while others fought to get as close to the barricade as possible.

     “Thank you Warped Tour,” Chris began to say into the mic after the song had finished, “You’ve been fantastic. For our last song, we’re going to do a throwback. Don’t forget to visit our merch tent, and while you’re there make sure to say hi to our very lovely friend (Y/N). She’ll be out there selling all day, so show her a little love.”

     The crowd turned to face Motionless’ merch tent, which was directly across from the stage, where (Y/N) waved and gave a thumbs up to the band, and the crowd. She blew a kiss to Chris, which he caught with a cheeky grin.

     “Alright. This song is called Abigail, and I know that all of you know it. So I wanna hear you scream with me.” The song started and the crowd began to scream along with Chris as he sang.

     From the tent, (Y/N) jumped up and down, singing along with the fans. After a few moments, she turned to look at her friend, and fellow merchandise seller, Jessie, who had a smirk on her face.

     “What’s with the smirk?”

     “What was going on with you and Chris earlier?” The older of the two raised one of her eyebrows teasingly at the flustered girl.

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) picked up a t-shirt, and began folding it, trying desperately to look anywhere but her friend’s smirking face.

     Jessie walked over and took the folded shirt out of (Y/N)’s hands, and turned the shorter girl by her shoulders to face her. “I’m talking about that little shout out that he gave you.”

     “He was just telling people to say hi to me,” (Y/N) began to pick at her nails, a habit she had developed when she would get uncomfortable; and the suspicious stare that her friend was giving her was definitely making her uncomfortable.

     “He called you ‘our lovely friend’. Lovely, (Y/N).”

     “So? He’s called you stuff like that before,” she winced as she picked at a hangnail on her thumb, trying to ease her nerves. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

     Jessie started to dance around the tent singing, “(Y/N) and Chris. Sitting in a tree. F-U-C-,” (Y/N) quickly sprung forward and covered her friend’s mouth to keep her from finishing her song.

     “Shhh. Stop saying that!” There was a bright blush beginning to dust her cheeks, and she looked around to make sure that no one had heard what Jessie had been singing. Slowly uncovering the other’s mouth, (Y/N) backed away from her laughing friend, and went back to getting the table ready for all of the fans that were sure to come by after the set.

     Catching her breathe after her laughing fit, Jessie walked toward (Y/N), “Well, well. Looks like little (Y/N) has a crush on Chris.” She poked (Y/N) lightly in the ribs, trying to get a reaction.

     “Yeah? And so what if I do? Are you happy now? It doesn’t even matter. We’re just friends, and it’s not like he would ever return my feelings.” (Y/N) turned her eyes towards the stage where she could see the band rocking out. When her line of sight landed on Chris, she gave a sad, breathy laugh, and turned her attention back to folding shirts. “And I’m not a little girl.”

     Surprised by her friend’s confession, Jessie put her hand on the younger girl’s back to comfort her. “Hey. You don’t know that. You’re a great person, and any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.” After hearing the short, sarcastic laugh that (Y/N) gave, Jessie turned her so that they were facing each other. “I’m serious (Y/N). If Chris can’t see how perfect you are for him, then he’s an even bigger moron than Ryan when he was throwing those snowballs at the cops.” The memory of Ryan starting a snowball fight with everyone made (Y/N) laugh, and wipe at the tears that had begun to pool at her eyes.

     “Yeah. I guess. Let’s just talk about this later okay? The boys are about to finish, and then we are going to be mobbed by everyone wanting to buy stuff.”

     Hearing the sadness still laced in (Y/N)’s voice, Jessie decided to drop the subject, not wanting to upset the other girl any further. However, she didn’t believe that the two long-time friends were “just friends”. She had seen the looks that Chris would give (Y/N) when he thought no one was looking, and had noticed his protective nature towards her. Sure, all of the guys in the band were protective of the two girls. Over the years they had all become close friends, but there was always that extra look of adoration in Chris’ eyes when he would look at (Y/N). There was also the way that he would subconsciously push her behind him if there was ever a guy that was getting too friendly with her. All of this was a dead giveaway of the singer’s feelings.

     The two definitely had something between them, but both were either too shy, or too oblivious to acknowledge it. Jessie decided then and there that something had to be done. She hated seeing her best friend upset, and she was sure that the rest of the guys in the band felt the same way, since they all knew about (Y/N) and Chris’ unacknowledged feelings for each other. A plan began to form in her head, and she reminded herself to talk to the guys once they got offstage. She walked towards (Y/N) and began to help her organize the table, still formulating her plan of action to the two together. Plan Get (Y/N) and Chris Together was definitely a go.

Yay:) My first time writing about Chris, and my first time writing an imagine. I hope that it’s okay. If there’s any mistakes, or something that could be improved, I would love to hear from everyone. Part two should hopefully be out in the next couple days, if not tomorrow. It might be longer than two parts, but we will see how things go. I’m still getting used to Tumblr’s setup, so everything might be a little slow (my Masterlist, I still need to figure out how to work the ask box, messaging, etc.). Anyways, thank you for reading:)    ~Salem

Injuries Pt. 2 (Chris Motionless)

Here it is:) Gif not mine.  Part 1

     The boys walked off of the stage after their performance, laughing and patting each other on the back. So far, this show had been the craziest one of the entire tour. Adrenaline still pounded through Chris’ blood as he walked over to his tour manager to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     “Great shows guys! That was awesome. You have an interview in a few hours, but until then you’re free to do whatever you want.” Their tour manager said, handing each member a towel and water bottle. “Just be sure you’re all back at the bus before then.”

     They all nodded their heads and turned to hand their equipment to the techs. Once they had finished putting their instruments away, they walked down the stairs at the back of the stage.

     “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m going to go back to the bus and change. I wreak.” Vinny pulled his shirt away from his body and scrunched up his nose once he got a whiff of himself. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement and began to walk in the direction of their tour bus.

     “Actually I’m going to head over to the table and see if the girls need any help,” Chris pointed towards their merch table where he could see a huge crowd gathering.

     The rest of the guys looked at each other with smirks, trying to hold in their laughter. “And by see if they need help, you mean see if (Y/N) needs help… with anything.” Ryan winked at Chris which caused all of the guys to start laughing.

     “Haha. Funny,” Chris rolled his eyes at his friends. “You guys know how busy it gets at the table. Plus, I saw the crew unloading huge boxes from the trailer, and the girls probably need help unpacking all of them.”

     “Well let’s go then,” Ricky turned to walk towards their merch table with the rest of the guys following.

     “Wait… what?” Chris looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “I thought you were going back to the bus.”

     “Well we wouldn’t want our girls to be overwhelmed, would we? So we’re going to go help them out.” Ricky turned back to look at Chris, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Relax. We aren’t going to try to steal away your girl… Maybe.” The guys burst into fits of laughter, and continued to make their way to the table.

     Chris stared after his friends in shock. They wouldn’t really try anything with (Y/N). Would they? Shaking himself from his shock, Chris began to follow his friends to the table, grumbling something about putting bleach in shampoo bottles.

     When they got to the table, the band was met with the many cheers of their fans. This immediately brightened Chris’ mood, but what really put a smile on his face was when he caught sight of (Y/N), selling merch and taking pictures with some fans. He started to make his way over to say hi, but before he could reach her, Ricky, Vinny, and Ryan tackled her in a hug.

     “Hey guys,” the smaller girl laughed, hugging her three friends back, “What’s up?”

     “Oh you know. Playing shows, Meeting fans. Hugging pretty girls,” Vinny squeezed (Y/N) tighter, and smirked at Chris over her shoulder.

     “Shut up,” (Y/N) pushed the guys off of her and smiled up at them. When the guys feigned hurt looks for being pushed away, she laughed and said, “You know I love all of you, but you all need a shower.” They all laughed and made kissy faces at her before turning to hug Jessie, who had been watching Chris’ less-than pleased expression, and talking to Ghost.

     When she saw the boys walking towards her she said, “Oh hell no. I’m with (Y/N). You guys stink.” The three guys ignored her and started to chase her around the tent.

     With Vinny, Ricky, and Ryan chasing Jessie, Chris walked up behind (Y/N) and leaned forward to talk into her ear. “Hey.”

     (Y/N) spun around to look at Chris, “Hey.”

     “Do I have to take a shower before I hug you?”

     “Hmm… for you I guess I can make an exception.”

     Laughing, Chris stepped towards (Y/N), wrapping his arms around the smaller girl’s waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds before awkwardly pulling away from each other.

     Chris rubbed the back of his neck before offering to help (Y/N) with the growing line of people, which she agreed to. While they walked back to the line, they didn’t notice the five pairs of eyes watching their little moment.

     “We have to do something. This is getting ridiculous.” Jessie gestured towards Chris and (Y/N).

     “I know. They just need to get together already. Or at least go on a date.” Ryan took a bracelet from on of the merch boxes and started tossing it around. He threw it at Vinny, who wasn’t paying attention, which caused the drummer to stumble into a huge stack of boxes that had been haphazardly piled into the tent, and almost knocked them over.

     “Careful dude. If you make those boxes fall, it could really hurt someone.” Once the pile had stopped swaying, Ghost walked over to Vinny to move him away from the tower of merch and equipment boxes.

     “Maybe if one of them landed on their heads, it’d knock some sense into them.” Ryan nodded his head towards Chris and (Y/N), who had just finished taking a picture together for a fan.

     “ Are you nuts? If one of those things landed on (Y/N), it’d crush her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my friends to be, oh I don’t know, breathing,” Ricky inched away from the unstable pile, eyeing it wearily.

     “Guys, forget about the stupid boxes. There’s a more important matter to deal with. It’s obvious that those two are crazy about each other, but they’re too oblivious to even realize it.” Jessie rubbed her temples in exasperation “I think that it’s about time that they had a little outside help.” She looked up at the, hopefully, soon to be couple, and grinned.

     “I know that look. That’s your meddling look. What are you thinking?” Ghost turned to look at Jessie curiously.

     She looked over at Chris and (Y/N) to make sure that they weren’t paying attention, and motioned for the guys to form a circle. “We all know that Chris is really protective right?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, remembering all of the times that Chris had intervened when a guy was making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “But he also gets jealous pretty easily.” when the boys looked at her in confusion, she said, “oh come on guys. You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t noticed that every time one of you hugs (Y/N), he practically rips you apart with his eyes.”

     They all turned to look at (Y/N), who happened to be hugging a fan, with Chris standing off to the side. At first glance his expression was blank, but the guys could see the fire that was burning in his eyes.

     “Ok. Point taken. So what’s your plan?” Ricky, and the rest of the guys, leaned closer to hear Jessie.

     “We play a little game of jealousy my friends.” The wide grin that Jessie had on her face made all of the guys extremely nervous.

     “Are you trying to get us killed?” Vinny looked at her with wide eyes.

     “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not saying that you have to go make out with her. The object of the game is to get him jealous, not murderous. Just, you know, flirt a little. It shouldn’t really take all that long to get a reaction out of Chris. Piece of cake.”

     “With Chris, jealous and murderous might as well be the same thing,” Ricky mumbled, and after receiving a glare from Jessie he said, “I mean I guess. Whatever helps right?”

     “I call using the ‘Are you from Tennessee’ line.” Vinny raised his hands to call dibs on the cheesy pickup line.

     “What? No way dude. that’s my line. Use another one,” Ryan pushed Vinny’s hand down and the two began to argue about who’s pickup line it was.

     (Y/N) was walking towards the stack of boxes to get more shirts out when she saw Ryan grab Vinny in a headlock. Suddenly, Vinny pushed Ryan off of him and into the pile of boxes that (Y/N) was standing in front of. She watched with wide eyes as multiple, heavy boxes came falling directly on top of her, and she collapsed under the weight with a scream of pain, and surprise.

     She heard various voices scream, “(Y/N)!” before her head collided with the ground, and everything went black.

Finally! Part two. I’m so so sorry that this took so long. School has seriously been kicking my butt, and I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. So to make up for it, I tried to make this part a little longer than the last. ANYWAYS, as always, constructive criticism is always welcome:) I honestly have no idea when the next part will be up, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Thank you for reading.~Salem

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Hello everyone:) So I’m new to Tumblr, and I’m still figuring all of it out, so it might take me a little while to sort things out and get imagines posted. I currently have a Chris Motionless imagine in works, and I hope to have that posted soon. I will be taking requests, but again, I’m still getting used to Tumblr and its set up. I am very excited to be able to post my imagines and have them read by someone other than myself. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and any improvements that anyone thinks could help my writing are greatly appreciated, or even just some kind words:) Thanks:)  ~Salem

I enjoyed that part 1, keep up the good work!

Thank you😊