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18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

😭😭😭😭😭

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

OKAY I LOVE THIS WAY TOO MUCH

frank langdon + tags (2/∞

BRO THIS IS SO ME ALWAYS??? Anyone else????

Found on a post by @fic-dumpster

me when I click on a fic tagged x reader but in the end it's an x oc (I was tricked)

When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

THIS IS SO GOOD

Play House Pt 2

Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Dandy always makes you play House with him whenever you visit.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smut

Part 1 Masterlist

The LONGGGG awaited Part 2!!

It had been two peaceful weeks since the last time you had seen Dandy and you couldn’t get him out of your head. Every night in your dreams, the scene of what might have happened had you not been interrupted played in your mind. Your feelings were conflicted and you didn’t want to return to that house until you knew what you wanted. With every single call to your home, you regretted being nice to him more and more. He demanded you to return to him, offering more and more money to your mother. You knew she needed it but she declined because of your wishes. But she had run out of excuses for you now and you had to go back.

Your mother drove you once more towards the house much grander than your own and you felt nervous. Dandy had always been unpredictable but you were worried how he would act with you now. The car had stopped but you still hadn’t got out yet. Your mother turned to you, “It’s just one night, what’s the worst that can happen. I’ll make sure to come by as early as I can to pick you up, okay?” You didn’t respond, just nodded in agreement and stepped out, hesitantly walking up to the door as you heard your mother’s car driving away. You lightly knocked on the door, looking down at your feet as you waited for someone to answer.

Dandy’s mother opened it this time and she looked relieved to see you, “Oh thank goodness, Dandy has been having one of his tantrums today and I just know that seeing you will put him in a good mood.” Before you could even say hello, she dragged you inside and closed the door, calling out, “Dandy, come look who’s here.” You heard a thud and then a door being opened and Dandy’s voice replying, “I don’t care mother, leave me alone.” His mother, not wanting to spoil the surprise, continued, “But she’s come all this way, just to see you dear.” You heard heavy footsteps as if he was stomping his way over to the stairs where he could see you standing next to his mother.

Almost instantly, his whole demeanour changed and he perked up. He practically ran down the stairs, excitement on his face, then anger, turning to his mother, “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming, I needed time to prepare.” His mother stuttered but Dandy ignored her in favour of taking your hand and leading you upstairs towards his room. The doors to his playroom were open as you were dragged past it and you saw everything was tipped over and thrown all over the floor. Dandy opened his bedroom door and was only too happy to pull you in and lock the door behind you. He turned to you, a strange smile on his face, “Oh, it has been far too long, hasn’t it.” You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t think of anything to say. Your mind was reeling from what had just happened within the span of the last 2 minutes and how you’d gone so quickly from being safe outside the doors to being trapped in Dandy’s bedroom once again with no ways of escaping until early morning.

If Dandy was agitated by your lack of response, he didn’t show it, seemingly all too content with just having you back in his presence once more. He stayed close to you, keeping you cornered against the wall, his hands pressed flat either side of your waist to stop you from moving away. He leaned his face in close and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your neck. Your chest rose and fell quicker than normal, your nerves getting the better of you. Dandy seemed to be entranced by the movement of your breasts rising upwards, having them spilling out over the top of your corset style dress that was tapered in at the waist and layers of soft fabric flowed over the curve of your hips and down past your knees to your mid calf. It was a modest dress with short puff sleeves and one your mother had bought you for your birthday last year. It seemed wearing it was a mistake as Dandy slowly licked his bottom lip, eyes slowly raking over your plump form, “Such a delightful body, I wanna see what it looks like underneath it all.” He grinned and your eyes widened, “N-now hold on a minute Dandy, you have to charm a lady first.” You were panicking, you weren’t the type of girl who just went about stripping for the first guy who asked. Dandy raised a confused eyebrow, “But darling, I’ve already charmed you, you’re my wife remember and we need to make a baby to start playing a proper game of house don’t we?”

You let out a nervous laugh and raised your hand, “But Dandy if I’m your wife I would have a wedding ring and since there is no ring on my finger, I can’t play the role of your wife. A-and it would be improper to engage in such activities before marriage, wouldn’t you agree?” Dandy said nothing but his brow was furrowed and you wondered if you had perhaps pushed your luck with his seemingly bipolar personality. He sighed and pushed himself back away from you, smoothing his hair back with his hand, “Hm I suppose you’re right, wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.” He walked out of the room and headed down the corridor into another room. You stood still for a moment wondering whether it would be worth it to try and leave but your thoughts drifted back to your mother and how much she needed this money. Your father had passed away a few years ago and ever since your mother had been struggling to make ends meet for the two of you, even with both of you working. If you did as you were told and stayed the night, Mrs Mott had promised your mother a lot of money to compensate for your company. As much as you found him insufferable, you knew there was worse situations to be in, so you decided you’d suck it up and deal with it for your mother.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shoes clicking on the marble floor outside. Dandy re-entered the room with his hands behind his back. You moved away from the wall and Dandy took your left hand into his, keeping his other behind his back. He had a large grin on his face, the sight of which stirred up your nerves as you could only imagine what he had planned that would make him so giddy. He bounced forward on his feet and giggled to himself, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand as he went down onto one knee, bringing up his other hand to show off a small navy blue velvet covered box. You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping your mouth at the sight of it, putting two and two together. Your right hand came up to place itself on your chest, as if you could try to stop your heart from racing on the outside. You swallowed as Dandy let go of your hand to open the box, revealing a very beautiful ring inside of it. You couldn’t deny that it was a lovely ring and it looked incredibly expensive, “Oh my, Dandy I-”

Dandy grinned at your reaction, mistaking your nervousness for excitement, “I know dear, nothing but the best for my darling wife.” He took the ring out of the box and placed it upon your ring finger, his grip was firm enough you didn’t dare attempt to pull your hand away from him. As Dandy stood up, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hand, the ring felt a bit tight on your finger but not uncomfortably so, perhaps you just weren’t used to wearing much jewellery as you couldn’t afford to buy real gold and silver. As you lifted your hand to look at the ring, you noticed the ring band held small diamonds all around it as well as the main stone which was a soft oval shape. Your words caught in your throat as your mouth gaped, your finger held probably a years worth of rent right then. Your eyes drifted back to Dandy who was staring at you with a huge grin on his face, his hands clasped behind his back, seemingly very pleased with your reaction, “I knew you’d love it, though still not as beautiful as you, my love.”

“Oh Dandy, this is too much, especially for a game,” if possible, Dandy’s grin only widened, “Well that’s just it, I don’t want to play a game anymore. I want you as my betrothed, picture it, my darling wife.”

Your eyes felt as though they were going to pop out of their sockets, you were in such disbelief, ‘what is happening?!’ you thought to yourself. “You can’t possibly be serious, I’m no one, we just played together a few times as kids! You want me to be your wife? You could have anyone why me?!” From the sudden anger in Dandy’s eyes, you wondered if you’d perhaps said the wrong thing. Dandy took a single step closer, but it was enough to close the distance between you. You didn’t dare to open the gap again in fear of riling him up further. Dandy looked over your face, his hand coming up to lightly brush the back of his knuckles over your cheek. “I don’t have to explain myself, I want you my dear and I will do everything in my power to have you. I would give you everything you desired.” Your heart was sure to thump its way out of your chest, you couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Before you could think of a response, he continued, “There’s something different about you, you’re not like other people, you’re special. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, the best woman a man could wish for and I deserve nothing but the best. I will settle for no one else.”

Your cheeks flushed as he spoke, he was so passionate about this, about you. His words were genuine and you couldn’t deny the warm feeling you felt in your stomach from the way he spoke so fiercely about you. Your brain was unable to form a competent reply and so in the heat of the moment, spurred on by his declaration of affection, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Your kiss was soft and gentle, your hand lightly pressed on his broad chest. You slowly pulled away, eyes opening to watch out for Dandy’s response wondering if you had made the worst mistake of your life. You couldn’t help it though. In all your years, you’d never heard someone, much less a handsome man, talk about you with such desire, such passion. You couldn’t deny, it moved you and you felt like he deserved some kind of reward for that at least. Dandy seemed to be frozen until his eyes slowly opened, his brown hues alight with a deep fire. Your mouth opened with the intention of asking if he was alright but you were interrupted by his hands cupping the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a much deeper kiss, his tongue seeking out yours for a battle of dominance. Obviously, he won and as much as you’d refuse to admit it, he was a very good kisser. His lips were soft and his clean shaven face meant there wasn’t any stubble scratching against your chin. Before you could stop it, a soft moan left your mouth. Dandy halted for a moment before he started moving closer towards you, making you move backwards until your legs unexpectedly hit the back of his large bed. You fell back and Dandy was quick to move atop of you, one hand laid next to your head, the other still cupped your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over your face, “Such beauty. And it’s all mine.”

“Dandy wait I-” a breathy gasp escaped you, cutting off your sentence as the man in question had started kissing down the side of your neck. It felt nice, really nice actually, and your hands hesitantly placed themselves on Dandy’s shoulders, feeling the hard muscle underneath his buttoned shirt. You felt his hands wriggling underneath your back to pull at the strings of your corset and with each tug of his hand, the fabric became looser around your torso. Without thinking, or perhaps you knew what you were doing but didn’t want to admit it, you arched your back to give his hands the access they needed to compete the task easier. This meant your breasts had lifted towards Dandy’s face which he seemed only too happy about as you felt his hands move faster as they got closer to the top. You felt relief as the corset was fully loosened, until Dandy’s hands pulled the dress down from the waist to bunch the fabric up around your hips. Your torso was now fully exposed.

Your face turned red and your hands immediately covered your breasts, “Dandy!” Said man made quick work of grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand, enjoying watching you squirm to try to pull yourself from his grip. His strength impressed and terrified you at the same time as he made holding you down seem easy. His free hand slowly cupped your breast and you heard a shuddered gasp leave his lips. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me, do you understand. You’re my wife now, I am your husband and it’s my right to touch you, to please you. And I will please you.” His words silenced you once more and you could only watch him caress your chest, pressing your lips together to stop any sounds from coming out and encouraging him.

It didn’t take long for his mouth to join in, a muffled moan filling the silence as he sucked on your exposed nipple. Your thighs pressed themselves together as his actions had spread a warm feeling throughout your body, settling in your lower stomach. The more he continued, the more you felt an unfamiliar ache grow between your legs. “We shouldn’t be doing this..” Dandy ran his hands down your sides, his touch being surprisingly gentle as he did so, stopping to grab your hips. “If you don’t want this then push me away.” You glanced down at him and it was at that point you realised he was no longer holding your wrists up and you moved your hands down. Seeing this, Dandy switched sides to attack your other nipple, the sensation forcing a moan out of you. Instinctively, your hand buried itself in the back of his hair. His teeth grazed against it in a soft bite and your reflex had you pulling on Dandy’s hair before you realised what you were doing. Your actions drew a long moan from Dandy and so you curiously pulled again, harder this time.

Dandy rushed to get off the bed, his hands going for your dress as he stood up. He quickly but carefully pulled the dress off you completely to throw to the side, his next target being your stockings and shoes. After removing those from your body, his fingers made quick work of the buttons down his shirt. You felt a little self conscious as his eyes raked over your almost completely naked form as he undressed himself but you remembered his words and didn’t hide yourself this time, not wanting to upset him. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he shrugged it off and threw it in another direction, making a separate pile for his clothes.

There was no denying that Dandy was conventionally attractive. He was tall, handsome and now you had proof that he was in great shape as well. Had his personality been a little more, stable shall we say, he would’ve been the complete package. Looking at his toned muscles, especially his abs and biceps, had you blushing and you curled your fingers into fists to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. Dandy saw you checking him out and practically crooned like a bird in mating, flexing for you as you looked over him. A large smirk stretched over his lips as he slowly undid his belt, very much enjoying the way your eyes followed his fingers as he did so.

His impatience outweighed his need to have his ego stroked and he made quick work of stepping out his trousers, kicking his socks and shoes off as he did. Both of you were left in your underwear. Unconsciously, your gaze found its way down to stare at his tight white undies and the bulge sticking out. His movement caught you off guard and you leaned up onto your forearms as Dandy started flexing into poses to show off his body. “What do you think?”

“Um, I think..” He returned to his previous position leaning over you and staring deep into your eyes, waiting for your answer. You decided to be honest with him, “I think you’re very handsome. Much too handsome to be interested in a girl like me.” Your voice was a soft whisper as you spoke. You couldn’t tell if Dandy was confused, angry or speechless, perhaps it was a mix of all three. You were stunned as you saw his eyes watering, why was he crying? His lips curved into an unnerving smile, his hand coming up to pet your hair, “I think I love you (Y/N).” Was there something wrong with your ears or did he really just say that? You barely knew the guy! Sure, you knew each other as kids but that was a long time ago and clearly a lot had changed since then, like Dandy’s psychotic tendencies.

Just as you started your disagreement, you were kissed once more, his mouth swallowing any words you’d planned on saying. His movements were more rushed. Erratic. His hands started grabbing at your skin as if trying to commit every curve to memory. You barely registered Dandy moving himself between your legs. He wouldn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he was back to kissing you, it was turning your brain to mush. A soft touch along the waistline of your panties sent a shiver down your spine. As much as the rational side of you knew that you should’ve shut this down ages ago, a much more curious side of you had taken charge and was allowing Dandy to take control over you. It had felt good so far, it could only get better right?

During your thoughts, Dandy had shuffled his hand into your panties and his middle finger reached down to lightly trace the curve of your lips before pushing down to separate them, exposing your pussy to his eager fingers. His fingertip found your clit pretty easily, applying a gentle pressure before slowly moving around in circular motions. Your body took charge over your conscious and spread your legs a little wider, soft pants leaving your lips as you held onto his shoulders. His mouth had grown bored of your lips and found its way back to your breasts. The combination of teasing to your breasts and clit had you melting into the bedsheet fairly quickly; a lot quicker than you hoped. But you couldn’t help it. You’d touched yourself before but it didn’t feel as good as this, as good as Dandy was making you feel.

Dandy felt on cloud nine. No, higher than that. He had the girl of his dreams in his bed, with his ring on her finger and his hand in her panties. He’d waited too long for you to come around to see him again and he was determined to give you a damned good reason to not want to leave again. Even if you did try to leave, he wouldn’t let you, not now that you were his. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you as his fingers sped up a little. He took in every gasp and moan. He followed the curve of your neck as your head tilted back and traced the swell of your breasts with his eyes. You were perfect, just like he knew you would be.

Your pants grew louder as the warm feeling in your stomach turned into a tingling sensation, your lower half starting to squirm. Dandy didn’t stop, his fingers kept at it, not daring to disrupt as he watched your hands try to grab at the bedsheets before giving up and throwing your arms over your head. A small whine followed by a short cry bubbled in your throat, feeling yourself climax from Dandy’s fingers. You immediately felt too hot and tired, your chest heaving as Dandy moved his fingers down to coat them in your cum. He turned your face with his clean hand to look at him as he brought his other hand up to his mouth. The eye contact had you turning red with embarrassment as you watched him suck your juices from his fingers. “Just as sweet as you, my darling.”

He crawled over you, settling between your legs once more, placing your thighs over his hips. He lowered his crotch, pressing his clothed erection against your wet panties. You pressed your lips together to avoid making any sound, though it did feel good. That was the worst part about this situation. You were enjoying everything he was doing and you felt ashamed at the fact you wanted more. ‘Screw it,’ you thought, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for another passionate kiss. He let out a whiny moan into your mouth as he started grinding against you. Your hips shifted underneath as that achy feeling had returned tenfold. Dandy’s movements suddenly slowed and now the friction wasn’t enough to get you close but enough to leave you wanting more. A series of whines left your mouth, trying to lift your own hips to set a new pace but the way Dandy was holding you down with his own body made it impossible.

Dandy was thoroughly amused by your impatience and chuckled in your ear, “What’s the matter love?” You huffed and tried again to move your hips, “I-I want more.” Dandy brushed his lips along your neck, his hands moving to your thighs to possessively grab at your skin, red marks being left behind. “More what? I’ll do anything for you darling, but you have to tell me.” You threw your head back in frustration, closing your eyes to avoid his gaze, “I want you to fuck me. Please!” He let out a deep groan into your ear, “Say it again.” His hips jerked against your own with a newfound ferocity and you sighed in relief. Dandy whined, “Say those words again (Y/N)”

“I want you to fuck me!” You didn’t intend to shout it but he was teasing you and it was making you frustrated. Dandy visibly shuddered from your words and in what felt like milliseconds, Dandy had both of your underwear off of you and throw to the side to join the scatters of clothes already littering the floor. You couldn’t help yourself to look at his dick, needing to see what exactly you had just asked for. Not that you had other experiences to compare it to but it certainly looked bigger than you were expecting. Dandy held eye contact with you as he rubbed his cock down between your pussy lips, wanting to watch every moment of this. You started squirming again after a few moments and Dandy was all too happy to pick up the pace, lining himself up. You gasped and your hand reached out to place against his chest, “Wait! I-It’s my first time, be gentle.” Your words only spurred him on more. He got to be the one to deflower you, to be the one and only man to see you like this, to touch you like this. It was almost enough to send him over the edge right then. He grabbed your hand on his chest and lifted it up to press a kiss to your palm, “Of course, princess.”

He pushed forward and almost immediately your back arched at the feeling. It burned but in a good way? It was painful to start but it was slowly filling your ache inside you. He halted in his movements, watching your face twist in agony, his heart caught in his chest. He forced himself to stay still though his body wanted nothing more that to ruin you for other men at that moment. But if he didn’t wait it would ruin the experience between the two of you and he didn’t want that. No, he only wanted to be associated with pleasure. Maybe some pain but not unwanted pain. A few moments went by with Dandy remaining frozen until you experimentally moved your hips. The burning hadn’t gone completely but it had lessened and there was a new feeling building. One that had your toes curling it was so good.

Dandy took your movements as a green light and slowly thrust himself deeper, forcing a moan from you. He was addicted to your sounds, thrusting deeper inside to elicit even more from you. You twisted your head to try to push it into the pillows beneath, your hands grasping handfuls of the covers underneath you. Dandy held the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up, creating a new position that had him angling into you to hit spots you didn’t know existed. A loud cry left you as he went faster, it felt amazing. Your hands come up over your head to grab onto the headboard, feeling like you needed to ground yourself somehow. Dandy’s eyes were glued on you, trying to burn the image of you taking his cock into his brain. You felt so good around him, he wasn’t sure he was going to last very long.

He leaned down whilst still keeping a harsh pace, “Does it feel good (Y/N)? Do you love the way your husband pleasures you?” You didn’t answer him, you couldn’t. Your mind was mush and all you could focus on was the oncoming orgasm you felt approaching. A series of pants and soft moans left you, slowly growing in volume. Dandy fucked you harder, only too eager to help you finish. His own orgasm was fast approaching too and he was quickly won over on the notion of you finishing together. His moans merged with yours and it was difficult to tell who was who as you both came close.

Your stomach moved up and down as you felt yourself right on the edge, when Dandy forced himself deep inside you, pushing you right over. Your legs shook as you came, turning your face to hide it in your arm and muffle the long moan that left your mouth. His own moan echoed in your ear as he leaned over you, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other. You gasped as you felt something warm inside you and it was then your brain unfuzzed itself and the reality of what just happened hit you. Your mouth felt incredibly dry. He had just came inside you without protection. You stayed frozen as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your neck. He didn’t pull out, apparently content with staying exactly where he was for the time being.

Your hand hesitantly came up to stroke his dark hair and a pleased sigh filled your ears. Dandy hummed, “I love you (Y/N), my dear wife.” You mentally groaned and slammed your head into the pillow. You sighed, you know what? You were exhausted, you could deal with all of this after you’d had some sleep. You made a move to roll out from underneath him but Dandy had seemingly already fallen asleep on top of you. You groaned, what exactly had you just gotten yourself into? Dandy’s arms wrapped tighter around you, holding you closer and a soft mumble of “mine” was barely heard in the silence. The hand in his hair, you gently ran your fingers through it, looking around the room. Okay, maybe it wasn’t completely horrible but certainly not where you expected it to end up. You looked down again at the ring on your finger, would this really be so bad?

50 posts!

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first time actually drawing axl

Has anyone listened to hallelujah cover Richie did? IT'S SO GOOD!!!!! he posted it on his twitter if anyone is interested 🎸💜☮️❤️‍🔥🎸

@hollywoodroses

I couldn't have said it better myself

How Bon Jovi entered my life

oh.my.gosh. THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD!!!!! I DESPERATELY NEED A UPDATE😭🤌😭🤌😭

Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Daryl Dixon x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 4.06

Hearing footsteps approaching, you pick up your gun that was on the bed beside you, heart beating rapidly in your chest. You try your hardest to listen to what is being said, but there’s still ringing in your ears from the explosions and gunfire.

“Y/n?”

Swiping at your eyes, you try to hide the tears on your face. “Glenn!”

After getting shot, you went back to your old cell to gather supplies. The original escape plan never worked, so you needed to think of a new one quickly. Jace only had a few scratches, so he was mainly okay. When you found him, the car seat he was strapped into was on its side. Thankfully, the plastic at the top shielded his head, so only his arm and leg scraped off the concrete.

It could have been worse.

Beside Jace was the body of a kid, a boy who looked no more than seven with a bullet hole in his chest.

Glenn slides the cell door open; a sheepish brunette stands not far behind him. You didn’t recognize her. “I’m so glad…” Glenn’s eyes widen when he notices the blood on the floor. “Are either of you bitten?”

“No, I got hit in the shoulder. I came back inside to try to try and stop the bleeding, but I needed to make sure there weren’t any walkers before finding something to put over it.

Hearing movement in the cot, Glenn steps over and smiles while looking into it. “Hey Jace, buddy, I’m so glad to see you.”

The brunette stands awkwardly, not knowing where to look.

“What’s your name?”

“Tara.“

Glenn hands her an empty backpack. “Our cell block hasn’t been affected by the blast. There’s a pantry on the first door to the left of the door we came in.”

“Uh, yeah,” she takes the bag and goes to stock up on what little supplies you had.

“How deep is it?”

“The bullet went straight through, and it’s near the top, so I don’t think it hit anything vital.” You whine, trying to readjust your position.

Pulling your top down at the shoulder, Glenn frowns. “I’m going to get a first aid kit, then we need to go; this block will be crawling with walkers soon.”

—

You, Glenn, and Tara made it through the prison yard and onto the main road by the skin of your teeth. The courtyard was scattered with bodies; the only silver lining was most of the walkers being distracted while devouring the corpses.

“Hold him, would ya?” You don’t give Glenn a chance to respond before handing him Jace.

“No problem.”

You scan the area for other survivors. “I need to change this top; it’s drenched in blood.”

Usually you would have felt weird being semi-nude in front of Glenn and a woman you’ve just met, but now wasn’t the time to care. You were all out of breath, but there was no time to spare. You shrug off the jacket and remove the scarf Glenn tied over your shoulder.

“I’ll help you,” Tara turns and meets your eyes. She comes over and helps you remove the t-shirt you had on and tosses it on the ground. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“In my bag.”

Without saying anything else, she goes into the bag and retrieves it. There wasn’t much inside it, a few bandages, plasters, and disinfectant wipes. You take one of the wipes so you could use it to clean Jace’s scratches later. When Tara starts to clean the wound, you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. The prison was surrounded by woods; it would be near impossible to try and find all your people, but if you screamed, the walkers would definitely find you.

“Did you see if any of our people got out?” Glenn asks.

“All I saw was my sister in that field.”

You all remain silent as she finishes putting the banged on and then helps you into a different T-shirt. You shoved whatever you could into your backpack, mainly formula, but knowing the bloodstained clothes would smell so strongly to the dead, you grabbed the first one you saw, which was a vest that belonged to Daryl.

“She wasn’t supposed to be there,” Tara says as the three of you start to walk uphill. “She had a gun, but they just swarmed her. I did it for him; I trusted him. And then he just killed that old man.”

Glenn spins on his heels, a devastated look on his face. “Hershel? Was his name Hershel?”

Oh shit.

“I forget you weren’t there,” and as soon as his intense gaze locks with yours, the emotion spills over again, and you start to sob. “The governor took Michonne and Hershel. Rick tried to reason with him, but he killed Hershel in front of us; that’s what started all this. I’m so sorry.”

“Brain, that man told us you were bad people. I know it’s not true. I can see it’s not, so what we did, what I did… I mean, I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help?” Tara turns and starts walking away.

“Because you’re alive, and like it or not, we need each other.”

“I have to find Maggie.”

Tara faces Glenn, her eyes glistening with tears. “Who’s Maggie?”

“My wife.”

“You guys got separated?”

“I was on the bus, and then I got off to help, and she didn’t see me.”

“How do you know if she made it?”

“Our people are survivors,” you say softly. “We’ve already lost too many people. We need to believe the ones we love are still alive—walkers.”

Glenn hands Jace back to you and starts stabbing the walkers coming out of the tree line in the head. Tara quickly joins him, but you struggle to know what to do. You pick up a branch that’s lying on the side of the road and do your best to whack walkers on the head while struggling to hold your baby.

An army truck drives up along the road and stops inches away from Tara. You drop the branch and pull out your gun; you hadn’t even checked to see if it still had bullets in it. “What do you assholes want?”

Two men and a woman get out of it. A redheaded man chuckles, “You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you. What else have you got?”

—

Your first opinion of the people in the truck was mainly right. Assholes. The redheaded man was called Abraham, and he treated killing walkers like a sport. He was smiling while doing it.

“So what happened to you?” Rosita asks. She was traveling with the two men in the truck, and from what interactions you observed, she was in a relationship with Abraham.

“Our home was attacked. We made it out but lost track of the rest of our people.”

Before she can ask anything else, Glenn suddenly wakes up. He goes to sit up, but you stop him, “Hey, take it easy. You’ve been out for some time.”

Tara hands him a water bottle. “Drink.”

He inhales sharply, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. Away from the walkers starting to close in on us.” A horde from the prison had started migrating back towards the woods; you had no choice but to go with the strangers you had just met.

He tries to stand up. “Did we pass the bus?”

“Yes, and sit down before you fall out of this truck!”

“What did you see? What did you see?"

You look towards the tree line, not wanting to see how his face would fall. “Everyone on it was dead, but I didn’t see Maggie. Rick, Carl, Daryl, and Sasha… none of them were on the bus.”

You didn’t want to use the phrase ‘our people’ because it would be disrespectful to those that died, but none of the people you considered family was on the bus. You lean back against the metal barrier behind you, holding Jace close to your chest.

“We need to get off.”

“We can’t—“

“We need to get off!”

Glenn was now screaming for them to stop the truck, but all you could think about was keeping Jace safe. You needed to find your brother, nephew, and Daryl, but right now your son came first.

“Unless you want every walker within a mile to hear us, you need to quiet down. I know this is hard, but we need to regroup before doing anything.”

“We should be on this truck; we should be looking for our people!”

“I know, I know,” you struggle to hold back tears. “Believe me, I know how it feels knowing they are out there, but we have no ammo or transport of our own. I need to go with whatever is the safest choice at the moment for Jace.”

“So you’re just giving up?”

“Of course not. That’s my brother, nephew, and… Daryl that’s out there. Not to mention the rest of our friends, but I can’t take my baby into the woods unless I know I can protect him.”

Glenn’s expression softened slightly. “So what’s our plan?”

“Right now we try to rest while on this truck. At some point we will go by somewhere that will have some type of supplies or a vehicle. Once we have that secured, then we go find our people.”

—

Daryl knew he was being too rough on Beth; she was just a teenager. But she was also the only person who had escaped with him; she had been irritating him for days, and now she was the sole target of his outburst. It’s not until Beth stabs the walker he has pinned to a tree Daryl realizes how much of a jackass he is being.

He and Beth had been stuck together since escaping the prison and staying in a small cabin together. Adding in the fact they had been drinking hooch, they were bound to clash at some point.

Beth looks at the walker he had been continuously shooting arrows at. “If anyone found my dad—“

“Don’t,” Daryl snaps. “It’s not even remotely the same.”

“Killing them is not supposed to be fun.”

Her comment fuels his anger; none of this was a game to him. He was trying his damn hardest to keep her alive. Daryl steps closer to her. “What do you want from me, girl?”

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit!”

He’s taken aback by the brutality of the statement. Did she really think he didn’t care? That wasn’t true. “Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.”

Daryl tries to hide the fear in his voice, but it doesn’t work. He pushes Beth away from him when she reaches for his arm, “You know nothing.”

“I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I’m not Michonne. I’m not Carol. I’m not y/n.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not Maggie. I’ve survived, and you don’t get it because I’m not like you or them. But I made it. And you don’t get to treat me like crap because you’re afraid!”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing,” he says, trying to convince himself more than the young blonde.

Beth’s eyes glisten with tears. “I remember. When y/n and Glenn went on that supply run and didn’t come, Michonne turned up and said they had been taken. I remember how scared you were. You were like me. And now God forbid you let anybody get too close.”

She was wrong again; he let y/n in. She was the only person he wanted close to him.

“Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends; you can’t even shed a tear. Your whole family’s gone, and all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch.”

“Don’t say that.”

The two of them step even closer, to the point they are yelling in each other's face. “It’s the truth. They are all gone!”

“Screw you,” Beth hisses. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it! They're gone. All of them. You ain’t ever going to see Maggie again.”

“Don’t say that; you don’t know that they are dead!”

“The governor rolled right up to our gates.” Feeling his emotions starting to bubble over, Daryl turned to face the other way; he wasn’t going to let her see him cry. “Maybe if I hadn’t stopped looking. Maybe because I gave up, that’s on me.”

“Stop.”

Beth tries to hug him, but he pushes her back; the only person he’s let be affectionate towards him for years is gone. He didn’t want to feel that from anyone else. “I should have done something. Now I’ve lost them all. Rick, Carl, and Glenn, y..”—he struggles to say her name. “Y/n told me she loved me, and I never said it back. And now I’ll never get the chance to tell her.”

Regardless of what he wants Beth hugs him from behind. “You don’t know that.”

“I lost her. And Jace. He could be out there with nobody keeping him safe and y/n going crazy trying to find him.” He sobs, “She would never have left the prison without him; she would have stayed behind until she found him. I should never have left.”

“Daryl…”

“I tried to look for them, but I couldn’t; I couldn’t find her.”

He couldn’t find his family.

So I was planning on starting writing the fan fiction on Thursday but I passed out at the gym ✌

You guys seriously need to read this, it's so good. The writing, the plot, it's just🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

Savior

Richie Sambora x Reader

A/N: This might turn into a series??? I dunno. Never planned to make fanfiction on this blog but its whatever xD This takes place just before he joined Bon Jovi. 

Warnings: Violence, Language, (almost) Rape

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a scary situation when a tall dark man comes to her rescue.

IF RAPE TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY PLZ DO NOT READ!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

18+ please!

Keep reading

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@unknownperson246

Part 7!!!

Help me🎸💜🎸💜🎸

THIS IS SO FUNNY WHAT THE HECK 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm gonna start saying this😭😭😭😭😭

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

Thank you so much @nikkisixxsmissingpick for writing this amazing fanfic 💜💜💜🎸🎸

SWEET ANGEL

Warnings: none really, it's just very sweet.... And short this was a ask by @richardsamboramylove55

Richie was pissed, he didn't even know why, but he was very pissed. The man traced the cup mouthpiece with his pointer, his eyebrows were furrowed and a little pout on his lips.

Then a blonde head walks in the room, Richie looks with the corner of his eyes and sees Jon, his friend. He sits on the chair by Richie's side and tilts his head just like a confused puppy.

"What is it Jon?" Richie says quietly as if he doesn't wanna talk with one single person by now, but deep down he knows why he's so pissy.

He misses you.

"Dude.... You know the tour is almost over right?" Jon says with a little smile always the charming, huh? Richie thinks to himself.

"I..... I know.... And that's the problem..... It's not that I don't want to see her again after almost a year.... But I'm anxious"

Richie says in a whisper almost, looking down at his glass, his eyes suddenly start to get blurry as tears start to wheel up in them.

The man let's out a shaky breath as Jon rubs slow circles on his back, trying to comfort him somehow.

"I can tell you're anxious, you're shaking more than when you got up in stage for the first time..."

The blonde recalls the day smiling softly

"And even after that you performed amazingly.... And for that matter you might have a little surprise for the next show"

Richie looks at him like he's batshit crazy, one eyebrow raised and lips pressed in a fine line, but he just sighs and nods lightly.

NEXT WEEK

It was show day and one thing echoed in Richie's mind, the words of his friend Jon " you might have a little surprise". It felt like the longest five minutes of his life, his heart beated unsteadily inside his chest and it felt like he was gonna explode.

He grabbed his guitar and slowly made his way to the stage, his anxiety over the top and when he got up on the stage he saw her, the prettiest girl of his life, she looked just like an angel, her face delicate like porcelain and so sweet to look at, it was you. Relief came to him and he smiled softly waving at you, some groupies screamed thinking it was for them, but you knew the true, you knew it was for you, do you sent him a little kiss and his smile got wider, and then the show begin.

Richie was way calmer then before, knowing he has a sweet little angel taking care of him on the crowd.

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

I meant to say Rick petko freaking autocorrect 😭😭😭😭😭

Does anyone write for reality TV people because I am in dire need of some Rick Peter fanfics and there are absolutely NONE😭😭😭😭😭

RICHIE MY HUSBAND! no but seriously Can talk about how amazing this is!!!!!

Made this for a friend

How is it possible for a man to be this perfect 😭😭😭😭😭

Okay, so I just watched Jon Bon Jovi in "leading man" it was so good😭😭😭😭😭 but now I am in desperate need of some Robin Grange x reader can someone help me😭😭😭😭😭🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

Also does anyone write for Derek (also Jon Bon Jovi) in John Carpenters vampires los Muertos?

Does anyone write for reality TV people because I am in dire need of some Rick Petko fanfics and there are absolutely NONE😭😭😭😭😭

I'll just leave this here, this is why we love you Jon.

So not only does Jon Bon Jovi feed the homeless as his side gig these days, he was a nice guy even as a high school freshman (i.e., the time in a boy’s life when he is least likely to be nice). 

Rock your Bon Jovi songs with a clean conscience. <3 

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