Does anyone write for reality TV people because I am in dire need of some Rick Petko fanfics and there are absolutely NONEπππππ
18+ mdni
that reality check hitting after reading smut
Thank you so much @nikkisixxsmissingpick for writing this amazing fanfic ππππΈπΈ
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.
RICHIE MY HUSBAND! no but seriously Can talk about how amazing this is!!!!!
Made this for a friend
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 boyβs life when he is least likely to be nice).Β
Rock your Bon Jovi songs with a clean conscience. <3Β
Tweet link:Β https://twitter.com/ClancyNeil/status/1214528158621413377
gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams
Daryl: Ya got stabbed. Dβya remember anythinβ?
Y/N: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Daryl: The world ended. Ainβt no ambulances. I carried ya.
Y/N: But I heard a siren.
Daryl: Thaβ was Rick.
Rick: Sorry, I got nervous.
How is it possible for a man to be this perfect πππππ