Thank You So Much @nikkisixxsmissingpick For Writing This Amazing Fanfic 💜💜💜🎸🎸

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.

Why is this literally me 😂😭

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richardsamboramylove55

1 year ago

25 posts!

Princess Treatment

Summary: Whilst on stream, your viewers ask why you don’t have “smoking fingers” and you provide an answer.

Warnings: reader smokes, reader is intended to be female, one sexual innuendo, pre-established relationship, reader gets nails done, no use of y/n

A/N: i watched a clip thing on tiktok of someone pointing out Jake’s fingers and it’s because of smoking so i thought why not have a cutesy girlfriend not ruin her freshly done nails.

also expect some Johnnie to come up i have three requests and they are actually amazing so tysm for them!!

You were sat on your pink gaming chair, swaying side to side whilst you were beginning your stream. The viewers rolled in quick, as well as the various donations and quick messages.

A message catches your attention, halting your swaying. “Did you get your nails done?” you mutter to yourself as you lean forwards. “Oh yeah! I did.” You lifted your hands up vertically showing off your fresh nails. “Jake took me for my birthday.” You had a cheesy smile on your face as you brought your hands down. You put them under your thighs as your shoulders hunched up at the mere feeling talking about Jake gave you.

“I was going to get them done anyway,” you paused and thought about your incredibly outgrown nails prior. “if you saw my nails before…Wait! did i show you guys?” you rushed to your phone and went through your gallery.

You found the photo Jake had sent you. It was a picture of you squishing his cheeks together with both hands, and you can see how outgrown your nails were. You flipped your phone to the camera, trying different angles so your viewers could see. “Stop focusing on me,” you muttered angrily to your camera. It focused and showed the chat a cute picture of you and your boyfriend, with your outgrown nails.

“Like we took this when we went target, with Johnnie.” You set your phone down and talked with your hands, even more than usual with your nails. “He literally called me over and went,” you took a breath and made your voice higher in irritation to mock Jake’s, “Babe, show me your nails!” you scrunched your face up, then resorted to your natural voice, “And so i did that, he took a picture.” you paused, showing confusion in your face, “I think he put it on instagram, on his story. I swear he did something like that and.. was there a poll on if he should pay for me to get my nails done?”

Looking at the chat you see the confirmation, or the people who were unaware on how bad your nails looked in shock. You rolled your eyes, “Anyways, i have such a cute boyfriend the came with me and payed.” You showed your nails off again.

This time another message caught your attention, “If you smoke why don’t you have ‘smoker fingers’?” You furrowed your brows at the question. “What the fuck is smoker fingers?” You looked down to your keyboard and began to type ‘what is smoker fingers?’.

“Okay Chat, smoker fingers are~” you dragged out the final word, “Yellowish discoloration on the ends of your fingers from holding a cigarette; wait!” you look at your fingers. “Oh i know why!” you were about to answer when you got a phone call from Jake.

“Hello, i’m streaming.” you held up your speaker to the microphone.

“You wanna know why your fingers aren’t yellow?” Jake yelled in irritation.

“Why?” you giggled with your hand over your mouth.

“Because you always make me hold your cigarettes! Look at my fingers!”

“I can’t, we’re not on facetime,” you were proved wrong as he came through your door behind you. You turned around to see him just stood there with a hand on the door handle and the other on his hip.

You look at the camera, then the stream to see what the viewers were seeing. Then you turned to see Jake still in the same position, causing you to lean into your hands that were propped up on your desk and failed to conceal your laughter. Jake then strutted up to the camera and held up his yellowing fingers with nails littered with chipped polish.

“Look! This is what she does, making me hold her cigarettes!” he then turned away from the camera to look at you cracking up and trying to hide in your hands. “What do you have to say about this?” he then held him fingers up to your face.

“Cigarettes are gross,” you spoke in a small voice with a smile on your face as you peered up at him.

“So you have it inside of your body?” Jake questioned and looked down at you.

“Well, i do that with you. Don’t I?”

He stood there in shock and strutted out towards the door, then he turned around with a cock of his hip.

“Never speak to me again!” he spoke in an accent, then went to another accent. (idk how to describe it it’s kinda like a pageant mum?) “Love you, sweetie.” he opened and closed his hand in a wave and left your room, leaving you laughing your ass to your audience.

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richardsamboramylove55

1 week ago

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