#steve clark fanfic

[dreamy625]

Just keep dancing like we're twenty-two - one-shot

(Did I just use a Taylor Swift lyric for a title? Yes I did. I feel dirty.)

1983 and the Terror Twins, on a break between US dates of the Pyromania tour, are on a night out

Words: 2495

Content: Casual drinking, swearing

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“‘Ere, my mate thinks you’re fucking gorgeous”

“Oh does he? And who’s your mate?”

The forthright young man gestured behind him at another, also blond, but taller and skinnier and with considerably less swagger. When he realised he was being looked at, the second man ducked his head and stared fixedly at the floor.

“Cute,” thought Belinda, but she can’t be doing with shy, too much work for just one night. “Yeah, I don’t think so. But,” she reached out and smoothed down Phil’s collar where it had flicked up on one side, trailing her hand down the front of his shirt, “if you’re looking for some company this evening…? I just looove your accent…” She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. 

“I, um, I don’t… not that I wouldn’t want… but you know… my mate… I can’t leave him on his own y’see.”

“Ah well, your loss, sweetie.” She patted him on the head and strode off to look for a more susceptible prospect.

And that was the fifth strikeout of the evening; the two women they’d danced with early on had turned out to have husbands waiting at home; the group at the bar were on a hen night and the bride unconvinced by Phil’s argument that she should take this one last chance to bag an englishman; the girl Steve had bought a drink for had just been dumped by her boyfriend and cried at him for 45 minutes until he asked the barman to call her a cab; and a glamorous blonde whose stiletto heels made her about six inches taller than Phil had just looked him up and down and said ‘no’ before he even opened his mouth! After this latest failure, they retreated to a table beside the dancefloor to soothe their bruised egos with more vodka, and maybe reconsider their strategy. 

“I promised I’d get you laid for your birthday and I’m standing by that. Though at this rate I’m going to have to shag you myself!”

“Thanks for the offer, mate, but you’re not really my type. I think we just have to face the truth, I’m unfuckable.”

“Bollocks, I’ve seen loads of girls sneaking out of your room. Unless you’ve just been playing Scrabble with them in there?”

“Not loads, and that’s different, that’s after shows. They want to get with the guy they watched on stage. When it’s just this,” he gestured down at himself, “they’re not interested.”

“You’ve just got to put yourself out there. It’s a numbers game - if you ask enough, one of ‘em’s gotta say yes. Basic statistics innit!”

“Maybe I don’t want just anyone who’ll have me.”

“Then that’s your problem; it’s not your ugly mug, it’s your attitude - too picky.” He scanned the club and then tilted his head in the direction of a couple of girls carrying brightly coloured drinks and weaving through the tables in search of somewhere to sit. “What about those two? A redhead, I know they’re your favourite.”

Steve looked, with only moderate enthusiasm. “Not bad. I do like her hair. Go on then, do your thing.”

“Alright.” He rubbed his hands together. “But you’ve got to make some effort. At least smile - all the birds go nuts for the Clark smile!”

The owner of the ‘Clark smile’ rolled his eyes but obligingly pasted on what he hoped was a friendly and appealing grin.

Phil stepped into the path of the two wandering women and, dialling his chirpy cockney persona up to maximum, waylaid them with, “Ladies, if you’d be so kind as to join us, you’d be makin’ two lonely travellers in your great country very ‘appy.”

The two women exchanged sidelong glances, and when the redhead opened her mouth, ‘nah, you’re alright, mate’ came out in an equally strong East London accent.

Phil gaped at them - he was relying on American girls swooning in the face of British charm and had no back-up plan for unexpectedly encountering two of his fellow countrywomen, so all he could do was watch as they carried on their way, giggling. 

Steve shook his head, the enticing smile turning into a grimace. “This is getting embarrassing.” He drained the last of his drink and dropped the glass back on the table with a clunk. “I’m going for a piss.”

When he got back, Phil was talking to a petite black woman in a bright blue dress at the bar and, miracle of miracles, she actually seemed to be talking back. 

“Yep, it’s definitely me that’s the problem,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s sodding Erol Flynn when I’m not there cramping his style.” He was highly tempted just to go back to the hotel and leave his Twin to it, but before he could make the move, Phil spotted him and waved him over.

“This is my mate I was telling you about; Steve, meet Denise, and this is Suzy.”

A woman Steve hadn’t noticed before, slouching against the bar, lifted her hand in a lacklustre greeting. She was tall and a little mousey in comparison with her brightly-attired friend, and would be pretty enough if she didn’t look quite so grumpy. She would be the designated 'have you got a friend for my pal who's too inept to find someone himself' then. Oh well, better than playing gooseberry again - frequently Steve's fate on nights out with Phil.

Small talk was not Steve’s forte, and the best he could manage was essentially ‘what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?’.

“So, err, what brings you and your friend here tonight?”

“We were supposed to have dates, but they stood us up.” She glared at Steve who, as a representative of the male sex, was apparently at least partially to blame for this slight.

“Oh…sorry…” Not a great start. “They must be total idiots then,” he declared in a hopeful stab at gallantry. 

“Or we are, to have agreed to it in the first place,” she muttered, still frowning. 

Steve waved to the barman and ordered doubles of everything for everyone, hoping that alcohol would serve as social lubricant. After a fortifying gulp of his vodka and orange, he tried again.

"How do you and… Denise was it? Know each other?"

"We're roommates. We were at college together and decided to stay and get jobs after we graduated."

"What do you do now?"

"I'm a techie at the Paramount; Denise is a junior buyer at Nordstrom's. Much more glamorous."

"The Paramount? The theatre?"

"You know it?"

"I think we played there last time we were here. We're… in a band," he added offhandedly. 

"Your friend said. I wasn't sure I believed him; a lot of guys say they're in a band. If they think it's going to impress a girl."

"Oh. Well I don’t know about that, but we actually are."

"Is it one I'll have heard of?"

"Maybe. Def Leppard?" She looked blank so he half-sang, "Photograph… I don’t want your photograph…" and made some drrng drring noises with accompanying mime.

"Oh, yeah, I might have heard that on the radio. Not really my thing though, sorry."

Crestfallen, Steve didn't really have a comeback for that. He took a long swallow of his drink and looked across to where Phil was whispering into Denise's ear, something funny apparently given the giggling response. "Well they seem to be getting along nicely," he observed.

"Yeah. Sorry you're stuck with me."

"Not at all, nowhere I'd rather be."

"That's sweet of you, but you don't have to pretend. I'm always the consolation prize; I mean look at her, she’s so gorgeous, and tiny, and peppy, and I’m just this great galumphing giraffe next to her.”

“No, you’re very… err…” he floundered, looking for a word that was flattering but not patronising, “...elegant.” She rolled her eyes. “And you’re not that tall.” He straightened up and stepped nearer - her forehead was level with his eyes. “See,” he said, putting both hands on her waist, “perfect height! …For… dancing…?” he hazarded, suddenly realising just how up close and personal he had got. “Err, would you… like to?”

For a moment it looked like she was going to turn him down, but when a glance along the bar revealed the other two gazing into each other's eyes and clearly about ten seconds from sucking face, she acquiesced with a halfhearted ‘oh alright then’. 

Now Steve was no dancer but, since his feeble attempts at flirtatious chitchat had entirely failed, he had decided to deploy his only other weapon - making an idiot of himself in the hopes of at least raising a smile. It was a risky strategy, with embarrassment followed by a speedy retreat as likely a reaction as laughter, but at this point he had no other options and was just drunk enough to deem it worth a go. And obligingly the DJ was playing Prince so, having led them far enough into the dancing throng that he wouldn’t be a spectacle to everyone watching from the bar, he busted out his best, most exaggerated, hip-popping, shoulder-shimmying moves. For about twenty seconds Suzy just stood there staring wide-eyed as he threw himself around, then she shrugged and, to Steve’s delight, launched into a routine of her own that suggested she might have seen a few too many John Travolta movies! After bouncing and gyrating through three songs, to the increasing irritation of their fellow dancers who had to try and keep out of the way of Steve’s flailing arms, the DJ put on a smoochier number and Steve held out his hand and twirled his partner into a more typical slow dance hold. She leaned into him, out of breath but grinning.

“You are crazy!” she panted.

“Look who’s talking, Ginger Rogers!”

Looking over Steve's shoulder, she raised her eyebrows as she spotted their two friends still by the bar but now entwined like amorous octopuses. "I think it might be time for us all to get out of here, before those two commit an act of public indecency!"

Steve let himself be pulled off the dancefloor, feeling that this evening might be working out okay after all.

The boys' oh so classy hotel, with nylon bedspreads and perpetually dripping shower, appealed to precisely no one, so the group left the club for the short walk to the girls' downtown apartment. Progress to their destination was slowed by Phil and Denise's apparent need to have at least three body parts in contact at all times, and the other two opted to walk on the opposite side of the street, pausing at each corner for the lovers to catch up. Conversation flowed more easily now, Steve sharing stories of life on the road and Suzy detailing the backstage antics of the various bands who'd played at the theatre. When Steve let slip that it was his birthday, Suzy was a little sad to learn that, being so far from home, he hadn’t really done anything to celebrate it, just the few cards that had managed to make it to the right hotel on time and this night out with Phil.

“Oh no, I don’t think we’ve even got any cake. I could stick a candle in a packet of cookies if you like?”

“Mmm, burning plastic is so festive!”

“You're supposed to blow it out before it starts a fire, dumbass.”

“Ohh, that’s what I’ve been doing wrong!”

They stopped to wait for the dawdlers and Suzy asked, “There must be something nice I can give you for your birthday?” 

The way she said it - he wasn’t sure if he was being flirted with. “What did you have in mind?” he asked lightly, not presuming. But she just gave him a sideways smile and started walking again.

"So, coffee?" Suzy asked when they entered the small two-bedroom walk-up. But the other couple were practically clawing each other's clothes off in the hall and vanished into Denise's bedroom without even replying.

“I guess just me then,” replied Steve, feeling suddenly shy again now that the evening was rapidly approaching the point where he would need to make some kind of move. That was the advantage of the groupies - even if those girls weren’t necessarily the type he would have gone for in the regular non-showbiz world, they made most of the running and he didn’t have to find anything clever or suave to say beyond ‘ullo in his apparently adorable British accent. Real girls were harder and he was out of practice.

“Livingroom’s through there,” she told him, “make yourself comfortable.”

Taking cups out of the cupboard, Suzy reconsidered her original intention to maybe get Steve’s number and then send him on his way. Hook-ups weren’t really her thing, and the guys were only in town for another few days before disappearing to the other end of the country but… he was pretty cute, and funny, and it would be better than trying to avoid listening to the other two go at it all night through the wall. While the coffeemaker dripped, she used the darkened window as a mirror to fluff up her hair and wipe any stray mascara from under her eyes. Before picking up the two cups, she rearranged her top so it draped enticingly over one shoulder and added a swish to her walk as she re-entered the living room. However, she quickly realised that her feminine wiles would be wasted - their intended recipient was fast asleep on the couch. Briefly she considered waking him, but he looked so peaceful, and it was nearly 2am. She took the coffees back to the kitchen and poured both of them down the sink - no point being awake if there was no one to play with. She found a blanket and laid it gently over the sleeping man. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she murmured, and kissed him on the cheek. 

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Epilogue:

When Steve opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a minute or so to work out where he was - oh yeah, those two girls from the nightclub. Ah, but he was on a sofa and, he checked, fully dressed, so clearly whatever seduction technique he'd attempted had been rebuffed. 

“Morning, sunshine!”

A pretty girl with mussed-up hair and mile-long legs appearing from the bottom of a John Denver t-shirt was smiling at him. He smiled back while the words ‘Sarah… Samantha… Suzy!’ crawled through his befuddled brain.

“Do you want your birthday present?” She held out a toothbrush, new and still in its packaging. 

“But it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Pretend. Bathroom’s second door on the left down the hall.”

Not awake enough to argue, Steve took it and shambled to the bathroom. When he reemerged, feeling a bit more with it after peeing, brushing his teeth, and washing his face with cold water, Suzy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom opposite.

“Nice t-shirt,” he teased.

“Just get in here before I change my mind, birthday boy.”

[make-me-your-animal]

Morning doves

steve clark fluff fic

Warnings: There's not even swearing

Sorry, it's kinda short. I hope you enjoy @dreamy625

The first thing I noticed upon waking up before even opening my eyes was the sun shining in from the window warming my skin. The second was the warm hand on my hip, rubbing soft circles on my skin. I hummed softly, opening my eyes, blinking against the light. I sat almost perfectly still for a moment, not wanting to wake Steve up. We had just gotten home after several months on the road. When Steve had asked me to join him on tour, I was nervous but also excited for the adventure. And what an adventure it had been, but touring was exhausting, and I was so glad to sleep in my own bed for once instead of a hotel or the coffin like bunks on the bus.

“Are you awake?” Steve's husky barely awake voice whispered. I could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck. He tightened his hold on my hips, pulling me back against his chest.

“Unfortunately” I mumbled. I hoped and prayed that Steve wouldn't move. I wasn't ready to face the day yet. For now, I just wanted to lay in bed with the man I loved. “What time is it?”.

Much to my demise, even though I asked the question, Steve shifted away so he could turn and look at the clock on the bedside table. It took him less than a handful of seconds to look, but it felt much longer. I was grateful when his arms returned around me, holding me close to him.

“It's almost noon,” he returned after a minute.

I nodded, knowing we should get up. There was laundry to do. Bags to unpack, but after months of continuous movement, this moment of stillness felt amazing. It was just the two of us, and we had nowhere to be. No joe snoring or phil talking in his sleep. No interviews or curtain calls. Nobody would come knocking on our door and drag us out of bed. We could lay here for as long as we wanted, and that would be fine.

Steve seemed to have the same sentiment as he didn't make a move to get up, either. Slowly, I wiggled around until I was facing him. His hair was a mess. We had showered the night before leading to Steve sleeping on damp hair while mine was tied back in a loose braid. It was gonna take hours to untangle all the knots. I giggled softly, reaching out and pushing his mane back. He smiled as well.

Slowly, like every move he made exhausted him further, he slipped his hand under his shirt i wore for pajamas. His large calloused hand rubbed up and down my spine the constant motion lulling me into a relaxed state.

It didn't take long for his eyelids to grow heavy and his hand on my back to slow even further before eventually stopping. His breath deepened and evened out, and his eyes shut completely. I watched as the muscles in his face relaxed completely. I was fairly certain he had fallen back asleep when a car horn blared somewhere outside our window. Steve startled, eyes flying open and flinching away from the sound. His large round eyes landed on mine, instantly settling a little.

“Just a car” I murmured, moving my hand to caress his face. Gently stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. He nuzzled against it like an affectionate cat. My heart flooded with warmth as he turned his head and pressed a kiss against my palm.

“I love you” he whispered, letting his eyes fall shut again. He said it so quietly that i wasn't sure he even meant to say it outloud.

“I love you too” I smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. He smiled softly as i pulled our fluffy duvet up over his shoulders. I watched as he slowly slipped back into sleep until my own eyes grew too heavy to keep open. Then, I just listened to the sound of his breath until I drifted off completely.

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Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Don't Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

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Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

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I Want a Baby

Not a request, but due to Sav’s recent adorable instagram post this idea popped into my head. 

Wanings: Until the smut, just some cute fluff, maybe a couple swears but after the line, SMUT WARNING, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, hickeys, more sweaing, so on so forth. 

Word Count: 1,549 (shes a big one)

not my gif!!

You were spending a quiet Sunday afternoon lounging around with Sav when you got the call to officially say you could come see Joe, Kristine and their newborn baby.

When you and Sav first got together, the question of kids was answered pretty soon, and the answer was “No”. With both of you agreeing that Sav’s 3 kids were all you both needed, with Sav also saying “I’m getting too old for babies again.” You didn’t mind, never being one for babies anyway.

On the drive up to Joe’s house, you found yourself thinking about what life would be like if you did have a baby. The thought of baby clothes shopping was enough to make your heart melt, you already felt overwhelmed from getting Joe’s little one some clothes. You turned to see Sav’s face, feeling as if he could read your mind right now. Though you’re certain he can’t, he did have a “Don’t even think about it Y/N” look to him.

You got to Joe’s and even though you weren’t keen on kids, you felt a little excited. It is a new life and one quite close to you when you deep it. Sav had grabbed the little gift bag and followed on behind you as you made your way to Joe’s front door. Before Sav did his usual ‘Walk right in’ as Joe would usually prefer, you held your arm out to stop him.

“We can’t go in if you block me Y/N.” he chuckled.

“I know, but there’s also a baby in there.” you said back to him, voice close to a whisper.

“Alright.” He lightly tapped the door, and a few seconds later, Kristine was stood with a smile.

“Hello! Come in, don’t worry about being quiet, he’s already as loud as Joe!” She said full of energy and joy.

Sav turned around to you and said, “What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Kris just had a baby and she’s so, I don’t know, full of life? I thought she would be exhausted!”

“Must just be made for it.” You said before stepping into Joe’s living room.

Just as Kristine said, Joe was sat with their son in his arms and his son was mirroring him with his beautiful, big green eyes. He even matched the full energy Joe seemed to have at all times, despite him being a newborn baby.

“God he’s your double Joe.” Sav said to his best mate while seemingly shaking hands with the baby.

“He is isn’t he? Shame, I carried him around for 9 whole months just for him to look like Joe.” Kristine said jokingly.

“That’s plenty from the pair of you.” Joe said.

“Am I alright to hold him?” Sav asked.

“Of course.”

The second Joe handed his son over to Sav, you were at the breaking point.

“Bless his heart, he’s just so adorable, isn’t he Y/N?” Sav said while keeping his finger shaking with baby’s little hand.

“Definitely, good on you both!” You said to Joe and Kristine.

“Do you want to hold him Y/N?” Kristine asked.

“I’ve not really held a baby, I’m afraid i’ll hurt him.” You told her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She proceeded to fold her arms into place and get you to copy her.

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

Sav gently laid him into your arms and suddenly, you felt fine. It felt natural. The second you looked down at the baby, you were past the breaking point, you were so far past it.

In a similar fashion to the way he grabbed Sav’s finger, he reached up for your hair and lightly took a hold of it, almost like he was exploring the feel of it.

“Motherhood looks good on you.” Kristine said to you smiling.

“Don’t give her any ideas now.” Sav said jokingly.

After your few hours with baby Elliott, you and Sav headed back home to continue your lounging until you went to bed. But the whole drive home the thought of having a baby was eating away at you. It’s not like it’s not possible to have one.

You got back to the house and got yourselves comfy on the couch again. While you were partially listening to the TV in the background, you couldn’t get the image of Sav with a baby out of your head. You could feel him nudging your leg with his foot.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

“I know your lying, what’s up?” He moved closer to you.

“Was just thinking about, you know, having a baby.” you said facing your feet.

“Well..”

“What?”

“It’s not.. impossible.” Sav said taking your hand.

You took another look at him and before you knew it he had you lifted up and was carrying you up to your room. 

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He lay you gently on the bed and starting undressing himself.

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

You started lifting your own shirt up and unclipping your bra as Sav pulled your leggings off.

“There we go lovey. Gonna get you fucked good yeah? Give my girl a baby.” God he was perfect.

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

“Ah ah, what’s my name darling?” He said while giving you a light slap to your thigh.

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled his boxers down and got himself positioned above you. He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss before moving his hand down your body towards your cunt. He started rubbing at your clit and kissing along your jaw. His fingers were ghosting over your hole, teasing you.

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

“Good girl, what do you want my love?” He said, going back to your pussy.

“Fuck, please daddy, fill me.” You begged.

Sav finally gave in and sliped a finger into your cunt.

“Fuck, yes.”

He was working his finger in and out of you at near lightspeed, seemingly desperate to get you ready for his dick.

“How’s that love? You like that?" He said, kissing and nipping down your chest, you were certain he was leaving some hickeys with how hard he was nipping you.

"Feels so good! Please daddy, fuck me, fill me up, get me pregnant please!”

“God you’re such a good girl for daddy aren’t you? Spread those legs wider for me babe.” He said while taking his hand away from you cunt and moving it to his own cock, wanking himself off over the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He seemed to slip out of his dominant persona for a second as he looked down at you.

“Thank you daddy.”

“C’mere beautiful.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He started reaching out for a condom, you had to reach out and grab his arm to stop him.

“Oh right, yeah.”

He moved his arm back to your hip and with the other he positioned himself. He slid his cock up and down your wet cunt, preparing to slide into you finally.

“Ready love?” He asked you. All you could do was nod. He finally pushed himself into you and held still for a second.

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

“God you’re desprate aren’t you love? Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard please, wanna have your baby!”

That’s all it took for him to start fucking into you. He kept one hand beside your head, the other playing with your tits. He was thrusting into you like a wild man, seemingly desperate to fill you with his cum. You wrapped your arms behind his neck pulling him down to you, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck. You could feel his nails digging into you tits, most likely leaving marks and bruises. 

He moved his hand from your tits down to your leg to lift it up over his shoulder. The new postition making Sav hit that spot inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan out louder, dragging your nails down his back which just made him fuck you harder. You could feel yourself tightening on Sav’s dick, so close to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Sav, please. I’m so close!” 

“Yeah? Cum for daddy, that’s a good girl.” 

You were at the breaking point, and couldn’t hold yourself back. You came calling out for Sav, scraping your nails down his back, kissing him inbetween you moans. This all must’ve pushed him over the edge too as you could feel his thrusts falling out of rythym, then feeling him finish inside you. 

“There w go my love.” He said, gently pulling out of you and kissing you forehead while doing so. “Such a good girl.” 

You smiled up at him and watched him leave for a moment, away to get a towel to sort you both out. 

As he was in the cupboard looking for a towel, the phone went. 

“Hello?” 

“Did you do it?” Joe asked, Sav could hear his smile through the phone. 

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

“How stupid do you think I am? ‘I’m too old for another baby’ my arse!” He laughed. 

“Well, how do you know?”

“The look she gave you. I expect to be the favourite Uncle of this new child too, you hear me Savage?” 

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Overture and beginners - chapter 5

< Chapter 4

Words: 1412

Content: Very slightly smutty

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“Pssst.”

Steve looked around warily, “Hello?”

“Over here, behind the van.”

Recognising the voice, he checked hastily over his shoulder before ducking behind the rusty old Transit. “What are you doing here? Your dad’s just inside you know.”

“He won’t see us here. Look what I got!” She waved a small cardboard box at him. When he just blinked in incomprehension, she pulled out the foil strip inside and showed him the side with the days of the week printed on it. Steve might be fairly innocent in the ways of women, but even he knew what that was. 

“Put them away!” he hissed. “Someone might see.”

Katie put the packet back in her handbag. “So what do you think?” she asked, suddenly uncertain, worried that she had gone a bit too fast.

“I think you’re very brave,” said Steve seriously, “to go into one of those clinics.”

“Oh, that was fine. I’ve been before, with other people. Other people who should have gone earlier,” she added with a wince. “That’s why I know it’s important.” Noticing that her boyfriend still looked rather bunny-in-headlights, she rushed on, “No pressure… just so we don’t have to be worried… and to be prepared… for when, if...”

Steve’s anxious expression cracked into a soft smile, “You are amazing. And just so you know,” he looked down, suddenly finding the pavement fascinating, “I, er, did go to the chemist, so it’s not all on you.”

She could imagine exactly how embarrassed that little errand would have made him and couldn’t help smiling a dopey smile at him. Glancing up, he smiled back.

“I would kiss you if I wasn’t so scared of someone seeing,” he whispered.

“I’ll imagine it.” She closed her eyes for a second and puckered her lips, “Mmm.”

Steve snorted, “You’re barmy, you!”

“Just a little bit.” She started walking backwards away from him - “See you Saturday.” - then turned and ran up the street.

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Saturday afternoon found them once again, taking advantage of the elder Raffertys’ fortnightly visit to Great Aunt Margaret in Barnsley, rolling in the sheets of Katie’s yellow-frilled single bed. With Steve’s shifts and numerous band practices, and Katie’s need to conceal the existence of a boyfriend that her father had such a strong aversion to, they’d only managed to see each other for a chaste few hours at the City’s art gallery in the intervening two weeks, so when finally alone they’d wasted no time, peeling off clothing the second they got through the door and down to their underwear by the time they landed on the mattress in a tangle of limbs. 

“Oh, I have missed you,” muttered Steve into Katie’s neck as he slid his hand up the smooth plane of her back and unclipped her bra.

“I can tell,” she commented cheekily, brushing her hand lightly across the rapidly-growing bulge in his boxer shorts. Caressing his bum, she couldn’t resist giving one of the perfect pert cheeks a little pinch. 

In revenge, the kiss he was about to bestow on her collarbone turned into sucking, hard.

“No marks!” she squealed. “I had to wear a polo neck for three days in a row after last time!”

Her weedy attempts to push him away were useless, so she reached under his arm and tickled him. His surprised ‘Ah!’ broke the suction, but he took the attack as a declaration of war and started to tickle her back - maybe not a fight he should have picked as he turned out to be way more ticklish than she was! However, despite his slight frame, he was stronger and, amid the breathless giggling and wriggling, he managed to tip her onto her back and pin her hands above her head. 

“Do you give in?”

His grip on her wrists was loose and she could have pulled away if she tried, but she didn’t want to. “Okay, I give in… if you kiss me!”

That seemed like a pretty good bargain to Steve.

Building on the success of their previous experiments, they graduated to putting their hands to work on each other simultaneously, the shared sensations adding a new level of intimacy and inching them closer to the eventual goal that they’d both acknowledged with their parallel visits to purveyors of contraception. 

Steve came up for air, “We could… do you want to try…?”

Katie bit her lip, thinking. There were butterflies in her stomach, but only little ones. She nodded, then reiterated, “Yes, I want to.” Steve smiled in response, but then he seemed to freeze, profound indecision showing on his face. “Do you? Want to?”

“Yes.” He scrunched his eyes up. “No. I mean, yes, but… argh… not now. Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “Do you want to stop?”

“...No…” The conflicting forces of desire and caution could be heard in his voice.

“So…” She’d stilled her hand during that discussion, but not moved it away from its grasp on Steve’s dick, and now she made a tentative half-stroke. “Just hands then?”

“Hands is good. Hands is very good.”

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After a mutually satisfying conclusion and a quick cleanup, they laid side-by-side with the covers pulled up to their chins in the chilly room. 

“Sorry, I just… not here. I just feel like they’ll know.”

“Aw but they’re out, they’ll be gone for hours yet.”

“I can’t shake the what-ifs. What if they come home early, what if someone heard us through the wall or… I dunno… psychic parent vibes or something.”

He was smiling so she felt it was okay to laugh, “You are silly.” She lifted herself on one elbow so she could see him better. “Is it so different from what we just did anyway? And would it really matter if they did find out? I’m eighteen after all…”

“YES! Your dad will actually kill me!”

“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“He said he’d break both my legs AND both my arms! I’m not so worried about the legs, but I need my arms for playing.”

“But how would he know, psychic vibes aside? I’m certainly not going to tell him.”

“Because,” he said, pulling her down into his arms, “if we do this, I won’t be able to wipe the grin off my stupid face for at least a week afterwards. Everyone will know!”

“You are funny,” she murmured, nestling her face against his neck.

“Hilarious. Now, it’s nearly tea time, so I’d better go. Just in case.”

Reluctantly she let go and sat up, feeling around the bed for discarded items of clothing. Steve stood up and pulled on his jeans.

“My parents are doing the quiz at the Admiral Rodney next Saturday evening. I can skive practice just this once, Kev’ll be out with his girlfriend, and I can bribe Chris to go to the pictures. We could have the place to ourselves? If you want?”

"I'd like that,” she said, tossing Steve his t-shirt.

As they were saying goodbye on the doorstop, Katie’s face suddenly registered alarm. “Get down!” she hissed, dropping into a crouch.

“Shit! Not your parents?” He looked genuinely terrified. 

“No, but Mrs Craddock from next door just came out her front door. Her and Mam are friends, and she’s a terrible gossip.” She craned her neck to get a better look. “Damn, she’s holding secateurs, like she’s going to do gardening or something.”

���What are we going to do?” Steve mouthed, still wide-eyed.

“She might be out there for ages… you’re going to have to crawl. If you stay close to the hedge, she won’t be able to see you. Wait for my signal when you get to the gateway, I’ll distract her, and then you run, okay?”

It seemed risky, but he couldn’t think of anything better, so he nodded. 

“Good luck,” she whispered, and Steve raised his hand in a salute.

He made his way slowly around the garden on hands and knees, smothering a yelp when he put his hand down on a slug.

“Oh my life is not at all ridiculous,” he thought as he squatted behind the gate waiting for the all-clear.

“Well HELLO Mrs Craddock, hasn’t it been a LOVELY day?” greeted Katie loudly.

“It rained, dear,” came the slightly puzzled response. 

But it did the trick, she turned away from her pruning to face her meteorologically-challenged neighbour. Katie raised her thumb behind her back and Steve sidled crablike around the gatepost and made a break for it.

Chapter 6 (final chapter) >

[make-me-your-animal]

Sirens and Leppards

Part 1: opening night

"I think I'm gonna puke" Harper stated as the girls finished getting ready in the small dressingroom.

"Please for the love of god Harp do not" Bex hissed fluffing up her brunette hair and checking out her make up.

Rebel handed her counterpart her guitar giving her a soft reasuring smile. "What Bex ment to say is there's no reason to be nervous."

"No reason to be nervous?" Harper laughed humorlessly as she checked to make sure her guitar was in tune for the hundredth time that night. "We opening for def fucking leppard. This is like a wet dream come true. I mean they were half the reason we started this fuck show... my God do you think they'll watch our set?"

"Tenner says she'll pass out if she sees Joe" Gemma snickered adjusting her tits in the leather bralette. "Or suck his dick"

The guitarist turned the same color as her fiery hair and she opened her mouth to speak but Bex interupted her. "She will do no such thing"

"Ah yes your stupid rules"

"They aren't stupid Gemma" Bex insisted.

Before anybody else could argue anything diffrent there was a knock on the door. "Lets go ladies" their manager chris' voice rang out. The girls looked at each other for a final time before standing up.

They walked down the hall slowly. Each one by one taken to another location. When a tech handed Gemma her bass she turned to Amaya her bestfriend and the drummer of the band a final time. "Ready for this mate?"

"Are we ever ready?" The shy drummer grinned slightly.

"Nah, See you on the otherside"

Nobody ever really paid attention to the opener.  But the band played hard and some of the die hard rockers seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Everything was a whirlwind of lights and sounds. It was always an adrenaline rush being on stage. The crowd screaming as the girls finished the 4th song in their set. The leadsinger moved to the egde of the stage smiling down at the crowd from beneath the curtains of her teased up brunette hair.

"Is everyone having a good time tonight?" She asked into the mic earning a deafening roar from the crowd. "I know we're having a good time. Let me take this moment and introduce you to the band. For anyone who hasn't figured it out yet we are the Sirens. To my left over here on guitar we got Harper reign." She gracefully gestured to the short redhead who took a quick bow. "On my right we have Gemma bell on bass guitar and rebel star also on guitar" the tall lanky blonde and curvy ravenette waved to the crowd.

"Back there hiding behind the set is our lovely amaya storm"  amaya stood up  blowing a kiss before flipping her wild blonde hair and sitting back on her stool.

Gemma strolled up to the front of the stage stooping slightly too speak into the mic. With the 7 inch platforms she wore she was atleast 6'9. "And last but certainly not least the voice of the siren herself Ms. Bex fox."

When the finished the last song and took their bows condom balloons and a few stray roses littered the stage. They darted off stage.

"Hold on ladies" joe elliott stated. He stood at the bottom of the stairs leading off stage. He was poking one of the stray inflated condoms with the toe of his boot before kicking it away . "Take a look out there again. Remember this moment" 5 faces turned back to the stage there was a few cheers and whistles still sounded out. They continued to watch as the curtain rose to block the stage and techs could start swapping equipment "This is your guys first big tour right? Finally out of the clubs and out in the world. Can only go up from here right?"

Gemma scuffed decending the stairs carefully. Joe had to look up at her even when they her on level ground.  "No it could go down hill real fast" handing her bass off too a tech.

Harper bolted down the stairs and  hugged Joe unphased by gemmas words. Her head barely coming up to his biecepes. He chuckled petting her hair for a second before pulling away. "Now go get cleaned up. We are taking you ladies out for drinks after the gig. Our treat"

Gemma had to bend down to kissed Joe on the cheek  but he had to bend down to recieve pecks from the others. Bex just rolled her eyes when Joe look at her. "You'd have to pay me to lay my lips on you mate" she scowled before walking off.

Harper gave him a shy grin. "Shes not as bad as she seems I promise she's just very.... Bex"

" 's alright now go shower"

"Trying to tell us we stink?" Rebel teased.

"Nobody could put that much work into a set and not" He said shooing them away.

"Joe looked pretty chuffed" Gemma stated stripping off her leather top. It stuck to her skin making it hard to pull off. Then when  she thought she was free It caught up on all her jewelery making it impossible to pull off.

"With what our proformance or harper hanging on him" Amaya stated helping the tall blonde untangle herself.

"Both"

"Would you two stop" Harper blushed.

"Come on harp you know we do it out of love" Gemma snickered finally free of her prison of chains and leather. She slowly peeled off her jeans leaving her in nothing but black lace panties as she headed for the showers. The other two followed her. Bex and rebel were already Showering.

"Yeah and what about phil" Harper snapped the grin on her face letting them know it was all for show. "You and him seemed to get pretty close during sound check"

Gemma shrugged. " He's a nice bloke. We kinda bonded over being vegetarian."

"And willing to flirt with a brick wall" Bex called from the other side of the showers. Gemma just flipped her the bird.

"Joes nice too. I think hes kinda charming" Harper stepped under the spray of water.

"Yeah if you like cavemen I supose" Gemma snickered everyone watched Bex tense up. She wasn't happy about all this talk about the headliners.

"You know what's nice about Showering in the venue?" Amaya stated lathering her hair in soap trying desperately to change the subject before Bex exploded.

"Horrible water pressure?" Rebel asked. Her thick dark hair had a horrible tendency to hold soap in it forever.

"We don't have to worry about our hair clogging the drains"

All the girls shuttered in unison at the idea of the matted hair and soap scum they had to pull out of the shower drain in their one bathroom apartment they shared just to take a shower But the tension was gone.

After Showering the girls all went about blowdrying their hair and putting on decent outfits. Then it was a game of sit and wait. Rebel even fell asleep for a couple minutes waiting for the guys.

Chris joined them after awhile handing out their room keys for the evening and congratulated them on a show well done. Gemma pocketed her and amayas key listening as the man rambled on about how proud he was of them. He was a great Manger but he was alittle more emotional then the average. Finally he left telling the girls his room number and to Just knock if they needed anything.

It was late when def leppard came off stage. Even later when they finished Showering and changing. But as promised all 5 of them showed up to the girls dressing room. Escorting them to the loading docks where they would beable to sneak out with out the crowds noticing.

Walking of course wasn't an option do to the amount of people swarming the area.  So the bands were loaded into 3 diffrent black suvs.  Gemma, Amaya, phil and steve in one. Both Rick's Bex and rebel in another. As per Gemmas suggestion leaving Joe and Harper alone in the final vichele. Bex complained about it but rebel pulled her away. Ensuring that nothing would happen in the 10 minute drive.

Phil and Gemma shared the back of the suv while Steve and Amaya rode in the front.

"Alright spill" phil stated the second the door was shut.

"Spill what?"

"Why were you so insistent that Joe and Harper share a vichele?"

"Because Harper has a thing for Joe" Gemma said. 

his whole face lite  up with child like joy. "Really?"

"Yes really so me and Amaya are trying to kinda Nudge them together a bit"

"That's brilliant" Steve grinned pulling a cigarette out and popping it in his mouth. He patted around his jacket  before sighing. "Anyone got a light?"

Amaya handed him the zippo she carried in her purse. Steve thanked her with a soft smile.

"Bex will absolutely throw a fit about it" Amaya stated.

"Only if Joe sleeps with her" Gemma corrected.

"It's Joe. He'll atleast try to shag her" Steve grinned cracking the window and breathing the smoke out.

"You guys have a vow of chastity or something?" Phil asked resting his arm on the back of the seat. He eyed her curiously.

"Pretty much" Gemma sighed batting her eyes at phil.

"Shes being dramatic. We all decided it would be best to avoid sleeping with... well you lot" blush apeared on amayas face again as she avoided eye contact with everyone. Poor thing was always shy around people she didn't know very well. The second she was alone with her bandmates it was a completely diffrent story.

"Fuck that we stuff I had no say in this shit" Gemma stated.

"So you wouldn't be apposed to sleeping with one of us?" Phil grinned his hand brushing against the smooth material of her jacket. 

Gemma just batted her eyes at him.

Amaya coughed awkwardly. "If you two are going to shag please don't do it here"

"And break Bexs rule?" Gemma gave her best 'who me' eyes. "I would never"

"Yes you would"

"She has a point" Gemma grinned turning her head to meet phils gaze. "I would"

"You would or your going too?" Phil raised an eyebrow holding her gaze.

"I guess that depends"

"On?"

"You"

"Would you two cut it out!" Steve and Amaya cried at the same time.

Harper sat silently watching Joe out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her with the upmost curiosity. She wanted to say something but what. She had posters of this man on her wall since high n dry came out 6 years ago.

Def leppard as a whole had really inspired the girls to become serious about their music.   In the beginning the covered alot of their stuff.

"You ladies sounded great tonight" Joe said after awhile. Harper could kiss him just for breaking the awkward silence that surrounded them.

"Thanks" she smiled feeling more self conscious then normal.

"Are you alright luv?" He asked his green eyes narrowing. She seemed so bubbly and friendly earlier. Why was she acting so strange now?

"Oh yeah I'm just tired. It's kinda late."

Joe seemed content with that answer, turning towards the window and watching the traffic around them.

If you made it this far thank you -jasper

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This Is Who I Am - Terror Twins x You

this is for you @make-me-your-animal

sorry if there's any mistake

All day you've been acting weird around Phil and Steve. Phil was the one who noticed the most and was worried about what might be going on. It wasn't your habit to change your mood suddenly. After all, there was a reason behind it. It was something that had been troubling you lately and now more than ever, the thoughts you've been avoiding came to the fore.

Phil has been waiting for the right moment to come to you to talk.

You were in the living room lying on the couch watching TV, a little distracted. You were barely paying attention and were jolted out of your thoughts when Phil lay down next to you.

"Everything is fine with you?"

"Yes." You force a smile, but your face gives the opposite answer.

"Are you sure?"

You don't say anything, just lower your gaze knowing there was no way to hide it.

"You can tell me what's stuck there."

"It's just... I'm afraid of how you'll react." you reply with a trembling voice, filled with fear and the overwhelming desire to break down in tears.

Phil moves closer to your body and hugs you. You take a deep breath before opening your mouth and taking the necessary courage to speak.

"Phil, I... I don't identify as just a girl." you can't take it anymore and allow yourself to cry with your face buried in Phil's chest.

He still hadn't said anything and in that wait for an answer, his shirt was wet with your heavy tears, falling like a waterfall.

“Why did you think I'd think that was bad?

“I don't know,” you reply in a choked voice. "I was insecure, afraid you wouldn't accept it and leave me. I've been keeping this to myself for a long time."

“Babe, I'd never do that."

Phil lovingly strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.

"You're not gonna hate me, are you?" feeling a little calmer, you ask.

“I love you and who you are. Never in my entire life would I hate you."

You sniff and with the back of your hand wipe away the tears. Phil faced you and touched your skin with his fingertips, stroking gently.

"Thanks, Phil!"

"Don't ever forget how important you are to me. I'll always be with you to support you, help you and, above all, protect you from absolutely everything that could threaten you."

Phil hugs you tighter against his chest and you could hear his heartbeat. In that moment you felt safe and above all, loved.

“But what about Steve? What would he think?"

“I'd think this is you and that makes you amazing.” His voice echoes through the living room. You look up to find Steve standing in the kitchen doorway with a beautiful smile.

You smile too and your eyes fill with tears again.

"Thanks!"

Steve goes to the couch, kneels down in front of it and lightly caresses your face.

"I love you! Your gender identity doesn't make me love you any less than I do. All I can do is make my love for you grow."

I've asked myself countless times if Joe would accept the fact that I'm bigender. That thought troubles me from time to time.

Would he agree to call me Tommy?

I know that my parents would never accept this fact and it hurts me, that's why I worry so much about what Joe would think, because I love him and would like to be accepted at least by him.

I like to think he would be open-minded enough to respect me and I'm sure Phil and Steve would never see your gender as an issue. You're an amazing person, how could they not love and especially respect you? With pride they would call you by whatever pronoun you wanna be called.

[mojowitchcraft]

Between The Velvet Lies

Eddie gestures at the walking mustache, “look Mr…” “Mr. Clarke,” he supplies. “Yeah, Mr. Clarke, I’m not really in the mood for talking, so if you can just let me off with a warning for loitering I’ll be on my way to bother the rest of the Hawkins masses with my presence,” Eddie says. “You sure about that…” Mr. Clarke does the same gesture, though his is more of a jaunty wave at Eddie, like he’s actually excited to know Eddie’s name. “Eddie.” “You sure you don’t need someone to talk to, Eddie? I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” Mr. Clarke says gently.

Part 8 of the Night Drives Series now up! Read here.

Or start from Part 1: "No One Rides For Free" here.

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

A Magical Mysteria (Def Leppard x Reader)

Normally in this space I'd tell you how I started writing this over a year ago and how I'm FINALLY posting it- but I didn't start writing this last year. I started writing this last week. I thought of, and wrote, this all in one night bc honestly... I was high. The idea came and I just rolled with it. I wasn't planning to have another fic to post so soon, and I felt it was only right to post it on Hysteria's 35th anniversary!

(illustration by me! this story is dedicated to @amiscreations bc this is all her fault)

Words: 1,943

Prompt: 1986, you and the Leppard boys all get high around the fire one night. Sav and Phil have a new song for the next album, and you get them to play it for everyone...

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July 28th, 1986

Dublin, Ireland

The bright orange flames continued to make the wood crackle and pop underneath it, just as they had done for so long already. Overhead, the navy blue midnight sky stretched from one end of your vision to the next. 

Orange and blue, you realized; complementary colors. That fiery, orange glare from the campfire was complemented by the blue night. From this glare, there came a hug full of decadent heat that wrapped around you.

Above you and this artistic intertwining of colors were the twinkling, tiny, glittery bits in space sparkled like some kind of midnight snow. Underneath this intensely still display was cold grass prickling at your skin. You could feel every single blade against your back; like a million tiny fingers poking at you. 

As the blue sky slowly spun in a circle far above where you lay, you felt the hand you were holding gently clasp yours. It grounded you only to the being that it was attached to- not the earth itself. 

You and Sav were high, all right. You were both very high and floating through space together; you and him. Among the complementary colors of the fire and the great wide open, you flew. 

Suddenly, the sensation of something holding your other hand came about. You'd forgotten about the other man you were with. When he reminded you of his presence with his grasp, Phil grounded half of you back to the earth while the other half was still in the sky with Sav.

It was fine with you if you were in between worlds for a little while. There was nothing in your way currently. Nothing stood between you and the infinite beyond.

Joe's face randomly came into view as he looked down at you. He almost completely overshadowed the sky with his hair flopping straight down towards your face.

"Helloo, Y/n? You there on mars yet?" his head tilted from side to side before he cackled and delightfully strolled away from you, Sav, and Phil on the ground. His intention, it seemed, was to ridicule you for being high while he was in quite the same condition. 

As you blinked, reality came walking back in. You sat up off the ground, letting go of Sav and Phil's hands. You observed the scene around the fire a few yards away. Everyone partaking in this gathering were still in another world- all of them. 

Joe was stepping around and moving his hips to the strumming that Steve was doing. Next to Steve, Rick sat there practicing drumming with his left foot to the beat of Steve's playing. More of your friends- Mike, Russell, Mal, and a few local Irishmen being among them- were either laughing, dancing, or wresting each other.

While the late summer chill in the air didn't affect everyone's skin, breaths were visible against the atmosphere.

"Christ, how long were we up there for?" you asked the men laying on the grass on either side of you.

"Beats me," Phil's eyes remained fixed on above, "I'm still there."

"Me too," Sav seconded, "Still on a magic carpet ride."

You chuckled, crossing your legs and closing your eyes. You pictured yourself swaying on a magic carpet ride as Sav had said, humming the specific tune that was playing loudly in your head from earlier that day. 

After a moment, the magic carpet disappeared. You floated back down against the grass like a leaf, laying flat once more. 

Rolling over to Sav, you felt his body heat radiate against you like the campfire, and you swore you heard him humming the same tune you were. He rolled over in your direction, too, threw an arm over you, and touched his forehead to yours.

You were floating through space together again. There was perfect sync and perfect harmony all around you, and ample, delicate warmth caressing you both.

Just like last time, Joe's face appeared over both of yours again.

"What's that you're humming, now?" his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Never heard that one before," Mike remarked, further away.

Steve, a few yards away at the fire, commented, "Yeah, sounds like you're tryin' to summon something."

You and Sav opened your eyes, both giggling together. Phil began to laugh close by as well. Rick, in his warped state, caught on to the contagious laughter as well, slapping his knee and wheezing.

"Rick, why are you laughing?" Phil sat up, "You don't know our little secret...!"

"It's funny cos- I don't know why we're laughing-!" Rick continued to laugh so hard at himself, he fell off his makeshift seat and backwards onto the grass. Russell and Mal began silently laughing at him as a result. 

"But what is that tune?" Steve pressed again, seemingly mesmerized by the little song to the point where he tried to figure it out on his guitar. 

"It's something we've been workin' on," Sav's head tilted sweetly. 

"Just a little thing for the new album, hopefully. We had these two-" Phil formed an invisible ball with his hands, "-these two little bits, and they fit perfectly together somehow, then before we knew it- BAM-!" he loudly slapped his hands together, "We got an embryo of a song."

"And you, mister Zeff-" you sternly pointed at Joe, "You didn't like it!"

"What d'you mean, princess?" he sarcastically pointed back, "Better watch what you say!"

"I played it for you last week, and you said it was-" Sav rolled his eyes so hard he almost fell over, then put up air quotes, "'too much like a Police song'."

"But it's perfect and is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," you insisted, "And Phil thinks so, too!"

"Yeah! Wait, no I don't," Phil caught himself, "It's lovely, but I'm not in love with it-"

"And Phil thinks so, too," you insisted again to Joe. You gasped a little, then looked between the guys on either side of you, "Ooh, that's right- you haven't played it to anyone yet... you should do that now, for everyone!"

In a daze of events you weren't sure of- trying to get everyone's attention, corralling them back around the fire, Sav and Phil locating their respective guitars, and each of them taking another hit of a blunt- you seemed to have only blinked before everyone was circled back at the flames. Rick was sitting next to you, now, and everyone was gathered as if this were a sacred ritual. In your eyes, it was. Anything that was made for Def Leppard's fourth album had to be sacred. 

On a night like this, everything felt sacred.

Looking up at those dark, navy blue heavens above you, you whispered, "This was just meant for tonight."

"Shh!" Joe smushed a finger to his lips. You stuck your tongue out at him just before the music began.

Sav counted in the song, both he and Phil then proceeding to pluck and strum it into existence. At that moment, it felt like outer space had descended upon all of you there. It was as if the circle of people around the campfire had begun to slowly rotate as one. 

None of the floating or spinning alarmed you; what did was the fact that Sav was playing lead. After all, it was his song, in a way. 

You weren't the first person to hear Sav's new jangly idea, but you felt honored that you were the only one there besides the musicians who had heard what became of it.

Everyone was captivated by the trance they created; it took them all on that magic carpet ride the three of you had been on earlier. It was an experience both magical and mysterious. 

Phil went from a D, to a G, to a C as he began to softly sing, "I gotta know tonight... if you're alone tonight..."

Sav joined in for the next part, "Can't stop this feeling... can't stop this fire..."

When they reached an empty section in E minor (most likely where a chorus would later be), you could've sworn you saw the music itself fly up into the beyond along with the fire. It was an offering, it felt like. It was nothing short of simply divine.

Perhaps Steve was right, earlier; perhaps they were trying to summon something.

At the end of the chorus, Phil stopped playing. This left Sav to end their ditty with his melody again. He let it fade out on the last note, and everyone watched, speechless.

Rick's head was now slumped on your shoulder, your head leaning on his. Those bouncy curls tickled the side of your face, and his body heat mixed with that of the fire.

You patted his lap and said, "They don't have a name for it, yet, or any other lyrics, but I think it's my favorite so far. And it's hardly even done yet..."

Standing up, you waltzed back over to the spot on the ground where you and the two guitarists had been laying before. As if you mentally called them, they both put down their guitars and went back over to join you. Resuming your former positions of being hand-in-hand with each other, you stared back up at the glitter in the sky. Only, this time, you began to whistle the tune of the song just played by them. 

As you rejoined your flight into the midnight depths, you faintly heard chatter back at the fire.

"I think it's all gonna be okay," Russell stared into the flames, resting his head on his hand, "All this insanity is gonna be worth it."

He didn't have to clarify what he was talking about; you were all in sync enough with each other to understand.

"I dunno," Rick disagreed, "I think we're all still sane. Maybe it's the grass."

No one was allowed to speak of any worries that night- it was a rule that did not need to be spoken.

"I like it," Joe remarked, "The song, I mean- not the grass. Well- I mean- I like the grass, too."

He laughed loudly at himself and began to play Sav and Phil's new song on an invisible guitar, "But it's a bit magical, don't you think? And it sounded like it's..." his eyes closed, "...blue."

"But I don't think it was quite sad," Steve told him, "What were you listenin' to?"

Joe corrected his friend, "No, no, I mean it sounds like the color blue. Dark blue; violet, even- Like that sky up there..."

He pointed straight up, tilting his head back to look to the heavens. Everyone still at the fire did the same. 

"Hypnotizing like the sky, too... makin' me lift up off my feet..." his hands reached slowly upwards, "I can feel it... can't you?"

Mike's head resumed staring ahead of him, "But I thought you didn't even like this song before-?"

"Never said that," Joe's hands rested on top of his head as he giggled, "Really like it now, though."

Joe's high mind was correct; you were being lifted up and engulfed in the color blue as you kept whistling the tune. You were taking Phil and Sav along with you- higher and higher- as the ground underneath rose up towards the midnight beyond like a pedestal.

And yes, you could feel it. 

"We're not too high, are we?" you asked both of them.

"Nah," Sav denied gently, "Not like we're hysterical or anything."

"To us, you are," Rick turned around to stare at the three of you and snicker, "Cos' we all seem to be real experienced with bloody hysteria."

"Yeah, we are," Phil squeezed your hand and let the sky envelop him, "That we are."

[appetite4savage]

did Sav cheat on Emma?! read to find out…. 👀

[piratefishmama]

I think yall are seriously underutilizing the actual "will help u without judgement" hero of the show when it comes to these sexuality discussions in fanfic.

Mr Clarke.

Like, I bet, without hesitation, Scott Clarke would help a bitch through figuring out their sexuality in a calm and safe environment.

He'd talk you through it, give you the facts, explain the differences between sexualities, and he's a man of science, he'd KNOW about them all, probably got curious one day and curiosity voyaged himself into being the actual gay yoda of Hawkins, whether he's gay or not, he just knows about it. It's just another thing he knows he can help kids with, knows he can help them feel safe and accepted.

Let's be real all the party kids have been in middle school. He'd KNOW them all, including Robin, Steve, and Eddie