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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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me if i ever met them:
“i’m so sorry i’m shaking you guys i’m just so super shy and nervous about meeting you all”
them:
“shy?”
“and nervous?”
“about meeting us?”
“us?”
“anytime we’re around fans we get shy and nervous”
“pretty shy and nervous, yeah”
“cos like, what if one of ‘em wants to ask us out, y’know? we sure as hell aren’t prepared for that by any stretch”
“but we’re not ones to try and intimidate, honest to goodness.”
“we think you’re cute.”
“we?”
“uhh…”
“we meaning you, you mean?”
“uhhhh…”
*static silence*
*crickets*
me: “dID ONE OF THEM JUST
FLIRT WITH ME?!?!?!”
the other members: *instantly point to whoever’s the one admitting i’m cute*
(i still don’t know who that would be honestly none of them would think i’m cute hehehehe)
#def leppard#joe elliott#steve clark#rick allen#rick savage#phil collen#defleppardimagine#defleppardimagines#def leppard one shot
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Girl (Phil Collen)
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Warning: sexual content
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Y/N’s POV
The room was quiet, aside from the sounds of bodies and lips clashing together and the loss of breath we were both experiencing.
Our relationship escalated quickly. I went from being a stylist for the band to a friend with benefits before the first leg of the tour was over.
We were friendly at first, lightly flirting and teasing each other as normal friends do.
The friendly teasing then turned into pulling each other into whatever empty rooms we could find on tour and a quick slap on the ass in the hallways every now and then as we passed each other.
“What have I told you about wearing these?” His breath was hot against my ear as he grabbed the belt loops of my way-too-tight jeans to pull me even closer, if possible.
“Figured it wouldn’t matter considering they’d end up on the floor anyway.” I smirked at him as his teeth made their way to beneath my earlobe.
“You know they drive me insane. You wore them on purpose.” His voice spoke in a rough, lusty tone as his thumb fumbled with the button.
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” I raised an eyebrow.
His eyes shifted to a dark shade of desire. I’ve really done it now.
Before I could even blink, he picked me up and threw me hard on the bed. Shortly after, it creaked as he crawled above me.
“Are you sure you want to find out?” His grin was almost devilish.
I nod, and he quickly removes the denim wrapped around my legs then tosses them across the room.
“Bad, bad girl. Already soaked.” He says after spreading my thighs apart and kissing the inside of them gently.
He paused to observe the set I wore today before discarding the thin fabric to join my jeans.
I had little time to collect myself before his first thrust, fully bottoming out right away.
“Fuckin’ hell, Phil!”
He lets out a groan as my nails curve into him, my back arching.
“Where’d you learn those filthy words, eh?” His devious chuckle causes vibrations against me.
His motions are mechanical, yet passionate. It seemed as if he had no end in sight and yet, wanted to please us both as much as possible.
I yelp as his hands grip my thighs harder, probably leaving purple marks.
His broken moans and whispers of my name signal his release is near. I grip his hair tight as a sign that he better not pull out of me.
He understands my wordless hint, his movements getting slower and slower.
My stomach fills up with the warmth from him, my legs trembling from aftershocks. He peppers kisses all across my collarbone as he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty again.
I utter a moan of disgust as I don’t want this to be over yet. I wish I could just have this moment every single day. He collapses next to me, catching his breath and pulling the sheet over us.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and smiles at me.
“What?”
“You’re just so beautiful.”
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The course of true love - one-shot
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This is a remix/extension of Just The Way You Are by the amazing @thiswatch-lepparddef-werehi. Warning, contains spoilers for that story!
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“So that went well.” said Phil into the awkward silence that followed Lizzie’s departure and the sound of a door slamming from upstairs.
Steve grimaced, “Oops. I thought he’d find it funny. I suppose I should go and apologise.”
He makes to stand up but Sav holds up a hand, “Maybe give it a few minutes?” Steve looks at him quizzically. “Well, she hasn’t come back has she!”
“Oh yeah.” He gazes up at the ceiling as if x-ray visioning through to whatever is happening overhead, adding “Well done Rick!” with a note of fatherly, or at least big-brotherly, pride.
“Well done Lizzie I think you mean!” corrects Cathy. “She’s like a horse whisperer but for grumpy men.”
“She’d be better off sticking with the horse.” chortles Phil.
“Much less trouble.” agrees Steve.
“Much more useful.”
“And probably smells better.”
“Not to mention…”
The Twins’ double-act is cut short by Rick suddenly reappearing in the doorway. He marches up to Steve with a face like thunder and hauls him up off the sofa by his shirt collar.
“Woah!” The blond raises his hands palms-out in defence, but too slow to stop Rick from giving him a smacking kiss right on the lips!
“Cheers mate!”
He claps the speechless man on the shoulder, then picks up a half-full bottle of wine from the coffee table and sweeps back out of the room calling “See you later guys, don’t come knocking!” behind him.
Steve blinks, and the astonished expression is replaced with a smirk as he sits back down. “I hope she’s a better kisser than Rick!” He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and takes another sip of beer.
“I guess your friend really likes him then?” asks Phil.
“She’s talked about nothing else for weeks! She made us go back to that bar three times in the hopes of running into you all again.”
“I thought she was going to cry when we finally found you but there was no Rick.”
“But then we come back here and a conniving cupid brings them together.”
“The course of true love never did run smooth. Sometimes it needs a bit of a prod.” pipes up Steve.
“Aww, you old romantic.” Anna turns to smile at him and Steve actually blushes.
“Hehe… um… you girls… um… look like you need more drinks?” he stammers, standing up hurriedly.
Phil also leaps up, “I’ll give you a hand, mate.”
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In the kitchen, Steve stares vacantly at the countertops as if he has forgotten what they came in here for, while Phil digs another bottle of vodka out of the cupboard. Eventually noticing that his friend is waving the bottle in front of his unfocused eyes, Steve takes it and asks nonchalantly “So you and Anna… how’s that working out?”
“Mmm? Oh, yeah, good. Fine.” To Steve, his enthusiasm seems a little forced. “You and Cathy? Gonna get lucky tonight?”
“If I play my cards right.” To Phil, Steve’s tone sounds less confident than his cocky words imply. He keeps glancing back through the doorway to the sofa where the two girls are whispering and giggling.
“Pretty girl.”
“Yeah.” says Steve thoughtfully. “Oh, what, Cathy? Yes, oh yes, very pretty.”
“Uh huh.” Phil watches as Steve continues to faff about with bottles and glasses and checking in the freezer for ice for the third time, not showing any huge hurry to get back to the other room. “Look, mate,” Steve looks up from digging through the cutlery drawer for no readily apparent reason, “did we, err, do this wrong?”
“Do what wrong?”
“Pick the wrong girls?”
Steve turns his face away again, but not before Phil catches the guilty expression that flashes across it. He folds his arms, “Not sure what you mean?”
“You like Anna?”
Steve bites his lip, then nods, “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s Cindy all over again!”
Phil’s mouth quirks up in a half-smile, “Why didn’t you say something?”
Steve shrugs, “You saw her first, you had dibs.”
“Dibs? What are we, seven?” He shakes his head, “I should have known. You and redheads, so predictable!”
“It’s fine. It’s just…”, he tries to sound casual, “some girl in a bar. I’ll get out of your way. Maybe see if Cathy needs walking home.”
“Actually… about Cathy…” He turns to look back at the two women, still apparently engaged in intense conversation.
Steve raises one eyebrow.
Phil grins, “She is well fit!”
“But you picked Anna!”
The two female heads turn at that exclamation and the boys both reflexively respond with cheesy grins before turning back to busy themselves with the drinks.
“Shhh! Yeah but… I didn’t realise she was so… well… tall!”
“God Phil, you are so shallow!”
“Says the man who’s based his entire love-life on hair colour!” Steve scowls, but cannot refute the truth of this statement. “So… you fancy Anna… I fancy Cathy… what are we going to do about it?”
“We’re pretty stuck aren’t we?”
“Are we?”
Steve looks at Phil’s raised eyebrows, “What are you…? What?” he lowers his voice, “You mean, swap?”
Phil nods vigorously.
“We can’t. That’s so… disrespectful. They’re people, not puppies!”
“Ugh, s’pose you’re right. But we can’t just… you know… just to be polite.”
“No. Awkward.”
“Foursome?” suggests Phil with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Ew, no!”
“Fair enough. Look, do you think Cathy’s even into you?”
“I dunno. I can never tell.”
“That’s because you’re Mr Oblivious. A girl will be practically humping your leg and you're still all,” he puts on a dreamy voice, “I wonder if she likes me?”
Steve looks affronted, “I do not sound like that. Anyway, aside from the character assassination, do you, in this particular case, with your vastly superior perception, think that either of them likes me? Or likes you for that matter?”
“Actually, not sure. Mixed signals. They seem friendly enough, but not exactly gagging for it. Don’t roll your eyes, it’s an important distinction. Right, so I’ve got a plan - rest of this evening, we just work out who likes who, no one makes a move, then we regroup, pick our target, and bingo, in like Flynn! You’re rolling your eyes again - do we have a deal or not?”
Steve sighs, “Sure. I guess. Just be subtle okay?”
“Totally. Subtle is my middle name. They won’t know a thing.”
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Back in the living room, Cathy glances back at the kitchen door. “What are they doing in there? How can it take this long to make a vodka tonic?”
Over the top of her head, Anna watches the two boys gesturing and muttering to each other. “I don’t know, but I reckon they’re talking about us. I definitely heard my name.”
“They’re probably trying to work out if they’re getting lucky tonight!” The girls giggle.
“And are they?”
“Don’t know, haven’t made my mind up yet.” Abandoning hope of ever getting the promised vodka tonic, she picks up Steve’s beer from the table and takes a swig. “Yours is pretty cute though, are you gonna…?”
Anna looks back at the kitchen, “Mmm, I’m thinking maybe not? I mean, Phil’s nice and everything… but… I like a little more mystery in my men, you know?”
Cathy rolls her eyes, “I know, you’re a sucker for the quiet brooding types. I get that, but they’re just so much more work. Give me cheerful and straightforward anyday.”
“Like Phil?”
“Haha, er, yeah, I guess like Phil.”
Anna can see that the blonde is blushing and trying to hide it behind the beer bottle. With another quick check that the guys are still safely out of earshot, she leans forward and whispers “We could always… swap?”
Cathy makes a shocked expression, but Anna can tell she’s thinking about it. “Not just for my benefit? Do you even like Steve?”
Anna makes the hand gesture for maybe, but then grins and nods eagerly!
“You sly fox!” She elbows her friend in the ribs joshingly. “Oh but we can’t, not really. It would be rude. You can’t just exchange men because they don’t go with your shoes!”
“Oh. I guess not.”
Cathy takes another sip of beer and muses, “But maybe… if we were sneaky…?”
“I like it. Keep talking…”
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“Ladies. Your drinks.”
“Finally. We were starting to wonder if you were distilling the vodka from scratch!”
With a barely noticeable moment of hesitation, the boys sit back down at each end of the sofa, next to their officially designated companion.
“So what did we miss?”
“Oh nothing much.” The girls briefly catch one another’s eye, looking away quickly before their plotting is given away by a smirk. “Emma’s giving Sav laundry tips so he doesn’t shrink any more t-shirts, Joe keeps peering out the window every two minutes to check the neighbours haven’t called the police, and Greta’s gone to the loo.”
“Or she might be hiding from Joe.” suggests Cathy, grinning, “I’m not sure she’s finding him so, um, impressive, after his performance!”
Steve and Phil both snicker, but then lapse into silence. They seem… preoccupied.
“Actually, we were thinking…”
“...that this party needs livening up…”
“...and we’re sure you guys have a bunch of cool records…”
“...so we decided it’s time to do some dancing!”
“I don’t dance.” says Steve regretfully.
“Aw but you must do, you’re so musical?” implores Cathy with big eyes. Steve just shakes his head, so she turns the eyes on Phil at the other end of the sofa.
“I do!” he responds eagerly (although in fact he is usually almost as reluctant as his shy Twin).
“YAY!” Both girls clap their hands.
Eyeing Steve, who is staring at his beer bottle and looking deeply unenthused, Phil suggests, “Record player’s over in the corner, why don’t you two go pick something you like?”
The girls jump up, beckoning to Emma to come and help them choose.
Once they’re out of earshot, Phil scoots closer to his bandmate and cajoles him, “Come on, this is our chance to mix it up, test out the chemistry.”
“You know I can’t dance. I look like a giraffe that’s stepped on a plug. No one’s going to find that attractive.”
“Dunno, it works for Mick Jagger. Anyway, you don’t have to go wild, just… sway a bit… get nice and close… you know… smooth?”
Steve just stares at him with a faintly hopeless expression.
“Jesus, how do you get any birds?”
“Pity mostly.” he deadpans.
“Just try your best okay. And keep your hands off MY girl!”
“And which one is…”
Just then, to the strains of Phil’s new Prince album, the two girls appear in front of them, wiggling their hips and holding out encouraging hands. With a last meaningful wide-eyed glare back at Steve, Phil jumps up, shoves the coffee table back to make more room, and joins Anna in something more or less resembling dancing. Realising that resistance is futile, Steve peels himself off the sofa and commences some awkward jiggling. On the other side of the room, Emma has also coaxed Sav onto the ‘dancefloor’, where they are putting on a considerably more graceful performance than the two guitarists can manage. Joe, having finally moved away from the window and realised that he has been abandoned by his lady friend, has gone to look for her.
The first couple of songs are quite lively and the four dance mostly as a group, sometimes splitting into their respective pairs and then sometimes the two girls dancing together, leaving their partners bobbing aimlessly around on either side. Then comes a slower track and Cathy is the first to turn it into a couples dance by placing her hands on Steve’s hips and starting to sway. Slightly less elegantly, Anna drapes her arms round Phil’s neck - her boots only have a tiny heel but at 5’8” she’s still taller than him, whereas, even in her three-inch stilettos, Cathy barely reaches Steve’s chin. Then, at a dramatic point in the chorus, Cathy extends her arm out to Anna and they split off to twirl around each other, ending up, quite by chance of course, with the opposite partner. Phil looks pleased as punch as the diminutive blonde loops her arms around his waist, while Steve can’t believe his luck when the willowy redhead presses her cheek against his.
The next song is another fast one and the couples break apart once more, but continue to dance more or less in the new pairings until, as the tune starts to fade out, Steve puffs out a long breath and pleads “Can we stop now? I’m knackered.”
Fanning herself with her hand, Cathy nods in agreement, and even Phil looks relieved. As they reach the sofa, the girls exchange furtive glances and secretive smiles before smoothly manoeuvring to sit Cathy next to Phil and Anna next to Steve, inducing two identical confused expressions and a flustered ‘huh?’ from the latter.
“Hi Steve.” says Anna with a smile.
Less subtle, Cathy hooks her leg over Phil’s knee and drops her head onto his shoulder, and both boys break into delighted grins.
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Vigilante
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Post Hawkeye Series - (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)
Summary: You get saved by Clint Barton... or so you thought.
Word Count: 3.3K
TW: Guns, Men
You don't know why you moved to New York.
Okay, that's a lie. Yes, you do. You got a nice fancy job in the old Stark tower that paid you slightly more than you were qualified for.
Plus, you were determined to make it on your own. To prove to everyone back home, including your mother, that you could make it. Be someone. Look adversity in the eye and say fuck you!
But fucking adversity left you drained. Tired every day after working way longer than should be legally allowed. No time to socialize or find people with your interest. Not that you had much besides keeping up with the Avengers and binge-watching your three favorite sitcoms. You thought about getting a cat. One named Liho you saw on an adoption website, but a day later, the cat was snatched up.
Regardless, you wanted more from your life.
So here you were, walking home alone late on a Friday night after your numerous train stops.
Now, the part of the borough you lived in wasn't bad; it just had too many things going on with insufficient outlets. Speaking of that, there was another item on your list: find a new place.
As the late winter air nipped the sidewalk, you started making your way to your place when you turned the corner, finding yourself at the sight of a half dozen men in tracksuits.
You crossed your arms over the front of your cream-colored sweater and put your head down. Maybe if eye contact was lost, they would miss you.
If only.
"Hey, where are you going?" You didn't dare to look up as your Doc Martens hit the ground a little faster and harder. "Hey! Lady! We're talking to you." A second voice called out from behind you before a third one stopped you. Physically. With your head down so well, you didn't see the man until you fell on your butt on the dirty sidewalk.
"Now, now. We're not here to hurt you. We want to get to know you." He spoke, sending chills down your body. You began fumbling with your bag while doing your best to keep an eye on the ugly man with the funny voice. "Hey!" A fourth guy reached down and snatched your brown leather bag. "You won't be needing this!" The man laughed as he held up your pink can of pepper spray.
You were probably about to do something dumb when it happened.
THUNK
You watched as an arrow came and shot the can of pepper spray the guy was holding up. It sent the contents of the can directly into his eyes. Blinding him and leaving him a burning mess as the guys around you ducked in shock. You kept her head low, too. Not wanting to get sprayed or accidentally hit with an arrow.
But wait. Why would you get hit? That's when you smiled. An Avenger!
You crawled away from the crying man and lifted your head to look in the direction the arrow was fired but saw nothing on the rooftops.
The man behind you still screamed in pain as another one decided he was done and started to take off. But that's when you saw another arrow being fired from the laundry mat rooftop. You couldn't make out the shape of the person, but a bow and arrow gave away the identity. Clint Barton.
You watched as the arrow flew in front of the guy before it broke apart and formed a giant net. Wrapping the guy up and taking him down into a store window, knocking him out.
2 down. 4 to go. You thought.
But the tracksuit guys must've thought the same thing as one of them ran up to you and grabbed you. Pinning your right arm behind you. You tried your best to fight him off, but your slaps and swings didn't do anything, especially when he started to bend your arm.
You silently cursed yourself. You really should've taken those self-defense classes Collen Wing told you about.
"Show yourself, and we won't hurt her!" The man spoke in a heavy, accented voice. You winced as he tightened the tight grip he had on you. "Ow!" The man told you to shut up as the three other guys started forming a circle around you.
Safety in numbers and whatnot.
"Come out!" One of them yelled, making you smile. You knew an Avenger wouldn't give themselves away. Right now, they have the upper hand. The element of surprise they lose that and they-
"Alright! Here I am!"
Huh? You widened your eyes as a female voice loudly spoke from that same rooftop. Shit. You thought. This wasn't Clint Barton. This wasn't an Avenger. It was some girl playing vigilante...
But then the voice stepped into the glow of the moon.
You took back what you said.
This wasn't some dumb girl playing vigilante while risking both of your lives. This was some beautiful dumb girl playing vigilante, risking your lives.
Her pretty black hair and sharp jawline had you hooked.
Just wait till later when you got close enough to look into her eyes and take in her figure.
"Don't hurt her!" The voice called out as they took more steps on the rooftop before she was at the edge. What was she doing?
"Shoot that one!" The guy with his hold on you yelled to the other three guys. But as the three readied their guns, it was already too late because when you looked back to the rooftop, she was gone. "Fuck!" The guy to your left yelled. "Where did she go?!"
They were now growing more panicked, and you were loving it from being scared to amused in a couple of minutes. Don't get it twisted. You were still greatly concerned for your safety and well-being, but watching the guys who appeared to be tough now start freaking out over a girl with a string and two sticks was a little funny.
"Wait, I think I see-" Before the guy to your right could finish, an arrow was fired from an unknown direction, hitting him in the right arm. Like the guy before him, he was out like a light. When you squinted your eyes at the arrow, you could see it had a label on it. A label!
'Zzzzz,' you internally laughed and slowly couldn't wait to see who was saving your life.
3 down. 3 to go.
"Shit!" The guy behind you yelled. "Bro, where did that come from?! Where did it come from!"
"Over here!" She gleefully cheered!
The guy with his hold on you swung you around to the right as he tried to find her. "Fire!" He commanded the last two guys. "But-" "Do it!" You attempted to shout no, but it was too late. The two guys took some steps forward and started firing their guns. Silenced, of course. But as their bullets were fired in the direction they thought the girl was, from the corner of your eye, you saw her run across the street to your side of the road.
You tried your best to get a better look at her but failed. The last thing you saw was purple and a ponytail bouncing back and forth.
"Stop!" The one behind you, who you were now calling Dudley (Even though this was certainly not his name.), yelled. "Go check it out, bro." "You go." "I'm holding the hostage, bro!" You rolled your eyes and sighed. One of the three gave you a look but scoffed. "Fine! I'll check it out."
He began to walk forward and cross the street. "Anything?" Dudley asked. The one near the shot-out car was about to respond when he bent down. "Hey! Bro, it looks like she left an arrow-" As he grabbed it, it shocked him, sending him to the ground convulsing.
4 down. 2 to go.
"Fuck this!" The other grunt said as he took off running. Unknowingly to right where she was. So, as he was too busy yelling back at Dudley, the girl dressed in a purple superhero suit with her bow and arrow stepped out from behind a parked car and tripped him with it. He crashed into the sidewalk, and as if she had done it a thousand times before, she twirled her body around and pulled out an arrow, sending it right towards you.
Wait towards you?
Towards you?!
You tried your best to move out of the way! But the last tracksuit guy kept his hold on you; besides, it was too late. The arrow made contact!
Your eyes closed when it happened, but a second later, they were open. You weren't shot! Right? "Oh shit!" The girl from down the block yelled before she took off running towards you. "Don't move! Don't move!"
You were held hostage and witnessed a single woman take out six guys like an Avenger. You most certainly were not leaving.
When she finally made it in front of you. Your breath hitched. She was even more gorgeous up close. Now you could make put the details of her face. Her jaw still sharp, but her lips looked soft like pillows. She had a scratch on her chin and a bandaid on her left eyebrow. Her eyes were a mix of grey and blue. They briefly darted at you before she passed right by you. Wait...
You turned your body as she stopped two feet behind you. "Oh no, no, no!" She put a hand to her head and looked down to the ground. You looked down as well and couldn't believe your eyes.
"I didn't mean to pick that arrow, I promise! I don't even know why I carry it! I mean, what's the point of labeling these arrows if I'm not looking at which one I pick!" She rambled as you couldn't fathom what you were looking at. Sure, you heard the stories of Scott Lang. You went to see Rogers: The Musical. But in front of you on the sidewalk, you were looking at a couple-inch-tall Dudley, and you couldn't believe it.
You pushed your finger into him, knocking Dudley over.
"Hey, don't do that." The girl scolded you, making you look up at her. "He just held me hostage. Are you serious?" She dropped her mouth and closed it again. "I mean, you're not wrong, but now he's.. well.. that.." She looked back down to the ground. "What should we do?" She asked aloud. "We?!" You lifted your eyebrows to her, making her snap her head back to you. "Yeah. I was saving your life!"
"Well, I didn't ask you to use the shrinking arrow!"
"I didn't mean to!" She whined and looked back down at Dudley. "Wait, where is he?!" You looked back down and squatted, but you didn't see him either. "Quick check your shoes." She frantically looked at you. "I didn't step on him!"
"Check them!" She responded, checking hers. You rolled your eyes and checked.
"He's not here." You replied as you looked down the street. "Ummm.." The ponytail-wearing girl looked where you looked. Running under street lights was a rat that looked like it might be a little too big for its size. "You don't think-"
"No!" She quickly replied and turned her head. "I saved you. End of story." She waited for you to agree. "Okay. You saved me." You said as Kate pulled out her phone. "I'm reporting this. The police should be here soon." You didn't really hear here as your eyes traveled back to the rat. Further away. It's not smiling.. is it?
"Are you hurt?" You looked back at her. "Huh?" She smiled and took a step closer. "I asked if you were hurt. It looks like they didn't rough you up, but it's always nice to check." She smiled at you again, this time showing off her pearly whites. Fuck she's cute. Like really cute. Oh wait, it's now your turn to talk... "Fine, think, I am." You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, missing the lifesaver scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Sorry. I meant to say I think I am fine." You opened your eyes just in time to see her nod as her eyes looked you over.
Was she checking you out?
"Good." She replied with a nod, and she was about to say something else when: "You have pretty eyes." Excuse me?! Why did you say that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?
The archer seemed to be surprised by your statement and blushed. Hard! "Well, thank you. I must say, usually, people thank me or offer to buy me pizza, but this is nice, too." She laughed, breaking the nervous air you made happen. "I'm so sorry!" You groaned "Yes. Thank you for saving me, and I'm sorry for saying what I said. Not that it's not true. You do have pretty eyes. And your smile is great! Plus, I'm in love with your hair- But I didn't mean to say it aloud. It was just for me. But that doesn't mean-"
"Kate Bishop." She stopped you with two words while smiling. Holding out her hand. "What?" You questioned.
"Hi. I'm Kate Bishop. 23. I just saved your life, and this is our first time talking." She made a gesture to her extended hand. You sighed, relieved, and shook her slightly rough but still soft hand. "Thank you for saving my life, Kate Bishop. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. 25." Kate smiled as she felt your hand in hers. Soft. She thought.
"It was an honor to save such a beautiful lady with even prettier eyes," Kate said, making you blush, and a butterfly get pregnant in your stomach. "Do you flirt with all the people you save?" You questioned, still shaking her hand. Kate responded with a shake of the head. "First time."
"Then I am honored." You couldn't stop the smile that crawled onto your face as she dropped your hand. And neither could Kate watching you. "So, are you sure you're all good? No scratches or anything?" Kate asked, looking only into your eyes. "I'm all good. Now." You said.
"Do you live around here?" She asked. "Bold of you." Kate rolled her eyes. "I'm asking because I want to ensure you get home safely."
"Sureee." You said but lifted your hand and pointed to your building. "Right there." Kate looked at it and didn't like it, but not everyone could live in their mom's penthouse apartment after their own apartment was set on fire. "I'll walk you." Kate put a hand on your backside and started moving the two of you along. Passing the knocked-out guy on the sidewalk.
"Police should be here soon." She said when she saw you look at the guy.
"Okay." You replied as her hand rested now fully against you. This was nice, and your body couldn't help but remind you. Having someone care for you and touch you...
"Kate?" You asked as you were now getting closer to your place. "Do you do this often? The Vigilante thing?" Kate nodded immediately. "Practically all the time." She beamed. "I'm still new, but I was trained by Clint! You know Hawkeye!?" She enthusiastically proclaimed.
"Clint Barton trained you?!" You couldn't believe it. "Yep! Check it out!" She dropped your hand and pulled out her phone. On her Lock Screen was a picture of her and Clint with a golden retriever. "Oh my God! Holy shit! That's amazing!" A part of you wanted to say this was fake and that there's no way, but she did take out six guys and make it seem like fun, so you'd believe her regardless. Plus, she flirted with you. And checked you out!
"So, do you have a cool nickname? Wait, are you an Avenger?!" You stopped in front of your building and turned to Kate with all seriousness. "Are you?!" Kate did one of those yes/no faces. "Kind of. It's a grey area considering the Avengers aren't like a proper thing anymore, but yeah, I guess I am." She nodded and smiled. You smiled back. "That's so cool." You said.
Kate looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. You both noticed. "You know..." She cleared her throat. "I could send you some pics of Clint and me if you want?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh yeah?" You caught on. "Yeah.. and maybe then I'd have your number." Kate bit her bottom lip before you agreed. "Having the number of the person who saved my life would be important. You know, in case anything like this were to happen again." You spoke as Kate put her number into your phone before sending herself a text. "Well, I hope nothing like this happens again," Kate said, handing you your phone before she continued. "I mean, I would save you, of course, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
That warmed your heart in more ways than one.
So, with pink cheeks, you turned to look at your building. You were about to walk up the steps when you stopped yourself. "You know.." Kate looked at you with peaked interest. "The police haven't come by yet, and we both know how dangerous this area can be.." Kate lightly nodded. "Plus, I'm enjoying getting to know the archer who saved me. So maybe we should keep walking.. together."
Kate smiled at you and took your hand in hers. "I know a safer place we can walk to."
"Lead the way."
Kate smiled and started pulling you further away from your place just as cop cars went speeding by the two of you.
"Thank you." You spoke as the flashing blue and red lights became a dot. "For saving me and all that." You flustered. "It's no problem. I would've done it anyways, but it helps that you're pretty and..." Kate trails off in thought before her eyes widen. "Maybe tonight you'll get lucky."
That made you laugh in a mixture of shock and nervousness.
"What!?" You exclaimed as your cheeks went from pink to red. "What?" Kate looked at you as if she said nothing wrong. "What did you say?" You asked.
"I said maybe tonight you'll get to meet Lucky."
She most certainly did not.
Right?
"Lucky?!" You asked. Kate released your hand and pulled out her phone again, showing you the Lock Screen. She pointed with her thumb at the golden retriever. "Lucky." You nodded and retook her hand once the phone was put away.
"So we're going to your place?"
That made Kate blush and realize she would have to say something sooner rather than later.
"Well... yeah. It's way safer, and I figured we wouldn't want to stop talking anytime soon, so why not.." Kate sheepishly looked at you, but all she saw were joy-filled eyes. "I'd like that if I can make one request."
"Okay?" That made Kate nervous. "I want a kiss. Like in the movies. Cliche."
Kate squeezed your hand and stopped. Now that made you nervous. "I mean, unless I'm totally reading the signs wrong." You sputtered. "In which case. I'm joking. This was an attempt to wanting more from life, and it was a joke at the same time somehow, so please igno-"
Kate kissed you to shut you up and because the signs were right.
From the moment Kate ran up to you after shrinking that guy, she had never seen a girl more beautiful. And let's remember she fought the Black Widow's sister. Her not-so-subtle flirting, along with your flustering, had made Kate's stomach do flips.
So kissing you was the easiest decision she made all night. Well, that and saving your life.
When Kate's pink lips left yours, you knew you were never leaving New York.
dividers by @/benkeibear
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A round of twister: Hi there!! Words cannot describe how excited I got when I saw you we’re doing matchups, and congrats on 1k!! I’d be delighted to receive a Hunger Games one (I checked and I noticed you wrote for coryo and lucy gray SO I’LL GIVE IT A SHOT and see what ya got if you have the willingness and knowledge in the trilogy + tbosas), but if you’re not writing for that I’d be more than happy to receive a marauders one <33 (If you have the motivation and energy for it obviously!!) Whoever fits me the best will do.
Starting off, i’m an ENTP with a sun sign of taurus. I’m a straight (BUT 110% SUPPORTING) woman who goes by she/her. My hogwarts house is Slytherin. I’m 5’4 with chest length blonde hair, green bright eyes (with a line in the left one?) w a slim/a lil curvy body. I should wear glasses, but I don’t. Never. Not doin that.
Describing my style will always be a touch cookie. One thing i know for sure is JEWELRY ALWAYS. Typically golden hoops. I dress in long skirts, dresses, sweaters, turtlenecks, blouses etc. Going for comfort but making it look somewhat chic. I wear pants on rare occasions (they are so uncomfortable for what?) Got my big pink & blue scarf walking down the street as I pretend I’m the main character lol (Gotta put in the effort to make life better huh). I really don’t have a color palette - just different every day, multiple shades.. I’m not very into fashion, but I do enjoy an outfit. I used to sew, but I always fucked up five minutes into the project - so I dropped it.
People tend to describe me as intelligent and observant, which I do agree on partly. The thing is that i hate bragging about myself, but secretly I consider myself better than anyone else. Talking to strangers and improving their day brings me life, but I’m also insecure about their thoughts about me. I’m such a fantastic friend once you’ve got to know me. I think about the small things and adore giving thoughtful gifts as well as letters. Overachiever and ambition is my first names if I find passion in the subject, and this is probably the grounding sources for my anxiety ejdjsksb. My humor is definitively worth questioning. It’s just awfully dry and sarcastic (and yes, I do die laughing at my own jokes). Honestly, a lot of people might call me boring, but that’s because they are out there searching for a thrill in drugs and alcohol. I assume I got this stone face frame before you crack me open as a way of not getting judged by fellow college students..
In my free time i tend to read a lot. Mostly classics and psychology inspired ones at the moment. Don’t worry, no collen hoover for me thank you. I have a huge interest in true crime and scary themes, and it has always been fascinating to me. Horror enthusiasts forever and always. My favorite area to deep dive into are cults. Currently i take humanities courses, which is a lot of philosophy, history and culture. My way of handling emotions is probably by scream singing to emotional music or just yelling out of the blue. I love shopping (my wallet does not agree) Other things I enjoy; Deep conversations and singing - ending up sounding very poorly. But I do play the guitar fairly well, until my fingertips are cracking (less fun). Researching stupid, unnecessary things. Taylor swift, kisses, physical letters, iced coffee, pretty nicknames, rain, people smiling at me, feeling loved and needed, thunderstorms.
About the things i dislike thennnn. Being excluded, people invalidating my feelings, car noises HAHA, slow walkers, not doing something perfectly at the first time, people who make fun of others, rude people who mocks others for no reason, maths…
My love language is most likely words of affirmation. There’s just something about a beautifully put together love declaration that makes me melt. Also, physical touch. This was something I used to feel awkward about but now I live for those gestures and touches. OH AND ALSO, acts of service. An act tells so much more than any word (I just realized what I just said is the polar opposite of word of affection. BUT HELLO?! I LOVE EVERYTHING HAHA)
I assume that’s pretty much it! Have a wonderful continuing day, or night - whatever time it is. Thank you dearly in advance <33
𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
i ship you with ...
finnick odair !!!
ok, firstly, thank you so much for the love <3
now lets get to the good stuff.
the minute you started talking about your style i could picture you with finnick.
i also had a very vivid image of the two of you laying in bed, your head on his lap, just enjoying each others company during a thunderstorm.
no conversation.
just the sound of the rain until one of you gets hungry or needs to move
or, possibly, the only other sound being you humming or singing in his lap.
everything about you just screams finnick's s/o !!
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"This might be a touchy subject Keenie but... what happened to your coworkers? Think their names were... Collen and Cletus, right?" Wesley didn't want to upset the lamb, o wouldn't be surprised if she didn't want to talk bout it.
@lovebug-pup
"No, it's alright, Wesley. It's nice to know people are looking out for us."
"After failing a mission, my team was denied our return to Heaven. Seeing each other filled us with guilt, so we gave our final good byes and went our separate ways."
"Last I heard, Collin chose to stay in the Living World. I guess you could say old habits die hard, because he still makes a point to comfort humans. Nowadays he likes to visit hospitals and nursing homes. Everyone loves service animals, and no one gives better hugs than Collin."
"As for Cletus? Well I am actually kind of worried about him. Cletus took the failure hardest out of all three of us."
"I feel like each of us were responsible for the failed mission in our own ways. But Cletus was the one who shot the arrow, that lead to our target's death."
"I never heard from him after our final good byes, but his parting words still make me think."
"I will never forgive myself for the pain I caused you."
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Metalhead to the rescue
(an Eddie Munson X OC one shot.)
Summary:
A new girl name Abigail at Hawkins has an anxiety attack after a run in with Jason Carver and Eddie helps to calm her down. A Stranger Things one shot.
Abigail Summers
18 years old
Blonde hair, green eyes
5'4
CW: Slight Violence inflicted on Abigail by Jason Carver
It was a month into senior year at Hawkins High when Abigail and her family moved here for her father's work. A new place. With no friends. No siblings...just her. She walked inside adjusting her glasses keeping her gaze on the ground. She managed to find the principal's office on her own and got her class schedule then headed straight to her first class. English. With a deep sigh she opened the door all eyes instantly on her. As was the fate of being a new student. "Ahh! Class this is Abigail Summers! She is new here. Treat her nicely and I expect you all to offer her help if she needs it." Mrs. Collens handed her a text book and nodded to the back of the class room. "Take the empty seat in front of Eddie Munson."
She nodded and headed to the back of the class keeping her eyes on the floor. She sat in the desk in front of the guy she assumed to be Eddie. Once the lecture started she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Y...Yes?" She whispered not turning her attention to the guy behind her. "Uh, just...noticed you were wearing a Metallica T-shirt. Have that same one at home. Pretty cool to meat a chick that isn't stuck up with her music choices. Just...wanted to try an make you feel welcomed. Why don't you find me and the Hellfire Club at lunch, so you aren't sitting on your own yeah?" She gave a nod so he knew she heard him and he grinned silently fist pumping beneath his desk.
Two periods later Abigail walked into the cafeteria for lunch. She scanned the room a small smile showing when she saw Eddie standing at the head of a table excitedly talking about something with three other guys who's shirts matched his. One with cute sandy brown curls, another heavier set guy with some stubble and short dark curls, and one she knew as Jeff since she sat behind him in her Algebra class. She walked over to their table and smiled as she took the spot next to Eddie between him and the guy with sandy curls and a plaid cut off vest. "Here she is guys! This is Abigail, Jeff and you have casually met. This is Gareth and Grant. We are all in Hellfire together and our sick ass band Corroded Coffin!"
"Yeah if you can even call that shit music Freaks!" Jason Carver said as he walked past their table. "That fucker is Jason Carver our NUMBER ONE FAN GIRL!" Jason glared and flipped Eddie off making him grin as he watched Jason and his lackie Andy walk off. "He is an ass, but uh, don't mind him k? No one to be afraid of. All bark no bite an all that shit." She nodded and smiled. "Y...yeah had guys like him at my old school... guess you can't escape jocks without braincells no matter where you go right?" Her comment made Gareth and Eddie chuckle. "Nice to meet ya Abi. I am a grade under you but hope that doesn't keep us from being friends. Be nice having a girl at our table for once." Eddie put his hand over his heart. "Gareth the Great your words wound me! I thought our bromance was enough for you!" His dramatics made them all laugh and soon Abi was engaged in conversation with all of the guys. Talk of favorite bands ensued and the guys told her all about Hellfire club and D&D.
Once they learned Abi actually had heard about D&D before and really wanted to play she was given her own Hellfire Shirt which she wore to school the next Friday to match theirs once again finding their table and sitting with them right between Gareth and Eddie again. "So! I was thinking, I really want to make a ranger character! I like how the class sounds. I read through the classes and races from the book Eds loaned me last week! I am seriously excited to make her guys." They all grinned at how excited she was to talk about it. A grimace from Jason as he passed by seeing the new chic roped into their hell club. "Another one lost to the freaks and their satanic little club! Probably excited to have a girl for a sacrifice..." He spat as he walked past their table him and his lackies laughing at his shit joke. Abigail looked up pushing her blonde hair from her face and stood up. "Actually Jason, you would be more fitting as a sacrifice! Last I checked they needed to be virgins right and with your attitude I can't see any smart girl wanting to bed you!" All talking at the Hellfire table stopped as they all looked at her jaws dropped even the freshmen, Eddie and Gareth wearing shit eating grins of pride.
"The fuck did you say bitch... look I know you don't know the pecking order here but you're one of the Freaks now and you don't get to talk to ME like that got it. Learn your place or I will make you learn it!" She stood up straighter narrowing her eyes. "I am sorry but I am not afraid of some trust fun JOCK with a small cock okay! So fuck right on off and leave me and my friends the fuck alone!" She sat down signaling she was done with him. Gareth and Eddie grinned squeezing her tightly between them "Shit Abi that was badass!" Gareth broke the silence first. "See told you boys she was perfect for our table! Fuck the jocks we would rather be freaks!" All the guys burst into random babbles of words about how cool Abi was standing up to Jason and it made her grin with pride. Her boys deserved to know she would protect them at all costs. These were her people now and she wouldn't back down when it came to protecting them. Though her anxiety was spiking a bit at the idea that Jason might do something.
After school she had put all her things away in her locker and walked out to go meet Eddie but was soon grabbed and slammed up against a nearby wall whimpering at the impact. Her eyes looked up to meet Jason's angry orbs glaring into her. "What you said at lunch today was real bold Abigail...real bold and real fucking stupid. Thought you would get away with that little act of yours hmm. Well your boys aren't here to protect their little whore now are they." He grabbed a fist full of her hair tugging it and causing her to let out a whine. "You're going to listen to me little freak fucker. You wanna keep from getting hurt and live out your senior year here in peace... you will apologize."
She glared at him and spit straight onto his letterman jacket. "As if I would apologize to you Jason Carver!" She tried to punch him but her first was caught and swiftly pinned beside her head roughly against the brick wall with a laugh at her attempt. "Good try bitch... fine you won't apologize... I will rough you up just a little then to prove my point because no one, will believe you over me. No one will trust the word of some new bitch causing trouble over the star basket ball player!" He shoved her hard against the brick wall before throwing her to the pavement causing her knees to get skinned open droplets of blood falling from them. He kicked her in her gut once then scoffed as he walked back around the front of the school with a shit eating grin.
Eddie heard a scream and saw Jason come around the school. He knew something was up and quickly took off around the corner of the school finding Abi against the concrete, knees bleeding and breathing hard rapid breaths clearly having an anxiety attack. He jogged over to her getting down on the ground with her and pulling her gently into his arms. "Hey, hey, woah Abi shh. I've got you okay. Just you and me here." She kept breathing hard so he picked her up taking her into the woods finally setting her on his picnic table. "Abi! Hey breath with me okay. Slow breaths yeah mimic my breathing." He showed her once and then she mimicked him finally starting to calm down. "There...it's gonna be okay... can't believe he fucking hurt you that bastard." He pulled her closely to him and ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. He gave gentle kisses to her forehead over and over.
"I've got you okay. He ever lays a finger on you again and me and the guys will have his head alright. Don't fucking care if I get suspended and Gareth won't either k. Both of us adore you. Promise it won't happen again because I won't let you out of my sight after school. Shit I will even bring you to and from school okay. If you aren't with me Gareth will be with you. It's gonna be alright sweetheart." She nodded and finally managed to stop herself from crying any more. "God I felt so weak... I just froze. I wasn't expecting him to actually hurt me. Seriously I expected him to pussy out." She sighed and leaned against Eddie's chest wrapping her arms around him pulling him in closely to her. "Stay with me like this...just a bit longer Eddie... please."
"Of course sweetheart. I won't let go until you're good and ready. Swear." After a few more minutes being held by him and taking in the scent of his woodsy cologne and menthol cigs, she pulled back from him looking into his deep brown eyes with her soft green ones. "Eddie...can I kiss you?" She mumbled out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened realizing she said the words aloud. To her surprise though Eddie wasn't even phased as he leaned down.
"I would love to kiss you sweetheart." He said with a smile before his lips met hers in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss giving a soft bite to his lower lip that made him groan before he returned the gesture causing a cute whimper to fall from her. They parted breathily from one another's lips finally. "So, is this the part where you sacrifice me to Satan now that you have charmed me?" She said with a giggle. He grinned and picked her up causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. "No this is the part where I take this cute girl home and kiss her more." they both erupt with laughter as he carries Abi back from the woods to his van where many more kisses were exchanged before he took her home.
((Hope you guys enjoyed this small one shot, if you ever want to request a one shot with Abigail and the guys let me know your idea and I can try to make it happen. is also posted on AO3))
#eddie munson#eddie munson x oc#stranger things#stranger things one shots#hawkins high#fluff#eddie munson fluff#vellas fanfic dabbles
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Masterlist
Series:
The Ballad of Janie and Billy
Part one: Janie's Got a Gun
Part two: The Bronx
A friend from the other side (ghost Steve)
The arrival
Presentations
Passing Cloud (Phil Collen)
My Brother's Friend
One shots:
One A.M. in Paris a sequel to Midnight in Paris by @appetite4savage (Phil Collen)
Sleep tight (Phil Collen)
Massage Therapist (Terror Twins)
Snow Leppards (Def Leppard)
Not sure yet 🫤:
Sharp (vampire Phil Collen)
If any of the links don't work, please tell me.
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Masterlist
One Shots:
Def Leppard:
The Last Time…? - Joe Elliott x Reader (18+)
First Kiss - Joe Elliott x Reader
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Gently - Steve Clark x Reader (18+)
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Battle of the Bands - Rick Savage x Reader
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Lazy Day - Vivian Campbell x Reader
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Home Now - Phil Collen x Reader (18+)
Better People - Phil Collen x Reader (18+)
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Valentines Day Headcanons - Def Leppard x Reader
Support - Def Leppard x Reader
Bon Jovi:
Home - Jon Bon Jovi x Reader
‘I’m In Love With You’ - Jon Bon Jovi x Reader
Multi-Chapter Fics:
When Love and Hate Collide Masterlist - Joe Elliott x Reader - Complete (18+)
Love Bites Masterlist - Joe Elliott x Reader - Complete (18+)
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Writing Prompts
#queen band#guns n roses#bon jovi#def leppard#europe band#ellen's masterlist#classic rock#Ellen’s Fics
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Chasing Missile Shooters Over The Gulf Of Mexico In An F-15
We got unprecedented access to see for ourselves what it is like flying on a Combat Archer air-to-air missile shoot sortie.
Jamie HunterPUBLISHED Jun 16, 2023 11:48 AM EDT
Live Fire Missile Combat Archer Gulf of Mexico
Jamie Hunter
“Aces 11, bandit bandit!” A surge of radio calls identify the target, and make sure the jet that is about to unleash a live missile is locked-up on the correct one. In the F-15D chase aircraft, "Monster," my pilot, is working hard. We have been cleared to chase the shooter as we barrel down from our holding altitude. Leveling out, we come alongside the F-16. Monster exchanges a final volley of calls with the task-saturated shooter. He's the reassuring voice, coaching this first-time missile firing fighter pilot through the final steps. "Hostile, clear to fire!" Then come the final words of “FOX! FOX!” The missile streaks away.
All the work that goes into exercise Combat Archer — the U.S. military's largest live air-to-air missile firing event — culminates in a handful of frantic moments just like this.
Editor's Note: Welcome to the fifth and final day of WSEP Week at The War Zone. Each day this week we have posted a major feature on the Pentagon's biggest air-to-air live fire exercise that works to ensure the weapons, tactics, and people that give it an edge over its adversaries will all work as they are supposed to in a real fight.
It’s 6:00 am. The deep orange sun is slowly cresting the tree line to the east of Tyndall Air Force Base in Florida, and the dawn mist is starting to evaporate. The still of the morning air is broken by the distant thump of generators as activity on the Combat Archer flight line grows.
First light brings with it the various maintainers from the visiting F-15, F-16, F/A-18C/D, and F-35A squadrons. Before the day’s humid heat builds, they are already working hard, loading missiles allocated to specific jets for the morning Combat Archer 'go.' The loading is done under the watchful gaze of evaluators from the resident 83rd Fighter Weapons Squadron (FWS), who are taking careful notes and advising the load crews so that they get the weapons loaded up exactly right.
Most of the missiles here at the U.S. Air Force’s Weapons System Evaluation Program (WSEP) carry telemetry kits, and each weapon is paired to a specific jet so that when the action unfolds the experts tracking the data know exactly who has shot what, how they have fired it, and what the intention was. Final checks are made as the last AIM-9X Sidewinder heat-seeking missile is loaded — and the maintainers retreat to the air-conditioned sanctuary of the trailers adjacent to the flight line.
The jets are ready to go.
Maintainers load live weapons ahead of a Combat Archer mission. Richard Collens
Meanwhile, inside the 83rd FWS, the ground mission commander — known as the Pit Boss — is photocopying mission cards, checking updated details, and getting ready for the agency brief. It’s 7:00 am.
The agency brief brings together the key players for the morning’s activities. The 81st Air Control Squadron (ACS) manages the airspace, Wetstone range controllers talk to the pilots throughout the mission, the 82nd Aerial Targets Squadron (ATRS) is responsible for the drones that will be fired at, and then there are the operations teams from the various participating squadrons. They cover the general plan for the day and field any last-minute questions about drone plans, airspace considerations, weather, and similar.
After a short break comes the mission briefing, attended by all aircrew allocated to fly today. The mission flow calls for the first formation of jets to launch as a mix of F-15C, F-16C, and F-35A fighters. These will be the first to fire this morning and they are each carrying a telemetry-equipped AIM-120D Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile (AMRAAM) and are assigned to shooting at a QF-16 Full-Scale Aerial Target.
A 4th Fighter Squadron F-35A climbs into the Gulf of Mexico range complex. Jamie Hunter
Overall, the “go” on today's mission consists of four F-15s, six F-16s, and eight F-35s, all of which are using the “Aces” radio callsign. Each element — pairs or four-ships — includes an 83rd FWS pilot program manager (PM), who will act as either a shooter, or a chase platform for the shooters, or both. As the aircrew arrive in the briefing room they are all met by the Pit Boss who distributes mission paperwork and will run the show today aided by fellow 83rd FWS PMs.
Once the general flow of the mission is briefed, the Pit Boss runs through the missile and drone allocations for each shooter and then talks through the specific planned shot profiles. “Our shot profiles are all pre-briefed,” explains Maj. Arson, the director of operations at the 83rd FWS. “If they are shooting an AIM-9X in this WSEP, we’re shooting them all “combat free” — this means they are firing during a profile to represent a two-circle BFM [basic fighter maneuvers] fight. This is driven by what the AIM-9X analysts and the PMs want to see. They have a specific flare program on the drone, so those shooters are going to be set up for that shot profile already knowing exactly how and when they need to hit the pickle button. We have multiple profiles but we give them a specific profile to fly on each mission.”
While the shot profiles are all pre-briefed and set for each aircraft involved in the mission, there are a lot of variables on a Combat Archer mission.
“We need to be very flexible,” explains Arson. “If it’s a sunny clear day and it all flows well, then it can be reasonably straightforward. But typically there are pop-up factors that mean we need to do a lot of planning and hold a lot of contingency options. The tanker can drop out, we might struggle to find a shoot track [due to weather or unscheduled boat traffic], jets can break, the drone might be delayed or not work as planned.”
An F-16C gets airborne. In the background is the QF-16 "death row" with jets that are earmarked for shooting down. Richard Collens
“Ultimately, the shooter needs to be in the right place, at the right time, in VFR [visual flight rules, clear of cloud] conditions because they have to have a safety chase jet alongside in formation. That will be a PM in any jet type — any MDS [Mission Design Series, jet type] can chase any MDS. The only exception is that some experienced test pilots don’t have a mandatory chase.”
With the aircrew briefing complete, the crews head back to their respective squadron enclaves, often chatting excitedly about what they are getting to fire today. Meanwhile, the WSEP wheels are spinning into motion.
The first sign of an impending WSEP mission is that one of the pair of E-9 Widgets, assigned to the 82nd ATRS, takes off from Tyndall. The Widget, working with the 81st ACS, must conduct a range safety patrol. It will datalink details or provide bullseye references of boat positions to the range safety officers, who can then plot those around a footprint of the missile shots, to build a suitable shot track in the range complex. If there’s a boat in the way, they have to plot a new track — they don’t and cannot ask the boats to move. Then they start clearing out the airspace.
One of the E-9 Widgets assigned to the 82nd ATRS. Jamie Hunter
“The E-9 Widget fleet consists of two Dash 8s that are modified for the WEG mission in the Whiskey 151 airspace for the WSEP role,” explains TSgt. Eric Huster, an E-9 evaluator mission systems operator with the 82nd ATRS. “We fly with a crew of four — two pilots, one telemetry, and one radar operator. It’s our job to conduct sea surveillance and help build a container for safe missile fires and for the drones. We also collect and relay the telemetry data from the missiles and drones in real-time to the ground station here at Tyndall and at Eglin.”
“We have an APS-143 surveillance radar in the E-9 and it’s wildly accurate. We gather the information on surface tracks and HF downlink it to the Range Safety Officer [RSO]. They use a footprint for each missile and build a safe container for fighters to shoot inside of. We then continue to monitor vessels around the container. If they infringe the container, we ceasefire or shift the container. We broadcast on marine guard frequencies to let boaters know what we are doing, and they enter the range areas at their own risk, but they are still allowed to do as they please — we have to shoot around them.”
“In the E-9 we can also track slow-moving aircraft, but we only pass that information to the Wetstone controllers at the 81st ACS, we only coordinate on the surface activity.” The E-9 takes off roughly an hour before the first drone launch — so they have around an hour to clear the range and help build the shoot track. Once the RSO has built the track, the coordinates are passed to the fighters and they can start to launch, with the E-9 proceeding to a safe holding position."
“There are times when drones get hit and we have to go and find them,” says Huster. “The drones have a drogue chute that’s supposed to deploy when they get hit, and our job is to find them and direct our 120-foot missile retriever boats to recover them.”
SSgt. Andrew Butler monitors the radar screen inside an E-9 over the Eastern Gulf of Mexico. USAF/A1C Tiffany Price
"While the E-9 is responsible for locating and identifying boats, our task is to construct the shooting trajectory to ensure the safety of missile launches," explains Lt. Col. Quincy Boles, 81st ACS Director of Operations. "This way, we prevent any potential accidents such as a missile falling onto a cargo ship or a cruise ship. Essentially, we oversee and control the entirety of the airspace within the Gulf Range Whiskey zone."
"In addition, we have AN/TPS-75 long-range air surveillance radars situated 50 miles south of Tyndall. We're planning to enhance our command and control infrastructure by incorporating more Link 16 datalinks, as an addition to our current radios. This would allow us to establish a digital connection with the fighters and deliver updated instructions through text messages for executing their shots in the future."
"We are the command and control for the mission, dictating the execution. Our responsibilities include guiding the drone along the shoot track safely, and ensuring it doesn't pass over boats. We also orchestrate the fighter jets' departure from the holding point, positioning them for a safe shot at their intended range from the drone. Each fighter jet is held individually in a combat air patrol (CAP) formation, and we alert them when their target drone is airborne."
MSgt. Stephanie Leal at work in the Wetstone range control center during Combat Archer. USAF/SSgt. Cheyenne Lewis
Back on the ground at Tyndall, the fighters’ engines are running, and the series of flights of jets have started making their way to the arming area at the end of the runway in the flow pattern of the overall mission. Maj. “Monster” is flying in the first formation in F-15D callsign “Aces 11,” with the author in the back seat. Monster is an 83rd FWS F-15 PM, and will chase a number of shots today. Two F-16s and two F-35s taxi up and park alongside the F-15 — they are all carrying live AIM-120Ds. The F-15D is also carrying a live AIM-9. This would only be used today if the drone became uncontrollable and could not be terminated. The Eagle could be called in to “splash” the drone.
Pre-flight checks of a live AIM-9M prior to the Combat Archer mission. Jamie Hunter
"Monster" ready to start the F-15D's engines. Richard Collens
At the end-of-runway, with a live AIM-9M loaded. The blue band means no live warhead, but the brown band denotes a live rocket motor. Jamie Hunter
With the first shooters at the holding point, the RSO passes the “words” to the pilots; this relates to the shoot track and signals that the WSEP mission is a go!
The fighters launch and proceed as directed by Wetstone range control to respective hold points. Most fighters will be vectored individually for their shots, but some may fire in a pair profile.
Having been granted a very rare and privileged opportunity by the 53rd Wing and Air Combat Command to fly on a Combat Archer mission, it provided me with an unparalleled insight into the complexities of this live missile exercise. I had a decent idea of what was involved, but seeing it for real really opened my eyes to just how complex these missions really are.
The flying portion of a Combat Archer mission begins with relative calm. The first set of shooters and the chase aircraft are airborne and in the range complex. Flying in Monster's back seat in the F-15D we are flying a gentle racetrack hold in the "fighter CAP" [Combat Air Patrol] listening to the various blasts of communication from Wetstone. I can hear that Monster is already being allocated to an AIM-120D-equipped F-16C from the 55th Fighter Squadron, callsign “Aces 32,” which is first up to shoot at the QF-16.
Climbing out of Tyndall in the back of the F-15D chase. Jamie Hunter
Monster calls Wetstone to clear the F-15D out of our holding height to be vectored to meet “Aces 32” as it's being set up for the first shot, known as a “pass.” The relative calm of the departure from Tyndall and the initial flight out to the holding point is suddenly and dramatically traded for the adrenaline and compressed timeline of joining on the F-16, as its pilot sets up for the shot.
We are cleared in, and Monster reefs the big Eagle into an aggressive descending turn towards the emerald waters below – we have been vectored onto the Viper and need to get there fast. Monster already has a visual on the F-16, but I'm nowhere near his level of situational awareness. "Are you ready," he asks me? I'm fighting the g-forces, desperately straining to get my eyes onto the F-16 out there in the blue, knowing that it's going to be loosing off its AMRAAM very soon. Not only is he checking if I'm ready to get the shots, but he's also safely tucking the jet into formation, all the while talking the Viper driver through the final pre-shot checks.
Although there's a lot of shooters in the air today, there's at least four chase jets, so we will only get to see a few of the actual shots.
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The radio communication between the pilots and the Wetstone controller takes up the story from here.
A call of “cleared to pair” is initiated by Monster in our chase F-15D “Aces 11” to get everyone on the same page. The shot is on!
Aces 11: “Wetstone Aces 11, cleared to pair Aces 32 on a Foxtrot 1 [shot profile] chased by Aces 11.”
Wetstone: “Aces 11 Wetstone, cleared to pair Aces 32 on a Foxtrot 1 chased by Aces 11, Aces 32 check tapes on.”
Aces 32: “Aces 32 check tapes on.”
Wetstone: “Aces 32 reference IP [initial point], fight's on!”
Wetstone: “Aces 32, single group bullseye, 069/69, angels 20, bogey, Aces 32 commit.” [The target is located 069 degrees and 69 miles from a pre-briefed “bullseye” position at 20,000 feet, it’s hostile, you are clear to engage].
[Wetstone giving the “commit” call indicates the shooter is within the weapon safety footprint regarding boats; this gives the chase pilot permission to arm the shooter hot].
Aces 11: “Aces 32 arm hot.”
Aces 32: “Aces 32 arm hot.”
Aces 32: “Aces 32 targeted bullseye, 069/69 20,000.”
Wetstone: “Aces 11, bandit bandit.”
[The shooter must call targeted with a bullseye. Once that call is made and range safety ensures that is the correct target, they give permission to Wetstone to pass the “bandit bandit” call to the chase pilot. Once the “bandit bandit” call is given to the chase, the chase now owns the Hostile Cleared to Fire (HCTF) call].
Aces 11: “Aces 11 copies bandit, Aces 32 hostile cleared to fire.”
Aces 32: “Aces 32 hostile cleared to fire.”
[At this point it is up to the shooter to employ in accordance with their unique shot profile; the chase will monitor and make sure they do not exceed the max shoot altitude for that day. The "hostile, clear to fire" radio call means that the missile could go at any second. We are alongside, I am ready with the camera]
The AIM-120 AMRAAM rips off the wingtip missile station of the 20th Fighter Wing F-16C. Jamie Hunter
[The missile tears off the launch rail. Suddenly, with a faint whoosh sound, it's gone in a flash. My GoPro camera picked up the actual sound of the rocket motor as the missile left the rails. The only sign of its path is a thin white trail that disappears into the distance. Often, for the shorter-range AIM-9 shots, the pilots will see the drone and watch the missile tracking it, but the long-range AIM-120s ply their trade beyond visual range.
If the missile passes the target closely but does not directly contact it, telemetry (TM) will pass a “Millertime” call. If the missile impacts the drone, the drone pilot will say “Clear the drone," which is an alert to the chase that the drone was struck and there will be debris falling. The chase will then respond, “drone is clear," and if necessary, direct the shooter to check away from the falling debris].
TM: “Millertime.”
Aces 11: “Aces 32 knock it off, arm safe.”
Aces 32, “Aces 32 knock it off, arm safe.”
Both the shooter and chase return as vectored by Wetstone to their respective hold points and the next shooter and chase are readied.
The view from the chase F-15D as the AIM-120 streaks away. Jamie Hunter
As Monster cruises out to the KC-10 tanker to top up on gas, the next shooters are being called onto their respective drones. We've taken enough gas, and our F-15D is soon vectored to pair with another F-16 for an AIM-9M Sidewinder shot, and despite a three-hour mission, it's all over in what feels like no time at all.
Moving into the KC-10 tanker for a top up in between missile shots. Jamie Hunter
Having fired its AIM-120 AMRAAM, this F-15C joins on the chase F-15D at the tanker. Jamie Hunter
The rocket motor on an AIM-9M fires before the missile rushes off the rail. Jamie Hunter
Maj “Demon” picks up the story on this particular mission. “While flying the FSAT [Full-Scale Aerial Target] absolutely adds complexity to the live fire, it is just another procedure that the 53rd WEG executes. On this mission, the QF-16 was physically downed by a direct hit from an AIM-120 fired from an F-35.”
“Just like at any military exercise, we practice operational security to protect capabilities. All the missiles shot, and aircraft flown in Combat Archer are in-service standard; at WSEP we evaluate the current capabilities that would be deployed to a combat situation if that decision was made. To do this, we develop shot profiles to gather data on very specific desired learning objectives. Sometimes while a shooter is down track, one of the many variables [aircraft, aircrew, drones, etc.] don’t meet the requirements for the profile. In that case, we do not want the shot to occur, and we try it again.”
“We strive to make sure every missile shot counts and we can gather the data we are looking for.”
A BQM-167 is recovered from the sea to live to fight another day. USAF/A1C Anabel Del Valle
Combining unit readiness training with evaluating live missile shots in a variety of situations underlines how Combat Archer is of huge value to the Air Force. It provides pilots with the real-life experience of actually firing a missile off a jet, plus it offers a litmus test for a fighter squadron to ensure they can actually execute their primary combat mission. This is very important because many of these units would soon deploy after Combat Archer, when they could be called upon to engage another aircraft under real combat conditions.
It also serves to confirm test data on real missiles, proving out what is being fed down the chain from industry and the dedicated test community, or finding new methods of employment or even anomalies that can be raised further up to leadership. Ultimately, Combat Archer is there to ensure when a pilot presses the pickle switch and screams "FOX! FOX!" the missile does exactly what it is supposed to do.
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I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 2 🔥
A/N: At last…Part 2 is finally here!!! Here is the link to Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or would like to reread :) I apologize again for taking forever to publish this part of the one-shot. Most of you have heard I’ve been super busy recently, experiencing some writers block, and accidentally deleting HALF of the story when I was almost finished *sigh.* Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me for this one. I promise I will get better with some time! Anyways, I’ll shut up now and let you get to reading!! I hope you enjoy!! ♥️
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WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️
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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage
After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.
You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.
He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.
“Fucking finallyyy.” Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.
He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.
Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.
“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.
As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.
Shit.
“Gonna give us a free show, eh?” Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.
“In your dreams, Collen.” Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. “C’mon, love. Let’s go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?”
“Yes, I’d like thatt. Lead the way, baby…bye boys!” you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.
After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.
“NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?” you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe’s resulting in…
Well, let’s just say, Sav was rather traumatized.
With this, you and Joe can’t help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you’ve grossed out the rest of the band.
When you finally reach Joe’s dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.
Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.
Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe’s tongue explore your mouth.
Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.
Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.
“Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off.”
Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.
“Please, Joe. I can’t wait any longer. I need more.” you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of ya.”
He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.
“Fuck. I forgot you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt.”
“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you start to feel him rub his long fingers through your slick folds.
“Ohh, Joe.” you whine at the sudden attention to your clit.
“So wet for me already, baby?” he praises you as he forces your chin up with his free hand. You are now forced to look deep into his darkened eyes.
“You look so pretty right now. Goddd- I’m so lucky.” Joe says in admiration, right before he pushes two of his long fingers into your entrance.
“Ohh, fuck! Feels so good!” you moan into his mouth. His lips sloppily cover yours, muffling the rest of the sounds trying to escape your lungs.
Knowing you want to feel more, Joe picks up the pace of his fingers. You can’t help but to grind your hips against his palm and the prominent bulge in his leather pants, looking for as much friction as possible. This earns a deep groan to escape his throat.
“Feel good, hm? Shit- I can’t wait to get inside of you.” he pants, already out of breath as he watches you fall apart for him.
Coming close to your fast release and your legs threatening to collapse, your heart rate increases and your moans get louder.
Your boyfriend knew all the tell-tale signs your body makes before an orgasm, but you can’t help but remind him.
“Joe- I can’t last much longer” you moan into his mouth.
With this confession, Joe quickly pulls his fingers out of you causing a loud whine to escape your mouth from the sudden lack of contact.
You are left standing against the door, your face flustered red, as you watch your boyfriend’s lips curve upwards into a grin inches away from you.
“What the hell? I was so close! Why’d you stop?” you whine as you watch him raise his middle two fingers to his face.
Your jaw drops as you watch him push those two slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.
Fuckk. That was so hot.
“You taste so good, love” he smirks. “You thought you could just tease me earlier without receiving any consequences? Tsk- now you know how it feels, hm?” he playfully taunts you.
“Please, Joe. This is torturee. I need to cum.” you beg.
“Hm- alright, love. I’ll let you off easy this time, but only because you asked so nicely.” He replies, not being able to tease you any longer.
He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.
You attack each other’s bodies again trying to get as much clothing off as possible.
“Fuck, Y/N. As sexy as these tits look in this top, they’ll look even better with it off.” he says ripping it off of you and throwing it to the ground.
“And fuck it-. You’re leaving this dirty little skirt on. I wanna watch you get fucked with it on” he growls into your ear.
Whimpering at his filthy words, you go straight to pulling his Union Jack shirt up and off his head. You throw it to the side. Then, you grab his handcuff belt, working on getting that undone.
As you work on his belt, Joe attacks your neck with his mouth like his life depends on it.
There will definitely be marks later.
Hooking your long nails into the waistband of his underwear and leather pants, you lower them down both at once. Joe steps out of them, exposing what you have been waiting for all night.
“Shit, Joe.” you admire, sucking in the breath of air you forgot to breathe due to the sight before you.
No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend naked, he never fails to impress you with his size.
“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.
“Mmhmm, yes. Anddd…I’m gonna prove it.” you purr against his lips.
Suddenly taken over by a dominant urge, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the couch behind him.
He lays completely undressed with his back lying flat against the cool leather material. Just the position you want him in.
“Wow, Y/N/N. I could cum right now, just from looking at you.” He says admiring you through the top of his eyelids as you stand over him, ready to pounce.
His words are all it takes for you to throw your legs over his, straddling your entrance just over his twitching cock.
Before you allow yourself to sink down on him, you bring your face to his saying, “I love you, Joe,” softly kissing his lips.
“I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wholeheartedly says right before sucking in a sharp breath, failing to notice your sneaky hand traveling down in between your bodies to stroke his aching cock.
“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.
With this relieving sensation, Joe is now the one falling apart for you.
After a few pumps, you rub the tip of his cock in between your folds, collecting as much wetness as possible before slowly sinking down on him.
“God, you feel so good.” Joe grunts into your ear.
You quickly both gain a steady rhythm that pleases the both of you.
“Mmmphh-” you loudly moan, adjusting to his size.
Joe’s hips buck up into your g-spot with hard thrusts, adding to your pleasure as you ride him with all of your energy.
Palming your hands on his chest, your hands can’t help sometimes trail downwards, tracing the patch of hair leading down to his shaft.
Your hands grip his shoulders for support, in fear you may already collapse.
“These perfect tits. Damn-”Joe swallows heavily while he massages them with both hands.
Throughout, Joe’s hands switch from playing with your tits to hardly gripping your waist. He pulls you down further onto his dick, grinding against each other with great force.
“Ahh- baby you take me so well.” Joe praises you.
You start rolling your hips in a circular motion, knowing that this is what throws Joe right over the edge.
“Christ, Y/N, you’re so fucking goo-.” Joe moans as his sentences become slurred due to intense sensations of pleasure.
The slick sounds of his dick pounding into you echoes throughout the room.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Ah-” he cries.
“S’close- Ohhh my god, Joe!” you scream, not caring if the people on the outside hear you both.
Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.
You notice Joe’s abs flexing more and more, realizing he is getting close too.
“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to last any longer with you. I’m about to cum.” he gasps into your mouth as you lean down to kiss him.
“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” he begs on the edge.
“C’mon baby. Cum for me.” panting as you struggle to kiss him back. The feeling of your oncoming orgasm getting increasingly more intense.
“Ohhh. Fucking hell-. Mmmphh. Baby, I’m cumming.” he deeply whines, echoing off the walls.
Thrusting down onto him one more time, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, body trembling at the sensation.
“OHHH, Y/N! Ah, fuck- fuckkk!” he deeply moans as his load fills up your insides. His hips continue to thrust up and into your soaked entrance, mindful of making sure you finish at the same time.
You sneak your hand down to rub at your clit, causing the well-known sensation to bubble down low in your stomach.
Immediately after Joe, you cum. And -shit- you cum hard.
“OHH!! Joe, mmphh. Fucking hell-” you scream at the top of your lungs as your body completely weakens and shakes from your orgasm.
The hand giving attention to your clit drops to your side in weakness, giving Joe the opportunity to take over the motion, helping your ride out your high.
“There you go, baby.” he says sweetly, watching your body shake and collapse on his chest. Your face now resting in the crook of his neck.
Shortly after, he slowly pulls out of you causing the familiar warm sensation to creep down your legs.
You both lay there for a minute or two, allowing yourselves to come down from your high. The smell of sex fills the room.
“Wow. That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” he says, catching his breath. “You did so good for me, love.”
Unable to form a proper response at the moment, you just tilt your head up to his, planting a sweet kiss to his lips.
“I love you, Y/N.” he says.
“I love you too, Joe. You have no idea-” you reply lifting your head to look into his eyes.
He laughs saying, “Oh, but I dooo. You proved yourself pretty well just now, love.” he smirks as he gently squeezes your hip in a teasing manner.
Giggling, you can’t help the pink shade that rises to your cheeks created by a mix of pride and slight embarrassment at your performance just moments ago.
“Sooo…what do ya say-? Round two when we get back to the hotel?” Joe asks.
“Oh, definitelyyy.”
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Fictober 2022 - Day 30
Prompt number: 30 - I know what this looks like
Original fiction: ONE
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
As soon as Unah opened the door, Duul and San shot up from their chairs. She gently set her knife down on the bedside table and looked at Duul. “I know what it looks like, and I can explain.”
“Where did you get that?” Duul harshly asked, before Unah could speak further. “Who gave it to you?!”
“I bought it.”
“From who?”
Unah sighed, knowing she is about to have a conversion she’s been avoiding for so long. “From Feehan.”
“And he just let you buy it?
“Among other things...” San smirked from the back of the room.
Unah and Duul ignored him. “He’s a merchant. He wasn’t going to decline a sale,” said Unah.
“And earlier today? Who taught you how to use a sword?” Duul’s voice became for and more elevated. “Answer the question, Unah!”
Unah kept quiet, but San grew frustrated with the tension, so he answered for her. “Collen taught her how to fight.”
“San!”
San shrugged. “He was going to find out, eventually.”
“Wait a minute,” Duul turned to face his brother. “You knew about this? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“To avoid this exact reaction.”
Duul squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “San, it is our job as her brothers to protect her from danger.”
“And I will, as much as I can.” He walked to the center of the room. “Just like you have for both of us. And, in turn, she will save us from danger, like she did this morning. We’ll all protect each other.” He put an arm around his brother and the other around his sister. “I know you always want to be the protective oldest brother...”
“I’m the oldest twin,” Unah, reminded him.
“But...” he ignored her, “I think we can agree that whenever we’re away from home, we’ll look out for each other.”
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Midnight in Paris (Phil Collen)
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Request by anon: a date with a young Phil in Paris, in 1984.
Thank you for the support. ❤️
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It’s our one-year anniversary. Phil pulled out all the stops, including a trip to Paris. It’s my first time here, but he’s been here a couple times now with the band. So far it has been incredible, and I’ve loved seeing all of the wonderful sights so much with him by my side.
He booked us a private candlelight dinner overlooking the city, with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. The dark glow from the candles is the only source of light in front of us aside from the moon.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I think out loud.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
“You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”
“Maybe.” He chuckles.
The server comes by to fill up our wine glasses again. I could stay up here all night if I was able to.
“Did you get a chance to look at the menus?”
“Yes, I’d just like a salad please.” Phil says.
“Same for me.”
He reaches over the table and grabs my hands to interlock with his.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
“Yes, very well.” I smile.
“I was such a lovestruck idiot back then. I knew from the moment you walked in our studio as an intern that I would make you mine.”
“Phil…” I blush.
“It’s true. I fawned over you for weeks. I think the guys were going to kill me if I kept talking about how I was going to make a move.”
“You can thank the gin we drank the night you asked me out for the liquid courage to kiss me.”
“Damn it, Sav. He’s so heavy-handed with the liquor pouring.” He shakes his head.
“I was smitten with you too. The other interns would have to snap me back into reality after you left a room.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” I laugh.
He holds up his wine glass to mine and gives it a tap. “Cheers to a year down and a hundred more to go.”
“Cheers.”
He then gets up from the table and pulls me up too. Next thing I knew, he was down on one knee. He opened a little velvet box with a ring inside.
My hand goes straight over my mouth in shock.
“Like I said, I always knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted to be yours forever. Will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?” He looks up at me with his perfect smile.
“Yes, of course.” He slips the ring on my finger and stands back up to my level to kiss me.
“I love you so much.” He says, starting to sway me around to the music.
“I love you too.”
What a perfect memory for my first time in Paris.
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Too Daze Gone (Joe x Reader)
(Happy birthday to me! You’re all going to suffer. This is a little something that I wrote over 2 1/2 years ago based on a concept that I thought of three years ago; one of the first ideas I ever had for a Def Leppard fanfic. I made some very minor edits to it ((since I’m not 17 anymore)), and honestly, this is still one of my favorite things that I’ve ever written. But I know you guys are gonna have my head for it later...)
Prompt: It’s December of 1989. You and Joe are recently married, the world has now officially entered the post-Hysteria era, and- well...
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December 1989
The soft morning sunlight was seeping through the plane’s window right next to you. Joe’s head was resting on your arm, and you used your opposite hand to stroke his hair soothingly. He had one hand on his stomach, along with his green eyes closed and shut away from the world. The plane was flying steadily now, but your minds were anything but steady at the moment. There was so much to say, but no place or time to say it. It was almost as if you two were having a telepathic conversation; there was so much thinking between you both, yet nothing was being said.
“You alright, Joe?” the voice of a London guitarist broke your attention from the window. He’d strolled over to the seats where you and the man in question were sitting, and let his concern get the better of him.
There was far too much concern going around today, so Phil's question was rather unnecessary.
“Oh, he’s fine,” you answered sweetly, knowing that Joe didn’t want to answer, and also not wanting to give Phil any hint to your invisible nerves, “He’s just feeling rather sick is all.”
Phil sighed, “Ah, yeah, the turbulence wasn't the greatest.”
You decided to go along with Phil’s theory of why Joe wasn’t feeling well. After all, it was believable.
“Yeah, we haven’t been awake that long, either. You know how he can be in the morning. He’s just sick of the day, really,” you lightly joked. Today was not necessarily a good day for jokes. There was a deep, underlying sadness beneath the surface of everybody's tone no matter how much they joked around.
“Oh, so he’s got morning sickness, I see?” Phil joked along, trying to lighten the universally tense mood, “Well, congratulations on the pregnancy, Joe.”
Your heart jumped and you forced a chuckle at the statement. You felt Joe’s heart jump, too.
“Thanks, Phil,” Joe cracked a gentle smile for him as he walked away. You could feel how forced the smile was as Joe slowly reached out and squeezed your hand. He was definitely more worried than you.
“Shh, I know. I’m worried, too,” you whispered to him so quietly that you could barely hear yourself, “But we’ll deal with this later.”
~18 hours earlier~
You weaved your hands together with the utmost anxiety as you waited for Joe to get back from a small trip to the supermarket. As you waited, there was no stopping the racing thoughts in your mind. Once one thought appeared and rooted itself within you, it was impossible to keep it from rolling into a snowball of others. It was driving you absolutely mad on the inside. Keeping calm on the outside, however, came rather easily. It almost felt like second nature at the moment. Of course, you knew that was all going to change the second Joe got back.
Everything was going to change the second Joe got back.
When he did come back, you immediately stood up and went over to him, trying to be casual and lighthearted.
"Hey! How was the store?" came the greeting from you. Your voice was nearly on the verge of breaking from the tension of the whole situation.
"A fucking treat," he grumbled sarcastically, putting four bags down on the table, "The whole bloody place was packed, the service was piss poor, traffic on the way back, you name it."
You kissed him on the cheek for a few seconds in consolation, quickly making his small dimple appear as a result. Normally, it melted your heart to see him smile, but this time, it made it almost vibrate with worry. It hurt to see him happy now, since you knew it wouldn't last long.
He turned and put his hands on your waist, "I suppose it was worth it to get back to you, though."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, quickly pecked him on the lips, telling him, "You're too kind. Now let's see what you've looted up on-"
Desperate to distract both of you from each other, you turned to the grocery bags and started to pull the items out. You did it in a sped-up manner to keep your hands from shaking too visibly. You had no idea when to mention what had to be mentioned.
"I'll tell you what," Joe spoke up, his annoyance still audible in his voice, "The service down there was so fucking slow. Took me a half hour to get four bloody bags worth."
"I'll say you took a while," you impulsively decided to create a segue- any segue- that may get you closer to your fated subject. You blurted out "You’re late."
As he continued pulling out the groceries, he cocked an eyebrow, and asked without looking at you, "What do you mean I’m late?"
"Just, you're late, that's all," you shrugged, the anxiety overwhelming you more. It was getting close to the subject now.
"I'm not late," he chuckled, still not looking up or fully understanding you. You both often liked to joke and tease each other, so this wasn’t anything strange to him.
"No," you stated calmly, going completely motionless with fear, “But I am."
He didn't completely comprehend what you had said. He began to put away the groceries and asked you obliviously, "What do you mean you're late?" Late for what?"
You pressed on, remaining rooted to a motionless state and staring at him, "No, Joe... I’m late."
"You mean that this month you didn't get your-" he started off normally, but then paused as the penny dropped. He froze, and dropped the can he was holding. Your heart sank in your chest at his reaction. Now was the time to talk about it, and you could sense it wasn't going to be pleasant. Part of you began to think that this is how it might end for you two.
He turned around, looking almost mortified and whispered, "Oh my god... are you...?"
"I don't know..." you were shaking now, "I'm just assuming."
For a moment you both stood there, staring at each other, lost for words.
Another impulse suddenly arose within you, and you blurted out again with a wavering and worried voice, "I-I hope I'm not, Joe, and I know you don't want me to be, either, because now is not a good time for this to be happening! You’re at the peak of your career, and we’ve got the new album on the way, then you'll be on tour again- and-"
"Hey, hey, shh," Joe moved forward and put his hands on your arms, "Calm down... it's okay, it's okay. First of all, who ever said I didn't want this? You can't just assume that I wouldn't be okay with it... and I'm not mad- really, I swear! Second of all, this isn't set in stone yet. We'll have to find out if you are first, and if you are, we'll... then we'll make it work out somehow. Don’t think too much just yet; try to relax.”
You blew out a shaky exhale and muttered, “Yeah, okay...”
“Have you been sick?"
"No, but something just feels... off."
"How late are you?"
"About a week..."
"Have you been this late in the past, but gotten your period anyway?"
"Yes..."
"Then we don't know for sure," he kissed the top of your head, embracing you and reassuring, “So what if you're late? That doesn't have to mean anything! I'm worried, too, but we can't just jump to conclusions like this. I wouldn't even put the stakes at 50-50 right now. All this worrying is probably over nothing. You could just be overthinking."
You turned your head and attempted to look up at him to say, "But this is a child, Joe... if there's even a small possibility that this child exists, we've got to assume that it does... we can't just ignore it for too long."
"You've got a point, you've got a point, but just for a second, genuinely consider the possibility that you're not-" he didn't dare say the “p” word, "-you know..."
You sighed into his shoulder, fighting back against tears that wanted to fall, "Okay, okay, you could be right, but there's so much that might have to be done- we can't just put this off..."
"We can until we know for sure," he suggested, "If it's worrying you so much right now, then I'll run out to the corner store and pick up a test. We can sort this out once and for all. How long did you wanna wait before taking a test?"
"I don't know, I don't know," came the drawn out reply as a few tears spilled from you, "Maybe a day or two or three, but I'm just getting so worried that it might be true, I can't wait anymore."
"Okay, then you won't have to wait anymore," he tilted your chin up to give you a quick and thoughtful kiss, then wiped away your tears, "I'll run to the store quick and buy us a test. Is that okay?"
"Yes, please just do it. I'm sorry- you just got back from the store and-"
He laughed and squeezed you tighter, swaying with you in his arms, "Ah, don't worry about it; it's a necessary trip now."
"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would."
"What'd you think I was gonna do? Leave you?" he chuckled lightheartedly, though he guessed exactly what you were thinking.
You faked a chuckle in reply, "Yeah, kinda... I had a lot of time to overthink everything."
"Well, would you leave me? Especially if I were in your shoes?"
It was your turn to squeeze him tighter (and laugh into his chest), "Joe, if you were in my shoes, I think we'd have a real problem."
"Oh, I know, I know- but apart from that- would you leave me?"
"Of course not..."
"Exactly. You wouldn't leave me, so I definitely won't leave you. You know we've always looked after each other, and I still plan on holding up my end of the bargain."
He kissed you again, longer this time, before softly assuring you, “I love you. Don't ever think that I’d abandon you to raise a child on your own, cos' it'll never ever be a possibility. I'll be here no matter what. Positive or negative."
***
Positive or negative, indeed, you told yourself as you wearily gazed out of the plane's window. You still weren't completely sure how to feel about the outcome of the previous day, but- as you told Joe before- you had to deal with it later. There were more pressing matters currently at hand. Your previous issue could wait for an extra day or two. The more serious problem that you all were on your way to currently needed the most attention. This particular problem also seemed to outline a theme for the past 24 hours; accidental life or accidental death.
~17 hours earlier~
You both sat on the bathroom floor in quiet anxiety. Your hands were joined in a world of worry. At the moment, it was impossible to tell who was more worried, since neither of you could bring yourselves to speak.
The longest two minutes of your lives were currently taking place. The test was sitting on the counter of the sink, and neither of you were counting down to when you could look at it again. Every now and then, a reassuring thought would come to mind that you were all worked up over nothing. After all, Joe was right; you barely had any evidence other than the fact that you were late, so you couldn't just assume the worst. On the other hand though, you couldn't help but feel that there was some impending doom about to come, almost like you felt it instinctively.
With you both being scared shitless at the moment (and not even trying to hide it), you sensed that deep down, both of you knew what the result was going to be. Neither of you wanted to admit it, though.
A few rooms away, the phone suddenly sounded off, shattering the tension and making you both jump. It was almost like a form of divine intervention to prevent you from thinking any more. Almost immediately, Joe lifted his hand away and quietly said that he'd answer it. He stood up and left, leaving you alone with a possibly huge revelation sitting on the counter a few feet away. However, that would no longer be your biggest concern, for you could easily overhear Joe talking on the phone.
"'Ello?" he answered before pausing and replying anxiously, "No, I really don't have a minute... I can't say, but I don't have time to chat. You alright, mate?”
There was an unnerving pause before you heard Joe ask, "Why?"
There was an even longer pause before he spoke again. Your heart was pounding more. That gut feeling that your lives were about to change for the worse grew enormously without warning. On top of that, you suddenly realized that it had been well over two minutes at this point. Your future awaited you now.
"Fuck... oh my god..." Joe's voice was a lot more quiet now, "...oh my god, is he...?"
Now, you began weaving your hands together, slowly growing more and more impatient and worried.
"Dammit," Joe said a little louder, "We'll we've gotta go, then. We've gotta go as soon as possible. What about Rick and Sav...? Alright, then. We'll meet you there tomorrow morning- I've really gotta go and tell Y/N right now. I'll call you in a bit. Yeah, alright... just try and calm down, mate- okay? See ya, then."
As soon as he hung up, you heard him rush back to the bathroom.
"Y/N, he huffed before he was even in the room, "Y/N, something's happened and we’ve gotta-“
He froze in the doorway upon seeing you now standing and completely covering the test in your hands.
"No," he moved forward and put a hand on yours, "Please don't look at it yet; something awful's happened and I don't know how much sudden news we can take at this point. Did you look at it?”
You shook you head, not breaking eye contact with him, "No, but now I'm too scared to take my hands off. What's happened?"
He came right out with it, "Steve's been found unconscious at a bar in Minneapolis. They took him to a hospital, he’s in intensive care and... and he’s pretty bad.”
Right then and there, you dropped the test in your hands with a gasp. You were speechless, but part of you couldn't help but ask, "Is- is he gonna make it?”
You suddenly saw tears in Joe's eyes when he answered, "I don't know... he won't die unless we knock some fucking sense into him! That was Phil who just called, and he sounded scared shitless..."
"W-well what are we gonna do? Is anyone going to see Steve?"
"We are. Tomorrow morning we're flying out with Phil, Mutt, Tony, and Peter."
"Wait, what about Rick and Sav?"
"They both can't make it on short notice. We're gonna have to give Steve a beatin’ over the head from them.”
Just like that, you forgot all about the test on the floor. Steve was dying, and that was enough to flood your mind. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug Joe, you wanted to scream, and most of all, you wanted to see Steve and sob your brains out to him.
"He's never gonna get better, is he?" you quietly asked, not particularly looking for an answer. Joe shrugged and sighed, running his hands through his hair.
He coldly chuckled in a quiet voice, "Not unless we keep drilling it into his head that he's gonna kill himself!"
Hanging your head out of astonishment, you sat on the counter, realizing that this was the biggest blow to your lives since Rick’s accident.
At least, it would be until you saw the result of the test on the floor.
"Joe..." you whispered to him, staring down at your hands, "Should we look at the test? Should we wait until we get back?"
Joe did nothing more than stare at you, frowning nervously. He moved his own hands forward, placed them on top of yours, and took a deep breath.
“We’re only gonna be more worried if we wait... so we might as well settle things now.”
Joe slowly got on his knees, and felt on the floor for the test without looking at it. When he located it, he rose back to his feet, and brought the test forward. He kept it covered with all his fingers wrapped around it to conceal the verdict.
Blowing out a trembling breath, you looked at him as he did at you, and he gently unfolded his fingers from the test. You both simultaneously looked down to see the clearly marked result. In that second, you were fairly certain that life would never be the same.
In fact, you were positive.
***
“Now is literally the worst possible time to talk about this, Joe,” you whispered again so no one else on the plane could hear, “It can wait a day or two. We’ve got to worry about Steve first."
Joe nodded a little, agreeing with you, “Okay, I suppose it can wait.”
“Don't stress yourself out so much; it's literally making you sick. Besides, I’m the one who’s supposed to be sick,” you chuckled, “That’s not your job.”
“Oh shut up,” he laughed a little, “It really is the turbulence… and the fact that Steve’s… and you’re… and I’m surprised you’re not this overwhelmed.”
You sighed and turned your head towards the window, “Yeah... I’m really surprised, too. This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell this kid when they’ve grown up...”
“I feel sorry that their story had to start out like this,” Joe put another hand on top of your already joined hands with a guilty exhale, “With such bad timing...”
As you watched the illuminated clouds move on by the window of the plane, you couldn’t help but think that things truly would be okay at one point: like that maybe this wouldn’t be such bad timing after all. Things would all work out eventually. How far away that merciful checkpoint was, you’d never be able to guess.
***
Later that day, you found yourself sitting in a circle of people in a rather pleasant-looking and sunlit room. For such a nice day that it was, nothing about the day seemed to fit the mood the weather provided; the universe simply wouldn’t allow it. Now was the time for the serious matter you came for; you were desperately trying to help Steve.
“Steve, you’re scaring the shit out of us,” Phil read bluntly from his letter to his best friend, trying not to let soft emotion seep into his tone. He knew he needed to be stern, but caring towards him.
The whole time he spoke, you wanted to devote all of your attention to him and Steve, but soon found that you couldn't. The constant thought of your unborn child was first on your mind, and although you didn’t want that taking over your thoughts, it was beginning to eat you alive. You almost felt like you couldn't hold the secret back any longer, despite only knowing for a day. In any other circumstances, it would have been so much easier to keep it secret. Today, however, was the worst possible day, with the worst possible scenario.
Every now and then, Joe would look over at you to see how you were doing, and turn back to not be conspicuous to everyone else. You could practically sense his growing worry. Going on in this manner for so long was starting to make your own unstoppable thoughts bubble to the surface. You couldn't hold out for much longer, and was even starting to think outside the box about your while situation. Was being with child really a problem? Did it have to be a bad thing right now? Could you actually find a way to rip some positivity from it all and shed some light on this situation?
That's when it hit you.
When Phil was done his speech, some silent tears were shed by everyone in the circle (including Steve). Near silence commenced afterwards (which only reminded you that there was no distraction from your thoughts now). You reached out to Joe slowly, and took his hand in a tight grip without looking at him. While you felt his eyes on you, you didn't dare look at him.
"Has anyone else got something to say to add onto that?" Peter softly asked, looking around the circle. Your heart began to pound; an opening for you was coming.
Phil slowly began to comment, looking at his feet, "Well, there's nothing I can say to get the point across any more. We can beg and plead all we want but the point still stands, Steve. I know you're not a fan of us guilt tripping you to hell- but we don't want to beat you up; that’s not what we came here to do. We love you, mate... so it doesn't matter whether or not we guilt trip you by saying we're worried sick, or- or..."
"I'm pregnant," you stated simply, closing your eyes and squeezing Joe's hand. While you didn't see it, you felt Joe inhale and look at you instinctively. For the single day that you were aware of your condition, you and Joe had feared the "p" word, and avoided using it at all costs.
Phil didn't entirely comprehend what you said, and kept talking on, "Exactly, even if we said that-"
"No-" you sat up in your seat and opened your eyes, now shaking again, "I mean... I'm pregnant."
You looked over at Joe, who seemed tired, yet understanding. Your eyes went down to his hand as you corrected yourself, "We're pregnant."
All eyes were on you now, but no one had any inclination to speak for a moment.
“Are you serious?” Mutt broke the silence in astonishment, “You're fucking with us right now, aren't you?"
“She’s not,” Joe shook his head, still fixing his loving eyes on you.
Steve looked at Phil and stated coldly, "I thought you said you guys weren't gonna make stuff up to guilt trip me."
"Does it look like I'm making this up?!" you snapped at him, anxious and shameful tears brimming your eyes. You looked around at everyone, landing your eyes on Steve.
"So you're serious?” he asked softly, frowning as he flicked off ashes from his cigarette, “You really are pregnant?”
You nodded, trying to hold yourself together.
“When did you find out?” Peter inquired gently, coming off as the most calm member of the group.
Your voice began to break as you told him with a sad chuckle, “Yesterday... we were waiting for the result of the test right when you called, Phil...”
Phil's eyes lit up at your statement, and he apologized, "Oh- fucking hell... Joe... you even said you didn't have time to talk... and what I said on the plane this morning- must've only made things worse... guys, I'm so sor-"
"That wasn't your fault, mate," Joe smiled sadly, "There's no way you could've known."
"It was just bad timing," you stared at Joe's hand in yours, feeling him shaking as well.
No one spoke for a while after that; no one could think of the right thing to say. It seems you both had scared them all into silence (even more than Steve had). Everyone in the circle couldn't speak because they no longer saw you and Joe the same way. A minute ago, you were still Y/N and Joe. Now, you were mum and dad. The others didn't know how to speak to those strange new people just yet.
“Well, congratulations, for one thing,” Tony broke the silence with a soft smile. A few muffled chuckles and agreements went around the circle, but it wasn’t what you or Joe wanted to hear.
“No, no, that’s not the point,” you threw your hands out in frustration, “We never even planned on telling anyone today! Don’t you guys see how suddenly life can come and go? Twenty-four hours ago Joe and I didn’t even have a child, and now we do. Twenty-four hours ago, we didn’t even think that there was a possibility of you dying-“ you pointed at Steve, giving him your own furious input, “-and now there is. It’s just all so surreal, but no matter how bad the timing of your life is, there’s always time to fight for survival. And that's exactly what we need to get a grip on right now.”
Steve put out his cigarette at this point, looking as if he were genuinely listening to you now more than ever.
“And I guess timing was a real bitch to us today,” you put a hand on your abdomen for the first time since you found out, addressing Steve directly, “But I’d say now you’ve got a little bit more to fight for. Just think about this whole situation; it’s not exactly a tale to be proud of. If this story keeps getting worse, and this is how it ends for you- I don’t want that to be the story of Uncle Steve. I want our child to be born into a world where you're thriving- where they... where they actually have an Uncle Steve."
You had hit a nerve (or a soft spot, to say the least). Before you even realized exactly what you had said, everyone in the circle was crying, including you and Steve. Joe looked at you with his face smothered in tears, but smiling, no less.
The seven of you remained like that for a minute or two, absorbing what had really hit everyone hard, and quietly crying your brains out.
Steve didn’t raise his head to ask you with heartfelt astonishment, “...Uncle Steve, really?”
“C’mere, you fucking idiot,” you sprang to your feet at one point and rushed over to him, taking him in your arms as he stood to take you in his without the slightest bit of hesitation.
“I love you so much, Steve,” you sobbed into his chest, “And I will always care about you. You mean so much to me, and I know you’ll mean so much to the baby, too.”
One by one, everyone else in the circle joined in the hug, each of them murmuring their love to Steve in their own affectionate way. Once you were all broken up, Joe embraced you himself and kissed you over and over again.
“Hey, back off from her,” Mutt teased, “Haven’t you done enough?”
“I still can’t believe you knocked her up,” Phil sighed with happy disbelief, “That’s something we only ever joked about!”
“Yeah well, it doesn’t have to be seen as a joke anymore,” Joe put his hands on your hips and smiled, tearing up all over again, “I’m gonna be a dad...!”
Peter chimed in, “Now that’s a bit scary.”
“It’s not scary,” you chuckled, stroking the back of Joe’s head, “It’s exciting! Timing is a bitch... but I think I’m ready for anything time can throw at me, now.”
Reaching that point of acceptance was a day-long journey that you thought would never have a final destination. All was nearly well in that moment where you and Joe hugged with a seemingly-changed Steve standing by. Right then and there, the future seemed bright for everyone; including your unborn child. An eternity went by in those two days you were gone for, and even though the next day you found out that your test result was a false positive, and Steve only lived for about another year, that false positive seemed to be just what you all needed to keep the world at bay.
The end
#*dances with an umbrella as your tears rain down on me* :3DD#your tears are the best birthday presents i could ask for#def leppard#def leppard fanfic#def leppard x reader#joe elliott x reader#original content#i honestly don't know if I'll ever write anything that can top this as far as a one shot goes#phil collen#steve clark#peter mensch#mutt lange#i thought of this when I was into Leppard for like 2 months#maybe less than that#also the pic of joe on the right really makes me fEEL THINGS#yes i stole the title of this from a Billy Squier song#i started writing this on august 13th 2018 and finished it on december 9th 2018#I wanted to post this in december 2020 but I was taking a hiatus
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fast times def leppard x reader
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Title is kind of a spin off of fast times at ridgemont high cause I think pool scenes are funny 😆
this is mostly joe but there are quite a few appearances from the other guys so im just gonna categorize that way
Song: we say summer by all time low
Edit cause I forgot:
Tag list: @cynic-spirit
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I sat in the outstretched lounger with my eyes closed, listening to the guys move around me. This tour had been fairly busy so far and we finally had a chill day to do whatever. I wanted to go to the mall... But the guys had other ideas, ideas that included renting the hotels outdoor pool for ourselves for the day. The security guards stood watch at the gate as we lounged, the guys having an outdoor interview about an hour ago and them not leaving after. So far I hadn't gotten in the water but I didn't really want to, the rest of them however were a different story. Then I felt droplets raining down on me. My eyes snapped open under my sunglasses and I shot up, wiping my arms off as i looked up disgusted at Joe.
"Really?"
I asked annoyed. He sent me back a wide grin before shaking like a dog again, getting me more wet.
"Joe!"
I called, covering my face so my sunglasses didn't get water on them. the last pair i had id accidentally gotten chlorine water on and absolutely ruined them.
"What is it darling? Afraid to have a little fun?"
He asked, smirk on his face, earning a high five from sav before he jumped back in. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
"In case you were wondering this isn't exact what I wanted to do today. but if I could actually relax without you idiots bothering me I'd be living the dream."
He faked hurt, touching his chest gently, water droplets sliding down his torso as he did so.
"Ouch y/n, that really hurts."
He mocked. I sent him a look before getting situated again in my seat.
"You'll live."
He rolled his eyes at me before sitting at the table with Phil and taking a drink of his beer.
"Killjoy."
I heard him mumble under his breath, making the guys laugh quietly along with him. I was starting to get a little angry now, I didn't ask to be here and of course I couldn't go anywhere by myself anymore. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly, my knuckles going white as I wiggled further down into the chair. I chewed my lip haphazardly trying to ignore them and focus on something else. After a bit I fell asleep under the warm summer sun.
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I jolted upright as something heavy fell onto my stomach, waking me up. I looked up to see the guys all laughing, a few of them still in the water.
"Youre gonna burn if you keep exposed like that."
Joe laughed out as I picked his wet towel off of me and dropped it to the ground, scoffing at him.
"I think that's something I'd be willing to live with but I guess now I could at least rotate and tan my back too."
i quipped back. He shook his head at me, water from his hair dripping into his face.
"Why do you even bother?"
I looked at him over my glasses as I swung my legs over the side of the chair, planting my feet flat on the ground.
"Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"
I asked standing up and stretching.
"Sure but getting sunburn doesn't seem all that enjoyable."
He joked, earning a wide grin from Rick as he sat at the table now instead of phil. I shook my head and walked to them, picking up the glass of water I had set there earlier. The ice was all melted now and there was a condensation puddle under the glass, making a suction noise as I picked it up.
"To you maybe. But I'm wearing enough sun screen for the both of us, I'm sure I'll be fine."
He raised a brow before sending Rick a knowing glare.
"Unless it got washed off in the pool."
I placed my hands firmly on my hips after putting the cup back down and sent him a disapproving look.
"There's no way that would happen as I'm not going swimming today."
I said matter-of-factly. He smirked at me.
"That's what you think."
He said wickedly.
"Don't you dare."
I said sternly, warning him.
"Come on y/n! Live a little!"
Sav called from the deep end of the pool, Phil laughing and sending me a thumbs up. Before I could even look back to Joe he had his arms around my waist, hoisting me over his shoulder.
"Joey!"
I called, trying to hold onto him as I looked to the concrete.
"Put me down!"
I yelled as the rest of the guys laughed.
"Okay."
He laughed out before walking faster.
"No!"
I barely got out before he jumped in, letting me go as we both hit the water. I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for him as I popped out of the water, inhaling deeply.
"Asshole!"
I screamed, shoving water in his direction before swimming to the side of the pool.
"Oh come on y/n, we're just having a little fun. we want you to join in."
Steve said as I lifted myself out of the pool, pushing my hair out of my face. I stood up and looked back down into the pool, joe now at the ledge I had just emerged from. I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why won't you swim with us? You brought a suit so clearly you were planning on using it eventually."
I shook my head, squinting in the sunlight.
"I just don't want to, what is so hard to understand about that? Now go get my shades mister 'were going in the pool together' before they get ruined like the last pair."
He laughed a little bit before turning and diving into the water. When he re-emerged he had my sunglasses in his hand, holding them out of the pool and shaking the water off of them.
"here you are."
he said holding them in my direction. i went to reach for them and he pulled away.
"come on, you already got me wet. just give me the glasses and no one gets hurt."
i half joked.
"is that a challenge?"
he laughed out and i sent him a wicked grin, kneeling down at the edge of the pool to retrieve my prize.
"in your dreams lover boy."
i said, quickly snatching my shades from him and pushing his head under the water. i fell back as he splashed me with water, laughing hysterically as he popped back up inhaling deeply. he shook his head wildly, running his hands over his face.
"oh thats it!"
he said loudly, grabbing my leg.
"no!"
i called again, dropping my sunglasses to the concrete as he dragged me closer to the edge.
"joe let go!"
i said, the others all laughing as he stood up and grabbed me round the waist, pulling me back into the water. i held onto his shoulders before my head could go back under the water and splashed him.
"okay okay! ill swim with you dorks."
i finally caved, joe still holding me to him.
"good."
he said, letting me go. i rolled my eyes at him before pushing water his way.
"oh is that how its going to be?"
i went to open my mouth when steve interrupted, clearing his throat.
"you two children done bickering yet? lets play a game or something."
he suggested. joe smirked at me before taking off towards steve and sav. i rolled my eyes and did the same.
"fine. if im gonna be in the pool we might as well have more fun."
#wattpad#x reader#def leppard#joe elliott#steve clark#rick savage#phil collen#rick allen#imagines#one shot#239
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