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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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A/N: So as requested this is a fic where the guys look after the reader. I incorporated a condition which I have and the symptoms which relate to me. Obviously each person with Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder is different, and not all symptoms relate to everyone. I am happy to answer any question about the condition as I am trying to be more open about it whilst I come to terms with my diagnosis. Writing this fic has helped a lot and I hope you enjoy it. Also thank you to @elliotts-personal-property, @bring-on-the-heartbreak-joe and @i-love-def-leppard as well as all my lovely mutuals who have been there for me recently, I appreciate you all 💖💖

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Groaning, I sit up as carefully as I can and climb off of the hotel bed. From experience, I knew it was better to move around rather than sit still and let all my joints stiffen up even worse. I also knew that I had to go to work, hence the reason I was in a hotel room in the first place. 

Being Def Leppard’s assistant definitely had its perks. First of all, although the hours were long, the entire band was understanding if I couldn’t make it into work one day. Not that I had ever told them about my condition and had instead made up excuses as to why I couldn’t work on my bad days.

I was hoping it would remain that way. Unfortunately after hearing all the cracks of my joints as I stood up, I knew that it would take more than a hot shower and some painkillers to help me today. Taking a deep breath, I got ready for the day as quickly as my body would let me. I was hoping that I would be able to hide the pain but as I walked out of my hotel room, I felt myself walk with the familiar limp from the pain in my hip. 

Def Leppard were on tour with Mötley Crüe and whilst I didn’t have too much interaction with the other band, I was really hoping that today of all days would be one where I could avoid them altogether. However, that was not meant to be as both bands were sitting down ready for breakfast. Plastering a smile on my face I went over and joined them. 

The only good thing was at the moment it was just the two bands there and that their wives were not on this leg of the tour. This meant that there were less people I had to hide my pain from. 

“Morning guys.” I grinned at them all, hoping to disguise the wince I made as I took the seat between Joe and Phil that had been saved for me.

There was a round of ‘mornings’ coming from the group, most of them almost incoherent as they struggled to wake up for the morning.

Despite feeling unwell, I knew I had to eat on my painkillers so I decided to grab a few pieces of fruit and just nibble on them whilst trying to engage in the conversations around me. As much as I tried to hide my discomfort, I knew I had failed when I saw Sav looking at me concerned over the table. As I looked into his blue eyes, which had not faded with time, I saw the question that was lingering in his mind.

I subtly nodded my head at him and gave a small smile, trying to convey that I was alright. However, much to my dismay, this had only attracted the attention of Joe who was seated to my right.

“You okay Y/N/N? You don’t look right.” 

Quietly I took a deep breath yet again and looked towards him, knowing that if I didn’t he wouldn’t believe the lie that was about to escape my mouth.

“Of course, I'm just tired. Didn’t get enough sleep s’all.”

It was very obvious on his face that he did not believe me but he did not press the matter any further in front of the others. Instead, he just looked at Sav and then the rest of his own band, all of them talking silently, something they had mastered over the years. The only upside was that the guys of Mötley Crüe hadn’t noticed that something was up. Whether it was deliberate because it didn’t concern them or they were really that oblivious didn’t matter. I was just grateful I didn’t have another group of eyes trained on me. 

When we finished breakfast, the bands had a day off so all I had to focus on was making sure everything was ready for them when they next perform. This meant that I should be running around all day between the hotel and the venue. I was dreading the day ahead of me, knowing roughly how it would go. I knew I would have to keep myself hydrated and well fed to try and prevent the dizzy spells as well as carrying my joint braces and supports just in case. 

I carefully made the trek back up to my hotel room, vaguely aware of the eyes that are on me as I leave. I carefully pack my bag for the day, making a mental note of everything that I have to get done. Just as I am about to leave I hear a knock at my hotel room door. Gently padding over to the door, I try to ignore the limp in my step. When I get there and open the door I am shocked to find all five members of Def Leppard standing there.

With a sigh I move out of the way, allowing them all to enter the room. They quickly made themselves at home with Rick, Vivian and Phil sat on the sofa and Joe and Sav perched on the foot of my bed. The two men on the bed allowed me room to sit in between them. Reluctantly I made my way over. Usually, I wouldn’t mind sitting and talking to the band, but right now, when I knew all they wanted to talk about was me, I would rather be anywhere else.

“So are you gonna tell us what’s going on or are we all gonna have to guess.” Joe started though his voice was soft and filled with concern. As I looked around, all I saw was five sets of eyes staring back at me waiting for a reply. 

“Honestly I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” I told them wanting them off of my case.

“Don’t lie to us Y/N.” Phil spoke, his tone the same as Joe’s. “What is really going on?”

I sighed as I looked around again. It was obvious they were not going to leave me alone until I told them what was going on. 

“I have a condition called Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder.” I started as I looked down at my lap. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my condition but it was hard for me to talk about. 

“I was diagnosed a few years ago but I have been having problems since I was about nine. There are multiple symptoms but the main ones that affect me are chronic pain, fatigue and dislocations. It is incurable but there are things I can do to lower the pain. Some mornings though I just wake up and I know that it is going to be a bad day.”

“How come you’re only telling us this now?” Sav questioned with worry flooding his face.

“I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. There's not much anyone can do anyway.”

“You still should've told someone Y/N/N.” Viv spoke up. “How many times have you gone through the day in pain and we haven’t noticed.”

“I don’t know. Look I appreciate the concern and everything but I really have to get to work.”

“Are you joking?” Joe scoffed, his eyes wide.

“Umm no, I can’t just stop everything…” I was interrupted by Sav. 

“Yes you can. You’re in pain Y/N. You can’t possibly work like this.”

“I have done in the past.”

“Only because we didn’t know then.” Rick interrupted this time with a pointed look on his face.

Realising this was a battle I was going to lose, I gave in.

“Fine. But I can’t stay in bed all day, if I don’t keep moving then my joints will seize up and I’ll end up in more pain.”

“Whatever you need Y/N. I’m just going to make a few calls so that you can have as long as you need off.” Joe told me before going to leave the room.

When Joe came back the entire day was spent with the five of them looking after me, despite my insistence that I could do it myself. A few times we went for a walk around the hotel corridors so that I could move around a little bit. Overall the whole day was a lot more comfortable than I originally planned. They had made sure that I was taking my pain meds and eating and drinking enough. 

The only time there was trouble was when I had a subluxation in my knee, which is where my knee had a partial dislocation. Whilst painful it was something I could deal with myself. Luckily I had my knee support on hand to strap my knee back up. By the evening time, all of them apart from Joe and Sav had left.

“So Y/N/N, are you going to tell us the real reason as to why you didn’t tell us about your condition?” Joe asked. I looked between him and Sav and I could tell that just like earlier, I wasn’t going to be able to avoid the question.

“When I tell people about my condition they always look at me differently. Whilst I knew that all of you would be the last people to judge me, I’ve gotten used to not talking about it.” I told them, hardly being able to look them in the eye.

“We get that Y/N/N but don’t let yourself be in pain again, alright?” Sav smiled at me.

“Yeah okay. And thank you for today.”

“It’s no problem at all.” Joe smiled as he patted me gently on the shoulder.

Sav did the same and the both of them smiled at me one final time before they left me alone for the evening to get ready for bed.

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Over the next few weeks I continued to work with only a few problems but I noticed that all of them looked out for me. Things like offering to carry a heavy bag or walking slightly slower so that I could keep up and if I was honest it was making my life so much easier. Part of me wished that I had told them sooner but at least now they were all aware and I didn't have to struggle on my own anymore.

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I Want a Baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

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

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

“Well..”

“What?”

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

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

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

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

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

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

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

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

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you daddy.”

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

“Oh right, yeah.”

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

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

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” 

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

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

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

“Well, how do you know?”

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

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Sirens and Leppards

Part 1: opening night

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah yes your stupid rules"

"They aren't stupid Gemma" Bex insisted.

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

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

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

"Nah, See you on the otherside"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" 's alright now go shower"

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

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

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

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

"Both"

"Would you two stop" Harper blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spill what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Only if Joe sleeps with her" Gemma corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gemma just batted her eyes at him.

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

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

"Yes you would"

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

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

"I guess that depends"

"On?"

"You"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you made it this far thank you -jasper

#def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fan fiction #phil collen #joe elliott #rick savage #rick allen #steve clark

[pyromaniac9]

vivian campbell and rick allen i had to add them because i didn't wanna leave them out 🥺❣️ and it would make great ship

#vivian campbell #rick allen #vivian x rick #vivian campbell x rick allen #fanfiction #fanfic #hot british men #sexy british men #cute british men #def leppard

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

A Magical Mysteria (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

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

Words: 1,943

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

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July 28th, 1986

Dublin, Ireland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On a night like this, everything felt sacred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yes, you could feel it. 

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

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

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

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

#def leppard #is it obvious i was trying to describe how hysteria FEELS #def leppard x reader #def leppard fanfic #original content #rick savage #rick savage x reader #phil collen #phil collen x reader #joe elliott #rick allen #steve clark #mike rogers #malvin mortimer #russell major

[appetite4savage]

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

#bringin’ on the heartbreak #rick savage #def leppard #joe elliott #phil collen #rick allen #steve clark #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fan fiction #rick savage fanfiction

[speedy-victory]

Before Percy Jackson ever stepped foot into Camp Half-Blood, there was Cameron Allen, a demigod who once asked to be written out of history. She's a daughter of Nike, who has terrible impulsive control when she's challenged, and she never backs down. She'd watch the world burn for the ones she loves most.

Cameron arrives at camp three (3) years before Percy gets there. She's made friends with Luke, Annabeth, Connor and Travis Stoll and a few other demigods. She's even got a couple of rivals. One of them being Clarisse La Rue.

During her first session, Cameron has an awful dream, that leads to her getting her prophecy. When she gets her prophecy, she's not too happy with it, and starts to become anxious, and very worried while she's at home.

This story will follow the PJO series, and you'll get to see moments that not even Percy got to see when dreaming of the enemies. Kronos’s Army will be dove deeper into, and more of a picture on the enemy lines, will be painted.

The fanfic can be found in the link below, so far Chapters 1-10 has been uploaded!

#percy jackson #luke castellan #annabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #jake abel #logan lerman #alexandra daddario #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #pjo hermes #hermes cabin #camp half blood #kronos #ethan nakamura #lee fletcher #michael yew #pjo gods #pjo angst #percy jackson and the lightning thief #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #percy jackson and the titans curse #percy jackson and the battle of the labyrinth #percy jackson and the last olympian #chiron #greekmyth #greek gods #magnus chase

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Frantic Fanfic Without Context

by Cinno_Angel

We wrote a bunch of fanfic. Here is all of it without the context. All chapters are the original title names.

Cocreators include ThoughtsThatAreWeird and CozyCatt

Words: 4961, Chapters: 12/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Scooby Doo - All Media Types, Hannibal (TV), Our Flag Means Death (TV), The Flash - All Media Types, The Magnus Archives (Podcast), Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Max and Ruby (Cartoon), The Originals (TV), Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, My Little Pony, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, modoka magika, Warriors - Erin Hunter, Minecraft (Video Game), Merlin (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Fred Rogers, Hannibal Lecter, Stede Bonnet, Barry Allen, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gabriel (Supernatural), Bee (Bee and PuppyCat), sarah (liberty's kids), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Grandma (Max & Ruby), Elijah Mikaelson, Victor Frankenstein, Henry Clerval, Regulus Black, James Potter, Original Characters

Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Regulus Black/James Potter, Henry Clerval/Victor Frankenstein, grandma rabbit/Elija (the originals)

Additional Tags: Scooby Doo Style Mysteries & Hijinks, Time Travel, lots of time travel, References to The Mummy (Movies 1999 - 2008), Dancing, Magic, dance or die style plague, Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Gay Panic, The Apocalypse, Good Omens References, Adoption, Pagans and Christians, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45527176

#Our flag means death #ofmd #https://archiveofourown.org/works/45527176

[dollwritesarchive]

def leppard masterlist!

** requests for this fandom are : CLOSED FOR NOW

all pieces listed in this masterlist have been written by doll (@thewritingdoll), and are NOT to be distributed via reposting on any other account or website, period. any collaborations will be credited accordingly. this is an ever-expanding masterlist. NSFW content will be marked. please support my content by reblogging them & giving feedback, thanks!

JOE ELLIOT

( drabble ) sit pretty NSFW white-lightning-625 said: can you do some joe elliott smut? i was thinking maybe circa 1993-ish, and maybe a lil bit kinky. thanks 💗

PETE WILLIS

( drabble ) all i want is everything defkisshalen said: Can you do some Pete Willis pwease 👉🏾👈🏾 the lack of Petey Pie on this hellsite is criminal and my heart may be falling for that little rat boi. Can it also be soft™ please? I'm having a hard time and your writing is a surefire way to make the happy chemical in my stoopid brainLove you Doll🖤

PHIL COLLEN

( drabble ) slang NSFW brianmaysclog said: slang era Phil. it can be ANYTHING but like Phil needs more love and honestly do does the slang era.

RICK ALLEN

( drabble ) too shy queencaitlin135 said: Could you do something for rick Allen? I don't lust after him, I just think he's amazing. Relearning how to play drums again after his accident, thats bad ass. He's so brave and awesome and just for that, the best drummer on the planet. I will fight tommy Lee for that

RICK SAVAGE

until you come home you go into labor while Sav is out of the country

( drabble ) his best girl NSFW anonymous said: sav praising you if you catch my drift 😳😏😉

( drabble ) too long on my own anonymous said: how about something where sav comes home after a really long tour. it could be smutty or fluffy, up to you girlie.

( drabble ) plead NSFW anonymous said: what about a sub! baby boy hnd era sav😌👉👈

( drabble ) daddy NSFW trashi-bee said: Could I request something with mr rick savage 😌 perhapssss he has a breeding kink

STEVE CLARK

( drabble ) for always brianmaysclog said: Steve as a dad. like imagine 😭🤩

[ mini musings ] daddy loves you NSFW reader likes to hang out back stage

VIVIAN CAMPBELL

( drabble ) quickie NSFW defkisshalen said: So like...VIV. To be honest out of the 7 of the lepps I don't have a set favorite, it changes all the time but it's always back to Vivi for me😶 just go ham with it idc what you write i just need more Vivi content 🤧💗

( drabble ) the perfect day NSFW defkisshalen said: How about present day! Viv for his birthday on the 25th 🥳🥰

( drabble ) pool party NSFW trashi-bee said: Doll 🥺 if you would write something for a young & VERY mean step brother viv I would PERISH ☺️

MISC

( drabbles ) hard limits part one part two NSFW anonymous said: Terror twins threesome? &

( drabble ) ruin me NSFW anonymous said: present day threesome with joe and sav? one night stand. kinks: age difference, dirty talk, hair pulling, (maybe even bottom joe because i love bottom joe) DOM sav! thank you!

#def leppard #def leppard imagine #def leppard fanfic #joe elliot #phil collen #rick savage #rick allen #vivian campbell #steve clark #classic rock #classic rock imagines #1980s #80s #80s rock #80sRock

[rocknroll-stolemyass]

Love Bites

Rick Savage is the bassist of the famous rock band Def Leppard, and you can’t stand each other. Bad news: you have to work for them, which includes staying close to him and even follow them for their recording sessions in the Netherlands. But sometimes, hate hides a stronger feeling.

ao3 link, if you prefer ~

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#rick savage #rick savage x reader #def leppard #joe elliott #rick allen #fanfic

[starkidmack]

Fandom: The Flash (2014)

Ship: (eventual) Eddie/Barry

Rating: T

Summary: Eddie Thawne is an eager young cop, and he’s got his sights set on bringing in every metahuman criminal in Central City. The top of his list? The Flash.

Notes: It’s here! I spent over 2.5 years writing this fic and it’s FINALLY ready to share with the world! HUGE THANKS TO ABBY @saralancelot who helped create the AU that eventually turned into this fic and has been such an amazing beta, CHARLIE @tinyelfperson who is pretty much always down to be an extra set of eyes to my shameless shipping garbage, AND IVY @lancesmiles who offered to help a complete stranger with their passion project! Check them all out and share the love! Enjoy!!!

#the flash #eddie thawne #barry allen #the flash fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #grant gustin #rick cosnett #piper writes shit #d&g #thallen #dust & gold

[iwillfuckingdoitdarling]

Looking for a good Def Leppard fic? First chapter is up and I highly recommend this one!

#def leppard #fanfic #2020 #80s #joe elliott #vivian campbell #phil collen #steve clark #rick savage #rick allen #wattpad

[rockinnrollin]

good morning, due to the latest photo of sav with a child, i’ve written a little one shot about having some heavy baby fever with him and want to know if you all would like some smut with it or just leave it as is?

-jade xoxo

#def leppard #rick savage #joe elliott #steve clark #phil collen #rick allen #vivian campbell #def leppard fanfic #rick savage fanfic #rick savage x reader #rick savage fluff #rick savage smut #def leppard fanfiction

[make-me-your-animal]

Part 2: just a dance

Warning: some really poorly written phil smut

This place looks like it's seen better days. "  Harper giggled as Joe rested his hand on the small of her back, ushering her into the dimly lite pub. At least she seemed more upbeat now that they were out of the car and back with the whole group.

"Most places are closed at this hour" Joe stated Watching phil wrap his arm around Gemmas waist.  He smiled and shook his head. Of course phil would try to hook up with one of the girls. His brain wasn't wired decent enough to keep it in his pants. Gemma didn't seem to mind and was even leaning into him a bit.

They sat at the bar as there was no tables large enough to accommodate all ten of them. Joe attempted to sit next to Harper but was cut off by Bex who shot him a glare and sat down between them.

"What can I get you tonight?" The barkeep walked over. He was middle aged man who looked alittle pissed off at the amount of people that just entered the previously empty place.

"I'll take a vodka orange" Rebel stated.

"Make that...2? Steve?" Joe asked looking at the blonde who nodded. "3 vodka oranges."

"A water is fine for me thank" phil said.

"Phils a cheap date" Joe quipped.

"Can I have a gin and tonic?" Amaya requested.

"Make that 2" sav corrected.

"What ever good you have on tap" Rick added.

"I'll take a vodka cranberry" Gemma finished off the orders.

The barkeep nodded and started making their requests and Passing them out. Once everyone had their drinks Rick held his cup up in a toast. "Here's to the sirens! May you perform as well as you did tonight though the rest of the tour"

"Cheers!"

Everyone was quiet for a minute before just listening too the music playing softly on the radio and enjoying their drinks.

"Care to dance?" Harper asked leaning back to see joe past Bex as babe by styx started.

"I'm not much of a dancer" Joe chuckled receiving his second vodka orange.

"Sure you are" phil grinned patting Joe on the back and shooting Gemma a wink.

Harper was already on her feet trying to pull Joe into the small gap between tables while the leadsinger gave phil a questioning look.

"Harper no" Bex hissed.

"Why not?" Gemma questioned. "It's just a dance your rules are still followed. Friends dance together all the time.  in fact care to dance?" She downed the rest of her drink and held out her hand to phil.

"Gemma" Bex started blocking her path.

"Chill Bex have a drink relax" she smiled patting the leadsingers cheek joining Joe and Harper who were moving slowly to the music. Phil was a good bit shorter then Gemma but that didn't seem to bother him. They moved well together. 

Suddenly sav and rebel joined them.  Then Steve and Amaya. Rick sat awkwardly at the bar while Bex scowled.

"I think she might castrate us all" phil whispered his arms wrapped low around gemmas waist.

"Shes harmless" Gemma returned. "Hey mr!." She stated pulling away slightly to bat her eyes at the barkeep who was busying himself with some dishes. "Can we get some better dancing music?"

He shrugged and turned to flip through the channels stopping when it hit a upbeat tune deciding a group of harmless dancing idiots was better then drunk assholes. Gemma grinned while phil dropped his head slightly. She ran over and kissed the confused man on the check before turning back and returning to phil swinging her hips and singing. "Pour some sugar on me in the name of love."

"What's are the chances" Joe chuckled rolling his eyes.

"Apparently pretty good" Steve grinned spinning Amaya.

"Come on Bex get your ass out here. Enjoy yourself" Rebel called out. Even Rick had joined the mass of swaying bodies.

Gemma danced her way over to phil wrapping her arms around his neck and swinging to the beat. "I'm hot sticky sweet from my head to my feet" she sang winking. She spun away from him her back flush with his chest. She couldn't miss the sharp inhale as her ass came in contact with his crotch.

Phil placed his hands on her hips bex gave him a disapointed look. "You got the peaches I got the cream" He returned laughing slightly. "Sweet to taste"

She leaned her head back against his shoulder for a split second tilting her head to the side to kiss his cheek before she pulled away dancing her way over to Amaya and steve who's dancing consisted of jumping around.

It quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse. Everytime phil would move up next to her she would shoot him a grin over her soulder and slip away to dance with someone else.

She was dancing with Rick ,about 5 songs and one annoying comerial break later, when he finally he trapped her wrapping his arms around her waist. Nudging her hair away with his nose to press a kiss to her neck. "Caught ya" Rick shot phil a grin and turned to dance with rebel and sav.

"I supose you did" she purred "what would you like as your prize?" She wiggled in his arms as if she was trying to escape but it was all for show.

"You in my bed tonight would be nice"

"Naughty naughty trying to get me to break the rules I see."

"What if we just hungout?" Phil suggested even though both of them knew that wouldn't happen.

"Doesn't break any rules if we are just hanging out." She grinned watching as Harper pulled Bex into their little crowd. "If you wanna make a break for it we gotta do it now. While the warden is distracted."

They slipped out silently leaving almost completely unnoticed.

"Oh your rooms right next to mine!" Gemma stated Watching as phil unlocked the door. She could see her lipstick smeared across his lips from their make-up session in the elevator. She couldn't help but snicker thinking about the petrified look on the ladies face when the door opened revealing the pair of them wrapped up in each other. Phil let her into the space Flipping on the lights. She was shocked to find two beds instead of one.

"Me and Steve share. no reason not to I supose." Phil explained shutting the door and Flipping the lock. "Who are you stuck with hopefully not Bex because then our covers blown"

"No I don't think I could survive rooming with Bex, her and rebel share. I room with Amaya. We are closest. Plus she doesnt have a list of rules for me to follow. Dont worry she wont rat us out your balls are safe" Gemma sat on the edge of one of the beds kicking off her shoes. Phil joined her, his own boots laying by the door.

"Wanna break some rules?" He whispered his hand moved to caress her face.

She answered in the form of a kiss. Her hands flying up to rest on his chest. His tangled in her hair as their lips moved in sync. Phils tongue darted out to brush against her bottom lip a silent request for access. Gemma granted him that access with a soft moan. Nothing was rough or rushed. Just light friction of lips and tongues.

"Lie down" phil whispered pulling back to kiss her cheek then stood up. Gemma did as requested scooting up the bed until she could lay her head on the pillows. Phil pulled his shirt off throwing it behind him watching carefully as Gemma sat up enough to do the same. She tried to undo her bra but gave up after a minute of fighting it. Phil grinned walking around the bed. "Let me help you" he chuckled unhooking the little eyelets with a flick of his fingers. He leaned forward to press a kiss against her spine before standing back up.

"Somebodies gotten some practice with that" she grinned laying back again. She fluffed her blonde hair so it wouldn't be stuck under her shoulders.

Phil shrugged. "Ive been around. Lights on or off?" He asked.

"Which ever you perfer" she beckoned him to join her with an out stretched hand.

Phil  covered her body with his own. "On. I want to see you" he stooped down pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.

"Are you always so charming?" She giggled brushing her thumb across his cheekbone. Phil turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand.

"Mm if they are as gorgeous as you are yes" He grinned balancing on one elbow so he could trail her body with his free hand.

"Flattery will get you everywhere" Gemma purred playing with the silky hair at his nape. His hair wasn't long and thick like the others but she thought it suited him.

"Yeah? Like where?" Cheeky bastard.

Gemma removed one of her hands from his neck and grabbed his wrist trailing it up from her waist to her breasts. "Like here" she moaned softly as phil teased her nipple gently with the pad of his thumb. Then she pulled his wrist down. Until his hand was resting on her Denim covered core. "And here"

He rubbed his fingers against the seam watching carefully as her eyes fell shut for a moment only to open partially again. The hand still on his neck alternated between lightly tugging his hair and carding her fingers through it. Her other hand left his wrist and moved to work his belt free.

His lips found there way to her neck as she ground her hips against his hand.

"Oh fuck" she cursed it wasn't enough friction to get her anywhere but it was enough to speed up her breath.

"Pants off now"

"Bossy bossy" phil chuckled kissing her lips softly.

"Just do it" she hissed. "Please"

"Alright baby hold on" He purred before pulling away completely and walking across the room.

Gemma let out a whine before un buttoning her own jeans and kicking them off her underwear coming off with them.

"Impatient are we?" Phil chuckled ruffling through his things.

"Yes now hurry up."

He did as told and grabbed a condom before returned to the end of the bed undoing his jeans and pushing them off his hips. He tore open the condom before rolling it on under gemmas watchful eyes.

He crawled back over her kissing all the way up her legs and stomach.

Her hands roamed across his chest as she wrapped her legs around him and tried pulling him in.

"Philip. I swear to God if you don't-"

He swooped down to kiss her while pushing in completely in one fluid movement making her squeal against his lips. "You really are Impatient" He groaned resisting the urge to plow into her.

"Shut up and fuck me"

"As you wish" He tried to keep his movements slow and steady wanting to get and give the upmost pleasure.

Gemma wasn't very loud her soft moans were almost completely drown out by phils grunts, the squeeking of the bedframe and the sound of skin on skin. But the one thing phil did catch was the way she repeated his name like a mantra.

Her hands tangled in his hair tugging lightly as she tried to pull him closer. Not that he could get any closer with out squishing her completely.

Feels good" she moaned her hands traveling around his shoulders pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss.  Phil trailed equally sloppy kisses down her neck and collarbone. It was all sharp teeth and warm tongue.

"Your so beautiful" He whispered nibbling on her earlobe catching one of the 3 hoops that adorn the lobe between his teeth and tugging gently.

Her whole vocabulary narrowed to his name and only his name. In that moment the pleasure he was giving her was the center of her entire universe and that made him feel powerful.

His hand slipped from her hip to down between her legs to gently massage her clit.

Her whole body tensed shaking underneath him as she came. Her nails digging into the back of his neck before racking down his spine. Phils orgasm crashed over him a few thrusts later causing him to collapse ontop of Gemma.

She didnt seem to mind only rubbed his back and played with his hair as they both came down from their highs.

"That was great" she whispered when phil didn't answer she poked his cheek. "Are you still alive?"

"Mhm," He sighed gathering his strength and all his willpower to pull away from her warm body. Once he did he regretted immediately as he padded across the room to throw the spent condom into the small trash can.

Before he could make it back to bed there was a knock on the door. At first he thought it might be some poor hotel staff that had been sent up with a noise complaint but the a familar voice sounded through the door. "Put on a pair of trousers before you let me in"

Gemma snickered and pulled the sheets around her while phil struggled to pull his jeans on.

He unlocked the door to find his terror twin and Amaya standing on the other side. "Sorry to interrupt" Steve grinned. "Just need to grab a few things from my bag."

"And we need the room key" Amaya stated as phil stepped away from the door to let them in. "Hey gem"she waved at her bestfriend..

"Hi, the key is in my back jean pocket." She waved  back slightly. "Make sure to lock the door so nobody has to be traumatized Yeah?"

Amaya ignored Gemma picking up the crumpled heap of Denim. She skillfully avoided toaching the black panties tangled in it while patting it down for the key.

"Hurt her in any sense of the word and I'll kill you" Gemma stated Watching Steve slip what she assumed was a condom into his back pocket.

"I won't." Steve chuckled nervously standing up and joining Amaya by the door.

"Have fun kids don't do anything I wouldn't do" phil called after the pair as they disappeared out the door. Phil locked it again and kicked his pants off before returning to bed shutting off the light as he went.

"Speaking of hurt are you okay?" He asked slipping under the sheets next to her.

"Right as rain Philly" she laughed before turning more serious as she saw the worry in his eyes. "I'm fine I promise in fact it was amazing.  Are you okay? I bite you pretty hard." She turning onto her side and kissing the mark on his shoulder.

"I'm fine darling" He cooed.

"Mind if I spend the night? I think my room is occupied"

"Of course not." He whispered kissing her temple. "So Steve and Amaya huh?"

"Do you really want to talk about our best freinds fucking?"

Phils face scrunched up in distaste. "Not really, but they could be good for each other. Heaven knows Steve could use someone other then me and the blokes to watch out for him"

"He won't hurt her will he?"

"Steve? No no way. He's a sweetheart. He doesn't even like sleeping with groupies cause he's scared he'll have to tell them to leave afterwards and hurt their feelings" phil explained intertwining their fingers over his stomach.

They were silent for a minute just listening to each other breathing. It felt oddly natural Gemma noted as she laid her head on his shoulder kissing the bruising mark a final time for good measures.

"God Bex is gonna throw a bitch fit tomorrow"

"What's her deal?" Phil whispered bringing her fingers to his lips so he could kiss her finger tips.

"It's a long story"

"Ive got all night" phil reasured her. "And a good chunk of the morning"

"It's already morning" she pointed out gesturing ti the clock next to them. 2: 34 am.

"Your changing the subject. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"It's not my story to tell."

Suddenly a deep groan and a high pitch moan peirced through the wall behind them. Gemma snorted burring her face against phils neck.

"Oh dear God" phil muttered.

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Take It Easy (Rick x Reader)

(illustration by @paper-sxn​ as always)

Words: 1,520

Prompt: March 1983, you’re a crewmember for the Pyromania tour, and you come down with carsickness one day. To top things off, it’s the same day the crew’s bus has a special visitor...

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March 1983

Being on the road could sometimes bite you in the ass. It was a cliche thing to think, and you knew it- despite it being undeniably true. You loved traveling with infinite perks, but as for your finite troubles... there was much to be desired.

You nagged yourself with this mantra as you lay curled up and half-dead in your bunk. It was all you could do while your body protested against the feeling of being in motion for so long. The gentle hum and rumble of transportation was normally a lullaby, oddly enough. It definitely seemed to contradict itself in your current predicament. What a talent the tour bus had for lulling you to sleep and sickening you at the same time.

Carsickness didn't affect you that often- plus, it hadn't even happened on tour at all yet!

“Why would this occur now- especially now? That’s just me and my goddamned bad luck...”

And lucky you, indeed. Of course you got sick at the most inopportune time; when the band's drummer decided to hop on the crew’s bus for a while.

You weren't getting as close to the band as you wanted to, and this opportunity would've been nice- had you not felt under the weather out of the blue.

All you wished was to sleep off the nausea and dizziness without making a fool of yourself in front of Def Leppard's drummer- the wild and free and funny Rick. 

If it'd been any other member, maybe there would have been less pressure. Unfortunately, you had a history with drummers, and Rick was a young rock star in the purest form. The beat seemed to follow him wherever he went, and those curls you spotted on the bus told no lies. His formula of being a little crazy, a little willing, all laughs, and all smile had you instantly yearning to meet him. 

He got along splendidly with the crew (as his brother was a part of it), and seemed so untouchable and out of your league for friendship. It was a little painful. It should've been easy to talk to him, as you were friends and fellow crewmates with his brother Robert, but the social line between band and crew felt thick to you for some undefinable reason. Still, this was supposed to be your opportunity to maybe start befriending the band. Instead, you didn't want to be a drag (or throw up in front of Rick), so you drew your curtain back, curled up under your blanket away from the commotion, and privately tried to wait out the sickness of travel. The heaviness of your body needed to ease up before you made any first impressions. You were too sick to care about taking advantage of this opportunity. If only you could get some shuteye and skip ahead in time to when you'd feel better. Your head turned into your pillow and let your thoughts cloud your ears instead. The motion of the bus made you feel as if you were floating for so long that you weren't sure if you'd fallen asleep or not. Being warm and shrouded in the darkness of your bunk made the rest of the world cease to exist. When you finally realized you may have been sleeping, you were conscious again. You didn't know how much time had passed, and you didn't know if you were feeling any better at all. The only thing you did know was that someone was trying to get your attention.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice gently sept into your bunk. Your eyes opened to see some light coming through; the curtain must've been pulled back somewhat. Rolling over, you came face to face with Rick. He was crouched and holding the curtain back, peeking his face in only a little. You jumped at the sight of him being so close, but sunk back down immediately after. "What's going on?" you rubbed your eyes as you grumbled at him. You did your best to sound polite and not grumpy. "Nothing's goin' on," Rick assured you, "But you've been in here a while and we're wonderin' if you're okay, is all." Still tired and still sick, you didn't have the time or capacity to consider what he was saying. When you came to think of it, you did hear Robert and someone else murmuring some quiet, possibly concerned remarks about you just before you dozed off, but you weren't too sure. Perhaps Rick was part of that exchange. Instead of asking him if he was, you answered on your impulse, "Yeah, I'm alright. I've been carsick before, and it decided to hit me today." Your stomach gurgled uncomfortably, resulting in you wrapping your arms around your abdomen. You rolled back away from Rick, facing the wall with a whine, "But thanks for checking in." "You don't look so good," he remarked, "Do you need anything?" "I need a bed that isn't moving. Or at least one that's a bit more comfortable." What you really wanted to say was that you needed a hug, and that you didn't want to bother him, but you were still trying to make an impression. You figured the best you could do at this point was be polite and stay out of Rick's way. There would be other chances to bond with the band. "Well maybe I could help-" Rick's proposal was accompanied by the sound of the curtain being drawn back more, and the feeling of him climbing into your bunk with you. You tried to look back at him as he made his effort, "What are you-?" He plopped down beside you and huffed, "I just thought you could use some company to get your mind off things. I could leave if you want me to." Scoffing with a tired smile, you curled back up and turned away from him, "I don't mind, but you probably won't get much conversation outta me." Rick set the curtain back to its prior position, leaving you partially shrouded in darkness again, "Alright by me." Laying there in the narrow bed, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the warmth of him behind you. The last thing you expected was the band's drummer to climb into bed with you in a time of distress, but Rick took it upon himself to prove your judgement wrong. Turns out the friendship line between band and crew wasn't so thick after all. "You sure you're okay with being in here?" you had to ask in your grumbly tone, "I could hurl at any minute, you know." Rick's shrug was felt throughout the bunk, "Nah, I know you won't. Mind you, you seem like you could use-" The bus hit a bump, causing you both to bounce in the narrow space. Rick, in danger of rolling out, needed something to hang onto. In a blink of an eye, he was now holding onto you. "Shit! Blimey, that would've been a barrel roll outta here-" he chuckled, still clinging to you to make sure he wouldn't fall out, "Sorry 'bout that." "You okay?" you were giggling as well as he released his grasp from you. "I'm fine, I'm fine. How about you?" Apart from the humor of the situation, you told him nervously with a green face, "That bump didn't do me so good..." "Oh no- it's okay," he proceeded to reclaim his hold on you in an attempt to raise comfort. Almost humorously, he began slightly rocking you, "Just keep telling yourself 'I won't be sick, I won't be sick..." Your reply was a mere hum when you snuggled your face into the pillow, "You don't know how good it feels to be warm right now... it's rather nice... despite the circumstances." "Just take it easy and we'll be done driving soon," Rick sounded like he genuinely cared about your wellbeing- which was catching you off guard. His light that was being shed on the mood was such a comforting glow. He proved this further when he chuckled, "It's funny, I was about to say that you look like you could use a hug, anyways." "Wow," you giggled and softly shut your eyes. A big, bashful smile crept up your lips, "Somehow you read my mind." It was bizarre how Rick clicked with you right away. The ice that needed to be broken between you wasn't just broken; it was also melted and evaporated as well. You, personally, thought it strange how Rick's body seemed to feel instantly comfortable around yours, too. Who knew drummers could be so dexterous as well? The lullaby of the rumbling road caressed you both now, and the crew's bus sped on through the day. The trip was becoming a little easier now that you felt a bit more protected and cared for. It was amazing how backstage life unfolded sometimes. One second, you're an average crewmember, and the next, you're suddenly worthy enough to be spooned by a member of the band. Just like that, you had discovered one more of the infinite perks of being on the road.

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(Take It Easy by the Eagles)

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