#Rocksy’s fic

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Let It Go {Joe Elliot x reader}

Warning: Smut lol

A little while ago, Joe and I were talking about becoming more comfortable around each other. Meaning, that he and I would start by being naked in front of each other. I wasn’t sure about the whole thing because I was very insecure with myself. It wasn’t until this morning that I decided to do it. This morning during breakfast, Joe and I began to talk about this idea. 

“Joe, I think I’m ready,” I said before taking a sip of my tea.

“Are you sure, babe?” He asked me, “I don’t want to force anything if you aren’t comfortable.”

When I finished my tea, I stood up and went over to his side. I kissed the top of his head, “You are so sweet my love, I’m sure that I’m ready.” 

It was three in the afternoon and we decided to start now, so I went to our shared room and closed the door. I began to undress very slowly, I began by taking off my red shirt and then my ripped jeans. I waited a few minutes before taking off my bra and my panties. Once I finished undressing, I went to the hanging mirror on my wall. 

I sighed at the sight in front of me, that body in the mirror is not the body I want. Why would Joe want a girl like me when I look like this? Small breasts, these pimples, my- 

“Baby?” I heard that all too familiar voice coming from the other side of the door, “Can I come in?”

“Joe, I’m nervous…” I walked over to the door and whispered to him.

“Well don’t be.” It wasn’t aggressive the way he said that. Whenever he says things, anything, you can hear just how much he cares.

“I don’t wanna scare you away….” My voice trailed off and he opened the door, I didn’t fight to keep the door closed. I tried to cover parts of my body like my breasts and my lower area. When I was finally face to face with Joe, he smiled. It was a smile of reasurrence. I was about to open my mouth and say something, but he spoke first.

“Holy, shit,” He whispered, I pretty much turned away from him and then he turned me around again, “You’re so fucking gorgeous…”

Of course he would think that, “You’re just saying that,”

“Do you want me to prove it to you?”

I honestly had no idea what he meant by that and I hesitated, “What do you mean?”

I looked into his green eyes, he seemed confused because I didn’t know what he was talking about. His soft hands grabbed mine and rubbed the back. He kept his mouth shut, he wasn’t telling me anything about what he was doing. He got down on his knees and let go of my hands, then moved them to my thighs. He moved them around and just let his fingers move around on my skin like he was trying to find something. Then, he stopped, leaned forward and kissed my belly. 

“You are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen…” His voice was quiet, but powerful. I felt a sudden rush through my body, almost as if something was coming. I shivered because of this rush and a smile grew on his face in response to that. He looked as if he was planning something, but I wasn’t sure what it was. 

“Joe, what did you mean by that?” I asked again, hoping that this time he would respond to me. 

“You don’t know?” His voice was full of confusion. 

“Nope…” I trailed off.

“Sex…” He whispered and that’s when it clicked. I had to admit that I was innocent, I really didn’t know anything about sex and I became nervous again. 

“I- Joe, I’m a virgin…” I whispered.

“Then, will you give me the honor of taking your virginity?” He had a soft smile. 

“I, I don’t know about this.” I stuttered. Joe’s smile did not completely fade, but somewhat left. Again, the opportunity for this was so close, but my nervousness was getting the best of me. 

“I promise, I will guide you through it babe. If it hurts, I’ll stop. I would never try to hurt you, ever.” He grabbed my hands and that beautiful smile reappeared. I returned a smile, “Okay, love, I’ll do it.”

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My pussy rubbed his jeans and I let out a quiet groan. His buldge began to form in his pants. He set me down on the bed and he undressed himself. I set myself on my elbows and watched in awe at the man infront of me, “holy shit,” I whispered. 

He climbed on top of me and I let myself fall against the pillows. I sighed as he placed a light kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered shut as he began to kiss along my jawline. He continued to kiss along my skin and then he stopped at my right breast. 

“So perfect…” He murmured and began to suck, I let out a moan. The rush came again and I shivered once again. He lifted himself up and I groaned from the sudden emptiness, “Are you ready?” 

I hesitated for a moment, “Yes, yes I am..”. He nodded and slid inside of me. I whimpered a little bit as he began to move.

“Babe, do you want me to stop?” He asked me and I shook my head.

“Keep going…” He nodded once again and began to move again at the same pace, which was fairly slow. 

“Joe, faster, please…” I moaned. He began to move slightly faster, almost as if each thrust was faster than the last. Sweat began to form on our foreheads as we kept going. Eventually, the pain turned to pleasure and the sounds of our moans filled the room and we were both sure that the neighbors could hear us.  We didn’t care though, we were too wrapped up in each other.

Joe suddenly let out a loud groan, “Fuck…” I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed though, so I took the moment to look at the gorgeous man, the sweat on his forehead dripped onto my skin and his cheeks were red from the feeling, his lips were parted as his breaths synced with mine. The intense feeling of euphoria filled the room as both of us reached our climaxes and we both let go. 

“Wow…” I whispered.

“Yeah, wow,” He let himself fall against my chest. I had never felt so good and I thought that I would never feel good, but Joe made me feel so good, he made me feel a feeling that I had never felt before. Just like earlier, Joe began to kiss my skin once again, but this time traveling furter down. His face went between my legs and I held myself up with my elbows because I couldn’t see him. 

Before completely disappearing between my legs, he looked up at me and smirked. After going down, his tongue moved along my folds. His movements seemed to be so perfectly timed. My hands gripped his hair as I moaned loudly, for the fourth time today, I felt that rush. Joe lifted himself up for a moment and looked at me, “You taste so fucking good.” I moaned again.  Joe smirked and began to lick once again, this time even faster then last time. 

“Oh, fuck…” I whispered, “Joe I’m gonna…..”

“Cum for me baby,” and so I did, all over his face. He rose up and his face was really close to mine. 

“You got a little something here,” I giggled and I pointed to my own face. 

“I do?” He asked, but very obviously knowing what I was talking about. 

I smiled at him and leaned forward to lick some of it off. He seemed to like it, so I kept going. After I finished, I leaned back down and he stood on top of me. We looked into each other's eyes and he leaned down to kiss me. 

“You’re gorgeous babe, I hope you know that.” He smiled. I kissed his cheek and smiled.

“I love you Joe, thank you for being here for me.” I said. 

“I love you too. I will always, always be there no matter what.”

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Under the Light of a Thousand Stars

Joe Elliott x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is a collaboration one shot with @littlemissheavenonearth

When Joe told me that there was an event he had to attend and he wanted me to accompany him, I didn’t expect it to be a dance. Joe and I had only been dating for a short time and when he asked me to come with him, I was more than happy to oblige.

As we walked into the hall where the dance was being held I took note of my surroundings. There were fairy lights across the ceiling causing a night sky effect. The rest of the decor was simple but sophisticated, plain white table cloths with minimal decorations. The music was upbeat and there were a lot of people dancing in the middle of the room. As I looked around me, my eyes glanced up at the man holding my hand.

Joe looked dashing in his suit. His red shirt matched the red dress that I was wearing. It was only buttoned halfway, showing off his chest and the necklace that he had decided to wear instead of a tie. Whilst he had done his hair nicely, it wasn’t far from the usual style that he sported which made him all the more endearing to me.

“Joe, Y/N over here.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Phil’s voice calling us over. Flashing him a smile, Joe tightened his grip on my hand as we walked towards the group of Leppards with their dates.

“And how are we all this evening?” Joe laughed once we reached the group. They all answered at the same time, causing a collective noise. I let out a giggle as I watched them all. Taking a seat at the table next to Joe, I noticed the group of people dancing in the middle of the floor started to thin out as many couples went and sat down.

Following my gaze, the man next to me spoke up. “Shall we?” Joe offered me his hand and from the corner of my eye, I saw his bandmates do the same for their dates. With a shy smile, I grabbed his hand and allowed him to gently pull me up from my seat. Walking as closely as I could to Joe, I tried not to allow the nerves to take over as we made our way to the dance floor just as a slower song came on.

Joe pulled me close and he placed his hands on my waist as I hooked my arm around his neck. I could feel Joe’s breath on my face as we started to sway to The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. I got lost in his sea green eyes as I found myself falling into a rhythm with him. At that moment it didn’t matter that we both had two left feet, it was like there was no one else but us in the room. Joe leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, causing me to let out a small sigh.

When the song finished, Joe and I carried on dancing, not caring about anyone around us. The two of us were just lost in our own little world. Eventually, the dance floor started to fill up again.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Joe asked me as he brushed his fingertips against my cheek. Moving my hand to grasp his, the two of us made our way to the garden.

I held Joe’s hand as he led me outside of the building. It was dark out, but there were multiple lanterns along the stone path we were walking on. The light from those lanterns lit up Joe’s face in such a way that made him look like an angel. And the night sky was absolutely gorgeous, it was full of stars. Joe and I weren’t dancers so we decided to leave the slow dance and hang out outside. We walked along the path hand in hand with the little breeze flowing through our hair. It wasn’t cold, it was warm, it was a really nice night for a day in October.

At the end of the path, there was a gazebo-like structure, with vines snaking around each pole and lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the structure. There was a table with a vase full of roses and gray metal chairs surrounding the table. I looked at Joe and raised an eyebrow thinking he planned it, but he just raised his shoulders and shrugged. I smiled in response and sat on one of the chairs, Joe did the same.

“Do you think it was rude to just leave like that?” I asked.

“Nah, plus neither of us really know how to slow dance,” Joe responded.

“I guess so,” I turned toward the building because you could still hear the music playing, Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love could be heard from the speakers.

“Led Zeppelin is amazing, dontcha think?” Joe asked suddenly, causing me to turn my head away from the music playing.

“They are amazing.” I agreed. I stood up and turned back to the building, but I didn’t move from where I was standing and sang along. After about a minute or so, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Joe rested his head on my shoulder. I turned towards him, “You’re beautiful,” he looked up into my eyes.

“Ya think so?”

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” I replied.

“Well, babe,” He lifted his head up from my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him, “You’re gorgeous.” He said it in such a way that made me melt.

I grabbed his hand, “Come Joe,” he followed.

“Where exactly are we going?” We didn’t go far, we just went to a lonely tree in a small field, “.... What are we doing here?”

“The stars,” I turned to him, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Not as beautiful as you, that's for sure,” He beamed at me and then went to sit against the tree. I followed close behind and sat with my back against his chest, his arms went around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder again.

“I’d give anything to stay like this forever,” Joe moved the strap of my red dress a little further down my shoulder and then Joe kissed the area where the strap was. I turned my head toward his and used my own hand to lift his head up. And just like that we kissed under the light of a thousand stars.

[the4bestgame-blog]

@mycomfortacc

Hi its the BTS guesser Gal from ur fic (I think this is you) here to tell you about Rocksy Stone/Takeshi Ishi.

So, the story starts out with an old minecraft server called "Lords of Minecraft" It was a plotbased RP server ran by some youtubers. One of the districts you could build in was the "Magic District" ran by the Wizard Nisovin. In cannon, no-one but the youtubers were suppossed to have Magic, but there was a small community called Twilight Town that did pretty much just Magic RP.

With everyone playing with Magic, a group of friends decided to try something out and all made characters without magic to see how long they would last and give all the characters that cannonicly could teach magic or give people magic items a group of people to influence. This was the first generation of the Stone Family.

The rules for creating a Stone Family character were simple, No Magic, Family name is Stone, their first name is some kind of Gem (Ruby Stone, Malicite Stone, ect) and they all had a Nickname based on a flower (Ruby "Poppy" Stone, Malicite "Dandylion" Stone)

The Partiarch of the Stone family was "Arune Stone" and there was a running joke that he hated rocks, boldures, pebbles, mountains, dwayne the rock johnson, hated them all.

Now, Rocksy wasn't part of Gen 1 of this, but Gen 1 was a huge sucsess, everyone loved these characters, and so, when we had to move away from Twilight Town and lords of minecraft to another server called Dusk Island, someone suggested Gen 2 of the Stone Family, this time with magic, and I was invited to take part.

Enter Rocksy "Orekid" Stone, a half earth elemental on her mothers side, half human.

This has been the first and most important fact of Rocksys character, her father hates her after a drunk one night stand, and her mother tries to love her but only sees her father. And because of this Rocksy lashes out at the rest of her family who are actually on her side and sympethise with what her parents put her through.

Now, Rocksys power was based on Kevin Levin from Ben ten, speificly the Ultimate Alien version. By touching anything she could absorb it into her body and become made of that material, but she was able to turn into all states of matter and energy, so she could become a swirling vortex of wind with her nails turned into sharp shards of iron for instance.

Now, this came to a head when her half sister got a powerup and they got in an arguement, out of character I didn't know but Sapphire now had the ability to redirect kenetic energy, so Rocksy went all in to combat as Sapphire was trying to talk her down, transformed her body into jagged glass to skewer her and as Sapphire blocked the attack she couldn't control her new powers well enough and shattered Rocksys right arm.

Now, Rocksy lost shards of herself before, and the rule was as long as she put it back in place before transforming back, she would transform back healed. But the shock of losing her entire arm caused her to transform back instantly, stuck there craddling her new stump.

Sapphire was distraught and tried to help but Rocksy was defeated, curled up into a ball unreponsive. She eventually studied under another character to learn artifice and made herself a prosthetic arm, but from that day she took the lesson to not be so rash, and started to repair her relationships, a mixture of loosing her arm and being able to pound her anger out into metal when blacksmithing helped mellow her.

Now that was the first Rocksy, the next was short lived, being a spin off of the above Rocksy in a new setting, but then we get to the first MHA Rocksy and the one named Takeshi.

So this was based in a setting called "Last Chance Hero Program" and the author of the fic encorged people to send in OC's to make it fit. I forget exsactly how I got the name but IIRC its Jappanese for "Angry Stone" and I liked the combonation of "Eshi, Ishi" at the end of the name, so its consistantly been kept as the name used for Rocksy in Jappanese settings.

Rocksy in this setting with a violent vigilantie that was brought in to become a hero instead of causing trouble in the streets, the fic didn't go on very long, but - despite the fact that I never mentioned OG Rocksy loosing her arm, she still ended up loosing her right arm in a fight against a villian, which I always found kind of funny.

Takeshi's main addition to the Rocksy lore was the name and her role as a violent vigilantie, framing her anger that was once pointed at the fellow players playing members of her family as being aimed at the world that hurt her instead, though not without a heart of gold that was trying to do good. It also cannonised her having pure white hair that was actually Diorite from transforming her hair into stone but being unable/unwilling to transform it back.

The Next Rocksy barely got played, but was Sneaky RP Rocksy, ran by the same Youtuber as the origonal Lords of Minecraft, Rocksy went back to her roots in this, as the origonal Minecraft Skin was based on Roxie from pokemon and was a Rock musican. Sneaky RP was very much a calmer Rocksy and had lost her arm many years ago, and was now a semi famous musican moving around the world, probably the happiest she ever got.

Then we have whats known as Shadows Rocksy, set in my friends live streamed minecraft RP server. She was an addition to season 2, showing up at the end of season 1 after they started an appololips to save them. She was a Blacksmith again, and there were talks above the table about maybe loosing her arm again, but the server shut down before we got that far, so she's one of the only Rocksy's to keep both her arms.

Then we have two very similar Rocksys, set in the Worm Parahumans universe. Their father turned into a PRT officer (basicly a cop) and she triggered (got powers from the worst day of your life) from his treatment of her. In one world she becomes a violent vigilanty again, in the other she gets preyed upon by a cult/gang that twists her worldview and uses her as a wepon pointed at the establishment pretending to be true revolutionaries.

The final Rocksy is from Changeling the Lost, a whitewolf RPG. This is also, notibly, the only Rocksy who has a good relationship with her family… had.

Our story starts back around the first world war, Rocksy and her family where Blacksmiths making horseshoes and other such things for the war effort. But poor Rocksy stayed out late and heard something calling her from the woods. She went to check it out, and stumbled into Arcadia, the realm of the fae. There she was transformed into a giant mountain, where parts of her personality and emotions where represented by gemstones, gemstones that could be mined out. For decades she had each part of her soul stripmined by the faeries changlign workers, until everything was gone, everything but the molten rock that was her anger. Over time the faerie forget she was ever a person, just a somewhat alrge mountain, having expected the torment to break her and make their thoughts true reality.

But Rocksy endured.

When all the miners were gone, when the fae turned away, she fled the hedge, breaking free into reality, but forever changed. Physicaly still a giant, with anger as her only emotion, though remembering the faint echos of what she misses. She's trying to collect the gemstones of her self the fae stole and sold to rebuild her personality, but doing so leaves her unbalenced. She got her loyalty back before much else and one of the other members of the party was in danger from a hostil ghost. Rocksy stepped up to defend having the highest HP and being build to endure and tried to punch the ghost back.

Rocksy lost her arm again.

But Rocksy Endured.

The game was put on hold not long after that, but once again Rocksy learnt how to make magic items and has created her own arm and has now left the court of summer (anger/wrath) for dusk (The world is ending, we can't stop it, but we can fight against the dying of the light so those weaker than us have one more day.)

[shaekingshitup]

unintended part two

A/N: ALRIGHTY FOLKS! WE ARE BACK WITH SOME MORE ACTION FOR MR. JACKSON! As of now, the face claim for the reader is going to be Keke Palmer

But, if you’re anything like me. All I did was just post a picture of someone who wishes they were you and in this fic with you and Trevor Jackson haha. Whatever floats your boats friends. Please note that echoic memory is a real thing. It just doesn’t work how I described it haha. More like echoic and As always thanks to @glittermakesmesmile​ for giving me the first feedback and confidence to even post these things. Also big shout out to @twistedcharismaaa​ who helped me challenge myself to write more even if I don’t feel like it. So, this series will hopefully get some more chapters coming soon!

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

Pairing: Trevor Jackson x Black OC

Warnings: NONE

Word Count: approx 2500

HERE WE GO!

^ Jayden’s Song Association Fit

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“Let me take my Black ass to the restroom while we got ourselfs a break. ROCKSY, what’s that cam’ra lookin’ like? We need another battery?”

“We’re good. Jayden, you want a snack?” Roxy redirected at their latest arrival. Jayden tried to sneak a look at the biggest one in the room and failed. He smiled at her. Her glance had caught both of them off guard and it made him feel giddy. It was the most beautiful and natural response she'd received from him-or anyone for that matter- in a while.

“I’m good.” she said hiding her own bashfulness behind her steely exterior. She maintained eye contact with Trevor. Roxy opened up a cabinet to pull out an assortment of Lays and refill the chip bowls that Trevor had demolished when he’d shown up 

“ Imma keep tryin. Venmo? Paypal? Zelle? CashApp? Damn, I can get it to you in Bitcoin if that’s what you prefer.”

“How have you done on the game so far?” Jayden again completely ignored his attempts to repay her. She wasn’t concerned about a few extra dollars. 

“I’m doin alright so far." He also refused to break contact first "So far Song Association has been the easiest game for me to navigate today.” Jayden blinked and conceded for now. Motivated by his win Trevor strolled over to the living room where she was admiring some of Terrell’s music selection.

“Clever.” she tossed over her shoulder as she reached for a vinyl. In one swift motion, Trevor had taken it from her mid-review. 

“Al Green?” He smirked. “ You’ve got taste J. Let me guess.. uh, track 5?”

“What?”

“That’s your single. I see it. No worries though. We can work on that.” he said just as he caught a glimpse of Terrell returning back into the room. Trevor placed the album back in her hands and returned to his stool, readjusting his mic. 

“Alright, Mr. Jackson. YA READY?! No more stoppin’ this midnight train to Georgia.” Terrell hollered. Jayden giggled at his silliness as she glanced at the tracklist for Al Green’s Greatest Hits. 

Track 5: Tired of Being Alone

Damn he cocky. Jayden thought. At least it wasn’t in an overbearing manner. It was a little endearing. He seems a little goofy. That smile was very telling.  But she wouldn’t show that just yet. Sitting back in her audience of one, Jayden watched them continue to play.

 “If I gave you the word “Never” what hits your mind?” Terrell asked the singer. Trevor starts going into a Jackson 5 single that Jayden honestly didn’t know. But, she knows that he is DOING IT. Her eyes go wide as his Michael impression is spot on and before she can even register her own body's movements, she's vibing with it. Music always had a way of helping her with her emotions and channeling a less.. “feisty”,as it had been put earlier, connection with herself and the rest of the world. She was moving around in her seat and doing her best not to spill her coffee over herself or her new friend’s floor.

"Oh shit!" she said clamping her hand over her mouth immediately. That was louder than she expected. Especially since it hadn't meant to leave her head at all. "I'm sorry," she whispered. 

"AHA HA" Roxy guffawed. "I tried to warn you. Don't worry Jayden.  We'll fix it in post anyways"

"Jayden you good girl. I had the same reACTion the first time I laid my eyes- I meant my ears on Trevor" Terrell stated taking a very pointed sip from his mug. Everyone knew he'd meant what he'd said the first time and it was causing them all to try not to break into laughter so they could push forward. 

"Yeah. Very natural response J. Hakuna matata" Trevor confirmed. Jayden playfully rolled her eyes. 

"What's the next word? He's a lil too comfortable" she spoke up.

Terrell nodded at Jayden and refocused on Trevor. "WAY. w-a-y" 

Without hesitation, he bursted into song. It was another that Jayden was sadly unfamiliar with. 

What is in this man's repertoire?

Soon enough Terrell explained that it was an original off of a project called Rough Drafts 2. At once Jayden grabbed her phone and opened her Spotify app. Creating a new playlist, she glanced up at the boys and locking in on Trevor she came up with an idea. "Thotful n Tired 💭" she titled it. She was adding damn near his whole discography when her ears perked up at the fact that he had an additional 200 unreleased singles on his computer at home. The more time spent in his presence the more the question of "Who the hell is this nigga?" rose in Jayden's mind. 

Trevor responded to Terrell all the while staring at Jayden and answering her unspoken question as well.

"So any fans that live in L.A. and you wanna just come and listen to new music not recorded.." he trailed off leaving an open invitation for Jayden and the rest of LA.

He really just said: Come find out

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Jayden was both relieved and saddened when Trevor was finished with his Song Association. In a very short time, she'd learned a lot about this person she'd never even heard of until that afternoon. As his song had promised, he truly had her beggin for more.  The way they interacted and the feelings she felt towards him had grown quickly but it was familiar. It seemed as if they'd already done this dance before. Jayden was trying to figure out how to rationalize this to herself but she couldn't. It was the way that she and Trevor had silently held private conversations  in a room with others.  Even as they were learning one another, a lot of the pieces already seemed to be connected. 

Trevor was filming his spot for Terrell’s outro. It took every ounce of restraint in Jayden not to cackle out loud when he said “I think we’re gonna queue the rain right now. Mm hmm. You feel that? This is not a joke. It’s a motion in your ocean.” 

Trevor had made her feel a range of emotions in their time together. Jayden had laughed, she’d pondered a topic or two she’d never fully considered, she’d felt sexy and above all else- she felt noticed. Truly seen.  It was a lot. But, the girl was a hustler by nature. So, she was keeping up with each curveball that day had thrown at her. 

“Imma run to the restroom” Jayden announced. She wasn’t certain why she felt the need to do so. But it seemed far more courteous than roaming through Terrell’s halls. 

“Alright we gotta get ready for you when ya done Miss Jayden!” Terrell called out. 

When she returned, there was no Trevor in sight. Just Roxy and Terrell. Jayden wasn’t disappointed for them being there. Although she was a little put off that Trevor had exited so quickly and without saying goodbye?  She wasn’t about to let that show though. Sure, she really thought she’d felt a connection with him. But, she wasn’t going to let it get in the way of the single calendar event of her year- outside of her birthweek of course. 

“My turn?” Jayden asked as she returned back into the kitchen where the green screen was.  

“Mmmhhmm” Terrell affirmed “I just gotta follow you to this res’room. I dun broke my damn seal. Plus,  we waitin on Trevuh to finish his call.” As if he heard his queue, the front door opened and Trevor came back in. 

“Oh.” Jayden let out. Trevor studied her as Terrell turned towards his restroom. Roxy was on the balcony getting some air and making a call of her own. 

She was feening her cool, unbothered mask. But that one syllable had given her away. “What? You thought I left?” he asked. 

“I mean you were gone. So, yeah.” Jayden said shrugging her shoulders and throwing her wrist back dismissively.

  “Huh.” Trevor stared back quizzically. “I can’t do that just yet. One: I don’t think it’s fair that you got to see mine and I don’t get to see yours and two: I still need to figure out a way to make sure we’re even.”

“Ahh. So you’re stayin?”

“I got a little extra time. Plus, this is definitely worth it. But look, promise me something real quick.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Since you’re so gung-ho on not taking back the money which is owed to you. Let me pay my debt another way.”

“What if I like the notion of Trevor Jackson being forever indebted to me?” The smolder he returned to her made her feel that someone had pressed play on Puddles again. But she simply crossed her arms and cocked her head at him. They were in yet another staring contest. 

Trevor let a beat pass as he wound up his pitch in his mind. “Aight, how about-

“Okay. I hope ya’ll enjoyed.. Ya break,” Terrell trailed off as he walked in on the tension that occupied the room. Jayden took a small step back from Trevor. She hadn’t realized that they were all in each other's personal space. 

“Yup. I’m ready.” Roxy re-entered from the balcony and grabbed the mic Trevor had used earlier that day to affix to Jayden. “Feel okay?”

“It does.” Jayden said. All of a sudden all of that calm she’d felt left her. She was getting the nerves again. She wasn’t certain if it was because of the game she was going to play or the one she’d been entangled in since she’d laid eyes on Trevor. He himself was still trying to figure out this woman. She had a hard exterior and a beguiling sexual energy that he couldn’t detach himself from. When she sat on that stool allowing Terrell to compliment her outfit and introduce herself a little bit, she radiated. She also had a pretty good voice too for a Shits and Giggles winner. 

“I’m mad at you” Terrell said. 

“Why?” Jayden

“I hear it. I hear that there in ya throat box. You got them vocals.” Terrell said. “Why you hidin?”

“Ohmygod. Hush. I can hold a tune here and there. But I don’t know about them vocals. I don’t know how to control it.” 

Terrell squinted his eyes. “I don’t believe it. Sing that song again. Because you got the emotion. I can tell you feel these songs here. You haf’way there but you too worried about sounded perfect. Let that go.” 

Jayden was quick to adapt. She took that advice from Terrell and moments later you could hear the difference. Closing her eyes she tried again

Have you ever found the one

You've dreamed of all of your life

Do just about anything to look into their eyes

Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to

Jayden tried her best not to get into her head about fucking up and pushed the nervousness down within her. Because when she became tense it would lock up her voice and she would miss her mark altogether

Only to find that one won't give their heart to you

She exhaled from her nose and smiled because she’d clearly sounded better than the first time 

Have you ever closed your eyes and

Dreamed that they were there

Jayden opened her eyes and stopped. She may not have control; but, she knew her limit 

“Now I know you didn’t stop.” Jayden picked up some of the liquid courage Terrell had fixed her. Her coffee was long gone by this point. She couldn’t keep the fear at bay. She didn’t want to make that big of a fool of herself today and have her voice crack like a pre-pubescent teen. 

Trevor was taking it all in.  She was a whole party when put on the spot and she easily gave off a coolness that made you certain to never cross her. She was not one to be played with.  But it was obvious that music opened up another avenue to Jayden. Trevor had seen it when their roles were reversed. She was empathetic to the emotions of  whichever song he sang. 

Her music taste was eclectic as well. She’d come through with country, gospel, r&b, showtunes and she seemed to have every Chicago rapper’s discography down pat. Trevor was genuinely impressed by her ability to copy and paste an artist’s essence into her own. She was fucking up the game and had songs for every word Terrell threw her way. 

“RIGHT R-I-G-H-T” Terrell announced. Jayden glanced a look at Trevor and then she gave her undivided attention to Terrell. 

Just stand right here

Let me show you what I'm about

To do to that body

And come down here

Let me show you where to touch my body

Let the foreplay begiiiin

Bet you never had this before

Cause once I go iiiiiiin

I'm gone have you begging for more

Boy, I'm talking right now, right now, right now, yeah

Right now, oh

Can we make some love right now? 

Jayden laughed and when she’d finished, there was silence. It was like someone had pressed the mute button in real life. Then the room erupted with noise at once 

“UH UH”

“hOw?” 

“Whoa whoa whoa”  all crashed on top of each other. 

“What?” Jayden asked. 

“WHAT?! This heffa really just said WHAT? TUH!” Terrell hollered.

“Wait. You said you’d never heard of Trevor before,” said a very baffled Roxy.

“Before a few hours ago, no. I hadn’t.” Roxy said. Jayden gave a shrug in Trevor’s direction. 

“But you just sang his song?” Roxy asked

“Yeah. Because I heard him sing it earlier. 

“You mean to tell me, that you heard this negro sang that song one time half an hour ago and you committed it to your memory?”

“Yes. I have perfect echoic memory. Obviously I don’t always process this in a way where I can duplicate it perfectly. But, I can mimic it pretty close.”

Trevor finally spoke up. “So when you hear something you can pull up that audio in your mind and not only play it back for yourself but you’ve trained yourself to be able to mimic it almost dead ass spot on?”

“Yeah. That’s pretty much it.” Jayden said as if she’d just read rattled off the day’s weather report. “You’re pretty sharp.” The compliment rolled off of Trevor in his astonished state of mind. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Damn” he muttered looking at the screen. “Aite y’all, that’s my cue.” I gotta head out. Just as his mother had done, Trevor said goodbye to everyone individually. He saved Jayden for last.  “Good luck Jayden. It was nice meeting you. Matter of fact, let me get your info so I can follow up with you to see if you really get that perfect score” He offered his phone out to her with the keypad pulled up. 

“Oh, you already know that I came to win today.” she tapped some buttons and gave him back his phone. Looking down, Trevor realized that she’d followed herself on his Instagram account.  She smiled but her eyes only said one word: 

Checkmate. 

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The Dancer and the Rockstar Pt 4 {Joe Elliott x Reader}

Sorry for making y’all wait for part 4. Here it is now! I hope you like it!

Y/N woke up at around 8 in the morning, the boys seemed to be asleep. Joe is really pretty when he is sleeping, Did I say that out loud?

She went into the main cabin and tried to find something to eat in the fridge. She found some toast and a little container of butter. This was her favorite breakfast, Tahlia made it for her all the time. 

While spreading the butter on the toast, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. 

“Good morning, my love,” Said the all too familiar voice of Joe Elliott, as he rested his head on her shoulder. 

“Good morning, Joey,” She whispered to him, “Want some toast?”

“I’d love some toast,” She nodded and handed a slice to him. They both sat at the table and ate in silence. 

“I’m excited for the rest of the tour, now that I'm with you, I will surely enjoy it a lot more,” Joe grinned. That stupid smile, the stupid adorable smile. She couldn’t deny that she was developing a crush on her bestfriend. God, I love him. 

“I’m excited too,” The girl smiled. It came out a little more high-pitched than she had hoped. 

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…” She trailed off, which didn’t make it anymore convincing. 

“Good morning,” Said a sleepy Steve with a light red almost pink robe on and dark red slippers.

“Mornin’” Joe and Y/N respond at the same time. Joe sat on the couch as the dancer cleaned the dish that once had toast on it. She hummed a little bit of “High N’ Dry (Saturday Night)”. 

“Saturday Night,” She hummed, “High…”

“Saturday Night, high n’ dry….” Joe sang with her. 

“You two sound good together,” Steve smiled and sipped on his tea. 

“Yeah, you do,” Sav said as he walked out into the main cabin. 

“Thanks guys,” The girl smiled and went to sit next to Joe on the couch, “So, where is the next show?” 

“We are leaving to go to London  for the show tonight, so we are on our way over there now.” Sav responded and Y/N looked out the window. She loved London, even though she had only been once before her mother died. 

“I haven’t been in years,” She whispered. Suddenly, all of these memories rushed back to her and she sighed, “I had gone with my family and we had good times,”

“Wait,” Joe started, now realizing that he hadn’t seen Y/N’s mother or father when they went to the apartment, “Where are your parents?” 

“Oh, you don’t know,” The girl looked down, “Mother died a few years ago and father didn’t want to deal with me alone, so he left.” 

Joe went to hug his bestfriend, her mom was a wonderful person. He loved her and hearing this news felt like he was stabbed in the heart. Joe began to cry, he had never cried in front of the boys, but he did not care. Y/N also began to cry, she loved her mother. She was a very kind woman, she loved to bake and take care of animals, yeah, Y/N lived with 3 dogs and 4 cats. 

“Joey, it’ll be ok, she’s still with us, in here.” The girl pointed to her heart, Joe nodded as the tears he cried began to decrease. 

“I know, it’s just, I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to her,” Joe stated.

A 13 year old Y/N and her father rushed to the hospital to see her mother. She was in the hospital because she had cancer. Y/N almost refused to go to the hospital knowing that her mother was going to leave. 

“Dad, I don’t want to go,” The girl whispered.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye?”

“Yes, but it’s hard, I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye,” The girl’s mother had made her feel safe in a world so truculent. A sort of emptiness filled her life after that day. 

Y/N and her dad entered the hospital room and noticed that mother was awake. 

“Oh, Y/N, baby, come here,” 

“Mom!” Y/N rushed over to the bed and hugged her mother, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” She repeated over and over, as if she hadn’t said it enough in her past. 

“I-I know you do,” Her mother stated, “I love you more than you will ever know!”

“Mom….” The girl whispered, tears falling on the bed.

“Don’t cry, my love. I will always be here,” Her mother struggled to point to the girl's heart.  

“No, no, no…..” The girl trailed off.

“Tell your bestfriend, Joe, I say bye,” She said and grinned weakly. The last moments of Y/N and her mom came quicker than the girl ever imagined. Her mother passed away while holding the girl's hand and there was a special feeling about that. 

“Good bye, my love,” Her mother said and closed her eyes, letting herself go. Then, all of a sudden, the world went dark, the vacuous feeling filled her world. 

For a week she lived with her dad, but he really did not want to have to deal with a teenager, so he left. The girl woke and went to find her dad, but he just wasn’t anywhere around the house. She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she left the house to go to her dance studio. She then found Tahlia at the front desk, Tahlia was kind of like Y/N’s second mother. She was the woman that the girl trusted most after her mother.

“Sweetie, you don’t have practice today, what are you doing here?” Lia questioned. The girl began to explain all that had happened in the past week, again tears, and lots of them. Tahlia tried to comfort her, but it only made her sadness worse.  At the end of the conversation, Tahlia asked Y/N something that made her smile again after so long. 

“Y/N honey, I can possibly arrange for you to move into my apartment and you can live with me and my husband.” 

“Yes, yes, yes!” The dancer cried, she was so lucky to have found Tahlia. She went in to hug the woman and then she whispered, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, honey,” Tahlia loved the fact that she could help young kids going through things like this. Y/N made Tahlia happy and she wanted to see the girl happy. 

“I am so sorry, love,” Said Steve, holding the girl’s hand. The boys all nodded in agreement to Steve’s statement and they all went in to hug the girl and Joe. 

“That’s all in the past now, I miss mother, of course, but she would want me to be happy,” 

The rest of the morning the group finished eating breakfast and got ready. Three hours later, they made it to the venue in London, but the group went for a walk instead of staying at the venue. 

“It’s just as beautiful as I remember it…” Y/N smiled. Joe walks right next to her with a smile on his face. Y/N notices and smiles again, but she also puts her hand in his and he squeezes it. There was a kind of spark when he held her hand and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

She blushed, I hope he likes me back….

[littlemissheavenonearth]

I’m writing part 4 of The Dancer and The Rockstar

I think it’ll be out tonight or maybe early tomorrow, I’m not sure.

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Since We've Been Loving You (Jimmy Page x Reader x Robert Plant)

a/n: this isn't a Def Leppard fic, but this was in the works, here's to Led-Zeppelin <3

Night fell and the darkness rushed through the windows of my small bedroom. The only light was the light from the lamp on my bedside table. I just laid on my side on the bed staring at the wall at my posters of many rock bands. I couldn’t sleep, I admit that I had some kind of insomnia ‘cause I have been getting very little sleep for quite some time now and I cannot figure out how to fall asleep. Like I used to. I was tired, but I just couldn’t sleep, ever. I could maybe shut my eyes for about ten minutes, but I would wake up immediately after. 

I was about five minutes into my “eye shutting” situation until I heard my bedroom door open. I opened my eyes again and looked at the two familiar faces standing in my doorway. One was taller than the other, he had bright strawberry blonde or more so blonde than red and he had a nice, confident appearance. The other one had dark brown hair and he looked a lot more shy than the other. I set myself up on my elbows and I smiled at my two boyfriends. We met in December of 1969, when I went to one of their concerts. I was completely hypnotized by their smooth, or even sauve movements on stage. Robert’s girly moans mixed with Jimmy’s orgasmic riffs was too much for me. So, I had to, I had to go backstage. I did and I was fairly shy when I got to talk to them. We didn’t do what you think we did. We just talked about life and our opinions about music. 

Now you may be thinking, “but they’re rockstars and you went backstage, why didn’t you..?” because I didn’t go backstage to do it, I went backstage to talk to them, to get to know them. I don’t know what you think of them, but they are incredibly sweet and gentle, might I add. I went backstage and I was a little lost, I will admit.  I was just walking around when I bumped into Robert.

“Oh, sorry, love,” He made sure I didn’t fall over, “My fault.”

I looked at him and smiled shyly, “No need to apologize,” I managed to say. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

“That’s a beautiful name.” 

“Thank you!” Just as I finished speaking, Jimmy walked in. “Jimmy,” Said Robert, “This is y/n.” He pointed to me.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jimmy.” 

“I know, it’s nice to meet both of you too.” I began to get a little more relaxed around them. 

“Y’know, we saw you in the crowd.” Robert explained, “You caught my eye almost immediately.” 

“Wow, really?”

Oh, that night was an absolute dream come true. After that we got into the show and it eventually led to us discussing our opinions about music. We all generally had the same opinions. 

How did I start dating both of them? Well, it started out with the boys inviting me to the Led-Zeppelin after party that night and I happily accepted the offer. The boys got pretty drunk and I wasn’t a drinker, so I just drank some water. Robert and Jimmy started fighting over me. I could not believe that two of the greatest rock n’ roll gods were fighting over me. They asked me to choose who I wanted to date, but to nobody’s surprise, I couldn’t choose and I told them that I could not choose. It seemed that they had accepted that answer. 

“It’s either both of you or neither.” I stated. I remember them looking at each other and then nodding.

“Both,” They responded at the same time. 

I remember that night like it had just happened, all those years ago and we still have the magical bond that we had when we first met. 

“Robert, Jimmy,” I said in my raspy night voice. 

“Hello there, darling,” Responded Jimmy as he undressed and made his way into bed. Robert did the same and they both laid on either side of me. 

“I can’t sleep, again.” I turned to Jimmy, just as Robert moved his body against mine. Jimmy laid on his back and I moved so my head was on his chest. 

“Is this comfortable?” I asked both of them.

“If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.” Said Jimmy. 

“Okay,” I yawned as my eyes began to close thanks to Jimmy’s beating heart. I fell asleep as Robert lightly dragged his fingers along my skin. 

“Good night, beautiful.” Whispered Robert and he gave me a light kiss on my cheek. 

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A Dance With Danger (Steve Clark x Reader)

a/n: This fic does cover some heavy topics, so if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read <3

January 7th, 1991

It was a nice day in London for Winter. I was in the home of my boyfriend, Steve Clark. He and I were watching some telly right after lunch. He hadn't said a word at all today and it worried me, not that he spoke much in general, but usually he would say something.

He stood up to grab a bottle of Vodka from the liquor closet in the kitchen. He took the bottle and attempted to chug it down, but I stopped him. He looked at me with frustration, but he didn't leave the room like some people would if they were angry.

It was difficult watching him suffer like this, but no matter how hard anybody tried to help him, he wouldn't allow it.

"Steve!" I cried, "Stop it, please."

"I can't, Y/N." He walked to the dinner table and sat on one of the chairs.

"Yes, you can."

"No, no, Y/N/N, I- I've gone too far." The pain in his voice was too much.

He really did go to far and he did want help, but never asked for it. He was addicted and every time he tried to get himself to stop, he'd keep going back for more.

"Oh God," I stood up from my knees and started breathing really hard.

Steve just watched me, the sadness he felt made his eyes go dark. He felt bad, really bad. For the entirety of the day, I kept him away from any kind of booze or alcoholic drink.

That's what I was gonna do from now on, I loved him too much to let him kill himself like this. He meant too much to me to let him go.

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"Steve, can you take a walk with me?" I knocked on the closed door of our shared room. I heard sounds of somebody vomiting in the bathroom. I opened the door to our bedroom and walked to the bathroom.

He turned to me and opened his mouth to speak, but turned to vomit again. I sat against the wall as I watched him. Why did nobody try to help him earlier? Couldn't they see he was struggling?

"Oh Stev-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N, I'm sorry." You could really tell that he wanted to let go. It was his time, I tried to not think about it, but I just couldn't.

"Don't apologize, baby, you can't help it. Addiction is not easy." I wiped the corners of his mouth with the sleeves of my sweater that he gave to me in 1985, "But why didn't you ask for help at all?"

He looked down at the floor, ashamed, "I couldn't. Well, part of me didn't want help and the other part of me didn't have the guts to ask for help."

"Well, we can still try. Tomorrow, I will call the rehab center nearby so that I can take you."

"Ok," He gave me a soft smile.

"Just promise me that you won't try to keep drinking afterward." I do know drinking and booze was his way to escape his mind. He always had issues dealing with his own thoughts. And that was in fact understandable, but he never asked for help with that either.

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That evening, I made him some roast beef for dinner, it was his favorite food and he looked the way I made it.

"Thank you, love." He smiled at me when I set his plate in front of him at the dinner table.

"No need to thank me, Dreamy." I winked and sat on the opposite side of the table.

As soon as he took the first bite he said to me, "Wonderful, as always."

I blushed, for years he has said that to me and it always makes butterflies in my stomach come alive. To be honest, just being there with him made the butterflies come alive.

After dinner, we went to watch TV again, like we did earlier today. We put on MTV, my favorite channel. The music video for Rock Of Ages was playing.

"Do you remember filming that video?" I asked Steve.

"Of course. I'm that's when we met, so how could I forget?"

"That's my favorite song for that reason." I smiled and moved a a little closer to him, I snuggled on his side after I kissed his cheek.

By ten pm the two of us went up to change for bed. We climbed into bed shortly after, "Good night, Steve, I love you." he grinned and said the same thing back and we kissed for a good eight seconds.

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January 8th, 1991

I woke up at around seven in the morning and I turned to tell Steve that I was going to call the rehab center.

"Steve, babe, wake up." I put my hand on his chest where his heart was, "Steve?" I started panicking and tear started filling my eyes after not feeling his heart beating.

"Steve! Wake Up!" I was breathing really hard.

"Steve-" Then silence filled the room, I dropped to my knees on his side of the bed. He was gone, Steve was really gone, I was too late. I should've tried to help him earlier.

"Bloody hell!" I screamed and ran down to the landline in the living room.

I dialed Phil's number, "Y/N?" He responed,"What's wrong?"

"St-Steve,"

"What about him?"

"He's, He's g-gone." By now, I was full on sobbing, I was pretty sure Phil didn't understand a thing I was saying.

"Gone?"

"D-dead." I stuttered, there as murmuring on the other end of the phone.

"Hang on, love, we are on our way," At this point, I didn't bother hanging up, I let the phone hang as I dropped to the floor.

After some time, there was a knock on the door. So I moved to the door as best as I could and I opened it.

"Y/N?" Joe noticed my tears, "Come 'ere." He motioned for me to hug him and so I did.

"Where is he?"

"In the bed," I hiccuped. I followed the boys to the room, to see the blonde guitarist lying on the bed.

"I feel like this is my fault." I admitted.

"No, no, it's not your fault. We all tried to help him, but he wouldn't let us."

"When he did admit he needed help, it was too late." I whispered, tears filling in my eyes again.

Steve, I love you. You know that. I'm honored that I got to love you for 9 years. You've made me realize things that nobody else made me realize. You opened my eyes to several opportunities. I don't know what I would've done all those years if I hadn't known you.

I only wish that I could've been there for you, like you were there for me. It's going to be hard living with out you, but I hope that you watch over me and the rest of the Leppard guys. Would you hold my hand? Guide me to you when my time is near?

I just want to be with you, Steve. Thank you for every thing that you have done for us.

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Unbreakable (Joe Elliott x Reader) request by @defleppardfan1

A/N: Here you go bestie! I hope you like it <333 Also shout out to anyone who can recognize the my other fic I'm referencing here!

September 2nd, 1986

I was so stressed. I had gone to work from nine to five for two weeks in a row and those mornings and evenings before and after work have not felt like much of a break. It hurt that I had to fill in for almost everyone who was supposedly “out sick”, it felt like they were trying to use me ‘cause they knew that I would fill in. I rarely ever saw my boyfriend, Joe either. I never know what he is doing or even how he is doing. 

Today was the one day he could come by and pick me up. I walked out of work to see him sitting in the car. He always looked so good when he wasn’t necessarily paying attention to what was around him. Well, he always looked good. He had this long dirty blond hair, it was always tucked behind his ears. His eyes were a bluish-green and he had a smile of reassurance. If you knew Joe at all, you’d know that whenever he was driving the car, he would be blasting rock n’ roll. 

I never minded that, it was lovely. It made him happy and that makes me happy. We are opposites though, I’ve got an interest in finance and dance, I always have and Joe, well, I think it’s pretty obvious. One thing I always believed about the two of us is that we are soulmates. You know, like a best friend, but better. I’ve known him since kindergarten and we got along immediately. He was the one person I could go to and tell all of my secrets. He never shared them, he helped me with my issues. He was always the sweetest, kindest soul you would meet. 

I knocked on the window of the car and he turned his head, grinned, then opened the car. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. He turned down the music and looked at me. 

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yes,” my voice was monotone.

“Y/N,” Oh yeah, he knows me well.

“Fine, I’m not well,” Honestly, there was really no point in keeping up the lie. 

“What’s up?”

“I’m tired,” I played with my fingers on my lap and then I looked back up at him, “I’m tired of having to fill in for everyone who supposedly calls in ‘sick’, I’m tired of working so long,” Joe’s hand slipped into my lap to grab one of my hands. 

“Then stop working, don’t go into work tomorrow, let me take care of you.” 

“I- Joe, I can’t, I don’t want to get fired.” 

“Why would you want to work somewhere where they don’t treat you right?” Joe did have a point, but it took me so long to be able to get this job that leaving wouldn’t be great. 

I didn’t respond, I stared at my lap for a while and then Joe lifted my face. He wasn’t smiling like he usually does, instead his emotions matched mine. We looked into each other’s eyes and tears began to fill in my eyes. Joe allowed me to lay against his chest. His hand rubbed my shoulder while his other hand started the car. 

“Where are we going?” I hiccuped.

“It’s a surprise,” Joe responded while keeping his eyes on the road. I loved and hated surprises at the same time. I lifted myself from his chest and looked at the road. 

“J-Joe.. You know how I feel about surprises.” All he responded with was a shrug and I groaned. The roads were long and the trip just didn’t seem to end, eventually I just stopped paying attention until we stopped. 

I looked up to see a large lake, a lake that I recognized but didn’t quite know the name of. Joe exited the car and came to my side to open the door, “ma’lady,” I couldn’t help, but let out a light giggle as I grabbed his hand. He led me to the small beach surrounding the lake and we both sat down next to each other. 

“Ya know, y/n, you’re really special to me and I want the best for you.” I laid my head on Joe’s shoulder and for a moment, I wondered what I did to deserve a wonderful guy like Joe. 

“Thank you, Joe. That means so much to me.” 

“No need to thank me, princess.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. We stayed like this until the sun set above the lake, it was gorgeous and it was just what I needed. Being here with Joe was just what I needed. 

“Do you want to go back home? Or we can go out to dinner.” Joe suggested after a while. 

“Could we go home? I’d like to cuddle some more.” We both stood up and walked back to the car. 

While driving, Joe was asking me all sorts of cute questions, “babe, if you had the opportunity to go back in time to see us on the tours you haven’t seen. Which one would it be?”

“Oh, that’s a good question,” I paused to think for a second, “Not a tour, just when you first started and I kind of wish I was there for that.” 

“Oh, you would have loved it,” He smiled, “I remember this one time specifically where we had one show in London and oh, wait you were there. It was when Sav’s cable wasn’t cooperating with him and it took the crew about fifteen minutes to find another.” 

“Oh yeah! I remember that!! That was an amazing show!” Joe smiled and turned on the radio again, Space Oddity by David Bowie was playing. Joe loved Bowie, so of course he was singing along. 

The drive home was a good half hour long, but I did not mind it. I was with Joe and that’s what mattered. When we got home, Joe turned the light on and went to the kitchen.

“Wait! Joe! Come lay with me on the couch, we can order some food later,” Joe came over and wrapped his arms around my hips.

“But I was gonna make you corned beef hash.” I put my own arms around his large body and leaned against him. 

“That’s really sweet of you, but I’m not that hungry.”

“Alright, you wanna go to the bed then?” 

“Yeah,” I followed Joe into our shared bedroom and then we both changed into some comfortable clothes. I changed into one of Joe’s t-shirts and Joe took off his clothes, but remained in his boxers. I climbed into bed after Joe and moved so that I was resting my head on his chest. 

I always loved listening to his heart beat, it calmed me down so easily. It was like magic. Joe started talking about some stories from our past. He wasn’t telling me to remind me of them, he would tell me random stories because he knew that I loved listening to his voice. It was one of those things about him that was always so comforting. Everything about him was comforting. 

“Are you feeling better, love?” He asked as he rubbed my shoulder.

“Yes, thank you, baby.” Right after that, I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep on Joe’s chest.

“Good night, beautiful.”

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

Hello again love🤣❤️ I’ve read the first two chapters of your fic and I’m loving it already! That’s exactly what I had in mind when I asked you about a childhood friends fic with Joe so thanks a lot. However, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Steve wants to ask reader to be his girlfriend but he doesn’t know how so he asks Phil for advice. (Steve ends up regretting asking Phil for advice and he decides to make it simple but romantic)

A Match Made In Heaven (Steve Clark x Reader) {Collaboration with @stevesfuzzypinkslippers}

Y/N. She was gorgeous, even that is an understatement. We’ve known each other for quite some time, but I never had the guts to ask her out. She was at Def Leppard’s first show and we took the time to talk after the show. I remember seeing her in the crowd and then whispering to Joe that I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in one place, but she was the one that was on my mind. She’d come to every show after, it’s making me think that I did something right by talking to her.

She was sweet, she was easy to talk to. Is it too dramatic if I say that I’d trust her with my life? Probably, but that’s the way she makes me feel. It might be because I’ve never met a girl who made me feel this way besides the women in my family. I felt like I could tell her everything. Because she understood exactly how I felt.

“I know I just met you Steve, but I want to help you.”

Eventually, at the fifth show she came to, the boys and I asked her if she wanted to join us on our On Through The Night Tour. She said yes!

I remember the day we embarked on the tour, we were on our way to Manchester because apparently we started there and not Sheffield (This was gonna be the next show after Manchester), anyway, She wore a white and black striped crop top and a pair of blue denim shorts. She was carrying a large light green luggage.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked her.

“No, I’m ok, thank you,” She smiled sweetly, she was struggling a bit, it wasn’t a secret, but she never asked for help. Maybe because she was trying to prove a point that she could get through certain things long. I knew she could, but at the same time she was doing so much for me, I wanted to return the favor.

I started having feelings for her, when I first laid eyes on her, but I guess I never thought much of it until we spent all of our time together during the On Through The Night Tour. We’d talk about anything and everything. She had this laugh and smile that lit up the entire room. When I wasn’t in the happiest mood, her presence made everything better.

“Hey Steve?” She knocked on the door of my hotel room. I got up from the bed and opened the door.

“Y/N! Come in!” I grinned and she walked in doing the same.

“I was wondering, could you teach me how to play guitar?”

“I would love to,” We sat on my bed and I handed her my orange Gibson Les Paul.

“Thanks! I never realized how satisfying it is to watch people play guitar. If it wasn’t for my friend who forced me to come to the Def Leppard show with her, I never would have realized.”

“Watching people play guitar is incredible, I agree, but playing is a lot more fun, love,” I moved so that I was behind her, she positioned herself so she was comfortable to play.

“Where do I start?”

“Do you want to learn a song, or music theory?”

“Uh, maybe a song. Specifically the song ‘Wasted’, maybe.”

“Of course!” I put my hand on the fretboard, “Alright, so first it’s 2 open strings on the low E string.”

“Which one is the low E string?”

“The one closest to you,”

“Oh! Thanks!” She played two open strings.

“Great! Now a 7 on the next string.”

“Here?” She pointed to the 7th fret on the A string.

“Yup,” She played it. It took about half an hour to get the intro to the song up to speed, but she did it and she was good at it. It was then that I realized that I was falling for her.

For years, I did nothing about it, I tried to ignore it. Then during our Pyromania tour, I realized I had to ask her to be my girlfriend. The first thing I did was ask Phil for advice.

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“y’realize i’m the last person anyone should ever turn to for advice,” he chuckled a bit, speaking lowly as he allowed me to enter his flat.

pyromania was set to be our biggest tour yet. as much anxiety as it brought, i knew that it also served as an exciting challenge, especially for us guitar players. and in between rehearsals, we found bits and bobs of time to catch up, tell each other what was on our minds.

but that girl… god. her presence was undeniable. i just couldn’t erase that image of her. not that i had any sort of history with falling for girls too quickly. typically i’d get too drunk to remember.

“so who’s the girl?” phil asked me when we’d both situated ourselves on the couch.

“girl,” i snickered, remembering the band he used to play in. “well… she fancied my guitar.”

“don’t they all,” he rolled his eyes.

“no, but it’s not just that,” i shook my head. “ah, this is gonna sound so cliché but… i’ve started to develop remote feelings for her. i’m just… y’know… nervous… if she’ll feel the same way. you feel me?”

“well, i don’t even bloody know what she looks like. you might as well tell me she was a fuckin’ model and i’d buy it.”

a smile spread through my lips, remembering what she did look like. depicting it in my mind felt like a dream, spurring a whirlwind of butterflies.

“brunette,” i recited from memory. “short-ish. shorter than you.”

“oh, shut it,” phil backhanded me.

“but she… she was into it. she dug the guitar. was into my drift. i wanna… i wanna play a song for her tonight but… but what?”

phil shrugged. “you’re steamin’ clark, you impress the ladies just by bein’ yerself.”

i looked up to the cracks in the ceiling, lost in thought.

phil looked up there too. “you think they’d put us in a better-budgeted place, huh.”

that’s when i got it.

“bringing on the heartbreak. that’s one of my favorites. i’ll play that for her. then i’ll teach it to her afterwards, when we’re back in the flats…” and that’s when i would make my move.

“mate,” phil shook his head and rested a hand on my shoulder, gripping semi-firm to capture my attention, “play something she’ll instantly recognize, y’know, a crowd favorite.”

“but, but ‘heartbreak’ *is* a crowd favorite,” i shot back. “besides, she’s a regular. she’s got our discography committed to memory.”

“verbatim?” phil scoffed, folding his arms.

“for the most part, yeah,” i smiled fondly, as i was indeed impressed.

and she was beginning to pick up her guitar like mad, knew all the licks, knew how to properly bruise up her fingertips while playing. “givin’ me a run for my money, are’ye,” i’d joked to her once.

still, she was comfortable being with me, and i felt the same.

so i figured, tonight, might as well get it over with. now or never.

right before the show started, a few nights later, phil and i got to talking, after i’d pulled him aside. i was still nervous about how everything was slated to go down. i told her to stay up towards the front, that security would keep her comfortable, but in a nice, close proximity view to where i’d be running around like a gazelle on steroids.

that night, we played to a sellout crowd, which was entirely expected. but the whole time, while my hands were fixated on my strings, my eyes were fixated on her. spotlight raining down on her, cascading her body in a flood of brightness.

it was quite a sight. i was so in awe, even breathing out inaudibly, which actually helped my heart rate, in the long run.

i guess there was more than one plus to having her in my corner.

after the show, she came and met me backstage, where is sweaty freaks had towels slung around us, sauntering around the room like we were drunk animals.

she threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek. i guess now was the time to make it official. but what i needed to know was… was she ready?

“you liked our show tonight?” i asked her, and she nodded.

“yes, very! i especially liked heartbreak, how did you know that was my favorite song?”

i chuckled nervously, “i… i didn’t. wanted to shout you out, but coukdnt bring myself to. was too nervous.” suddenly i felt my cheeks turn hot, the dismal lighting not strong enough to mask the red glow suddenly appearing all over my face. “would you… would you like me to show you how to play it? do you mind?”

she put a hand up to her mouth and giggled slightly. “oh, absolutely! you’re the best teacher, after all.”

“then let’s go then.” i put an arm around her and together we walked off to the flat where i was staying.

and it went exactly how i’d shown her how to play countless other riffs. low lighting, gentle atmosphere, away from all the noise… just how i liked it. what only felt right, and fitting, for me to pop the question…

and of course, she instantly said yes, throwing her arms around me in an overly-enthusiastic state. maybe it was leftover from the high of the night. but otherwise, i felt refreshed, knowing just how much this all meant to her. how i meant to her.

after all, it wasn’t that hard to fall in love with a cheeky riff master.

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Under The Light Of A Thousand Stars {Joe Elliott x Reader}

I wrote this with @defleppardfan1! I hope y'all enjoy it <33

When Joe told me that there was an event he had to attend and he wanted me to accompany him, I didn’t expect it to be a dance. Joe and I had only been dating for a short time and when he asked me to come with him, I was more than happy to oblige.

As we walked into the hall where the dance was being held I took note of my surroundings. There were fairy lights across the ceiling causing a night sky effect. The rest of the decor was simple but sophisticated, plain white table cloths with minimal decorations. The music was upbeat and there were a lot of people dancing in the middle of the room. As I looked around me, my eyes glanced up at the man holding my hand.

Joe looked dashing in his suit. His red shirt matched the red dress that I was wearing. It was only buttoned halfway, showing off his chest and the necklace that he had decided to wear instead of a tie. Whilst he had done his hair nicely, it wasn’t far from the usual style that he sported which made him all the more endearing to me.

“Joe, Y/N over here.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Phil’s voice calling us over. Flashing him a smile, Joe tightened his grip on my hand as we walked towards the group of Leppards with their dates.

“And how are we all this evening?” Joe laughed once we reached the group. They all answered at the same time, causing a collective noise. I let out a giggle as I watched them all. Taking a seat at the table next to Joe, I noticed the group of people dancing in the middle of the floor started to thin out as many couples went and sat down.

Following my gaze, the man next to me spoke up. “Shall we?” Joe offered me his hand and from the corner of my eye, I saw his bandmates do the same for their dates. With a shy smile, I grabbed his hand and allowed him to gently pull me up from my seat. Walking as closely as I could to Joe, I tried not to allow the nerves to take over as we made our way to the dance floor just as a slower song came on.

Joe pulled me close and he placed his hands on my waist as I hooked my arm around his neck. I could feel Joe’s breath on my face as we started to sway to The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. I got lost in his sea green eyes as I found myself falling into a rhythm with him. At that moment it didn’t matter that we both had two left feet, it was like there was no one else but us in the room. Joe leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, causing me to let out a small sigh.

When the song finished, Joe and I carried on dancing, not caring about anyone around us. The two of us were just lost in our own little world. Eventually, the dance floor started to fill up again.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Joe asked me as he brushed his fingertips against my cheek. Moving my hand to grasp his, the two of us made our way to the garden.

I held Joe’s hand as he led me outside of the building. It was dark out, but there were multiple lanterns along the stone path we were walking on. The light from those lanterns lit up Joe’s face in such a way that made him look like an angel. And the night sky was absolutely gorgeous, it was full of stars. Joe and I weren’t dancers so we decided to leave the slow dance and hang out outside. We walked along the path hand in hand with the little breeze flowing through our hair. It wasn’t cold, it was warm, it was a really nice night for a day in October. 

At the end of the path, there was a gazebo-like structure, with vines snaking around each pole and lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the structure. There was a table with a vase full of roses and gray metal chairs surrounding the table. I looked at Joe and raised an eyebrow thinking he planned it, but he just raised his shoulders and shrugged. I smiled in response and sat on one of the chairs, Joe did the same. 

“Do you think it was rude to just leave like that?” I asked.

“Nah, plus neither of us really know how to slow dance,” Joe responded.

“I guess so,” I turned toward the building because you could still hear the music playing, Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love could be heard from the speakers. 

“Led Zeppelin is amazing, dontcha think?” Joe asked suddenly, causing me to turn my head away from the music playing. 

“They are amazing.” I agreed. I stood up and  turned back to the building, but I didn’t move from where I was standing and sang along. After about a minute or so, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Joe rested his head on my shoulder. I turned towards him, “You’re beautiful,” he looked up into my eyes, “Ya think so?” 

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” I replied.

“Well, babe,” He lifted his head up from my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him, “You’re gorgeous.” He said it in such a way that made me melt. I grabbed his hand, “Come Joe,” he followed.

“Where exactly are we going?” We didn’t go far, we just went to a lonely tree in a small field, “.... What are we doing here?” 

“The stars,” I turned to him, “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

“Not as beautiful as you, that's for sure,” He beamed at me and then went to sit against the tree. I followed close behind and sat with my back against his chest, his arms went around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder again. 

“I’d give anything to stay like this forever,” Joe moved the strap of my red dress a little further down my shoulder and then Joe kissed the area where the strap was. I turned my head toward his and used my own hand to lift his head up. And just like that we kissed under the light of a thousand stars.

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Because The Night Belongs To Lovers (Steve Clark x Reader)

a/n: sorry not sorry :P it's short though

It was late November in 1985, Steve and I were in London for a trip, just the two of us. It was pretty cold though, so Steve and I spent most of our time in the hotel room.

As night fell, and the street lights light up the city, Steve and I ran back to the hotel after spending a few hours in the closest pub. He and I were definitely giggling like little girls, but that smile never left his face.

"Y'look gorgeous tonight," Steve said for the millionth time that night, right as we entered our hotel.

"Hmm," I turned to him, "So do you." Then, our lips met for a light kiss. I grabbed his hand and led him to the elevator. We waited a while for it to show up.

"There it is!" Steve pointed out. We both walked into the elevator at the same time. There were quite a few people in it.

"What floor?" Asked a man.

"Oh, uh, 8." I responded. Steve and I remained close, we both sort of disliked large groups of people.

When we finally made it to floor eight, Steve lead me to the room. I pulled out the keys and opened the door to our small hotel room. It only had one bed, for the two of us.

As soon as we got inside, we undressed. I stripped down to my bras and panties, while Steve stripped to his boxers. We climbed into bed, I faced him and he faced me, his arms were already holding me close. For a few moments, we looked into each others eyes.

"Did I mention that y'look gorgeous?" Steve said again.

"I don't know, did'ya?" We both laughed.

Then, I heard Steve sigh, "y/n/n, would you marry me?" I was a little shocked from the question. Then, I smiled.

"Yes! Yes, I would loved to marry you!" He grinned back as we kissed once again.

Steve hummed, "I don't have a ring though,"

"We don't need no ring, babe."

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[littlemissheavenonearth]

GUYS!

I think I can finally start writing fics again!!! I’ll finish the next three chapters of the Dancer And The Rockstar (fr this time) and then I’ll get to other fic requests that I have.

also I’ve decided that I won’t be writing smut fics, I’m just slightly uncomfortable with it!

[littlemissheavenonearth]

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write? 🧪 Do you research for your fics? 👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

🦋: not a character but Joe Elliott lol

🧪: No, I just write what I know

👑: both, it depends on my mood 🙃

[littlemissheavenonearth]

Welcome to my blog!

Hello and welcome to my blog! The names Ryder, Rocksy Ryder. You must be here because you love anything related to Def Leppard and rock n’ roll, right? Well, if ya ain’t here for that and you’re just here to hate, leave. My besties and I are here enjoying ourselves, go find something else to do 🙂

Anyway, this is my main blog where I post all things related to Def Leppard and rock n’ roll, as I said before. I’ve got 5 side blogs:

@martymyangel - Dedicated to the one and only Michael J. Fox

@imizzystradlin - rp account for Izzy Stradlin

@joeelliottofficial - rp account for Joe Elliott

@therealj1mmyp4g3 - rp account for Jimmy Page

@vox-cinemas - rp and fanpage for Vox and Hazbin Hotel

I got a few rules:

Please be kind, you got no reason to be rude

Respect what others love

Treat others the way you wanna be treated or more specifically, how they want to be treated

Most importantly: Have fun my loves!!

Here are a few things I love to do:

Draw

Play bass

Play guitar (I’m saving up for a Gibson Les Paul Custom with 3 pickups)

Listening to music

And writing! (Read some of my fics below)

This is the song where my url comes from:

If you have any of these app’s please follow me:

instagram: @/_rocknrollprincess_

Wattpad: @/Queen_RockNRoll

Pinterest: @/rocksyryder

My favorite bands are:

Guns N' Roses

Motley Crue

Def Leppard

Queen

Nirvana

Poison

Cinderella

Led Zeppelin

Etc.

Here is my master list!

*Requests are currently closed :)

I write for:

Guns N' Roses

Def Leppard

Motley Crue

Queen

Joe Elliott:

Series:

The Dancer and the Rockstar; masterlist

One-shots:

Under The Light Of A Thousand Stars {In collaboration with @defleppardfan1}

Let It Go (Smut)

You're Mine (Request by @moon-fashioned1970)

Unbreakable (Request by @defleppardfan1)

Love Don't Lie {In Collaboration with @elliotts-personal-property}

We Belong (Request by @elliotts-personal-property) coming soon :)

Steve Clark:

I Need You Here (Request by @stevesorgasmicriffs)

A Match Made In Heaven (Request by @jimmysdragonsuit13)

A Dance With Danger

Because The Night Belongs to Lovers

Vivian Campbell:

Beach Day (Request by @leppardcampbelllove)

Incorrect Quotes:

Part 1,Part 2,Part 3

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Hi bestie

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

😱What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?

🤩 There’s not necessarily one specifically but I love when people say that I’ve done it again because it shows me that they enjoy all of my fics

🦉Just all the amazing authors on here

😱Probably of someone was to hate on my fic. Or if someone I know irl was to find out. I’m not embarrassed necessarily but I don’t like people I know reading what I write

Thank you so much Rocksy 💖💖💖