#Steve Clark fanfic

[dreamy625]

Bubble - drabble

A drabble inspired by @bludgeon-riffola's story, Tenderness

Steve hummed softly to himself as he watched the bathtub fill. He'd been looking forward to this all day - playing three nights in a row was always brutal and his back and knees were killing him. Now the final touch… he upended the purple bottle over the bath, but only a few drops of viscous liquid dribbled out, creating one single solitary bubble. Damn, he could have sworn it was at least half full a couple of days ago, so how…? Sav, that cheeky sod! Again! Ah well, some of his roommate’s fancy shampoo would probably do just as well…

[make-me-your-animal]

Morning doves

steve clark fluff fic

Warnings: There's not even swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character

inspo: friday (1995)

18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.

the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!

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the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.

“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.

he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.

“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”

“we’re good!”

you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.

“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”

he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?

“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.

to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.

you stammered to save your asses.

“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”

the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.

later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.

the message read:

you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.

baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:

i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?

don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.

•••

it’s driving me fucking crazy.

it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.

“oh…” you started.

“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.

we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.

“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.

•••

let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)

•••

you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.

you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.

a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?

[dio-icarticaae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Superman - All Media Types, Superman (Comics), Steel (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, John Henry Irons/Clark Kent, Natasha Irons/Kara Zor El, Kon El | Conner Kent & Natasha Irons, Kon-El | Conner Kent & Kara Zor-El, Clark Kent & Kara Zor-El, Miles Duncan/John Henry Irons, John Henry Irons/Clark Kent/Lois Lane Characters: Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Natasha Irons, Kara Zor-El, Miles Duncan, Perry White, Ron Troupe, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Lois Lane, Steve Lombard, Lex Luthor, Bibbo Bibbowski, John Henry Irons, Lori Lemaris Additional Tags: Social Media, POV Outsider, Twitter, Superfamily (DCU), Humor, Texting, Daily Planet (DCU) Summary:

lizard @izziead hey has anyone else looked at Superman’s twitter acct recently? Cause it’s a bit weird REPLYING TO @izziead: june @jjamie wdym all Supes does on his account is retweet PSAs and JL announcements his account is sooo boring. REPLYING TO @jjamie: fabulous @shintstir Is this boring to you? [image ID: screenshot of superman liking a tweet saying “ACAB”] REPLYING TO @shintstir: june @jjamie WHAT?!?

Or: Clark forgets which account he's using. Oops.

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Pineapple Breath & Onion Boy (Read on ao3)

wc: 1.2k | Rated: T for Flirtatious Banter/Suggestive Language | cw: Mild reference to Period-Typical Homophobia (if you squint - Eddie is just conscious about being affectionate with Steve in a public space), Food Mention, Inferred Smoking (Eddie is playing with a lighter)

Tags: Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Pizza, Contemplating the Future, Side Clarkson, Pet Names, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Domestic Fluff, Lightest Angst in the first half

Note: Working on my drabble yesterday had me rudely confronting myself with a Drafts. Buuut it gave me the motivation to come back to this one! Yay writing!

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Eddie leans back on one of the faded red plastic chairs outside Gino’s Pizzeria and flicks his cigarette lighter.

He then turns it off, then back on again. Then off again… Anything to distract himself from the desperate grumbling in his belly – a feeling that has grown painful now that he can smell pepperoni wafting outside.

The chair gives a warning wobble beneath him, the back legs of the thing holding his weight as he looks up at Steve, who looks all cozy in his cream-coloured corded sweater and maroon jacket. Even if he is standing there with his arms folded and a frown knitting his brows as he looks on down Main Street.

Wayne and Scott had disappeared in that direction a few minutes ago, trekking down the block to fetch their Chinese takeout, while Eddie and Steve waited for their pizzas.

Pizzas plural. Because Eddie refuses to partake in Steve’s new and frankly, disgusting preference for pineapple.

It has been their little quartet’s Friday Night routine for a couple of months now and Eddie thinks he must end up looking the same each and every time: staring up at his boyfriend. Steve looks pretty as a picture as his eyes glisten under the streetlight and his breath puffs out in a feint cloud in the crisp night air.

He looks a dream, really.

Not that he ever looks anything less, thank you very much!

Eddie knows Steve is lost in some thought, the kind that pinches his brows together and downturns his mouth into a mindless pout rather than one that is truly grumpy.

At least Eddie thinks it’s all that before Steve sucks in a breath and sighs, deep and wistful as his beautiful hazel eyes grow bigger.

That look makes Eddie tip forward in his chair with a sharp snap. He shoves his lighter back into the breast pocket of his leather jacket, frowning himself now as he tilts his head to the side, hoping to catch his boyfriend’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

He is met with silence for a moment before Steve gives a soft and wistful sigh.

“You think when we’re old, we’ll be like Wayne and Scott?” Steve asks, still looking down the street.

“Jesus Christ, no!” Eddie scoffs, “I don’t plan on gettin’ old.”

Steve whips around and looks down at him with an even deeper frown and, yep – that’s a Worried Pout.

“What?” he near whimpers.

Eddie jumps up, groaning a little as his back pangs with deep regret over him tilting back on that stupid rickety chair. He waves a hand nonchalantly.

But Steve doesn’t budge. He looks hurt.

Eddie steps into his personal space and offers a small smile - one that he knows will showcase his dimples and make Steve melt like mozzarella cheese.

“Y’know what I mean,” he clarifies, “I do not intend to become some old fart, whose idea of a good time is going on a fishing trip while his boyfriend collects frogs.”

Steve somehow tightens the fold of his arms as he looks him over.

“Eddie, you like looking for frogs,” he retorts, his brows easing up a little, “Anyway, don’t you think they’re cute?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Oh, here we go.”

“I mean it,” Steve defends, “Scott gets home from school and putters about for a while. Then, he finishes up some work exactly one hour before Wayne walks in the door. And then, they go about deciding on their takeout order – even though they always get the same thing! And when we get home, they’ll eat in front of the television, Wayne will clean up and then they watch the TV until Wayne starts to doze off and they go to bed.”

He finishes up with a sigh and looks back down Main Street again, appearing a little sheepish now as if he got a little too carried away with his longing there for a moment. It’s a look that tightens something in Eddie’s chest – one that makes him step even closer.

Or at least as close as he should get to his boyfriend out on the main thoroughfare of Hawkins.

He sucks in a breath and looks ahead too, wanting to kiss that look off Steve’s face.

But for the moment, he settles for a bump to the shoulder.

“We’re gonna be all that one day, aren’t we?” he says just above a whisper.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, upbeat but nonetheless quiet.

Eddie leans in, “Follow me, sugar.”

He tugs on Steve’s jacket sleeve and promptly spins on his heel to disappear around the corner of the building. The dumpsters behind the local pizza shop aren’t the most romantic of settings – but sue him for having a Rolodex of potential public makeout spots at the ready.

Eddie can feel Steve’s warm breath on his neck as they reach the far end of the building, sending a shiver down his spine. He turns to lean against the wall and palms around for any part of Steve to come along with him.

Steve crowds him against the building and as soon as he pushes them flush together, Eddie becomes all too aware of how whisps of his hair stick to the cool brick behind him. He gasps.

“Oh, no! What if I lose my hair!” he shrieks.

Steve grumbles, insulted, “What if I lose my hair?”

“Wha-cha – Stevie!” Eddie splutters, “My hair is just as important as yours!”

Steve smirks and reaches for his hairline, brushing back his bangs. He scrunches his nose.

“Hmm,” he hums with closer inspection, “It’s looking okay… for now.”

Eddie hisses at him.

“Get your damn dirty paws off-a me,” he grouses. Eddie flicks his bangs back into place with an exaggerated hmfph before he straightens up and snakes his arms around Steve’s middle, pulling him tighter still, “Steve, I promise as I stand here before you, behind the hallowed halls of Gino’s Pizzeria – ”

“ – Eddie, the owner’s name is Frank.”

“Fine! Frank – he of bountiful cheese and delicious tomato sauce. I do declare that I will still love you, even if I turn into a balding old grump with a permanent frown and bad knees.”

“And will you still love me if I become a middle school teacher, all chipper and cheery?”

“Meh, that wouldn’t be so bad,” Eddie shrugs.

“What if I grew a moustache?” Steve grins.

“That’s taking it too far!” Eddie practically shouts, squeezing the air out of his boyfriend in the process.

Steve gives a wheezing giggle as he runs his thumb and index finger over the soft stubble he has above his plush top lip. Eddie captures the mocking digits in his own hand and bites down, earning a wicked whine.

Steve shivers and gives a warning, “Edward…”

“Now,” Eddie begins, lowering the register of his voice, “Ravish me!”

Steve leans forward and presses the most chaste of kisses to the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll ravish you later,” he pulls back and winks.

But Eddie recoils, nearly knocking his head back against the pizzeria’s brick wall.

“When you have pineapple breath?” he spits with a dramatic grimace.

“Says you, Onion Boy.”

“Fine,” Eddie relents, “We’re both stinky.”

The rusty bell of the pizza shop’s front door sounds and Eddie is sure Wayne and Scott have already made it back, always more efficient in calling ahead with their own takeout order.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Steve smiles, lacing their fingers together.

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[dreamy625]

Contrary to popular opinion - ficlet

I wrote something silly

Words: 1381

Content: Little bit of swearing

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“So we’re really going to do this then?”

“We agreed it’s time, didn't we? But we don’t have to, if you’re getting cold feet?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been nearly two years, we can’t keep hiding it. I just worry how they’re going to react.”

“They’re our mates and they love us. Well, sort of. They might be shocked at first, but I think they’ll be okay with it once they get used to the idea. And if they aren’t, well, fuck ‘em!”

“Yeah, fuck ‘em!” echoed Steve, with more resolve than he really felt. 

“Ready?”

Steve nodded and reached out his hand to grasp Phil’s. 

“Here we go then.” With his other hand, Phil pushed open the door to the Rec room and greeted the rest of the band. “Morning, everyone!”

There was a chorus of ‘morning’s and ‘how do’s from the various band members and techs scattered around the room, and an unintelligible grunt from Sav, who hadn’t had enough coffee to form actual words yet, but, engrossed in newspapers and the morning mail, no one looked up. 

“How are we doing this fine day?” he continued, hoping to draw at least some eyes towards them.

Joe looked from the football scores to the window and then to the two guitarists. “It’s raining?”

“Err, that is a fine day in Holland, need the rain to fill up the canals!”

Joe frowned but decided it wasn’t worth questioning the logic of this and just went back to his paper.

Phil steered them in a circuitous route around the room, stopping to greet Rick.

“Morning lads.” The drummer looked up. “Nice shirt, Steve.”

“Thanks, it’s new.”

Impatient, Phil prompted, “Notice anything else?”

Rick squinted at the two of them. “You got your hair cut?” he hazarded.

“Oh never mind.” Phil gave up, dragging Steve away to the breakfast buffet.

“The doughnuts are good today!” Rick called after them.

“It’s not working,” puzzled Phil as they busied themselves pouring tea and choosing pastries, “maybe we’re being too subtle?”

“I’ve got an idea…”

Steve started rattling crockery until at least a few of the people scattered around the room looked vaguely in their direction, and then pounced on the other man with what looked like it was going to be a giant sloppy kiss, but ended up more of an awkward peck with their noses bumping. Other than Sav rolling his eyes, there was no reaction. When Phil blinked and recovered from the inept surprise attack, Steve’s expression was a pained cringe. Phil grabbed his shoulder and almost pushed him out of the door into the corridor and away from the audience.

“What was that? Even I didn’t believe that!” 

“I know, sorry, I got nervous at the last second.”

“Well it was a good thought, but no one batted an eyelid. At this rate we're going to have to screw on the mixing desk before anyone notices anything.” 

“That seems a bit extreme. Not to mention uncomfortable.”

“So we need a different approach. Something a bit more obvious.” 

“How about we start referring to each other as boyfriends?” 

“That might work. And we could call each other darling?”

“But we don't even do that in private?” 

“Well I can't call you my actual name for you now can I, Bunny?”

“No, please no.”

“See, that’s why it suits you so well, because you’re so cute.” He reached up and booped the blushing man’s nose.

“Shuddup,” Steve muttered, but he couldn’t hide a pleased little smile.

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Back in the lounge, Sav turned to Joe with an observation. “Is it just me, or are those two even weirder than usual today?”

“The snogging you mean?”

“No, they’re always doing that. The muttering in corners. I think they’re up to something.”

“Plotting more of their shenanigans probably. Remember the day they spoke in Spanish accents?”

“And that time they tried to do everything backwards and Steve fell down the stairs; and when they pretended to be each other for an entire week.”

Joe shuddered. “The sight of Phil trying to fit in Steve’s jeans will haunt me for life!”

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During lunch Phil asked for ‘water, for my boyfriend’, ‘ketchup, for my boyfriend’, ‘extra napkins, for my BOYFRIEND’ and so many other things that the exasperated waitress eventually just brought him a tray of condiments and cutlery, and on the journey back to the studio, Steve sat on Phil’s lap, even though there were enough seats for everyone. But still no one commented, or even acted like their behaviour was the least bit unusual. That evening, back in the room that was ostensibly Phil’s, though in fact they shared it, they reconsidered their strategy.

“There’s nothing else for it, we're going to have to actually tell people.”

“You do it, you’re better at words.”

“But you’ve known them longer.”

“That’s why they’ll be shocked. But everyone knows you’ll shag anything with a pulse, so they won’t be that surprised you’re shagging me!”

“Cheeky!” exclaimed Phil with mock offence, poking him in the ribs. Then he turned serious. “You know it’s not just that, right?”

“I know. I don’t understand why you’d pick me, but you did, so…” He shrugged.

“You are ridiculous.” Phil threw an arm round the other man’s shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him on the forehead. “I love you, you pillock. And tomorrow we’ll tell everyone and then I won’t have to pretend not to any more.”

“That’ll be nice,” murmured Steve, settling into his embrace. 

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The time they chose for the big announcement was the end of the day when everyone, Mutt included, was hanging around the studio listening to the tracks they’d put down that day. They’d been twitchy about it all day, but the somewhat anticlimactic response to Phil’s stammered ‘Me and Steve, we’re… well… we’re together’ was neither the outrage and derision they’d feared, nor the happiness and congratulations they’d hoped for. It was laughter.

“See, I told you they were up to something,” crowed Sav.

“Gotta give it to you, lads, this is real commitment to the bit,” added Mutt.

“No, really,” protested Phil, “we are a couple. Partners, boyfriends…”

“We’re in love,” declared Steve, flushing pink. 

“Nah, you’re pulling my leg.”

Phil resorted to desperate measures, grabbing Steve round the neck and giving him a passionate kiss, squeezing his arse for added effect. 

“Would we do that if we weren't a couple?"

Joe and Sav looked at each other and nodded. “Yes?”

“Definitely,” confirmed Rick.

“You've always done that.”

“Well we've ALWAYS been a couple!” insisted Steve.

That revelation finally shocked everyone into considering it seriously.

“What do you mean always?”

“Err, since we were rehearsing for the Pyro tour. All that time together working out guitar parts. We sort of… grew on each other.”

“Then there was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a hotel room with a really big bathtub…”

“Phil! They do not need to know that!” He looked around the control room. “How did you never even suspect? Sav, you’ve stayed at our flat in Paris - didn't you wonder why we’ve only got one bedroom? And Mutt, you noticed our matching necklaces. And everyone always comments that we spend all our time together.” 

Rick shrugged. “We just thought you were best mates; like Joe and Sav, they're always together.”

“Hmm, maybe there's something they need to tell us too?” mused Phil.

“FUCK NO!” Joe and Sav hollered in unison, leaping six feet apart.

“No offence, mate.”

“None taken. You’re a fine figure of a man, but you’re not my type.”

Joe decided not to think about whether he was flattered by that remark and turned back to the newly-revealed couple. “You’re serious about this?”

“Totally…”

“Like a heart attack.”

“Then congratulations are in order.” Sav stepped forward and gave them both a back-slapping hug. “We should go get drinks to celebrate!”

Joe still looked a little concerned. “Are you gonna be doing that… smoochy stuff… all the time now then?”

“Maybe,” stated Phil defiantly.

“That might take a bit of getting used to, but, okay. Happy for you, mates.”

“Do we have to start playing disco now?” quipped Rick.

“We’re not GAY,” snorted Steve.

“We’re not?” Phil lifted their still-clasped hands.

“All right, we’re a bit gay. But we’re not that gay.”

[writing-with-syd]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐙𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭

[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer and The Rockstar Part 6 (Joe Elliott X Reader)

Part 6 is here 🫶

The band had made their way on stage and had gotten through about four of their songs. So far the show was incredible, Y/N watched Joe move around on stage as the rest of the band played the song. They always had to have some kind of dramatic ending. The riff to the fifth song started playing, which Y/N recognized as High N’ Dry. One of her favorites currently.

The crowd’s cheers were so loud they could easily be heard over the music. Y/N stepped a little closer to see the crowd, she noticed how all the girls screamed when Joe would do one of his usual sexy movements and how he would wink at them. It made her a bit jealous. The song ended, but the boys didn’t begin playing the next song, instead Joe put his mic back on the mic stand and he took a moment to look at the crowd. 

“How are we all feeling tonight?” Once again the crowd cheered.

“What? I can’t hear you!” This time the crowd roared louder.

“This next one that we have for you tonight, is a song I wrote a long time ago before Def Leppard was even an idea. I wrote it for a girl who believed in me from the day we met in 1964 all the way till now. This is for you, Y/N.” He turned to look at her with a smile as the intro began to fill the room. 

“Mirror Mirror just watching with your eye of glass,” He turned back to the crowd, “You’re just a wheel of fortune with something that I wanna ask”

“Mirror, mirror got my fate lyin' in your hands” .The music began to get slightly louder, “you're the fool, you're the juggler, hangman and lover, you're not like no other.” Was I really like no other? Y/N thought. When Joe sang the song for her earlier that day, she was certainly not expecting much, but its sound somehow had the ability to bring her back to the dance studio, back to when she would look at the young rockstar through the mirror. The band managed to make a song that sounded like her childhood, it was incredible. 

“Take a look into my eyes,” Sang the band and Joe, “Tell me what you see,” 

She smiled at the sight in front of her, the energy the band put into this song was amazing. They had put energy into the other songs they had performed earlier, but not as much as this song. Probably because Y/N was there. 

The solo began to fill the room and Joe walked towards Y/N. He towered over her with a smile on his face. She looked up at him, but she didn’t say a word. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed slowly. The solo slowly faded away and Joe moved the mic in front of his mouth as he began to sing once again, “You’re the fool, You’re the juggler.” He winked, “Hangman and lover, you’re like no other, so,” and then the chorus started again as Joe walked back out on stage, with his eyes on her and hers on him. 

The chorus played twice in the end and Joe turned back to the crowd for those two choruses. When the song slowly faded away in the background, Joe turned back to the dancer and both Sav and Steve smirked at each other. 

The band played about five songs before the show ended and it was incredible, it’s like each Leppard show that Y/N sees gets better each time. 

Rick and Sav came off stage first, “You boys did amazing!” 

“Thank you, love,” Sav grinned.

“Thanks,” Said Rick. Pete and Joe went out on the other side and Steve exited the stage from Y/N’s side as well. 

“Do you boys want to get a drink at the club nearby?” The boys nodded, well four of the boys did. Joe wasn’t even there. 

“Of course,” Said Steve, “Let me go find Joe and tell him.” 

Steve walked backstage assuming that Joe would be in his dressing room. When he arrived at the room, he saw that the door was closed, but there was a faint light coming from underneath the door. He lifted his fist to knock on the door.

“Joe, mate, you in there?” 

Joe did not respond, instead he just opened the door, “‘Ello Steve.” 

“Are you coming with us to the bar or..? “I don’t know,” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Joe sighed before opening his mouth to speak, “I’m nervous.” He stated.

“Are you now?” Steve said in a knowing tone, “Nervous about Y/N?” 

“Yes,” Joe put his face in his hands from embarrassment.

“Joe, you’re in love.”

“She’s the kindest, most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen, how can I not be?” Joe questioned.

“I bet you a million pounds she likes you too.” Steve claimed and motioned for Joe to follow him out of the venue. 

Y/N, Sav, Rick, and Pete began to leave the building to feel the cold breeze of the night in London. 

The club they walked in was small and old. It had a fancy, but slightly dirty carpet on the floor. The ceiling was low and there was very  little lighting in the place. There was only one person behind the bar counter and there were only about five other people sitting at the tables. It was surprising because usually at this time of day lots of people would be in places like these. 

The boys and the dancer sat at one of the more hidden tables, just so they could speak privately without fans. Leppard was still a small band, so their fan base had yet to grow.  Sav and Pete went to grab some drinks for the group and Y/N remained at the table with Rick. 

“So, Rick, how old are you?” 

“Uh, 17,” He responded.

“Wow,

“Yeah, I joined the band when I was 15,”

“You are an incredible drummer, love.” 

“Thank you.”  

The Sav and Pete made their way back to the table with the drinks and about three minutes later, Joe and Steve arrived. 

“Finally, you boys made it!” Pete said. 

“Yeah, sorry for getting here kinda late.” Steve sat next to Rick and Joe sat next to Y/N. Joe snuck a glance at the girl next to him, obviously when you like somebody you can’t help but glance over at them every now and then, Y/N glanced at him too. Surprisingly Y/N and Joe hadn’t interacted since the band played Mirror Mirror. It was a little strange. 

“It’s all good, man.” Sav smiled as he poured drinks for the boys.

“Cheers mates!” Said Joe as they all raised their glasses to celebrate another fantastic performance.

After a few drinks and stories y/n asked the boys, “Was that your first time playing Mirror Mirror for an audience?”

“Yes, it was in fact our first time playing it for an audience.” Rick responded as he drank his coke. 

“It was spectacular,” the dancer exclaimed. 

“You think so?” Joe finally said.

“Why wouldn’t I think so?” She looked into his eyes and suddenly he lost his entire train of thought, “I don’t know….”.

The entire room went quiet, every person that was in the bar just disappeared as Joe and Y/N appeared in their own little world. It was just the two of them. 

“Y/N,”

“Joe,”

“Would you be my girl?” Silence filled the room once again, “I get it if you’d never spea-” Y/N put her finger on his lips to shush him. 

“I would love to be your girl.” 

“Really?” Joe could stop himself from smiling, “are you sure?”

“Joe, I’ve never been more sure of anything in myself.” She leaned a little closer to him and allowed herself to kiss his lips, it startled Joe a bit, but then he relaxed, closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. 

When they pulled apart, they looked at each other once again. All those years ago, they were just best friends, did everyone around them know that they liked each other? Probably, but the important thing now is that they are together. 

The band paid the check and stood up. Joe and Y/N walked hand in hand to the door and then Steve walked up to Joe.

“Joe,” he turned to the blonde guitarist.

“Yes?” 

“You owe me a million pounds.” He grinned and went back to the other boys. 

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Uh Steve bet a million pounds that you liked me back and turns out he was right, and….” Joe chuckled. 

“And?” 

“I haven’t got a million pounds.” 

“I think you will. Just give it a few years.” 

“You think so?” 

“Of course, rockstar.” She winked. 

The band made it back to their tour bus and began getting ready for bed. Their next destination would be Heathrow Airport so that they could take the play to Paris, which is where their next show was. 

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[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

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

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

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

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

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

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

“Sav!!”

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

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

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

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

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷