#phil allen x reader

[muiitoloko]

I was thinking could you do another Phil Allen story, this time with a female character. I had an idea that his son’s girlfriend had a half sister and she comes over from the US to see her sister. She meets Phil because obviously her sister is dating his son. They get get to know each other and develop a connection, they embark on a secret relationship due to their fear of what his son and her sister’s reaction would be. They mainly meet up in her hotel room. Do what you want with that idea.

Title: Dirty little Secret

Summary: You knew this was worth it.

Pairing: Phil Allen (Blow Dry) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved your idea for Phil! It's such a juicy premise with plenty of potential for drama and intrigue. I've crafted a one-shot based on your concept, and I can't wait for you to read it! I hope you enjoy the story—I put my heart and soul into it. Let me know what you think!

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As you lazily caress Phil's chest, your mind drifts to the complicated web of emotions that entangled the two of you in a forbidden love affair. You're tired of hiding your affection for Phil, tired of sneaking around like teenagers trying to avoid getting caught. But Phil's reluctance to make your relationship public weighs heavily on your heart, reminding you of the countless obstacles that stand in the way of your love.

Being Christina Robertson's half-sister only adds fuel to the fire, as you come from the lineage of Phil's rival, Raymond Robertson. The tension between your families is palpable, a constant reminder of the divide that separates you from Phil.

The fact that you're also his son's sister-in-law from Phil's son, Brian Allen, makes your situation even more precarious. Brian's relationship with Christina only adds another layer of complexity to the mix, as your very existence threatens to unravel the delicate balance of their romance.

Despite all the odds stacked against you, neither you nor Phil can resist the magnetic pull that draws you together. From the moment you met, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, a spark that ignited a flame of passion that refuses to be extinguished.

And so, here you are, stealing moments of intimacy in the confines of your hotel room, the only place where you can truly be yourselves without fear of judgment or reprisal. It's not the ideal situation, but for now, it's enough to sustain you, enough to keep the flame of your love burning bright in the darkness.

But as you lie there with Phil, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you can keep up this charade. How much longer can you live in the shadows, denying yourselves the chance to be together openly and without shame?

With a sigh, you bury your face in Phil's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne as you cling to him desperately. You know that the road ahead won't be easy, that there will be countless obstacles and challenges to overcome. But as long as you have each other, you're willing to face whatever comes your way, together.

When Phil gently tugs on your hair, turning so he's above you, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft moan, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he leans in to kiss your lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. His lips are soft yet demanding, claiming you as his own with each passionate kiss, his tongue tracing lazy circles against yours as he explores every inch of your mouth with a fervor that leaves you dizzy with desire.

But as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck, your mind reels with the knowledge that this forbidden love affair could spell disaster for both of you. The thought of being caught in the throes of passion with Phil fills you with a heady mix of excitement and fear, your heart racing in your chest as you cling to him desperately, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws you together.

His tongue flicks out to tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body as he sucks and nibbles on each one with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath.

You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he takes you in his mouth, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your hardened peaks as he worships your body with a devotion that leaves you trembling with desire. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your hands tangling in his hair as you urge him to take more of you into his mouth.

With a low growl of desire, Phil complies, his mouth closing around your nipple with a fierce intensity that leaves you gasping for air. He sucks and nibbles on your sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer tugs, each movement driving you closer to the edge of oblivion as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

And as Phil's erection pressed against your thigh, a surge of excitement rippled through your body, your fingers tingling with anticipation as you reached between the two of you to grasp his throbbing member. With a soft moan, Phil released your nipple from his mouth, his gaze locking with yours as he watched you stroke his cock with practiced ease.

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt your hand wrap around him, your fingers trailing over the rough but well-trimmed pubic hair that framed his length. Phil took pride in his grooming habits, always meticulous in his attention to detail, especially when it came to his appearance below the belt.

With a grunt of frustration, Phil pulls your hand away from his throbbing cock, his desire evident in the way he grips your wrist tightly, his eyes smoldering with need as he gazes down at you. "I like your touch, darling," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But I need more than just that. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy, to feel you clenching around me as I fuck you senseless. Feel your taste on my tongue."

You whimper in response, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment as you watch Phil lower his head between your spread thighs. His fingers part your lower lips with practiced ease, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive clit as he explores every inch of your pussy with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

You cling to his hair desperately, your hips arching off the bed as you chase the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your skin. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching in your throat as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

But just as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, Phil pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal as he gazes down at you with a devilish grin.

"Sorry, darling," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I can't have you ruining my hairstyle."

You roll your eyes in amusement at his antics, unable to resist teasing him in return. "Oh, please," you retort, your voice laced with mock indignation. "Your hairstyle was ruined the moment you woke up this morning."

Phil feigns a disappointed sigh, his hand pressed dramatically against his chest as he gazes up at the ceiling in mock despair. "Oh, the cruelty of fate," he laments, his voice thick with sarcasm. "To be blessed with such natural beauty, only to have it marred by a simple touch."

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics, the tension between you dissipating in the face of his playful banter. With a playful swat to his shoulder, you pull him back down to you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss as you lose yourselves once more in the heat of the moment.

With a low growl of desire, Phil's lips find yours once more, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he claims you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his naked body as you revel in the exquisite sensation of his skin against yours.

But just as the heat between you threatens to consume you both, Phil pulls away with a reluctant groan, his eyes smoldering with desire as he mumbles something about getting a condom. You nod eagerly in response, your heart racing with anticipation as you watch him disappear into the bathroom.

Alone in the dimly lit room, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what's to come. The anticipation coils in your belly, aching to be released as you wait for Phil to return to you, his cock hard and ready to claim you once more.

And when he finally emerges from the bathroom, a condom in hand, you can feel your pulse quicken with desire at the sight of him. His body is a masterpiece, every line and curve a testament to his raw masculinity as he stalks towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Phil crawls back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs. His cock is thick and swollen, glistening with pre-cum as he rolls the condom onto his length with practiced ease.

You watch with rapt fascination as he sheaths himself, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins at the thought of him filling you completely. With a low growl of desire, Phil leans down to claim your lips once more, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

And then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the hilt as you cry out in pleasure. Your walls clench around him, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Phil drives you closer to the edge of oblivion, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire as you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment.

As the pleasure washed over you, your mind couldn't help but drift back to the tangled web of secrecy that surrounded your relationship with Phil. Despite the intensity of your connection, the thought of being his secret weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the ecstasy of the moment.

"Phil," you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to him desperately. "When are you going to tell Brian about us?"

Phil paused mid-thrust, his movements slowing as he processed your question. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

But then, with a sardonic chuckle, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked down at you. "Gee, darling," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must be really bad at fucking if that's what you're thinking about at a time like this."

You scolded him with a playful swat to his chest, your voice laced with annoyance as you chastised him for his flippant response. "That's not what I meant, Phil," you insisted, your tone firm with resolve. "I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I want us to be able to be together openly, without having to hide like teenagers sneaking around behind closed doors."

But Phil ignored your protest, his movements becoming slow and deliberate as he continued to fuck you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered words of affection in your ear. "But you love it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "To be my dirty little secret, to have me sneaking into your hotel room and fucking you on this fancy mattress before I have to sneak out again like some kind of forbidden lover."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words, the thrill of secrecy adding an intoxicating edge to your passion as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. With a soft moan, you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely as you lost yourself in the heat of his touch.

"God, Phil," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you clung to him desperately. "Fuck me harder, make me yours completely. I want everyone to know that you're mine, that we belong together no matter what."

With a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes, Phil held your hips firmly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heat of his body pressed against yours as he intensified his thrusts. The headboard rattled against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing the rhythm of your shameless moans as you called out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice filled with raw desire as he buried himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots with each delicious thrust. "Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder!"

Phil's lips curled into a wicked grin as he obliged your request, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. He knew just how to push you to the brink of ecstasy, his cock driving into you with a primal intensity that left you trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You like it rough, don't you? You like it when I fuck you senseless, when I make you scream my name until you can't think straight."

You nodded eagerly in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you completely. With each thrust, you felt yourself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion, your body teetering on the brink of ecstasy as Phil drove you to new heights of pleasure with each powerful stroke.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Phil trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it with a ferocity that left you gasping for air. The combination of his relentless thrusts and the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

Phil's only response was a low growl of desire as he redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom with a primal roar of ecstasy.

As you tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion, your body convulsing in the throes of orgasm, you knew that this forbidden love affair was worth every moment of secrecy and shame. In Phil's arms, you had found a passion that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame, and as you clung to him desperately, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

[mikyapixie]

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[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]!!

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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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🩷🩷

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have done in the past.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah okay. And thank you for today.”

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

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

*

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

[rickmandowneyjr]

hiii <3 could i request phil allen x reader with phil giving reader a calm haircut after reader comes home from a stressful day? with phil’s cute snarky jokes and fluffff :)) it’s not one of alan’s more popular characters but if you have seen blow dry i think it would be super cute! if not that’s perfectly okay!! i hope you have a great day <33

Cutting Loose

Fluff

Pairing: Phil Allen x Reader

Warning: suggestive comments (not explicit, though)

Word count: 1604

A/N: I actually started this the same day I got it because I had seen Blow Dry that same week and was really excited to write Phil (cause ugh that mine is so fine) but then I needed some time to figure him out. The movie doesn't define his personality too much. So, I finally thought of how to write him and here's my take. Hope you like it, nonnie :)

Also, you can really tell that I nearly went in a smutty direction a couple of times but then I was like, "No... fluff. You're writing fluff." lol.

The bell that furnished the door to the shop rang with a piercing sound, followed by a loud slam. Heavy footsteps against the wooden floorboards, and then a soft thud were heard, which he assumed to be his lovely girlfriend dropping herself on the sofa.

It sounded like you'd had a tiring day so he approached slowly and carefully. Making light footfalls as he walked out to your living room, he peeped through the doorway before entering. Sure enough, you were on the tiny sofa in the room, the piece of furniture cradling your body as you curled up in it. Your head turned in his direction as he walked towards you, the cute little frown on your face fading as you saw him.

"Rough day?" he asked, crouching down next to the couch.

You hummed as you stretched your arms out, asking for a hug. Instead, he grabbed your hands and pulled you up, hoisting you to your feet. You raised an eyebrow in question as he smiled at you. "Does my misery bring you joy, love?" you asked sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and simply interlaced his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the room and into the foyer, that was, the shop. You smiled at him, knowing what he was suggesting. You slipped your jacket off and revealed the tight, crop top underneath and Phil sighed as he watched you.

"Eyes on her hair, Phil," he reminded himself, causing you to chuckle.

He sat you down in the chair, turning on the water to wash your hair before he worked with it. You leaned back, the cool water soothing your scalp as he wet your hair. Taking a little bit of shampoo and lathering it in his hands, he asked, "So, what happened?"

You started off all agitated, "Mrs. Dudley really ought to learn to keep her nose out of other people's business!" He hummed in acknowledgement and you continued, "She won't give me a break. Honestly, I could just- ohhh," you moaned as he gently began massaging your scalp.

Phil chuckled at the sudden change in your mood and smiled to himself about being able to help you relax. "Go on," he encouraged, bringing you back to your senses as you said, "...yes." You took a deep breath and proceeded, your tone much more relaxed this time around. "Then, after my little chat with her, I went to the dry cleaner's and they were closed. I had to drive all the way to the other end of town to drop off the clothes for the event day after."

"You still haven't shown me your dress. I wanna see how you look in it," he interjected.

"I can't afford you ripping it before the event, darling," you teased. He cleared his throat and said, "You make me sound like some kind of animal."

"You're not an animal, darling... but why do you think I buy a new dress for every event we have to attend?" you bluntly said, flustering the poor man. "Each one has been ripped off once we've gotten home."

"Well, it's your fault for looking so damn beautiful!" he defended.

A blush tinted your cheeks as you chuckled. "I'm not complaining, love," you winked. "But I'm just not letting you see me in it before you need to."

He pouted in disappointment and said, "...fine. Go on."

As he finished washing your hair, you told him about your trip around the city and how someone nearly crashed into your car and he was quite engrossed, honestly. However, when you told him that you nearly got into a fistfight, he spun the chair around, making you face him. "You? In a fistfight? With what, a chicken?" he laughed.

You simply huffed and crossed your arms, pouting. Slumped in the chair, you gave him a death stare, and he threw his hands up defensively. "Alright, sorry. I'm done," he said, catching his breath and pecking your cheek. "Who was it, then?"

You stayed silent, concerning him slightly, and he asked, "Love, if it actually got serious, I'll handle them first thing tomorrow. So-"

"...a raccoon," you murmured. Phil shut up instantly, taking a moment to process what you had said. He straightened up, and you could see him trying to control his laughter. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he started shaking as he chuckled.

"Hey! Raccoons are tough, alright?!" you defended.

At this, he burst out laughing, "Oh, I'm sure they are!" A few tears escaped his eyes and he wiped them asking, "Are you alright?"

"Fine," you mumbled in an annoyed tone. He kept chuckling and you said, "It's not that funny."

"No, of course not," he giggled. "I just had the thought that you are quite similar to a raccoon."

"Excuse me?" you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Well, it's just... so tiny, yet so feral, and the fact you should be terrified when you're around them with food in hand."

"I-" you stuttered. "I can't really argue with that," you chuckled, finding the comparison funny, yourself. The two of you laughed for a good minute and you'd totally forgotten about the stressful day you'd had.

Phil was the first to calm down and he asked, "So, what kind of a look are we feeling?"

You didn't have to think; you knew what you wanted - it was a change. "What do you think of me in a pixie?" you asked, a little nervous about what he'd think. He looked surprised at your request but simply said, "I think you'd rock any hairstyle, sweetheart. A pixie, however..." You tried to hide your disappointment at his words but he noticed it, giving you a sweet smile as he continued, "I think you'd look too adorable in one."

Your face lit up as you wore a beaming smile that made his heart melt. He cupped your cheek as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He smiled into the kiss and you couldn't help but mimic him as a smile crept on yours, too.

"Now sit still," he ordered as he pulled away, before spinning you around to face the mirror, once again.

"Yes, sir," you teased, and he simply rolled his eyes. You watched him in the mirror as he trimmed most of your hair off, with an electric razor. He was so focused on what he was doing, and it was very attractive. After a minute of silence, he spoke up, his eyes still focused on your hair. "You'll find that you can continue talking even when you're sitting still."

"Sorry. I was just too busy watching my beautiful boyfriend at work." For a moment, he paused, his eyes shifting to look at you, only to find you smirking at him in the mirror. He quickly continued working, mumbling, "Fair enough," as a faint blush tinted his cheeks. The sight made your heart flutter.

"Also, I have nothing else to say," you stated. "I've already told you about my day. Hey, that rhymed!" you chirped.

He just laughed and was silent for a bit, before saying, "Well, who won the fight? You or the raccoon?"

You glared at him with an unamused expression. "What? I'm curious!" he defended.

"Nearly got into a fistfight, Phil," you reminded. "It didn't actually happen."

"What a shame," he sulked, and you said, "Please, just cut my hair. I can't even walk-off, all annoyed, with half my hair, cut." He laughed and did as asked, returning his attention to your hair. He worked swiftly, and with precision as he switched to scissors. You watched him intently, mentally playing a game where you checked off all his cute little habits as you spotted them. The way he stuck his tongue out, ever-so-slightly, when he was entirely focused; the way a subtle smirk played at his lips when he was happy with how a certain piece of hair framed your face.

Once he was done cutting, he stepped away for a second, and you couldn't take your eyes off yourself. You admired the new hairstyle in the mirror and he leaned against your chair with a satisfied smile and asked, "Shall we blow-dry?"

"We shall," you smiled back. Once he was completely finished, you loved it even more; your hair was longer on top and the sides were faded. "I look so cool!" you exclaimed. "This little hair right here," you said, pointing to a strand that fell on your face, "Kinda makes it look similar to your hair. Though mine is more awesome." You smirked at him and said, "Maybe I should get a scalp tattoo like Sandra. With the faded sides, it'd be visible and I'd look so badass."

"Maybe then you'll be badass enough to actually take on a raccoon as well," he replied, and you got out of your seat. You took a few steps closer till your body was pressed against his.

Your voice was low as you said, "You know, I was planning on returning the favour-"

"You are not cutting my hair! You're not even-"

You sighed and continued, "You gave me a blow-dry and I was going to give you something similar..." At that, he raised a brow and said, "Is that so?"

"Mhmm," you smiled. Switching to a stoic expression, you said, "But you've talked your way out of that," and walked off, making your way into the house and up the stairs.

Clearly taken aback by the change in your demeanour, Phil just stood there, processing everything that had happened. After a few seconds, he chased after you, screaming, "[Y/N], no! Love, I'm sorry! Please don't do this! You could totally take on a raccoon!"

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[rockinnrollin]

I Want a Baby

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

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

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

not my gif!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See, you’ve smashed it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah nothing.” you smiled back at him.

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

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

“Well..”

“What?”

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

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

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

“Let’s get you a baby then, love.”

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

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

“Please Savvy, fill me up.”

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

“Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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

“Fuck, Sav please.”

Another slap to the thigh.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimpered.

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you daddy.”

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

“Oh right, yeah.”

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

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

“Fuck me daddy, I’m ready please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” 

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

“Do what?” Sav said.

“Fuck her?” 

“Joe, what?” 

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

“Well, how do you know?”

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

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

A Magical Mysteria (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

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

Words: 1,943

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

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July 28th, 1986

Dublin, Ireland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On a night like this, everything felt sacred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yes, you could feel it. 

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

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

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

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

[muiitoloko]

Can you write something about Phil where he has an apprentice but not a young one, like someone a bit younger than him but not too much making some kind of reconversion and she is a bit awkward because maybe life wasn’t kind with her and she came back in her hometown with broken dreams and he is still the gruff character we know but in the same time he felt for her and of course she likes him too but he is always hard on her but finally when she has enough and decides to quit he tells her his true feelings and then there are a lot of fluff? I don’t know if it’s clear 😅

Title: Swept Away in Keighley

Summary: You returned to Keighley broken and defeated, but Phil's stoic presence and hidden passion reignite a fire she thought had long been extinguished.

Pairing: Phil Allen × Fem! Reader

Warning: None

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for your order. I hope you like it.

Also read on Ao3

The soft hum of the broom against the linoleum floor was the only sound in the barbershop as you swept the clippings from the day’s customers into a neat pile. The shop was quiet now, the last customer gone, but as you moved methodically across the floor, you couldn’t shake the weight that had settled in your chest.

Keighley. The town had once felt too small, a place you’d dreamed of leaving to make something bigger of yourself. But life had a funny way of turning dreams to dust, and after years of trying to make a name as an actress, you'd found yourself right back where you started. With a sigh, you looked around the modest barbershop, feeling that ache of regret. This wasn't where you’d pictured yourself, sweeping hair in a shop instead of taking bows on stage. And it wasn’t just the shop weighing on you. It was him.

Phil. You tried not to think about him, tried to brush away the pull you felt every time you looked into his hazel eyes or heard his gravelly voice. But that was impossible. He’d been the first person to offer you a job when you returned, shattered and uncertain, and over the past year, you’d come to know him better than you’d wanted to admit. You were his apprentice, the one he sometimes barked at for not folding towels quite right or leaving a smudge on the mirror.

But his exacting standards had only made your attraction worse. You wanted to please him, to prove yourself, and with every muttered critique or disapproving glare, it only made you crave the impossible—a sign that he cared, that he saw you the way you saw him.

Just as you finished sweeping, the familiar click of the back door echoed through the empty shop. You turned, finding Phil standing in the doorway, his sharp gaze fixed on you, his expression unreadable as always.

“Still here?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. The sound of it sent a shiver through you.

“Just finishing up,” you replied, hoping he couldn’t see how your hands trembled as you gripped the broom.

Phil stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the floor before settling back on you. “You missed a spot,” he said, nodding to a patch by the chair.

You flushed, biting back a retort. This was his way, always finding the smallest things to criticize. “I’ll get it,” you muttered, bending down to sweep the few stray clippings he’d pointed out.

But as you straightened, you felt his presence closer than before. He was right there, standing just a breath away, his eyes dark and intense as he watched you. Your heart raced, heat rising to your cheeks as his gaze held yours.

“You’re distracted today,” he finally said, his voice carrying that same low, gravelly tone, edged with something you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t have a chance to respond before he went on, his words soft but pointed. “Thinking about that silly dream of yours again, are you?”

Your grip on the broom tightened, the handle pressing into your palm. The words stung, as though he’d sliced into the most tender part of you with barely a flicker of hesitation. The “silly dream” he referred to wasn’t just any passing fancy—it was the dream that had shaped you, that had once burned bright enough to pull you out of this town. It was the dream you’d risked everything for, even if, in the end, it hadn’t risked anything for you.

He sounded like your parents—disappointed, tired, scolding, as if choosing to chase a life beyond Keighley had been some foolish whim. Maybe they hadn’t thought you’d make it out of here; maybe they were right, because here you were, sweeping hair in a shop that didn’t feel like yours.

Phil’s gaze was still locked on you, his eyes sharp yet distant, and you found yourself unable to look away. “I tried,” you muttered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “I really tried.”

He sighed, the sound heavy, weary. “Not everyone’s meant to be a star,” he said, a slight edge of frustration in his tone, as though he was annoyed you hadn’t accepted this already. “It’s not all glitz and glamour. Sometimes, what’s real, what’s here,” he gestured vaguely around the shop, “is enough.”

But it wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been enough for years, and even now, the ache in your chest reminded you that it still wasn’t. You looked down, your gaze falling to the neat pile of clippings at your feet. It was just hair, discarded, forgotten—and yet, you couldn’t help but feel like you were staring at all the pieces of yourself you’d left behind to fit back into this town.

“Maybe for some people, it’s enough,” you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper. You didn’t mean it to sound like a challenge, but it did, and the words hung between you, thick with things unsaid.

Phil’s face softened, just a little, and for a moment, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes—understanding, maybe, or regret. But he didn’t reach out, didn’t offer you comfort. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest, his expression unreadable. “Dreams have a way of fading, don’t they?” he said quietly.

You felt a lump rise in your throat, the weight of those words sinking in. “Yeah,” you murmured, barely able to keep the tremor out of your voice. “I suppose they do.”

Phil watched you in silence for a moment, his eyes shadowed, his mouth set in a firm line. And then, without another word, he turned, leaving you standing there with nothing but the faint hum of the broom and the ache in your chest for company.

The next morning, you walked into the barbershop, the familiar scent of hair products and aftershave filling the air. Phil was already there, standing near the counter, his gaze fixed on the clock, arms folded across his chest. He looked up as you entered, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as they took in your appearance. There was something about the way he looked at you, something quiet and restrained, as though he was holding back more than words.

“Late,” he said, his tone curt, baritone voice rumbling low in the quiet of the shop.

You glanced at the clock yourself, confused. “Phil, it’s only five minutes.”

He let out a sigh, shaking his head with the kind of exasperation that felt heavier than it should have. “Five minutes is five minutes too many. I don’t pay you to stroll in whenever you feel like it. You show up on time, or not at all.”

His words felt like a slap, and you could feel your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. This wasn’t fair. You were never late; you were always the first one here, sweeping up the mess from the previous day, folding towels, making sure everything was in its place. Today had been a rare exception, but apparently, Phil didn’t care. He didn’t see the effort you put in, the long hours, the attention to detail. He only saw the one moment when you hadn’t been perfect.

You swallowed, feeling a lump in your throat as you clenched your fists, resisting the urge to snap back. “It’s just five minutes, Phil,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Five minutes, ten minutes—it doesn’t matter. You think you’re special? That the rules don’t apply to you?” His voice had a bite to it, his words dripping with irritation. His gaze was hard, unyielding, and you could feel it piercing through you, leaving you feeling raw and exposed.

Your chest tightened as you stood there, his scolding washing over you, each word weighing heavier than the last. It was as if everything you did was wrong, as if you were constantly falling short. No matter how hard you worked, no matter how much you tried to prove yourself, it was never enough for him. And today, that familiar ache in your chest only intensified, the resentment simmering just beneath the surface.

Phil’s eyes flickered, but only briefly, and then his expression hardened again. “If you can’t manage to be here on time, maybe this isn’t the place for you.” The words stung, cutting deeper than you’d expected, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something you might regret.

But his words lingered in the air, sharp and unforgiving. You felt yourself bristling, the unfairness of it all boiling up inside you. You wanted to shout at him, to demand why he treated you this way. Why he always looked at you with that restrained intensity, only to push you away as if he didn’t care.

“Is that what you think, then?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. There was a tremor there, one you couldn’t hide. “That I don’t belong here?”

He hesitated, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze softened. But then he shook his head, as if dismissing the thought, his jaw tightening. “What I think,” he said slowly, his voice dangerously low, “is that if you’re going to work here, you’re going to do it right. No more excuses, no more mistakes. I don’t have time for people who can’t be bothered to keep up.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, anger and hurt swirling inside you, threatening to spill over. You’d given so much to this place, to him, and yet he looked at you as if you were nothing but a burden, something to be tolerated rather than valued.

“You know what, Phil?” You forced the words out, your voice thick with emotion. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy tearing me down all the time, you’d see that I actually care about this place. About you.”

His eyes widened, but he quickly masked it, his expression hardening even further. “You think I asked you to care about me?” His voice was harsh, biting. “This isn’t about feelings. It’s a job. You do it, or you don’t.”

Your chest tightened, the frustration welling up inside you. You couldn’t tell if it was anger, or the hurt that felt like it was suffocating you, or that simmering, unspoken desire you both seemed to dance around but never acknowledged.

“You know what?” you said, your voice trembling with barely-contained emotion. “I’m done. I quit.”

Phil froze, his eyes widening just a fraction as he stared at you, clearly not expecting your reaction. For a moment, the anger in his expression faltered, replaced by something that looked almost like shock—or maybe fear. But then, just as quickly, his face hardened again, his arms dropping to his sides as he straightened, his gaze sharp and guarded.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice low, though a slight tremor betrayed him. “Go ahead. Leave.”

But you didn’t move. The silence between you stretched, heavy and thick, as the anger and pain settled into something else, something deeper. You met his gaze, refusing to look away, your own hurt mirroring his, your hands still clenched at your sides.

Phil’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he watched you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You think it’s easy?” he finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, rough with something raw and unspoken. “To stand here and watch you every damn day, knowing I can’t have what I want?”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. He took a step closer, his hazel eyes searching yours, his hand coming up to rest against the doorframe as if to steady himself. His expression was intense, filled with a longing you’d only ever dreamed he’d have for you.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “how hard it is for me to keep my distance. Every time I look at you...”

Your breath caught as he reached up, his fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that took your breath away. His touch was warm, rough, but gentle, and you felt a shiver run through you as his thumb traced the curve of your jaw.

“Phil,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of hope and fear.

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as his hand dropped to your shoulder, pulling you closer until your bodies were just inches apart. “I’ve tried to push you away, tell myself it’s just a passing fancy. But it’s not,” he muttered, his voice rough, his breath hot against your skin. “I don’t want you to leave, love. I need you.”

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened, filled with a hunger that had been building between you for far too long. His hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your back as if afraid you might slip away.

Your arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed against him, every unspoken feeling pouring into the kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, his lips moving over yours with a passion that sent a thrill through you, igniting every nerve.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he muttered against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands slipped under your shirt, his touch hot against your skin as he pressed you back against the door, his body pinning you there as he kissed you with a hunger that left you breathless.

You gasped as his lips trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “You drive me crazy, love. Can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.” His hand slid lower, gripping your thigh as he pulled your leg up around his waist, his mouth finding yours again in a kiss that was rough and desperate, filled with all the pent-up desire he’d been hiding.

And as you melted into his embrace, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this small town, this modest barbershop, held more than you ever thought it could.

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

a PSA for the idiots of the DL fandom:

[littlemissheavenonearth]

The Dancer And The Rockstar (Joe Elliott X Reader) part 8:

A/n: Part 8 is here!! Two more parts left yall!

As soon as the boys and I made it back to the hotel, I called Lia. I couldn’t wait to tell her that I was getting married. She picked up the phone and said, “Hello?” “Lia?”  “Y/N! Love, how are you?”  “I’m great! You?” “I am too.”  “Wonderful! I have some news,” “I was wondering why you sounded so excited.” Y/N giggled, “Lia, I’m getting married!”  For a few moments, I didn’t hear anything on the other end of the phone.  “L-lia?”  “We are so happy for you,” Said Lia’s husband. “Yeah!” Lia agreed. “Obviously, you guys are invited!” Then, I heard a quiet sob on the other end of the phone, “Uh what’s happening?”  “It's just that, I’ve watched both of you grow up and ugh, it’s just happening so fast!”  “Aww, I know, but you know how much I love Joe!”  “I do, now go plan the wedding!”  “Ok! Bye Lia!!”  I went to find Joe and then I found him in the bathroom looking into the mirror. I decided to join him.  “You’re pretty,” I smiled at him. He turned to me and lifted me up. “Darlin’ you have no idea how much I love you.” “I can say the same to you.” We looked into each other’s eyes and kissed. It was one of those movie kisses, or the ones you dream of as a kid. 

Joe and I planned for our wedding to be sort of small in a church in our hometown of Sheffield. I found a wedding dress that I really liked. It had these long sleeves with flower designs on them just as the skirt of the dress did. The bodice of the dress had some flowers and some swirl designs. I went to the store to try it on with Lia.  “Oh, love, you look so beautiful. Joe made the right choice.” Lia stated as I stared at myself through the mirror of the dressing room. I only hummed in response, beginning to think about how I got so lucky.

“I want this one.” I said after a while.

“Good choice!” Lia helped me out of the dress and waited until I put my clothes back on.

Then, we went to the checkout counter.

“Oh!” The checkout lady said, “Oh, this one is one of my favorites.”

“It’s beautiful,” I responded.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” 

“Oh, you might know him. His name is Joe Elliott.”

“Of Def Leppard?” 

“Yes, that would be him.” 

“Oh! So you’re the girl he’s always talking about! You chose, well my dear, and he did too.”  “I know, he’s great, I’ve known him for over fifteen years.” 

“I hope your relationship with him lasts forever!” The lady handed the dress over and Lia grabbed it. 

The day of the wedding, I was in the room with Lia as she helped put my dress on and she helped do my make up. I hadn’t seen Joe in quite some time, I mean obviously, it’s bad luck to see your fiancée before the wedding. All of a sudden, I began to get nervous and I began to sweat.  “Lia, I’m nervous!” 

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be alright. I felt this way too.” Lia said while making two braids from a section of my hair and then putting them together to have a type of ponytail on the back of my head and then she put on the vail. She leaned down so she was at my eye level. “I know, it’s just,” I paused, not really knowing what to say. “You’ve come all this way, now go out there and marry your best friend.” This pep talk reminded me of all of those talks Lia and I would have before any of my dance recitals. 

Nobody’s POV

Joe sat down at his dressing table with his notebook and wrote down some lyrics, “I gotta know tonight, if you’re alone tonight…”  “Whatcha singing?” Sav asked with a smile. ”Oh just a song I’ve been working on.” ”Is it about y/n?” ”Who else?” Joe retorted. ”Ok, fair.” Sav threw his hands up in defense, “Is it for Pyromania?” ”No, it’s for our next album.” ”Oh?”  “Our biggest album yet.” Joe exclaimed as he stood up from the chair with a burst of confidence.  “What’s the album name?”  “Oh, that I haven’t thought about yet.” Sav laughed at Joe’s response. ”Dedicated the album to y/n. How does she make you feel?” Joe did not hesitate, “Hysterical.” Sav nodded, “Ok, we can work with that.” He thought for a moment. ”Hysteria.” Joe suggested, randomly, “That can be the name of the song and the album.” He looked at the bassist for reassurance. ”I actually really like that.” 

Before both y/n and Joe knew it, it was time for their wedding. Joe was already waiting on the wooden stage and y/n had her arm intertwined with Lia’s husband’s arm. Joe looked at the girl in the white dress who had a nervous smile on her face.  “Oh wow…..” He sighed at her. She walked to her side of the stage and immediately turned to look at Joe.  “We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Joe Elliott and Y/N L/N.” After the wedding officiant finished his speech, the two began their vows. Joe sighed once again, “Y/N, wow, I will be honest with you, I sat around for hours, days,  weeks, trying to figure what to say about you, but there is just too much to say. Honestly, we’d be here for hours.” He paused, “When. I look at you, the whole world seems to stop and all I can see is you. You make me crazy, no wait, that’s too simple. Y/n, you make me hysterical and I have no idea how you manage to do that. Whenever I hear somebody say your name, I immediately turn my head to see if you’re in the room. I always need you with me. I want you by my side, forever. I love you, y/n/n.”  Y/n was trying to fight back the urge to cry, “God, Joe,” She took a deep breath and began speaking again, “From the moment I met you all those years ago, I felt a connection that I’ve never felt with anybody else and I’ve had several guy friends. Even though we didn’t see each other for eleven years, I always thought about you and I hope that you thought about me.” She looked up to see him smiling and nodding, “I remember telling my dance instructor, Lia, that I didn’t have feelings for you when I was a kid, but I don’t think that statement was true. I only started realizing my feelings for you when we met again that night at your concert here in Sheffield. I am so glad that you chose me, Joe. I love you so much!” By now, the crowd was in tears just as the officiant was. He choked on his tears, “Joe, do you take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Then came that familiar grin of his, “I do!” ”And Y/N, do you take Joe Elliott to be your lawfully wedded husband?” She took a deep breath once again, “I do!”  Steve handed us the rings and then we put them on each other. “Now, Joe, you may kiss the bride.” Joe didn’t hesitate (He never did) to press his lips to hers. One of his hands held her back as the other held her leg that was closest to his body. Both were so caught up in each other that they didn’t hear the cheers from the crowd.

The rest of the Leppard boys gave some speeches and then, it was Lia’s turn to give a speech. She went to stand where Y/N once stood.  “Well, I always knew this day would come, even if they didn’t. For years, I’ve watched the little y/n grow up into a confident dancer that Joe helped bring out. She alway brought him to the dance studio and. I tried to teach him how to dance, but it just wasn’t his thing.” That earned a few laughs from the audience, “He was good at entertaining y/n and singing to her, both she and I knew that music was Joe’s future. Y/n helped him get there or at least the thought of her did ‘cause they did not see each other for eleven years and it hurt to see little y/n so sad and lonely. They made each other into better people and they need to be together.” Y/n and Joe looked at each other with smiles on their faces, “I wish both of you the brightest future and so much love.” She quickly ran down to grab her glass of wine and go back to the stage, “Here’s to the dancer and the rockstar.” And the crowd cheered again, this time much louder than earlier.

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[shhh-no-ones-home]

fast times def leppard x reader

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Title is kind of a spin off of fast times at ridgemont high cause I think pool scenes are funny 😆

this is mostly joe but there are quite a few appearances from the other guys so im just gonna categorize that way

Song: we say summer by all time low

Edit cause I forgot:

Tag list: @cynic-spirit

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I sat in the outstretched lounger with my eyes closed, listening to the guys move around me. This tour had been fairly busy so far and we finally had a chill day to do whatever. I wanted to go to the mall... But the guys had other ideas, ideas that included renting the hotels outdoor pool for ourselves for the day. The security guards stood watch at the gate as we lounged, the guys having an outdoor interview about an hour ago and them not leaving after. So far I hadn't gotten in the water but I didn't really want to, the rest of them however were a different story. Then I felt droplets raining down on me. My eyes snapped open under my sunglasses and I shot up, wiping my arms off as i looked up disgusted at Joe.

"Really?"

I asked annoyed. He sent me back a wide grin before shaking like a dog again, getting me more wet.

"Joe!"

I called, covering my face so my sunglasses didn't get water on them. the last pair i had id accidentally gotten chlorine water on and absolutely ruined them.

"What is it darling? Afraid to have a little fun?"

He asked, smirk on his face, earning a high five from sav before he jumped back in. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"In case you were wondering this isn't exact what I wanted to do today. but if I could actually relax without you idiots bothering me I'd be living the dream."

He faked hurt, touching his chest gently, water droplets sliding down his torso as he did so.

"Ouch y/n, that really hurts."

He mocked. I sent him a look before getting situated again in my seat.

"You'll live."

He rolled his eyes at me before sitting at the table with Phil and taking a drink of his beer.

"Killjoy."

I heard him mumble under his breath, making the guys laugh quietly along with him. I was starting to get a little angry now, I didn't ask to be here and of course I couldn't go anywhere by myself anymore. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly, my knuckles going white as I wiggled further down into the chair. I chewed my lip haphazardly trying to ignore them and focus on something else. After a bit I fell asleep under the warm summer sun.

°°°°°°°°°

I jolted upright as something heavy fell onto my stomach, waking me up. I looked up to see the guys all laughing, a few of them still in the water.

"Youre gonna burn if you keep exposed like that."

Joe laughed out as I picked his wet towel off of me and dropped it to the ground, scoffing at him.

"I think that's something I'd be willing to live with but I guess now I could at least rotate and tan my back too."

i quipped back. He shook his head at me, water from his hair dripping into his face.

"Why do you even bother?"

I looked at him over my glasses as I swung my legs over the side of the chair, planting my feet flat on the ground.

"Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"

I asked standing up and stretching.

"Sure but getting sunburn doesn't seem all that enjoyable."

He joked, earning a wide grin from Rick as he sat at the table now instead of phil. I shook my head and walked to them, picking up the glass of water I had set there earlier. The ice was all melted now and there was a condensation puddle under the glass, making a suction noise as I picked it up.

"To you maybe. But I'm wearing enough sun screen for the both of us,  I'm sure I'll be fine."

He raised a brow before sending Rick a knowing glare.

"Unless it got washed off in the pool."

I placed my hands firmly on my hips after putting the cup back down and sent him a disapproving look.

"There's no way that would happen as I'm not going swimming today."

I said matter-of-factly. He smirked at me.

"That's what you think."

He said wickedly.

"Don't you dare."

I said sternly, warning him.

"Come on y/n! Live a little!"

Sav called from the deep end of the pool, Phil laughing and sending me a thumbs up. Before I could even look back to Joe he had his arms around my waist, hoisting me over his shoulder.

"Joey!"

I called, trying to hold onto him as I looked to the concrete.

"Put me down!"

I yelled as the rest of the guys laughed.

"Okay."

He laughed out before walking faster.

"No!"

I barely got out before he jumped in, letting me go as we both hit the water. I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for him as I popped out of the water, inhaling deeply.

"Asshole!"

I screamed, shoving water in his direction before swimming to the side of the pool.

"Oh come on y/n, we're just having a little fun. we want you to join in."

Steve said as I lifted myself out of the pool, pushing my hair out of my face. I stood up and looked back down into the pool, joe now at the ledge I had just emerged from. I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why won't you swim with us? You brought a suit so clearly you were planning on using it eventually."

I shook my head, squinting in the sunlight.

"I just don't want to, what is so hard to understand about that? Now go get my shades mister 'were going in the pool together' before they get ruined like the last pair."

He laughed a little bit before turning and diving into the water. When he re-emerged he had my sunglasses in his hand, holding them out of the pool and shaking the water off of them.

"here you are."

he said holding them in my direction. i went to reach for them and he pulled away.

"come on, you already got me wet. just give me the glasses and no one gets hurt."

i half joked.

"is that a challenge?"

he laughed out and i sent him a wicked grin, kneeling down at the edge of the pool to retrieve my prize.

"in your dreams lover boy."

i said, quickly snatching my shades from him and pushing his head under the water. i fell back as he splashed me with water, laughing hysterically as he popped back up inhaling deeply. he shook his head wildly, running his hands over his face.

"oh thats it!"

he said loudly, grabbing my leg.

"no!"

i called again, dropping my sunglasses to the concrete as he dragged me closer to the edge.

"joe let go!"

i said, the others all laughing as he stood up and grabbed me round the waist, pulling me back into the water. i held onto his shoulders before my head could go back under the water and splashed him.

"okay okay! ill swim with you dorks."

i finally caved, joe still holding me to him.

"good."

he said, letting me go. i rolled my eyes at him before pushing water his way.

"oh is that how its going to be?"

i went to open my mouth when steve interrupted, clearing his throat.

"you two children done bickering yet? lets play a game or something."

he suggested. joe smirked at me before taking off towards steve and sav. i rolled my eyes and did the same.

"fine. if im gonna be in the pool we might as well have more fun."

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

Opening up requests for any member of Def Leppard x Reader. Just send me an ask and I’ll try and get it done as soon as possible 💖💖

[requiemreads]

New Imagine Blog☁️

I’ve been reading so many imagines lately and as a gay guy I’ve realised that there really aren’t that many imagines for guys out there featuring male artists/characters so here is my contribution to the community.

I’m pretty out of loop with TV shows/Movies/Bands but I’ll write down a few of the things here that I am willing to write about.

Bands:

☁️5 Seconds of Summer

☁️One Direction

TV Shows:

☁️Shadowhunters

☁️Arrow (Bear with me, I’m only on Season 6)

☁️Supergirl

☁️The Flash

☁️Brooklyn Nine Nine

☁️Glee

Movies:

☁️Too many to list, you’ll have to request and see I’m afraid

☁️Although I don’t do horror of any sort

☁️Definitely Marvel/The Avengers type

Misc:

☁️Musicals (Basic knowledge so again, request and see)

☁️Youtubers (As above)

☁️Basically I’ll write anything that I’m asked to that I have a clear knowledge of. If you come with a prompt, I will be more than happy to write it and try to get the characters right. I roleplay a lot so hopefully the fics/head cannons will be good and of a good quality.

-☁️

[real-life-catgirl]

cutebaby-alise’s MASTERLIST

AVENGERS

Tony Stark

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter Would Include….

Bruce Banner

Hulk Sedative

Steve Rogers

Happy

Aurora Boraelis

AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D

Phil Coulson

Hypovolemia

DC

Barry Allen 

Cold (Ezra Miller!Barry Allen)

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Kidnapped

Liam Dunbar

Falling For U

RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

Shirt

ACTORS

Jordan Connor

Drunk Confessions

Tom Holland

Softie

Rumours

[oncasette]

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄…

✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !

✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only

in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!

✷ links lead to fan castings!

BALDUR’S GATE III. astarion ancunin, gale dekarios, karlach, raphael, shadowheart

DC. barry allen, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne

EIGHTIES. kevin dolenz

HARRY POTTER. sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander

LOVE AND DEEP SPACE. rafayel, sylus, zayne.

MARVEL. druig, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, peter quill, helmut zemo

OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank

PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike

STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson

TOP GUN & OTHER CAST ROLES. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson; walt finnegan, willard hewitt, andrew neiman, charlie young

MISC. carlisle cullen, logan huntzberger, roy kent, ethan landry, stu macher, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, spike btvs, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jamie tartt, phil wenneck

TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother

TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)