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evans23 · 21 days ago

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RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 6 - WRAPPED TIGHTLY

Pairing : Phil Allen x OC (Elena)

Summary : Phil, grumpy and alone, could find some hope wrapping tightly around his heart.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Mention of death. Mention of almost assaulted woman.

A/N : Hello dear 😁 At first I thought doing a 2 part fics, but I really like my ending, therefore, I don't really know... anyway, enjoy !

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

The warm festive atmosphere that was looming on the horizon had not really reached Phil. His son, now married and settled in the City where they were competing brilliantly, would not be spending the holidays with him this year. His wife was expecting their first child and she was pregnant up to her eyes.

Of course, he could have gone to see them for Christmas, he had been invited, but he felt that it had been more out of politeness than anything else. He did not get on very well with his daughter-in-law's parents, upper-class people who always took a malicious pleasure in reminding him that he was only a small hairdresser with a modest salon in a small town with an unpronounceable name and that it was not thanks to him that his son had been able to open his salon in London.

Christina Robertson, the daughter of his worst enemy, was worth a thousand times more than these people, but Brian had made the mistake of letting her go and now he was living like a posh man, spending the money of his parents-in-law.

Therefore, this year, the only plan Phil had was spending December in the warm of his house with his favourite TV program. Of course, that was without counting on Sandra who refused to see him brood. According to her, she was the only one who had the right to be unhappy because a year earlier, Shelley had lost her fight against cancer and Phil and she had been divorced long enough for him to be less sad than she was.

In her great kindness, Sandra had allowed him to be sad, but not for too long, not as much as she was. And of course, Phil had mourned Shelley. For a long time. He had had to mourn his first love, but also the mother of his only son and the whole life he had imagined with her. A little after her death, Brian had left and he had found himself all alone with his hair salon and his loyal customers. And for the first time, it was no longer enough.

Phil found himself wishing for a companion in his life, an equal to talk to at the end of his days. Someone to wrap tightly in his arms.

"What did you do ?!" Phil's baritone voice echoed in the small salon that wasn't yet open.

"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Phil ! It'll take your mind off things," Sandra said, sitting nonchalantly on a worn chair in the hair salon while Phil put away freshly ironed towels.

She wore a bright blue bonnet with a ridiculous white pompom.

"I didn't ask you anything !" Phil grunted, pushing her off the chair to dust her off.

"With pleasure," Sandra replied, blowing her a kiss with her hand.

"I prefer to drink my shampoo," Phil said calmly, putting away his combs.

All these gestures were mechanical. A simplicity in the repetition that calmed his tormented mind. He stepped around Sandra who had come to stand in front of him to turn up the heat a little. The biting December cold seemed to be freezing his entire house today. But the anger he was starting to harbour against Sandra was about to melt the frost outside very quickly.

"It's too late, Phil. I've already put your name down for the Christmas market. It'll be great, you'll see," insisted Sandra, whose determination was matched only by Phil's stubbornness.

"Sandra..."

"You'll meet people, you'll offer hair treatments and you'll cut a few ends, nothing too complicated. You'll be able to drink mulled wine and you can't ignore the holidays for another year," she said with an enthusiasm that didn't contaminate Phil at all.

"I'm not ignoring them, I'm enjoying their absence," he replied, plugging in his hairdryer.

"Oh ! Come on Phil, if you don't go willingly, I'll drag you there by force !"

"I'd like to see that," Phil replied without even looking at her.

He didn't have to wait long to see himself at a stall at the Keighley Christmas Market offering quick treatments to repair the damaged ends of young girls who would do well to put away their curling irons and straighteners if they didn't want to end up bald before they were 30. Sandra had given him a severe nudge when he'd told one of them, who had burst into tears - the girl was only fifteen - and now he was content to just apply the treatments in silence.

His stall was minimalistic, no lights, no little artificial tree. Just a few samples, the new ergonomic brushes his son had sent him the month before and a sign that said "Free haircut... if you dare to sit down". Needless to say, apart from the regulars, few people dared to put themselves in the hands of a man who seemed to want to be anywhere else rather than here.

He was busy trimming the ends of one of his regular customers, an old lady who always tipped him generously, wondering why he had agreed. He had done it reluctantly, of course, Sandra had worn him down. Luckily, the weather was rather mild and the outdoor heaters kept the slight winter chill from freezing his fingers. He also had to admit that the stalls lit up with fairy lights and the big Christmas tree the town had put up were rather nice. But the Christmas carols that were playing on repeat... he would have burst his eardrums with his pair of scissors to stop hearing them.

As his client dug into his purse to give him a note, Phil looked up at the sky, showing that a blanket of frost would settle over the town in the early hours. That didn't stop the people of Keighley from coming out in droves to see the town's Christmas market, which was a bit beyond Phil.

"I'll get some mulled wine, would you like anything ?" Sandra asked him.

Phil shook his head thoughtfully. Sandra had insisted that he come to get him out of his solitude and yet he felt more alone than ever. He had always thought that loneliness was like an old friend and he had never paid attention to it, but for the first time, this loneliness bothered him. She was not an old friend, she was more like an old blanket wrapped tightly around him.

He felt it even more here, in this Christmas market that was overflowing with life, laughter, family and lovers. The air smelled of wood fire, spices and the little spruce trees that an old man who often came to have his sideburns cut at Phil's sold.

"Do you want to taste it ?" asked Sandra who had just returned with a slice of lemon cake.

"No. I'm going to take a walk. Keep the shop."

Sandra rolled her eyes but he didn't see her. He walked through the stalls without really looking at them.

That's when he saw her. She was shorter than him, her hair tied in a messy bun, big green eyes that looked a little sad. She had a small, unassuming booth filled with knitted scarves and blankets. She wasn’t doing anything to attract attention. She just stood there, wrapped in a purple faux fur coat, and for some reason Phil found himself drawn to her. Maybe it was the peaceful calm she exuded, or the almost motherly way she was readjusting a blanket on the rack that someone had undone before balling it up and turning away.

He walked over and stroked a soft white scarf.

“Your scarves look… useful,” Phil said, meeting his gaze.

She smiled at him, a genuine smile that reached his eyes.

“And pretty, I hope,” she said softly.

“Probably, yes. Do you knit all of these yourself ?” he asked, gesturing to the various scarves, hats, and blankets.

"Yes. It's a kind of therapy. And you, are you really here to cut hair or to avoid being alone ?"

Phil smiled discreetly. She was smart.

"A bit of both."

He ended up buying a blanket in a pretty forest green under the pretext of giving it to Sandra for Christmas.

"I'm..."

"Phil Allen. I know who you are, you run the hair salon on the corner. My father was a customer of yours," she cut him off gently.

"Yes," Phil wondered, the light of a near stall flickering on his face, making the shadow of is hooked nose reflecting on his cheek .

He didn't claim to have the best memory in the world, but Keighley wasn't very tall and he didn't remember that face that was so unique.

"Your father is ?"

"Alexander Morton."

Phil frowned for a moment before snapping his fingers.

"Yes, Alex ! You must be Elena, he's always talking about you. How's he doing ? I haven't seen him in a while."

"He had a heart attack. That's why I came back, so I wouldn't leave him alone."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Phil said, a little embarrassed.

"He's always been very discreet. But he's doing much better. He just has to avoid drafts. He had bronchitis last month. He's at home, wrapped tightly in one of my blankets," she said with a small smile.

Phil nodded, a little relieved in spite of himself. Alexander was one of his favourite customers. He didn't talk for nothing, unless someone started him on the subject of his beloved daughter, then he couldn't be stopped, always left a good tip and when he came to get his hair done after New Year's, he always brought a delicious bottle of wine. Well, maybe not this year.

"You've only just moved to Keighley then?"

Phil caught himself by the sound of her voice asking the question. It wasn't in his nature to pry into things that didn't concern him.

"Yes. I used to live in London."

"My son moved to London not long ago. It must be strange to be here."

"Yes. But sometimes simplicity is good," she replied cryptically.

Phil wanted to continue their conversation, but a customer came in. He nodded politely to her, then turned back and walked at his own stand, but suddenly his head was no longer filled with dark thoughts of loneliness. No, it was Elena who had just wrapped his mind tightly for the rest of the evening.

A week later, Phil was completely immune to the hustle and bustle that shook most people as Christmas approached. In two weeks, families would gather to share a meal and open presents. Even Sandra would be reunited with her family. She had offered Phil a ride but he had declined. That afternoon, the sky was dark. Heavy clouds announced imminent rain and three customers had failed to show up without even bothering to cancel. Phil vowed to charge them double the price the next time they came.

He was busy sweeping when the deep voice of a man on the street was heard. He didn't understand what he was saying, but he sounded rather aggressive.

“Already drunk at this time of day,” he grumbled as he dunked his combs in a basin of water and disinfectant.

Suddenly, the bell above the front door rang sharply as a woman rushed into the living room, hastily shutting the door. Phil was about to tell her that the living room was closed when he recognized her. Elena, her cheeks red from the cold, stood with her back against the door.

“I’m sorry… I… I… I never do this… But… Can I stay here for a while ?” she almost stuttered.

Phil set down the combs he was holding in his hands, his brow furrowed.

“Sure. Is everything okay ?”

Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure he’d heard a drunk man. As if to confirm her suspicions, Elena glanced furtively behind her, almost frightened.

"I... I was followed. By a man. He... He told me... Well, it doesn't matter."

"What did he say ?" Phil asked firmly in his deep voice.

"He..." she hesitated for a moment, blushing a little more, "He told me 'you'll get fucked' and then he added 'by me' and then he followed me and... I panicked and went into the first open place I saw..."

"You did the right thing," Phil cut her off.

He crossed the room in just a few strides and locked the door before lowering the blinds.

"You're safe here. Sit down."

Elena took a seat on a chair near the sinks under Phil's watchful gaze. Her hands were shaking slightly and she looked a little ashamed.

"My reaction is a bit silly. It's not like this kind of thing never happens in London," she said, nervously fiddling with a strand of her hair.

"It's not ridiculous. This kind of behaviour is just disgusting, no matter if we're in London or a small town like ours."

Without asking her anything, he went to make some tea. It was the first time he had been faced with a situation like this and he wasn't sure what to do to reassure her, but he was pretty sure that a cup of tea would help calm her down a bit.

"Thank you," she murmured as he handed her a cup.

She clasped her hands around it to warm them.

"Where did he follow you from ?" he asked, sitting down across from her.

"From the Square. I was just going out to get some air. He's not from around here, at least I don't think so."

Phil nodded as he pulled the blinds back slightly to see if anyone was outside the living room.

"I'm sorry this happened to you. This kind of thing doesn't normally happen in a small town like ours. Everyone knows everyone here."

Elena felt her heartbeat calm down here, with Phil's reassuring presence. His strong stature, his charismatic aura that filled the room alone, and that hooked nose that gave him an almost noble aura of dignity gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I should go," Elena said after a moment, "thank you very much, Phil."

Elena stood up, clutching her bag to her, but Phil held up a hand to tell her to stay where she was. He went back to the door, making sure the street was still as empty as before.

"I'll walk you home."

"There's no need," she protested.

"I insist. You never know."

Elena wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck under the satisfied gaze of Phil who was relieved that she hadn't forced him to beg her to walk her home. He wouldn't have been able to sleep properly all night without being sure that she was safe in her home. He unlocked the door and went out first, making sure that everything was quiet.

They walked side by side without saying anything, Phil still on the lookout, making sure that no one would bother Elena again.

"Do you always do this for strangers?" she finally asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"No, not often. But you're not really a stranger. You're the daughter of one of my best clients."

Elena smiled discreetly, but didn't answer. Arriving in front of the white and blue fence of the house she shared with her father, she warmly thanked Phil.

"Thank you. Really. You really reassured me," she said with sincere gratitude.

Phil just nodded before wishing her a good evening and above all to be careful in the future.

He waited for her to come inside the house to go home, a strange warmth in the hollow of his chest. It had been a long time since he had felt like this. Since Shelley. Years ago, when he was only nineteen.

He wondered what was hidden behind Elena's sad eyes. He didn't believe it was just his father's heart attack that had driven him back to hide in a town like Keighley. And by discreetly asking one of his clients who was nicknamed "The Keighley Gazette" to find out absolutely everything that was going on, Alex was doing much better. On the other hand, she knew absolutely nothing about Elena except that she had moved in with her father eight months earlier. She was apparently a discreet woman, so discreet that few people had noticed her before the Christmas market

"Invite her. Tonight. You've made gallons of soup, share it with her."

Phil bit the inside of his cheek, wondering what had possessed him to talk about Elena to Sandra.

"She came to my salon once."

He raised his head, almost dropping the pot of hair dye he was holding in his hands. His client, Mrs. Dashwood, was half-deaf, so he could speak without fear that rumours would start running the streets about him and this mysterious young woman.

"Get a haircut?"

"No, order some fried chicken," Sandra replied, rolling her eyes. "She asked me to cut her ends and if I did some natural dyes, if you must know."

He shrugged. That didn't tell him much about her.

"She's nice, but not very talkative. Like you. I'm not surprised you're attracted to her."

"She doesn't attract me."

"Yeah, well, you took the time to tell me about her, you kind of like her."

He mumbled something under his breath that made Sandra gloat. It was high time Phil moved on and she had a good feeling about this Elena.

"And you walked her home. You could have just called the police."

"I did what I thought was best," Phil grumbled.

Sandra crossed her arms and stared at him as if trying to read his mind.

"She seems nice," she finally said.

"And a little lost too," Phil said absently.

"Mysterious, fragile, a soul in distress. She's perfect for you!"

"Sandra!" Phil snapped, giving poor Mrs. Dashwood's head a rather too vigorous stroke of his brush.

"Invite her to share your homemade soup. You've got nothing to lose, she'll say no if not worse. It wouldn't hurt to take an interest in a real woman instead of your hairbrushes. How long have you been pretending to be perfectly happy in your solitude?"

He opened his mouth to reply but she stopped him.

"Too long. If you ask me - and I know you don't - this Elena is a gift wrapped tightly by destiny just for you. It costs you nothing to be a little curious."

He bit his lip, thoughtful. Sandra wasn't entirely wrong. He had felt that pressing need to know she was safe that afternoon as night fell soon and he had felt that slight fragility that emanated from her despite his efforts to hide it. A fragility that resonated with what he himself felt.

He had tried to convince himself that it was only a good deed, but the truth was that his mind always sent him back the image of Elena, her shy smile, her big green eyes, the way she played with his hair when she was nervous.

And Sandra, that annoying Sandra, was also right about him pretending to be happy with his situation for too long. The truth was that he had been content to live for too long, even if before Elena, it had always been enough for him.

Maybe fate had given him a gift that night at the Christmas market by putting this beautiful young woman in his path.

And during the night, the idea of the guest sharing a simple meal with him had taken root. There was just one small problem: he didn't have her phone number.

He couldn't show up at her house, knock on the door and ask her point blank to come eat at his place. Worse still, her father could answer it and he would look very stupid.

"You could say you've lost your touch, Allen," Phil muttered, slamming the book shut, which he wasn't even reading.

He pulled the covers back sharply and got out of bed to make himself some tea, hoping to quiet his mind that was invaded by the thought of seeing Elena again. He liked her. More than he was willing to admit.

As he put the kettle on the stove, his gaze fell on a worn notebook, and suddenly an idea seemed to germinate in his mind.

He was going to drop a note in her mailbox. Nothing too intrusive. Nothing too direct or insistent. She was free to throw it away and never come to eat with him and they could both pretend that the note had never existed. He grabbed a pen and after a moment of hesitation, he wrote in his best handwriting :

"Elena,

I hope you are well.

I didn't know how to ask you, but, if you like the idea, I would like to invite you to dinner at my place this Friday evening at 7 p.m. Nothing formal, just a simple dinner.

Come to the living room and give me your answer or leave me a note in my mailbox. Or just ignore this note and we will pretend that I never wrote anything to you.

If your answer is no, I promise not to insist.

Phil."

And without waiting, he put on pants, his leather jacket, and, under the light of the street lamps, he left for Elena's place. He could have at least waited until morning, but he knew all his courage would have disappeared and he would have thrown away the note slipped into a pretty pale yellow envelope with the young woman's name scrawled on it.

He bit his lip, ready to turn around, but, as if pushed by an external force, he ended up sliding the envelope into the slot of the mailbox before turning away and going back home lost in thought.

"It's your turn now, Elena," he whispered, hoping she wouldn't ignore him.

It had been a long time since he had felt this way about a woman, and even longer since he had felt this mixture of nervousness and relief.

All day the next day, he cast frantic glances through the window of the hair salon. Every time someone passed by on the sidewalk, he looked up from his work, just in case it was her.

But she didn't come. He shrugged, shaking his head as he mentally called himself a moron.

"As if a woman as charming as her could be interested in a grumpy old man like you," he grumbled as he folded up some towels.

That's when the bell rang. He had forgotten to lock the door.

"We're closed," he said curtly without looking up.

"I can always write my answer and drop it in your mailbox," a soft voice said.

Phil looked up a little too quickly, cracking his neck in spite of himself.

"Elena," he said surprised.

There she was, in front of him, wrapped in a wool cardigan that was a little too light for the cold weather and the wind that was rustling the trees.

"I'd love to."

"What ?" Phil asked stupidly, raising an eyebrow.

"Dinner with you, Friday night. I'd love to."

For the first time in a long time, Phil smiled. A big smile that brought him an unexpected warmth. It was as if all of a sudden, his loneliness melted away like snow in the sun and an almost suffocating joy wrapped tightly around him.

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smilingformoney · 20 days ago

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Rickmas Day 7: Quiet Wishing

Character: Phil Allen (Blow Dry) Relationship(s): Phil/Reader, Shelley/Sandra Warnings: mention of extramarital affair

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Visiting your sister for Christmas every year was something that you dreaded and looked forward to in equal parts, both for the same reason: Phil Allen, your brother-in-law.

You looked forward to seeing him, because you were desperately in love with him.

You dreaded seeing him, because you were desperately in love with him.

You kept your visits to Keighley strictly once a year for this very reason. If you saw him more frequently, you might be tempted to do something very stupid. But if it was once a year, you could restrain yourself and spend the rest of the year yearning.

It was some cruel twist of fate which meant that you would never have met him if he wasn’t married to your sister. After all, your circles were completely separate. You had moved from Keighley as soon as you hit 18, and now you’d spent so long away that you’d lost your Yorkshire accent. And professionally, you were completely separate - he was a hairdresser, not just any hairdresser but a professional in the competitive hairdressing circuit, and your own career was far removed from his and Shelley’s.

So the only way you could have met Phil was through Shelley - at Christmas, in fact, when Shelley brought him around to meet the family before they got married a few months later. Phil was handsome, funny, confident; everything you wanted in a man. And he was engaged to your sister.

Christmas with Shelley, Phil and their son Brian was usually a lively affair, and this year, Phil and Shelley had invited their friend, and Phil’s model for their hairdressing competitions, Sandra, to stay for Christmas. Shelley had mentioned something about Sandra having fallen out with her parents, but she went into no further detail.

“There she is!” Phil announced with a grin when he opened the door to you a few days before the big day. “My favourite sister-in-law. Now Christmas can really get started!”

He scooped you up in a big hug, and you laughed as he picked you up from the ground slightly.

“I’m also your only sister-in-law,” you reminded him as he put you down.

“Yep, which means you’re my least favourite too. C’mon, get yourself inside, you’re letting all the warm air out. Brian! Come say ‘ello to your Auntie [Y/n]!”

Their teenage son, Brian, who was getting taller every year, came down the stairs to say a shy hello. He let you give him a hug, then slunk off to his room again.

“Kids,” Phil said with a roll of his eyes. “He won’t come out for nothin’ these days. You won’t see him again ‘til dinner now. Right - I’ll take your stuff up and get you a drink, you go have a sit down, love. Shelley’s in the living room with Sandra.”

When you entered the living room, your sister and her friend were sitting side-by-side on the three-seater sofa, whispering about something. Shelley looked up quickly as you entered, then smiled and stood up to give you a hug.

“Oh, there’s my elusive sister! How are you, love?”

“Honestly, Shell, I’m exhausted from the drive up here,” you replied. “Hell is the motorway at Christmas. This your friend, then?”

“Hiya, I’m Sandra,” said the friend, standing up to greet you. “It’s [Y/n], right? Hope you don’t mind my intruding on your Christmas this year.”

“‘Course not, the more the merrier! From what Shell says, you’re as much of her sister as I am.”

You didn’t notice the glance shared between the two women, because the door opened behind you, and Phil walked in with the largest glass of red wine he could pour.

“Crickey, Phil, you trying to get me drunk?” you laughed.

“What? Oh, nah, this is mine.” Phil grinned cheekily, then handed the glass to you. “Go on, it’s Christmas.”

“I won’t say no to that,” you replied, taking the glass gratefully from him before taking a seat on the sofa next to Shelley. Phil sat down in his usual armchair just to your right.

You had to be careful how much you drank at Christmas. Not enough, and you’d be too tense and self-conscious to enjoy yourself; too much, and you worried you’d do something really stupid. So you drank carefully, only accepting Phil’s offer of a refill when your last glass had been empty a while.

On Christmas Eve, you didn’t need Phil’s assistance to drink. You were ready to neck a whole bottle after that day’s events.

In the late afternoon, Phil was out getting some last-minute ingredients he’d forgotten to pick up, as was the norm for him. Brian was up in his room, blasting Nirvana on his CD player. Shelley was nowhere to be found.

Thinking you’d get some drinks ready for tomorrow, you made your way into the back garden, and opened the door to the shed.

You closed it almost immediately, your heart racing with shock, and you turned to leave quickly, but the damage was done. Shelley came running out of the shed, calling your name.

“[Y/n], wait! Wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Then what is it, Shell?!” you demanded, flabbergasted, turning on your heel to look at her. “‘Cause it sure looks to me like you were just eating Sandra’s face.”

“Shh, keep your voice down!” Shelley hissed, although with Phil out and Brian blasting his music, there was no one to hear. “Alright - alright, maybe it is what it looks like. But I can explain, okay?”

Sandra appeared then, cautiously stepping out from the shed, the guilty look on her face telling you everything you needed to know.

“God, this is bloody ridiculous,” you laughed incredulously. “All this time - I’ve been so careful - and yet here you are…”

You sighed and shook your head.

“How long’s this been going on, Shelley?”

“Only a few weeks.”

“Only! Bloody hell. What are you thinking?!”

“I know it’s wrong, I know! I can’t help it, [Y/n].” Shelley glanced at Sandra behind her, her pained expression softening, then looked back at you. “I just fell in love with her. Please, don’t - don’t tell Phil. We’re gonna tell him… after Christmas.”

“Is this why you fell out with your parents, Sandra?” you asked.

Sandra took a few tentative steps forward to join the conversation.

“It’s not ‘cause I fell in love with a married woman, if that’s what you mean.”

You nodded, understanding.

“They’re more worried that she’s a woman?”

Sandra nodded.

“Well, you know I don’t care about that part, Shell,” you told your sister. “I’d be just as mad if she was a bloke. True equality, that. But bringing her round here for Christmas knowing you’re gonna leave Phil for her’s one thing. But you couldn’t at least keep your hands off each other?”

The two women exchanged a guilty glance.

“You don’t know what it’s like, [Y/n],” Shelley said quietly. “Loving someone you can’t have… when they’re right there…”

You could have told her then. You were sorely tempted to tell her.

All these years, you’d kept your distance, done everything you could to hide your feelings for your sister’s husband, because as much as you loved him, you loved her more.

And here she was, giving in to her feelings for someone else with so little resistance.

It felt like an insult.

“I won’t tell Phil,” you conceded. “I won’t do you the service of ending your marriage for you.”

Shelley sighed with relief. “Thank you, [Y/n].”

“But when everything goes tits-up, don’t come crying to me,” you said firmly. “It doesn’t matter that you’re my sister. I won’t support you in breaking your husband’s heart.”

In the distance, you heard the sound of a car door slamming. Phil was home, and it was time for you to spend Christmas pretending everything was fine.

Fortunately, you were well-versed in that.

Three months later, the bell of Phil’s barbershop tinkled, announcing that someone had entered, but he didn’t look up from sweeping the floor.

“Sorry, forgot to lock the door. We’re closed.”

“Oi, I didn’t drive three hours for that attitude.”

Phil looked up suddenly, frowning.

“[Y/n]? What’re you doing ‘ere?”

You held up the bottle of wine that you were carrying.

“Thought you might need this.”

A few minutes later, Phil had fished out some wine glasses from a cupboard, and you were both now sitting in the back of the shop, you pouring the wine while Phil told you what had happened the day Shelley left him for Sandra.

“So now it’s just me and Brian,” he finished with a glum sigh, sinking back into his chair. “I won’t stop him seeing her, but I don’t want anything to do with her, or Sandra.”

“Phil… I’m really sorry. I never thought this was something Shelley would do.”

Phil shrugged. “Yeah, well, neither did I. Guess you never really know someone.” He look a swig from his glass, then looked at you with a frown. “Why’re you here comforting me, anyway? Shouldn’t you be with her?”

“Listen, I love Shelley. But being her sister doesn’t stop me knowing she’s in the wrong here. I know she couldn’t help falling in love with Sandra, but she could help carrying on an affair. She says she can’t help herself, but believe me, it’s entirely possible to resist someone you shouldn’t want. It’s bloody difficult, for sure… but it’s possible.”

Phil raised an eyebrow at you.

“Speaking from experience, are we?”

“I’m not here to talk about me,” you replied before taking a swig from your own glass. “I just… I want you to know, Phil… I’m here for you. Even if I’m three hours away, you only have to pick up the phone.”

Phil smiled, his tense demeanour relaxing a little.

“Thanks, [Y/n]. Means a lot to me, honest. I gotta admit - I was worried I’d not see you again now I’m divorcing your sister. Now you got no reason to visit, y’know?”

“Nah, it’ll take more than that for you to get rid of me,” you joked. “We’re mates, Phil. My sister’s terrible decisions ain’t getting in the way of that. I’m on your side.”

Phil smiled sadly.

“Most people are. It’s a small town, word gets around. When the wife leaves the husband for another woman, most people take the husband’s side. They come to me with a tirade about her - and I end up having to defend her, because I don’t want us to be the divorced parents who talk shit about each other.”

You took Phil’s hand in yours, gripping it firmly over the table.

“Ignore those people. They’re not really on your side. Maybe some of them are, the ones who are really your friends, but - the gossipers, they’re not with you, they’re just against her. ‘Cus she had an affair, ‘cus she’s gay, or both, whatever. But I promise you, Phil - I’m on your side.”

Phil looked at you searchingly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

“Why?”

Because I’m in love with you.

That’s what you wanted to say. But you couldn’t, not now. Not when he was still so vulnerable. You didn’t want to be a vulture, swooping in when he was hurt to take your opportunity. Yes, you wanted to tell him, you wanted to be with him - but now wasn’t the time. He didn’t need a new relationship; he needed a friend. And you loved him enough to be whatever he needed you to be, even if you selfishly wanted more.

“Because I’m your friend, Phil,” you said, and it was true.

The rest could wait. One day, you’d tell him everything, but until then, you’d spend your days appreciating what you had, and your nights quietly wishing for more.

Phil smiled, and squeezed your hand.

“Thank you, [Y/n]. I’m glad I’ve not lost you.”

“You never will.”

#rickmas2024 #phil allen #blow dry #alan rickman #phil x reader

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i-love-def-leppard · 1 year ago

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Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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.

THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

#def leppard fan fiction #def leppard one shot #def leppard x reader #joe elliott #rick savage #phil collen #rick allen #steve clark #works by i-love-def-leppard #def leppard fanfic #joe elliott fanfiction #rick savage fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #Rick Allen fanfic #Phil collen fanfic

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joes-sha-la-la-la-girl · 9 months ago

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For @steveperrysorgasmicpipes

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.

#def leppard #joe elliott #phil collen #rick savage #rick allen #vivian campbell #ellen's fic #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #def leppard x reader

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car-o-line · 1 month ago

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About me <3

Hi!! My names car-o-line, I use she/her pronouns and I’m 16, I will be so real that I only made this account because I feel like I’ve read everything and none of my favorite posters are not posting :(

Okay so let’s get with the rules and whatever🥳

Rules:

No, no, no, no, no smut or nsfw stuff! I am a minor and I don’t have experience writing or feel comfortable writing that stuff. I will write romantic stuff tho, just nothing like weird weird- No rape, noncon, incest, pedo stuff, proshipping or anything like that(I doubt anyone would ask yet I still will put it) AND if I do write for like a SA’d reader all details will be vague and would have a trigger warning at the top.

Okay! Now that’s out the way we’ll discuss violence🤯 I’m fine with violence if it’s in a request and has a purpose or is like a disability but I’m not just gonna let something be like “reader lost a nose, a eye, a whole leg, all at the same time blah blah blah” I don’t know how to take care of a wound let alone allat. I have a right to decline a request because I said so(very rarely tho) Don’t be mean to me, please😀 I will also mostly do head canons, not that I won’t do anything else but like.. Always gender neutral reader til specified. Everything that includes a child!reader with an adult will be strictly platonic, same thing with an adult!reader with a child. Also I’ll mostly do x!reader stuff. Other than that please always feel free to give me requests!💕

Fandoms:

Kny/Demon Slayer: I WILL do: All Hashira, all Uppermoons, all Slayers(Tanjiro, etc.), all lower ranked demons, all nurse inhabitants(Aoi etc.), and basically everyone idk

Tbhk/Jshk: I WILL do: Hanako/Amane, Nene, Kou, Mitsuba, Teru, Tsukasa, Sakura, Natsuhiko, Yako, Mr.Tsuchigomori, Aoi(girl), Akane(boy), and Mei.

Omori: I WILL do: Omori, HS Aubrey, HS Basil, HS Kel, HS Hero, HS Mari, Mari, Sunny, RW Basil, RW Aubrey, RW Kel, RW Hero, Polly, Sweetheart, and Captain SpaceBoy.

TPN: I WILL do: Emma, Norman, Ray, Isabella, Sister Krone, Phil, Connie, Gilda, Don, Nat, Anna.

Side note: I haven’t watched season 2 cuz I heard it was bad but I will eventually come around to it!

Mad Father: I WILL do: Aya, Robin, Monica, Alfred, Maria, Ines, Orge, Snowball, and Girl with no eyes.

Fnaf/Afton Family: I WILL do: All FNAF 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 animatronics, all missing children(Susie, Gabriel, Jeremy, Fritz, Cassidy, Charlotte, and Andrew),

Afton Family(William, Mrs.Afton, Michel, Evan(that’s his name for me), Elizabeth, and then others like Henry, Gregory, and Vanessa.

Danganronpa 1, 2, 3, USG: I WILL do: Everyone from THH, GBD, UDG(except Haji🙄), and KH.

The Evil Chronicles: I WILL do: Story of evil- Riliane Avadonia, Allen Avadonia , Kyle Marlon, Michela Arklow, and Germaine Avadonia

Evil food eater Conchita- Pollo, Arte, Banica Conchita, Carlos(Josef)

Night Series: I WILL do: Butler, Doll Girl, Doll Boy, Maid, Lady, Village Girl, Mistress and Master.

Little Nightmares: I WILL do: Six, Mono, RK, RCG, all comic kids, The Pretender, The Janitor, The twin chefs, The Hunter, The Teacher, The Bullies, The Doctor, The Viewers, The Lady, and The Thin Man.

Poppy Playtime: I WILL do: Poppy, Huggy, MLL, Catnap(Theodore), smiling critters, Ollie, the prototype, Kissy, Pj, and Bunzo

Vocaloid: I WILL do: Miku, Rin, Len, Luka, Meiko, Kaito, Gumi, Gakupo, Oliver, and Flower.

Okay that’s all I have to say!! Have a wonderful week!!😘

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rickmandowneyjr · 3 years ago

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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 · 2 years ago

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I Want a Baby

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

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

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

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?”

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muiitoloko · 8 months ago

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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.

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evans23 · 7 months ago

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Hello dear,

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December Moon - Colonel Brandon [A1]

Secret Watching - Judge Turpin

A treat - Sinclair Bryant

Darkest Night - David Friedman

Open Doors - Sinclair Bryant

Wrapped Tightly - Phil Allen

Quiet Wishing - Colonel Brandon [A2]

Never-ending Consequences - Sheriff of Nottingham

Unwanted Solitude - Judge Turpin [B1]

Lingering Touch - David Friedman

Out Of Reach - Judge Turpin [B2]

Missing Mirth - Hans Gruber

To Belong - Judge Turpin [B3]

Deceptive Kindness - Elliott Marston [C1]

Decorative Obsession - Sinclair Bryant

Thoughtful Gifts - Judge Turpin [D1]

Truthful Longing - Judge Turpin [D2]

Secret Visitor - Severus Snape

A Helping Hand - Elliott Marston [C2]

Wrongful Perceptions - Colonel Brandon [E1]

Heartfelt Confessions - Alexander Dane

Shivering Certainty - Colonel Brandon [E2]

Eve Of Revelations - Judge Turpin [D3]

Christmas Party - Judge Turpin - Colonel Brandon - Sinclair Bryant

Alan's character fics :

Severus Snape : The first time you were enough

David Friedman : A light in the dark

Judge Turpin : Loving you is a losing game

Judge Turpin : Loving you is worthing it

Sinclair Bryant : It started with a smile

Judge Turpin : Daughter of mine

David Friedman : You were his

Sinclair Bryant : Always and forever

Lionel Shabandar : The first and last one

Sinclair Bryant : I am yours

David Friedman : Cherished love

Judge Turpin : Daughter of mine II

Hans Gruber : Falling

David Friedman : I Shall Live On

Judge Turpin : Daughter of mine III

Judge Turpin : Daughter of mine IV

Judge Turpin : Daughter of mine V

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 2 years ago

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A Magical Mysteria (Def Leppard x Reader)

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

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

Words: 1,943

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

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July 28th, 1986

Dublin, Ireland

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On a night like this, everything felt sacred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yes, you could feel it.

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

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

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

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

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

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too-young-to-fall-in-love · 4 years ago

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a PSA for the idiots of the DL fandom:

#def leppard #rick savage #joe elliott #steve clark #rick allen #phil collen #vivian campbell #pete willis #srsly y’all need to calm down #like #x-readers are no better than slash #or less fetishy #honestly #y’all know what #x-readers are more fetishy cuz it’s self insert

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago

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fast times def leppard x reader

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

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

Song: we say summer by all time low

Edit cause I forgot:

Tag list: @cynic-spirit

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

"Really?"

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

"Joe!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ouch y/n, that really hurts."

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

"You'll live."

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

"Killjoy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why do you even bother?"

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

"Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"

I asked standing up and stretching.

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

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

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

He raised a brow before sending Rick a knowing glare.

"Unless it got washed off in the pool."

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

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

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

"That's what you think."

He said wickedly.

"Don't you dare."

I said sternly, warning him.

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

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

"Joey!"

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

"Put me down!"

I yelled as the rest of the guys laughed.

"Okay."

He laughed out before walking faster.

"No!"

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

"Asshole!"

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

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

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

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

I shook my head, squinting in the sunlight.

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

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

"here you are."

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

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

i half joked.

"is that a challenge?"

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

"in your dreams lover boy."

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

"oh thats it!"

he said loudly, grabbing my leg.

"no!"

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

"joe let go!"

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

"okay okay! ill swim with you dorks."

i finally caved, joe still holding me to him.

"good."

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

"oh is that how its going to be?"

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

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

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

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

#wattpad #x reader #def leppard #joe elliott #steve clark #rick savage #phil collen #rick allen #imagines #one shot #239

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