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With You

Summary: Kurt and Jimi draw closer. This is based on the manga Shiori Experience.

Pairings: Kurt Cobain/Jimi Hendrix

Kurt sat against a building with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he silently watched people walking by, unaware of his presence. Now that he is a spirit, people won’t annoy him with interviews, autographs, and photos which made him happy in a way. He used his new life as a ghost to his advantage to just relax, play music, and watch people go about their normal lives. He did miss his wife Courtney and his baby girl, Francis, back in America. He made a mental note to pay her a visit when she gets older, but right now he has business to do with other legendary musicians. Musicians he didn’t think he would ever meet. Janis Joplin, Brian Jones, Jim Morrison and of course, Jimi Hendrix. 

Kurt admired Jimi so much that he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory just like he did. Jimi was one of his inspirations to pick up the guitar. He loved his sound, his voice, his looks, everything. Kurt blushed at the memory of him and Jimi playing together. They drove the crowd wild, nearly bringing the house down. He will never forget that night. 

Standing up, Kurt dusted the back of his pants and put his cigarette out on the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way up the street. He walked with his head slightly down uncaring of the people around him. They wouldn’t see or feel him anyway. Kurt then bumped into someone nearly making him fall. He caught himself and looked up to see Jimi Hendrix, fashionably dressed as usual with a cigarette held between his lips. Speak of the Devil. Kurt thought. 

Kurt blushed and quickly apologized. “S-sorry..” 

Jimi smiled down at him. “It’s alright, Kurt. What are you doing out here all by yourself?” 

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and looked away shyly. “Ford is asleep, and I got bored, so I decided to go for a walk and explore this city.” 

Jim nodded his head. “I see. Shiori is at her home asleep as well. I swear, I don’t know what that girl would do without me,” Jimi laughed a bit shaking his head.

Kurt chuckled. “She has become very attached to you, which is no shocker. You’re one of the greatest guitar players in the world.”

Jimi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Thanks. You’re not a bad guitarist yourself, Kurt. If you were Shiori’s ghost instead of me, she would still become a legendary player.”

Kurt’s heart fluttered at that. “That means a lot coming from you. I look up to you, you know.” 

Jimi chuckled, “Is that so?”

He stood next to Kurt and draped an arm around his shoulders, his expensive cologne invading his nostrils. Kurt’s face turned red as tomatoes and resisted jumping away. He looked wide eyed at Jimi and slightly panicked. Jimi noticed his little panic attack and laughed softly.

He rubbed Kurt’s shoulder telling him to relax and led them up the street. They walked for a bit in silence until a question arose in Jimi’s head.

“What do you like about me, hm?”

Jimi took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke in the air, looking at Kurt from the side. Kurt swallowed hard and tucked a strand of hair behind his red tinted ear, a habit he’s always had whenever he got nervous.

“Uh.. Um…I-I like a lot of things about you. Your music, how you play, your style. I like your personality too. I always thought we had something in common aside from us being from Washington.”

Jimi pulled him closer. “I do feel a connection between us, and I never felt that way toward any other musician. There is something I fancy about you, Kurt. I too love your sound and how you play. You’re a nice kid and (he looked him up and down) not bad to look at.”

Kurt’s heart skipped a beat at Jimi’s complement. He never had much self-esteem and hearing that from Jimi Hendrix made him want to do cartwheels all through the city. A small smile spread across his face as he looked at Jim and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Looking around, Jimi spotted an area that was fairly secluded and guided them over.

“Let’s sit down over there.”

They walked over to a hard wooden bench that was in front of a few closed stores and sat down. Jimi pulled Kurt close making his face turn a shade of dusty red. Kurt bit his bottom lip as he looked Jimi in his dark, sparkling eyes with Jimi staring into Kurt’s blue ones, feeling almost mesmerized.

“You’re beautiful, Kurt. And I don’t say that to a lot of men.”

Kurt placed his hand on Jimi’s cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb. “You’re beautiful too, Jimi. I love your looks more than anything about you.”

Jimi took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. He touched the hand that was on his cheek and pressed it closer. Lust began to show in his eyes.

  “Well then, why don’t we have a little romance before the night is gone,” Jimi gave him a flirtatious wink. 

Kurt felt his body heat up and had a strong urge to kiss the other man. He wasn’t gay, but Jimi made him feel different. A feeling no man has ever made him feel. Gulping, Kurt shakily lifted his other hand and pressed it on Jimi’s other cheek. Jimi’s face was now cradled in Kurt’s hands and he blushed when Kurt brought his face closer. 

Soft, slightly chapped lips gingerly met his causing his eyes to widen then shut close as he returned the kiss passionately. Kurt moaned softly and raised one of his hands from Jimi’s cheek and placed it on the back of his head, pressing their lips closer. Jimi hummed when he felt Kurt's fingers dig into his afro and softly scratch at his scalp, making him comb his own fingers through Kurt’s stringy hair. Just when their kiss got more heated, their tongues dancing against each other, Kurt broke the kiss. With a smirk, he gave Jimi’s bottom lip a slow lick followed by a soft bite.

Jimi moaned and took Kurt's face into his hands and kissed between his brows.

"You're a good kisser, babe."

“You are too," Kurt said, kissing his lips again.

With a mischievous grin, Kurt leaned down to peck and suckle at Jimi's neck. Jimi let his head fall back and enjoyed the feeling of lips, teeth and tongue gently kissing, nibbling and licking at his skin. Kurt pulled away and placed a kiss under his chin.  

“That felt nice, baby. And you taste so good,” Jimi muttered. 

“You taste good too, Jimi...come here.”

Kurt grabbed Jimi’s chin with his index finger and thumb and pressed his lips back to his. They wrapped their arms around each other and continued their lovemaking until they couldn’t feel their lips anymore. With a final kiss, they pulled away and rested their foreheads together. Kurt’s face was flustered and his eyes were glazed with love with Jimi being in the same state as him.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and moved forward to place a tender kiss on Jimi’s cheek and another on his forehead. Jimi smiled at the feeling and lowered his head to kiss at Kurt’s neck. Kurt threw his head back and let the other musician pepper his neck and chest with kisses.

Jimi pulled away and let out a quiet laugh. “How was that, babe?”

Kurt chuckled and carefully combed his fingers through Jimi’s afro making sure not to get them caught. He loved the feeling of his hair. “It was wonderful. We should do this again another time.”

“We should. I’m down for tomorrow after the show. What do you say?”

Kurt moved his lips to Jimi’s ear and gave it a small nibble before whispering into it, “Okay. Let’s meet here again tomorrow night.”

Jimi shivered a bit at the ticklish feeling and agreed. “Sure. And don’t tell the other’s about this yet.”

Kurt pulled away and nodded his head. “Of course. If they found out about us, I don’t know how they would react. Let’s keep our relationship a secret, for now.”

"Deal."

Jimi then leaned down to rest his head against Kurt’s chest and wrapped his arms around his lean waist. Kurt smiled lovingly and held Jimi closer to him, inhaling the scent of his hair. The two stayed like that for a while with Kurt running his fingers soothingly through Jimi’s afro making him sink deep into relaxation. He didn’t know how long their relationship would last, but he hoped it would remain when they left this world and into the afterlife. 

R.I.P to Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix. Two legends gone, but never forgotten. 🌹

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Alastor would definitely enjoy the bitterest dark chocolate as a treat. Who agrees?

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Wasn't Kurt Bisexual?

do you think jimi hendrix knows there's a manga about him as a ghost teaching guitar to a japanese schoolteacher and that people ship him with kurt cobain's ghost

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With You

Summary: Kurt and Jimi draw closer. This is based on the manga Shiori Experience.

Pairings: Kurt Cobain/Jimi Hendrix

Kurt sat against a building with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips as he silently watched people walking by, unaware of his presence. Now that he is a spirit, people won’t annoy him with interviews, autographs, and photos which made him happy in a way. He used his new life as a ghost to his advantage to just relax, play music, and watch people go about their normal lives. He did miss his wife Courtney and his baby girl, Francis, back in America. He made a mental note to pay her a visit when she gets older, but right now he has business to do with other legendary musicians. Musicians he didn’t think he would ever meet. Janis Joplin, Brian Jones, Jim Morrison and of course, Jimi Hendrix. 

Kurt admired Jimi so much that he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory just like he did. Jimi was one of his inspirations to pick up the guitar. He loved his sound, his voice, his looks, everything. Kurt blushed at the memory of him and Jimi playing together. They drove the crowd wild, nearly bringing the house down. He will never forget that night. 

Standing up, Kurt dusted the back of his pants and put his cigarette out on the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way up the street. He walked with his head slightly down uncaring of the people around him. They wouldn’t see or feel him anyway. Kurt then bumped into someone nearly making him fall. He caught himself and looked up to see Jimi Hendrix, fashionably dressed as usual with a cigarette held between his lips. Speak of the Devil. Kurt thought. 

Kurt blushed and quickly apologized. “S-sorry..” 

Jimi smiled down at him. “It’s alright, Kurt. What are you doing out here all by yourself?” 

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and looked away shyly. “Ford is asleep, and I got bored, so I decided to go for a walk and explore this city.” 

Jim nodded his head. “I see. Shiori is at her home asleep as well. I swear, I don’t know what that girl would do without me,” Jimi laughed a bit shaking his head.

Kurt chuckled. “She has become very attached to you, which is no shocker. You’re one of the greatest guitar players in the world.”

Jimi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Thanks. You’re not a bad guitarist yourself, Kurt. If you were Shiori’s ghost instead of me, she would still become a legendary player.”

Kurt’s heart fluttered at that. “That means a lot coming from you. I look up to you, you know.” 

Jimi chuckled, “Is that so?”

He stood next to Kurt and draped an arm around his shoulders, his expensive cologne invading his nostrils. Kurt’s face turned red as tomatoes and resisted jumping away. He looked wide eyed at Jimi and slightly panicked. Jimi noticed his little panic attack and laughed softly.

He rubbed Kurt’s shoulder telling him to relax and led them up the street. They walked for a bit in silence until a question arose in Jimi’s head.

“What do you like about me, hm?”

Jimi took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke in the air, looking at Kurt from the side. Kurt swallowed hard and tucked a strand of hair behind his red tinted ear, a habit he’s always had whenever he got nervous.

“Uh.. Um…I-I like a lot of things about you. Your music, how you play, your style. I like your personality too. I always thought we had something in common aside from us being from Washington.”

Jimi pulled him closer. “I do feel a connection between us, and I never felt that way toward any other musician. There is something I fancy about you, Kurt. I too love your sound and how you play. You’re a nice kid and (he looked him up and down) not bad to look at.”

Kurt’s heart skipped a beat at Jimi’s complement. He never had much self-esteem and hearing that from Jimi Hendrix made him want to do cartwheels all through the city. A small smile spread across his face as he looked at Jim and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Looking around, Jimi spotted an area that was fairly secluded and guided them over.

“Let’s sit down over there.”

They walked over to a hard wooden bench that was in front of a few closed stores and sat down. Jimi pulled Kurt close making his face turn a shade of dusty red. Kurt bit his bottom lip as he looked Jimi in his dark, sparkling eyes with Jimi staring into Kurt’s blue ones, feeling almost mesmerized.

“You’re beautiful, Kurt. And I don’t say that to a lot of men.”

Kurt placed his hand on Jimi’s cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb. “You’re beautiful too, Jimi. I love your looks more than anything about you.”

Jimi took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. He touched the hand that was on his cheek and pressed it closer. Lust began to show in his eyes.

  “Well then, why don’t we have a little romance before the night is gone,” Jimi gave him a flirtatious wink. 

Kurt felt his body heat up and had a strong urge to kiss the other man. He wasn’t gay, but Jimi made him feel different. A feeling no man has ever made him feel. Gulping, Kurt shakily lifted his other hand and pressed it on Jimi’s other cheek. Jimi’s face was now cradled in Kurt’s hands and he blushed when Kurt brought his face closer. 

Soft, slightly chapped lips gingerly met his causing his eyes to widen then shut close as he returned the kiss passionately. Kurt moaned softly and raised one of his hands from Jimi’s cheek and placed it on the back of his head, pressing their lips closer. Jimi hummed when he felt Kurt's fingers dig into his afro and softly scratch at his scalp, making him comb his own fingers through Kurt’s stringy hair. Just when their kiss got more heated, their tongues dancing against each other, Kurt broke the kiss. With a smirk, he gave Jimi’s bottom lip a slow lick followed by a soft bite.

Jimi moaned and took Kurt's face into his hands and kissed between his brows.

"You're a good kisser, babe."

“You are too," Kurt said, kissing his lips again.

With a mischievous grin, Kurt leaned down to peck and suckle at Jimi's neck. Jimi let his head fall back and enjoyed the feeling of lips, teeth and tongue gently kissing, nibbling and licking at his skin. Kurt pulled away and placed a kiss under his chin.  

“That felt nice, baby. And you taste so good,” Jimi muttered. 

“You taste good too, Jimi...come here.”

Kurt grabbed Jimi’s chin with his index finger and thumb and pressed his lips back to his. They wrapped their arms around each other and continued their lovemaking until they couldn’t feel their lips anymore. With a final kiss, they pulled away and rested their foreheads together. Kurt’s face was flustered and his eyes were glazed with love with Jimi being in the same state as him.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and moved forward to place a tender kiss on Jimi’s cheek and another on his forehead. Jimi smiled at the feeling and lowered his head to kiss at Kurt’s neck. Kurt threw his head back and let the other musician pepper his neck and chest with kisses.

Jimi pulled away and let out a quiet laugh. “How was that, babe?”

Kurt chuckled and carefully combed his fingers through Jimi’s afro making sure not to get them caught. He loved the feeling of his hair. “It was wonderful. We should do this again another time.”

“We should. I’m down for tomorrow after the show. What do you say?”

Kurt moved his lips to Jimi’s ear and gave it a small nibble before whispering into it, “Okay. Let’s meet here again tomorrow night.”

Jimi shivered a bit at the ticklish feeling and agreed. “Sure. And don’t tell the other’s about this yet.”

Kurt pulled away and nodded his head. “Of course. If they found out about us, I don’t know how they would react. Let’s keep our relationship a secret, for now.”

"Deal."

Jimi then leaned down to rest his head against Kurt’s chest and wrapped his arms around his lean waist. Kurt smiled lovingly and held Jimi closer to him, inhaling the scent of his hair. The two stayed like that for a while with Kurt running his fingers soothingly through Jimi’s afro making him sink deep into relaxation. He didn’t know how long their relationship would last, but he hoped it would remain when they left this world and into the afterlife. 

R.I.P to Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix. Two legends gone, but never forgotten. 🌹

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hello tarboy community

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Handsome 😍

Tarboy, Egz

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@gee-ky @supernaturalandstuff123 heeyyy look at this completely different but still AWESOMD video

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I love these so much!

Tarboy art dump <3

^^ the Roblox oc belongs to @/purgatorei on all platforms

tarboy doodles down below blehh mostly paper /digital

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tarboy/James lee discord server

if your a tarboy fan, or love James lee's art in general, you can join the new James lee discord server, where you can chat or post art about tarboy or James lee.

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Lol I saw this video. She passes out on top of him. 

Keith Richards ‘aving a nap during the Exile on Main Street Tour - 1972

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I have a tank top just like this. I got it on etsy. 

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What is Keith’s sexuality? Is he bi too?

In 1963 John dropped in at Jagger’s Edith Grove residence one afternoon and found Jagger and Keith Richards naked in bed together.

“I’m not sure about those two, you know” he told Paul “What do you think?”.

John was surprised. Not of Mick’s bisexuality, but surprised Mick was VERY COMFORTABLE WITH HIS SEXUALITY.

Something both John and Paul weren’t.

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I remember seeing this but I don’t remember the name of the video. I’ll keep searching for it. Enjoy this little treat for now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ylmf_xRgfrs

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where can i watch this interview?

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Stan has a new girlfriend?

Where is the new episode of Season 23?? I really need to see Stan's new girlfriend! Please!

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Treatment

After a day of dragon cycling, Marco tends to a battered and bruised Tom. This takes place during A Boy and His DC-700XE episode. I hope you like it!

“But no, I’m definitely not going to do this again.” Marco went over to Tom and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You're really battered. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just in a little pain.” Tom placed his hands behind his back and gave it a crack. Marco gave him a worried look.

“Lets go to my place. I’ll treat your injuries.”

“Um okay.”

Marco waved goodbye to Hekapoo, Talon and Kelly.

“Bye guys. I’m going to go take care of Tom.”

“See you later, Marco!” called Hekapoo.

“Later, dude!” waved Talon.

“Alright, Tom. Lets go.”

Tom opened a fire portal and both boys stepped inside. They exited the portal and walked into Marco’s bedroom. With a sigh, Tom sat himself on Marco’s bed. Marco got in front of him and looked over his injuries. All three of his eyes were swollen with a few bruises on his face, as well as abrasions on his elbows.

Marco lifted up Tom’s shirt and looked at the ugly bruises that littered his abdomen. Marco winced and pulled his shirt back down.

“Man, you look bad. I’m going to go get the first aid kit and a few ice packs. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Marco ran out of the room and returned a few moments later with a first aid kit and a few ice packs. He set the items on the bed next to Tom and opened the first aid kit.

“Alright, take off your shirt.”

Tom did what he was told and removed his shirt dropping it to the floor. Marco grabbed some ointment and a cotton ball and got to work on the scrapes on Tom’s elbows. Making sure they were disinfected and clean, he wrapped them up with gauze.

“Okay. Now you’re face.”

Marco took Tom’s face into his hands and inspected his black and blue eyes. Tom blushed as he looked into Marco’s warm, cocoa colored eyes. They were beautiful to the demon prince. Gentleness and concern radiated from the brown orbs as he looked over the battered state of Tom’s face. Marco noticed the blush and pulled away.

“Um, let me get a warm washcloth so I can wipe the smeared eyeliner from under your eyes.”

“Alright and Marco...” Marco turned around to look at Tom.

“Thanks.. For taking care of me. You’re a real friend.” Marco smiled at him.

“You’re welcome buddy.”

Marco left the room again and came back with a warm washcloth in his hands. He stood in front of Tom and leaned over to carefully wipe the smeared black eyeliner from under his eyes. Tom flinched when he put a little too much pressure on the bruises.

“I’m sorry.” Marco pulled the cloth away and grabbed an ice pack.

“Okay this might hurt a little. Ready?”

“I’m ready. Go ahead.” Marco placed the ice pack on one of Tom’s eyes causing him to let out a yelp.

“Shh I know. Can you handle the other two eyes?” Tom held the ice pack to his bottom left eye.

“Yeah. I can do it.”

“Okay. You’re going to have to lay down.” Tom laid himself on Marco’s bed and flinched when he felt another ice pack on his right eye and top eye. Now he had three ice packs covering his eyes.

“The swelling should go down within a few days. It normally takes about 1 to 2 weeks for black eyes to heal. Just be sure to keep icing them.”

“There is no ice in the underworld, so do you mind if I take these home with me?”

“Not at all, dude. If the ice melts, just come back here and I’ll give you some. Now, moving on to your stomach.” Marco grabbed a few more ice packs and gently placed them on Tom’s abdomen. Tom jumped and yelped at the cold feeling but then relaxed once it started to numb away the pain.

“There, you just rest up now. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks again Marco. You’re too sweet.” Marco blushed and let out a chuckle.

“It’s no problem. If one of my friends get hurt, it’s up to me to treat their wounds. That’s just who I am.”

“I wish I could be as nice and cool as you Marco. I would have so much more friends If I were like you.” Marco looked at Tom with sympathy and sat on the bed next to him.

“But you are nice Tom. More than that actually. You’re an angel. You have improved so much since the Blood Moon Ball and became one of the most caring guys I have ever met. When I saw how much you have changed, I was in disbelief. I was like, is this really the same demon that had the most explosive temper I have ever seen? He’s become so kind and gentle. You may not see yourself this way, but I do and so does Star. If you were still your old self, would Star have gotten back together with you?” A soft smile formed on Tom’s lips.

“I'm lucky to have someone like you as a friend Tom, and stop thinking you are not cool because you are. In fact, you’re one of the coolest guys I know. From your kick-butt powers to your fashion sense, you are the epitome of awesome.”

A tear rolled down Tom’s cheek as his words touched his heart. No one has ever complimented him like that. People only respected him because of his stature. It really made him feel good that he is not seen as a loser in someone's eyes. Sitting up, letting the ice packs slid off his person, he pulled Marco into a tight embrace. Shocked by the hug, Marco embraced him back.

“Thank you, Marco. Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I would still be my old self and struggling with low self-esteem.”

“I have low self-esteem too Tom, but we can work on our insecurities together.”

“Yeah.” Tom hugged Marco tighter and let go.

“Do you um..mind If I spend the night with you?”

“Not at all, buddy. You can spend the night with me anytime you want.” Tom smiled brightly.

“Awesome let me get a pair of pajamas from my place.”

“Or you can wear a pair of my pajamas.” Tom shrugged. “That’s fine.”

Marco rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a t shirt that had Mackie Hand on it and a pair of light blue pajama pants. He handed them to Tom.

“Thanks dude.” Tom stripped himself out of his clothes and slipped on the pajamas. Marco did the same with his clothes and put on his matching pajamas set.

“Do you want to play some video games?”

“Sure.” Marco selected a kung Fu game and turned his television on. He put the disk into his gaming platform and handed Tom a controller.

“Here you go.” Tom took it and sat down in the bean bag chair in front of Marco’s bed. Marco sat down next to him and began to play.

“How do you feel? I’ll give you some aspirin if you’re still in pain.”

“I feel okay now, but I’ll let you know if the pain returns.”

The boys stayed up all night playing video games and just talking to each other until they grew tired. Letting out a yawn, Marco turned his TV off and climbed into his bed. Tom climbed in next to him and carefully placed his arms around him. Marco blushed as he was pressed close to Tom’s warm body. Smiling, he snuggled closer to him.

“Good night, Marco.”

“Goodnight, Tom.” Marco turned around in Tom’s arms and buried his face into his chest. Tom rested his chin on top of Marco’s head. He was grateful to have someone like Marco in his life. He will never find someone as loving as the boy in his arms. Placing a soft kiss in his thick brown hair, he closed his sore eyes and gave his body a much-needed rest.