#Chris Cornell x reader

[callme2heaven]

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Chris is so pretty🥹

[stevenssticks]

CAN WE GET THREESOME WITH CHRIS AND EDDIE (him being sub) PLEASEEEEEE

WHOEVER SENT THIS IN BLESS YOU OMG. thinking about being between these two men rn. oh my god.

chris and eddie would be a dream together. chris would be sitting in an arm chair in your bedroom, watching you and eddie make out on his bed. he'd have a hand around his cock, watching the two of you closely. when he's had enough of waiting, he'd tell eddie, "eat her out, eds." and eddie of course is eager to please. he slides down your body, removing your shorts and panties. he blows hot air on your pussy, inhaling you and pressing a light kiss to your clit.

eddie's got a hand under himself, hips thrusting into the hand tight around his cock. he moans into your pussy, fucking your hole with his tongue, letting spit dribble down his chin. the slurping sounds coming from his mouth are obscene, making your legs shake and chris' hand tighten around his own cock. "suck on her clit, baby, good boy..." chris directs, and eddie is eager to do exactly what he says.

when chris decides you're ready, he urges eddie to get up. walking over to the bed, he orders eddie to get on his back. chris gets you up onto your knees, urging you to straddle him, chris' own cock pressing up against your ass as you press down on eddie's cock. eddie whines, long and high. hips twitching up into you. chris keeps his grip on your hips, helping you move up and down on eddie's cock. "she feel good, eddie? i bet she does. so tight and wet. make it good for her." eddie is thrusting his hips up to meet yours, but chris isn't satisfied with the job he's doing.

he lifts you off eddie, "go sit at the edge of the bed for a sec, eds." and then chris is leaning up against the headboard, helping you straddle him and then fucking up into you hard and fast. eddie comes over to the two of you, rubbing up behind you and kissing up your neck, massaging your tits in his big hands, beard grazing your neck.

suddenly, chris once again picks you up and flips you around, letting eddie fuck you from behind once again. chris comes up in front of you, tapping the tip of his dick to your lips, wet with your slick. eddie presses down over you as you moan around chris' cock. his thrusts get sloppy, hand reaching under you to rub at your clit as you scream for the both of them.

"oh fuck, i'm cumming, chris.. can i cum?" eddie asks, and chris nods to him. eddie immediately blows his load inside you, hips stuttering wildly as he presses down on your clit even harder. chris takes your head in both his hands, pushing you down on him all the way, as he cums down your throat with a loud groan. "atta girl... swallow it all. so good... you gonna cum too?"

you spasm around eddie's over sensitized cock, electricity shooting up your spine, legs trembling.

when you are all spent, chris does a little dash to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth while you wait with eddie, laying on top of him. chris would wipe you both down, and then himself, before getting into bed with the two of you. telling you how good you did for him, how good you made him feel, eddie and him pressing kisses all over you<333

[leftcollectiongardener]

there needs to be more Layne Staley and Chris Cornell fics ASAP 🙏🙏🙏

[sweetsweetjellybean]

Eddie's career as a sound engineer catapulted him into a world he had only dreamt of back in his Hawkins days, getting to rub elbows with many talented artists, including some of the bands he had admired as a kid scraping together change just to buy a single.

Chris Cornell and Eddie's friendship began shortly after Eddie's arrival in LA. Following a day of recording at the Laurel Canyon studio, where Eddie was still finding his feet as an intern, the entire staff was invited to hang out. Amid the buzz of conversation and flowing drinks, Eddie stood somewhat apart, feeling terribly shy and unsure of himself and a whole lot starstruck. He quietly nursed a bottle of Dos Equis, picking at the label as the party flowed around him.

By all accounts, Chris was a really friendly guy. He had a way of drawing people in and making them feel comfortable, always listening without judgment. When he noticed Eddie hovering by his Martin D-28 Marquis, he simply asked, "Hey man, do you play?" Eddie's brows shot into his hairline as he looked around, making sure the question was really being directed at him. A shy nod had Chris encouraging, "What are you waiting for?"

The room quieted down as Eddie picked up the guitar, treating it with the same reverence as if was just asked to hold Chris’s firstborn. Settling on the arm of the sofa, he cradled the guitar in his lap, running his fingers along its neck. The strings squeaked under his gentle exploration, getting a feel for every curve and edge like he would a woman. The sharpness of the bronze strings pressing against his calloused fingers felt familiar, almost second nature. With a hard swallow to muster his courage, Eddie let the first sweet notes of Guns N' Roses' "Patience" fill the air. He nearly missed the key change when the snarl of Chris’s voice joined in with the lyrics.

It was that night Eddie found a kindred spirit in Chris, starting a friendship that continued through their lifetime—helping each other times using music to convey their troubles and, later, their triumphs. Chris even got Eddie to start listening to the Beatles although he was too stubborn to admit it.

Eddie was inconsolable when Chris died in May of 2018—dropping everything to fly out to LA for the service. Then again in October to travel to Seattle for the unveiling of Chris’s memorial statue, placing a small bouquet and a pack of strings at his feet. To this day CursedSound makes a yearly donation to ChildHaven and MusiCares in Chris’s name.

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Rest in peace Chris. You aren't forgotten. Remember you aren't alone. Connect with people you can trust. https://988lifeline.org/

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙇: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯

» summary: you promised to be by your boyfriend’s side, even though you weren’t together anymore (?)

» word count: 3k

» warnings: fluff, major angst towards the end (w/a happy ending, i guess?), alcohol & drugs, grammar issues

— 1988

"come onnn, you should definitely go with me. they are all amazing, i'm not saying these because my brother is in there." your friend, melinda, was trying to convince you to go to show of her bassist brother mike's and her drummer boyfriend, sean's new band.

"i don't know, mel, tomorrow evening i will be hella exhausted from work and i don't think i will have enough energy to go see them."

"i can take you there with cab after work!" she suggested. you shrugged. "then, maybe..." she didn't even let you finish and hugged you. "you won't regret it! you know how good my brother is at bass, and this guy, layne, oh my god... you would be fascinated by him i swear. and the guitarist, jerry, he's—"

"okay, okay. let it be a surprise to me."

like you told yourself, you were exhausted as hell. gladly you saw melinda inside a cab and she was waving at you. you smiled and entered the cap, sat next to her.

after about 40 minutes you arrived at the place. you grabbed drinks for you two and stood close to the stage. you really wanted to go and rest, or sitting somewhere here, at least

a couple of minutes later, the show started. melinda was right, you were fascinated by their frontman's voice. he was a brunette man with big, blue eyes. his voice was just, so unique and powerful you couldn't even describe it.

then you laid your eyes on the blond guitarist with blue eyes. he was wearing a white vest and revealing his torso. you first watched how his fingers were moving on the neck of his guitar. he was absolutely talented. you then looked at his face. damn, you thought. his platinum yellow hair was looking majestic while he was headbanging. your cheeks flushed and you felt melinda's smirk on you. you shake your head and start to pay attention to the rest of the band.

after about 30 minutes, the show ended. you clapped at them loudly like everyone else. they really were something else. you felt like they were going to be an impactful band in the future.

"come on, you already know mike and sean. let me meet you with layne and jerry." you wanted to protest at first but she was already dragging you backstage. when you two approached the guys, melinda hugged everyone except her boyfriend, sean. she kissed him and you saw mike's gaze at them. you then hugged mike and sean. melinda then coughed. "jerry, layne, this is [name]. a good friend of mine and mike's."

"hi, nice to meet you!" layne smiled at you. you returned the smile at him. "nice to meet you too. i, i don't know how to say but i've never heard a voice like yours, you're very talented." you saw his cheeks get slightly pinkish and responded with a cheerful thanks.

"let's get some drinks!" you heard sean's voice and started to follow him. jerry was walking beside you. "hi," you muttered to him. "what's up?" he responded. "nothing much, i should ask you this. how do you feel after your first show?" he yawned. "it wasn't my first show but today was great." you pressed your lips together. "okay," you simply answered and found nothing to talk about.

you never talked again, or let's say when you would encounter, you would talk 2 sentences. you thought he didn't like you, or you were just boring to him.

it was until one day, you were at a vinyl shop, the owner of the shop let you put rumours by fleetwood mac on the phonograph. you were dancing and care less about the people who were watching you. you then met with jerry's crystal blue eyes and his smile.

"you like fleetwood mac?" he asked.

"i love fleetwood mac." you answered while smiling at him.

that's how you become close. you talked about your favorite bands, and you learnt that you and him were listening to the same bands mostly. when he asked you what other music genres you're listening to, you told him that you like country music. and he immediately knew he wanted to know and meet you more.

the guys were shocked. because they thought you two didn't like each other. and look at you two now, you were sitting next to each other. you were playing an old, country song on an acoustic guitar while he was singing the lyrics with his angelic voice. layne sure had a powerful voice, but he couldn't sing peacefully like jerry right now, you thought.

sometimes, you would invite him over to listen to your favourite bands, he then either would sing, or play the song you wanted on acoustic guitar. music was the most important thing to connect you two.

you later discovered that he was great at arcade games you were great at too. so you would challenge him often. and the person who lost had to either buy a drink or food.

it came to the point where you would just invite him over and cook for him, or he would take you out to a good place (one day, he invited you over to their apartment and tried to cook for you, but it didn't result good. so when he would come over to you, you would teach him how to cook properly.)

after a while, you decided that you had mixed feelings about him. he was silly, talented, creative, and a good person. you loved his presence. and you loved him. but did you love him as a friend, or as a lover?

eventually, you decided you loved him as a lover.

two years later, they released their first album, facelift. it had a huge impact on the grunge scene for sure. you knew it from the beginning. you all met at your usual bar, celebrating their success. you then realized jerry was quieter than usual. you wanted to talk with him after.

everyone was either asleep or drunk. you were the only sober person there. when you looked at jerry, he was tipsy. "jer, is everything alright?" you asked him worried. he gulped and then looked at you.

"i, i don't know where to start." he mumbled softly. you then caressed his hands. "it's okay, take your time. you know i won't judge you." he nodded.

"i believe we did something really explosive. and i don't know what our way is going to be after this. i always wanted to be a rockstar. but this rockstar life makes me wonder about our future. what if some of us die because of alcohol or drugs? i don't want that, i want all of us to be together in the future." he then stopped and caressed your hand. this action made your cheeks flush.

"and i want you by my side too, now and ever. i love you, [name]" he said looking deeply into your eyes. you couldn't help but smile to yourself. "i've loved you first." he leaned close to your face. "but i'm pretty sure i've fallen in love with you harder." he smiled at you, your foreheads then touching.

"i promise to always be by your side, even if we break up in the future."

he grunted. "and i promise, i won't let it happen."

and before he could, you connected your lips slowly. he wasn't surprised so he kissed you back. after a couple of seconds, you heard someone's whistle. it was layne, he was smirking at you two. you didn't pull still, you didn't want to.

— 1996

promises were made to be broken, you thought. both of you couldn't keep your promises.

after releasing their first album, they got hella popular. they've attended various shows and tours, made friends from the music world. and besides their drinking habit, they've added drugs into their habits. these wouldn't reflect their career at that time, though.

but things got serious then. mike already had his drug habit before the release of facelift. and it got worse. in the beginning of 1993, he left. (or should you say 'fired'?) their new bassist's name was also mike. you liked him, he was talented and a humble guy. but the thing is, he kinda looked like old mike and it made seem pretty weird to you, at least.

you didn't even realize how your relationship with jerry got into after the release of jar of flies. he would come back to your arms again after an exhausting day, but he started to barely talk to you. you thought maybe he was just exhausted. but no,

not only that, when you two would go on dates, he would look soulless, or bored. you knew he was having a busy and hard time and you were trying to make him happy in the simplest ways. but you felt like it was going to nowhere. you were tired of picking up him from bars, being his trip sitter, and begging him to stop all of this. you were having a hard time in your work too. eventually, you got fired.

words could not express how furious you were. you were furious at your life, job, boss, and even your boyfriend. and seeing him after a rough day with a blonde girl, lying on his chest in your shared house, absolutely didn't help your problems.

"[name], please listen to me." he was trying to talk to you with a pleading and tired voice. but you just kept ignoring him. you were trying to find an empty cap on the busy roads of seattle.

"she's my cousin, god damn it!"

"cousin, my ass! why you didn't ever tell me about her then?! are you keeping things hidden from me, is this what we became now?!"

"i haven't seen her for almost 20 years! i only have her picture from our childhood, and i'm pretty sure i showed her before. i swear!"

you just rolled your eyes, not even looking at him. to your luck, an empty cab approached you. he grabbed your wrist and made you look at him. his eyes were bloodshot now. you didn't know if it was from cocaine or something else.

"i'm sorry, jeremy. i promised to be always by your side, but i don't think i could keep this promise anymore. i'm sorry, i'm sure that you'll find your true one." you said before entering the cab.

you came to pack your things from your house the next morning when you broke up with jerry. you found him wasted on floors. when he woke up, he held your leg, refusing you to leave and begging you to stay with him. you felt sorry for him, but you were tired of all of this. you had to leave even if he was right. and you hated yourself.

you then moved and found a new job in new york. you felt so lucky and you worked your ass hard not to lose your job again. in summer, you saw alice in chains on mtv unplugged. when you looked at their faces, you thought they were so done, so done with all of this. they weren't looking full of enthusiasm like in the old days.

and layne's girlfriend, demri's death absolutely didn't help to this situation. she also was your friend so you wanted to attend her funeral. but guess what? you were already on a business trip so you couldn't go. you could manage to go there after a couple of days. and when you went to see layne, well, you actually couldn't recognize him first. he was screaming and crying. his eyes got bloodshot. you felt so bad for him.

you then went to see the rest of the band. they were looking helpless. you hugged sean and mike but hesitated to hug jerry. you stayed with them for a while. you tried to support them as emotionally as possible you could. layne was yelling at all of you. he was yelling at guys that they didn't care about him, they cared about their frontman. and he was yelling at you for leaving them years ago and not attending her funeral.

it wasn't true, you thought. they all loved layne. especially jerry, he was his best friend after all. you knew it was making his heart broken when he saw him like this. you felt like you needed him to talk personally. you saw him at balcoon all alone, so you made tea for both of you. and went next to him.

"i hope this eases you even for a little." you said looking outside. "nothing can ease me right now." he responded. his voice sounded raspy. from cigarettes and some other shit, you thought.

"you just need to be by his side, he eventually will understand the truth."

he didn't say anything for a while. "then why did you leave me at that time, i really needed you."

"you know why i left, jeremy. i can't keep up with your shitty habits. not only is it killing you, it also kills me." he again didn't say anything. "are you happy there?" you shaked your head. "not even a little. two years have passed and i still feel like i don't belong there."

"then move here again, i don't ask you to be with me again. i just need to be around you again. didn't you say you would be by my side even if we broke up in the future, keep it again.”

you chuckled and turned your head at him. "i already broke it, i'm a shitty girlfriend, i guess." he chuckled too. "if you think that you're a shitty girlfriend, i don't imagine myself how a boyfriend i am." you two laughed. he then gently caressed your hand. "please, i need you." you thought about it. your new company's branch office was here too. maybe you could talk with your boss about it. "i'll think about it." you said while smiling at him.

your boss was kind enough to assign you in seattle. you started to set things to right again. guys helped you too. and you started to hang out with them like usual. but you started to see layne less and less.

you saw him again when jerry released his debut album. he looked more unrecognisable to you. even though he continued to live, he couldn't move on from demri's death.

— 2002

they had been on hiatus for the last 6 years now, everyone was at different projects, except layne. you didn't know what was he doing right now. you would check on him yourself or with jerry often, but he would always not have the energy to talk with you. he was like a walking dead.

in 19th of april, it just became dead. he actually died two weeks ago. you couldn't describe how you and others felt.

it broke all of you. you lost your best friend now and ever. you wish you could force him to go to rehab. you would try to convince him but he was just not listening to you. it felt like you were stabbed from your heart. nothing would make him come back.

the guys were more broken than you. they were closer to him than you were to him, after all. they lost their layne, their star, their soul... even though you were broken such as them, you still needed to be by their side.

you went to the funeral. the other thing that broke you was layne and demri were actually supposed to marry here. his family, his bandmates, and other friends from the music world were there. you hugged his mother, nancy, and the guys too. you couldn't find jerry.

you sat with them for a while. trying to support them with your words. then, you saw jerry outside. he came here from his tour.

"hey..." you approached him and touched his arm. he didn't look at you. he didn't say anything. but you knew, you knew he wanted to cry however much he wanted.

"i know you two were best friends. you were everything to him, so he was to you. so it's okay to let your emotions out. nobody would judge you, jer." you then opened your arms at him. he looked at you slowly and you tried to put a smile on your face. but you felt like your eyes got filled. his eyes too,

he then quickly hugged you. he was sobbing and mumbling this like "i've loved him so much, i wish he listened to us when we offered him to go to rehab. why do i have to lose the people i love the most? my grandmother, mother, layne..." he then continued to cry.

you caressed his back gently. after a couple of minutes, he calmed down for a bit. you held his hands.

"you won't lose anyone, you won't lose sean, the mikes, and your other friends. well, i can't promise it. but i can promise you one thing, you won't lose me. and i want you to promise me too, promise me i won't lose you. get clean, i beg you. my heart can't take it anymore." you didn't realize but you were crying too. he hugged you tightly.

"i will, i promise." he then kissed your cheek and then connected your foreheads.

"thank you, [name], for being by my side" you smiled at him. "always," you responded. "i know it's not a good time to ask but, do you think we can try again?" he asked.

you just smiled at him and took his hand to yours. "we will talk about when you'll come back after your tour." you leaded together to the stage where nancy and chris from soundgarden were singing ring them bells and wild horses together. it was a great tribute.

and you couldn't wait for his return, to talk with him about getting together again.

[multirockbands]

A Moment Too Late

•Chris Cornell•

Summary: the reader gets a phone call, the last phone call from Chris.

Warnings: Death, Suicide, Fluff (some sad shit grab your tissues)

Pairing: Chris Cornell x Fem!Reader

You and Chris have knew each other since teenage years, you saw him struggle through his darkest moments now he seemed happy, or so you though he was, you welcomed Three kids with Chris, today you all were in Detroit for one of Chris’ performances he was always anxious when it came with shows or appearances you walked into his dressing room to find him sitting, he looked up at you then put his head back down “you’ll do great my love” you said has you kneeled down in front he looked at you and gave you a slight smile “I love you so much, you know that?” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist locking his lips with yours, you pulled away grabbing his hand “Come on you’ll do great” he walked out the room after you his face brightened when he saw your kids, he gave them kisses and hugs and gave you a kiss before going up on stage.

*time skip*

After the show you and Chris finally made it back to the hotel room while the children were with a nanny you woke Chris who had fallen asleep during the drive, Chris seemed off but you didn’t question it probably from the show, you followed behind Chris he stopped at the desk “two rooms please” you were confused ‘two rooms?, what was he thinking?’ Chris grabbed your hand and you both were in an elevator to the second floor, you looked at him with curiosity, “why did you say two rooms?” You really needed to know why he ask for two rooms, he smiled and looked at you saying four words “Don’t worry about it” the elevator door opened and you walked out following Chris looking for your rooms “Come on Chris im your wife tell me what’s wrong”, he turned around annoyed “Look y/n if your not gonna respect me on what I want to keep to myself then leave!” “You know what I will, fuck off!”, you turned around walking away driving to the nanny was staying you got out the car knocking on the front door to reveal the nanny, “hi y/n! Aren’t you suppose to be with Chris?” You walked inside and sat down “the kids?” You asked the nanny as she say next to you “asleep. What about Chris”?, you let out a breath looking down at your hands “he wouldn’t tell me why he checked in for two rooms I was just trying to help but I didn’t get response I wanted.” You looked up at the clock reading the time 12:06 am, “I think I should get ready for bed its pretty late” the nanny agreed and went to her own room, as you got ready for bed you heard your phone ringing and saw it was from Chris.

“Hello?”, there was a silence for a second then there was an answer “hey baby im sorry for what I did I just wanna let you know I love you and the kids a lot.” He sounded sad, as if he was crying “Chris what’s wrong my love?” You heard him breath in shakily “Nothing baby im just tired” you weren’t buying any of it “No your not Chris please tell me what you did I’ll forgive you I promise” he let out a breath saying his last words “im just tired I love you” you know something was wrong and got up quick and drove to the hotel and remembered the room number of his and hurried to his room and knocked on the door “CHRIS OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE” no response “CHRIS PLEASE” again, no response you ran downstairs and asked for a copy of the room key and ran back to the room, you unlocked the door and ran into the room “CHRIS BABY IM SORRY” you turned around and saw the bathroom light on ‘Oh god please no’ you thought you ran to the door and opened it to see him hanging in the restroom “CHRIS NO!” You got him down and called the phone for help you took Chris’ lifeless body into your arms crying, “Chris please wake up, please baby I need you” you leaned down and kissed his cold lips one last time, as the ambulance came and took Chris you sat with him holding his cold hand the paramedics doing everything they can to save him, everything around you was a blur your focus was all on Chris.

Moments later you were in the waiting room with the nanny who had came along you sat there with everything being a blur thinking what you could’ve done more, you saw the doctor come out of the room Chris was in “Mrs Cornell?” You stood up and waited the doctor to say he was at least ok, but no “we tried everything we can by the time he was here he was pronounced brain dead” you felt your knees go weak as you fell to the floor thinking of the times you two were the happiest.

1980

*flashback*

You and Chris were skipping school he looked at you, admiring you “go hide and I’ll seek” you looked at him confused “what” he smiles at your cluelessness “go hide and I’ll find you” he smiled your eyes went wide as you hopped off the tree and ran somewhere to hide, you decided to hide behind a tree and heard Chris as soon as you did “im coming to get you!” You smiled to yourself hearing him getting closer “hm I wonder where she can be” you chuckled which was a bad mistake causing him to find you “I found ya!” You smiled and ran until there was grass making it easier to run you squealed as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist causing him to fall on top of you smiling and laughing that he caught you he leaned down and kissed you and put his face in your neck and gave it a quick peck and helped you up, you both sat on a bench nearby Chris looked at you and you smiled back, you poked his thigh smiling “what’s going on in that mind, Cornell” he smiled and said proudly “I’m gonna Marry you one day and make you Mrs. Cornell” you instantly connected you lips with his pulling away hugging him “I would love that”.

*Flashback end*

You couldn’t believe he was gone he promise he wouldn’t leave you, but he did, he promise he wouldn’t hurt you, he did if only you knew that he was struggling again you loved him so much he made your world and now the light is gone and darkness makes it’s way back in, if only you knew and only if he would’ve told you.

A/n: this was a long one let me know what you think please I also take requests love y’all!

[n0tasaint]

alright okay so

i never finished my fred weasley imagine! i honestly don’t think i will, which i do apologize for.

i plan on writing GVF stuff soon, not sure what but i’ve got some ideas cooking!

i also need some more GVF mutuals on here because i genuinely love you all.

i also added some tags to other stuff i’d write but i just can’t think of anything except GVF rn!

💗💗💗💗

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 2.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst in part 2. Possessiveness.

Have a little Georgie smut 🌹

"Ladies first," George said as you stepped out of the burrow and walked towards the little garage where Arthur's car was parked. He opened the door for you and quickly jogged around the side of the car to climb into the drivers seat, having to move back the seat a considerable amount to fit his long legs in.

You drove in silence for a while before flicking on the radio, surprisingly finding that the radio stations could still pick up muggle frequencies. George smiled and chuckled as you began quietly singing along to a song you recognised from the radio and he reached over to grab hold of your hand, entwining his fingers with yours to hold your hand next to the gearstick. You drove over the hills of Ottery St Catchpole towards the centre of the village, driving along scenic, peaceful roads that really showed off the village's beauty. Technically, you could have easily walked but it was nice to have a lazy drive with your boyfriend, who was a wonderful driver, to your surprise. "Oh I love this song!" You suddenly called out, breaking your contact with George's hand to turn up the little dial on the dashboard.

"In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows," you sang with your best Chris Cornell impression, though it would go completely over the head of your boyfriend who you knew, knew nothing about muggle music. It was one of the benefits of being muggleborn that you took great pride in, knowing and loving the music that was so different to the muggle worlds.

George laughed with you, his eyes sparkling as he flickered his eyes between you and the road, watching your little performance that was just for him.

"Black hole sun, won't you come, and wash away the rain? Black hole sun, won't you come," you sang a little louder now, gently head banging with the beat at the little breaks in the tune.

"You really like your music huh?" George says, reaching his hand over to place it on your denim covered thigh in between changing gears.

"I love it, it's actually what I wanted to do before I found out about the wizarding world," you said, realising that you'd never actually told anyone this.

"Why can't you do it now?" He asks, briefly flicking his eyes over to you. You sighed a little and scrunched your face up briefly as you considered his words.

"It's complicated, I technically could but it'd be like throwing behind this incredible gift I've been given. My family are mostly muggles so I'm incredibly thankful that I get to do these things and be part of this world, it would just be a waste of a gift if I didn't do something with it. Plus for me music has always been a hobby, like an escape and a bonding thing with my friends and it's special to me, being part of it would probably just ruin the magic," you explained.

"I guess I understand that, I think sometimes I take it for granted you know with us all being magic," George explains. You nod, listening to him, knowing that his experience growing up was wickedly different to yours, being from a pureblood family.

"You could always perform for me and Fred sometime," he says with a cheeky smile which you laugh at.

"Something tells me you wouldn't like my kind of music, it's not exactly Celestina Warbeck," you giggle, thinking of Molly's favourite singer. George huffs out a laugh and briefly squeezes your thigh, returning his hand to the gearstick to shift gears before pulling into a parking space and shifting the hand break.

You look up and notice you were parked directly outside the paper shop in the middle of the village. "If it's you, we'd love it regardless," George says sweetly, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration which took your breath away. You lean forward and capture his lips in a sweet kiss, placing your hand on the side of his head, his ear encased in your palm as you swept a little tuft of hair behind it. When you pulled away, he leant forward for one more kiss and smirked at you.

It was so nice to spend some one on one time with George, despite slightly missing Fred and their usual back and forth, you craved time alone with George frequently, knowing he was slightly more sensitive than his twin brother. George was the sweeter one of the pair, often a little more soft spoken and more considerate which was always nice to be around.

You both stepped out the car and walked into the small paper shop, immediately walking over to the little fridge at the back, seeing an array of branded muggle drinks for sale. You smiled, seeing the one with a purple label and reached in to grab a few bottles for Fred. George appeared beside you a moment later holding a little wire basket for you to place them into. You reached in an pulled a bottle of irn bru out of the fridge and into the basket, your personal favourite fizzy drink.

"Fancy some snacks?" You asked, turning to him as he threw his arm around your shoulder. "We'll have to sneak them past your mum though."

"And dad, otherwise we'll never hear the end of it," he chuckles, you joining him at the thought of Arthur finding out about muggle confectionery.

You grabbed a few bags of crisps and a couple of chocolate bars you knew Fred would like, careful to avoid anything with caramel after the previous incident with the caramel treat he'd ingested.

"George? Omg my gosh, hi!" The girl from behind the counter shouted and waved as you both walked around the aisle towards the counter where she was sat filing her nails. It was more than causal friendliness, she was outright elated to see him, a little too friendly in her greeting as she moved to stand closer and lean forward a little, trying to plump up her flat chest.

"Oh hi Lauren," George says a little awkwardly. You had to stop yourself frowning at the interaction, suddenly overcome by a wave of unmistakable jealousy which was out of character for you. She clearly knew him well enough to tell him apart from his brother, which irked you more than it should.

"Who's this?" She asked, looking towards you. She had a fake smile plastered on her face but you could see straight through it, her tone laced with something that made your eye want to twitch.

"This is my girlfriend, y/n," he says, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You could see a brief flicker of something pass over her face but she recovered well, though it didn't help the flare of angst you felt.

"No Fred today?" She asked, trying to divert the conversation. She clearly didn't know about your situation or that it was the wrong thing to say, but her mentioning your other boyfriend's name had plunged you into instant distaste, feeling suddenly possessive over both of them.

"Um, no not today," he says, reaching to touch the back of his neck to give it a little scratch as he placed the basket down on the little tillpoint.

"That's a shame," she says quickly, beginning to ring through your items. Godric you wished she would stop talking. Everything she said made you want to slap her more and more. You knew you were being ridiculous but you could see through her little ploy and it was working, at least to piss you off.

"You know I love those little magic tricks you guys do, it's like you're actually magicians!" She giggled with the fakest sounding laugh you'd ever heard and once again you had to fight back a frown, desperate to get out of there. George seemed to pick up on your sudden quietness and started rubbing his thumb over your shoulder where his hand was placed but all you wanted to do was shove his hand off of you.

"That'll be £7.50," she said, never once looking at you as she focused entirely on George. You quietly reached into your bag and pulled out your purse and handed it to George to pay as you began placing the items into your crochet shopping bag.

"So good to see you, you and Fred should come by more often!" She says to George with metaphorical hearts in her eyes, never once stopping the flirtations with him as you gathered your bag and walked out, not even stopping to say bye- though of course she probably wouldn't have even noticed if you'd left long ago and took half the store with you.

George jogged out of the paper shop to catch up with you as you walked to the car, waiting for him to unlock it. You could feel his eyes on you but he said nothing, knowing he would clearly be able to tell that something was wrong with you, your vacant expression a sheer contrast to the joy that was on your face before you saw that bitch.

"You okay?" He asks quietly as you chucked down the shopping bag into the footwell and waited for him to start the car.

"Just want to get back to Fred," you said blankly, knowing that the phrase had a double meaning that would cut him twice, sensing that you'd had enough of him and suddenly wanted his brother. George starts the car and begins to pull away, the silence in the car no longer comfortable as you sit stewing on what had just happened.

"We used to go in quite a bit a few years back, thought she was pretty so we showed her some card tricks that she liked," George began to say, explaining himself though there was really no need. Hearing those words from his mouth hurt you even more than the whole interaction back there. Had they been in since you'd been together? Probably.

"Right," you said, trying to sound dismissive and casual as you looked out of the window, feeling as if tears would start forming in your eyes if he carried on talking.

"It was before we knew we had a chance with you, trust me as soon as we knew how you felt, neither of us have looked at another woman since," he says quietly and calmly, trying to calm you but it didn't really work. You simply nodded, not wanting to speak. You heard him sigh gently before reaching his hand out to place it back on your leg but you shifted in your seat so your body was angled away from him. The sun was slowly beginning to set, the evening crawling in as you passed the familiar hills and winding country roads of St Ottery, but you felt far from peaceful in the moment.

"She never meant anything to us, especially not compared to you," he says, clearly not knowing when to stop.

"So do you both always fancy the same girl or is it just a coincidence?" You couldn't hold back the snark any longer, his incessant rambling winding you tighter and tighter. It was a little sharp and a little below the belt, you'll admit, but the fact that she'd captured the attention of both of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel insanely jealous.

George immediately slammed his foot down on the break and parked the car in a little dirt road, turning off the engine completely and shifting to face you completely.

"No," he said sharply in reply, surprising you at his sudden dominant and angry demeanour, something you had never seen from George. "I thought she was pretty, then Fred got wind of it, joined in and tried to compete. He thought she was fit and it became a game to distract us from getting nowhere with you. I'm not gonna say she's not pretty because I've got eyes but she's nothing compared to you."

You didn't really know how to respond to that, feeling a little heated by George's sudden dominance even if you still felt a stagnant level of irritation from the bitch in the shop.

"We might have found you both attractive but you know what sets you and her apart?" He asks, reaching out for your chin to look deep into his eyes. Your brows knit together in question as he looks at you intensely, "you're ours."

He crashes his lips to yours and given you the kind of kiss that would make your knees buckle if you'd been standing. He pushes his tongue into your mouth to wrestle with your own as he controls the kiss, his hands wrapping into your hair as he undoes your seatbelt. After pulling away, leaving you breathless and aroused, he commands you to take off your jeans.

"George," you say, not quite sure why you're protesting but he simply shoots you a pointed look which tells you to behave and you comply. You shuffle out of your tight jeans, trying to not look awkward as you do so, struggling with the limited room.

"I might be wrong, but it's one of our sweaters your wearing is it not?" He says, his hand reaching over to cup your chin again. You nodded, looking into his eyes but he simply raised a single eyebrow at you, showing that was not the reply he wanted.

"Yes," you said quietly. He smirked just lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturning as he stared at you intensely.

"It's our house you're staying in isn't it? With our family, in our bedroom, our beds?"

"Yes."

"It's us that get to kiss you, love you, fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, your breath hitching a little at his words, the words love and fuck circling round in your mind on repeat.

"Only us?" He asks, his hands now wandering down your body to draw teasing circles on your thigh, inching closer to your desperate core.

"Only you."

"Good girl," he says, which makes you bite your bottom lip at the arousal that washes over you at his dominant praise.

"And it's only you that gets us, all of us, isn't that right angel?"

"Yes Georgie."

"Are we yours?"

"All mine, both of you," you whimper as his long fingers begin rubbing your clothed clit through the lace of your panties. "Only mine."

"Good girl," he says whilst pulling back the material of your panties and dipping his index finger down to your waiting hole where your arousal has pooled. "Bloody hell angel, you're soaked. You like being reminded that you're ours?"

"Fuck, yes, yes Georgie, all yours," you moan out as his finger plunges into you, his fingertips dragging on that special spot inside you as he fucks you with his long fingers, adding a second one to stretch you out. You let out a loud moan as his thumb finds your throbbing clit and begins to circle it expertly, just as he knew you liked.

"Fuck angel, you get me so fucking hard," he pants into your ear as he continues to finger you, leaning over to suck marks into your neck. You can already feel the tingling pull of an orgasm building embarrassingly quickly but you'd never experienced dominant George before and it was a sight to see and behold. His fingers moved in you perfectly, having studied you body and becoming an expert in pleasuring you since you'd gotten together.

"George, fuck, please I'm," you begged, feeling closer and closer to your climax with each breath you took.

"Come angel, come for your man," he commanded, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as your climax swelled inside you and erupted. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as he kissed you, your body jolting and locking with the force and intensity of your orgasm. You could feel George smiling against your lips as your body went limp, his fingers focusing on pumping in and out of you to ride you through your orgasm until it had passed. Your body fell limp into the seat of the car as you caught your breath, chest heaving with the intensity of what had just happened.

You let out a little huff of joyful laughter as you came back down to earth, seeing the situation for what it really was as you watched George pull his hand away from you and suck his fingers into his mouth to wipe away the arousal coating his fingers. He let out a little moan at the taste and you had to fight the urge to blush, even though you'd watched him do it multiple times.

"I'm sorry," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, regretting snapping at him. He looked at you with his usual George smile and shook his head gently.

"Not your fault angel, I'd have felt the same way if it was you," he admitted, running a hand over his face. "You know that you have nothing to be jealous about though right? I'm crazy about you, and unfortunately for me so is Fred, but that's how it is," he says, looking deeply into your eyes, chuckling a little at the Fred quip. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sometimes it actually hurts to look at you for too long, it's like looking directly into the sun," he smirks, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. You chuckle in defence but the look he gives you tells you he means every word. "I can't talk for Fred, but there's not a single woman on this planet I'd rather be with."

You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss that conveys all the emotions you felt, wanting to show him just how much he means to you. You pulled apart and smiled at each other before you moved away. George readjusted himself not so subtly and you instantly felt guilty for not offering to help him out. You placed your hand on his thigh but he smirked up at you and shook his head, "later," he mused.

"Can we actually go back to Fred now?" You asked, feeling like you'd been away from your sick boyfriend way too long. George nods in agreement and starts the car again, driving the little way back to the Burrow.

When you make it back up to the twins bedroom, Fred is sat up in bed, shirtless, reading a quidditch annual and though he's still much paler than you'd like to see, he looks better and more alert.

"How you feeling Freddie?" George asks, walking behind you at you enter the room. Fred looks up towards you both and smiles, placing down the book he'd been reading.

"Better," he says, turning to look at you before squinting comically as he observed you, his eyes widening in realisation only moments later. "You've had sex."

Your mouth opens wide at his accusation and before you can even deny it you and George burst out in a laugh, not feeling even a little shameful or guilty.

"Not quite brother, your divination skills must have been taken along with your skin colour, oh wait, you didn't have any to begin with," George jokes, throwing down his sweater so he's left in his blue patterned shirt.

"Fingered then?" Fred asks crudely, looking at you with a mocking intensity. You roll your eyes but fight to hold back a giggle at his words and so you instinctively turn to reach into your bag to pull out the dandelion and burdock and hand it to him, knowing it would be the only thing to shut him up.

He quickly undoes the cap, the hissing of air from the carbonation echoing in the room before he takes a long swig, moaning at the flavour hits his taste buds.

"This is so good," he murmurs to no one in particular, instantly taking another big swig before belching loudly because of the fizz. You scrunched your nose up at his disgusting actions and threw the nearest cushion at him which only made him laugh.

"I'll be right back," George says, shooting a wink at you as he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

You climbed into bed next to Fred, having really missed him whilst you'd been gone and delicately wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his naked chest.

"I'm not on my deathbed princess," he jokes as he wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly into his body.

"Yes because that's the only reason I'd cuddle you Fred," you snarked, tapping his leg with your foot. He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest where your head lay. You looked up towards him, craning your neck a little to look up at his face. "Are you really feeling better?"

He shot you a warm smile at your concern and hugged you a little tighter for a second as he nodded, "a lot better now actually." You smiled widely at his cheeky words and laid your head back down, getting comfy. "A sympathy blowjob would go along way though."

You gently elbowed him in the ribs making him flinch in reflex and then bark out a laugh.

"Fred, I can't tell you how much it would scar me to look at your cock right now whilst the colour's drained from your body, imagine what it's done down there," you joked. Fred immediately batted you away and pulled down his sweats to take a look at his package to check that it still had some colour to it. You looked away, not wanting to get a flash of his currently non-perfect cock. He went silent and flipped up the waistband of his sweats, saying nothing, telling you that you were correct. "Point taken princess."

"So what's your plans tonight?" You asked Fred quietly, lazily drawing patterns into his chest, feeling the small, sparse patch of hair between his pecks.

Fred hummed briefly and let out a little sigh, "change of plans princess, I'm staying right here in bed, George is taking over with our plans for you."

You looked up towards him again at his confession, feeling guilty that he would be left out again. He must have noticed your look and smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, "I get you next weekend."

[riveroflayne]

hi, im violet, welcome to my blog 💜

im violet! 💜

ive been a fan of metal and grunge music most of my life but im new to the online scene!

im here to make friends and write fanfiction lol

who i'll write for;

metallica, megadeth, alice in chains, pearl jam, soundgarden, nirvana, hole, korn, van halen

my favorites <3

james hetfield & eddie vedder (my forevers<3), dave mustaine, jerry cantrell, chris cornell, courtney love, eddie van halen <3

i will not write;

please do not request the following because they make me extremely uncomfortable and i will not write them into my stories.

x male reader (sorry), incest, pedophelia, ddlg/ddlb (or any sort of age play), beastiality, water sports or anything of that category, mommy/daddy kinks, public sex, cnc, whips/chains.

requests are currently open! please send in asks <3 ❤️

thank you @stevenssticks for helping me out with this i love you 💋

[callme2heaven]

callme2heaven masterlist

I will write for:

Pearl Jam - Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament and Eddie Vedder (possibly more in the future)

Alice In Chains - Jerry Cantrell and Layne Staley (possibly more in the future)

Nirvana - Dave Grohl and Kurt Cobain (possibly Krist in the future)

Soundgarden - Chris Cornell (possibly more in the future)

I will only write angst or fluff for Kurt, Layne and Chris

✨ = fluff

🌹= smut

😿 = sad/angst

PEARL JAM

Stone Gossard

Unannounced 😿/✨

Eddie Vedder

nothing yet

Jeff Ament

nothing yet

ALICE IN CHAINS

Jerry Cantrell

nothing yet

Layne Staley

nothing yet

NIRVANA

Dave Grohl

nothing yet

Kurt Cobain

nothing yet

SOUNDGARDEN

Chris Cornell

nothing yet

[stevenssticks]

Welcome to my blog!!!

hello y’all! you can call me P. i’m new to the metal and grunge scene online but have been a fan for a long time! i’m here to make some friends and read and write fanfiction.

I’m not really interested in writing full stories right now but blurbs are cool!!! I’m warming up to this

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN.

🚨🚨i am starting college on Aug 30th!!!! i will not be as active from then on🚨🚨

please see more below abt what i will and will not write.

Who I like:

Steven Adler!!!!!!!! (MY NUMBER ONE MAN), Jason Newsted!!!, Cliff Burton!!!, James Hetfield, Izzy Stradlin, Slash, Kirk Hammett, Dave Mustaine!!!!, Duff Mckagan, Zakk Wylde, Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder, Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Mike Starr, Nick Menza, Jonathan Davis, Robert Plant, Steve Vai, Dimebag Darrell

What I WILL NOT WRITE

christmas fics, kid fics, pregnancy, x male reader (sorry guys im afab and don’t feel like i would be able to write it well), whips/chains, public sex (no i’m not talking abt some teasing under the table at dinner that’s fine), cnc (consent non consent), ddlg, blood/knives, watersports god no i’m sorry, scat, just a lot of stuff that might be seen as “extreme”

if consent is dubious i will always note ahead of time that both people are willing participants.

[aishnico]

#𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍: 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

» summary: you were an architect in seattle, and one of the things kept you sane was your rockstar friends. one day, they found a new singer to their new band and you went to listen to them.

» word count: 2.4k

» warnings: fluff, some angst, grammar issues

» inspired by sarah jio’s always novel.

» part 1

— october, 1990

"fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" you yelled at yourself when the file you've been working for 7 hours closed without saving it. you didn't forget to save it, your computer just froze for a couple of minutes. you were waiting patiently, but suddenly, your computer shut down.

you suddenly heard someone knocking on the wall. "hey! can't you be quiet?" it was your next-door neighbor stone. you sighed and grabbed your things, wore a coat and left the home. he heard that you were leaving and he opened to door.

"hey, sorry for yelling. is everything alright?" he asked gently.

"no, my project's gone forever. i have to start from the beginning. and my ass hurts from sitting straight. guess i'm going out for a walk now."

"hey, stop by on the way home, and bring some snacks!" you heard jeff's excited voice and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"damn, you really need a new computer." he said playfully.

"yeah, you don't need to remind me." you rolled your eyes and waved at him then left the building. it wasn't raining to your surprise, but the weather still was cold. you moved here 6 years ago but still couldn't get used to the atmosphere of the city. you missed hot california days.

you were walking with heavy steps. thinking about which excuse you should try on your boss tomorrow. you weren't like this. you were actually pretty punctual and disciplined at your work. but your ancient computer started to make things worse for you. and your current goal was buying a new computer.

you entered a market and bought some snacks for you and the boys. after about 25 minutes you were in front of their door. your cheeks were red as tomato. stone would sure make fun of it while jeff would say you look cute. and that's what happened.

"cut it out, stone. i went for forgetting about my problems but you yourself creating a problem for me" you said playfully while lying on their couch.

"did you go for finding excuses for your boss but realized that you used them all on him?" he smirked at you. damn, he really knew you well.

he was the first person you met in the city. you would just say good morning and good night when you encountered. it was until you were coming home with a large cardboard for your project. he was behind you and it fell on him accidently. you apologized continuously but he offered to help you with your project instead. that's how you became close.

one day a band named green river asked him to play guitar at their band. and that's how you met with jeff after. after two years he established a band called mother love bone. they were amazing and sure they had a huge impact on the grunge scene. everything was great until a couple of months ago, until andy's death. it hit all of you pretty hard, especially chris and love bone guys. you all knew that he was addicted but none of you saw it coming.

it took a while to guys recover. stone and jeff got into music again. they got together with stone's friend from high school, mike and matt from soundgarden. but matt couldn't fully commit to this new band due to playing with his band. after the audition, the guys asked to dave play with them. he agreed and they were looking for a singer now. all the guys who auditioned tried to sound like andy, but nobody could sound like him and they were looking for something unique.

you three were chilling and watching some TV currently. it helped you forget about your problems a little, it was until mike came with a tape.

"i have good news for you!" he cheered after jeff opened the door for him. "what is it?" stone asked mike.

"so i talked with jack, and he gave our demo to his friend, eddie. and he wrote lyrics for three songs. i got excited and listened to it alone and i'm telling you, we have to hire that guy!"

"woah woah, slow down there. let us listen to it first. hey, what time is it by the way?" stone asked.

"it's almost 6 pm" jeff answered and you gasped. "oh my, i won't make it through..." you whined. "what is it?" mike asked.

"i was working on my new project and my computer suddenly shut down, i'm so done with it but i have no choice but to continue with it." you answered.

"jeez, why don't you ask to borrow ours? the program you use is already on the computer. and i'm pretty sure ours's better than yours." stone suggested with sass. you rolled your eyes at him and watched him give you his computer and charger of it. "thanks, i'll return it in the early morning. bye, y'all!" you went to the door but mike called you from behind.

"wait, aren't you gonna listen to him?" showing the tape, you shook your head and gave an apologetic smile to them. "i already lost so much time, and i'm willing more to listen to him on live. it's like a surprise to me, yeah?"

after leaving their apartment you entered yours and got to work again.

after minutes, you swore you heard a familiar voice from the walls. "it must be their new singer..." you wandered to yourself.

a couple of weeks passed and this night, they were gonna play their first show with eddie. you wondered how he looked and sounded like. you loved making little surprises for yourself. you needed them for not to drown in this city.

after another exhausting day, you went to your home and took a quick shower then got ready for their show and left. when you were at the place, you saw soundgarden guys and went next to them. matt was smiling at you. "he has a great voice, don't you think so?" he asked. you shrugged, "i've never listened him, i refused. that's gonna be a surprise for me, you know?" he rolled his eyes at you playfully. then the show started. and oh,

oh...

that sure was a surprise to you, a big surprise.

you totally weren't expecting to see the love of your life on the stage. you recognized him immediately. your heart clenched watching him. he was looking gorgeous like he used to look 6 years ago. and his baritone voice... you remembered how he would play songs on an acoustic guitar and sing to you with his unique voice.

you missed him, you missed him so much. you couldn't get him out of your head, you didn't want to. you wanted everything to stay inside your head. you suddenly wondered if he was still remembering you. maybe he thought that he meant nothing to you so he got you out of his head. you hoped he didn't. but you didn't know how to face him. you knew you had to, he was in your friends' band now, after all.

your eyes met suddenly. your heart was beating like crazy. and you felt that your palms were sweating. he then looked away. you lowered your head.

did he remember you or he was just mad at you? you couldn't help but caress your locket. he was probably mad and found someone else.

when their show ended, you were smiling at them and clapping loudly like everyone else. they all were looking compatible together. you were happy for stone and jeff, and you knew they were going to be an impactful band.

instead of going backstage, you went outside. you could meet eddie tomorrow or another day. you just wanted to calm your clenching heart.

so you went to the exit without attracting attention. but when you looked at the stage for the last time, you saw eddie looking at you. you gulped and went outside.

after about twenty minutes, you were ready to go home, take a hot shower, wear your comfy pyjamas, and then sleep. but your plans fell through when you saw stone was dragging eddie to where you were standing.

"[name], this is our new singer, eddie." he turned his face to him. "and eddie, this is my next-door neighbor, [name]. but i suppose you already know each other. time to break the ice between you two!" he then left you two alone.

he knew, he god damn knew that eddie was your ex (you didn't know honestly what you two are). you would show him your photos with him and cry on his shoulder and telling him how much you missed him. of course he knew he was your ex when he first time saw him live. he probably wanted you two to meet again and break the ice.

"you were amazing at there." you started the conversation. he answered with a simple thanks. and you two went silent. an uncomfortable one.

"how did you find seattle?"

"not good, i guess. i used to live in sunny weather. i already missed old, hot, california days."

you smiled to yourself. "yeah, and i miss old chicago days." when you mentioned chicago, his face got serious. maybe because he had bad memories from there. the memories he wishes he could forget about.

"i don't care about chicago anymore." you were kinda hurt by his words but what could you say?

"eddie..."

"don't, don't start." he shut his eyes. your face dropped at his move. "look, you're just a great friend of my friends. that's what you are to me, nothing more." he coldly said and he turned his direction at the door.

"you don't even wanna listen the story from my point of view and that's not even fair!" you suddenly yelled at him. and made him look at you.

"after our first date, i thought i gave you my number. but instead, i actually gave you my house's number. and guess what? my family moved to michigan after i started college, and of course, they changed their number. i always wondered why you weren't calling me. i got furious and hurt. but then i realized that i gave you the wrong number.

after i finished the second semester, the first thing i've done was go to chicago and look for you. i asked some surfer guys about you, i asked musicians at the various bars, i looked for you. and finally learned that you went to south california not much after i left. i felt hopeless, but i never stopped loving you eddie, never. i don't know if it's even possible but i fell in love with you more."

you showed your locket and carefully opened inside. and his facial expression got soft when he saw the green seashell he gifted to you. "i never got you out of my head, i never got you out of my neck too." you then closed it and looked at him again. "i love you eddie, i've never stopped."

you saw his eyes watered and he just pressed his lips hard against each other. "i thought, i thought i was your little toy."

you shaked your head and smiled at him. "like i said, you're more than a summer love to me." he looked at you. you could see regret from things he told you just now and longing. oh how much he wanted to hold you tightly and cry on your shoulder.

so he did, and you hugged him back. he was mumbling "i'm sorry, you know i actually care about chicago. it's the place we met after all. and you know you're more than a friend's friend to me. i love you, i never stopped loving you either. i thought you lied to me. i was furious but still continued to love you. i couldn't help it. i love you so much."

you were caressing his back gently. after he calmed down, you connected your foreheads. "i'm here and you're here from now on. we're here together." you whispered. he smiled, "and we will make new good memories together here." he responded. you rolled your eyes playfully. "this city isn't the best, but i believe we can make everything look good."

he nodded and looked at your lips. he wanted to kiss you so bad. but before you let him do so, you connected your lips instead. the kiss was full of longing and love.

after a couple of seconds, you heard someone's whistle at the back. when you two faced them they were clapping. of course, they were your friends. "don't you have to do something better?!" you yelled at them irritated.

"let's go inside." he smiled at you and intertwined your hands together.

— 2005

"so that's how me and daddy started dating again." you finished your story. your daughter's eyes got watered and you looked at her worriedly. "baby, what's wrong?" you quickly wiped her tears away.

"i-i'm just thinking *sob* what if daddy never actually recorded those demos? what if uncle stone never hired him? *sob* what would happen?"

"oh baby," you stood up from your chair and let her hug you from behind. not wanting to hurt her little brother, andy. you caressed her hair and kneeled carefully for planting a kiss on her forehead.

"we would find each other, no matter when. i promise, we're destined to be together forever. and you're destined to be our firstborn. i promise nothing would change."

you then heard someone opening the door. it was your husband. he put the groceries down and looked at you. "I'm home!" he cheered. your daughter ran to him quickly and wrapped her arms around his legs. he then kneeled to hold her up.

"what's wrong, princess?" he asked worriedly and then looked at you. you just smiled and went next to him, lying your head on his shoulder. his one arm was holding your daughter while his other hand was wrapped around your waist.

"i-i just love you so much, daddy. i love mommy so much too. i'm happy that i was born as your daughter." he laughed and kissed her cheek. "we love you so much too, princess. and don't ever think that we're gonna love andy more. we'll love you both equally. and our love for you two will never change."

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Masterlist

So some of these links go to my main blog @ozzysbloodbat bc I moved a bunch of stuff over here to help separate a lot of stuff I do so this blog is strictly grunge focused so I moved all my gunrge fics/edits to this one.

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Womanizer

A/N: I’m actually doing Chris Evans fan-fic on this account now. So here you guys go. Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader Word count: 1,819 Warnings: Very, very lightly dark Ransom, if you even consider it dark. 

To Ransom, you were everything.

The two of you hadn't spoken more than a dozen words to each other, only having had a few interactions at these various events and galas the elite class had to attend. You would ignore him, mingling around everyone else. But most importantly, other men.

He eyed you like a vulture. He was discreet about it, making sure to memorize the patterns of when you would look around, clearly out of boredom, and diverting his eyes elsewhere or back to the meaningless conversations he participated in. He would swirl his vodka in his small cup, filled with ice in a race against time so it wouldn’t water down to distract himself from your figure that stood no more than 15 feet away from him.

He noticed exactly how your drinks went: you would start out with champagne, finishing it. You would move onto red wine, only drinking half. He knew it was out of sake for your sobriety. You were smart. Then you would move onto whisky. He saw you down one a few times, and smirked to himself. You could drink hard liquor, that said something about you as a woman.

You were nothing alike the girls he would bring home for a one night stand. No, he wanted to put a ring on you. He would buy other girls some Cartier bracelet or a Prada bag for their cheap endeavors with him, but since the day he first saw you he knew you were his.

He had spent an entire night looking you up on Google. Finding your occupation as an English professor at an Ivy League school, to your academic essays. And of course, he found your Pinterest board. Because he knew damn well every woman had a Pinterest board for their wedding.

He noticed what you had saved, multiple photos of huge diamond rings, emerald cut. Classy and glamorous, it fit you. The very next day he went out to Tiffany’s, and bought a ring just like it. He knew your ring size, just from eyeballing your sleek hand. He had bought meaningless rings for dozens of other women, he was a pro at this point.

And in his lower desk drawer in his personal office, sat the blue box that he one day hoped to drop on one knee and grant you with, an official bond between you two that as of right now, he could only dream of. But he would do everything in his power to make sure it happened.

He noticed how other men looked at you, sleazy eyed with the most disgusting intentions. Sure, he wanted to take you home. But he wanted to keep you there, with him. He wanted you to be his, and only his. Forever, and ever.

“Mr. Drysdale,” His thoughts drowned in wonderland were ripped from him, disrupted by one of the investors in his publishing company.

“Mr. Peterson.” He tightly smiled, holding out his free hand to shake with the other man. His insides were burning with a fire of annoyance at this man, having to put on a stupid, nice face for him. He wanted no more than to find you, and start a conversation with you. 

He continued to look over the older man’s shoulder, only for a few moments at a time, catching a few glances of your gorgeous smile, your elegant being. It was the only thing keeping him sane.

“I should probably introduce you to some of my colleagues, other investors.” Mr. Peterson mentioned, “Follow me, they’re right over here.” “Oh, there’s no need-” Ransom tried to reason, an attempt to get away the talkative man who was arguably a nobody compared to the various others who had invested more from their pocketbooks than he had in his entire bank account.

“No, I insist.” He waved Ransom on, to which the brunette tightly smiled again, and with great reluctance followed.

He guided his way through the crowds and groups of people talking, their expensive clothes and obnoxious laughs making Ransom more irritable by the second. He could feel his anger rise to a slow boil, his ability to contain himself slimming by the moment. Then he saw it.

He saw you, standing there in that form-shaping dress of an emerald green, with a kind smile on your face. You, too, were talking to these so-called investors. His temperature dropped immediately, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips as his once forced smile turned into a natural one. One by one he was introduced to the various men, dressed in stupidly expensive suits that didn’t even fit, until your name came around, “And Y/N Y/L/N.” Mr. Peterson smiled, “English professor at Cornell, and published author.” You smiled at him, holding out your hand to which he shook.

Oh, how soft your hands were. It was like a cloud, he felt your elegant fingers grasping in his, the various rings on your fingers felt cold against his warmed skin. “I believe we’ve met before, Mr. Drysdale.” You spoke up.

“I believe so, Ms. Y/L/N,” He smiled, “And please, Ransom is just fine.” You nodded in agreement.

The conversation began, investors talking about money and bets, traditional things, finally Ransom’s company came up. “You have a publishing company, correct, Mr. Drysdale?” Your boss, Mr. Hart spoke, to which he nodded.

“Yes, my grandfather’s publishing company, I inherited it.” He took a sip of his drink.

“It’s doing well, I see?” Another asked and he nodded.

“Very well, yes,” He replied.

“And you, too, are an author?” A third asked, the questions becoming annoying to him. He nodded.

“That was how I inherited the company,” He began, “I released my first book and it got some press, sold a few copies, Harlan saw that I could take over his company and gave it to me.” “What is this book called?” Mr. Peterson asked, his clueless mind elsewhere.

“A Wrath for One Another,” You spoke up, his head turning to you and eyes shooting open wide in shock, “It’s a phenomenal piece, truly.”

“Why thank you.” He smiled at you, his mind still in a state of complete shock over your knowledge of his work.

“Well, we may just have to include that in the curriculum,” Mr. Hart smirked, sliding his hand to the small of your back. You knew he was tipsy, he always tried to flirt with you, physically, when he was like this.

“Well,” You spoke up, “If you would have read my plan for the curriculum at the beginning of this last semester, you would have seen I included that very book in the plan.” Most of the men around you nearly choked on their drinks, Ransom chuckling under his breath with a smile at how easily you dominated the man and the entire conversation. “Now, if all of you will excuse me, I must excuse myself with Mr. Drysdale to talk with him further about his works.” You removed yourself from your boss’ grasp with grace, walking over to Ransom and glancing only once before walking past his frame, which was quite a lot larger than yours. He stopped for a moment, getting the memo before following you, yet still unsure about what to do.

The two of you found a nearly silent corner in one of the rooms of this mansion, gold rimmed with old furniture, only a few guests lingering about in quiet conversation. “So,” Ransom was the first to speak up, you leaning against the wall and taking a sip of your whisky, “You’ve read my book, huh?” “Of course I have,” You coyly smiled, “Anyone who is actually within the modern world of literature has.” He sighed very lightly.

“You’re right.” You nodded, a few seconds of silence lingering between the two of you.

“I apologize that I took you out of the conversation, I just had the feeling that you didn’t want to be there either.” “Am I really that easy to read?” He asked you with a slight smile. “Eh,” You smiled back, “A little.”

“Well,” He began, “You are quite the woman-” “If you’re trying to get me in bed my answer is a firm no.” You rolled your eyes knowing too much about the playboy, something he too knew.

“That was not necessarily the plan.” “Necessarily?” You asked, looking at him and squinting your eyes in confusion, “Then what, pray tell, was the plan?”

“Well, it was to ask you out to dinner, get to know you better, go on a few dates and see how things go.” He began.

“Hugh Drysdale taking a woman out on a date?” You scoffed, “Hilarious.” “I mean it.” He fought right back.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell all your girls.” “But I would never do that to a woman.” He began, looking you up and down, “I know you’re smart, smarter than me if we’re both being honest, but I also know you drive me insane whenever I see you at these completely pointless events.” “Oh?” You asked, this time downing your drink, “And how would I know you don’t say that to all your other girls?”

“Because I know you love dogs, you’ve had three of them in your lifetime. I know you love to cook, your favorite thing to make is homemade pasta carbonara, and I know your favorite author is Hemingway, specifically his short stories, something that tells me enough about you to know that you’re a smart minded woman who can think outside of the box but within reasonable perimeters.” He responded all in one breath, leaving you breathless. You stared up at him confused and dazed, like a deer in the headlights.

“How did you know all that?” You asked, turning to him, this time seriously, “Are you stalking me.” “Stalking is a strong word,” He stated, your face turning to more panic which he noticed, “Oh please, no, I’m not stalking you in any way. I just overhear your conversations, wanting to know more about you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. “So eavesdropping?” You reiterated with a sigh.

“If you would like to use that word, then I suppose.” You held the small glass cup loosely within your fingers as you rolled your eyes again.

“Fine.” You sighed out, “One date. That’s it. But, no touching unless I say so. I don’t want to hear you brag about yourself, it gets obnoxious to a point where I get waves of nausea,” He couldn’t help but scoff, “And no talking about work. I’m sick and tired of people thinking it’s my only personality trait.” “Deal.” He agreed with a nod.

“Now,” You sighed, taking his hand very lightly in yours, “Back to old men staring at my boobs.” He lightly chuckled with a smirk.

“You do have nice boobs,” He said, to which you whipped your head around and gave him a grimace, “Respectfully.”

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

A.K.A. - William Butcher x unnamed female character/female you (2nd person POV)

Summary: William, Monsieur Charcutier, Butcher, Billy, asshole.

Tags/warnings: explicit, use of the word cunt – obviously, me tryna to write a cockney accent, rough sex, girl bonding, rough blowjob

Words: 1800

A Well-Made Mistake - Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (3rd person POV)

Summary: Being with Soldier Boy is like watching a slasher flick or riding a roller-coaster. Except you’re actually in the movie and there are no guard rails.

Tags/warnings: explicit, Soldier Boy in full tactical gear railing you in a three-way mirror, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, Dom/sub undertones

Words:1400

For Whom The Bell Tolls - Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (3rd person POV)

Summary: In the books, Soldier Boy calls out the names of US states when he fights. What if live-action Soldier Boy made his sex partners list all 50 states and the federal district in alphabetical order before he lets them come, and if they slip up or pause for too long or say anything other than the name of a state in the correct order, he withholds and makes them start over? 

Tags/warnings: explicit, condescension during sex, edging

Words: 2100

Author’s notes: written before the premier of live action soldier boy.

Indivisible - Soldier Boy x Gigi (OFC)

Summary: Where did he go after Legend’s and before visiting the Countess’ sanctuary?

Tags/warnings: explicit, rough-ish sex

Words: 2900

The Lost Art Of... - Jensen/Soldier Boy/Beau Arlen/whoever you want x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person POV)

Tags/warnings: explicit, bondage, blindfold, power exchange

Words: 830

Author’s notes: written before the premier of live action soldier boy. I added Beau Arlen as a pick just for shiggles.

Mirror, Mirror - “Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty“

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, dirty talk, public sex, Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world, reader is female AFAB

Words: 1,500

Rusty Cage - Soldier Boy introspective based on the song Rusty Cage, written by Chris Cornell. 

Tags/warnings: none really

Words: 1300 

Service On The Homefront - Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person POV)

Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

Tags/warnings: explicit

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: written before the premier of live action soldier boy.

Territorial Pissing - Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher

Summary:  My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. I promise this is not a Magic Dick trope.

Tags/warnings: explicit, mmf threesome, Dom/sub, rough sex, ass and clit slapping, name calling, sex with murderous misogynists,   bruising, like I said it’s rough, forced orgasms, Butcher refers to himself as Daddy and Soldier Boy mocks him for it, rimming, anal sex (both m/f and m/m), come marking, squirting, choking/breath play,   showering, sensation play (cold), Butcher checking in (bc we all know Soldier Boy won’t), illicit drug use, bondage

Words: 8k