#kurt cobain fluff

[enterssandmans]

sick days

(kurt cobain x reader)

(summary: taking care of kurt when he’s sick is like taking care of a whiny child)

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kurt moaned in pain for the 10,000th time, ducking his head away to avoid the cup that held the red liquid he oh so envied.

you sighed in annoyance, trying to keep your cool as you knew this was nothing new. he hated the medicine, you basically had to hold him down and shove it down his throat when it was time to take it.

“kurt, babe. come on” you pushed, trying to coax him in with your sweet tone. the guitarist again refused but eventually gave in once he heard your tone, he rolled his blue eyes and sipped down the medicine.

kurt pulled a face of disgust as the sour liquid went down his throat which made you chuckle because you know exactly how it feels.

“that shit is fucking disgusting” the blonde mumbled, laying back down onto the bed as you sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead which was still really hot.

“i know and i’m sorry but i promise it’ll make you feel better” you offered some comfort, giving him a sweet smile which made him melt more than his fever.

he managed to smile a bit, looking up at you as his eyelids began to droop from the side effects of the medication.

“thank you for helping out” he stated, resting his cheek against her hand which made your smile grow brighter.

“get some rest babe, i love you” you whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead before he finally drifted off into a well-needed deep sleep.

[motleycrueobsessed]

Hey love! I was wondering if you could write anything (smut, fluff, or both) with Kurt Cobain? No worries of you don’t want to/can’t. Thank uu! 🫶🫶

A/N: Im sorry this took so long ive been highly unmotivated to do anything.

Warnings!: Some smut (18+) and some fluff. Kurt cobain x non binary AFAB reader headcanons

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

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Kurt LOVES spooning you. Its one of his favorite things, especially when he’s the big spoon. He adores playing with your hair.

Washing your hair. He wants to wash your hair. He wants to make sure his lover is clean and happy.

Kurt would drag you to MTV awards, any public events. He wants to show you off to everyone and he wants to show you how far he’s come.

This dude will just sit and rub your back if you had a particularly rough day. Either that or just letting you lean on him while he strums his guitar

HE WRITES SONGS FOR YOU. ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

Will probably at some point carve your name into his guitar. Only after he knows you’re gonna stay though.

He has a hard time sleeping, and usually doesn’t wanna come to bed. Only comes to bed when you whine about having to sleep alone.

If you’re shorter than Kurt, he’ll tease you about it. If you’re taller than him, he calls you a giant. Even if you’re only taller than him by an inch. (he was 5’9)

OH WHEN IT RAINS AHHH he loves the rain. He’ll take you outside and dance with you in the rain.

Kurt has a stash of small trinkets. Whether it was something he found, something he bought or something a fan gave him, he keeps them ALL.

He has a separate shelf for things you give him.

He doesn’t take great care of himself, so you take care of him. You make sure he eats well and makes sure he showers.

If you can’t come on a tour with him, he writes you letters. He doesn’t call, he writes letters. And sometimes sends flowers.

If you get periods, he treats you like you’re a piece of glass. He makes you tea (if you like tea!) and warms up a sock filled with rice if you have bad cramps. He’ll just sit in bed with you and hold you.

This man LIVES for cuddles.

If you don’t like physical touch, he’ll understand and find a way around it so you’re both happy.

Smut under the cut.

He’s usually pretty gentle with you but if he just got home from a tour that you couldn’t go on or he had a rough day, he can get a bit rough.

Light choking, he’ll make you suck his fingers, and his pace can get rougher than it usually is. He’ll never hurt you though.

He loves doggy style or missionary. He’ll do pretty much any position you want though.

LOVES seeing you bent over the table.

Oh, when you suck his cock he melts. He loves the feeling of your pretty mouth around his dick.

Sex while high. While you’re both high of course. He claims its the best sex.

Sometimes he’ll crack a corny ass pun in the middle of a session.

After shows. He’ll get off stage and pull you into his dressing room and just go ham.

Once you did it on a balcony.

The neighbors never looked at you the same after that.

You guys don’t have a set dom or sub, it’s fluid.

Oh, i forgot to mention. He LOVES when you ride him. He just melts.

Sometimes he’ll make you look in the mirror while he pounds into you from behind or while you’re riding him.

Literally the god of aftercare. He’ll get you in a nice bath and rub your back. Or, if you don’t wanna get into a bath, he’ll lay your head down on his lap and play with your hair.

Then he’ll climb into bed with you and cuddle you until you both fall asleep.

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IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED. I HAVENT HAD MOTIVATION TO WRITE MUCH, AND I KINDA FORGOT I HAD ASKS.

THIS IS SHORT AND KINDA BAD BUT.. ITS BETTER THAN NOTHING.

im bad at smut ☹️

[coleaep]

ITS KURT COBAINS BIRTHDAY 🥳 🥳🥳🥳

In his honour here is some adorable photos of him.

[pleasantglitterflower]

Legends will never die (JOE BURROW x COBAIN! READER)

TW: mentions of death, suicide, drugs

I was at Joe's parents' house for lunch to celebrate the birthday of Dan, one of my boyfriend's older brothers. It's been great to be here, I love his family, they've always welcomed me very well, but this happy family moment awakens strong triggers in me and a desire to experience something I didn't have. Seeing Joe talking so animatedly with his father, his brothers and his grandfather, at a certain point my father-in-law hugs him from the side, my eyes instantly water. 

   I quickly excuse myself from the environment I was in, talking to my mother-in-law and my sisters-in-law, and go to the bathroom, where I quickly start crying. Why didn't I have a structured family? Why isn't my father here with me? Why do these shitty drugs and depression exist in this shitty world and affect good people?

  I didn't even see time pass when I heard loud knocks on the door. 

- Baby, open the door - Joe shouts from the other side

I come back to reality and open the door. As soon as Joe sees my swollen eyes, he runs over and hugs me.

- What happened my love? Since the journey you've been quieter and more thoughtful, I didn't say anything before because I knew you'd make up some excuse, but I know you're not well

- Joe, it's not for nothing, you know that I love your family and how you have a great connection, especially with your father, and when I saw you two hugging in the backyard, it was inevitable not to think about my father - I look down embarrassed 

- Hey, look at me - he lifts my chin - You don't need to fake your feelings my dear, I know how difficult it is for you to talk about him, especially since this year it will be 30 years since he died, but know that he is very proud of you wherever he is and that, although his life here on Earth was short, his legacy is eternal.

- It's been very difficult Joe, very difficult indeed. People are putting a lot of expectations on my performance at the tribute, I don't know if I'll want to participate.

- Baby, everything will be fine, you'll do well, I see how much you've dedicated yourself to making a perfect presentation, don't worry - Joe kisses me on the forehead and hugs me tightly

     - Joe, I don't know what I would do without you, I love you so much

- I love you the most Janis - then we kissed.

     In a week's time, the tribute show to my father will take place, in celebration of his 30 years of legacy in music. 30 years ago, Kurt Donald Cobain, my father, left this world grayer, with a legion of fans all over the world in mourning and despair, and an entire family torn apart. I was born on October 27, 1993, six months before his death, and the height of his period of self-destruction due to drugs and depression. Dad fought his demons for years, it wasn't just during that period, and the sudden fame only made these inner demons increasingly present in his life.

  Me and Frances, my older sister, were very exposed to all the scandals caused by our parents, even at our young age, when mom said in an interview that she used heroin when she was pregnant with Frances, she and dad ended up losing custody. However, they managed to recover after promising to undergo rehabilitation. Mom managed to kick her heroin addiction, but unfortunately dad couldn't. When Mom found out she was pregnant with me, Dad was apparently determined to change and be a responsible father to Frances and me, but inside, his demons were screaming more and more, and throughout 1993, Dad tried to commit suicide several times, in addition to intense heroin abuse, until on April 5, 1994, he reached his limit, he could no longer bear to live with that internal anguish that had affected him since he was a teenager.

Even with all the fame, recognition, money and the millions of fans he gained all over the world, Dad couldn't be happy, even though he married the woman he loved and became the father of two daughters that he loved so much, Dad couldn't. he could exorcise his pain within himself, he could no longer stand living in a world in which he could not fit in, a selfish world, full of falsehoods is very cruel. Every year that passes, when I always pick up the farewell letter he wrote, it chills my soul, his anguish was visible in his writing.

  “I had a lot, a lot, and I'm grateful for that, but since I was seven years old I started to hate all humans in general. Just because it seems so easy to relate and empathize. Just because I love and feel for everyone so much, I guess. Thank you from the bottom of my sick, burning stomach for your letters and your concern over the years. I really am an erratic and sad baby! I no longer have passion, so remember, it's better to burn out than to slowly fade away¹. Peace, Love, Empathy.

Kurt Cobain

Frances, Janis and Courtney, I will be at your altar. Please go ahead, Courtney, for Frances and Janis. For their lives, they will be much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU”

It was very difficult for me to accept that my father took his life on his own and that he preferred not to live any longer to be present for me and Frances, but as the years went by and listening to the stories from my mother, Dave, my godfather, , and other people who lived with Dad, I came to the conclusion that he had already given up on life a long time ago and tried to cut it short several times, but it was on that April 5, 1994 that his limit ended, and then he gave a shoots himself with a shotgun. If it hadn't been on that date, it would have been the next day, the following week, my father couldn't bear to live any longer.

   Dave has always been like a father figure to me, he was always by my side for everything I needed and was one of my main encouragers to pursue a career in music, because according to him, I had the same genius to express as my father. feelings in the form of songs. During my adolescence I composed several songs and recorded some demos, but only my family knew about it. I never thought about pursuing a singing career, I wrote according to my imagination and as a hobby, I always wanted to pass on my knowledge to other people, so I studied music in New York, and started teaching music to children in public schools, until I was transferred to a school in Cincinnatti, which is where I met Joe. My class went to do a musical performance at an event for his foundation, and he came to congratulate me on my work, I was super flattered and we became friends, and it didn't take long for us to admit our feelings and he asked me to be his girlfriend in a beautiful sunset  in California.

Joe was always very loving and affectionate with me, and always helped me in moments of vulnerability when I cried in his lap when talking about my father. I've always admired his relationship with his father, how football is a factor that keeps their connection very strong, and I wondered what it would be like for my dad and me talking about music, what he would think of today's music scene, if he Would you be proud of me? 

    When Dave said that my participation would be very important in the tribute to my father, Joe was also one of my main supporters, for him I needed to face my negative feelings and show the world my musical talent, which according to Joe is undeniable that my talent It's genetic. After thinking very calmly, I decided to accept the idea and began to rehearse exhaustively, as Dad deserved perfection.

April 5, 2024- Kurt Cobain Tribute, Seattle 

The big day arrived, if I said I slept calmly I'd be lying, I couldn't stop being nervous for a minute. As the stadium got closer, I felt my stomach drop, while Joe was next to me holding my hand. When we saw it, there were millions and millions of people with Nirvana shirts, with shirts with my father's face, with posters with loving words for him, there were children, teenagers, adults, elderly people, Seattle became small. It's incredible how even 30 years after his death, Kurt Cobain still had a loyal legion of fans, and over the years he gained new fans, many who weren't born at the time of Nirvana's heyday and who had Kurt as an inspiration.

  The tribute line-up was the envy of any other festival, as it had Pearl Jam, Metallica, Guns n Roses, Iron Maiden, Green Day, and the main attraction, Nirvana himself, but this time it would be Janis who would represent Kurt in the vocals. Janis rehearsed nonstop with Dave and Krist, it would be the first time at a festival that Nirvana would make an official performance again since Kurt's death, but this time with Janis paying tribute to her father. Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic always play the songs of the band that made them famous when they get together, but only at intimate shows, so the performance at the tribute would be the band's official return.

Nirvana would headline the event, and it was the most anticipated performance, as Kurt Cobain's daughter would be singing with the remaining members of the band and paying tribute to Kurt.

  The performance was about to start, and Janis was breathing very deeply in her dressing room, until she heard a knock on the door. 

   -Come on

The door opens, revealing the figures of Joe, Courtney and Frances.

  - My love how are you? - Joe questions

- Too nervous, what if I get out of tune? What if I lose my voice? I don't want to disappoint the fans, but especially I don't want to disappoint Dad, no- Courtney interrupts her youngest daughter

- Janis, you will be perfect my daughter, your father is already very proud of you, wherever he is, at this moment he is very happy with the woman you have become - the eldest speaks with her voice choked with emotion

- That's right sister, everyone knows your potential and how hard you work to keep our father's legacy alive to this day, you're going to get on that stage and show those bastards who's boss - Frances shouts excitedly, making the presents laugh 

- My mother-in-law and sister-in-law are absolutely right, you're going to rock my dear - Joe gives me a quick peck

One of the producers enters the dressing room and announces that it is time to go on stage. The tribute to Kurt Cobain is being broadcast online, YouTube went down at certain times due to the large number of hits, and at the time of Janis' performance with Nirvana, 1.5 billion and a half people were online and waiting of the show.

     The band was announced and first came Krist, Dave, and then Janis Cobain, sending the audience into a frenzy. She looked at all the people present in that stadium, quickly looked at the VIP box that had Joe, Courtney, Frances, her in-laws and her brothers-in-law with their wives. Joe was smiling brightly at her full of pride.

  - Good evening - the audience shouts - We are here to celebrate the 30 years of legacy of our dear Kurt Cobain, known as my dear father. Daddy, wherever you are, know that you continue to be very loved and that I'm very proud to be your daughter- I say looking at the sky excitedly- and today I'm going to do my best to give you a great show, LET'S GO MOTHERFUCKERS- I yelled 

The show was perfect, Dave and Krist gave me a lot of support and security, and I felt more and more free. I didn't stop feeling emotional during the most emotional songs, but the important thing is that I had managed to honor my father in the way he deserves. After the show, Joe came running over to hug me.

- I knew you would put on an amazing show love, I'm so happy for you

- Joe, if it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't be here now, thank you so much for always being with me my love, I love you - I kiss him

And in the depths of the sky, Kurt Donald Cobain smiles, very happy for the happiness of his beloved daughter and very satisfied with the honor, he knew that his daughter was very talented, it was no wonder that she is a Cobain.

[airam1quhs]

requested by @screamfome [request: kurt with pancakes that you made for him])

A/N: I hope fem reader is ok? I'm really sorry if that's not what you meant so if someone would like a fic to be gn I would really appreciate that to be specified T-T

She stacked the last pancake on the plate she’d grabbed, before reaching into the fridge to get the syrup. Unscrewing the cap, she poured the golden liquid on generously, trailing thickly down the sides of the stack. The last touch was a few blueberries carefully placed in what she deemed to be flattering positions, and she stood back to admire her work on the kitchen counter. The sunlight was streaming through the windows now, bright light replacing the hazy glow of an hour prior when she’d woken up, having gotten out of bed soundlessly and slipped out while the mass of bedhead and deep breathing she loved laid sideways with hair splayed across his pillow.

Speaking of, just as she placed the plate on the table in front of his seat, the man in question came walking out of the bedroom still in his striped pajamas, with a groggy grin painting his face in shades of sunlight. She couldn’t help but match it with her own, full of mirth and warmth as she admired the sight that he was.

Kurt was perfect to her. Even with his shaggy hair and disheveled appearance, he was perfect.

Her trance was broken when he came closer, and she shook herself out of it, instead offering him an endearing smile as she waved him over to his seat.

Upon spotting the pancakes, he was slightly taken aback, but his grin was ever present as he pulled out his chair and sat down eagerly.

“Love… you didn’t have to do this.”

“I’m not hearing any of that. You deserve this. Now c’mon, seeing you happy is the best gift I could ask for.”

Her words seemed to melt something, as he let out a contented sigh, leaning his cheek on his palm and staring at her with an expression she couldn’t describe.

The sun was high in the sky now, bathing the room in quiet warmth as they enjoyed each other’s presence.

[captain-lessship]

The Cobains Pt. 1

A/n: Here’s a fun water drinking game (We all need to stay hydrated) take a sip every time I use the word ‘soft’ in this.

You had the life of your dreams. 

You were simply finishing up the dishes when you heard a familiar thud. Your cat, Turnip, popped his head out From around the corner of the kitchen doorway.

“Is it who we think it is?” You asked the animal you treated like your own kid. The door rattled like someone was unlocking it, “I think it is!”  

You quickly dried your hands off and picked Turnip up, holding him as if he were a swaddled baby. Just as you left the kitchen and went into the hallway just as he walked in.

A smile came to your face. It was Kurt. He’d been away for a tour and was fun back. 

“Hey honey!” He called, not realizing you were standing right there. When he looked up and saw you; all exhaustion left him.

He loved you. All of you. Your smile, your eyes, your mannerisms and your heart. You were a good person who made other people strive to be better. 

When you two first met, he was drawn to you. 

It was at an album party for Nirvana and you tagged along with your friends who were part of the production team and because you offered to help clean up after, which was a complicated endeavor. Especially after someone threw ranch in a food fight. 

He was stealing glances at you, trying to figure out if he knew you. Being a shy person at heart, he didn’t want to come up to you immediately. But Dave, who he was holding a conversation with, noticed.

“Ya know, if she catches you staring at her, she’ll think you’re a of creep.” He said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, it is kinda weird.” His attention went fully back to Dave, continuing with his conversation. 

Then a tap on his shoulder broke his attention again, he looked to see you. 

“Hi! I just noticed you were looking at me and like, I do that too, I don’t think I know you personally but you seem nice.” 

“Uh, yeah I don’t think we know each other but we could get to know each other?” He said, a smile coming to his face.

Dave just smiled and rolled his eyes as he walked away and left the two of you.

You loved him. All of him. His oceanic blue eyes, his calm demeanor and his gentle voice. He was a calming presence, instantly melting your worries away with a single step into your vicinity. He eased your heart.

You had a habit of taking on too much. A certain instance came to mind: it had been a few months into your relationship and Kurt had stayed over and fell asleep on the couch, which you took as a opportunity to do some of the stuff you had overburdened yourself with:

Help your friend move, been bribed into a different shift and we’re going to night classes at a college you worked hard to get into. 

You were exhausted as you were sitting on table, surrounded by papers. You didn’t hear Kurt get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen.

“Uhh, what’re you doing?” He asked, confused and half asleep.

“Wishing I had a clone.” 

He simply walked to the kitchen table and looked at the papers, “Well, do you want some help? I am not a clone but I can read and have hands.” He joked, doing jazz hands. 

A bright smile came to your face, “Hi!” You exclaimed, “Look who also came to say hi!” You held Turnip out to him.

“Hey buddy,” He took the cat from you, “Aren’t you in a lovey mood?” 

“Where’s your stuff? I probably need to do two loads of laundry cause there’s my clothes too.” 

He softly smiled, “You haven’t even given me a kiss and you’re trying to escape to the laundry room?” He joked.

You rolled your eyes as you walked up to him and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I guess it’s in the car.” 

Kurt gently put Turnip down, “Yeah, I will go get my stuff in a bit. Can we just, ya know, relax for a while?” 

Just one look at his tired eye and you knew what he wanted to do. You smiled as you took his hand and walked him through the house to the  back porch where there was a bench swing. You sat  on the far right side and he promptly laid down, resting his head on your thigh.

You carded your fingers through his hair, slightly twirling parts of it. The swing gently swung, almost putting the extremely overworked man to sleep.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.” You said, gently closing your own eyes. 

“You know, this is the life.”

“Hm?” 

He lifted himself up to look at you, “Sitting on the porch with a beautiful woman, just existing.” 

You took this as an opportunity to scoot closer to his side and lay your head on his shoulder. “There’s only one thing that’s make it better.”

“What?”

“Ocean waves.”

He laughed, which you felt like a low rumble, “You’re still in Hawaii, aren’t you?”

“It was the best vacation ever.” You justified.

“We had to leave your precious baby alone.” He joked.

“People hire babysitters for their kids, why can’t we hire one for our precious Turnip Von Cobanius?” 

“Because he isn’t our kid.”

You feigned an offended gasp, “Kurt! How dare you denounce your son?”

“No son of mine is going to be forced to wear bow ties by his mom.” 

“It was for Christmas.” You said, “And he looked precious.”

“God, I’d hate to see what’d you dress up an actual baby in.”

You paused, “Kurt. You’ve been talking about a baby an awful lot.” 

He looked at you, “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured that, well, since you never said you didn’t want one, we could maybe talk about it but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” 

You thought. You had always wanted a kid in your life and there was no one else you rather have one with. “Are we ready for one? That’s the real question.” 

There was a lot of logic in that thought. Unless you weee both at the peak of readiness, you rather not bring a child into the world.

“Financially? Yeah. Health wise? Sort of, I’d have to stop smoking or smoke less and we’d just have to take care of ourselves a little bit better.”

You had given up smoking due to the stains it was making on your fingers and having developed chronic sinus issues. “I think we’d be good parents.”

“Yeah,” he was deep in thought, “I think I want a kid.” 

“Boy or girl?” You asked. 

“Girl.”

“What’d we name her?”

“I don’t know, definitely not something like Elizabeth or Sara.”

“I like Elizabeth though.”

He scoffed, “It’s too basic.” 

“That’s what makes it beautiful.” You said, looking at the distant clouds. “It is a boy, I want to name him Peter Vincent.”

He scowled and then began repeating it for a moment, then the realization hit him, “No. No matter how much I love you,” you sat up and looked him in the eye, which he promptly yet gently held you by the face, “Our child is not having the same initials as a type of pipe.” 

A fit of laughter spring from you, “Come on! It’d be great.” You pulled your face from his hands, opting to hold one instead. 

“It’s a no. And we reserve the rights to veto names that we absolutely despise.”

“Alright Mr. Cobain,” you huffed, “What would you name your son?”

He thought, “Well, Mrs. Cobain, I would name him Erin. E-R-I-N.”

“Middle name?”

“Daniel.”

You thought, “I like Erin but not Daniel.”

“Erin Vincent.”

“I was kidding about the Vincent thing, darling.” You thought, “What about Graham?”

“Erin Graham? Wait wait, now hear me out,” he seemed as if he had a genius idea, “We do that thing where we wait a few weeks after and let their personalities show, then we pick a name based on that.”

You rolled your eyes, a amuse smile on your face , “Sure, our weeks old baby is already going to have his or her personality planned out.”

“Its a good idea and you know it.” 

It was later that night as you watched Kurt in the reflection in the mirror. You knew the man was close to tumbling over with how sleepy he stumbled around.

“Kurt, come to bed already.” You said, try to entrance and coerce him to your shared bed. 

He looked your way, “Coming, Honey. I just need to wash my hands and turn the light off.”

Ever so truthful, after he did that, you felt the weight of him fall into the bed. The heavy sigh he let out let you know exactly how tired your poor lover was. You rolled over, a soft smile on your face.  You gently moved your hand up and down his back, rubbing it. 

He let out soft, happy sighs at this, “Thank you, baby.” He whispered.

“Mhm, you’d do it for me.” You acknowledged. 

“Might put me to sleep.”

“That’s the point, darling.” You whispered, not what to disrupt the growing lull you were putting him in. 

Soft snores eased your worry of disrupting his trance.

[prettiest-grrrl-inthemorgue]

MASTERLIST

I write for Johnnie guilbert, joey jordison, Jake x johnnie, and maybe others just ask

I won't write smut because I'm only 14, I might write stuff that's slightly suggestive but NO smut

my wattpad is Musicmakesmetingle

Requests are always open!

🥀=Angst

🩷=Fluff

Jake x Johnnie

Fix my problems with a blade🥀🩷

Johnnie guilbert

Joey jordison

I think I love you🩷

None yet

Joey jordison x slipknot/murderdolls members

None yet

[stupidlyobbsessed]

Sleeping with a stranger

@autobahnzurholle

Sorry the pov is fucked up and also this isn't good in general

Pairing: kurt cobain and male reader

Summary: reader goes on tour with nirvana but they only booked 3 rooms so kurt and reader have to share

Warnings: none

Kurt was sitting in the tour bus talking with krist and dave or more so listening to their conversation, they were waiting for one of their friends who for some reason Kurt had never met, he was nervous if he was being honest. Kurt didn't really like meeting new people but from what krist and dave were saying he seemed like a nice guy.

"Hes really cool your gonna love him Kurt" krist said happily "yeah man y/n is awesome" dave adds, speak of the devil and he shall appear y/n walked onto the tour bus, Kurt's eyes widened when he saw him.

"That's him?" Kurt said trying not to blush, the other guys nodded and told their friend to sit down with them.

"Kurt this is y/n, y/n this is kurt" said krist introducing them, Kurt puts his hand out and smiles, y/n happily shakes Kurt's hand. The four boys sit on the tour bus waiting to get to their destination, in the mean time Kurt and y/n get to know eachother.

When they get to the hotel it's already about 10:00pm, the men go to their rooms to unpack but then they realize something. They only booked three rooms and there's four of them, y/n was a last minute person that they decided to bring so they didn't have time to get a separate room for him aswell. Two of the guys were going to have to share.

"I'm not sharing my bed I'm to tall to sleep with anyone else" krist argues, dave speaks up "that's a fair point, krist is a giant there's no room with him, but I'm not sleeping in the same bed as another guy" Kurt looks at his band mates "oh come on why me? I don't even know the guy, im not sleeping with a stranger" he complains "well to be fair you are the smallest of all of us and it would give you guys an opportunity to get to know eachother" krist explains, Kurt looks at y/n to see if he's ok with it "I don't mind, I promise I don't take up much room" y/n says, Kurt nods "ok, ok fine, deal you can sleep with me" Kurt agrees.

"Were gonna head out to a club, maybe get laid, do you guys wanna come?" Dave asks. Everyone just finished unpacking so dave and krist are planning to unwind and party, which isn't really Kurt's thing "I'm good, I'm kinda tired from the drive" Kurt says as he plops down onto his bed. "Yeah me to guys and I don't feel like picking up chick's right now" y/n replies laughing a little, "you guys are no fun suit yourselves" dave says and with that y/n and Kurt are alone.

"So...what do you wanna do?" Y/n asks Kurt who is smoking a cigarette while laying down, Kurt props his head up "I don't know man we could just talk?" Kurt says unsure, y/n nods.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" Y/n asks Kurt, "oh uh no I don't, not anymore atleast, she broke up with me a couple weeks ago" Kurt says taking a drag from his cigarette, "oh I'm sorry" y/n says feeling a little bad, "no, no its ok, she never loved me" kurt reassures him, "do you have a girlfriend?" Kurt asks changing the subject "no, I don't exactly like girls" y/n says to kurt, Kurt blushes slightly "oh" he says quietly "what?" Y/n asks "oh nothing it's just...I think I might like guys too..." kurt admits, y/n smiles "well if you do then I think your pretty cute...not in a weird way" y/n reassures him, Kurt blushes and smiles.

Kurt and y/n talk for a few more hours before finally laying down to go to sleep, they start out laying back to back but neither of them can sleep so they turn face to face, "do you mind if I call you beautiful?" Y/n asks kurt as he sees his bright blue eyes staring up at him, Kurt blushes "I don't mind" kurt says quietly "well your beautiful" y/n cups Kurt's face and moves closer, Kurt can feel his heart beating out of his chest, he's never been in a situation like this with a man. "You're beautiful too" kurt whispers, y/n moves closer and whispers in Kurt's ear "can I kiss you?" Kurt feels like he died and went to heaven, this gorgeous man just asked if he could kiss him, he's never kissed a man before but of course he says "yes..." and with that their lips meet, it's a soft and sweet kiss, their lips move against one another, they fit together like a puzzle, kurt can't help but smile against the other man's lips, they hold eachother close, Arms wrapped around eachother, kurt melts into the others touch and moans soflty into the kiss, he's never been kissed like this, so gentle, yet so powerful, the two may have just met but the kiss was filled with love. They make out until they can't breathe anymore.

Kurt lays his head on y/n's chest and he plays with Kurt's hair "Kurt?" He asks, kurt looks up at him "I really like you, how do you feel about going somewhere tomorrow?, I don't care where as long as we can spend time with eachother"y/n suggests, Kurt's eyes light up "I'd like that" he says smiling, y/n smiles aswell "it's a date then" he gives kurt one last peck on his forehead before they fall asleep in eachothers arms. I guess sharing a bed isn't so bad after all...

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A Broken Promise

•Layne Staley•

Summary: Layne promises the reader that he would try his best to get clean but the promise is broken one day.

Warnings: Slight smut, Death, Drug Use, fluff, sadness

Pairing: Layne Staley x fem!reader

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“COME ON LAYNE YOU GOTTA STOP THIS!”, you shouted as you saw Layne preparing to inject a full syringe of heroin into his arm he looked up at you with guilt written all over his face, “I-I can’t stop I even tried I’m so sorry” he puts his head in his hands as he starts crying, dropping the syringe onto the floor, you put his head into your chest and run your hands through his hair gently soothing him “it’s ok just please stop this for me please I need you here” you felt a few tears running down your face before looking at him, he was a mess “here let’s clean you up” you went into the bathroom and ran Layne a bath and helped him with his clothes and helped him into the bath and started cleaning his hair as you were Layne looked up at you looking like he was gonna cry again “I’m sorry y/n” you looked down at him grabbing the side of his face gently for him to look back up at you “it’s ok Layne I just need you to stop and I promise I will help you I don’t wanna see you fall apart from this” he slightly smiled at you and kissed your lips gently “what did I do to deserve you” you smiled at him “you deserve everything in the world Staley”, after the bath and Layne getting dressed you went into the closet and saw his stash and flushed it down the toilet Layne saw and had sadness written on his face you looked at him walking over to him to sit next to him “I promise you’ll be ok I’ll help you I won’t leave you here Layne” “I don’t know if I can do it” you grabbed his head and put it on your chest “I’ll be with you Layne” you kissed the top of his head he rose from the position “I love you y/n” he smiled and kissed you deeply you felt a smile on your face as you kissed him back, you pulled away from the kiss for air smiling at him “I love you too Layne Staley” and reconnected your lips with his, you felt Laynes tongue against your lips for entrance which you gladly granted he laid you back and kissed down your neck he put his hand on the other side of your neck pulling you neck closer, he looked at you panting slightly “I’m sorry I hurt you I promise I’ll stop” you smiled at his comment kissing his lips “I hope so Layne I promise to help” he laid his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat “I promise” he said before dozing off into sleep”

*April 5th 2002*

You woke up and gently ran your head through Laynes hair smiling at him as you kissed the top of his head which caused him to wake up smiling, god how you loved his smile “Morning” you laughed “Good morning to you” you gently laid him next to you as you got clothes to shower “Lay with me” he laughed dragging the ‘e’ as he said it you just smiled at him and went into the bathroom running a shower, after your shower you saw Layne on the couch singing to himself, you decided to go to the store for some things and went over to Layne “do you want anything from around the corner” he looked up at you grabbing your hand “I’m ok baby” you smiled at him pecking his lips before walking to the store thinking about Layne ‘will he really stop?’ You kept walking trusting Layne.

*Laynes POV*

I sighed and looked down, ‘I need it’ I got up into the closet looking for my other stash y/n didn’t know about, I looked around until I found the stash “I’m so sorry” I said to myself ‘I promised’ I thought as I put the liquids into the syringe preparing to inject and decided to do another ‘another cant hurt right?’ I injected the other full syringe, after a few minutes I felt cold and sweaty feeling the beads go down my forehead, I started breathing heavily and felt my eyes going into the back of my head before blacking out into eternal darkness ‘what have I done’.

*Y/n POV*

You paid the cashier and started walking back home, you walked up the stairs to the condo grabbing the keys from your pocket and unlocking the door “Layne I’m back” you heard a silence and got worried “Layne?” You walked into the room and found Layne on the bed passed out “LAYNE NO!” You ran over to him trying to get him to wake up “YOU PROMISED LAYNE, YOU PROMISED” you went over to the phone dialing 911, after a while you were crying over Layne and the paramedics arrived and grabbed you off of Layne and did everything they could to help him but was pronounced dead, you broke down and wanted him to come back why couldn’t he come back to have another chance you whispered to yourself crying heavily “you promised”.

*Present*

You looked down at a picture of you and Layne, you really wished he didn’t do this all you wanted to do was help him, he promised he would stop, you had a son and named him after Layne “He wouldn’t want you to be sad mum” he was right, layne would’ve wanted you to live your life without him even though you couldn’t see him, he was always with you no matter what went wrong “your right” you sighed putting the picture with the rest of the pictures with you two “he promised he would stop” you felt your son hug you collapsed in his arms “he loves you for everything that you did for him, he’s keeping you safe mum he loves you after everything that went wrong” you wiped your tears away smiling at your son going for a walk to clear your mind with your only thought ‘What if he did stopped?’.

A/n: this was pretty long let me know what you think and please send requests you have any have a good day!

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Artists

Kurt Cobain (Nirvana)

Will Ramos (Lorna Shore)

Yung Gravy

Oliver Sykes (BMTH)

Bands

Slipknot

Sleep Token

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

kurt cobain x fem!reader

summary: after breaking up with courtney, kurt can breath beside his beloved y/n. his soul is free, but y/n's dreams aren't. trigger warning: knives, bad dreams, baddy written fluff (?), courtney is evil in that one word count: 1.169k

it could be a peaceful night, after days of fight –divorcing from courtney, y/n wanted to be beside kurt, supporting him by taking care of frances at home, or taking a confession on court, admitting to them that courtney in fact, were not okay. hanging out with them, it was y/n, who got a call from him when he locked up himself behind doors, when courtney called the police that he was trying to murder himself with a gun. getting there at the same time as the cops, she was the first witness the law called. after the sentence that kurt and courtney was no longer a couple, kurt and y/n went home. their romance started under his marriage, but it wasn't real cheating, y/n was too freaked out to do anything before their divorce. she didn't want to be a homewrecker, and plus, courtney frightened her until the end.

as courtney collected her leftover clothes, y/n turned to make some tea. she wished that the other woman could get away quickly, and the kettle boiled for too long.

"you know, i always wondered why kurt wanted you. i mean, you are truly beautiful, i can't take that away from you, it's just... you are so fucking dumb."

"...sorry, what?" y/n turned around. courtney leaned on the doorframe, smiling.

"you re so fucking dumb, really, really dumb if you think he's not gonna leave you. you are boring for him, yes, your... secrecy can be hot for awhile, but it's not enough to keep him."

"i'm sorry, but... why can't you accept the situation?" y/n barely whispered.

"why are you saying always sorry?" courtney's face was suddenly closer, her mouth grew bigger, and claws crawled on her fingers as she began to get closer to her. suddenly, grabbing y/n's shoulders, she grabbed her, tossing on the bed where usually she and kurt slept. something gleamed in the low light; a knife –courtney was holding a knife, pointing it to her. "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! you should apologize for being a whore and taking away my life!"

"i can't to anything, it was your fault!" y/n cried, trying to free herself, but courtney was too strong. way too strong, she draw blood from y/n's wrist.

"OF COURSE YOU CAN!" it wasn't her sound, it was like an animalistic scream, from the deep of her throat, her soul. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY AFTER ALL OF THAT! YOU STOLE MY LIFE!"

"no!" y/n tried to scream. no, no, no, no!

"y/n, y/n..." courtney pointed the knife at her skin, slowly pulling it. she didn't felt pain, but it was terrifying.

"no, please, please no!" shaking, it was no help. no way out, she's gonna die here–

–in this stupid dream.

"y/n, please, wake up." it was kurt, but for a moment, and as he turned over her, she thought it was still her dream... or worse, that it was in fact, reality and that crazy psycho-bitch came to murder her. screaming, she looked at her wrists, almost hitting her lover in the head.

"courtney, kurt, what... what?" a single thought couldn't form in her mind as she fought her tears, catching her head from side to side to check that she wasn't in danger. "she's... where... she was, i don't, i'm sorry, just..."

"y/n, please, listen to me!" kurt pleaded, holding her face between his palms. "it was just a dream, just a dream, love."

"a dream? my wrists..." she murmured, looking at her hands. kurt held them, kissing it as they explored them together.

"see? nothing happened to you. your wrists are alright, just as your lovely body."

"yeah..." y/n nodded, inhaling and exhaling, kurt did it with her. tilting her forehead to his, seeking comfort from him. she still couldn't believe what she dreamt, it was so... real. but she didn't want to tell it to him, because it would just rile him up, and he deserved a good sleep after tiring days.

"or should i make some tea? it may help you to calm down." he asked, ready to stand up from the bed, making y/n whine like a baby cat and claw after him.

"please don't, just... stay here with me."

if you go away, maybe you never come back. she knew it wasn't true, but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"okay, then i'll just hug you until you're alright." he said, touching her chin, making her nod.

"yes, please." y/n ducked herself under his arms, not daring to close her eyes. the warmth of his body calmed her down, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, she didn't want to see him cry. stroking her back with his fingers, kurt kissed the crown of her hair.

"do you want to talk about it?" y/n shook her head. "no problem, babylove. you'll talk about it when you're ready."

"just some nasty things happened to my wrists." she murmured, making him look down to her.

"only in your dreams, darling. i'd never let anything happen to your precious wrists."

he helped her peeling off her sweated t-shirt, giving her a new one. offering her to bath, she declined. she was too scared to stay away from him even for a moment, so he just opened the window, the noises of the city always calmed her down since childhood.

"sorry for waking you up, baby." she whispered, facing him as he kept her lose by keeping his hand on her back and her hair, twirling her locks around his fingers. "i wanted you to sleep, to get rest."

"don't you dare to say sorry, love. i'm here to help you, just as you helped me these days, didn't you?" kurt asked, not even waiting for an answer, because he knew she did it. "we're here to help each other, and as long as i see that you're alright, it's worth everything."

y/n tried to say something, but kurt hushed her as he kissed her eyelids, her eyelashes.

"and what does matter a couple of hours? i missed you in my sleep either way. these days were tiring for all of us, but it's over now. tomorrow we gonna see bean, she's so happy for you every time she sees you."

"i'm glad." she smiled, brushing his short, blonde and angelic hair.

"i'm glad that you take part in my life. i know it's not a triumph, but..."

"it's the best thing that ever happened to me to be in your life." she whispered, giving him a longing, slow sweet kiss. resting her head on her pillow, inhaling his scent, she fell in love with him again.

"i love you, kurt." i love that you heal unconsciously the things you've never caused.

"i love you too, y/n. i'm never gonna let those ugly bad dreams get to you anymore."

and it was true. they never came again.

a/n: sorry if it wasn't that good, i'm just tryna get used to kurt's soft personality. but anyway, i like domestic fluff so maybe there's gonna be more like this.

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bye bye babiez

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BACK TO BED

Kurt x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, p in v penetration

Lmk If I missed anything;)

760 words;)

“I think she’s finally asleep”.

Kurt comes into the room in just his sweatpants, hanging lowly around his hips. I was tucked into bed, sitting against the headboard, my nose in the latest book i was reading. I put it down as soon as he sat on the end of the bed, exhausted from our 3 year old toddler that didn't seem to ever settle.

"Good job," i praise, as he comes up next to me and tucks himself into bed.

"She's a little shit sometimes," he retorts, wrapping his arms around me and lying his head on my shoulder. I run my hands through his messy hair and let out a laugh.

"Wouldn't have it any other way though," Kurt murmurs, turning his head to place a soft kiss on my neck, just below my ear.

I hum in response, closing my eyes to savour the lingering feeling of his soft lips. His kisses continue to trail from under my ear to my shoulder, pulling down the strap of my tank top.

"How about some mommy and daddy time?" Kurt smiles against my skin, and i let out a laugh as his arms tighten around me.

"Oh yeah?" I tease, turning to Kurt and finally connecting my lips. He moans softly into the kiss, as i move over to straddle his lap. His hands gravitate towards my ass cheeks, grasping them in his big warm hands.

I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue diving into his mouth. He pulls me closer, our chests pressed together before he breaks away and lifts my tank top over my head. Now skin to skin, his hand travels from my ass to my�� breasts, kneading one in his hand. His other hand pulls down on his sweats and boxers, his hard erection springing out and rubbing against my clothed heat. The feeling of his bulge against where i needed it most made a small whimper escape my lips.

"I need to feel you Kurt," i mumble against his lips, moving my own panties to the side as he lines himself up at my entrance. His tip rubs back and forth between my folds, collecting my arousal, before i sink down onto him. He lets out a low moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels my tight walls close around him.

"Oh fuck baby," he curses, his hands gripping back onto my ass, helping me rise and fall on his length, quiet moans coming from my own lips as he stretches me out.

"Feels so good," i moan, gripping onto his broad shoulders and digging my nails into his skin, as he buckles his hips up to meet mine in a fast, greedy rhythm.

Our bedroom fills with the echo of my combined moans as i continue to ride Kurt, both of our eyes closed in lust and desperation for the other. It meant that i also didn't notice our door creak open, and the light filtering in from the hallway.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Both of us stopped and closed our mouths, careful not to make another noise. My heart pound loudly in my chest as i scrambled for my tank top and slipped it back on.

"Just a sec baby", I called behind me to my toddler, who was now standing in the doorway of the bedroom with his plush bear, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his tiny hand.

You got off Kurt, Kurt giving me a look as if to say "oh shit" and pulled up his own sweats, getting out of the bed with me. We both walk slowly over to our toddler, crouching down to his height to speak to him.

"Are you okay princess ?", Kurt asks, scooping him up in his arms and cradling him. I stand to run a hand through his blonde bed hair, as he lets out a tired yawn.

"Yeah, I heard you screaming.. I thought you were hurt," he grumbles, and Kurt tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape his lips.

"Mommy? Why were you on daddy?" She asks innocently, her dark doe eyes staring into mine.

"Uh-" i look at Kurt in panic and he shrugs his shoulders with a smile in his face, "we were just playing baby".

"Okay," she says simply, closing his eyes and resting his head against Kurts chest.

"Back to bed princess, no more wondering around," Kurt says, carrying her out of the room. Not before turning around and mouthing, "we'll finish this when I get back".

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⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧

Chapter II: Call It What You Want

⛧ pairing: rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader

⛧ contains: angst, fluff, pining, slow burn, fwb

⛧ word count: 3.4k

⛧ previous chapter: here

⛧ warnings: allusions to smut ! mdni !

“Ugh, Robin I just don’t know, neither of these feels right.” You groan with your voice full of frustration, standing in front of your full-length mirror glaring at your reflection knowing you’re running out of time to make a decision. You have a hanger in either hand. Both are holding up two almost identical long black gowns, at least to Robin who never cared too much about these kinds of things. You take turns switching between the two comparing how the fabrics would compliment your silhouette.

Robin is sitting on the corner of your bed on the opposite side of the small room, sitting up on her elbows as she giggles quietly. “I don’t understand, you know you’re gonna look good in either of them. Just flip a coin or something.” She says with a caseous smile knowing that it’s not the response you’re looking for. You’ve changed your mind on what would fit your persona best almost every day this week. It took Robin only ten minutes in the men’s section of the local thrift store the two of you frequented, so you’re sure at this point she’s heard all but enough of your ranting.

“This isn’t a decision a coin can make, Robin! I’m ‘Elvira, Mistress Of The Darkness’. I need to be tantalizing!” You say dramatically with your voice low dragging out the end of your words, holding both arms out. Robin sits up laughing at you, turning to grab one of your throw pillows and hurls it towards your direction. “You are absolutely ridiculous.” She half-way shouts at you, letting another laugh slip through her words. You bend down to reach the pillow before sloppily tossing it back at her chest. She grabs onto it and holds it in her lap. “It’s only one night. I can almost guarantee you this isn’t an end-of-the-world, life-altering decision.” You roll your eyes, sighing at how relaxed Robin can be about every situation. “Okay, Fine! You be the coin then,” you state. “Heads… or tails.” switching between the two dresses hovering in front of your frame.

Robin has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, specifically since your seventh-grade band class. You two have seen each other’s endless cringe phases, every heartbreak the other had endured, and nursed each other back to health after more nights out than you can count. You’ve always thought she was the one person who truly knew you inside and out. Moving in together over the last summer really solidified that idea.

“Oh, Fun!’. Robin squeaks out hopping up to her feet being fully sarcastic. She crosses her arms over her chest giving a dramatic thinking face as if this was the most important choice she’s ever had to make. “Wow, and you think I’m bad at making decisions.” You scoff jokingly. “Tails. I like the sleeves. Kurt approved!’. She points to the second option, referencing her own costume, Kurt Cobain. The dress she picks has long off-the-shoulder sleeves and a slit up one of the legs. “You’re talking about yourself in the third person, as your Halloween costume, and I’m the ridiculous one?” You scoff. “You just referred to me as a coin, I think all options are on the table here.”

Amid the silence between your words, you’re startled by the sudden loud ringing from an incoming call. “Jesus, that’s like the third time today. He really is relentless.” Robin says. “You don’t even know that’s him.” You say defensively walking over to your nightstand grabbing your phone, laying both of the dresses down onto your comforter. You look over to Robin who is staring you down with her eyebrow raised, doing her best to bite her tongue. “So…?” She almost whispers. “Yeah okay, it’s him!” You spit out.

“I’m just gonna answer.” Walking over to Robin and grabbing her hand to lead her to the door, opening it in a way to kindly kick her out. She stops halfway through the doorway “How long are you gonna keep putting up with his ‘wannabe tough guy rockstar’ shtick?” She knows how these things go, and has seen the aftermath from each one. “Goodbye robin…” you drag out, putting the phone up to your ear and shutting the door on her. “You know, that wasn’t a very nice thing to do!” You hear muffled from the hallway outside your bedroom door. “Robin!” You protest, shouting through your teeth.

You turn, taking in a deep breath. “Hello?” You say sheepishly trying to play innocent. “Hey! There you are!” You can’t help but smile at the familiar voice on the other line. “Thought you had been dodging my calls.” He laughs out sarcastically, oblivious to your actions. That’s exactly what you had been doing but he didn’t need to know that. You pause for a second trying to gather yourself to avoid blowing your cover. “Oh, no, I’m sorry I- I just guess I’ve been caught up trying to get everything ready for tomorrow night. What’s up?” Attempting to sound sincere.

“You’re really still doing that Halloween thing with Harrington? I thought you would’ve given up on that by now.” He says almost judgmentally, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest, Eddie always had this territorial claim on you, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. You roll your eyes and sigh quietly moving the phone away from your mouth before speaking again. “It’s more just for Robin, but we do this every year Eddie, I don’t know why you seem surprised.” you scoff.

“It’s whatever doll, as long as you’re still gonna make it tonight. Me and Gareth just finished up on soundcheck. Want you here tonight.” You can feel his excitement through the phone. Fuck. Tonight, it completely slipped your mind with everything going on. Maybe you were being more sincere than you had realized.

Corroded Coffin’s typical Tuesday night just happened to fall the night before Halloween. One of the only holidays Eddie ever really showed any interest in. It’s the one day out of the year where he can fully embrace all of the weird shit he’s into and everyone just goes along with it. He always played into that, you never knew anyone else so excited for an excuse to wear a cape and fake plastic fangs out in public, but he did it. Every. Single. Year. Without fail.

Eddie has had tonight’s date circled on his calendar for months, you were there with him as he did it. The child-like gleam in his smile as he realized they would have a show the night before his favorite day of the year was unforgettable. He circled the date obnoxiously large in red pen, adding ‘most metal night ever!!!’. The two of you were sprawled out across his bed, half nude from the intimacy you shared earlier in the night. Eddie had his guitar in his lap lazily strumming whatever tune had found its way into his mind at the moment and a lit cigarette dangling from his swollen lips. You are on his he opposite side resting on your hips, propping yourself up with your elbow. All you’re able to do is stare, completely entranced by the scene before your eyes, lost in the high of his presence. He springs up quickly moving his guitar under his arms and his cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

“What if I played you your favorite song at our show that night?” He whispers devilishly. You scoff in response “You don’t even know my favorite song, Eddie.” He places a hand over his chest, putting on his best show of being dramatically offended by your remarks. “You really think that, huh? I’m hurt sweetheart- of course, I know what it is.” He smirks his words in full defense. “For Whom The Bell Tolls. You told me the first night you came out to see the band. No surprise to me you can’t recall that, you were all over me.” He laughs blowing smoke from his last hit. You lean over and playfully punch him in his upper arm. “I was not all over you I was just-“ He cuts off your words, inching closer to closing the space between you two. “Just what? Hm?” His voice dripped with seduction. “Just getting to… know you better.” Lying through your teeth. “Maybe want to get to know me a little more, right now Doll?” His voice fizzles out slowly with every word, finally closing the gap between both of your lips.

You knew how much that night meant to him already, and he wanted you included. A perfect example of one of the many ways he had your heart tied down. No matter how long he strung along the idea of what you two could become if he could just give his ego a rest, you were completely wrapped around his finger.

“Dollface? You still there…?” Brought back to reality as his voice rings through your ear snapping you back to your conversation. “Yes! I uh- I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You spill out quickly, overwhelmed and caught up in the memories of the night you planned this all. “Our show tonight, you’re gonna be here right?” he almost pleads. Your hand swipes over your face as you crinkle your nose. “Oh yeah! You’re talking about that group Corroded coffin aren’t you?” You joke attempting to ease the tension. “Hm… I’m not sure if I’ll make it, heard a lot of sketchy things about their guitar player you know? Left a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth.” Hoping he doesn’t catch on to the fact that you completely blanked on your shared plans.

All he can do in response is chuckle in a way you can hear him smirking through the phone. “Oh, that right? Interesting you bring that up actually because the last I heard, their vocalist is kind of sweet on you.” Playing along with your game. “Is that so? Never would’ve guessed such a thing” you say with your bottom teeth between your teeth, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Think he’s even planning on taking you back to his place tonight, take that bitter taste right out of your mouth, sweeten up the deal.” He almost growls in your ear. You feel a hot flush pull its way up to the surface of your cheeks, rolling your eyes at how cocky he can be. “Very smooth Munson, guess you’re just lucky you’re good at more than one thing.” You hear him chuckle again.

“Seriously though, be here tonight. Swing by early? Around seven, if you can make it by then. Share a couple of drinks with me before you’re forced to admire me from afar the rest of the night.” You can already sense where his mind is at for his plans for the two of you once their set is over. “Coudnt miss out on seeing if that little rumor you’ve heard is true or not. I’ll see you soon Ed’s.” Your face now fully embracing the flush he brought upon you, he always found a way to reel you right back in. “Looking forward to it, Dollface. See ya.” His voice is sweet as he ends the call.

You flop back down on top of your mattress as a wave of emotion surges around you. Eddie was the one vice you could never force yourself to kick. There was just something so intoxicating about what you two shared. For as long as you two had known each other there was just something about Munson that just did it for you. You and Eddie were never remarkably close in High school, but you always liked to think you two both had this mutual agreement that there was something more sincere between you than either of you liked to lead on.

A few shared classes and small bursts of conversations in passing through the school halls were the main things keeping you two intertwined. Eventually, he had built up the courage to fully present his full self to you by inviting you to bear witness to his “satanic cult of Hellfire”. Your first real glace into his sickly sweet confidence that he couldn’t help but radiate once in character. You wish you could say this became a familiar practice, but to your surprise, Eddie had fallen victim to the high of the chase for the queen of Hawkin HIgh- Chrissy Cunningham. His first-ever real relationship, nearly squashing all of your newly found infatuation. From what you’ve heard through friends around town, they didn’t end up last much longer than a few months after that, once Eddie learned Chrissy had only been with him to score a cheap deal on whatever drugs he could offer her, he called it quits. Things between you and Eddie especially drifted apart after graduation. With nothing to force the two of you two together your fire slowly dwindled out with time.

Years have gone by since then but you still always felt a tug in your heart when you thought back to him. Around that same time you started a new part-time job over the summer, at the freshly opened record shop in your town. You had figured that the easy cash and your admiration and knowledge of music would make this chapter of life a breeze, even though barely any of the customers that came in bothered to browse the rock and metal bins you were so excited for. Today was like any other of the few shifts you’ve worked thus far. Checking out customers at the back counter, and going behind them to reorganize the various records the way they were intended to be.

You’re standing over the indie section of the shop as you hear the slight jingling of the front door opening. You turn to put on your usual “Welcome in, let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.” bit when you’re suddenly frozen in place by the sight of a familiar curl-topped silhouette that strolls through the door. Your breath hitches in your throat before you can ever open your mouth to speak. Every nearly buried feeling you had instantly rose back to the surface when your eyes met the brown doe eyes across from yours. You start to turn on your heel to make a quick exit but you aren’t quick enough, followed by a soft but confused grin from his plush lips. You shoot him a shy wave before he makes his way closer to you.

“You have to be shitting me, is that who I think it is?” He laughs out in disbelief. “The one and only.” you say awkwardly. He bites his tongue in his cheek before speaking again, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I really only came here to check the place out, but this is much more exciting than any album I would’ve found.”. You try your best to suppress the rush of fluttering throughout your stomach but it’s no use. Up until this moment, you hadn’t ever fully understood the extent of how much your silly high school crush was still stuck inside of you. “Well, you can’t come all this way and just not pick anything up.” Needing to change the subject before you melt. “Shit, guess you’re right. What do you recommend?” He purrs, swinging his arm out to the side and inviting you to take him toward whichever direction of the shop you need access to.

“Right this way.” you start walking towards the new releases section. “Yes, ma’am.” He utters seductively. You’re glad you’re facing the other direction because the rose tint of your cheeks would’ve been impossible to shield. Moments later you’re flicking the individual records between your nimble fingers before you find the one you’re searching for. “How about…this.” You sway your hips to turn to present him with the record of your choice. “just came out last month, a bit more underground and on the heavier side, but I figure you’re into that kind of thing.” you say confident in your decision. “Hell yeah, that’s perfect.” He mouths excitedly, placing the album in his hand. “I’ll have to uh- check it out.” His eyes traced the curves of your body, his words laced with a double meaning. Fuck, if he hadn’t realized yet he definitely knows the effect his words have on you now.

You both walk over to the cash register to finalize the sale. “you uh, you still in that band?” trying to fill in the awkward gaps with conversation. “Corroded Coffin?” he chuckles, eyes on yours as he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. “Yes! That’s the one.” your voice full of joy. “Yeah actually, I am. We play over at The Hideout every Tuesday night. You should come out next time.” he offers. “I’d love that actually, oh uh- here is your change by the way. Thanks for coming by.” not wanting to end the conversation even though you have to. “Shit yeah, almost slipped my mind.” he says before walking to the exit. “Hey, who knows maybe one day I’ll come in here and buy my own record off of you.” he shouts across the small shop before moving through the door.

Holding up to your end of the bargain you show up to The Hideout the very next Tuesday. The band had already started playing by the time you made it. It wasn’t hard for Eddie to spot you from the stage once you walked in with there only a handful of people at the bar since it was a weeknight. His face instantly lights up in a big goofy grin as he tries to keep his composure for the rest of their set. As soon as he’s off stage he finds his way towards you and orders your drink of choice, a vodka redbull. There’s not much you can say about that night, most of it is a faint drunken memory of his tongue down your throat in his favorite booth and your hand tangled in his hair or gripping the sheet he laid over the mattress in the back of his van. What you can say is that night changed everything from then on.

You lean over the check the time on the clock on your bedside table and start to get ready for whatever tonight may bring.

You straighten your waist-length jet-black hair, leaving your bangs a little messy. Your eyes are dressed in a dust-colored smokey eye, a thick wing of black eyeliner, and bold lashes. To no one’s surprise, you struggle to pick an outfit. You end up going with a cropped white tank top that shows off your form-fitting black bra underneath and a pair of ripped-up black denim shorts. You accidentally rip through part of your fishnet tights putting them on when your zipper gets caught, but you decide it adds to your aesthetic. A thick black cardigan and loose beanie to keep you warm until you get inside the venue which you know from experience will be full of body heat, and a pair of platform combat boots finish off your look before you grab your bag and keys to head off.

Almost instantaneously as you walk through your bedroom door shutting it behind you, Robin spots you and knows exactly where you’re heading. “Wow, he really got you back that easy huh?.” you groan and roll your eyes. “Robin come on, it’s only one night, he invited me ages ago.” pleading for her understanding after you promised her you swore Eddie off for good. “It’s been one night for…” turning up her blank wrist and looking at an imaginary wrist watch “What?…almost a year now?”. You take a deep breath and walk towards the front door of your shared house. “One night Robin! One. Night,” you say facing the opposite direction of her and shutting the door. As you grab your keys from your bag to turn the lock you hear a faint, muffled “Use protection!” shouted from the other side of the door. “I hate you!” you tell back sarcastically before heading to your car.

Maybe Robin was right, and you should give up hope on Eddie coming around the idea of you two being more than just casual fuck-buddies, but you both know you are far too stubborn and hopelessly in love for that to happen. Whatever he wanted to call you, you were his.

༺ the end.

chapter III: ‘bite the hand that feeds’

coming: soon!

[emwheezie]

"Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen" UPDATED

Each character in our story has an important event that helped shape their them. We thought it'd be cool to keep their age consistent across each of these stories. Possible TW in some of these.

Art of Enzo and Lennon in HS.

1996, Meg prepares for her Quinceanera. She doesn’t want to have that big party and have all the attention on her. Meg has been super depressed and kids at school bully her, saying that she is going to kill herself like Kurt Cobain did. She doesn’t want these people at the Quinceanera, but her mom invited all the girls in her class. Her Quince doesn’t go as planned, not ruined by her bullies...but by someone who has been stalking her... 

1999, Tony recruits his older friend Ashley to "be his mom" and sign off on a parental consent form for his first tattoo. He must hide this from his parents... When they find out, they fear this tattoo will halt his "future career as a lawyer."

2000, Liv is convinced by her older sisters go out on a mini “sister only road trip.” After driving around for an hour or two, they abandon Liv at a gas station, teasing her that it’s “sisters only” and she isn’t a real sister because she is adopted. 

2000, Gia fights with her first girlfriend, leading to their breakup. They share one last “goodbye” kiss. 

Gia’s story continues into Theo’s  

2000, Theo is super high and accidentally walks into the girl’s locker room where he finds Gia making out with some girl. Theo didn’t know girls could do that with each other. 

2001, Rosie is asked to step down from her school’s dance team because of her recent weight gain.  

2001, Enzo witnessed a murder. The criminal gang paid him off with a duffel of cash to forget what he saw. This moment changed his brain chemistry and explains how Enzo seemingly has an endless amount of cash and no job or parental assistance. (This is backstory is mostly comic relief and played off much less serious than the others.)

2001, Oli and his friends decide to wear dresses to school one day during spirit week. Oli steals a dress from his sister. After the group of boys make their statement and take pics, they change back to their regular clothes. Oli didn’t get the memo and is stuck in the dress all day. He gets teased and feels insecure. His asshole friends think it’s hilarious and won’t let him borrow any clothes. He’s stuck like that for the day. Once the teasing calms down, Oli realizes he kind of likes wearing the dress. O_0 

2002, Lennon hasn’t showered for about 4 months. He gets bullied for being greasy and cuts off all his hair in the school bathroom. Enzo is sitting in the big stall, skipping (art) class to draw dragons in his sketchbook. He thinks Lennon is such a weird little dude and befriends him. The next day, BigMac gives Lennon $20 to go somewhere professional to get his hair looking half decent after he went ham on it. Instead, he and Enzo spend the money on something stupid. He lies to his dad about how he spent the money. 

2004, Alyssa is severely bullied at school for her love of plushies. The one thing she cares about most is her mall job at Build a Bear. Her school bullies haze her while she’s at work, ending with them destroying the store. They throw the unstuffed bears and knock over displays. They get to the stuffing machine and let it rip fluff everywhere. The bullies escape before mall security and police arrive. Alyssa gets fired from her job because of this incident. It’s not fair, but her manager felt it was the easiest solution to avoid this happening again in the future. :(  

2004, Park makes a trek to Area 51 from his Florida home to find his dad.

[xdinaryvamp]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 🩷 ` teasan "never seen before"!!

where a mysterious stranger starts leaving notes in the books you read, hoping you'll write to him at the number he gave you.

genre : fluff, "secret" ( non so much ) admirer, gn reader.

pairings : bookwarm!taesan × bookwarm!reader.

if there was one thing you loved with all of your being it was reading.

you loved getting lost in the pages, traveling on ink and imagining worlds. you loved that fictional world much more than the real world, and you took refuge in it whenever you could.

books had made you know thousands of things, allowed you to experience emotions you had never felt before and created a corner that was just yours. the problem? they had also made you a hopeless romantic.

the characters in the stories were very different from the people who populated your daily reality, yet so plausible that you confused them with something possible in your everyday life. but it wasn't like that.

real people were much less predictable, more selfish, and less intelligent. not to mention the fact that you couldn't form an opinion of them at the end of the book, you had to get hurt to really get to know them, and you didn't want to suffer.

yet, even though you were aware of this rift between your two worlds, you continued to hope for that love similar to the fiction you read.

that's why that afternoon you had to do your best not to start laughing like an idiot all by yourself.

it was a day like any other, and taking advantage of the free time you took refuge in the library. not that you didn't like reading on your own at home, but there was an atmosphere in that building that made you feel at ease, so you went there as much as possible, even several times a week.

that particular day, you had to go to the bathroom, so you momentarily left the book you were reading on the table that was in front of you.

upon returning, inside the book you found a note, folded in two and hidden inside the page you were reading.

----- ☆

“i certainly have not the talent which some people possess, of conversing easily with those i have never seen before.”

i've seen you reading ‘pride and prejudice” two times this month, so i read it too, it was beautiful. you intrigue me, but i don't like starting conversations with people ( the quote should already be explanatory of this ). would you like to write to me first? i want to know more about you, besides your pretty face.

my number: ××× ××× ××××.

----- ☆

on average you wouldn't have done it, but the note in the book was too cliché that it didn't make you smile, and besides it made you curious.

you wrote to him. he had a photo of kurt cobain as his profile picture, so you had no idea what his face looked like. but you didn't care, you wanted him to remain a mystery.

you talked all day about books and music, and you were fascinated by his calm manner which was even noticeable in the messages. he would ask you what your favorite books were, and then he would read them. he would send you his playlists, and you would listen to them until you fell asleep.

he also complimented you from time to time; “you look beautiful”, “i loved the way your hair were styled today”, “i couldn't read anything, you were too distracting”.

you, on your side, never turned to see who those messages were from. you had an image of him, and you didn't want to ruin it.

teasan -that was his name- was your personal fictional boy, the crush you always wanted to have. what if meeting him ruined everything? you would have been destroyed by this.

you continued to talk to him for months, finding, those few times you left your seat, little notes and pieces of poetry in the book you were reading. they were never too romantic, but they still made your heart beat.

you always had to try your best not to react too much to these small gestures, especially when there were people around you.

like that morning, where the seat next to you was occupied by a beautiful boy busy reading a book by murakami. he looked like one of the male leads of a fantasy romance, with his soft black hair and a serious expression. in another circumstance you would have paid more attention to his appearance, but not that day, because in the moment in which you went to get a coffee from the coffee machine, another piece of poem had been inserted into your book.

----- ☆

[ . . . ] those rare strangers

who make me

catch my breath

the first time we meet.

[ . . . ] i am drawn to them

but do they see me?

or am i just part of

the wallpaper of their life?

susan ash. “first encounters”

----- ☆

you did your best to except smile as you placed the piece of paper in the pocket of your jeans. you had saved them all, and kept them in a box in your bedroom.

“i certainly have not the talent which some people possess, of conversing easily with those i have never seen before.” the boy next to you spoke, without moving his eyes away from the book he was reading.

your heartbeat lost a beat recognizing that words. “i'm sorry, what?”

he looked up from the book, and you were enchanted by the beauty of his eyes. you wanted to believe that he was the notes boy, that he was taesan, the guy you had a crush on, but you didn't want to disappoint yourself.

he smiled, and then he closed the book he was reading. “i don't want to be just the wallpaper of your life anymore, y/n.” he said, and you convinced yourself that it was really him.

“i would like to be a more tangible part of your life, if you'll let me.”

and of course you agreed. you were already in love with him, and by now the fear of the first meeting had vanished. there was nothing that could stop you from living your real fictional story with him.