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black star. - chapter 3 [show me how]

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "i’m gonna melt down."

january 3rd 1991

"SO THAT’S DAVE gorl?" Krist whispered to Sam. "Bro.." Krist looked at her confused. "Grohl...it's Grohl..on that note I think we should finally introduce ourselves."

The 5'2 and 6'7 duo were sitting on the couch that was in the recording studio while they watched Kurt and Dave talk. Sam although fairly outgoing she was a people watcher and from what she saw in Dave she felt this sort of welcoming vibe off of him which she enjoyed. So she finally got up from her spot and walked over to the two.

"Hi! I'm Sam! I'm the one who recommended you as our drummer!" She smiled brightly putting her hand out to shake. Dave just smiled and shook her hand. "So you know Freddie?" He asked. "Not really I'm friends with Rory and she's in a band with him so it was more of a friend of a friend situation!" Sam giggled at her wording, thinking to herself that it would be a good song title for maybe a future song.

"Now we gotta see if he can play…what's up man I'm Krist." The VERY tall man introduced himself to the "newest member". "Yeah—uh what do you guys want me to do?" Dave asked, a glint of nervousness in his eyes. This made Sam smile and pat his shoulder. "It won't be that hard—if you're good that is.."

The series of small tests Dave performed consisted of him playing songs from Bleach like "About a girl" and "Love Buzz". All of which Dave excelled at. Sam knew that Dave was a good drummer since he taught Freddie and Freddie was an amazing drummer.

"Hey this kid is pretty good—just uh don't tell him that I said that" Krist whispered to Sam. Krist wasn't the type to compliment people but he recognized talent when he saw it. "Yeah sure." She laughed as Kurt started.

"So what do you guys think?" He asked the duo. "Um shouldn't we be talking about this..not in front of him?" Sam raised her eyebrow. "I dunno never done this before." The blonde shrugged. "Okay..I like 'em' so.." She said before the two looked at Krist for his answer.

All Krist did was give a thumbs up. "Ok big guy let’s use our words next time—so now what do you think?" Sam patted Krists upper arm before asking since Kurt his opinion.Kurt just mimicked Krist with the thumbs up before laughing. "Well it's settled then! We got our selves a drummer!" Sam smiled at Dave who was still behind the drum set. "Wait really?" He asked.

"Yeah man!" Krist beamed at Dave, who had this funny confused look on his face. "Oh well then thanks!" Dave smiled still a bit confused but happy nonetheless.

Later at Krists house, the band (and Shelli) were just sitting anywhere there was a flat surface while listening to any records that Krist had. Sam and Kurt were talking on the floor, facing eachother, knees touching (criss cross apple sauce). Krist was leaning on the counter while dave was sitting on a chair near said counter while Shelli was sitting on the couch listening to the music and anyone else's conversations she picked up on.

"We NEED to do a cover of a bowie song!" Sam clapped as Kurt laughed at her antics. "You're right we should...maybe-" "the man who sold the world" the two said in union before laughing some more. "Kurt..I think we are one." Sam turned serious and put her hands on his shoulders. "We are one." He said back.

"What the fuck are those two on?" Shelli laughed before taking another sip of her drink. "They’re actually sober..for once.." Krist chugged his drink. "So Mr.Gorl do you like seattle?" The bassist asked the drummer. "Grohl man.. uh I guess it's cool I like the fact that there are a lot of music stores?"

"You had time to go to some?" Shelli asked, a bit shocked since a dave had only been there for a day and a half. "Yeah when I first got there, there are some near the airport!" Dave pointed a thumb behind him as if giving directions.

"Say it with me Kurt!" Sam said in a normal voice. "WE ARE GOING BACK TO THE FIRST THANKSGIVING! TO TAKE TURKEY OFF THE MENU!!" The two yelled in unison now holding hands, as if summoning something. "Can you too keep it down over there?" Shelli sighed. "Sorry mom!" Sam giggled. Shelli just waved her off and went back to Krist and Dave's conversation.

It had been around a month or so of non stop recording until finally Nevermind had officially hit the shelves and radio stations. And people LOVED it. It started out slow but began to be much more attention than the group expected.

"Holy shit! you mean teen spirit already sold out in Europe?!" Sam exclaimed as Kurt was talking to the manger on the phone. "Yep that's what he said."

"Kurt! How can you be so calm this is amazing!" Sam was practically bouncing off the walls. "Did you have coffee or something?" He asked. "Uh no?" She lied which Kurt saw through immediately and rolled his eyes, going back to talking to the bands manger.

"Oh my god we need to invite Krist and Dave and Shelli and everyone else! We need to have a party!!" She proposed, which Kurt just shrugged only half listening. Sam just took this as his thumbs up and rushed to the other phone to make the calls.

The party was at full swing by around 10pm. Almost everyone who got invited showed up. Kurt and Sam were just drinking and talking to everyone at the party. It was fun to not only celebrate the band's success but to be around people they liked. That's until the clock struck midnight. It was like in cinderella but instead of all the magic and prince charming Sam was met with an angry and intoxicated Jeff.

"Hey love what's up?" Sam asked, turning to her side to face her boyfriend. Sam was originally talking in a group with the band since now around this time others had left and it was mainly the more closer friends to the group. "Listen I'm sick of your lying." He began. "What-?" Sam tired to respond before getting cut off. "Don't act all stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about. How you go off every night to "hangout" with these guys who your probably fucking while I have to stay home by myself!" With each word his voice kept getting angrier and louder which made the group of boys turn towards the arguing couple in interest and concern (they’re noisy).

"Jeff they're my friends..I—I don't understand why you're doing this?" Sam sighed, frowning her borrows. "Because I hate being lied to! Especially whores and her boy toys!" This is when Jeff got closer to Sam and pushed her from her shoulders. An action which prompted Dave and Krist to step in between the two.

"Hey man what the fuck are you doing?!" Krist was the first to say anything. He was always the type to defend his friends and he usually always gets away with it because of his intimating height. "No man I get why you're protecting her...it's good isn't it?" Everyone knew what he meant by that. "Listen man I don't know what you mean by that but you gotta go!" Krist shoved Jeff back making him stumble back, glaring at him.

"Fuck you man! You can have her! You can all have her!" Jeff yelled as his last remark before slamming the front door leaving everyone in the room speechless. It was a beat of silence until a quiet sob echoed through the room. "Shit.." Krist muttered, running his hand through his hair.

Krist enveloped Sam into a hug, the type of hug she hadn't felt in years. Making her cry more he just stood there and he would until he dropped dead if he had to.

After about a few minutes Sam had calmed down and they've moved to the couch. Krist on one side with an arm over her shoulder, Kurt on the other with Shelli sitting on the couch arm rest and Dave on the coffee table. "Do you uh wanna talk about it?" Kurt asked in a soft voice. "What's there to talk about?" Sam's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Why are you with such a dick bag?" Krist said. "Thanks for getting to the point." Sam laughed a little. "I just—can't stay away from him." Sam sighed. "This isn't the first time?" Dave asked, taken a back. A simple head shake from Sam was all the response needed.

"Well you're done with him after this right?" Krist asked, as if it were the most obvious question. "Yeah yeah of course I just think I need time for myself.." She ran her hands through her hair and looked up, composing herself before getting up. "I'm going home."

"No. What, Sam just stay here. You shouldn't be driving right now.." Krist offered as Shelli nodded. "Then I'll walk I just can't be around anyone right now!" She snapped before sighing. "Sorry—just, I gotta go." Sam said before grabbing her keys from next to Dave and heading out the front door.

The band wouldn't see her for a week. No calls or anything. They tried to go to her apartment and even one time Jeff's but nothing. Sam was MIA.

"You going to have to call her Kurt. She won't answer my calls." John sighed into the phone. Kurt could feel the frustration in his voice but he didn't say anything about it. "Sure sure i'll call her just give her a few more days." He pleaded. "Fine two more days and if not you have to find a new guitarist." With that John gave him an ultimatum.

Kurt sighed and hung up the phone looking to his left to face Krist and Dave. "Two days." He said simply, the other two understanding what he meant. "Well what are we going waiting for let's go get her!" Dave smiled with a new found determination.

Now the band was standing in front of Sam's apartment door. "So...who's gonna knock..?" Dave asked. "Dude you're the one who suggested it??" Kurt whisper yells at him. Dave was going to respond until Krist just sighed and knocked on the door.

Another set of knocks.

Nothing.

Krist frowned and reached into his pocket fishing for his keys. Opening the door he could hear Dave whispering to Kurt. "Wait why does he have keys?" Making Kurt shush him. Walking over to Sam's room and seeing her asleep. It was 4pm. Kurt and Krist shared a look until Kurt opened her curtains while Krist bent down to wake Sam up.

"Go away—m' tired" Sam mumbles, turning over to the side. "Sammy you gotta get up." Krist put his hands in his front pockets. "No I need to—need to—sle.." Sam said, falling back asleep. "What am I gonna do with this kid.." He sighed and something caught his eye. A spray bottle that Sam used to water her plants. Krist smirked and grabbed the bottle before spraying Sam making her jump.

"Krist! I'm—you dick!" Sam yelled, wiping her face. "Sorry Sam I had to get you up" He shrugged. "Why? What is so important that you have to drench me in water?!" She glared up at him. "John said we would need a new guitarist if you don't get your ass up before we go on tour!" Krist explained.

"Tour? Wait we're going on tour?" Sam squinted at him and the bright room. "Yeah? you didn't get any of our messages?" Sam looked away sheepishly. "I kinda threw away my phone.."

"I'm sorry you did what now?" Kurt laughed. "Jeff kept calling me and leaving so many messages! It was like a nightmare!" Sam stood up from the bed to sit on her purple velvet arm chair that was in her room. The boys didn't know what to say since they were unsure on how Sam felt on the whole situation from a few days ago. "It's fine just—why does it stink in here!" She cut herself off and looked around. "Maybe it's all those plates in the kitchen.." Dave mumbled.

Sam frowned at this, now looking at her house she felt a wave of embarrassment. She knew that they would never judge her for how her apartment looked but it didn't make her feel any less embarrassed."Great idea Dave!" Kurt slung an arm around Dave's shoulders which was kind of a challenge since Kurt was shorter than him. "What—?" Dave looked extremely confused before he got pulled out of the room by the blonde. "Me and Davie are gonna clean! Be back!"

Krist snorted and looked back for his eyes to land on Sam, examining her rough state. "You—really loved him didn't you?" He asked, head titled to the side. Looking up at him made Sam's bottom lip quiver. Krist just frowned and took her into a hug. An uncomfortable hug since she was sitting and was standing.

After a few moments of that Sam pulled away from him, tears stained her cheeks. "I feel so stupid—" She shakes her head. Krist smacks his lips as if he was going to say something but now rethinking it. "I just don't understand why I love him—why I let him treat me like that.."

"we...accept the love we think we deserve."

—☆

a/n: i was watching the perks of beings wallflower during this so uh...hope y'all liked this!!

- love always, kat

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[captain-lessship]

Sleepy Reader X Kurt Cobain Headcannons

a/n: I didn’t use any pronouns for reader (I think) and I might use these in a fic

Kurt had kept every thing you have ever brought to him. It mainly consists of bottle caps, interesting rocks and crow feathers.

When you wanted to go on tour with Kurt and the rest of the band, Kurt was worried you’d find it hard to fall/stay asleep. 

He had nothing to worry about.

You can be seen in almost every Nirvana tour bus photo, laying on a random surface whilst dozing peacefully.

Nothing is safe from your sleeping self: Not counter tops, not guitar cases, not seats. Dave once found you asleep in a hotel bath tub.

If you can get there, you can sleep there

Everyone, including Kurt, are surprised that you can sleep through almost anything. Even when you do wake up, you barely open your eyes, just enough to see what is going on.

When you aren’t around him, you are curled up on the sofa in one of Kurt’s cardigans. Still sleeping.

Kurt has seriously wondered if you loved sleep more than him. (You don’t)

He jokes that you sleep enough for the two of you. 

You make a sort of nest on your shared bed that you drag him into every night.

Kurt finds it very difficult to get up if you are laying on top of him which happens a lot while on the tour bus. He loves you too much. 

There’s one thing that keeps you from sleeping: not knowing if Kurt was safe. If you weren’t with him, he always called. If you were with him, you would drape yourself over him til you inconvenienced him to the point he decided to go to sleep.

The only reason Kurt has a sleep schedule is you.

[aishnico]

#𝘿𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙃𝙇: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

» summary: after an exhausting day, you felt like all heavy lifts were leaving your body when you saw your husband and daughter together playing

» word count: 1.3k

» warnings: none, just pure fluff, a little bit of nsfw content, lord of the rings content, grammar issues

there's nothing like coming home to your beloved ones after an exhausting day. and your heart melted when you saw your husband and your daughter playing one of the most iconic scenes of 'return of the king', where eowyn kills the lord of the nazgul.

when dave came back from the tour, your daughter clung to him like there was no tomorrow, and she refused to let him move at the moment. she was kind of offended by him because according to her, he was gone for too long. he promised to spend a lot of time both with her and you. so here we are, watching their little play. and you decided to watch them silently.

dave was approaching a toy horse with a large dragon plush between his legs. you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. he was wearing a silver colored helmet which was made from cardboard with thorns. at the area where his eyes and mouth were colored in black. meanwhile, your daughter was wearing a simple silver helmet, only her eyes could be seen. which is also made from cardboard. your daughter then stood in front of her horse with her sword. "i will kill you if you touch him!" she hissed at him.

"do not come between a nazgul and his prey..." he spoke with a deep raspy voice. he then shoved his dragon quickly towards her. but she was fast enough to hit its head with her sword. he then fell to the ground, and she grabbed her cardboard shield. after he shot a glance at her he got up. swinging his morning star it was a plastic black ball with little thorns on it, and was tied with a rope while walking towards her. he quickly started to swing it towards her carefully, he didn't want to harm her, even slightly and make squeak noises. he hit her shield and it fell on the floor.

she was on the ground now, looking frightened. "you fool, no man could kill me." he said before holding her throat, not squeezing it. suddenly, you found a little sword on floor and after grabbing it you slightly hit your husband's back.

Your daughter (completely unbothered when you joined them) got up and took out her helmet, revealing her long, brown hair. "i am no man." she said before hitting his head slightly. he let out a squeak again and fell to the floor. she then approached you. "mommy, you saved me!" she ran up to you and hugged you tightly. you couldn't help but smile and kiss her cheek. "and you, saved thousands of soldiers by killing him!"

"i want a kiss too!" you heard your husband's whine when he took off his helmet. looking at him sweetly while he gets behind you and hugs you two, squeezing tightly. "daddy, can't breathe!" she whined.

"i'll let you go if you'll draw the little play of ours." "fine!" she replied and rushed to upstairs.

"careful there!" you shouted at her. you were now trapped between your husband's arms. tucking your hair strands behind your ear, kissing your forehead. "welcome home, sweetheart." you felt him smile on your head.

"even if i saw you just this morning, i already missed you all." you murmured while burying your head in his chest.

"i prepared a bath for you, go and relax there. after that, we can eat the meal together. she got hungry so she couldn't wait for you. i cooked your favourite, she helped me too!"

"oh dave..." you swore your eyes teared up. "i... love you so much. thank you."

"shh, no need to thank. go and relax now." he gently pushed you before giving you a peck.

you went upstairs and before you entered the bathroom, you peeked in your daughter's room. she was lying on her stomach and drawing what dave had asked her while swinging her legs. you were sure you were all going to watch a cartoon in the living room all night.

you entered the bathroom. after stripping, you entered in hot water. a relaxed sound leaving your mouth. soon you felt like your eyes were going to shut and you couldn't resist anymore.

you heard a knock on the door. you sat properly and waiting for a voice.

"babe? are you alright there?" you heard your husband's worried voice.

"uh, yeah." you responded, but you knew it didn't convince him. "if you don't mind, can you open the door?" he asked. you got up and unlocked the door, not minding to cover your body. not like he hasn't ever seen it.

"let me wash your hair and back." you smiled at him. "thank you babe, but you've already done such things. i'll be at the kitchen after like 10 minutes."

"babe, if you think you're acting like a child or a burden to me, just know you absolutely aren't. i'm willing to help you even in the simplest things." he stated. smiling to you genuinely.

"well then, i wouldn't mind if someone washed my hair." you answered to him while entering the tub again. he sat behind you. grabbing your shampoo and pouring a little on his palm. then rubbing and massaging slowly around your head. You swore a heavy lift was leaving your body. You just enjoyed the moment by relaxing under his touch.

"feeling good honey?" he asked you. you hummed at his question. "you're so good with your hands, baby." "oh yeah? what else i'm good at with my hands?" he chuckled. "hm, playing guitar, cooking?" you answered. "hm, what else ?" you suddenly understood what he meant. "david!" you raised your voice to him and he just laughed. "i'm joking babe!"

soon after you got clean and after drying yourself you were eating the food that was made by your husband and daughter. (you were sure your daughter insisted on adding more salt because she thought it was better) he wanted to talk about your day. but you said it was tough and not even worth talking about. so he was talking about funny memories that he hasn't told you yet from tour. you held yourself from not laughing while the food was inside your mouth. but your eyes got filled because of it.

after finishing the food, he helped you to wash the dishes. he sang you a new song he wrote a couple of days ago. you shared your opinions about it, telling him it would be better if he changed couple of words. but you didn't forget to praise his voice.

you three were lying on the couch now, watching some cartoon you'd find on TV. you were lying your head in your husband's chest while he laid his on yours. whispering sweet nothings to him quietly while he rubs his hand on your waist. his other hand was around your daughter's waist. she already fell asleep. also forgot to show you the drawing she made.

you carefully sat on his lap, wrapping your arms between his neck. and smooching his face with kisses. he couldn't stop giggling. he looked at his peacefully sleeping daughter. he gently pushed her away a little. wrapping both of his hands on your waist.

"you know, i'm so lucky to have both of you." you started. finally resting your head on his shoulder. "i don't, no... i can't even imagine my life without you. you both are my strength, you both are the reason i want to wake up every day. i love you, you can't even imagine it. thank you dave, for everything."

he looked at you confused. "why are you talking like you're leaving or dying? we are not going anywhere." he paused. "well, i may go often but i still come back home to you. you two are my home, and i don't want it to change even if a little bit. i'm willing to do everything to make you both happy. i love you sweetheart." he paused again to pat his daughter's head gently. "i love you too, my little heroine."

soon after, you two fell asleep in each other's embrace.

[eldritch-thrumming]

Steve looks up when there’s a knock on his cubicle wall. Robin stands on the other side, leaning over the flimsy partition that gives the busy office floor the illusion of privacy.

“Hey, Steve, wanna get lunch?” She asks him.

“Yeah, let me finish this,” Steve says before turning back to his computer screen to save his notes from fashion week. He can’t help but sigh as he looks at the endless lists of what celebrity wore which brands and who sat front row at each show.

He and Robin make their way downstairs to the cafeteria, where they head to the end of the long line. The lunch room was always packed at this time of day. Steve thinks for the thousandth time that they should plan their breaks better, maybe for a time when the entire building wasn’t battling a sudden salad bar craving.

After about twenty minutes and several sharp elbows to the ribs at the refrigerator where the pudding cups are kept, they make their way to the only open table with their sad, wilted-looking lettuce. Steve stares down at his plate, stomach rumbling, before Robin catches his attention.

“Ready for the pitch meeting?” Her brows are furrowed, anxiety written across her face.

“I mean, yeah.” Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Not much to pitch. I’m just gonna get that lame premiere assignment anyway.” His voice comes out an irritated grumble.

“What about that story about the teachers’ strikes you wanted to pitch? The teachers organizing across districts?” The furrow in her brow deepens.

“Face it, Robin,” Steve sighs. “If we want to write what we really want to write, we’re not gonna do it here. Best to get these few years under out belt and do what we’re told, so we can get a good reference for a publication that actually cares about the things we care about.”

Robin looks down at her own plate, moves her fork around her pile of browned lettuce and ranch dressing. “Well, I’m pitching my rail nationalization story. Imagine what this country could do with a high speed rail system organized by the state. It would be a game changer!” She sounds excited about her pitch and Steve wonders if that’s the way he used to sound, too, before he’d been relegated to “Who Wore It Better”s and celebrity advice columns.

As Steve’s contemplating his entire career trajectory, Nancy makes her way over to them with a tray in her white-knuckled grip. Steve would never say it to her face, but he thought it was only a matter of time before she popped a blood vessel because of the cafeteria line.

“I fucking hate this place,” Nancy practically snarls as she slams her tray down on the table between them. She takes a chair from the neighboring table without even asking before sitting and hanging her crossbody bag on the back. She glances at Steve’s tray. “You got a pudding cup?” Steve says nothing as he moves the pudding cup further from Nancy’s reach. She rolls her eyes.

“We were just talking about the pitch meeting,” Robin tells her. “I’m really gonna pitch the railway story. This is important stuff, Nance, we should be publishing it.”

Nancy takes a sip from her orange juice before responding. “I don’t disagree, Robin, but Erica will never go for it. You know those serious pieces are reserved for Terry, Patrick, and Elaine.”

“Terry, Patrick, and Elaine are practically geriatric,” Robin rolls her eyes. “The magazine needs fresh new voices. Erica understands that. I’m pretty sure it was her who said that at last month’s meeting.”

“Well, good luck,” Nancy says, twirling her fork in her pasta. Steve’s not even sure what sort of sauce the pasta’s supposed to have. He grimaces.

“Thank you,” Robin grins, choosing to ignore Nancy’s sarcasm.

~*~

Steve, Robin, and Nancy sit side-by-side in the conference room as they wait for their editor, Erica, to finish the phone call she’d taken in her office. They were surrounded by their coworkers--photographers, stylists, journalists--and there was a massive pile of donuts in the center of the huge polished wooden table. Steve’s fingers itched to reach for one, but the last time he’d eaten a donut at one of these meetings, he’d gotten a huge glob of strawberry jelly on his slacks. He’d had to beg to borrow a pair of pants from the fashion closet so he could go do an interview without a massive red stain on his leg later that day.

Everyone looks up when Erica enters the room. She always looked to Steve like she floated around the place, somehow both intimidating and approachable all at once. Steve’s palms were always sweaty whenever he had to have a one-on-one conversation with her.

The meeting starts and Erica directs the conversation around the room, hearing pitch after pitch for the next few editions of the magazine. Steve’s head is starting to bobble as he listened to the stylists pitch five different fashion spreads. He’s startled from a daydream when Erica says, “Alright, what do you three have for me?” from the end of the table.

Robin looks at Steve and Nancy before she speaks. “Well, uh. I had this thought that we could, uh, maybe do a piece, like, an article, you know? With, uh, interviews and first-person accounts and statistics and all that stuff--”

“Right, I know what an article is, Robin,” Erica says firmly, but not unfriendly.

“Right, Robin swallows, squirming. “Sorry. Um. Well, there’s been a lot of talk recently about the railway workers unionizing and the derailments and how corporations are going about handling these issues.” Steve notices how Robin’s voice starts to sound much stronger when she really gets in to her pitch. “And there’s a renewed interest online and in DC in a potential nationalization of the railway system in America and I think that could be a really worthwhile and interesting story for our readers.”

Erica looks at Robin for a long moment, thinking. Steve holds his breath, waiting for Erica to speak.

“I like it,” she finally says, a slow smile spreading across her face. “We’ll talk to residents where the derailments occurred, doctors and scientists, state representatives, workers, officials. It could even be a serial piece.”

“Wow, really?” Robin’s eyes brighten.

“Yeah, really,” Erica smiles again, before turning to her right. “Terry, what do you think? Can you handle that?” Steve sees Robin’s face fall out of the corner of his eye. Terry responds in the affirmative, before Steve cuts off the conversation that they’re having about Robin’s story.

“I have a pitch,” Steve says, voice loud in his own ears. His hands shake in his lap.

“Really, Harrington?” Erica asks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she turns to look at him.

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “About the teachers’ strikes and how they’re organizing across districts in the city.”

Erica looks at him, like she’d looked at Robin. Her eyes shift back and forth between the two of them.

“That’s not a bad story,” she tells him. She pauses again, looking at Steve for another long moment before continuing. “Listen, I see what’s happening here. You want a chance at more serious stories. But you’ve both been here only a year. I need to know that you can write more than an analysis of what Selena Gomez was wearing when Justin Bieber broke up with her.” She looks at them and she looks so far away from where Steve is sitting. He feels like his vision has taken on a fish-eye lens, distorting at the edges, making everyone look tiny. “So, here’s what we’ll do. I was just on the phone with Corroded Coffin’s PR. Apparently the band is coming out of retirement and they’re announcing a new album and a new tour kicking off in March. They’ve asked us to publish something about the band, with full and complete access to recording studios, one-on-one interviews with each member, and live shows before the tour starts. We’re doing a whole issue on the resurgence of grunge and metal style from the eighties and nineties for it. I’ll let you, Buckley, and Wheeler have the central article. If you can get me some new, interesting, and relevant information on the band’s personal lives, I’ll let you start writing more serious pieces for the magazine.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the blood rushes in his ears. He hadn’t expected that to actually work. Plus, the Corroded Coffin article itself was a huge deal. Nancy’s saying yes on everyone’s behalf before Steve can even really wrap his mind around the offer.

~*~

After the meeting, Steve sits at his desk doing a cursory Google search of Corroded Coffin. He wasn’t the biggest metal fan and the closest he’d ever come to really giving the genre a try was adding a few Nirvana songs to his workout playlist.

He’s scrolling through the search results when he realizes that there’s a significant lack of interviews, even though the band has been active for almost a decade. Most of the articles were descriptions of the lead singer’s rather outlandish public stunts.

“Hey, Rob?” He calls out over the partition that separates their cubicles.

“Yeah?” She responds. Steve doesn’t like when he can’t see her while they’re talking, so he rolls his eyes and pulls himself from the chair to look over their shared wall.

“Have you noticed that there’s, like, no interviews with the band?”

She looks up from her computer screen. “There’s a few,” she says, sighing. “On the second page of Google. But there’s none with Munson.” Robin throws herself against the back of his chair. “A few of the articles say he’s ‘notoriously private.’” She rolls her eyes as she puts air quotes around the last two words.

Steve stomach drops. This was supposed to be an easy article. Full access usually meant a lot more intimacy between the journalist and the subject, but Steve knew first hand how hard it was to get a cagey and jaded celebrity to talk, even when the request for the interview came from their own camp. Sometimes especially when the request came from their camp.

“Is this going to be harder than we thought?” Steve asks, brow furrowing in concern. “”What are we going to do?”

Robin smirks. “We’ll just have to get creative.”

part one part two

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Omegaverse AU idea!!

Omega Sli/Alpha Mav with some friendship arch between Sli and Ice.

Omegas in the Navy or any military service are rare, although there have been a slight improvement over the years. Slider is one of the first omegas that were enlisted after the ban on omegas in military service was lifted in the late 70s, and actually the first person to join TOPGUN as an omega. Slider is pretty passable as beta or even alpha, and only a couple of people who are close to him (his mom, his nana, his little brother Danny, and Ice, who he met in Annapolis) know his second gender. He never shows his ID to anyone and he mostly keeps it to himself when it comes to the discussion of sex and romantic relationships. Mav thinks it’s weird, a guy like Slider would brag about his love life non-stop. Instead he just sits there, laughing uncomfortably until Ice tells them to fucking knock it off.

(Ice has always been like that. Great friend and a great alpha. So protective of Slider. Bonus point if they used to have crush on each other before they realized they were better off being friends. Or I can make Ice a beta and…sort of create a bizarre love triangle. Which do you prefer?)

One day Mav accidentally bangs Slider’s head pretty hard when they are playing beach volleyball. Nose bleed, maybe sone concussion. Hell, he was kinda looking dazed even before the game started. Still not so amicable, he is sort of “dared” to take him to the infirmary. But Ice somehow insists he can’t and he will instead take care of the RIO, much to Mav’s confusion.

Turns out, Slider was having some pre-heat sickness (similar to PMS) and couldn’t concentrate on the game at all. Ice takes care of his wound in the locker room —“Are you taking your suppressants?” “Any other symptoms? Just usuals?” “Do you feel comfortable going back? Do you wanna just stay home for the day?”—a row of muffled questions to which Slider answers with either a quick “yeah” and a few seconds of silence. Mav stumbles upon their conversation, worried and wanted to make sure the taller man was okay. But holy God, is he eavesdropping and accidentally discovering the secret.

Eventually Ice goes out to get some wet towels and bumps into Mav, who is standing just outside the room and awkwardly trying to hide somewhere. Jesus the fury in his eyes. He’s sure he’s gonna get killed on sight. But Ice is surprisingly calm, despite his clenched fists and stiff shoulders. Slider, though, just throws fits as soon as he sees Mav. He tries to push him away, grabs him on the collar of his shirt.

“Get lost,” Slider growls as Ice worriedly tries to pull him away from the brunette. “And if you can’t fucking keep the secret? I’m gonna fucking kill your ass. Is that clear?”

And Maverick can only nod.

Alternatively: Omegaverse AU where omega Sli and alpha Mav slowly builds their relationship. Protective Ice. Hurt Sli. Mav trying to support him as best as he can.

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

Happy Winter Wonderklok! Today's prompt is Saran Wrap Ball, and it marks part 1 of my 'big fic' for this challenge.

Summary: Saturnalia, at its Roman height, was a festival to celebrate Saturn, the god of the harvest. After the appropriate sacrifices, celebrants partied, exchanged gifts, feasted, and made merry in hopes of a bountiful spring. Lucy may not be a farmer, but she’s in for one hell of a spring with the way this party’s going.

I'm beyond grateful to have so many friends in the community who allowed me to use their OCs in this one. In order of their first OC's appearance, they are: St. Cecilia Jameson || @gointothevvater Cherry O'Reilly, Eden Nightwish, Nita Nirvana, and Caj Stryker || @chordsykat (the fifth member of Baen-Shee will appear!) Jamila 'Jimi' Calabash || @sichore Blanca Tennebris || @plvtosun Halfrid Schäfer and Mosel || @inky-da-dinky XZ Corrosion || @agentkaz Vama Chakrabarti, Tasha Livingston, and Vanessa Leverett || @claudia-nomusaabara Vivi Skarsgård, Jules Seefore, and Kari Naelstrom || @pan-flute-skeleton (who also started Winter Wonderklok u rock bb!!) Nairi Hammersmith || @nightklok Lucy Skye Desmond || @the-loveliest-lotus (thank you for letting me make Lucy throw a party) Bastian Kitzler || @raddouchebag Aurora Attic || @neopolitangumdrops Ozzy || @picklesjar  These OCs (and even more) will return tomorrow for the conclusion of Lucy's Sinful Saturnalia!

[annabtg]

Nirvana

Summary: Something's not so heavenly about Lily's potion. A 100-word drabble @jilymicrofics

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Lily stands in front of her cauldron, studying her potion. The smell that reaches her nostrils brings a frown to her face.

That can’t be right.

She opens a jar she hadn’t used until now and –

“No! What are you doing!” Mary slaps her hand away from the cauldron. “You don’t put dung beetle juice in Amortentia!”

“It needs something,” Lily protests. “It’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong! It’s got the perfect sheen and it smells divine.”

Lily mumbles something unintelligible.

“What?”

Her words come out again just a tad clearer, in a really small, tiny voice.

“It smells like Potter.”

Thanks to @annasghosts for the inspiration and @athenasparrow for the beta!

[philipjohnclapp]

Drop a request, I’m feeling frisky.

You can request AS MUCH AS YOU WANT IDC

(Check my pinned for what I’ll write for and if it isn’t there just request for whatever anyways, I’ll write anything no matter how immoral. Nothing is off limits REMEMBER THAT. Also stop asking if requests r open THEYLL be open forever no matter how old this post is.)

[kurtcobain4real]

are you aware people write fanfictions of you and Axl. Like. Romantically.

Unfortunately yes. I don’t really get the appeal?????

[freakymcnastys]

“show me how” a nirvana book.

introducing…

sam melvin - played by fiona apple

“when i get home i’m gonna bury you”

chapters list:

1. rosemary

2. your best american girl

3. black star

4. sparks

5. tba…

- love always, kat + devina <3

[tciddaemina]

You know I could go do all the editing and proofing for the NiF collection part 1, but I can't print anything until I get more printer ink anyway so hey, have some more fun cover pages for the second part of the collection. Probably going to wait until I have a 2023 fic to pad this one out, just so it sort of matches the size of the other one.

Covers my fics with honour and fourth, second, last.

[cheetahsixx]

💋 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐

reqs are open! ill get to them as fast as I can :)

{ who i’ll mostly write for }

(I stan many things / ppl though so never be afraid to req someone, I might just do it!!)

- 80s/90s rockstars (mostly motley crue)

- anakin skywalker

- pamela anderson (wlw)

- wwe

{ what i’ll write and not write }

- I will not write anything with: any kind of assault, incest, stepcest, or extreme bdsm

- I will write fluff, smut, kids/pregnancy, scenarios, drabbles, wlw of any kind, x reader, fem reader

if you want to specify a specific type of reader on a req, that is fine just make sure to mention it so i dont write it as something you wouldnt want :)

please boost this post if you can and req!!

[captain-lessship]

The Cobains Pt. 2

Soft strumming of a guitar sounded through the home as Kurt played, trying to perfect the sound for his new song. Then the sound of crying stopped him, he sat the guitar down and stood up. As he walked from the office room door, Turnip, now a slightly older cat followed him. 

He rounded the corner to the room that was beside yours and his shared room, he opened the door to the beautiful nursery.

The walls were painted a soft blue and decorated to look like a forest. Yours and his hand prints were used as the varying colors of leaves on the trees and a band of tiny forest bunnies hopping and dancing a dividing the wall. Under the bunnies, it was a soft pale green, a beautiful complimentary color. 

His voice was soothing as he walked to the bassinet, “Hey, Shh, Shh, I’m here.”

He peered over the side of it to see his precious little boy, Erin, whose tears were falling down his face. Kurt tenderly picked him up, “Are you hungry? It’s about time. I was getting a little worried about you, little man.” 

Kurt had been staying home with him while you were working so he knew Erin’s schedule and was keen to keep it. You stayed home with Erin from birth to three months and had worked out with your employer a schedule that would allow you to be home more. 

Kurt had been writing songs and performing closer to home during the first three months of his sons life, now trading out with you, for a almost full time Dad deal.  After Erin’s first birthday, he would be back in the Nirvana front man position.

As he warmed the bottle, Erin watched his fathers actions intently. Kurt noticed.

“You’re so smart, you know that?” He said.

Erin let out a giggle, “Of course you do.” He pressed a kiss to his head. 

Then a jingling caught Kurt’s attention, a wide smile came to his face, “I think she’s home!” 

Turnip ran to the door, egging Kurt to follow him. Kurt checked the bottle to make sure it wasn’t too cold or too hot for his boy before letting his baby begin drinking the milk. He walked into the hallway, just as you closed the door behind you.

“All of my boys!” You exclaimed as you say your bag down, giving a quick pet before moving to Kurt and Erin, who was enjoying his bottle.

You pressed a kiss to Erin’s head, cooing at him, “Hi sweet boy, did you miss me?” 

There was no response. You huffed, “Nine months and eight and a half hour labor for you to prefer your dad.” 

“Oh come on, he’s just hungry. He loves you.” 

“We all have a favorite parent,” you kissed him before laying your head on his free shoulder, your loving gaze fell to Erin. “Almost six months. He’s so precious.”

“It’s crazy how quick he’s growing.” 

You quickly got changed into more comfortable clothes and demanded to hold you baby boy, who you missed all day. 

You were comfortably laying outside on the porch swing, Erin carefully putting his little hands in your hair, gripping it ever so often. 

The sun was beginning to go down and you were enjoying the remainder dark streaks of orange that stained the sky. 

Kurt, who had your legs in his lap, was absentmindedly practicing finger positioning for guitar notes on them. You knew he missed his band and a part of you felt an element of guilt. 

“Kurt?” 

He hummed in response, head turning to look at you.

“I know you’re wanting to play again. Am I right?”

Kurt always was honest but for the first time in a long time, he found himself not wanting to be. He loved you and he loved Erin but he missed playing. He played better when he was happy and now he was. He was so happy, he didn’t know what to do with it but play.

“You are. But are you two going to be okay if go back to playing?” 

“Let’s see,” you tapped your chin with your pointer finger, “Staying home, not having to deal with costumers, taking care of the cutest kid in the world… I think I’d be fine.”

“What about him?” Kurt asked, hand going to Erin’s back, rubbing it gently.

“As for him, I think he’ll be okay. Just no skipping holidays and birthdays. But,” you looked at the very sleepy baby, “Promise me that he’ll come first, even before me. Promise me that before I say a full yes.”

Kurt thought about it until the sky was a cold dark blue and stars began to twinkle, “I promise.” 

You kissed Erin’s cheek repeatedly, getting a laugh out him as you carefully dressed him in his fox pajamas. You smiled brightly at him as you lifted him up and began to rock him, hoping to at least get him half asleep before you put him in the bassinet.

Kurt was watching from the door way, admiring how easily you got him to fall asleep. Kurt chalked it up to Erin enjoying your heartbeat more.

You carefully pulled the door almost closed, leaving about three inches open. Kurt immediately looped his arms around you, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “Let’s go to bed.” He whispered and you tiredly obliged.

The big comfortable bed seemed to swallow you as you laid down and Kurt pulled the quilt over you. You rolled over to face him.

“Hello pretty lady.” He said, voice softly lulling you closer to sleep.

His fingers gently carded through your hair, gracing your scalp with faint scratches. “I love you.” You mumbled out before sleep over took you.

“I love you too.”

[multirockbands]

Hello! Hope You're doin' well.

I was thinking if you can do fluff about Kurt Cobain and fem!reader do before sleep.

Have a great day!

a/n: i’m sorry for not getting to this I have been busy for the past days but now I can finally write, im sorry it may be bad but I will try my best, enjoy!

My Heart Beats For You •Kurt Cobain•

Pairing: Kurt Cobain xfem!reader

Summary: The reader comes home from the Night Shift and hears kurt singing a song, his heart beats for her.

Warnings: none!

•1991•

It was currently 11 at night and I sat at my desk with my hands on my head tiredly I sighed, and heard footsteps approach my room I looked up to reveal my boss, “You can go home now.”, I quickly got up and clocked out, and drove home.

I entered the house and heard the sound of kurt singing a song he had been working on and playing guitar I went upstairs and went closer to the noise quietly not to be heard, “Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak.”, I stayed there and listened to his peaceful voice.

“And the animals I've trapped, have all become my pets, and I'm living off of grass, and the drippings from my ceiling It's okay to eat fish, Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way. Mmm-mmm

Something in the way, yeah. Mmm-mmm

Something in the way. Mmm-mmm

Something in the way, yeah. Mmm-mmm

Something in the way. Mmm-mmm

Something in the way, yeah. Mmm-mmm.”

He stopped singing, “that was awesome my love”, I said as I opened the door he looked up at me startled for a moment, then he chuckled at me and got up to put his guitar down, “thank you I’ve been working on it I’m glad you love it.”, I got out of my work clothes and put on an AC/DC shirt and a pair of shorts, I laid down in bed followed by Kurt, he pulled me on his chest we sat in a silence for a moment til Kurt spoke up, “How was work my love?”, I laughed slightly and looked up at him, “tiring as always”, he chuckled at me stroking my hair I’ve laid in silence, so I could hear his calming heartbeat it always calmed me somehow I laid my hand on his chest, “Your heartbeat is so calming”, I looked up at him and saw him smiling the most beautiful smile in the world he looked down at me kissing the top of my head,

“My heart beats for you”, I smiled at him, so lucky to have him in my life, I continued hearing his heartbeat both of us drifting off into sleep.

a/n: I’m sorry this wasn’t good but I really tried I really hoped you enjoyed, I take requests if you have any please don’t hesitate to ask -Narcisa <3