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aishnico · 1 year

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#𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙇: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯

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

» word count: 3k

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

— 1988

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you like fleetwood mac?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

eventually, you decided you loved him as a lover.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 1996

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 2002

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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key-to-the-shadow · 1 year

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Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle ~ Oneshot (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader)

♫ tropes: brothers best friend

♫ warnings: use of Y/N and predetermined last name (poncier pronounced pawn-see-a), not proof read

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles', 1992 eddie

Masterlist

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Cum On Feel the Noize was playing from a record player in the far corner of the living room.

The boys and I chugged bottles of beer, each of us racing to be the first to finish the distasteful liquid. I never liked beer very much but I still felt like I needed to win.

It was a typical Saturday night. My brother, his band, a few other friends, and I all sat around drinking beer, eating pizza, and playing some sort of game. There was always some kind of fuss about what to play since Cliff never wanted to play anything fun like spin the bottle.

But Cliff wasn't here tonight. I was the first to suggest spin the bottle and the group quickly agreed.

I slammed my glass on the ground that we all sat in a circle on. "Fuck yeah," I cheered as I noticed I was the first one to finish. "I win." I got no response until other people began to set their bottles on the ground as well.

We'd made a deal that whoever drinks first is immune from spinning the bottle first. Whoever finishes last has to go first.

I surveyed who still had the beer. It was a race between Debbie Hunt, a neighbor of ours, and Eddie, my brother's best friend who also happened to be the drummer of their band. Citizen Dick.

Debbie let out a shrill laugh as she slammed her glass on the ground, her ginger hair bouncing with her movements.

"Eddie's off his game tonight," Stone, another member of the band, said with a mocking tone.

The brunette rolled his eyes as he set down the cheap glass of now-empty beer. He'd played it off as being off his game but in reality, I was sure he lost on purpose. At the beginning of every band practice, they all shotgunned beers to get into 'the right mindset' and Eddie always finished his first.

Eddie's ring-clad fingers gripped the glass bottle, preparing to spin it. The glass rattled against the dark wooden floor. As its momentum slowed down, my heart pounded in my ears.

Eddie was always attractive to me but I was positive the fact that my brother would kill me for even thinking that made him all the more alluring. Eddie and my brother had known each other since they were kids and even moved into apartments right next to each other. The thing was, I still lived with my brother. Being a musician in Seattle wasn't something that paid a whole lot.

There had been a few times I'd wondered if Eddie thought anything of me like that. One of my three jobs was working at a dive bar that featured live music. My brother and his band often played there so I helped them set up whenever I could.

"Y/N," Eddie had called from the wings of the stage before the bar had opened. I came in early to help them set up but by now, most of it was done. "Mind sound-checking the set?"

"Eds, you know I don't play drums," I reminded him that I only sang and kicked around on the guitar on occasion. "I don't know what it's supposed. to sound like."

A soft 'oh' came from backstage before I heard footsteps skip up to the stage. Eddie was wearing a loose white tank with a brown flannel and torn-up jeans. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.

The rest of the band had gone to grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant before the gig and left Eddie to hold down the fort, promising to bring him back a sandwich.

It was just the two of us.

"Here, I'll show you," He said as he approached the set. "Sit." He took the drumsticks and pointed to the black throne.

I sat down on the cushioned seat and took the light wooden sticks that he passed to me.

He told me to hit the snare drum a couple times and he fiddled with the key until he was satisfied. Then moved to the kick and floor tom until he told me to play a fill along all the drums.

I looked behind me, ready to repeat that I don't know how to play the drums before he interrupted me.

"Like this." He remarked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands found mine. "Loosen up, Poncier," He joked, using my last name as he often did when he made fun of me. My face heated at the words and I did my best to relax as he guided my hands across the toms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. If I were to turn my head to the left the slightest bit, our lips would've been inches from each other. It took all I could not to move to the left.

It was horribly off-beat but he just needed the sound for turning reasons.

We weren't doing anything wrong. But it was tense enough to the point that if I knew if Cliff walked through the doors at this moment, we would have to persuade him to believe that we weren't doing anything like that.

His hands stayed on mine for longer than they should have but not long enough to the point either of us mentioned it. He let his arms drop away from me and I felt cold without his chest pressed against my back.

He cleared his throat. "Let me know if you ever want a drum lesson."

I never took him up on the drum lesson even though I wanted to. I wanted that feeling of his closeness again but I was scared of Cliff and what he would do.

My thoughts were cleared away as the glass bottle began to slow down. My heart pounded as it got slower and slower and inched closer and closer to me.

When it came to a halt, my breath seemed to vanish. The bottle was staring at me and so was Eddie. He was sitting directly across from me in the circle.

All of the guys started laughing and nudging Eddie while the girls sat with amused smirks on their faces.

I didn't know what to do. Do I move? Does he? Eventually, Eddie stands up and walks over to me. The only thing running through my mind was that Eddie Vedder was about to kiss me and there was no doubt in my mind that Cliff's situationship, Janet, would tell him. She knew how protective Cliff was of me and she also knew that he wouldn't find it funny that I kissed Eddie even if it was for a game.

I felt her eyes dig into the side of my head but I refused to look at her. I kept my jaw clenched and braced myself when Eddie got down on the floor in front of me. I'd rejected moving so he had to come to where I was.

"You nervous?" Eddie asked with a snarky tone, barely above a whisper. It was the kind of voice he used when he was joking with me but now it felt as if he was edging me on.

"No," I lied.

A smirk graced his lips as he brought a hand to my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I placed them on his chest as he leaned forward. I clung to the graphic tee he was wearing as our lips collided.

His lips were rough but the feeling of them on mine was euphoric. He pulled away shortly after, not wanting to make a scene. The hesitation before he broke the contact made my thoughts whirl with what if's.

Why did he hesitate?

If this was just a kiss for a game, why would he hesitate?

Cheers erupted around us as the boys immaturely hollered. Eddie's hand fell away from its grip on my hair and I let go of his shirt, letting him return back to his place at the circle.

#eddie vedder #eddie vedder x reader #vedder x reader #pearl jam #pearl jam fanfiction #soundgarden #eddie vedder fanfiction #brothers best friend trope #x reader #oneshot #pearljam one shot #eddie vedder one shot

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multirockbands · 2 years

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A Moment Too Late

•Chris Cornell•

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

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

Pairing: Chris Cornell x Fem!Reader

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

*time skip*

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

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

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

1980

*flashback*

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

*Flashback end*

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

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

#chris cornell #soundgarden #90s grunge #grunge #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #requests #x reader #rock #seattle #sadnees #fluff #punk

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thestupidhelmet · 3 months

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Inspired by @einsteinsugly's music post. 😊

Gen X music was left out of hers (although there's crossover with millennial music groups). My musical taste is generally late '60s through the '90s (basically, before autotune 😂).

This list, of course, is based on my interpretation of the characters. Other people can have equality valid but differing interpretations.

Eric: The Smashing Pumpkins, Soundgarden, Sonic Youth, Radiohead, Pearl Jam, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Blues Traveler, Run DMC, LL Cool J, Aerosmith, R.E.M., Weezer, the Presidents if the United States of America, Devo.

Donna: Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Pearl Jam, the Breeders, Alanis Morissette (Jagged Little Pill, specifically), Nirvana, Soundgarden, En Vogue, Aerosmith (early albums only; she wouldn't like the direction its music took in the late '80s and the '90s), Soundgarden, Fiona Apple, R.E.M., Blind Melon.

Hyde: Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Nirvana, Queens of the Stone Age, the Fastbacks, Sleater-Kinney, Run DMC, LL Cool J, Metallica, Sevendust, Phish, Ice-T, Sonic Youth, Butthole Surfers.

Jackie: Mariah Carey, Madonna, Whitney Houston, Janet Jackson, Boyz II Men, Alanis Morissette, Celine Dion, Pearl Jam, En Vogue, Destiny's Child, Salt-N-Pepa (specifically Very Necessary), Aerosmith (specifically Get a Grip), Kylie Minogue, Fiona Apple, Oasis, the Wallflowers.

Fez: Blind Melon, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, Boys II Men, Snoop Dog, Biggie Smalls, Alice in Chains, Mother Love Bone, Silverchair, Hammer, Bare Naked Ladies, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, En Vogue, Blues Traveler, Missy Elliott, Stone Temple Pilots, Fiona Apple, the Eels, Devo.

Kelso: Nirvana, Green Day, Mother Love Bone, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Snoop Dog, Biggie Smalls, Vanilla Ice, Bare Naked Ladies, Nine Inch Nails (specifically the song "Closer,") Aerosmith, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, Weezer.

This list is by no means exhaustive, but I'm stopping before it gets exhausting to the reader and to me. 😅

#that 70s show #that '70s show #jackie x hyde #eric forman #donna pinciotti #music #my meta #my essay #meta #essay #headcanon #fez #michael kelso #jackie burkhart #steven hyde

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something-tofightfor · 1 year

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Black Days 1: Sure Don’t Mind A Change

Pairing: Detective Tim Rockford x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,500 (trying to keep these shorter than usual.)

Rating: M (language.)

Summary: The overnight shift at your diner is usually uneventful, but that all changes when a man you’ve never seen before walks into your section. After a few conversations with him, you can’t say that you aren’t interested in knowing more.

Author’s Note: This is Pedro Pascal and Merge Mansion’s fault.

Read the headcanon post for Tim here.

I don’t know how long this will be. I don’t know whether or not anyone cares. But here I am yet again writing for a character that has no backstory, under five minutes of screen time, and no business taking up so much room in my brain.

This isn’t smutty yet - but I promise it gets there. This is a set-up chapter.

Chapter titles will be updated with each post.

Here and here is some Tim artwork that has been in my brain constantly as I write this story. @stealyourblorbos is very talented and has encouraged me with this very much and I am very thankful. (She also made this incredible banner for me!)

The story gets its title from the song Fell On Black Days by Soundgarden.

“That guy’s back.” Micah sighed as she leaned against the doorway, both arms crossed over her chest. “I put him in your section tonight because I don’t want to deal with him.”

You frowned, closing your book of crossword puzzles and then standing. That guy? Your gaze drifted out toward the seating area. Who is she talking about? “Tell me again what the problem with him was?”

“He was an asshole. Barely looked up from whatever he was doing and got pissed when I told him that we were out of whatever it was he tried to order.” She flopped down into the open seat, reaching for the bowl of fries you’d been working through. “Good luck.”

It didn’t sound like a real reason for her to be upset, but you weren’t going to complain about finally having something to do after hours of nothing. At least it’ll be someone to talk to.

Pasting a smile on your face, you rounded the corner and headed for the only table that had someone sitting at it: the one furthest away from the kitchen. “Hi, I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Is there anything I can get for you to drink?”

He was looking intently at what was in front of him - a file that was stuffed thick with papers and a notepad that you could see was filled with scribbles. He’s busy. Without raising his head, the man spoke. “Coffee. Black. Keep it coming.”

His voice was deep - slightly accented, though you couldn’t place it. When he finished, he sighed, the fingertips of one hand pressed against his forehead. Micah wasn’t kidding. “Do you need a menu? I can bring one with the -”

“No.” He set the folder down and raised his hand, removing the glasses he wore before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just the coffee. I -”

He finally looked at you then, and you were struck by how handsome he was, despite the fact that you could see the fatigue in his expression and in his eyes. Makes sense if he’s here at 2:30 in the morning with that kind of file.

“Just the coffee.” The man blinked twice and then looked back down, sighing. Alright then. After only a second or two, you turned away, heading back toward where the coffee pots were.

You’d brewed a fresh pot for the kitchen a little while earlier, and decided to use that for the man, since it was ready. After pressing the button to make a second pot for the dining room, you headed back to Micah, carrying a clean mug in your hand. “That didn’t take long. What’d I tell you?”

“He’s just tired, Em. It’s late. Hell, if I wasn’t here, I’d hope I was sleeping too.” You grabbed the pot, shrugging. “He was short with me, but it’s definitely not the worst I’ve ever had during an overnight.” She hummed and then went back to the crossword she’d started in your book, muttering the words “better you than me” as you moved out of earshot.

The man was bent back over the file and didn’t look up when you set the mug down. But he did glance at you when you started filling it, peeking up at you from behind the thick black frames he’d slid back onto his nose. “Brought you the kitchen pot. It’s a little stronger than what we usually serve customers, but you look like you could use it.”

His lips parted in surprise, but instead of speaking, he just nodded, reaching for the handle of the mug with his left hand. You assessed him with the same interest as all of the customers you served late at night, and as the man brought the rim of the mug to his lips and took a cautious sip, you stepped back. No ring.

“I’m making you a fresh pot just in case you need it, but I don’t want to bother you if you’re working, so…” You gestured to the papers on the table. “I’ll check back in a little while. We do have some pastries if you’re not looking for actua-”

“What kind of pie do you have tonight?” He straightened up completely, turning his head and tilting it up to look at you. “Last time I was in here, I asked about the Key lime, but the girl said you were out.”

“We’re out of it again tonight. Sorry.” Shaking your head, you put your free hand on your hip. “It’s a seasonal, so we only make a certain amount of it every week.” He frowned, but didn’t say anything else. “Lasted longer today than it usually does. I think we sold the last piece around midnight.”

He stared at you, lower lip pushed out slightly, and though you didn’t want to, you couldn’t help eyeing him right back. You focused on his face and the stubble that covered his cheeks - dark brown threaded with silver, the overhead fluorescent lighting catching more of the same on his head.

“Damn. Alright. Just the coffee then.” He swallowed, taking a deep breath. “And if you want to check on me every twenty or so minutes, that’d… that’d be good.”

“I can do that.” Giving him a nod, you stepped away from the table. “And the Key ime is great, but so’s the strawberry rhubarb, and the lemon zest’s not bad, either.” His lips twitched but he kept quiet, nodding once. Guess his mind’s set on that lime.

The rest of the night played out much the same as the first two trips to his table did. The man said only a few words in reply when you asked if he needed anything, but you noticed his notebook filling with ink-scrawled words and phrases as time passed.

A second table sat just before 4:30 am - three older men on their way to a fishing trip at Prospect Slough.

So you didn’t notice when the other man left until you turned to ask if he needed another refill and found only the empty table, a $20 stuck beneath the empty coffee mug along with a note that simply said “thank you” in the same handwriting that had filled the lined pages of his spiral notebook.

Weird. But at least he left a good tip. Tucking the bill into your apron, you cleared the table and checked in on the fishing party before taking the dirty mug into the kitchen.

Micah was finishing her side work and Jesse, the night cook was working on three plates of eggs and hash browns for your fishermen.

“Did he leave without paying?” She glanced over at you. “Seems like he snuck out pretty f-”

“No, actually he left a sixteen dollar tip for the coffee.” You entered it into the second register, cashing out and putting the extra bills into your pocket. “Didn’t wait for the bill or anything, but ..” You shrugged. “I can’t complain, especially after how slow the beginning of the night was.”

“You really should see what you can do about getting out of that lease so you can quit working here.” Micah put her hands on her hips. “This isn’t healthy.” I know. You think I don’t know that? “How much longer do you have?”

“Seven months.” You yawned, covering your mouth. “I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t press the subject, and when the two of you walked across the parking lot to your cars a little after 6, the man with the tired eyes that had consumed almost an entire pot of coffee wasn’t even in your thoughts.

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But three days later, when he walked in the front door of the restaurant a little after 1 AM, your focus was immediately back on him.

It was slightly busier that night, so you were actually waiting near the main register, keeping an eye on things as people made their way in. But you hadn’t seen him park - nor had you spotted him crossing the parking lot. So when he pulled open the door and stepped into the lobby, his eyes locking with yours and a faint smile making its way across his face, it was a shock. But not a bad one.

“Hello.” He spoke first that time. The man gave you a single nod, one hand stuck in the pocket of his long, tan overcoat. “Should I seat myself?”

“You can if you want.” Pointing at the dining room, you smiled. “The table you sat at the other night is open and that’s my section. Micah’s got a couple tables to check on, so if you give me a few seconds, I can …” He waved you off, taking a breath.

“Don’t rush. Just coffee again for me tonight. Maybe an ice water with lemon, too?” The man sniffed, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “The ah, the first cup the other night was better, so if I can get another one of those, I’d… I’d appreciate it.” He shuffled back and forth for a few seconds until you laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, of course. I haven’t been in the back in a little while so I don’t know how fresh our pot is, but if it’s old, I’ll make a new one and then bring it out to you.”

He thanked you and then headed for the tables, turning to the side to let Micah pass. For the first time, you noticed the tattered briefcase he carried, his fingers clasped tightly around the handles. Hmm. I wonder if he’s going to become a regular.

You didn’t think you’d be upset if that were the case, because despite the fact that the man was quiet and a little stand-offish, he wasn’t needy.

You’d had your fair share of needy customers both during your time at the restaurant then and while you’d waited tables during high school and college. Compared to some of those people, the man that was settling into the far-off booth after shrugging off his coat and loosening his tie was a breeze. And he’s nice to look at.

Ducking into the kitchen, you saw that the coffee pot was in the process of filling, thanks to Jesse. While you waited, you turned and grabbed for one of the small carafes, deciding that because you were busier that night, you’d set the man up with his own refills. It made things more convenient for him - and it bought you time between visits to the table.

On your way to the dining room, full carafe and mug in one hand, you pulled the refrigerator open with the other and then grinned, shutting it before heading toward where the man sat. He already had the folder and the notebook open, the latter showing off a half-filled page of bullet point notes.

He didn’t look up until you set the mug and container down, the man’s eyes widening behind the lenses of his glasses as he locked eyes with you. “What’s this?”

“We’re busier tonight.” Resting one hand on your hip, you gestured around. “And I figured you didn’t want to be bothered again, so bringing you preemptive refills seemed like a good idea.” Pausing, you gestured to his papers. “That way I won’t interrupt you in the middle of something. You can work in peace.”

“I…” He blinked, frowning, though he didn’t take his eyes off of you. “That’s really thoughtful. Thank you.” Now tell him the other thing.

“No problem. And … I’m not sure if you’re interested, but …” Leaning in, you arched a brow. “There’s Key Lime in the cooler. I can bring you a piece if you want.” For the first time, you saw a genuine smile on his face as he nodded, the man’s eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Shit. Really?” You nodded once. “Yeah, I’ll take one of those, too.” I figured you would. “Can I…” He bit his lip, furrowing his brow. “Can I get extra whip, please?”

Laughing, you winked at him. “I’ll see what I can do.” Takes his coffee black but wants extra whipped cream for his pie. Hmm.

A few minutes later, you were setting the pie plate and a set of rolled cutlery on the table, careful not to disturb any of the man’s papers. “Flag me down if you need anything else, alright?” He assured you he would as he reached for the napkin, his eyes on the slightly larger than usual triangle slice of pie and two extra dollops of whipped cream next to it.

You stayed busy after that, and though you visually checked on the table a few times, you never walked back over.

So when, around 3:15, you finally stopped at his table to ask if he needed a refill and to grab his empty plate, you were surprised to see that the man was packing his things up - the notebook and folder already tucked into the briefcase. “Oh. I’ll give you your check, then. I can meet you up front when you’re ready?”

He met your eyes again, the deep brown slightly less weary that time. “Works for me. See you in a second.”

Dropping the dishes off atop the stack from your other tables next to the back sink, you headed for the register. You were surprised to see the man already waiting - and Micah nowhere in sight. Good.

“Was everything alright for you tonight?” Taking the slip of paper from him, you brought up the check in the system, fingers tapping over the keys. “The pie taste ok?”

“It was fucking delicious. You guys are the only ones that don’t put toasted coconut on it.” He hummed in appreciation as he spoke, your eyes snapping up at the sound of his voice. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -”

“I work overnight at a 24 hour diner. I’ve heard much worse.” He chuckled at that, your stomach lurching at the sound. I’d like to hear that more. You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep from outwardly reacting, though you couldn’t help the sharp inhale through your nose. Dammit. “But I’m glad. I don’t know how often you come in here, but you’re much more likely to have luck with the lime in the middle of the week when we’re less busy or really early in the day, when people are still coming in for breakfast and lunch.”

“My schedule’s all over the place.” He gripped the back of his neck, the sleeve of his coat pulling up to expose the band of his watch. “Can’t really plan for anything right now, so it’s … luck of the draw.”

“Well,” you continued, reaching out to take the money he offered you. “Then I guess you’ll just have to keep your fingers crossed if you decide to come back.” He assured you he would, taking his change and slipping it back into his wallet. “Have a good night, alright? Get home safe.”

“You too.” The man set his hand down on the countertop, fingertips flexing slightly. “You only work here at night?” You glanced down at his hand, taking note of the small tattoo inked between his thumb and first finger - and didn’t try to stop the lift of one cheek in a quick smile at the sight of it. A hand tattoo? Interesting.

“I do. I have a regular job, too. But my sleep’s been fu… really bad for the last six months, so I just decided that instead of laying in bed and not sleeping, I’d do something productive with my time.” You wet your lips, glancing back over at the dining room - which was empty except for a table that Micah was taking care of. “I work here three or four nights a week, depending on what they need.”

You weren’t used to telling customers so much about yourself, but you found it easy to talk to the man, especially when he was looking at you and holding your gaze. I’m not telling him anything he wouldn’t know if he came in a few more times, either.

“Well then, I’m sure you’ll see me again.” Tapping on the counter, he pulled his hand back and turned toward the door, taking a half step before he stopped, twisting at the waist to look at you again. “I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Rockford.”

“You already know my name,” you laughed, pointing at the nametag hanging from your shirt. “But it’s nice to meet you, Tim.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He nodded. “See you around, yeah?” Telling him that he would, you watched as he walked out the front door and across the parking lot, the lights on a shadowy vehicle flashing on as he unlocked it. That was… unexpected.

Stabbing the ticket on the spike next to the register, you stepped away from the counter and back toward where Tim had been sitting.

The table was mostly cleared and clean, but there was another folded napkin beneath his water glass, the cup empty except for a couple half melted ice cubes. Picking up both, you unfolded the napkin and gasped when you saw another $20 inside, along with three words slashed onto the napkin’s surface in bold, black pen.

Thank you. Again.

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Tim didn’t come in during your next shift, or the one following that.

But when you showed up to work the following Wednesday, there was a note hanging on the back bulletin board for you from one of the girls that had worked the night before.

Unfolding it, you read through the short message, lips twisting into a frown as you finished.

Some guy was in here around 3 am asking about you. Didn’t think anything of it at first, but he spent two hours making notes at the table. I also heard him mention a case when he took a phone call. Thought you’d want to know.

“Shit.” Scrubbing a hand over your face, you let out a long breath.

It was nice of Nicki to let you know that someone had asked about you, especially taking the end of the message into consideration. But if it was Tim, then … Rolling your eyes, you sighed and then started your shift, trying not to think about the implications of Tim being the one to ask about you - and it potentially being related to a case he was working. But why would… it makes no sense. What does he do that he’d have cases?

You had very little time to think about it during the first half of your shift. There’d been an event that night that had let out late, which meant extra tables to take care of. When you finally got a break a little after 2, you glanced over to the far corner of the restaurant. Oh.

The man was bent over his table, the fingers of one hand supporting his forehead as he stared at the papers in front of him. You could almost feel his stress, even from twenty feet away. It’s not my problem. Turning back toward the kitchen, you took a few steps and then stopped, tilting your head back and looking at the ceiling. Don’t avoid it. You don’t even know if Nicki’s right.

You approached the table slowly, keeping your eyes on Tim. When you were only a few feet away, he looked up, his brows rising in surprise. “Hey.” Tim straightened up, pushing everything to the side. “Finally getting a break?”

“Were you watching me?” Crossing your arms, you tilted your head to the right. “Because -”

“Not watching.” He leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms over his chest, too. “When the other girl seated me, I saw that you had a couple tables in the other section, that’s all.” Tim licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “Something wrong?”

You hadn’t wanted to lead with an attitude, but you couldn’t help it. “My coworker said you asked about me last night, and I guess I’m just wondering why. I’ve worked here for five months and hadn’t ever seen you before two weeks ago. Now you’re asking people about me when I’m not here, and I just -”

“Whoa.” He held up a hand, shaking his head. “I did ask about you, but it was only because I didn’t know if you’d get in trouble for giving me kitchen coffee, and I didn’t want to rat you out.” Oh. You took a breath, blinking as Tim reached up and removed his glasses, folding the arms closed and then setting them down on the table. “I didn’t even think about how it might sound, to be honest. I apologize. I -”

“No, I’m sorry, Tim. I just…” You rolled your eyes, trying to decide what you wanted to say. “It’s been a rough year, and I guess I’m not exactly ….” Trailing off, you covered your face with one hand. Don’t. Lowering your hand, you gave him a tight smile. “Nevermind.”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds and you did too, the two of you looking at each other intently.

He was studying your face, the man’s eyes roving over your features, deep lines etched between his brows. You used the opportunity to stare back at him, focusing on the patchy place in his beard and on the way the tanned skin of his upper chest was visible thanks to his top few buttons being undone. He was tapping one finger on his bicep, and the longer you looked, the worse you felt about your outburst.

But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t because … “Um.” Head shaking back and forth, you sighed. “I’m technically on my break, and I know you’re not my table, but is there anything I can get you? We’re out of the Key lime again, but I can go and brew you some coffee if you want the good stuff.”

“I’m actually going to head out.” He glanced down at his watch and then looked back at you, smiling sadly. “I have a long drive tomorrow morning so I have to try and sleep for a couple hours.” He pointed at his almost empty mug. “I’m even drinking decaf tonight.”

You laughed at that in spite of yourself, taking a step back. “Tim, I’m really sorry about -”

“Don’t apologize.” He smiled again, reaching up to scratch his cheek. “Can I ask you something?”

“I… yeah. Sure.” Stepping closer, you dropped your arms to your sides. “What’s up?”

“You said you have a second job. I’m assuming that it’s during the day.” Nodding to confirm, you cocked your head to one side. “Do you … have a day off?” A day off? Is he…

“I do.” You were wary, the second part of Nicki’s note in the forefront of your mind. “But -”

“I’m going to be direct, alright?” He shifted on the bench seat, scooting closer to you and gesturing with one hand. “I would like to take you out to dinner. I noticed you don’t have a ring on your finger, so I don’t think you’re married. But if you’re seeing someone, just tell me, and we can forget I asked.”

“I’m not dating anyone.” Is he really saying this to me? “And I get my schedule for this place two weeks in advance.” You don’t even know him. You don’t know what he wants or if you can trust him or - “You said your schedule was all over the place and that’s why you can’t get here earlier in the day, so how -”

“I have every Tuesday off unless they really need me.” Tim wet his lips, his eyes still on you. “I came in last night because I wanted to talk to you, but you weren’t here. Does that mean you also have Tuesdays off?”

“From here, yeah.” Heart pounding, you opened your mouth to say something else, but Tim cut you off, his smile growing.

“Good. Will you let me take you to dinner next Tuesday? We can go early. You pick the place. I live in Willow Creek, so I can meet you just about anywhere.” Willow Creek? For real? Tim reached for his notebook and pen, flipping to a clean page and scribbling a number onto it before he tore it free, folding it over. “Here’s my number. Think about it. Let me know what you decide.”

He stood and you stepped back, the man reaching down to pull his jacket on. “Tim, I don’t usually… I don’t date customers. It gets -”

“Messy? Yeah. I wouldn’t ever date anyone I met through work either. I get it.” He swallowed, picking up his glasses and sliding them back on before he turned to look at you. “But I hope you make an exception for me, because I’d really like to talk to you for more than a couple minutes at a time while you’re bringing me coffee.”

You didn’t know what to say.

He was being more direct than you’d expected, and his declaration that he didn’t date people he met through work gave you pause. It means that even if he is working some sort of case, it has nothing to do with me. Unless… unless he’s trying to throw me off. “I’ll think about it.” Ducking your head, you closed your eyes and let out a short laugh. “I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“I know.” He was packing the briefcase, the man’s back to you as he worked. “I wasn’t even sure I’d get the chance to say anything, but…” Turning to face you, he shrugged. “I wasn’t about to pass on it, even if you end up saying no.” The man wrinkled his nose, his grip on the handle of his briefcase tightening. “But if you do say no, I’m going to have to find another place to go when I can’t sleep, and I’m pretty sure Denny’s doesn’t have what I’m looking for even on a good day.”

He could have meant the pie. He could have meant the coffee or the quiet. But I don’t think that’s what he means. At all.

“I’ll let you know, Tim.” He held the folded paper out to you and when you took it, the man winked at you, his smile widening. “Get… get home safe, alright? It’s late and I’m sure there are assholes on the road.”

“I will.” He threw a couple bills on the table and then looked at you from over his shoulder again. “I always am.” The man said your name as he moved past you and toward the door, nodding twice. “Have a good rest of the night.”

He was gone before you could reply, and even though you knew that you probably looked like an idiot, you couldn’t help staring after him, your fingers tightening around the folded piece of lined paper in your hand.

You were going to call him - and you knew it… the only question was how long it would take you to actually pick up the phone.

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Tag list reblog coming soon.

#tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #merge mansion fic #tim rockford x female reader #tim rockford: black days #black days masterlist #tim rockford masterlist #pedro pascal masterlist #detective tim rockford #masterlist #black days

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callme2heaven · 7 months

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callme2heaven masterlist

I will write for:

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

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

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

Soundgarden - Chris Cornell (possibly more in the future)

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

✨ = fluff

🌹= smut

😿 = sad/angst

PEARL JAM

Stone Gossard

Unannounced 😿/✨

Eddie Vedder

nothing yet

Jeff Ament

nothing yet

ALICE IN CHAINS

Jerry Cantrell

nothing yet

Layne Staley

nothing yet

NIRVANA

Dave Grohl

nothing yet

Kurt Cobain

nothing yet

SOUNDGARDEN

Chris Cornell

nothing yet

#seattle grunge x reader #grunge x reader #grunge scenarios #grunge imagines #stone gossard x reader #eddie vedder x reader #jeff ament x reader #jerry cantrell x reader #layne staley x reader #dave grohl x reader #kurt cobain x reader #chris cornell x reader #pearl jam x reader #alice in chains x reader #nirvana x reader #soundgarden x reader

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twilightttlovee · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy headcanons

Leon Kennedy x GN! Reader

Warnings: slight angst? Other than that, none

First thing, this mans music taste. I hate when people say he listens to random shit like “mitski!1!1” when this mf is in his 40s..Like let’s be so for real he would listen to old ass dad music, or maybe just 90s-2000s rock (like me fr).

here’s some songs I strongly believe Leon Kennedy would listen to

Did I add some of these songs because they’re some of my favorites? maybe. But still, you get the point

Also, I feel like he would often make his mothers old recipes for his s/o.

Like imagine…

you wake up, it’s about 10 am. As you stumble into the kitchen, your nostrils are hit with a savory smelling aroma. Where you see your boyfriend/husband Leon, attired in his pajama pants and a “kiss the chef” apron. “Morning, sweets” he greets, stirring his spoon around the pot on the stove, “Made some spaghetti, moms old recipe, you want some?” Fast forward about a half an hour, you and leon seated at the dining room table, lapping and slurping up the spaghetti. “You like it, love? I can tell, glad your enjoying it, sweetheart.”

Also, I feel like Leon was in love with Ada until he met you (yes, I am a diehard Aeon shipper)

Like, when he first developed a crush for you, he thought..

“Why get hung up on someone I can’t possibly be with when I have someone I want right here?”

And no, I’m not gonna be like one of those asshole Leon fans who are like “and Ada hates your relationship and tries to break you two up at any chance she gets !1!1!1!” like SHUT THE FUCK UP NO SHE WOULDNT 😡😡

Would she be upset? Yes. But she would also accept the fact of you two being together, and I also think she’d praise you secretly for taking care of Leon and being there for him like she never could.

Last thing, he LOVES cuddling, like love loves it. He loves knowing that you’re by his side, knowing that he’s not alone.

A/N : Hiii you guys!! :D. I know this is extremely off topic but I made one of those silly lil pitcrew avatars of myself

don’t ask me why my grown ass is making these

#acqu7inted #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fanfic #Spotify

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airam1quhs · 2 months

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And I Say it’s Alright

(Tw for a panic attack. Fem reader but no use of y/n.)

Chris just held her. He sat there holding her, her body encompassed by his strong, dependable frame. She tried hard not to let her tears swell past her eyelids, but breathing in his sweet scent with the intensely comforting feeling of being pressed up against his firm chest didn’t exactly help. Without even knowing, the tears were flowing out, dampening his shirt. But all he did was pull her closer.

He rested his chin atop her head, and she could feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against her cheek, the pulse of his heartbeat. She breathed unevenly, but more deeply now. She could finally let things swell over, being with him and alone.

She felt his arms rearrange around her and let out a watery sigh, arms wrapped around his waist and secure with her lower body between his thighs. His Doc Martens were on either side of her, and she admired how much this scene was him, with an acoustic guitar hurriedly discarded to her left as soon as he had seen the panic attack coming on, when he had squatted down in front of her, took her face in his calloused, ring-clad fingers, pressed an urgent kiss to the corner of her eye, and pressed her to his chest, sitting down decidedly with her between his thighs as if ready to spend the entire day like that if it meant she was comfortable. The record was still on in the background, and she used it combined with Chris’ rhythmic breathing and the way he drew patterns into her back to ground herself.

He started singing.

“Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, “here comes the sun and I say it’s all right…”

She was calm now. Calm. Fine. Her eyes were still watery, but she was okay. She raised her head off his chest and looked at him. She found his piercing eyes staring right back at her. He cracked a shaky but encouraging smile, raising his eyebrows to ask for wordless permission. She nodded. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She sighed warmly through her nose. He was her lifeline. And she was so grateful he was there.

A/N: This is pretty shameless but cmon let a girl enjoy her comfort person 😭

#chris cornell #chris cornell fanfiction #chris cornell fanfic #rock music #90s #90s rock #grunge #soundgarden #audioslave #tw panic attack #temple of the dog #here comes the sun #Chris Cornell x reader

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aishnico · 1 year

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#𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍: 𝘨��𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

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

» word count: 2.4k

» warnings: fluff, some angst, grammar issues

» inspired by sarah jio’s always novel.

» part 1

— october, 1990

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"how did you find seattle?"

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

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

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

"eddie..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 2005

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 2

Joel Miller x reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You try to get Joel to warm up to you, and Joel learned his rescue may not have gone as planned.

WARNINGS: References to attempted rape (previous chapter) but we don't dwell on it. blowjob, thigh riding, subby!joel, Joel is a grumpy pants but he's getting there.

A/N I kinda had given up on this, but then someone send an anon ask for me, and i got some nice comments on AO3 so here we are. I condensed the story, so sorry if it feels rushed. one or two more chapters after this. I also changes from OC to reader, so if anything in this chapter or the last says "her" or any physical descriptions i missed in the edit, please let me know! I'll do my best to do this story justice!

Joel woke up the way he always did; annoyed. “Quit touching my shit” He grumbled.

You jumped at his voice, stepping away from Joel’s small collection of records. “Sorry” You didn’t look sorry. He didn’t respond.

But you kept talking. “I saw you have Nevermind, that’s pretty impressive.” No response. “My dad had some SoundGarden album, I can't really remember what it was, used to listen to it a lot” When you still didn’t get anything from him, you sighed, and Joel only felt a little bit bad. For the next few hours, you made occasional attempts at conversation, only to be met with absolutely nothing in response. By the later afternoon, you had taken to nearly having a conversation with yourself. This is how Joel found himself lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, listening to you babble on about one thing or another, trying to think of a way to get you to shut up; telling you as such directly hadn’t worked. “Is this your guitar?” You gestured towards the 6 string propped up against the shotty record player. It wasn’t nearly the first question you’d asked that day, but it was the first you didn't answer yourself. He took the opportunity to be snarky. “Whose else would it be?” “You’re girlfriend?” You answered nonchalantly. This got his attention, making him sit up to look at you while you continued looking at the guitar. “What?”

You turned to him and answered like it was so obvious. “Well, you had pads in the bathroom.” A little flush crept up in Joel’s neck. He wasn’t a stranger to them by any means, he had no problem buying them for Sarah, but talking about it with a woman he barely knew was a different story. Joel dodged your eyes, laying back down again. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “Well, whoever those are meant for then, if they're here enough to need pads and tampons.” Joel had gotten them years ago, found some randomly in an abandoned store, and kept them on hand for Tess in lieu of trading. Joel has long suspected they were no longer relevant to her, but was not about to ask. “Those are for emergencies.” “Ohhhh” You teased. “Got lots of ladies coming and going?” Joel didn’t dignify this with a response. In fact, he refused to dignify every comment and question you made for the next 3 hours with any answer until you began yawning, and Joel took the opportunity to offer you the bed to nap, very happy to have something to get you to shut the hell up for a few hours.

Once he was sure you were out cold, snoring loudly, he radioed a contact.

A few hours later, you were up and still annoying him. You had spent the last few hour attempting to work out, jogging in place, pushups, sit ups rationalizing that you would never be able to sleep if you just sat around all day when Joel gave you a look. He couldn’t help but stare a bit when he thought you weren’t looking looking (you were). You were an interesting person to be sure, one of the few that weren’t intimidated by him, chattering away and continuously trying to get some sort of background information from him, something to work with. It was clear you were likely very lonely, but Joel was not the cure for that. He found himself accidentally looking at your ass while you did squats when someone threw rocks at the window, and while Joel tells you not to, you open the window to see a FEDRA guard. “Yeah?” you shout down, before Joel pushes you out of the way, telling the guard to meet him downstairs.

When Joel opens up the door to the apartment building, he takes the bags the guard brought.

“Was that the girl?” He asks.

Joel doesn’t look up, looking through the bags to make sure everything is there. “How many girls do you think I have in my apartment?”

“Ross isn’t happy with you”

“He’s never happy with me” Joel mutters as he pays for what the guard brought.

“No, Joel, he’s furious. It’s not good. He wants her.”

This caught Joel’s attention, and he looked up.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not gonna let go of this. He thinks she’s his. When the lockdown is over, she’s not out of this.”

Although his face betrayed no emotion, concern was bubbling in him as he shut the door, walking down the hall slowly. For reasons Joel couldn’t place, he felt a duty to her. He intervened in the ally, he allowed her to stay with him, when this was done, he should be able to wash his hands of her…

“You look grumpier than usual.” You comment as he comes in, carrying the bags as you stretched.

“Very observant” Joel retorts.

“What’s that?” You reference the bags he was unloading onto the cabinets.

“Nothing”

“Did you get more food?”

“No”

But he did, it was clear. Joel had pulled his strings to get more food and necessities for you.

“Thank you, Joel”

He was struck with the sincerity in her voice, different from the usual chattering, sarcasm, and one way conversations. He continued to put things away as he heard you stand up, trying to ignore you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can pay you back, I got some ration cards at home.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel reiterated.

Your voice was suddenly very close to him, he could feel your presence behind him. “Or I could pay you back another way.”

Joel quickly started walking away to pretend to do something else, trying to hide the blush on his face.

You keep distance, not wanting to cage him in, but you do follow him a little as he fucked around the room.

“Oh come on, how long’s it been?”

“Not that long” he spoke with a little indigence, so you dropped it.

“Just a blow job, it’ll kill some time-”

Joel whipped around. “I didn’t bring you here to take advantage of you”

You softened, taking a careful few steps forward as you did, not trying to overwhelm him, but assure him that he wouldn’t be. “You’re sweet. I think you try to pretend you’re not, but you are. I won’t push it, but it doesn’t have to be in exchange for anything, if that makes you feel better.”

Joel eyed you suspiciously, still on guard. “What do you get out of it?”

You smirk a bit. “I get a lot out of it, I enjoy it”

He scoffed at that. “Sure, you enjoy sucking a guy off.”

“Oh I most definitely do, Joel.” You said with a smile. “The feeling of a thick cock in my mouth, the taste, the smell, the sounds they make-”

“Stop” Joel had his eyes closed and you could tell he was considering it. “I get it.” He opened his eyes and watched you, thinking. “Just a blowjob? And we can call it even?”

“Just a blowjob. Unless you want to fuck me, of course”

He held out hand. “Blowjob is fine.” But he made no move, and you had a feeling you’d be taking the lead; fine by you, you loved to have a man whimpering at your hands.

“Awesomesauce. Now, let me guess…” You pretended to consider for a moment. “You strike me as more of a ‘laying down’ kind of guy”

As long as you weren’t going crazy, the smallest smile appeared on his face. “How’d you know?”

You laugh loudly, walking towards the bed. “No reason, you just seem like the kind of guy who's in control all the time, and likes to be able to… let go.”

Joel was absolutely smiling now, no matter how small it was. “Hm. Let’s see how well you can make me let go, before we get too carried away.”

You were thrilled to see a playful side of him, no matter how slight, directing him to lay down on the bed before straddling him, rubbing your crotch over his in the sweatpants he gave you. Out of instinct, Joel reached out to touch you, but you smacked his hands away. “Aht, aht aht. I’m supposed to be making you let go, remember? Let me do my thing, I don’t need any help”

“We’ll see about that”

You were dead set and determined to make Joel give up control, and god, make him smile. You didn’t feel like you owed him sex, like you were pressured in any way; Joel had made it clear he’d simply not talk to you if you'd let him. But you wanted to make him feel good. He’d saved you from something horrific, and great inconvenience himself in the process. You wanted to pay him back in some way or another, and a blowjob was as good as any. You weren’t lying; you enjoyed it.

Rocking your hips on him and enjoying the feeling of him growing hard, you looked down at Joel; his eyebrows were knitted together, lips pursed, and clearly trying to not make it obvious how much he was enjoying this. You brace yourself on his chest, leaning over so your face was close to his, and taking enjoyment in the way his breathing stopped. “Gonna make you feel so good, Joel” you nearly whisper, lips ghosting over his but never touching.

You work yourself down him, slowly crawling back, until your face is right next to his crotch. “Can I?”

You ask, looking up to see his eyes intense, and wide, and heavily trained on you.

“Joel, can I? Yes or no.” You ask, hands tracing the elastic of his pants.

His voice was so, so quiet. “Please.”

You smile. “Don’t gotta beg, sweet boy.”and you cup his full erection as you speak.

It was quiet, but an unmistakable, small whimper from his mouth as you began your ministrations on him through the material before you pulled down his pants, his cock springing free for you.

“Beautiful” You say under your breath. “Fucking beautiful.” He was massive, and you couldn’t wait to actually get him in your mouth. You start with a long lick from the base to the tip, and immediately Joel was writhing under you, and you figured he’d lied when he said it hadn’t been that long… with a deep breath, you begin to sink down on him, taking as much as you could before coming up and going down a second time, repeating this action as you took a little more each time.

You were right, Joel had lied; it had been a long time. There bad been quick fucks here and there, girls he’d been with for a quickie and not much else, only if the timing lined up. Joel didn’t really go around seaking it, especially in the QZ. When he had saved you, no part of him thought of you like this, there was no part of him that wanted to take advantage of you and your vulnerability, but when it was so clear you wanted him… your pretty lips stretched around him, the way your head bobbed, taking more and more and more…. When you buried your face in the hairs at his base, his cock sliding down your throat, he involuntarily bucked his hips up, causing you to gag just a little bit, but nothing you couldn’t take. When you went up for air, he began apoligizing.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But you cut him off by fitting all of him into your mouth again, expertly working yourself on him, using your right fist to wrap around his base, twisting in time to your mouth, eagerly sucking on him with everything in you. Joel was taking in everything about you, every gluck your throat made, the wet, sloppy sounds, the little moans that showed him yes, yes you were actually enjoying this, you got pleasure from his pleasure alone. He could see you were wriggling on the bed, rubbing your thighs together for friction and despite his insistence that this was just going to be a quick blowjob, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just keep you wanting; he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

Joel sat up and you watched him but did not stop your work, thinking maybe he wanted to touch your ass or tits or something. Instead, Joel picked up your hips, placing you so you straddled his leg, a perfect angle to get yourself off on.

“Please don’t stop,” He whispered as he laid back down.

“I won’t, honey” Your pet names seemed to get a rise out of him, and you watched him breath in deep before releasing a moan as you picked up speed. Working yourself on him, it didn’t take long to near your orgasm and catch up with him; the sounds Joel made, as much as he tried to suppress them, turn you on indescribably, he almost came, but you pinch the base of his hard cock, stopping him.

“No” Joel whines.

“When you cum, I don’t want you to hold back those sounds, okay?”

Joel didn’t reply, and you watched his chest heaving, struggling as his body begged for touch.

You kiss the peak of stomach that showed from his ridden up shirt, stroking him but slowly.

“Joel, need you to promise me you won’t hide from me, okay?”

“Oh- okay” He breathed out, broad body writhing beneath you.

You continue using his leg to get off. “Promise?”

“Promise, please, god dammit it, please-” The words spilled out in rapid succession, desperation lacing his voice.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby, I’m right behind you”

You sunk your mouth back on him, your slick coating your thighs and the inside of Joel’s pants you wore, and Joel tried not to think about how they must smell, how you must taste…

“Fuck, I- I’m- I’m gonna cum” Joel warned, but you didn’t pull away, shooting the thick ropes down your mouth as you came on his leg. He did as promised and didn’t hold back at all, moaning loudly for you, for you, for you….

As you came down from the high, relaxed against him, you look up at Joel, and find he is, in fact, looking down at you, and you could tell he wasn’t about to say anything until prompted.

“That was fucking hot, Joel”

Panting, he replies, the smallest of smiles on his face. “Yeah. yeah it was.”

You pull up his pants for him, and begin to get up, intending on moving to your chair for the night, but Joel quickly sat up, grabbing your arm. “Wait”

Turning to him with raised eyebrows, you wait for him to say more, but he hesitates, all nervous despite his dick literally being in your mouth a few minutes ago.

“Yes?”

“Well… You could sleep on the bed, if you want… ain’t tryna cuddle or nothing, but-”

“I’d love to, Joel.” You smile, laying down and getting under the blanket.

Joel wasn’t lying, he wasn’t trying to cuddle, he stayed so far away you thought he’d fall off the bed; but the gesture was sweet, and you enjoyed sharing a bed with someone, even like this.

When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

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@welcometostayingawake @howaboutcastiel @trinkets01 @ninebluehearts @luciannadraven33 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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MASTERLIST(?) AND REQUEST BOUNDARIES

—Heyy I’m Ray (not my real name) I write Nick centric oneshots (romantic, platonic, etc.)

I like music (specifically rock music but I also LOVE Mitski, Lana feel Rey, Melanie, etc.), I obviously love the triplets, art, writing, Supernatural, Bojack Horseman, horror movies, cats, and many other things

My fav songs <33

How you remind me— Nickelback

I don’t like my mind— Mitski

Nausea— Violet & Dave Grohl

Doll— Foo Fighters

Duvet— bōa

Shandi— Kiss

Comfort Crowd— Conan Gray

Avalon— $uicideboy$

Song about me— Tv Girl

Killing me— Conan Gray

Kill yourself (part lll)— $uicideboy$

Black Hole Sun— Soundgarden

Break— Alex G

Covet— Basement

Breathe (in the air)— Pink Floyd

Carry on wayward son— Kansas

When the sun hits— Slowdive

Plan B— Megan Thee Stallion

Hallie’s song— Eminem

Decode— Paramore

Black Star— Radiohead

Just— Radiohead

And a million more :) (I can talk about music for hours)

— I’m a Leo (July 28 is my bday if you care)

— I’m bisexual (MAJOR preference for girls but I got a boyfriend)

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— My favorite color is navy blue (obsessed with ANYTHING that color)

— Also obsessed with anything related to stars

— Single but MADLY in love with a girl that’s taken by an ugly ass guy (she’s bisexual and totally wants me back I got proof)

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Hickeys (Only 1 with Max)

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Clean up (part ll)

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Christmas Tree

Flustered

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New Year’s Kiss

Overwhelming

Baked

PLATONIC…⤶

Period

BROTHERLY LOVE…☽

Sick Day

Text Messages (TM)…☠︎

Stoner!Nick x Jasper

Headcanons…꩜

Romantic (headcanons #1)

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NSFW Alphabet

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Antirrhinum Ch. 2

ellie x gn!reader

ch. 2 of 4

other parts: 1 / 3 / 4

words: 2.2k

Hanahaki (花吐き病) ; disease affecting the lungs, proven to be caused by keeping one's true feelings hidden for too long Or Where you and Ellie have been friends for years until she finally slips up, coughing up petals in front of you.

a/n: really putting the slow in slow burn for this one guys and ofc the work will always be cross posted on AO3 here!

Snowflakes swirl around you as you wait for the door to open. The awkwardness of waiting around is starting to make you regret coming to Ellie’s garage in the first place.

It's taking an abnormally long time; did she know it was you? Should you knock again?

Plus its fucking freezing. Maybe this was a mistake.

The lights aren't even on inside, maybe she should be left to sleep if she's that sick.

Ah. Should've brought something for her.

Just as you're overthinking about soup, the lights turn on inside, and the door opens just a crack.

“Joel I told you, i'll be fine, it's just-”

You decide to cut her off before you gain any more knowledge you’re not supposed to. “Uh it's not Joel.”

She stops talking and the door swings open, revealing her dishevelled figure.

You won't lie, she looks absolutely terrible. She has horrible eye bags, seemed to have slept in yesterday's patrol clothes, and is much paler than usual. You're not used to seeing her in such a poor state, and it is quite the sight.

It's making you almost feel bad for bothering her.

She looks at you sheepishly, “Oh, hi.”

Not wanting to make her feel any worse than she already does, you decide to cut to the chase. "Jesse told me you're sick?"

"Oh, uh, not really. I'm fine-"

You swear you're starting to turn blue as you're talking out here, you even start shivering. Ellie cuts herself off as she very obviously takes notice.

"Oh shit, did you want to come inside maybe?" She insists.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude, I just wanted to check on you."

She pauses for a long while. Her expression saddens as she closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath.

"Please."

Oh.

You waste no time grabbing the door handle and letting yourself in, closing it behind you. She's being oddly vulnerable with you, you wouldn't dare give her a hard time now.

It's awkward for a while. She motions at you to sit on the couch, so you do, after taking off your coat. You're watching her pace around slowly like she doesn't know what to do with you.

You're looking around the room, unsure of what to say either. Her room is cute, messy but cozy, it's dimly lit by her fairy lights and lava lamp, just enough to illuminate all of the art she put up above her desk.

One of the drawings catches your attention; it's a portrait of you.

When did she-

She finally spoke up, breaking your train of thought, “Uh hey, do you smoke?”

“Well, yeah, but are you sure we should be doing this while you're sick?”

“I'll be fine.” She answers abruptly, as she walks over to her desk and puts in a random CD into her CD player. ‘Black Hole Sun’ by Soundgarden starts playing quietly in the background.

She quickly walks over to her bed and grabs a small tin from her nightstand, sitting beside you and handing you the tin. You open it and take out a pre-roll, holding it to your mouth and searching for a lighter.

Ellie reaches into her back pocket, “Here.” She reaches over and lights it for you and you can't help but feel your heart race a mile a minute at the closeness.

The smoke invades your lungs as you breathe in, holding it before exhaling and handing the blunt over to Ellie. “You sure we should be doing this indoors?”

She shrugs, “If you want to go outside, be my guest.”

You take the blunt out of her hands as she passes it back to you, “I value my limbs thank you.”

She chuckles in response and you decide to speak up again, “So why did you skip out on patrol then miss ‘not sick’?”

“Didn't feel like going?” She lies.

You're skeptical. “Right…”

“Look, I'll tell you later.”

“You mean you'll tell me when you're high?”

“Yup.” She nods her head.

You laugh at her honesty, “Fair enough.”

Selfishly, you're a little glad she's in a poor state. It's letting the two of you break the ice that accumulated over the years, and you're definitely enjoying this side of her better. Both of you smoke in silence for a while, but there's undoubtedly less tension now, it's comfortable.

That is until she decides to talk again. “We should watch something.”

“Like, a movie?”

“Yeah. I was thinking something like an action movie…” she trails off.

You squint your eyes at her, “You want to watch Curtis And Viper don't you.”

She frowns, “How did you know?”

“It's like, the one thing I know about you, I literally can't forget.” You chuckle.

“Well maybe if we didn't fight all the time, you would know me better.”

Woah?

“I'm sorry, are you blaming me for this? I never meant for things to be this way.”

She gets up in a huff, “If you didn't then why didn't you try to change?”

It's escalating all too quickly, now you're standing too, blunt put out and long forgotten. “This goes both ways you know!”

“Yeah, we're both to blame for this shit friendship!”

You can see the regret in her face as soon as the words come out of her mouth.

“I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to-”

Your eyes get welled with tears, “You think our friendship is shit? Do you even like me? What am I to you?!”

“You're my best friend I-”

“Don't. Just stop.”, you grab your coat, “This was a mistake.”

And just like that, you're storming out the door, with hot and angry tears streaming down your face as you walk back to your house. As soon as you get in the house, you close it behind you and slump to the floor. It's pathetic, but you can't help it.

You knew the two of you would've had to have a talk sooner or later, you just didn't expect it all to blow up in your face. You've never fought with her this badly, you're devastated. You lay on the floor for a while, knees to your chest and only the sounds of the strong wind in the crack of the door keep you company.

Numb is the only word you can use for yourself as you finally get up and make your way up your stairs. Not even bothering to get undressed, you slump into bed early in the morning. Nothing could help process your emotions better than simply not thinking about them at all.

You wake up abruptly to the sound of banging at your door. By the time you were awoken by the knocking, it was dark out. You slept through the whole day.

Great.

Nevertheless, as much as you were - somehow - still exhausted, you ran down the stairs to tend to the sleep-disturbing culprit.

The knocking is still loud and persistent. “I'm coming!” you yelled, a little frustrated at this person's determination. You opened the door wide.

It’s Ellie. Ellie who has red eyes and a tear stained face. She's holding something.

Food?

It looks so fucking good, you dont even know what it is but you’re ready to forgive her just with this. You hadn't eaten all day.

She finally gains the courage to speak after letting you stare at her, “I'm sorry. Let's not fight anymore. I shouldn't have said any of that to you it was…stupid”

You want to kiss her, pull her into a tight embrace, hold her face and tell her everything is going to be ok. But you don't, for now.

Baby steps.

“I'm sorry too. I don't want us to be weird. Can we just be friends again? I just…I just want you to like me.” You answer honestly.

She gives you a soft smile of relief, “I do like you, even if I give you a hard time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You can't help but blush at the mention of her liking you, even if you know it's just as a friend. Still, you can't stop wondering what it would be like for her to confess to you like this.

Ellie speaks up again, before your daydreaming gets out of hand, “So, uh, did you want some or…” she motions to the dinner she had brought you.

“Please! Oh my god, I haven't eaten all day, you are a saint.” You thank her as you snatch the plate out of her hands and drag her inside.

She stumbles a little as you're dragging her by her arm. “Woah, hey, you don't even know if it's good or not!”

You stop and turn to look at her, “I literally could not care less right now.”

“Ok but i'm warning you, you've never had my cooking so-”

“Wait, you made this?” You cut her off.

She scratches her neck as she gets red in the face, “Oh, uh, yeah I did.”

Your heart feels warm and your stomach is full of butterflies. You can't help but smile softly at her as your face gets equally as crimson, “Thank you.”

“Nothing to it.” She answers nonchalantly.

You sit down at your dining table, not even bothering to heat up the food. It's a type of stirfry thing. Ellie sits beside you, looking at you nervously as you take a bite. Oddly enough, it's delicious. You didn't strike her as being much of a cook but you have to admit it's more than edible.

“Is it tolerable?” she asks.

You answer her between mouthfuls, “Are you shitting me? This is the best meal I've had probably ever.”

She laughs at your exaggerations. “Shut up, you're just saying that.”

“It's true, I swear!”

She shakes her head in response instead of saying anything back. You smile happily and keep eating your food. Looking out of your window as you ate, you noticed that the bad weather had finally stopped. You comment on it, trying to make conversation, “It's finally nice out.”

“Aw man,” she chuckles, “I can't believe we're talking about the weather, but you're right.” She pauses before talking again, “We should go do something.”

You answer her as you're shoveling the last of your food in your mouth, “Like what?”

“You'll see.” She answers you ominously.

“Okay, creepy.”

She questions you, “You trust me?”

You soften your expression, trying to be more sincere, “Of course I do.”

“Good, come outside with me.” She orders you, getting up from her seat and grabbing your coat. Taken aback by her sudden change in tone, you do as she says without answering her, or putting your dishes away.

She holds your jacket open for you and you slide your arms in. It's endearing, you get all warm and fuzzy on the inside. You open the door and let her go out before you, and close it.

You both walk out into the street, and she smacks your arm, pointing upwards to the sky. It’s completely clear; you can't help but feel so small looking up at all of the bright lights in the sky. Although, your view is slightly obstructed by the street lights.

“Wait Ellie, I have an idea.” You tell her as you try to grab her attention.

She looks down at you, “What's up?”

“Follow me.” You insist, as you already started making your way to your destination.

You bring her to the back of your house, where a ladder to your roof is propped up against the siding.

“It might be a little more unsafe because of the snow and stuff.” You warn her.

She shrugs, “It’ll probably be fine.”

Next thing you knew she was making her way up, and you soon followed after she made it. You both lay down on the snowy roof and look at the stars quietly, until she started naming and pointing out different stars and constellations.

“That big bright one over there, that's a whole galaxy, Andromeda.” She points to a different spot. “And there beside it, Cassiopea, and Orion's belt over there.”

You listen to her rave about space for a good while, she's cute when she rants like this. “Didn't strike you as that big of a space nerd.”

“Is knowing more about me that terrible?”

“No.” You answer immediately.. “I like being around you, remember?”

She shrugs, “Trying to.”

You sit up and turn to face her, “Ellie, I'm sorry for how things have been between us for however long we've known each other. Let's be friends like normal people are friends, who know each other's favourite colours, who let each other know when something is wrong. I'm sick of this.”

Ellie immediately gets up, “I'm sorry too. And I'd like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She smiles at you.

Having at least the smallest amount of progress puts a smile on your face, but you knew there was a lot more to be done if you wanted to get closer to her. “So, what is your favourite colour?”

She laughs, “Oh man, are we really doing this?”

“Absolutely we are.” You answer, as you lay back down in the snow to look up at the night sky.

This was about to be a long night.

a/n: SOO what r we thinking thoughts.. prayers? n e ways hope u all liked it !

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