#eddie vedder fic

[menlikeair]

WASH MY LOVE. [eddie vedder x fem!reader]

mdni. smut kinda fwb, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, marking, rough-ish sex, slight voyeurism.

words: 2k

the barricade swayingly pressed against your ribcage in waves, each time pushing a huff of breath from your lungs as the crowd swayed and moshed with each song.

the long-haired frontman swinging from the rafters of a club they’d long since outgrown as artists didn’t help the excitement of the youthful mob shoving you forward.

finally, after encore, the lights dimmed and the antsy crowd seemed to slowly disperse. a handful made their way around the side of the stage, flashing their working or backstage passes to the burly cross-armed men guarding the dimly lit entrance. you obliged to the ritual and flashed your own to make your way down the graffitied hallway.

behind you, a voice rang out and you slowly turned on your heels,

“so…” a woman grinned mischievously. her heavily ringed fingers brought a cigarette to her stained lips, remnants of clinique black honey. she blew the thin stream of smoke up towards the ceiling before meeting your gaze again.

“you and vedder, what’s the situation?..”

you grinned and shook your head. news traveled fast in certain social circles. the woman pushed strands of her jet-black pixie cut from her eyes as she searched your face for any further answers.

“we’re just friends… that’s all.”

she hummed in a dissatisfied tone, a slight expression of disbelief flashed across her face, “and you’re a bad liar.” she nudged your shoulder as you walked together down the hallway closer to the room at the end of the hall buzzing with chatter and music.

the room looked like a barber's worst nightmare, nothing but wild long hair and drab flannel as far as the eye could see. your eyes grazed over the group of chattering bandmates, roadmen, friends, and groupies until they landed on the man to the side with his damp shirt thrown over his shoulder. you watched his large hands, one clutching to a dark green beer bottle, as he laughed and retold stories to a group who hung onto every word.

you floated around the room and said your hellos, took tokes that were offered until a familiarly strong hand landed on your shoulder. he teasingly squeezed, pulling your gaze directly to his defined face.

the aura from the man was almost overwhelming. with his pupils blown with adrenaline, you almost didn’t recognize him. you noticed as his surprisingly broad chest quickly rose and fell. you imagined the mound of muscle behind his ribcage quickly thumbing against its strong wall.

in the scene, you’d learned why musicians quickly fell into cycles of drinking and drug abuse, it was nearly impossible for the artists to just go home with a cup of tea and rest on the couch. the epinephrine coursing through them as the aftermath of a packed show was visceral.

eddie leaned to sit his beer down before his hand grasped yours and pulled you through the chattering crowd. he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind the two of you. his grin slowly spread across his face,

“haven’t seen that mug around here in a while,” he leaned closer to press a sloppy kiss against your tense cheek, teasingly rubbing the sweaty dampness from his tanned skin against you. you lightly squealed as you pushed him away playfully.

“well, i don’t like seeing this mug swinging twenty feet above my head,“ you grinned, letting your smooth hand trail down his arm, grasping his and pulling your shirt up,

“see? too wild for me anyway.” the rail of the barricade pushing against your upper rips had already made its mark. light stripes of purple and red marked your skin as you glanced up at his reaction, his skillful fingers brushing over the marks.

“hm, let me see.” eddie crouched lower, placing his hands on each side of your waist as if to examine the marks as you held your shirt up to show the evidence.

“oh, baby, look at you...” he hummed deeply, almost mischievously as he flashed a familiar smirk, his pupils still blown with post-show adrenaline as he glanced upwards to meet your gaze. the man brushed a wild curl behind his ear before pulling your shirt over his head, his breath warm against the skin of your torso.

eddie’s teeth grazed the growing bruise, forcing you to suck sharply through your teeth before his hands slid to your back, teasingly tugging at the hooks of your bra strap, “but too wild for you is a stretch.” he murmured deviously.

“eddie!” you clutched his shoulder tightly, feeling his methodical fingers unclipping the material, “eddie, stop that!” you whisperingly muttered, squeezing his exposed shoulder tighter.

“shh,” he shushed beneath the fabric of your shirt as his hand trailed back to your torso, his fingers feathering over your hardening nipple.

“what if someone sees,” you swallowed down nervously, feeling your knees weaken as his perfectly straight teeth grazed your nipple teasingly,

“nobody’s gonna see,” he muttered deeply, taking his head out of your shirt to stand, keeping his hands beneath the material as he wrapped them around you to tightly press you against his chest, leaning his head to press faint kisses along the side of your neck,

“you haven't missed this?” he muttered, barely more than a raspy whisper, “haven’t missed me?”

your heart fluttered, the answer hidden on your tongue, where it had been hidden for weeks, but you couldn’t muster the words.

you could only think of the first time you’d met the man, the first time you’d seen him on stage. his face flushed a deep red, he could barely look out into the stagnant crowd as he sang; a stark difference to the man in front of you now.

but he wasn’t going to prod more, he wanted to feel your answer. he pulled his lips from your neck and turned to guide you to the corner, hidden behind large stacked cases full of equipment.

“this okay?” his gaze flashed to you as you nodded quickly, his head dipping down as he lifted your shirt once again, his tongue sliding across your hard nipple. his lips trailed down further, and his palms pressured your chest, forcing you to sit on the equipment case with your back against the wall. his palm slid between your legs, parting them with ease before his fingers hooked and ripped the dark pantyhose beneath your short skirt.

“look at this,” his words made the bundle of nerves between your legs ache with impatience. eddie pulled back to gaze up at you from between your legs, his fingertips slid between the wet folds between your legs. your face flushed as he teasingly tsked at the sight of you, short skirt, no underwear, the answer was right in front of him, words weren’t necessary.

his mouth fell agape in mock surprise, his eyes not daring to leave yours as the pad of his thumb rubbed small circles against your clitoris, “what happened, forget them at home, baby?” he grinned, a deep crimson crept across your high cheekbones.

“i... i just..thought we —” you whined sweetly, your hand instinctively going down to entangle your fingers with his brown curls,

“mm..” he hummed knowingly, interrupting your useless whispered explanation. his hands roughly grasped each thigh to part them as he lapped an agonizingly slow stripe against your soaking womanhood, his eyes focused on the sight of your flushed cheeks and lidded expression.

your breath hitched in anticipation as he dropped his head, allowing his tongue to slowly circle your sensitive clit, his tongue dipping down to lap up the drips of wetness sliding down your slit.

“right.. there, please...” you whined sweetly, rolling your head back in an attempt to string any conscious thought together as he slipped two fingers inside and out slowly.

your legs attempted to press together, but eddie’s strong fingers dug into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he forced them open, his tongue working against your clit busily, entirely enveloped by you. your scent. your skin. warmth against his mouth and around his fingers. exactly where we wanted to be.

“eddie,” you moaned, rolling your hips against his busy tongue. each movement from him was mindless and uncalculated, allowing his instinct to guide each action. he wanted to force you to show him just how much you’d missed him and you were doing that.. beyond expectation as your movements became tense and your orgasm approached swiftly. you held his tongue in place and rocked your hips against him as his fingers and mouth coaxed you further, his fingers still working you over.

your legs shakily closed as eddie stood and wrapped his hands around each hip to guide you and help your weakened legs stand. he turned you, allowing your hands to rest on the equipment case for grounding as his two middle fingers parted your swollen lips from behind. he forced your mouth open, letting the slickness of your tongue guide his fingers back into your mouth. your taste flooded your tastebuds as you wrapped your lips around him and sucked his slick fingers clean, “mm, just like that.” his words were course and deep, an extra layer of baritone to his already strong voice.

you heard the undoing of his belt buckle and felt his thickness pressed against you from behind, heavy and hot against your skin. his tip leaked with pre-cum and he reached down to align himself with your sensitive entrance. he slipped inside slowly, an almost unintelligible moan escaped from his parted lips as your tightness wrapped around his thick cock. his fingers fell from your lips and his hands roughly grasped each hip to slowly guide you back further onto his cock.

he let you adjust to his size as he filled you from behind.

you weakly turned your head to the side as he leaned his chest completely against your back and joined your lips. his tongue sloppily slipped into your mouth as the slow rhythmic movement of his hips quickened, one free hand trailing up to run his fingers through your hair before grasping a handful at the root. he forced your head back further with a tug as both his cock and tongue deepened inside.

he parted the kiss, allowing breathy moans to fall from your flushed swollen lips, “feels so good,” your eyes rolled back as his lidded and darkened gaze observed each movement from you almost primitively.

“listen to you… everyone’s gonna know how much of a slut you are, getting fucked out here in the open, is that what you want?” he muttered against your ear as he increased the pace, the harshness of his pounding and grasp on your hair becoming relentless. his wide palm fell against your asscheek, his fingers gripping you tightly as a sharp burning sensation filled the spot of his hand. and another swift spank followed behind.

you whined inaudibly and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip in a failed attempt to stifle your needy whines and groans. you tip-toed to push your ass against his tense naval as you gave him the perfect angle to slide deeper with his cock. the man hummed in approval as his lips dipped down to press warm kisses against the side of your neck once more, sucking the thin skin and sinking his teeth to leave small marks in place of his lips; a keepsake, your souvenir. he knew you weren’t one for overpriced band shirts anyway.

you arched your back as another wave of ecstasy hit you like a brick wall without warning. your name fell from his lips like a hopeless prayer as he followed suit seconds later. eddie’s strong grasp released you as his forehead fell against your shoulder in his orgasm, his thrusts slowed lazily and his moans deepened and went hoarse against your skin. you both panted weakly, your body weakened and limped beneath his weight.

“i really did miss you.” your words were almost incoherent as you turned to face limply towards the man adjusting his belt and and quietly tucking an unruly curl behind his ear before nodding in knowing.

with a satisfied smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips, snaking his arm around the small of your waist to pull you closer to his chest.

“i know,” he mumbled into your hair as the burning question on his tongue was answered now, and not only physically.

[rocketttqueennn]

please read!!!

i promise I'm working on writing everything!! i will also write for ville valo, eric draven (1994), jimmy page, robert plant, and adrien brody as well as jim morrison and eddie vedder as well, there's just a lot going on personally so it's taking a bit longer, i apologize for the wait and i want to thank you all for your undying support!! ❤️❤️❤️ and requests are still open, request anybody/anything you want!

[golden-gypsy]

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[fatcoochienergy]

hello all.

i’ve come to ask if anyone would be interested in grunge ship headcanons

i am by no means a writer but there’s a sore lack of grunge ship fics so i would like to contribute.

it would only be ships within the grunge bands and probably little to no oc stuff and no x reader stuff at all.

[sisterthecloud]

I am in love with this.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Twenty-Eight Across

Prompt Day 28: Proposal | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Heavy Petting, Fade to Black Sex, Afterglow | Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Long-Term Love, Fluff, Softness, Proposal, Eddie POV

The sun is just barely starting to creep over the horizon, and Eddie snuggles closer to Steve in the warmth of their bed. He wishes he could sleep in, but his internal clock gets him up with the sun, no matter if it's his day off, or not. 

But he won't complain about being awake for lazy, cozy mornings in bed with Steve. Even if Steve's still asleep, his hair a mess, fluffed out on the pillow under his head. 

These quiet, sun-kissed moments are some of Eddie's favorite minutes all week. The slow climb of the sun, illuminating Steve a little more with each passing second. And Eddie gets to watch it happen in slow motion, up close and personal.

He never dreamed he'd get to grow up and be this happy. This settled. 

That he'd have all this chosen family, surrounding him with love and affection that he hopes he returns tenfold. 

Twenty years. He's been with Steve for twenty years. 

From when they were just scared kids, having barely survived the fucking apocalypse, to grown men, with jobs and lives. 

And yet, he still wants more. He feels selfish that he even thinks this life he loves isn't enough, just as it is. 

Eddie gets up and showers, and when he gets out, the mirror is steamed up, so he writes Steve a message. 

Marry Me?

He looks at it, then scrubs it away with the hand towel. That's not good enough. Nothing he's ever thought up has been good enough. Steve deserves something perfect. Something romantic, and that's not exactly Eddie's strong suit. 

He goes to sit at the table, and starts doing the crossword in the morning paper, drinking his coffee.

He works on one across: pop the question. Three letters. Eddie scribbles in ask.

Then there's four across: that guy! Three letters again, and Eddie writes in him, taking another drink of his coffee.

Seven across: Vedder, of Pearl Jam, and Eddie laughs, writing in his own first name: Eddie.

Ask him, Eddie is the crossword gods really fucking with him, at this point. He's definitely lodging a complaint with Nancy at the paper. It feels like he's being taunted, and he's taking it personally.

He does a few more, then twenty-eight across is crazy long, and when he reads the clue, generic proposal, he counts out the letters, and sure enough: will you marry me?

Now, the universe is definitely taunting him.

He folds the paper over, not in the mood to finish.

Then, Steve clears his throat from the doorway to their bedroom. Eddie turns to look at him, and smiles, just seeing him. He's sleep rumpled, in just his boxer-briefs. Looking beautiful, and happy.

His belly has gotten a little softer with middle age, but he's never been more beautiful in Eddie's eyes. Eddie feels so lucky. 

They have this whole life they've built together. They don't need to be married to be a family. They've been that since they decided they were in this thing together, forever. 

"Finish your crossword?" Steve asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Most of it," Eddie answers, standing up and crossing the room, gathering Steve up in his arms. He's still warm from bed, and Eddie leans into him to steal a little of that body heat for himself.

"And?" Steve prompts. 

"And what?" Eddie asks.

Steve chuckles, laying his head against Eddie's, leaning close to his ear, "Will you marry me or not?"

Eddie pulls back, looking in his eyes, and they are playful.

"You did that?" Eddie asks, slightly disbelieving.

"I did that," Steve confirms. "With Nance's help. But I did it, since you kept chickening out."

Eddie laughs, squeezing Steve tighter, "You weren't supposed to know that."

"I know everything about you," Steve whispers, and a shiver runs down Eddie's spine. Because it's true. Steve does. 

"That so, Harrington?" Eddie asks, "What do I want, right now, then?"

"To go back to bed," Steve whispers, reaching down to cup Eddie's dick through his pajama bottoms. Palming him, rubbing his fingers back and forth. 

Thumbing him, catching the head of his dick, even through his pants, well-practiced at the art of taking Eddie apart and driving him slowly mad. 

Jesus H. Christ.

Yeah, that's exactly what Eddie wants. So, he nudges Steve's backwards, and Steve goes, willing, still working his hard dick through his clothes, still touching him, still kissing him. 

Wanting to marry him. 

Eddie presses Steve back against the sheets, ready to warm them back up again. He lines their dicks up, and grinds down. Pressing against him, making Steve squirm beneath him. 

They know this dance well, and they fall into all the right moves. Getting each step perfect.

"So, you never answered my question?" Steve says, curling against Eddie. Pressing their warm, sweat-slick, naked bodies together.

"Yes," Eddie answers, meeting Steve's eyes, "of course, yes."

Steve smiles, "Good. I got tired of watching you be so nervous." 

Eddie laughs, "That obvious?"

"Just for the last year or two," Steve teases, hooking his chin over Eddie's shoulder. "I knew you wanted to do it, so I wanted to let you, but it was getting painful." 

Eddie laughs, full and loud. He loves his man. 

"And I just want to be your husband. So, I asked. I hope you're not disappointed." 

"No," Eddie says quickly, "never. I could never be disappointed by getting to marry you. It was perfect. Better than anything I've thought up." 

"That's not true," Steve says, "I really liked the jumbotron plan from last fall." 

"Goddammit, those fuckfaces," Eddie swears, banging his head against his pillow, "all our shitty friends talked me out of that." 

"I know, and all our shitty friends hate sports, honey. You were thinking of what I like, and you were right. I mean, in general, you shouldn't use the jumbotron unless you're sure of the answer." 

"I was sure of the answer," Eddie whispers, and feels foolish. 

"Good. You should be sure, always." 

Notes: I googled to see if I could find the clue that would produce will you marry me as an answer, and came up with this article of someone that did it in real life. And that clue was "generic proposal" - which, perfect. I also found another instance that someone used "words with a certain ring to them" to get to it, but I liked using the proposal one since that was the prompt word!

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 💍📰✏️

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

[stevenssticks]

Welcome to my blog!!!

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

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

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN.

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

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

Who I like:

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

What I WILL NOT WRITE

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

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

[1waywardbirdlane]

Unsolicited Lore Dump

tagged by @ancuninfiles , a beloved mutual

Do you make your bed? Occasionally when i’m tidying up and want everything to look nice & neat, but it’s not something I do habitually. 

Favourite number? 19. Not sure why

What's your job? I tell people I’m a homemaker. 

If you could go back to school would you? If I could go to a trade school, like for carpentry or welding or something, I would in order to build my skills and my art portfolio into larger scale and more intricate projects. I would maybe go to university. I would definitely love to learn more. I love being able to deep dive into a subject, to really learn the nuance & history of it. There’s definitely lots of subjects I’d be interested in, but if I were to actually devote that kind of time to school, I’d also want to have a goal in mind- a Masters or PHD or whatever.

Can you parallel park? Yep

Do you think aliens are real? I think it’s the height of arrogance to assume that there are no other sapient life forms in our whole universe. As much knowledge as we humans have accumulated, there are most definitely still things we cannot even perceive, let alone understand. Most media depicts “alien life forms” as largely humanoid, but that is so limiting and it drives me crazy. Of the films & TV I’ve seen, the film Arrival is the most unique and exciting depiction of alien encounters on earth. The creatures themselves were more imaginative, but also their concepts of language and time were presented in ways that felt fresh and caused a lot of introspection, both for characters on screen and for me personally.

Can you drive a manual car? No

What's your guilty pleasure? This is probably a terrible thing to say here, but fanfic? I still feel like I’m going to be teased if someone asks why I’m crying over my phone and I tell them the new chapter of my favorite fic came out and my ship had a huge fight. (Looking at you @Aevallare jk ilysm) Or if someone asks what I’m reading these days and the only answer I have is “so many Astarion/bg3 fanfics that I literally can’t keep the Tavs straight anymore.” I know I shouldn't feel embarrassed, and if anyone said all these things to me I’d tell them to be proud and just enjoy what they enjoy, fuck everybody else. But…I’ve realized I actually got teased a LOT about things I loved as a kid. My family would pick on me about what I realize now were hyperfixations, like a movie or certain activities that I seemed obsessed with. When I watched fellowship of the ring everyday one summer my brother would mockingly quote lines at me and tell me I needed to get over it. 

Tattoos? I have 2! A henna/paisley -like flower design on the inside of my left forearm and 3 sparrows flying from my right shoulder blade up to my neck. & plans for MANY more

Favorite color? Green. All of its shades and hues. Purple as a close second, especially lilac purple.

Favourite types of music? I think I have a very eclectic taste. I can appreciate most kinds of music, but… folk, indie rock/pop, grunge are probably the most accurate categories? I like female singer/songwriters- Ingrid Michaelson & Maggie Rogers. We’ve seen the Decemberists like 5 or 6 times, but probably my most favoritest band is Incubus. I’m convinced Hozier is some kind of magic Fae creature who fucks off to another realm or dimension between albums. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take a shot at Eddie Vedder. Bowie always puts me in a good mood and reminds me of college and Wes Anderson movies. Radiohead and the White Stripes were some of the first bands my sister introduced me to. The Flaming Lips’ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and Lauryn Hill’s Miseducation of Lauryn Hill are still some of my favorite albums of all time. 

Do you like puzzles? Yes! It kind of runs in our family on my mom’s side. If you went to visit Grandma and Grandpa and they were having a quiet night, they'd be doing a puzzle and listening to music or watching a movie. My aunts and uncles do it, and so do a few cousins, and my sister & her family love them too. I can get lost for hours with a good podcast and a puzzle. 

Any phobias? I originally went on an ADHD tangent about bear bells and tip toeing to cliff edges, but then I realized the only phobia I probably have is deep water. I LOVE being in the water, water creatures and ecosystems, but if I think too much about what is possibly swimming around just below me I can get a little freaked out. Truthfully this might stem from a “game” my brother and sister played with me when we were little and our house had a pool. They were 11 and 10. Both of them had taken swim lessons, could swim underwater and jump in without holding their noses. I was 3 and had a bathing suit with a built in innertube. They would take turns diving under the water with their hands on their heads imitating fins and grab my ankles and yank me down. Obviously it scared me and they did it so much that I stopped going in the pool with them.

Favourite childhood sport? Soccer

Do you talk to yourself? Oh yeah. Sometimes I pass it off as if I’m talking to my cat, or one of my plants, but yes very much a lot.

What movies do you adore? The Lord of the Rings Trilogy is #1 for of all time. Nacho Libre is another all time favorite. What We Do in the Shadows, the John Wick movies, Fast & Furious movies, Mad Max Fury Road…

Coffee or tea? I love both but if I have to choose then COFFEEFirst thing you wanted to be growing up? Somewhere in my parents’ house there is an old video of me saying that when I grew up I wanted to be a princess or a mermaid.

Gunna tag all 10 of my followers lol. If you've already shared yours just ignore me lol.

@astarionancuntnin @midnight-musings-of-nyx @adoenamedjane @originalin @giganticrodent @shewhowas39 @halsinwhore @swancensus

I really love doing these!!

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Selected Writing Soundtracks Pt. 3

Continuing to share songs I listened to while writing different fics! See Part 1 and Part 2 here.

Carrot and Stick - Stereotype by STAYC

Age of Coming Reason - Kara no Kokoro by Anly

Valley of Dear - Cynical Fairytale by egg  

Scholarly Sentiment - Sunroof by Nicky Youre ft. dazy / Beginner Love by Naniwa Danshi

Millions of Light Years (Kikoeru Yō) - Zetsuzetsu by Swimy / Give it Back by Cö Shu Nie

Work Equally Revered - A Studio Ghibli Chill Trap Mix by JVNA

Lifted with the Elements - Guaranteed by Eddie Vedder / Try by Eddie Vedder

Half-Baked (Heartfelt) - Mixed Nuts by Official Hige DANdism

[orbitalpirate]

This cover has such a chokehold on me right now. If my fics have a wistful sadness in the future blame Eddie Vedder

[homosociallyyours]

1, 8, 22 for the questions for authors please ♡

thank you for these, my friend!!!

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for? officially, as in I published it somewhere, it was BBC Sherlock. unofficially, as in I made up stories for my friend, it was inserts of her and Danny from NKOTB. Not self inserts, mind you-- but friend inserts. Later it was her and Eddie Vedder and sometimes her and one of our assistant swim coaches. I never wrote those down, though. They were all just told at sleepovers.

8. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately. No, actually! I need silence for writing, otherwise I'll focus on the lyrics if there are any. And classical music has just never felt relaxing to me-- I can't help but pay attention to the details/try to pick out instruments/focus on it.

22. Have you cried while writing a fic? Yes, definitely. I cried A LOT writing the sick Harry fic (Even On My Worst Days), but I know there have been lots of other ones that made me tear up. Even if I don't cry in the writing, when I do read throughs for editing I will definitely end up getting teary at the sweet/heart-full moments especially.

[menlikeair]

OF THE GIRL / EDDIE VEDDER

he chose a path, heavy the fall, quarter to four.

fills his mind with the thought of a girl.

[stateofloveandnegan]

EDDIE VEDDER - one shots

Break Up

A Cigarette

Unfortunate Events

Grunge Concert

MTV Unplugged

No Confidence

Truth or Dare

Cosy

EDDIE VEDDER - requests

A Damn Wedding

Flirty

Car Accident

The Little Sister

The Backroom

Lollapalooza

Goodbye

The Shy One

Don’t Cry

Friends With Benefits - smut

Overprotective

Why?

Hatred

I’m Here

Massage - smut

My Girl - smut

Sweet Benefits - smut

Hey Ed

Alcohol

EDDIE VEDDER - short series

Backstage

Part 1

Part 2 - smut

Under Pressure/Date Night

Part 1

Part 2

STONE GOSSARD - one shots

Jealousy

STONE GOSSARD - requests

Dances

Hidden Feelings

Love

First Time - smut

Tease - smut

Eye-Contact

Sweet

CHRIS CORNELL - requests

Surprise?

Drunk

Lazy Day

Rehab

Interest

Crush - smut

On The Way - smut

Records

JERRY CANTRELL - one shots

One Date

JERRY CANTRELL - requests

I Just Can’t - smut

Rainy Days

MIKE MCCREADY - requests

What’s Wrong Up You? - smut

SHANNON HOON - requests

Exception

DAVE GROHL - requests

Conclusions

KENNY HICKEY - requests

Finally

EDDIE VEDDER X STONE GOSSARD -  requests

Movie Night

[jjmichie]

Links to My Fics

One Shots:  

Jeff and Eddie Have a Beer

Jeff and Stone Return from NYC

Stone Savors the Moment

How Many Times Must I Tell You?

Multi-Part Fics:

"In Too Deep" - Set during the Mother Love Bone era, Stone gets in over his head when he falls for a married woman.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4a

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

“Some Words When Spoken” - This story takes place during the Vitalogy era, although several of the stories are flashbacks.  Note - the first chapter actually happens LAST chronologically, and the remaining chapters are flashbacks leading up to it. I am expecting this won’t be much more than a five part series, so no huge commit.  Enjoy.  

Chapter 1:  Jack Irons it Out

Chapter 2:  Stone and Dave Watch Through the Window

Chapter 3:  Mike and Stone Walk in the Snow

Chapter 4: Stone and Dave drink Eddie's wine

Chapter 5: Nothingman

[amongsthewavesff]

Three

Almost 5 months passed since that day. Soon I would finish college and I had already met a very nice guy, Derek.

Derek was friends with one of my best friends, Patty. Lately we had been sharing a lot of time together.

Patty was a brunette with curly hair and big honey eyes, with a carefree look and a scandalous laugh. Melissa had a beautiful skin, blond hair to the waist and a huge love for science, we were the best friends, we knew each other since we were little. And about Derek ... Derek, he was very handsome and also very witty, we always had a good time together.

I will not deny that I forced myself not to think about him, and I succeeded most of the time, I tried not to see him in everything. Karen, her mother kept calling me constantly, we were good friends and that's why she avoided talking to me about her son. My friends always supported me and gave me a lot of love while the most difficult thing happened. Now the only important thing was to finish with the school and the graduation trip that we organized with Zack and Garret, their boyfriends.

Another two months passed and it was finally over, I was ready for the trip to Mexico. We would go to Puerto Vallarta, in Jalisco. I was very excited and excited about the adventure that meant being able to do it with my two best friends ...

My dad knocked on my door:

Darling, this has come to you ...- He handed me an envelope, his gesture was doubtful, just like mine. -You don't have to open it if you do not want to.

-Oh ..- It was a letter from Eddie.

-You know? We can keep it until you come back from Mexico ...

-No daddy. It's okay ... thanks- I smiled.

-Ok, I'll be out there in case you need me- kissed me on the forehead.

I sat on the bed and with a little doubt I finally opened it ...

"My dear one:

You know, Belle?

It has been a long time and I still don't understand your decision, however, I think it has stopped hurting. I heard your message on the answering machine a couple of days ago ... you're right. And I will be, on the shore, waiting to touch your hand again.

According to my memory, you are concluding the uni in these days and I want to congratulate you, I am sure that from this moment there will be nothing more than all the success you deserve. Things around here are very good, I think you would feel proud of the most of them. I hope.

Life works in very strange ways, and everything is happening very fast, I hope you are enjoying yourself a lot and you still being the same angel, always. If you ever think about visiting Seattle, call me, I wrote my number behind the photo.

I'm finally getting used to the weather, it's not that bad. And well, the band is called Pearl Jam, do you remember the story?

Be happy, Isabelle. I love you forever.

Eddie "

I sat for several minutes, with the sheet in my hand ... what was that?

I lit a cigarette, some tears spilled from my eyes ... I put my hand in the envelope there were two more things. It was the picture of us, sitting on the sand, he was hugging me and we were both smiling, spilling love through his eyes. The other was a slightly wrinkled sheet, it was a song called "Black"

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

And all I taught her was everything I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything All the pictures have, all been washed in black Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? And twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head I'm spinning,  I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away?

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures had, all been washed in black Tattooed everything All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see All that I am All I'll be

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky But why can't it be mine?

"I thought in called it "Belle" but was kind of bad name, right?"- he added at end of the sheet.

Wow ... so this was...a song after years of relationship and it has to be just a song of heartbreak ... well done, Eddie. I dropped it on the floor.

The next morning I said goodbye to my dad and my dog, Luca. I took my suitcase and got into the taxi to the airport.

From the trip I can say that everything was perfect, even what I did not expect to happen at all.

While we shared a bonfire on the beach of the hotel, Patty and Mel had a romantic time with their partners, Derek and I smoked a cigarette and had a beer. Looking towards the sea, in the middle of a silence nothing uncomfortable, Derek spoke to me:

-Isabelle ... Belle, Chabela, as the mexicans say ...- he smiled

-Aw, right! It sounds funny ...- I smiled back

-Look, Belle ... I want you to know something, you're not obliged to answer, ok?

-Oh, how much mystery- smile- tell me

-I like you very much, it's very easy to feel good by your side and I don't know, I just wanted you to know ... I don't lose hope that one day you'll look at me.

-Derek ...- I smiled stupidly ...- and?

-And this ...- said approaching to give me a long and warm kiss. It was tender and I felt something that I never thought to feel again in my stomach, nerves and emotion.

We stared at each other for a moment, smiling with some complicity.

-You are really beautiful, Isabelle ...

-Thanks- I blushed.

We kissed again. Returning to the bongalow, everything looked like something out of a chick flick movie

We kissed a couple of times until we were dancing in the small livingroom of the place.

Soon looking at us, lowered a strap of my dress, I smiled ... and kissed him as a sign of approval. He lowered the other one while caressing my shoulder.

He kissed all my chest and I took him to the bed that was lit by a beautiful bright moon.

All the time I was surprised, I mean, I had never been with another man and honestly he had made me feel too many things. His lips were soft, sometimes strong and his hands seemed to want to crawl under my skin ... the night was incredibly romantic.

-What do you think? - Asked me while lighting a cigarette.

-Not much, I just look at you ...- I remained reclining on the pillow

-I want to try whatever you want us to be, Belle. After this I'll not able to stop thinking about you for a single moment. - He smiled with some malice.

-Derek, I ... I'll be honest. I was afraid to think about having something with someone again, I thought I would never be ready, but somehow, this also surprised me. You make me feel things that I never imagined feeling again and besides, I want to try it too, because I really like you...

-Are you serious?

-Yes - I smiled at seeing his huge smile.

-I want to make love to you again ...- he turned to me and everything happened again ... it was fantastic.

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Okay okay two things! A question and a thank you!

So. I'm working on a thing for most remarkable thing and was wondering if you had any particular ideas on how Eddies look might change over the years. In regards to his hair and personal style etc. Specifically in terms of the snapshots of his life that we get through the interviews. I know you have small descriptions in some of them but wanted to ask if you had any strong visuals in mind that didn't make it into the text.

And 2nd. I'm rereading the interviews rn and putting them in chronological order and just. GODS! I absolutely adore them and wanted to thank you for this fic! It's literally one of my favourite things I've ever read in all my years in all my fandoms. And the last part of that final excerpt literally makes me cry (happy tears) every single time I read it no matter how many times I have done so!

So yeh. Just. Thank you so much for writing this fic and sharing it with the world!

omg okay so first i am so excited!!

second: i imagine he goes on a similar aesthetic journey to guys like vedder and chris cornell. eddie goes to seattle in ‘89-90, and leans into the grunge vibes pretty hard. he obviously still keeps a lot of metal nods — he wears t-shirts with his favorite bands, keeps his hair long (loses the fringe for a while, grows it back, loses it again) — but he starts adding a lot of flannel to his looks, courdory. he gets a little softer i think is what i’m getting at, but still edgy and cool. he leans into glam occasionally, specifically when he’s at big events — leans into that marc bolan t.rex look. i like to think of him as a pioneer for guys like harry styles or chris pine, something way ahead of his time because eddie knows how short life is, you know? so dress how you want, love how you want, because it’ll be gone tomorrow.

as he gets older, that grunge-metal-glam vibe refines, just settles into a sort of nameless cool. flannel and band tees still, but more mature: a black crew neck sweater over a white button down and a thick silver necklaces, all his pretty rings; an iron maiden sweatshirt and plaid trousers and docs. he wears his hair up more, because when the third gen comes around they pull in his hair, but it’s still long because like that shit’s his brand.

i hope that helps!!