Classic rock one shots and imagines [requests closed]

Kurt Cobain #3

Hey guys

Sorry this has taken so long to get out. It's been rough. My friend just died of  covid and I honestly don't feel like doing anything because of it. I miss him so much it hurts. 

Anyway, this was a request, so thank you for bringing these characters into my life. I definitely needed them. This is a male reader one shot, and even though it's not entirely noticeable, if you're not comfortable with that, you can read one of my other Kurt one shots or what ever else you like.

I referenced a song from the Pretty Reckless in this as well (mostly because I couldn't think of anything to finish the poem).

So, with that being said, enjoy, my loves. Stay healthy, stay safe, and I'll see you in the next one.

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"(Y/N)." Chris huffed. 

I ignored him. 

"(Y/N)," he huffed again, this time nudging me with his elbow. 

"What?" I snapped, turning my head toward him. 

"The fuck's your problem, man? You've been acting strange lately." 

I turned away from Chris, rolling my shoulders as I did so. I meant for my gesture to be more of a shrug, but I guess it looked completely different to Chris. 

"Did your parents find out you were gay or something?" 

"Fuck if I know." 

"Are you still getting over Antony?"

"Okay, what's with the twenty questions, Chris? I ain't got nothing wrong." I defended. 

Chris knew I was still hung up on Antony- who didn't? I wasn't trying to hide it, but I wasn't trying to make it obvious either. I was just going through the motions as they say. 

"Then don't be so sad."

"What a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" I exclaimed, and gave him a sideways glare. 

Chris just laughed and rolled his eyes. He then stood, grunting as he rose, "C'mon. We're gonna be late." 

I stared at his out stretched hand for a moment before reaching up and grabbing it.  He pulled me up and I looked around. A rare dry day had occured today, but the ground was still streaked and puddled with yesterday's rain. Normally I would bust my ass on the wet paint leading out of the park. Today I decided to bring my skateboard to prevent that. It wouldn't help my mood if I fell anyhow. 

......

"With my dumbass luck I would probably end up in a jail cell. Feeling needles and pins in my permanent motel." Cherry sang. 

Her voice was like the petals of a rose; smooth and velvety. But not just any rose. One of those deep red roses where the tips of the petals fade into a rich black. Hard to come by, and there's only ever one you see that takes you completely off guard. 

That was Cherry. 

The silky, seductive whisper she had at the beginning of the song would be red:

"He was hotter than a two dollar pistol so I did what I could. I don't know how I'm s'pose to feel, I don't feel like I should. 

"He can guess at my corruption, even I don't understand. They say I'm a victim with his gun in my hand."

The end of the song would be black.