•• Eddie vedder ○ ||"You're alive! You're fucking alive!"|| ||"you showed up?"|| ---- Charlotte Ament, Jeff aments little sister, was a sweet and nice girl, whom had been in love with Eddie but she didn't dare talk to him, she out right thought he hated her, but she realized not everything she thinks is true. ---- DIS...
It's the summer of 1992, Pearl Jam are currently housed up in Vancouver recording an album. By a stroke of luck, Eddie meets a down to earth woman that may just change his perception on love.
Rose is in a toxic relationship with a guy named Joseph. She hates her life but when she meets Eddie, he changes her life while falling madly in love with her. Keep in mind maybe a little crappy but I'm workin on it and some editing might be done to this story..
modern day Eddie is an up-and-coming local musician, and Katherine is a fan barely half his age. || alternate-universe fic ❝ up next, we have Mr. Eddie Vedder. ❞ #1 in VEDDER // 3/14/2020 #1 in PEARLJAM // 5/24/2020
This book includes one shots I've written on Tumblr. I'm posting them on Wattpad now to secure them, because Tumblr will soon have a new policy and I'm not sure what's allowed and what isn't. Smut: * In this book you can find one shots with: Eddie Vedder Chris Cornell Stone Gossard Jerry Cantrell Mike McCready Shannon...
"Don't you love her madly? Wanna be her daddy? Don't you love her face? Don't you love her as she's walking out the door?" - Love Her Madly, The Doors. warning: adult content may be featured in this story ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇
Fallon has moved to Seattle to get away from the lifestyles of California, and for a fresh start. One day during her shift at a record shop, Eddie Vedder stops by the store looking for some new music and meeting Fallon for the first time. He leaves the store with something unforgettable making him want more.
How could you not be dazzled by a fellow like Eddie Vedder, someone who spoke with such evangelical zeal of things like the earth and the sky, someone who seemed so intent on breathing inspiration back into every tired soul he came across? How could anyone not recognize, in his self-effecting urchin with the searching...
I put research into this, I'm a die-hard pearl jam fan. I know my shit.