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distorted59 · 8 months

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I need Danish Gremlin Lars headcanons so bad right now plsssss

Hi!!! first of all, I'm sorry it took a little while, hope you enjoy!! <3 and again, thanks for asking!

Loves it when you play with his hands! we all know this man has incredible hands, esp with all that tape around his fingers, lord have mercy.

Would absolutely love to teach you to play the drums

He WOULD tease you with his drumsticks, i fucking know it, this man is a kinky mf.

Like, he would slide one over the inside of your thigh and the other one over your neck and breasts.

THE TAPE AROUND HIS FINGERS STAYS ON!!! (need i say more)

He’d whisper sweet things to you in Danish, whenever he’s proud of you or when he tells you he loves you.

ALSO, during sex???? and he’d go all crazy cus it all just feels so, so good???

I feel like he’s quite dominant, maybe in his early years (‘81-‘84) he’d be a little bendable (not literally, but who knows?). But, in the 90’s he’d be FERAL.

Like I said earlier, I feel like he’s a kinky mf. Exhibitionism, he likes to get freaky in public. He loves getting praised, he wants to hear how good he is at something. Pleasing you, playing drums, cooking, mowing the fucking lawn. He doesn’t mind, please fulfill his ego.

Small dick, but the energy is BIG.

Has stamina for DAYZZZZ!!!

He would fuck you on his drumset, i can just imagine him eating you out and hitting the kickdrum while doing so. (IM SORRY I HAD TO)

I feel like early 80’s Lars is a real sweetheart, maybe still a little shy but definitely runs his mouth. 90’s Lars has no fucking filter, he’s cocky, arrogant, gets whatever he wants and takes whatever he wants.

Loves to just be around you, showing you he’s here. You’d watch him and the boys rehearse and he would squeeze your hand or your thigh, flashing you small smiles and giving you kisses here and there.

“You still with us, darling?” He squeezes your thigh, smiling with those adorable dimples of his.

"Hm?" You dozed off a little, but his fingers sliding to the inside of your thigh keep you very awake.

“Are you enjoying watching us, babe?” Lars grins.

“Oh, yeah.” You nod. “You’re doing great, baby.”

“You think so?” He smirks proudly, his fingers tracing circles over your soft skin. “You like watching me play?”

“Mhm.” You hum and smile down at his hand. Already knowing what you two will be doing later.

He would take you to Denmark, showing you his hometown and places he went to as a kid. His childhood home (which is now a fertility clinic I believe, lol) and his school, where he played tennis as a boy.

He loves art so he would take you on little museum trips and years later to these auctions where he would sell the pieces from his home for millions of dollars, (SKOM docu).

Loves bragging to people about you. “My girl is great, she’s the prettiest woman i know.” and "Well, my girl loves playing the drums with me." <3

You know those bandanas he wore in the 80’s? Yeah, tying your wrists up with them or putting it in your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loud <3.

He is a little fruity tho. (so threesome with Kirk maybe? yes/no?)

Load/Reload era, this man wore some heavy eyeliner. I can see him asking you for a little help.

He’s in the bathroom, trying to figure out what the fuck to do here.

“Babe, could you help me out here?” He holds up the pencil and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“With what, baby?” you walk into the bathroom and look at him, slight confusion written over your face. “Is that my eyeliner?”

“It’s for the new album!” He protests. “We got a new look, ya know?”

“What, cutting your hair wasn’t enough?” You tease him and sit on the sink counter.

You take the eyeliner from his hands and pull him closer by his shirt, you wrap your legs around his waist and make him look at you by holding his chin.

“Okay, close your eyes.”

He obliges and you softly apply the liner just above his lash line. He squints a little and breathes out through his nose.

“Don’t move, baby.” You scold him.

“Sorry, It feels a little weird.” a wide smile spreads on his face.

“Look up for me.”

He does what he tells you, looking at you before he looks up entirely. You apply some under his waterline, smudging the edges gently with your fingers.

“All done, babe.” You kiss his lips softly.

He smiles into the kiss and murmurs a “thank you” against your lips. He checks himself out in the mirror behind you and grins.

“Wow, I look sexy!”

“Larzy Poo” - James Hetfield, 2023

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anna-n-hetfield · 2 years

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Out On Tour

Request: can i request platonic reader x metallica where they take her on tour with them and how they act towards her and how close they are?

Author’s Note: I tried to make this gender neutral. Hopefully I did good, but if not, I can fix it if I need to. Just let me know.

Can I just say that these boys would be the best friends to have?

Like they are crazy, fun, and sweet. A total triple threat.

And they all like having you around.

Sometimes even get a little jealous when are spend more time with one than the other.

“James, you took Y/N shopping yesterday. It’s my day!”

I kind of feel like Lars would be the worst about it.

Your relationship with each of them would be a little different.

With James, it was mostly about fast cars, guitars, and new songs, and just helping him find his inspiration.

You and Kirk would be chilling with some good horror movies and popcorn.

If you jumped or flinched, Kirk wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. But you were the same with him.

Lars would take you to try a different restaurant in every city you visited and took a bite of what the other ordered just to see if it was good or not.

Like in New York City, you went to a pizza shop, and in San Antonio, an Italian restaurant that had all kinds of talk about it.

You and Jason would play card games and go to museums or local tourist spots. It was most likely you dragging him there, but no one else would go with you.

“Y/N, come on! I don’t want to go to one of those lame places?”

You would look at him with wide shocked eyes, almost like you were going to cry.

Jason was a sucker for tears.

“Fine, let’s go.”

Needless to say, when they performed, you were front row, dancing and singing your heart out to their songs.

Which they all loved to see.

And if anyone in the crowd got too handsy or rough, one of them would be at your defense even if you could take of yourself which they knew you could.

They had taken the time to teach you self-defense.

But you would hear that deep growly voice that was James.

“Keep your hands to yourself, bud.”

Then once the guy left you alone, the show would get back going.

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jessybarnes · 8 months

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Al Min Kærlighed

Chapter Title - Nothing Else Matters

Pairing - Single!Lars x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - Angst, fluff, flashbacks of an abusive relationship, mentions of drinking, mentions of physical violence, crying, nightmares, hospitals, doctors, nurses, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1.7k

Unbeta’d - All mistakes are my own Y'all.

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

Sleep wasn't something you thought would come easy for you, but with the help of the medicine and Lars, it came rather quickly. You were soon jolted awake by a loud noise.

What was that? Scraping? Banging? You opened your eyes to see if it was coming from your hospital room, but you soon realized that you weren't there. It was too dark to see anything, but the smell of stale beer and sweat filled your nostrils.

Oh God...you were home and the noises were probably Cole looking for you. Panic seized you and you prayed that this was a dream. Lars and James had been real right? They had to be. This couldn't be happening.

Even though it was too dark to see anything, you ran.

The noises became louder as your heart thundered in your chest. Soon you heard him. Cole's cold icy voice yelling for you.

“Y/N!!!! C'mon Y/N. You know I was only kidding with you, right? I love you. Stop hiding and come out so we can have that talk you wanted.”

You kept running, trying to get away from him. It felt like the hallway was never-ending. This had to be a dream.

Suddenly, you ran into something hard, and when you realized what it was you began to hyperventilate. Looking up with fearful eyes you saw his evil smile as he reached out and shook you.

“There you are my sweet. Let's go have that talk now shall we?”

“No... no please Cole... please just let me go....”

You felt around for something, anything, to grab so you could get away. Nothing was there. All you saw was blackness and Cole. The shaking continued as tears started to streak down your face.

“Y/N c'mon now. You know you can't escape me. I'll always be there. Everywhere you look, everything you hear, see, feel... it'll be me. Forever and always remember?”

You shook your head as tears kept streaming down your face. Finally, you opened your eyes again and saw Lars leaning over you with worried frantic eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart c'mere. Everything's okay now. It was just a dream. Shhhh just breathe. Take deep breaths in through your nose and out your mouth. That's it.”

Lars soothed you by pulling you to his chest and rubbing small circles on your back. You breathed in deep. His smelled so nice. You were used to smelling beer and smoke from Cole, but Lars smelled of...what was that...spices? Cinnamon?. You clutched his shirt with your left hand to keep yourself grounded. To make your mind see that it was only a dream.

You pulled back and finally looked into his eyes. He smoothed your hair away from your wet cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“There we go. See everything's alright. I'm right here. You're safe.”

He gently laid you back down on the sheets and got up from the chair to walk across the room. He came back a moment later with a pad of paper and a pen. He smiled as he passed them to you.

“Now can I finally put a name to your pretty face?"

Your cheeks flushed as you took the pen in your left hand and shakily placed it against the paper. He called you pretty! That couldn't be right though. You sure didn't feel pretty, let alone look it. Slowly you began to write your name as well as a thank you note and passed it over to him.

My name is Y/N, and I would like to say thank you for everything. You really didn't have to stay with me. I don't want to be a burden to you and James as well as the rest of your band. I am so grateful.

You could hear the ticking of the clock as Lars read your note. You pulled a string on the blanket nervously as you awaited his reply. He set the notepad and pen at the foot of the bed and gently grasped your hand. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes as he spoke seriously and truthfully to you.

“Y/N huh? What a pretty name for a pretty face. I must tell you that you are not a bother to James or myself, nor are you hindering our band in any way. My concern is with you and what happened to you. I don't know, it's like I feel responsible for you in some way. Like, I know you can probably take care of yourself, but for right now you need someone there. I feel compelled to be that someone."

Lars smiled softly at you, his eyes shining with affection.

"How would you like to come with us when you leave here? You won't have to worry about anything. Money won't be an issue, and neither will transportation. Unless you have something or someone keeping you here? Is there someone here that you need to stay for Y/N?”

Your eyes watered as you reached for the notepad. Lars handed it to you and you began to write a response.

You want me to go with you? I... I don't know what to say. Wouldn't I be in the way? I have no one left here that cares about me. I have no ties to this place. I planned to move to California once I saved up $200 more dollars, but now that won't happen because of the bill from this hospital visit. I truly want to go with you, but I also don't want your invitation to be out of pity.

You wiped the tears that escaped your eyes and passed the notepad back to Lars. Your bottom lip quivered and he rubbed your leg gently as he read what you wrote.

“Y/N, I can promise you there is no pity behind my invitation. Like I said, I feel the need to help you. I won't push, but when you're ready I need to know what happened to you. As far as your hospital bill being too costly, there is no bill. James and I have that covered for you. The way we see it is, you need help, and we make enough as it is. You stumbled into our dressing room beat up and barely alive, and we brought you back from that edge. We've said it before and I will say it for us again, we are glad you pulled through.”

You couldn't hold back your cries then. You put your head in your hands and began to sob. There was no bill, and you had been asked to go with the greatest heavy metal band on tour? This was just too good to be true. These men were angels in disguise. You felt strong arms envelope you in a hug, and you knew it was safe. He let you cry while whispering to you that it was going to be okay. You pulled back and licked your lips again and cleared your throat. You were going to try to talk. You needed to properly thank him.

“Th-Thank you, Lars. I can't...thank you enough... for... for what you've done for me...”

You saw Lars' eyes water then and he brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a feather-light kiss to your knuckles and smoothed his thumb over them.

“You're most welcome Y/N. Now let me get the doctor and call James so we can make arrangements to get your stuff from your house. Unless you don't want us to? I mean we can always just get you new things. Is there anything you need that's sentimental to you? I think we can whip you into being a great assistant to Metallica. Lord knows we need one!”

You shook your head and gave a short reply.

"Nothing sentimental. I want to go with you."

He winked at you and stood up to grab his phone. Punching in what had to be James' number he placed his free hand on his hip and stalked toward the window of your room. You weren't paying any attention to what he was saying, but you were checking him out.

He had this assertiveness about him, this confidant stance that made your knees weak. You were always a sucker for the confident ones. His accent was something else that made your pulse a little higher than it should be. He had solid muscles on his arms and calloused fingers. Definitely the arms of a drummer.

You loved percussion and wished you knew how to play, but you ended up in Orchestra and the Viola was your baby back in the day. You noticed that he wasn't talking to James anymore, but was staring at you. Crap! How long had you been staring and when did he notice? He smiled at you and moved to sit down next to you again. You hoped he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up the side of your neck.

“James is on his way up here to discuss how we are gonna do this. Now let's get Dr. Anderson in here to see when you can be released.”

He pressed the nurse call button on your little hand-held device and the little red light came on. A few moments later Amanda came in. You really like her. She had been a great nurse.

“Hey there, how are you feeling?”

You went to say that you needed Dr. Anderson, but Lars jumped in before you could so you let him take control.

“She seems better Amanda, could we by chance see Dr. Anderson? I believe Y/N is feeling like she could go home.”

“Sure thing! Let me give him a call and he should be in to see you shortly to discuss what happened as well as when you can be discharged.”

With that, Amanda left the room, and you turned your attention back to Lars. You knew that you needed to tell him what happened, but you were afraid. Not because you thought that he would change his mind, but because you knew that he would want to confront Cole. You didn't want to see Lars or James get hurt. Not because of you.

You sighed and made your decision. Despite what you thought about them getting hurt, you told Lars everything. Told him how you kept a private savings account, worked overtime, took care of the house you and Cole shared, and put up with his threats and abuse. You laid everything out on the table. He watched you with sad angry eyes. It was only a matter of time before he told James, and you knew they would go see Cole.

It was inevitable.

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skinomyteethh · 8 months

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₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ skinomyteeth introduction!

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ angie or ang. she/her. leo. half finnish. half mexican. violinist. archer. photographer. journalist. psychology nerd. i write fan-fiction for 60s-90s musicians. i speak spanish, english, french, finnish and german. requests are always open.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ bands & groups i write for: metallica, megadeth, guns n' roses, motley crue, aerosmith, bon jovi, van halen, the doors, L.A. guns, led zepplin, hanoi rocks, poison, ramones, skid row, etc.

all i ask is that you’re patient w me i might not answer your message or ask right away, i promise im not ignoring you!! I don’t write any “heavily dark” or dark content (things that involve incest, pedophilia, heavy gore, abuse of any kind, and no piss or other questionable kinks. don’t b scared to send req for drabbles i promise u im v nice!! I write do smut, I sadly don't write for male readers but I do write gender neutral stories if requested, if you wanna be friends just hmu on here! im free almost all the time

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jaymz-het69 · 1 year

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March 14 1983

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#heavy metal #james hetfield #metal #metallica #music #rock #80s metal #80s rock #80s roleplay #muse #metallica roleplay #dave mustaine #thrash metal #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #james hetfield x y/n #james hetfield x reader

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bubbledtee · 2 years

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A Break ~ Part 1

Based off of THIS interview.

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem!reader, Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: extremely incorrect timeline, mentions of Lars being an asshole, mentions of Kirk being a shitty boyfriend, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions drugs and alcohol, smoking cigarettes, crying, Dave being a complete softie for reader, i think that's all, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: ok, the timeline on this shit is inconsistent (obvi), and this is also kind of shitty, but it was just easier to have kirk and dave be in the band at the same time. lars and james are basically just procrastinating kicking dave out, so that's why they have both kirk and dave there lol. this is going to have at least one more part, and that part will contain smut ^-^

It wasn’t your choice, coming to this party. If you could even call it that. You just wanted to spend the night with Kirk for once, to have a relaxed evening where there was nothing there to distract you from one another, no one to get between you. But, of course, that just couldn’t happen, could it? He couldn’t just spare you one night without being clung to this new band, ‘Metallica’.

You took a long drag from your cigarette, staring up at the moon and its surrounding speckles of light. The cratered rock was full as could be, the reflective light gleaming in the sky brightly. You couldn’t remember the last time the moon was so beautiful and bright. It made you wonder when the last time you really decided to observe the beauty around you.

Your mind was elsewhere as you continued to smoke, your knees tucked tightly against your chest. “Fuck, it’s cold.” you shivered, rubbing the trail of goosebumps up your arm in attempts to warm up. You really should’ve grabbed your jacket.

The sound of a zippo flicking open jerks you from your own thoughts, your neck twisting quickly to face the noise. Some part of you wished it was Kirk coming to apologize to you, to tell you that he was the dick, but you knew that wasn’t happening.

You sigh in relief when the flame of the lighter illuminates the identity of the rando behind you, his large hand cupped around the flame as he lights his cigarette.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dave.” you exhale, turning back to face forward, “You scared the shit out of me,”

The redhead chuckles drunkenly. You could smell the cheap beer and weed on his flannel from here.

“Sorry,” he smirks before taking a drag. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of She by Misfits bounding from the shitty speakers in the home behind you. Dave exhales before motioning to the seat beside you, “Mind if I sit?”

You carelessly motion back, signaling a ‘Whatever’ as you suck back the last of the smoke before stubbing it out on the ground below you, “As long as you won’t call me a selfish bitch, too.” you breathe, quoting a very, very drunk Lars after you had asked Kirk if you could simply go home.

“Never,” was all Dave said before taking a long sip from his beer and sinking down into the lawn chair beside you. His silence confused you a bit. From what you’ve known of Dave, he’s an aggressive, talkative drunk, always fighting with someone or doing something crazy. But right now he was neither, seemingly just needing a break from everyone, too.

There was a break of silence as you just sat together, enjoying the damp aroma and particularly bright light of the night individually. Over the past weeks you’d known Dave, you’d gotten on well with him. Cliff, too.

But there was something special about Dave.

Maybe it was that notorious grin of his whenever he told a funny story.

Or maybe it was the way he cared about his bandmates, how he’d do anything for them even if they wouldn’t do the same.

Or how he listened to you when you told a story, not interrupting you like James or Lars would.

How he’d listen when Kirk wouldn’t.

“You don’t deserve that,” Dave mutters suddenly, taking a short drag of his cigarette.

Your neck swivels towards him, cheeks reddening at the somewhat bold words.

“Sorry?” you ask dumbly.

Dave turns his head to look back at you, the moonlight casting perfectly against his profile. “You heard me,” he slurs slightly before turning his head away from you again, staring into the pale light above. “No real man would stand for his friends acting like that towards his girlfriend. Not if he cared about her, at least.”

A pain struck through your heart at the guitarist’s brutally honest words. Of course Kirk cared about you, at least he did before he got caught up in this whole musician thing. You bit your lip as you slowly turned to face forward again, too, your head slowly dropping to rest on your folded knees.

Dave continued, “Those guys in there, James, Cliff, Lars, they’re my brothers. Other than them, I’ve only got my mom.” he sighed, running his long fingers through his thick mane of hair, “I mean, I’d do anything for them, y’know? More than they’d probably do for me, honestly.” Dave huffed out a pained laugh before sipping his beer once more, crushing the can beneath his foot when the golden brown liquid was all gone.

“But I’d never, ever let any one of them talk to my girl like that.” Dave hissed, almost angry, “That would’ve been my breaking point.” he added, bringing his cigarette to his face and pausing his motion right before inserting the stick between his lips, murmuring, “Should’ve been Kirk’s, too.”

It felt like you were being stabbed in the chest repetitively as Dave went on. Sure, he was right, Kirk wasn’t being a good boyfriend as of late, and it really was pissing you off, but why did Dave have to be so upfront about it? What did he get out of giving you relationship advice?

You push air from your cheeks in attempts to hold back the tears that had been there all night, but it was impossible. Kirk didn’t care anymore. He was all about the band, not seeming to care how you felt any longer.

When he was in Exodus, Kirk would’ve followed you right outside when you stormed out, begging for your forgiveness and berating whatever “friend” had called you a bitch. But it wasn’t like that anymore. Metallica changed him.

The first tear trailed down your cheek as you clenched your eyes shut, hoping – praying – that this was just some sort of cruel nightmare. That you were going to wake up beside a loving, caring Kirk once again.

But you didn’t.

You pressed your burning eyes against your denim clad knees, the tears unable to be held back any longer. A light gasp for air turned Dave’s attention towards you, his eyebrows furrowing in pure concern.

“Y/N?” he questions softly, immediately dropping his cigarette to rub a hand up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. His voice was soft and caring; very out of character for him. “Oh, don’t cry.”

Despite Dave’s gentle plea, you broke. The wails you’d been holding back for god knows how long were finally coughed up, salty tears staining your cheeks with dark eyeliner and mascara. Your head rose as you gasped for air, hiccuping up incoherent words that Dave couldn’t even start to decipher.

Dave gave you a pitiful, guilty look. He did this to you. It wasn’t his intention to make you upset, but it happened. God, he really should just keep his fucking mouth closed sometimes.

“Come here,” Dave whispered, pulling you up from your chair and back down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you against him. His large frame warmed your much smaller one as you pressed your face against his broad chest, muffling your loud, breathless sobs. “I’m sorry, pretty.” he murmured against your ear, the pet name just slipping out on instinct before he pressed his lips against the top of your head. He smoothed a hand up and down your back, holding you tightly against himself. “It’s gonna be okay,”

Dave frowned at just how cold and sad you felt against him. He just wanted to make everything perfect for you, to make everything that’s bad in your life go away. He wanted to hold you like this forever, and to keep you safe and happy for as long as he could, safer and happier than Kirk ever could.

Ever since Lars and James hired Kirk, Dave was starting to get treated worse as the days went on. All of their attention was turned to this guitarist who, in Dave’s mind, really did not need to be there. They had a lead guitarist and rhythm guitarist and were fine as a four-piece. What did they need this random dude for all of a sudden? It wasn’t like he was filling an empty position, either.

However, when he realized that you came along with Kirk, things seemed to be just a bit better. You were smart, you were funny, extremely artistic, and absolutely beautiful. Whenever he could, he was sneaking a glance at you when you weren’t looking. Maybe from across the room during one of these stupid parties when someone made you giggle, or maybe during the band’s practice when you were sat in your own chair in the corner, drawing in that curious notebook of yours that no one but you was allowed to see. Not even Kirk.

So, when he began to notice how Kirk was treating you as the month went past, his resentment against him only grew. Most of the time, he’d stay out of it, just boring holes into the back of Kirk’s head after he’s, once again, sent you storming away for something he or one of the other guys have said. But on occasion, he’d follow you, ready to comfort you. Just like he had tonight.

Dave could feel your warm tears soaking through his shirt, and if it’d been anyone else, he probably would have shoved them off of himself in fears of ruining the shirt. But for you, he didn’t care. All he wanted was you being comfortable, and if that meant ruining his Aerosmith shirt, so be it.

Tears stream down your face when you pull away slightly, gasping to get words out, “It’s just- He wasn’t like this when he was in Exodus! And I don’t know if I did something, or- or-”

Dave shushed your teary rambles and shook his head, “You didn’t do anything, Y/N. It’s not your fault,” he assured you, resting his chin atop your head, “Kirk’s just an idiot,”

The sound of your sobs died down after that, your muscles relaxing as you let your body fully press against Dave’s. He was so warm, and so big, too. The way his long arms engulfed you against his chest made you feel so small, like his body could swallow yours whole and keep you warm inside and out. Like he could warm that empty cavity you felt within your chest right then.

After a moment, you noticed the volume of the music coming from inside dying down a bit, only faint notes breaking through the air occasionally. You wondered what time it was, and whether Kirk and the rest of the boys had decided to crash for the night, or if they were still up drinking whatever shitty liquor they had left.

“I dunno what I’m gonna do,” you sigh, subconsciously snuggling into Dave, just trying your hardest to warm up as you thought.

Obviously, you weren’t happy in your relationship with Kirk, but that could be fixed, right? Maybe, if you told him how you were feeling, he would take a step back and realize that he wasn’t being the boyfriend he should be, and that he should take you more into consideration. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t care. Maybe, he wouldn’t realize your worth at all and would just break up with you. Maybe, he just didn’t care anymore.

Your thoughts felt like punches as they banged around inside your head, questioning your entire relationship. You needed a break, that you knew.

You bit your lip, holding back more tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. “I don’t have a car, I don’t have much money, I don’t have anywhere to stay-”

“Sure you do,” Dave drunkenly chimed, his lips tugged into a smirk, “I have a couch,”

You sniffle and look up at him, “Yeah, but I really don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Pfft-” the redhead sputters, shaking his head dismissively, “The last thing you’d be is a bother, Y/N. I’m not a very busy guy.” He assures, “Plus, it’d be kind of nice to have someone other than the dog to talk to. She's a good listener, but she's shit at giving advice.”

You giggle and pull away from Dave, sitting yourself up on his knees. You peak over your shoulder at him, a cheeky grin plastered across your tear-stained face, “So that’s why you make such shitty decisions!”

Dave pushes your shoulder lightly with a scoff, “Says you,” he rebuts, watching intently as you slowly rise to your feet. The jeans you wore showed your shape off perfectly, hugging you in all the right places, and Dave cursed himself for letting his eyes linger for as long as they did.

“Whatever,” you laugh as you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to look at least halfway decent before having to face Kirk for the last time tonight. All you had to do was go into that god forsaken living room, maybe give Kirk a short explanation or just leave a simple note as to where you were going, grab your jacket, and then leave with Dave. It was as simple as that.

“Here, turn around.” Dave instructed, though before you had a chance to react, he was gently pulling you around by your elbow. “Let me get some of this shit off your face,” he mumbled as he took your cheek into his hand, cocking your head up towards him.

God, he’s tall. You thought to yourself, a smile playing at your lips as he furrowed his brows and attempted to rub the stains off with the pad of his thumb. After a bit of struggle, the redhead ran his thumb along his tongue before bringing it back up to your face, continuing to rub the black blotches from your cheeks. The pungent scent of the beer and marijuana ridden saliva hardly bothered you, your mind too busy secretly swooning over the six-foot redhead before you.

“There,” he smiled proudly, giving your cheeks one final rub with the sleeve of his flannel. You gazed up at him for a moment longer than you would have liked, your eyes flickering from his beautiful greenish-brown eyes to his plump lips as your mind wandered into uncharted territory.

How could someone be such a soft, caring person one moment, and then a gruff brute the next? It almost felt like an honor, being exposed to such a sweet, soft side of Dave like this. Especially when he was drunk. Of course, he wasn’t as drunk as usual, but still, it was such a difference that you were sure barely anyone ever got to see.

You took one last glance at his pretty mouth before finally looking away, your head turned to the side. You knew you shouldn’t feel like this about him, especially with what you were going through right then, but you just could never help yourself. It’d been that way the entire month and a half you’d known him, too.

If you watched them practice, your eyes were on Dave the entire time, watching those long, thick fingers of his work up and down his guitar. Maybe Kirk played better, but Dave always looked better. At first, you felt bad about it. Bad about how you’d “accidentally” fantasize about Dave instead of Kirk in your daydreams. Bad about how you couldn’t help but wonder what that light happy trail of his led to whenever he wore one of those cropped shirts. Bad about how you started to have to think about Dave during sex with Kirk, the feeling of it otherwise loveless and rough.

But you realized that Kirk deserved it.

Because maybe, just maybe, if he knew about those thoughts of yours, he’d realize the mistakes he made. Maybe he’d be reminded of what you were worth.

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving Dave a quick, flustered smile before turning around and slowly starting to head into the house, Dave following shortly behind you. He moves up beside you, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. You barely notice the vague touch, his essence very gentle and light against your own as you walk towards the sliding glass door of the kitchen. His presence made you feel much more comfortable walking back into the house. You knew that if any of the guys sent you some mumbly insult, Dave was there to defend you, with words or a fist.

You pull the door’s handle and step through the opening, the strong scent of weed immediately lingering to your nostrils as your body is finally engulfed in warm air. The sound of Lars’s obnoxious Danish accent hit your ears as well, immediately churning a feeling of nausea in your stomach.

Dave must’ve noticed your hesitation as he bent down and mumbled in your ear, not wanting to alert the hostile Dane with his voice, “It’ll be okay, he’s all bark, no bite. You know that,”

You blushed as you looked back at the redhead, “Y-Yeah, I know.” you stutter before gingerly stepping towards the living room, preparing yourself for a messy confrontation.

As you step into the living room, Lars’s drunken rant dies down, all eyes slowly turning to you when you make your way over to the couch. Everyone watched quietly as you picked up your coat and pulled it on before looking up at a very stoned Kirk, “Are you spending the night here?” you ask, very mild mannered while you hook the zipper on the leather coat.

Kirk looks over at Lars for approval, gaining a quick nod. He looks back at you, his gaze suspicious, “Yeah, we can stay. Why?” he asks dumbly, watching you zip your jacket closed.

You stick your hands in your pockets and look up, poking your tongue against your cheek as you quickly question your decisions one last time. You need a break. No exceptions.

“You can stay, Kirk. I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight-”

“What?!” Kirk practically shouts, making everyone else in the room jump before glancing between you and Dave, all thinking the same thing. All thinking that you were a cheating whore.

“I said, I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight. I’ll call you in the morning, and we can figure shit out, but right now, I just need a break.” you sounded exhausted, and you felt it too. You were so ready to take a shower and put on fresh, clean clothes that didn’t smell like sweat and weed, and just sleep for hours.

Kirk gave you an exasperated look before you turned tail and walked up right beside Dave, “Baby, let’s talk about this-”

“No, Kirk. We can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” your voice was stern as you began to walk out, Dave trailing closely behind you almost protectively, as if someone was going to lunge at you at any given moment. Which, honestly, felt possible with the way Lars glared at you, his eyes chanting every demeaning name in the book. But he knew better than to verbalize any of it, being practically half the size of Dave.

Kirk followed after you, pleading helplessly for you to turn back and give him yet another chance, but somehow, you stood your ground. You had no clue how, but you did. Maybe it was the fact you had someone on your side, someone right there to defend you and put that wall up between you and everyone else.

As you stepped through the front door, you took one last glance back at Kirk. He looked sad, but most of all angry. You were surprised he hadn’t attempted to attack Dave in an attempt to get your attention, but he must’ve been wise enough to know that the redhead was too big and strong for him to take on. The look you shared with him only lasted a moment, though, as Dave slammed the door shut in Kirk’s face, the sound echoing throughout the midnight air.

You were both silent for a bit as you followed Dave along the sidewalk, beginning the trek to his apartment. Seemingly thousands of emotions ran through your entire body, some good, some bad. It felt as though you had a mixture of excitement and dread pulling your stomach in all different directions while adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your legs feel like a ball of rubber bands.

You sigh and look up at Dave, “How far is the walk?” you ask softly, subconsciously drifting closer to his side as you walk.

“Like ten minutes,” he answers, “Why?”

You shrug, looking back down at the sidewalk as you mumble, “‘Cause I’m cold,”

Dave thinks for a moment, looking down at you in contemplation before quickly hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The feeling of his much larger body pushed flush against your own makes you blush, heating you from the inside out as your belly flutters nervously.

He smiles down at your crimson cheeks, “Is that better?”

You nod slowly, not quite sure how to feel about the affection. In your head, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right to be so up close and personal with your possibly-ex-boyfriend’s bandmate, practically cuddling like you were a couple.

But to your body, it felt perfect.

You spoke up after a moment, ignoring your internal battle, “Way better,”

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vinces-bbgirl · 8 months

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INTRODUCTION !

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amayalul · 1 year

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can someone make a angsty/sad fic of one of the metallica boys standing in the crowd at their ex's show while they sing a song that was made about them (cliche i know)

and then he realises how miserable he is without her and how badly he fucked up so he tries to talk to her backstage

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devilishoon · 2 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 '𝐧' 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 ☠︎

personajes: james hetfield x fem!reader

resumen: james hetfield ha estado tan enfocado en su banda que ha descuidado su relación de pareja.

avisos: agnst, ruptura, hay más de un capítulo y esta es la primera parte

contador de palabras: 2219 palabras

Las paredes de tu casa comenzaron a retumbar cuando un coche se detuvo justo enfrente. Supiste de inmediato que se trataba de James, pues lo que sonaba a través de aquellos potentes altavoces era Aerosmith, una de sus bandas preferidas.

Ya estabas prácticamente lista para salir, tan solo tenías pendiente perfumarte y echarte un último vistazo en el espejo, así que hiciste aquello a paso rápido y saliste por fin de casa, cerrando la puerta con llave.

Mientras cruzabas el jardín, alcanzaste a ver como el rubio golpeaba el volante al ritmo de la música, viviendo la canción. Tu novio era un maldito loco del rock y del metal y, a pesar de que no compartías su amor por aquella música, siempre estuviste ahí para apoyar sus proyectos y a su banda.

No obstante, toda persona tiene sus límites y él había traspasado los tuyos. No te suponía ningún problema el hecho de dejarle su espacio para que se enfocara en su música, pero, en el último mes, se había centrado tanto en la preparación de su nuevo disco que había descuidado vuestra relación por completo. Pasaba las noches componiendo y las tardes ensayando, y así no había forma de hacer funcionar lo vuestro. De hecho, si no te hubiese llamado para decirte que estaba libre esa misma noche, habrías perdido la fe y habrías dejado de batallar por mantener vuestra relación a flote. Sin embargo, ahora que tenías la oportunidad, pensabas expresar todo lo que te había estado atormentando en aquel tiempo que habíais pasado separados.

De modo que, con esa motivación, entraste en el coche y evitaste ser influenciada por los efectos de su brillante sonrisa al verte.

—Te he echado de menos —tomó tu mano y dejó un beso fugaz sobre el lomo de esta, comportándose como un caballero.

Desde luego, no te iba a poner las cosas fáciles, pero debías de mantener la mente fría si querías que más tarde se tomase tus emociones con seriedad.

—¿A dónde vamos a ir a cenar? —cambiaste de tema de manera cortante y aprovechaste para abrochar tu cinturón.

—Pues el otro día fui a un restaurante con los chicos y pensé que te gustaría, así que, si te parece bien, podemos ir ahí —respondió, posando su mano sobre la parte descubierta de una de tus piernas y acariciándola con su dedo pulgar.

Ahí estaba de nuevo, hablando de la maldita banda. “Los chicos esto… Los chicos aquello…”, estabas harta de escuchar anécdotas o de que James les mencionase en cuanto veía la oportunidad. Cualquiera diría que prefería pasar tiempo con ellos a estar contigo.

—Si tienes otro sitio en mente solo tienes que decirlo, te llevaré a dónde quieras —volvió a hablar al ver que tú te mantuviste callada ante su propuesta.

—No, vamos a ese, ahora tengo curiosidad —dijiste, pues tampoco es que se te antojara ir a algún otro lugar.

—Perfecto, pues iremos a ese —mordió su labio inferior, feliz por ver que su plan estaba saliendo a pedir de boca.

» Te mantuviste en silencio durante todo el trayecto hasta que el rubio, el cual había estado ignorando tu estado de ánimo, estacionó el coche en los aparcamientos del restaurante. Te preguntó si te encontrabas bien, a lo que respondiste asintiendo. Todavía no era momento de hablar, ya lo haríais en el restaurante con más calma.

—Si en algún momento te empiezas a sentir mal, dímelo y volvemos a casa —recalcó preocupado, creyendo que quizás no te encontrabas bien físicamente hablando.

Acto seguido, se desabrochó el cinturón y te pidió que esperases adentro, para así salir del coche y abrir tu puerta por ti. Siempre se había comportado así contigo, pero no iba a bastar con sus bonitos gestos para solucionar los problemas que os rodeaban en ese momento.

Por pura educación y por no resultar irrespetuosa, tomaste su mano y saliste del coche, tal y como hacían las princesas al bajar de sus carruajes. Justo después, el más alto cerró la puerta que quedaba a tus espaldas, bloqueó las cerraduras del coche, y aprovechó vuestra cercanía para besar tu mejilla.

—Vamos —dijo con voz dulce, rodeando tu cintura para así caminar juntos hacia el restaurante.

Al entrar, te sorprendió el buen ambiente del lugar. Las veces en las que él había escogido dónde cenar habíais acabado en locales o bares perdidos en mitad de la nada, por lo que no esperabas terminar en un restaurante en el que se tocase música jazz en directo. Digamos que aquello te conmovió una pizca.

—Buenas noches, había reservado una mesa para hoy —dijo tras acercarse al encargado de recibir a la clientela.

—Dígame su nombre, por favor.

Mientras que ellos hablaban de sus asuntos, tú fuiste hipnotizada por la calidad de la música que se repartía por toda la sala. Debía de tratarse de músicos profesionales, pues hacían magia con aquellos instrumentos que sujetaban entre sus manos.

—Síganme, les acompañaré a su mesa.

El impulso que notaste en la cintura y las palabras del recepcionista te despertaron del trance en el que te habías sumergido. Ya era momento de tomar asiento para pedir la cena.

—Me gusta este sitio —le hiciste saber a James.

—Ya sabía yo que te iba a gustar —dijo antes de besar la parte superior de tu cabeza.

Una vez que llegasteis a la mesa que os correspondía, tu novio desplazó tu asiento hacia atrás para que te acomodaras sobre este y luego lo aproximó hacia el mantel. Por último, tomó asiento frente a ti, quedando de espaldas al pequeño escenario.

—Enseguida les atenderán —se despidió el recepcionista al ver que cada uno se encontraba ya en su respectivo asiento.

—De acuerdo, muchas gracias —respondió James en tu lugar.

Pasasteis apenas un minuto a solas antes de que se os acercase uno de los camareros que rondaban a vuestro alrededor para tomaros nota. Tú, por un lado, no dudaste ni un segundo en pedir un calzone, pues nunca te habías decidido a probarlo y ahora sentías que era el momento. James, por el contrario, pidió lo que siempre solía pedir en restaurantes italianos, más concretamente, pasta carbonara.

El camarero lo apuntó todo en su pequeña libreta y desapareció entre las mesas, de modo que al fin encontrasteis un rato para charlar con tranquilidad.

—¿Entonces qué? ¿Te gusta el restaurante? —quiso confirmar el rubio.

—Desde luego, es muchísimo mejor que cualquier sitio al que hayamos ido antes —comentaste y, a su vez, desplegaste la servilleta que se encontraba doblada en el interior de la copa para entretenerte.

—La verdad es que aquí la comida es muy buena, a los chicos también les encantó, podríamos venir más a menudo —acarició sus piernas aliviado por haber acertado a la hora de escoger el lugar adecuado para cenar.

—¿Quiénes? ¿Tú y los chicos? —preguntaste con una pizca de molestia, pues ahí estaba de nuevo incluyéndoles en la conversación.

Justo cuando empezabas a ver la luz al final del túnel y pensaste que las cosas podrían funcionar con él por llevarte a aquel sitio, tuvo que meter la pata de nuevo.

—¿Qué? No, me refería a nosotros dos —rió con algo de confusión en su rostro.

Lo cierto es que no estabas de humor para iniciar una discusión, preferías hablar las cosas con calma, así que desviaste tu atención hacia la banda que quedaba a sus espaldas, buscando algo de paz mental.

—Oye, estás muy rara hoy, ¿seguro que no te pasa nada? —percibió tu malestar por segunda vez en la noche, pero no te molestaste en responder esta vez— Eh, te estoy hablando —ondeó su mano por delante de tu rostro hasta que te viste en la obligación de hablar.

Al principio siempre te costaba unos minutos abrir la boca y decir lo que tenías que decir, pero una vez que lo hacías no había manera de cerrarla, y eso fue justo lo que sucedió en ese momento.

—Estoy cansada de que solo hables de Metallica —fuiste directa al grano y le dejaste sin palabras—. Hace semanas que no nos vemos, apenas hemos hablado por teléfono en todo este tiempo porque has estado ocupado con tus amigos, y ahora que nos vemos no dejas de mencionarles… —enumeraste sus errores.

—Lo siento, estuve demasiado centrado en mi música y no se me pasó por la cabeza que todo eso pudiera llegar a molestarte, pensaba que estabas bien con ello —su voz perdió la fuerza que la caracterizaba y sonó bastante más suave. Tampoco le faltaba sinceridad a su mirada y él parecía haberse calmado al comprender lo que había estado rondando por tu cabeza a lo largo de la noche.

—Y lo estaba en un principio porque sabía que estabas haciendo lo que más te gusta, pero no contaba con que podías desaparecer por un mes entero para después volver y únicamente hablarme de tu banda —insististe.

—Ahora mismo es en lo que estoy trabajando, solo pretendía compartir contigo lo que me ilusiona —su expresión se fue apagando por momentos, pues no le hacía ni una pizca de gracia descubrir ahora que te había estado haciendo daño por tanto tiempo.

—Y lo agradezco, pero parece que yo ya no forme parte de todas esas cosas que te ilusionan —aquella confesión fue la que le descolocó, la que le llevó a fruncir el ceño.

—Eso no es cierto de ninguna de las maneras —por su respuesta supiste que aquello le había disgustado—. Estás presente hasta en mis planes de futuro, incluso pensaba proponerte venir con nosotros de gira, aprovechando que hay una cama de sobra en la caravana que hemos alquilado.

—James, otra vez estás haciendo que la conversación gire en torno a Metallica —te frustró que vuestra conversación fuese un círculo vicioso—. Además, ¿no te has parado a pensar en que a lo mejor mis aspiraciones son diferentes a las tuyas? Quizás yo prefiera quedarme aquí, mudarme contigo y formar una familia en unos años. Quizás prefiera eso a ir de ciudad en ciudad mientras vivo única y exclusivamente de noche —algo se rompió dentro de ti cuando él mantuvo la boca cerrada ante aquello—. Solo piensas en ti, todo este tiempo he estado con alguien que pretende que todos se adapten a su modelo de vida, y aunque yo en parte he contribuido a ello, estoy cansada de que ese alguien no se pregunte qué es lo que busco yo —terminaste de decir todo lo que habías estado acumulando en el pecho.

Él, sin embargo, parecía estar meditando sus palabras antes de pronunciarlas en voz alta, pues sabía que, una vez habiéndolas liberado, no iba a poder eliminarlas de tu memoria.

—En ningún momento he sabido qué proyectos tenías en mente conmigo, nunca me los has comentado y hasta donde yo sé no leo mentes, pero si tan diferentes e incompatibles crees que son nuestras formas de vida, entonces quizás lo mejor sea separarnos y seguir cada uno por su camino —dijo mientras que una oscuridad inquietante se apoderaba de sus ojos azules.

Estaba dolido, pero no era el único en esas circunstancias, tu corazón también se acababa de volcar. Su aportación había sido muy acertada y no le faltaba razón, simplemente no estabais hechos el uno para el otro y eso era lo que estaba quemando tus entrañas.

—Quiero irme a casa —se quebró tu voz.

—Todavía no hemos cenado —mantuvo el mismo tono de voz sombrío.

—No me importa, dijiste que me llevarías a casa si me empezaba a encontrar mal y ahora mismo no estoy agusto aquí —notaste como se empezó a formar un nudo en tu garganta, así que te pusiste en pie con impaciencia. Si no salías pronto de ahí, no tardarías en deshacerte en lágrimas.

—Sería de muy mala educación irse ahora y los dueños estarían malgastando la comida, haz el favor de sentarte —te pidió discreción, pues ya habíais captado la atención de aquellos que se hallaban sentados en mesas cercanas.

Dado que no estaba dispuesto a ceder, buscaste el monedero en el interior de tu bolso, después te hiciste con la cantidad suficiente como para cubrir tu calzone, depositaste el dinero sobre la mesa y guardaste el monedero.

—Disfruta de la cena, yo me voy —concluiste así vuestra conversación antes de marcharte.

El contrario no se molestó en detenerte, tan solo suspiró y esperó ambos platos, los cuales no tardaron en ser servidos. Tú, por otro lado, saliste del restaurante y las lágrimas que habías estado acumulando se desbordaron, provocando que se te corriera el maquillaje.

Se acabó, la persona a la que más querías ya no formaba parte de tu vida, vuestra relación ya no existía, y para colmo no tenías cómo llegar a casa. Te maldeciste a ti misma por haber escogido un par de tacones como calzado, pues ahora tenías que caminar sola por un largo rato y aquello no te lo iba a facilitar.

Por un momento, pensaste en buscar algún taxi disponible, dado que la red de buses no era una opción porque no estaba disponible en días festivos como aquel, pero a esas horas los jóvenes empezaban a salir de fiesta y era muy complicado encontrar un taxi vacío, así que asumiste de una vez la derrota y empezaste a caminar con la vista nublada por las lágrimas.

Caminaste y caminaste, hasta herir tus pies, hasta empezar a tambalearte por las callejuelas, y hasta reencontrarte con tu dormitorio como cualquier otro día.

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purifycantyouhelpme · 1 year

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I gotta work on Lars Ulrich x Reader and James Hetfield x Reader fanfiction someday. I keep on getting distracted and focusing on other stuff and fanfictions.

#james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield x y/n #lars ulrich x reader #metallica fanfiction #idk what else to tag

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masterofmetallica · 1 year

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SEND REQUESTS!!!

Its been a while since I posted my last James Hetfield x reader but I’m back to start posting more stories about the man!

So send me in some requests that you wanna read!

Anything can be possible but keep it tidy pls haha!

Also big thank you for the love I got for just posting a few stories and then just disappearing hahah! But I’m here to give you all more so THANK YOU♥️

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield x y/n #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction #metallica #cliff burton #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #band imagine requests #heavy metal #trash metal #80s music #80s metal #80s #80s imagines

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distorted59 · 8 months

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A Week In San Francisco pt.2

summary: after sharing a heated kiss the night before, James and y/n are a little on edge when they visit the beach.

pairing: Kill 'Em All!James x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, p in v, james likes to beg a little, cute lil' aftercare in the end

word count: 3344

A/N: sorry it took a while! honestly took me longer than expected lol. hope you enjoy it, babes! xo

part 1

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The fact that she even got a few hours of sleep is a fucking miracle itself. The butterflies in her stomach almost made it impossible to fall asleep.

But, here she is. Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in her hand. She’s wearing a beach-sundress and a simple bikini underneath. And honestly, she’s really excited to go to the beach.

Kirk shuffles into the kitchen, wearing his glasses and his hair is messy. His favorite ‘Dracula’ t-shirt is completely wrinkled and slightly raised, showing his belly.

“Morning,” y/n grins. “I see you slept very well?”

"Mhm." Kirk kisses the top of her head and yawns.

He goes over to the counter and pours himself a cup of coffee, he is a bit wobbly but he can still keep his balance. He goes to sit down next to y/n and smiles at her.

“How did you sleep? Did everything go okay last night?”

She almost chokes on her coffee, but luckily she doesn’t. A slight blush creeps on her face. Y/n quickly puts out her cigarette in the ashtray in front of her and tries to hide her blush with a smile.

“Yeah, I slept fine!” She assures him.

"Great." Kirk moves his hand through his hair. “You know, James told me he spoke to you last night.”

“He did?” She looks into his eyes. “What did he say?”

“That he told you we’re going to the beach today!” Kirk grins excitedly. “I see you’re all ready to go!”

Y/n breathes out slowly through her nose. It would be kinda dumb to immediately tell a guy you kissed his sister, right? But, hey. Anything can happen with these guys.

“Yeah, you know I love going to the beach!”

They sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, sipping their coffee and enjoying the morning sun that is shining through the kitchen window.

Until that is interrupted by a fucking war cry.

“Cliff! I swear to god, man! I claimed the bathroom first!”

“You’re too slow, Hetfield!”

Lars walks into the kitchen rolling his eyes, “Morning, guys.” He opens the refrigerator and grabs a carton of orange juice. “How did your first night in the Metallica Mansion treat you, y/n?”

“It treated me wonderfully, thank you.”

“Great!” He smiles. “That’s really good to hear.”

Later on, Cliff walks in with a big grin on his face. He sits down next to Kirk and looks at y/n and her cigs. “Good morning, can I?”

“Morning! ‘Course you can.” She slides the pack towards him and he lights one. Cliff thanks her and shoots her a wink, y/n nods back and grins.

“Dude, are you flirting with my baby sister?” Kirk leans back in his chair and raises his brows.

“Me? Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” Cliff grins, “Can’t say I’m speaking for everyone, though…”

“Morning everybody!” James walks in, unusually cheerful for this time of the day. “Is there still some coffee left?”

“Yeah,” Kirk says. “Over on the counter”

“Thanks, dude!” He grabs a mug and pours himself some, leaning against the counter and eying y/n curiously.

It’s almost like she can feel it, because she turns around and smiles at James. She holds up her mug. “James?” Her voice is sickly sweet, oh yeah, today is going to be that type of day. “Could you pour me another one?”

His eyes almost popped out of his skull, he hadn’t even really noticed what she was wearing. The way she’s looking and talking to him is making James weak at the knees.

“Y-yeah, of course!" He takes the mug from her hands and shakily pours the coffee in, trying not to spill.

The other guys are talking about what they're planning on doing at the beach today. Kirk and Lars are arguing over something and Cliff doesn’t know what conversation he wants to keep up with.

“Here you go.” He decides to sit next to her this time and puts on his best charms.

“Thank you!” She grins.

“So,” James starts. “Did you sleep okay, sweetheart?”

Her heart skips a beat at the nickname and she looks at him without breaking eye contact.

“I slept great. How about you, sweetheart?” she grins playfully.

“Me too, me too.” He looks into her eyes, not saying anything else.

The argument between Kirk and Lars has quieted down and one of them lets out a cough.

“So, is everyone ready to go?” Lars speaks up.

“Yes, more than ready.” Kirk eyes James and y/n suspiciously. “Let's get moving.”

Everyone gets ready and grabs their stuff; towels, sunscreen, and beer. You know, the essentials.

It’s a short walk to the beach, but the morning heat isn’t really working with them. James keeps trying to walk next to y/n, but Kirk doesn’t allow it. everytime James tries to pick up his pace, Kirk closes the gap between him and his sister.

“What are you doing, dude?” y/n raises her brows at Kirk.

“Just walking next to you, is that a problem?” He nudges her shoulder.

“No, but…” She starts.

“Good, we’re almost there.” Kirk cuts her off and smiles.

They arrive at the beach and find a good spot, putting their towels down and enjoying the warm sun on their already tanned skin.

Y/n takes off her dress and sits down on her towel, all of the boys take a quick glance at her and sit down as well. Kirk glares at the three, but doesn’t say anything.

“Aw, man!” Kirk groans in annoyance. “We forgot the radio!”

“What? No way, I definitely grabbed it before we left!” Cliff frowns and looks around.

“Well, It’s not here.” Lars sighs. “We’ll go grab it.” He grabs Kirk’s arm and drags him along.

Kirk protests and looks over at y/n, who is grinning at her brother and gives him a small wave.

“Why do I have to come along?” He whines, but walks with Lars anyway.

Y/n lays down and shuts her eyes. Feeling some movement beside her, she holds her hand in front of her face so that the sun won't bother her eyes, and looks up.

“Can I lay next to you?” James asks.

“Of course!” She tries to hide her excitement.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He grins and lays down.

Cliff starts laughing and lights another cigarette. He sits up and cracks open a beer. “You’re welcome, guys.”

Both James and y/n turn to look at Cliff with confusion, this only makes him laugh more.

“What?” He grins. “You got a little more freedom with Kirk gone, right?”

“Dude, what the hell are you talking about?” James raises his brows.

“The radio, I hid it under my bed.”

Y/n starts laughing too, she nudges James and hands him a bottle of sunscreen. “Could you get my back?”

“Yeah!” James' eyes widen and so does his smile. "Definitely!"

She turns around and loosens her top, making sure he gets every inch of her back. James puts some lotion in his hands and starts putting it on her back, squeezing every curve.

“I still don’t get the radio thing.” He whispers.

“Babe, he’s buying us some time.”

“Babe?” James grins. “Time for… oh, oh.”

His hands go a little lower, they slide over her waist and his fingers go down to her waist. He goes back to her shoulders and he gets closer to her ear.

“Could you put your arms up for me, babe?” He whispers.

She complies as she simply can’t answer him. She wanted to reply with a snarky comeback, but she couldn't. His voice sending shivers down her spine, she can feel his breath against her hair.

“There we go.” James gives the back of her neck a slight squeeze and his hands slide down her sides. He slowly caresses the side of her breasts and then quickly goes to her back, tying her bikini back up. “You’re all set, gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” She breathes out. Holy fucking shit, his hands feel good.

He lays down on his stomach and scoots a little closer to her, his fingers playing with the back of her top.

“Or do you want me to keep going?” He whispers. “I could if you let me.”

“Where are you getting all this confidence from?” She looks into his eyes, trying to read him.

James smiles and his hand wanders lower, sliding to the side of her bikini bottom.

“I finally figured out what I want.”

“And that is?”

“You, y/n. I need you.” He looks at her lips. “The way your lips felt on mine is driving me crazy.”

“Hm, you are a good kisser.” y/n smiles and turns to lay on her side.

“So are you, baby.” He slides his hand over her waist and he stops at her hips.

For a moment, they just stare at each other, he leans closer to her face. James’ weaves his fingers between the fabric of her bottoms, his gaze wandering as he admires her curves.

“Careful there, big guy.” She whispers, teasing him with a smirk. “We don’t want to give all these people a show here, do we?”

She glances at some beachgoers who are watching them fool around. She feels his eyes on her and turns to face him, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously.

“Hm, I don’t care.” James grins, leaning closer to her. “Please, I want you.”

“Don’t you think you need some too?” y/n grabs the sunscreen and holds it up, a mischievous smile on her face. “I wouldn't want you to get sunburned, baby”

“Oh, you’re mean.” he groans.

“So, you don’t want it?” She raises her brows.

“I want… something.” James looks at her through his bangs. “Please?”

She chuckles and lays down on her stomach again. The sun warming her skin and the waves crashing on the beach almost lull her to sleep. James huffs beside her and lays on his back. His hand creeps over her arm, tracing small circles over her soft skin.

After a while of enjoying the sun and each other's company, Lars and Kirk finally show up with the radio.

“There you are, what the hell took you so long?” Cliff speaks up.

“Why’d you hide it under your bed, dude?” Kirk huffs, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

“Dude, what?” Cliff tries to hide his smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, brother.”

The three bicker about the radio and y/n smiles, slowly closing her eyes again. The soft static of the radio and the crashing waves are really calming. She sighs softly and dozes off.

Y/n wakes up a little while later, not knowing how much time has passed. Her back feels a little sore and she immediately winces, she still got burned. She looks over at James, who also fell asleep and gasps.

“James!” She shakes him slightly.

"Mhm?" He opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

His entire chest and stomach are red, along with his face. This idiot didn’t apply any sunscreen at all.

“Dude! You got burned!” Lars yells. “Like, bad!”

“What?” James moves towards Lars and winces. “Ow, fuck! that burns.”

“Yeah, no shit.” y/n sighs. “You are so fucking stubborn.”

“It’s gonna hurt even more in the morning.” Kirk grimaces and looks at his sister. “You’re back looks fucked up too, sis.”

Y/n nods her head at Kirk. She stands up and puts on her dress, grabbing her stuff.

“You have to get out of the sun, James.” She says. “I have some Aloe vera lotion in my bag at the house, you can use it.”

James' eyes widen as he looks up at her, is this actually happening?

“Are you going with him?” Kirk raises his brows.

“Yes, I am.”

James doesn’t even speak, he is too busy grabbing his stuff. He’s almost like a madman, trying to find his shirt.

“Okay,” Kirk kisses the side of her head. “Be careful.” He gives her a knowing look and squeezes her shoulder.

“Ow!” She winces. “Kirk, that hurts!”

“Sorry!” He chuckles.

She walks away and nudges her head, motioning James to follow her. He doesn’t waste any time and runs after her. Lars throws him the keys to the house.

“Have fun, fuckers!” Lars yells after them.

“Dude!” Kirk groans and throws his shirt at Lars. “Please don’t!”

James and y/n walk home together, the walk back almost seems slower than it was before. Their hands dangerously close to each other, every time their fingers brush they share a look. He shoots her a quick and excited smile and she returns it.

James tries to unlock the front door but his hands are too shaky, eventually he gets the key in and opens it.

“It’s in my room, come on.” She grabs his hand and pulls him down the hallway.

They both walk into her room and she pushes him to the mattress. “Sit.”

James obliges and takes his shirt off, slightly uncomfortable with the feeling of the fabric against his sensitive skin.

Y/n finds the lotion from her bag and walks closer to him, crawling onto the mattress and pushing him on his back. “Can I sit?” she motions to his lap.

James nods his head so hard it almost falls off. “Fuck yes, you can.”

She smirks and straddles him, both of them letting out a quiet gasp. She can feel him hardening in his shorts and he can feel her heat.

“Mmh” She hums softly and starts to put the lotion on his chest.

“Ah!” He gasps. “That’s cold, y/n!”

She giggles and continues to take care of his sunburn. Her hands slide over his chest, softly squeezing her fingers into his shoulders. James looks up at her with nothing but love in his eyes, he squeezes her hips making her moan softly.

“Do that again.” James whispers.

She grins and leans down to kiss his chest, making her way up to his neck. He lets out a growl and leans up, smashing his lips onto hers. She kisses him back passionately and smiles into the kiss. James’ grip on her hips tighten as he flips her around, laying her on her back.

“James!” She gasps. “My back, remember?”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He whispers. “I’ll take care of you.”

He rubs the inside of her thighs and he goes a little higher, feeling how drenched her cunt already is.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby.” He smiles and starts kissing her neck. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“James, please…” She looks up at him, begging for him to stop teasing.

“What? I have to prepare my girl, don’t I?” He smirks.

She pushes him back and takes off her dress, along with her bikini top. James takes off his shorts, his cock springing free, begging for some attention.

“Hmm, so pretty, baby.” He mutters, his eyes not leaving her breasts. “Fuck, you look perfect.”

James leaves another trail of kisses down her neck and breasts, his fingers playing with the hem of her bottoms. His other hand touching and squeezing her breast, while leaning up to kiss her lips hungrily.

“Can I take these off, baby?” James whispers against her lips.

“Yes, Fuck. Yes, you can.” y/n’s breath hitches in her throat. She looks up at James, her eyes glossy and her lips parted.

He slides them off, desperate to feel her cunt around his cock. James slides his hand down her belly and starts to run circles on her clit. She gasps and reaches for his cock, starting with slow and agonizing strokes.

“Fuck, you really like to play mean.” James stifles a moan and rubs his fingers over her folds.

“Don’t hold your moans in, baby.” She pouts. “Wanna hear you too.”

Y/n starts stroking him a bit faster, she feels her hand getting covered in his pre-cum.

“Ah! ngh- Fuck!” James lets out the moan that has been stuck in his throat. “mhm! y/n… gonna… gonna prep you for me, okay?”

She nods and kisses him again, moaning into the kiss as he slowly slides a finger into her drenching cunt. He starts finger-fucking her at a steady pace, the room is filled with sloppy wet noises and their moans.

He adds another finger and goes faster, curling up his index and middle finger to hit the right spot.

“Fuck, James!” She moans. “Your fingers… they… feel so good!”

“Yeah? You like how I work my hands on you, baby?” He groans and goes faster. y/n’s hand starts tightening around his cock.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, I’m not gonna last long.” James chuckles and leans down to kiss her again.

“Baby, ‘m close, please!” She moans and lets go of his cock.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.” He curls his fingers deeper into her and feels her cunt squeeze around them. All he can think about is how her pussy is gonna feel around his cock.

“Fuck!” y/n cums all over his fingers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

James pulls his fingers out and sticks one of them into his mouth, tasting her juices. He lets out a delighted moan and sticks his other finger in her mouth. She sucks it clean without a single thought, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Wanna be inside you…” He mumbles. “Please?” His face gets a little more flushed.

“It’s cute that you ask so nicely.” She smiles up at him and guides his cock to her drenched pussy. “You gonna fuck me good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He slides his cock over her folds. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

He slowly pushes it inside of her and starts bucking his hips into her. Y/n cries out in pleasure, he’s hitting all the right spots. James leans down to kiss her again and thrusts a little faster.

“Fuck!” James whines. “Been wanting to feel this pussy for so long!” He almost starts crying with how good it feels, how good she’s making him feel.

“James…” She moans “Keep going like that, please!”

“I will, baby. I will.”

She doesn’t feel the sunburn on her back anymore, she only feels the incredible amount of pleasure James is giving her. She wraps her legs around his waist which makes James pound into her even harder.

“Gettin’ close, baby.” James whispers against her neck. “I’m gonna need to pull out.”

She just nods, she doesn’t care what he does to her. She just wants to cum around his cock.

His thrusts are getting sloppier, meaning he’s gonna cum soon. He lets out some more strained moans and whimpers.

“Gonna… gonna cum.” He pants.

“Me too, baby.” y/n whimpers.

He makes her cum, her stomach exploding with pleasure. She’s almost seeing stars with how hard she’s squeezing her eyes shut. James lets out a grunt and quickly pulls out, finishing all over her stomach. He keeps fucking his fist to ride out his high.

“Shit…” James breathes heavily.

“Yeah…” Her chest moves up and down, trying to calm down from the pure ecstacy sensation.

“I’m sorry for the mess.” James has a stupid grin on his face, but that can’t hide the tremendous blush which reappears on his face. “Let me clean you up.”

He grabs one of the beach towels that were scattered on the floor and starts wiping her stomach. He throws the towel on the ground and lays down on her chest.

“You were amazing, baby.” y/n smiles and kisses him tiredly.

“So, were you, babe.” James smiles into the kiss.

They lay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence between them. He has pulled her into his arms and they are softly caressing each other.

“Can I sleep here with you tonight?” He whispers.

“What do you think, baby?” She giggles. “You just screwed me silly, of course you can.”

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anna-n-hetfield · 2 years

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How You Met Lars

Summary: you were working a normal shift, and the band that was performing in town walks in.

You worked at a diner in a busy city close to an arena.

So it wasn’t an out of the ordinary to see the band that was playing at the arena stop in after the show.

Though to be honest, you didn’t much care who they were one way or the other. They were just people as far as you were concerned.

But one night you were working the late shift and you knew that Metallica was in town.

Everyone was talking about it.

You were actually covering a shift for one of your co-workers so that they could go.

The end of your shift was coming up and you were honestly ready to go home, but you still had about two hours to go.

“Oh, my! Is that Metallica?” one of the customers that you were serving asked.

You looked up and nodded immediately recognizing them.

They sat down in your section, and you went over with menus.

“How’re you guys doing?”

The four of them smiled up at you, and they all looked a little worn out.

“I don’t know about these three, but I’m doing great!”

You looked over at Lars in curiosity. He seemed to be more energetic now that he actually looked at her.

“Well, I’m Y/N, and I’ll be serving you. Anything that I can bring you? Coffee? Juice? Water?”

“What if I’m just wanting you?”

You stood there just a little shocked, and you knew that you were blushing.

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jessybarnes · 8 months

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Al Min Kærlighed

Fandom - Metallica

Chapter Two - Until It Sleeps

Pairing - Single!Lars x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - Angst, fluff, hospitals, stitches, injury, mentions of past physical abuse, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1.2k

Unbeta’d - Just me and Grammarly

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

When you came to you became aware of a number of things. You heard the beeping of machines and the murmuring of voices somewhere in the distance. You smelled disinfectant, and you knew you were probably in a hospital. Which meant bills... Oh man, you couldn't afford this.

Something else that caught your attention was the feel of someone else's hand in yours. You feared it was Cole and was about to jerk your hand back while trying your best to scream for a nurse, but then you remembered. Last night's events came flooding back into your mind. Flash after flash of what happened. Escaping Cole, the adrenaline of driving to find help, the music, the smell of sweat, and.... eyes. Those piercing frightful green eyes.

Slowly you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light and to clear your blurry vision. You noticed two men in your room. They looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place them.

The taller one was asleep on the couch in the room. He looked pretty uncomfortable all folded up wearing his black jeans that were painted on... you were sure of that. He had a white tank top with a black cut-off leather vest with numerous patches. His blonde hair was tousled messily into a mini mohawk.

The shorter one was grasping your uninjured left hand with his other one supporting his head like a pillow. He had looser-fitting jeans on with a form-fitting black t-shirt that had some writing on it. He didn't look any more comfortable than the other man.

Why were they so familiar? You racked your brain trying to place them as you felt the shorter one shift his movement in the chair. Noticing you were awake he yelled over his shoulder to wake the taller man.

“James! Hey, James, she's awake! Get a nurse.”

James startled awake and sat up to rub his eyes with the heel of his hands.

“Shit man, you scared me. I'll go grab a nurse and get us some coffee. You want your usual Uli?”

“Yeah, that sounds great thanks Het.”

The man called James left the room then and disappeared down the hall. You were still digging in your mind to place them when the other one spoke to you while rubbing light circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Hey there, you gave us quite a scare back at the concert. We almost lost you.”

You smiled and licked your lips so you could try and speak, but he placed his index finger over your lips to stop you.

“Shhh it's okay, don't try to talk. Don't wanna split your stitches open. Just relax and we can talk about what happened later. Well, we will talk, you, on the other hand, should probably refrain from that for the time being. I have a pad of paper and a pen. Can you squeeze my hand if you are able to write?"

You felt a jolt of electricity go through you at his touch. You shivered as you gave his hand a firm squeeze and he smiled. He had a genuine smile with trusting green eyes.

“You cold? Here let me get you another blanket.”

He must have noticed your shiver. He returned a moment later and tucked a blanket around you.

“There that should do it. Ah Hell, where are my manners? I didn't even introduce myself! Well, wait, you probably already know who we are huh?”

He looked at you expectantly, and you tried your best to shake your head no while giving a sheepish look. He grasped your hand again and chuckled a little at your embarrassment.

“It's okay, you've been through a lot. No need to be embarrassed. My name is Lars, Lars Ulrich, and the giant that is getting a nurse for you and coffee for me is James Hetfield. We play in a band called Metallica.”

You were sure you had died and this was some sort of Heaven. A joke maybe? You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them again trying to wake up, but nothing was changing. This was real. The founders of the greatest heavy metal band in existence had come to your rescue. You made eye contact with Lars then, and you were sure your eyes were as big as saucers.

He beamed at you and smoothed his thumb over your hand again. James returned then with a nurse and some coffee. Oooo that smelled delicious. Your mouth watered as the smell wafted in your direction. The nurse was at your side and was checking your IV line and your bandages.

“Hi there, my name is Amanda, and I'll be your nurse. Let me just have a look at your neck there... everything looks great. Doctor Anderson will be in to see you soon. In the meantime are you in any pain?”

You winced hoping that was an indication that you had some, and you noticed James looking at you with sad eyes. You focused on the wallpaper behind him so your emotions didn't get the best of you.

“I'm gonna get you something for the pain honey. I'll be back as quick as I can.”

With that Amanda left the room and you were now alone again with James and Lars. Metallica. You couldn't wrap your head around any of this. It sounded insane.

James was at your side then. He smoothed the hair out of your face and knelt down so you didn't have to crane your neck to look at him.

“We're glad you're okay. Gave us quite the scare back there. Do you remember what happened?”

You couldn't hold your tears in anymore. Not with them looking at you like this. You felt like a burden to them, but at the same time, you were so glad they were there. You felt safe for once. Something you haven't felt in a very long time.

“Ah, honey don't cry! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried. Do you want us to go?”

You gripped onto Lars' hand like a vice and looked at James with pleading terrified eyes. Silently begging them not to leave you.

“Jesus James, this girl has a grip on her! I'm gonna take that as a no. Call Kirk and Rob, and tell them we are gonna postpone the show tonight. We can't just leave her. We gotta know what happened.”

Lars looked at you then and brought his free hand up to your face. Your first instinct was to recoil, but you held that back letting him lightly caress your cheek.

“You should get some rest. I promise we won't leave. Well, one of us might have to go to the studio, but I promise at least one of us will be here when you wake up.”

You didn't want to sleep, but you were overcome with exhaustion. Leaning into his touch, you let your eyes droop and soon the beeping of the machines and the gentle touch of Lars' fingers lulled you to sleep.

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ihavenolife346 · 4 months

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♡♥Heartbreaker♡♥

Pairing: Black!Album James Hetfield x f!mom!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and pregnancy

Summary: James didn’t remember anything about what you or him said that night

Characters: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Jason Newsead, Kirk Hammett, Julie (readers daughter)

“Listen Lars, you know I would love to come and see 𝘺𝘰𝘶 play but I don’t have anyone to watch Julie.” Y/N made it very clear, if she was going to a show, it would be to see Lars play, say hi to Kirk, and meet their new bassist.

For the past 7 years, Lars was the only person Y/N still kept in contact with ever since James left. Lars was the only one who knew Julie was James’s, he was the only one she knew as an uncle. “You can’t keep her hidden from him forever Y/N.” Lars groaned. He’s been trying to get his best friend to come to one of their shows for almost 3 years now. He knows Y/N doesn’t wanna see James, but he knew he could either keep her from seeing him, or he could get her out of there if she had to.

“You were there Lars. He told me he didn’t want anything to do with me or her, he told me he never wanted to see me again. He doesn’t want to see her, so I’m only making sure his wish is my command.” Y/N remembered that day like it was yesterday. She had just come home from the doctor, she found Lars and James sitting in the living room with a beer in their hands. She was so happy. She thought James would have been happy too, she thought he would have been overjoyed. They had talked about kids a bit, they both knew they wanted at least 2, the only thing was the time.

Y/N hadn’t realized at the time how much James had to drink. She remembered the way his face dropped when she told him and Lars. She remembered how his face went from happy to angry. She remembered how Lars was the only one to get up and hug her, Lars was the only one that was happy. “Y/N, I know. But he was drunk out of his mind. He probably doesn’t even remember you telling him.” Lars tried to reason with her, knowing how much his bandmate missed the girl. Over the past 7 years, Lars had seen how James didn’t have the spark he had when Y/N was around, whenever Lars asked about it, James always said “I don’t even know why she left me.” James didn’t know what he said, he didn’t remember.

The only think James knew was that Lars still kept in contact with her. He knew she was ok at least. The only thing he didn’t know what that Julie even existed. Lars wanted to tell him, but he remembered when Y/N told them she was pregnant just as well as she did. Lars wasn’t sure how James would react, and he knew Y/N didn’t wanna tell James unless it was herself.

As much as Y/N hated to admit, she missed James, and she hated the fact that Julie has never met her father. “God damn it…can I bring Julie? I can’t get a babysitter this short.” Y/N threw her head back against the couch.

Lars immediately perked up from his seat on the couch. “So you’ll come?!” Lars was amazed she seemed to agree.

“Can I bring Julie?” Y/N repeated again, looking Lars dead in the eye.

“Yes! You can bring Julie! I’ll get her a pair of headphones, you guys have full access to my dressing room, and I’ll find you a good place on the side of the stage!” Lars clearly forgot his niece was sleeping upstairs.

“Shut it! She’s sleeping!” Y/N whisper yelled, knowing Julie would never go back to bed if she was woken up now.

“Sorry.” Lars chuckled, excited that his best friend was finally coming to see them play after 7 years and that his niece was getting to se her first Metallica show.

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“Mommy, where are we going?” Julie asked her mother as she climbed into the car, clearly forgetting what Y/N had told her this morning.

“We’re gonna go see your uncle Lars play with his band!” Y/N reminded the young girl, checking to make sure she had the backstage passes Lars had given her this hours before.

“Oh right!” Julie cheered, buckling herself in her seat, a huge grin on her face.

Ever since Y/N agreed to go to the show Metallica was playing in her town tonight, she had been thinking about a lot. As much as she wanted to forget it, Y/N remembered how happy her and James were. She missed his voice, she missed the thought of him holding her close at night like he did, she didn’t want to, but even after 7 years she missed him. But she also hated him. She hated him for saying the things he did to her when she told him she was pregnant, she hated him for not being there for their daughter’s life. “You excited baby?” Y/N got them heading down the street.

“Yea!” Julie nodded, imitating her uncles drum playing, making Y/N laugh.

“Now, you do know you have to wear the headphones uncle Lars brought you, right?” Y/N reminded her, knowing Julie may have issues with keeping them on the whole time.

“I know!” Julie smiled. “What type of music does uncle Lars play?” Julie remembered that she had never heard her uncles music besides when she was hanging out with him while he had been practicing.

“Well…” Y/N tried to figure out a way to word it, knowing she herself had kept up with their albums. “You know the music mommy likes to listen too when she takes a bath?” Y/N questioned.

“Yep! Is that uncle Lars?” Julie wondered.

“Yea! That’s your uncles band!” Y/N kept her eyes on the road.

“Oh! Ok! Cool!” Julie grinned, remembering the nights she would listen to the music her mom was listening to from her own room.

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“Lars Ulrich. Lars gave me these…” Y/N put her ears over Julie’s ears. “Lars gave me these fucking passes so please, let us through.” Y/N looked at the two backstage passes in the security guards hand.

“I was not told to allow you two backstage before the show. So fuck off.” The security guard didn’t even look at Y/N.

“Oh for fuck sakes.” Y/N grumbled, about ready to give up and go back home.

“Uncle Lars!” Julie chirped once she saw her uncle coming towards the entrance, knowing that the two of them should’ve been in his dressing room.

“Hi sweetheart!” Lars smiled, knowing that James was in his dressing room, turning his attention to the security guard. “Is there an issue?” Lars questioned, seeing the passes he had given Y/N in his hand.

“No sir, I wasn’t aware they were coming. My apologies miss.” The security guard didn’t ask any other questions one he heard the young girl call Lars “uncle”, not being a further explanation than that.

“Thanks.” Y/N rolled her eyes, letting Julie go in front of her as they made their way backstage with Lars.

“I thought some other guy was working, I didn’t mention it to Sam. Sorry about that.” Lars apologized.

“Nah, all good, don’t worry about it. When does the show start?” Y/N wondered.

“Here in about 20 minutes I think.” Lars shrugged, keeping both girls close to him.

“Ok!” Julie chirped happily, sticking by her mom’s leg to not get in the way of everyone rushing around.

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For the next 15 minutes, Y/N, Lars, and Julie hung out in his dressing room. Lars kept his niece occupied, while Y/N was left with time to think. What if James didn’t actually remember her telling him? What is James saw them, put the pieces together? She knew she couldn’t hide Julie from him forever, but this was his choice. He told her he never wanted to see her again, and that he wanted nothing to do with the baby. That was his choice. But the it crossed her mind that he was drunk, he might not have even known what he was saying. Y/N started getting anxious at the thought of even being in the same place as him like she was, she didn’t know how to handle it if he did see her. Did he miss her? Did he remember anything, at all.

Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts by the door slamming open, 10 minutes before show time, revealing a clearly stressed out Kirk. “La-“ Kirk started, his eyes falling on the child who was seated next to Lars, and the woman on the couch who he couldn’t tell where he knew her from yet. “Who are they? Your wife and kid or something?” Kirk joked but was also serious.

Y/N froze, she didn’t know what to say. Lars saw the panic on her face, making immediate eye contact with her, “can I tell him?” Was the look Lars was giving her, getting a slight nod from her. “Not my wife and kid dumbass. Do you remember Y/N?” Lars wondered, watching the dots click in Kirk’s head.

“Y/N?! Holy shit!” Kirk looked at her with complete shock. He hadn’t seen the woman in 7 years, he didn’t even know if she was still alive, yet there she was right in front of him.

Y/N snapped out of her gaze, a small smile appeared on her face, “hey Kirk.” Y/N got up from her seat, already knowing he would be bringing her into a hug.

Without even thinking, Kirk pulled the girl into a bone crushing hug. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Kirk didn’t let her go for a solid minute.

“Lars invited me and Julie.” Y/N simply explained, nodding her head over to Julie who had a very confused look on her face.

“Mom, who’s he?” Julie wondered over to the spot next to her mom, looking the curly haired man up and down.

Kirk didn’t even need to ask to put the pieces together. Julie clearly wasn’t any older than 8. Kirk was stunned when he heard the word “mom” come out of her mouth. Y/N just simply nodded the second Kirk made eye contact with her with a “she’s his…?” Look on his face. Kirk had so many questions. “This is an old friend of mine and your uncles band mate.” Y/N explained. She knew he had questions. Now that Kirk knew about Julie, she would be willing to answer them. But now two people close to James knew about Julie, Y/N wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep it quiet.

“Oh, ok! Hi!” Julie stuck her hand out for Kirk to shake.

“H-hi.” Kirk nervously shook the young girls hand.

Before anyone could say anything else, “5 minutes everyone!!” One of the staff members yelled.

“Does he…I have a lot of questions.” Kirk was still trying to process the fact that he was looking at his best friends daughter.

“No and I know.” Y/N nodded lightly, watching Kirk run off to get on stage, turning her attention back to Julie who seemed as happy as a kid can be.

“There’s a spot behind my drums you and Julie can hang out at.” Lars told her.

“Ok. Go. We’ll be right there.” Y/N smiled, grabbing the headphones for Julie. “You ready baby?” Y/N asked.

“Yea!!” Julie practically skipped after her uncle with a grin on her face.

Following closely behind the girl, Y/N tried to spot Lars’s drum set to find where they could watch the show. Y/N didn’t even realize they were closer to her front of the stage until she heard him… “Derek!” James called for his guitar tech, looking around frantically for him, knowing they only had 2 minutes left until “It’s a long way to the Top” was over.

Julie wasn’t too far ahead of Y/N, at a walking pace now. Y/N froze the second she heard him. There he was, right in front of her, barely 10 feet away, Julie heading right for him. “Derek!!” James yelled again, his eyes landing on the small girl basically skipping right toward him. James had no idea who the hell the kid was, or why she was back here. No stage members had brought their kids in, none of his band mates had kids, and the girl seemed perfectly happy so she probably wasn’t lost.

Julie had felt a pair of eyes on her, stopping when she saw a pair of legs in front of her, Julie looked up with a smile. “Hi!” Julie grinned.

James didn’t even register her hello. The kid looked 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like him. Long, blond hair, ice blue eyes. She looked just like him. “H-hi.” James stumbled out, looking around to try and find the girls parent.

One having to look up, that’s when James saw 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Right there, right in front of him, with a sad yet panicked look on her face. There she was, his Y/N.

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Hiii! First of all, I really like your Lars work Oh my god Sooooo cute!!! <3

I want something spicy with him more and also Metallica and MCR!

I love both of them so much! Plssss

Yes! Of course! Thank you for the support <3 (This is going to be THREE separate parts, Lars and Kirk from Metallica and Gerard Way from MCR)

A/N: The fanfics coming will be smut. Since there are going to be three fanfics. There will be 3 posts in total. This will be part one. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME <3

T/W: Rough sex, oral sex, pet names, cussing.

Reader discretion is advised! (Read at your own risk)

Rough Music 𓆩♡𓆪 (Lars Ulrich x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Lars was always fond of records and CDs. He always collected them and would often take you to his favorite CDs and record shops. Lars' favorite bands were always Black Sabbath, AC/DC, and Led Zepplin. Those were your favorite bands too. That's how you and he always got along. Through the power of music, you and him always jammed out together. So one day, Lars and you went to his favorite record store to pick up his record from AC/DC. You two walked down the street to the record store, Lars held your hand as you walked. "So is this your favorite album from AC/DC?" You asked Lars while staring at him. Lars smiled and held your hand tighter. "Yes! This album is one of the best they released. It has more of a rough and metal sound. I'm so excited to buy it." Lars said while walking faster, you kept up the pace to walk with him. "Lars slow down, I can't keep running. My feet hurt!" You shouted out to him.

Lars looks back and slows down. "Sorry baby, I'm just so excited to get this record," Lars said while holding your hand again. "Haha, I can see you're like a kid in a candy store. It's so cute." You said while walking. Lars blushes and puts his arm around your shoulders as he walks. Eventually, you two reached the record store and walked inside. Lars quickly rushed to the rock record aisle and started shuffling through the record to find the right one he wanted. You stood to the side as he shuffled. He now really looked like a kid in a candy shop. Lars looked so joyful and excited about his favorite bands. Eventually, Lars found what he was looking for. He quickly grabbed it and rushed over to you.

"Look, baby, I found it. It looks so cool." Lars said while holding up the album to show you. You laughed and smiled. You looked at the album cover and nodded. "Cool, Highway to Hell sounds very cool. Let's go to the front and pay. I can pay for you if you want." You said while holding your hand out to hold the album. Lars smiled widely and handed you the album. You walked to the front and handed the clerk the album. The clerk knew you and Lars since you guys went to the record shop so often. "So just this, Y/N? This is for Lars right?" He asked while holding the album up. "Yeah, just this for today Thomas." You said nodding and shuffling through your bag to look for your credit card to pay. Thomas nods and scans the album.

"Okay, that'll be 30 bucks," Thomas said handing you the album. You nod and swipe your card. You then grab the album and walk over to Lars who is standing there staring at Thomas intensely. Lars always gets jealous easily, but he always knows you love him and only him. "Here you go, Lars! Let's go home and listen to this album." You said while holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. Which made him snap out of the intense stare off to Thomas.

"Lars! Let's go, I want to listen to the album." You said pulling him out of the door. Lars smiled and walked out. "Lars, don't be jealous. Thomas is gay so you're fine. Plus Thomas is gross he picks his nose a lot." You said trying to reassure him. "But, I pick my nose too. Would you still love me?" Lars said with puppy dog eyes, you rolled your eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "You big dummy of course I do, if I didn't then I wouldn't be dating you." You said to him while walking back to the apartment.

Eventually, you two reached the apartment. You took out the keys and unlocked the apartment's door. You and Lars walked in and immediately went to the studio where all the speakers and CD players were. You sat on the couch in the studio and relaxed as Lars walked over to the speaker and CD player to load the album. You sat back and looked at him do his thing. You blushed at your boyfriend being so focused and excited about his music. Lars finally loaded in the record and pressed play. Lars quickly ran to sit next to you. You smiled and blushed. Lars held out his hand to hold yours. You held onto his hand as he wanted.

The first song of the album was "Highway to Hell". You listened in peace as the song ended and another came on. It was like this for an hour, until near the end when "Love Hungry Man" came on. This song sparked your attention. The lyrics made you sit up a little, you looked at Lars who also sat up. You blushed and held his hand tighter. Lars noticed you blush and smirked. Lars originally was laying his back on the couch but since he sat up he was closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You blushed harder. As you landed on his chest you placed your hand on his groin unknowingly. You can tell he was hard down there. You blushed even harder. Your face was red like a tomato. Lars now knows you know that he's hard.

"Y/N, could you help me? I have a little problem." Lars whispers in your ear in a low tone. You nod and breathe sharply. Lars' hand was on your butt gently stroking it. You laughed and gently climbed down to where his legs were. You unzipped his pants and quickly revealed his large member. You gulped and gasped at his size. This wasn't your first time doing it with Lars but it's definitely been a while. You chuckled and leaned down to his member. You licked the tip and soon started to swish your tongue around his member. Lars moaned and clenched his fist from the pleasure. Then you started to go further down and began to bob your head up and down on his dick. Lars moaned louder, grabbed a ball of your hair, and groaned.

You moan from the sudden roughness of Lars. You began to bob your head faster, Lars breathed in sharply and then started to huff and puff loudly. "God! Baby your mouth is such a gift," Lars said in a shaky voice. You slip his member from your mouth causing a loud pop from your lips. You moved your hand up and down on his member causing more pleasure for Lars. All you could hear was Lars's heavy breathing and moans. "Princess, I-I'm going to come!" Lars huffed out as you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy." You whispered in a low tone. Lars moaned one last time before coming into your hands. It was hot and sticky. You smiled and chuckled.

You still continued to move your hand up and down, causing Lars to arch his back from the already heavy pleasure. "Agh! Y/N!" Lars shouted out. You moved your hand one last time down his member and let go. You climbed on top of Lars and kissed him roughly. Lars kissed back roughly too and put his hands around your waist. Lars pulls away and looks at you. "Baby, you were amazing. Thank you for helping me," Lars said caressing your face. "No problem Lars, your moans were so fucking hot. Kinda turned me." You said in his ears. Lars smirked and moved his hands down to your thighs. "Okay, so why not round 2?" Lars said while rubbing your thighs. You blushed and nodded.

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