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doubletalkingmaeve · 7 months
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Jason Newsted sfw alphabet
Needed to get this out of my system so I can sleep peacefully again
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He’s extremely affectionate and he’s not scared about showing it in public. He’ll hold your hand, have his arm around you, you name it and he’s doing it. He shows affection in a lot of ways but his main language is just being around you. Since he’s touring the world every other day, he likes to spend every second he can with you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Jason would be that one friend that you take everywhere because he’s so easy to talk to and can just read the room clearly. He’s very supportive and I’d see him as the friend who comes round and helps you fix something at your house. The friendship would start either because he knew you since he was young, you were a friend-of-a-friend or he just met you on the road.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves a cuddle!!!! You’re in his arms at every given opportunity. If you’re sitting together, he’d have his arm around the back of the chair you’re sat on. He’s hugging you from behind, arms around your waist if you’re sat on him, like I said before he’s a very affectionate person. After a tough day though, he’s got his head in the crook of your neck and cuddling you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning)
He wants to settle down and he plans to, things are just a little more awkward because of the whole “band” thing. He tries his best to make the balance work and he’s not always perfect with it. He’s a lot better at cleaning than he is cooking. The food he makes is edible but if you want to actually taste something… maybe he better take a step back.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Jase is not a shy person by any means, if he’s grown to be comfortable with you, but unfortunately it’s not working out, he’d tell you in person. He’d call you over for a chat at his and maybe prewarn you over the phone. He’d probably sugarcoat things a tiny bit and I see him as someone who’d blame himself if things went wrong (even if it obviously wasn’t)
F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Now, it’s obviously quite known that he isn’t exactly the most loyal man in the world but I feel like when he knows he’s found the one, he’s behaving himself. I feel like he’d wait at least a year and a half to two years before he proposes, and even then the wedding would be a couple months after that. He loves the idea of being a family and marriage is important to him.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Jason is extremely gentle. He’s one of the most patient and supportive people out there. He treats you like a gentleman and would never even dare to be caught dead talking bad about you, let alone treating you bad. He leaves soft kisses on you and is always there to listen. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he wants you to come to him and share your problems.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
BIGGEST HUG LOVER IN THE ROOM!!! He’s constantly needy, he with smother you with hugs, especially when it’s just the two of you. His hugs are warm and tight but just the right amount. He’s always got either both arms around your waist or one there and the other over your shoulders. He could spend hours just cuddling and hugging you and that’s not an exaggeration.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I feel like after a couple weeks, but it all depends on the situation with you two. It might accidentally come out of his mouth and he just runs with it, but after a couple dates and when he feels the time is right, he’ll say it. After that, he’s always dropping it and will remind you everyday if he has to.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He’s not an overly jealous person, but jealousy is a normal emotion and everyone feels it some point. He doesn’t get jealous when you’re busy talking and hanging out with other men. The only expectation is when someone gets too touchy with you or says something out of line that be doesn’t like, only then does he get wound up. When Jason does get jealous though he goes deadly silent. The bubbly personality is gone and he’s fully tense. His body language and the death glares he gives speak for themselves.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses start of soft and nice. He likes to be gentle at first and if things are going well he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss. Jason doesn’t force anything on you, he can tell by the way your body reacts and he goes with it. He likes to kiss every single inch of you, but his favourite parts are your lips (of course) and your forehead. When it comes to him, I don’t think he’d every admit it unless you ask, but he has a soft spot for kisses on the side of his neck.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
I mean this man is a literal child at heart so he fits right in. He’s likes to be the fun uncle and he takes that position very seriously. Him being more relaxed ultimately means you got the short straw and are now dubbed the strict one. He’s the type of person to completely spoil them even if he doesn’t realise it and whatever they want, they get. He’d gladly babysit if he’s asked to, he’d just be a great person to be around.
M = Morning (How are morning spent with them?)
I don’t see him as the worlds best morning person but I do see him as someone who is easily confused as soon as they wake up. Years of touring has left him with the “what country is this? what time? what--” questions. When he’s half awake he’s always patting his hand on your side of the bed to see if you’re still there which ends with him cuddling you to death or a sulking Jason. He’s always the one to get up and put the coffee on, but if the two of you are in no rush, then it’s cuddle time.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Once again, it depends, but even when it’s a night on tour or back in your home, expect to be served all the attention you could possibly want. The nights you’re on tour you normally have Jase talking about how good the last show was and how he’s excited for the next one. After finishing both of your night routines, you climb into bed and Jase is there with his arms wide open. You talk til you fall asleep. When you’re at home, you watch a movie or just browse the TV together until one of you gets tired. It’s roughly the same, with most nights ending up with neither of you getting sleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
I think if you were friends/best friends before the two of you started dating than he’d be a lot more open to you early on. He’d tell you more personal things and how he feels about that. If you met in any other way I think he’d still be open but it might take two or three dates to get it out of him. Like I said before, he’s not a relatively shy person, he’s just private but if he’s comfortable around you, he’d be more open!
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He’s relatively patient. He’s just like anyone else with some things/people pissing him off more than others but he handles things well. He doesn’t immediately run his mouth, although he will easily tell you or anybody when he disagrees with something. He just gets quiet and bottles things inside of him until he feels it’s the right time to say it (which is extremely bad!!!)
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He’s extremely observant and whatever you say to him sticks in his head somehow. Whether you said you liked your eggs a certain way or that your great-great-grandmother’s cousin’s son’s neighbour’s dog was born in France, he’s got it memorised. Sometimes if he’s a little bit tired he might forget certain things but he’s relatively good. Important dates stick to him, he’s got your work schedule memorised. He’s just invested in your life.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
The first time the two of you met and the more banter-y conversations you have. Inside jokes makes him so happy and he’s fully prepared to tease you for years to come if you said something wrong. The first concert the two of you went to, the first time you got drunk, the first kiss, etc.. He’d also remember your reactions to when you all travel to new places that he might’ve already been to but it’s a first for you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Jason makes sure to keep his personal life far away as possible from the public. He’s known to be quite a private guy and will do everything he can to make sure that you are kept safe. He’ll talk about you briefly in interviews but won’t go into details, unless you’re comfortable with it but even then he probably won’t. If you’re going into an area that’s crowded with fans, he’ll walk closely in front of you to shield you from the cameras. For him, it would be the same thing but the other way around. You keeping his secrets private, things he says etc. I also feel like he’d appreciate you standing up for him. If someone is treating him like shit and you call them out, it would make him feel more protected.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He puts in so much effort!!! Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary he’s always putting in so much thought about what to get you and how to make you feel special. Whenever he’s away for shows and you’re not there, he’s always bringing you back small gifts he bought that made him think of you. He just wants to make you happy. When he knows you’ve had a long day at work and he’s home, he’s getting the house ready for you and running all the errands that you’ve been behind with.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He always forgets to check the answering machine when he’s home. If he’s accidentally missed a call or let it right to a voicemail, he’s always got a “I’ll just get back to it later” attitude and he never does!!! If it’s something important he’s answering it in seconds but when it’s anyone else, he’s too lazy.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
I don’t think he’s overly concerned with looks, more about what’s comfortable for him. Sure he likes to look nice but once he’s home he choose his comfiest clothes over anything, even if it looms ridiculous. When it comes to being in public/events, he’s more dressed up to keep up with that ‘metalhead’ image (😌). Of course he wants to look good for you so maybe he’ll put in a little bit of effort. Like most of these, it really does depend but generally speaking, he doesn’t care that much
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Every day that he doesn’t see you feels like it’s dragging on forever. Even though you can talk on the phone if you needed to, that doesn’t make up for you being physically there with him. He hates being away from you and tries to drag you on tour as much as he physically can. If you were to ever leave him, it would take a toll on him greatly. He’s used to putting all his energy into you and now you’re not around he feels bored and empty.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
Whenever he gets home and he’s trying to get back in the momento and the swing of things, he always leaves you notes on the fridge. When he’s catching up on sleep and you’re off to work early. He’ll write a note the night before for you to read when you make your way to the fridge. It’s always either about how he’s proud of you and how you’re gonna do amazing, something he forgot to mention the other day or just plans he’s thinking of making with you.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
I feel like with him he wouldn’t like someone who was too overly authoritative with him and what he does. There’s a good thing with being assertive, being able to have the confidence to do what you want to do and being able to back it up, it’s something that he’s attracted to. The problem lies when they try to dictate their beliefs and feelings onto him, and this is with everyone not just a partner. For the more physical side of it, I think having a partner who doesn’t want to do anything in general might not be the best for him. Sure having a lazy day is good (especially after a tour) but he gets bored easily and always has to have something to do.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
He is a VERY heavy sleeper when he’s finally sleeping in a proper bed and not some random seat on any transportation. He doesn’t really snore that much but he nearly take up half the bed. He’s either sleeping hugging the pillow or you, whichever one is closer. Once he’s fallen asleep he’s out, there’s no way in hell you can wake him up without the military getting involved. Jason normally falls asleep first, he stays up late but he’s always fatigued. Sometimes he finds it hard to sleep because of his neck so you might have to sacrifice a pillow or two.
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part one ➳ “shut up geoff”
Mötley Crüe x F!Reader, Metallica x F!Reader
A/N: idk what magicians hat I pulled this out of but Bon Appétit 🎩🐇 ALSO NO HATE TO ANY BANDS ITS FOR THE PLOT I PROMISE
Tags: @slashscowboyboots @lost-in-the-80s @shelickedthebeater
Warnings: profanity, enemies to pretend-lovers(?), fake romance... etc?
FIND PART 2 HERE
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Relief had finally settled in your gut at the thought of finally being able to finalize the newest album your band, [insert badass band name here], had been working on for months. The three of you always busted your asses to put in the best work you could with each song you wrote. Daniel was probably one of the best drummers you’ve worked with, he had great ideas and loved working on the lyrics when you found yourself with writer's block. The two of you had a good flow, and when you were drunk on stage and felt cocky, you’d think about how the two of you could probably take over the world… Of course, that was the liquor talking, but you truly were a great team. You sang lead vocals and played the guitar. Being the lead wasn’t exactly your favorite part of the industry, but someone has to do it. 
And then there’s Geoff. 
When he isn’t playing his main casting part as “pain in your ass” he actually was a kick-ass bassist. 
But on days like today that “pain in your ass” label was coming out pretty strong. 
“Hey, do you guys know what would make this song even better?” Geoff marched into the studio like he was on a mission. 
“Geoff, I swear to God, if you say a cowbell one more time—”
“A kazoo!” 
The next few moments were filled with baffled silence as you and Daniel watched Geoff pull out a neon-green lint-covered kazoo from his pocket. 
“You know man, I think it’d be better to hold off on the kazoo until the next album. Doesn’t really fit the vibe.” Daniel said with a polite shrug.
“True!” Geoff nodded before exiting into the storage room. 
“Do you guys know what would make this song even better?” A familiar Danish accent entered the room.
“You were supposed to be here at noon,” You watched as James walked into the studio, followed by Lars, Kirk, and Jason. “It’s half past three. The hell were you doing?” 
“Jacking off.” James shrugged, causing you to laugh. 
“You’re a dick,” You rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled, “We really needed y'alls help deciding on the album cover, but ultimately Daniel chose because Geoff kept having suggestions of what would make the cover ‘so much better’.” 
“Honestly, I think that unicorn drawing would’ve added a nice touch.” Kirk pointed at the poorly-drawn, unicorn stick figure Geoff had left laying out. 
“That’s what I said!”
You hadn’t even noticed that Geoff had snuck back in yet. “Hey, do you guys know what would make the album so much better? If we toured with Jimmy Buffett!” 
“Oh, yeah, then you could drink margaritas and learn the language of the parrot-heads,” James nodded, “maybe start a cult even—”
“Shut up, fucker, he’ll genuinely consider it,” Daniel whispered, elbowing James in the side. But it was too late. Excitement had already filled Geoff’s eyes, and his converse squeaked against the linoleum floors as he pivoted towards your direction.
“Y/N, can we—” 
“No.” 
“Aw, damn,” Geoff pouted, hanging his head low like a disappointed child, “I’m going back to the storage room.” 
Once Geoff had made his exit, you and Daniel began filling Metallica in on the details for your newest album. You’d been friends with Metallica since you had started out in ‘84. They always had some of the best inputs and never let you down when you needed some other opinions. James sat comfortably beside you on the broken-down sofa. His arm slung over your shoulder while you flipped through different cover art designs you had looked through earlier. 
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t the breakfast club.” You paused mid-sentence and looked at the door where four newcomers stepped in. Your stomach turned as you took in the intruders. 
Mötley Crüe.
“The fuck are you guys doing here?” You grunted, pushing aside the cover art and shifted to look at all of them. 
“They’re here to help.” Andrea, your manager smiled as she and Doc McGhee walked in after the four. 
“That’s funny, if we wanted the help of a bunch of monkey-asses we would’ve gone to the zoo and asked the baboons.” You scoffed, making a point to glare directly at Nikki. Andrea was well aware of your history with Sixx. He was an ex and not one that you’re still carrying a torch for.
“I told you this was a waste of time.” Nikki crossed his arms.
“Y/N, you should watch your tone. Considering that you’ll be spending lots of time with Mötley Crüe, Sixx in particular… You might want to change the way you behave around him.”
“What do you mean, ‘spending lots of time with Mötley Crüe’?” You raised a brow.
“Well, in order to increase sales for both of your albums when they’re released… you’ll be dating Nikki. Publicly. Y’know, since you’ve got history and everything? The fans are gonna love it.” 
Your jaw dropped to the floor, but before you could say anything, Lars beat you to the punch. 
“You gotta be mcfocking kidding me.”
“Lars—”
“Just when you focking think something possibly good could focking come out of this situation. Here comes Doc and Andrea. Honking their focking clown noses—”
“LARS—”
“Just honkhonkhonkhonkhonkhonnnnk”
“I got 20 bucks right here for whoever will knock grumpy the dwarve's ass out,” Vince pulled a crisp $20 bill from his pocket. If you thought Lars lost his shit before, he was going absolutely apeshit now.
“WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME YOU PUNK ASS BOTTLE BLOND BITCH—”
It took a while, but once James, Kirk, and Jason managed to drag a feral, kicking and screaming, five-foot-six, danish drummer out of the room a cold silence followed. 
“No.” You looked at Andrea. 
“You don’t get a choice, Y/N, that’s the thing… Doc signed off on it, and I signed off on it. It’s set in stone. You’ll be playing the part of Nikki’s girlfriend as long as we see fit.
“You can't do that!” Daniel argued. 
“Actually we can. Like you and Geoff, Y/N signed a contract. If she doesn't follow through with this publicity stunt, then Elektra Records will drop you.” Doc finally spoke up. 
“Let them fuckin' drop us then!” You were seeing red. Trying to figure out how in the fuck Andrea weaselled this behind your back. 
“Y/N, we’ll figure this out. We can get a lawyer to look into the legal details…” Daniel pulled you aside, “Until then though….” He shrugged, “We can’t afford for this record to flop.” 
You hated that he was right, for now, the situation was out of control. Even if you wanted to say “fuck this deal, and fuck you”, you really needed your upcoming record to sell. 
“Fine, but if he gets any funny ideas I’m chopping off his dick and hanging it on a necklace.” You held out an unenthusiastic hand for Nikki to shake.
“Hey, do you guys know what would make this publicity stunt so much better?” 
“SHUT UP GEOFF!”
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ride-the-hammett · 2 months
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FIC UPDATE....FIC UPDATE.....FIC UPDATE😜😜
New chapter of my long ass fic QUARTER AFTER ONE is up on AO3. Thanks everyone for your patience. Here's the link to check it out. Leave some love if you like it. 🥰💜Send me asks about the story if you want to.
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w0niecult · 1 year
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i wanna have this era of jamie’s babies.
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like ofc i wanna have his babies in any era but late 80s/early 90s jamie……i need to see him with out baby idk 😞😞😞 i’m delusional bamb help me
“Bamb help me” no can do bub, I’m just as delusional <3
OKAY BUT LIKE, THIS JAMIE HOLDING A LIL BABY ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐
He’d just be in awe, looking down at the little bundle of joy softly cooing at him. He’ll constantly talk about how the baby has your eyes and his hair and how he’s going to try to be the best dad ever
Jamie caressing their lil nose to try and get them to fall asleep :(((
Gets really emotional when the baby ends up saying “dada” for the first time :((
Ugh, he’d be an even bigger mess when it’s time for their shots. He tries to stay strong but eventually ends up crying harder than his kid did💀
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psychotron1992 · 6 months
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Cliff Burton x reader
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this is for my friend who'd rather remain anonymous.)
Cliff was on stage, strumming away at his bass with Metallica during their Ride The Lightning tour. There was this girl in the front row that had caught his eye, she had beautiful hair and eyes, she just stood out from the rest of the crowd of greasy sweaty headbanging metalheads.
After the show had ended, he left the rest of the band for a moment to talk to her. he walked up to her, with a friendly smile on his face. "hey, would you wanna come backstage with us?" he asked, looking at her. The girl seemed abit shocked at first, but then nodded. "oh, yes! of course-" she says a little nervous, i mean she was standing before a famous rockstar. Cliff nods and leads her backstage where the rest of the guys were with their girlfriends and friends or whatever.
As they walked, Cliff glanced over at her. "so, what'd you think of the show?" he asked, just trying to make small talk with her. Y/n smiled "it was great, as always. i thought you did really well up there." she said, she had been to one or two Metallica shows before. "thanks, we really try hard to give you guys our best, nice to know it pays off." he says as they arrive. He quickly introduced her to the other guys, they were busy with their own thing so he made it fast.
He then sat on a free couch with her, he grabbed a beer for himself "you want one?" he says, offering her one. Y/n shook her head "no thanks, i have to drive myself home after, but thanks for the offer." she was surprised at how chill and friendly Cliff was, it was a big difference from his stage persona.
Cliff nods, sitting beside her and drinking out of the bottle. Y/n just sat there, completely in awe that she was backstage with Metallica right now. "i cant stay for too long, i have a bit of a drive... but seriously, thank you for this, it was awesome.." she says smiling at Cliff. she then got out a notepad and wrote down her number, putting it in his hand, blushing slightly. "call me sometime, if you want, and we can hang out maybe."
Cliff nods, he wished she could stay longer, but, he could call her another time. "oh! sure, yeah no problem. i will." he says, he stands up and sets the bottle on the table "want me to walk you out?" he asks, and she nods with a shy smile. Cliff walks her out of the dressing room and out of the venue, all the way to her car like the gentleman he is.
Y/n blushed slightly and stood on her tip toes, and kissed Cliff's cheek. "thank you, ill see you soon?" she says and smiles at him, Cliff blushed abit and nodded "yeah, for sure." he says, watching her get in the car and drive off.
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jessybarnes · 7 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
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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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fasteddiesstrat · 6 months
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warning: fanfic spoilers below the cut!!!!!
today is not only an emotional day, but especially emotional bc in one of my stories i’m writing (more so imagining bc when am i actually doing any writing) the accident does still happen, but cliff does end up surviving by some sort of miracle after being in critical condition as well as a coma for a bit. although he was not expected to survive based on how brutal the accident was. jason does still go on to join the band bc cliff has a long road of recovery ahead of him but eventually makes a full one.
then he and his girlfriend savannah, one of my oc’s go on to get married and have a few children together.
oh my god cliff would’ve been such a cool dad WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEE
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thenaughtynun · 7 days
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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Metallica Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Hetfield/Lars Ulrich Characters: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich Additional Tags: Virginity, First Time, Masturbation, Awkward Boners, Virgin!James Hetfield Summary:
Feelings are awakened through teasing touches and glances. Young Lars and James act on their desires for one another.
💜💜 If you haven’t read chapter 1 yet, go read it and leave me some love! 🥰 I reply to every comment, hihi. Chapter 2 should be up soon!!! It’s getting heated for our two boys. 💜💜
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devilishoon · 2 years
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★̲  : 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 :  ★̲
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s. — smut
a. — angst
f. — fluff
m. — multiple chapters
r. — reactions
h. — headcanons
mt. — most to least
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𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱
⋆ (m.) Can't stop Rock 'n' Roll ☠︎ (chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3)
𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝘁𝘁
⋆ (coming soon!)
𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵
⋆ (coming soon!)
𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿
⋆ (coming soon!)
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allmoshnobrain · 11 months
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Heartbreaker | A Metallica and Megadeth x OC fanfiction
"In that moment, I wanted him so much I could barely breathe — I only wished he felt the same.
I’m not sure I could bear it if he didn’t."
Eleanore (better known as Nore) was only 18 years old when she moved out of her house. She chose to live with her cousin, Cliff, in the same house where his band was staying - and got involved with all of them much more than she had ever expected to get involved with someone...
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Read chapter 1 here (English) or here (Brazilian Portuguese)
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feverinfeveroutfic · 11 months
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sunburn | third eye
The girl with the orange hair and the mask of black and white feathers on her face, with the boy of thick curls and the Great White shark teeth which shone under the lights.
The girl with the yellow tulip in her hair and the kiss of Picasso, with the boy from the Wild West and a matching tulip.
The mystery of it all, surrounded by the spirits and the souls of black, the light of indigo on their faces for the masquerade of life.
The sweetness and wilt of the season washes over them, as the feathers ride with the shark, and the tulip with the horse.
No one fears but nobody knows, as they dance in the shadows, and the caresses down to fingers and toes, the feelings waft from highs and from lows. The girls whisper while the boys growl from below, there’s so much to bereave, so much to bestow, as far in the burning as the feelings go.
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josiebelladonna · 2 years
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of all things to happen to me, one i was not in the least bit expecting was finishing fever on chris’ birthday 
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ride-the-hammett · 4 months
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FIC UPDATE!!! 😀Chapter 38 of Quarter After One is up on AO3.🤔Check it out, leave some love if you like it. 🥰 NSFW ending of the chapter. Happy reading!! And thanks to those enjoying it so far.💜
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ripper-hamlet · 2 years
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Also honest question to RPF readers and writers out there – where's the line when it comes to including "civilians" in your story?
Wall of text incoming.
Personally, I've never really had any moral or ethical qualms about RPF, though I've come to understand that it's pretty controversial. When I first got into it, it was all hidden away in locked archives with pretty strict guidelines on who was allowed in and a general sense that you were not supposed to talk about it outside of those spaces.
This was also back before social media was a really a thing the way we know it today. We were all a lot more removed from each other, I guess. The thought that anyone would ever read fic that someone had written about them would just be preposterous. I'm still not really in fandom spaces in general and I think that really helps with keeping a clear line between the actual people and the characters that live in my head. I just don't spend a lot of time "with" the actual people.
But I started writing this thing where marriages and divorces that happened back in the 1980's and 1990's are part of the fabric of the story. I'm using them as a framing device in the background to inform the primary dynamic between two characters but mentioning the names of the former wives is pretty unavoidable. I also have the shortest scene (literally like a paragraph and one line of dialogue) where one of them shows up.
And I don't know. For some reason I feel a little bit uneasy about it. These are not public people. They're not even really characters in the story but they're there, you know?
I'm also very concious of the fact that fandom tends to be pretty fucking shitty to women. I've always primarily read and written slash but I want no part in the tendency to bash female love interests. Maybe that's why it feels like I'm walking on thin ice.
I'm pretty sure I'm just going to plow ahead and finish this thing. I just wish there was a good space to talk it out without devolving into a broader discussion about the morality of RPF, which seems like it tends to happen in most spaces where I lurk.
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distorted59 · 6 months
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First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too
Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too
thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3
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He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 
He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.
“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 
you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 
“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 
“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 
I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 
80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.
“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 
“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.
"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 
He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 
“Can I read it after you’re done?” 
“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”
Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 
Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(
his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3
I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 
“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 
“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 
“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 
you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 
“feels so good, baby~”
yes, just a silly little thought.
the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.
One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 
I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 
“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 
“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 
“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”
GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW
He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 
ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.
actually need that rn
and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3
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jessybarnes · 8 months
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Al Min Kærlighed
Fandom - Metallica
Chapter One - Fade to Black
Pairing - Single!Lars Ulrich x Reader
Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Tags - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!, Blood, Language, Crying, Broken Bones, Arguing, Anxiety, Angst, and I think that's it.
Word Count - 1,400 +
Beta - Just Grammarly
Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly
A/N: This is a series that I've been working on for a long time now. I have quite a few chapters written, but it's not quite finished yet. I'm a huge Metallica fan, and James and Lars are my favorite members. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!
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“Shit! Is it really that late?!”
You said as you glanced at the clock on your work desk. Your boss asked you to stay after work and finish one of the daily reports. This was becoming a regular thing, and your boyfriend didn't like it. Not at all. Sure you were thrilled that your boss chose you to stay out of everyone else. For one, the overtime was something you used to your advantage, and two you didn't really want to go home... Not with him there.
Sighing and grabbing your purse you switched the desk light off and headed for the main entrance to finish locking up. You had been with Essential Graphics for two years, and for about a year now Jace, your boss, had asked you to stay later than usual to do various things. You happily obliged and put the overtime you earned into your savings. Something only you knew about which was probably for the best.
After making sure the doors were securely locked you made your way to your car. Checking your phone you noticed you had ten missed calls and three voicemails.
“Great...” You muttered in annoyance. “Here's to hoping he'd be asleep.”
You buried your head in your hands and hunched over the steering wheel trying to calm your breathing. You had been saving your overtime for a year now. So close to your end goal, you could taste it. You only had to save two hundred more dollars, and you would be on your way to California, and more specifically away from your current boyfriend.
Cole wasn't the angel everyone perceived him to be. Not in the slightest. You had been to hell and back with him, and you had the bruises to prove it. You did your best to cover them up, but foundation and powder only go so far. Sure people noticed, but you would always make some believable excuse to deter the conversation elsewhere.
“Maybe I'll get lucky enough and he will be passed out drunk.” You said as you started your car and maneuvered out of the parking lot.
You drove in silence the whole fifteen minutes it took to get home. Closing your eyes, you mentally prepared your mind and body for what you inevitably were going to endure as soon as you crossed the threshold of your house. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the door handle to your 2008 Pontiac and you tried to calm your racing heart. He didn't like when you showed fear. It was fuel to the fire. Quickly and quietly you approached the front door and strained to listen. Trying to listen to see if Cole was awake.
Sliding the key into the lock and turning it shouldn't sound so loud, but it did then. You slowly opened the door and the smell of alcohol hit you like a freight train. Your heart thudded in your chest as you grasped the chain on your purse to keep it from making noise and toed your tennis shoes off. As you walked past the living room things felt eerily quiet. When you got to the hall big, strong hands grabbed you and shoved you hard against the wall knocking the pictures onto the floor.
“Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Jesus Cole! You scared me! Jace asked me to stay late again. I had to finish the daily report. I'm sorry I was so late.”
“It's fucking ten thirty, Y/N. Who is he?! Who the FUCK is he??!”
“There is no he, Cole. There is only you.” 
A moment later, his hand collided with the right side of your face. You tasted copper a clear indication that your lip was split open. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let him have that satisfaction.
“Don't you EVER lie to me, Y/N. You're mine and I won't let anyone else have you. If I can't have you, no one else can. You can't win and you can't escape. There's no way out, baby.”
He gave you a look of pure menace as he flung you to the floor. You instinctively put your hands out to catch yourself and winced as pain shot up your right arm. You knew it was probably broken, but you couldn't think about that right now. You had to get out of there. Putting as much force behind your foot as you could you kicked him in the shin sending him to the floor on the opposite side of the hall. You held your throbbing wrist to your chest as you hobbled as fast as you could to grab your keys and purse.
Getting away would have been too easy. You knew that. Cole was on you in a matter of seconds. He gripped your hair hard, sending pain rocketing through your skull.
“You'll pay for that, bitch. Good for nothing that's what you are.”
You tried to kick, hit, punch, anything to get him to loosen his grip. Nothing seemed to work. You heard the telltale sound of him flipping open his switchblade. You couldn't help it, you let the tears fall this time. Pleading him, begging him to stop.
“Please, Cole! Please....don't.... you don't want to do this... We can work this out. Just let me go, and we can talk.”
“Oh, sweetheart, we are way past the talking stage.”
He firmly pressed it to your throat, not realizing he was giving you a way out. You had to do this fast if you were going to get away. Tucking your chin to your chest you bit down on his wrist as hard as you could. He yelped in pain and dropped the knife, but not before it cut you. You grabbed your purse and dashed out the front door to your car. Barely making it inside, you jammed the key in the ignition and squealed the tires as you backed out of the driveway onto to the main road.
Finally able to calm your breathing and let the adrenaline die down you let the tears flow. You pulled into an alleyway and parked to keep yourself from getting into an accident. Your cries soon became sobs and you hunched over the steering wheel in pain from the events that just took place. You barely even noticed the loud music coming from the club or the dozens of people going in and out of the back entrance.
Your vision became blurry and you suddenly felt light-headed. Moving your left hand up to your neck you felt the wetness there. Pulling it back to see you noticed that Cole must have nicked you pretty bad, and you needed to get to a hospital fast before you succumbed to unconsciousness.
You kept your left hand on your neck to apply pressure and awkwardly reached for the door handle with your right hand. Biting back the urge to scream from the immense pain you felt, you opened the driver’s door and staggered out of the car. You began to move toward the noise of the band and found your way in through the back exit. Looking for someone, anyone, to help you. You heard muffled voices and made your way towards them. Praying you didn't pass out before you got there.
A deep voice filled your ears along with an accented one. You couldn't quite put your finger on where the other man was from, but that wasn't at the top of your list of concerns right now. As you got closer to the door you could hear their conversation clearly now.
“C'mon James we always open with Creeping Death. It's tradition, man! We can play Fade to Black later on in the set list.”
“Don't you think it's time for a change, Lars? I mean we've played the same opener for years!”
“Ugh... James... don't push it. Maybe the next show we will switch things up, but for now, let's just stick to--”
You cut their moment off as you fell through the door. You couldn't speak. You could hardly breathe. You just laid there shock taking over you as you saw them scramble toward you.
“JESUS! FUCK! James!! Call a doctor! Shit! Hey, hey sweetheart. It's okay. I've got you. Just hang in there, and we will get you some help. Shhh. Just stay with me.”
You heard shouting and a soothing voice, but you couldn't make out anything they were saying. You were cradled in the shorter one’s arms and the last thing you remembered before darkness overcame you were beautiful, frightened green eyes.
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