#james hetfield fiction

[in-hav3n]

✮ 𝓣𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

❘❘ age gap

Here we go for the third part ! It's not the most interesting part of the series but it was a necessary chapter for what's coming next. Special thank youu to my bestiee beta reader @liltingoddesss for her precious help! <333 Thank you to all of you for your patience, support, likes and kind words (@aplaceforyourhearttorest and @ihavenolife346 <3)

Enjoy <3

Previous parts

James hands gripped your hips as he carefully pushed his dick out from inside you, in a deep and low groan. He panted heavily as he looked down at your sore pussy, recovering from his own climax. You gasped in a whine when he thrusted out, free now to stretch your thighs as you glance up at him.

The air was absolutely thick and hot in the room and you bet there was some steam on the bay windows. You could smell this mixture of sweat and sex smell hitting your nose but you didn't mind. You crossed your legs and rolled on your side as you locked your gaze on him again, silently admiring the man you had dreamed of. You couldn't realize what just happened...it was like a pleasant dream and you could still feel the effect of your orgasms running through your veins.

You noticed James' pupils were lighter blue again now. His chest was rising slowly with every breath he was taking as he seemed to come back to his senses. You wondered if he enjoyed the sex you just had. Did he like it as much as you did? It was hard to tell...James was silent, and his face wasn't showing any kind of emotions. This started to worried you...

He was so chatty when he flirted with you and when he brought you up into his room. He kept being talkative during sex, praising you with kind and sexy words so why now leaving you like this? Did you do something wrong? Was he like this with every women?

This silence started to hurt and to make you feel uncomfortable. It hurt your confidence most of all. You didn't even ask for a cuddle or something but just a comment about what happened and if it had been enjoyable.

James' coughed and this suddenly brought you back into the hotel room. Your gaze was lost somewhere else and came back on him when he got up from the bed, moving the mattress with all his weight. You hoped for something but instead, he disappeared into the bathroom with no words exchanged. No glance. Nothing.

This made your heart clenched. All the good sensations you may have felt with sex disappeared. You felt so stupid. And you felt even worse a couple minutes later when you heard the water running, indicating he was now showering. It wasn't necessary anymore to think about what you should do cause a rejection would have been more painful than indifference. So it was time to leave.

You rolled on your side, jumping on your feet quickly, in search of your clothes and underwear. In less than two minutes, you were ready to leave, lacing up your Converses in a hurry to not be caught. You chuckled at this thought. Why being nervous to be caught? After all, this is what he wanted right?

You jumped on your feet once again when something stroke your attention. A notepad on the desk. You looked back at the bathroom's door, wondering if you should left a note or something. After all, he had been kind and nice with you until...

You shook your head as you finally decided to leave without a word. James coughed again in the bathroom as you heard the shower being turned off and you took it as a signal to make you leave this room in a hurry...

✦ 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✮

"Wait, wait girl...hold on. Can you say it again, please?". Your best friend couldn't believe what you just confessed to her.

It was 1am when you rushed to call her. You couldn't sleep. Even if work and sex drained a part of your energy, your mind didn't seem to accept to give you some rest. When you came back into your room, you first spent almost 30 mins in the shower, lost in your thoughts, hoping the hot water running on your skin would make you forgive all your feelings. Once inside the covers however, your mind took control again and prevented you from finding peace.

Luckily, it was late afternoon in California and you knew your best friend was always ready to talk, no matter what time it was.

"(X/Y), please...", you sighed, already embarrassed about what you just confessed to her. Since high school you always shared everything to each other but somehow, for an unknown reason, you couldn't stop having mixed feelings for what you did tonight. "I told you...I was with James Hetfield tonight and we did it together...", you repeated once again, with a low voice, like if you were scared someone would be listening to your conversation behind the door.

"Is he with you now? Why are you whispering?".

"No, he's not. I just left after it was finished. I'm in my room now".

"You left?", she asked, curious. "Why?".

You sighed again, pinching the bridge of your nose. As if it wasn’t hard enough..."It was just...you know...", you searched for the right words, as your fingers played with the edge of the cover in front of your crossed legs.

Why did you leave exactly? That was a good question and you weren't quite sure of the answer.

Deep inside, you knew you'd have loved to stay but the fact he didn't share anything with you, not even a glance or a word, was enough to make you feel sad. You felt ridiculous to have even believed he'd have wanted something more than just sex with you. You felt dumb for even thought that all these kind words and attentions towards you could mean something. Plus it hurts that he doesn't even say a word after sex. He could have lied, you wouldn't have been mad about it and you probably wouldn't even knew it, but at least, you could known if you're a good catch or not...You guess you were facing the truth and that's why you were hurt. With no experience in one-night stands, it was difficult to figure all this out.

"He wanted to fuck, I accept, that's all. What should I have done uh? Stay in the bed and waiting for some cuddles and aftercare. It would have been awkward, we don't know each other...".

"...and what if he wanted that?". You frowned at her question and just pictured the scenario in your mind. But it was absolutely ridiculous and you shook your head at the idea. His attitude would have been different then.

"No way. He's a rockstar, he just wanted to have some fun. We weren't on a date or something", you snapped back, shaking your head as you took a more comfortable position in your bed, laying on your back now.

"Then, if you're so sure about it, why do you call me in the middle of the night to tell me all this? You sound rather worried about it...".

There, she was right. Again. You looked down and sighed, remaining silent. Your best friend heard you sighed of despair and smiled on the other side of the line, she knew you so well.

"Listen sweetheart", she began with a comforting tone, "you don't have to feel guilty or bad for what you've done, okay? He was the one asking for this, you just answered to an ask. You won't be held responsible and you won't lose your job for that. Just enjoy what happened and don't stress yourself too much about it, you promise?".

"I can try...", you replied with a shrug, even though she couldn't see it. "I'm aware of everything you just said and thanks for saying that but...he didn't say anything (X/Y). Nothing. It doesn't help your confidence you know...".

"You mean, he didn't say something like..."Thanks it was awesome" or..?"

"Nothing", you repeated with a sigh, looking at the ceiling.

"Oh...that's rude. But don't worry sweetheart, okay? Maybe it's just his character, maybe he'll tell you something tomorrow? Who knows? Maybe he thought you'd still be there in his room to tell you after showering but you disappeared. Don't freak out. Everything will be alright".

A smile slowly appeared on your lips and you whispered a grateful "thank you" to her. That's why you were always referring to her when you needed help. She always knew the words to say to make you feel better.

"Tell me now...was he a good fucker?", she asked in a giggle and you shushed her immediately.

"Oh c'mon girl, don't tell me he isn't because I wouldn't believe you. How was it? You enjoyed it I hope?". You only giggle at her assumptions and this was enough to make her react more. "Okay don't tell me much. I get it. He's a sex god and he got a real big one".

"You're unbeliveably vulgar my dear".

"Vulgar? Say the girl who just fucked with a rockstar". You both laughed loud and you knew you were feeling better.

After you chatted a little more about the roadie experience and how things were going for her, you decided to hang up the phone around 3am, with a lighter heart now. She was right, tomorrow would be a new day.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ✮

The day went by surprisingly fast and soon the time for the show arrived. From the morning till now, you could avoided meeting the band and it was perfect. Your presence wasn't necessary during their rehearsals and when you were needed around the stage area, they were already back in backstage, relaxing and getting mentally prepared.

You could do your work as usual then, without this constant fear to bump against him. Even if the chat you had with your best friend helped you to see with another point of view last night events, you still didn't want to face James. Luckily you were busy enough to not have the time to think about him either.

The second band who played before Metallica finished their show and the head chef of the staff asked you to do a last check up on every station to see if nothing was missing. You accomplished your task in a hurry, knowing you only had 30 mins to check up everything. 30 mins was pretty fast for such task.

As you ran around the stage, you could felt the energy, the impatience and the thrill coming from all the fans in the stadium and it was absolutely exciting. You smiled at this as you asked James' stations technicians if something was missing and indeed, someone forgot to bring some replacement stuff. In a hurry, you go back in the other way, looking for what you needed.

You knew where those materials where stored and you ran over the area, making a way between all the fans walking around the VIP area and the other staff members getting ready for the show. As soon as your eyes noticed the storage's place, you stopped running to walk the few meters left when you felt someone griping your wrist.

You turned around, thinking it would be a crew member, but when your eyes met those familiar pierces icy blue eyes, your heart skipped a beat and you gasped of surprise.

"Can we talk?", he asked with a neutral tone. You nodded in agreement, not really thinking about the fact this is exactly what you wanted to avoid all day long. But if James Hetfield was asking you something, you had to do it.

You followed him inside his backstage room and noticed he didn't stop holding your hand. Some flashbacks of last night started to play into your mind and you bit your lower lip, trying to stay calm. He closed the door and faced you, now letting go of your hand. He was already wearing his stage outfit and you couldn't stop thinking how gorgeous he was looking in this black vest with bare sleeves. You knew he was shirtless underneath and it was a pure sin for the eyes.

You gulped and looked up at him, wondering what he wanted to talk about. Again, his silence was a torture and you hoped he'd start talking first cause you were completely mute now that you were in front of him.

"Why did you leave last night?". His question surprised you and didn't make any sense. You opened your mouth, ready to say something, but instead you remained quiet, wondering why this worried him.

"I-...", you started, licking your lips as you were searching for the right words. "I thought...this is what you wanted me to do...?", you finally confessed. You crossed your arms over you chest, feeling uncomfortable and dumb again.

How come you could be so ridiculous in front of this man. You turned your gaze on the right side and didn't see James frowned when he heard your answer. He stepped closer and his tobacco/aftershave smelt hit your nose. You blushed more, hoping this would end pretty fast cause you couldn't live this situation anymore. But when his palm connected with your burning cheek, you finally met his glance, with a questioning look.

"Honestly, I thought you'd have stayed with me. I was surprised to see you disappeared like a thief in the night", it was his turn to confess with a smirk.

"I'm sorry", you let out as you felt your heart jumping faster into your ribcage. It was like you were living a dream, you weren't really there with him, right? You couldn't say to him it was rather his fault cause his attitude made you think it was time to leave.

You were searching for a better answer when he said, "Come back to me tonight". The words hit you again and you couldn't believe it.

"What?", you asked out, the words escaping your mouth before you even realized they were out. James chuckled softly and his hand disappeared behind your neck and hair, resting in a comforting place there. You, on the other hand, were blushing more and cursing yourself for acting so stupidly in front of him. But your body was betraying you.

"Meet me tonight. I want to spend some time with you".

"James...I...", you started, unsure. Was it really a good idea?

Suddenly, a strong knock on the door, broke the silence and you jumped off surprise, watching the door. It was a crew member telling James he should be in the stadium entry in 2 mins. Luckily, no one was coming in otherwise you'd have been fired immediately.

"Yeah, I'm coming", he replied louder to the guy before he put his attention back on you. "So...what do you say?".

"James, is it really a good idea? I mean...I don't...", you mumbled as many ideas crossed your mind. You didn't know what to say, you were in absolute hurry now that the show was about to start and you didn't even come back to the station with the material needed and...

"I...I have to go, I'm sorry. I have to bring back some material at your station and...", you declared in a hurry, as an excuse, stepping over the door but James stopped you before you could leave, gripping your wrist again to pull you against him this time.

The next thing you felt was his rough but sweet lips on yours, sharing a shy but deep kiss. You closed your eyes and you felt the same butterflies running through your stomach. Your hands naturally found a place on his cheek as you enjoyed this physical touch you admit you had missed.

When you opened your eyes again, he was looking deep at you and this was enough to make you shiver hard. This guy was like a drug. Dangerous but so delicious...

The knock on the door resounded again and louder this time.

It was time now.

"Meet me tonight sweetheart. Please. I really want to spend time with you", he insisted again, speaking close to your lips and you finally agreed, nodding your head.

"I'll be there", you promised and he leaned to kiss you again, deeper this time before he left in a hurry, leaving you alone in the backstage, with a heart exploding of joy and head full of hopes but uncertainties.

#james Hetfield #james hetfield fiction #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield imagine #temptation #temptation part 3

[ihavenolife346]

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Part 2

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

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and pregnancy, arguing

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)

She was right in front of him. James never once in his life thought that he would ever see her again. Looking straight at her, and looking back down at the kid in front of him. James wanted to say something to her, he wanted to say so much to her. He knew if he ever saw her again, he would apologize for whatever it was that made her leave him. He never knew why she did. One day they were fine, the next he woke up to her packing her things crying. She was so sad yet also pissed. He tried getting her to stay, he tried getting her to tell him what he did, all she said was “don’t play fucking stupid”. Hell, even Lars didn’t talk to him for a week after Y/N left.

It completely destroyed him. Whatever it was that he did, he knew it was bad. She was there with him through everything. When his mom died, when he started drinking, she never left his side even when he tried getting her too. She was a hard person to piss off, yet he did somehow. Yet now, there she was, right in front of him. James wasn’t sure what to do. He had pushed any thought of the show to the back of his head. “James!” Derek snapped James out of his gaze. Derek came running up next to James with his guitar in hand, barely even a minute left until Metallica was on stage.

James only turned to grab his guitar for maybe a second. He was hoping he could give her a silent plea to just talk to him for even just 15 seconds. But by the time he turned back around, Y/N and the kid were gone. James snapped his head back around, watching Y/N gently pull the kid along with her, “Y/N!” James blurted out. He watched as she stopped in her tracks. Y/N turned around, making brief eye contact with James. She looked as pale as a ghost, she looked terrified to see him.

“James! Come on! We’re on!” Jason came up next to James, pulling his lead singer to the side of the stage with him. James didn’t wanna go. He didn’t wanna lose sight of Y/N, not after all these years. He didn’t know where she was going, he didn’t even know why she was here, and he didn’t know how long she would stick around. The only thing he could assume was that Lars had convinced her to come, he knew they were still friends. Hearing their cue to get on stage, James followed right behind Jason, hearing the roars of the crowd. He was still going to put his best effort into the show. When Kirk stared the into to “Creeping Death”, James still had Y/N lingering in his mind, he had his eyes searching the crowd for her. His mind wouldn’t let her leave, and then came the lingering thought of that little girl Y/N kept close to her. The little girl that looked 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like him.

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Y/N panicked. The second he wasn’t paying attention to her or Julie, she practically ran up to Julie and got them both out of there. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She couldn’t read him like she used to be able too. But hearing her name come out of his mouth…that was her breaking point. She felt her eyes fighting off tears as she was trying to get her and Julie to where Lars said so. “Come on baby, we don’t wanna miss more of the show.” Y/N tried getting Julie to walk just a bit faster, hearing the opening riff for “Creeping Death” playing.

Julie happily picked up her pace, keeping up with her mom. Julie was excited to see her uncle playing live. Hearing her name come out of his mouth…it brought back memories she wish she had forgotten. It brought back the warmth she used to feel when he said her name. Y/N’s mind kept wondering back to the way he looked at Julie. He looked like he was terrified and confused. Could he tell how much she resembled him? Could he tell that she was his? “Mom?” Julie snapped her mom out of her gaze.

Stopping her walking, Y/N looked down at her daughter. “Y-yea baby?” Y/N put on the best smile she could, finally sitting a place they could watch the show from.

“Are you ok?” Julie looked up at her mother with a sympathetic smile, noticing that she was trying not to cry.

“Yea baby, im ok. Im just really happy to be seeing your uncle play.” Y/N nodded over to Lars with a soft smile on her face.

“Me too!!” Julie grinned, making sure her headphones are on as they should be.

“Yea baby…yea I am.” Y/N sighed, somehow finding her eyes landing right on James. Watching him sing, run around on stage, it made her happy knowing he achieved his dream.

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They weren’t even 5 songs into their set before James kept a lot of his focus on Lars. Lars was the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 person who still talked to Y/N. He was the only reason James even knew she was still fucking alive.

Lars could feel James’s eyes on him whenever he wasn’t singing. Lars could feel the tension James had in him. Looking up from his drums, Lars made immediate eye contact with a pissed, confused, and almost helpless James. That look on James’s face told Lars all he had to knows. James knew 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was here, he knew Y/N and Julie were here.

They made it through the first 3 songs before Jason greeted the crowd. “How we doing tonight St.Louis!!!” Jason yelled into the microphone, earning screams and yells from the crowd.

James took this time to walk over to Lars. As much as he loved interacting with he crowd, this was more important right now. “Did you know?” James almost growled at Lars.

“I invited her.” Lars yelled just loud enough for James to hear him.

James wasn’t sure if he should be mad at the Dane or if he should be happy that he had invited her without telling him. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” James felt betrayed that Lars didn’t bother telling him.

“Wasn’t my place to. If she wanted you to know she would have told you face to face herself.” Lars wasn’t in the mood to argue with James for once, at least not in front of 80,000 people.

“You ha-“ James started, quickly being cut off by Jason.

“Now! If you would turn your attention to Mr.Hetfield, he’ll show us how to get this next one started.” Jason threw his arm up in James’s direction.

“Harvester of Sorrow.” Lars could tell James had no clue what their next song was, only getting a nod out of him.

James diverted his eyes back to the crowd. He knew if Y/N was in the crowd, she would be closer to the front. She always loved being closer to the stage every concert he took her too. Yet she was nowhere to be seen. And he knew he would never miss her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, her soft Y/H/C hair, he would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 miss her. So where the hell was she?

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Y/N tried keeping her eyes on Lars and Kirk the entire show. Lars was a complete beast on the drums, and Kirk was just as amazing as she remembered him being. Julie seemed to be having the time of her life. She was dancing and was singing every lyric she knew. Lars had made sure to check in on them every couple of minutes, simply mouthing “you guys all good?” Then going back to his drums.

Y/N had seen Lars and James’s interaction. Y/N could only assume James was practically interrogating Lars. Y/N never did think she would ever see James again. After what he said to her, after what he said about their child, she didn’t think she would ever even want to see him again.

Y/N tried her best to push the thought of James out of her mind for the rest of the show. Yet she still always found her eyes lingering right back to him. She didn’t want to look away from him. Y/N had no idea how much she missed him until she finally heard his voice call out for her.

But Y/N managed to make it though the show. And frankly she absolutely loved it. But now that the band was saying their goodbyes, she was gonna find Kirk and Lars, congratulate both of them, answer Kirk’s questions, and get her and Julie the fuck out of there.

“Come on baby, let’s go find your uncle.” Y/N smiled at the girl who had not stopped smiling since Metallica started playing.

“Ok mom!” Julie skipped off with Y/N close behind her. Y/N was hoping that James didn’t want to see her again, she was hoping she wouldn’t have to talk to him.

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Lars knew James well enough by know to know that he was going to find Y/N the second he walked off stage in a hurry. “We need to find Y/N and Julie.” Lars practically dragged Kirk along with him, in a hurry to get to them before James.

“Yea ok.” Kirk nodded. He didn’t know much about Y/N and James’s break up, all he knew was that it was bad, really bad. It pissed off Lars, and Y/N to the point that she disappeared. Kirk figured as much that Y/N didn’t want to see James.

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Y/N was trying to remember the way to Lars’s dressing room without running into James. But she wasn’t fast enough. “Y/N!!” James yelled the second he saw her, once again with the kid he still had no clue about.

Y/N stopped in her tracks. She knew she couldn’t get away from him this time. Y/N darted her eyes around, desperately trying to find Lars or Kirk. She knew she couldn’t get out of talking to James this time, she at least needed Julie out of there. “Y/N! Please don’t run this time!” James picked up his pace. He was almost desperate to talk to her, and he wasn’t sure if she was gonna run again.

“Y/N!” Lars yelled seconds after, Kirk trailing right behind him. Y/N immediately started in their way.

“Take her, please.” Y/N lightly pushed Julie over to Lars the second she could.

“What about him?” Lars had already spotted James.

Y/N sighed. She knew James had seen Julie, he was face to face with her. She knew he wasn’t that stupid. Y/N knew if she needed too, he at least had a right to know his daughter’s name. “I’ll be ok…don’t worry about me.” Y/N turned her attention to Julie. “You’re gonna go hangout with Uncle Lars and get to know Uncle Kirk here for a bit. I gotta go say hi to another friend of mine.” Y/N summed it up for the small girl.

Y/N wanted to laugh at Kirk’s face when she said “Uncle Kirk”, he had never been called that before. “Ok mom!” Julie grinned, grabbing onto her uncles hand, practically dragging him with her before he could say anything back to her mom.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Kirk stayed behind for a second.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you in a bit Kirk.” Y/N let out a shaky breath.

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“What.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look at him when he finally reached her.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me!?” James snapped at her bitchy tone.

“Can we please not do this here Hetfield?!” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to even say his name.

“Oh you can’t even fucking say my name can you?!” James was now more irritated. “Come on.” James grumbled, pushing past her on his way to his dressing room, Y/N hot on his tail.

It’s didn’t take more than a minute before James was slamming his dressing room door shut. He was going to be nice, but when she greeted him with the bitchy tone she did, he snapped. She was the one who left, yet she was the one acting like he did something wrong. “What the fuck?!” James threw his hands in the air.

“Oh what the fuck what?!” Y/N shot back.

“You just decide to leave one day and now all the sudden you just show up and act like you fucking hate me!! You won’t even say my fucking name Y/N!” James watched as she broke at him saying her name. He never knew what it was that he did to make her leave. He never knew why she was crying that morning. He didn’t know, or remember anything.

“Oh cause you’re so fucking surprised I act like I hate you! Of course I’m still fucking mad at you James! Of course I fucking left!! All the shit you said to me, all the shit you said about Julie, yes i fucking hate you!” Y/N accidentally blurted out Julie. She was so worked up, she wasn’t even sure what she was saying. Y/N never thought she would have this conversation with James, she never even thought she would see him again.

“What the fuck do you mean?! What the hell did I say to you?! I don’t remember shit from what I said! I woke up one morning with a killer hangover only to find out you were fucking leaving! And who the actual hell is Julie!!!” James shouted, rolling his eyes at the girl. The image of the little girl who was practically a copy of him hadn’t left his mind either. He figured that Julie must have been her.

Y/N stopped for a second. He didn’t remember anything from the night before she left? He didn’t remember what he said to her? If he didn’t remember…he didn’t remember Y/N telling him she was pregnant. “W-what do you mean you don’t remember what you said…?” Y/N’s voice broke to a whisper.

Even though he hasn’t seen the girl for 7 years, he knew he still loved her with all his heart. He hated seeing how her face immediately dropped. Taking a breath, James tried to calm himself down. “What the fuck did I say to you Y/N…” James didn’t know what he felt. He was mad at her yet at the same time he was hating himself right now.

“Oh my god…” Y/N started pacing a bit. “You don’t remember.” Y/N finally got the guts to look him in the eyes. She felt herself break. He didn’t remember. He was hammered when she told him. He didn’t know Julie existed…

“No I don’t.” James held eye contact with the girl.

Y/N didn’t know how to get the words out now. She thought she was doing the right thing by leaving. It’s what he wanted, or at least what he told her. But instead she took away his chance of getting to see his daughter grow up. “You said you never wanted to see me again…” Y/N’s voice was hardly above a whisper as she made her way to the small couch in the room.

“I said that to you?” James didn’t think that was something he would have ever said to the woman he loved. But he could tell by the look on her face that there was something much more than that. Standing next to the couch, James was silently asking permission to sit next to her.

Getting a small nod from the girl, James quickly took the seat next to her. “You told me you thought I was trying to trap you. You said “I never want to fucking see you again”. you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me…or the baby.” Y/N finally let it slip. She could almost feel the brick wall hitting her like it did him. James’s face completely dropped.

“B-baby…?” James felt like he could hardly move. He had said all those things to her, all because what he could assume was because she told him she was pregnant. James wasn’t even close to mad at Y/N anymore. He was pissed off with himself. He knew the way she thought. After he told her he never wanted anything to do with her or the kid, he knew she thought she was just granting his wishes. He saw her reasoning for leaving. He understood why she did now.

“Yea…baby.” Y/N nodded, wondering if he was going to put two and two together.

The image of the blond little girl from earlier came through his mind. He could only assume she was the baby. Julie as James could guess, looked almost nothing like Y/N. She had long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and the same grin he had. “Wait…the…” James couldn’t even get a sentence out.

Y/N already knew what he was trying to ask. “Yea…that’s her.” Y/N felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She felt terrible…she thought she was doing the right thing when in reality he didn’t even remember what he said to her.

The pair of them sat there in silence for a moment. Neither of them really knew what to say. It really was all just a huge misunderstanding. Y/N couldn’t help it anymore, she let the tears fall. “I’m sorry…” Y/N stuttered out.

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They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Neither of them could get much more out. James was in complete shock. Had Julie ever asked about him? Did she think he just left her? Did she think he didn’t want anything to do with her? “I’m so sorry James…” Y/N choked, letting her tears fall, allowing James to feel ok doing the same.

James was hesitant but he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl. Y/N really felt herself give in then. “I-I’m so sorry James.” Y/N stuttered out again, leaning into James, feeling him let himself go as well. She hadn’t realized how much she missed his touch, how much she missed his words, Y/N didn’t realize how much she had missed him.

“I-I’m sorry too.” James knew he was also to blame. He told her basically to fuck off. He told her he wanted nothing to do with either of them. Truth is, James wasn’t really sure how they would’ve handled a kid at the time for those first few years. But he still would’ve been there. He still would have provided for both of them. And with the money he’s making now he could’ve taken care for all three of them without an issue at all. This wasn’t all to blame on her. James hadn’t even gotten the idea of having a kid wrapped around his head yet. “Wait…so Lars…” James started, feeling Y/N nod into his shoulder.

“I told him not to tell you anything about her.” Y/N muttered, trying to pull herself back together.

James felt his heart clench. His best friend kept this from him…his best friend knew his daughter more than he did. “Has she…has she ever asked about me?” James pulled himself together at this point, still trying to go to wrap his head around the idea.

“A few times.” Y/N lifted herself up from his arms. “I’ve jsut told her things with us didn’t work out. She never asked more than that.” Y/N sighed. She couldn’t believe all these years he didn’t remember anything about that night. All these years their daughter could have known her father, all these years they could have still been together. She took away his chance to see Julie grow up.

James sighed. From what he understood, she didn’t think he left her. She didn’t even seem to bothered by the fact that he wasn’t there. Then again, she was only 7. “I…umm…can I meet her…?” James asked quietly.

Y/N smiled softly. She was amazed at how comfortable they both got with each other all the sudden. “Yea, yea you can. Come on.” Y/N got up from the couch, heading towards the door with James right behind her.

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A comfortably silent walk later, the pair were in form of Lars’s dressing room. “She’s gonna like you.” Y/N saw how much James was shaking. It all seemed to be crashing down on him at once now. She had never seen him this nervous.

“What is she like?” James wanted a general picture.

Y/N laughed softly. “Shes you in the form of a 7 year old girl.” Y/N always did admire how much Julie was like her dad. She was an exact replica of him.

James relaxed a bit at the sound of her laugh. He really knew he missed the girl in front of him. “Ok…” James nodded, letting out a breath as Y/N made her way into Lars’s dressing room.

“Mom!” Julie grinned, jumping up from her spot on the floor, dropping her Barbie and running over to her mom.

“Hey baby.” Y/N knelt down to hug her, noting the concerned looks form Kirk and Lars. Y/N only nodded over to them. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Y/N spoke softly, nodded her head behind her at James.

“That’s the man from earlier!” Julie pointed out with a smile. “Hi!” Julie greeted again.

James gulped, “h-hey Julie…” James was in complete shock. She was beautiful. She looked so happy. Everything about Julie seemed perfect.

“Yea, it’s the man from earlier. This is James.” Y/N introduced the pair properly, smiling softly at the smile she saw appear on James’s face.

#james hetfield #metallica #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #jason newsted #james hetfield fiction #get me a james hetfield #james hetfield imagine

[roseydoesypoesy]

can someone PLEASE write a sub!Jason newsted smut pretaining to this photo🙏🙏🙏🙏

#metallica x reader #jason newsted x reader #metallica #jason newsted #bass #lars ulrich #James hetfield #james hetfield x reader #please please please #fiction #please #pleading

[giadavazquez1963]

"lost in the 80s" - my metallica dr-based fanfiction!!

chapter one: hungover at the beach 

I woke up to the sound of my roommate (who’s simultaneously my ex-boyfriend and best friend), Dave, throwing my bedroom door open, yapping about how it’s time for me to wake up. It’s 9am on a Friday, band rehearsal is on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and it’s never this early, so why the fuck is he waking me up now? Naturally, instead of getting up, I pulled my covers over my head, avoiding the light that was making my head pound so hard that I felt like a vampire with light sensitivity issues. I was incredibly hungover from the night before, we spent all night drinking and partying, celebrating our album coming out soon, finally finishing another song after weeks cramped in that tiny studio going over the same riffs. I’ve never been much of a partier or a drinker like the others, but it was Lars that convinced me to “loosen up and have a drink,” and he can be oddly convincing so I joined; turns out I am in fact a lightweight and I’m facing the consequences. I spent the night avoiding the crowd while Jasmine and Lars kept pulling me back into the crowd while I was getting called a “poser” by some random guy because my favorite band is Eagles and not some underground, guttural thrash metal band, and arguing with James. Pretty much everything else was a blur. 

The sound of continuous car horns honking outside and Dave non-stop yelling “Wake up, wake up, waaaakkkeeeee uuuuuuppppp!!” finally got my ass out of bed. I stumble into the living room to see two packed tote bags on the counter, and James leaning against the same counter fidgeting with his rings. 

“What are you doing here?” I say with a scratchy morning voice and already an attitude brewing at the quick sight of him.

“Waiting for you?” He said, scoffing. “We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, Giana.”

I pause, a confused face starting to form while I just stare blankly at James and wait for him to tell me what’s going on. He lets out a sigh and says “We’re all going to the beach? It was your idea, said something about shark spotting or shark swimming.” Then it clicked!! There’s a place on the beach by a secluded cliff where you can see and swim with nurse and leopard sharks, so of course, my face lit up almost in a second as I giggled and ran to my room to get ready as fast as possible. I could hear James’ footsteps getting closer to my room as I tried to do my skincare, hair, and get my shit together so we could just go. “Someone’s excited,” he said with a slight smile. I try so hard to be nice to him but everything he says just makes me want to blow my brains out.

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m not in your room?” He was leaning against my dresser? So, yes, he was?

“I have to get changed, get OUT.” He stood there with a smug smile on his stupid face. “What do you want? You’re not allowed to borrow shirts anymore after you stained my Scorpions shirt.”

“I don’t wanna borrow shit, can’t I just stand here?” He wanted something, I just couldn’t figure it out. 

“Is your life goal to annoy me?” 

“Oh, of course it is, Giana. And I'm never gonna stop.” God, that fucking man makes me want to bash his guitar right over her head. Sorry. 

“Alriiiight, I’ll just change in my bathroom since you wanna be a fucking creep,” I said while making my way over to my bathroom, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I closed the door. Like, 5 minutes went by and I was finishing up putting my bathing suit on, some short-sleeved compressed bathing suit top and bikini bottoms, and I could hear James fidgeting around with shit in my room. I opened the door and saw him trying on my rings? 

“Can you put them down and stop invading my privacy more than normal?” 

“What are you talking about, Giana? You said I could try your stuff on, do you not remember?” I think he’s sarcastically gaslighting me?

“Okay, shut up and get out now,” I grabbed his shirt collar and started to pull him out of my room. He turned around and latched himself in between my door frame, and  with a big grin on his face, he said “Giana, if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you could’ve just said so. You know I wouldn't say no, pretty girl.” 

“Will you say no if I ask you to shut up or die?”

“Fuck off,” he said while rolling his eyes and walking away, finally. I finished getting ready shortly after and walked into the living room, the tote bags were gone and so were James and Dave; I swear I thought they ditched me til I heard a car horn and Tori yelling “Giana!! Hurry up, we’re losing daylight!!” I rushed downstairs and out to the car, and to my surprise was James leaning on the drivers’ side of my car. I walked over and nudged him, kind of a subtle hint for him to move it.

“Quit it, Gia, I’m driving.” He said, annoyed. 

“Like fuck you are, get off my car, Hetfield.” There’s no way he’s driving my car?? He roughly but not painfully grabbed my arm and said “Like fuck I am. Tori doesn’t trust you driving with someone else in the car at more than 55 miles an hour, especially me, so you’re stuck in the passenger seat, puerquito.” Ever since Jasmine and I met, he’s picked up on some Spanish from eavesdropping on us, and ever since he found out that puerquito means “little pig” in Spanish, he’s been calling me it for months because apparently, I make a mess and defile everywhere I go like a pig. How sweet. 

“Dear God, there’s no way you’re dri-”

“Save it because I am,” he said with the biiiiigest and most obnoxious smile on his face. 

“Do I at least get to pick the music?” I said, hoping I would since I’m not trusted in my own car. 

“Yeah, ‘course. I brought your guitar if you wanna play along too, even if you suck.”

“Okay, asshole, I do not suck?”

“Right, right, I forgot, you swallow.” Face went blank, no one laughed, and I swear I hate him more every second. Before I could respond, Tori yelled at us both to get in the car so we could finally leave. And if I forgot to mention, James is by far the most insufferable person in a car, and even more so when he’s the one driving. He pretends to not pay attention to freak me out, he messes with the stereo, he sometimes misses the exit, he’s just all-around someone you don’t want to be stuck in a car with for more than 10 minutes. And this place was an hour and a half away.

Roughly 30 minutes into the ride there, I’d conned him into listening to Hotel California by Eagles at least 5 times, specifically the cassette that my dad had made for me by using his old tape recorder so I could hear them play live since I wasn’t old enough to go. James tried to weasel his way into changing the tapes but all of my cassettes are stored under the passenger seat for safety when I lock the car at night. “Giana, I’d be on my hands and knees begging for you to change the song if I weren’t fucking driving right now. Just. Change. The. Tape.” I loved being able to aggravate him with no way for him to do anything, he does it all the time so why can’t I?

“Mmmmmm, wonderful offer honestly, but you didn’t even say please?” I playfully taunted him. He tilted his head at me while rolling his eyes, “Change the song, Gia. Please? I can’t take it anymore, both you and the song are giving me a headache, so would you be so kind as to change the song?” He smiled softly before letting out a sigh. 

“Since you asked so kindly, of course I can, James,” I flashed him a smile and went to change the tape, which was unknowingly to him, another Eagles tape.

“Thank you so so much, sweet girl.” Trying not to giggle. “You know how seriously I hate that-” before he could finish, Nightingale by Eagles began playing loudly and I started headbanging softly as soon as it started. “Oh, coooomeeee oooonnn. As if their music isn’t bad enough, you have to go and headbang to it?” 

“You’ll get over it,” I smiled and sang along to the lyrics. 

Finally, after what felt like ten million years, we made it to the spot. Everyone got there before us and since the cliff was a little more hidden, no one was there but us. Tori was rubbing sunscreen over Lars’ already red back, Jasmine was laying her towel down, Grace was off to the side setting up the stereo, Dave was sitting on the edge of the cliff and unaware that Cliff was about to kick him off in a millisecond (it’s not too high up, he’ll hopefully be fine…), and James sat our bags down under some shade of the tree hovering over this secluded little spot. I gave Grace my cassettes and I went back over to quickly get my shoes and cover-up off. Just as I finished taking off my shirt, I turned around and James slammed right into me, his chin hitting my forehead; since I was close to the side-edge of the cliff, I would’ve fallen had he not grabbed my waist and pulled me away. He had a slight look of concern on his face, one hand around my waist, the other moving my bangs out of the way to see if there was a mark. It was all very… much. But a good much. “Shit, you’re bleeding a little. Does it hurt badly?”

“No, no, I’m fine, James-” he touched it and it stung, so as a human reaction, I winced. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said while giggling a little. Tori, Jasmine, and Lars were all very obviously staring while James used his thumb to wipe off the blood, everyone else was just minding their own (which is what they should’ve been doing as well, those invasive little shits.). “What? What’s wrong?” He turned to look at what was making me hold back laughter, and saw them staring shamelessly. 

“Get a room, you gross gremlins,” Tori said, making Jasmine and Lars burst out laughing. 

“Oh, come on, guys. I was just trying to be-” 

“Save it, twink!” Jasmine said in instant rebuttal to James” attempt at defending his relatively flirty actions. 

We all laughed it off (except James) and moved on with our exciting day. After a few minutes, I went over to the edge of the cliff after everyone jumped off; Lars grabbed Tori and they dove in together, Dave failed an attempt at a cannonball, Cliff had to quietly convince Grace to join in since she was invested in a Vogue magazine and had her walkman on full blast, Jasmine did a run and jump, and all that was left was me and James. “You gonna go or you just gonna stand there and be a pussy?” James asked, teasingly.

“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically. “For your information, I’ve never cliff-dived before, so my bad if I’m a little nervous.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and just go before I push you in.”

“Do not.”

“Then go.” I was debating whether I should let him or not since it would take me another 10 minutes of convincing to jump off a 30 foot cliff. It was a little laughable that this was my idea, but in my solid defense, I didn’t know it was this high. “Taking so much time to make a little jump off a little cliff, Miss Vázquez. Need my help?” He sarcastically asked while staring at me.

“No, no, I can d-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, took too long to answer, so you’re coming with me,” and my life flashed before my eyes as he wrapped his arms fully around me with full force and dove off the cliff with me. It’s easy and obvious to say that day was not quiet like I was anticipating, but in fact full of him getting on my nerves and not letting me have a moment of serenity. I fell asleep on the ride home while “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” by Eagles played quietly in the back.

working on the next chapter :)

#metallica #james hetfield #cliff burton #kirk hammett #dave mustaine #lars ulrich #80s #fan fiction #metallica fan fic #reality shifter

[megadethz]

Hello! I’m cloudy, I like writing either smut or fluffy. I only take requests for bands such as Megadeth, Metallica, Motley Crue, Or Guns and Roses. I will usually post head-cannons mixed with some fan fics! So you can request anything you want wether it’s a specific kink you have or just anything. If you request a story then make sure you give a summary for it and the person you want me to make it based off, also tell me if you want your name in it or if you want it to be reader based! - Cloudy.

#megadeth #Metallica #dave mustaine #smut #fan fiction #metal bands #kirk hammett #james hetfield #lars ulrich #jason newsted #cliff burton #nick menza #marty friedman #motley crue #guns n roses #duff mckagan #saul hudson #slash gnr

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hi, i'm mimi, i'm 16, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin if you couldn't already tell.

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars * ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

queen

^freddie mercury * ^brian may ^john deacon ^roger taylor

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

#mick mars #nikki sixx #motley crue #tommy lee #vince neil #guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #slash gnr #metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #queen #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #fan fiction

[horrororman]

💀☠️🎂 A Happy #horror Birthday to #JamesHetfield, #MartinSheen & #JohnLandis 🎂☠️💀

#horror #horror movies #horror movie #scifi #science fiction #thriller #heavy metal #james hetfield #martin sheen #john landis

[alchemisoul]

"Open mind for a different view, and Nothing Else Matters"

- James Hetfield

#james hetfield #metallica #the black album #frank herbert #dune #science fiction #sci-fi #sci fi #fantasy #fiction #author #writer #quote #philosophy #philosophy memes

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Conformity is Anywhere

TW: SA (I didn't let that fucker get too far as the bartender took out the trash), biphobia, bisexual angst

A/N: The bar is completely fictional. It just sounds so cool to me. Also, there's a happy ending!

Summary: Eddie struggles with the fact that conformity can belong to any group. Does he belong anywhere?

Eddie Munson was a virgin. That was a fact that was never going to change. He knew it. He had been to Indie a couple of times to meet both men and women. His luck was always rotten. It would start off great with guys, at first, until he told them he was bisexual. He would get a few of people saying things that actually hurt a lot.

"Oh, honey, that's not a thing."

"You're just confused."

"You're clearly trying to experiment. I've been in that situation. I do not want to do that again."

"You're clearly gay."

The last part confused him, more than hurt him because the guy had given him a once over. He dressed gay? How in the fuck is a bisexual supposed to dress? Maybe it was the hanky in his back pocket. He hadn't even known about the hanky code, and he did it because James Hetfield wore a hanky. Also, why the fuck can't bisexuals use the hanky code? Eddie had decided not to go back for a while because it really sucked that even the community you're supposed to feel safe with doesn't even like who you are. He had long since pushed the bar to the back of his mind, especially after everything during spring break.

He was a free man, no longer wanted for murder. Though the townsfolk wouldn't do anything to get arrested for, that didn't stop them from giving him glares, wishing he was dead or shielding their children from him. It was also difficult to buy anything in town as they did have the right to refuse service, so Eddie depended on his friends buying him things. He hated it. He never felt more like a mooch.

He didn't think about the bar at all until Robin and Steve came out to him. He had been happier to hear that he wasn't alone in being queer especially knowing that he and Steve were the same. Part of it was also because he had a crush on the guy, but it wasn't the main reason. He had yet to meet another bisexual. It was thrilling, and he didn't want to lose that. He was sure he was never going to tell Steve about his crush. Just because they're both bisexual and Eddie likes him doesn't mean that Steve should or would like him back.

"I know of someone who wants to go to a gay bar," Robin had said to Eddie and Steve, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve. "They heard there's a good one in Indie that used to be a bookstore."

"It's still technically also a bookstore. They still sell books. How'd they hear about it?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve as he had assumed that's who she was talking about.

"From their cousin's friend's older brother's roommate," Robin said. "Did I get that right? Yes, yes, I did."

"Have you been there, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"A few times," Eddie shrugged, looking into his drink. "Struck out every time."

"Well, I mean, it wouldn't be just to hook up. It would be nice to know that there were more people like us," Steve said with a shrug.

"Don't get your hopes up there, Stevie," Eddie scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I mean, there are gays and lesbians, of course, but I only went there a few times, and I hadn't met another until I started getting to know you, Steve. I mean, there could have been some there, but I didn't talk to everyone, and I didn't stay long enough to find out," Eddie said. "I did what do best, I ran away from a difficult situation."

"You make it sound like they're not very inclusive of bisexuals," Robin said with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones I met weren't, but maybe we just need to meet the right people, so let's give it another try, shall we?" Eddie asked, with a smile on his face.

"That's the spirit. After all, there are assholes in every group, right?" Robin said. "We just have to dig to get to the gooey center."

"Ew, Robin."

The next weekend came quickly. Eddie pulled up to Steve’s house, where everyone would be meeting, to find a redhead waiting with them. Eddie jumped out to greet them.

"Who's this then?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Eddie, this is Vickie Fisher. . .she's my girlfriend," Robin said with a smile.

"So, you're definitely not going there to hook up," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, definitely not," Vickie said. "Um, Robin said that it's okay that it's okay if I tell you that I'm bisexual."

Eddie hollered and clapped his hands.

"May I hug you and spin you around? I'm sorry, I don't get to meet many bisexuals," Eddie said.

"Okay," Vickie said, laughing.

Eddie grinned as he hugged her, picked her up, and spun her around. Vickie giggled. He set her gently on the ground.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm too weird now," Eddie said.

"Please, I like weird," Vickie said, scoffing and burying her nose into Robin's neck. "Obviously."

Eddie cooed at them while Robin rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Well, at least, I'm not obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Robin said affectionately while Eddie gasped.

"You too, Gingersnap?" Eddie asked, clutching his chest and Vickie giggled.

"That's what my dad calls me, and yes, I'm totally obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Vickie said.

"Man, it must be a bisexual thing because Steve’s obsessed with it too," Robin said. "He thinks that Fred and Shaggy are bisexual. Also, they've secretly hooked up."

"It's not obsession. I just think that it's a very real possibility," Steve said.

"Yes!" Eddie said, shaking Steve’s shoulders. "Shaggy has definitely gotten high with Fred and taken him in the back of the Mystery Machine."

Eddie was rubbing Steve’s shoulders while Steve’s cheeks reddened. Eddie clapped his hands together, rubbing them, while Vickie and Robin shared a look, giggling.

"What?"

"You know, it's a children cartoon," Robin said. "It's for children."

"Don't worry, guys, I'll turn her to the dark side," Vickie said. "I can definitely convince her that Velma's a lesbian."

"Hey, what's in that container?" Eddie asked, finally noticing what was in Vickie's hand.

"Oh, I made gingersnaps for the ride up there," she replied with a giggle, and Eddie laughed.

Eddie had forgotten how cozy it was inside the bar, how comfortable it felt. There was still room to dance on the lower floor, and on the upper floor were shelves lined with books. Sofas also lined the upper floors. On the lower floor, there was a bar in the very back, and Eddie grinned when he saw his favorite bartender. He had been the one who had been witness to his many failures. Though Eddie hadn't been back in a few months, he made sure to call Teddy every once in a while. Yes, his name was Teddy. He would jokingly call him his twin due to the fact that Teddy was quite a bit taller than him with the prettiest blue eyes of anyone he had ever seen. He laughed when Teddy jumped over the bar to wrap Eddie in a hug. There was a mirror behind the bar, and Eddie could have sworn that he saw Steve scowling at Teddy, his arms crossed. Eddie shook his head and pulled away from Teddy, laughing.

After Eddie caught up with Teddy, he turned around to find that everyone had split up. Robin and Vickie had gone upstairs to browse the bookshelves. Meanwhile, Steve was flirting with a guy near the dance floor. Eddie cursed his own stupidity. Of course, Steve was going to find someone here. Eddie sighed and ordered himself a drink, plopping down at the bar.

"A pretty boy like yourself shouldn't look so sad. It should be illegal," a voice from beside him said.

Eddie looked over and saw a blond guy leaning against the bar next to him. He was pretty with golden hazel eyes, and freckles spread across the bridge of his nose. He had a square jaw like Steve’s but his smile reminded him of Chrissy. His hair was longer than Steve’s, just barely, though. There was something in his eye, though, that made him weary.

"Me? Pretty boy?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you. My name's Roger," the handsome man said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Are you blind?" Eddie asked.

"No."

"Then you can clearly see that I have a drink," Eddie said and sighed. "But you're welcome to sit down and chat if that's what you're looking for."

"A chance to chat with a handsome man," Roger purred. "What else would I be looking for?"

"What's your angle here, Roger? If that is, in fact, your real name," he replied.

"I know who you are," Roger whispered eagerly.

"Okay. Here we go," he said, rubbing his face and taking a swig of his beer.

"No, you didn't deserve to be hunted down like that, Eddie," Roger said. "You were the obvious choice. Everyone else was too stupid to think about anything else."

"You really believe that," Eddie stated.

"Of course," Roger said with a grin.

There was something that didn't quite meet Roger's eyes when he smiled, but maybe it was the beer talking or the fact that Eddie was frustrated that the one he wanted to be sitting here beside him wasn't here. Maybe Eddie was just trying to look for the bad in people like the way people looked for in him. He relaxed and started to converse with Roger. A couple more beers in, and Eddie couldn't help but talk about Chrissy. How pretty she looked when she smiled and how he wished he could have seen her live to be happy even if it wasn't with him. Even if it wasn't with him, he would have given anything for her to be happy. He talked with Roger about how special she was.

"Maybe she was the exception," Roger said.

"What?" Eddie asked, startled.

"I said maybe she was the exception to your rule, Eddie," Roger said coyly. "Maybe I could fuck it out of you. The confusion. Is that what you did first? Did you fuck them first? I want to be next, Eddie. Take me next, Eddie. Please, Eddie."

The realization nearly sobered him up. Roger didn't think he was innocent. He wanted to be Eddie's next victim. Roger pressed his hand against the inside of Eddie's thigh. He jumped back, spilling his beer. He could feel the bile rising to his throat. Eddie jumped off the stool, knocked it to the ground, and ran from Roger. He brushed past Steve, Vickie, and Robin as he ran out the front door. He ran into the alley and began puking his guts out. Suddenly, he felt a hand pressed to his back, and he reacted. He turned around, grabbed the person, and slammed them against the wall.

"Well, this is familiar," Steve said sarcastically and then softened his voice. "Eddie, are you okay?"

Eddie started sobbing and collapsed against Steve, crying into his neck. They ended up both collapsing to the ground with Eddie straddling Steve’s knees. Steve wrapped his arms around him and held onto him tightly. Once Eddie's sobs subsided a little bit, Steve pulled back, cupping Eddie's face. He leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"What happened?"

Eddie whimpered and told him about Roger.

"I don't want to disappear, Steve. I don't want who I am to disappear. I know who I am. I'm not a monster, Steve. I'm not a freak. Just because they can't understand. . .I know who am I, Steve. I know, Steve, and they can't. . .I won't let them take that away from me. Hawkins tried to make me disappear, tried to swallow me up, and tried to make me conform to their ideals of what a good man should be, but I'm a good man, aren't I? I know I've made mistakes, but I don't think I've ever intentionally tried to hurt someone. I would never do to Chrissy. . .what that bastard did to her. I know what I am, Steve, and I know what I want. Why does that make me a bad person? I won't let them take that away from me because they can't understand it, I won't!" Eddie sobbed and yelled, his fists clutching Steve’s shirt. "And they can't fuck it out of me either. I'm not a monster like him."

"I won't let them take it away from you either. You're not a monster. And Eddie, Roger is a psychopath who just so happens to be queer. Being bisexual isn't wrong. Just like being gay or being a lesbian isn't either. You and I are bisexual. No one is going to erase us. No one," Steve promised, his hands trembling and his voice shaking. "This is probably a bad time, but . . . Eddie, I love you."

"I love you too, Steve," Eddie said, sniffling. "You know, I don't think there's a bad time to tell someone you love them."

"You know that I mean, like, romantically, right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I got that. Me too," Eddie said.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?"

"Is it alright if I say that I want to wait until my mouth no longer tastes like tears and vomit?"

"Yeah, come on, we should get to the hotel," Steve said and picked him up.

"Weee!" Eddie exclaimed, and Steve promptly dropped him on his feet as they stood up.

Steve grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the alleyway. Robin and Vickie were at the very end. Their eyes were filled with tears.

"We tried to get far away, but your voice carried and we -," Robin began.

"You tried not to listen?" Eddie asked. "Don't worry yourself, Buckley."

"Eddie? Can I give you a hug?" Vickie asked.

"Bring it in, Gingersnap," Eddie said.

Vickie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Eddie grabbed Steve and pulled him into the hug, causing Vickie to laugh. She made grabby hands at Robin.

"This feels more like a bisexual group hug to me," Robin said cheekily.

"You're supporting your bisexual girlfriend by joining in," Vickie said.

"Fair point," Robin said as she threw herself at them.

They stayed like that for a while, surrounding Eddie in a group hug. It was nice, and Eddie felt this wave of affection for this little group. He remembered when he first moved here to live with Wayne, and for the longest time, he didn't think he would ever make friends until he met Gareth, and soon, the others started to fall into place. He hadn't felt like he had belonged until he met them, especially when they created the band. The puzzles continued to fall into place when he created Hellfire, where more pieces were added when Dustin and the others joined. For a brief, shining moment, he thought he found another piece in Chrissy, but it had been lost as soon as it had been found. Right here, right now, he felt like all the pieces had come together. Right in the middle, though, were empty places for his mother and Chrissy. . .never to be refilled. He was as whole as he could be, and he was happy.

"Let's take a picture," Vicki squealed as she pulled out a Polaroid camera from her bag. "Robin, baby, you have pretty long arms."

"You want to commemorate me getting assaulted by a potential serial killer?" Eddie asked. "Speaking of that, what happened with that?"

"Oh, Teddy said he would take care of it," Steve said. "Uh, is bartending his only job?"

"Nope."

"Are you going to tell me what his other job is?" Steve asked.

"Nope!" Eddie exclaimed and paused, rolling his eyes. "Only because I don't know what it is and I'm too afraid to ask. Anywho, Gingersnap, you wanted to remember this moment?"

"I wanted us to remember the fact that you find kinship with all of us tonight, and honestly, so did I. I want us to remember this moment because it's where we all realized that we don't have to conform to anyone's definition of who they think we are," Vickie said. "Whether we're bisexual, gay, or lesbian or anything else that we want to be in this world that I can't think of yet."

"I love you guys," Eddie said fondly. "Robin, Vickie, I'm sorry, but it's strictly platonic."

Robin rolled her eyes, raised the camera, and stuck out her tongue. Vickie peered around, hand on one of Robin's hips. Eddie grinned lovingly at Steve and rested his head on Steve’s shoulder. Robin took the picture.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #stranger things vickie #stranger things vickie fisher #fisher is her last name because I said so #rovickie #rockie #robin x vickie #bisexual appreciation #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie deserves to be appreciated #my biggest fear is to be gaslit into thinking my sexuality isn't real

[in-hav3n]

 ✮ 𝓘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

❘❘ NSFW - sex scene - unprotected sex - age gap

Here's finally the 4th part! Took me ages to finalize this but seriously I wanted to write a good smut, and wrote something I haven't done before so I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Thanks for all the kind and lovely words I receive everyday from many of you and for all the positive comments about this serie. Love you all and enjoy &lt;3

Previous parts

Standing on one of the VIP platforms, with a shoulder leaned against one of the metallic poles, you were enjoying your 5th Metallica show since the beginning of M72 Tour. The staff only needed help before and after the show, offering to roadies free time in between to do whatever they wanted to do. No matter how many times you'd watch it, each time was different. It wasn't the same setlist, neither the same atmosphere or energy coming from the crowd but tonight, the show was different and for another reason. 

Each time your eyes landed on James, butterflies were tickling your lower belly and your lips couldn't stop forming a smile. The way he was moving around the stage, playing his riffs or just interacting with the fans, everything was absolutely captivating. You couldn't stop admiring him, still not believing you both shared something last night. You were probably looking silly, smiling like an idiot, but you didn't care. You were in your own bubble, enjoying these amazing feelings you didn't experienced for a long time now. 

After being alone for a while, you had to admit it was truly pleasant to have someone being attracted by you. Of course, you didn’t forget you had to be careful and shouldn’t put on too much hopes in that little adventure. You were just a roadie, he was a rockstar. Nothing else would come up out of these two nights you'll spend with him. Was it bad to enjoy it then? Absolutely not, and you decided to take your chance. 

But what to expect tonight? That was a million-dollar question. You had absolutely no idea. He said he wanted to spend more time with you and he was the one that came back in the first place. You didn't run after him like a crazy groupie. He did the first step and asked to see you again. A little voice inside you dared to say this may be positive...but still, better be careful.

Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and get your attention off from the show. Another smile crossed your lips as you read the message coming from your best friend. "Go on girl! Take care and carpe diem! Love ya <3". Of course, you had to tell her what happened earlier in the backstage and seeing she was as excited as you were made you feel more confident about all this. 

The show went on and a few minutes before the last part of "Enter Sandman", which was the last song they'd play, you left your point of view to run into the backstage area. You didn't really know where to meet James - even if you assumed he meant at his hotel room for more discretion - but you wanted to tell him you couldn't join him now. You had some tasks to do before you were allowed to leave the stadium. You waited maybe ten minutes or more, pacing around near his door. You knew the band was spending a bit of time around the stage for the fans and you didn’t mind waiting. 

Suddenly you heard some heavy steps and voices echoing. You got up, recognizing the voices, and saw a sweaty James coming over you. He was drying his forehead with a towel. Your heart beat fast when he was getting close and you didn't have the time to say anything that he opened the door with a fast move, pushing you inside to not be seen by the staff who was going to be very busy in this area in a minute or so.

"James, I-...", you started but he shut you off with a rough kiss. A mixture of sweat and deodorant hit your nose. Your lips tasted once again his salty sweated lips and you couldn't resist to place your palm on his cheek while his hands rested on your lower back. "James, I can't join you straight away. I have work to do", you explained with a sorry tone, looking deep into his eyes. He looked back at you, like if he was searching for a solution. "They'd be suspicious if I leave now and even more if I leave with you". You added to show him you cared about your both private lifes as well.

He simply answered to your idea with a nod and leaned to kiss you again, deeper this time. Your heart was pounding so fast and those butterflies in your stomach seemed to have turned into a whole colony now. His two hands pushed your pelvis against his, making you moan against his lips. 

"Do what you have to do and meet me as soon as possible", he groaned, adding another peck. You nodded frantically at him, gasping of pleasure as his pelvis hit yours once again.

✦ 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✮

You've never finished your tasks that fast before but you really wanted to leave as soon as possible. Luckily, the guys did most of the job and were kind enough to say you could go, since you did a lot in the afternoon to prepare the gig. You thanked them and ran over the mini vans ready to drove the staff back to the hotel. At 1am, there was absolutely no traffic in the city and it was for best. Before joining James, you got the idea of grabbing a few things from your room since he asked you to stay over.

Ten minutes later, you were knocking softly on his door, hoping he didn't fall asleep but some voices coming from the TV told you he was still awake. You looked around, in the corridor, hoping no one would show up so late at night but soon, you heard his reassuring heavy steps behind the door. 

"There you are", he smiled, opening the door and leaning on it.

"I'm sorry I did as fast as I could", you apologized, blushing slightly with a little smile. You came inside as he gently gestured you to come in. James was already wearing a bathrobe and you supposed he showered already.

"Luckily, they had enough support and didn't need me....OH!", you couldn’t finish your sentence that he jumped on you to attack your lips for a hungry kiss. Your bag fell on the carpet in a thud as you wrapped up your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. 

"Oh I-...I think I don't smell good. I need a shower first", you giggled. James had left your lips in a hurry to attack your neck’s skin now. His mustache tickled the hollow of your neck but this answer didn't satisfy him. He groaned and pulled away, looking deep into your eyes. 

"Then this a good reason to join me", he whispered, his fingers caressing your cheek. You blushed again under his touch, playing with the opening of his bathrobe.

"And where to?". 

"To a place...", he said with a smirk and a playful tone before grabbing the edge of your black tank top. He slowly lifted it up, exposing your belly, “"...where this…”, he threw it away and when he finally took it off, he said, “…won't be necessary". 

A shiver crossed your spine as you helped him to get rid of the rest of your clothes. You quickly kicked off your shoes and stood in underwear in front of him. Last night, you'd have been quite shy to expose yourself to him but curiously he was able to help you having this confidence. Maybe it was the fact he was older or more experienced than you? You didn't know but you appreciated it.

"Then show me this place", you whispered, leaning against his lips, teasing him with a kiss. James chuckled with interest as he slowly pushed you over the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He wanted to keep the room warm. You realized he intended to share a shower with you making a smile curved on your lips. You adored the idea. 

"Make yourself comfortable", he told when he walked over the shower. He turned the water on and checked on the heat with his hand until it was on the right temperature. You nodded at his ask and proceeded to unclasp your bra, remove your thong before you grabbed two towels you placed near the shower. James opened his bathrobe, exposing his naked body and you bit your lower lip at the sight of his gorgeous body, wondering how come you could be so lucky. 

"Come", he went into the shower first, offering his hand to make you join him inside, just in case the ground would be slippery. You accepted it and closed the shower's door behind your back, smiling up at him. He went underneath the hot water first, letting it run on his head and body. You chuckled softly when you saw him shaking his head like a dog to remove the water drops running over his eyes. 

With eyes closed, he ran his hands over his face to refresh it before he declared, "Don't be shy...come closer".

He wasn't looking at you but you guessed he noticed you were staying in the corner. You were more confident to show your body but still, you weren't feeling that confident to make the first steps already. You didn't really know what was on his mind – after all, you thought he just wanted to have fun last night and nothing else - and honestly, it rattled you a little sometimes. So, you really preferred him to take the lead.  

You stepped closer and immediately your chest hit his in a shiver. You giggled of surprise when you felt the water landing on your head and embraced the heat brought by the hot water. It felt so good to finally get washed after a long day running around.  

"God bless this shower...", you whispered in ecstasy as you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation that embraced you. You didn't see James pressing the soap bottle on the wall to get some and you realized what he was doing only when you felt his hands on your shoulders. 

"Oh...", you whispered, your eyes opening quickly to look up at him. He gave you a smile back and put foam on your body to wash it. "That smells good". 

"And feels good, I hope?", he wondered and made you turn over to have an access to your back. He washed this new skin given to him and whispered a "good" to your hummed "hum hum". 

For a couple of minutes, no words were shared. You both only enjoyed each other's company and James' magical touch on your skin. You never imagined he’d have done such thing with a stranger like you. Sharing a shower was something so intimate that this envy surprised you a lot. But you felt good, you felt comfortable. It was like living a dream and you intended to enjoy it till the end. 

"Oh yes, there", you moaned of pleasure when he reached a painful place over your neck. Pain caused by repetitive days of lifting up some heavy boxes. He insisted on this area, in a very kindly way, when his hand ran along your body. They stopped on your bare breasts that he gently massaged with the same softness. You smiled, eyes closed, appreciating the gesture - as well as your nipples who hardened straight away - when you felt something hard bumping on your lower back. You bit your lower lip, opening your eyes. James couldn't see it but your cheeks flushed red as you realized you probably caused this erection. 

You decided to show a slight of bravery and moved your hand up your body. Once at the right level, you moved it backwards and wrapped your hand around his hard length. James’ chin was resting against your head and you heard his groan behind you. He was okay with it even if the contrary would have surprised you, but you wanted his agreement. 

Slowly, but with precise moves, you started to stroke him back and forth, hearing his groans and feeling his short breath on the hollow of your neck. You keep going, your thumb sometimes rubbing his tip but you felt the water wasn't a good help. So, you turned over again to face him, forcing him to move his head. He looked down with a curious glance as you collected some foam on your body before cupping his hard member again. 

This time, the soap helped you to provide perfect strokes and you increased your pace, stroking it a bit faster. You decided to tease him, leaving his hard cock for a while to wash his tough chest and arms. The air in the cabin was getting thicker and the temperature was increasing faster. There was something very sensual with your two wet bodies stuck to one another. You looked up at him with desire and made an eye contact with his lustful gaze. You smiled to see he was pleased and decided to move on the next step. You were burning of desire to do that and nothing could have stopped you now. 

Now that the foam disappeared with the water, you slowly went down on your knees, your eyes still locked with his, and when you arrived at the right level, you opened your mouth teasingly. Your hands rested around his member and your tongue went out to just suck his tip. 

“Mmh…”, he groaned while his hand went down to caress your wet hair, slowly. You could tell James was enjoying this pleasant surprise very much. 

You let out a moan for the first time as your mouth wrapped around his tip only, sucking it in a sensual way. Feeling you wouldn’t be able to stay too long on your knees, you changed your position to stand on your heels. With your legs wide open now, you felt some water drops running along your wet hair on your body and on your wet folds, making you shiver and moan. Your mouth kept sucking his glans and your right hand went back around his member, gripping it but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted more and to hear his groans, you understood he probably wanted the same thing. 

Then you held James’ cock and placed it horizontally, letting your tongue licking from the base to the top. You took advantage of this move to lick his balls, even sucking one between your lips.

“Oh yes baby…”, James moaned more, his hand pushing your head slowly. This encourages you to take him fully now, bobbing your head up and down on his venous cock. “This way…yes”.

You followed his instructions and moved further and faster, your hands following your mouth’s moves. 

“It feels good, uh?”, you pulled away to tease him with words for the first time, twirling your tongue over his tip before your lips enveloped his length again for another ride. 

“God…fuck yes”, he mumbled between moans and whines, gripping your hair tighter as he pushed your mouth deeper on his dick. You went as deep as you could and pulled away when you couldn’t take it anymore. With enough saliva on it now, you could pump it faster with your two hands as you looked up at James.

His eyes were closed now and you could tell he was focusing on his pleasure. A proud smile appeared on your lips, proud to provide him such pleasure. You weren’t a blowjob expert but you did it a few times before, memorizing the moves your partners liked.   

You stopped pumping him with your hands to suck him off again, already addict to his perfect cock. You sucked harder, placing one of your palms on his upper thighs for a better support. Your other hand couldn’t resist to reach your already throbbing pussy that needed a bit of attention. James’ groans and whines were more and more precise as he looked down at what you were doing.

You wouldn’t be surprise if he’d cum soon but surprisingly, he pulled you away with a firm grip on your hair, making you shiver. With a sexy look and attitude, you opened your lips, his dick letting out from your mouth and hit his pubes. 

Without a word, he made you get up by grasping you by the shoulders and quickly, his rough lips met yours for a passionate and hungry dance. His hands started to explore your body making you shivering hard.  Even more when his fingertips draw a path along your spine before his both hands cupped your ass cheeks, groping them.

“Oh…”, you moaned of surprise and pleasure at the same time, feeling a pressure into your core. You knew you were completely wet and you wondered what he had in store for you. 

You were both totally rinsed now and when he shut down the shower, you understood he was ready for the next step. But did he got enough energy for a love making session now? After all, he just spent two hours on a stage, rocking hard. But when you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself, you could see his erection didn’t disappear and you guessed you got your answer. He was ready for anything. You quickly dried your wait hair with another towel as James finished to dry his own body, leaving the towel on the floor. He walked into the bedroom and you heard his body landing on the mattress. You smiled and chuckled silently. 

You walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame. James was shutting the TV with the remote when he caught you with his peripheral vision. He smiled at you and extended his hand. 

“Come here pretty girl”. You took his hand with a shy smile and followed his moves. He made you climbed on the bed, passing by on top of his body to make you roll on your side. When your body hit the mattress, he captured your lips again for a sensual dance, his tongue quickly searching for yours.

Naturally your arms wrapped around his neck and each other's legs intermingled. His body was hot against your shivering skin. It felt good and those butterflies came back into your core. 

James’ hand soon found the place between your thighs and when he gently pushed them open, you pulled away your mouth with a slight moan.

“Mh…can I-..”, there your shyness came back, your cheeks flushing red again but you gulped to give you courage to ask him what you really wanted tonight. “Can I be on top?”, you finally dared to suggest.

James answered first with a loud groan of satisfaction. He quickly rolled on his back again, griping his hard cock to get it ready for you. “Come baby, it is yours”.

Those words aroused more than anything and you felt your pussy squeezed at the thought of what you were about to do. You carefully got up and moved one of your legs to straddle him. You did that position for maybe twice and you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. But James was the best when it comes to make you feel comfortable and confident, that’s why you decided to take your chance to do it tonight with him. 

Before sinking on him, you checked first with your fingers if you were wet enough and with no surprise, you were. James gave you a help as he spat in his hand, spreading the saliva on his tip. When you felt ready, you moved backwards a little, lining up your entrance with his hard cock. 

“Wait…hold on me”, James suddenly said when he saw you unsure of your moves. He sat up on the bed, lining up his dick better and guided it between your wet folds. The touch made you whine of surprise and when you felt his tip at the right place, you slowly push yourself on him with heavy breaths mixed with moans. His shoulders were a good support as you slowly sunk on his length, going inch by inch, your tight pussy being stretched out. 

“Oh fuck…”, you whispered in a gasp, when he was completely inside you. 

“That’s it, baby. Go at your pace now”, James groaned and massaged your ass to make you feel relaxed before he laid down on the bed again.

Your hands didn’t leave his shoulders and when you felt ready and wet enough, you started to move your hips, up and down. Moans and groans escape your mouth as you leaned further on his shoulder, feeling his tip hitting your walls. 

“You love it, don’t you?”, James whispered to you, forcing you to look down at him. You nodded with a shy moan as his hands spanked you hard. "You love riding that old man's cock, I know you do". You moaned louder this time and allowed yourself to move a bit faster on his hard cock. 

“Feels good”, you breathed between your whines, your hands finding a comfortable place on James’ chest. He couldn’t leave his eyes off of you, watching you taking pleasure, your breasts jiggling as you were bouncing on his cock. It was arousing him more than ever. He decided to give you a little help, knowing you’d enjoy what he had in mind. 

“Lean a bit more sweetheart”, he suggested as he gripped your both hands with his. You listened to his advice and leaned as he asked you to, arching your butt. “Great, now bounce on my cock. C’mon”, he encouraged you with another spank and you realized this position was far better to make you bounce easily on his hard member. 

“Oh! Fuck yes James”, you cried of pleasure, feeling new sensations arousing you. You could tell your pussy was getting wetter each time it was sinking on James’ cock, your wet folds enveloping it with ease. Your ass cheeks were hitting one another at each moves making you feel sexy. And when you felt his dick hitting your spot, you whine of surprise, opening your eyes before they rolled back in your head. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum hard on it”. You whined at every praise he told you and squirmed faster on his dick, feeling this familiar and powerful sensation growing up inside your lower belly. But this time, it felt like it was growing stronger and faster than ever. You panted hard, thrusting hard up and down to reach this amazing feeling you wanted to feel. It was a strong need, a strong desire. 

James could feel you were about to cum, he could tell by your moves. He noticed you were going deeper and faster, trying different paces in search of your release. He even hesitated to take the lead cause he could have grabbed your ass and pounded hard into you but he finally decided to let you move the way you wanted. And honestly, it was better this way. James couldn’t stop watching how sexy you were in that position, bouncing on him. 

“Oh James…I’m gonna-…God…I’m gonna cum”, you begged and whined, your breath increasing as well as your moves.

“Let it go baby…let it go…breathe”, James whispered as he didn’t stop watching you from beneath. His glance going up at you then glancing down at your pussy enveloping his hard dick. He would cum soon too if you kept going on this pace but he was holding it, wanting you to reach your climax first. His hands gripped tighter your wrists and when he saw your face contracting, your teeth biting your lower lips and your pussy squeezing around his cock, he knew you were cumming.

“OH FUCK!”, you almost screamed of pleasure when you finally reached the object of your desires. “Holy fuck, yes. It feels good”. Your pussy contracted around his member as you freed one of your hands to rub your clit. 

“Yeah baby…C’mon, fuck yourself. That feels good. Yes!". You heard James’ praises but it was like he was talking from afar. Your legs started to shake and you struggled a little to hold on to the position. Your fingers shook frantically your clit as you keep bouncing on his cock to ride your orgasm till the end. It was completely overwhelming you and nothing could compare these amazing sensations.

Your whine soon calmed down, the pleasure and pressure going down slowly but you breathed loudly, leaving your used clit and pussy recovering from this orgasm. 

“Oh my god”, you panted in a whisper as you came back to your senses. James smiled, looking at you and let you enjoy this pure moment of ecstasy after the orgasm, when the sensations are going through your whole body, making you feel complete and happy.

Meanwhile, he grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly, waiting patiently for you. When you opened your eyes again and met his, you both smiled at each other. Then he pulled you down to kiss his lips in a tender way. It surprised you how relaxed and how easy you were showing yourself to him but you guess he was helping you a lot. 

“Can you take it for another ride baby?”, he requested with a grin and you don’t hesitate a second. 

“Oh yes”, you sighed of pleasure as you positioned yourself again. 

“There you go. Sit on that cock again”, James helped you line up with his dick again and this time, you sunk on him faster. When all his length thrusted into you, you bounced up and down. James' right hand rested on your lower back for a while as your moves started to be more sloppier and easier now that you had cum hard on him. “Oh fuck baby, keep going”.

You smiled proudly at him and leaned on him to take back the position that made you cum. You adored it so much that you wanted to do it once again. Maybe it would be the last time trying this with him so why not enjoy it till the end? James understood what you were doing and held your hands again with his, gripping them firmly on his chest. 

“Go on, sweetheart”, he commanded as he looked at you arching your back and butt.

Very quickly, you bounced again on his cock, your wet lips squeezing, making you moan like crazy again. James closed his eyes, enjoying these sensations as he felt his core burning. But he wanted to look at you, looking at how your body were moving and reacting. He looked down again and spanked you harder, admiring how his dick was disappearing inside your pussy with so ease.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus, it feels so good”, he growled with his hoarse voice as he groped your ass hard, opening wide your two tight holes. This made you squirm again with a loud whine and when he felt your pussy contracting around his cock, James felt it was the right time to cum.

“Oh yes baby, don’t stop moving this way…I’m gonna cum”, he warned you in a groan, his face contracting under the pleasure coming. 

“Fuck me James…please…cum on me”, you bounced a little more on his tip and when you realized with his screams he was about to released his load, you thrusted out your pussy, leaving him space so he could stroke his dick against your ass. He stroked it so his cum could land on your ass cheeks and ran over your folds before dripping on his stomach. 

“Oh fuck…yes!”, he groaned like a beast, arching his pelvis a little, his head hitting the pillow as he jerked off his dick with pace, his orgasm making him tremble a little.

He had closed his eyes and you smiled, watching over your shoulder all the mess. He panted hard when he stopped growling and you looked down at him, still straddling his hips. You smiled and hesitated a moment before you allowed yourself to run a fingertip along his sweaty chest. He giggled at the tickle, his eyes closed as he was just enjoying his post orgasm feelings and you smiled. 

Leaving him recovering, you got up to go to the bathroom, searching for a towel to clean you. You picked another one for him before you came on the bed. But first, you couldn't resist to suck his dick one last time to clean him. Surprised by your gesture, James opened his eyes in a moan and looked down at you with a grin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, you said with a tease, wiping a drop that left on your lips. 

" I won't complain", he chuckled softly and grabbed the towel you were handing to him. "Thanks for the towel".

"You're welcome", you replied with a warm smile and while he was cleaning his stomach, you walked in the other side of the room, picking up your bag to peeped inside. James frowned at your attitude as he placed the towel on his bedside table.

"I hope you don't intend to leave me alone again tonight...", he asked as he sat down on the bed. You looked up at him and your gaze met his piercing blue eyes...

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagine #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fiction #temptation #temptation part 4 #hope you'll love it #love you all for all the positive reactions to this story

[ihavenolife346]

Don’t Forget Me

Pairing: 1998/2002 James Hetfield x f!reader

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and crying

Characters: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Jason Newstead, Lars Ulrich, Francesca Hetfield, Y/N

Summary: James never meant to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t his wife. They fell in love…but knew they couldn’t be together as long as they wanted too.

Link to pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/

Side note: Don’t cheat on your partners. It’s necessary for a good plot in this😅.

Neither of them meant for it to happen. All she was supposed to be was his guitar tech. He was freshly married. They never meant to fall in love with each other. James never did want to fall in love with her. But there was something about her that drew him to her. From the second he met her, he knew there was just something about her.

Y/N never did think she would fall for her boss. He was almost a year married, he seemed to be happy with Francesca. She thought he was until the night she was taking him back to his hotel room after he had to much to drink. She always has had a thing for him, even before she started working with him. That was the night he told her “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time”, that was he night she become the woman he cheated on his wife with, that was the night she became the 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 woman.

That was a year ago. They had been doing this for a year now. James would always find a way to make time for Y/N. With Francesca hardly ever joining them on tour, Y/N spent most of her nights in James’s room. They acted just like a couple when they were alone. He’d hold her, kiss her, tell her how pretty she was, and even told her he loves her.

Y/N had been ok with being the other woman. Their relationship was working and James was going to get a divorce and they could finally be public about it.

“You still haven’t told her Francesca’s pregnant?!” Kirk felt like slapping James. Kirk was the only one who knew that James was also with Y/N.

James sat there in silence for a moment. He knows he needs to tell Y/N. He’s known Francesca’s pregnant for almost 3 weeks. “I know I have to tell her. I’m going to tonight.” James didn’t want to. He didn’t want to tell her cause he knew he would have to end things with her. He wasn’t going to give his child the same childhood he had. James was going to be there.

“Good luck man.” Kirk shook his head slightly. He had no idea how this was gonna go down.

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Just like clockwork, at 7:45 Y/N came softly knocking on James’s door. “Hi!” Y/N chirped once he opened the door, not noticing the look on his face right away.

James couldn’t even look her in the eye. This was the woman he loved, this was the woman he was gonna get a divorce for, but know this was the woman he was ending things with. “H-hi.” James stuttered out, earning the attention of Y/N.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N had no clue what was wrong. The only thing that crossed her mind was that he had finally given Francesca the divorce papers and she just ended up saying things to him that would hurt.

James’s mind almost went completely blank. “Y-you should sit down.” James moved out of the way so that Y/N could come in. As much as he wanted to hug her and kiss her, give her a proper greeting, he knew if he did he would never be able to get the words out of his mouth.

Y/N knew something was really wrong now. “Ok?” Y/N walked into the room, immediately finding the closest seat she could. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” Y/N was genuinely concerned now.

“God I don’t know how to tell you this.” James grumbled, getting on his knees in front of her, resting his hands on her knees.

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything.” Y/N grabbed his face to make him look at her.

James physically felt his heart break at her words and actions. “We can’t keep doing this.” James mumbled, not loud enough for Y/N to hear.

“What was that James?” Y/N questioned, resting her hands on-top of his.

“We can’t keep doing this anymore.” James repeated, feeling his eyes start to water.

Y/N slowly took her hands off of his. “W-what?” Y/N stuttered, hoping she misheard him.

“I’m so sorry baby.” James forced himself to look at the girl.

Y/N completely froze. He was ending things with her? Why was he ending things with her? He promised her he was going to leave Francesca. He told her he loves her. And now here he was telling her they can’t keep doing this. “W-why…?” Y/N stuttered, feeling tears form in her eyes.

“Um…” James tried to figure out how to say this as easy as possible. “So um…do you remember when Francesca showed up at a show a few weeks ago?” James sighed, only getting a nod out of her. “And how you told me to do what I need to make her not suspect us…?” James added on, wanting to punch himself for getting her on the verge of tears. All he got was a soft “yea” out of the girl. “Well…Francesca told me that she’s pregnant.” James watched as Y/N went as pale as a ghost.

At the time Y/N knew she had to be ok with James sleeping with his 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 that night, it never would have worked out if he hadn’t. “S-she’s…” Y/N couldn’t even get the words out.

As much as she hated it, she understood why he was ending things right now. He had told her how he grew up, how he was never gonna let his kids grow up the same way he did. She knew he had to be present in their lives, even if it meant those kids were with someone who wasn’t her. “I’m so sorry baby.” James mumbled. He could tell she was hurt…she was really hurt.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. She understood why he was ending it…as much as she hated it she understood. It was his fucking kid on the line, how could she not understand?

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They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Y/N was trying her best not to break down, they both were. They both knew this was wrong, but they loved each other. It’s hard to stop yourself from falling in love with someone. James couldn’t read her like he always could. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, what she was feeling, she just sat there blankly. James was waiting for her to start yelling at him, start saying she hates him, but no. Instead she let out a broken sob.

James felt himself fighting back tears even more now. He hated being the reason that Y/N was crying. Y/N let out more sobs, covering her face in her hands. “Y/N…” James went to reach for her. Y/N immediately collapsed in his arms, she didn’t even care that she practically fell out of her seat. “Shhh, I know baby. I know.” James stroked her hair, he knew he had to keep himself together for her, at least right now.

Y/N sat there and sobbed in his arms for at least 10 minutes. She could feel James shaking under her. “O-one more night?” Y/N stuttered out, trying to pull herself together.

“What was that baby?” James couldn’t quite hear her.

“One more night….please?” Y/N got up the courage to look him in the eyes.

James knew he couldn’t say no, truth is, he needed just one more night with her too. “One more night.” James kissed the top of her heard, feeling her cuddle as close as she possibly could to him.

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That night, they tried to make the best of it. They laughed, talked about the happy times they had together, they spent their last couple hours together happy. When Y/N fluttered her eyes open that morning, everything came crashing down again.

Like she always did, Y/N woke up curled up against James’s chest with his arm around her waist keeping her in place. Y/N didn’t want to move from her place, but she knew if she was still here when he woke up, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself together.

Letting out a small sigh, Y/N gave James the best hug she could before maneuvering her way out of his grasp. Y/N started wondering around to find a pen and paper, if she was leaving without a proper goodbye, she was at least leaving a note.

Within 5 minutes she was folding her note up and setting it on her side of the bed. “I love you.” Y/N mumbled, placing on last kiss on James’s lips, feeling her eyes start to water again as she forced herself to walk away from the man she loved…

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When James opened his eyes, he expected to find Y/N curled up right next to him. But no…she was gone. James shot up in his bed, he didn’t think she would be gone, not without a proper goodbye. She never left his side until he was awake as well, she was always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss in the morning. He didn’t think she would leave yet.

Looking over at her side of the bed, James felt his heart break when he found a folded up piece of paper with his name on it. Reaching over and grabbing it, James took a breath before he slowly opened the paper.

I’m sorry I left without a proper goodbye…I didn’t want my last memory of us to be sad. I want to remember the last time I saw you, or at least the last time for a while to be happy. Seeing you peaceful, not a problem at the moment. By now I would have already told Kirk Im quitting, I’ve had offers and I’ve taken a job to work for Foo Fighters. I can’t stay here knowing the history we have.

The time I had with you had been the greatest year of my life. I never did think that we would be parting ways like this, but I understand. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. Your child deserves the best life they could get. I knew you could never be fully mine, but I will always be yours. I wish nothing but the best for you and your kid. I hope you don’t forget me, I won’t ever forget you. I love you James Alan Hetfield.

If things end up not working out, or if you just need a friend sometime, call me. I’ll always pick up for you. (***-***-****).

-Yours always and forever

Y/N Y/L/N

As James read over the note, he didn’t both holding back his own tears. He knew he could never just be friends with her. She was the only woman he never had an issue with opening up to. She was the only woman who actually listened to him with whatever it was, and as bad as he felt about it, she was the only woman he truly did love. And now she was gone…

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2002

“Jesus Christ Francesca! Nothing is fucking wrong! I had a rough day is all!!” James finally snapped at the woman who had been preying at him for the past 15 minutes, ever since he walked through the door.

“I know that’s not it James! You haven’t been happy in months!” Francesca shot back at him.

“You know, you’re right! I haven’t been happy in months, I haven’t been happy with you for months!” James snapped. That was a lie. He hasn’t truly been happy with her for years…ever since Y/N left. He loved his kids, they were the only reason he was sticking around with her.

“What do you mean yo-“ Francesca started.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Cali came creeping into the room.

James took a breath at the sight of his daughter. “Hi baby, what’s up?” James walked over to the child, kneeling down to her level.

“Why are you and mommy fighting…?” Cali practically whispered. Her and Castor could hear them from downstairs.

“We aren’t fighting baby.” Francesca intervened.

“Yea baby, we aren’t fighting. We’re just talking loudly.” James nodded along with his wife. “What’s up?” James further asked.

“Me and Castor are hungry.” Cali softly asked with a small smile.

“Well your mom can go down and make you guys something to eat ok?” James got an immediate grin from the girl. He needed Francesca away from him right now. He just needed a breather.

“Yea, come on baby.” Francesca didn’t bother looking at James as she took her daughter’s hand and started back downstairs.

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James groaned as he practically threw himself on his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. He knew this wasn’t working anymore. He knew this hadn’t been working with Francesca for a long time now. They’ve been arguing, sleeping in separate beds for a time James couldn’t even remember. But he hasn’t truly been happy in this marriage for a long time. He loved Francesca, but he knew he only loved her as a friend. As much as he’s been forcing himself to love her as his wife the way he used to, he knew she wasn’t the woman he loved. But he loved his kids, he didn’t want them to think their dad didn’t care about them if he left their mom, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.

James laid here for a solid 10 minutes before a sentence rang though his ears. “ I love you James Hetfield.” 𝘏𝘦𝘳 voice rang though his ears. The woman he thought about for the past 4 years, the woman he missed, the woman he loved, her voice rang though his ears as if she was right there next to him.

James decided to just say “fuck it”. He’s kept himself from calling her for so many years, he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 to at least hear her voice right now. Opening his bedside drawer, James pulled out that note she left him 4 years ago. He was amazed that Francesca hadn’t found it yet. He always kept it close to him. He remembered it word for word.

James immediately went down to the last small paragraph. “If things end up not working out, or if you just need a friend sometime, call me. I’ll always pick up for you. (***-***-****).”

James was hoping she still meant what she wrote as he grabbed his phone, flipped it open, and started dialing the number she had written down. He didn’t even know if she still had this number. He didn’t know if she would even pick up.

The phone rang a few times before the other line was picked up. “Hello…?” James knew that voice. It was her voice. He was hoping he hadn’t woken her just based on how tired she sounded.

“Hello?” Y/N asked again after a few moments of silence.

“Hey Y/N.” James could hear how she shot up from what he could assume was her bed.

“J-James?” Y/N sounded shocked yet also happy to hear from him.

James smiled, “hi pretty girl.” James spoke just loud enough for the girl to hear as he laid back on his bed smiling ear to ear.

#james hetfield #metallica #kirk hammett #james hetfield fiction #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield imagine

[devil-doll13]

I made a new Oc! I hope you all like him. He’s been sitting in my drafts for a while so I wanted to get his profile out. It’s still pretty rough and subject to change though. Anyway I present:

Maxwell “Max” Holt 🐺

Name: Maxwell Holt

Meaning: ‘Mack’s Stream’

Alias(es): Max, The Wolfman

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 24

D.O.B: December 13th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Current Residence: A small but cozy bungalow. He lives in Downings, a small (fictional) town in Montana.

Occupation: Mechanic, maybe future Author?

Appearance Description: He is a young man who has fair skin, sky blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair down to his shoulders, with usually a bit of fuzz on his chin. he looks like a young James Hetfield

Style: Band/Fantasy/Sci-Fi Shirts, Tank Tops, Jeans, Denim/Leather Jackets, High Top Sneakers/Boots, The Occasional Flannel, basically like if he time travelled from the 80s lol

Height: 6,0ft

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Notable Features: Wears glasses for reading. Quite a bit of body hair on his arms/legs/chest etc. He has a few ear piercings: mostly thin metal rings hanging from his earlobe. Jiggles his leg constantly. The cologne he wears unfortunately can’t really hide the smell of dog…

Personality: Friendly and enthusiastic, (although maybe not as much as he was when he was younger, before everything happened.) Kind and very loyal, manages to be quite intelligent with certain things and a himbo at the same time. Like he is sort of oblivious at times yknwim? Also a nerdy guy, likes to read a lot which surprises a lot of people, even more when they find out he’s a pretty good writer too! He’s passionate about stuff he likes. Sorta goofy too, likes to joke around and have fun! Stands somewhere between introvert and extrovert. He secretly has a darker side to him, though he speaks about it to no one, even those he trusts with knowledge of his lycanthropy. He’d rather ignore its existence altogether. His worst habit is definitely ignoring all his problems until they hopefully ‘go away.’

Likes: Dogs/Wolves, Bears, Motorcycles, Plaid, Denim, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, D&D, The Stars, The Sunset, Vinyls, Crowdsurfing, Rivers, Bacon, 80s/Retro Vibes

Dislikes: Animal Print (he thinks it looks a bit tacky), Broccoli, Silver, Formal Clothes, Littering, Spiders, The Full Moon/His Forced Transformations

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Playing Videogames, Playing Drums, Tinkering/Fixing Cars & Motorcycles

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death, Angst, sorta toxic friends/betrayal?

Max was born on a chilly December morning in Detroit, Michigan. He was the youngest of 3 brothers, and their working class status meant he tended to receive hand-me-downs a lot and depended a lot on his brother’s interests. His mother was a nurse and his father was a construction worker.

When Max was very young, his father got into a car accident and passed away from his injuries in the hospital. He was too young to remember much about his father at the time, but he did know his mother worked to the bone to provide for him and his brothers.

While he was an excitable kid, he was always the quietest of his brothers. He loved reading, generally fantasy and sci-fi books and always had the idea of writing his own stuff even from a young age. It didn’t take long for him to get involved in fandom in his teenage years, and he wrote for some time in online spaces. He also befriended some kids who he played d&d campaigns with for a good bit.

The brothers inherited their father’s music taste; classic rock and metal was the soundtrack to Max’s childhood and teenage years. He quickly became passionate about music and enjoyed playing drums the most. He ended up joining a metal band as well as a drummer.

He also got pretty good at taking apart cars and bikes, although he would nurture this talent more later on in life.

Max was 19 years old on the night when his life changed forever. He was travelling on a road-trip to go to a metal show with his friends and then girlfriend, having the time of his life. That night it was a full moon. He ended up separated from his friends, but he didn’t mind. He liked to stargaze. But then alone in the wilderness, he was attacked. All he remembered was it was huge and covered in fur, but he managed to escape with only a bite on his shoulder. He was rushed to a local hospital who assumed it was maybe a coyote or wolf, be he swore it was more than just a normal animal. Despite this, he tried his best to continue on as normal, both for himself and to not worry his friends and girlfriend. They insisted it was nothing, so he felt pressured to do so.

However Max started to experience changes he couldn’t explain. No matter how he tried to ignore it, it kept creeping up on him. Particularly the physical changes he was getting, he felt his sense of smell and hearing especially become very heightened.

The first transformation Max had he thought he just had a hangover. His memories were so fuzzy, he wasn’t sure why he was (he assumed he was) getting blackout drunk but it was the only explanation he could think of. The disappearances from last night on the news didn’t connect to him, surely they couldn’t be related anyway? He kept on ignoring the strange feelings he was getting as well.

Eventually this caught up to him and his friends and girlfriend discovered he was a werewolf who had been behind the killings. They struggled to fight him in his lycanthrope transformation and eventually defeated him, leaving him for dead. They believed they killed and buried him, but he was actually still alive. He woke up confused and very disoriented, only remembering some time afterwards what had actually happened to him. But by then it was too late.

For maybe a year and a half he spent in a limbo, terrified of himself and of his transformations. Every full moon he would have to find a place to chain himself up to prevent himself from getting out of control again. His previous skills in fixing up cars and motorcycles became useful and he got a lot better at it, using them to get himself around. He had a hard time holding down a job or really sustaining any sort of stable lifestyle.

This was until he met Jack Silver, an older lycanthrope. The older man sort of took Max under his wing and taught him not to be so afraid anymore. It was the fear that made it worse, instead he had to accept it. Once he learned to do that, Max began to heal again. At some point he started working as a mechanic in Montana and has kept it up for a few years. He’s pretty good at it, and the income allowed him to settle down in a small trailer and support himself.

It’s been difficult for Max to drag himself out of the dark place he’d been in, but he’s been working toward essentially restarting his life. Of course, despite this he is still a lycanthrope at the end of the day. He’s still got blood on his hands. And Max and found himself becoming far more comfortable with that fact. Accepting it. So now and again there are times when certain people still go missing on the news…

Fun Facts

His favourite book (series) is Lord Of The Rings

His favourite film is a difficult choice between Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope and Terminator 1

His favourite bands are Metallica, Dio, KISS, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Ozzy Osbourne

His favourite colours are blue, red and yellow

His favourite food is pizza (bacon and pepperoni)

His favourite drink is beer

Due to his Lycanthropy he’s gained a few… quirks even in human form. For one thing the very heightened sense of smell, and to a lesser extent hearing. Next is the extra body hair, which only grows back if he tries to get rid of it. His nails get long/sharp quickly if he doesn’t stay on top of them. He has sharp little canines too.

Max always loved dogs, but now he sort of has an innate connection with them. It’s the same with wolves too, although there aren’t many about in the wild anymore. He’s found himself becoming quite passionate about wildlife conservation now as he’s learned this. It helps that he lives closer to nature now.

He absolutely was/is a part of fandom and writes fanfics of his own. Mostly Star Wars because Luke Skywalker is like a self-insert for him lmao (blonde hair, blue eyes?)

Max now has his own book on the go, although it’s more of a collection of manuscripts so far. He has a lot of other things to occupy his mind, but he definitely still has his times where he’s obsessed with his writing and can be seen at his laptop focusing hard.

He’s lived in the city for most of his life as a child and teenager, but he actually prefers being close to nature now. He likes being able to see the stars better with less light pollution, and it’s just a lot safer for everyone with his werewolf transformations and all that.

Speaking of, he can control his werewolf form and transformations more now, and doesn’t suffer from memory issues anymore. Now he can actually transform and go back to being human at will, but the full moon still forces him to do so regardless. It can still be difficult to control his wild impulses at times though. That’s when he goes into the forest and just lets loose. It is always a pain the next day of course.

Max’s ‘victims’ are typically not good people, and generally men. It’s sort of been hard to admit to himself that there’s a certain hunger he has as a Werewolf that only killing can satisfy, so he chooses those that would probably be better off dead in his eyes.

He still hasn’t dared to contact his family or friends from his ‘past life’ so it’s an uncomfortable subject.

Max can play a bit of guitar too but he’s better at the drums by far.

His current vehicle is a motorcycle he picked up and fixed himself. He’s pretty proud of it! It’s definitely his baby lmao.

I literally heard Bark At The Moon and based his whole character concept off of that LMAO

He deserves the best this is a FACT

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood)

#I love him sm baby boy #I got a witch now I got a werewolf boy #vampire next??? #also me creating more OCs instead of writing? never #Maxwell Holt #Max #Maxwell Holt oc #slasher oc #horror oc #my stuff

[giadavazquez1963]

!! dr based fic info ༊*·˚

hi guys!! i'm so excited that the wheels are finally turning on this fic!! i'm gonna put some basic info yk oc, love interest, trope, place in the band, etc!! fyi idk how many chapters itll be, and the ending probably wont be based off my fic entirely depending on if i want to write that much yk, but i'll see as i go :) !! it's set in march 1983 when i first shift!! things will be a bit more sped up for plot purposes n bc im impatient here, but sadly i have to be patient in my dr 😒 moving on!!

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!! pov, plot and timeline ༊*·˚

it's in the first person point of view, so for example: "i woke up and went to work" does that make sense? the plot is set in march 1983, well after the move from new york to san francisco with my best friend, dave mustaine.

!! original character info ༊*·˚

name and dob: giana vázquez ┊march 20th, 1963 job: waitress at marco's diner band info: 2nd lead guitarist and vocals in metallica appearance and personality: 5'2, mid-size, black square-ish glasses, dark brown short (but also not?) hair with shaved sides, dark brown eyes, nose hoop and vertical labret piercing, and a gummy-ish smile!! personality is more unfiltered but not mean unless needed, subtly sarcastic, and very kind hearted (not to james).

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!! main people, other original characters, and love interest info ༊*·˚

dave mustaine: childhood best friend, ex boyfriend, and roommate tori hetfield: best friend, james' twin sister, and metallica's manager jasmine prince: best friend, tech support, and co-manager with tori molly brezowski: best friend, coworker, and tech support lars ulrich: best friend (basically platonic soulmate) cliff burton: best friend and professional pancake lover kirk hammett (haven't met yet): best friend and slash: close friend and ex "fling" nikki sixx: close friend and ex boyfriend

!! love interest info ༊*·˚

my love interest is james hetfield (duh), it's a genuine love hate situation. the trope is enemies to lovers, it's a bit of a slow burn in my dr, but for the fic i plan on speeding it up. despite hating each other, we're still friends and bandmates, of course there's subtle and sometimes blunt flirting, but more on his side than mine. hatred aside, it's the kind of "you came?" "you called" kinda thing, he'll say he hates me and i hate him, but it's his room i go to when i wake up from a nightmare, it's him who i sing my songs to, it's me who he comes to when he's stressed beyond his eyeballs, it's me who he comes to for help with a riff or solo. we hate each other publicly, but privately, it's just different but not? the tension has always been there since we met, but it keeps getting thicker as we spend more time together, whether in rehearsal or in our apartments or hanging out together. it doesn't matter what i say, sober or drunk, i do hate his guts. but when all is said and done, he's there.

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i hope this was a well explained intro post and i'm so excited to get to writing :))

#metallica #metallicadr #james hetfield #dave mustaine #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #cliff burton #80s #80s shifter #rock #rock lover #metal #fan fiction #metallica fan fiction

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Ideas for future episodes of “Epic Rap Battles of History”:

1) Greatest Heavy Metal Musicians Battle Royale (Ozzy Osbourne vs. Ronnie James Dio vs. Dave Mustaine vs. James Hetfield vs. Lemmy Kilmister)

2) Orson Scott Card vs. J.K. Rowling (theme: famous authors who tarnished their public image with their controversial viewpoints)

3) Zak Bagans vs. Ichigo Kurosaki (theme: a real life ghost hunter against a fictional one)

4) Paul Bunyan vs. John Henry (theme: American folk heroes)

5) The Three Stooges vs. The Lonely Island (theme: famous comedy trios)

6) Alexander Hamilton vs. Leon Trotsky (theme: the not-as-well-known members of the American Revolution and Russian Revolution)

7) Mata Hari vs. Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow (theme: a real-life femme fatale spy against a fictional one)

#epic rap battles of history #erb #youtube #ozzy osbourne #ronnie james dio #dave mustaine #james hetfield #lemmy kilmister #orson scott card #jk rowling #zak bagans #ichigo kurosaki #paul bunyan #John Henry #the three stooges #the lonely island #alexander hamilton #leon trotsky #mata hari #natasha romanoff #rap battle

[w0niecult]

Of course James hetfield isn’t actually like that??? We know! Hence why it’s called fan FICTION

Do you like… know how fanfiction works??

The asks and scenarios people send me are obviously not real. My posts are nothing but fiction and fantasies, and if you can’t deal with that, fine! You can press that lovely block button Tumblr has provided you.

Do you bitch about stuff like this on other fanpages as well, or is it just mine?

#bambi’s cottage <3 #how hard is it to block me #like #if my posts piss you off that badly #???? #I’m usually very nice and respectful #but if you think its okay to bash me for something #that millions of other people are also doing?? #girl bye #metallica

[simplysupernatural13]

Demon Dreams CH 1

Demon Dreams Chapter 1 AN: This could be the start of a series??? I have kind of an idea of where this could go but we shall see i guess. I've dabbled with ff in the past but never stuck to it so we'll see. Pls forgive any incorrect knowledge and spelling errors pls be kind :) Song - Whisky in a Jar Metallica The faint sound of Metallica swirled it's way through my cramped apartment; various occult books lay strewn open across my pathetic excuse for a dining table and scattered in-between the ever shrinking gaps were days old cups of coffee (gross I know but student life isn't an easy one) I had a paper due tomorrow and it wasn't the last time I had wished all this magic hoodoo shit was real so I could back to the future myself back to admissions day and pick a different major. Sure 'The Craft' is one of my favourite movies and I can even stomach 'Twilight' but why the fuck do I have to learn Latin? Occult Sciences seemed like a good idea at the time but I know for damn certain if my parents were still walking top side they'd kill me - but hey at least I'd know how to come back and poltergeist some shit. Most of the books I had open around me didn't even help when it came to writing papers - it was those Supernatural books, I don't remember the guys name who wrote them but he had scary accurate knowledge when it came to ganking freaky shit, and a bat shit imagination. If only Sam and Dean could some and help me with my history of the exorcism paper, Dean could certainly help me with much more than that but - Snap out of kid, you're 23 years old with a crush on a fictional character created by a guy who dipped after writing the best book series of all time. I can't help it though - Dean just sounds so dreamy and gorgeous. The smooth stylings of James Hetfield cut off abruptly meaning I had listened to my entire playlist - again. It's getting late and I'm basically already done so with a huff and a final gulp of cold coffee I submit my paper and shove my laptop away from me. Marv, distinguished Occult Sciences professor at the University of Austin Texas was trying to sleep with half the class anyway so I can always show some skin for some extra credit if need be. I re started my playlist whilst cleaning up and whilst humming to Black Sabbath the faint sounds of police sirens made me look up from the never ending pile of dishes. Probably another attack - a few months ago I probably wouldn't have had such a nonchalant reaction to the fuzz zooming past my building every few days but campus has become less safe than the city at night. Young men, always men, with their heart ripped out. From what little I've seen on the news the police have jack and it looks like the killings won's stop until the psycho moves on. People have even started coming into the Wicca store I work in for protective crystals to make themselves feel better. Rose quartz isn't going to stop a serial killer, and it's not like any of that shit's real anyway. I mean, it's not like we're in supernatural. Speaking of my place of employment, my next shift starts in about 5 hours so I should probably at least try to get a solid 3 hours so I can look chipper as I'm selling weird rocks. The dishes can wait until tomorrow, so swapping out my leggings for some Pokemon pyjama pants I slide under the covers of my surprisingly comfy bed and eventually drift off, definitely not dreaming of Dean Winchester.

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