James Hetfield

Day 2: sharp objects

When yo band mate being mean so now you have to stab him to Ḏ∃⧍Ḏ🙁😔

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Hi! Would you be comfortable to write the story with the reader who is in abusive relationship with a guy, and one night after a severe fight with him she managed to leave his flat and came to Kirk. I'd like to read a hurt/comfort story with a happy ending (not smut one) if you consider writing it.

Awwww dude this is so sad and cute at the same time

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ¹⁹⁹⁹

Barely able to see through the tears, I stumbled out of the apartment, my cheek stinging from the blow that had just landed there. I don't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away, to go far away.

I found me instinctively heading toward the one place I knew I would be safe. I didn't think twice, my feet carried me toward Kirk's place like their own accord. I'd known Kirk for years. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd ever had.

By the time I reached the door, My hands were unsteady, reaching up to knock, and I sort of just paused there, wondering if I even belonged here. But that fear of going back home, facing that monster again, took over anything else. I knocked.

The door was finally squeaked open, and there before me stood Kirk, under the shitty light of his entryway.

"Jesus, what happened?" he asked frantically.

The words just couldn't come out of my mouth, they were stuck like glue in my throat, along with sobs that I tried with everything to stifle. All I did was shake my head.

Kirk didn't lose time. He reached down and gently pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. His touch was so gentle as he led me to the couch, helped me sit down, then dropped to a knee in front of me. He was so near, yet I could see how every line of his face, how his eyes were looking into mine.

"Please tell me," he said softly "What happened?"

My mouth fell open to speak, but all I could choke was a sob. I quickly clasped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but Kirk just reached up and gently took my hand in his, pulling it away from my face.

"Shh, you’re okay. You don't have to say anything until you're ready," he whispered, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.

Before I knew it, I was spilling. I told him about the fight, how it had started over something tiny, as it always did. How it had escalated, his anger turning into something violent, something I hadn't had before. How he would hit me, how he would keep hitting with me,blow after blow, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ran.

I was weeping uncontrollably with my shoulders shaking. Kirk's face was a mass of just hardly contained fury, his jaw loosely grinding together with muscles clenching so hard that I could see them twitch the skin. But his touch stayed so gentle, his hands never leaving mine.

"He hit you," Kirk repeated, his seriousness terrified me. "That son of a bitch hit you.”

I nodded, "everyone thinks it's just... normal arguments, that I'm exaggerating, but it's not. I can't. I can't take it anymore, Kirk…”

In his mind, I could see, he was turning over the best way to tell me, looking at me with sorrow. He let out a very slow breath before he spoke again.

"You're not going back there," he said, his tone brooking no arguments, "You're staying here with me and I'm going to call him to end this bullshit."

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that this was exactly why I didn't want to be more trouble, but he silenced me with a glance. "No," he said firmly. "This isn't your fault, and it's not your problem to fix. He's the one who screwed up, not you.”

I nodded weakly, too tired and too much broken to argue. "Ok…" I whispered.

He nodded, satisfied, and now I helped him to his feet, keeping his arm about me as he had with me.

He led me carefully towards his bedroom. Down the hall, into his room, seated on the bed edge, careful with me, so careful, like I was porcelain as he helped me sit.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he smiled faintly moving to get a washcloth. When he got back, he knelt in front of me again, his hands slow as he wiped the blood away from my split lip and the tears from my cheeks. He worked in quiet as my eyes watched his every movement. I felt something in those seconds, something I couldn’t name.

When he was done, he put the cloth aside and looked up at me, filled with so much care that it ached in my chest. "You're safe," he said gently.

I nodded my head, swallowing hard against the mountain in my throat. "Thank you," I finally managed to say.

He made no answer to my words but helped me to settle. There was a bed beneath me with softness, and the covers gave and were warm, and for the first time in what seemed forever, I felt safe.

Kirk climbed in beside me, moving slowly, not wanting to startle me. He pulled me into his arms so that the solid warmth of his chest was pressed against my back.

"It's okay," he whispered, breath warm by my ear. "I've got you."

I closed my eyes and let myself be cocooned in him.

"You're so strong," he murmured. "But you don't have to be strong all the time.“

I wouldn't have thought Kirk would be here to walk me through it.

All I could do was nod, and that was sufficient enough for him.

Kirk pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head, his lips sitting there for a moment.

I wasn't alone. I had Kirk.

I am drawing a kiss for the first time. I realized that I don't like to draw kisses. But experience is experience.

"There came when recording the album in New York that he (Lars Ulrich) though he was having heart palpitations. I'd tell him it's just stress. But at any given time in the morning, he'd come to my room at the hotel and say, "Hey man, can I sleep with you?" He though he was having a heart attack. He was afraid of sleeping alone. He'd crash on the couch but around mine, he'd wake me up by crawling into my bed. We'd sleep together. And we both sleep naked. - Naked? Kirk shrugged, "It's not a big issue. I've known the guy going on fourteen years. We're very open with each other."

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Well, hello friends! I was inspired by Kirk's words, so I made a whole animation based on them :D Yeah, I wouldn't say it's detailed, and it's partly done in a sketch style. But making this animation brought me pleasure, I hope no one will be mad at me for this! And I also love Mother Mother

Hii how are youuu???

Can you please write something for 2000's James where reader finds out she's pregnant and she starts stressing because she thinks James is going to leave her but he reassures her that hew onto and that he loves her and it's just fluffy

THANKS

Have a great rest of your dayy 💕

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PREGNANCY STUFF BRO UDGDHDHDHS

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Staring down, the little plastic stick in my hand, those two pink lines blurred together, and tears sting in my eyes immediately. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could barely catch my breath.

Pregnant. I was pregnant. I’m pregnant with James’ baby.

James had just left for the studio, another long day lying ahead of him. The thing was, he had been so busy with the band, always working on something new, and I just hadn't found the right moment to talk to him. Now, standing alone in our bathroom, I was pretty much paralyzed.

I tried to envision his reaction. Would he be confused? Upset? Was he going to leave me, leave us? The thought of it just churned my stomach. I had to tell him, but how? The better question at that moment was, how could I break the news without falling apart? Knowing that he would pack his things and abandon me and our baby.

That day was way too long, each minute was a hour. I did some housework, trying to get my mind off things, but every time I looked at my watch, that feeling crashed over me.

I couldn't eat, my mind was too mixed up.

When James came home, I was beside myself with anguish and anxiety.

He walked through the door with that very confident stride, but the tiredness in his eyes was plain. Dropped his bag by the door and smiled at me. "Hey, baby," he said, packing me into his arms. "How was your day, sweetheart?"

I forced the smile onto my face, praying he wouldn't see the very obvious signs to what was bothering me. "It was okay," I told him through a lie, pressing my face into his chest.

His smell, slight sweat and cologne, was comforting, but didn't quite help my nervousness.

James pulled back and looked at me with worry, he always knew whenever something was wrong. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "You seem off."

I could hardly hold anything back. The dam burst, and I just dissolved into tears. James's eyes went wide with alarm as he hastily guided me onto the couch, sitting me down very gingerly. "Hey, hey, what's going on, baby?" he asked softly.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James, I… I don't know how to say this," I started, my voice trembling. "I found out today… and I’m- I’m so scared… I'm pregnant."

He didn't react immediately. He stared at me, and for a second, I thought the worst. Then the slow smile spread across his face as he pulled me tightly into his arms.

"That's amazing," he whispered, sounding choked at the prospect of fatherhood. "Why are you so upset?”

I pulled back, looking into his eyes. "I thought... I thought you might be angry, or that you might leave," I admitted, my voice cracking as I cried. "I was so scared." I sniffled.

James' expression softened, and he cupped my face in his hands. "Leave you? Why would I ever do that?" he asked, the kindness in his eyes so so real. "I love you more than anything. And now, we're going to have a baby. Our baby."

He laid a light hand upon my stomach, and his eyes shone. "Our little baby's in there," he marvelled, eyes flicking back to mine. "I can't wait..."

This time, tears streamed down my face, but it was in relief. "I love you," I whispered, reaching into his touch and pulling my arms around his neck.

James must have scented my lingering unease, he drew me closer, and in the circle of his arms, I was safe. "I love you too," he whispered back. "And I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna have a perfect little family."

It was like a crash of peace just hit me as I laid my head on his shoulder. We were going to be all right.

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