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「 James Hetfield + Tattoos 」

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.

Oh my god...Turn the Page is such an underrated Metallica song. I know it's a cover, but lord have mercy James' vocals on that song are so hot, I need him to sing it right next to my ear...in between his grunts and moans and- I MEAN-

Seriously though he sounds so fucking good on that song and it literally gets me so horny (Im kidding...obviously)(No Im not)

'98 James is so underrated in general...late 90s him was a whole other breed of man

IMA START BARKING BITCH LOOK AT THIS DILF LIKE??!?!?!? IMA START GOING FAREL IM FOAMING AT THD MOUTH ISKCKWKXKSKDK ILL DO ANYTHJGN FOR THIS MAN

Jason boxer and his coach James part 1

i got lazy halfway, dont talk about it

There is not much to say. Dedicated to @plusvanity 💜

"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

my contribution to the metallica jameson toxic yaoi club

Day 2: sharp objects

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