#metallica oneshot

[distorted59]

HIII! I have a request if you have time, but after seeing what you did for Larsy Poo I need, - in fact, I am on my hands and knees for head cannons for James Het PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️

Thank you 😊 MWAH

Hey lovely!!! sorry it took a whole while, I'm finally back home and school and work are biting my ass. but, here it is!!! hope you enjoy! @buzzbuzzbowie also asked for this, thank you both! <3

Okay, so if we’re talking about 80s James, (like ‘81-’87), he’s definitely submissive asf!! he’s just… just… he was so shy and pretty LIKE SHUT UP SFKFSKSFSKJS. (he still is)

He def has mommy issues. So, he craves validation and care. Especially in the beginning, he’s still young and just into fame, could learn a thing or two. Once he gets older, more masculine, angrier and his voice deeper and deeper. He still has that need, it’s an itch no one can really scratch but you.

He was sexually inexperienced, (due to his family’s religions he had to leave health class and all that stuff). so just IMAGINE teaching young Jamie some things!!!! oml i’m melting!!!!! 

“Am I doing okay?” James pants from in between your thighs. He’s looking up at you through his bangs that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. His blue eyes twinkling with eagerness and lust.

“You’re doing great, baby.” You reassure him as you caress his hair lovingly. 

“Hmm, you taste so good.” He moans into your pussy and continues fucking you with his tongue.

Loves it when there’s a emotional connection, normally he’d fuck the shit out of girls/groupies without thinking twice. But, he loves it when he’s taken care of.

Loves the aftercare as well!! Cuddling or showering together, loves it when you wash his hair!

praising kink, mommy kink????? i dunno. I just know his whimpers and begging would be so pretty <3. 

Would get jealous pretty fast, he wants all of your attention on HIM. 

He’s also pretty protective of you, even as friends. Like, just imagine you and the bar hanging out at a bar, early Metallica days, and some guys are bothering you. This man would be prepared to throw hands. (just like he did for Larz, cuz he has a big mouth).

He has a big nose, so you can sit on it. (no headcanon tho, it’s the truth.)

He would call you all needy from his hotel room. (I see black album!James in my head). And i mean you know he’s fucking groupies, you know he is. but, he’s never satisfied, you got your fucking claws in him.

“Come on, pick up…” James mutters into the phone, he’s horny and desperate, only wanting to hear your voice.

“Hello?” Your tired voice rings through his ear.

“H-hey, sweetheart.” James stammers. “How are you? i miss you. Did I wake you?” he rushes through his words not wanting to be rude, but he is just so horny.

“hm, I’m good, baby.” you yawn. “You did wake me, but that’s okay.” 

He stays silent for a bit, he’s slowly stroking himself. Just your voice is enough to make him crazy. You can hear some hitched breaths through the phone and decide to play with him a little.

“What are you doing, baby?” 

“N-nothing, I’m just tired.” he quickens his pace, knowing what you’re doing.

“Do you miss me?” you ask, your hand wandering to your panties.

“Fuck, yes. Of course, baby.” 

“I miss you too, your voice, your touch…” You sigh. “you inside of me.”

“Oh, baby…” James lets out a strangled moan. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, I can’t take it.” 

James starts stroking his cock faster while you already have started playing with your clit. 

“Every night when I come off stage. I just think of you and I can’t….” James groans. “Can’t take it… need you here.” 

“You wanna know what I'd do?” 

“Yeah…”

“I’d ride you silly, until you’d see stars.” you moan.

“Fuck, so i can look at your pretty tits?” James gets closer to cumming.

“That’s right, darlin’.” 

“Are you playing with yourself too?” He asks, his mind is driving him wild. He is so jealous of your fingers right now. 

“Mhm.” you hum.

“Oh fuck, gonna cum, baby.” 

“Cum with me, babe.”

Both of you would cum all over yourself and say loving words to each other before falling asleep <3.

Now, if we’re talking about current James. holy fucking shit. the dilfiest fucking dilf on this fucking earth. 

His hands!!!! his fingers are super fucking skilled, this man can WORK them. stroking your hair, holding your hand, squeezing your thighs, making you suck his fingers while you look up at him innocently, lightly squeezing your throat with his other hand when you stop looking at him, finger-fucking you ‘till you cry… I can go on.

James and his cigars>>>>>>

Just imagine you sitting on his thigh, needy and desperate. He’s wearing some bootcut jeans that fit him perfectly. You’re in some comfortable pj shorts and slowly rubbing yourself on the material of his jeans. He’s really enjoying the view while smoking his cigar and puffing the smoke in your face. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He places his free hand on your hip, secretly guiding your grinding. 

“Need more…” You whimper. “Please.” 

“Hmm… I don’t think so, baby.” he takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke in your face. “I think you can easily cum like this, can’t you?” 

He grins and holds the cigar close to your mouth, making you take a drag. You slowly inhale while maintaining eye-contact, James groans loudly and grips your hip tighter. You blow the smoke back into his face and try to kiss him. 

He gladly accepts the kiss and you can taste the cigar on his lips. You start grinding faster and moan into his mouth. James keeps guiding you and smirks up at your needy state. 

“Gonna cum all over my jeans, princess?”

He’d spoil you like crazy. You don’t want much, just him. but, he still takes care of you in every single way he can. 

 Feel like he might have a breeding kink, daddy kink and all that. He just wants to fill you all up and claim you. Mark you, show the world and everyone in it you are his. <3

 Imagine car rides with James???? I’d sell my left tit for that. (maybe not). Just a chill ride in one of his muscle cars, or his truck, love me some of that. Some music on low volume, the weather’s nice, the sun's about to set. Yes, just yes. 

Or staying at his house for dinner??? I would fucking love to chill in his backyard and he’s working over at the bbq. I just know this man can cook up a mean steak. 

Damn, now I’m hungry for James AND his cooking. 

[anna-n-hetfield]

Talk Show

Request: can you do a james hetfield x actress reader where she is super famous and just got done doing a movie so now she is promoting it and she is on a talk show or something and they meet while doing the interview because they are doing the interview at the same time and all of the metallica boys are in awe because they are all a fan of hers but james gets flustered and all shy and reader gets shy and blushy too because she is also a fan of them and her and james just click and all flirty

Author’s Note: Sorry for taking so long. Writer’s block is a real thing, and then just being busy with school. I promise not excuses just explaining. Also, I just made up a handful of movies, not really sure if there was any true movie. Any resemblance to a real movie is coincidence and not purposeful.

Y/N had just finished her recent movie, and honestly she was thankful. It had taken months to do, but in her opinion it was her best work yet. Now, her managers were having her go on talk shows to promote the new movie. It was something that she had always hated. She was afraid that she would reveal too much or not enough.

There was also that other fear of them just making fun of her while she was there. There had been a few jokes about how she got such important roles so quick, ignoring the fact that she just knew what movies she would be good in and what she wouldn’t. And that her agent knew to not bother with the ones that wouldn’t put her in something worthwhile.

It also didn’t help that one of her favorite bands was also being interviewed on this set at the same time. She had been listening to Metallica since their first album which she had just heard by chance at some party. The song Seek & Destroy just took over and sucked her in.

“You’re on, Y/N,” one of the crew members said, motioning for her to follow after him.

She put on a smile and walked towards the curtain. She watched for the countdown and stepped out onto the stage. The audience was cheering as she walked over to the chairs. She let out a little gasp, seeing that the band was out already. Y/N didn’t know that she would be doing the interview with them as well.

All of the boys looked at her in awe, but her eyes landed on James who seemed to be blushing just a bit. She glanced down at her feet, suddenly shy. She had seen the videos of him and the posters, and yes, Y/N did find him attractive. But they hadn’t prepared her for what he looked like in person and what he looked like when he was blushing almost like a nervous teen.

She moved her feet just a little faster, knowing that she was slowing the flow of the show. Her nervousness and in a long gown was not a good combination. Her foot caught on the fabric and sent her flying forward.

Y/N let out a loud gasp and shot her arms out to break her fall when she felt an arm wrap around her and got her back to her feet. She looked over and saw James had caught her.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up.

James pulled his arm back to his side and smiled nervously. Almost like he didn’t know what to say. His cheeks reddened even more.

“Looks like we have some falling stars on set tonight,” the host Johnny said, motioning to the set on the other side of him.

Y/N went over and sat down. She looked at Kirk, Lars, and Jason who were all staring at her in amazement. Her almost face landing didn’t seem to phase them any. Then her eyes went back to James who was still blushing and still looking like he didn’t know what to say.

“So, Y/N, how’s that movie coming along?” the host asked, bringing the attention to her.

“Just finished up on filming the last scenes, and I have been told that it will be released in the next few months,” she replied, remembering what her manager said about the movie. Everything had to be hush, hush.

“These boys told me that they were fans of your work,” Johnny said, looking over at the members of Metallica. “And I just had to bring you out to introduce you to them.”

Y/N was surprised to say the least. She hadn’t expected any one of them to enjoy her work. They were mostly rom-coms, and she knew it was mostly for women, but she wasn’t going to judge.

“It’s an honor to know that they like my movies since I am a fan of their music,” she admitted nervously.

“You do?” Lars asked, loudly.

“I knew she was cool like that,” Kirk added on before Y/N could say anything.

She let out a nervous laugh, surprised by their excitement at her admission. She glanced over at James who was smiling so big.

“Have you ever been to one of our concerts?” James asked. There was a since of hope in his voice.

Y/N could feel Johnny’s eyes switching off between all of them so intrigued by the whole conversation, seeming to not want to step in.

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t. Honestly, never been to one,” she said, looking down at her hands.

“Miss Y/N has never been to a concert,” Johnny said loudly, looking out to the crowd in front of the stage. It was clear that he was trying to get a rise out of them.

“We’re playing tomorrow. Why don’t you come out? I’ll give you the whole behind the scenes tour,” James said, winking at her.

She blushed, not expecting that wink. But she found herself nodding, not wanting to turn this chance down. Honestly, she was wanting to see them live because all of her friends had said how amazing they sounded live.

“I’ll make sure you have fun,” James said as he blushed deeply. His words made her think that he didn’t think that she would say yes.

“I’m sure the crowd is jealous,” Johnny said, dragging the attention back to him. “But rest assured that we are going to announce that someone in the crowd is going to win two tickets to the concert at the end of the show.”

The audience cheered loudly. A few even whistled. This was something that Y/N didn’t quite enjoy during these talk shows. It was one thing for her to be on set doing a show, but she didn’t have people cheering and inspecting her every reaction.

“So, boys, what is your favorite movie of hers?” Johnny asked looking over at them.

“Uh, I think mine was The New Day,” Lars said.

“That was the first one I watched of hers, but I liked the one she did after that,” Kirk said. “Rest Of Our Lives.”

Jason smiled and said, “That was a favorite of mine as well.”

Y/N was surprised that those two movies were their favorites. She had felt that they weren’t her best, but yet it was some of the people’s favorites.

“What about you, James?” Johnny asked.

“Uh, honestly, I love them all. I always think the newest one is my favorite until the next comes out,” he said.

The rest of the boys laughed. “If he knows that she is in the movie, he will watch it,” Lars teased.

“James is the reason why we ever heard of her,” Kirk added.

Y/N blushed just as James did. It warmed her heart that he liked her movies. And the way the rest of the band made it seem like he had a crush on her was adorable because honestly she had a crush on him herself.

“Oh, I hate to say it, but it’s time for a break. When we come back, we will draw the name for who wins the tickets to Metallica’s concert tomorrow night,” Johnny said. “I would like to thank Y/N for coming, and remember to go see her new movie.”

[mustainegf]

SUMMARY: Kirk becomes obsessed in the dark allure of a certain groupie who is only interested in his fame. Despite his awareness that she's a perilous presence in his life, Kirk finds himself helplessly consumed by her magnetic and sinister charm. You can actually feel just how sorry he is, that he met Dirty Diana, because she's ruining his life. But she's like a drug and he can't escape, nor quit her.

READ FIRST: this story is obviously based off the song “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. The song is about groupies sooo. I would suggest you listen to it while reading. I left dirty Diana nameless cause I know you guys like insert stuff!!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, oral female receiving, degradation, praise, public sex

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous.

Dangerous. Viscous. I was obsessed.

Sure she was a groupie, but there was something about her that was just so alluring, so tempting.

She was everything I wasn't supposed to have. And yet I had to have her. She was young, maybe 23, but the way she looked at me made me think she was much older, maybe even more experienced than me.

She knew what she wanted. I could see it in her eyes, every time we locked gazes. She looked at me like she knew me, like we had been together before. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and no one could convince me otherwise.

I knew groupies well enough by now, they were attracted to your fame, your money, your status. I knew that all she was interested in, but that didn't cease my desire.

In fact, it made me want her more. So much more.

I needed her to prove to myself that she wasn't like the others, that she wasn't going to use me. If she was, then I wouldn't care.

I'd make her mine, even just for a night.

I Leaned against the bar top. Her face drifted through the crowd, various hues flashing over her face. I’d been watching her like this for an hour now.

She seemed harmless as she talked to those around her, laughed with them, drank with them. But she teased me with her gaze every once in a while. She watched me. I watched her.

Her gaze out of greed, mine of lust.

Her toxicity was addictive.

Her beauty lethal.

She was my poison, and I wanted to consume her.

Suddenly, she was no longer among the sea of people surrounding me. I scanned the area, searching for her. As if she sensed my search, a warm hand grazed my shoulder.

My breath caught in my throat. "Hey there, rockstar," she purred into my ear. I turned, meeting her gaze.

She looked poisonous, I begged that she'd inject me with her venom. Claim me as her own.

"Something on your mind Hammett? You've been staring," she jutted her lip out, pouting flirtatiously.

I swallowed thickly, trying to come up with the right words to say to her. "You put on a good show," I remarked, flicking my brows and taking a sip from my drink.

"Speak for yourself,"

she grinned, brushing her fingertips over my cheek before taking a seat next to me.

She set her glass down, peering back over at me.

"You've been following us around quite a bit, what's your deal, sweetheart?" I flirted back. As best I could anyways.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "My deal?" she asked with a sultry laugh. "You put on a good show." She quoted me from earlier. She was good at this.

I wondered if this was how she lured men in. This whole groupie thing wasn't as innocent as some thought. The more she spoke to me, the more my mind grew fuzzy.

She was getting to me. And damn it, she knew it. I tried my hardest not to let her affect me. To keep my head straight. But she was too beautiful. Too dangerous. How could anyone resist?

She seemed to read my thoughts as she smiled knowingly, taking another gulp from her glass.

"Maybe you can put on a good show for me?" she suggested suggestively. The idea had my cock twitching.

I was so hard, I felt like I would burst if she kept talking like that. I adjusted my jeans quickly.

"Someone's eager," I smirked at her.

The club bustled in the background, yet somehow the only thing I could hear was the echo of her voice.

"Who says I'm interested in anything you could offer?" she challenged me. A sly smile appeared on my lips. "What makes you think I'm offering?" I countered.

She stared at me intently, letting her stare linger for a long moment before she took a swig of her alcohol. "You're love-sick," she said after swallowing, patting my cheek. My cheeks went hot at the contact.

"Get better soon, lover boy." She snickered, walking off with an extra sway to her hips.

I wanted nothing more than to call her back, pull her into the shadows, and have my way with her. I needed her. No, I craved her. Like a drug.

I bolted up from my seat while I still had eyes on her, quickly following the dangerous woman.

My senses were full of lust, desire, and insatiable need for her.

All I could think about was stripping her bare, claiming her body, tasting her mouth. It was all I ever wanted. I couldn't get her out of my head. All I wanted was her.

I eventually made my way close enough to tug at her arm, dragging her back the opposite direction.

Did I want to hook up in the club bathroom? No, not exactly. But it was either that, or to keep watching her. My need was spilling over.

I wanted to feel her skin. Taste her lips. Feel her hands on me. "Change your mind lover boy?" she giggled, but didn't fight me.

In fact, she seemed pleased with herself. I wasn't going to think twice about this. There was something different about her. Something dangerous. She was bad news, but the way she was looking at me...

"Call me that again and you won't be getting what you want." I snarled, my sharp gaze stabbing at her own, fighting for dominance.

I pulled her through crowds of people, people I couldn't care less for right now. Eventually, we were just outside the bathroom doors.

I shoved it open, bringing her down the tiny hall before we were finally alone. Nobody else was in here. Thank god. Even if it was packed, that still wouldn't stop me from fucking her.

I want to go too far.

Way too far. My need for her was overpowering, my heart racing.

She was the most intoxicating drug I had ever experienced. I turned to face her, pinning her to the wall. Her dark eyes were wide and dilated, showing me her interest. I needed to make this good.

My lips wasted no time in finding hers, working at her as I peeled her promiscuous shirt off of her figure.

I reached around, undoing her bra clasp with one hand, while my other roamed her lower half, popping the button of her shorts and sliding them down her hips.

She bit my lip in response, grinding against me.

God, I loved how much she liked me. She liked that I was in a metal band, and that was it. But that didn't matter right now. I used my thumbs to push her panties down until they pooled at her feet. She kicked them away, and then, I could feast on her.

I swiftly lifted her up, spinning her around to set her down on the sink counter.

I took a step back to admire her as she spread her legs for me. She was perfect. All I wanted was her.

The only way I knew how to handle this was to get my hands on her.

"Make some noise, don't want us getting caught," I instructed her, leaning my face in between her thighs.

She moaned. And I smiled. This would do nicely. I didn't hesitate, diving in for what I really wanted.

My tongue flicked against her clit, and she gasped, clutching onto the counter, moaning loudly.

I didn't even look up to see if anyone was coming. I didn't care. All I cared about was my taste buds dancing on her delicate flower. She gripped the counter tightly, whimpering louder than I expected.

I savored the taste of her, wanting to remember it later.

"Not so confident now are we?" I taunted, nipping at her slightly, earning a twitch.

"Come on, speak up, missy," I glared up at her.

I had my hands on her thighs, and I was working my tongue like a pro. "You have a voice, use it!" I growled.

"Fuck me like you mean it. She snapped back.

I pulled my face from in between her legs, watching her with a look that might as well have been lethal. "You'll take what I give you, groupie."

She had no idea who she was dealing with. I wasn't a man you toyed with. I stood from my crouched position, forcing her to straddle my hips while still sitting propped up on the counter.

I palmed myself, letting her feel just how hard she had made me. I grabbed her hips, flipping her around until she was facing the mirror behind her.

Her ass was on full display for me as she bent over the counter.

I couldn't help but grin. God, she was perfect.

Perfect. A little too perfect. I hurried to pull my jeans down, my boxers following. My dick finally sprang free of its confines, just begging, throbbing with the need to be inside her and her only. I wrapped my arms around her waist, not being gentle as I pushed my cock deep inside her.

"Kirk!" She cried out, her head flinging forward.

"That's right, say it," I grunted, still feeling her velvety walls coating every vein on my cock.

I toyed with her clit as I began thrusting into her, forcing obscene sounds from her lips.

"Say it," I ordered again, my hands tightening around her waist. She let out a harsh scream, making me groan.

I let go, pumping into her harder, deeper, more rough. I wanted to pound into her until she felt me in every bone of her body. She fell forward onto the counter, slamming against it.

Her back arched, her body trembling from my brutal fuck. "Yes, Kirk! Yes! More!" She cried, pushing back against me. I slammed my cock deep into her again. "There you go, there's the girl I knew out there," I snickered.

Her nails dug into my skin, leaving a mark. I knew where those nails went each time she was alone. I knew what they would feel like as they dragged over my sensitive flesh. I let out an angry growl.

Not yet. "Oh, god." Her words broke me. I lost all control, falling onto the counter behind her. I fucked her hard, fast, and unapologetically. Our skin slapped together. Sweat dripped off of both our bodies.

We were a mess. Every surface of this bathroom was a mess. Everything. But I didn't care. All I could focus on was her moaning, crying, and screaming my name. It was music to my ears.

"Are you gonna cum already? You really are a slut huh?" I teased, making sure to graze her g spot a little longer.

I loved feeling her come undone under my touch. I felt powerful. Like nothing else mattered. If only that were true.

"God, Kirk!" She gasped. "Yes. I'm going to cum!"

"Good. You better not hold back with me. I'm tired of your cheap little tricks. Do it. Now." She came undone under me, bucking and shuddering around me. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her words cut through me. I didn't think it was possible, but I got even harder.

I pumped faster, harder, letting the power of her muscular walls send me spiraling. "Yessss!" She screamed, wrenching my heart out.

I was seconds away from release. "On your knees, now!" I hurried her, pulling out and stroking myself.

She immediately spun around, her knees hurting the floor as her mouth fell open.

I set the tip of my length on her tongue allowing myself to finally cum.

I erupted, spilling my seed down her throat.

"Swallow it, You fucking slut." I barked out. The words barely left my lips before she was complying. She swallowed everything I gave her, and then some.

"Good girl," I cooed, grinning down at the helpless girl. Her snarky facade had been lifted, at least for now.

"Such a good little thing," I shook my head with a scoff, watching her swallow the last of me.

I admired her smeared beauty. Her makeup just slightly smudged, her hair rustled from the sex.

And her eyes, evil. I knew what I was getting into doing this.

She licked my sensitive tip a few times before standing up to meet my gaze.

She looked like she could eat me alive, stalk, haunt, possess me.

I'd be her victim. It didn't matter.

[lvst4lifee]

KINKTOBER 2023!!

i wont be doing full 30 days and i will be starting on the seventh, i have a list of who and what ⬇️ but may end up posting more. Also feel free to ask for a person + kink and i will post for it IF i have time or switch one.

idea credit: (not doing all obvi but i chose from it, not sure where this person post bc i saw a repost but yeah creds to them)

and now finally....

10.7: (langire, body worship) KIRK HAMMETT (1/3)

includes: fem body worship, love, sex with feelings, creampies, multiple orgasms, praise and degration.

10. 11: (face sitting) IZZY STRADLIN (1/2)

includes: face sitting, no touch orgasm, Multiple orgasms, cum eating, possibly more...

10. 14: (loss of virginity) IZZY STRADLIN

includes: reader!virginity loss, gental sex, tad bit of blood.

10.17: (rough/sadistic sex) KIRK HAMMETT

includes: crying, slight biteing, overstim, male dom, spanking, choking, spiting, edging, teasing, possibly more.....

10.21: (size kink) JAMES HETFEILD

includes: size difference kink, rough, bj, face fucking, creampie after creampie, squirting

10. 31: (horror,size dif) KIRK HAMMETT:

includes: sorta horror themed, vampy kirk, mega biteing kink, size diff kink, possibly more...

so i may not be posting these 100% on time bc i just got really fucking sick and idk if i'll be able to wright while i feel like this. I am getting meds sent to my house tonight hopefully that works and i can write.

!!IGNORE SPELLING MISTAKES TO SICK TO EDIT!!

[slashsslutx]

Introduction

Name : Jackson , Lithium [ Nicknames include: Lithi, Lith . ]

Pronouns : He/she , fem and masc terms work, but I am a guy.

<3 : GNF'R, Nirvana, Rock in general, The Outsiders, Ralph Macchio movies.

What I will write:

Fluff

Smut [ No shit, pedophillia, incest, etc. ]

Angst

Who I will write:

Guns N' Roses

Nirvana - No smut for Kurt Cobain, I will write fluff and angst, but no smut.

Metallica

Mötley Crüe

Def Leppard

Steel Panther

I don't know, literally almost any rock/metal bands 😭😭😭

I have a life outside of tumblr, so requests may be slow. I also might not do some for comfort reasons, please understand this.

Feel free to request, unless otherwise stated.

[amayalul]

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

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

[thecr0wthatjamz]

Introduction Post

What You Can Find In This Post

-General Information

-What I Write

-Requests & How To Request

-How To Chat With Me

General Information

Hey! My name is Crow!

I use he/him pronouns and I am proudly bisexual!

I love playing bass and I love metal. My top bands at the moment are Metallica, Slipknot, Cradle Of Filth, Pink Floyd, and Slayer! Among many others, of course. Those are just my top five.

What I Write

Typically I really only write Metallica oneshots (at the moment). I also do Metallica headcanons!

I really just want to keep it at x reader fics for the moment since they’re rarely requested on Ao3 (where I normally write).

However! I will write for any gender of reader! So for example it could be Jason Newsted x Trans Male!Reader, Dave Mustaine x Nonbinary!Reader, and so on and so forth!

I will write fluff, smut, angst, a combination of any of them. You name it and I will try!

Requests & How To Request

So for requests, try to keep it one at a time. I don’t care how many requests you do overall, but at the moment, I just want one at a time so that each individual ask can be in each individual post.

If you want a specific word count (ex; 2500-4000 words), you have to specify. If you want a specific word minimum (ex; 500 words minimum), you have to specify.

If you want specifically fluff, smut, and/or angst, you have to specify what you want.

If you want a specific gender, you have to specify (otherwise, I will make them gender neutral).

If you want to request something, just put it in my ask box. Since I’m still fairly new to actually using this app besides browsing, if you have issues putting it in the ask box, just DM me and specify if you want the ask to be anonymous.

How To Chat With Me

You can chat with me about anything but stick to Tumblr or message me on Discord at b1rd_br41n#2028 and specify how you found me. I am more active on Discord.

With that out of the way, have fun and enjoy requesting!

[munsonshair]

IM SO PROUD OF JOE AWHHHHHH🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[caxde]

dazed and confused | eddie munson x reader

summary you work on Hawkin's music shop, and Eddie is a regular costumer. Your friends (Steve and Robin mostly) help you to gain confidence and flirt with him.

word count: 8.1k (i think is the longest oneshot ive ever done, yikes)

warnings fem!reader (but i think i didn't use pronouns so u know ;) ), fluff, like lots of fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, use and metion of beer and cigarretes. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

“You might actually have fun” He said for the millionth time, following you around as you restock the shelves. 

“Oh, I dunno Harrignton.” You answer, glancing quickly at him. “Doubt I’ll do.” You remark, keeping track of what you needed to get from the back, you counted and scribbled down on your little notebook. 

“C’mon, just a couple hours, if you’re not having fun I’ll drive you back home myself.” You were getting slightly annoyed at him now, he could have chosen any day to come and mess around at your job, but as it turned out, Saturday was your busiest day, and it was release week for a lot of musicians, December approaching as it were. 

“Dude, seriously, you can come in here and annoy me, but please not today?” You begged as you walked behind the counter, leaving him waiting as you disappeared for a few seconds crouching down at the boxes and picking up a promotional poster that you begged your manager would let you keep. 

“If I leave, will you agree to come?” You scoff away at his question and the only response you received was him messing his hair up. 

“Why do you insist on me to come?” You demand, daggers shooting away at him. “Take Robin! Robin loves parties.” You say, truly meaning it, hoping he would listen to you. 

“Robin finally has a date!” He announces as a proud father, and you almost drop all the vinyls you were holding. 

“Shit! Really?” You ask with your face in complete glee, a smile growing in between your cheeks. 

“Yeah! Vickie asked her after she dumped that blonde dude, so, I need a wing-woman!” He explains, almost screaming even if you can tell he was aiming for a whisper, he was so excited it got to the best of him. 

“Why though?” You still didn’t understand why he wanted you there. 

“Okay, jesus…” He finally admits, sounding defeated as he walks behind you, you needed to restock more vinyls in the rock and metal section. “Nance is gonna be there… And… You know…” 

“Oh…” You said as you realized that he needed a little push to get the one that got away back. “Wait, didn’t Nancy dump you at a party?” You demand as you walk back to the section and start organizing the pressed music into different artists. 

“Well yeah, thought it would be kinda nice to-'' He cuts himself off, shaking his head and locking eyes with you. “Please?” 

“Jesus Christ….” At that moment he knew you had agreed, and his smile grew bigger. “Yeah, ‘kay, but you owe me, like… big time!” You shout at him, finger raised and everything, he smiled and nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up a six-pack or whatever you wanna.” He says as he’s leaving. 

“Or you could actually buy something for once!” You scream at him, too far away to actually hear anything you’re saying to him. “Asshole” You mutter under your breath. 

Keeping your brain focused on the task at hand, you looked at the bands that you had in front of you, Deep Purple, Iron Maiden, Metallica and Led Zeppelin. Your finger tapped the last one’s cover, thinking if you needed to get more stocked. And how in love you were with the last album. You were gonna buy yourself a copy as soon as you could. So you took a little bit longer to actually put them together, making sure everything looked nice and was easy to find, as you spin rapidly to get back to the counter, your body slams into someone else’s. 

“Shit, sorry!” You say as you look up at this boy’s face. You froze on the spot. 

“S’okay, wasn’t looking.” He says, grabbing your arm, pushing you back , looking at you, making sure you are okay. His brown eyes looking directly at yours. Long curly hair framing them. “You okay?” He asks, inclining his head slightly to the right. 

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Great. Um, if you need help with anything…” You stumble as you talk, you have only seen him from afar, never actually spoke to him, you didn’t even know his name. Only thing you knew was this, he came every Thursday and looked if you had anything new, so it was shocking to see him on a Saturday . 

He didn’t talk much when he checked the things off, biting his lower lip, he would nod and search for the money you asked for. 

“Actually, do you have the um… Perfect Strangers cassette? You know it’s-” You feel bad from cutting him up, but you get excited for a second. 

“Deep Purple? Yeah!” You say, happy to help him, he smiles at you and you can’t help your face as you copy his expression. “Great album…” You whisper as you relook at the shelves.

“Yeah, I Know, I lent it to a friend, and I don’t think I'll ever get it back, so…” He explains, as he follows you, you chuckle at his explanation as you nod. 

“Happened to me with Mötley Crue’s Too Fast For Love '' You say to him, at which you see him smile to himself. “Aha!” You let out as you see the little cassette, you point your feet to reach when you feel him behind you, arm higher than yours, chest closer than before, your cheeks growing red at an alarming rate as he grabs it before you, and you look up at his hand, three silver rings decorating his fingers. 

“I got it” He says, once you turn to him. He smiles as he messes with his hair, and when he realizes that he’s a little too close to you for a stranger, takes an apologetic step back, and signals you to go first, bowing his head low. You whisper a thanks as you walk to the register. 

“Do you… Um.. want anything else… uh..?” You ask, hopping he introduces himself, so you can stop referring to him in your head as hellfire boy 

“Um, Eddie.” He says, you smile as you hear his name, he does the same as he looks at you. 

“Do you need anything else, Eddie?” You ask, cheeks flushed pink and a smile on your face. 

“No, no, that’ll be it.” He says, searching for his wallet in his back pocket. You nod, and as you grab a little bag for his cassette, you leave a Deep Purple patch in the bag, a little gift for him. 

“Okay then, here you go.” He left a ten dollar bill and before you could give him the change he gestures a no with his head, smiling as he does so. 

“Keep the change, and thank you.” He says grabbing the bag, giving you one last look. 

“See you!” You say. 

“Yeah, see you.” He says, as you watch him leave, biting your lower lip containing your excitement. 

-

You were retouching your make-up in the passenger's seat, nervously fussing as you tried to apply mascara over the speed bumps. 

“Jesus Harrigton! Don’t wanna poke my eye out.” You say to him, as he slows down for once. 

“Sorry!” He says again. “Don’t know why you’re so nervous now…” He says under his breath, stopping at a red light, at which you take advantage of and draw in your waterline, black. 

“S’nothing.” You mumble, evidently lying. You can feel his questioning stare and you chuckle. “What?” 

“Someone’s happy…” He teases, as he leaves the red light you see him smiling at himself. “Oh… did he finally talk to you?” He says teasing you. 

“I don’t know who you’re talking about…” You whisper, dismissing his tone and smudging your eyeliner a bit, playing with your hair next. 

“Oh come on! I saw him in the shop eyeing you!” He says, you can’t help but smile.

“Damn it Steve!” You confess in between laughs. He parks his car as you continue. “He did… he’s nice..” You admit, playing with your ring nervously as you wait for him to stop the car. 

“Did you… I dunno, introduce yourself? Ask for his number? Flirt a little?” he keeps teasing you as he leaves the car, six-pack on his left hand. You slam the door shut as you let out air. 

“I panicked, only got his name…” 

“God you’re bad at this.” He chuckles, as he gives you an opened beer bottle. 

“Welp, you are supposed to teach me so…” You tease back, taking a quick sip. 

“Fuck off…” He says, opening one for himself, walking up to the noisy house. 

“I did give him a little gift, and he tipped, so maybe he’ll remember me next time…” You say looking at the floor, drinking a little bit more. Getting more nervous as you saw more and more people hanging about the place you were going. 

“Sure he will, you’re unforgettable!” He says sarcastically. You show him your tongue in a teasing response. 

It really wasn’t your scene, corny music, people making-out as soon as you opened the door could be seen, you really wished Robin was here, so you could speak to someone when Steve inevitably disappeared with somebody else. He walked to the kitchen and you followed him, you could see him searching for her, and you couldn’t resist but to tease him, whispering loverboy to his ear, he playfully punched you. But as soon as he saw her, he was left speechless. 

“You really like her, huh?” you asked him, eyes in the opposite direction. 

He nodded as he looked at you. You smiled, happy to keep watch in the kitchen. 

“Go!” You said to him, he moved his head no and looked at the ground, playing nervously with his hair. 

“No, no– I ah… Leave you alone?” he mumbled as he tried to keep his cool. 

“It is okay Steve.” you reassured him. “You go talk to Nance, I’ll make sure the beer is drinkable.” You say to him ironically, he chuckled and muttered a thank you to you as he left. 

You nodded at the two idiots. 

You knew Nancy still liked him, so you enjoyed seeing the two idiots in love talking to each other, from afar. It was also fun to tease him back. 

So you did as you promised, you stayed put with a drink in your hand, and when it finished, you refilled, holding onto hope that Steve won’t be long, and proven mistaken when twenty minutes pass. You grew bored of Bowie’s music, not that you didn’t like “The Rise and Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars” but you had been playing that for two weeks over at the shop, courtesy of his new movie he starred in, and you just needed a break. As you searched for a distraction, you saw an abandoned packet of Camel on the kitchen counter, jackpot. 

You could smoke it right there, but some fresh air would keep you more refreshed and awake. 

So you stumbled your way across, walking through the maze of drunken people, or couples grossly making-out. Hopefully, the back door was open and nobody was blocking it, so you could breath in the cold air, your beat up cropped Zeppelin shirt wasn't that much help against the cold, but you didn’t seem to mind, it actually felt kind of nice, to be able to feel the warmth the cigarette left in your fingers. 

Red cup in one hand, cigarette in the other, you looked out at the yard, and almost dropped them both. 

He was here. And he was looking curiously at you. He smiled as he waved to you, and you did the same, dragging the smoke out of your fingers, and as you see him approaching you can’t help but mutter shit to yourself. 

“Hey” He says, lips parted from the cold, rosy cheeks for the same motive contrasting his pale skin. 

“He-hey” You mutter, readjusting your voice, since it’s been a while since you spoke out loud. 

“What are you doing here?” he says, hugging himself, leather sleeves poking out of his jean vest. 

“I, um. A friend needed some luck…” You say vaguely, not believing that he was actually speaking to you, and not really caring why he actually was doing so. 

“Oh, he around?” He said, looking behind you, moving his head around, your eyes fixated in his neck. 

“Ah, no. He left with the girl a while ago. Hopefully he actually gets lucky this time…” You say more to yourself than to him, at which you catch him chuckle, and you smile in replay. And you can’t help but look at him again. You get lost in his chest, more importantly, in a newly stitched up patch, he notices you looking at it and smiles at you. 

“Found it in a bag…” He says looking at you, grin in his face. “Thank you, for it.” He continued. 

“Thought you might like it.” You admit, your cheeks were getting warmer, despite the cold that surrounded you. 

“I do, thank you stranger.” He said, as he winked at you, you nodded, words failing you in that moment. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“What you drinking?” he asks, reaching for the cup, and you let him take a sip of it, sight locked in his lips. “Mmh, nice.” He says, getting closer to you, offering his arm. “Wanna get more?” he asks. At which, you take his arm and head inside, not really believing that it was really happening, or what was actually going on. 

-

“Enough about my date! I wanna hear about yours!” Robin’s voice comes through the speaker of your telephone, you laugh in shock. 

“What date?” You ask, and for whatever reason she laughs at the question. 

“Oh come on” She says, ironically, you can tell she’s moving her head side to side. “Steve told me you weren’t alone when he came down” She whispers, and your hand reaches your eyes, shame in your heart. 

“God dammit Robs… He’s so nice… And it wasn’t a date, ‘cus a date would mean that he asked me out, which he hasn’t, and honestly, I think he was just trying to be nice ‘cus stupid Steve left me alone with people I don’t really know.” She was laughing again, you were getting flustered at the memory of him. 

“Or maybe, he wanted to get to know you, you know?” 

“I dunno… Don’t wanna create expectations and then…” 

“Yeah, yeah…” She finishes for you. “Well, tomorrows a Thursday, so maybe you’ll see him again?” She asks with teasing in her tone. 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

-

It had been months since you had such calmness in the store. So much so, you were the only one working today, could choose the background music, and since everything was clean, stocked and organized, you could just enjoy the moment.

 Perfect stillness. 

So you crouched down to the little crate that you hide behind the counter labeled workers shit. You roamed through it, hoping to find something that would catch your eye, passing from album to album, admiring every cover art, because you quite literally had nothing else to do. As you emerged back up, you had a dilemma in front of you, and you let your head rest in your hands as you looked down at both albums. Rumors by Fleetwood Mac was an exceptional album, you had no doubt about it, but… Led Zeppelin’s self titled one was eyeing you. 

“Where to start, where to start…” You sang to yourself as you thought, completely lost in possibility. 

So it really shouldn’t surprise anyone, that his voice surprised you enough to jump as he spoke, making you both laugh. 

“No music?” He said before you jumped, and after a quick chuckle and apology he continued. “Sorry, I meant… You always have music playing.” he came back, and with him, your pink cheeks and nervousness. 

“I.. Well yeah, but I usually just agree to whatever my colleague wants, and I almost never have the choice so now I don’t really know what to start with…” You explain to him, fast, almost rumbling as he smiles at you, big brown eyes looking tenderly as he does so. 

His hands find their way over the counter, close enough to yours to make you unconsciously bite your lower lip, as your eyes follow them up. Hands, wrists, arms, shoulders, neck, long hair, eyes. His head looked down, as his fingers moved to grab the album on the left, focused as he read what they had inside, while the only thing you could actually focus on were the veins in his arms. 

“Didn’t think you liked Fleetwood…” He mumbled, you leaned closer, without really thinking about what your body was doing. 

“Well, Steveie’s voice… She truly is magic.” You whisper, more to you than to him. He lights up as his eyes meet yours, smiles in both your faces. 

“Wouldn’t really know…” He confesses, pulling his body closer, forearms resting atop of the counter, whispering to you. “Haven’t really given them an opportunity…” He says, eyes travelling from your eyes, to your lips and neck. Even if you were nervous about having him that close, you were so happy to be able to talk to him about music! of all things… You were just really enjoying the moment. 

“Well, you gotta.” You replay with a shy smile, your eyes completely lost in his. He nods as he taps the vinyl. 

“You got ‘em in cassette?” He asks, and as you nod you pull back a bit, looking at your shelf. You had it saved in case someone called <<Lauren>> would pick it up, but it's been three months and she hadn’t, so you decide to rip the post-it off and throw it in the thrash. You feel his sight locked on your back, and that might be why you move slower, or why your waist turns more than it needs to. 

“There you go.” 

“Thanks.” He says, reaching for his wallet. You put your hand forward, signaling a no with your head as you smiled softly at him. 

“On me.” You say, pushing the little plastic box to him. He smiles as he reaches for it, fingers touching yours, electricity between both of you. 

“You don’t have to…” He says, still holding it, brushing your index finger, eyes still locked with yours. 

“I want to.” You reassure him. 

He nods, and mutters a thank you. You look at him as he starts to leave and you go back to the vinyl, taking it out of its envelope, when you hear his sneakers turning around. 

“When do you get off?” 

“8.30.” You replay, shocked at the question. 

“You’ve got plans?” 

“No” 

“Wanna come to The Hideout?” He says, and you could swear he was the one getting flushed. “My uh… My band plays there at 9.30” He adds, your smile grows bigger. “We usually do it on Tuesdays and its a smaller crowd, but he got an offer to play today.” He says excitedly, rumbling like you do. “You can tell your friends” You can see him getting nervous, just like you did when he first approached you. “Or you know-” 

You cut him off. 

“I’ll be there.”

-

“So, it is a date?” Robin said once you arrived at the small bar. 

“No, I mean I don’t think so…” You replay, your eyebrows furrowed, as you looked at her smiling, teasing face. 

“But he did ask you?” She continues, with the same tone. 

“Well, yeah, but… y’know, a date is like, only two people, and you talk to the other person, and get to know them, right?” You try to rationalize, as you ask for help by looking at her. “I mean, he probably was just being nice, or… or friendly? Like, y’know, I gave him a tape so he invited me and a friend to come around…so technically… not a date?” She didn’t give you an answer, she just shrugged her shoulders and laughed, heading to the entrance of said bar, you followed her, not any calmer, not one bit. 

“Or he just wanted to show off, leave you impressed and then ask you out.” She says as you reach the actual bar, and as you push her shoulder in a friendly punch, she stumbles into a blonde girl you can’t really see, so you apologise, until you see Robin’s smile grow bigger in her face. “Well hello…” She muttered. 

“Hey cutie.” Vickie. You smiled at the sight of them, pure adoration between their eyes. They took a bit of time to eye one another until they remembered you were there, and you couldn’t help but laugh at them. 

“God, you two are cute…” You say, as they giggle back at you. “Do you idiots in love want anything?” 

“Nah” 

“We’re good, thank you!” Vickie says, finally looking at you, at which you nod. 

You walked back to the bar, glancing at your friend, and a smile on your face. You were incredibly happy for her, she had been patient, and she deserved it more than anyone, and Vickie seemed so nice…

“Waddu want, sweetie?” The bartender's voice snaps you back into reality, and you quickly look at him. 

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” He nods, and so do you. “Um, just a beer, please?” You say, maybe a bit too low you realize, but he seemed to understand you just fine. You reached into the inside of your jacket pocket, and once you had your wallet in your hand and looked at the man handing you the beer he shakes his head no. 

“Already taken care of, sweetie.” He says, pointing at Eddie on the stage, waving hello at you. You blush a little bit as you salute him with the bottle, mouthing a small cheers to him, and he smiles back with a thumbs up.

“Thank you” You say to the bartender, and he nods in response. You walk back to your friends as you check the time on your wrist, it was about to start. “Hey, d’you wanna get closer?” They both nod, and you march on, and surprisingly, and even if the venue wasn’t that big, it was packed tonight, so you decided to stay in the third row, where you could be more comfortable, and still have room to dance. 

“Oh shit, almost forgot.” Robin said, grabbing your elbow. “Steve gave me back your camera, says it should work now.” You smile as a thank you. The kids had begged you to trust them with this project, and hopefully they did a good job. 

“Is it loaded?” You ask, eyeing Eddie in the shadows. Light still not on. Robin nodded in response and you got back to admiring him. 

When the lights did finally light up, you were amazed. His arms were in full display, tattoos visible, and so were his veins, as he grabbed his guitar with force. The light bounced around his skin, making him look more defined than you had ever seen him. Just some hours ago you had seen him, but truly never like this. He ditched his usual Hellfire shirt, and wore a black button up, held together by the last button, so the red light that the stage had travelled down his chest, and what was worse, he was smiling. He was smiling directly at you. 

So you spent the rest of the gig taking pictures of him, as he looked at you, and on occasions, Robin photographed you smiling at him. 

-

“You really are their mom, huh?” You tease Steve as he hangs around the counter, waiting for the lunch club to actually pick what they want. 

“Shuddup.” He says, slightly annoyed, a smile on his face as he looks back at them. “And I prefer being called a babysitter, thank you so much.” He answers, nodding his head, making his hair bop up and down. 

“Okay… Babysitter Harrington…” He scoffs with a short laugh, as do you. You look down at the photos again, the kids developed them for you and you were in awe. And yeah, they had a million questions that you avoided. 

“So…?” 

“What?”

“Oh come on, you're smiling at them!” Steve points as he says so, grabbing one of the photos that shows a very happy you looking at him on the stage. 

“It’s nothing” You mumble, trying to not give it any importance, covering them with a piece of paper. 

“Oh, fuck off. You might be able to bullshit Henderson or Wheeler but not me.” He declares, looking at you. You could tell that he won’t stop annoying you until you open your mouth. “And besides, Robin told me some things. I mean she was more focused on the whole Vickie of it all, but y’know” 

“Yeah, I know. They really look happy Steve…” He asks you to continue with a raised eyebrow. “I just don’t wanna make a fool out of myself. He was just being nice. Not a date. Just him inviting me to his little gig.” As you say that you can’t help but recall him, in the stage, absolutely adoring the applause and praise he got, and how he soaked the light red up, making him look angelic and demonic at the same time. 

“Look, maybe he does want to ask you out, but he's too shy to do so?” He asks, looking at you, reassuring with a little tap on your shoulder. “Like you…” 

He gets interrupted by a little curly haired kid wearing a snapback. 

“You guys talking ‘bout Eddie?” Dustin asks, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Hello to you too kid.” You answer in return. “What is it gonna be Henderson?” You ask, in your customer service voice as he hands you over a little tape. “Huh, didn’t take you for an Iron Maiden fan Dustin.” You say as you scan it.

“Well…” He starts to explain as he reaches for his pocket. “It’s actually a present, y’know, an end of campaign gift for our DM.” He says excited, as he raises his eyebrows. 

“Oh, nice.” You smile back at him. “Sure he’ll like it.” You reassure him, even if you didn’t understand a word that came out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, Eddie said he loves this band!” Mike adds up, having found his way into the conversation, with another tape in his hand. 

“Oh, Eddie the um…?” They all nod, knowing what you were going to ask. “He actually already has this one…” You say with an apologetic look in your face. 

“Shit. You sure?” Dustin asks.

“Yeah, he ordered Somewhere In Time two weeks ago, and paid for it, he’ll probably come and collect it today or tomorrow.” You say as you turn the monitor to the kids, who stare with awe at the amount of data collected. 

“You keep track of him?” Mike asks, accusing you of something. 

“What? No.” You spit back at him. “I’m just good at my job.” You say as you stick your tongue out at him. “You could get him some uh… Black Sabbath, y’know?” You ask as the two little kids nod at you. You take a second to run to the back of the store and grab some of the ones that you still had to restock. “So one Seventh Star to go.” You say as you hand it to them, who look incredibly nervous now. “What? I can give you guys more options if your not-” 

They cut you off as they snatch the tape out of your hands and throw the bill at you as they run out of the store. 

“Who raised you?” You ask more to yourself than anyone else, as you're left there, in awe and shock, looking at Steve for some answers. 

“Your boy just got in.” He says as he nods to him, who was heading to the hard-rock section. “See ya!” He says as he runs to reach the little kids. 

You’re left alone and feeling completely speechless. Asking yourself a million questions about what has just really happened, but too focused on getting your job actually done, even if you were just distracted. 

So you recovered the box in the back with everything that you had to restock, being interrupted by a soft smiling Eddie standing at the counter, tapping along at the song that’s playing in the background. 

“Hey Eddie.” You salute him, shyly, leaving the box on the counter. 

“Hey stranger.” He said back, a smile growing bigger. 

“I’ve got your tape, hold on.” You say as you look for it on your shelf. 

“No rush.” He says, locking his eyes in you, watching patiently as you head back, and he really was looking at every detail of you, from the way that you walk to the way that your hair moved as you did so. He was blushing now. 

When you come back with it, you find him with the photo that Steve had in his hand, smiling as he looks at it, looking back at a very flustered you. 

“Oh…” Is the only thing that you manage to say. 

“You look good…” He mutters, with a whisper of a voice. 

“I um… thanks!” You answer, not really sure what to do next. So you leave the tape down and uncover the rest of the photos. “I took some of you and… Robin, well, the tall girl that was with me also took some and uh well… Wasn’t gonna really show them to you ‘cause they're kinda bad but-” He cuts your rambling with a chuckle as he looks at all of them. 

He’s smiling with his teeth, blushing and stroking them softly, his ring decorated fingers passing through them. 

“They are good. You make me look amazing.” He praises you. 

“Well, you are.” You say before realizing what you were actually saying. 

Once you did, your face was warmer and for sure showing colors. 

He smiles and you do the same, with a soft laugh as your eyes lock once again, his body resting completely on the counter now, dreamily looking at you, back and forth between your eyes and your lips. 

“Thank you…” He says, grabbing the tape. A moment of silence, not awkward but comfortable, is shared between the two of you. “What is… what’s this song?” He asks, and you're left in shock. 

“You gotta know T.Rex…” You say back to him, as you see how he shyly moves his head no, burying his face in his hands in shame. “Eddie!” 

“I’m sorry! I don’t…” He says back at you, biting his lower lip. 

“Oh come on… D’you know, Jeepster?” No he lets you know. “Okay, how about um…Sinister Purpose by Creedence Clearwater Revival?” No again. “Jesus… Led? You know Led Zeppelin?” 

“Yeah, I know them.” You sigh in relief. 

“Dazed and Confused?” You ask him, it being your favourite song. 

“I kinda feel like that, yeah.” The palm of your hand reaches your face in frustration. 

“It’s a song…” You whisper, as you chuckle and he laughs as he apologises. “My favourite actually.” 

“Then I’m sure it’s a good one.” 

“That’s not enough!” You let him know, flustered in all kinds of ways. “D’you know what, I’ll make you a tape, so you can actually know them, and maybe you’ll like them.” You say as you get lost in him for a second too long. 

“Okay then, but, you’ll listen to it with me.” 

“Okay, sure.” 

“Grate, pick you up tomorrow when you close.” He says as he leaves with the new Iron Maiden tape under his hand. 

And it suddenly dawns on you, that did sound like a date. 

-

Finally, the last lady left the store. 

And the usual relief that you were used to feel when closing time came around, became a weird excitement. 

So, as a distraction or a routine, you did what you usually did once you were left to your own devices. Change the sign to closed, dial the volume up, and sing at the top of your lungs as you sweep the shop. 

You would normally have to do inventory and whatnot, but your co-worker Carla had already, she even closed the register, begging you to let her go early because she had a hot date. Of course you said yes, not wanting to tell her that you might have one too. 

Because, as usual, you were looking at Eddie’s proposition practically. 

You had gifted him a Deep Purple Patch, so he was nice to you at the party. 

You had given him a tape and he invited you to see him in The Hideout. (And bought you a beer) 

You had offered to make him a tape with your favourite songs and he said he wanted you there when he heard them. 

So technically, he was just being nice. 

But then again, people that are just friends don’t really do things he did. 

Steve and you were just friends, and he never drank from your cup. Eddie did. 

Robin and you were just friends, and she had never blushed when you complimented her. Eddie did. 

Steve and you were just friends, and he never made you blush so much your face became like a tomato. Eddie did. 

You grew frustrated of making stupid lists in your head, so you really tried to focus on what you were actually doing, to little to no use. 

So you focused on the lyrics, mumbling along them, screaming the occasional phrase that you enjoyed, dancing around and using the broom as if it were your personal microphone stand. 

So when you heard a little laugh, you jumped, almost falling to the ground. Broom touching it. 

Eddie had sneaked in, and had surely enjoyed the little show you had going on, dancing around not really caring, and he laid there, standing close to the entrance door smiling at you. 

“Sorry!” He said, with an apologetic gesture. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It’s alright! I was just um…” 

“Dancing” He finishes, resting his weight on a shelf, arms crossed in his chest, looking you up and down as you squad down to retrieve the fallen object. You nod with your cheeks pink, not really knowing what to say next, a comfortable silence, broken by his voice once again. “You need help?” 

“Oh, um.. no don’t worry, it’s just this corner I’ve got left.” You say to him, really trying not to get distracted by the way his arms look, tensed up, with his veins showing as his sleeves got caught up in his upper forearms. “I do have to go backdoor and grab my coat but it’s a second.” You say, as you smile wilde at him. He nods as he starts walking to the counter. 

“I got it.” He says. Before you can tell him not to bother, he’s already in the back rummaging through as you hear him humming to himself.

You try to finish your work before he gets out, and for whatever reason, maybe he’s distracted by the amount of unreleased material you guard, or maybe in a more mundane manner, he is just truly admiring your jacket, and picturing you wearing as he has seen multiple times from afar, he does just that, finding you in the back of the counter, turning the computer off and turning the stereo off, making sure you were missing nothing. 

His hands travel to your waist, squeezing it softly, his cold hands in contact with your warm skin, you feel the tingle that the goosebumps leave your skin, electricity flying between both of you.

You turn around surprised, almost tripping over him in a flustered reaction, you let out a soft moan that escapes your soft lips. He smirks as he sees you, close to his body, and your chest agitated, in contrast to his calm demeanor. 

“Your jacket” He whispers, lips to your ear as you turn to look at him, before you’re locking eyes to one another. 

“Th-thanks.” You manage to say, not knowing how to ask, being this close to him. 

-

If you were being honest, you had pictured his home a million times, each of it different to the last one, but you would have never guessed just how perfect it was for him. 

A small trailer, fit with the strangest things that suited him. 

A collection of mugs lives in the walls of the entrance, decorating the yellow walls, T.V turned off. 

You were focused on the, each one different to the next, they didn’t seem to be in any particular order, but in an organized chaos that fitted him in an incredible manner. 

“Those are Wayne’s mugs.” He says, as he watches you with a smirk in his face, as you admire them. 

“They’re fun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many mugs together.” He laughs as he looks at you once again, his sight lost in your figure and the way your body moves, standing finally in his living room. 

You fidget with the tape as you look around, not sure where to sit or where to go, your body relaxes as you see him come closer to you, beer in hand offering it to you. 

You nod as you take it, happy for the drink, excited for the company. 

“If you wanna, I can bring the stereo here, I usually keep it in my room ‘cus Wayne finds it annoying but…” He shakes his head as he’s rumbling, eyes moving back, from the floor to you. “Whatever you find more comfortable I don’t wanna uh…” You smile back at him, relating to his rumbling. 

You find that he’s not as intimidating as he shows to the world, you see his soft side, not really wanting to really push you into anything that would make you feel slightly uncomfortable or awkward or whatever that is the contrary of safe. 

So you nod, as you lock eyes. 

“I’m sure it's heavy, we can just go there, door open…” You say, letting him know your boundary for tonight. 

He guides you to his room, an organized mess lies before you. A big hand-sprayed Corroded Coffin banner hanging from one wall, multiple posters, some you recognized from your own walls at work, some laid in your own room, a desk full of various things, from ashtrays (full and almost empty in rotation), to a mechanic’s manual lay around. 

“Kinda messy, sorry…” He says, as he catches you looking around, amazed.

“No, actually… Kinda pictured you in a room like this.” You replay, playing with the tape in between your fingers, tapping it nervously. 

Looking down at it, you realize you clearly had a favourite band. Side A being filled with different bands, while the whole of Side B is just filled exclusively with Led Zeppelin.

You're getting embarrassed that he might hate it. 

“You okay?” He asks as he notices you, frozen in the spot, looking down at the mixtape. 

“Uh, yeah… Sorry… Just realized this might be shit.” You say, apologetically, raising your shoulders up. 

He moves his head no as he smiles at you, approaching as his teeth show, hair brushing his cheeks. 

“You’re overthinking.” He says, touching your fingers as he grabs the tape, spending more time than he needed to in doing so, enjoying your touch and the warmth you leave in his skin. 

The closeness doesn’t make you nervous, or produces butterflies, it actually calms you down. You feel as if he is a safe-space, not a reason for your anxiety to run through, and as you realize this, you can’t help your lips to widen your smile, eyes locked in his touch. 

“Is this one of yours?” He asks as he flips the tape, the cover was one of the photos you took on his gig. Him. Standing in all his glory. Low cut black shirt framing his torso, tattoos poking out. His eyes looking directly at the camera, directly at you. As he smiles, guitar in his hand. 

“Yeah, thought you might like it…” You see as he nods, a pink colour creeping in his cheeks. 

“You really make me look like a Rockstar…” He whispers back, as he moves to the stereo, and you clock three various sized amps in his room, so you giggle a little at the sight of them, he turns to you, tape still in his hand. “What?” He asks with glee in his face. 

“Am I gonna go deaf with…?” You ask as you point to them, he shakes his head no as he looks at them, chuckling as he does so. 

“Ah, no… No. They’re ah, one’s for the gigs, the big one is. The middle one has something that’s broken inside but it makes this cool reverb effect so we sometimes use it when we’re messing around, y’know.” He begins to explain, excitedly as he points and walks over to each one of them, smiling brightly at you. “And this little boy is the one that I actually use for the stereo. I mean it's smaller but it sounds amazing…” He says as he slaps it with a familiarity of having done this a thousand times. Maybe when it doesn’t work that well you think. 

So you nod, as you take a sip of the beer, sitting down in his bed, comfortable sheets to your touch. 

Sinister Purpose filled the room. 

The bass line that you adored made you move your head up and down at a very surprised yet attentive Eddie. You could see how his brain was centered in the lyrics as his hand tapped along his tight, mimicking what accords were  being used. 

And you did what you could never help yourself to stop. You whispered the words, coming in and out of song, enjoying it, maybe a little too much. 

“Sinister Purpose…Knocking at your door… Come and take my hand…” You continued as it was finishing. Enjoying the final riff, relaxing into his bed, taking another sip. He walked right where you were. Sitting next to you, clinging the bottles before he sips his own. 

“Not my usual, but it's a fun one.” He says, as you smile at him, nodding to his words. 

“I know but shuush, T.Rex’s coming!” You say excitedly. Tapping your hands to the rhythm

Jeepster was now playing, and you used your beer bottle as if it were a mic, fooling around making him laugh, once he learned the chorus, he would match your words, messing around with you. Swinging both of your heads, laughter filling the room. 

He didn’t know the first part of the verse, so he would shut up, looking, or in a better match of words, adoring you as you delight him. 

“The wild winds blow… upon your frozen cheeks… The way you flip your hip… it always makes me weak!” You start, and you see him smiling, as he mumbles the next lyrics, not really following along with the rhythm, even if your ring is marking it against the glass bottle. 

“‘Cos you’re my baby… ‘cos you’re my love… Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love.” Laughter and giggles coming from both of you, truly enjoying the moment, teasing one another, really meaning what you were singing even if the other was obvious to it. 

As the song was drawing to a finish, he started to give you his review.

“It’s a really dovey-lovey song, isn’t it?” He said, with his eyebrows raised, locking his eyes on you, hand resting in your lap. 

“Well, yeah. But it’s catchy. You were singing it!” You contradict his words by nudging him in his chest. As you do so you realize how truly close he is. His thigh was almost touching yours, yet his hand rested in it, electricity escaping from it. Your chests were in each others direction, eyes locked, undivided attention and, why not say it, adoration, clear for one another. “Besides, I am like that…” 

Your eyes darting away from him, looking down at your beer. Nervousness of having him close, or maybe to open up, you decide to take another big mouthful of it. 

“What do you mean-” You interrupt him. 

“Oh, I think you’ll really like this one!” You say excited. 

Children of the Revolution starts slowly. 

And you see him tapping along on your thigh, as he's enamoured by the atmosphere that the bass and guitar create. His eyes locked on the amp. 

“That…” He whispers as Marc Bolan’s voice fills the room. “Is awesome.” He finishes as he looks back at you. 

“Yeah, kinda reminded me of you, y’know…” You whisper as you play with the paper tag of the bottle, sowly peeling it off. “They won’t fool you, children of the revolution…” you smile as you so slightly twist the lyrics to fit him, and he shyly smiles in return, his teeth showing. A soft giggle escaping his lips, his body relaxing more, touching yours now. 

“You…” He doesn’t find the right words for everything he would like to say, so he resigns with letting his thumb stroke your thigh in a repetitive pattern. 

It’s not only goosebumps, or warmth or electricity this time. But a sense that his hands belong in your body that fills you up. 

No words needed, you are aware that you both feel the same way. 

The Chain starts playing softly, and you see him smiling now. 

“Well, that one reminds me of you…” He says, looking at your eyes, though his flicker to your lips for just a moment. 

“They hated each other when they wrote it.” You replay, absentmindedly, whispering. 

“Well, I could never hate you…” He whispers back. His hand stopping the repetitive stroking pattern, frozen in place, fear in his eyes that you could ever think that. 

“Good…” You say, placing a lock of hair away from his face, touching it ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t-” He cuts you off. 

“I know.” He finishes, as he guides your body to his chest. A warm embrace shared between the both of you, your heart beating louder and faster in anticipation to everything you wanna say and do to him, but you are trapped under his weight. Enjoying the way he holds you, just as nervous as you are, you feel he is. A private moment, an intimate one at that. 

The tape clicks. Pulling you both away from the moment. Demanding a turn to its other side, so he breaks the hug, standing up as he readjusts his pants, your eyes following his hand and his movement. Staring at him, all of him. 

Finally, your favorite song starts filling the room, and as Dazed And Confused starts, you see him smiling. 

The suggestive bass line moves him to extend his hand to you, and you naturally accept it. 

Robert Plant truly feels like he’s whispering in both of your ears, as you begin to slow dance. 

“Dazed and confused for so long it's not true…Wanted a woman, never bargained for you” 

You feel his hands traveling to your lower back, holding you closer than ever before, smiling as he does so. Yours lost in the back of his neck, playing with his curly wilde hair. 

“Can I ask you something?” He whispers into your ear, his voice shaking as he does so. 

“Yeah.” 

“What do you do when you meet someone you like?” 

“Tryin' to love you, baby, but you go on hurtin' so…Soul of a woman was created below”

“Well, I talk, and I drink, and I make them mixtapes and free music and hope they’ll eventually like me back…” You whisper to him, moving your head away from his chest so you can look at him in his eyes, a declaration. You bite your lower lip in nervousness. “What do you do?” 

“I wanna love you baby, but you do me so bad…The worst little woman I once ever had, I've got to quit you baby”

“I uhm… I go to their workplace, hope they notice me, make them laugh and invite them to my gigs and…” He can’t bring himself to finish his words. He hadn’t been looking at your eyes, but was distracted, lost in your lips. 

So when he dipped down to finally close the distance, you gladly let him, finally kissing him. Not in a rush or in desperation. But in total adoration and care.

Truly in love with one another. 

You spent the rest of the tape kissing as you danced together, in no rush, both of you knowing this was just the beginning to a long story.

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[fromasgardandback]

The Hidden Wheeler

Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

description: Eddie has a crush on the quiet girl who likes to read, but he doesn’t know his perfect girl is the cousin to the Wheeler siblings.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: depression, anxiety, feeling worthless, touch-starved

masterlist | oneshots

Y/N wasn’t a sibling to the Wheeler kids, but a close cousin. She did however live with them due to her parents working outside of the United States and wanting to finish high school at the same school. She lived in the basement in that one tucked in the back room where no one actually went. She was okay with that, but sometimes it made her feel like a shut-in. That her family was embarrassed or obligated to take her on, and financially she was taken care of since her parents sent money, yet that feeling knawed at her at night. After family dinners nightly Aunt Karen went to the kitchen while Uncle Ted went to the living room. Nancy was either in her room or out and Mike was the same way. Holly followed her mom wherever she went, leaving Y/N alone in the basement contemplating her worth. She took that time alone in her room to focus on books, novels, and music. For Christmas, her parents sent her a Walkman with tapes of her favorite bands. 

Y/N wasn’t a fan of the preppy kind of music that Nancy listens to, but more of Rock and Metal. Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Guns n’ Roses, Led Zepplin, Metallica, and The Eagles to name a few were her preferences. She decided to listen to one of her records one night without knowing Mike had his friends over for a Dungeon and Dragons campaign. She was lying on her bed with the music at a soft hum and the small window cracked open to have a breeze flow through the room. Y/N softly sang to the music with her eyes closed and imagined herself being at a concert. She dreamed of being on the open road, taking life as what it is, trying to live it to the fullest, and with no hard-set job to tie her down. She was looking into colleges of business management to become a band manager. There was something about the freedom of leaving that helped her try to escape the depressed hole she was stuck in now. 

Y/N knew her parents loved her, but they thought her love could be bought. Don’t get her wrong, she was always grateful for the presents they sent, but once she wished they would come home to spend a holiday with her. A Holiday card with an “I love you, Happy Holidays. Love Mom and Dad” with an international postcard. It was somewhere nice as if it seemed like the couple had their daughter obligatorily. Not that she’d ever want to admit it, however, the anxious emotion of them dumping her off with her mom’s sister. Aunt Karen was loving but made sure to focus on herself and her needs as well. Uncle Ted didn’t care too much about his kids let alone his niece whenever he was home. Most of the time he was at work, but Y/N’s relationship with him did not matter to her as much because she never really cared for the man. The home was already strained and distant, yet whenever the family was out and about, the persona of a “perfect family” went into play. Through environment and self-hatred, Y/N craved the touch and love of someone, anyone.

“Is someone else down here? I hear music and singing.” Gareth asked Mike while helping set up the table.

“Oh yeah, that’s my cousin Y/N.” Mike shrugged. “She lives with us.” He pulled out more dice.

Eddie’s ears perked up at her name. The only girl he knew with that name was his Y/N. The girl he crushed on and increasingly grew to fall in love with. But surely, this couldn’t be his Y/N. The girl he sheepishly looked at from afar and sat next to in a few classes. The girl that has ultimately captured his heart.

“I didn’t know she lived with you,” Dustin commented. “You guys would like her, she’s really cool. Quiet, but cool. She likes the same music we do. Eddie, you should invite her to one of your gigs, she would like it.” Dustin smiled gently.

“Yeah? Well, she’s welcome any time if she doesn’t mind hanging out with the weekly five drunks.” Eddie sat in his chair. “Are we ready or we still talking family matters?” He said trying to hide a blush.

Y/N hated taking the bus to school and driving with Nancy was like driving with the most preppiest and annoying morning person you could think of. They were both in their senior year, so Nancy chose to be happy every day before school started to “enlighten her life”. It annoyed Y/N to no end being that she wasn't a morning person. She had to deal with it during the winter months, but if it wasn't too cold, she biked to school. Sometimes she would take the back way and chill out by the picnic table in the woods behind the school. It was a way for her to escape the surroundings that suffocated her. 

That morning she thought she was alone until she heard leaves crunching in front of her. She looked up while reaching into her backpack to pull out a screwdriver, her weapon of choice. It was easily accessible and could be used to stab, or so she told herself while awaiting the person to arrive. 

“I swear, I am not afraid to put you into a coma.” She said before looking up at the beautiful brown eyes of the person she had developed a major crush on. He stood there in front of her a little shocked by her sudden comment.

“It’s just me, I promise. I didn’t know you came out here.” Eddie said, sitting across from her. His eyes sparkled more in the sunlight that was coming between the tree branches that surrounded them. “It’s normally just me.” He smiled lightly in a calming manner.

“Yeah, sorry I’m taking your space… And threatened you.” Y/N chuckled.

“Well, it did catch me off guard but never be sorry for taking a seat. You’re always welcome here at the Dungeon Master’s Table.” Eddie smirked, while she chuckled at his adorableness. They shared homeroom, Spanish, English, and History together. This made it easily accessible for both of them to develop a crush on each other.  Eddie would look over at her while she wrote notes, or read her book quietly. Sometimes his head was way too far into his notebook writing campaign ideas, that when she answered a question, he nearly broke his neck looking up at her. She would sheepishly admire him in the lunchroom while he expressed himself to the whole school.

“H-how’s your campaigns going?” Y/N looked up, trying to make the interaction less awkward, although her shaky voice didn’t help hide her anxiety.

“You know about my campaigns?” Eddie sat up smiling slightly. He didn’t realize that she had noticed him at all. But to notice something that is so important to him, made his heart flutter a little more than when he saw her.

“Of course, Mike talks about it all the time. Most of dinner is Nancy talking about college and Mike talking about how Hellfire is going.” She smiled at him. He looked at her confused. She never mentioned them before, why was she mentioning them now?

“Mike and Nancy? Do you normally go to their house for dinner? Neither of them has mentioned you before.” Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Oh,” Y/N sounded hurt in her quick reaction. She understood why, she wasn’t a sibling, just a cousin, but still, she went to school with them, lived with them, and was a blood-related family. “I’m their cousin. I live in the basement. They, uh, they don’t really talk about me much. Not that I expect them to, they’re not my siblings. Although living with them, I consider them close, but I know they don’t think of me like that.” She awkwardly chuckled, while nervously continuing to rant. The feeling of a knife digging deeper and deeper into an already traumatic wound came back.

“You’re the cousin in the basement. You listen to rock music and read comics and mystery novels. It all makes sense now. Why haven’t I noticed that Paladin’s cousin is my dream girl.” Eddie smiled wide at her. She looked up at him surprised at his words and so did he. Eddie didn’t mean to say those thoughts out loud that she was his crush, but deciding to confess how he feels about the girl sitting in front of him.

“Y-your what?” Y/N stuttered out a response. She couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.

“I’m telling the truth when I say this. Y/N, you are my dream girl. I have had this massive crush on you since we met last year. You walked through the halls and the gates of heaven opened up. You’re gorgeous, talented, funny, and have great taste in everything. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but the constant thought of rejection stopped me.” Eddie sheepishly said with blush-tinted cheeks.

“Eddie, you’ve been my secret crush since last year. I’ve always found you fascinating, animated, and unapologetically yourself. Plus you’re incredibly hot.” She had blush-tinted cheeks covering her face as well. Y/N’s eyes got wider realizing she just called Eddie hot. Eddie himself blushed harder and got shy, which was a side of him she hasn’t seen before.

“Skip school with me today. We don’t have anything going on anyways, it’s the day before break.” Eddie reached over to hold her hand, and she let him.

“Where to, rockstar?” Y/N smirked, feeling the confidence in her spike up.

After they decided to ditch for the rest of the day, they went downtown to look around the record store, see a movie, and talk about miscellaneous things. Eddie learned that she was just like him. Yeah, he knew they had the same taste in music, but it was scarily to a T. They chose a comedy movie while sharing a large popcorn. Both of them reached into the bucket with their fingers brushing against each other. A blush set across their cheeks as they quickly turned their heads back to the screen. Y/N smiled lightly failing miserably at hiding the excitement she felt when he touched her. Eddie’s facial expressions matched hers in feeling electricity when she touched him. Closer to the late afternoon Eddie drove them to Lover’s Lake overlooking the beautiful scenery before them. They began talking about family, school, and personal feelings. He understood how she felt when it came to family matters. The only one that cared about him was his Uncle Wayne, but for Y/N it was like living with strangers. 

Eddie and Y/N were inseparable from the moment of their picnic table talk. They talked for hours and hours, especially when coming home after school and when he wasn’t in the club with the guys. Friday nights after Hellfire Club was spent at the local diner for fries and milkshakes. Saturdays were spent at the trailer watching movies or driving around town with no plan or destination set. Sundays were study sessions and Eddie chose to pay attention more in class to graduate. Because of Y/N, he took school seriously. Of course, Eddie wanted to graduate this year, but with the recent times spent with her, he was motivated. 

Eddie was motivated to spend more time with her. He was motivated to get done with all his schoolwork on time. He was motivated while writing his campaigns for Hellfire Club. Eddie Munson was motivated to do good by the woman he so easily fell in love with. Even Wayne could see the difference in Eddie the moment he came home with a massive smile and blushed cheeks. Wayne was about to leave for work when he saw Eddie like that, he knew it had to be from a girl. Nothing else made Eddie Munson look like that. For the next couple of months, his entire demeanor changed around her and Wayne. A lovesick puppy in awe and admiration of a lovesick puppy. Neither of them wanted to be out of this phase, and they didn’t have to.

All of Eddie’s friends knew something was different about him, but at lunch, he didn’t change himself. Still, the same metalhead goofball he was, but now with a smile while reading a note that Y/N passed him in the hallway. 

“Eddie? What’s up with you man? You’re acting different.” Mike said popping another grape in his mouth.

“What’re you talking about, Wheeler? Nothing’s changed.” Eddie grumbled, tucking the note into his jean jacket pocket.

“Yeah, I’m with Mike. Something is up with you…” Garreth mentioned. “Or maybe, someone not something.” He smiled wider with an evil look. 

“It’s a girl!” Dustin yelled earning a smack in the head from Eddie. “No, it’s not. Leave it alone.” 

“It’s definitely a girl. Metallica hasn’t released their album yet and there’s nothing new at the Hideout. You’re hung up on a girl.” Jeff chuckled and dodged the pretzel thrown at him.

The rest of lunch the guys teased him about his smile and acting different, while Y/N sat in the corner quietly watching with a smile. She yearned for this kind of connection, never thinking she’d one day be able to have it. She waited for him at the picnic table after school mindlessly doodling in her notebook. She loved the fact that he was all hers and she was all his, but something about being public and showing affection around others was different, and she worried that he didn’t want the same.

“Hey, Babygirl,” Eddie said walking up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. She leaned into his embrace kissing him back with the same passion.

“Can we talk about something?” She whispered after pulling away from him.

“Did I do something? Princess, if I did, I’m sorry.” Eddie was quick to ramble out.

“No,” she chuckled lightly. “I um… I was wondering if you wanted to go public with our relationship?” She played with the rings on her fingers, not daring to look up at him.

Eddie was in shock, he didn’t think she’d want to considering what her home life was like.

“Are you sure? I mean I know you were apprehensive.-” 

“I’m sure. I want to laugh with you in front of others. I want to kiss you in the hallways before class and at the diner. I want to hold hands and not care who’s looking. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before and I want to feel this and enjoy what we have together.” Y/N cut him off and poured her heart out to him. Eddie couldn’t have smiled more thinking and dreaming of all the things he just heard her say.

“I want that too.” He smiled that big goofy grin of his. “I want us public, not caring who is around.” He cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to kiss her. She leaned into him as well, kissing his soft lips with love and passion. 

Eddie and Y/N graduated that year happily together with plans to move in together when they had the money. For now, she moved into the trailer with him and Uncle Wayne. Wayne couldn’t have been happier to have her there, especially after getting cold-shouldered by her family except Mike and Nancy. The future held their love closer as Corroded Coffin took off and Y/N’s dream of writing gave her massive success as well. She was no longer a hidden Wheeler from the world, but the well-known author and wife of rock star Eddie Munson.

[breeistired]

J.M with goth reader hc's

Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other

Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,

Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.

(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)

JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.

JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.

JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.

JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.

JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.

JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.

JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.

JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.

JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him

JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.

JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.

JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.

JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.

JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.

JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.

JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.

JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.

JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?

JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."

JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.

JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.

JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)

(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)

[distorted59]

A Week In San Francisco pt.2

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

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

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

word count: 3344

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

part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until that is interrupted by a fucking war cry.

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

“You’re too slow, Hetfield!”     

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

“It treated me wonderfully, thank you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you!” She grins. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, but…” She starts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I lay next to you?” James asks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The radio, I hid it under my bed.” 

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

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

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

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

“Babe, he’s buying us some time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I finally figured out what I want.” 

“And that is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re mean.” he groans. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“James!” She shakes him slightly. 

"Mhm?" He opens his eyes. “Yeah?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I am.” 

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

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

“Ow!” She winces. “Kirk, that hurts!”��

“Sorry!” He chuckles. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah!” He gasps. “That’s cold, y/n!” 

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

“Do that again.” James whispers. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, baby. I will.”

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

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

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

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

“Gonna… gonna cum.” He pants.

“Me too, baby.” y/n whimpers.

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

“Shit…” James breathes heavily. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[anna-n-hetfield]

Picnic

Request: can you do one where james hetfield proposes to reader please?

Author’s note: I was going to make this into a headcanon, but the writer’s gods said otherwise and to make it into a one-shot. Or I just wanted to make it into a one-shot because James is a babe.

Y/N could tell that there was something up with James. He had been acting like there was something on his mind for the last few months, and it was really starting to bother her. She could figure out if James was mad with her and contemplating breaking up with her or if he was just stressed over something. There was that new album that James was working on with the rest of his band mates.

A knock on the door brought Y/N’s attention away from the mirror in front of her. She had hoped that the blue sundress was appropriate for where James was taking her. When he said that he wanted to take her out, he had mentioned that she should wear something pretty. Which Y/N could never tell just what he defined as pretty since he always said that about her clothing choices. It was one of the things she loved about him. James always seemed to be in awe of her.

“Coming,” she called out as she went to the door. Some days she wished that they lived together, but she hadn’t known how to bring it up since she had only been with James for a little over ten months even though it didn’t feel like it had been that long to her.

Y/N opened the door and smiled up at James. He had a huge smile on his face. It was the one that he reserved just for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him like she hadn’t seen him for months, even though it was only a couple of days ago.

“I missed you too,” James said, laughing a little in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him.

Y/N laughed a little, afraid to admit to what had been plaguing her the last couple of weeks. With that weird way James had been, she thought that he was going to break up with her. This date had been a comfort to her. Because in her mind, why would he tell her that he wanted to take her out on a date just to break up? That would be a waste of both their time and money.

James leaned back just a little and whistled looking at her. “You really hit the mark when you wear a gorgeous dress,” he said, admiring her.

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, curiously.

“Nope, I’m not ruining the surprise yet,” James said, looking at you as he started to guide you to his GTO.

Y/N smiled, knowing that he had loved fast cars and had a collection growing. She got into the passenger side when James opened the door for her. Y/N loved the fact that he had always wanted to get the door for her. It was something that she had to get used to, but she admired him for it. It was just one of the few ways that he liked to do for her, and she didn’t want to take away his joy from it.

Y/N watched as James rushed around to the driver’s side and got into the car. She grabbed onto the hand that was offered to her. A part of her wanted to ask what had been bothering him for the last few months, but she didn’t want to ruin his good mood. Besides, he seemed to be acting like his old self. Happy, here with her and not in his own head.

“Can’t I get a hint?” Y/N asked, wishing that she had some sort of idea of where they were heading.

“Well, I’m hoping you will like it,” James replied, teasing.

“James! That is not a hint,” Y/N whined.

He just laughed and shook his head. “You’ll see when we get there.”

Y/N sighed, wishing that he wasn’t being so stubborn, but it hadn’t taken him long to get to the park that you loved going to. It had trails to hike and wonderful places to have a picnic at with a great view of the beach.

James got out of the car, went to the trunk of the car, and pulled a picnic basket out with a blanket. He then ran over to Y/N’s side of the car and huffed a bit when she was already getting out of the car.

“Y/N, I was coming,” James said.

“Well, you seem to have your hands full, and I didn’t want you to drop anything,” Y/N replied, taking the blanket from him.

He shook his head, but then led the way to her favorite spot to have a picnic at. He took the blanket from her, refusing to let her help. He seemed to have something on his mind as he was focused on the task at hand.

“Here is your choices,” James said as he opened the basket. “I have a lovely strawberry spinach salad, ham sandwich with your favorite add-ons, or a mix of different fresh fruit.”

“Now, how can I turn any of that down?” Y/N asked, loving all the choices.

“Was hoping you wouldn’t,” he replied, pulling out the food and two bottles of water.

They sat next to each other watching the ocean as they ate. Talking and joking here and there, but mostly just enjoying the peace between each other. That was another thing that Y/N loved about James. She didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet between them or the worry that she was being annoying when she rambled.

“So, Y/N, I have something that I want to ask you,” James said, looking completely nervous.

Y/N nodded, a little scared about what he was going to ask. “You know you could just ask, right?” she replied.

James laughed a little. “Yeah, I know, but this is important,” he replied. He looked down at his hands and then looked up at her. He was silent for a moment, and when she was about to encourage him to go one, he finally said, “Y/N, I know that we haven’t been together for a long time yet, but I don’t want to be with anyone else. Hell, I can’t see myself with anyone else. I just want to be with you, and only you. I have been thinking about this for months, and it just feels right. Everything feels right when it comes to you. Y/N, will you marry me?”

Y/N looked over at him in shock as he pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring from the basket. “What?” she asked in shock, not believing that this was actually happening.

“Will you marry me? Take my last name and be Mrs. Hetfield?” James asked, looking confused and worried.

Y/N could feel the tears of joy forming in her eyes as she looked at him and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and knocking him to the ground. “Yes!” she shouted.

James laughed, sounding a little relieved. She felt his arms around her, and she didn’t waste anymore time as she kissed him deeply.

“This was what you looked so worried about for the last few months?” Y/N asked.

“I was afraid you were going to say no or that it was too soon,” James replied, blushing a little.

“Oh, you sweet, silly man,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “I love you! How could I say no to the man who has made me so happy since the day I met him?”

[gaianyx]

Scrabble Night 

by Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Eddie Munson x FemReader

Summary: Eddie's grandma (his Nannie) is always trying to find him a girlfriend. So one day Nannie takes Eddie to Scrabble night with her 'girls' so that she and her best friend could get two metal lovers together.

W/C: 3.2k

A/N: Reposting this Oneshot, because I don’t think it received the love it deserved.

Proof read! Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :)) 

Happy reading everyone!!

Eddie loved to visit his grandma Elisabeth. 

She was his uncle’s and mom’s mother, which meant that she was Eddie’s Nannie.

He hadn't seen her in a while, but when he did he knew he would come back a few pounds bigger. Nannie was the type of grandma that wouldn't stop asking his grandson if he was hungry, claiming he was too thin. 

And today was going to be one of those days, or at least he thought so…

Eddie and his uncle Wayne arrived at her house around 2 p.m. 

They could smell the famous homemade cookies from outside the house. 

She lived in a small trailer much like theirs, where Wayne and his sister Lucy (Eddie’s mom) had grown up.

Shortly after Wayne had knocked at the door a small woman with thick and curly hair much like Eddie’s appeared at the door, the only difference being that hers were now grey. She was wearing a dress and an apron covered in flour. 

She couldn’t stop her excitement when she saw the two “My sweet boys,” she exclaimed, rushing them to get inside. 

She first hugged and kissed Wayne on the cheek, saying things like "My handsome boy," and "I missed you so much,".

They had planned their visit for a while, Wayne was always busy with work and Eddie with school and everything that happened in the Upside Down the past year. Only now were they able to visit her, on the summer vacation when Wayne didn't work in the afternoons and Eddie didn't have class.

After Nannie greeted Wayne she stopped right in front of Eddie, looked him up and down and said "Look at you," Nannie had a proud look on her face. 

Eddie wasn't wearing the best outfit, but he did try to impress his grandmother. He wore ripped black jeans and a grey Metallica t-shirt. 

"You have grown so much, my sweetheart," she said, trying to take in how much her boy had grown in a not-so-long period of time. 

 *****

Their afternoon together was more than great, they had spent the time eating the delicious cookies Nannie had made, catching up with everything that happened the last year (living behind some parts, we don't want to give Nannie a heart attack), telling stories about Wayne's childhood and how he an Eddie looked alike, asking if Eddie wanted to have his jeans sewed up by her, then asking again (she thought he was ashamed). 

And asking about his passions, if he still wanted to be a rockstar like he used to say he would.

"One day I'll be a rockstar like Elvis Nannie," little Eddie would say "You will be even better than him sweety," she would reply.

When the day was almost over Wayne declared they needed to go back, he still had the night shift. 

Nannie insisted that Eddie should stay over the weekend, they could do a lot together and it would be nice to have some help. He had just graduated after all. 

"Let the boy here," she said while Eddie gave him puppy eyes, he was transported to when he was 9 years old and would beg his uncle to let him stay over the weekend.

Wayne claimed that Eddie didn't have enough clothes to stay over, "I came prepared," Eddie said when he pulled some clothes from the backpack to show his uncle. Wayne gave up again, knowing it wouldn’t help to debate with the two. Wayne then gathered his things and went home.

Shortly after Wayne left, the party began.

"So, finally," Nannie clapped her hands together and was now walking in the direction of the cabinet, she opened it up and got a long tin bottle of liquor, along with two small glasses. "Now that that boring man is gone…" Nannie purred the red liquid into the glasses and handed one to Eddie, who gladly accepted some alcohol.

Nannie told Eddie about this Scrabble Night thing, where she and her 'girls' went every Saturday to drink and play a bit, it would start at 6 p.m and she wanted Eddie to go with her, "Common, don't you want to make your old grandma some company?"

-"Nannie, you don't have to ask, of course I will go," he wanted to spend more time with her and forget about everything from last year "Who else is going to drive you back?" he smiled at her and she grinned in response.

*****

Elizabeth had been planning this encounter since the day she heard that Eddie was going to come over for the weekend, she knew her grandson very well and by that, she also knew his taste. She had made some attempts before to get the metalhead a girlfriend but she didn’t have any luck. 

But on one Scrabble Night like many others, Nannie and her best friend were talking about their grandchildren and on that night they found out that the two had a lot in common, both were in a band, wore ripped dark clothes and listened to ‘screaming music’. That was when their plan started, they were getting the two together. 

Eddie’s and Nannie’s day was spent mostly chit-chatting about their lives, Eddie helping her in the garden, mowing the lawn, or watering the plants, her insisting on sewing his clothes, again.

“Nannie, it’s a style,” and “No, I am not ashamed to ask you to sew them,” he said.

“Are you sure sweety?” she insisted. 

When it was almost time to go Eddie went to take a shower while Elizabeth was getting ready. Shortly after she changed into better-looking clothes the phone rang.

“Hello?” Elizabeth answered the phone

-“Hello hun, it’s Mary!” the voice on the other side of the line responded, Mary was Elizabeth’s best friend from the Scrabble Nights. 

“I am just calling to confirm everything,” Mary said “Is he going?” 

-“Yes, he is,” she was grinning at the phone “How about y/n? Is she going as well?”

-“Definitely, she is just getting changed and we are on our way,” Mary gave a small laugh “It’s going to be fun hahaha,” the two grandmas, the biggest wingmen to ever exist.

After the call ended they said their goodbyes and were waiting for their grandchildren so they could leave.

“Nannie, I’m ready,” Eddie walked out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, he wore the same ripped jeans from when he got there and a white faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. Nannie got the keys from her old pick-up truck and handed them to Eddie “Drive slowly please,”

“Don’t you trust me, Nannie?” Eddie picked up the keys and a smile was spread all over his face “Let’s go,” he said.

*****

After their not-so-long trip they arrived at, what Eddie supposed was a middle school gymnasium. There were a few other cars parked in the parking lot, voices could be heard from inside the place, lots of laughter and that familiar smell of old people. If you know what I mean.

Eddie helped his grandma get inside, “What a gentleman,” his grandma pinched his cheeks. The place was very bright and warm, there were six tables aligned in the center of the area, making a long line, chairs on each side and both ends, and probably more than five sets of Scrabble. The big question now was, “How the fuck are they going to play this?” he thought.

But before his thoughts could be answered Nannie’s eyes had caught someone and she was now waving at the woman entering the room from the door on the other side, Eddie followed her gaze and saw a small old woman with grey hair much like his grandma’s with quite a familiar smile, but she wasn’t alone, a girl followed her, you followed her.

“Is she wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt or have I just gone blind?” Eddie thought, he was staring at you with an amused but confused look on his face. 

The two women were walking their way to them, and as their images were drowned closer he concluded that it definitely was a Black Sabbath t-shirt, the little devils and the purple title spelling ‘Black Sabbath’ made it quite obvious. 

The old lady, that Eddie assumed was your grandma, was a little further ahead and greeted Elizabeth with open arms, “Beth, it’s so good to see you,” the small woman said, she was now turning her head towards Eddie, “And you,” she looked him up and down, “You must be Eddie,” she also hugged him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am?!”  Eddie didn’t know what to do, so he kind of retributed to the hug.

“Where are my manners,” she took a few steps back “My name is Mary, I’m an old friend of your grandma’s,” she now looked towards the girl standing behind her “And this is my granddaughter y/n,” 

Not knowing what to do you send him an awkward laugh and wave at Eddie, which he contributed with a wave and an unspoken ‘Hi’ towards you. You were now scanning him trying to figure out if you would spend your time talking to him or not even bother doing so. 

With ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt and long hair, he was a solid maybe/we can give it a try.

The two grandmas got a quick catch-up, switched knowing glances, and went to find seats, with you both following a little behind.

“So… Black Sabbath, huh?” Eddie tried to break the painful silence. “Does she even like the band or did she get this shirt second-hand?!” he thought.

-“If you are going to ask if I can name three songs the answer is yes, but I’m not giving you that satisfaction,” you respond a little drier than you intended.

-“I wasn’t going to,” he was now a little embarrassed, he messed up, “Was it that obvious?”. 

-“If you say so…” you looked at him not believing him. Maybe he was going to ask you but decided not to.

-“I have never seen that shirt before, where did you get it from?” Eddie asked curiously, wanting to change the subject a little and know more about the amazing shirt and the beautiful girl wearing them.

-“It’s from their tour from last year,” you said sounding less annoyed by his questions, thankfully.

-“You are telling me you saw Black Sabbath live?” he was in shock, he was next to someone who breathed the same air as one of his favourite bands of all time. It was Eddie’s dream to see them playing live and knowing someone who actually did made him feel so jealous. 

He was one person away from Black Sabbath.

“Yeah, I did, I saved every cent I could get to go and see them,” and you were proud of it, you could see the jealous look on his face, which made you giggle a little. “They were amazing, worth every cent!”

“Yep, I am definitely jealous,” Eddie confessed taking a seat next to his grandma. The two elderly ladies gave each other glances now and then. Again. 

Mary quickly took a seat before you did, giving you no chance but to seat next to Eddie, you looked around to make sure, but all the other seats were taken. You looked at your grandma looking for any sort of response to the way she was acting right now, she smiled at you and quickly looked at Mrs. Elizabeth hoping you wouldn’t notice it, but you did. 

You quickly put two pieces together, they were trying to get the two of you together.

You sat down next to Eddie and decided to give in, he was trying to start a normal conversation, maybe you should try and do the same thing. “Your shirt is pretty cool too,” you said.

“What this old thing?” he pointed at his shirt, it was in fact pretty old, he was surprised it still would feat him and that he could see the graphic. “It is one of my first ones, but thanks,”

You were about to say something but you were cut off by one of the players saying the game was going to start in 5 minutes. You looked at Eddie and he looked at you, both of you didn’t know how to play. 

“Do you know how to play?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the players.

“I have no fucking clue,” he laughed a little too loud resulting in a few Shh’s towards you two.

Which resulted in more laughter from your side, hands flying to your mouths.

“Want to wait outside until their game is over?” he whispered to you.

“That’s a good idea,” you responded, “Grandma, I’m going to wait outside with Eddie. Have fun” you kissed her on her forehead and got up.

“I am outside Nannie, make some grandmas cry for me,” Eddie also got up.

After the two metalheads left the gymnasium Mary whispered to Elizabeth, “Our plan is starting to work,”.

***** 

“You call your grandma Nannie?” you asked him when outside, the night breeze catching your cheeks and turning them slightly pink.

-“What about it?” Eddie looked you in the eyes.

-“Nothing, it’s just that you look all tough and everything but you call your grandma something so sweet like Nannie,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

-“Are you judging me now, Mrs. Know-it-all?” he grinned at your comment, you just met each other and you were already making remarks, he liked it.

-“Just an observation,” you crossed your arms because of the cold and looked him up and down.

You guys walked to his grandma's truck, he lowered the door of the trunk so that he could seat.

When he sat down he pointed at the free space next to him, suggesting for you to take the seat, which you did.

Shortly after you saw he was looking for something in the pockets of his leather jacket, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He took one out, positioned it between his teeth, lighted it up and took a long drag. He leaned his head back and blew the smoke out of his lungs through his mouth and nose.

You could see a fraction of what you assumed was a tattoo, he looked hot. You thought, staring a little. Maybe too long.

“Take a picture,” yep, he definitely saw you staring “It lasts longer you know,” he looked you in the eyes and brought the hand holding de cigarette closer to you. He gestured to the cig laying between his ringed fingers with his chin. 

“I don’t smoke, thanks,” you simply reply, pushing his hands lightly.

“Sure,” Eddie took another drag of his cigarette, shorter this time.

“And what does the pretty girl like to do around here?” he didn’t know what to ask or how he could compliment her in a way.

“Well, the petty girl just graduated, so she doesn’t have much to do apart from work, study and play a bit of music,” you liked the compliment, he was very good looking too. So… Maybe this could get somewhere.

“Ooh, really?” he kind of guessed you would say something like that, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up “And what do you play?”.

“I play the drums in this ‘band’ me and my friends formed, but they don’t have much time now for practice,” he looked interested so you continued “So now I just play along with some music, my parents are not the biggest fans of it,” you laughed at the last part.

“How about you?” you tried to match his energy “What does the pretty boy like to do around here?”

“Here not much, I am from Hawkins, I’m just visiting my grandma,” Eddie was happy to know you guys had a few more things in common, maybe even more than he thought.

“I’m also in a band, I play the guitar and I sing. We used to play at this old bar in town, sometimes we had public, a few drunks and my uncle when he didn't have to work. But now our drummer went to college. Maybe you could come over someday and we could jam a bit if you really are that good…” he was a bit hopeful, but he wouldn’t let that show.

“The best in town!” you said proudly “Your dreams might come true Mr, I’m going to spend two weeks with my younger cousin who happens to live in Hawkins as well,” a small smile appeared on your face.

Eddie thought you looked so pretty, the moonlight reflecting on you, the breeze making your hair dance a little, that amazing shirt you were wearing, you played an instrument and matched his energy, he must be dreaming.

“I guess it’s my lucky day,” he said, more to himself than to you.

Time passed and you found out you had A LOT in common, more than you guys had imagined. You had started a little game of this or that to know more about each other.

“Okay, now the important one: Dio or Ozzy?” Eddie asked, he himself didn’t know what his answer would be, but he was curious how you would react.

“I think—” you started to answer, but to his disappointment your grandmas showed up. You were saved by the bell…

“Hallo sweeties! Did you guys have fun?” Mary asked, curious about the outcome of her and Elizabeth's plan.

“Yes, Eddie made a good company,” you said eyeing him, he made a dramatic offended face and turned to talk to his own grandma. 

“Granny,” you said in almost a whisper so that only she could hear it “ Do you have pen and paper so I can give Eddie my number?” you had never seen your grandma be so quick in her entire life, in a millisecond the woman had a pen and a post it on her hand. You laughed, but quickly wrote down your phone number, the address you were staying in Hawkins and your cousin's phone number.

You and your grandma said your goodbyes, you made sure to greet Eddie last. You extend your hand for him to shake, the post-it folded and on your extended hand, he shook your hand and smiled when he felt the post-it. “It was nice to meet you,” he said “It was to meet you too,” you said. You turned around and left, hoping he might call you.

As soon as Eddie got to his grandma’s house he opened the small piece of paper, you had clearly written from who the two numbers were and left below you signed “-The best drummer in town.”.

And on that same night, he called you!!

*****

Hawkins, two weeks after.

You and Eddie had planned a ‘date’, he would pick you up from your cousin’s house, you guys would go to the music store, buy some tees, patches maybe some vinyls. He was excited to see you again, he made sure to look decent. He had woken up early to wash his hair, he even used some good products for his wild hair. You guys had been talking a lot since that Scrabble Night, late-night telephones had become a routine these past two weeks

But as soon as he set foot out of the car he felt nothing but nervous. He walked to the door, triple-checked if it was the right house, this house seemed so familiar, but why?

Eddie decided to knock anyways, footsteps were heard and a muffled “Just a minute,” Eddie straightened himself and that’s when the door sprung open “Hi—” he was in shock.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” Dustin asked after answering the door. 

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“obey your master”-metallica

(kirk hammett x reader)

(summary: it gets easier and your beloved guitarist will make sure of that)

(TW: Drug use, addiction, self-harm, angst)

(special message at the end </3)

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it never got easier,

that was the God’s honest truth.

no matter how hard you tried to stay away from the packs, they just kept coming back to you. it was routine, it was unhealthy, but you didn’t care or maybe you did, you were just blinded by the self-destruction.

kirk, your boyfriend, was always on the road preforming and what not but always kept you on his mind. he knew you were taking drugs but never confronted you about it.

he noticed the used needles in the trash can, he noticed the mood-swings in your behavior but most of all, he noticed your mental health circling the drain.

enough was enough.

you were doing it again, you could feel your death’s construction coming up and the drug destroying you. kirk walked into the bathroom, standing in the doorway as he just stared in sorrow which made you pause.

“baby” the guitarist began, walking up to you slowly. “please for the love of Christ, put the needle down”

you shook your head, still with the needle in your hand as the tip rested against your wrist but nothing was injected yet. “n-no i can’t”.

kirk walked closer to you, offering you a hand as he saw the tears pricking in your eyes which broke his heart but he needed to focus at the task at hand.

“it’s okay, y/n” he stated softly as if he was talking to a small child, opening his palm. “please put the needle down” he pleaded again.

you contemplated, your hands shook, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, your mind was hooked. your strings were being pulled as you couldn’t betray your master.

yet somehow, looking at his brown eyes, the way he was so gentle with you even in your darkness moments finally let you put the needle down. your movement was forced as it was slammed onto the counter. you sobbed, uneven breaths escaping your mouth as kirk rushed over to your side, sliding the needle into the trash.

“shh, shh” he cooed in a hushed tone, placing his gentle hand onto your head and pulling you into his chest. “just breathe sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay”

“i don-dont know how to stop” you admitted breathlessly against him, his heartbeat slowly calming you down as you felt his hand rubbing soothing circles in your back as the other cradled your head gently.

“i know babe, i know” he responded, continuing his comforting movements which eventually made you stop shaking and stop the sobbing which died down to soft sniffles.

“but i hope you know that i’m gonna be with you every. single. step of the way and that’s a promise i’m forever willing to keep” he smiled, pulling you away gently and holding your cheeks in the palms of his hands.

“i love you sweetheart, you will make it out of this mess” he whispered, placing a warm kiss to your lips.

“i love you too” you whispered back against his lips, cracking a small smile, it was faint but it made kirk’s heart skip a beat just like when you guys first met.

no matter how tough life is,

no matter how tempting it is to go back,

you’ll be okay,

because kirk is by your side and you’ll get better.

it will get easier.

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first lil oneshot!!! i wanted to do something special, i rlly wanted to connect and write something that people struggle with in this world, i wanna send a message for anyone struggling with this to just trust the process. find comfort in this little story, it really does get easier and you will be okay. you are never alone and my messages are always open to my loves <3 take care of urself bc you were made for something, don’t destroy yourself, you. are. precious