Hii I Have No Idea If You Write For Rob, But If You Do Could You Please Write Something Like You Guys

could you write something about early 2000s Kirk/SKOM Kirk comforting his gf after she had a long day ?? Like literally anything I don’t mind , js cuddling and telling her it’s okay nd stuff !! 🤗 I love that era idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

Thank you for requesting Anon!! I've just posted this :)

I love Metallica

Cli, jame, lar, and kir

Me too home-skillet!

Hope you’re doing well 🤗🫶🏻

Been Hiding in Plain Sight

A/N: Thank you for the request! I was literally thinking my next fic should be a fluffy friends to lovers with James and then I got this request. 🥰

Requested by: @dyersseve

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,709

Warnings: none

I was numb. I hadn’t cried and I wouldn’t allow myself to. I found a pay phone and put the change in, dialing the number to the only person I knew I could rely on. 

“Cliff, I’m sorry man, but if you forgot one more thing it belongs to the house now.” His voice came over the phone. 

“James, it’s me, not Cliff.” I said, my tone was even. 

“Oh, Y/N, what’s up?” He asked, I swear I could hear the grin in his voice. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but can I come over?” I asked. 

“Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you? You have never been nor will you ever be a burden to me.” He scolded. I clenched my jaw and did my best to keep the tears at bay. 

“I know.” I stated. 

“Good. Do you need a ride?” He asked. I paused for a second to calculate how far I was from his house.

“No, I’ll be there soon.” I replied softly.

“Okay, see you in a bit.” He said and I hung up the pay phone. 

I took a deep breath and made my way to the house James lived in with 2 out the 3 members of his band Metallica. 

I met James in high school, it was after his mother passed away and he moved in with his half brother. He stood out with his long hair and taste in music. Not in a bad way, I loved it. We shared a class and bonded immediately. Things weren’t always great in my home life either, so we often met up and listened to music, talking, laughing, crying. James is my person, there isn’t anyone who knows me better than him. Because he’s so important, I never let myself have feelings for him, or at least I did my best to push them down. If something were to go wrong… I could handle losing anyone, but not him, not James. In fact when he moved to the San Francisco area to recruit Cliff Burton into his band, he begged me to come with him. I did, I mean I don’t live with him, I have my own place and my own life, but it is definitely somewhat centered around him. 

I finally found myself on James' porch. 

Before I could knock the door flung open. 

James had a huge grin on his face, I attempted to match his grin, but based on the way his face fell it must have been more akin to a grimace. 

“Are you okay?” He asked with a look of concern on his face.

Shit. Here comes the water works. I could no longer hold them back as they cascaded down my cheeks like a waterfall. All I could do was shake my head and he herded me inside, wrapping his arms tightly around me. 

“What’s going on?” I could hear Kirk ask. 

“Oh shit, she’s crying.” Lars mumbled. 

“If you aren’t going to help then leave.” James hissed at the two. 

“Sorry.” Kirk said as he and Lars scattered. 

“What happened?” James asked as he rubbed my back. I continued to cry and he just held me until I calmed down enough. He pulled back slightly, bending down to meet my eyes. I hiccuped. “What happened?” He asked again. 

“Tom broke up with me. He, uh, picked me up for a date and then he told me that he met someone else more compatible with him.” I explained. I watched a fire light within James' eyes. He looked pissed. 

“I’m going to find him and-“ 

“James, please. He’s not worth it.” I interrupted him, my voice sounding a little croaky. James' face immediately softened. 

“Of course, I’m sorry.” He immediately apologized. 

“It’s okay, your intentions are in the right place.” I said, “could I take a shower?” I asked. 

“Yeah absolutely. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.” He said. He ushered me to the bathroom, I waited and he showed up with a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

“Take your time, I’ll order some take out and we can just chill out, okay?” He smiled at me. I took the clothes as tears pricked my eyes again, he chuckled and wiped my tears. “It’s okay, Y/N. Go shower.” He said. I nodded and shut the door. 

I turned on the water so it could warm up and stripped before stepping in. I stood under the warm stream for a few minutes before looking through the different soaps and shampoos, finding James’ and washed up. 

I stepped out and dried myself, I brought his shirt to my nose. The smell is so comforting. I got dressed and brushed my hair. I gathered my things and placed them in the room James shared with Lars. I walked into the living room, James just finished setting out my favorite take out with some drinks scattered on the coffee table. 

“Feeling better?” He asked and I nodded. “Sit down, I just have to pop the movie in.” He said. I sat on the couch as he put a VHS into the player. He grabbed a plate and handed it to me. We filled our plates and tears entered my eyes again as my favorite movie started playing. I always knew James knew me well, and he’s been there for me many times before, but for some reason this time, the food, the movie, the scent. All of it was overwhelmingly comforting.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” I blubbered. 

James tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“It’s okay.” He replied. We ate until we couldn’t shove another bite in our mouths. I wasn’t sure when it happened but I found myself tucked comfortably into his side. This felt nice, he felt like home. 

Over the next couple weeks, James and I grew closer than ever before. If I wasn’t at work I was attending some band practices. Going to Metallica shows. Taking turns having sleepovers at the Metallimansion and my apartment. I also grew closer with his band mates solidifying my spot as Metallica’s mascot. 

James and I had plans to hang out at his place tonight. So when I got off work I went straight there. I entered and removed my shoes and put my things in James' room. 

“In the kitchen.” He called out. 

I entered the kitchen and he was at the stove stirring something in a pot. 

“Whatcha making?” I asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Nothing fancy, just spaghetti.” He answered, “how was your day?” He asked. 

“It was good, work went smoothly. How was yours?” I asked. 

“It went well.” He replied. 

We continued to chat as I helped him set the table. 

“Only us two, you don’t need to set out the other plates.” James said. I raised my eyebrow. 

“Where are the guys?” I asked, James shrugged and pulled out my chair. I sat and he pushed it in then sat across from me. He motioned for me to start serving myself and I did. 

“Thank you, James. I really appreciate it.” I smiled. 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. 

We ate and chatted comfortably. When we were done, I helped him clean up and do dishes. James washed as I dried and put them away.

As he handed me a plate our hands brushed against one another and my cheeks heated up. 

Despite all the years of convincing myself I didn’t like James, that I could never like James. Over the past few weeks I couldn’t help falling deeply in love with my best friend, and it isn’t just a rebound from Tom breaking up with me. 

We finished cleaning up and went to the living room. I went to sit down, but James stopped me. 

“I need to tell you this before I chicken out.” He began, “when I moved in with my brother I was lost and angry and nobody at school was kind or accepting, except for you. You welcomed me with open arms and became my best friend. You willingly followed me to San Francisco all because I couldn’t imagine living in a different city than you, the thought of us ever growing apart makes my insides feel hollow. For the longest time I thought it was because you were just my best friend, but I’ve realized I have feelings for you, and I’m taking a risk, but if you don’t feel the same we can just pretend I didn’t say anything because I can’t live a life without you, unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ I moved forward grabbing his face in my hands kissing him fiercely. He made a small noise in his throat, it was a sound of surprise before he melted into the kiss bringing me closer to him by my hips. 

We continued to kiss a while longer before we pulled back, breathless and with swollen lips. 

“I really like you, James.” I told him. 

“Really?” He asked, a small blush tinted his cheeks. 

“Yeah.” I smiled at him. He had a goofy grin on his face. 

“Good, because like I said, I really like you too.” He leaned in and kissed me again. 

A few months later.

I sat on the couch with James, we were at his house, the band was still working on some new songs for their new album. They were showing their manager before they traveled to Denmark to record.

“It’s crazy, like I thought those two were in sync before as best friends… no as a couple, it’s like they can read each other's minds. I swear if they don’t get married, the earth is off its axis.” 

I blushed as I overheard Cliff talking to the band's manager. 

James had his arm around my shoulder, and my hand was up to meet his as our fingers interlocked. He was deep in conversation with Lars about a new song, I doubt he heard what Cliff had said. 

It warmed my heart though, to see others around us recognize the love we had for each other. I don’t know if I believe in soulmates, but if I did, I’d have to say with certainty, James is my other half.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

could you do fluff on 1984 James?

Basically your boyfriend had jusy dumped you and the only person you could tell was James. He has like a brother to you and he has your complete heart and soul.

You basically text him, asking him to go over to his house and then you break down infront of him, and he dose everything in his power to make you feel better. then a few weeks later he confesses his feelings to you AND THEN YOU TEO BECOME THE CUTEST COUPLE IN THE WORLD. IM CRYING.

er also i love your stories there so fucking good :3

Thank you for the request! I said it in the authors note, but after I posted yesterday, I was thinking of brainstorming a fluffy James one shot, then I woke up to your request and I was so excited!!

Also, thank you so much! Your compliment means soooo much to me!! :D

I hope you enjoy the story! :)

Okay but like Kirk with a clingy gf is my favorite

Like he seems like he wouldn’t love it, but he’s came to really love it.

Like he hopes that she’ll cling on to his arm while walking,

he brings her along on tour because he knows that it would be hard for her while he’s gone. It would be hard for him too

Every time he sits on the couch, his arms are wide open because he knows that she’ll get right into his arms for a cuddle.

If she doesn’t do these things, he gets so freaking pouty. Like looks at her as if she’s just abandoned him.

If she doesn’t get a hug or a kiss every time he sees her, she becomes pouty.

So they are always on eachother, not in a gross way, just in a loving way.

They end up falling asleep everywhere, cuddled up. Lars has a whole collection of photos of them asleep on the bus, plane, hotel, couch, studio, literally everywhere.

Eventually he just becomes as clingy as her, and it’s so obvious how much they love each other.

OMG ROSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!! I FREAKING LOVE THIS!!

at first Kirk would like be flustered a bit, and not in a rude way be like "uhhh can I have some personal space?" Just because he was not used to that much physical touch.

Then like you said, as he grew more accustomed to it, he would just like expect it!!

Sometimes in public he'll have a moment of panic bc he doesn't feel his gf holding on to him so he like looks around, and she's right behind him, "Why aren't you holding one to me?" He'll pout then mutter something about her getting lost if she isn't interlocking pinkies, holding hands, or holding onto his elbow.

OMG LARS ALBUMS ARE GOLD!!! Like not only does he have a gabjillion of these pics they are all in perfectly curated photo albums. He has his copies, but for their anniversary he makes copies to give to Kirk and his gf 🥹

James, Lars and Cliff have timed it, from the time Kirk's gf enters Metallimansion, sets her things down and is in Kirk's lap is less than 5 mins. Her record is 47 seconds. longer if they catch her before she makes it that far. They also have a game of seeing how long they can stall until she gets irritated bc she is touch starved and just needs her Kirk.

Moral of this, such a cute freaking concept and thank you for sending it!!!

like look at that guy, tell me he doesn't like all the sweetest snuggles!!

Isa!!

I haven't said anything for awhile so I just wanted to say hi and I hope you're doing well!!

Bass anon💙

Ahhh Bass Anon!! How are you doing?!

I’m plugging along!! :) 💚

OMG ISA

HOW ARE YOU? IVE MISSED YOU SM

REA!!!!!!

I am doing well! Just plugging along as always!! How are you?? I've missed you too!!!

I just posted 5 stories! I wrote them all today. My brain is absolute mush hahaha 😵‍💫

I'm going to start working on the idea I had, and hopefully it will be posted in the next couple days!

You're all the best! Have a great day/night❤️

You know it’s important when it’s a reblog in the middle of a work day. I adore this man sm 😭🤍

clifford lee burton ♡

I'm doing good! Just keeping up with all the music stuff I'm doing😵‍💫

I also wanted to say I miss you!

you're such an amazing writer and I've enjoyed reading your fics sososos much, they make me so happy!

Ily!

Bass anon 💙

I am so glad to hear you are doing well!!

Ooo what kind of music stuff are you working on??(you have no obligation to tell me but it sounds super exciting!!!)

Awwww 🥹 I miss you too! and I really appreciate your kind words!!

I want to try to be more active, even if I'm not ready to start posting stories yet, I still love chatting with you💚

ILYSM!!!!!