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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,574 Views) | |
| elena | October 27, 2010, 1:02 pm Post #406 |
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Outlaw Torn
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The scene in garage was Come on James you will be as man as before if you tell her that you love her,even if she already knows that. |
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| Olyamet | November 8, 2010, 9:16 pm Post #407 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks Elena! You one of my fave readers! I'll continue it, although I already wrote the ending. I don't want it to turn into never ending story.
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| Lilith | November 8, 2010, 10:00 pm Post #408 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, my Gods, Olya! I finally catched up, I totally love this story! It's so funny, sweet and HOT!! ![]() Last update was AMAZINGLY hot and romantic! ...I need James in a garage like right now...
Edited by Lilith, November 8, 2010, 10:04 pm.
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| Olyamet | November 8, 2010, 10:21 pm Post #409 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks for reading!!! Thanks for the comment and warm wards! I really appreciate it!
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| namenlos | November 9, 2010, 1:43 pm Post #410 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Wow, this is so good and so hot... Sorry it took me so long to finally catch up.
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| Olyamet | November 9, 2010, 8:28 pm Post #411 |
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Jäger.....
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Wooohhooo!!! Lori is back! Thanks for catching up!!!
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| Lenne13 | November 10, 2010, 6:48 pm Post #412 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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"I'm the happiest woman in the world." And what woman wouldn't? Thanks Olya!! (and, yes, I printed "Wherever I belong..". Now I gonna read again, from the beginning )
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| Olyamet | November 15, 2010, 12:49 pm Post #413 |
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Jäger.....
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Wow! Lenne that is such an honor! Thank you, you made my day! I appreciate every comment! When someone likes your work, and it is a hard work, it makes you feel so honored! I'm not just write what on my mind and post it, I reread that I've wrote, change it oh-so many times, making sure the story floats, making sure that I'm not just writing a Mary Sue. That my OC has her own life and not just exist around one of the Metallica guys... Thank you!!!! I'm working on updates, but my Astronomy is floating out right now... I promise to have update soon. I'm not abandoning my Angel either, working on that one too!
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| tuesday's gone | November 15, 2010, 2:12 pm Post #414 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OH MY GOD!!!! I read all of it beginning through end this afternoon (turn evening)! Olya, this fic is addictive!!!!!!!! Please don't stop before adding a few more chapters, there's much material here, with her trying to balance her independence and love for him and with him trying to grow emotionally. And some more garage scenes, thank you very much!!!! I like this fic so much better than Angel one, Alexia grew on me much more than Angel and I liked the slow development of their relationship in this story. Angst is the best! And the whole Kirk-Meg story made me take a look at Kirk from a different perspective. Go Kirk! Cliff's episode - perfect, just perfect!!!! too bad we didn't see more of Jason though And, by the way, whoever would not mind cooking for James all the time raise your hand *raises both hands* |
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| Olyamet | November 29, 2010, 7:16 pm Post #415 |
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Jäger.....
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God, girls you'll make me blush! Thank you so much!!!! Here is a bit more. XXXIII (Alex's POV) Somehow the tour date rolled upon us quickly and unexpectedly, changing our lives from slow paced lazy summer days into frantic pre-tour turmoil. Meg and I suddenly realized that we needed to find a suitable babysitter for our house and it was impossible in a such a short time. We called all our friends and their friends, pulling out our old address books. Three days of basically sitting on the phone brought nothing, no one could abandon their previous plans. We almost gave up and even thought of leaving our place unsupervised when we got a life-saving call from Meg's Mom. She had a friend who just lost everything in a brutal divorce and needed a place to stay in San Francisco. We breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on getting what we need for our long trip together. I was helping Meg to pack her equipment and in a few hours her office started to look like the post office during the holidays. “Do you really think you need to take all this with you? I mean, we're not going to be in the middle of nowhere with no stores around.” I vocalized my protest, packing yet another—sixth to be exact—box of film. “What if they don't have the film I use? What if I need them when the stores are closed? What if I don't have time to look for a photo shop?” Meg's eyes swept across the room in disarray, clothing, photo equipment, bubble wrap, and boxes everywhere. “But six boxes? Don't you think it's a bit too much? And what about the lights? The stage will be lit up, plus I don't think you can carry all that to every gig...” I looked at the hefty sized box with the portable lights. “What if I find a good place for a photoshoot?” Meg glanced at me, returning her attention to a collection of at least twenty different lenses. “Okay, but do you need all your lights? Can't you just take a few? I mean, who's going to carry all this shit?” “Are you saying I need an assistant? Why didn't I think of that! Fuck!” I looked at the luggage and laughed. “I don't think that would make much of a difference.. unless your assistant is a heavy weight champion... We need a U-Haul truck for all this and at least two, three guys..” Meg looked at me and sighed. “I know... fuck. What was I thinking, deciding I can do this? I can't... this is impossible...” She dropped into a chair, producing multiple crackles from the bubble wrap under her. “I think you need to call your father and get some professional advice on what to take and what not to.” “I wanted him to think that I'm capable of doing this without him baby-sitting me... but you're right... I have no choice...” Her face turned sad. I knew too much of this race for a father's approval, lived it myself in both lives. “Meg, you don't have to if you really don't want to, we can do this.” I sat down by her with a sigh. “Are you telling me you'll help? Please, pretty please!” “Of course I'll help, but I know nothing about photography, so you have to lighten up your gear yourself. Think minimal necessity. If for some reason you'll need anything that we didn't bring and we can't find it there, I promise to fly here and get it. What do you say?” “I say you're the best friend ever, and I love you!” Meg's face lit up and she embraced me in a hug. After a few more hours of deliberation and Meg's arguments with herself, we ended up with half of what we had in the beginning. We decided to leave the rest in carefully marked boxes with a list of contents written on them. That way if I had to come back here, there would be no problem finding what I needed. “See, looks much better! Now, how much film do you need? And don't be greedy, remember what I promised.” “Okay... for one gig, about four color and at least one black and white. Forty-two gigs... “ “How about we take enough for ten gigs, and then we'll see...” “Okay... that would be fifty films... how about just take as many as I can fill in this box?” “Deal. One is much better than six.” The pile of boxes melted down to just three, one with lights, one with chemicals and all Meg needed to develop her film, and one of the film itself. Two big suitcases with clothes and two smaller carry-on bags, were all that Meg was taking. “See, we did it!” I looked at the now acceptably sized luggage and she turned to me with a smile. “Now we can move on and pack your stuff. So, what are you taking with you?” “I already packed most of my clothes, two suitcases... and one backpack with two copies of Segrey's novel and a few notebooks...” “And one more thing... I have something for you.” Meg pulled a box from under her table, handing it to me with a grin. “Here, I hope you like it.” I opened it and sighed at the sight of the small portable typewriter. I wanted to buy one, but my bank account only had enough money to pay the house bills in our absence. I couldn't ask James for money, he was already paying for me everywhere we went and I felt a pin of discomfort every time he did it. “Meg... this is perfect! Thank you... I love you! It's small enough to fit in one of my suitcases!” “Alex, you still didn't tell James about your new job, did you?” “I'll tell him later...” I wanted to tell him about it right after I had a meeting with Tom and Sergey to sign the contract, but James' mind was too deep in the tour haze. In fact, I felt him pulling back from me and that made me feel uneasy. I was still waiting for him to finally verbalize his feelings for me and every time I thought he was about to say those important words to me, he changed the topic. “Alex, what's wrong?” Meg peered into my eyes. “I don't know Meg... I don't know if I'm making the right decision here... he's changed...” I felt my throat swelling with a small lump. “Hey, the guys are just busy with all their tour preparations, Kirk is spending less time with me too...” “At least he told you that he loves you...” “James just... he's not like Kirk... maybe he needs more time...” “Or maybe, with all this foretaste of the tour he's regretting inviting me... you know, groupies and all, who wants their girlfriend cramping the 'free rocker' style...” |
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| Lilith | November 29, 2010, 7:42 pm Post #416 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Oh, Alex!! Of course James loves you!! Yay! Can't wait for the time on tour!! More soon, Olya! :horns2 |
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| Lenne13 | November 29, 2010, 8:16 pm Post #417 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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I love the way you make me get involved in the stories you write... Thank you Olya!!!
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| namenlos | November 29, 2010, 10:15 pm Post #418 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Aw, poor Alex... I completely understand her apprehensions, though.
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| tuesday's gone | November 30, 2010, 4:12 am Post #419 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Poor Alex, I feel for her! It will be difficult for her to balance her professional life and life with James and the tour. I sense some difficult times and yeah, some angst and unexpressed love... Now you simply have to write an update soon, please! *biting nails* |
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| Olyamet | December 1, 2010, 11:48 am Post #420 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! You keep me going!!! Here is a bit more! (Kirk's POV) As usual, Lars had everything set and thought of every little thing for the tour. The dates, cities, hotels, and transportation that our managers picked were approved by him. He was always good at making those decisions, he had a talent for multitasking. Making the set lists for every city was also his pride and joy, he had all the old set lists form previous tours. Always was making sure we didn't repeat songs from the previous years in the same city, keeping it fresh and exiting for the 'kids'. Jason and I were busy perfecting and memorizing songs from the new album, refreshing our memory of the old ones and learning a few new covers. It was decided that we would open every gig with Blackened, with the exception of a few dates later in the tour, where we'd start with Creeping Death. The new cover songs would include Iron Maiden's Prowler, Led Zeppelin's Helpless, How Many More Times, and Deep Purple's Black Night. For a few gigs we planned a little surprise, a switch of instruments for Am I Evil. I had to play bass, Jason would take my guitar, James would get on the drums, and Lars would sing. That would be a sight to see... and hear. The name of the tour was Damaged Justice and the schedule was brutal. The European Leg was planned to start with twenty-three gigs with Danzig opening for us in nine countries, then eighteen gigs with Queensryche in eight countries. After that we'd get a small break for ten days and start the North American Leg with eighty-seven gigs, from November fifteenth to April twenty-first, with Christmas break for a month in the middle. Another week-long break at the end of it and off we'd go to the Pacific Ocean Leg. Five countries, twelve gigs through May with Mortal Sin and The Cult opening. North America Leg Part Two would take us through another seventy-six gigs. Then, for the grand finale, the Brazilian Leg, four gigs, the last one on October eighth. The whole tour would take three hundred and ninety days, with two hundred and twenty gigs in twenty-two countries. “So, everything is set then.” James dropped onto the couch, opening another beer. “Yep, the only thing that isn't sitting right with me is your decision to drag your own focking pussy with us.” Lars walked to his drums, giving James a glare. “Her name is Alex and she's none of your fucking business.” James squeezed an empty beer can in his fist, throwing the distorted metal on the table. As it hit the surface, I tensed, knowing that Lars wouldn't let it go so easy, he never did. “Just don't want any focking drama on the tour.” Lars pulled his robe off and sat down on his stool, still looking in James' direction. “I can understand Kirk, he has no focking choice, Meg is working with us, but you... What the fock is with you and that girl? Don't tell me that little dame managed to focking wrap you around her finger so fast. I see it in vivid colors, Wolfy on a focking short leash.” Oh fuck... Here we go... shit will hit the fan... I nervously watched James get up and walk to the guitar stand. His lips were closed tight, a cold glare set on the drummer. “She's coming with me. End of discussion.” James picked up his guitar, turning his attention to the amp. I held my breath and prayed to God that Lars would let it go and get off the obviously sensitive topic. To my relief, he laughed it off. “Fine, fock it your way. What do you say Jason, with James and Kirk out, all the Ednas are at our disposal! I wonder if Evelyn's following us on this tour, she has an amazing mouth according to James.” Jason answered with a wide smile, James' face flinched, and Lars smirked at his reaction, hitting the drums with the beginning beat of Breadfan. James' guitar followed and Jason picked up the rhythm with the bass. I started to play my part, but my mind went wandering off to the past. There were a few girls that we kind of kept around, sort of like our favorite groupies. It all started a long time ago, before we had a big crew. Those girls were following us on tours, helping with little things like laundry and the wardrobe, making sure we had towels, food and of course, warm beds. Later, some of them became part of the crew, the others came and went. Evelyn was one of those girls, a small blonde with long hair, a killer body, and a shameless attitude. She joined the pack and followed us for the last two tours, managing to push away many other girls and establishing herself as James' groupie, not the regular Edna. Of course, that never stopped him from fucking anyone he wanted too, picking girls from the audience, but none of them ever stayed around, vanishing after James was done with them. I always thought that Evelyn had something to do with that. The favorites were very territorial, and the fact that we were bringing our girlfriends with us on this tour would certainly set them off. But then again, the status of a girlfriend was untouchable. I wonder how Meg and Alex would feel with the hostile jealousy of the elite groupies. Maybe I'd better warn them... not like those girls meant anything to any of us, but in their mind, they were the only possible girlfriend material, so who the fuck knows what they'd do. Nothing bold for sure, but there was always the danger of meeting face to face back stage, and a few words could hurt more than the blade of a knife. Fuck... ----- James and I were sharing a car as usual, there was no reason for both of us to drive, since we lived together. And after out jam session was over I waited for James to pull out of the parking lot and turned to him with the hope that he would understand my worries. “James, I think we need to talk.” “About what?” His eyes stayed on the road. “About Alex and Meg on tour.” I kept my eyes on his face, trying to read his expression. “What about it?” “Well... remember what happened last time you kind of had a girlfriend?”. “She wasn't a girlfriend, I just liked her, she knew how to get me off.” He smirked to himself, still not looking in my direction. “Okay, whatever you call it... she was with you for almost a month on the last tour and then, just like that, she was gone... and Evelyn was all over you once again...” Please take it seriously. “Not you too, Kirk! She was good with her mouth and that's all.” “I'm just worried that she may be too good with her mouth. I think you need to put her into place at the beginning of the tour, so there's no danger of her trying to scare Alex off, that's all.” There, I said it. “Mind your own fucking business, Quirk.” James' lips tightened. “James...” I started again, but he cut me off with a growl. “I got this, I'm not that stupid. Now, fuck off and worry about your own girlfriend.” “Fine, as long as you got it.” I turned away, watching buildings passing by in the night light of the city. I'll just warn Meg and hopefully she will tell Alex to stay away from those girls, especially the predatory blonde. Meg... my beautiful, sexy, cool and foxy girl... can't wait to melt in your arms. This passed week we barely spent any time together, both busy with last minute preparations. We need a romantic dinner with candles or something like that before the tour... This would be the ultimate test of our love. Both working crazy schedule, year on the road... I really hope our love is strong enough to survive the tour madness... I need it to survive. |
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