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| Trust I Seek; Het, James/OFC, romance, comedy, SMUT! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: August 18, 2012, 1:34 pm (7,031 Views) | |
| Verde Manzanita | August 29, 2012, 4:53 am Post #16 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Oh my God!! I don't know wether to say she is lucky for having James all for her or the thing is not so good at all because he got burned. But let's face it from the positive side: James couldn't be in better hands that Lucy's and she is going to be the one taking care of him, something I'm pretty sure he will never forget. First day and they're already flirting! It's great, so fuck Travis! She must leave him. I want MOAR!
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| lusy_orion | August 29, 2012, 5:26 am Post #17 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Oh poor James got burned but at least she is there to take care of him.. ..and it is her first day at work...she is a lucky woman Love this fic...MORE
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| Nora_Tallica | August 30, 2012, 10:04 am Post #18 |
Outlaw Torn
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This is just... AMAZING! really amazing story, you are such a great writer Nicole. You know how to describe the characters and their feelings... you know how to make it real for the reader. I LOVE IT.I laughed so hard with the bathroom scene because it was so WTF?! and LOL at the same time But I have to say that since now I'm a Travis hater. He's a fucking bag of shit. Although the sex scene was really HOT! forgot Travis.. I know that there was James.. in spirit and semen! so fuck off Travis ![]() And it's so sexy and romantic James in her care... I need to know what's going to happen! so please, write soon, write soon! I NEED MORE!
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| Attie | August 30, 2012, 7:25 pm Post #19 |
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Frantic
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OH MY GOD. Lucy is a freaking lucky girl! I was like squealing the whole time I was reading this; it's amazing! Keep up the good work!
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| HannahBanana | August 30, 2012, 10:51 pm Post #20 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OMG! I almost was about to write something similar to this But I like yours wayyy better |
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| NothingElseMatters | September 10, 2012, 12:54 pm Post #21 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Hi girls! So sorry for the delay in updates...the last few weeks have been CRAZY so finding time for fic has been almost impossible. But here it is, finally! I hope you enjoy it ![]() As usual, a big thanks goes to everyone who's reading and commenting! CHAPTER 5 “What the fock is going on? Where the fock is he? JAMES!” A voice bellowed through the corridor, startling me as I sat at the nurse’s station, silently writing up my notes. I smirked as I glanced up from my paperwork. There’s only one person in the world who sounds like that, I thought to myself, my blood beginning to pump excitedly. I grinned nervously as Lars exploded into the ward, closely followed by both Jason and Kirk. Lars looked around, frowning. “Hi. We’re here to see James Hetfield. Where is he?” Lars tapped his fingers on the desk, clearly agitated. Holy shit. It’s them. It’s fucking Metallica! I’d assumed I’d see the rest of the band at some point – I knew they must have been worried sick about James – but having all three of them standing in front of me, in the flesh, was almost surreal. I knew their faces so well – I’d spent countless hours poring over their pictures on posters and in magazines and had memorised every tiny detail of their appearances, right down to the cute little mole on Kirk’s right cheek. But without all the lights and the cameras and the crowd and the guitars and the sweat…oh god, the sweat…I shook my head, distracted. They were just normal guys, concerned about their friend. Even still, it took all my self-control to not throw my hands in the air in a double-horned metal salute and scream out a passionate “YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” in their faces. I jiggled my feet nervously. Chill, Lucy. CHILL. I gave each of the guys a silly grin, my heart pounding. “Uh…hi. He’s just here, in the next room. Let me check if he’s awake.” I stood up and quickly made my way into James’ room, my face flushed with nerves. James was lying on his side, facing away from me. “James?” I touched him gently on the back, careful to avoid his burns. For some reason I didn’t feel as nervous around him as I did the other guys. Nervous, no. Aroused, yes. I grinned to myself in the semi-darkness as James turned his head and gave me a sleepy, exhausted smile, saying nothing. I sighed softly. That smile. You’re killing me, Hetfield. “How are you? You’ve got some visitors.” Before I could even finish my sentence, Lars burst into the room, his eyes wide. “Oh man, you look like shit!” he breathed, his eyes taking in the array of bandages covering James’ body. “Fuck you, asshole,” James grunted in reply. The guys crowded around James, each competing for his attention. Anyone could see how much he meant to them – they talked loudly over the top of each other, their voices carrying through the ward as they each gave their own description of the evening’s events. I kept silent as I methodically checked James’ stats, listening surreptitiously to the banter around me. “…I mean, I looked over and you were fucking ON FIRE!” Kirk’s eyes were wide. Jason chimed in almost instantly. “Yeah, I had no idea what was going on, you were playing, then you were on the ground – ” “ – then they were throwing water on you – ” Lars butted in. “ – and your skin was BUBBLING, man. I could see the bone!” Kirk frowned, still clearly disturbed by what he had seen on stage. Unbelievable, I thought, adjusting James’ IV, pretending to be oblivious to their conversation. By the sounds of it, he’s lucky to be alive. “There was just total confusion,” James shook his head. “I didn’t know what was going on, the pyro guy didn’t know what was going on…” He trailed off, lost in thought. “I think I punched someone in the nuts.” I snorted with laughter, forgetting that I wasn’t meant to be listening. Lars, Jason and Kirk all turned to stare at me as my face flushed bright red with embarrassment. “Sorry,” I muttered, dropping my head to stifle my giggles. Out of the corner of my eye I saw James glance up at me and smile. “This is Lucy,” James grinned as he introduced me to the rest of the band. “My nurse.” His nurse. HIS nurse. HIS. I did a little dance inside my head. The three guys politely murmured their “hello”s and “nice to meet you”s as I stood awkwardly next to James’ bed, my eyes downcast. I was suddenly lost for words, overcome with shyness. My entire life I’d be praying for this opportunity – the opportunity to meet the most incredible band in the world – and yet here I was, all four of them in front of me, their attention focused solely on me, and for the first time ever I literally couldn’t think of a single word to say. Silence filled the air as the guys all stared at me, waiting for me to speak. “Um…your music is good,” I blurted finally, desperate to fill the embarrassing silence. Your music is good? Your music is GOOD? Really, Lucy? That’s all you’ve got? How about something along the lines of, “You guys really inspire me. The music you create is amazing and I’ve been a dedicated fan for a long, long time. I’ve just bought your new album. You’re all brilliant musicians and I’m really honoured to meet you.” I felt my blush deepen and begin to creep its way down my neck. IDIOT. “Thanks, that means a lot,” Jason murmured tactfully, sensing my nerves. I lifted my eyes as relief flooded through my system. They’re not laughing at me. Thank God. “It’s always nice to meet a fan,” Kirk added, smiling sweetly. Only Lars continued to gape at me, his brow furrowed as he scrutinized my face. I stared back anxiously, watching as his mind ticked over, his eyes scanning mine. “Hey!” he exclaimed, suddenly animated. “You’re that chick! The one in the bar!” His frown instantly melted into a shit-eating grin, his green eyes sparkling. “Found yourself in any other men’s bathrooms lately?” OH, FUCK. James’ eyes widened in recognition. “I KNEW it! Oh, shit! You’re the girl with the toilet paper on her ass!” He burst into loud, roaring laughter, throwing his head back as he snorted with amusement. OH, DOUBLE FUCK. So THAT’S why he’s been staring at me. Not because he likes me, he was just trying to make a connection between my ass and my face. Jesus. How totally fucking embarrassing. “Ummm…it was nice to meet you guys,” I muttered, thankful that I finally found something normal to say. “I’ve gotta go.” I hurried out of James’ room, my heart thumping in chest. “You guys embarrassed her,” I heard Jason chastise Lars and James quietly as I scurried away. “The poor girl…” For the second time in less than a week, I was walking away from James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich as they killed themselves laughing, all at my expense. Or at the expense of my ass. I flopped down in the chair at the nurse’s station and leant my head on the desk, thoroughly humiliated. I can’t believe I actually thought there might be a hint of chemistry between me and James, I thought. You’re nothing but a stupid fan girl, Lucy. Why would he be interested in you? Travis’ words came echoing back to me darkly: “...he wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last bitch on Earth...” As if on cue, my shoulder began aching, reminding me once again of the mess I had to deal with at home. Ugh. Travis. I sighed deeply, suddenly feeling tired and depressed, a sinking disappointment lying deep within my stomach. My boyfriend was an ass. My idols thought I was a freak. I was 10,000 miles away from my family and friends. I eyed off the phone in front of me, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. Rach...I need you... Determined to distract myself, I turned to my paperwork, scribbling away furiously. “We’re heading off. It was nice to meet you.” I glanced up some time later to see Kirk standing at the desk, a cute little smile playing at his lips. “Oh, and don’t worry about them,” he whispered as he nodded towards James’ room. “They’re just being dicks.” He smiled again as he waved me goodbye. Jason and Lars wandered past shortly after, Jason nodding at me politely, Lars giving me a cheeky, knowing grin. Aw, Kirky. I smiled despite my miserable mood. He’s so sweet! I glanced at my watch, my heart sinking slightly as I realised that James was due for more pain relief. Sighing, I gathered the drugs together and headed into James’ room. I’d have to face him at some point. “Hi,” I muttered despondently, entering the dimly lit room. He was sitting up in bed, lazily flicking through a magazine. I tried my best to ignore his gloriously naked chest as I quickly changed over the IV. “How are you feeling?” I asked, my nursing skills on auto-pilot. “Ok. Good to see the guys,” James smiled at me, his blue eyes sparkling. My heart thumped as I met his gaze. Damn you, James. Damn you and your sexiness. “What are you reading?” I glanced over his shoulder, breaking our eye contact. I was determined to remain indifferent but at the end of the day I still had a job to do. I couldn’t just ignore him. “Rolling Stone.” He showed me the cover, colourfully emblazoned with a glossy picture of one of my all-time favourite bands. “Ohhhhh, Lynyrd Skynyrd!” I gasped, my dejected mood immediately vanishing. “Oh, I LOVE them!” My eyes scanned the cover eagerly. “Yeah, me too.” James chuckled. “Favourite Skynyrd song?” “Oh, that’s easy. Freebird.” I replied instantly. “You?” James cocked his head thoughtfully. “Hmmm. Freebird’s good, no doubt. But I’m really getting into Simple Man right at the moment,” He grinned at me, sharing my enthusiasm. “God yes!” I nodded eagerly, my embarrassment from earlier now forgotten. “Anything off the first album is just freaking AWESOME.” I loved this kind of conversation, especially with people who appreciated what great music really was. Once I got on a roll, it was hard to shut me up. “What other bands do you like?” James asked, the magazine now lying idly at his side. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. My stomach dropped. I’d been so caught up in the conversation that I’d temporarily forgotten who I was talking to. “Uh…” Metallica! My head screamed. Metallica are the best fucking band in the whole damn world! “Ummm…I like Faith No More, Nirvana, ummm…Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns n' Roses…” I trailed off. For God’s sake, Lucy. Be honest, tell him what you think! I swallowed nervously. “Actually…” The corner of James’ mouth twisted in amusement as he watched me hesitate. “My absolute favourite band is Metallica, no question.” I squinted at him nervously, my heart beating wildly as I waited for his reaction. James raised his eyebrows in surprise, a bemused smile spreading slowly over his face. “Really? I kind of got the impression that you didn’t know who we were.” Oh God, James. Hardly. If only you realised how much I really DO know about you… I smiled shyly. “I was pretty nervous when the other guys were here before. Lars is kind of…intimidating. And the whole bathroom thing from Monday night…” I shook my head, my blush returning to my cheeks. “I’m so embarrassed.” Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m mortified. James chucked softly. “I thought it was cute, actually.” Cute? I dropped my eyes to the ground, my breath caught in my chest. Holy shit...cute... “Don’t be embarrassed. It was only me and Lars who saw you. Why do you think I stopped you before you left the bathroom? I didn’t want the whole bar to see you with a piece of toilet paper on your ass.” James’ eyes softened as he spoke. “And Lars is a dick. You shouldn’t feel intimidated. He’s probably more scared of you that you are of him.” James grinned at me as I raised my eyes to meet his. “Really?” My heart thumped violently as I stared at him, drinking in his gorgeous, genuine face. I felt a gentle stir in my belly, my carnal desires springing back into action. Fuck, he’s hot. “Really.” James paused, searching my eyes with his. “So. If you’re such a huge Metallica fan, why weren’t you at the concert tonight?” He changed topic discreetly. I sighed as a flash of disappointment ran through me. “It’s a long story.” “I’ve got time. Sit.” He gestured towards the chair at the side of his bed. Like in the bathroom on Monday night, I felt like his words were an order, not an invitation. I sat hesitantly, now eye-level with his beautiful, amazing face. I breathed out softly. Divine. “I was meant to be at the concert,” I started, twisting my hands in my lap. “I bought my tickets months ago. I was really looking forward to it.” I frowned as Travis’ image popped into my head. “And?” James prodded. “And…well, I had a fight with my boyfriend.” “What about?” I flushed bright red again as I thought back to Monday night. Well, James, while I was having sex with my boyfriend I was actually thinking about having wild, hot, passionate sex with you. Then when I came, I screamed out your name because I’d just spent the last ten minutes imagining you fucking me from behind. Hmmm. Perhaps not. “Oh…just…everything.” I squirmed in my chair, suddenly feeling incredibly turned on. I hesitated. “He didn’t want me to go to the concert, so he set my tickets on fire.” “He what?” James stared at me, his eyes wide. “He set your tickets ON FIRE?” “Yeah…” I trailed off, feeling once again the hurt and anger that Travis’ little display of egotism had caused me. Not to mention the fact he’d hit me – I couldn’t even think about that without wanting to cry. I raised my fingers to my cheek distractedly. “Why the fuck would he do that?” James spat furiously, taking me by surprise. Because of our hot fuck, remember, James? “Because he’s a shit.” I responded angrily, squashing my libido. “But…but that’s just fucked up,” James shook his head. “What the fuck was his problem?” I sat staring downwards silently as hot tears pricked at my eyelids. Oh God, Lucy, no. Don’t cry. No. Not now. Not in front of him. No, no, no... “Lucy?” James’ voice was deep, husky and full of concern. My stomach clenched tightly just listening to him speak. “Are you ok?” He reached out and grabbed my hand with his own. I drew in a sharp intake of air. His touch was like fireworks. His move was completely unexpected, yet so incredibly...natural. I stared down in disbelief at our hands, now clasped together tightly. “He hit me.” I spoke the words softly, hesitantly. I kept my eyes downcast as a single lone tear snaked its way furtively down my cheek. Why was I telling him all this? “He hit you?” James voice echoed with disbelief. I nodded silently, refusing to meet his eyes. “Holy shit, Lucy.” James shook his head angrily. “That’s...fuck...that’s just...that’s fucking bullshit.” I continued to stare at our hands, his strong, manly fingers wrapped tightly around mine. I waited for some sort of fan-girl hormone rush, an oh-my-God-I’m-totally-holding-hands-with-James-Hetfield kind of feeling, an overwhelming Miss Giggle and Swoon moment, to come shooting through my system. But it didn’t. It just felt...normal. And nice. Really nice. “Did you tell the police?” I sniffed. “No.” “Did you tell your parents?” “No.” "Did you tell ANYONE?" "No." “Why not?” What’s with all the questions, Hetfield? “Cos...I don’t know. It’s not that big a deal.” “Not that big a deal? It’s fucking violence, Lucy. You don’t hit girls.” James sounded livid. I lifted my head slowly. He was staring at me, his amazing blue eyes searching desperately in mine. I stared back, losing myself as I began to drown in the deepness of his gaze. It was like he was looking deep into my soul, exposing me, rendering me naked. A deep, sensual longing ran through me and there was no doubt that this time, the electricity in the air was real. I could tell that he felt it too. He blinked slowly, a tiny smile hinting at his lips. “I like your eyes,” he whispered softly. Oh...JESUS. I smiled shyly. Was this really happening? I shifted in my seat, an inexplicable force drawing me closer to James’ soft, sensual lips. If I just leant forward a little...just a little...I could almost... “Uh, Lucy? Are you...busy?” I jumped in surprise as a deep male voice from the doorway startled me from my moment in James’ gaze. I whipped my head around in the direction of the voice to see Mark, the hot doctor from earlier, his eyes landing on James’ hand wrapped tightly around my own. I tugged my fingers away quickly, my breathing shallow and ragged. “Mark! Hi!” I jumped to my feet nervously. What the fuck was he doing here? Didn’t he go home? “I left my beeper behind,” Mark said, reading my thoughts. He continued to stare at us quizzically, his eyes asking a million unspoken questions. “I came back to get it and couldn’t find anyone at the desk. I was wondering where you were.” Shit. How long had I been sitting there? Ten minutes? An hour? I had no idea. “Oh. Right. I’ll, um, be right out,” I grinned uneasily, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward and self-conscious. Was I really about to just lean over and kiss James Hetfield? I shook my head at my own audacity. Jesus, Lucy. My eyes widened as a second thought edged its way slowly into my lust-filled brain. Trying to kiss a patient. Oh, CRAP. I am in SO MUCH TROUBLE. Mark frowned slightly, then nodded politely at James before turning to leave the room. “Who was that dick?” I giggled as James screwed up his nose at Mark’s departing figure. “That’s one of the doctors. I’ve just been caught not doing any work on my very first shift. I’m in deep shit.” “You’re new? Oh, wow. I had no idea.” “Yeah, and I’m not even supposed to be here yet. My first day was officially meant to be on Monday. I asked to come in early so I could avoid my boyfriend.” “How lucky am I then?” “What?” “To get you as my nurse. I could have had any old bat look after me but instead I got you, on your very first day. I’m lucky.” “Maybe I’m the lucky one.” I raised an eyebrow flirtatiously. Fuck it. You’re already in trouble. Enjoy it. “Maybe you are.” James grinned back at me playfully. Every inch of my body tingled with delight. What an amazing, sexy, incredible man. And he’s flirting with me. I think I might die. “You know what? I’m kind of glad your asshole boyfriend torched your tickets.” James smiled at me shyly. “Cos otherwise you wouldn’t be here, and then I wouldn’t have met you.” Oh, James... My insides felt like liquid, my heart was thumping madly against my ribs. Elation pumped wildly through my veins and I felt like hugging myself in delight. “Lucy?” Mark was back at the doorway, his frown now deepening into an irritated scowl. “Now, please.” I flashed one last grin at James and quickly scampered out the door behind Mark. I knew I was about to get raked over the coals for my lack of professionalism. Sitting around doing nothing – nothing except trying to lock lips with a patient – was a big no-no. I’d be lucky if I got out of this without a written warning. I couldn’t care less. To be continued... Edited by NothingElseMatters, September 10, 2012, 1:13 pm.
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| Verde Manzanita | September 10, 2012, 2:18 pm Post #22 |
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Awwwwwwwww, but that was soooooooo cute!! I'm so glad Lucy was able to meet James, and he seems to like her =) Your writing style is great, girl, so keep going! MOAR!
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| Voxx | September 10, 2012, 4:58 pm Post #23 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Hm, well I just read the entire piece. I think it's an interesting take on a het fic. I like that it's different from everything else out there right now. Plus, I think that you write well which makes me want to read more. I like that you're using humor in this piece! People need to write more humor! Every single moment does not need to be angst ridden. ![]() Congrats so far and I'm looking forward to seeing how this all plays out! |
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| lusy_orion | September 10, 2012, 6:10 pm Post #24 |
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This is great,really great.. ![]() Can't wait for more!! |
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| Shayniz21 | September 10, 2012, 6:31 pm Post #25 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm sooooo excited to see how this plays out! I can totally see that James feels something for her. Maybe this will help later on??? Give me more!!! |
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| HannahBanana | September 10, 2012, 11:32 pm Post #26 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Well isn't Lucy just lucky
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| NothingElseMatters | September 11, 2012, 12:44 am Post #27 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Yep She might not be lucky for long though... Girls, thank you so much for your comments!! I love being able to share this crazy little side of me with you all ![]() |
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| Shayniz21 | September 11, 2012, 10:28 pm Post #28 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Not lucky for long? I hope that doesn't mean between James and Lucy. She needs ti leave Travis and get with James. |
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| lusy_orion | September 12, 2012, 7:07 am Post #29 |
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Not lucky for long?????? ...and you leave us with that??? Oh...nice work Nicole..
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| NothingElseMatters | September 12, 2012, 8:27 pm Post #30 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Thanks Stephanie, I really appreciate that Yeah, it is different from everything else - I wasn't sure if that was going to be a good thing or a bad thing! I'm really enjoying writing it though. Mmmmmmmm sexy TBA James... ![]() "Every single moment does not need to be angst ridden"...hehehehe, the next chapter is completely angst ridden, sorry!! Just a bit of tension to keep things interesting ![]() I'll be updating again very soon, I've finished the next chapter and I'm just tidying it up a bit, checking for spelling/grammer etc. Edited by NothingElseMatters, September 12, 2012, 11:01 pm.
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Yeah, it is different from everything else - I wasn't sure if that was going to be a good thing or a bad thing! I'm really enjoying writing it though. Mmmmmmmm sexy TBA James... 

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