#guess whos feeling like shit right now 🙋‍♀️

[rococo-skeleton]

Everytime I go to a job interview, 10 years of my life is taken from me along with my long and laboring progress at mental stability

[ghostbustting]

Hiiii can you write something about being a guitar tech for james and you two get really close but then Jason gets quite jealous andddd.... (Smut with a bit of angst and some fluff maybe ☺️)

Guess who just got their first request? 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

╰┈➤“𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲„ ๋࣭⭑

Jason Newsted x Reader

Contains Smut.

My eyes were fixated onto the guitar in my hands that will be used by Metallica’s James Hetfield in a few hours from now for their concert. My fingers trail across the black ESP MX220, searching for any flaw or scratches.

I pick on the new string I had put on his guitar as an exchange of the one he broke last time on a practice.

Getting a job as Hetfield’s guitar tech was honestly better than I expected. Unlike the stage team, I don’t need to walk back and forth and back and forth, carrying heavy properties in my arms.

Instead, I just have to make sure his instrument wont be messed up for the performance. Cause if it was.. let’s say I won’t be here backstage right now.

Suddenly, someone placed two hands on my shoulders, making my heart dropped and flinch to the point I almost dropped the guitar, immediately hugging it tightly.

Laughter fill my ears as I turn around and find a laughing James Hetfield in front of me. “Why so stiff? You’re not the one performing, are you sweets?” He chuckle and sit down next to me.

I quickly check the guitar once again, “Geez, James.. I almost dropped the guitar!” I huff in relief when I find no damage. He snicker and took a sip of the beer he’s holding. There’s seriously not a day I see him without a beer. “Yea yea, sorry.” He say.

The nice thing about working for James is that he was never really as cocky or bossy as how I heard some rock stars are. He’s actually a real charmer and entertainment.

As I start to tune the guitar carefully, I can still feel James’ presence next to me, hearing his breathing and drinking. Then, he spoke up again, something “Hey, did you cut your hair?”

I turn to him, my eyebrows raised out of confusion. “Uh.. yeah? Like a few inches or so to even the ends..” I answer slowly, “How did you even notice?” I chuckle.

He chuckle as well and run a hand through his long blond hair, “Ah you know, observation master.” He arrogantly say as he shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Lookin’ pretty, y’know?”

Flattered by his compliment, I look down and laugh softly, shaking my head.

At that moment, what I had not realized was the blue eyes from the other side of the room that are glaring at both me and James and the close proximity between us.

I was completely oblivious to how Jason was playing his bass while his eyes are narrowed and technically sending daggers at the back of our heads, his fingers basically gripping the instrument like his life depends on it.

“So..” James starts again, earning a hum from me while I’m still focused on tuning the electric guitar in my hands. I did notice the way he moved the slightest bit closer to me, “You got a plan after the concert?” He ask with a grin.

Feeling a bit taken aback by his sudden question, this time I look up at him before slowly answering, my voice slow with a hint of curiosity. “No.. why?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m quite positive almost everyone knew how much charm Hetfield holds and how many chicks he had wrapped around his fingers. On stage and.. in bed.

He look down and chuckle to himself before looking back up at me, “I’m just wondering if I can take you out for some dinner later?”

My eyes widens and I think about it for a while before answering.. “Huh.. sure.” I respond with a shrug and a small smile, earning a wider one from James.

“Shit!”

Our heads turns to the other side of the room, only to find Jason having one of his strings broken. I cringe to myself at the frustrated grimace he had on his face, glancing up at me a little before quickly returning his gaze to his bass as a roadie took it. He looked.. tense. Something in that glance he gave me odds me out..

I stood by the other roadies as we watch the band perform from the sides of the stage. I cross my arms, leaning against a wall. My eyes are fixated on James, cautious if his guitar starts going cuckoo, making sure I did all the set up for his guitar correctly.

At the same time, I can’t help but start nodding to the beat of the music, enjoying the live performance that’s right in front of my eyes in person.

But then, my sight of James was blocked when Jason starts playing next to him, his eyes clearly focused on me as he play his bass, headbanging. I raise an eyebrow as he manage to keep eye contact with me, my heartbeat starting to accelerate as he seem to not care if anyone else notice the- technically, eye-fucking he’s doing to me.

What is with him tonight?

Despite the sound being taken over by the two guitarists, I can tell Jason was playing his bass more intensely than usual. Scanning my eyes over his fingers, I can see the way he play the instrument much more passionately.

My eyes glance up again at his eyes, only to find him looking at me slightly smugly now, definitely noticing the way I eye his fingers. Fuck.

After that, I return my gaze towards the other band members and try to avoid Jason’s never ending gaze that lingers on and on.

Even when I’m not looking, I can feel how intense his eyes are. It’s burning a hole right through me. It’s causing a feeling of nervous to take over my sense.

The concert was getting closer to the end. The more I feel Jason’s eyes linger on me, the longer it feels like this show is going. I tap my shoe on the floor impatiently. I don’t even know why I’m getting so nervous.. I just.. His eyes..

“I’m going to the restroom.” I blurted out to the roadie next to me and tip toe my way out of the spot my shoes have practically been planted on since the concert started.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I make my way past everyone and through the backstage area till my eyes finally found peace at the sign that shows the sentence: “Women’s Restroom”.

I sigh in relief as I place my hand on the handle and open the door, entering in. I close the door behind me and approach the sinks and rest my hands on both sides of it, looking at the reflection of my face on their slightly rusty mirror.

My eyes widens when I see how red my cheeks are. I slowly bring my fingertips up to my cheek, finding out how warm they are. What the hell happened to me?

Before I could process things any longer, the door busted open and when I turn to look towards it, I was met by the one and only Jason Newsted, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it as he storm up to me.

My heart beats louder and faster when he place his hand on mine, forcing them to stay on the sides of the sink.

“Jason—”

“What the fuck were you thinking, accepting James’ date?”

How similar his voice now and the voice he use onstage scares me, his hot breath fanning against my neck, making my breath hitch and my chest starts heaving up an down. “It—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he cut me off. “Did I tell you to speak?” He ask right against my ear as one of his hand clasped onto my mouth, shutting me up. I shake my head in response, trying to stay quiet for him.

He chuckle dryly and holds my wrists behind my back with his other hand, staring into my eyes through the reflection of us in the mirror. “Goddamn slut. Fucked me through the whole tour.. screamed my name almost every night.. kept what we have in the dark.. then you decided to flirt and go on a date with my bandmate instead.” He whisper.

Every letter that leave his lips seems to meet my chest directly, causing it to keep pounding only louder and louder. His eye contact on the mirror is strong, almost as if it’s directly. One thing I’ve learned from our times together.. Jason’s gaze is sharper than any razor. It never failed to have my heart pop out of my chest. And the only one that can pop it right back in is him.

“And now.. now you’re gonna pay.”

Before I can process his words, his hands moved to my hips and he spun me around, almost immediately connecting his lips onto mine.

I gasp into his mouth before slowly giving in and kissing back, my eyes fluttering close while my hands start to trail up to hold his cheeks, only for my hands to be slapped away.

He scoff and pin my hands onto the sides of the sink again, “Think a slut like you deserve to touch me? Keep. your. hands. there.” He demanded me, grinning just a bit at how aroused yet restricted I feel.

Then, my skin was blessed by the feeling of his lips back on me, this time on my neck. His kisses were mean and sloppy, biting a mark onto my skin every now and then. I yearn to touch that hair of his, run my fingers through it, pull on it.. but I know better than to disobey him.

Small whines leave my lips as he pull my shirt up and let it stay at the top of my chest, then he unbutton my pants and pull them down, the fabric pooling around my feet. He lean back to take in the sight for a second. “..There’s no way I’m letting Hetfield see you like this.” He mutter and shook his head before grabbing my hips and spun me around yet again.

I hold onto the sides of the sink, feeling like it’s the only thing I can depend on to balance my weak knees as he pushed my back and force me to bend over the sink. I feel his hand rub my back up and down.. slowly going into my hair and yanking it down so my head look up, my eyes meeting my own in the mirror.

“Keep your eyes there for me, baby.”

I didn’t even realize his own pants and boxers have left his skin, leaving his length to be revealed, hard as a rock with precum dripping on the tip. Oh how I crave to taste him. But for tonight, I know I have to play by his game and his only.

A shaky breath leave my lips as he pull my panties to the side, feeling the tip of his cock just lightly pressed against my swollen cunt, already wet.

The moment he actually pushed into me with a groan.. my pupils struggles to stay fixated on the sight in the mirror as a small whimper escapes me when he start slowly pumping into me, stretching me out.

The way his length will always stretch me out like a fresh cunt every time we do this still scratches a part of my brain, the way he always make me feel like a new woman every time he enters me, no matter how many nights we’ve done it during this whole tour.

His hands on my hips, fingers gripping tightly that it’s no doubt that it’ll leave a mark. I gasp as he starts to play mean again, thrusting faster and faster as the second goes on.

I can hear him groan and moaning behind me, a noise I would never get bored of, a type of melody I’d savor till the end of the world, a type of rhythm I’d surely find myself touching myself to once this tour ends.

Moans leave my own lips, unable to keep how good it feels to myself. My eyes starts to roll to the back of my head.. when I feel a harsh slap to my ass and another hand yanking my hair, earning a wince from me. “Eyes.” He demanded, this time his voice delivered it rather calmly.

Another thing that’ll keep me up all night is the way his voice will stay so calm and chill despite how mean he’s treating me. It made me acknowledge how good I made him feel, he’s surely not one to hide it as through our sexes he’d make statements like; “So good..”, “You make me lose my mind..”, “I love the way you feel”, and I’m not one to complain. Why would I?

We paused our movements when suddenly.. we hear a knock on the restroom door along with a voice calling my name. James Hetfield’s voice, to be specific.

“You in there? Hello?”

I feel a pang of fear and guilty of having to ditch him for Jason. I wonder if he’ll realize I am indeed here, yet stuffed with his bassist’s cock buried deep in my stomach.

“Answer him.” Jason’s words caught my off guard, I shift my head a little to look at Jason with wide eyes like he’s crazy. He actually looked dead serious, which made me gulp and shake my head, pleading him silently not to.

But then, he grabbed onto me and bring me to the door, his length staying inside me the whole time as he pin me against the wall this time, bringing his lips to my ear. “Answer. him.”

With a shaky voice, I slowly speak up. “Y-yes, James?”

“Oh! What are you doing there? Ready to go?”

“I..” I look over at Jason as he slowly hold my hips again slowly starts his thrusting again, creating a knot in my stomach as the tension is way too high for me to stay steady. “I- I don’t feel too good, J-James.. I’m sorry—” I quickly cut myself off with my hand as a moan almost slipped out.

I can hear the disappointment and concern in James’ voice as he spoke again, “Want me to come in?”

”NO! I- I mean— no, sorry, please I—” I struggle with my words as the feeling of releasing comes close to me, before I can utter another letter out, James spoke up again.

“I understand, see you tomorrow.” The disappointment in his voice guilts me out, but I’m way too distracted by Jason’s passionate thrusts as they get even faster again once James walk away from the door.

I let out a shaky breath as I hold onto the door, “Please.. ‘M close..” I whimper and try to grind back against him.

He groan and wrap an arm around my stomach, pulling my back against his chest, “Let go with me, baby. You can do it..” His voice was muffled against my neck as his hips’ movement starts to falter and he burry his face in my hair.

With one last thrust of his length, Jason and I release together, dirty noises coming out of us together as we can only hope no one from outside hears it. I can feel the sensation of our mixed cum oozing out of my pussy, his cock still buried in me as we try to steady ourselves.

My legs feels shaky as Jason holds me close in order to balance me, “You okay?” He mumble against my shoulder, pressing light feather-like kisses onto it.

Another thing I love. How soft he is after sex.

I hold onto his arm that’s still around my stomach and nod a little, huffing as I lean against him for support. “I- I’ll manage..” I spoke softly with a short nod, whimpering when he slip his cock out of me.

“I’m sorry.. I should’ve just let you have your date.”

I slowly turn around and hold onto his shoulder for balance instead, “Why- why do you care so much anyways..? I mean.. we’re.. we’re just fucking, right..?” My voice stays soft and gentle as I look into his blue eyes, finding it hard to tell what emotion or thought is planted in those eyes.

He sigh and shake his head, “I can’t control my feelings. I just can’t.” He mumbled as he wrap his arms around me and hug me close, his face hidden in my neck, I can feel his lips giving those soft kisses again, this time on top of the marks he had previously given. “I want you. Bad.”

I look down at him as I realize what he meant, slowly wrapping my own arms around him, “Jason..” I whisper. Meanwhile, the boy stays silent and stay hidden in my neck.

Might this be the start of something new?

[pbaz7]

so excited for some cute little fluff (that better be what this is) (also tysm to the anon who said they loved my live reacts and i made their day, you made my day by saying that! ily baby!)

Anything Azzi wanted—or even thought about wanting—Paige made sure she had it.

this is the situation irl and im convinced

Paige would drop everything to sit by her side, holding her hand until Azzi's world felt steady again.

guys what why do i want to cry

She loved her so deeply it used to scare her sometimes.

so scared of this happening to me bc i know im the type of person to get in this situation😬

But Paige was also human. And everyone messes up sometimes.

say it louder for the old men on twitter shitting on her game

knowing she was going to pay for whatever they decided on.

paige is legit the team's sugar mama lmao

Azzi 💗: Well I guess that’s a no to the date

babe you've been on delivered for like 10 minutes don't be freaking out

Ice chimed in, laughing. “Azzi, you better send us some cowboy hats or something. Donate to the cause!”

i love icey ik that's an unpopular opinions apparently but like she's so cutie baby i love her

“Paige’s girl is calling during the live? 👀” “Not Siri exposing Paige rn 😭😭😭.”

the type of shit i'd be commenting

The two of them were always bad at being subtle when it came to Paige and Azzi.

ice if there was an award for outing p and az the most: 🙋‍♀️🏆

“I don’t really want to hang out with you anymore.”

respecfully azzi it seems like this is the kind of thing you can let slide seeing as how perfect p is to you 99.9% of the time

But Paige didn’t answer. She quietly buckled her seatbelt, her eyes flicking to the live chat on KK’s phone. Comments were flying in.

ik these fucking hoes are gonna be in the comments like "omg they broke up" like please guys what

But when they pulled up to a flower shop, the sign out front indicating it was about to close, KK finally ended the live.

this girl. it's like 9 pm.

“Paige!” the woman greeted warmly. “You’re just in time. What can I get for you today?”

the florist knows her by name. if this doesn't beat the player p allegations idk what will.

Paige’s heart sank when she noticed the faint redness around Azzi’s eyes, a clear sign she’d been crying.

princess don't cry you're perfect and i love you

“I wanna sleep alone tonight.”

sorry but respectfully azzi is pissing me off in this story

“Az, you act like I don’t care about us. I’m always thinking about you, no matter where I am.

clock. it.

Once in four years!”

it is so valid for p to be saying this idec

“I love you too… I’m just mad right now.”

i feel like i'm being stabbed slowly

The room was completely covered in flowers. Vases, bouquets—there were everywhere, sitting on her desk, lined up on the floor, spilling over onto her nightstand.

oh my god it's the 1,000 yellow daisies from gg

“Paige what… how is this still here? They’re supposed to have everything at the next location already for tomorrow.”

she's so perfect and cute i love lover p

“Yet, here you are still my girlfriend after all these years.” Paige teased, smirking.

in it for the long haul

The two of them continued their private tour, hand in hand, stealing kisses between pieces of art and basking in the quiet intimacy of the night Paige had created just for them.

and it ended better it would have been in the first place. cuties

hey author, this was so adorable! i'm loving all these one shots, they're so cute and i feel like you get to show off ur creativity as a writer.

hoping everything is okay with your girlfriend and you know you can always talk to me!

lysm bb

-🍉

this is the situation irl and im convinced

it’s definitely their situation irl

so scared of this happening to me bc i know im the type of person to get in this situation

no i definitely do not recommend. happened to me once and it turns you into a horrible person for a second

i love icey ik that's an unpopular opinions apparently but like she's so cutie baby i love her

i love isuneh so much and i hate that it’s an unpopular opinion because that’s bookie butt fr

i loved writing lover p it’s so nice because they always tryna make her a whore i did once 🫣

ily and i love your reaction like always 🍉

i need some more one shot ideas lowkey

[pancakewithsprinkles]

😅 Honestly just the whole fact that I'm shipping a human with an axolotl... I'm a proud believer in "cringe culture is dead" but my brain still gives me a side eye while writing about them...

🥺 Them being gay <3

🤡 This gem comes from Chapter 6: “Ohhh no, too much electricity. Waay too much electricity. Fuck, how do you get rid of it? Like, water or something??” In Frank's defense, he was panicking. It also didn't help that with his kindergarten level education he was stupid enough to think that'd work. He stole a cup of water from one of the Killers as lightning and threw it at Kinito to see what happened. What happened was he burst into flames."

😈 Frank's letters to home. Definitely.

✍ My best friends!!

🛒 I want my fics to be brimming with imagery and entertaining characters!

🎢 I literally only have one...

✨ I'm really freakin proud that I wrote 7 full length chapters in a month

💋 LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!

🎶 I listen to piano music <3

🛠 Google docs for life baby!!!

⛔ A first person TADC fic. I might start it up again though...

🙋‍♀️ One other person..

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Nope :3

🍆 Nope :3

🌞 Anytime I feel like it

💖 Percy Jackson

💌 If I could hang all of them up on a wall and frame it, I would

❌ Bang or die

💲 Absolutely

🧐 It helps when your "research" is just reading a short character bio and a trailer.

🏆 "Dead by Daylight but Kinito is suffering through 50% of it" great title, I know.

🎃 I don't write seasonal fics, but I'm definitely planning on doing that!!! If I had to guess I think halloween would be the funnest

🎯 None surprisingly! I'm really happy about that.

🎨 Screaming sobbing throwing up- I do a little happy dance and stare at it for hours

📈 1 and counting!!

🦅 Fly by the seat of my pants baby! The readers dont know where the story is going next and I dont either!!

👀 Welll..... In chapter 8 there will definitely be some "Taking care of my partner who is sick and delirious" action. Is there a name for that trope yet??

🤗 GO FOR IT!!!! No matter how stupid or bad, WRITE IT!!! If nobody will read it, I'LL READ IT! I'LL EAT THAT SHIT UP FOR YOU! WRITE WRITE WRITE!

💞 I have way too many. Spamton G Spamton, Kinitopet, Leshy (Inscyrption).... the list goes waaaayyy on

🧠 Spamton G spamton

🤩 I love writing Frank honestly. He's my pookie bear <333 I never liked the legion much before writing the fic, but now I would literally die for them

🤲 this is the only WIP I have for chapter 8 lmao. Writers block got my ass: "USER NIGHTMARE, CLOWN GETS KINITO DRUNK, FRANKS COAT FOR WARMTH" I know, great WIP right?

😬 Lmao I show my parents my fic (Theyre huge dead by daylight fans)

🎉 Comments!!!

✅ Crying. Lots and lots of crying.

📚 Fuck yeah. I'm literally writing a book at this point in time lmao

⌛ An hour :3

🤯 Sex. Never writing sex.

💔 Nah, but having writers block sure broke my heart lol.

💥I will cry. Dont give it to me please let me live in blissful ignorance

🤭 Fluff and/or Hurt/comfort :3

🥰 I LOVE READER INTERACTION SO MUCH GIMME GIMME GIMME I WANNA TALK WITH MY FANS PLEASE PLEASE PELASE

Thank you for making this!!! It was super fun and it made me feel a little better about having writers block. Rest in peace everyone who's been waiting for chapter 8. I'm so sorry AND IF YOU DONT KNOW I MADE A FANFIC HERE YOU GO HERES THE LINK https://archiveofourown.org/works/55030426/chapters/139509355

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[cromossomes]

emoji version 😊🌸🌺

Oh, I see 👀 You 😺 think I 🙋‍♀️ don’t 🚫🚫 know what 💥The fuck💥 I’m talking about.

Let me guess 🤔🔎 You 😺 think 💭 you’re the 🥇only one🥇 who’s been 🤕hurt😵 before? That because 😺you’ve😺 been a victim😢😥 you’ve hit 👼Holy Martyr⚰️💀 status and can do 🙅‍♀️no🙅‍♀️ wrong❌?

📣📣News Flash📰: 🚷NOBODY🚷 is ⬆️above the 👉basic👈 social obligation✅ to 🚫Not Be An Asshole💩💨

Nobody. 😠🙍‍♀️

Not me🙋‍♀️, not them👦👨👴, not you😺.

Did someone hurt 💢🤕 you? Degrade 😵 you? Cause you pain 😢 and suffering 😖😣? Do you 😺💭remember💭 it constantly⏰, always in the 🔙back🔙 of your head 🧠 late at night 🌃 and on quiet 🔇 afternoons 🏙️ when you just ❌can’t❌ seem to get out🚶‍♀️ of bed🛏️😴?

That 💢sucks🤦‍♀️ It 💢really, really fucking🤬 sucks🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ And I hope they 🔥burn🔥 in hell😈 I really do🙇‍♀️ But that experience🕴️ doesn’t 🧚‍♀️magically🧙‍♀️ imbue you 😺 with the 😇Godlike😇 ability to ❌Never Be An Asshole 💩 Ever 🙅‍♀️🚫

Yeah, you might 😤 feel like you’re right✅✅ all the time ⏰ but 💥surprise!💥 EVERYONE 👦👧👨👩👴👵 thinks they’re right✅. Nobody 🙅‍♀️ goes out 🏠💨 and intentionally does something 👀 they can’t somehow 🧐 👉internally👈 justify wanting to do. That’s just ❌not❌ how people👨👩 work.

Do you 😺 have 💢Trauma?💢 So do I 🙋‍♀️. Shit 💩 sucks 😲 ass 🍑 and it’s hard 😔😔 to control 🕹️ But at a certain point ☝️ you have to put on your 🙆‍♀️big kid👶 panties 👖 and say 💬 “I ❌didn’t❌ want this, but now it’s mine🙋‍♀️, and it’s my responsibility🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️”

Does 🧨lashing out🧨 at me 🙋‍♀️ make you 😺 feel better ☺️😊? Does it erase✏️ all those bad 😢 memories and feelings 💔 locked up 🔒 inside? Does pretending 🧚‍♀️ you’re 😤better😤 than me because my experience 🧪🔬 is different 🆚 from yours somehow bring you 😀joy😀?

Good. 😊☺️👍

Because now⌚ you know 🧐 for certain how others 👦👨👴 felt when they looked 👀 down ⬇️ on YOU 😺 and you have a better understanding 🤔 of how easy ✅ it is to be an asshole 💩💨 when you think 💭 you’re the one who’s 👼Good👼 and 💁‍♀️Normal💁‍♀️ and ✅Right✅.

Eat 👅 my 🙋‍♀️ ass 🍑.

Some of y'all genuinely hate dudes and honestly, that's super cringe