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[ghostbustting]

Fluff with Jason Newsted

Early 80s

The two of you are just on the couch cuddling, you laying on your back and him having his head on your chest and just kissing various parts of his face every few seconds, just making him feel loved

I love fluff with Jason 😔✊️

╰┈➤“𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑯„ ๋࣭⭑

Jason Newsted x Reader

The letters in the magazine enchanted me, my focus all on the eye catching images and interesting sentences the magazine had in as I hold the paper in my hands, my legs curled up on the comfortable couch Jason and I bought to place in our living room not so long ago.

It was just another normal Friday night, rain was pouring out all around the city, soaking what was once dry streets. The sound of raindrops falling fills my ears, despise my focus being on the magazine in my hand.

That’s when I hear that same voice I love for what felt like ages yelled out,

”CANNONBALL!!”

I look up immediately, my eyes widening when I found the sudden sight of my one and only boyfriend, Jason jumping onto the couch I am currently relaxing on, his arms pressing and wrapping around his knees right against to his chest while he’s getting closer and closer to landing.

With a yelp, I quickly dodged away from him, clutching my magazine onto my chest as the man in front of me land on the couch and laughed out loud with his hand holding his stomach. “God, Jase!” I huffed and hold my chest to control my heartbeat.

Still giggling like a little kid, Jason lays down on his stomach, his arms coming out to reach me and wrap around my torso, holding me close to him as he lean down, his lips pressing soft kisses on my stomach.

“Sorry, baby.” He chuckled and pulled me down so that I am laying down as well, my legs stretching out while he climb up to rest his head on my chest, one of his hand stays wrapped around my body while his other hand holds mine, placing kisses on my fingers. “How was your day, beauty?” He ask, his blue eyes looking right up at mine.

A small smile slowly crept up my face when I saw how comfortable he can easily get just by laying on me, my hand leaving his to reach out towards his curls, combing through them with my fingers. “Was alright. Pretty sure I slept half of it though.”

I answered him, my voice soft while I admire the beautiful face of Jason Curtis Newsted laying on my own chest. His eyes, his hair, the lines that appear next to his lips whenever he does that cute smile of his, the smallest imperfection in his gorgeous features, the way his eyes squeezed when he smiles wider, the shape of his jaw, and the man I love overall.

I could watch his face for hours and hours.

But what I wouldn’t be able to do is to watch his face without feeling the need to paint every single skin on his face with my kisses.

Another cute laugh leave his lips when he heard my answer, acting as an auto-command to my body as I immediately lean down and kiss his cheek at how adorable he is in my eyes, his smile getting even wider the moment my lips met his skin.

“Hey.. what’s that for, hmm?” He ask with a chuckle.

I laugh softly and shake my head before kissing his forehead, “Nothing..” I mumble with my lips right against his skin, moving slowly to his temple and pressing a kiss there as well.

When I look down at him, I found him with his eyes closed, the smile staying on his face still, his cheeks now having a tint of pink in them, the sight only encouraging me to fill his face with even more kisses, my lips longing for more of his skin.

”How was yours?” I softly spoke.

”Hmm?”

”How was your day?”

His eyelids slowly flutter back open, looking back into mine as he starts to speak, his voice just as soft as mine. “Well.. It went.. like the usual.” He smiled up at me, a hint of tiredness behind how loving his eyes looks.

Leaning down, I press a kiss on the tip of his nose this time, his eyes blinking and looking right into mine with a quite visible love behind those charming blue eyed gaze of his. Jason wasn’t really one to hide his emotions when he’s near me, he always made it clear how comfortable and transparent he seems to be around me.

It’s like something he couldn’t control.

Something he could never conceal.

Not with me in his sights, at least.

Jason suddenly spoke again, “I love your eyes.. They make me feel.. loved.” His voice came out in a soft whisper, his eyes going from my left eye to my right one, in a way almost enchanted by them.

I was quite sure he could see the sparkles in my eyes every single time I look at him, I just can’t help but admire how this beautiful man is mine, and I can’t believe he sees me the exact same way I see him.

Another kiss graze his soft skin, this time on his jaw, my hand pulling his hair away from his face so there were more of his beautiful face on display for me to paint with my kisses.

Meanwhile, he was just laying there, his head resting still on my chest while he look up at me with that soft smile as I continue to kiss all over his face. He was so used with this, and the look on his face never failed to warm my heart. The way I could immediately tell that he enjoys my love for him always got me.

And every time we have these type of moments, it seems and feels as if all of our problems have disappeared, as if nothing else matters, as if the world outside of here just.. vanished away.

A house that was once filled with the loud noises of rain falling on the pavement outside and the roof that shelters us, now turned to a safe place where it’s all quiet and it’s just the two of us here, on this couch filled with love.

Any noises that once fill our ears were hushed.

There’s just always been a kind of hush all over the world with nights like this. All I’ll be able to hear are sounds of lovers in love, all I’ll be able to see are just the two of us and nobody else in sight, and all I’ll be able to feel are how good it feels just to hold him tight into me.

Love takes over me and I just start kissing all over his face with no control, my lips unleashed and all over his lovely face, soft laughter leaving his lips while I continue. “Baby!” He laughed, his hands holding my body close to his own, his arms always able to reassure me that I am safe here, my heart beating right next to his own.

Jason then took ahold of my face, his hands now cupping my red cheeks as he pull me back and look deeply into my eyes, smiling widely before connecting his lips to mine.

My very own smile builds up as I wrap my arms around him, cuddling into him while our lips move in a gentle and loving manner of kissing. I can never describe just how nice and perfect his lips feel when they’re pressed right on mine.

When we pull back, we just stay close to each other, holding one another tight, our bodies almost molding into one from how much and how long our cuddles can get.

His head shot up and he smiled up at me, ”I forgot to tell you something..”

When those words came out of his throat, I look down at him in curiosity, a smile still on my lips as I lean down and gently place my cheek right against his own, “What is it?”

He lean closer and whispers into my ear.. his voice the only sound I’m able to hear..

”I love you forever and ever..”

That same oh so familiar sense of warmth fills my whole being yet again, my lips stretching out in the widest smile ever that my cheeks almost hurt. The love between us is something he and I would surely cherish for years and years.

[valwrites-stuff]

Festive fumbles

You and Jason decorate for Christmas and end up making love on the floor in front of the christmas tree.

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Smut

It was the first week of December when Jason and I decided it was time to get our christmas tree. We headed to a local tree farm and spent almost an hour searching for the perfect one. Finally, we found it, a tall, full tree that would look great in our living room.

With my help, Jason attached the tree on top of the car and secured it safely for transport before we drove it home. Once we got it inside, Jason set it up in the stand, while I gathered the decorations. We had boxes full of ornaments, lights, and other christmas decor that we had collected over the years.

As Jason left me to start decorating the tree, while he went out to walk the dog, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Christmas was my favorite time of the year, and I loved the way our house looked when it was filled with holiday cheer.

The smell of fresh pine, the twinkling lights, and the cozy warmth of the fireplace all combined to create a magical atmosphere that always made me feel like a kid again.

I even convinced Jason to get matching christmas sweaters with me, just for fun. Looking down at myself wearing it, I smiled bemusedly at the hideous print.

Chuckling to myself, I started to open the boxes filled with lots of decor, pulling out the green pine garland first, sprawling it on the floor chaotically.

I began to untangle the fairy lights before neatly wrapping them around the tree.

The soft glow of the lights danced across the branches, casting a magical spell over the room.

As I continued to decorate, the room began to transform before my eyes. The tree, once bare, was now a vibrant and glittery centerpiece and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

The lights twinkled and the ornaments sparkled, creating a magical atmosphere in our home. I couldn't wait for Jason to come back and see the result.

Deciding there was a finishing touch needed, I stepped onto a chair, that was kind of wobbly and tried adding a star on top without falling and tearing down the whole tree, determined to make it work.

Just as I managed to secure the star, I heard the front door open. Jason was back, and his voice echoed through the house as he called out. "Hey, I’m back!"

I turned my head to greet him, and in that moment, the chair wobbled beneath me. My heart raced as I felt myself losing balance, my feet slipping off the edge.

I reflexively tried to steady myself, but it was too late. I was about to fall, but before I could crash to the ground, I felt strong arms wrap around me. Jason had seen me stumble and rushed to my side, catching me midair.

His quick reflexes saved me from a painful landing, but in his haste, he slipped on the pine garland that lay scattered on the floor.

We both tumbled to the ground, landing with a thud. Jason landed on his bum, and I landed right on top of him. For a moment, we were a tangled mess of limbs, both of us letting out a groan of pain.

As I stared down at an aching Jason with me on top, I couldn’t help but laugh, and his deep, warm laugh joined mine, filling the room with a sense of humor added to the shock of my actions.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, his eyes filled with concern, but his smile gave away his amusement.

"Uh, I think so," I replied, trying to catch my breath. "But I might have broken something. Like, you?"

Jason grimaced as he tried to move his arms and legs to check for any injuries and, thankfully, everything seemed to move without much discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm alright. But I'm pretty sure my behind won't be forgiving me anytime soon." He chuckled, still attempting to process the situation we found ourselves in.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I should have been more careful." I spoke apologetically, reaching out to straighten his glasses, not realizing that I was full on straddling him.

As my hands came up to adjust his glasses, Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of me on top of him. Knowing there could be worse positions to find ourselves in. "Well that's one way to get you on top of me, isn't it?"

His playful remark sent a flutter through my chest as I realized just how close I was to him. The warmth radiating from his body seeped into mine, my hands lingering on his face, fingers brushing against his stubble as I fixed his pair of lenses.

"I suppose, I should thank you for catching me, although this was totally unintentional." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the sudden tension.

Jason's gaze dropped to my lips as he slowly reached up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking over my skin ever so gently. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, especially if it means landing in a heap on the floor together."

I chuckled before Jason leaned in to brush his nose against mine, making me feel all warm and tingly all of a sudden as he held onto my waist.

I found myself leaning in instinctively, drawn to the warmth emanating from his body like a magnet. Our noses brushed again, this time more deliberately, as if savoring the sensation.

His breath tickled your skin and the air between you felt heavy with desire, the room around fading into insignificance as Jason closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

I melted against him, enjoying the moment as I moved my lips against his. A hand came to rest on my neck, holding me close as he deepened the kiss, while the other traced over my figure lovingly as we sat in the midst of pine garland scattered all over the carpeted floor.

I could feel Jason smile into the kiss, his fingers tenderly running through my hair before he pulled back with a snicker, studying my face with an affectionate gaze, making me blush heavily. "What?"

His hand slid back onto my waist, as he kept staring at me admiringly. "That sweater is atrocious, but you look adorable in it..."

I let out a huff, my face reddening as I gave his arm a smack. "Shut up. Christmas sweaters are... cute." I was about to say more, but I found myself being distracted by the way his fingers found their way to the hem of the knit piece, causing a slight shiver as they brushed against me.

"Apart from that sweater you're wearing, do you know what else would look good on you? My hands, all over you."

My face turned even hotter at his words, though they made arousal curl through me, making me want him even more. "Oh yeah? You think so?"

I moved closer, my hands running up to rest on his chest, the thought of his muscles under the fluffy material making me bite my lip. "You're going to make me go on Santa's naughty list?"

Jason smirked, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing before he teased. "You mean you aren't already on the naughty list?"

A smug smile appeared on my features as I adjusted my position in his lap, feeling the soft bulge underneath me. I reached out to caress the side of his face before gently taking off his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on mine.

As soon as Jason's glasses were off, his intense blue gaze locked onto mine, filled with lust and adoration. He leaned in, capturing those plush lips once more in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

One of Jason's hands slid beneath my sweater, fingers skimming across my heated skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he gently cupped my breast.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," Jason mumbled against my lips, his words dripping with desire.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, I reached for the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head, revealing a matching red bra.

Jason's pupils dilated as he took in the sight of my lacy red bra against my creamy skin and ran his hands all over me, getting hard in his pants before unzipping and pulling the jeans off my hips and sliding them down my legs.

Stepping out of the garment and throwing it aside, I got back into his lap and straddled him. His hand immediately wandered to my ass, to caress the newly exposed skin parted by a red thong, before his fingers started to dance over the damp spot between my legs.

My breath hitched as Jason's fingers brushed against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how much you want this, baby."

"Oh I need you so bad." I breathed as I gave in to the soft sensation of his fingers, rubbing me through my panties, soon pulling the material aside to run them through my wet folds, circling the entrance.

Lost in arousal and pleasure, my hand dove between our bodies to gently palm Jason through his pants, before fidgeting with the button to get it open, sliding my hand in, eager to touch and feel.

Jason groaned softly as my skilled fingers found their way inside his pants, seeking the hardness straining for release. As I fondled him inside the fabric, he returned the favor, pushing two long fingers into my dripping channel. He curled them slightly, rubbing that sensitive spot within that made my toes curl and sent sparks of pleasure through my nerves.

A moan escaped my lips as he fingered me delightfully. I stroked his velvety flesh faster, his lips crashing onto mine once more, kissing me passionately, tongues entwining. As my pliant whimpers increased, Jason pulled his digits out of me, leaving me longing for more, my fingers sloppily stroking him.

He quickly undressed from his sweater and grabbed my wrist to withdraw my hand from inside his pants. He grasped onto my thighs and gently pushed me off only to climb on top of me as he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes hurriedly.

Jason loomed over me, nude and radiant under the dim lighting, his muscular physique rippling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. He took a moment to drink in the sight of me, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and a look of raw desire in my eyes.

Cupping my face in his large hands, he leaned down to capture my lips again in a deep, hungry kiss. His cock, now free and pulsing with arousal, brushed against my thigh.

Releasing my mouth, he trailed kisses along my jawline, nipping and sucking gently at the skin beneath my earlobe, before whispering hotly, "So beautiful, I need that sweet cunt of yours."

I shivered in anticipation and with a swift, smooth motion, he lined himself up and sunk into my warmth with a satisfied grunt.

Jason's hips began rocking slowly against mine, my arms wrapped around his neck as breathy moans fell from my lips. Capturing my lips in a kiss, his thrusts continued at their pace while my cunt fluttered around him.

The movements became more deliberate, each thrust driving deeper into my welcoming heat. The room filled with the sounds of our mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at us...so perfect together," he growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard stroke.

As he continued to piston in and out of me, his hand snaked down to circle my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The coil of tension within me, wound tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh god, Jason! Don't stop..." I whined, addicted to the way he made me feel.

“You sound so damn pretty moaning my name, baby." He whispered into my ear, holding onto my hips to move faster before feeling me clench around him, gasping before coming undone with a loud moan as my body arched and shook.

With a strained groan, Jason buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin as he struggled to maintain control. But the relentless grip of my quivering flesh proved too much, and with one final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the inevitable.

A low, guttural moan escaped him as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his seed coating my cervix in waves of heated release.

For a few moments, we both remained locked together, savoring the aftermath of our passionate union before he pulled out and moved to lay next to me on his back, the green garland tickling his skin as his breathing evened out. "Decorating for christmas sure took an interesting turn."

"It sure did, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way. Plus, I think I did a pretty good job on the tree, don't you think?" I spoke as I looked at the tree with a satisfied grin.

Jason turned his head to focus on his surroundings, as he pulled me close, staring at the glimmering christmas tree. "It looks beautiful indeed, but you're far more appealing to me than any tree could ever be."

My heart skipped a beat as his words washed over me, filling me with a sense of love and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Christmas, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, in Jason's arms, surrounded by the beauty and wonder of the season.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Jason Newsted sfw alphabet

Needed to get this out of my system so I can sleep peacefully again

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s extremely affectionate and he’s not scared about showing it in public. He’ll hold your hand, have his arm around you, you name it and he’s doing it. He shows affection in a lot of ways but his main language is just being around you. Since he’s touring the world every other day, he likes to spend every second he can with you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jason would be that one friend that you take everywhere because he’s so easy to talk to and can just read the room clearly. He’s very supportive and I’d see him as the friend who comes round and helps you fix something at your house. The friendship would start either because he knew you since he was young, you were a friend-of-a-friend or he just met you on the road.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves a cuddle!!!! You’re in his arms at every given opportunity. If you’re sitting together, he’d have his arm around the back of the chair you’re sat on. He’s hugging you from behind, arms around your waist if you’re sat on him, like I said before he’s a very affectionate person. After a tough day though, he’s got his head in the crook of your neck and cuddling you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning)

He wants to settle down and he plans to, things are just a little more awkward because of the whole “band” thing. He tries his best to make the balance work and he’s not always perfect with it. He’s a lot better at cleaning than he is cooking. The food he makes is edible but if you want to actually taste something… maybe he better take a step back.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Jase is not a shy person by any means, if he’s grown to be comfortable with you, but unfortunately it’s not working out, he’d tell you in person. He’d call you over for a chat at his and maybe prewarn you over the phone. He’d probably sugarcoat things a tiny bit and I see him as someone who’d blame himself if things went wrong (even if it obviously wasn’t)

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Now, it’s obviously quite known that he isn’t exactly the most loyal man in the world but I feel like when he knows he’s found the one, he’s behaving himself. I feel like he’d wait at least a year and a half to two years before he proposes, and even then the wedding would be a couple months after that. He loves the idea of being a family and marriage is important to him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jason is extremely gentle. He’s one of the most patient and supportive people out there. He treats you like a gentleman and would never even dare to be caught dead talking bad about you, let alone treating you bad. He leaves soft kisses on you and is always there to listen. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he wants you to come to him and share your problems.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

BIGGEST HUG LOVER IN THE ROOM!!! He’s constantly needy, he with smother you with hugs, especially when it’s just the two of you. His hugs are warm and tight but just the right amount. He’s always got either both arms around your waist or one there and the other over your shoulders. He could spend hours just cuddling and hugging you and that’s not an exaggeration.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like after a couple weeks, but it all depends on the situation with you two. It might accidentally come out of his mouth and he just runs with it, but after a couple dates and when he feels the time is right, he’ll say it. After that, he’s always dropping it and will remind you everyday if he has to.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not an overly jealous person, but jealousy is a normal emotion and everyone feels it some point. He doesn’t get jealous when you’re busy talking and hanging out with other men. The only expectation is when someone gets too touchy with you or says something out of line that be doesn’t like, only then does he get wound up. When Jason does get jealous though he goes deadly silent. The bubbly personality is gone and he’s fully tense. His body language and the death glares he gives speak for themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses start of soft and nice. He likes to be gentle at first and if things are going well he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss. Jason doesn’t force anything on you, he can tell by the way your body reacts and he goes with it. He likes to kiss every single inch of you, but his favourite parts are your lips (of course) and your forehead. When it comes to him, I don’t think he’d every admit it unless you ask, but he has a soft spot for kisses on the side of his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I mean this man is a literal child at heart so he fits right in. He’s likes to be the fun uncle and he takes that position very seriously. Him being more relaxed ultimately means you got the short straw and are now dubbed the strict one. He’s the type of person to completely spoil them even if he doesn’t realise it and whatever they want, they get. He’d gladly babysit if he’s asked to, he’d just be a great person to be around.

M = Morning (How are morning spent with them?)

I don’t see him as the worlds best morning person but I do see him as someone who is easily confused as soon as they wake up. Years of touring has left him with the “what country is this? what time? what--” questions. When he’s half awake he’s always patting his hand on your side of the bed to see if you’re still there which ends with him cuddling you to death or a sulking Jason. He’s always the one to get up and put the coffee on, but if the two of you are in no rush, then it’s cuddle time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Once again, it depends, but even when it’s a night on tour or back in your home, expect to be served all the attention you could possibly want. The nights you’re on tour you normally have Jase talking about how good the last show was and how he’s excited for the next one. After finishing both of your night routines, you climb into bed and Jase is there with his arms wide open. You talk til you fall asleep. When you’re at home, you watch a movie or just browse the TV together until one of you gets tired. It’s roughly the same, with most nights ending up with neither of you getting sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think if you were friends/best friends before the two of you started dating than he’d be a lot more open to you early on. He’d tell you more personal things and how he feels about that. If you met in any other way I think he’d still be open but it might take two or three dates to get it out of him. Like I said before, he’s not a relatively shy person, he’s just private but if he’s comfortable around you, he’d be more open!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s relatively patient. He’s just like anyone else with some things/people pissing him off more than others but he handles things well. He doesn’t immediately run his mouth, although he will easily tell you or anybody when he disagrees with something. He just gets quiet and bottles things inside of him until he feels it’s the right time to say it (which is extremely bad!!!)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s extremely observant and whatever you say to him sticks in his head somehow. Whether you said you liked your eggs a certain way or that your great-great-grandmother’s cousin’s son’s neighbour’s dog was born in France, he’s got it memorised. Sometimes if he’s a little bit tired he might forget certain things but he’s relatively good. Important dates stick to him, he’s got your work schedule memorised. He’s just invested in your life.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you met and the more banter-y conversations you have. Inside jokes makes him so happy and he’s fully prepared to tease you for years to come if you said something wrong. The first concert the two of you went to, the first time you got drunk, the first kiss, etc.. He’d also remember your reactions to when you all travel to new places that he might’ve already been to but it’s a first for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jason makes sure to keep his personal life far away as possible from the public. He’s known to be quite a private guy and will do everything he can to make sure that you are kept safe. He’ll talk about you briefly in interviews but won’t go into details, unless you’re comfortable with it but even then he probably won’t. If you’re going into an area that’s crowded with fans, he’ll walk closely in front of you to shield you from the cameras. For him, it would be the same thing but the other way around. You keeping his secrets private, things he says etc. I also feel like he’d appreciate you standing up for him. If someone is treating him like shit and you call them out, it would make him feel more protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in so much effort!!! Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary he’s always putting in so much thought about what to get you and how to make you feel special. Whenever he’s away for shows and you’re not there, he’s always bringing you back small gifts he bought that made him think of you. He just wants to make you happy. When he knows you’ve had a long day at work and he’s home, he’s getting the house ready for you and running all the errands that you’ve been behind with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He always forgets to check the answering machine when he’s home. If he’s accidentally missed a call or let it right to a voicemail, he’s always got a “I’ll just get back to it later” attitude and he never does!!! If it’s something important he’s answering it in seconds but when it’s anyone else, he’s too lazy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don’t think he’s overly concerned with looks, more about what’s comfortable for him. Sure he likes to look nice but once he’s home he choose his comfiest clothes over anything, even if it looms ridiculous. When it comes to being in public/events, he’s more dressed up to keep up with that ‘metalhead’ image (😌). Of course he wants to look good for you so maybe he’ll put in a little bit of effort. Like most of these, it really does depend but generally speaking, he doesn’t care that much

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Every day that he doesn’t see you feels like it’s dragging on forever. Even though you can talk on the phone if you needed to, that doesn’t make up for you being physically there with him. He hates being away from you and tries to drag you on tour as much as he physically can. If you were to ever leave him, it would take a toll on him greatly. He’s used to putting all his energy into you and now you’re not around he feels bored and empty.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Whenever he gets home and he’s trying to get back in the momento and the swing of things, he always leaves you notes on the fridge. When he’s catching up on sleep and you’re off to work early. He’ll write a note the night before for you to read when you make your way to the fridge. It’s always either about how he’s proud of you and how you’re gonna do amazing, something he forgot to mention the other day or just plans he’s thinking of making with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like with him he wouldn’t like someone who was too overly authoritative with him and what he does. There’s a good thing with being assertive, being able to have the confidence to do what you want to do and being able to back it up, it’s something that he’s attracted to. The problem lies when they try to dictate their beliefs and feelings onto him, and this is with everyone not just a partner. For the more physical side of it, I think having a partner who doesn’t want to do anything in general might not be the best for him. Sure having a lazy day is good (especially after a tour) but he gets bored easily and always has to have something to do.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He is a VERY heavy sleeper when he’s finally sleeping in a proper bed and not some random seat on any transportation. He doesn’t really snore that much but he nearly take up half the bed. He’s either sleeping hugging the pillow or you, whichever one is closer. Once he’s fallen asleep he’s out, there’s no way in hell you can wake him up without the military getting involved. Jason normally falls asleep first, he stays up late but he’s always fatigued. Sometimes he finds it hard to sleep because of his neck so you might have to sacrifice a pillow or two.

[sanman2022]

Just spamming pics and gifs of metallica

[pockcock]

80s Jason Newsted but make it vampire

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•METALLICA☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

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☆•James Hetfield•☆

♡That'll Do It

♡Don't Stop

♡Boot Riding

♡Smutty Headcanons

♡♤Secrets in Love

♡Lunch Break

♡Stress Relief

♡Pool Float

♡Party Favor

♡Insecure Reader

♡Somnophilia

♡Hallway Madness

♡Bed Buddies

♡Squirting

♡Ulrich!reader

♡Reproductive Perversion

♡♤Not your dad but definitely your daddy

♡What Happened?

♡♤Werewolf James

♡Lost Somewhere in Time

♡Pegging

♤Misery Needs Company (pt.1 + pt.2)

◇ What Christmas Is All About

♡ Taking Your Virginity

♡♤ Favourite Crew

♡Snapped Rope

♡Evil Plans, Happy Endings

♡Trying for a Kid

♡Catholic Corruption

♡I’ll be Quick

♡Age Gap Insecurity

♤Blood and Tears (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡ Eleven, Actually

♤ ♡ You Know You Want Me

♡ I’ll Find the Camera’s

☆•Lars Ulrich•☆

◇Godmorgen

♡Submissive Lars

♡ Have You Done This Before?

☆•Kirk Hammett•☆

♡A Kiss Before I Go

♤Bankrupt Lie

♡Fancy Dinners

☆•Cliff Burton•☆

♡Holding Hands

♤He's Still playing

◇ICU

☆•Jason Newsted•☆

♡Switching Positions

♡First Time Together

♡ Christmas Cheer

☆•Robert Trijillo•☆

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♡ smut

♤ angst

◇fluff

[micanaing]

Metallica

Every time I pick up this book and look at the picture’s I start jumping like a child who just got candy

[allmoshnobrain]

Sooooo

Can you make a part two of summer heat pleasee ❤️❤️❤️

sorry it took me so long to post this, babe! hope you like it <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

jason newsted x reader │ word count: 2,6k │part 2

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

After that hot summer day, you didn’t see Jason much for the rest of the week.

Not that you were expecting to see him; he had his own life, being in a band and working part-time, so it’s not like you could expect him to always be around. But after your last hangout, you couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious about him being MIA. Yeah, you'd agreed to keep things chill, but what if he’d changed his mind? What if he didn’t want to see you, or worse, what if he didn’t want to be friends anymore?

You also couldn’t help thinking about the last time you were together, and how Jason had talked about all the things he had in store to show you.

All in all, you spent most of your days pretty distracted, so much so that you totally forgot about your parents’ wedding anniversary and that they’d be away camping for the weekend. That meant you and your brother, Andrew, would have the whole place to yourselves for the next few days.

With him and Andy being so close and the pool in your backyard perfect for the summer heat, you figured you’d probably see Jason around eventually. And you were right; as you were getting ready to spend Saturday by the pool, you heard the doorbell ring and the familiar noise of your brother rushing down the stairs, followed by Jason’s voice.

You bit your lower lip, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror as you finished brushing your hair, trying to ignore how his voice made your heart flutter. You knew if you didn’t want things to get weird, you’d have to go down and talk to him. It’s not like you didn’t want to see Jason, but you were worried he might see you differently after not talking to you for most of the week. Plus, no way in hell did you want your brother to suspect anything had happened between you two.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks on your bedroom door. You stood up quickly and opened it, blinking in surprise when you saw Jason, not missing the way his eyes wandered quickly through your body before meeting yours.

“Hey,” he said, making a small smile instantly appear on your lips,  “Andy told me to come get you. I brought beer.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll be down in a minute, just need to change.”

“Gonna put on that cute black bikini?” he grinned, and your face flushed as you felt the faintest hint of butterflies growing restless in your stomach. “Don’t be long, then.”

You changed quickly into the black bikini Jason had mentioned, grabbed your sunglasses, a magazine, and a towel, then headed downstairs. You smiled as you walked out to the backyard, seeing Jason and your brother chatting and sipping on beers while the radio played some tunes softly.

“There she is!” Andy grinned when he saw you. “Beer’s in the cooler, sis. I was just about to head to the store to grab some snacks.”

“We’ve got those potato chips Mom bought in the cupboard,” you said, grabbing a bottle for yourself. You sat down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. “You could bring us some dip.”

“On it. Be back in a jiffy. Don’t drink all the beer while I’m gone!” Andy said as he left. You chuckled softly, then leaned back on the chair, flipping through your magazine as the sun warmed your skin.

You blinked, surprised, when Jason took the magazine from your hands and sat on the edge of your lounge chair, his rough denim shorts brushing against your thigh. You raised an eyebrow, and he smiled.

“You’re just gonna sit there and read?” he asked. “Don’t you wanna come into the pool with me?”

“I just put on sunscreen. Gotta wait a bit before I can get in the water, you know?” you shot back, and he smiled. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he rested his hand on your thigh, his rough palm against your skin.

“You know you look hot in that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, and you blushed. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“Jase, you don’t have to get all flirty just because we hooked up. I’m not like all those other girls you hang out with.”

“Of course not,” he inched closer. “I’m saying it because it’s true, though.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue moving slowly against yours as he squeezed your thigh. Kissing him for the first time had been awkward, but now the feel of his lips made your whole body tingle, desire coursing through you like poison. He nibbled on your lower lip, and you sighed, resting one hand against his chest.

“What was that for?” you whispered, and he laughed softly.

“I missed your taste,” he said, making you blush. “I’ve been thinking about you all week…”

“If that’s true, then how come I haven’t seen you at all?” You tried to sound casual, but your voice gave away how upset you actually were. Jason raised an eyebrow, surprised, his hand moving from your thigh to your chin, gently tilting your head to meet your downcast eyes.

“I was busy with band stuff,” he said simply. You huffed, not entirely convinced.

“So it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be friends anymore?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over your worries. You hadn’t fully realized how much your shitty past relationships had made you worry about Jason’s behavior. But Jason was right; you’d known each other for years, and you trusted him completely. It wasn’t worth stressing over stuff like this when you knew he’d never hurt you like other people had.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Jason hummed, gently caressing your hair before leaning in for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips softly moving against yours. You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, a small sigh escaping your open lips as his hand caressed your thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs.

“What if Andy comes back?” you breathed between kisses, your face flushing as Jason pushed the fabric of your bikini aside, his fingers searching for your clit. “Jase, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ll just have to be quick,” he whispered, and you moaned softly when he pressed his fingertips against your clit, using his other hand to spread your thighs apart. You let out a small, surprised noise when he kneeled, pulling you to the edge of your seat before his tongue found your clit. You buried a hand in his hair, biting back a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling and moving them slowly while he licked and sucked on your wetness.

“Fuck, Jason,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut as his touch made your whole body tingle, heavy breaths escaping your lips as you bucked your hips forward. Jason let out a breathy laugh, his fingers’ movements making you moan.

“Gotta be quieter, princess,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes, laughter escaping your lips. Jason kissed your inner thigh softly, his tongue going back to your clit, the wet pressure of his movements making your breath catch. 

You closed your eyes, fingers tangling in his hair again, trying not to moan as the knot in your belly tightened. Jason picked up the pace of his fingers inside you, making your toes curl as you let out small moans.

“Jase…” you moaned, but he didn’t ask you to keep it down this time, too focused on pleasuring you with his fingers, his kisses, his tongue.

You moaned softly as you felt your insides squeeze around his fingers, starting slow but getting harder and harder until you threw your head back, your chest heaving as the intensity of your orgasm washed over your body, trembling as you tried to keep quiet. You gripped Jason’s hair a bit harder, rocking your hips as he helped you ride the waves of pleasure, his tongue’s movements getting sloppier until he finally stopped, pressing a soft kiss against your clit before putting your bikini back in place.

Jason got up, sitting beside you on the lounge chair before pressing his fingertips against your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting yourself as you sucked on his fingers, and he let out a low, satisfied sound before kissing you again. You moaned into his kiss, the fire inside you far from quenched as you pulled him closer, your hand sliding down from his chest to his belly and then to the button of his shorts.

“What are you up to?” Jason asked, his smile evident in his voice. You nibbled on his lower lip softly, undoing his shorts’ button and pulling the zipper down before palming his hardness through the fabric of his underwear, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you heard his breath catch.

“Gotta take care of this before my brother gets back,” you whispered, and he grunted as you pulled his underwear down, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He was so pretty, all hard and already wet with precum as you stroked him slowly. “What if he catches you like this, hard for his sister?”

“God,” Jason moaned, and you giggled softly. “If you keep talking like that…”

“What happened to being quiet?” you asked, and he grunted, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth, massaging his cock’s tip with your thumb as you stroked him faster and faster.

“I’m gonna make a mess,” Jason moaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Princess, when I cum, I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear before taking him into your mouth.

Jason let out a long, low moan as his grip on your hair tightened, and you moaned softly against his skin as you sucked on his cock slowly. You closed your eyes, tasting the saltiness of his skin against your tongue as you moved your head up and down, trying your best to fit him into your mouth while your hand wrapped around his base. You focused on his tip, pressing your tongue flat against it at first, then using the tip of your tongue to massage it in small circles.

He let you take the lead at first, but eventually the pleasure became too much; Jason grunted, bucking his hips forward, pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, then harder, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed your head down. You gagged softly, closing your eyes as you let him take control, trying to steady your breath as he moved inside your mouth, harder and faster, his breath getting more irregular as he got closer to his peak. He let out a low moan, hips pushing into your mouth one last time as he came, and you moaned when you felt his thick cum shoot into your mouth.

You pulled away, barely having time to swallow before his lips crashed into yours, his hands pulling you closer, and you knew then this hadn't been nearly enough for either of you. You needed more of him, and you knew Jason felt the same. You leaned back in the chair, Jason leaning forward to keep kissing you as one of his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue moving against yours while you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m back!” you heard your brother’s voice from inside the house, and suddenly Jason’s lips were nowhere near yours as he stood up, quickly pulling his pants up and grabbing his half-full beer bottle. He settled into the other lounge chair as you hastily grabbed the magazine you were reading and opened it to a random page. You glanced up as your brother walked into the backyard, a plastic bag in one hand and a beer crate in the other, while you tried your best to steady your breath. “I got cheese dip and more beers. And some frozen pizza for later,” he announced.

“Thanks, Andy,” you said, trying to play it cool as you turned a page from your magazine. Andy frowned, looking confused as he glanced at you, and you bit your lower lip, heart racing as his eyes quickly scanned your face.

“Did you forget sunscreen again? Your face's all red,” he said, still puzzled, and Jason snorted. You looked away, trying to ignore how his comment made you blush even harder.

“You know what, I think I did. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and put some on,” you stood up, eager to escape the situation and get away from your brother's attention. He shrugged, taking the spot you had vacated as his attention shifted to Jason.

“Dude, wanna crash here tonight? We could watch those new horror flicks I got,” Andy asked, distractedly reaching for the cooler. You stopped, blushing a bit when Jason lifted his eyes to meet yours, a small, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

“Sure,” he answered, eyes locked on yours as he spoke. “Bet it’s gonna be a fun night, don’t you think?”

[metallicaislife]

Hello! Welcome to my blog!

Hi! My name is Isa, I am 27 years old and I am relatively new to the Metallica fandom. I used to write all the time, but I lost my mojo for many years and want to get it back!

So I am starting this blog in hopes to start writing, and enjoy writing again. :)

Feel free to request, or send head canons and we can chat!

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*there will be some NSFW posts on this blog, minors DNI with those posts*

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[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[valwrites-stuff]

80s Jason inviting you to a park as a friend but when you get there its a whole picnic(that he put a lot of time into ) he confesses nevous and shaky the whole time, and the whole ending is up to you if you wanna do fluff or smut?? thank you!

Thank you for this cute request 💙

Picnic of hearts

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, friends to lovers

The phone rang on a quiet friday night, and you couldn't help but smile as you heard Jason's voice on the other end, once you picked up. Ever since he moved in down the street two months ago, you had become good friends, spending countless hours hanging out at each other's house and attending concerts and parties together.

You enjoyed Jason's company but were unsure of your feelings towards him. Was it just friendship, or was there something deeper there? You had never been good at deciphering your own emotions, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

Little did you know, Jason had been harboring a crush on you for quite some time, only waiting for the perfect moment to tell you.

"Hey, I was wondering, if you maybe wanna hang out at the park this weekend? If you're free, that is." Jason suggested enthusiastically as he waited for an answer.

You mentally checked your schedule and nodded, even though he couldn't see you.

"Yea sure, how about tomorrow in the afternoon?" You replied casually as you twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

Hanging out at the park plus quality time with Jason sounded lovely. But beneath the surface, a small part of you wondered if this outing might be more than just a casual get-together.

"Cool, tomorrow is perfect. Does 2 p.m. sound good?" Jason said, already excited about the next day.

"Sounds great. I'll see you then." You confirmed before the conversation ended.

Jason smiled to himself, imagining the day ahead in anticipation and began planning his surprise picnic mentally plus the most difficult part of confessing to you.

You arrived at the location with your bike the next afternoon, pulling off your helmet and ran a hand through your flowing hair, trying to quickly fix it in the rearview mirror before making your way through the park.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery of the place. You scanned the scenery, searching for Jason until you spotted his curly mob of hair.

You could see him moving around hectically in a quiet corner, in the shadows of a tree, squinting your eyes to see what he was doing. Making your way over, grass crunching softly under your shoes, a smile crept onto your face as you called his name.

Jason's eyes sparkled with eagerness as he turned to face you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He fidgeted slightly, tucking a stray lock of curly hair behind his ear, revealing a hint of nervousness that wasn't typical of his usual calm demeanor. "Hey Y/N, great to see you! How are you?"

Before you could respond, your gaze drifted past him to the colorful array of food laid out on a checkered blanket behind him. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Wait, is that a picnic?"

Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, a rosy tint covering his cheeks. "Well yea, I wanted to make it a surprise. I hope you like it, I spent all day arranging it for you."

"Wow, really? That's the cutest thing someone has ever done for me." You smiled brightly as you looked at Jason, blushing heavily.

"Come on, take a seat," he said, stepping aside and gesturing for you to approach the blanket with a slight awkwardness.

As you stepped closer and sunk down onto the soft fabric, the details of his surprise unfolded before you. There were mini sandwiches, cut into perfect triangles next to a vibrant array of fruits – strawberries, grapes, melon slices, all glistening in the sunlight.

A basket with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine inside. Everything arranged with such care and thoughtfulness, that it felt like stepping into a scene from a movie.

"Jason, this is incredible." You breathed, your eyes twinkling as you took it all in.

“Do you really like it?” he asked, his voice a little softer than usual, almost hesitant as he took a seat beside you.

"I love it! It looks perfect. You thought of everything." You reached out and gently touched his arm with an unwavering smile.

He visibly relaxed at your words, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Ok good. I um...I brought you some flowers."

"These are beautiful." You murmured, reaching out to gently touch the bouquet inside the basket.

"Just like you." Jason blurted out, then immediately winced, his cheeks turning crimson.

You turned to him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Did you really just say that?"

He avoided your eyes again, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. "Maybe. Look, I know it's cheesy but I wanted to do something special. For you."

You reached out and placed your hand over his. His fingers were warm and slightly trembling. "Jason, it's not cheesy at all. It's perfect. And it means a lot to me." You said softly.

His gaze met yours, and this time, there was no shyness, just a raw, vulnerable honesty. “Really?”

You squeezed his hand, your heart fluttering with a warmth that mirrored the spring day. “Really, really.”

He smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his whole face, chasing away the nervousness from before. He picked up a sandwich, offering it to you. "So, mini sandwiches? Yes or no?"

"Definitely yes." You replied, taking the sandwich and biting into it.

After his surprise turned out to be a success, you eat and enjoyed some wine, and chat, the conversation flowing easily between you. He shared stories about his morning spent preparing everything, laughing about his near-disaster with the sandwiches and how he almost forgot the flowers. You laughed with him, enjoying his company and the beautiful setting.

But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the park, you noticed a change in Jason’s demeanor. His laughter became a tad more nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of wine in his hand.

You paused mid-sentence, sensing the shift. “Hey, is everything okay?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, a playful concern lining your voice.

He took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to pull the weight of the world in. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about." He admitted, the hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“What is it?” You asked, your curiosity tinged with an anxious feeling in your stomach.

Jason sat up straighter, his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment, then he finally met your eyes. “I’ve been thinking...about us."

You held your breath, the sounds of the park fading into a soft hum as you wondered what he had got to say. "What do you mean about us?" You prompted gently, trying to keep your tone light despite the trepidation building inside you. 

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. "I don't know about you but I really like you and I think...I might have feelings for you." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just friendship. I think about you all the time, wondering what could be if we were more than this."

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as you processed his confession. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you, surprise, excitement, uncertainty, even fear. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the unexpected revelation.

You sat there, frozen, as Jason's words hung in the air between you like a challenge. His confession had left you utterly speechless, the realization dawned on you that your feelings for Jason extended far beyond platonic friendship.

As the seconds ticked by, you struggled to find your voice, to articulate the complex mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Jason's vulnerable expression tugged at your heartstrings. He looked both hopeful and terrified, awaiting your response like a bird perched on a fragile branch, poised to take flight or plummet back down to earth.

"Jason, I... wow." You stuttered, laughter catching in your chest before dying away into an awkward silence. "I didn't see that coming."

He chuckled nervously, the sound music to your ears. "I know, me neither. It just sort of...happened." He explained, running a hand through his fluffed curls. "But here we are."

Before you could respond, you were drawn inexorably towards him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, fingers splayed against warm skin.

Your gaze focused on the tender curve of his lips, remembering countless moments when they've curled into a smile and eyes drinking in every feature etched onto his handsome face.

With a breathy sigh, you leaned in, drawn to Jason like a magnet. His eyes widened in surprise before they fluttered closed as your mouths met in a tender kiss. I was soft and sweet, filled with unspoken promises and desire.

The gentle press of lips against lips sent sparks dancing across your nerve endings. Your mouth moved against his in a slow, sensual dance and Jason's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with equal passion.

Lost in the haze of newfound romance, you didn't notice yourself shifting, until suddenly you found yourself climbed half onto his lap. The picnic basket teetered precariously nearby, threatening to spill its contents.

A startled gasp escaped you both as reality crashed back in. Jason's eyes flew open, meeting yours in a burst of mirth. Laughter bubbled up from your core, echoing his amusement. Together, you collapsed back onto the blanket in a fit of giggles, the wine sloshing ominously in its bottle.

"I'm sorry, but I think we can't be friends anymore." Jason unfolded in a mock seriousness.

"Oh no, that makes me so sad." You pouted playfully.

He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek. "Yea, because I think I'd prefer to be more than just friends with someone who kisses me like that." Jason grinned, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

"Sounds like a good deal to me." You smiled and melted into his touch, leaning into him as he pulled you in for another searing kiss.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Random Jason Newsted!Univeristy Headcanons

This is fuelling me to not drop out

The two of you would meet during your first day because he was the strange guy next to you that needed to borrow and pen and couldn’t be quiet!! He’s just weird

You managed to get a job at a cafe by the campus and noticed how that weird, curly haired man kept coming back more and more til you two finally talking and got close.

Boom you’re dating

He’d constantly tease and flirt with you during classes. Sometimes he doesn’t realise it but the majority of the time, the class is boring him and he just wants to get a reaction out of you.

Jason loves how commuted you are to your classes which sometimes means date night consists of the two of you studying together in the library.

And he’s 100% a-okay with that, along as he gets to spend time with you he’s happy.

If you’re struggling with some things about your course he’s more than happy to come over and help! He hates to see you stressed so anything he can do, he will!!!

Speaking of stress, he is CONSTANTLY checking up on you, especially during exam season or when he just knows somethings up.

Sometimes you get homesick badly and that’s when Jase rushing over to you. He’s bringing a bag full of things to stay overnight and lots of treats for you.

“Sssshhh, it’s gonna be okay. You can let yourself cry, I’m here I’ll listen! I love you so much”

The two of you live in deprecate accommodation/building so you ALWAYS have to sneak each other in after curfew just to chill together .

Bonus: flatmates and friends will always lie and back you up whenever. They’d also go out for the night so the two of you can have the place to yourselves.

If you’re busy studying or working, he tires to make you dinner so you can remember to eat. With emphasis on tries because this man cannot cook for shit.

He burns everything, the kitchens a mess and you’re wondering how he managed to get it on the ceiling. The two of you decide that maybe a take-away is better.

Uni parties are an experience and the two of you always go together. You walk in together had-in-hand and you leave together hand-in-hand.

He’s always talking to people at these parties with a beer in hand and you on his lap, he’s a content man.

This calls for any uni event. The two of you never leave each other. It’s gotten to the point where if on of you is absent, everyone is always worried somethings happened.

Even though he works hard with his studies he also forms a band with other music enthusiasts which means you get to become the supportive girlfriend, and you’re singing these songs louder than him at this point.

ROAD TRIPS ARE A MUST AND HE’S DRIVING!!!

You always stay round his family’s house for a bit. He insists and sometimes outright drags you back to Michigan whether you’re prepared or not.

When you’re back at your own home and when he’s back at his, he misses you so much. Sure, visiting family is great but he’s so used to seeing you every day that a long weekend just isn’t enough.

[sourbites]

METALLICA MASTERLIST

hope u find something u like <3

KIRK HAMMETT:

Cottonmouth — Drug-fuelled, sloppy hotel sex.

"It's still a good night," Kirk hums to you. "Which means what? You want to keep going?" You test, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. The daze of a coke-fuelled evening makes everything slow down and speed up at the same time. His plump lips capture yours, sloppy and wet kisses making your mouth tingle, migrating down your chin, teeth clashing as you swallow each other’s doped-up laughs.

Can't Tell You Why — Your friend Kirk dazzles you with how your first time should've went.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life. Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right." "Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

Licking Wounds — Nothing says "cheer up" like drunk sex with the man you almost hate most.

In the corner of your eye, before everything that isn't your spotlight on Kirk fades away, the cheap neon sign lights bleed into the puddles on the pavement. "You want to make him jealous?" Kirk noses into your ear, skirting his fingertips around your hips restlessly. You know what he's alluding to. Does it always have to be about him? Why can't this just be for you? Cementing yourself to the moment, you rest your arms on Kirk's shoulders and lock them together, letting his worn-smooth leather jacket meld into your skin. "No. I just want to feel good." Satisfied, Kirk purrs, "I can do that," into the shell of your ear— before kissing the cartilage and grabbing an eager fistful of your ass.

JAMES HETFIELD:

What Remains After Fury — Needy James takes you backstage while on the clock for an encore.

"Fuck it," You hear him murmur lowly. "You wanna take your break right now?" You wring your hands in excited nervousness, despite finding yourself nodding. "We shouldn't take too long, though." You remind. The clock's still ticking, and there's a mass of fans preparing for an encore, crowding around the stage restlessly. "Don't you fuckin' worry about that," James' hand is already rushing you into some emptied-out storage room, hot on your heels himself.

Wildsun — James loves adopting strays. This time, it's you. When you're in desperate need of a change, you find your place on a grumpy cowboy's ranch.

"Wow," You're stupefied, head fogged with the smell and the heat of him. "That's one way to thank me." James chuckles, his mouth brushing against your temple, unwilling to truly part so soon. You've never seen him - or any man, really - wear happiness this way before. "Easy, Darlin', don't swoon too hard." Your fists curl around the collar of his shirt, your back arching felinely as you tiptoe up to reach him since he's not helping you by swooping down like last time. Last time, your heart trembles. Last time, when you kissed him. "Don't backtrack now, Cowboy."

Honeymoon Headcannons with James

LARS ULRICH:

Bruise — Nothing a hate-fuck can't fix when it comes to creative differences, right?

"You want me to give you something real? Fine. Just don't fucking ruin it this time." He rasps, huffing, his tone biting. At full tilt, Lars bee-lines into you, half dragging you into him and half scuffling his shoes on the floor to meet you. He rips you through the air towards him by your wrists. If your head wasn't spinning, maybe you'd realise that his hands tremble around you, his mouth watering. Your lips smack together, matching in a twistedly tender overlap of his top lip between yours, your bottom lip between his. Your hands fist into the collar of his dumb shirt, one of those ones where the neckline's gone in some botched DIY job. His nose bumps yours, teeth clashing in your mouth, and you find yourself allowing the kiss, letting your eyes close. Although he still makes you steam with rage.

JASON NEWSTED:

Whiskey and Coke — All roads that begin with cosying up to Jason will inevitably lead to sex.

He watches you. Adjusts his pockets. "How'd you feel about cheering me up?" His fingertips brush against the edge of your jawline. "Can I kiss you?" His breath ghosts across your face, sweetening the air around you into something so hot you physically feel yourself melt. With a brave inhale, you tip your weight forward. Both Jason's hands hook around the small of your back; your hands slide up, rounding out around his shoulders. It feels a little clumsy with the alcohol, a little intimate with nothing but the sounds of soft, hitching breaths in anticipation. The first thing you notice is that he's tense. And so warm that it feels as if he envelops you.

[no-remorse1983]

♡♥Heartbreaker♡♥

Part 2

Pairing: Black!Album James Hetfield x f!mom!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and pregnancy, arguing

Summary: James didn’t remember anything about what you or him said that night

Characters: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Jason Newsead, Kirk Hammett, Julie (readers daughter)

Pt 1: heartbreaker Pt 3: heartbreaker

She was right in front of him. James never once in his life thought that he would ever see her again. Looking straight at her, and looking back down at the kid in front of him. James wanted to say something to her, he wanted to say so much to her. He knew if he ever saw her again, he would apologize for whatever it was that made her leave him. He never knew why she did. One day they were fine, the next he woke up to her packing her things crying. She was so sad yet also pissed. He tried getting her to stay, he tried getting her to tell him what he did, all she said was “don’t play fucking stupid”. Hell, even Lars didn’t talk to him for a week after Y/N left.

It completely destroyed him. Whatever it was that he did, he knew it was bad. She was there with him through everything. When his mom died, when he started drinking, she never left his side even when he tried getting her too. She was a hard person to piss off, yet he did somehow. Yet now, there she was, right in front of him. James wasn’t sure what to do. He had pushed any thought of the show to the back of his head. “James!” Derek snapped James out of his gaze. Derek came running up next to James with his guitar in hand, barely even a minute left until Metallica was on stage.

James only turned to grab his guitar for maybe a second. He was hoping he could give her a silent plea to just talk to him for even just 15 seconds. But by the time he turned back around, Y/N and the kid were gone. James snapped his head back around, watching Y/N gently pull the kid along with her, “Y/N!” James blurted out. He watched as she stopped in her tracks. Y/N turned around, making brief eye contact with James. She looked as pale as a ghost, she looked terrified to see him.

“James! Come on! We’re on!” Jason came up next to James, pulling his lead singer to the side of the stage with him. James didn’t wanna go. He didn’t wanna lose sight of Y/N, not after all these years. He didn’t know where she was going, he didn’t even know why she was here, and he didn’t know how long she would stick around. The only thing he could assume was that Lars had convinced her to come, he knew they were still friends. Hearing their cue to get on stage, James followed right behind Jason, hearing the roars of the crowd. He was still going to put his best effort into the show. When Kirk stared the into to “Creeping Death”, James still had Y/N lingering in his mind, he had his eyes searching the crowd for her. His mind wouldn’t let her leave, and then came the lingering thought of that little girl Y/N kept close to her. The little girl that looked 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like him.

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Y/N panicked. The second he wasn’t paying attention to her or Julie, she practically ran up to Julie and got them both out of there. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She couldn’t read him like she used to be able too. But hearing her name come out of his mouth…that was her breaking point. She felt her eyes fighting off tears as she was trying to get her and Julie to where Lars said so. “Come on baby, we don’t wanna miss more of the show.” Y/N tried getting Julie to walk just a bit faster, hearing the opening riff for “Creeping Death” playing.

Julie happily picked up her pace, keeping up with her mom. Julie was excited to see her uncle playing live. Hearing her name come out of his mouth…it brought back memories she wish she had forgotten. It brought back the warmth she used to feel when he said her name. Y/N’s mind kept wondering back to the way he looked at Julie. He looked like he was terrified and confused. Could he tell how much she resembled him? Could he tell that she was his? “Mom?” Julie snapped her mom out of her gaze.

Stopping her walking, Y/N looked down at her daughter. “Y-yea baby?” Y/N put on the best smile she could, finally sitting a place they could watch the show from.

“Are you ok?” Julie looked up at her mother with a sympathetic smile, noticing that she was trying not to cry.

“Yea baby, im ok. Im just really happy to be seeing your uncle play.” Y/N nodded over to Lars with a soft smile on her face.

“Me too!!” Julie grinned, making sure her headphones are on as they should be.

“Yea baby…yea I am.” Y/N sighed, somehow finding her eyes landing right on James. Watching him sing, run around on stage, it made her happy knowing he achieved his dream.

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They weren’t even 5 songs into their set before James kept a lot of his focus on Lars. Lars was the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 person who still talked to Y/N. He was the only reason James even knew she was still fucking alive.

Lars could feel James’s eyes on him whenever he wasn’t singing. Lars could feel the tension James had in him. Looking up from his drums, Lars made immediate eye contact with a pissed, confused, and almost helpless James. That look on James’s face told Lars all he had to knows. James knew 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was here, he knew Y/N and Julie were here.

They made it through the first 3 songs before Jason greeted the crowd. “How we doing tonight St.Louis!!!” Jason yelled into the microphone, earning screams and yells from the crowd.

James took this time to walk over to Lars. As much as he loved interacting with he crowd, this was more important right now. “Did you know?” James almost growled at Lars.

“I invited her.” Lars yelled just loud enough for James to hear him.

James wasn’t sure if he should be mad at the Dane or if he should be happy that he had invited her without telling him. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” James felt betrayed that Lars didn’t bother telling him.

“Wasn’t my place to. If she wanted you to know she would have told you face to face herself.” Lars wasn’t in the mood to argue with James for once, at least not in front of 80,000 people.

“You ha-“ James started, quickly being cut off by Jason.

“Now! If you would turn your attention to Mr.Hetfield, he’ll show us how to get this next one started.” Jason threw his arm up in James’s direction.

“Harvester of Sorrow.” Lars could tell James had no clue what their next song was, only getting a nod out of him.

James diverted his eyes back to the crowd. He knew if Y/N was in the crowd, she would be closer to the front. She always loved being closer to the stage every concert he took her too. Yet she was nowhere to be seen. And he knew he would never miss her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, her soft Y/H/C hair, he would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 miss her. So where the hell was she?

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Y/N tried keeping her eyes on Lars and Kirk the entire show. Lars was a complete beast on the drums, and Kirk was just as amazing as she remembered him being. Julie seemed to be having the time of her life. She was dancing and was singing every lyric she knew. Lars had made sure to check in on them every couple of minutes, simply mouthing “you guys all good?” Then going back to his drums.

Y/N had seen Lars and James’s interaction. Y/N could only assume James was practically interrogating Lars. Y/N never did think she would ever see James again. After what he said to her, after what he said about their child, she didn’t think she would ever even want to see him again.

Y/N tried her best to push the thought of James out of her mind for the rest of the show. Yet she still always found her eyes lingering right back to him. She didn’t want to look away from him. Y/N had no idea how much she missed him until she finally heard his voice call out for her.

But Y/N managed to make it though the show. And frankly she absolutely loved it. But now that the band was saying their goodbyes, she was gonna find Kirk and Lars, congratulate both of them, answer Kirk’s questions, and get her and Julie the fuck out of there.

“Come on baby, let’s go find your uncle.” Y/N smiled at the girl who had not stopped smiling since Metallica started playing.

“Ok mom!” Julie skipped off with Y/N close behind her. Y/N was hoping that James didn’t want to see her again, she was hoping she wouldn’t have to talk to him.

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Lars knew James well enough by know to know that he was going to find Y/N the second he walked off stage in a hurry. “We need to find Y/N and Julie.” Lars practically dragged Kirk along with him, in a hurry to get to them before James.

“Yea ok.” Kirk nodded. He didn’t know much about Y/N and James’s break up, all he knew was that it was bad, really bad. It pissed off Lars, and Y/N to the point that she disappeared. Kirk figured as much that Y/N didn’t want to see James.

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Y/N was trying to remember the way to Lars’s dressing room without running into James. But she wasn’t fast enough. “Y/N!!” James yelled the second he saw her, once again with the kid he still had no clue about.

Y/N stopped in her tracks. She knew she couldn’t get away from him this time. Y/N darted her eyes around, desperately trying to find Lars or Kirk. She knew she couldn’t get out of talking to James this time, she at least needed Julie out of there. “Y/N! Please don’t run this time!” James picked up his pace. He was almost desperate to talk to her, and he wasn’t sure if she was gonna run again.

“Y/N!” Lars yelled seconds after, Kirk trailing right behind him. Y/N immediately started in their way.

“Take her, please.” Y/N lightly pushed Julie over to Lars the second she could.

“What about him?” Lars had already spotted James.

Y/N sighed. She knew James had seen Julie, he was face to face with her. She knew he wasn’t that stupid. Y/N knew if she needed too, he at least had a right to know his daughter’s name. “I’ll be ok…don’t worry about me.” Y/N turned her attention to Julie. “You’re gonna go hangout with Uncle Lars and get to know Uncle Kirk here for a bit. I gotta go say hi to another friend of mine.” Y/N summed it up for the small girl.

Y/N wanted to laugh at Kirk’s face when she said “Uncle Kirk”, he had never been called that before. “Ok mom!” Julie grinned, grabbing onto her uncles hand, practically dragging him with her before he could say anything back to her mom.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Kirk stayed behind for a second.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you in a bit Kirk.” Y/N let out a shaky breath.

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“What.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look at him when he finally reached her.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me!?” James snapped at her bitchy tone.

“Can we please not do this here Hetfield?!” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to even say his name.

“Oh you can’t even fucking say my name can you?!” James was now more irritated. “Come on.” James grumbled, pushing past her on his way to his dressing room, Y/N hot on his tail.

It’s didn’t take more than a minute before James was slamming his dressing room door shut. He was going to be nice, but when she greeted him with the bitchy tone she did, he snapped. She was the one who left, yet she was the one acting like he did something wrong. “What the fuck?!” James threw his hands in the air.

“Oh what the fuck what?!” Y/N shot back.

“You just decide to leave one day and now all the sudden you just show up and act like you fucking hate me!! You won’t even say my fucking name Y/N!” James watched as she broke at him saying her name. He never knew what it was that he did to make her leave. He never knew why she was crying that morning. He didn’t know, or remember anything.

“Oh cause you’re so fucking surprised I act like I hate you! Of course I’m still fucking mad at you James! Of course I fucking left!! All the shit you said to me, all the shit you said about Julie, yes i fucking hate you!” Y/N accidentally blurted out Julie. She was so worked up, she wasn’t even sure what she was saying. Y/N never thought she would have this conversation with James, she never even thought she would see him again.

“What the fuck do you mean?! What the hell did I say to you?! I don’t remember shit from what I said! I woke up one morning with a killer hangover only to find out you were fucking leaving! And who the actual hell is Julie!!!” James shouted, rolling his eyes at the girl. The image of the little girl who was practically a copy of him hadn’t left his mind either. He figured that Julie must have been her.

Y/N stopped for a second. He didn’t remember anything from the night before she left? He didn’t remember what he said to her? If he didn’t remember…he didn’t remember Y/N telling him she was pregnant. “W-what do you mean you don’t remember what you said…?” Y/N’s voice broke to a whisper.

Even though he hasn’t seen the girl for 7 years, he knew he still loved her with all his heart. He hated seeing how her face immediately dropped. Taking a breath, James tried to calm himself down. “What the fuck did I say to you Y/N…” James didn’t know what he felt. He was mad at her yet at the same time he was hating himself right now.

“Oh my god…” Y/N started pacing a bit. “You don’t remember.” Y/N finally got the guts to look him in the eyes. She felt herself break. He didn’t remember. He was hammered when she told him. He didn’t know Julie existed…

“No I don’t.” James held eye contact with the girl.

Y/N didn’t know how to get the words out now. She thought she was doing the right thing by leaving. It’s what he wanted, or at least what he told her. But instead she took away his chance of getting to see his daughter grow up. “You said you never wanted to see me again…” Y/N’s voice was hardly above a whisper as she made her way to the small couch in the room.

“I said that to you?” James didn’t think that was something he would have ever said to the woman he loved. But he could tell by the look on her face that there was something much more than that. Standing next to the couch, James was silently asking permission to sit next to her.

Getting a small nod from the girl, James quickly took the seat next to her. “You told me you thought I was trying to trap you. You said “I never want to fucking see you again”. you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me…or the baby.” Y/N finally let it slip. She could almost feel the brick wall hitting her like it did him. James’s face completely dropped.

“B-baby…?” James felt like he could hardly move. He had said all those things to her, all because what he could assume was because she told him she was pregnant. James wasn’t even close to mad at Y/N anymore. He was pissed off with himself. He knew the way she thought. After he told her he never wanted anything to do with her or the kid, he knew she thought she was just granting his wishes. He saw her reasoning for leaving. He understood why she did now.

“Yea…baby.” Y/N nodded, wondering if he was going to put two and two together.

The image of the blond little girl from earlier came through his mind. He could only assume she was the baby. Julie as James could guess, looked almost nothing like Y/N. She had long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and the same grin he had. “Wait…the…” James couldn’t even get a sentence out.

Y/N already knew what he was trying to ask. “Yea…that’s her.” Y/N felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She felt terrible…she thought she was doing the right thing when in reality he didn’t even remember what he said to her.

The pair of them sat there in silence for a moment. Neither of them really knew what to say. It really was all just a huge misunderstanding. Y/N couldn’t help it anymore, she let the tears fall. “I’m sorry…” Y/N stuttered out.

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They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Neither of them could get much more out. James was in complete shock. Had Julie ever asked about him? Did she think he just left her? Did she think he didn’t want anything to do with her? “I’m so sorry James…” Y/N choked, letting her tears fall, allowing James to feel ok doing the same.

James was hesitant but he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl. Y/N really felt herself give in then. “I-I’m so sorry James.” Y/N stuttered out again, leaning into James, feeling him let himself go as well. She hadn’t realized how much she missed his touch, how much she missed his words, Y/N didn’t realize how much she had missed him.

“I-I’m sorry too.” James knew he was also to blame. He told her basically to fuck off. He told her he wanted nothing to do with either of them. Truth is, James wasn’t really sure how they would’ve handled a kid at the time for those first few years. But he still would’ve been there. He still would have provided for both of them. And with the money he’s making now he could’ve taken care for all three of them without an issue at all. This wasn’t all to blame on her. James hadn’t even gotten the idea of having a kid wrapped around his head yet. “Wait…so Lars…” James started, feeling Y/N nod into his shoulder.

“I told him not to tell you anything about her.” Y/N muttered, trying to pull herself back together.

James felt his heart clench. His best friend kept this from him…his best friend knew his daughter more than he did. “Has she…has she ever asked about me?” James pulled himself together at this point, still trying to go to wrap his head around the idea.

“A few times.” Y/N lifted herself up from his arms. “I’ve jsut told her things with us didn’t work out. She never asked more than that.” Y/N sighed. She couldn’t believe all these years he didn’t remember anything about that night. All these years their daughter could have known her father, all these years they could have still been together. She took away his chance to see Julie grow up.

James sighed. From what he understood, she didn’t think he left her. She didn’t even seem to bothered by the fact that he wasn’t there. Then again, she was only 7. “I…umm…can I meet her…?” James asked quietly.

Y/N smiled softly. She was amazed at how comfortable they both got with each other all the sudden. “Yea, yea you can. Come on.” Y/N got up from the couch, heading towards the door with James right behind her.

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A comfortably silent walk later, the pair were in form of Lars’s dressing room. “She’s gonna like you.” Y/N saw how much James was shaking. It all seemed to be crashing down on him at once now. She had never seen him this nervous.

“What is she like?” James wanted a general picture.

Y/N laughed softly. “Shes you in the form of a 7 year old girl.” Y/N always did admire how much Julie was like her dad. She was an exact replica of him.

James relaxed a bit at the sound of her laugh. He really knew he missed the girl in front of him. “Ok…” James nodded, letting out a breath as Y/N made her way into Lars’s dressing room.

“Mom!” Julie grinned, jumping up from her spot on the floor, dropping her Barbie and running over to her mom.

“Hey baby.” Y/N knelt down to hug her, noting the concerned looks form Kirk and Lars. Y/N only nodded over to them. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Y/N spoke softly, nodded her head behind her at James.

“That’s the man from earlier!” Julie pointed out with a smile. “Hi!” Julie greeted again.

James gulped, “h-hey Julie…” James was in complete shock. She was beautiful. She looked so happy. Everything about Julie seemed perfect.

“Yea, it’s the man from earlier. This is James.” Y/N introduced the pair properly, smiling softly at the smile she saw appear on James’s face.