#jason newsted one shot

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi :]

Could u do rough passionate sex with Jason :] I feel like even though he’s on top, he’d still be very whiny… maybe more vocal than you…

I hope you like it!❤🔥

Warnings: Explicit Content, Graphic Sexual Content,Strong Language,Dominance Themes, Mature Themes

Moans in the Dark

The air between us crackled with tension, so thick that I could barely breathe. Jason’s eyes were locked on mine, dark and full of hunger, and I knew in that moment that there was no turning back. His body was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Every step he took toward me made my heart race faster, anticipation curling in my stomach.

Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into mine with a desperate urgency. His kiss was deep and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were everywhere, pulling me closer, feeling the softness of my skin, the heat of my body under his touch. I moaned softly against his mouth, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered between kisses, his voice rough, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver through me. “And I’m not letting you go.”

His words made my heart race even faster, the need in his voice igniting something deep inside me. I wanted him—needed him—more than anything. My body was already on fire, aching for him.

Jason’s hands moved quickly, tugging at my clothes, pulling my shirt off with an urgency that made me gasp. He kissed down my neck, his lips hot against my skin, moving lower, lower, until he was kissing the curve of my breast. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder, my back arching slightly as he lavished attention on me.

His lips ghosted over my stomach, and I gasped when he suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll make you scream for me.”

I couldn’t speak. My body was already trembling with need, every inch of me desperate for him. I parted my legs wider, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth found me, hot and hungry, the tip of his tongue flicking against my skin before he licked me with slow, teasing strokes.

A breathless moan escaped my lips, but Jason’s groan was louder, rougher, vibrating through me. “God, you taste fucking incredible,” he muttered against me, his tongue licking deeper, his hands gripping my hips as he held me in place.

Every flick of his tongue made my body shudder, and I couldn’t stop myself from responding. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing him closer, urging him on. “Please, Jason,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “More... I need more.”

He growled in response, and I could hear his breath quicken as he pushed deeper, the sound of his moans filling the room. His sounds were so loud, so raw, that they pushed me to the edge. Every time his tongue flicked against me, I was lost in the sensation.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice hoarse, louder than my own breathless moans. “Then show me. Beg for it.”

“Please, Jason,” I gasped, my legs trembling with the pressure building inside me. “I need you. Now.”

Jason pulled back for a moment, looking up at me with dark, possessive eyes. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice filled with admiration and lust. He stood, his hands gripping my thighs as he moved between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.

I could barely breathe. His cock was hard and thick, and I could already feel the intensity of him, just by the way he looked at me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him. Without another word, he thrust into me in one powerful motion, filling me completely.

The sensation of him inside me made me gasp, the stretch of him nearly overwhelming. But before I could adjust, Jason’s pace picked up. He thrust into me hard, and I couldn’t stop the loud moan that ripped from my throat. But Jason’s moan was louder, filled with a raw hunger that sent shockwaves through me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jason groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust harder, deeper, pushing me toward the edge. “I could do this all fucking night.”

His moans, louder and more desperate than mine, filled the room. It was like music to my ears, the sound of him losing control, the sound of him so close to the edge. His breaths were ragged, his chest rising and falling with every powerful thrust.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need. His pace was relentless, and I couldn’t help but meet him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

His moans grew louder with every thrust, every movement, as though he couldn’t contain his pleasure any longer. His hands moved to my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. He leaned down to kiss me, his lips bruising against mine as he thrust deeper, harder, pushing me further into the bed.

“Come for me,” he breathed against my ear, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

The pressure inside me was unbearable now, and with a breathless cry, I came apart. My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I screamed his name, louder than I ever thought I could.

But Jason’s moan was louder still, a primal growl that vibrated through my body as he came with me. His thrusts became frantic, harder, until he buried himself deep inside me, the release so intense it left him breathless.

We stayed like that, tangled together, for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks.

Jason’s voice was soft now, his lips brushing against my ear as he pulled me closer, his body still against mine. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “And I’m never letting you go.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I snuggled closer to him, feeling the heat of his body next to mine. In that moment, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Neither of us was.

[nickybloodhead]

************** James x Jason ************

Jason looked at himself in the mirror, doubting his idea. He liked how he looked in that silk lingerie, the chains that crossed his bare chest made him feel sexy but maybe James wouldn't like it, maybe he would laugh thinking it's a joke. He sighed hesitantly, this was stupid and maybe he would take everything off to in the end just wear his usual underwear.

He heard the front door and knew it was James, he was startled because it was early so in his eagerness to take everything off, he threw some things off the bathroom counter, causing a rumble.

He hear hurried footsteps approaching the bathroom and then a soft knock.

"Jase? All right in there?" The blond's voice sounded slightly worried, Jason mentally cursed himself and covered his face, embarrassed.

"Yes uh, I just... I threw something unintentionally." He muttered through his teeth, he knew he was blushing with embarrassment, oh, he was a mess.

"Jase... Why is there a lingerie bag here?" Yes, he was definitely an idiot, how did he forget the packaging of his little surprise there in the room? He looked in the mirror before answering and with a small boost of confidence decided to leave the bathroom. James was there by the door, and literally the air in his lungs left him, seeing Jase with that luxurious fabric barely covering his crotch and with those chains around his chest made him speechless, The heat went up to his cheeks and definitely went down to his cock as well. He looked stunning, fucking sexy.

"So uh... Do you like it?"

James was pulled out of his stupefaction, looked Jason up and down, and grinned mischievously.

"Damn, you did it for me?" He approached Jase and placed his hands on his waist, pulling him closer while his fingers played with the thin chains, God, the things he was thinking.

Jason nodded slowly, blushing under the heated look James gave him, his heart was racing because he knew that look and knew what was about to happen.

"You look delicious, Jase... And I plan to fuck you with that nice lingerie on" He whispered the last part against the neck of his lover before dedicating himself to distributing kisses through the extension of his throat. Jason clung to those broad shoulders and gasped, he felt a tingle run through his entire body as he felt the soft lips brush against his skin, James smiled when he felt his partner's reaction so with his hands going down the back of his thighs, he lifted him up to take him to bed.

The chocolate curls spread on the sheets, simulating a halo that fit him perfectly, in the eyes of the blonde, Jase was an angel, with those white panties that barely held from his sharp hip bone. He wanted to corrupt him. With his fingers he traced the patterns on the panties, teasing Jason's eager cock that was getting harder and harder, he hooked his index finger on the edge of the fabric and moved it aside to reveal the throbbing length wet with pre-cum, the pink skin contrasting against the white silk.

"God, do you know how sinful you look? You're pure temptation, baby" he leaned over Jason and licked a stripe down his erection, managing to make the curly moan desperately, ugh, he loved it when James took his time but right now he wanted his huge cock inside.

"James..." He begged with a trembling voice with desire, spread his legs and brought his thighs to his chest to show how needy he was. James' eyes darkened and with his thumb he pulled the panties to the side, revealing a pink pucker that fluttered, asking for his cock.

James decided that it had been too much foreplay, opened the drawer of the nightstand and took the lube to let it leak over Jase's eager hole, as promised, he did not remove the lingerie so it became a stained and sticky mess. He rubbed his fingers over the tight ring until it gave way enough to insert two fingers immediately, Jason screamed madly with pleasure and stood up slightly to kiss the blonde. It was a dirty, sloppy kiss, their teeths clashed slightly in the desperation of being able to be as close as possible, some drool dripped from his lips as James continued to finger fuck him, scissoring to dilate the warm wet entrance.

Jason unbuttoned his pants and took his fat cock to jerk him off, he couldn't wait to have that huge girth stretching him and filling him up nice and proper. James broke the kiss to cover his cock with more lube than necessary, however he didn't get into Jase right away, instead sliding his cock under his panties to grind himself with Jason's cock.

They both moaned each other's name and continued with the sloppy kiss, the panties were ruined, but they didn't cared about it. Their cocks were grinding against each other, the slide was intoxicating with how wet they were both from the lube, James held the chin of the curly man to guide his mouth to deepen the kiss, his other hand held one of the thighs so that Jason would remain spread.

"Tell me how badly you want it, baby..." The blond's voice was deep, almost a growl against the battered lips of the other.

“Fuck, I need it, please…” Stretched out on the bed beneath him Jason looked completely lost, he was gorgeous and James wasn't going to hesitate to give him what he wanted. His big hands spread Jase's legs a little wider and holding his cock, he guided it in slowly; he groaned and leaned his head back as he felt how well that greedy hole was wrapping around him. He held still for a couple of seconds, he was so sensitive and horny he swore he would cum at the slightest movement, he tried to catch his breath and saw Jason through his eyelashes, he couldn't take it anymore.

His hips began to move, and though he intended to go slow, the curly one's legs wrapped around him and gave him the impetus to increase his pace, the grip on Jason's hips became tighter, tight enough to know he would leave marks there, he began to thrust harder, deeper, drawing obscene moans from the boy beneath him. They didn't break eye contact, they grunted and squealed with each hard thrust, his cock throbbed and Jason arched up every time James reached that sweet spot inside him, he was so overstimulated that he didn't even need to touch his own cock to know he would cum at any moment.

James started to move faster and faster, panting and gritting his teeth every time he was balls deep in Jason, he just moaned completely consumed with lust, he grabbed the sheets and arched up, squirting his load all over his abdomen and part of James' soft belly, fuck, he was getting beefier and he loved it. The blond followed soon after, spilling his spunk deep into his boy's loins, he collapsed over Jase's sweaty, warm body, trying to catch his breath.

“Well shit, I'll be buying more lingerie if this is how you're going to get every time” Jason joked with a silly chuckle, his fingers stroking James' scalp.

“Yeah, just name the price and I'll buy you all the lingerie you want…”

Thinking on 2004 James

[larsulrichsblog]

FUCK IS HE TRYNA DO DAWGG WEAK ASS MOTHERFUCKER

@jaymz-hetfeeld-blogg 😝

[clawsinsodeep]

Metallica: Marseille, France, October 2, 1996. Photos by Niclas Swanlund.

[swiftgreatest]

ᰋ̱ ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ swiftgreatest 𝆬 ‹3

masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

who i write for ｡⁠*⁠♡

about me ﾉ⁠✧.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

Dare Risk Or Reward ˚ (light angst, fluff, exes to lovers, happy ending)

⭒ Dave Mustaine

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, bondage, oral sex, sixty-nine, edging, hickeys, unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation, overstimulation, bdsm, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

[artemisrogers]

And Justice for All Jason Newsted x reader ( bathroom sex, public play, roughness, and jealousy)

You decide to go on tour with Jason to keep him company for the Justice tour. Of course when things got a little bit heated between you and James. Jason shows you a different side to him.

I was fixing my hair trying to look cute for Jason. I knew he was going to be needy at some point, the little submissive he is. I felt two large hands on both my hips and felt nuzzling. I smile softly when I looked over and see long curly brown hair on my shoulder.

"Hi baby."

"Hey Jas missed me already?" I tease pulling him into an embrace. I was the only one that he allowed to call him that nickname.

He smiled his adorable smile at me making my heart melt. I kissed him on his pink lips once before there was a knock on the door. Of course James walked in dressed in a misfits sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, blonde hair all fuzzy. The show was going to start in five minutes.

"Hey Jason why don't you go check your bass tunings one more time before we head on?" James said.

That left me and James in Jason's dressing room. I was about to head out before James gently grabbed my arm. I don't know what James was trying to do, so I shot him with a smile. I noticed his cheeks were pink and he was kinda acting shy around me. I realized what was going on and didn't like it.

"Um Y/N I kinda wanted to ask you this for a while now. I know you and Jason are a thing, but I wanted to ask you out you know on a date maybe?"

"You know I can't do that James, I'm not gonna hurt Jason like that." I said a hint of annoyance in my voice.

That's when he walked closer backing me into a wall, his breath hot. I felt my heart fluttered. James is known to be the type to get what he wants no matter the cost. I really hoped that Jason didn't walk in because this was gonna be bad on my end.

"Why be with a bass player when you can have the frontman? I mean that isn't boring to you?" James said lifting my chin up smirking.

He leaned in and smashed his lips against mine. Jesus he was rough and I kissed him back out of habit from the kisses with Jason. I felt eyes boring into the back of my head when, James pulled away. I saw Jason standing there his eyes normal blue. I tried to say something to him, my cheeks red with embarrassment but of course that's the worst time he had to go on stage.

I watched Jason and the other perform and it was awesome as usual. That's when I noticed Jason kept glaring daggers at James. He shot me a look that I couldn't read. I picked up that he was playing the bass more aggressively than usual and when he did his back up vocals, it overpowered James' own voice. I felt like a dick thanks to James' dirty move on me.

When the show ended I walked back to the dressing room hoping not to run into James again. I jumped when I felt a hard grip on my arm, and turned to look at Jas. His eyes were bright blue.

"Come with me babe?"

"Ok." I said a little bit nervous as he had a completely different energy about him from his usual one. Before we even got into the bathroom I felt him grab my throat roughly and smash his lips against mine. A moan escaped me at his roughness.

"You goddamn slut! Kissing any man you can aren't you?"

"J-Jas I didn't expect James to do that!"

"Don't lie, you like it didn't you?" He said his eyes, full of dominance as he released my throat as his hands traveled down to my jeans as he rubbed my clothes pussy hard.

"Ahh Jas."

"Good girl let everyone know who owns you. Now get in the bathroom." Jason said smirking.

I felt myself pulsing badly as I went in the bathroom, him behind me following me. Once inside that's when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately his tounge seeking entrance to my mouth. I allowed him our youngest swirling against each other. I felt myself submit to this dominant Jason. I moaned softly reaching to grab his strong arms only to get my hands smacked away.

"Oh no you don't. You have to earn the privilege to touch me baby."

"Jason." I whined my pussy soaking my panties in my jeans. I never seen him so dominant before and I craved it like he was nicotine.

That's when Jason bent me over pulling down my jeans exposing my black thong to his eyes. A growl in the back of his throat he smacked my ass once hard. I moaned in pleasure my brain getting mushy with arousal. Another smack to my ass and he pulled my thing down to my ankles to join my jeans. I was breathing quickly.

"I guess I have to teach you who owns this sexy body don't I?" He said teasing my tight hole with his fingers.

I moaned loudly when I felt him lick a stripe down my slit. I really wasn't able to think straight at this point. When I heard him unbuckle his belt and his jeans fall to the floor, he grabbed my hair with one hand and forced me to look in the mirror at myself and him.

"I want you to watch as I fuck your tight little ass. I'm going to make sure you're screaming my name little girl." Jason said as he slammed his cock into my hole making me moan loudly.

His hip snapped as he gripped my hip to the point of bruising with his free hand. His other hand kept my head up and he would tug on it when he saw my eyes look down. I felt that knot in my stomach as I got closer to orgasm. I moan his name over and over again as he grunted.

"Jas! Jas please let me cum!"

"Not yet you still have yet to earn that." He said pulling out and letting go of my hair to flip me around, propping me onto the counter and spreading my legs open. My pussy was soaked with arousal and my clit was swollen.

I gripped his hair tightly when felt him sick on my clit tears welding in my eyes from the intense pleasure. Jason growled as he stood up lining his red and precum leaking tip with my pussy. Slamming into my entrance I gasped for air my whimpers and moans grew more desperate and loud each thrust.

"Fuck yes just like that! Such a good girl for me. Ngh fuck gonna cum all inside that tight pretty pussy baby. Yes yes yes!" Jason said as he thrusted deeply emptying his load inside me.That's when I lost it and screamed his name, my own orgasm hitting me hard.

Both of us were panting and soaked in sweat. Still connected we heard a knock and Lars whiny voice about wanting to use the bathroom outside. Jason chuckled softly pulling out and pulling up his pants again. I knew I was going to see this side of him more often now.

Of course I needed both sides and more of Jas in my life.

[newstedz]

NEW BLOG ☆

HIHIHI!!!!!!! im ellie.  i've browsed around for a bit and i'm deciding to take a shot at this! i can do fics and blurbs but tbh blurbs will probably be answered faster because i love rambling with all my heart <3  REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!! both fluff and nsfw asks welcome! excited to get to know u guys!

WHO I WRITE FOR!

james hetfield, kirk hammett, lars ulrich, jason newsted, dave mustaine, basically anybody who's been in the Metallica lineup except for like. ron. but i'm better at the ones explicitly mentioned (but cliff girlies i see you)

WHAT I WONT WRITE

male reader (not very familiar with it!), CNC, ddlg, exhibitionism, any extreme kink/fetish stuff, there's no way I can possibly get into all the details here so honestly just send in an ask and i'll probably clarify or if it doesn't get an answer then if probably applies under these categories

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 02 of ? | masterpost

word count: 3.3k

You didn’t want to dwell on it, on how your life was like a museum of places your family had been but weren’t anymore. Even something as simple as a spot you used to frequent as a kid was now just a distant memory. When your gaze met his, you found nothing but understanding there.

✦ warnings and tags: jason newsted x reader, age gap (23/38), no use of y/n, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine dynamics maybe?, reader has a backstory and it's kinda tragic, a bit of angst, eventual smut in future parts

✦ a/n: part 2 is finally here! i hope my portrayal of a small town is at least a bit accurate lol i know nothing about American towns, so I based it around what I usually see in fiction and also my personal life living in a small town growing up. also, jason and reader are still getting to know each other, but you can expect things to heat up a bit soon 🖤 hope you guys enjoy the read!

Jason never thought waking up in a quiet place would feel so weird. 

Maybe it was to be expected. After living in LA for so long, he'd gotten used to the constant noise — cars, loud neighbors, all that chaos that comes with city life. When he opened his eyes that Sunday morning, he spent a few minutes trying to figure out what was off. Then it hit him: it was the silence.

Jason was never one to laze around in bed after waking up, so after giving himself five more minutes under the covers, he got up to brush his teeth and stretch a bit. The house was still quite a mess, with cardboard boxes all over the place, and he grunted softly, thinking about the unpacking day that awaited him. 

At least he didn’t have anything else to worry about for the next few days, or weeks, or months. No dealing with packed schedules and tours, no getting his ideas shot down at the studio, no interviews, photoshoots, or autograph sessions. 

Just him, his new house, and his music.

After heading downstairs and pouring himself the last bit of yesterday's coffee, Jason’s mind couldn't help but drift back to you. He wondered if you’d have followed his advice, and if you’d be hungover right now. You’d been so kind to him the day before, and he thought maybe it’d be nice to return the favor and check up on you. Plus, he needed to return your baking tray and coffee pot anyway. Which reminded him — he still had a few pieces of your brownie left.

He opened the fridge and grabbed the tray, munching on one of the brownies while he rummaged through a cardboard box for some kitchen utensils. Your brownie was soft but dense, with a strong chocolate taste and a crisp shell that was just amazing. She must be really good at cooking, he thought, a bit impressed. Even though Jason could take care of himself, cooking definitely wasn’t one of his talents.

He finally found a plate and put the remaining brownies on it before washing your stuff. Once everything was nice and clean, he quickly went back upstairs to change his clothes, then headed over to your house and rang the doorbell.

It didn’t take you long to answer. Your eyes lit up with excited surprise when you saw him, and a smile spread across your lips. You were wearing a pretty little dress, your cheeks slightly flushed and breathing a bit fast, making him wonder if you had rushed downstairs to answer the door.

“Good morning,” you smiled, and he cleared his throat, suddenly aware he’d been staring at you a bit too long.

“Hey,” he said, his voice still a bit rough from yesterday’s tiredness. “Uh... I brought back your stuff.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, quickly taking the baking tray and coffee pot from his hands.

“So, you’re feeling okay? No hangovers?” he asked with a soft smile. You blushed a bit, probably still embarrassed about last night, but shook your head with a small smile.

“No hangovers. Took a long, warm bath and drank a lot of water, just like you said,” you giggled, and he chuckled. “Sorry about last night, by the way.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, then hesitated. He knew he should get back to unpacking, but he couldn’t help but think he should return your kindness from the day before somehow. If Jason was any good at cooking, he might have invited you over for lunch, but he knew he couldn’t cook anything that wasn’t too plain for a guest. “So, do you know of any cool restaurants around? I’d like to treat you to a meal, you know, as thanks for the brownies and the coffee. They really saved my day.”

“Did you like it?” you asked, excitement shining in your eyes as you smiled. Jason nodded, a small smile on his lips. “Oh, I’m so happy! I don’t know if there are any restaurants open today, though. Everybody’s at church or at home, but Joe’s Diner might be open if we’re lucky.”

“Well, I don’t know much about the town yet, but we can head over there for lunch if you’d like.”

“Oh, anything beats staying home all day,” you joked, and he wondered how many Sundays you'd spent alone since losing your parents. A knot twisted uncomfortably in his stomach, but he pushed it aside. He didn’t want to pity you, but he couldn’t help feeling a need to protect you, to shield you from a grief you shouldn’t be facing at such a young age.

If taking you out to lunch could help, then he was glad he'd invited you.

“Okay, then,” he said. “I’ll get back to unpacking my stuff, but we could grab my car later and head to the diner. Pick you up at one?”

“One? You sure eat late,” you frowned, and he chuckled.

“How about half past noon?”

“That’s better,” you smiled.

“Alright. See you in a bit,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face to match your excited one.

☆

Jason showed up right on time at your door, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, his short brown hair neatly combed. You had swapped your dress for jeans too, pairing them with a cute black tank top.

"Hey, we’re matching," you said when you saw him. He blinked, looking a bit confused before noticing you were both wearing pretty much the same thing.

"We really are. Want me to change or something?" he asked, a soft smile matching the warmth of his blue eyes. 

“No way. You look good,” you replied, making him chuckle softly. 

"Well, you look awesome too. Let's go, then, I'm starving," he said as he walked to his car, a big, black pickup truck. You raised your eyebrows, curious; the truck was brand new and clearly expensive, totally different from the battered old pickups you usually saw around town. Money clearly wasn't as tight for Jason as it was for you, which only made you more intrigued about him.

You walked over to his car and hopped into the passenger seat, feeling a bit hesitant. Being in a car still felt weird after the accident that took your parents' lives, but you didn't want to turn down Jason's kindness. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and dry mouth.

"You alright?" Jason asked, his blue eyes studying your face with a curious look. You nodded, forcing a smile to hide your discomfort.

"Just hungry."

The ride to Joe’s Diner was calm and nice. You showed Jason the way to Main Street and then to the diner, pointing out all the shops and spots you thought he might like. Jason was easy to talk to; he seemed genuinely interested in what you were showing him and in getting to know Oak Ridge better, which made you happier than you expected. You usually warmed up to people quickly, and his calm, laid-back nature was a pleasant surprise, a nice balance to your eagerness to help and please.

"There it is," you said as you both pulled up to Joe’s Diner and Jason looked for a place to park. The place was a small, old building with red brick walls. A neon sign displayed the name of the diner, but the lights were off since it was still daytime. A small "open" sign hung from the glass door, and you sighed with relief. Joe didn’t always open up on Sundays; Oak Ridge was a quiet place, even quieter on weekends, but as your stomach rumbled softly, you were just glad it was open. "It’s not much, but I swear the food is awesome."

"I can’t wait to try it," Jason smiled, and you giggled softly before hopping out of the car.

The first thing that hit you when you opened the diner’s door was the mouthwatering smell of fresh-brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. You stepped onto the black-and-white checkered floor, smiling softly as an AC/DC song played on the old jukebox by the window. The place was empty, except for Maggie, Joe’s wife, behind the counter in her pale blue dress and white apron. She smiled when she saw you, her eyes flickering with curiosity when she noticed your company. Her graying hair shone like silver in the warm sunlight streaming through the windows.

“Go grab a table; I’m just gonna say hi to Maggie,” you told Jason, and he nodded, picking a spot to sit. You sauntered over to the counter, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Hey, Maggie. Where’s Joe?”

“Oh, hello, dear. Joe’s in the kitchen,” she said, smiling as she grabbed a mug and poured you some coffee. You wrapped your hands around the mug, savoring the warmth. “Who’s that handsome stranger over there? Family?”

“Oh, that’s Mr. Newsted. He bought the house right next to mine — the one that used to be Mr. Parson’s,” you explained. “I’m just showing him around town.”

“You’re such a good girl,” she said warmly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason before leaning in and whispering, “If he does anything weird, you tell me or Mrs. Fischer, alright?”

“Thanks, Maggie, but he seems nice,” you chuckled.

“I know he does, but you’re a young girl living all by yourself… We look out for each other around here, so if you need anything, just let me know,” she said.

"Well, I think I'm gonna need a cup of your wonderful coffee for Mr. Newsted over there," you grinned. "And you know I'm gonna want that delicious meatloaf with fries on the side again, right?"

"Sure thing, honey. Just go sit down with your friend, and I'll bring it over in a jiffy. Oh, and..." Maggie hesitated, and you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I know you might not want to hear this, but... Ethan's been asking around about you. Said he wants to see you if you ever showed up. I'm sorry, babe. I know you don't want to hear about him, but I figured you should know," she finished, apologetically.

"It's alright, Maggie. Thanks for letting me know. But I'm not... I really don't want to see him right now," you said, trying to muster a smile despite the annoyance creeping into your mood at Maggie's words — not at her, but at Ethan, your ex-boyfriend. You were getting tired of his persistent attempts to contact you, even though you'd made it clear you were done with him. "Sorry he bothered you with this."

"Oh, honey, it's not your fault. He really messed things up with you," Maggie replied as she refilled your mug with fresh coffee and poured another cup for Jason. "Don't stress about it, alright? Just enjoy your lunch. I'm sure things will work out."

You gave Maggie a soft smile, taking both coffee mugs and making your way to the table Jason had picked out. It was right by the window, sunlight streaming in through the red curtains and casting gentle patterns on the wooden tabletop.

"Hey. Brought coffee," you grinned, sliding into the seat opposite Jason, who was deep in concentration studying the menu. He looked up, returning your smile and reaching for the coffee mug.

"Thanks, dear," he said appreciatively, and you felt a slight blush creep onto your cheeks at the casual way he used the nickname. He offered you the menu. "You wanna pick?"

"Oh, I already know what I'm getting. How about you?" you asked.

"I think I'm gonna go for the cheeseburger with fries on the side," he replied, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "And how about dessert later? I noticed they've got apple pie. We could split a slice."

"Sounds good," you smiled.

Before long, Maggie swung by your table to take your orders. You properly introduced her to Jason, and as they chatted, it became clear that being a people person was definitely part of his personality. While Maggie seemed a bit wary at first — typical Oak Ridge resident behavior around newcomers — soon enough, she was chatting and laughing with Jason as if they were old pals.

"So," you began as we waited for your lunch to arrive, "what are your plans for the week? You gonna hunt for a job or anything?"

"Oh, no, thank God," Jason smiled, shaking his head softly, and you giggled. "I'm just gonna start composing some new music, I reckon. Wanna give solo work a shot this time."

"This time?" you asked, intrigued. "You mentioned you were in a band, right? What was that like?"

"Messy," he replied, with a slight frown. You blinked, trying to decipher the expression on his face. He looked troubled, but you knew it wasn't directed at you, which made you wonder what could have driven him to leave his old band. "That's why I needed to be somewhere quieter, I suppose."

"Was it really that rough?" you asked in a hushed tone. He met your gaze, taking in your concerned expression and offering you a reassuring smile.

"It wasn't all bad. For one, it lined my pockets enough to do whatever I pleased after I left," he chuckled. "But... We had our share of issues. Eventually, it all became too much, so I had to step back."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you whispered, and he chuckled with a smile.

"Don't sweat it. I'm happier now that I'm out of that mess. Plus, I got to meet the coolest neighbor ever," he joked, and you laughed softly. "I just... I wanna start fresh, you know? Glad I could give myself the chance."

Your conversation was briefly interrupted as Maggie brought your food — cheeseburger and fries for Jason and your beloved meatloaf with some Coke for drinks. You chatted quietly as you dug into our meal, saving room for Maggie's apple pie, which you devoured soon after. Jason insisted on paying for the whole meal, and after a bit of back-and-forth and him reminding you it was his idea to treat you in the first place, you agreed.

As you headed back to his car, an idea popped into your head — there was somewhere you hadn’t shown Jason yet.

“Hey, can we take a little detour before heading home?” you asked as you settled back in the passenger seat. “There’s somewhere I want to show you.”

“Sure, let’s go,” Jason replied, and you smiled. You were starting to like how easygoing and open to your suggestions he was.

As you drove through Main Street, you pointed to a small street right next to the police station.

“Take this street over here,” you said, and Jason turned the car wheels. The few commercial buildings quickly gave way to houses, and then, as always happens if you follow a path in Oak Ridge long enough, the street turned into a dirt road surrounded by trees. Houses became more spread out, and soon you reached a fork in the road. One way led down to some farms and properties, the other up a small hill through a denser part of the woods. “We’re almost there, just go up this path,” you directed.

“Alright. You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going?” Jason asked with a small smile, his blue eyes glued to the road ahead. You giggled.

“You’ll see.”

You drove up the hill for a while on a narrow, twisty path that might’ve been tricky for an inexperienced driver, but Jason handled it just fine. Finally, after a few minutes of climbing, you reached the top, a little spot with a couple of pine trees and a wooden bench in the middle. Jason parked the car, and you hopped out.

“Come on,” you said with a smile, running up to the bench under the trees. Jason followed, grumbling about having to climb the rest of the way on foot. You laughed as a soft breeze messed up your hair. “Come on, old man, you can do it.”

“I’m trying. Sorry I don’t have your energy, kid,” he muttered with a mock-annoyed look. “I’m not used to the outdoors anymore.”

“I’m not a kid,” you huffed, and he laughed, a bit out of breath.

“And I’m not an old man,” he shot back.

“Well, you sure are looking like one. Don’t people in LA ever go for a walk?” you teased, and he laughed huskily. You grabbed his wrist. “Come see this.”

You both walked over to the wooden bench, and you turned to Jason, putting your hands on his shoulders before using him to help you climb up on the bench, standing on it.

“Careful,” Jason said, tensing up as he held your waist firmly, his rough palm brushing against the skin between your tank top and jeans. You chuckled, feeling warmth spread through you as your heart raced, his touch sparking a fire in your belly that you didn’t know could exist.

“I’m good,” you assured him, offering your hand to help him climb up onto the bench beside you. “Let’s go.”

“Do I really have to?” he joked, but he took your hand and pulled himself up with your help to stand on the bench next to you.

“Check it out,” you said, pointing downhill where the whole town sprawled out before you. From up here, you could pretty much see everything in the more urban part of Oak Ridge, which wasn’t all that big. Jason made a low impressed noise. “See over there? That’s Joe’s Diner,” you gestured to the red brick building that seemed tiny from this height. “And that’s the police station… And down there, in that tree-lined path, we can’t spot the houses from here, but that’s our street.”

“That’s awesome,” he murmured, his voice low as he took in all the sights you’d pointed out. “How’d you find this spot?”

“Just some hometown know-how,” you quipped, and he chuckled, his blue eyes meeting yours warmly. “Actually… My parents used to bring me here all the time. But I haven’t been in ages. It’s kinda tough to get here without wheels.”

“If you ever wanna come back here, just give me a holler. I’ll bring you,” he said gently, his voice tinged with a kindness that made you blush a bit.

“Thanks, Mr. Newsted.”

“You can call me Jason, remember?”

“Thanks, Jason,” you chuckled. He grinned before returning his gaze to the view ahead of you.

“So, got any other hidden gems to show me?” he gestured toward a bunch of trees near the white building you knew was the town church. “Is that a pool?” he asked, and you stretched up on your tiptoes for a closer look, spotting a square of water nestled among the trees. 

“Yeah, that’s the Recreation Club. It’s pretty cool. My folks used to take me there all the time, but…” your voice trailed off as you spoke. You didn’t want to dwell on it, on how your life was like a museum of places your family had been but weren’t anymore. Even something as simple as a spot you used to frequent as a kid was now just a distant memory. “Couldn’t keep up with the membership fees after they passed,” you explained, glancing up at Jason with eyes that tried to hide your sadness. When your gaze met his, you found nothing but understanding there.

“C'mere,” he said, pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you. 

The sudden embrace caught you off guard, but soon you relaxed into it like it was second nature. He was warm and unexpectedly gentle, and you realized maybe that’s what you’d been craving all this time: warmth, and gentleness. He pulled back, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Let’s head back home.”

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Haiii nausicaa, i was wondering if you could do an angst with jason where reader 💀 herself and he goes through vhs of them to kinda find the reason, or signs that he didnt see. So it's just him with memories and like some deep conversations that he maybe overlooked or something? You can put more to it if you want obviously!!!

Hello dear ones, how are you? I hope you're all doing well! Sorry for disappearing these past few days, but life decided to throw a hard mode challenge at me, and I’ve been busy surviving it. That said, I’m back now, and I hope you’ll enjoy this story even if it's sad

Warnings: TW, suicide, death, grief and loss, emotionally intense content. If these topics are sensitive for you, please read with caution💙

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Rewind

Jason sat in the dimly lit room, the static hum of the VHS player blending with the faint echoes of an old cassette playing somewhere in the background. The late '80s aesthetic surrounded him—faded posters on the wall, the glow of a neon lamp casting flickering shadows. The tapes were scattered around him, each one labeled in your handwriting: “Road Trip '89,” “Lazy Sunday '90,” “Her Birthday '88.” His trembling hands hovered over one labeled simply “Us.”

He pushed the tape in.

The screen flickered with static before clearing up, and there you were, smiling in your oversized denim jacket and scrunchie-tied hair. That smile he’d fallen in love with.

“Jason, you’re blocking the view,” your voice teased from behind the vintage camcorder.

He chuckled softly, tears already welling up in his eyes. “Better?” he had asked.

“Perfect.”

The next tape showed a night Jason barely remembered. You sat on the floor, your head resting on his shoulder as a soft vinyl played in the background. The familiar chords of November Rain filled the room, and as the line Don't you think that you need somebody? Everybody needs somebody. You're not the only one played, you softly whispered, “Sometimes I feel like that line was meant for me.” Jason had just kissed your forehead, not realizing how deeply those words cut into you. Now, he whispered through his tears, “I should’ve seen it.”

“Do you ever feel...tired, Jay?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s nothing sleep can’t fix.”

You sighed. “Sometimes it feels like no amount of sleep can fix mine.”

Jason stared at the screen, whispering through his tears, “I should’ve seen it.”

Tape after tape, memory after memory, Jason searched for the signs he had missed. Your quiet pauses, the forced smiles, the way your eyes dimmed when you thought no one was watching. One clip made his breath catch—

You were smiling brightly at the camera, laughing at some joke he couldn’t remember. But as the laughter faded, a single tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, forcing the smile to stay. Jason clenched his fists. How did I miss that?

One tape caught his attention. It was labeled “For Jason.”

With a deep breath, he pressed play.

There you were, sitting on the bed in your favorite hoodie. “Hey, Jay,” you began softly, your eyes glassy. “If you’re watching this, it means I’m...I’m gone.”

“I need you to know it wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault. You loved me in a way I never thought I deserved. But sometimes love isn’t enough to quiet the noise in your head.”

You paused, wiping a tear. “I wish I could’ve told you how much I was hurting, but I didn’t want to burden you. You always tried to fix everything, and this...this wasn’t something you could fix.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “Remember our road trip when we got lost and ended up watching the sunset by accident? That was one of the few moments I felt truly at peace. With you, I felt safe, even from myself, but it was always temporary.”

You smiled through the tears. “Please don’t hate yourself for not seeing it. I hid it well, didn’t I? I laughed, I smiled... even when I was breaking. But promise me, Jason, promise me you’ll keep going. Live. For both of us.”

The screen went black.

Jason sat there, broken and whole all at once, whispering to the empty room, “I miss your voice... so much.” Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, “If only you had asked for help, if only I had seen deeper in your eyes... maybe I could’ve noticed that something was off.” He sat in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of his own tears falling, thinking about how much he missed you, and how the silence now felt deafening without you.

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gift wrapper // jason newsted x reader 1.2

read it on ao3. content: detective!jason newsted. detective!reader. police!au. slow burn. warnings: minors dni. other additional tags to be added. murder mystery. blood and gore. body horror. strangers to lovers. eventual smut. ptsd. gunshot wounds. plot armor. non-con elements. idiots in love. panic attacks. medical inaccuracies. inaccurate police procedures. thriller. mutual pining. the author has adhd.

January 31, 2011, Monday, 09:47 AM 

“Alright, I’ll stop by when they arrive.” Newsted had his phone between his shoulder and ear, driving to the scene. “What? No, I’m driving there now.”

You two had taken Newsted’s car to the scene, it was a gray Ford CV; very classic, very basic. It smelled manly with a hint of cigarettes, he must’ve been an occasional smoker. Aside from some pebbles here and there on the floor mats, the car was fairly clean. KISS was blasting through the speakers, a B-side track filling the atmosphere. There was an air freshener shaped like a pine tree hanging from the rearview mirror alongside a small orange collar with a charm that said ‘Georgie’.

“Yeah. Okay, I’ll ask him, don’t worry.” After hanging up, Newsted turned to you and muttered a silent ‘sorry’. “Kirk, our ME,” he explained. “He found some sort of thread or whatever stuck to the girl’s neck. Wanted me to ask Lars about it.”

“He found anything else?” you asked.

“Some scratches here and there but not much,” his face scrunched up. “He’s still waiting for the lab results.”

You nodded and pointed to the collar. “So you have a cat?” You wanted to get to know him before indulging yourself with the case. He was supposed to be your partner after all. “Georgie?”

“Nope, it’s a dog!” He smiled, it was a bittersweet one that didn’t reach his silver eyes. “I lost him a couple of years ago while solving my first case here in Seattle.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” you replied.

He thanked you with a low voice, eyes fixated on the road but filled with agony. Losing Georgie must’ve taken a toll on him. “He was old anyways, but, you know,” he took a left turn. “It hurt.”

“It must’ve been hard,” you said. “I have a cat, I can’t imagine losing her.” 

“Oh!” his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You didn’t strike me as a cat person.” 

“Why? Because I’m a cop?” You cocked an eyebrow with a smirk. 

His eyes flitted towards your face for a brief second. “You’re saying cops can’t have cats?” Teasing back, I see.

“Back in Boston, a lot of them had dogs,” you explained. “I found Coffee in an abandoned building, there was an overdose case. Everyone was surprised when I took her with me.”

“What was her name, you said?” Newsted furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Coffee.”

He cracked a laugh, scrunching his nose. “What?”

“What?” you exclaimed. “She had this condensed milk-colored fur when she was a kitten. Then she grew up and now, she has more of a brown to her. So I named her Coffee.”

His laugh was contagious. He laughed like a kid who heard a fart joke for the first time, you thought as you two got lost in a laughing frenzy. It was sweet and rich with his head thrown back and eyes squinted so tight, his dimples were mesmerizing. He made your cheek hurt. You wondered if he ever sprained his neck with how hard he threw his head back laughing.

“Condensed milk?!” He shook his head as if to gather his composure, and took the right lane to the dock. “That’s silly!” 

The dock was full of people left and right; crime scene investigators wearing white jumpsuits taking samples from the dock floor behind the yellow tape, police officers interviewing possible witnesses, some curious boat owners, passersby, and the morning patrol watching the whole scene as it unfolded. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to. 

“Do you have any gloves?” you asked when he killed the engine, he pointed at the glovebox. You found the box of gloves sitting next to a pack of Winston in there. “Thanks. Want a pair?”

He leaned into the backseat and came back with a coat. “I don't think we’ll be needing them.”

Newsted had his hands in the pockets of his coat as he walked towards the dock, relaxed and professional. You followed him like a tail, trusting him enough to not get any gloves. You two stopped right at the edge of the yellow tape. He greeted the investigators by name, then introduced you. You offered a smile. They smiled back, genuine and warm. They seemed kinder than the Boston crew, you compared. 

“Is Ulrich here?” After wishing the crew a good day you looked around to find someone who resembled a detective and took the Marlboro pack from your pocket. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Not at all.” He jerked his chin towards the short guy. He was wearing a black leather jacket with black slacks. He had round sunglasses and his earlobes were covered in piercings. His short, light brown hair, from what you could see, had started thinning around his forehead. There was a notepad in his hands, he scribbled something as the man spoke. “There, he’s taking witness statements.”

“Black jacket and glasses?” you asked, setting the poison alight and inhaling. Ulrich seemed to have noticed you as he waved a hand toward Newsted and he lifted a hand back.

He nodded. “Mind if I have some?”

You shrugged and passed it. “Is he a detective?”

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled. The cherry burned red as he inhaled, deep and slow. He held the smoke in his lungs before releasing it to the sky with his head tilted back and eyes squinted shut. “Ew,” He furrowed his brows and gave it back. “It tastes like shit.”

“It’s cigarette,” you took it before filling your lungs with smoke again, your eyes still on Ulrich. “It won’t taste good.”

As you were stomping on the finished butt, Ulrich came running. “Jason!” He bumped his fist into Newsted’s ringed one and Newsted wrapped his arm around the short man. Even through his glasses, you could see Ulrich’s eyes close with content for a brief moment. “Finally decided to show up, huh?”

“Shut up,” Newsted snickered as he released Ulrich and you saw his nipple piercings through the tank top he wore under his jacket. “How is Denmark?”

“Same old, same old. Pops said hi,” Ulrich sniffed then he turned to you, looking from behind his glasses, he shifted on his feet. His pupils were dilated and his whites were blood red. “And you are?”

“Detective Hunter.” You offered your hand but instead of shaking it, he popped a piece of gum into his mouth, sniffing a couple of times. Your hand stayed in the air, hanging, until he put the gum pack back in his pocket.

“Ulrich.” 

“Pleasure.” You offered him a forced smile. “What do we have here?”

Ulrich opened his notepad. “Holly Nelson, 22, female. Her ID and phone were in the box, so,” he scoffed and sniffed. “Thanks fucking God.”

“Patrol said anything?”

He pointed towards the dock. “One of the guys found the box around 5:50 am and opened it. We’ll find his fingerprints on the lid.”

Newsted took the pack of gum from his pocket. “Any witnesses?”

“Nah—Don’t steal!” Ulrich scolded. He was spinning the pen in his hand as he spoke, twisting, tapping it across the paper, and jumping it in his fingers occasionally. “CSI found a footprint on the dock, but,” He hissed through his teeth. “I don’t think it belongs to anyone real. My guy Sam over there, he told me there are a bunch of homeless fuckers around here.”

Newsted looked away for a second. “We need to take their statements too.”

“Yeah, well,” Ulrich popped a bubble and rubbed his nose. “A couple of cigarettes would help, y’know?”

Newsted snickered. “Yeah, I’ll give you some.”

The two kept talking as you stayed silent to observe Ulrich even further. He was talking fast and honey-thick with his accent, constantly fidgeting around and sniffing. He wasn’t as calm as Newsted or uptight like Beckett which made you lift your brows in surprise. You weren’t familiar with people like him working for homicide. Though Boston had them, they were mostly narcs hanging out on their own, some undercover some not. Never in homicide. 

“What about the parents? Siblings?” you interrupted. “Anything from them?

“Mom is a teacher at Seattle High, daddy dead, no sibling,” said Ulrich with a casual tone like it was just another Monday. Like a girl didn’t just die. He took off his glasses before proceeding to talk. “He died a couple of days after her second birthday.”

“Any lover? Someone from the past?”

“I tried her phone but these new ones have fucking locks!” He grimaced. “We got nothing until the IT cracks it open.”

“Does the mom know?” Newsted asked, his arms curled in front of his chest. 

“I don’t know,” Ulrich shrugged. “I called the school before coming here. She’s there till 3 PM.”

“Did you talk to her?”

Ulrich exhaled a bubble and popped it. “She was in class when I called the school, I spoke to the secretary or some shit.”

“So what do we know exactly?” you exhaled loudly. “Just a box and what? A fucking footprint?”

Ulrich cocked an eyebrow, he let your words hang in the air for a while before saying. “Look, I don’t know how you guys dealt with shit in Boston,” he pointed a finger. “But we can’t magically create evidence here.”

Your brows were drawn together, scoffing. “Magic? What the hell are you–”

He cut you off curtly. “We have a box, a head, and a footprint.” His tongue was darting at his cheek and he had lifted one of his brows, smirking. “If you need more,” he poked your shoulder. “Go search them yourself.”

“Okay! Why don’t you-” Newsted interrupted before the situation escalated further by taking the cigarette pack out of your jacket. His eyes were filled with annoyance and worry. “You go and talk to the people around, bribe some with this,” he gave it to Ulrich. “And we go speak with her mom? Okay?”

Ulrich stood silent with the pack sitting in his hands for a moment, weighing his options. His eyes never left yours. He then took one out and placed it between his lips before putting the pack in his pocket and taking a lighter. “Alright.”

“Yeah?” Newsted asked again as if to confirm it even more.

“Sure!” He lit it up and took a drag. “I’ll deal with the local shits and you go-” He waved his hand, shooing you away. “Talk to the mom. Show her how to do things here.”

Your jaw clenched as you took a step towards Ulrich. He just snickered and took a drag of your cigarette.

“Hunter,” Newsted pleaded, placing a soft hand on your back, urging you. “Let’s go.”

You felt Lars’ eyes digging into your back as you walked towards Newsted’s car. Right before getting in, you looked at him one last time, hoping to pierce through his stupid head with your eyes. Much to your disappointment, he returned your gaze with a salute, the cigarette still burning between his fingers.

Asshole.

[metallicaislife]

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[lolly-in-a-strange-land]

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. My name is lolly and I am weird & will continue to be weird. I write fanfics, or thinly veiled wish fulfillments.

My fics can be found on Wattpad, Ao3 and I have some one shots here. Current fics are:

Limerence [Josh Silver/OC]

Thanatophobia [Dave Mustaine/OC]

Colors in Autumn [Jason Newsted/OC]

The Forever Purge [Josh Silver/OC]

A Flight of Doves and Ravens [Danny Carey/OC]

Completed works include:

Meet me at midnight [Josh Silver/OC]

Halcyon [Dave Mustaine/OC]

Paper Hearts [Dave Mustaine/OC]

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[fan-maddson]

Her cheeks were a deep crimson as they watched. She hated watching herself do anything. She never let on, but she was incredibly self conscious.

“Since she was three,” Mitchell chimed in, grinning. “That’s how her and Jess met. This is only the tip of the iceberg, Eddie. Josh, put in a more recent one. Maybe last weekend?”

“Fuck,” she groaned, trying to disappear into the couch. “You guys really suck.” Despite her groans of protest, a new tape was put in. This one opened in the home, her messing with Jacoby. Clearly this was a constant.

“You know, someday you’re going to make someone a great wife,” she teased, placing a blonde wig on his head.

“And you’ll make someone a great ex wife,” he shot back, tossing the wig back at her. “I can see it now: the EX Mrs. Jason Newsted. You two are made for each other.” Her only response was to flip him off.

The recording cut out, restarting at what appeared to be a club. Fannie and her friends on stage, playing.

It's a Friday night. Surprisingly, they've got a big crowd tonight. What's even more surprising is there is a group of girls here. He makes eye contact with one of them. He thinks he's seen her around school. But he doesn't know her well. He never pegged her for a metal fan. He can't help but give a soft smile before he grabs the mike.

" We are Corrid Coffin ! Get ready to rock !!" He shouts as they start their set.

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