Metallica one shots and headcannons

Kiss me under the stars💫(Jason Newsted one shot)

Summer nights with Jason had always been my favorite. He and I had been best friends since elementary school, our bond as easy as breathing, built on a thousand late-night conversations, movie marathons, and whispered secrets. Tonight, it was just the two of us, out past the edge of town under a star-strewn sky. The cicadas buzzed softly in the warm night air, a perfect backdrop to the quiet thrill of being alone with him.

Jason had recently bought his first car—a beat-up convertible that was way past its prime but which he insisted was "classic." Every evening, he'd take me out for aimless drives, just to get lost with the windows down, music blaring. Tonight, we'd parked in the empty field where we'd spent countless summer nights with friends, watching the stars and talking about the future. It was just us tonight, though, and something about that felt different.We were lying back on the hood, shoulders brushing, staring up at the sky in silence. The quiet between us felt heavier than usual, charged. I could feel his warmth beside me, his hand resting close to mine but not quite touching. I wondered if he felt it too—the strange, unspoken shift in the air.

Then, like fate, "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer came on the radio, floating softly through the quiet. I laughed, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "Oh, this song," I said, trying to keep my tone light, but my heart hammered a little louder.Jason turned his head, watching me with that half-smile of his. "What?" he teased, nudging me. "Too cheesy for you?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide the smile tugging at my lips. "It's not that... it's just... it's us . It feels like we've been hearing this song since middle school." I shook my head, feeling my cheeks warm, and turned my gaze back up to the stars.Jason chuckled, and for a while, we just lay there, letting the song and the silence fill the space between us.

 But then he shifted slightly, leaning on his elbow so he could face me. I felt his gaze like a warmth on my skin, the weight of it making my pulse race. I glanced over, and my breath caught. He was looking at me with an intensity I hadn't seen before, a tenderness that stole the words from my mouth.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, "do you ever think about... things  changing between us?"

My heart skipped, pounding against my ribs as his words hung in the air, vulnerable and real. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know where to begin. I'd spent years thinking of Jason as my best friend, my safe place. But suddenly, all the little things I'd ignored—his laughter, the way he looked at me, the warmth of his hand always close to mine—came flooding back, and I felt the full weight of what I'd tried to bury.

I looked into his eyes, and something in me broke open. "Yeah," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I think about it a lot, actually."His face softened, his eyes full of a mix of relief and something deeper. He reached out, his hand gently finding mine, his fingers threading between mine as if he'd done it a thousand times in his mind. "I've been wanting to say something... for a long time. But I was afraid of losing what we have."

I shook my head, my grip tightening on his. "You couldn't lose me, Jason. Ever."The words seemed to give him courage, and he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing softly along my skin. My breath caught, my heart racing as he closed the distance between us. And then his lips met mine, softly at first, like he was savoring the moment. But then, as I kissed him back, he deepened it, his hand slipping to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer.

His kiss was passionate, a release of all the things we'd both kept hidden. I felt the warmth of his breath, his heartbeat pounding against mine as his fingers tangled in my hair. Every touch, every soft press of his lips felt electric, like we'd both been waiting years for this moment. The stars above seemed to blur as I closed my eyes, melting into him, letting myself feel everything I'd held back.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together. Jason's hand stayed cradling my face, his thumb brushing softly over my cheek as he looked at me with a smile that was pure, unfiltered happiness."I think I've been in love with you since forever, Y/N," he murmured, his voice hushed and raw. "I just didn't know how to say it."

I felt tears prick my eyes, my chest full of warmth and joy. "I've been waiting for this for a long time too," I whispered back, smiling. "I just didn't know it."He leaned in again, brushing his lips softly against mine, a promise in the way he held me. And as we lay back on the hood of his car, his hand never leaving mine, I knew that something had changed forever. We'd crossed a line we couldn't go back from, but I didn't want to. With Jason, I felt like I'd found a piece of myself I'd always been missing.

As the last notes of the song faded, the stars seemed to shine a little brighter, like they were celebrating with us, blessing this new beginning. I squeezed his hand, my heart full of a quiet certainty, knowing that wherever this took us, we'd face it together.In Jason's arms, under that vast, endless sky, I'd found something I didn't even know I was searching for: love, real and deep, in the boy who'd been by my side all along.