Metallica one shots and headcannons

Cozy day🍂(Jason Newsted one shot)

The crackling of the fire is the only sound in the room, and it's the perfect kind of quiet. I sink deeper into the couch, the softness of the cushions and the warmth of the woolen blanket pulling me closer into Jason's side. His arm is draped around me, and I shift slightly to rest my head against his chest. He smells like the fresh scent of pine, mixed with something warm and comforting — maybe the fire, or maybe just him.

Outside, the autumn wind is howling, the kind of wind that makes you feel the change of seasons in your bones. I can hear the rustling of the trees as they sway and the occasional gust shaking the windows, but inside, it's warm. The room smells like wood smoke and cinnamon, the perfect mix of autumn. The firelight dances in front of us, casting flickering shadows across the room, and everything feels alive in a slow, peaceful way.

Jason's fingers gently trace patterns on my arm under the blanket, a touch so soft it almost feels like a dream. His presence is grounding, like I could melt into him forever, and the world outside could keep turning and I wouldn't even notice. I look up at him, my heart doing that fluttering thing it always does when he looks back down at me with a quiet smile. His eyes are soft, his usual playfulness replaced with something deeper tonight, something that matches the stillness of the evening.

The fire crackles loudly, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney, and I shiver slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around us. Jason immediately tightens his hold on me, his arm pulling me closer. I rest my cheek against his shoulder and let out a small sigh, not wanting to move, not wanting this moment to end.

"Warm enough?" he asks, his voice low and lazy, as if he's already settling into this space with me, like the rest of the world doesn't matter in this bubble we've created.

I nod, my lips curling into a smile. "Perfect," I whisper, barely able to hear my own words over the sound of the fire, but I know he hears me. He always hears me.

The windows are fogging up from the heat inside, but outside, the trees stand tall, their branches waving gently in the breeze. The last of the golden leaves are clinging to the branches, and some of them have started to fall, swirling through the air like a quiet dance. I can't help but glance out the window every now and then, watching as the colors of the world outside slowly shift in the fading light.

Jason notices, of course. He always notices. "The trees look amazing," he says softly, his thumb brushing against my wrist. "I can't get enough of the colors this time of year."

"Me neither," I murmur, my eyes still caught on the view. The world outside feels so full of change, the air crisp and fresh, but inside, everything feels timeless. It's like the quiet of the season has wrapped itself around us, and the only thing that matters is this moment — us, here, together.

I shift in his arms, snuggling a little deeper into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my cheek. He's always warm, always steady, and it's so easy to feel safe with him. The quiet is comfortable, filled with nothing but the fire, the wind outside, and the occasional flicker of a smile between us.

Jason picks up our mugs from the table — the ones we left there when we first sat down. He hands one to me, and I wrap my hands around it, feeling the comforting warmth seep into my fingertips. It's hot cocoa, rich and thick, with whipped cream floating on top, the faintest dusting of cinnamon. It tastes like autumn, like childhood memories, like everything good.

"I love this," I say, taking a sip, the sweetness of the cocoa warming me from the inside out. "Just... this. Just us. It's perfect."

Jason chuckles, his voice low and teasing, but there's a softness in it that makes me smile. "It's always perfect when I'm with you." His words hang in the air for a moment, and my heart skips a beat.

I look up at him, feeling the firelight in his eyes, reflecting the same warmth that fills my chest. "I feel the same way."

I lean in, my lips just a breath away from his, and for a moment, the world outside slips away completely. The only thing that exists is us, the soft glow of the fire, and the feeling of him so close. Then, I kiss him — gentle, slow, the kind of kiss that tastes like the warmth of home, like everything that's ever been good and pure in the world.

When we pull back, I rest my forehead against his, my breath mingling with his in the quiet space between us. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. The fire crackles, the wind blows outside, and everything feels like it's falling into place.

"I could stay like this forever," I whisper.

"Me too," Jason murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Just you, me, and the fire."

And for a moment, I let myself believe that time really could stand still, and that nothing in the world would ever be as perfect as this moment right now.

Outside, the wind continues to howl, the autumn leaves swirl and twirl in the air. But inside, under the warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the room, I have everything I need — him, the quiet, and the comfort of being exactly where I'm supposed to be.