*A/N: Sorry for all the trans! headcanons. I'm just brimming with ideas. Anyways, please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it! - Zoe*
-Jason's POV-
I woke up, stretching lightly, and got out of bed. When I did, I started to get dressed, putting on a pair of jeans, and reached for my old, dinky chest binder. I'm glad I told the guys when I did. And I'm glad they're okay with it. I'm also pretty glad that there's someone else in the band who relates to my situation. Anyways, I put on my binder, adjusting it, and gasped lightly as I felt one of the straps break. When it did, I sighed, burying my face in my hands, and took off the binder, putting on a shirt. When I did, I left my room, and knocked on James's door, hearing him clamber over things, and stood back a bit when he opened the door. He looked at me, tired, and said, "What's up, Newkid?" I looked up at him, my face going red a bit, and said, "M-My binder is broken... And I don't have an extra one." James sighed, closing the door, and returned with a binder in his hands. I flashed a curious look, and he handed it to me, and said, "Here. Have my old one. I use Ace bandages anyway." I smiled lightly, taking the binder, and said, "Thank you, James!" He smiled a bit, and said, "No problem. Do you need help putting it on? It's kinda weird because it clasps in the back and you can adjust the tightness so you're not cutting off your breathing." I smiled, and said, "Thanks. I might need a little help. I'm not so good with these things because my old binder didn't clasp like that." James nodded, pulling me into his room, and closed the door. When he did, he said, "Go into the bathroom and put it on, and I'll clasp it for you." I nodded, walking into the bathroom, and closed the door. When I did, I took off my shirt, sliding the binder on over my chest, and held it up a little so it stayed put. After I left the bathroom, James spun me around, and clasped it at what seemed to be the third setting. He glanced at me, and said, "I'd that too tight?" I shook my head, and said, "Nope!" He smiled a bit, patting my shoulder, and I hugged him, and said, "Thanks James!" I put my shirt on, leaving the room, and James smiled, and said, "No problem. Just ask any time you need help with your binder, ok?" I nodded, a small smile on my face, and left his room after thanking him again.
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Metallica Headcanons / Oneshots
FanfictionJust a book of headcanons and oneshots for Metallica, the various ships for them, and antics of whichever member you request! I will write for any member, or ship, just ask ;)
