James has been dragged to a strip club for his birthday and is suffering majorly until he spots a dancer that makes his night.

Completion of all the Jameson Fanfictions on the internet.

There's Most likely a shit ton of Grammar problems so pls Forgive me 🛐

Jason Newsted is an eighteen year old boy who gets himself sent to a mental hospital after threats of a suicide attempt. He feels alone there, even in his "support" group until one day, another newcomer shows up. But does he still feel alone?

This is a collection of short or maybe a little long fanfics that I write when I get bored. It's mostly ships from different bands that I listen to. If you agree with some of these ships, feel free to message me any suggestions you might have for a fanfic plot. I hope you enjoy some of these.

Jason Newsted lives in a small town where the people aren't as nice to him as they are to everyone else. They tend to push poor Jason around for being superstitious, believing in witchcraft and sorcerey as well as mythical and mystical creatures. His favorite pass time is walking down a path in the wooded area behind his house. But this time, as this walk seems more lonelier than it normally has, he comes across a fight in nature between a bear and an extremely abnormally large wolf. The bear leaves the wolf and Jason rushes to help, but he doesn't know that his life is about to change, as well as the lives of the townspeople.

A collection of Jameson/Hetsted stories. Feel free to request.

Even now as I walk these streets alone I can sense the fear of many people. But it's not fear of me. Many I can see are paranoid. They've heard of what I do. What I've done. It's not a fear of me exactly. I can see some of them frantically look around. I can feel their hearts beat as I move. I sense it. Even when I am something of the dark, I move in broad daylight. But if I didn't have the pendant of light around my neck and hidden under my shirt, I'd burn and become ash as if any other of my kind would. It's just another day. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Or so it would seem. As I walk, I'm suddenly grabbed by the hood of my black sweatshirt and yanked backwards off of my feet. The force of is a dead giveaway of who's grabbed me. The name rolls into mind and I immediately seeth with rage. James Alan Hetfield. The werewolf. Mangy fucking mutt.

Jason had a very... let's say, interesting dream involving the lead singer of his band. The only problem was that he fell asleep in the worst time and place possible and was dragged out of sleep by that specific person. What will happen when he finds out that his deepest secret that he's been keeping for such a long time hits the ears of 'The Mighty' James Hetfield? And most importantly, what will his reaction be?

just a compilation of random jameson oneshots i write when something comes to me soooo enjoy