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?

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.

camp sunflower, summer of 1980

Dear Mother, Dear Father, What is this hell you have put me through? Believer, Deceiver, Day in day out live my life through you, Pushed onto me what's wrong or right, Hidden from this thing that they call life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ August 3, 1984 Allison Rose Grey, a bisexual metalhead one day bumps into Kirk Hammett. Soon enough, they become the bestest of friends, then soon, he meets his friends James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich, but yet never met one of his best friend's, Cliff. They're in an amazing metal band, very popular, named Metallica. On the other side of Ally's life, Ally's dad committed suicide at an early age, and it went downhill then. Coming out to her mom, being a metalhead, her religious mom started abusing her. What will she do?

Ali was excited to enter senior year of highschool with all her friends. But when her mom drops the bomb that they have to move, how will Ali deal with new people and new teachers? Especially her new Economics teacher. The very attractive and hot Mr. Hetfield. Only bad can come from this? - [ metallica ] [ james hetfield / oc ] [ 2015 - downbitchdown ]

It's 1992 and Jason Newsted has finally been accepted into Metallica as a true member of the family. Things between him and James Hetfield are finally getting better. But then James gets into an accident, and the past seven years of his memory is gone; he wakes up thinking it's 1985. Will he recover? Can he go through the pain of Cliff's death - again? And most of all, what will happen to his newly stabilized relationship with Jason?

He was alone. At least, he thought he was. Was he? He didn't know. He couldn't see anyone. He couldn't see him. He started to panic. He started trying to call for him, but couldn't hear or see him. Then, like sunlight shooting through the darkest thundercoulds, he saw him there. He reached for him... Then he woke up, next to him. It had been a dream. He looked at him there, sleeping peacefully, and smiled. He gently ran a hand through his blonde curls, then laid back down, wrapping his arms around him and fitting his body against his, then slowly drifted back into his mind, his world of stars and constellations.

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.

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.

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