Hey There Beautiful😍😍

Hi, you write so beautifully for current James and I was wondering if I could request one, if that’s alright please? They both meet by chance and feel some connection towards each other. Reader isn’t very confident, but decides to give in and experience some loving even if it’s temporary and maybe not real. They spend an intense night full of passion, lots of emotions, different poses, etc. James is very sweet and worships all of her. They also talk to each other about everything and their bond only gets stronger. Day comes and he wakes up alone in bed as she left knowing that there never could be something between them. Feel free to add either a happy or sad ending. Thank you!! ❤️

So sorry this took me so long, I hope this is what you had in mind ❤️

Sweet connection

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Fluff and Smut 

Beneath the fluorescent lights on the inside of the gas station, the day unfolds like a cracked vinyl record, the same monotonous tune repeating itself with every passing hour. You stand behind the counter, absentmindedly sorting through a delivery of tobacco products. It was just another boring day where customers came and went, each interaction as forgettable as the last.

“Hey, can I get one of these, please?” a voice calls out, breaking through your dull concentration.

You turn, expecting to see a tired regular or a bleary-eyed traveler seeking a caffeine fix. Instead, your heart leaps into your throat as you process the sight before you, the unmistakable silhouette of James Hetfield, standing in front of you with casual confidence.

You blink as the world suddenly dims, the buzzing lights and distant sounds fading into the background. “Oh, um... sure!" You manage, scolding yourself for how utterly starstruck you feel. You can practically feel your cheeks turning crimson.

James raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Is that a yes?” His voice was rich and deep, like the heavy thrum of a guitar riff, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes! Right away!” you stammer, focusing your attention back to the display of cigars as if the neatly arranged packages would provide you with the composure you desperately need. Your fingers tremble as you fish one out, nearly dropping it twice before you turn around to the register and the Metallica frontman.

As you scan the item, you risk a glance at him. James was studying you with an amused expression, those piercing blue eyes strangely warm, as if they saw more than just a stranger. “You a fan?” he asks with a chuckle, seemingly being able to see right through you, leaning against the counter, his presence both intimidating and thrilling.

“Uh, yeah! I mean, I am, but—” you interrupt yourself, unsure how to express your admiration without sounding like a babbling fangirl. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. Like, in this... gas station,” she replied awkwardly.

He chuckles again, that rich sound echoing in your ears, and you can't ignore how his soft laughter makes you feel all fluttery inside. “Yeah, I tend to haunt the unlikeliest of places."

“I can see that,” you say with a shy smile, thankful that your voice seems to be regaining some of its earlier confidence. You hand him the sealed package and your fingers brush slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through you. His gaze lingers on yours, and time feels like it has hit the brakes.

He glances around, as if noticing for the first time how small and mundane the place is. “You know, it’s nice to get away from the limelight sometimes. Just bought a house around here. That's if you're wondering what I'm doing in a small town like this." 

His words take you by surprise. You had never expected to hear something so personal from a rockstar. It was as if he felt a strange sense of trust in you, despite knowing you are a fan.

"I can understand that, Mr. Hetfield," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. "It must be hard to live a life in the spotlight."

He nods, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's nice to just be... normal, you know? To have a quiet place to retreat to."

"It's nice here, would you like me to show you around sometime?" You ask, the question spilling from your lips before you can stop it.

He looks at you, surprised, then a slow smile spreads across his face. "I wouldn't mind that," he says, his eyes twinkling.

"Well I...you know where you can find me." You smile and watch his curious features before he pays for his cigars and gas.

You talk for a few more minutes, your conversation flowing effortlessly despite your nervous demeanor.

As he turns to leave, you can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with him. Despite your vastly different lives, you share a common desire for peace and simplicity.

"Thank you." he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Oh and call me James."

With that, he strides out of the gas station, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and an unexpected memory. As you watch his car disappear into the distance, you can't shake the feeling that you just had an encounter with a man who, beneath the rockstar persona, was simply a human being longing for simple connection.

You feel your gaze drawn towards the window, the cars passing by, a welcoming distraction from your rambling thoughts. Lost in your reverie, you barely notice the incessant buzzing of a phone.

Glancing down at your own, you realize with a start that it was not the source of the noise. Your eyes fall on the foreign device resting on the counter—James' phone. A sigh escapes your lips as you realize the predicament.

Tossing up your options, you decide to return the phone after work. You know you could inquire in town about his new abode or simply search for his distinctive car.

Curiosity mingles with a sense of anticipation as you plot your evening adventure. You'll find a way to make his forgotten phone a bridge, a chance to cross the space that separates you, a chance to maybe find your way into his life.

You clock out of work at the end of your shift and get into your car, ready to face your mission. As you drive your heart beats a little faster and after a few wrong turns, you finally navigate your way to a lakeside neighborhood, where the air carries the scent of pine and tranquility.

There you spot it, a sleek black luxury SUV parked in the driveway of a very modern style country house. You park your own car and step out, your pulse racing. As you approach the house, each step is a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he’s not home? What if he is? Would he even remember you?

You walk up to the front door, the air thick with anticipation and ring the doorbell. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing that familiar face. He blinks in surprise, and his eyes widen in recognition. "It's you!" he exclaims, and suddenly, the world fades away.

“Your phone,” you manage to say, holding it out like a peace offering. His soft laugh dances through the evening air.

"Oh wow, there it is, I had no clue where I left my phone, I was searching the whole house. Can't believe you went through all this trouble to bring it back to me despite not knowing where to find me...," he says, his voice filled with gratitude.

"It was no trouble at all...it's a small town you know..." you reply, trying to keep your cool despite the fact that you were standing in front of one of your biggest idols. "I just wanted to make sure you got it back."

"Well thank you, I appreciate it," James says, a small smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to come in for a drink? I feel like I owe you one."

You can't believe your luck. Not only are you standing at James Hetfield's front door, but now he is inviting you into his home. "Oh I...I would love to," you say, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

As you walk into his house, you can't help but take in every detail. A very rustic farmhouse style but at the same time very modern and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense. James leads you to the living room and offers some coffee which you gladly accept.

"So, I didn't get your name did I?" James asks from the kitchen, before taking a seat on the couch next to you after placing two cups of coffee on the wooden table in front of you.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of actually having a conversation with him.

"Well, Y/N, I have to say, I'm impressed by your honesty and determination, I haven't even realized I lost my phone for the longest time, and that anyone who found it would respect my privacy is quite a rare thing I guess...," James says, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel your cheeks flush at his words. "Oh I promise I haven't touched it since finding it on the counter...I just couldn't let your phone go missing," you say, trying to sound casual.

James chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I'm glad you did. And who knows, maybe it was fate that brought us together. It's nice to get to know someone from around the area you know." 

You can't believe what you are hearing. Is James Hetfield actually flirting with you? You take a sip of your coffee, trying to calm your racing heart.

As the evening goes on, you talk and laugh, sharing stories and getting to know each other. And as the hours pass, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter at work could turn into something more for real.

"You know I'm having quite a hard time these days, after my recent divorce..." James says as he's staring ahead as if to avoid your gaze despite deciding to tell you about his personal problems.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you," you reply sympathetically, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah, it's been tough. I never thought I would be going through something like this. I thought she was the one, you know?" James says, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"I understand. It's never easy when a relationship comes to an end, especially when you thought it would last forever," you say, trying to offer some words of encouragement.

"I just feel a little lost, like I put so much of myself into that relationship, and now it's gone," James tells you.

"It's okay to feel that way, James. It's all a part of the healing process. Just remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and want to help you through a difficult time," you say, squeezing his hand gently.

"I appreciate that, I really do. It's just hard, you know." James says.

"Take it one day at a time. Allow yourself to process your feelings. And remember, there is always hope for a brighter future, even in the darkest of times," you say, offering him a small smile of reassurance.

"Thank you for listening, and for being here for me. It means more than you know," James says, finally meeting your gaze with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Of course, James. I want to see you happy. You deserve nothing less," you say, giving his hand one final squeeze before letting go.

As you sit in silence, the weight of James' words hanging in the air, you realize that sometimes the greatest act of kindness is simply being there for someone in their time of need. And in that moment, you know that you will do whatever it takes to help James find his way back to happiness. As much as you can do that is.

"Thank you, really. I'll be fine, I just had to get away for a bit, so I came here and bought this house. You know a place I can come back to whenever I need to clear my head for a while."

"You sure made the right decision like you'll love it here and this view? Look at that, it's fantastic." Admires the sight out of the large windows, giving you an amazing overview of the lake outside. 

As you stare out into the scenery, James nods but keeps his eyes on you, having a much better view, admiring the person in front of him, yearning for something that makes him feel desired and something that reminds him of his once felt love towards someone. 

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, reflected in the still surface of the lake. "I know it's beautiful," James says, his voice calm and soft, "but not quite as beautiful as you..."

You turn your head, catching the warmth in his gaze. He had moved closer, his arm resting against the back of the sofa, his hand gently resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his eyes.

"James..." you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't speak, simply leans in, his lips coming to brush yours in a feather-light touch. His kiss was slow, a gentle exploration, tasting of the unspoken desires.

You feel a rush of emotions flood through you as you melt into his touch. The world around you seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the moment. His hand moves from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You can feel the heat between you, the electricity crackling in the air. It seems to be a moment of pure connection, a moment where everything else ceases to exist. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You kiss him back eagerly as he pulls you closer. And then, suddenly, he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap, holding onto your thighs to keep you seated.

His touch is electric, sending a jolt of desire through you as you look into his eyes, dark with desire. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, unable to form words as you lean in to kiss him again. The connection between you is intense, a fire burning between you that threatens to consume you both.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into his eyes and whisper, "Yes, I need this..."

And with that, you surrender yourself to the passion that had been building between you, letting go of all inhibitions as you give yourself over.

You can feel James' hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, body pressed against his. The contact is making you shiver and your heart pound in your chest. 

His lips find your neck, placing hot kisses on your skin and you moan softly, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, fingers finding their way underneath the fabric, feeling his warm skin. 

Your touch makes goosebumps rise on James' skin, his lips moving to your ear, breath hot against your flesh.

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispers, his hands moving to your thighs, fingers digging into them. You bite your bottom lip, hands wandering to the front of his pants, your fingers nervously fumbling with his belt. You can already feel the hardness through James' jeans, your body influenced by the action.

You let out a soft breath as your digits finally manage to undo his belt, hand slipping inside his pants, your fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," James gasps, his hips bucking into your hand. You start to stroke him, hand moving up and down his length, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had leaked out. You can feel him getting harder in your palm and you lean forward once more, lips finding his, your tongues dancing together as you continue to stroke him.

"I want you, James," You whisper against his mouth and James lets out a soft groan, his large hands moving to your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to feel you inside of me." You murmur into the kiss. "Fuck, if you continue doing this, I'm gonna cum," James moans as you can feel him getting closer. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his hands moving to your shirt, undoing the buttons. You squeal internally as he removes it from your shoulders, hands going to your bra, undoing the clasp. As the bra falls away, James's hands replace it, cupping your petite breasts, thumbs gently brushing over peaked nipples. He kneads the soft flesh, his touch both possessive and adoring. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips finding yours again, his kiss tender and deep.

You moan into the kiss, body trembling with need. James's expert touch drives you wild, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You pull away slightly, eyes dark with desire. "James, please."

In response, James moves to gently push you down onto your back, bare skin touching the texture of the sofa and your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. 

He kicks off his shoes before pulling the shirt over his head, your eyes locked on his delicious appearance, body well maintained, tattooed arms strong and ready to keep you in place.  

James's hands move to the waist of your pants, quickly undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. With a swift motion, he peels the pants off, leaving you in only a pair of skimpy lace panties.

James gazes at your naked body, a look of appreciation on his face. "You're gorgeous," he breathes, his eyes raking over your form. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, James is on his feet and quickly sheds the rest of his own clothes, his cock erect and proud, throbbing with need. "I want you inside of me," you murmur.

Groaning, James climbs back onto the sofa, hovering over your body, hooking his inked fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Left bare, he situates himself between your spread legs. He rubs his tip teasingly against your wet entrance, causing your hips to buck instinctively. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me how much you want this." 

"I want it so bad." You pant, eyes fixed on where both of your bodies join. "Please, fill me up. I need to feel you, take me hard."

James doesn't need to be told twice. With a savage growl, he plunges deep into your tight and welcoming heat. You cry out, your back arching off the sofa as you feel every inch of James's thick cock filling you up.

He starts to move, his hips snapping as he establishes a steady rhythm. Your hands grasp his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. "Fuck me, James," you moan, voice breathy. "Harder, please."

James complies, slamming into you needily with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head as you cling to James, nails digging into his flesh. "That's it, baby," James growls, his hands holding onto your thighs, spreading them wider to allow even deeper penetration. "Take it all. You're doing so good."

The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, accompanied by your whines of pleasure. James leans down, capturing a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continues to thrust. "You gonna cum for me?" he urges, his voice rough. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Your soon to be happening orgasm hits you like a freight train. You cry out, body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washes over you. James feels your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him, and it's all he can take. With a few more powerful thrusts, he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning freely as his release coats your gummy walls.

Collapsing onto your sweaty body, James tries to catch his breath, his own body slick with sweat. Your arms wrap around him, a satisfied smile on your face. "That was incredible," you whispered, stroking James's silver hair.

James chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We're not done yet," he promises, already feeling his cock stirring again. "I have a feeling this night is going to be very long and very satisfying."

And it was. James and you explore each other's bodies with relentless passion, discovering new ways to pleasure each other with each passing hour. It was a night of uninhibited desire, one that both would remember with intense satisfaction for a very long time.

The sheets were a tangled mess, and your bodies were spent, but the smile on your faces said it all. It was a night of pure, unadulterated, erotic bliss but it all seemed to end too soon when James awoke in his bed by early morning, left with nothing but a cold and empty mattress next to him, your presence still lingering in every cell of his body, making him let out a sigh as he stares at the ceiling wondering when he deserves to feel that certain kind of happiness again, not just for one simple night but for a brighter future.

But little did he know that you would come back with a warm smile and a fresh breakfast waiting for him, driving all the way to the best bakery in town by early morning, hoping he would still be asleep and not sad about your disappearance. And after the sun rises he would be one happy man with wonderful hopes for the future. 

Can you do cuddling on a cold winter night with Jason? Just pure fluff pls 😊

Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.

Okay I got one

90sJason x masculine!reader (whether the reader is a tomboy, is actually a guy, whatever, I leave that up to you, and whatever era of Jason from the 90s is up to you) (frankly as a more masculine person, we do not get enough masc!reader content 😭)

Jason finally introduces you to the guys and they all make fun of him for dating someone who’s so masculine and it starts to make the reader insecure and worried that they may be too masculine and even worries it may be affecting how Jason feels about them entirely

So the reader starts to present more feminine in hopes it’ll get the guys off of Jason’s back and hopefully makes Jason more attracted to the reader but he finally notices and they talk it out and they live happily ever after and all that fun stuff

Light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, and fluffy stuff (cause we love Jason in this house)

Thank you for the request, this took me forever because my life was chaotic 🥲💙

His kind of beautiful

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, angst, comfort

I happily held Jason's hand as he led me into the studio. I had been dating him for a few months, but this was the first time he was introducing me to the rest of the band. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what they would think of me.

Being a total tomboy, I was always more comfortable in jeans and t-shirt than in a dress and heels. I didn't fit the image of the dolled-up chicks that surrounded the band 24/7.

As we walked into the room, they stared at me like I was a fish in a bowl, their gazes lingering on my outfit and appearance.

"Hey guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend I have been talking about." Jason said, breaking the silence.

The boys nodded in acknowledgment, but their expressions remained unreadable. I tried to ignore their scrutiny as I greeted them, but the vibe in the room felt off and I felt like an outsider in their world, like I didn't belong among them.

I tried to make small talk, but the conversation felt forced and stilted.

As the evening went on, I couldn't shake the feeling of being judged by the band. I felt self-conscious and out of place, like I was intruding their territory and wondered if Jason had made a mistake bringing me here.

Later, excusing myself, I headed towards the bathroom. On my way back, I approached the door to the studio and my feet stopped moving as I heard my name and listened intently to the conversation.

"Hey Newkid! Don't want to be mean but, I actually am a bit scared of your new girl." James spoke, a laugh rumbling in his chest and my heart sank.

"Yea, she looks so masculine, makes me wonder if you're batting for the other team secretly." Lars put in his two cents.

The words were like a punch to the gut. I felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of humiliation. I wanted to disappear, to rewind the day and go home, safe in my own little world where my appearance didn't invite judgement.

I stood frozen, hidden from view, listening as they dissected me. Their words chipped away at my confidence, confirming my deepest insecurities. Maybe I didn't belong in Jason's world. Maybe I was too different.

I felt overwhelmed by their mean words, wanting nothing but to escape the studio and leave. Bracing myself, I opened the door, silencing the guys immediately with my presence.

Facing Jason with a fake smile, I made up an excuse to leave before I turned and walked out of there, the weight of their words heavy on my shoulders.

As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me and I took a deep breath. I didn't want Jason to know what I had overheard, but the pain and anger were hard to shake.

The moment I was home, the carefully constructed composure crumbled as I slammed the door shut and leaned against it with a sigh.

Then, like a moth to a flame, I drifted to the mirror in the hallway. I stared at my reflection – the short choppy dark hair, bold tattoos covering my arms like a sleeve, I eschewed bold makeup, opting instead for a natural look that accentuated neither my assets nor my flaws with lashes thin and unimpressive.

Physically, I was athletic with rather muscular arms and shoulders but hardly curvaceous and my small breasts were practically nonexistent without a bra. Masculine. Yes, they were right.

Tears welled up, blurring my reflection. Was I not good enough? Was I not feminine enough? Jason was amazing, kind, talented and good-looking and I was… this. The band, his friends, they clearly disapproved and their casual cruelty echoed in my head.

A deep, unsettling feeling settled in my stomach. I wanted to be accepted, to belong, especially in Jason’s world. And right then, staring at my reflection, a desperate thought took root. I needed to change. I needed to be what they, what Jason, expected or I would never fit in.

•••

The following days, I made the effort to rework my identity. I traded in my baggy pants and tees for short dresses and tight fitted jeans that hugged my figure, and heels that made me taller, more elegant, and most importantly, prettier for Jason.

My nails were painted in glossy red and I even dared to wear the bold lip color I'd previously shied away from. Each day, I took longer to prepare, convinced that each alteration would earn the approval I craved.

One night I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back at me. A tight black mini dress hugged my soft curves, the heels made me feel like a completely different woman and my features were accentuated with smokey eyes and red lips as I tried to shake off the feeling of insecurity that had been plaguing me since I overheard the band's conversation.

The words had cut deep, and I had found myself wondering if I was really the right person for Jason. But as I looked at my reflection, I felt a sense of confidence and I was ready to face Jason and the band, to show them that I could be feminine and beautiful.

As I walked into the bar that night, Jason's eyes widened in admiration. "Y/N, wow..." he breathed, his gaze roaming over my new look. "You look... amazing." He took my hand, pulling me close, and I could see the wonder in his eyes. But I also saw a hint of curiosity, a question that he didn't quite know how to ask.

The band was just as shocked, their eyes fixated on me as if they were seeing me for the first time. I could sense their guilt, their realization that they had been talking about me behind my back. But as they looked at me now, I could see the attraction in their eyes, the admiration for the person I had become for tonight.

When I sat down and joined the group, the conversation was a little stilted at first. But as the drinks flowed, the band began to open up, complimenting me on my new look and I could see the sincerity in their eyes, the regret for their previous words.

Jason, on the other hand, seemed a little reserved. He kept looking at me, his eyes searching for the person he knew, the natural beauty he fell in love with, wondering if there was a reason for the sudden change of appearance.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself growing increasingly self-conscious about my new image. It wasn't just about making Jason more attracted to me anymore. I had become fixated on maintaining this idealized version of femininity at all costs.

Jason couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something had triggered this drastic change in me. He recalled the snide remarks made by his bandmates, the condescending tone when referring to my looks. Could I have overheard those hurtful words? The thought alone made Jason's blood boil with indignation and concern.

One evening, as we were preparing dinner together, Jason finally mustered the courage to confront me directly. His expression was a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he cleared his throat to speak.

"Hey, there's something I've been wanting to ask you." Jason began, his eyes searching mine intently. "What brought on this...new you? The way you dress, the way you carry yourself..."

"What do you mean? I'm still the same person, Jason. Maybe I just wanted to try something new?" I asked, playing dumb, even though I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, you look great, but it's like you're trying to be someone else." Jason replied.

"Well maybe I am..."  I said, busying myself with chopping vegetables.

"Y/N, what's going on? Did something happen that I don't know about?" Jason's persistence was unwavering as he probed deeper, seeking answers to the mystery that had consumed him.

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But the genuine concern in his voice made me open up. "It's just...I guess I feel like I needed to prove something."

"To prove something? What do you mean by that?" Jason pressed, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I overheard your bandmates talking about me the day you took me to the studio and they weren't very kind about my appearance..." My voice trailed off as painful memories resurfaced. "The things they said, the way they laughed..."

Jason's face darkened with anger at the remembrance. "They are idiots. They don't know the first thing about you or what makes you beautiful."

"But their words stuck with me and I've been wondering if maybe they were right..." My voice trailed off, setting down the knife I had been using to chop vegetables.

I hesitated, struggling to articulate the complex emotions swirling within me. "I think...I think I wanted to show everyone,  including myself, that I could be desirable, beautiful. That I deserved to be accepted and appreciated."

Jason's expression softened, understanding dawning upon him. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt my chin up so I had to meet his gaze.

"Y/N, listen to me." Jason said softly, his thumb caressing my cheek. "You are absolutely gorgeous, just the way you are. Inside and out. My bandmates are idiots who don't know anything about true beauty."

"I just felt so self conscious after hearing their words and it just made me think that I'm not good enough for you, and I decided to change into a pretty version of me."

"Baby no, I fell in love with YOU, not some idealized image you feel pressured to project." Jason's other hand came up to cup my face tenderly.

His heartfelt words washed over me, soothing the deep-seated insecurities that had driven me to transform myself. His sincere affection filled me with a sense of calm and security I hadn't experienced in weeks.

"You're telling the truth, aren't you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I searched Jason's eyes for any hint of deception.

"Yes, every word," he assured me.

"I loved you before, and I love you now."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "You never need to change a thing about yourself for anyone, least of all me. I cherish every part of you, flaws and all, ok?"

His warm breath was ghosting across my lips as he whispered, "You're perfect, sweetheart. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise. Some fleeting opinion does not define your worth."

In that moment, surrounded by Jason's warmth and tenderness, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The pressure to conform to an unrealistic standard dissipated, replaced by a newfound confidence in my own unique identity.

I wrapped my arms around Jason, pulling him closer as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you." I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. "For seeing me, truly seeing me, and for reminding me of my worth."

"You know what?" Jason smiled, his hands wandering appreciatively over my body. "I think you're sexier than ever, just like this. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just you in your natural state."

Without waiting for a response, Jason scooped me up into his strong arms, carrying me towards our bedroom with a playful grin and I couldn't help but giggle and smile, happy to be with someone who could see my true beauty. "Come on, sweetheart. Let me worship every inch of you tonight."

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