#cliff burton fluff

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•METALLICA☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

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☆•James Hetfield•☆

♡That'll Do It

♡Don't Stop

♡Boot Riding

♡Smutty Headcanons

♡♤Secrets in Love

♡Lunch Break

♡Stress Relief

♡Pool Float

♡Party Favor

♡Insecure Reader

♡Somnophilia

♡Hallway Madness

♡Bed Buddies

♡Squirting

♡Ulrich!reader

♡Reproductive Perversion

♡♤Not your dad but definitely your daddy

♡What Happened?

♡♤Werewolf James

♡Lost Somewhere in Time

♡Pegging

♤ Misery Needs Company

◇ What Christmas Is All About

☆•Lars Ulrich•☆

◇Godmorgen

♡Submissive Lars

☆•Kirk Hammett•☆

☆•Cliff Burton•☆

♡Holding Hands

♤He's Still playing

☆•Jason Newsted•☆

♡Switching Positions

♡First Time Together

♡ Christmas Cheer

♡ smut

☆•Robert Trijillo•☆

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♤ angst

◇fluff

[ghostbustting]

Ok so,firstly hiii! I love your writing style sm!

Would you ever consider doing a Cliff or Jason one shot where the reader is super self conscious about her being “plus-size” and “not being a typical rockstar girlfriend” and them comforting her and it leads to some really sweet love making 😭

Cliff is my number one man and I hardly see any fics for him fr

CLIFFCLIFFCLIFF !! (yes i'm back. yes i'm disappearing again.)

♯ ; 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹���� ༘⋆

Cliff Burton x Plus size!Reader

Contains Smut.

With my own fingers fiddling with the hem of my uncomfortably fitting dress, my eyes wander around the diner booth we were all sitting at. By we, I was referring to me, my boyfriend Cliff, his three bandmates, and their awfully drop dead gorgeous girlfriends.

It was a relaxing Saturday night, Cliff had brought me with him to go have dinner with his bandmates and their girlfriends at some local diner.

However, the rest of the dinner night, I felt like I do not belong here, like I could never fit in well between these rockstars and their girlfriends. No matter how reassuring and comforting having Cliff's presence close next to me, it didn't make me oblivious to how much of a contrast the difference between me and his bandmates' girlfriends is.

They were perfectly good looking to say the least. Thin figures, curves accentuated perfectly in their tight dress they probably didn't have to overthink much about, no thunder thighs filling up their seats, smiles so wide without their cheeks looking like they're swollen.

On the other hand, I stood out... not in a very pleasing way. It's more like as if I was a sore thumb. My eyes could never stand the numbers that showed up on the weight scales whenever I stood on it. The beautiful small dresses I saw down the streets would never fit the shape of my body.

Cliff made it his task to make me feel loved, and I knew he really do love me. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm not what people expected, doesn't change the fact that I'm not the ideal rockstar's girlfriend.

So here I sat next to him, head hung low, the food I had ordered barely touched, my ears not even picking up on the conversation around me, eyes focused on getting the end of my dress to cover more of my insecure legs.

Even with my mind overwhelmed with that irritating sense of insecurity, the concerned gaze on me that came from Cliff’s eyes were something that I could never ignored, something so familiar that it would always hit me right away whenever I receive it, something I could recognize easily every single time.

It didn’t took long before I feel his warm hands take ahold of my cold ones, the pads of his thumbs running over my knuckles as I hear his beautiful voice whisper softly and gently into my ear, “Are you alright..? You feel sick..?” He asked, the worry accentuated enough in his voice.

However, I try to cover it up, “I’m alright..” I whisper back while shaking my head with a soft smile— a smile so forced and fake that obviously someone that knew me so well and so detailed like Clifford Lee Burton wouldn’t be fooled by.

”You’re not,” Cliff spoke, with an attempt to drown all the insecurity in me with his soft gaze, “I know my happy girlfriend when I see her and this is not her.”

A sigh leave my lips and my eyes look up at him, meeting his own in an instant. He could see the weak and soft gaze of my eyes, the way my eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if I was thinking about something. He can read me like a damn opened book and I can't decide whether I hate or love him for it.

My thoughts drifted away when I hear the man spoke again, this time towards his friends, patting Kirk's back, who was sitting on the chair beside him. "Sorry, it's getting late. We have.. other plans." He say.

That was in fact, not true. I was not aware of any other plans we have scheduled after this dinner.

Hence, a look of genuine confusion was etched onto my face as he took ahold of my hand and pull me up from my seat, giving me no time to say goodbyes or grab one last french fries when he lead me out of the diner with no words of explanation.

We found ourselves driving back to his place in a weird yet comforting silence. One of Cliff’s hands was holding onto mine while the other was fixated on the steering wheel. I can feel his thumb running over my knuckles every now and then, a gesture of comfort I’m used to receive from him.

My eyes drift from our hands to the window, watching as cars drove pass us, watching the motorcycles, watching as teenagers party, craving the body those gorgeous girls possess. My eyes would still run over their perfect figure if it wasn't for Cliff's voice that snapped me out of my trance.

"What's with you tonight?"

He asked. Usually, words like that would be taken as somewhat a complain. But with Cliff, it was clear by his voice that he was asking me out of concern. He wasn't wrong about knowing a happy me and a not happy me, it was quite easy. I would've been smiling to my eyes when I'm happy, words spilling out of my lips endlessly, unlike the state I was in earlier.

A sigh left my lips as I slowly turn my attention back to Cliff, the lights of Los Angeles and the red traffic light combined with the beautiful moonlight illuminates his face, his eyes shining more than how they already were.

"I.."

"Honest. Please. I hate not seeing your smile."

A squeeze of his hand was delivered to mine, making my heart flutter just the slightest bit. There was no way in hell I'm able to decline his plead for honesty.

Slowly, I begin to speak again, a hint of uncertainty was able to be heard in the words that left my lips in a quiet question. "..Do you ever regret dating me?" I ask, my voice soft, eyes avoiding his own as I feel that same exact concerned gaze over my face the moment his head instantly snapped my way.

I could feel his gaze on me for a few minutes until the light turned green, taking his focus again as he continue driving before asking me, "Wha— why would I regret dating you? Don't be silly." He chuckled softly, taking my hand up to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

The gesture was sweet, bringing a soft smile on my face. However, It didn't take too long before my smile faded away yet again slowly as my previous thoughts of insecurity builds back up in my mind. It was like a parasite, unable to be avoided.

”It’s just..” I let out a sigh, “James, Kirk, Lars...— They have these drop dead gorgeous girls as their girls. They’re beautiful, they’re in good shape, they’re— they’re the perfect rockstar girlfriend.”

Only when I feel the car stop and park did I realize we have arrived in front of his house, away from the chaos of the traffic, the door that leads to the inside of the house seems so inviting as my body yearns to just lay on his bed. Meanwhile, the silence between us felt somehow loud, if that even makes sense. And again, his eyes gazes over me.

Cliff let out a small chuckle, “So that’s the problem? You think I’d regret dating you because of this?—” He reach out and pinch the chubby cheek of mine, pulling on it slightly. My eyes slowly gaze up into his own, revealing my glassy eyes to him. A sigh leave his lips as he cup one of my cheeks. “You think I care about whether you’re as skinny as a branch or as fluffy as a pillow?”

I let out a small strangled chuckle at his words, trying to turn my head away, to which he prevent by cupping both of my cheeks now. “I don’t want a rockstar girlfriend. I just want my girlfriend. I just want you. I want you for your heart, for your smile, for your love.” Cliff spoke so sincerely it was impossible to not believe him, especially with how deep his eyes was gazing into mine.

The smile he made at my speechless state melts my heart, listening as he say, “Come on.” Shortly after, I watch him exit the car and jog around the front only to open the door on my side of the car, the sweet smile making a stay on his face as he reach for my hand and help me out, his other hand shutting the door behind me the moment my shoes lands on the ground.

Each and every move of his only made me love him even more.

My body stayed close to him, almost as if we were attatched like magnets, all the way as he leads me into his house and into his bedroom, his hand holding mine so firmly yet gently at the same time, as if he was afraid I’d slip away, as if he was afraid the insecurity will consume me and fade me away from his life. I always loved the way he touched me, always able to make me feel loved, even the moment I lost hope in loving myself, he always made me love myself with his own love.

Slowly, I sit down on the soft matress of his bed, a spot we often find ourself laying in after a tiring day, just wrapping each other in the other’s arms, where our problems never exist, only our bloomin love.

I feel the mattres beside me sink due to Cliff’s weight as he join me, sitting on the bed as well with his hand in mine still, the pad of his thumb running over my knuckles again and again softly, a motion I’ve found rather comforting. I can feel his lips pressing soft kisses all over my cheek, yet my head was hung low, eyes on my lap.

Yet the moment he notices, he held my chin in his free hand, slowly tilting my head towards him. “Look at me.” He smile softly, making me look at him. “I want you to let your mind rest, okay? Let go of your thoughts..�� His voice was soft, I couldn’t help but give in and follow the instruction he gave me, letting my thoughts drift away, letting my focus to be for him and him only.

”My girl..” He breathed out, slowly leaning in till our lips eventually meet in a soft and gentle kiss, his palm coming to rest against my cheek, the other that was previousky holding my hand slowly trails to hold my waist instead, gently pushing me down to lay on my back, my head landing smoothly on his pillow.

I sigh against his lips and watch as he lay himself down next to me, mumbling, "Cliff.." The way his hands touch me all over made me felt important, as if I was the center of the earth. To him, I probably was. After all, he never failed to make me feel that way.

Within seconds, I feel my shirt slowly being slipped over my head, my hands coming to cover my body. Despite how many times we've done this, being bare and showing the insecurity I own beneath the fabric always rewinds. Yet, Cliff only chuckled and moved my hands away, his lips pressing a short peck on my stomach.

"Beautiful." In an instant, the tenses in my body relaxes as I hear his voice, a comforting and loving lullaby.

I feel his lips press and trail kisses all the way from my stomach down to the them of my panties, his fingers slowly hooking into the waistband and sliding it down, his eyes gazing up to inspect the way I was bitting my lip from his action alone.

The moment that panties of mine was discarded, Cliff's lips were quick to attach onto my cunt— desperate, yet gentle.

A moan manage to escape my lips, a soft call of his name, "Cliff.." His name seems to be the only thing available in my dictionary at the moment, finding it difficult to let out anything from the back of my throat other than a moan, curses, and his name.

Cliff's warm tongue slides in and out of me, the very tip of his nose nudging my clit every now and then as he eat me out, ignoring the way I was squirming above him, my hand trailing down to run through his long hair. "Fuck.." I whined, my hips bucking up to try and grind against his face.

His tongue was lapping up and down my folds like a dog, a hungry dog. He makes me feel wanted. And I can't help but want him as well.

Not long, he pull back from my pussy with his lips glistening with my slick, his fingers replacing what was once his tongue, two of them running up and down my folds before sliding through them, earning a gasp from me. I feel his lips against my thigh, yet I was too caught up on the feeling of his fingers.

"Can you feel it?"

My eyes struggles to meet his as I utter out a, "What— Feel what..?" Through my moans.

"Just how much I love you."

Right as the words leave his lips, I finshed right around his fingers, clenching the digits as I did so with a loud and uncontrollable moan, my back arching like a cat you'd see down the streets.

I hear a small chuckle and a gentle, "Good girl. My girl." Before I see him stand up, his hands going to his belt as he unbuckles it, swiftly throwing it away and slipping his jeans and boxers both at once, not even wasting his time for even just a second.

Seconds later, before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his body towering over mine as he lean down to press a kiss on my cheek, "My tonight, my tomorrow, my tomorrow night, my every night, and my every day are yours okay? I can't live through this without your sweet soul." He spoke with so much genuineness in his voice.

My thoughts evaporates into thin air as he slowly slides his cock through my folds, pulling out soft noises of pleasure from both of us as one of his hands came to rest on the pillow beside my head while the other holds my own hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before he starts thrusting in and out of me, very gently.

Unlike the rather passionate love making we have done before, he was being extremely gentle this time, passionate still— yet mostly gentle and full of care as his eyes never broke the contact they had with my own eyes, a window that connects our souls.

I feel the tip of his cock hitting every special spots in me without even having to do it hard and fast. He knew me. The real me that lay upon all these insecurity. He knew me all too well. Yet he didn't even have to try. It was like nature have his own way with connecting us.

"I love you too.." I blurted out, a soft moan pulled out of the back of my throat as I slowly close my eyes.

Yet I feel his lips again, this time on my closed eyelids. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to look into my eyes and look deeply. So deep to the point you can see how much love I have." He spoke. Within seconds, my eyes were opened again and stared into his eyes again.

And just as he says, there was a certain look he had on.

A look of love.

So sweet. So deep. So tender.

His hips continue to move against mine, soft grunts slipping through his lips as my walls hug his cock just right. "Fuck.. My girl.." After he mumble this, his arms slowly wrap around my torso, his bodg pressed flushed against mine while his thrusts now becomes more deep, still in the gentle pace he was in earlier.

"Cliff..." I breathed out, my own arms around his body. Each time his cock thrusts into me, a moan would be pulled out of me while a grunt would be pull out of his, both of us becoming closer each seconds we spend in this bed.

"Come with me, sweetheart?.."

"Only with you.. Only with you.."

Not long, I feel an all too familiar knot in my stomach as he continue to hit every weak spot of mine. The way his lips were attached onto my neck and sucking marks wasn't helping with the feeling either. He could be so soft, yet I'll still be the most pleased girl in the earth. His girl.

Before I knew it, my high came crashing down around his cock, letting out a loud moan as his own seeds fill me up, his voice mumbled against my neck as he stayed close to me after our finish. I breathe in and out, all the troubles I had stomped away by a single love making.

But I knew it wasn't the love making

It was him.

He was clinging onto me like a koala, his head in my neck and his arms wrapped around me still yet so tightly, hands stroking my body in an affectionate way. He loves me. It was becoming clearer and clearer each day I spend here with him. He wants me for me. I was too blind to see the way it's all too obvious from his care, from his words, from his eyes.

And I love him too.

My boy.

[aishnico]

https://www.tumblr.com/aishnico/727555979828412416/more-cliff-please-omg

It was so beautiful can you do one about a daughter pls …. Mommy with lol

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: the talented bassist cliff burton himself plants flowers with his wife and daughter

» word count: 2.8k

» warnings: none, except tooth-rothing fluff (+ 🎁) allusions to suggestiveness ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), grammar issues

» a/n: i’m not gonna excuse myself for posting this after more than a year (i bet whoever sent me this request hates me even 😞) it was kinda difficult for me to write this because before the final version, i wrote couple of other versions which i’ve found them cringe (this is also) so i deleted them. anyway i hope y’all like it 😓💕

cliff burton is a great bassist of one of the best bands in the world. he’s written many iconic songs, and has performed in countless stages both around the country and world legendarily. he is loved at almost every corner around the world, and a lot of people are following the road he leads and wishing to become like him.

who would ever think that he’s good at gardening too?

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” cliff paused digging a hole in the soil. he just got a giggle from your daughter, obviously knowing that she’s up to something. “nothing~ why would you ask that?”

“aren’t you the one who pleaded to buy these flower seeds? and yet here i am, doing all the work… not fair, dove, not fair.” he dramatically sighed, causing another giggle let out from her.

“i’ll join you just in a second, daddy.” there was a mischief in her tone. and he felt her tiny hands on his long, auburn hair again. he could see where was this going, but didn’t say anything more.

“where’s mommy?” cliff asked, changing the subject. she shrugged off, “she said she’ll pay a visit to auntie bonnie but that was like an hour ago?”

“auntie bonnie?” he paused, lifting an eyebrow. “she didn’t say anything about it to me.”

she didn’t reply as she started to hum a familiar song he couldn’t recognize yet. he decided to ask you about it later. “hey, can you pass me that flowering can?”

he sighed quietly when he realized she was too busy to braid his hair, not to mention that she was putting a couple of flowers here and there. she frowned when he suddenly stood up, causing his half-braid to come loose and flowers falling. “daddy, you ruined everything!”

“ruined what, doll?” he chuckled, grabbing the watering can he mentioned. “if you’re not gonna help me, i’ll get no presents for you from tours.” obviously lying…

“wha- that’s not fair!” she pouted, causing him to laugh. with one quick move, cliff lifted her, causing her to gasp loudly. “put me down!” soon the sounds of laughter filled the backyard as he started to spin her in his arms.

“are you gonna help me now?” he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes in discomfort. “your mustache tickles.”

“i’m not gonna shave it though.” she could feel his hidden smirk.

“yeah, don’t do it. it suits you.”

“oh yeah? good to hear that.” when he was about to kiss her cheek again, the parking sound of a car was heard. she look at him, excited. “do you think it’s mommy?”

“there’s one way to find out.” he only hyped up her, causing her to smile more. “c’mon”

cliff sneaked to the front of the house with your daughter in his arms, trying to imitate a secret agent to excite her more. “what do you see?” she whispered to him.

“hmm,” he saw nothing but your car and your thoughtful figure as you were looking at some papers. he wondered if this was somehow connected with his sister. “i see our runaway and the car she stole without any permission.”

“oh no!” she put her hands on her mouth, covering. “do you think she’s hiding something from us?”

“i’m afraid, that’s how it seems…” he dramatically lowered his gaze and pressed his lips together. she gasped loudly again in response.

you heard some whispers behind the house, lifting your left eyebrow in curiosity and checking if there was someone there. as you heard the familiar gasp, you smirked to yourself and put the papers inside your bag. you made your way to the backyard in big, slow steps. the whispers stopped, and when you turned your head to look behind the house you gasped, horrified. “boo!”

“sh-“ you look at cliff with a panicked face, not finishing what was coming. “sweetheart, you scared me!”

“teehee, you deserved that, mommy!”

your right hand was still holding your chest to ease up. “what did i even do?”

“you left us without saying anything in the morning, i woke up in the cold bed, you know..” you felt cliff’s free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “hi, love.” he murmured against your neck.

a soft sigh left your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss on top of your daughter’s head while your other hand was patting your husband’s fluffy hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry both of you.”

“it’s okay, now that mommy’s here, we all can plant the flowers right?” she asked with excitement.

“yeah, but first, i’m gonna change my clothes.” you smiled and pinched her cheek while freeing yourself from cliff, not missing shooting a wink to him before entering the house. cliff put her down, fixing her hair. “i’ll be right back, don’t touch anything before we return okay?” when she nodded to him he followed you behind.

you were checking yourself out in the mirror when cliff bursted inside the room. there was a confused look on his face which you couldn’t understand why. he made his way towards you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. “hi again, love.”

“hey,” you didn’t move as you let him stay like this a little bit more. “is everything alright?”

“yeah, it’s just like i said, i was a little bit sad when i woke up without you by my side, you know i’m leaving soon.”

“ugh don’t remind me…” you sighed in sadness. “sorry again.”

“where were you by the way? princess told me that you went to see bonnie.”

“uh, yeah.” you slightly shifted from your position. “i needed to talk to her about something.”

you felt him move his hands from you, moving to the bed. “you act so mysterious, you know, but i’m not gonna question it.” he threw one of his t-shirts to you before leaving the room. you quickly put it on and followed him behind. it caught him off guard when you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly moving his head backward to meet your gaze.

“hey, i’m not hiding from you okay? nothing bad i mean…”

“oh so you are hiding something?” he playfully asked, making you break the eye contact with a little bit of shyness.

“we’re going to talk about it later, yeah? promise.” you planted a short yet gentle kiss on his lips on your tiptoes. when you wanted to walk away, cliff pulled you gently to himself, putting his large hands on your already-heated cheeks. he connected your lips in a second, starting a gentle kiss. you hummed and opened your mouth for more access. he smiled before deepening the kiss without realizing it, then leaned his forehead on yours.

“cliff,” you broke the kiss unwillingly. “we should get going before she starts whining.”

“yeah, right” he sighed and intertwined your hands, leading you to the door. when you reached the backyard again, you saw your daughter lying on the grass, making a flower crown of various ones while humming a song. you stopped cliff, turning your face to him.

“babe, can you please get the camera from the living room? i really want to take a photo of her in that position.” he hummed then made his way back to the house again. you smiled at how your little girl was looking beautiful and serene. that moment, you decided to sneak behind her and surprise her like she did to you. but when you got closer to her, she suddenly shifted her gaze to you with a smile.

“well well, what do we have here?” you made her blush as you laid beside her. “hi, mommy! i missed you.”

“i missed you too sweetie! auntie bonnie says hi and misses you too. asked me to kiss you for her.” she giggled when you planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “i miss her too,” then she gasped. “can i go sleepover at her?” her eyes shone.

“for tonight?”

“yeah!”

“all right, i’ll ask her. but you have to help us to plant all these seeds which you begged us to buy, remember?”

“right..” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “when they are even going to bloom?”

“well, roses will bloom in about one and a half months. as for lilies and dahlias, it might take three or four…”

“that’s so long!” she whined. “but baby, we warned you when we were buying these.” there was a pout now on her face, and you decided to tickle her to make her laugh as you heard cliff’s approaching steps.

you slid both of your arms under her armpits and started to tickle her. seconds later sounds of non-stopping loud laughter filled the backyard. “m-mommy sto- hahaha!”

“think about how gorgeous they will look after months, love. we’re going to be the prettiest ones i swear.”

“really?!”

“yeah, all of our friends and relatives will want to take them for themself. but we’re not gonna let them, will we?”

“of course n- hahahaa! s-stop!” when her eyes welled up due to laughing you did as she said.

“say cheese!”

both of you turned your faces where the voice came from with the same expressions.

*click*

cliff walked towards you and laid beside both of you while waiting for the photo to come out. seconds later, you saw your and your daughter’s breathless and wide smiling faces. she took the photo of him and giggled. “we look so good, aren’t we, daddy?”

“damn right you both do.” he smiled but his face got wrinkled when you hit his chest with your elbow. “ouch!”

“what’s ‘damn’?” she asked curiously.

“what, did you mishear? he said ‘darn’, sweetie. now go and put the photo somewhere safe.” she nodded and ran a little bit far from you.

“you weren’t supposed to say that, you know?” you whispered quite annoyed.

“sorry, babe. it’s just out of habit.” he managed to quickly kiss you before you could say anything. you melted the moment you felt his lips on yours.

“she told me that she misses her auntie nowadays. even wants to go sleepover to her tonight.” he mumbled to your ear, making you blush a little bit. “she said the same things to me as well.” you replied.

“what do you think, hm?” it wasn’t helping when he was rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“i said, i’ll think about it.” you bit your lip and when your daughter was approaching you pushed him off.

“so, the seeds!” cliff cleared his throat then stood up while reaching his arm to you to help you stand up. you gladly took his hand.

“first, dig some not-too-deep holes okay? leave some space between them.” he instructed her as she hummed, doing as he said. “how many i should?”

“three seeds per flower should be enough.” you answered while watering the seeds cliff planted before.

“three is not enough!” she whined.

“sweetie, those nine seeds will tire you out before you can think of planting more.” cliff replied, putting little colorful flags she had made near the seeds. “you done?” she nodded in response.

“great, now grab the rest of the seeds and bury them into those holes. don’t forget to place these cute flags you made near them to remember where you buried them, alright?”

“yeah!” she excitedly ran to the little table where the packet was. seconds later, she returned and started to place them into holes. cliff glanced at her and walked to her side. “hey hey hey, if you’re gonna bury dahlias, you need to dig a little bit deeper.”

“but you said ‘not too deep’.” she got confused.

“well, glad i glanced at you now. i forgot to tell you an important thing about this. seeds of roses are small, that’s why you should bury them not too deep. size of lilies is bigger than roses so you need to bury them a little bit deeper than them. and dahlias’ seeds are bigger than these two. so you need to bury deeper compared to them.”

while he was explaining her details about seeds, you decided to take advantage of this moment and take a photo of them while being busy burying seeds. you grabbed the camera which wasn’t too far from you and positioned it comfortably.

she was digging and he was watching her movements carefully. when he told her to stop, both of them put a seed in a hole and then started to bury it.

*click*

both of them froze and then looked in your direction. you smiled at them and approached them. seconds later, the photo where they were planting appeared in your hands. “both of you look so good, i won’t distract you again.” you moved off from them after kissing their cheeks. cliff smiled like an idiot, watching you go in another direction with melted eyes. this didn’t escape her notice as she grinned. “daddy!” she called out to move his attention.

“ahem! yeah right, now put those flags and then you can start watering them.”

after spending about half an hour in the backyard, three of you decided to finally rest at home. cliff fell asleep on the bed more quickly than you expected. while you were lying beside him, moving his hair out of his face, the door slowly opened. it was no one but your daughter, looking secretly behind the door. you smiled and invited her to lay beside her daddy. her mouth opened in excitement then left the room. a confused look appeared on your face, trying to understand what happened. about five minutes later, she appeared in your room again this time with a couple of flowers in her hands. she sneakily got on the empty side of the bed with a grin.

“baby, what are you up to?” you asked in a whisper.

“while you were gone, i wanted to try something new on daddy. but he must have understood what i was trying to do so he ruined it.” she whispered back, already playing with his hair.

“ruined ‘what’ darling?”

“shh! you need to sleep too.” you just chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, continuing to examine your oh-so-handsome husband, fingers caressing his pale cheeks. a couple of minutes later, your daughter got out of bed with a satisfied smile. “done, i’ll be right back.”

still being confused, you didn’t think much about her intentions. suddenly, his eyelashes started to flutter with furrowed eyebrows. you chuckled at his grumpy face. a loud yawn escaping from his lips as he tries to open his eyes wildly. when he saw your figure next to him, his expression changed into soft immediately. his arms wrapping around your torso once again. “morning, beautiful.”

“it’s actually afternoon but anyway. morning, handsome.” you giggled.

“a perfect way to wake up...” he mumbled with his husky voice, eyes now examining your face with pure adoration.

“i talked with bonnie, she said she would be delighted to have her as a guest tonight.” you gave him a sly grin.

“perfect, i’ll take her there in the evening.” he grinned the same way you did.

“cliff,” you bit your lip. “you know i can’t keep secrets from you right, so i’m gonna tell you something really important.”

his expression changed again into a serious one, eyebrows were furrowed again in worry.

“no, no, there’s nothing to worry about okay?” you inhaled, trying to find words to continue.

sounds of heavy steps were heard behind, cliff slowly turned around to look. and then…

*click*

cliff furrowed his eyebrows more, this time in confusion. “sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, you just look really pretty, daddy.” she giggled and then ran in a second. cliff looked at both of his sides and then froze in place. “cliff?” you straightened up and looked in his direction then a gasp left from you.

his hair was in a long braid with various flowers.

he chuckled at the sight. touching his stylish hair. you smiled and put your head on top of his shoulder. “it suits you.”

“so that was what she was trying to do since morning huh…” he laughed.

“i saw her making a flower crown, she was probably gonna put it on your hair and then take a photo of you. but since you made her work today, she couldn’t get a chance before.”

“i don’t mind though if it makes her happy.”

“you’ll mind it if she shows that picture to her metallica uncles.” you smirked mischievously. his face fell exactly at that moment, quickly got up and went after her. “princess, if you show that photo to others, you’ll regret it later!” he shouted behind her.

sounds of giggles and laughter filled around the house not much later. while you were lying on the bed alone, you thought how lucky you were to have them and how you were gonna tell them that another flower was about to bloom nine months later.

dude was a family man i’m sure he would be happy to have more kids 🫂

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hugs and Warmth💕

On a rainy day, you feel a little needy and ask Cliff for a hug, leading to a sweet, heartwarming moment wrapped in love.

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The rain tapped gently against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled our cozy living room. The dim light from the table lamp cast a warm glow, making everything feel inviting and snug. I curled up on the couch, a steaming mug of hot cocoa cradled in my hands, the rich aroma of chocolate mingling with the sweet scent of cinnamon candles flickering on the coffee table.

I glanced over at Cliff, who sat at the other end of the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book resting on his lap. He looked so relaxed, lost in the pages, but I felt a flutter of need in my chest. The rain outside made everything feel cozier, yet I longed for a different kind of warmth.

Setting my mug down, I grabbed the thick, soft blanket draped over the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself like a cocoon. With a playful smile, I scooted closer to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Cliff,” I called softly, my voice taking on a teasing lilt.

He looked up, a grin breaking through his concentration. “Yeah?”

“Do you think... Maybe you could give me a hug?” I asked, batting my eyelashes playfully. “I mean, this blanket is nice, but it’s seriously lacking some warmth from my favorite cuddle buddy.”

He chuckled, setting the book aside. “Your favorite cuddle buddy, huh? How can I resist that?”

I grinned, my excitement bubbling over as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against his chest, enveloping us both in the warm blanket. I snuggled in closer, burying my face in his shoulder.

“See? This is much better,” I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes.

“Much better,” he echoed, and I could feel his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.

Feeling bold, I squeezed him tighter, wanting to absorb all his warmth. “You know,” I said, looking up at him with a playful pout, “I think I’m going to need a hug every day. It’s a necessity.”

Cliff  smiled down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “Every day? That sounds like quite the commitment.”

I nodded, my voice serious yet playful. “Yep! You can call it my daily dose of Cliff hugs. It’s for my health, really.”

“Now, how could I argue with that?” he teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my forehead. “I guess I’ll have to take my responsibilities seriously.”

With that, I leaned up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, my lips lingering for just a moment. “And when I’m feeling extra needy, I might just ask for more than one hug.”

He chuckled, his expression softening. “Well, how could I resist such an adorable request?” He then placed gentle kisses on my cheeks, one after the other, making me giggle.

“You're so adorable,” he said, his voice playful and full of affection. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

I buried my face in his chest, a warm blush creeping up my cheeks. “You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” I admitted, squeezing him tightly once more.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. “That’s exactly how it should be.”

We settled into a comfortable silence, the rain outside becoming a soothing backdrop to our little world. The closeness felt so perfect, so right, and I could hardly believe how lucky I was to have him by my side.

“I’m really glad you asked for that hug,” Cliff said after a moment, his voice soft and sincere.

“Me too,” I whispered, tilting my head to meet his gaze, feeling the warmth of his love wash over me. “Can we stay like this forever?”

“Absolutely,” he promised, his voice filled with warmth. “Just you, me, and all the hugs we can manage.”

With that, we snuggled deeper into the blanket, the world outside fading away as we found solace in each other’s arms. The rain continued to fall, but inside, we were wrapped in warmth—both from the blanket and the love we shared.

[mechznix]

Hii, its my first time requesting 😭😭 can you please make cliff burton fluff? like hes on tour and he misses you alot and when he comes back everything is just so cute and sweet :((

AWEEE I LOVE THIS OMG THIS IS TOO CUTE DHRUJTJTH

also sorry if this is short i’ve been busy :(

precious

warnings: fluff, lovey dovey cliff, kissing, just pure sweet love and affection

summary — your boyfriend comes home from tour and he’s practically head over heels for you, as well as super sweet and caring :3

i’m sitting on the kitchen barstool in my empty house with no one other than me in it. it’s been six months since cliff has been home and i’m eager to see him again. just as im thinking about him the phone rings.

i jump off of the stool and run to the kitchen counter, scrambling to pick up the phone.

“hello?” i say softly, hoping it’s who i think it is on the other line.

“hey beautiful, miss me?” says a familiar voice. my heart skips a beat and my face lightens up.

“hey baby i miss you so much! i can’t want to see you soon, it been forever..” i cheer. i feel butterflies in my stomach just from hearing his voice and his sweet talk, wether it’s talking about how well he played at the show or just how he misses me.

(time skip a week later!!)

today is the day cliff comes home from a six month tour. i’ve been patiently waiting for this day to come these long, excruciating months.

i plop down on the couch and stare at the front door. waiting for cliff to show up any second. i anxiously bounce my leg, so excited yet nervous to see him.

suddenly i hear keys unlocking the front door. i jump up off of the couch and sprint towards the door. my heart pounding in my chest. i whip the door open to see cliff with a big happy grin on his face.

he drops his bags and wraps his long arms around me. finally i get to feel his touch again, and especially his scent of faint cologne and a hint of weed.

“hey precious!” he says sweetly, moving his hands to my waist.

i love when he calls my precious. it’s a nickname he gave me about a year ago when we first started dating and hasn’t stopped calling me it since.

“i can’t believe you finally back“ i say in a love struck state. admiring him and his figure.

i look up at him with a smile on my face. he cups my face with his hands and bends down to kiss me. his lips are so soft and he’s passionate. my legs feel like jelly and my face hot.

finally we break from the kiss and he picks up his bags bringing them inside. i set two of them on the table then i feel a large hand grasp mine. he pulls me over to the couch sitting us both down. he wraps an arm around my waist and softly caresses my thigh.

“i missed you so much baby” he coos, pulling me closer. his hand still on my thigh. i lean my head onto his shoulder and grab his hand, locking it with mine. he gently rubs my hand with his thumb. i’m so in love with him.

[metallicaislife]

Cliff Burton Headcanons

A/N: bear with me, I tried to stay true to who he is as person, however I am a delusional 25 year old woman who is hopelessly in love with him 🫡

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

SFW Headcanons

He was quiet the first few times you met 

You thought he hated you because he wouldn’t talk to you other than a few words here and there

He was really just picking up on your vibes, he is a good judge of character and wants to surround himself with good natured people

When he deemed you a genuine good egg he started opening up and you were starting to see his true personality

Which was such a treat, getting to see him just be himself in the purest sense 

The two of you would become really good friends

You would hardly realize the transition from friends to more it was all just really natural

Like you two hung out a lot, then one day he asked you to hang out and it was just different, but not in a bad way

He took you out to eat at an all day breakfast diner

The music shop and let you pick out a couple cassettes and batted your hands away when you tried to pay for them

When you got back into his car, you were stewing on the thought and finally blurted out 

“Is this a date?”

“Yeah.” 

Homie was so nonchalant about it, but honestly you wouldn’t of wanted it any other way

After that the two of you were going steady

He isn’t overly affectionate in front of others, like they know you’re a couple but he isn’t all over you

He’ll hold your hand or have an arm slung around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back

If the two of you are sitting down he’ll play with your hands, and he lets you do the same

In private though, he’s like a blanket

His 6’2 frame constantly draped over you

He likes to hold you too, but he is putty in your embrace

Like you’re laying on the couch and he is laying in between your legs with his head on your chest and you’re playing with his hair- he would live in this position if he could

Getting stoned constantly and just listening to music and cuddling

The way he looks at you…. Makes you melt every time, his eyes and facial expressions always hold such sincerity and adoration

“Stop looking at me like that, i’m going to combust”

“Like what?” he’ll ask with a slightly wicked grin on his face… homie knows exactly what he’s doing

As previously mentioned in another post, you don’t really know what you do that flusters him, but every once in a while you get a glimpse of it and it is the most precious thing ever!!!!! 

Usually he is stone faced, but every once in a while that slips and he gets the goofiest grin, and his ears will turn red!!!! He tries to hide them behind his hair but whenever you catch a glimpse it's just the cutest thing ever

He can be romantic, but he’s just like not- for example, the two of you were just sitting on his bed chilling out when he realized he loved you, and rather than making some sweet gesture and telling you, as soon as the thought came to his head he just blurted it out

You were like

“Heh?” 

“I love you” He shrugs like it’s just an obvious thing “you don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel that way yet. Just tell me when you do.” 🥹🥹

You’d have thought you told him he won the lottery when you said it back to him, that was one of the times you made his heart beat really hard

He puts his rings on you and they are loose but you wear ‘em around anyway until he buys you a skull ring in your size 

I could go on forever he is just so precious 😭😭💚

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[myfriendofmiseryyy]

Wish you were here

A tribute to Cliff burton ⚒️🎵

Chapter one,shine on you crazy diamond

February 10th 1985,cliffs birthday.

Waking up bright and early,I sneak out of bed to do the last preparations for cliffs birthday,we’ve been together for around a year and we moved in together around a month ago,it’s been nothing but bliss.

I begin to hum a tune “so,so you think you can tell,heaven from hell,blue skies from pain” wish you here by pink Floyd,although the nature of the song,its always reminded me of Cliff,one of our favourite things to do is play it on guitar together. And when he’s on tour,I often find myself singing it softly to him over the phone,while he plays it on guitar.

I’ve brought him the vinyl for his birthday,although he already has it,it’s scratched from years of playing.

I make him breakfast,his favourite,pancakes with extra syrup,as I feel him wrap his big arms around my back. “Where you go” he mumbles into my ear in that groggy morning voice that sends chills down my spine in the best way.

“Making you breakfast in bed,but since you’re already up” i chuckle kissing his bare shoulderblade

“Mhm thankyou sweets” Cliff mumbles sitting down and patting the seat next to him motioning me to sit next to him.

“Damn you went all out huh?” Cliff chuckles as he sees the presents on the table

“Just a little something for my favourite boy” I kiss his forehead sitting down.

“Just you is enough babe,you know that” Cliff kisses me deeply,tasting like the pancakes he’s just eaten. “Can’t get enough of you” he whispers softly

“Open your presents first mr” i chuckle

“Okay bossy boots,but just so you know,im most definitely saving the best present till last…and that is being between your legs for at least 2 hours” he winks

“Clifford!” I laugh and smack his shoulder playfully

“Ow” he playfully pouts,”you’re gonna have to kiss it better now”

I kiss his shoulder and bite it playfully “there! Big baby” I laugh

“All better” Cliff smirks and kisses my lips playfully.

“Which one first?” Cliff says looking at the presents

“It’s your birthday babe,your choice!” I chuckle

“Okay okay” Cliff takes a present from the pile,choosing the gift closet to him. He unwraps the paper carefully “omg no way!”

“Figured you haven’t got the latest release yet” I giggle

“I haven’t actually,this is awesome,thankyou sweetheart,you know me too well”. He says flipping through the pages of the first of many horror magazines I got him.

“This will take up all my time on tour” he chuckles kissing me softly on my cheek.

“Can I open another one” he asks

“You’re not a child Cliff,of course you can” I laugh

Cliff opens another present “a new Walkman! Thankyou baby!” Cliff hugs me from the side “I’ve wanted one for ages” he mumbles into my neck “I know” i chuckle and kiss his hairline “I love you so much” he says into my ear. “Love you too sweetheart”

Cliff proceeds to open another present, he gasps when he opens the small box,it’s a necklace,with a silver pendant in the shape of his signature bass guitar,engraved on the back is the words “we’re just to lost souls,swimming in a fish bowl,year after year” Cliff looks over at me with tears in his eyes

“This is the most beautiful present I’ve ever received baby girl,seriously”

“You deserve everything and more” I cuddle Cliff as he wipes a few tears from both our eyes “you’re my girl. Forever and always” Cliff whispers and kisses me deeply.

“Forever” I whisper back

“Got you something else too” I say softly

“Oh baby you are really spoiling me” Cliff chuckles as stand up to find the vinyl I got him

“Here,I know it’s only small but yours doesn’t even play anymore because of how scratched it is” I chuckle

“No way! Thankyou babe,I’ll put it on right now! Cliff pads across the living room to put the vinyl on.

As the first notes to “shine on you crazy diamond” comes through the speakers Cliff takes me in his arms “I love you more than anything,you are my entire existence baby,I love you more than the band,music…my bass,everything” he whispers in my ear as we slowly sway to the sound of pink Floyd echoing through the house.

“Imma fucking marry you some day” he whispers “ just you wait”

After a while of holding each other,we sit down on the couch again,”wanna play our song? Birthday treat” Cliff grins

“Birthday treat.” I agree as Cliff gets our guitars out.

“You better sing too,it’s my birthday in the end” Cliff winks playfully

“Considering it’s your birthday,I guess I could sing it…” I chuckle as I play the opening riff

“You’re so beautiful” Cliff whispers as he waits for the lead part to kick in.

I take a deep breath and play the opening chords,it almost being second nature to me at this point,after two run throughs Cliff joins in too.

“So,so you think you can tell

Heaven from hell,blue skies from pain?…

Can you tell a green field,from a cold steel rail…

A smile from a veil?do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade,your heroes for ghosts

Hot ashes for trees,hot air for a cool breeze.

Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange

A walk-on part in the war,for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish,how I wish you were here,

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year.

Running over the same old ground,and how we found the old fears,wish you were here…

We finish the song with tears in our eyes,looking at each other with ever lasting love,and compassion for each other,”we always compliment each other so well” Cliff says emotionally,”I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend my life with” he puts his guitar down and the same time as me and we meet in a passion but love filled kiss,his arms wrapping around me as he takes me to bed,the love and desire he has for me so raw and clear to see.

I couldn’t imagine a life without him,and I don’t want ever lose what we have. And yeah,I’m making sure I become his wife some day.

If you made it this far,thankyou🥲 this my first long fic in a longggg time,and I’m making a part two (will be very very sad) I just love Cliff and pink Floyd so much,so I decided to combine the two,came up with this listening to wish you were here and I shed a few tears writing it,hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

[r0syr3a]

Surprise Surprise

Pairing: Cliff Burton x Reader

Modern AU

Genre: Fluff to Suggestive

Warnings: Swearing and physical touch

Word Count: 459

Somehow you managed to do this. You somehow managed to completely surprise Cliff on tour for his birthday. It took a lot of planning with James and Kirk and those two making sure that Lars kept his mouth shut.

But, here you were, outside the venue and waiting for James to come get you while Kirk was secretly setting up and Lars kept Cliff busy. James opened the door and motioned for you to come inside, you quickly ran inside. He gave you a hug once the door shut. "Missed you, Jamie." You said as you pulled away. "Missed you most. Think we all did." James laughed as he started leading you to the dressing room.

"I don't think that's true but if you say so."

You walked into the room to see Kirk with all the food. "Fucking help you, dickheads." You and James quickly walked over to Kirk and helped him place some of the boxes of pizza down on the prepared tables while James' phone started buzzing.

"Shit shit shit, hurry up! Cliff is on his way! Lars couldn't hold him anymore!" James quietly yelled.

"FUCK." You placed down the last box before going and hiding behind the door. James and Kirk placed everything else down on the tables before Cliff walked in, Lars following behind.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACKASS!" The three boys yelled at Cliff and he smiled as he wrapped them into a small group hug. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it." He walked and looked at all the tables as you started to walk from behind the door. You walked slowly to try and be as quiet as you can. Once you reached to right him, you tapped his shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Cliff."

He slowly turned around at your voice. "Y/N?" His voice was soft as he looked at you.

"Oh my fucking god." He immediately pulled you into a hug and held you close. "My baby is finally with me again." He whispered into your hair.

"I missed you so much, Cliffy." You said before leaning up into a kiss.

"EW!" Lars yelled before before James pulled him out of the room. "You two catch up, we'll be back later." James winked at you two before walking out with Lars and Kirk.

"You have no idea how much convincing and work it took to make the boys do this for me." You giggled before pulling away from the hug. "We got your favorite pizzas and your favorite drinks, and I called your hotel so that you can have pancakes in the morning."

"You know me so well." Cliff wrapped his arms around your waist. "But what about my favorite thing ever?"

"And what is that?"

"My beautiful girl." He said with a smirk.

[accihoe]

Still The Most Beautiful to me

Pairing: Current!James Hetfield x fem!reader

Summary: Cheering him up when he feels that you're too young and good for him.

Warnings: Two swear words.

A/n: He makes me want to rip all my hair out and scream he's so beautiful.

Also in this story Y/N is a virgin. You can decide on the age gap in your mind, but be conscious that as I write this I am talking about two adults, well over 25. If you'd like to imagine a younger Y/N, that's on you.

Xxxx

She could see it from where she sat across from him in the hotel room's lounge; James's thoughts were getting the better of him.

He sat in the white loveseat, left ankle resting over his right knee, knuckles of his right hand pressed under his chin as said elbow rested on his thigh.

His lips pouted, along with a deep crease between his brows. As sexy as he looked in that pose dressed in all black, Y/N could see the worry etched into his frown, the droop of his shoulders.

Unable to watch a moment longer of her man in despair, Y/N crossed the lounge and went to him, joining him on the loveseat. She rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to draw his attention.

"Hey, you alright?"

She whispered. He exhaled, nodding his head, seemingly dazed. It was as if her presence snapped him out of a trance. Y/N gave James a worried glance, wondering what could be bothering him. Was it to do with the tour? Was it to do with the missing luggage? Were his children alright?

"Jamie, talk to me."

She pleaded, and he rubbed a hand across his face before turning to her with a tired smile.

"I'm alright,"

His voice was hoarse from the little use and the morning's cigar. He moved his hand to rest across hers, sparks igniting within his stomach at the feeling if her skin. Those sparks, however, were drained with the dreadful feeling of guilt. His eyes raked across her face, observing her features, taking them in as if for the last time.

"Hey,"

She brought her hand up to his face, cupping his jaw, a frown now carved into her face as well. James put his free hand over hers, stroking her skin with his thumb. '

"You're so beautiful."

He whispered, barely audible. A smile took over Y/N's face, but it did little to deter the worry.

"James."

She gave his cheek a little pinch, dragging him from the hole his mind was creeping into. His eyes glanced over her again, taking in every detail of her figure. Y/N's pulse started to increase, worried about whatever she could see he was about to say.

"I need to talk to you about something."

His eyes met hers again, and he pulled away, shifting back a bit as if to get a better view of her. Y/N's stomach dropped and her mouth went dry, she leaned her hand on the loveseat, nodding. He inhaled sharply, eyes darting to her left hand that he so yearned to adorn with a band and a ring.

"I-... I don't..."

He sighed once again, hand reaching out to hold hers lightly, she gave his hand a light squeeze.

"Y/N you're so, so beautiful. Inside and out. You're an amazing woman. Smart, kind, caring, funny, fun to be around, and did I mention beautiful?"

He chuckled lightly at his joke, and Y/N squeezed a small smile.

"And me... I'm not what I used to be. Not by a long shot. I'm old, and fading. I know that no matter what age I was, or will be, you'd have been and will always be the most beautiful to me. You'd always have been and always will be the one I adore the most."

Hope started to flicker within her chest as he spoke. Was he going to propose? His next statement, however, shattered her heart.

"But Y/N... I'm ran through. I'm old and dilapidated. You being with me, is the best gift I could've been given, especially at this age. But I can't continue to hold you back anymore. You've got a whole life ahead of you to live, and I don't want to be the old meat weighing you down. You deserve someone young and vibrant, someone closer to your age. I love you, I love you so much. I always will. And shit it's killing me to have to do this... But... I-I think it's time I let you go. Let you live your life."

She knew better than to interrupt him and tell him how utterly wrong he was, she knew that he needed to get what was inside his head off his chest. Toward the end, the last two sentences, his voice dropped to below a whisper, throat straining as he fought back tears. Her silence cracked him inside, and he withdrew his hand, wanting to get up.

"James,"

She eventually breathed, moving on the loveseat to sit right up against him, hands reaching up to cup his face. Delicate and beautiful. She gently turned his face to look at her, eyes searching across his face.

"I love you. And there is nothing you can say or do to change that. I chose you, remember? I was the one who influenced this relationship. If I thought that you'd hold me back, I never would've went to you at the wine tasting in the first place-"

"You may not see it or feel that way, but I know that I am. I'm dragging you down. I'm ripening you before your age, Y/N/N. With me you're going to settle down soon, you'll be a mother even before you've lost your virginity, well step mother, but still a mother. You're closer in age to my kids. So with me, you'll just about be fulfilling grandmother duties. Instead of partying on the weekends you'll be stuck at home, or out hunting with me, or something boring to you-"

"James Alan Hetfield. Shut your mouth. Who ever said that I didn't enjoy 'grandma duties'? And who ever said that I want to be out partying on the weekends? I enjoy the life that we have, James. I enjoy being domesticated. And most of all, I enjoy doing it with you."

"But even if you do enjoy all that it doesn't defeat the object of my physical being. I'm not who or what I used to be. I don't look the same. You're a fresh and beautiful ripe grape, and I'm a raisin-"

"Hey, you listen here to me. You are still the most beautiful man in the whole wide world to me. You are the most beautiful man I have laid my eyes on. You are so much more handsome than you realize, James. You are divine, inside and out. You, James Hetfield, have aged like that expensive wine that prompted us to meet. With every year added to your age you just get more and more attractive and delicious. I promise. Shoot me dead right now if I'm lying. You truly are so, so beautiful."

His eyes had begun to gloss over with tears, relieved by her words, and his hands came up to gently clasp around her wrists.

"And I know that you feeling this way was most likely influenced by the media. But I want you to remember this, James. I am not in a relationship with the media, the press, the public, tabloids, Instagram or anything. I'm in a relationship with you. So I frankly could not care less about their opinions. All I care about is you, James. So if you feel the need to let me go, and it is entirely your own decision, then I will respect that. Otherwise, I'm staying put."

By the end of what she had to say he gave up on holding in the tears, by the end of all that he was sure he could be comfortable around her. A soft smile broke out over Y/N's face and she leaned closer, nudging James' nose with hers. She kissed him gently, and his eyes fluttered shut. For the first time in years, he fully allowed himself to accept and embrace the love given to him. He no longer feared a potential breakup when things don't go as planned, when a hurdle comes to path. He knew that together, they'd jumped over the hurdle together, hand in hand.

She was the first to pull away, stroking his tears away with her thumbs.

"Please come to me when you need me, I promise I'll be there to the best of my abilities. I love you."

She sealed her promise with a kiss between his brows, ironing out the crease. James smiled, brighter than he had in a while and took her hand, kissing her left knuckles. She got up, taking her phone, he frowned in confusion with a tentative smile.

"Sit like you were just now, with your ankle over your knee and your chin on your fist- yes, just like that."

James shifted, sniffing and fixing his hair when he realized what she was doing, and put on his 'handsome thinking expression'. She took a photo before joining him on the loveseat.

"Look at you, model. You're hotter than all of those Victoria's Secret chicks combined."

She grinned, showing him the photo. James took the phone, holding it far enough to see, and a smile spread across his features.

"Send that to me, please."

She put her phone aside, moving to sit on his lap, and draped her arms across his shoulders.

"We're not done with this topic yet, sweetheart."

She'd adapted to using his pet names. His hands moved to lightly rest on the base of her spine.

"I love you. I love everything about you. I want you to always be aware of that. And please don't ever think that you are weighing me down, or keeping me from things. If I want to do something, I will. But I'll have you as my partner. That's the only difference. And obviously I don't expect you to go along with everything, but I expect you to know that not once have you ever held me back from doing something I wanted to do. Alright?"

James nodded, gazing up at her with a gentle smile. Her hands moved to cradle his neck and the back of his head as he pulled her into a tight hug, face tucked into the crook of her neck.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

xxxx

Fin. If I'm correct I think this is my first publicly posted James fic. Hope it was good :)

[xanticore]

could you do a fluff/smutty fic with james hetfield where he takes the readers v card pls <33 preferably an established relationship and set in the early 90s but you take the reigns !!

I hope you like this anon! I thought this au was so cute! <3

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Setting: early 90s ; black album era

Warnings: piv, slight choking, mentions of alcohol and drinking. drugs involved (just cigarettes), unprotected. (wrap up)

Summary: Metallica was just about done with their world tour. Their last stops being in the states, selling out arenas and some stadiums they had booked. They were currently on break until it was time to tour North and South America. You guys were at a celebration party, celebrating a successful abroad tour. Though, James wanna celebrate in a different way, of course you couldn't say no to that.

"CHEERS TO A SUCCESSFUL AND SAFE...BLACK ALBUM TOUR. I WANNA THANK EVERYONE ON OUR TEAM FOR MAKING ANOTHER TOUR HAPPEN!" Lars said as he shot his red cup in the air that was filled with some type of alcohol.

Everyone said their cheers and cheered before taking a sip of their drink. "Another tour..another successful album to be quite frank." James raised his brow. You chuckled at his comment. You both were sitting on the couch playing a game of cards with Kirk and his girlfriend. The two couple across from you and nodded. "Dare I say we deserve something for it." Kirk said.

The band wasn't too focused on getting trophies but they highly appreciated the recognition they rightly deserved. You supported James and been with him since Kill em All. You really watched the band grow and become experienced with their sound and instruments. The fact you were able to witness everything in real time just gave you goosebumps.

Not only that, you couldn't stop thinking about how you two were about to celebrate 10 years of being together. 'A decade already?' You thought. Time was sure going fast and as the saying goes, 'Time goes by fast when you're having fun.' Rightfully so. You sure as hell was having the best time while dating James. There was never a dull moment in the 10 years you've been with him. You guys aren't perfect but you both matched each other perfectly.

It was getting late so you guys decided to head on home. You entered your shared apartment and you two were quick to just flop on your soft bed after being out all day. You two were exhausted and just needed some rest for a moment. A moment to relax for a bit.

"Home! god i miss this bed!" James said as his face was muffled in the pillow. He let out a guttural sigh that couldn't help but make you laugh. He turned his head to look at you with a smile.

"What?" You said curiously.

"Nothing...I just, you know..wanna celebrate my tour in a different way~ a quick blow? pleasee?" He asked politely. He knew that you were still a virgin but of course, you two managed to please each other when it came down to any of you being horny, so you wasn't entirely inexperienced.

"Don't you want more?"

"More?"

"Yeah?"

James looked at you confused as he sat up. "More what? I don't want nothing else.."

"Oh so you don't wanna take my virginity then?"

You can see when his heart skipped a beat and had butterflies in his stomach. "Wait- I-"

You just nodded as James obviously didn't have no words to say.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He slowly moved closer towards you. "Mmhm..I'm sure. 100%. I love you so so much and I'm ready." After your words, he kissed your cheek then moved towards your lips pecking them. "I will go easy on you baby. Just let me know when it hurts or you want me to slow down- or even stop ok?" He whispered in between each peck. Eventually, you guys were in a much needed kiss.

His tongue going against yours; exploring your familiar mouth. James had you stripped down in mere seconds. He was taking his time on you and didn't wanna rush a moment like this. He kissed down your stomach and kissed the waistband of your panties. He slowly slid them off exposing your wet cunt.

He loves going down on you ever since the first time you guys did it back in 83. You could definitely tell the difference between 20 year old James with no experience and a 30 year old James, with experience and knows all your rights spots from memory.

He was now at your entrance. He first rummaged through the bed side drawers to take out an unopened box of condoms. James also had a box; just in case for moments like these when you were feeling up for it.

"No-" You said grabbing his wrist. "Don't put it on..." James was taken aback and looked at you for a moment indeed of reassurance. You nodded and he just put the box back. "Damn so i technically bought those for nothing?" He shook his head as you giggled. He was a pretty good size in length and girth. Your heart was pounding and it was way too late to back down now. He slowly pushed himself into, feeling your tight walls around him. "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath. You groaned at the slight pain and even winced a bit. The pain was sharp and uncomfortable and it had you breathing heavily.

"Calm down, breath. I don't want you to pass out." James said as he caressed his cheek. He was now fully inside of you. He kept this position for a minute until you were comfortable and ready. He began moving slowly, his thrust was manageable but it was still highly uncomfortable for you. You soon relaxed your body more and kept breathing. Eventually you got the hand of his movements and his size. The moment you felt comfortable is the moment your body wanted more. James being a gentleman that he is, he still kept going slow.

His low groans and grunts filled the room and it turned you on. "Go a little faster..." You told him in a whisper. "You sure baby doll?"

You nodded.

You didn't have to tell James twice. He increased his thrust speed to a medium. That unfamiliar uncomfortable feeling was finally long gone and out of your hair. You officially lost your virginity to the man you love and,, you didn't mind him using you like some toy.

Once you had a feel to him, James had you in all different positions. Different positions you never thought you could even do. He wasn't going soft and sweet but more rough and sloppy like he hadn't fucked in ages...technically he hasn't but he's willing to wait. You guys were both back to missionary and he moved his hand down to your throat, softly squeezing it; filling your choking kink you always had.

His eyes were dark and his voice was deep and raspy. "Gonna come now baby...fuck-" He moaned out. Your moans were the only sounds being heard throughout the room besides the harsh smacking of skin to skin contact. He was thrusting hard and deep in your cunt. "Yeah..i think- i feel it-" You whined. He subconsciously went even more faster and rougher. You thought he was gonna break the bed but you didn't care. In the heat of the moment you, just wanted to come; and you came.

He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off as he released himself onto your stomach, causing a sticky mess. "Fuck- fucck-" He huffed and took a deep breath. He looked down at you, your face was red and tired from the activity. He grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up your stomach. "Thats my girl...thats.my.girl." He said before landing two kisses on your cheeks. You smiled and watched him lay on his side of the bed catching his breath.

"You know were locked in now...like this." He said putting his crossed fingers. "Im happy to be your first, and I'm willing to be your first in anything else."

"My first husband??"

"Now don't spoil our future...but yeah...your first husband." He turned to wink at you causing your heart to skip a beat.

a/n: I hope you like this fic anon and and anyone else that read it.

dividers: cr to owners

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem

You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.

Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.

You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.

"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.

"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.

"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.

"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.

That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.

“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.

“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.

You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”

He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.

“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.

“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”

Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.

Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.

“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth

“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.

“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.

“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.

You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November

A/n: Did anyone ask for this? No, will I still rewrite this because I didn't like this the first time and came up with what I think is a better trope? Yes. I only meant to make Guns N' Roses and I panicked when people asked for Metallica but I don't want to come out bad so I hope people like this version better than the first :'3

Link to the original

Kirk Lars James Cliff

Metallica was making a new album but they'd barely worked on it at all and it was getting closer and closer to the date they'd set for it to come out, normally they'd just push it back but they'd already done that twice.

Their manager decided to stick them in a house together, thinking if they didn't have a moment apart they'd actually get work done.

You were their managers daughter and were definitely a fan, when you heard he would be moving in with them you had to come up with an excuse to move with him, you knew he couldn't say no to you with a good enough reason.

You were going to University and you said since it was almost summer break you wanted to visit him so you'd be coming down once school was out.

He hesitated, not wanting your summer to be spent in such an environment, but eventually let you because he'd found a place where you could have your own room. He wanted to let you have your privacy.

You couldn't be more thrilled.

And so, you packed up your clothes and some other essentials, said goodbye to your roommates, you had a flat off campus, and made a quick road trip down to L.A. where your dad was staying with the one and only Metallica.

Your dad welcomed you with open arms and gave you a tour of the house, showing you to your room so you could drop your bags before he introduced you to the guys.

They were all sitting in the living room in the back of the house, there was a wall of windows with a matching glass door leading out to the backyard, a beautiful green lawn with an underground pool all of it fenced in and overlooking a cliff. It was gorgeous but you were more focused on the four men all ogling you as you came down the stairs with their manager.

"I thought you said you were bringing your daughter?" The short one asked, you of course knew him as Lars Ulrich, the drummer.

You dad nodded. "Yeah, this is my daughter, Y/n." He said, gesturing to you. You gave a small wave, biting your lip to prevent the ear to ear grin that was waiting to break out.

"By daughter you meant, like, grown woman?" The blond, James, asked.

"Yeah, it's summer vacation and she wanted to spend some time with dad before she had to go back to University." He explained. They all took in his words, exchanging whispers.

The phone rang, a landline on a table not far from you. Your dad answered it, uttering a few words before he set it down. "Right, I gotta go, all of you be nice." He said, giving you a quick hug and apologizing for having to leave so soon.

He left and you waved the boys goodbye before heading upstairs to unpack some more.

They waited until they heard your door close before they started talking. "Jesus, who would've guessed." Kirk asked, keeping his voice low just to be sure you couldn't hear.

"Who the fuck cares, what the hell do we do?" James asked, keeping his eyes on the stairs where you'd just gone.

"Fuck do you mean 'what do we do'? What do you think we do?" Lars whisper yelled, looking like he just wanted to slap him.

"We can't fuck the managers daughter." Cliff said, fumbling with his hands in his lap.

They kept discussing it, all agreeing that nothing could happen.

Then you came back downstairs in a bikini, holding a towel and a bottle of sunscreen, ready to sit by the pool. You didn't look at them as you walked past but you could feel all their eyes on you as you swayed your hips.

"Twenty bucks goes to whoever can last the longest." James blurted, still watching you through the windows as you rubbed sunscreen up your arms.

And thus the bet began, whoever could last the longest without giving into temptation got twenty bucks, the four men throwing down five dollars each.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

high quality pictures of a high-quality man ♡

[aishnico]

more cliff please omg…..

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭

» summary: you woke up from your afternoon nap and saw your son and husband practicing playing bass

» word count: 1.7k

» warnings: none, just pure fluff (+🎁), grammar issues

"okay, let's get started. did you tune the bass first?" cliff asked your son. and he responded by nodding quickly. "well then, surprise me." cliff chuckled.

he lined his four fingers to the g string and hid his thumb behind the neck on his left hand. he then put his right hand's thumb on the pickup and lined his fingers to the string. he then placed his left hand's index finger on the first note and placed his other three fingers in order while he was pulling the string on each note. he moved his fingers from g string to e string.

the sound of what came out wasn't that smooth. his hands and fingers were still small after all. he was starting to stagger when he moved his index finger on the first string's fifth fret and gave up.

"my fingers, my hand, ugh..." he sounded tired after this.

"you sure made a lot of progress." cliff expressed happily.

"why the sound is not coming out smoothly? am i not pressing hard enough?" your son asked angrily. cliff shook his head and sat next to him closer. "you're just not pressing your fingers next to the fret. you're pressing in the middle of it. try again like i said." he answered.

he lined his fingers to the first string and then tried to open his fingers wide to place each finger next to the fret. and the sound started to come out pleasant. he smiled to himself for fixing it and cliff smiled at him because of his happiness.

the more he moved his fingers to high strings, the more his hand started to get tired. he was playing slowly but he was pleasant because the sound was clear. he grimaced and eventually moved his hand away after getting to the first string's fifth fret again.

"yeah, that's what i'm talking about!" cliff cheered and patted his son's back. he let out an ouch and then moved the bass away. "you're a fast learner. don't tell mom this but, you actually learned faster and sounded clearer than her for the first time."

his son smirked. "how long did it take to teach her?" he asked. cliff thought about it for a couple of seconds. "i think maybe two weeks? i used to teach her two or three times a week. now a week ago i showed you just the basic things and you just practiced for a whole week by yourself."

your son shrugged. "i just practiced more than her, that's why. but i still feel like i achieved something! can you teach me how to play master of puppets now, please?" your son's eyes sparked. cliff just grinned and got comfortable on the couch.

"nah, you should make your fingers get used to this position first. then maybe i can teach you how to play come together first. there's a technique in there but still, i can teach you that too."

your son's facial expression changed. he was disappointed and crossed his arms. "beatles suck, don't tell mom this, though."

"i've heard you, both of you!" you shouted at them from your bedroom. you woke up from your afternoon nap from your son's loud voice but you didn't mind, you wanted to be with them.

you walked to the living room with heavy steps. it wasn't easy to walk with your 9 month old daughter, after all. now, you could give birth at any time and you were nervous. so were your husband and son.

especially your son. when the first time you told him the news, he didn't welcome this good. he was both mad and worried about you. what if you two would love his sister more than him? what if you two would not spend time with him anymore? what if you two would forget about him? and what if you would die while giving birth?

it took a while to assure him that your and cliff's love for him would never change. cliff, who is a good talker, would always remind him that. and you would always assure him that you're going to be okay, you were going to take care of both yourself and his sister very well.

and you two promised you would spend time with him in various ways, to not make him feel forgotten. sometimes in your mood changes, you would get selfish and want him just to yourself. it wasn't healthy, you would think. but cliff would understand you so he would take your son to his parents or his metallica uncles and would grant your wish in various ways...

cliff smiled and gave you his hand. you held it and he helped you to sit next to him. "good afternoon, love." he greeted you and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. you smiled and kissed him back. "what are my boys doing, hm?" you looked at your son and he smiled excitedly. "you should listen to how i play now!"

he then grabbed cliff's bass again and positioned his fingers after opening his fingers as wide as he could. he started to play slowly the notes but unexpectedly, he got faster and faster. you two looked at him with shock, he was shocked too.

"i'm a fucking genius!" he cheered himself. but you gasped when you heard the word. you looked at him with a furious expression. "where did you learn that, young man?!"

"hm, i think i heard this from uncle lars. he was furious at something, and he just shouted this. but instead 'u', he said it with 'o'. 'fock!'" he mimicked him. cliff hid his face but you heard his giggle. you sighed and turned to him.

"i knew you shouldn't have left him with lars and james... that's what happens then!" your son sat next to you and rested his head on your arm. "i'm sorry if i made you mad, mom. i didn't mean to. and i swear i'll never say these words in front of you or anybody else." you sighed and caressed his reddish hair. "okay, you always keep your promises. and by the way, i really liked it. you're getting better at this." you smiled at him.

"i'm going to be like dad someday!" he cheered and you heard cliff's chuckle. "don't be like me, be yourself. and i know that you're going to become better than me. i have no doubt." he messed up his hair and then kissed his forehead. "i'm really proud of you. and i always will."

your son yawned and felt like he was going to sleep. he put the bass back in its place and went to his room. you stayed alone with your husband. he gave you a heartwarming smile. "what do you want to do now, sweetheart?"

you just snuggled at him and buried your face on his chest. "i just want to eat my fruid salad and after that i want to play piano together." he caressed your cheek with his thumb. "as you wish, love."

he took your hand in his and led you to the kitchen. after making you sit comfortably on the chair he went to the fridge and took what fruits and ingredients he was going to use for salad. he washed them and started to cut them into small pieces.

he then poured 1/4 cup of orange juice into a small bowl, added two tablespoons of honey and 1/8 teaspoon of salt, and mixed them all. then poured this mixture into the fruits and mixed them all again. after a couple of seconds he put the salad in front of you. "enjoy your meal." he smiled and sat in front of you.

you pouted. "aren't you gonna eat? starving isn't good, cliffy." he chuckled and shook his head. "i already ate with him while you were sleeping. i'm not starving, love." you shrugged. "i don't care, i want you to eat with me. feed me then yourself." you then closed your eyes and opened your mouth. he laughed at your behaviour and did as you told him.

"i saw a dream where four of us went to a beach. the weather was nice, nobody was there exce—" you paused when cliff reached the spoon to you. you swallowed and then continued. "except us. she was four years old. she got your pretty green eyes, and my hair colour. our son was making a sand castle with her. they were playing peacefully. you brought an acoustic guitar with you and started to play a song by... i don't remember actually, but it was a country song. and i was singing along with you."

he reached the spoon to you again. you swallowed and continued. "then we got sleepy, you laid on the sunbed and grabbed a book and i was lying on your chest. you were reading to me. and i felt like my eyes were going to shut. before i slept, the kids rushed and showed us pretty seashells they collected." he fed you again while smiling lovely at you.

"it sure is a lovely and peaceful dream. this is going to be real, after years. maybe even a better thing will happen." he squeezed your hand. after a couple of minutes, you two finished the salad and he took you to the piano. he helped you to sit and then sat next to you.

"what do you want to play?" you thought for a couple of seconds. “hm, let’s play goldberg variations. i want to feel nostalgic a little bit.” he smiled and nodded. you placed your fingers in the right places and started to play the song together.

three minutes later, you both finished the song. "do you feel tired?" he asked you and planted a kiss on your forehead. you shook your head. "no, how about if we go to the living room, you can practice while i draw on the couch?" he smiled. "sounds great, baby." he then stood up and carefully lifted you from the seat. you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

while he was carrying you, you felt a fluid was leaking out from you continuously. your eyes widen at the realization.

"cliff, call jan."

"hm, want her to babysit our son tonight?"

"no, i think my water just broke."

“… OH SHIT”

[nausicaamusiclover20]

A song for you♩♪ ♫ 💕

Summary: you decide to play for Cliff one of his favorite song.

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The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow through the living room window. I sat at the old piano, a cherished piece of furniture in our small apartment, my fingers grazing the keys in anticipation. Today was special; I wanted to surprise Cliff with something that would resonate deeply within him.He had always liked the song that he made with  Metallica, especially their instrumental pieces. “Orion,” with its haunting melody and intricate rhythms, was one of his favorites. I’d learned it over the past few weeks, practicing diligently while he was at work, hoping to evoke the same emotions in him that the song stirred within me.

As my fingers danced over the keys, I let the opening notes wash over me, each chord a memory of our time together—the laughter, the quiet moments, and the way he held me close when the world felt overwhelming. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the music, the way it enveloped me like a comforting embrace.The gentle notes flowed through the air, creating a tapestry of sound that wrapped around me. I envisioned the moments we had spent together—our late-night conversations, the way he would play with my hair while we watched movies, and the spontaneous adventures we embarked on. Each note carried with it the weight of my feelings for him, the affection and admiration I had nurtured in the quiet corners of my heart.

Lost in the melody, I was unaware of his presence until I caught a glimpse of him standing quietly in the doorway. His expression was a mix of surprise and admiration, his eyes reflecting the golden light filtering through the window. He looked effortlessly handsome, his hair slightly tousled, a gentle smile gracing his lips.I continued to play, feeling the music resonate in the air between us. Cliff didn’t interrupt me; instead, he stepped closer, moving silently behind me. I felt his warmth as he leaned down slightly, resting his chin on my shoulder, and my heart raced.

As I reached the crescendo of the song, I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me, the air thick with unspoken emotion. I let the notes flow freely, pouring every ounce of my heart into the music. The song swelled, and I surrendered completely to the moment, lost in the beauty of both the melody and his presence. When the final notes faded into silence, I turned to him, a mix of apprehension and excitement in my chest. “What did you think?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability of my question hanging in the air.

His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he brushed a stray hair behind my ear. “That was incredible. You played it beautifully,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” His sincerity struck me deeply, filling my heart with warmth.“I just wanted to remind you how much I care,” I admitted, my heart pounding. “Music has always been a part of us, and I wanted to share this with you.”Cliff took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on mine.“You always know how to touch my heart,” he said softly, his voice low and earnest. “Every time I hear this song, it reminds me of you, of us.”

With that, he captured my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to form in my eyes. “You’re everything to me,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.The kiss was soft and lingering, filled with the warmth of our shared moments and the promise of many more to come. I melted into him, feeling safe and cherished as our lips moved in perfect harmony. When we finally broke apart, he held my gaze, searching for the words that hung in the air between us.“Let’s make music together, always,” he said, his eyes bright with affection, and I could feel the weight of his promise settle in my heart.

“I’d love that,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face. As we sat together at the piano, I felt a sense of harmony between us that echoed the melody of “Orion.” It was a reminder of the beautiful connection we shared—one that transcended words and wrapped around us like a timeless song.In that moment,I knew that we had created something beautiful together, not just with music but with our love—a symphony of our hearts intertwined. With every note I played, I wanted to convey the depth of my feelings, the hopes I held for our future, and the unwavering support I would always offer him.

As the last rays of sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow around us, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. We were two souls connected by music, love, and the promise of forever.

[munsons-melody]

something that tears me up inside is knowing that eddie died in the spring of ‘86 and cliff burton died in fall of ‘86 so eddie never knew about the bus crash 😭