Metallica one shots and headcannons

A warm welcome💕(Cliff Burton one shot)

The rain had followed me all the way home, cold and relentless, soaking through my coat and drumming against the pavement as if mocking my exhaustion. By the time I reached the door of our apartment, I could barely muster the strength to dig my keys out of my bag. With a heavy sigh, I pushed the door open, the warm air inside wrapping around me like a much-needed hug.

"Cliff, I'm home," I called, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bag with a thud. My voice echoed in the quiet, and for a second, I wondered if he wasn't home.

But then I heard the familiar clatter of dishes from the kitchen, followed by the soft shuffle of slippers on the hardwood floor. Moments later, he appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled, looking as if he'd been nervously running his hand through it. His smile, warm and a little crooked, was all it took to make me feel like maybe today wasn't a complete disaster.

"Rough day?" he asked, his voice like honey, rich and soothing.I let out a dramatic groan, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "You have no idea."His laughter was soft and low, like the kind you'd hear in a cozy café on a rainy day. "Stay there," he said, disappearing back into the kitchen before I could protest.

Curiosity tugged at me, but I was too tired to move. I leaned back against the cushions, listening as he rattled around in the other room. A few minutes later, he returned carrying a tray. My eyes widened at the sight: a steaming cup of my favorite tea, perfectly brewed, alongside a neat arrangement of biscuits.

"You made me tea?" I asked, sitting up and blinking at him, my surprise evident."Of course," he said, setting the tray down with a grin. "I thought you might need a little extra care after the day you've had." "Aww," I said, my heart swelling at the gesture. "You always know just what to do to make me feel better." Cliff chuckled, his smile growing a little wider. "It's a talent of mine."

I reached for the tea, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. The first sip was heaven, the warmth seeping into me and easing the tension I hadn't realized I was carrying in my shoulders. "This is perfect," I mumbled, closing my eyes and letting out a contented sigh.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him watching me, a small smile playing on his lips. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he said, leaning back against the couch. "Just thinking how cute you look when you're this happy."I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide the smile tugging at my lips. Cliff always had a way of pulling me out of my worst moods without even trying."Okay," I said after a moment, stretching my arms above my head. "Tea's great, but I think my back might actually snap in half after today."

He tilted his head, his lips curving into a playful smirk. "Sounds like someone needs a massage."I blinked at him. "Wait, are you offering? For real?" "Well, yeah," he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. "But I might charge you. Maybe a kiss per knot?" A laugh escaped me, light and unexpected. "Deal," I said, turning around before he could change his mind. "But don't expect rave reviews if you're terrible at this."

His hands settled on my shoulders, warm and steady, and the first press of his thumbs made me melt. "Yikes, you're tense," he murmured, working his fingers into the tight muscles."Gee, thanks for the update," I muttered, but my sarcasm was softened by the way my body relaxed under his touch. His hands moved with surprising skill, tracing gentle circles over each knot and coaxing the tension away with every pass.

"Better?" he asked, his voice soft near my ear."Better," I mumbled, already half-asleep.He leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear. "And I didn't even charge you extra for the shoulder work. I must really like you." I turned my head to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the small smile tugging at my lips. "You're too kind."

He pressed a quick kiss to my temple before pulling back. "Alright, enough sitting around. Let's get cozy." I let him pull me to my feet, watching as he grabbed a blanket and led the way to the bedroom. The rain outside had picked up, its rhythmic pattern creating a soothing soundtrack for the night. Cliff flopped onto the bed first, patting the space beside him like an overeager puppy. "C'mere," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

I crawled beside him, sighing in contentment as he pulled the blanket over us and wrapped his arms around me. His chest was solid and warm against my back, and I nestled into him, letting his steady heartbeat lull me further into relaxation."This is perfect," I murmured, my voice muffled against his shoulder. "Better now?" he asked, his lips brushing against my hair.

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, my exhaustion melting away in his embrace. "You're the best, you know that?" "Oh, I know," he said, his voice smug. I reached back to pinch his side, and he yelped dramatically, making me laugh despite myself. "You're ridiculous," I said, shaking my head. "And yet, you keep me around," he teased, leaning down to press a kiss to my nose.

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of warmth and love. "I love you," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. For a second, he froze, and my stomach did a tiny flip. But then his face softened, and he smiled, his expression more genuine than I'd ever seen it. "I love you too, Y/N," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "So much."

We stared at each other for a long moment, the rain whispering its approval against the windowpane. Then, in typical Cliff fashion, he ruined the mood."Although, if we're being honest, I think you mostly love me for my biscuits." I groaned, burying my face in his chest. "You had to ruin it."

His laughter rumbled through me, low and warm, and I couldn't help but join in. "What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes." "More like driving me up the wall," I shot back, though my words lacked any real bite.

Cliff tightened his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Good thing you're stuck with me." "Good thing," I agreed, letting his warmth and the steady sound of the rain carry me off to sleep.