Metallica Preferences Book **HIATUS**

What You Do When He Cries

James: James almost never cried. But in the days following the theft of his first amp and guitar, he was devastated. You were just waking up from a nap, when you heard James sobbing in the living room. After this, you got up, stretching a bit, and walked into the living room. When you did, you saw James sitting on the couch, burying his face in his hands. You looked at him, sadness in your (E/C) eyes, and said, "James? What's the matter?" He looked at you, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said, "My life is seriously going to shit... My guitar and amp got stolen and our manager threw us out of his house for breaking shit and drinking his liquor cabinet dry. I don't know what to do, babe." You softly shushed him, stroking his head, letting it rest on your lap, and softly hummed a song. When you did, his sobs softened to slight hiccups, and he fell asleep. When he did, you kept humming, and kissed his nose, smiling lightly as he crinkled his nose in response, and he sighed, breathing rhythmically as he slept peacefully while you stroked his hair.

Kirk: You were surprised to see tears streaming down Kirk's face as he sniffled lightly, not looking away from the TV. After a bit, you sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and said, "What's the matter love?" He looked at you, and said, "Why did Mufasa have to die? Simba is so young and he needs his father! It's not fair!" When he said this, he buried his face into a pillow, and you stroked his hair as he sobbed, and said, "It's alright Kirk. Simba will be fine. I'm sure Scar is gonna face the consequences of his actions." Kirk looked up from his tear-stained pillow, sniffling softly, and wiped the large tears from his cheeks. When he did, you kissed his forehead, and finished watching the movie.

Lars:  Lars was laying on the bed, hands resting under his cheek, and you could've sworn that he was shaking lightly, after a bit, Lars started sobbing loudly, and you stroked his hair, kissing his cheek softly. When you did, you covered him up in a blanket, and said, "It's alright Lars. I'm sure the baby duck is just fine. I guarantee that he's back with his mama and siblings." After this, Lars kept crying, and you kissed his forehead one last time before leaving the room. When you left, you heard his sobs soften, and soon turn into soft snores.

Cliff: You were folding laundry, when you heard Cliff walk into the room, and you said, "What's the matter Cliff? You look troubled." He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his long hair, and said, "I just can't handle this tour right now babe. It's been pretty stressful this last week and I'm not sure how long I can handle it." As he told you what was on his mind, a few large tears rolled down his cheeks, and you hugged him close. When you did, you kissed his forehead, laying him down on your bed, put his head on your lap, and put on his favorite record. Cliff smiled lightly, wiping the tears from his eyes with his hand, and yawned softly as you stroked his hair softly and sang along with the record. As you did, his eyes slowly fluttered shut, and he snored softly as he slept on your lap.

Dave:  You don't think you've ever seen Dave cry before, but over the past few days, he started acting strange, and you wanted to know what was wrong. So when you heard Dave stomping around in your shared bedroom, you went in, and said, "Dave? What's the matter?" He looked at you, putting his hands into his pockets, and said, "It's nothing, really babe." You looked at him, raising an eye brow, and said, "Dave, I know when you're upset. Just tell me what's wrong." He sighed, and said, "Alright. I'll tell you." When he said this, he started sobbing, large tears rolling down his cheeks, and he said, "I-I'm just stressed out because I don't get to see you as much because of the touring, and it really sucks." You frowned lightly, kissing his cheek, and said, "Oh, Dave. It's alright. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder. So every time you miss me while you're on the road, just remember that no matter what, I'll always love you, and I'll be waiting for you at home when you get back. You're my ginger nugget and I wouldn't have it any other way." After this, you kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly, and smiled as he sighed, burying his face into your neck. When he did, he kissed you right below your ear, and said, "I love you (Y/N). You always say the right thing to cheer me up."

Jason: Jason has been acting odd around you for the past few days. Ever since he joined Metallica and the guys started calling him names like "Newkid", and comparing him to Cliff, he hasn't been the same bubbly guy you knew and loved. You figured it was time to ask him what was wrong, and you wanted answers. You were putting groceries away, when you heard Jason come into the room, throwing his jacket onto the couch, and you said, "Jason? What's wrong? Is everything alright?" He looked at you, his blue eyes starting to well up with tears, and said, "I-It's just hard being a part of this band. I'm constantly picked on by the others and I just don't know how much more I can handle." When he said this, your heart broke, and you hugged him, stroking his hair softly. As you did, Jason buried his face into your neck, and broke down, sobbing loudly as you felt his tears stain your shirt. You moved over to the couch, letting Jason rest his head on your shoulder, and said, "Don't let those guys get you down. You're a sweet guy, and I'm sure the others will see that. I know you're not like Cliff, but don't let that stop you from doing the best you can do. Remember, you'll always have me, and soon, we'll have a little baby who'll love you bunches." When you said this, Jason kissed your cheek, wiping away his tears, and kissed your small baby bump. When he did, he said, "Thanks for cheering me up babe. I hope our baby will love me." You looked at him, a smile forming on your face, and said, "This baby's lucky to have you as a dad. You're goofy, sweet, and you're really good at cuddling." After a bit, you snuggled with him, covering up with a blanket, and fell asleep on the couch.

Rob: You felt like there was something bugging Rob. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he'd avoid the questions with jokes. That's when you knew something was wrong. When you two were lying in bed that night, you heard Rob sniffling lightly, and you turned to face him. When you did, you moved the hair from his face, and said, "What's the matter Rob?" He looked at you, sadness in his brown eyes, and said, "I-I've just been having a rough day. It's been pretty stressful ever since I joined Metallica and I've only been in the band for a couple weeks." You looked at him, kissing his forehead, and said, "You know what, I know you can do this. You've already been at it for a couple weeks, and I'm sure you'll be great. Remember, I love you bunches, and I know you'll do great things for this band. I have faith in you." He sniffled lightly, and you smiled, and said, "C'mon! Where's that cute smile I fell in love with?" He smiled lightly, and laughed as you tickled him softly. When you did, he tickled your sides, earning a soft giggle from your lips. He laughed softly, and you two tickled each other mercilessly, resulting in a flurry of feathers from your pillows, and laughter filled the room. When the giggles died down, you fell asleep with your head on Rob's chest, and he kissed your cheek, saying, "Goodnight babe, thanks for cheering me up." After a bit, he fell asleep, holding you close to him, and stirred lightly, a smile forming on his face as he slept.