Do I have to say anything else like?
could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn π€π»π
warnings: angst, cheating, crying
word count: 1k
summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.
A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.
The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.
βIβm sorry.β He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.
Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.
βNo.β
His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.
But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be.Β
And still, he begged. He pleaded, βPlease, Iβm sorry.β He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed.Β
βNo Kirk! I trusted you!β It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you.Β
Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldnβt have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on.Β
βIβm sorry! She means nothing to me!β The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. βI love you.β His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.
His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. βStop fucking lying!β Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. βI canβt take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, itβs just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.β You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.
βPlease! We can work through this, please donβt leave!β His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally youβd think heβs beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. βYou donβt need to do this!βΒ
βStop making this so hard for me.β Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.
βYou donβt have to leave, y/n.β He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. βI love you.β He claimed once again.
βStop lying to me!β You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.
βI love you.β He whispered into your hair.Β
βI love you too.β You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth.Β
His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, βTurn around, this is my favourite part.β You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.
You couldnβt focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, βKirk?β He hummed in response, βPromise me something?β You looked behind you to meet his eyes.
βAnything.β
You kept eye contact, βPromise me you wonβt find anyone else when you leave.βΒ
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, βI would never.β He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, βYou actually worry about that?β He asks, turning serious once again.Β
βI dunno, itβs just that I canβt exactly be with you and Iβm sure youβll be surrounded with pretty girls.β The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak.Β
βYou have nothing to worry about, I promise.β
You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. βYou promised.β The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.
He didnβt have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.
βSo why did you break it!?β You shouted, anger once again taking over.Β
βI donβt know, y/n! Iβm sorry.β He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didnβt deserve any of it.
Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirkβs heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm.Β
Kirkβs eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, βW-wait y/n. Please, donβt leave me.β His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.
βIf I donβt leave now Iβm just going to regret it later when this happens again.β You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.
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You know, October is coming up and I was thinking, huh, I think I want to write Kinktober again...
So I'm back dear readers, I admit, I disappeared for almost a year but I'm back with a second edition of Kinktober, this time with gay ships of Metallica. You hear it right, Gaytallica will be this year.
Like last year, I don't promise you big overly elaborate one shots, I'll just offer you pure obscenity, that is.
So stay tuned because I will soon publish the list with this year's kinks and may or may not do polls to decide which ship will be left with which kink.