Metallica one shots and headcannons

A pass too far- (Kirk Hammett one shot)

 I didn't know how it happened, but somewhere along the way, things started feeling... off. Our routine had become predictable, and I wasn't blind to the way Kirk had started pulling away. He was restless, like he was missing something. And I tried, I really did, to make things exciting again. But no matter what I did, it felt like he wasn't really here.

That night, when we sat down for dinner, I thought maybe we could have a conversation about it—maybe he'd finally open up, share what was on his mind. I didn't expect the bomb he dropped.

"So, babe," Kirk started, a little too casually, like he was testing the waters, "I've been thinking."

My stomach fluttered a little, expecting him to say something like, "I love you," or maybe "Let's take a vacation." Instead, what he said next made me freeze.

"I think we should spice things up a little," he continued, his grin playful, "What if you gave me a hall pass?"

I blinked, sure I hadn't heard him right. "A what?"

"A hall pass," he repeated, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He leaned back in his chair, looking almost pleased with himself, "You know, like a free pass to hook up with a model or a groupie. You know, like Lars and James do. They do it, so why not me?"

I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. This had to be some kind of joke. But the more I looked at his face, the more I realized he was completely serious. The smirk on his lips told me he wasn't joking.

My chest tightened. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I tried to process what he was saying. A hall pass? To sleep with someone else? He was seriously asking me for this? Was he out of his mind?

My thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of it, but all I could manage to say was, "Are you kidding?"

"No, I'm not," he said, almost too easily, as if this was just another idea he'd thrown out. "I just think, you know, things have gotten kind of boring. A little spice would be good for both of us, don't you think? We could try something new."

My hands were shaking now. I pushed my chair back and stood up, the anger rising in my chest. "So, let me get this straight," I said, my voice trembling, "You want me to just give you permission to go fuck some random woman, and you think that'll 'spice things up' for us?"

He shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah, why not? It's not like it means anything. It could be fun."

Fun? My stomach turned. I had never felt so small in my entire life. "So I'm supposed to just let you do that, right?" I laughed bitterly, the sound of it breaking through my shock. "Like I'm just supposed to sit here while you go out and hook up with someone else because you think our marriage is boring?"

"I'm just saying, it could work," he added, his voice too casual for the storm raging inside me.

I shook my head, backing away from the table. The words caught in my throat, but the anger in my chest was making it hard to breathe. I had no idea how we'd gotten here, how I'd ended up here, with him suggesting that I just let him have some kind of free pass to do whatever he wanted. It was humiliating, and I felt every bit of that humiliation rising in my throat.