Metallica Preferences

he dresscodes you

When he doesn't approves the outfit that you are wearing.

James:

"C'mon Y/N. We going to be late ", your boyfriend called .

He insisted on going to a party from the record label that had Metallica under contract to celebrate the fame of the latest album.

"Yeah yeah coming." You shouted back and rolled your eyes. I he hadn't spend the whole time on the toilet you could have gone earlier.

As soon as you walked down the stairs, James's could not keep his eyes off of you.

His mouthed openend and he just said "no".

"What do you mean, NO?" You asked confused.

"Babe, don't get this wrong but your skirt is to short.

Well that suprised you,normally James never dresscoded you and also, your skirt wasn't that short,it went perfectly good with your curves.

"Well, James you aren't my mother....so" you passed him, slightly amused by his command.

"But Y/N , this isn't suitable for an event like this",he pleaded.

"Oh James, since when do you care about clothes? And besides that ....it is just a party with the guys."

"I....I don't ...." he started to strutter. "You what?" you asked.

"i don't want you to dance in that,because then all the guys and partly girls are checking you out and I sometimes have to watch that your skirt doesn't goes up to high"

You just laughed. "You are jealous?" you softly smiled and played with one of his waves.

You didn't looked up,but grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder while walking back upstairs and throwing you on the bed.

Lars:

"FOR THE LAST TIME Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N YOU ARE NOT WEARING THAT DRESS TO A SIMPLE BRUNCH!" your brat of a boyfriend shouted . Angrily you rolled your eyes and spat back "I AM GOING TO WEAR THIS,LIKE IT OR NOT .I PAID FOR THAT"

"WELL AND I AM GOING TO PAY FOR THE BRUNCH SO GET BACK INTO THAT HOODIE OR ELSE YOU'RE STAYING HOME"

"Fine -" you said holding up your hand . This wasn't over ,oh hell no.

"Good, the bill will be cheaper then." he mumbeled and rushed out of the apartment. You went over to the phone and dealed two numbers.

"Hello, do I speak with "the Brunch Bros?" , you sweetly asked. The person on the other line agreed positivly.

"Good,because I want to change the reservation,from Ulrich to Y/L/N. Should be for five people at 1pm,right?"

The worker corrected the reservation and you started to deal the other number.

"Hey man. Wassup, can ya do me a favor and gimme a ride,Lars left me at home" you laughed and about ten minutes later stood James infront of your door.

*AT THE RESTAURANT*

When you and James entered the local you could hear your short-temperated boyfriend arguing. "ULRICH! Is that that hard "he spat. Spelling again every letter of his last name.

Kirk and Cliff greeted the two of us and we watched Lars contiuning to argue.

"So," Cliff started . "What did you do this time?" he asked with slight amusemend in his voice.

"Changed the reservation "I grinned. He laughed "Oh and why?" Because he wouldn't let me what I want" I answered truthfully.

"Okay,but can we stop it now. I am starving" Kirk cried and stressed "starving" a bit extra.

I laughed and went up to the two arguing.

Kirk:

"But Kirk what is wrong with a short,black dress?" you asked.

"Y/N. It is too much, that dress,the red heels AND  red lips", he protested.

An amusing smile plastered your face.:" Kirk , you told me,that we are going somewhere special and everytime you tell me that,it is a party you guys throw,so" you shrugged .

Kirk bit his lip. He was so nervous,for like the whole week already. Oh and why?

Because his parents wanted to meet you and he kinda procastionated to tell you. He knew that for dinner with his parents a party outfit like that would bring you in a bad light at first. Yes he ,his mom would absolutly love you,but he didn't wanted it to risk.

"You coming?" you  called,on your way to the door.

He stopped you by standing infont of you,blocking your way.

"Kirk what th-"

"we ..w...we  c can't ggooo" he struttered.

"oh and why?" you slowly had enough of his behaivour.

"Because.....I lied" you gave him a confused look.

"Y/N I ...we aren't going to a party. You gonna meet my parents" , the last part he mumbeled.

"You .. yOu:: WHAT?"

"Yeah . I am so sorry. I got insecure and procastionated telling you."

" Okay and you didn't wanted me to wear that because it is to party,right?"

He nodded.

"Stupid, now we are going to be late" you huffed and walked back to your closet,picking up some jeans and a blck longsleeve.

"So , you are not mad" He smiled.

"Well, I am thinking about. ... Kirk you gotta trust me..with everytging,okay?"

Instead of a yes, he viciously hugged you.

Cliff:

"Y/N .. don't wear that heels".. Cliff annoyed said.

"Oh and why?" you stated.

"Because everytime we go somwhere for a longer bit of time,you wear heels and then your feet hurt"

"Aww. That's sweet of you. But no,they look good. I am going to wear them-"

With that you walked straight out of the door.

*4 hours later*

"cliff....." you started.

"No,Y/N. I told you. "

You pounted your bottom lip and gave him your sweetest expresion.

He sighed:"Okay. "

Next thing you knew was he holding your criminally high heels and you had a nice pairs f sneackers on and twirled around him.