Kirk Hammett x reader (oneshots)

80s kirk hammet:)

It was the summer of 1986, and you found yourself in the bustling city of San Francisco, where the energy of the thriving music scene electrified the air. You had recently moved to the city, drawn by the promise of new beginnings and the allure of rock 'n' roll. Little did you know, this summer would change your life forever.

You had managed to snag a job at a popular music venue, The Stone, where some of the hottest bands of the time played. Tonight was a big night—Metallica was performing, and the place was buzzing with anticipation. You were tasked with setting up backstage, ensuring everything was perfect for the band's arrival.

As you were organizing equipment, you heard a commotion at the entrance. Turning around, you saw the members of Metallica walking in, surrounded by an entourage. Your heart raced as you spotted Kirk Hammett, the lead guitarist. His wild, curly hair framed his face, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and focus. You had admired his talent from afar, but seeing him in person was something else entirely.

Kirk caught your gaze and smiled, a genuine, friendly smile that made your knees weak. "Hey there," he said, walking over. "You look like you know your way around this place."

You managed to find your voice. "Yeah, I work here. Just making sure everything's ready for the show."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. "Thanks for that. It's a crazy night."

The conversation could have ended there, but there was something magnetic about Kirk that made you want to keep talking. "I'm really looking forward to the show. You guys are amazing."

Kirk grinned, clearly pleased. "Glad to hear it. What's your name?"

You introduced yourself, and he repeated your name, as if savoring it. "Nice to meet you. Maybe after the show, we can hang out? I'd love to hear more about what you do here."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that."

The show was phenomenal, as expected. The energy, the riffs, the raw power of Metallica's performance—it was everything you had hoped for and more. But in the back of your mind, you couldn't stop thinking about the promise of talking to Kirk afterward.

When the concert ended, you found yourself back in the chaos of backstage, but this time, you were looking for someone specific. Kirk spotted you first, making his way through the crowd with a sense of purpose.

"You survived the madness," he said with a chuckle, offering you a drink. "Let's find a quieter spot."

You ended up on the rooftop of the venue, the sounds of the city below and the cool night air around you. Kirk leaned against the railing, looking out over San Francisco. "So, tell me," he said, turning to you, "what brought you here?"

You shared your story, your love for music, and your desire for a fresh start. Kirk listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something deeply reassuring about the way he paid attention, as if he genuinely cared about every word you said.

"And what about you?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you. "How did you end up in Metallica?"

He laughed softly, launching into tales of his early days, the struggles, and the moments of triumph. It felt surreal, hearing these stories from the man himself, and you soaked up every detail.

Hours passed like minutes, and before you knew it, dawn was approaching. Kirk glanced at the horizon, then back at you. "I have to admit, this is one of the best nights I've had in a long time."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me too."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "This might sound crazy, but I'd like to see you again. Maybe we can explore the city together?"

Your heart swelled with hope and excitement. "I'd love that."

And so began a summer you would never forget, filled with late-night adventures, deep conversations, and the kind of connection that felt destined. In the heart of the 80s, amidst the rise of one of the greatest metal bands of all time, you found something unexpected and beautiful with Kirk Hammett, a love story as electrifying as the music that brought you together