Kirk Hammett x reader (oneshots)

80s

The neon lights of the club flickered as you stepped inside, the thrum of heavy metal music vibrating through the walls. It was 1986, and Metallica had just released their groundbreaking album, "Master of Puppets." You were lucky enough to snag a ticket to their after-party, a rare and coveted opportunity.

The air was thick with smoke and excitement, and you could barely hear yourself think over the roar of conversation and the pounding music. You weaved your way through the crowd, clutching your drink and scanning the room for any sign of the band.

Suddenly, you spotted him—Kirk Hammett, his wild curls cascading over his shoulders, his trademark leather jacket adorned with patches and pins. He was laughing with a group of friends, his smile bright and infectious. Summoning your courage, you approached, your heart racing with every step.

"Hey, Kirk," you called out, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm Y/N. I'm a huge fan of your work."

Kirk turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. "Hey there, Y/N! Thanks for coming out tonight. It's always great to meet fans."

You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Your new album is incredible. 'Master of Puppets' is a masterpiece."

He grinned, clearly pleased. "Thanks! We put a lot of heart into that one. What's your favorite track?"

"'Welcome Home (Sanitarium),'" you replied without hesitation. "The emotion in your solos... it's just incredible."

Kirk's eyes twinkled with appreciation. "That means a lot to me. It's one of my favorites too. Want to grab a seat and talk more about it?"

You nodded eagerly, following him to a quieter corner of the club. As you sat down, the noise of the party faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of conversation.

Kirk leaned in, genuinely interested. "So, what got you into our music?"

You told him about the first time you heard Metallica, how their raw energy and powerful lyrics had struck a chord with you during a tough time in your life. Kirk listened intently, his expression thoughtful and empathetic.

"You know," he said after a moment, "it's stories like yours that make all the hard work worth it. Music has always been my way of coping with life's ups and downs. It's amazing to hear it does the same for others."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, covering everything from your favorite bands to the inspiration behind Metallica's lyrics. You felt an instant connection with Kirk, as if you'd known each other for years. There was a sincerity to him that was both surprising and endearing.

As the night wore on, the club began to empty, but you and Kirk remained in your corner, lost in each other's company. At some point, he glanced at his watch and smiled sheepishly. "I should probably get going soon, but I've had a great time talking with you, Y/N. Would you like to hang out again sometime?"

Your heart fluttered. "I'd love that."

Kirk scribbled his number on a napkin and handed it to you. "Call me anytime. And next time, maybe we can talk about something other than music. I'd like to get to know you better."

You smiled, tucking the napkin into your pocket. "It's a date."

As you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something special. Meeting Kirk Hammett had been a dream come true, but discovering the person behind the legend was even better.

Hope you enjoyed this 80s-themed one-shot! Let me know if there's anything else you'd like to add or change.