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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (not my GIF)! @josephquinnlov3r

TW: Alcohol, vomiting, and language.

PT 2

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"That's the spirit!" Lars exclaimed to you over the blaring sound system in the house. You grabbed a glass and raised it so he could pour the shot. Little did you know that this would be a mistake on your part, since you were a light-weight. You swallowed hard at the double Lars poured for you and himself. Biting back the urge to tell him it was too much, you gulped the harsh brew as he did too.

"Whoo! That hit the spot!" The drummer yelled into the air slamming his hand onto the table.

"Fuck." You grunted, wishing you hadn't spoken moments prior to your stomach screaming for medical attention. You set the shot glass down thinking it's over so you can stick to your usual beer of choice.

"Another one for the road, Y/N?" Lars questioned, wiggling his eyebrows at you. God no, you wanted to go back home and get into fluffy pajamas. More than anything, though tonight, you wanted to talk to Kirk without making a fool of yourself.

You shrugged your shoulders, "If it'll loosen me up, why not." He smiled wide and pour another double shot for the both of you. Eying wearily at the liquor in your palm, you slammed it without another thought crossing your mind.

"Whoa." You sighed noticing how the drink went down your throat smoother, soon you'd feel light as a feather.

"Hit's the focking spot right!?" Lars asked.

"Oh yeah." You responded quietly, nodding your head. "You sound European." You giggled out.

"Danish, actually." The drummer corrected you. "You ready to go back upstairs? You seem in a good enough mood."

You hesitated. Of course you knew the alcohol would kick in later but couldn't it help now? What if it didn't? This was exactly the reason why you needed as much alcohol in your system as possible. "Yeah but-", you looked around, "-got any beer?" You asked as politely as possible. Look, you may be on the verge of being drunk but that doesn't mean you should loose your manners, you thought. The drummer smirked and, nodding his head, lead you over the one of the big ice buckets. He popped the the cap off of a bottle and handed it to you.

"How 'bout now?" Lars inquired you. You took a swig and gave him a nod. With a swift motion he put his arm around your shoulder and b-lined for the stairs. In a giggling and stumbling mess, you reached the top of the stairs and was greeted by a worried Beck.

"My god, Y/N! Where the fuck have you been?" She glanced at Lars, who was smiling sheepishly, and back at you. "A-are you drunk?" Beck asked almost daring you to say yes.

"Pshhhh, whaaaaaaat." You hiccupped. It was stupid to think the shots wouldn't work. Even you didn't convince yourself that you were as sober as a baby. Hell, you were drunker than a sailor, what the hell did Lars put in those shots. You had time to answer those later, right now, you were wondering why the beer you were drinking was being taken from your hand. "Hey! The fuck!" You yelled in a drunken rage, kicking yourself immediately at your outburst. Kirk had taken the drink and began scolding his friend.

"Dude, how much fucking alcohol did you manage to give her in a span of twenty minutes?" Kirk yelled at Lars. He was about to defend himself but you interjected, not wanting someone to pay for your mistakes.

"It was my fault!" You could hear the slurring in your words. "I had said 'yes' to a couple of shots and a beer and well, here we are."

"Why, Y/N? You never get this way." Beck sounded disappointed to you. She knew what you were trying to do. You thought the alcohol would suppress your anxiety, which it did, but your organs would pay in the long run.

"That's why I did, Beck. I never get drunk, you aaaaalways get to have the fun. Well maybe I wanna have fun too!" You yelled at your best friend. Lars, not helping the situation, cheered for your independence.

"Shut it, Lars!" Beck yelled, "Kirk can you help her sober up, I need to have a 'chat' with Lars." She stomped over to the drummer and grabbed him by the arm. You gave him a worried look and he audibly gulped. He began to beg Beck for forgiveness. Unfortunately, today your best friend wasn't having it.

"Um, Y/N?" Kirk said trying to getting your attention. You slowly shifted your weight and tilt your head up to look at him, trying to spill the shame you felt for getting this way. "Y/N, do you want to follow me into the kitchen?" He continued, still holding your drink.

"I- uh, s-sure." You tripped on your slurred words, cursing yourself. Thanks for nothing, Jameson, you thought quietly, scolding the Irish whiskey. "Lead the way." You stated fast. Taking a step back, you lost your balance momentarily before Kirk caught you by the hand. He pulled you forward keeping you on your feet as his other arm went firmly around your waste. You gazed up in awe at his kindness, not understanding why you couldn't see an ounce of annoyance on his face. He wasn't even embarrassed, he was worried about your well being.

"S-stay close, ok? Don't want to ruin all the fun tonight, sweetheart." The guitarist stated keeping his hold on you.

"Yeah, for sure." You agreed looking away with embarrassment. He started down the stairs and through the foyer, Kirk walked through double swinging doors. You had seen one or two people walk through but other than that, the kitchen was a desert. "Holy shit!" You gaped. "Why the fuck is this kitchen so huge! So pretty too!" You admired the paint job and cabinets as Kirk chuckled next to you. You felt his shaking figure flush against you, looking up you thought his smile was one that would kill. "Why are you laughing?" You asked starting to join him with little giggles escaping your lips.

"No reason, I just think it makes us look like the rich rich class." Kirk said laughing through his statement.

Your eyes widened at his sentence. "That's what I said to Beck when we first came in! I thought she was dragging me here to meet a bunch of rich, dumb, snobby people." You both started to laugh harder as Kirk loosed his hold on your waist to get water.

"Well, I hope I don't come off as snobby or dumb." Kirk stated hanging you a glass of tap water.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you have some snobbiness to share." You teased, "Maybe there's a little bit of scoundrel in you too but you're certainly not dumb!" His face twisted into shock, jokingly taking offence to your accusations; this only made you laugh harder. You jumped to sit on top of the counter still laughing hysterically closing your eyes tight. Peeking an eye open, you catch Kirk staring. Feeling self-conscious, you died down your laughing fit, "What, I didn't choose my laugh." Ducking your head so you couldn't see his face. The guitarist brought a hand up to your chin to tilt your head back up to meet his gaze.

"I think you have one of the most beautiful laughs." He said with the most sincere and quiet, but loud enough to hear, voice.

"Oh, Th-thanks." You pushed out swallowing hard at the nearness of Kirk now than to moments prior.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He said with a hesitant voice, stepping back giving you breathing room. "And you know it's ok to answer truthfully, right?" How ominous. What he about to ask you that was so serious?

"Uh, ok? Shoot." A little on edge but still feeling fuzzy, you let Kirk ask his question.

"Lars didn't-", he stopped and took a breath before continuing, "well, Lars didn't, y'know, pressure you or anything, right? Like he didn't make you drink right?" You really couldn't help the small shocked look on your face at Kirk's kindness. He was worried about a complete stranger being pressured by his friends. Usually you hear about rockstars not caring about fans and how they just want to party all the time. But here was this absolute angle asking if his friend made you drink. Asking you of all people in the huge house if you felt safe, essentially.

Really, you just couldn't help ease your face into a warm and thankful smile. "No, I promise it was all me making the decision to drink." Kirk smiled back at that. "It's kind of funny though," you began to giggle a little bit, "I was planning on being the "designated driver" tonight but that was before I saw-!" You stopped abruptly and covered your mouth. It was like drunken word vomit, the truth was coming out too soon. You had to divert the conversation, now!

You were too shocked to open your mouth again, worried that more word vomit would come up. The guitarist decided to finish your sentence for you. "You saw an ex right? That's why you have your anxiety." You were surprised at how real that sounded, it really could have been the truth. In this case, it was going to be the truth tonight. You nodded you head slowly and saw his face drop into a sincere regretful look. "Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old memories, you should finish your water."

You interjected, "No, no, it's really ok. I just have a certain way of dealing with shit, y'know?" This was true to the lie and the actual truth, you thought. Kirk nodded and you began to gulp down the water like he suggested. You didn't realize how thirty alcohol can make you. Afterall, you've only been drunk a few times in your life. You were about to be reminded why you don't drink this very moment as you gave the cup back to him to refill it.

You hiccupped. "Um, Kirk. where's the bathroom?" You tried to ask sounding calm in your mind but it came out a little troubled. Unfortunately for you, his back was turned.

"What did you said, Y/N?"

"KIRK, WHERE IS THE BATHROOM!" You yelled impatiently.

"Oh shit, here I'll take you."

The guitarist helped you off of the counter and gently took your hand. He weaved through the crowd while you kept your hand in his and one over you mouth. The still blaring music wasn't helping your situation and neither was the light hand holding you were having with your celerity crush. Finally, you both push past the sweaty bodies and make it to a guest bathroom. You drop to your knees and hovered over the toilet. Kirk, not wanting to intrude but also wanting to help, stands awkwardly in the closed door way.

"Can you-" you hiccupped, "hold my hair?" You asked almost pleadingly.

"Y-yes, of course!" He dropped next to you and held your clumped hair as you began to spill everything you had ingested tonight, even your dinner that could now be easily identified as spaghetti. After a good two minutes of collecting yourself, you decide to send Kirk to wait outside for you to clean up. You give him a small but sincere thank you for his services and rinse out your mouth. After about five minutes, you come out and to your surprise, he actually stayed put.

"Hey, sweetheart. You feeling better?" Kirk asked tilting his head a little to look at you better.

Your heart skipped a beat at hearing the endearing name. "Yeah, thank you. I-I'm sorry." You apologized, you thought this was the most embarrassing night of your life. Now that the alcohol that you just threw up was out of your system, your social anxiety was back.

"Hey, don't apologize some of us just can't take as much as others. So don't feel embarrassed, actually I was shitting myself talking to you when you first walked in." He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Kirk Hammett was scared of talking to you! You couldn't really wrap your head around his confession. It's not alien to you that you have very low self-esteem but tonight might change that. "That's actually funny." You said smiling, looking up at him.

He looked at you weirdly, "What'd you mean? I'm not trying to be." You chuckled at that.

"No, no, let me explain." You began.

END OF PART 2

MUAHHAHHAHAH! MASSIVE CLIFF HANGER!!!!

Not really sure when I'll be back but more is to come

Chao~ <3

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Ok sooooo I’m lazy.

Heyyyyyy, it’s yo gorl. Um I haven’t been writing like I should. 💀 I apologize. I’ll be writing the second part with in these next few days so don’t worry :3

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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (Yes, this will be a series) (not my GIF)!

TW: Alcohol, hints of drug abuse, and language.

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"Hmm, no." You said as you walked away from your roommate, who just so happens to be your best friend. She had asked you to come with her to a house party. She claims that her friend had gone away for awhile and she didn't want to go alone. You didn't know this person, why should you care?

"WHAT?" Your friend exclaimed at the audacity, you apparently had, when you said no. "What do you mean 'no'? Don't you have any love for me, Y/N?" Oh, here we go, you thought.

Your best friend was really the only person you felt that you could be blatantly honest with. With anyone else, you felt that you needed to conceal. If someone was being annoying you would just slowly shift away from the conversation. But with her, you could tell her to fuck off and she will for about 2 minutes and come right back with a movie in her hand for you both to watch and forget about the dumb argument. Whatever the case maybe, she's someone you can trust, though, it's obvious that she's the extrovert in your guy's friendship. Which doesn't bother you much, until she wants to take you somewhere you know you wouldn't enjoy at all. I mean, your best friend should know that you don't like party's and here she was trying to convince you to go to one. Your idea of "fun" was a little different to her definition to put it that way.

"Beck, of course I love you, but I'm not about to get out of my joggers and sweater to go to some dumbass party." You stated firmly while going back to watch "The Golden Girls" that was play on the T.V. She was not about to stop your binge watching for someone you didn't know, you thought. You chuckled as a funny scene was about to unfold and the T.V. turns off. Pissed, you slowly turn to scowl at Beck as you see the remote for the T.V. in her hand. "That wasn't very cool of you, dude." You said holding back your anger to see if your friend would explode on you first. Most of the time, you were right with that prediction.

"You know what isn't cool? You not wanting to meet new people!" Beck said raising her voice a little bit. In this case, you were semi right.

"Wh- can you blame me? People are scary and unpredictable!" You said in retaliation seemingly loosing the argument. "Plus, what if I make a fool of myself and end up drunk?" You asked. This was a real concern for you because, unlike Beck, you didn't want to wake up in the nearby ditch and stagger your way home. Where was her other friend having the house party anyway? Even worse, you wouldn't know where you would be, how far you could be from your home, and if you did get really dressed up there was no way of making it home safely in heels. Assuming that the party would end at 4 am. Well, that's what time you'd imagine it would end. You've only been to less than ten house party's, not including birthdays. You would probably be a nervous wreck the entire time as well because of the anxiety you face, you're bouncing your leg as you're talking to-

"Y/N!" Beck yelled getting your attention. "Damn girl, you've gotta get that 'zoning out' thing under control if you're gonna go with me." You looked at her confused.

"Who said I was going?" You asked a little surprised that she didn't listen to your concerns.

"I did, dumb dumb. You can borrow one of my dresses-"

"HELL. NO." You interrupted already knowing what she was trying to do. "You only own dresses that show half your ass, Beck! I'll stick with my sweats, thanks." You said pointing down to your legs as you propped them up on the coffee table.

"How rude! Mine only show a quarter! Just a peak!" Beck yelled as you walked to your room. "There will also be food there!" She stated loudly from the living room.

"Really?" You said peaking your head out confirming that you didn't miss heard her, Beck nodded with a shit eating grin plastered on her face, knowing that she had won the argument this time. Well, I guess I'm going, you thought as you closed the door. I mean, for food, you'll do anything.

"Does that mean you'll come with me?" Beck asked through the wood of the closed door.

You winced, "Yes." Cringing at your answer as you hear your roommate quite literally jump for joy; it made you laugh at her.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Y/N!" She squealed.

"So are you going to tell me what time we should get there or...?" You said trailing off, waiting for her to finish your sentence.

"Oh yeah, it's later on tonight." She said not think twice as she walked to her room. "I'm also gonna model for you so get out here and judge me!" Beck demanded.

You groaned, reluctantly walking out of your room knowing every dress is going to be the same thing but just a different color. "Do a have to?" You asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes! I want to look nice tonight because I was told my ex was gonna be there. I want him to see how he made a terrible mistake of letting me go. So, stop being a baby and get your ass out here!" She said as the imaginary devilish horns started to grow from her head. You, again, reluctantly walk over to your couch and plopped down already wanting this "fashion show" to be over.

Later on that night:

You and Beck had finished getting ready and headed to her car. You wore your signature tight blue jeans, an Iron Maiden t-shirt, boots, and a dark blue denim jacket. Beck, on the the other hand, had made you pick a dress for her from the "fashion show" earlier. She showed off a satin blue one, then pink, and a sparkly black one. You chose the black one and she thanked you for picking the black one because she wanted to match with you. Not to mention the blood red pumps she's been wanting to wear for months now. "Beck, can't I drive us?" You asked her pleadingly to save yourself from her erratic driving style. You loved Beck but god was it terrifying to see how useless the cops seemed to you. Let's just say she deserves a lot of "traffic violations" of any sort.

"Oh come on, you love my driving." She stated flipping her straitened hair as you both walked to her red 1970 something Porsche. You gave a long sigh, praying to whatever god that could hear you; to not let them die because of Beck and her fast and pretty car. "You don't even know where my friend's place is, Y/N." Beck said in a matter of fact way.

You sighed heavily again knowing she was right and accepting defeat for the second time today. "Who is this amazing friend that you have anyway? That is just soooo much more important than my comfort." You asked with an enormous amounts of sarcasm leaving you as Beck turned on the car and cranked the radio. Black Sabbath started to play loudly.

Beck rolled her eyes as she pulled out of your guy's garage and looked over at you briefly, "It's a surprise." She said simply, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

"A surprise?" You scoffed, "I don't know where we're going, we're probably going to die before we even get there because of your driving, and now I don't know if there will be a serial killer there as well." You listed very paranoidly at Beck who was giving you a look that made you feel like a crazy person. Funny, the song Paranoid had started.

"Do you really think I would be friends with a serial killer?" Beck asked offended.

"Well I don't know! You seem to make friends everywhere you go, I just assumed!" You defended.

"Well you assumed wrong! He's in a band!" Beck gasped trying not to give away any more information about her mystery friend. "Look, you'll like him I know it, well I think you'll like a lot of people there." She said giving a reassuring smile although from your point of view it looked like she was plotting something mischievous. You looked away from your best friend and grimaced at the thought of her setting you up with someone. While Beck still had a smile on her face, she pulled onto the lawn of the loud house that was blaring music and filled with people.

"Huh, you think were at the right house?" You said turning to Beck as she turned off the car raising an eyebrow.

Beck started to laugh, "Nope, we better drive around the block to make sure." She responded cackling loudly and you joined her feeling better about going to the party with your best friend by your side.

You opened the passenger door and hopped out still chuckling at Beck's joke as she started to get out and walk towards you. She locked the door and tugged her dress to cover her butt. "I told man, you're gonna be struggling with that dress the whole night." You said shaking your head at her as she stuffed her keys in her purse.

"Whatever, we're already here." Beck huffed pulling you into the house. To be honest, you didn't think it was a house, more like a mansion. Just by walking through the front door you could see all the hallways and doors the foyer had to offer at first glance. It would have been a real sight if there weren't already bottles littering every step and already, heavily, drinking individuals stumbling as you walked by. It wasn't even 10 o' clock and there were people passed out on the couch.

You were holding onto Beck's had as she slithered through the crowd and passed the speakers. Where the hell was she going? "Beck, where the hell are you taking me?" You yelled to her but thanks to the music and drunken screams, neither of you had any hearing left. She had pulled you up the grand staircase and into a second living room by a big window. Seriously? Who needs a second living room? "Are we meeting the rich rich class? You should have told me, I would have worn something more presentable!" You said to Beck finally being able to hear you over the loud but awesome music.

"No, silly! You'll see!" She said still being mysterious.

You huffed, "Seriously, Beck, tell me what I'm doing her-" You froze dead in your tracks at who you were looking at. Well, now staring at the males sitting on the couches trying to hold your breath as you hoped it wasn't a dream. Metallica was not sitting right in front of you, it wasn't true. You couldn't believe it. You turned to Beck as she ran up to her friend, who she was most likely talking about the entire night.

"KIRK! YOU'RE BACK!" She yelled running into his arms for a tight hug as you stood there stupidly. He hugged her back and they laughed, I guess they were really good friends, you thought as Kirk put her back down.

"Holy shit, Beck! We were gone for so long but it was so fucking rad!" Kirk gushed missing his old friend.

"I know you dick! You didn't take me with you!" Beck said scolding him playfully making Kirk laugh. Huh, you thought his smile was even cuter in person then on MTV. Not that you would ever voice that opinion.

Finally stepping back to include you, she pulled you next to her and patted you on the head. "This little lady right here is my best friend, Y/N Y/L/N." Beck said as you swatted her hand away feeling the heat on your cheeks. You didn't consider yourself short or tall, you liked your height but your best friend was making you self-conscious.

"H-Hi, it's really nice to meet you." You said stretching out your hand struggling to make eye contact with the very handsome individual in front of you. You gazed up at him waiting for him to respond and a offered a soft smile.

He looked into your eyes and smiled widely admiring Y/E/C taking your hand, "L-likewise, Y/N." Kirk said breathlessly. He then softly let go of your hand and glanced at Beck then back to you, "You guys wanna see everybody?" It was almost like he was asking you more than Beck, who had answered with "Hell yeah!" then ran over to greet the bandmembers leaving you by yourself with Kirk Hammett.

"I don't want to take up your time." You smiled slightly at the guitarist hoping you were wrong for saying that.

"You're not, sweetheart. I promise" Kirk reassured you as he lead you over to were they were all sitting by holding his hand on you lower back. "Hey guys, this is, Y/N." Kirk stated keeping his hand on your back. You gave a small wave and smiled to James and Cliff as Beck was laughing it up with Lars. He had looked up to see who Kirk was talking about. Lars bounced up to his feet to shake your hand. You weren't very ready for his energy but accepted his hand as Kirk dropped his hand back to his side.

"Welcome in, Y/N! Beck's your friend right?" He asked grasping exactly who you were.

"Yup! That's me." You stated glancing over to Beck giving you a thumbs up for interacting with people other than her.

"She said you have a little social anxiety, right?" Lars asked oblivious to the sudden drop in expression on your face as he stated an insecurity of yours. You knew he was a straight-up guy but damn, you didn't know you'd be called out on at a party you didn't even want to go to anyway. So, instead of voicing your feelings, you simply nodded your head. Lars then quickly put his arm over your shoulder and dragged you away from your friend and Kirk to get drinks, "Well, I know one thing that can solve your problem, Y/N!" He yelled practically running down the stairs and flew threw the crowd on the first floor. "Hard liquor!" Lars yelled over the still blaring music and waving "jazz hands" over the Jameson in an ice bucket.

You had to ask yourself who was driving home and what will happen to you and Beck if something goes wrong. You looked at the Irish Whiskey and then looked at Lars. Your mind clouded with worries and doubts making the reason to drink make more sense. "Fuck it."

END OF PART 1

A/N: Bro. Don't ask me why I love writing about them pre-black album okay? In my opinion they fell off but to each their own. I don't know how long I want to make this one, I was thinking about doing one shots later on with different bands. I really don't know though, lmk what you think of this first after you read and I'll look into my schedule >:). ANNOUNCEMENT!!!111!!!!!1!

I do indeed do my research on characters, so if you'd like me to write about any character that you find "interesting", if you catch my drift, I will happily write for you. Just go into my profile and ask away at the top!

Okay, okay, I done rambling! I hoped you liked the start of the new series, that's all from me today! Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon ;) <3

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Masterlist!

When I start to get going then I'll do all the meticulous things to it. But, for now, I'm going to put what I have (which is not that hard to find but whatever). AGAIN. THIS IS UNFINISHED.

~Metallica~

James Hetfield: "I'm sick of it" (series)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Kirk Hammett: “The Real RomCom” (series)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Cliff Burton:

Jason Newsted:

Lars Urlich:

~Megadeth~

Dave Mustaine:

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

Part 5!

TW: Backstory of Y/N’s toxic ex and their abusive relationship, nightmares, and goes into detail in that kind of shit. Oh, also language. It’s these fields disturb you, you’ve been warned :3 <3

Description: Uhh, read above basically, lol.

I was sitting on the floor still wiping away tears as I tried to answer James’ question.

“His name’s Chris, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Chris Meyer.” I choked out holding back the lump in my throat that was threatening to come out. “He’s been stalking me for the past 4 years.” Damn. It’s really been 4 years since I first welcomed that bastard into my life. If I was just so much more careful then and actually had a voice, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess. 4 years. I’ve been to every state (except for Hawaii and Alaska) in this damn country with in 4 years. California was the last one I could afford, out of the 50. After tonight, I don’t know if I’ll survive anywhere else. I can’t run back to states, trust me I’ve tried. I just can’t run anymore.

James looked at me in disbelief, “This asshole’s been after you for 4 years?”

I nodded my head in response. “I’ve been to every single state on this godforsaken continent and couldn’t find one place to be safe from Chris. Until, of course, I came here. You might want to get comfortable because this story is a doozy.”

James, holding back his laugh, obliged to my suggestion. And so, I began to tell my darkest secret.

“I was safe from Chris for a little over a year. Do you remember when I told you that I came here from Nevada for a job opening?” I asked looking up at James.

He nodded. "Well, it's not completely true, perse." I suggested, "I was looking for a new job we Chris found me again." I watched as I saw James put together the puzzle pieces in a nice manner as he looked back into my eyes. It was a little funny watching the gears turning in his head and the saw the lightbulb with the finished product.

He spoke snapping his fingers, "You also said that you’re from Florida, right? So, how-?”

I raised my hand, "I'll explain, don't worry." Glad he’s paying attention. “And yes, central Florida, born and raised. That’s where … I met Chris, it was actually through a good mutual friend. When we first started dating, he would mostly be romantic and would buy me whatever I wanted, but I didn’t want gifts or money, I just wanted to be with him.” I admitted. "Too bad he couldn't get that through his thick fucking skull."

“That actually sounds really sweet.” James commented.

“Yeah, it was. Until I started refusing the gifts because it had gotten more frequent. I told him I didn’t need or want them but all I saw anytime I would bring it up was just pure rage plastered on his face. He would smash the gift and call me selfish, ungrateful, a brat, basically everything under the fucking Sun.”

The First Incident:

(Back in time)

“Hey Y/N, I’m here! I brought you something!” Chris said as he rushed into my apartment to show me what he bought.

“Aww, Chris, baby I told you not to buy anything for me really!” I said sincerely. “I already have so much!” I stated with a wide smile.

“What? No, come on, look inside already.” Chris said now dropping his belongings onto the floor.

"Chris, I don't need anything. It was thoughtful but I think you should return it." I said a little hesitantly because of the sudden expression change. The air shifted, somehow, even with all the windows locked.

“Well, like I said, you don’t have to buy me gifts, I just want you, baby.” I reassured, then I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist. He swatted me away knocking me back.

“What the fuck do you mean? You don’t want anything that I give you?” He said raising his tone and stepping closer.

“W-what? I j-just don’t want you to waist-“ he cut me off.

“No! You ungrateful little shit. You need accept what I give to you!” Chris said yelling at me now.

“I- I don’t want it.” I said stuttering. He smashed the glass gift onto the floor shattering into a million pieces.

“There! Now you got what you wanted! Now pick it up!” He yelled into my ear as he stepped back to watch me.

I got onto the floor with hot tears streaming down my face. I hovered my hand over the glass carefully to not get it stuck in my hand. With a swift motion of his foot, he stepped on my hand pushing my flesh into the glass. I screamed and cried for Chris to stop.

“Chris! Stop, you’re hurting me!” I screamed but he just watched as the floor began to stain with my blood. After what felt like an eternity, he let up his foot and I held my hand and watched in horror as the blood kept pouring from my hand. He had leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Do not make me angry, or that will be your face.” Chris said pointing to my hand then my head. I shivered in fear and nodded as he walked out of my apartment slamming the door. I made sure that he was gone before I let out my cries. I had just sat there for 5 minutes crying and had finally gotten up to rap my hand in a towel. I had shuffled and sniffled my way to my car and drove myself to the emergency room. There, I got medical attention and drove myself home.

I parked my car and walked to my apartment and unlocked the door. I step inside, not ready the clean up his- wh-. The mess was gone. How? I walked around the corner and to my surprise I saw Chris sitting in my dinning room, I'm living in hell, aren't I? I thought. He got up and I flinched back.

“Wh-what are y-you doing here?” I squeaked out.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I got aggressive earlier will you please forgive me?” He pleaded taking my hands

I pulled back praying I didn't get slapped. "Please l-leave.” I said quivering with fear. It sounded so meek and so helpless, mentally kicked myself.

“I understand. I’ll go.” He said with a sigh. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” I wasn’t fully understanding what the hell was happening but all I knew was that he couldn’t stay here.

The Second Incident:

(Few months after the first)

“Hey baby, I’m gonna go out with some friends, I’ll be back around 12!” I shouted to Chris from the front door.

He was in his room jamming to music, “Ok, have fun! Don’t drink and drive!”

“I won’t, Beth is driving us you know how she doesn’t drink!” I yelled back.

“Ah right. Well, I’ll see you later!”

I left and saw my life long friend in her car waiting for me to get into her car. I greeted her and we were off to the local bar. I met with a couple of my other friends and we were having a blast. In a drunken state I had called Chris by accident. By accident I mean now that I look at it, I should never have called him.

“Chriiiiiiis. Heeeeeyyyyyy.” I said slurring my words.

“Oh my god, you’re so drunk, are you ok, Y/N?” Chris asked a little concerned but holding back his laugh.

“Y/N! Get your ass over here and do a shot with me!” One of my guy friends yelled next to me.

“Y/N, who is that?” Chris asked with a serious tone.

“Hahah, Gaviiiin get outta here! I’m talkin to my boyyyfriennnd. Uh, that’s Gavin.” I laughed out. “Hey! I hav ta go but I’ll see you in an hour or so!”

“Ok.” Chris said before hanging up. I didn’t really remember much of the else happened but I remember walking through front door.

I entered my apartment stumbling a bit and it had been trashed. “Shit! What the hell happened?” I thought I had been robbed but I saw Chris’ figure emerge from the living room. “Hey! Do you know what happened?” I said as my words were merging because of how drunk I was. Little did I know I would sober up quick.

“Who was that guy, Y/N?” Chris said walking closer and closer with a dark demeanor. “Who was he!”

“Huh? What guy, hehe.” I said drunkenly giggling. Chris wound up his hand and slapped me across the face.

“Wh-why-“ I tried to say but was cut off. Sober enough to see what was going on I crashed to the floor.

“Who the fuck was that guy on the phone?! Are you cheating on me?!” Chris said now screaming me inches away from my face.

“N-no! I w-would never! Chris pl-please!” Chris took a step forward and pinned me against the wall. “Ack! You-you’re hurting me!” I cried as he held me to the wall by my neck.

“What’s his fucking name?!” Chris yelled squeezing my throat.

“G-Gavin!” I squealed. “He’s my friend!”

“Bullshit!” He said as he punched me in the face and threw me to the floor. “You’re lying!” He screamed. “You didn’t take my warning from before seriously. This is your fault! This could have been avoided if you just stayed with me! But you want two at a time don’t you?!”

All I could do was cry for the few moment I was conscious. I had passed out from Chris when he struck me and woke up the next morning with a splitting heading and blood on the floor once again. I looked around through my blurred vision to see if Chris was still here. He wasn’t but the mess was. I spent that day crying in my bedroom then, I made plans to move. I shouldn’t have let this happen again so, I’d tried to make sure it won’t happen again.

Back to Present:

“I guess he had been keeping tabs on me after I left and never said goodbye. But he’s always been after me. I just can’t shake him, everywhere I go there’s a reminder, and him. And now he’s back and I’m sinking again, I understand if you want nothing to do with me now.” I said as hot tears were still streaming down my face. To my surprise James was still sitting there practically on the edge of his seat listening to every word. It seemed like he just processed what I said about leaving me to deal with Chris.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N, how could he do this. How could you think I would leave?” He asked getting on the floor with me and taking my hand.

“I- I don’t know. I just imagine you have a lot on your plate with your band and everything I just- I don’t know.” I said softly crying. I hugged James again and held on for a minute.

He loosened his grip to look at me. “I’m not going anywhere. We are going get this guy out of your life.” James said kind of like a hero out of a movie. Was he really going to help me, after I said all that? Like, that was the last test I had for him to pass the boyfriend test. Well, let’s see if he speaks the truth and actually stays with me first.

“T-thank you, for listening. I don’t think I’ve told anyone that, except for Rich.” I said truthfully with a soft reassuring smile and a couple of sniffles to James. This again, caught him off guard and started to blush in the low light so he turned away for a second.

“You have to tell me before you do that, Y/N.” James said smiling as he turned back to look at me. Now, just the tops of his cheeks were red.

I giggled, “No promises.” I said playfully wiping away the rest of my tears whilst James helping me. I grabbed his hand and looked up at him, “I’m serious, thank you, I’ve never met anyone like you.” I admitted looking into his dark blue eyes. He looked down for a second and took his right hand to hold the left side of my face.

“I’ve never met anyone as brave as you, Y/N.” He said tilting his head slightly to make his tone more sincere. We both paused for a moment, I saw a few strains of his hair were still miss placed and I reached up to fix them. I tucked them away in the rest of his mane and brushed the left side of his face with my knuckles and held his face. During this duration he watched with admiration and leaned into my hand as I brushed and held him. We had a mutual understanding that neither one of us was leaving each other anytime soon. I saw him glance at my lips and look back into my eyes. I had caught onto the hint and just smiled and nodded my head. He slowly leaned in and we pressed our lips together filling the gap between us. It wasn’t a lustful kiss, it was meaningful, slow, and deep. He wasn’t trying to get with me (if you catch my drift) but was trying to reassure me. I felt his left arm sling around my waist to bring me closer to him without breaking the kiss. I helped by moving my legs from underneath me and scooted closer while wrapping them around James’ waist. We had made out for a few minutes before looking back into each other’s eyes.

“M-maybe you shouldn’t be alone tonight.” James said sounding a little embarrassed to initiate. However, I was thankful he said it because I didn’t want to embarrass myself more than I thought I did tonight.

“Will you stay with me? Just for tonight?” I asked kind of already knowing the answer.

“Of course.” He said gladly accepting, which almost made me cry again because I didn’t realized how caring and sweet he really was. Not to mention how easy it is to talk to him.

“Thank you, James.” I said pulling him to hug me again, I needed this one. I let go and he stood up to get ready to go to my apartment. Once he did, he held out his hand to help me up. I took it slowly rising up and still looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.

As I stood up I had reached up to look at his cut again to make sure he really didn’t need stitches. “God, he got you good didn’t he?” I asked rhetorically debating wether or not to clean it again. It wasn’t bleeding but I wanted to make sure. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, now that I’m talking about it a little. You seem to distract the pain good though.” His answer caught me off guard and it was my turn to blush and turn away.

“Ah, well, glad I could be of assistance.” I said stealing his line. I heard him laugh as I turned on my heels towards the exit. I looked back to see him. “Hah, should we go?” I asked.

“Yeah, I promised this chick I would stay over to protect her from demons tonight.” James joked flexing his muscles.

I lightly slapped his rib cage and laughed, “Fuck you!” We both then laughed with each other and headed out the office door where we first entered.

A/N: Oh my god, this took me forever to come up with this over vaca. I can promise you guys tho that there will be links to the other parts on the actual posts as soon as I figure out what's wrong with my WiFi. Anyway, this is the end of the series uhhhh. I like to leave it open to your imagination but yeah. I think I'm going to write about Kirk now. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Well, if I do, you'll see it on my page. That's all from me! Thank u for reading and have an awesome day!

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get ready everyone

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Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been writing or anything. I’m on vacation rn lol. I promise I will sit and do nothing and write when I get back. Thanks all from me, have a great day! <3 😉

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Cause of death…

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

TW: Mentions of abuse, toxic ex, threats, language, and fighting.

Circa 1984 James

Part 4

Description: This is the part you’ve all been waiting for (all four of you that is). In this part, Y/N and James Hetfield meet at Richie’s bar and walk to the record store. While walking back to the car that night, you encounter your ex but this time, James is by your side. (Also, not my gif this time) <3

I forgot how many people lived in this city. There had to have been over 400 people that came and went in the emergency room. Could humans just be a little careful every now and then? We would probably have flying cars by now if this were the case. Well nothing can go anybody’s way so as I clocked out, there were still people pouring in through the doors with code blues, yellows, oranges, and pretty much the entire fucking rainbow. I felt a little bad when they asked me to stay for another hour but I had a date. I had to look my very best, even though I don’t really own anything that project’s confidence like James said. It was almost 3 and I had an hour to get ready.

“I’m sorry Barbara, but I really need to get home.” I said in a hurry to the head nurse. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to tell her that I was blowing everyone off for a guy I just met. “I promised my mom I would check on her dog while she’s away!” I’m usually good at making excuses on the spot for not wanting to do something. Well I’m guessing you already know who made me learn this trick.

“Ah, no worries, Y/N. I’m just glad you didn’t call out. I’ll see you in a couple of days, yeah?”

“Oh! Yes, you will! Bye Barb!” Fuck yeah! I forgot I had a couple days off. Oh man I’m so happy today is today.

I headed to the back of the nurses station to get all my stuff from my locker. Without realizing it, I had practically slammed it shut because of the rush I was in creating this long echo through the hall way. Oops, oh well, I thought scrambling to get everything in my hands. Once I had managed to not drop anything, I had grabbed my car keys and headed for the employee exit. I sped walked to my car and basically threw all of my belongings from my hands into the backseat of my car. Maybe I’ll get them later, after my date. In all honesty, that wasn’t going to happen.

Once everything was out of my hands, I hopped into the drivers seat, and turned the car on with the A/C on full blast. I then threw the car into reverse, backed up, put it in drive, shifted into first gear, and floored it out the parking lot. When I got on the road, I realize it is now 3 o’ clock and let’s just say I’m the luckiest person driving right now because I deserve a lot of speeding tickets. I could imagine the conversation now with the policemen that managed to catch up with me, ‘Please officer, I have a date later with a guy from a band!’ I’ll plead. ‘Miss! You were going 70 in a 45! You are going to jail!’ The officer would yell back. Making myself laugh a little, I slow down enough we’re I’m not passing every poor sole that I manage not to hit. I guess it really didn’t matter because I was only 5 minutes away from my apartment now. At least I made good timing? Man, time really does fly by when you’re having fun.

Driving into the parking garage, I find the “residence parking” and threw the car in park. I grab my purse and head up the flight of stairs to my door and unlock it with my keys. Then, I through my stuff down and shut the door behind me, quickly picking out an outfit the screams me and turn on the water to take a shower. I wasn’t even able to enjoy the hot water because I wanted to have time to actually let my hair dry. So, as I quickly finish up, I put on an Iron Maiden shirt with black jeans and Dr. Martian’s. Then, the hair. It’s wet so possibilities are endless. I gave it some thought and should blow dry curl it. It usually takes me a little while to dry my hair since it’s so thick. My aunt was a hair stylist a long time ago and taught me how to do it without burning it. After each strained of my hair was perfectly placed, I put on some eyeliner around my eyes and mascara. For a minute, I looked in the mirror with my shirt tucked in and pretty much just black clothing from head to toe. Well, if he doesn’t like this, that bites. I then looked at the time, 10 minutes till 4! I have just enough time to make it to Richie’s bar!

I put on just a tad of perfume and grab my purse from when I threw it on the floor earlier, swung the door open, slammed it, and then locked it behind me. Practically flying down the stairs, I jog to my car and get in. I turn on the car and put it into gear to start heading to Richie’s. Oh my god, I’m too nervous. My hands are shaking the steering wheel. What if he changed his mind? Well, I thought the same thing about the phone call, I think it’ll be fine. I think. As I’m pulling up to the bar it’s not really that busy, considering it’s a Saturday. Although, that’s Richie’s bar for you, it’s an underground establishment, that’s why I love it so much. Now, the sleezy people that come in from time to time, I can deal without.

I pull up to the bar parking lot and this time easily finding a parking spot. I put it in park, having 2 minutes to spare, and turn the car off. I got out and locked it then headed inside to wait on the stools. To my surprise there he was. Sitting on my bar stool that I’ve claimed over the years. Seriously, my name is written underneath it. I didn’t realize that he would get here before me, I usually hear people from bands are never on time. Huh, I guess they were wrong about one. I walk up behind him and give him my cheapest, worst pick-up line I have;

“So, come around here often?” I said with a smirk.

He turned to see who I was talking to and oh my. I never thought he could get any cuter. His hair seemed like it was freshly washed, his eyes where a deep blue, his smile began to grow as I finished my line, everything was just like a dream.

“Hi, Y/N!” James said while reaching over for a hug. “How was work? Mr. Richie had mentioned yesterday that you had to ‘save lives’. Are you a doctor?” I think this is the first guy that I’ve met up with who was genuinely curious about my day. It was refreshing, not to mention that he also pays attention to most of the conversations he’s in. So far so good.

As I embraced James, I felt his hair and how broad his shoulders actually were. Now that I’m really looking at him, I’m pretty sure James stood at least 6ft (182.88cm) tall. I felt those stupid butterflies at the worst of times.

“It was alright. Incredibly busy but at least there was no fighting this time. Also, no I’m not a doctor, that’s my dream, I’m a nurse at the local ER. When people come through the front I’m the first one they see to help them.”

“Oh wow! That’s amazing! How long have you worked there?” James asked.

“Just over a year, I drove to this town just before I got this job from Nevada.” I don’t want to tell him about Chris yet. “How have you been, James? Seems like only yesterday we’ve seen each other.” I said jokingly, of course, he chuckled. God, I can’t get enough of his laugh.

“Well, I’ve been rehearsing with Lars and the gang for hours on end getting ready for our next gig. Maybe the occasional drink here and there.”

James perspective after he called last night:

“Ok, I called her.” Stated James.

“Well?? What did she say?!” Asked Lars very enthusiastically.

“Are going on that date with Y/N?” Asked Kirk.

“Yes.” Said James.

“That’s how you do it, man.” Cliff said to James giving a high five and a pat on the back.

Lars had caught onto James’ worried expression and quick responses. “Dude, what’s the matter? Are you nervous or something?”

James, not being able to muster the words to express himself, nodded.

“Come on, man. Don’t be nervous it’s obvious that you guys have a lot in common. Just talk about that stuff.” Cliff advised. The other band mates quickly agreed.

“Yeah, just be yourself!” Lars said.

“But, what if she decides not to come? What do I even wear. I mean we’re meeting at a bar first and then walking to a record store, should I wear something nice?” It had occurred to James that he never asked his band mates about fashion, he had always dressed comfortable no matter what he was doing.

“Listen, I don’t want to see a different James when you come back to this room. You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, if she liked you on stage wearing regular shit, then there should be no problems wearing what you want to wear.” Kirk suggested, though, making it very firm that James should listen to him.

“Ok.” He simply said.

“Ok!” Lars said sipping the last of his beer can. “Now that that’s out of the way, can we focking finish practice?”

“Yeah.” James said still a bit nervous but a little at ease now that he was playing again.

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“Ooo, where are you going to play next?” I asked. I think I caught him off guard with the question because it seemed like James didn’t want to answer the question. In the dim lights of the bar, I saw him turn with a growing redness.

“W-well- uh, we’re still deciding but I kind of want to come back here.” He said looking back and a little more hushed, but I heard him.

“So I can watch you play again?” I said leaning on the bar with a smirk looking up at him. James simply nodded his head rapidly like a little kid.

“Hah, I wouldn’t miss you playing for the world.” I said very sincerely. I did mean it, he’s badass with his rhythm guitar and his vocals really amp up a crowd. After my comment, we both started at each other for a solid 2 seconds. His eyes were a deep blue every time the light had caught them. They bounced back and forth to each of my eyes probably debating on what he should to next. I wonder was his pretty head is thinking about. One mississippi. I had caught myself as I glanced at his lips and a grin grew on his face now looking at my lips then back to meet my eyes. Though we didn’t speak, we both knew we liked each other. I felt a warm smile creep across my face once we locked eyes again. Two mississippi.

“Hey guys! What’s goin’ on?” Richie said greeting me and James breaking our emotional contact with each other.

“Nothing much. Just hanging out” James said smiling while looking at me. Ok, seriously, fuck you butterflies. You do not belong in my stomach for this amount of time.

“Hey, Rich. Busy tonight?” I asked a bit annoyed but I didn’t want to be rude. Well, can you blame me?

“Nah. Ever since this guy’s band played here, it seems as though a lot of the fans have moved on.” Richie said pointing jokingly to James.

James caught on, “Ah, I’ll put in a good word for the guys if you want us here again.”

“Absolutely! You guys are one of the most polite bands that I’ve invited here. Of course you can come back!” Richie exclaimed.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Richie. You wanna head out to that record store, Y/N?” James asked me.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said quieting my excitement. I love going to record stores but this time I get a bonus of going on a date with James Hetfield.

“Alright, lead the the way. Here you go, Mr. Richie.” James said handing him a 20 for his drinks

“Thanks. And call me Rich!” Richie yelled to James as I was already almost out the door.

“Will do!” James yelled walking to catch up with me. “So, you live around here?” He asked now walking beside me.

“Yeah, I live in a little apartment about 10 minutes away. I hope you didn’t wait too long for me.” I figured I should be truthful. I feel confident enough that he’s not going to stalk me, seems like a nice guy.

“Oh cool, I’m actually from a town south from here, and not at all I was there for about 10 minutes, I didn’t want to be late.” James said. “Where are you from?”

Oh. I guess it’s time to talk about our pasts. “I’m from Central Florida.” We had turned a corner and I felt James eyes get wider.

“Florida?! What the hell are you doing all the way out here?” Ack. Why didn’t I just lie. This would have been so much easier if I didn’t feel so comfortable sharing everything with him. As I walked thinking of an answer, there was this ally way that was all beat up and run down. I’ve never noticed it out of the many times I’ve been to the record store. Shit, he’s still waiting, focus! Think of something, anything. Damn it, I can’t think when he’s starting at me like that.

“Uh job opportunity. Oh! Look, we’re here! It’s also a comic book store, did I mention that?”

“Oh! And no you didn’t, Kirk would love this.” Phew, ok he bought it, he better not ask about anything else, I really don’t like lying.

We walked into the store opening the door and alerting the front with the bell that was attached. That sweet smell of cardboard and teenage hormones really brought back memories. I glanced for a minute to find the hard rock section. Ah, there it is. Since when did that move it to the back of the store? Oh well. I walked towards the area with James following close behind me and went up to the shelves, then started to rummage through them looking for an AC/DC album I’ve had my eyes on for a while. A, A, where the hell is section A?? I threw my hands up with out even thinking, fucking finally, I thought.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I had forgotten to tell you earlier. Well, I imagine you always do.” James said with the sweetest smile looking down at me.

“Aw, thank you. I’m sorry, I really don’t own nice clothes, I really like wearing what I want, you know?.” This answer really seemed to set him at ease.

“Y/N, don’t be sorry, I wish more people were like you. I don’t own anything nice either. I wear what I want like you! I listen to what I want at all times of the day. I love your jokes, they make me laugh and I still think about them from time to time. I want to make you laugh. I want to listen to music with you all day. I want … you.” James said staring intently for my answer. I guess I didn’t really pay attention to the distance between us because now he was probably less then 3 inches (roughly 7 cm) away from each other. I can strongly smell his cologne now, like the beach and warm sand. It was getting really warm here in the back of the store.

“I want you too.” I said as I moved in filling the gap to kiss him. Without hesitation, James wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back. I had wrapped my arms around his neck enclosing the space between us even tighter. His lips were so soft and despite his size, he was so gentle with his grasp. Every second was like heaven and non existent angels were singing. We stayed like this way for a couple of minutes and released to catch our breaths from the exhaustion of nerves and tension, James still held onto me. We looked up at each other and chuckled a little bit while I moved a few strains of hair out of his face. Something had caught my eye and I looked over at the AC/DC album I’ve been looking for, funny how he puts things into perspective.

“Ah, found it.” I said while James still had his arms wrapped around my waist. I reached over and grabbed the record.

“Found what?” He asked

“AC/DC’s album ‘For Those About to Rock’. I’ve been looking for this one but they keep selling out.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance.” James said, I laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips before I hugged him and asked, “Did you mean that?”

“What? What do you mean?” He asked loosening his hug to look at me but still held on.

“That you think I’m beautiful. I’m just wearing regular shit.” I said blatantly chuckling.

“Yes I do. I think you’d look gorgeous even in a trash bag.”

“Oh my god, you’re fucking ridiculous, James.”

“Haha! It’s true!” He said hugging me again. The smell of his hair was so nice and warm. I felt so at home, like I was meant to do this.

“Ok whatever.” I said rolling my eyes chuckling. Next thing I knew he had his lips pressed against mine once again. As I kissed him back I explored him with my hands, running them through his hair and down his neck. Then, I moved to his shoulders and chest as he was touching me. We did this for another couple of minutes and then let go of each other as we realized we’re in a public area and really shouldn’t put on a show right now. He looked into my eyes and brushed his hand against my cheek. As he did, I smiled brightly at him and caught the record slipping from my grasp.

“You know, I think I have to pay for this.” I said a little sad that I have to leave this moment, but there will be more time for this later.

“Nah, shoplift it. You gotta live a little, Y/N.” James said flashing a little sarcasm which made me laugh. I then kissed his cheek and walked to the front counter. I placed the new record onto the counter and waited for the clerk to scan it.

“Is this all?” The clerk asked a little tired and couldn’t really give two shits if this was all I wanted to buy.

“Yup! That’s it.” I said cheerfully wanting to hurry the process along.

The clerk sighed. “That’ll be $11.50.” I handed him 12 dollars.

“Here you go, have a good day.” He spat out.

“Thanks!” I grabbed my 50 cents and walked out with James. After I heard the bell from the door, James reached for my hand to hold it. With the reaction I imagine he was hoping for, I held his. We were both blushing as we shared a comfortable silent walk for a couple of minutes back to the bar with our hands being held safely by one another.

“I really like you, Y/N.” James said looking at me while walking.

I smiled widely and said, “I really like you too, Hetfield.” After that we continued walking in comfortable silence in the dark on our way to our cars with our hands intertwined. It had gotten significantly darker since we entered the record shop, I didn’t realize how much time really passed. We had walked passed the same ally when we walked to the record store and I got a cold chill. Weird. We walked past the ally and I was on a high from just confessing my feelings toward James. And he returned those feelings! Crazy how people work sometimes.

“Well, well. What the fuck is this?” A voice echoed from the ally.

I felt my grip tighten on James’ hand as tears started to well up in my eyes. I had stopped dead in my tracks. Oh no. Please no. If there’s a god out there, fucking help me. This can’t be real, I must be dreaming, wake up! I should run, yell, scream, for the love of god do something! It’s dark, maybe it’s not him and they had mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know though, that voice. I can’t feel my legs. Fuck, what do I do? Oh how I wish those butterflies would comeback. I squeezed his hand tighter for some sort of comfort.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” James asked worrying about my sudden tension. I turned around to see if my suspicions were true.

“Ah! I thought that was you, Y/L/N.”

“Oh god no.” I tried to say quietly to myself but James heard me. I was hyperventilating and on the verge of crying and passing out.

“Y/N, who is that guy?” James now acting very protective stepping ahead of me as Chris stepped forward.

“No, James! Stay away from him!” I yelled worried of what Chris might do. I grabbed James’ shirt to try and pull him back but he wasn’t backing down.

“Y/N, who the fuck is this guy?” James asked standing tall in front of me like a soldier.

“I see you had a little fun while I was away!” Chris snapped coming perfectly into view only 6 feet (2 meters) away.

James was now confronting Chris, “Dude, who are you?”

“Oh! Y/N, you never talk about me to your friends? This saddens me.” Chris said with his two faced words. “We’re together.”

“N-no! W-w-we are not!” It’s all I could muster out. I was shaking with fear and it felt like there was a stick stuck in my throat. I couldn’t move and all I could do was look at James with this terrified puppy dog look. Please, go away. Save us all time Chris and go away.

“Yes, we are. You just don’t want to stay with one person at a time, isn’t that right, Y/N/N?” He spat out inching towards me. James stepped forward.

“Look, if she wanted to be with you she would have said so. You need to leave her alone.” James said very sternly standing his ground.

“Pfft- Y/N, who’s this guy again?” Chris peered over to the side to see me.

“N-none of yo-your business!” I really didn’t mean to sound meek but I wasn’t looking to get slapped today. I guess it’s inevitable now.

“Ha, you little sh-“ Chris lunged forward to get me but James stood in the way pushed him away a couple of feet (meters). Chris leapt toward James landing a hard right hook on the side of his temple. *crack* I jumped back to get out of the way and they both hit the ground.

“Chris! S-Stop it!” I squeaked out but he wasn’t in the mood for listening. James managed to get a hold of Chris, pinned him, and punched him square in the eye then his nose almost knocking him out but not quite. Stumbling to get back up, Chris held on to the brick wall of the side of a building. Holding is noes that was profusely bleeding now.

“God damn it. You don’t know what you’ve done, kid.” Chris said to James out of breath then, he turned to me, “Next time I see you, Y/N. I’m gonna kill you and your little boyfriend.” Chris said stumbling back into an ally from which he emerged from.

James, out of breath holding the side of his face, turned to look at me. “Are you ok?” Was he seriously worried about me?

“Wha- Am I ok?? James, your bleeding! Come on, Richie’s bar is only a block away. I’ll take you too the back and clean that cut.” I ushered him across the street to get to the bar as quickly as possible in case he followed us. “I can’t believe this. I’m so embarrassed. I’m so so sorry, James. I should have told you before, I just didn’t know the right time!” We had made it to the front step and I swung open the bar door and saw the shocked expression of Richie.

“Look, I’ll tell you later Rich, I have to help him first.” I quickly said making sure not to disturb the already drunken patrons.

Richie looked at us both, “Was someone trying to rob you?”

“No, he’s back.” I said a little more ominously than I intended. Richie was the only person that knows about Chris. And not having contact with any of my family over the years because I the fear that Chris would get to them, Richie was all I had left.

I threw open the doors to the staff office where I new there was a first aid kit. “Ok, sit tight and I’ll get the first aid kit.” James was just silent but he nodded. He hadn’t said anything after the fight other than ask me if I was ok. I looked up on the top cabinet knocking a few things over to grab the kit. “Ah! Found it.” I then ran over to James and knelt down because there wasn’t another chair nearby which didn’t really bother me. I yanked open the first aid box and grabbed goss, hydrogen peroxide, and butterfly stitches. “James, I need you to move your hand, please.” He slumped his hand onto his thigh and now I could really look at the cut in the light. It was deep but didn’t need stitches, his temple was black and blue, and blood streamed down his face. I gasped.

“Oh my god. James, I’m so sorry.” I said knowing that my apology didn’t make a difference for the damage I’ve caused. I poured the peroxide on the goss, “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt a lot, you might want to hold your breath and count.” I said truthfully. He obliged and I reached up and slowly pressed the peroxide onto his open cut. His face got tighter and groaned showing his teeth, “I’m sorry, but this is the only way to properly clean it.” I said looking up at his cut trying to stop the bleeding as gently as I could. God, why do pasts always have to come back and fuck things up? Why do creeps, especially Chris, manage to ruin so many lives? This has gone on for too long and I need to stop this. Oh no, please not the water works in front of my patient. James looked at me as I was thinking and cleaning his cut. He saw that I had tears streaming down my face, only I wasn’t sobbing but silently crying. I noticed he was looking at me and I met his dark blue eyes. The only thing I saw was rage and vengeance with a little bit of empathy. He wiped a single tear off of my cheek and I looked away. Wiping the dried blood off of James’ bruised temple, I put on the butterfly stitches. I started to throw the used goss away to avoid the next conversation when he stopped me and cupped my face.

“Y/N. Are you ok?” James finally said.

Taking a moment to really think about how I want to answer the question I finally said, “No. I can’t believe I let this happen.” I said with tears filling my eyes again.

“This is not your fault, please don’t blame yourself for other people’s actions! He’s the psychopath, Y/N.” He said pulling me to hug him. The sudden comfort pushed me over the edge and brought me into perspective. Now, I was softly crying and holding onto James for dear life. He calmly rubbed circles my back until I had felt comfortable to let go. It was so soothing I had stopped crying within minutes. Wiping tears away and loosed my grip on James to look up at him, before I could say anything James spoke.

“Now, I know you’re not in the best mood right now, but do you mind telling me who that guy is?”

END OF PART 4!

A/N: Ahhhh! I am so sorry that this took me so long but this is what you all have been waiting for!! This part is very long but I hope you like it. Part 5 will be coming out this week. I can promise you that but for now, that’s all from me. Please lmk what you thought about this one and don’t forget to leave a comment if you think I should do someone else that you like. I do my research so just lmk! Thanks guys, ❤️ have an awesome day! :3

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

Part 3!

TW: Mentions of toxic S/O and abuse. Pls be wary of these fields. If you’re not comfortable with reading this content pls don’t hesitate to scroll past. Thank you! ❤️😆 (GIF below is indeed mine. I didn’t know you could make them without being verified.)

Description: Lots of dialog and fluffiness.

Circa 1984 James

I had just gotten in my car and was on my way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About James. Oh my god was he gorgeous, and he has my number! What if he calls tonight? What if he doesn’t? What if he doesn’t call at all? Shit. I don’t think I took my antidepressants this morning. I’ve had to take them since I got away from my ex. Chris Meyer. Son of a bitch left a mark on my brain for a life time. God, it’s been so quiet for the past year. Maybe, if it works out with James, I’ll finally be safe from his torment. Hm, I wonder what would happen if James ever meets Chris. I sure as hell don’t want to see that dill weed ever again. I hope that asshole is rotting we’re ever he is. With all of these scenarios running through my head, I didn’t even realize I had pulled onto my apartment’s street. Huh. I should do that more often, it’s like time travel.

I had dragged my feet up the flight of stairs onto my floor still thinking about every little detail that happened tonight. I saw an amazing band, met them, met the hot singer, gave him my number, and blew a kiss to him. I had reached my door searching for my keys in my purse. I fiddled with them for a minute before finding the right one. The door unlocked and I threw my stuff down, kicked my boots off and headed to my bathroom for a shower. Just the thought of warm water hitting my body was already so relaxing. Before I could even open the door to my room, my phone rang. I gasped, what if it’s James? Well I’m not gonna sit here and wait for someone else to answer it.

“Hello, Y/L/N resistance.” I answered joyfully, just like I always did but this time with an excited smile on my face.

“Hey Y/N/N it’s Richie! I was just calling to make sure that you got home safe.” Of course, I did always have a problem getting my hopes up, according to Chris.

“Oh. Thanks Rich, I made it home safe.” I managed to get out those few words but unfortunately they sounded a little defeated.

“No problem! I’ll talk to you later and have a good day at work!”

“Sure thing, Rich. Bye” I hung up. A bit down, I needed that shower more than ever. Before I took another step the phone started to ring once again. Mr. Richie is a very forgetful person, I bet he wants to know when I’ll be back.

“Yes? What is it you forgot now, Rich.” I said a bit sarcastically. He hated it when I make fun of him forgetting something.

“…um actually it’s James? Uh, James Hetfield. Did I punch in the right number?” He said questioning his dialing skills. He did call! And I answered so rudely! Damn it! Say something!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Richie called me just now and I thought it was him again. I didn’t expect you too call so soon.” I said very apologetically. Play it cool girl, play it cool.

“Ah, nope just me calling to bother you.”

“Oh come on, you’re not bothering me. You just missed me didn’t you.” I said jokingly, we did just meet after all.

“You’re right.” He said. “I can’t stop thinking about you Y/N, you’re so cool and confident.”

Is he talking about me? Here I thought every emotion I felt tonight was on my sleeve but I guess not. Good job me.

“Me? Cool and confident? I can think of 20 people that are way cooler than me.” I now have my fingers linked in the phone cord, “That includes you.” He audibly paused for a split second.

“You think I’m cool?” He asked, a little surprised.

“Of course I do! “You’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met!” I said trying to counter attack his self-esteem.

“I’m not the coolest?”

“Sorry but that spot is reserved for Mr. Richie.” I said holding back a laugh. My joke made James laugh though, such a cute laugh. “You’re so handsome when you laugh.”

“Aw, you’re just saying that.” He said doubting me once again.

“Nope. Sorry to say, but you have a terminal illness that makes you so handsome and effects the ones around you.” He laughed again a little harder this time. Damn those butterflies.

“Your smile almost knocks me out every time.” He said very genuinely. Now, it was my turn to second guess his judgement.

“Stop. I know you know how to sweet talk people! You’re doing it right now with a shit eating grin on your face!” I said chuckling a bit. James laughed too.

“Haaha, no way! I’m speaking from the heart, Y/N!” He said trying to keep a serious tone.

“How would I know? I can’t see that you’re being serious.” I said tempting him.

“Fine. Meet me at Richie’s bar tomorrow at 4:00pm so we can walk to the record store. I’ll tell you then how serious I am!” He said, well this time I believed him.

“Ok! Ok, if you insist Hetfield, 4:00 on the dot. You better not back out!”

“Not a chance! Well, I guess I should let you go now, you have work in the morning right?” Shit! What’s the time? 12:00am! No!

“Oh my god, no! It’s 12:00am! I have to punch in at 6:00am. Fuck!” I said a little to angrily. I didn’t mean it towards James but it seemed like he took is a little personally.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Y/N, this is my fault. I should have waited until tomorrow.” He said very regretfully.

“No, no, this is not your fault! I’m really glad and kind of relieved that you called! I thought you saw me as just some other girl who threw themself at you in another town. I should be apologizing.”

“You’re glad?” He asked surprised.

“Yes. I am.” I said very firmly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Well, I’m really glad you answered. I’ll let you get some sleep, Y/N. Goodnight.” He said with what seemed like one of his famous smiles.

“Heh, thanks. Goodnight, James” I heard him hang up. I loudly sighed and collapsed on my couch. There is no way in hell I’m sleeping tonight. Looks like I’ll only be getting 4 or less hours of sleep. Worth it.

That morning at 5:00am, my alarm disturbed my sleep to tell me it’s time to get ready for work. Since I didn’t have time to take a shower last night, I took one as soon as I got out of bed waking myself up for the day. Brushed my teeth, flossed, and swished around mouth wash. It felt like a green color kind of day. So, I went with some light green scrubs and sneakers. Put on a little make up, made some coffee, grabbed my purse and headed to my car all the while still thinking about my date later at 4:00pm. This 8 hour shift is definitely going to be long but thank god it’s only 8 hours.

END OF PART 3!

A/N: Thank you again for the likes and for reading my first series. Remember, I’m always open to criticism so let me know! I will be working on part 4 as soon as I finish some chores around my house that I’ve been ignoring 😬😬. That’s from me! Have an awesome day! ❤️😄

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“I’m sick of it” James Hetfield x Fem!Reader!

Part 2

TW: Toxic S/O, fighting, abuse (mental and physical), nightmares, and language. (pls lmk if I left anything out in the comments) Pls don’t read this fanfic if any of these fields disturb you ❤️ thanks :3. (THIS PERTAINS TO FUTURE CHAPTERS)

Description: Here you meet the band and try to make a good impression for the next encounter 👀.

“Ok Y/N” Richie said as he pored a shot into a glass for a costumer. “Meet me behind the bar in five.”

“You got it, Rich” I said still staring at the rhythm guitarist plucking each string with his pick with raw power and aggression, the sweat dripping onto his guitar at the slightest movement. Did he say five? As in five minutes?? Shit. I can’t talk to them, they’re way cooler than me. I’m not ready, I think I’m gonna throw up.

The music had stopped which pulled me out of my trance. I saw James begin to speak, “Thank you Richie patrons! You guys have been an amazing crowd and we’ve had the best time here!” He yelled while catching his breath. His other band mates ran up to the mic and quickly agreed with him. I was still somehow fixated on him still. I’m puzzled as to why this is happening. He catches me staring, still drinking my margarita, I lifted it as a toast, I guess. I don’t fucking know, he caught me starting, was i supposed to keep looking? No!

He waved at me and then waved to the crowd, blew kisses and bowed. I couldn’t help but cheer and whistle with the crowd. I caught a glimpse of his smile as he looked down when he saw me clapping. So cute. Yup, I can’t do this.

As they walk off stage to the back of the building to the outside. I followed Richie out back through the kitchen doors out the the emergency exit into the street illuminated by the dim street lights.

“Ah! There you are!” Rich yelled to the members of Metallica who greeted him with delight. James noticed me, I felt a glimmer of butterflies begin to rise in my stomach. Damn it.

“Hey, Anthrax girl!” The drummer said jumping in front of James’ line of sight. “You see-” He pulled me to the side so that no one would hear anything. I was confused but I obliged.

“-my friend James over there thinks you’re cute. You need to talk to him because he’s not good at making conversation.” He said secretly while pointing over to James.

“Thanks but, who are you guys. You all sound amazing!” I said with genuine surprise because only the wannabe bands came to Richie’s bar, none of them sounded like they did, like James. The drummer caught onto my skepticism and brought me back over to everyone.

“Oh! of course! Hey guys, meet Anthrax girl!” The drummer said surprisingly loudly despite his size. I had realized that I’m almost 3 inches (roughly 7cm) taller than him with the boots on.

“Um, it’s actually Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you all.” I stated with a smile and cocked my head to the side to make it more sincere to the singer. Under the street lights I saw hm turn away from me with a grin. Those damn butterflies.

“Likewise, Y/N! My name’s Lars.” He stretched out his hand and I shook it.

“Awesome double base by the way. Not a lot of bands have those!” It seemed like the right thing to say. It’s true that the bands I knew didn’t have those drums. I just didn’t want to leave off with a “hi, bye” kind of interaction.

“Oh, thanks! It’s the only sets I’ll play. This is our bassist, Cliff.” He said immediately jumping to the next member. This one was definitely the stoner of the group.

“Heyyy, Y/N. Thanks for listening.” Cliff said with a very surfer-dude tone and an outstretched hand.

“Anytime. It’s cool how you complimented the other guitars with your bass, it was rad.” I said shaking his hand and smiling.

“Up next, we have Kirk, our lead guitarist!”

“Hi. Good to meet you, Y/N.” Kirk said with a sweet smile. I shook his hand.

“Oh man, it was so amazing how you did those solos! You were all like; *mimics guitar noises while doing air guitar* and sounded so on point every time!” It seemed to have made him embarrassed because of the way he turned to laugh.

“Hah, thanks. We appreciate it.” The lead guitarist said.

“Aaaand this handsome guy over here is our lead singer and rhythm guitarist, James!” Lars said with what seemed like a little too much enthusiasm for James’ taste.

“Thank you, for that Lars.” He said sarcastically and a bit annoyed. I giggled a bit stretching out my hand for a hand shake.

“Nice to meet you James. Amazing vocals by the way, you really know how to amp up a crowd!” He shook my hand and I smiled the widest at him.

“T-Thanks, Y/N. Um- nice shirt, where did you get it?” He asked, which caught me off guard but I didn’t ignore the question.

“Oh, you’re into Anthrax? Me too! There’s this really awesome record shop a few blocks away from here. You should go some time.” I said not thinking much of what he would say next.

“Will you go with me? I-In case I get lost!” James said stuttering.

“Are you asking me out?” What??? James Hetfield was asking me out to a record store? No fucking way. While I was completely in a state of shock he answered.

“Yes?”

“Alright then, James, it’s a date. Here’s my number.” The one time I carry a pen with me and it had to be this time. “Call me when you get the chance.” I said with a wink. I would have never pictured this day to go from exhausting day at work to handing a guy my number in the first two minutes of talking to him. Definitely going to throw up later.

“Hey Rich, I gotta go, it’s getting late and I have work in the morning.”

“Go on Y/N/N, I know you gotta save lives and all.” Richie said, knowingly being sarcastic. I gave him a slight nudge and said my goodbyes to the band as I walked to my car. Before I got in I opened the driver door and turned to blow a kiss too James. I felt a little bad because I didn’t really get to stay long and chat. There will be more time for that later at the record store.

END OF PART 2

A/N: Thank you guys for reading once again. Pls comment what I should work on or like if you thought it was just fine. I’m writing the 3rd part as you read this but it may take me a minute so I can get things ready for a trip that I’m going on. Restasured, the 3rd part is coming within the week! That’s all from me, thanks again. Have a great day! ❤️🤝

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