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Cold night
Kirk Hammett x Reader
warnings: angst, lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol and drugs
note: hey guys! this is my frst imagine ever so i really hope that you will enjoy this <3
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Me and Kirk have been together for about a year and a half. We did have our ups and downs, but we always somehow managed to stay together. For the last two weeks he has been coming home late and completely wasted, not even capapble of standing on his own and I decided that Iâve had enough.
It was four am, and I stil havenât closed my eyes for a minute. I couldnât stop worrying about Kirk. My Kirk. The only person that ever made me happier than anyone could.Â
Suddenly, I hear a loud noise coming from downstairs. It was Kirk. I stay in bed and cover myseslf withmy bedsheets. I just didnât want to even look at him right now. I hear more loud noises and then i hear him crawling on the stairs.Â
âBaby...Where are you...?â He whispered while trying to open the door of our bedroom. I sighed and stayed quiet. He then slowly opened the door and said âDonât you fucking hear me?â. No, not this again. I sat up and looked him. He was barely standing and staring at me. We kept looking at eachother until he came closer to me. He smelled like alcohol and cigarretes which was nothing unusual. âHiâ He said in his normal tone. Hi? is he fucking mad? He just comes here almost breaking everything in my own fucking house, totally wasted and later than he promised and a hi is all that heâs going to say? Not even a stupid apology? I got up with the urge to slap the absolute shit out of him.Â
âKirk, what the fuck do you think youâre doing?â He also stood up. âWhat do you mean?â âWhat do I mean? are you this fucking stupid?!â I said, raising my voice. âAlright then, let me explain what youâre doing! You never even spend time with me and all you do is drink and drugs all day and when youâre supposed to come home you donât. I mean god knows what youâre doing when Im waiting for you here all the fucking night all worried that you might be dead somewhere in some whores house!â âDonât you fucking call her that.â He cutted me off. âWhat? Whoâs her? So youâre actually cheating on me?!â I yell in disbelief. I never really thought that he would cheat on me, I just said it because Itâs what most men do when they come home so late everyday. Somehow I always trusted Kirk. I thought that we were the kind of couple that were head over heals in love and that all of this was just happening because heâs famous now and wants to know how it feels like to do such stuff. âSo what if I am?! Itâs not like you fucking care anymore. All you do is complain about the smallest things. When wast the last time you told me you loved me? Or the last time we had sex? Im fucking starving for those two things to get from you after spending all day in studio, working on the new album so you get all that you ever wanted when we had nothing and I canât even have that?! How can you even be surprised?â It was all true. How cold I be so naive? Did I really think that I coul actually trust him? I thought that he wasnât like others but I guess I was wrong. He just wanted sex like everyone else. I started tearing up. âOh look at that sheâs crying again!â He said with a smilee on his face. âDo you seriously think that your little sobs will make me feel guilty or something? Thatâs so... pathetic.âÂ
Thaâs it. I couldnât hold it in any longer. I curled my hands into fists. âAw, and now what? Youâre gonna hit me? You know that Im much stronger than yo-â He dinât even get to finish the sentence because i punched him right in his face. I never hitted anyone. And never thought that I would, but this was just too much for me. Thanks to the alcohol, he ended up on the floor, passed out. I walked out of the house and drove off to my friends house.
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Donât worry loves, I will write a part two, i just really want to know if anyone will even read this.Â
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