Yes We Back

part 3! the last one. they look soo good on this pic, wish i have a friend to recreate lars and kirk 🫶

Only for anatomical purposes:

I need him so bad 😪

Hi i haven't been here in a while

I'm throwing this drawing I made for my friends bday 2 months ago.

i got lazy halfway, dont talk about it

could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn 🤞🏻😔

Promises

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, cheating, crying

word count: 1k

summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.

A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.

The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.

Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.

“No.”

His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.

But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be. 

And still, he begged. He pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry.” He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed. 

“No Kirk! I trusted you!” It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you. 

Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldn’t have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on. 

“I’m sorry! She means nothing to me!” The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. “I love you.” His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.

His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. “Stop fucking lying!” Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. “I can’t take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, it’s just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.” You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.

“Please! We can work through this, please don’t leave!” His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally you’d think he’s beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. “You don’t need to do this!” 

“Stop making this so hard for me.” Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.

“You don’t have to leave, y/n.” He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. “I love you.” He claimed once again.

“Stop lying to me!” You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, “Turn around, this is my favourite part.” You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.

You couldn’t focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, “Kirk?” He hummed in response, “Promise me something?” You looked behind you to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

You kept eye contact, “Promise me you won’t find anyone else when you leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I would never.” He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, “You actually worry about that?” He asks, turning serious once again. 

“I dunno, it’s just that I can’t exactly be with you and I’m sure you’ll be surrounded with pretty girls.” The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. “You promised.” The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.

He didn’t have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.

“So why did you break it!?” You shouted, anger once again taking over. 

“I don’t know, y/n! I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirk’s heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm. 

Kirk’s eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, “W-wait y/n. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.

“If I don’t leave now I’m just going to regret it later when this happens again.” You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.

It’s not a want. It’s a NEED

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