Metallica one shots and headcannons

Offbeat Confession- (Lars Ulrich one shot)

Working for Metallica was a dream come true. It was loud, chaotic, and full of unpredictable moments that kept me on my toes. I had always admired the band from afar, but being part of their inner circle was something else entirely. James was the commanding leader, always the first to step in and make decisions. Jason, sweet and dependable, was the glue that kept everyone together. Kirk was both sweet and funny, always making me laugh when the tension got too thick. And Lars... well, Lars was a mystery.

At first, I thought Lars would be the easiest one to get along with. He was always there after rehearsals, hanging out with the guys, joking around. He wasn't rude by any means, but there was a certain distance he kept from me. The others would tease each other, laugh, and even get into deeper conversations, but Lars would mostly hang back, either absorbed in his phone or lost in thought, looking anywhere but at me. He wasn't cold, but he wasn't warm either. I started to wonder: Did he not like me? Was I somehow annoying him? Or was it something else?

The rest of the guys treated me like family. Jason, especially, always made sure I was okay, checking in on me whenever he could. He'd catch me when I looked stressed or lost in my thoughts and make a joke to lighten the mood. Kirk would tease me in the funniest ways, his smile as wide as ever, and James, with his no-nonsense attitude, kept things running smoothly without missing a beat. But Lars? He was always there, but never really there. It was confusing.

One day, after another long rehearsal, the guys were lounging around in the green room, talking and joking, while I wrapped up some last-minute paperwork. As usual, Lars was there too, sitting off to the side, picking at his drum, not really engaging in any of the conversations happening around him. I tried to make small talk, asking him how he thought the set went, but he only gave a half-hearted response and quickly turned his attention elsewhere, staring out the window like he was trying to escape the conversation.

I felt the familiar sting of rejection, though I tried not to show it. I pushed it aside, telling myself it was just Lars being himself, and maybe it wasn't personal. But, then I overheard something that changed everything.  As I was heading out of the room to grab a coffee, I passed by the guys who were in the hallway. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help but hear bits of their conversation as I walked by.

"Why the hell doesn't he just tell her?" Kirk said with an exaggerated sigh" "Because he's a damn idiot," James replied, his voice teasing but with a kind undertone. "I've never seen someone act so damn awkward around a girl. He just needs to pull his head out of his ass and make a move." Jason chuckled, "I mean, it's pretty obvious she likes him too. So, why not just tell her?" The words hit me like a slap in the face. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Wait. He likes me?

I didn't know what to think. Was I hearing this right? Lars? The quiet, distant Lars had feelings for me? And here I thought he just wasn't interested. The realization hit me hard—was I the one who had been blind to this all along?

Later that evening, after the show, I was sitting in the green room, wrapping up my final tasks for the night, still processing the conversation I'd overheard. The adrenaline from the show had worn off, and now all I could think about was what I had learned. I didn't know what to do with this new information, so I focused on keeping busy, hoping my mind would settle.

It was then that I heard the door creak open, and I instantly knew who it was. Lars. I didn't need to look to recognize the way he hesitated before stepping inside. He wasn't walking in confidently like usual. Instead, he stood by the door for a moment, looking like he was trying to gather the courage to come closer.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice sounding almost... uncertain. I turned around to face him, giving him a smile. "Hey, Lars. Everything okay?" He nodded, but there was something about his gaze that seemed different. It wasn't like his usual calm, cool persona. There was something vulnerable in the way he was looking at me. "I wanted to talk to you about something," Lars said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, curious but trying to remain calm. There was an awkward silence. He shifted from foot to foot, clearly struggling to find the right words. "I, uh," he began, his voice quieter, "I know I've been distant, and I probably made things weird between us." I blinked in surprise. This was not what I was expecting him to say. I crossed my arms, studying him carefully. "Weird? How?"

He hesitated before continuing. "Look, I've... I've been avoiding you. I thought if I just kept my distance, it would be easier. But it's not." His eyes met mine, and for the first time, there was no avoiding the sincerity in his gaze. "The truth is, I've liked you for a while now. A long while. And I didn't know how to tell you, so I... I just kept acting like a fool."

The words took a second to register. Lars likes me? My mind raced, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. My heart was pounding in my chest. All this time, I had thought he wasn't interested, but now it made sense—his distance, the way he avoided eye contact, the moments where he'd catch my gaze for just a second before quickly looking away. He'd been avoiding me because he liked me.

I blinked, trying to process everything. "Lars," I started slowly, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're telling me you've been acting like this because you like me?" Lars's face turned beet red. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah. I know it sounds ridiculous now, but I didn't know how to deal with it. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

I chuckled softly, walking closer to him. "Lars, it's not ridiculous. It's sweet. But honestly, I thought you didn't like me." I smiled up at him. "I mean, you were really distant."Lars let out a nervous laugh, finally relaxing a little. "I'm not good at this whole thing, am I?" "No, but I think that's kind of cute," I teased, watching his nervousness ease into a soft smile. Before Lars could respond, the door suddenly swung open. Jason, Kirk, and James walked in, all wearing mischievous grins on their faces.

"So, what's going on here?" Jason asked, arching an eyebrow. "We all know what's been happening." Kirk grinned. "It's about time, man. I was starting to think you were never going to get your act together." James, who had been quietly standing at the back, finally spoke, his voice a little softer than the usual sarcasm. "Hey, man, it's all good. You've got nothing to worry about. Just tell her how you feel, and everything will be fine."

Lars groaned and dropped his face into his hands. "This is so embarrassing." Jason crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "Not at all, man. It's actually pretty sweet." I couldn't stop smiling as I watched Lars struggle to keep his composure, all while the guys teased him relentlessly.

Jason looked over at me, giving me a wink. "So, Y/N, you think we should give this guy a chance?" I smiled back at him, my heart warming at the sight of Lars's embarrassed face. "I think I might just." James stepped forward with a grin, clearly amused but also supportive. "Hey, I think you two would make a great pair. So, don't take too long." He looked at Lars and winked. "But seriously, you should tell her more often how you feel. You don't need to be so damn shy about it."

Lars nodded sheepishly, looking back at me. "Okay, I will. Thanks, man," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude.Jason, who had been enjoying the teasing, gave a thumbs-up. "Good luck, you two." As the guys continued to joke around, Lars looked at me with a soft smile, clearly relieved that the tension had broken. "Well, I guess I'm glad you're not mad at me," he said with a little laugh.

I leaned in slightly, giving him a playful wink. "Not yet," I teased. "But you might want to make it up to me." Lars chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I can do that."