1983
*James' POV*
Oh man. I can't wait to pop the question soon. I hope Lars says yes. I've never been so fucking nervous in my entire life. Anyway, I've already got the ring and all that good stuff. It's a pretty silver band with a small diamond set into the top. And it's even got "Love Me Tender" engraved in the side. I don't think I could've been any cheesier when I went to buy that ring. Whaterver. Anyway, we were walking on the Golden Gate Bridge. The sun was just starting to set, and the sky was painted with brilliant pinks, purples and oranges. God why am I shaking so much? It's just a question. Just do it James. There's no backing out now. I took a deep breath, got down on one knee, stumbling a bit, taking the ring box out of my pocket, and said, "Lars, you're the greatest person I've ever met, and I'm so lucky that I'm your boyfriend. So I've got a question for you."
*Lars' POV*
I was speechless. Oh my god, he's proposing! Holy shit, I thought he'd never ask! I covered my mouth with my hands, tears sparkling in my eyelashes, and I smiled, and he asked, "Will you marry me?" I looked at him, my eyes sparkling with happiness, and nodded, saying, "Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you!" He smiled, standing up shakily, and slid the beautiful ring onto my finger. When he did, I jumped into his arms, peppering his face with soft kisses, and said, "I thought you'd never ask." He smiled, kissing me back, and said, "I'm glad you said yes. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
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Metallica Headcanons / Oneshots
FanfictionJust a book of headcanons and oneshots for Metallica, the various ships for them, and antics of whichever member you request! I will write for any member, or ship, just ask ;)
