#alana's faves ♡

[30-3am]

i need to make out with him and have it be dirty

funny thing is i was just writing something about making out with james the other day. i will transfer it here instead.

he's bodily pulled you onto his lap, your legs bracketing his thighs as he sloppily presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. there's a groan low in the back of his throat that vibrates through you as you grip the ends of his hair, the sounds of your lips meeting filling the room.

he's gripping your hips, pulling you down over the growing length in his jeans and smirking against your lips at the sound of your whine, silencing the sounds as he licks at your lips and makes his way into your mouth. you accept him gratefully, letting his hands wander from your hips to your ass, up to your back and slipping under your shirt.

you're entirely focused on the feel of his lips, hands fisting into his shirt and rolling your hips down onto his crotch to gain some relief from the growing ache between your legs.

eventually, the kisses die down to slow pecks, stealing one last kiss before pulling away and gazing at his bruised lips and relishing in the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

both your chests are heaving, eyes on each other's faces before you glance down to his crotch.

"want me to take care of that?"

he smirks at you when you not so subtly grind down on him, his air debonair as he shuffles down in his seat and bounces you once in his lap.

"would be nice."

you smile, pressing your swollen lips to his in a heated kiss and sliding off his lap, onto your knees.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #heavnlyhetfield #alana's faves ♡ #oh fee #you get it #i want to have the most disgustingly sloppy make out session with him #just lazily grinding into his crotch #not doing anything but kissing #and hearing his grunts when you grind down particularly hard #his hands everywhere #all over you #just not being able to get enough of each other #ugh.

[30-3am]

more small town au 80s!james. yes. mhm.

this time i'm thinking about sneaking him into your room in the middle of the night when everyone else in the house is sleeping, and you and him end up making out in your bed and having to have sex very quietly. you both know he'd be shot and you'd be locked in the house for the rest of your life (even though you're a legal adult but your father says that doesn't matter so long as you're living under his roof) if you were caught, so you're both holding your breaths and trying not to moan at the sight and feeling of each other. and you also definitely have to hold one of your pillows over your face when he eats you out because it's just so good hhhhhhhhhh

my brain is mush rn thinking abt this my god

i love the, "your dad hates james" trope because i feel like it would be so true. traditional fathers ain't gonna like metalhead james now, are they...

both your parents were in bed, you on the phone to james, trying to talk quietly and not laugh too hard at his stupid jokes. until it all goes quiet and you both get that feeling of longing, deep in your gut. and james would obviously speak on it first, muttering:

"i miss you."

"we spent the whole day together," you'd try and joke but you understood him. you missed him too.

"i know but i can't stop thinking about you, baby."

you'd feel your face heat up and a wide smile pull at your cheeks. and you'd pull the covers up to your face to stifle your giggles. and silence again until you got an idea...a rather stupid idea.

"why don't you come over? i'll sneak you in, mom and dad are asleep."

there's silence on the other end and you wonder what he's thinking. but he speaks shortly after and the ache in your cheeks is worsened by another smile.

"when did you get so rebellious huh? seems i'm rubbing off on you, what would your father say?"

"i'm sure he'd throw a fit."

"bet he'd be even more mad if he woke up and found me fucking his daughter."

"stop talking before i change my mind."

"okay, okay. i'll be over in five. back door?"

"back door."

"see you soon, baby."

you'd hear the familiar buzzing of the phone and the brewing anticipation at the loss of james's voice on the other end. you'd pull the covers off you, taking a deep breath before being as silent as possible and padding along the hallway in your pyjamas, making sure not to step on any steps that would creak as you descended the stairs.

you'd wait impatiently at the back door, glancing upstairs anxiously. and you'd be so caught up in getting caught that you don't notice james's figure in the darkness, standing outside the door, waiting for you. you'd jump when he tapped once on the glass, cursing him as you let him through the door.

"you asshole." you'd chastise.

"your asshole." his lips would be on yours as soon as he walked through the door, catching you off guard as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you like he'd just come home from war.

"james," you'd whisper in between kisses. "james." there's a push to his chest as you try and get his attention.

"mhm."

"not here." he'd pull away, blue eyes shining in the moonlight, lips wet from sloppy kisses.

you'd drag him by the hand, guiding him up the stairs and showing him where to step. he's more graceful than you thought and as you close the door, you let out a breath and lean against the wall, smiling at him and shaking your head.

"why do we do these things?"

he'd sit down on your bed, legs spread apart and a look of calm on his face that made you incredibly jealous.

"cause we're stupid." he'd pat his thigh. "now come here and let's make all this worthwhile."

you'd tiptoe over to him, perching yourself on his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck, lips meeting his. sloppy, open-mouthed kisses were shared, his lips trailing down your jaw and your neck and collarbone, moving softly back up to your lips again.

"we gotta be quiet." you'd mutter as he pushed you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you, and pulling his shirt off in the process. he'd lean down to kiss your neck again, sucking hard, most definitely leaving a mark. goddamn asshole.

"i think that applies to you more than me, sweetheart." his hands would be roaming under your shirt, trailing along the peaks of your nipples and making you shiver.

"i can be quiet." your chest would be heaving and your breathing would be uneven. he'd laugh at you and shake his head.

"obviously."

you didn't even have time to reply because he was peeling your shirt off you, wasting no time as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked softly.

a soft whimper would leave your lips and he'd pull away.

"quiet, baby." he'd hook his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, shimmying them down your legs, silently rejoicing as he saw you were wearing no panties. "don't want daddy hearing you."

"shut up." there was a need for him, a carnal desire deep inside you that was begging for him. you'd been deprived of him for too long. it was always hard to find times when you could have sex. you couldn't at your house because your dad would never allow it, he never seemed to want to at his house and parking his borrowed truck in an empty parking lot was never as intimate as you wanted. the only time you could ever let go was when you were down by your little creek, under the privacy of the moon or the sun. and you needed him. "please, fuck me. i missed you so much, i need you." you'd be rambling and writhing and he couldn't even pretend he wasn't just as needy.

"i know." he'd struggle with his belt buckle, impatiently pulling it out of the loops on his jeans. and you'd watch with lustful eyes as he pulled his pants down, his underwear with it. he was half-hard already and as he leaned down to kiss you again, you knew it wouldn't take long before he was ready entirely.

he'd tease you for a few moments longer, toying with your clit and dragging his fingers up and down your slit. you'd scratch at his back in desperation.

"c'mon jamie, please." he was sucking your nipples, the tip of his finger slipping inside you.

you could feel his cock against your leg, hard and heavy and ready for you. and he'd look up at you with hooded eyes, kissing up to your lips before whispering:

"stay quiet."

you'd run your fingers through his hair and nod, a small "i will" passing your lips before he kissed you again and pumped himself twice, lining up with your entrance.

he'd slide in slowly and quietly, a hand slapping over your mouth as he inched further and further in. his jaw would be clenched and he'd drop his head to the crook of your neck, trying to stifle his own noises.

and the first thrust, you'd whimper, too loud for his liking.

"c'mon, baby. you can stay quiet for me yeah?" he'd push your hair out of your face and move slowly inside you, dragging the head of his cock against your sweet spot. "breathe through it."

you'd do as he asked, eyes fluttering shut and trying to regulate your breathing.

"there you go...fuck." both hands would be in your hair, his head resting in the crook of your neck and hips meeting yours with every slow thrust.

"god, you feel so good." you'd moan softly, burying your face in the pillows and gripping onto his shoulders. your legs would be wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. your head would be spinning, your body on fire as you tried desperately not to make a sound.

"doing so well." you weren't sure how he was remaining so composed and how apart from the occasional grunt, his noises were kept to a minimum. and when his hand reached down between the two of you to circle your clit, you knew you were done for.

you'd slap a hand over your mouth, bucking your hips involuntarily and chasing after your orgasm.

your breathing would be laboured and there was a layer of sweat coating your body as you felt the surmounting pleasure build inside you.

"james." it would be the softest of whimpers, murmured breathlessly as you felt it building and building until it snapped. and james would be shushing you, the movement of his hips erratic as your heart raced.

"there you go." he'd mutter incoherent praises, small panting breaths coming from his lips before he quickly pulled out of you and finished himself off in his hand, his spend coating your stomach.

there'd be a moment of calm, smiles on both your faces as james rested on top of you. and then, both your hearts stopped.

the door of your parent's bedroom opened and there was the unmistakable sound of footsteps. you were both still, too scared to move. but the light of the bathroom was turned on and the door locked behind them and you breathed a sigh of relief, trying to slow your beating heart.

james had to stifle his laugh as he lay down beside you, letting you curl into his side and bury your face in his chest.

neither of you spoke until the bedroom door was closed again and your dad's snores were unmistakable.

"well that was fun." you'd smile into his chest, shaking your head.

"that was the scariest thing ever."

"don't worry, your dad loves me he would've been fine with it."

you'd smack his chest lightly and kiss him once again.

"he doesn't like when you're fully dressed and we're sitting five feet apart, i'm almost certain he'd despise you if he found you on top of his only daughter with your cum on her stomach."

he'd laugh at you and you'd share more kisses until he announced that he had to go.

"can't you stay? i'll wake you up early and sneak you out before dad wakes up."

"i've got work early."

you'd pout at him and sigh.

"I forgot about that." he'd be crawling off the bed, picking up his clothes and pulling them on. "i'll come see you at some time during your shift."

he'd be pulling on his shirt, hair messy and unfortunately, fully dressed.

"i've got beer."

"i've got cigs."

he'd smile and lean down, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"beer, cigarettes and a pretty girl. when did i get so lucky?" you'd laugh softly and pull him down to your mouth, catching his lips in a soft kiss before letting go.

"i'll sneak myself out. you get some sleep."

"okay."

they'd be a certain sadness in the air, neither of you wanting to leave the other.

"i'll see you all day tomorrow."

"i know."

"then don't be so pouty."

he'd be near the door, not eager to leave.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and he'd be out the door and you wouldn't be able to hear him as he exited the house, smiling because he did listen when you told him to not step in certain places cause they creak. he always did listen. and the smile wouldn't leave your face as you slept, impatiently anticipating the morning.

this was much longer than anticipated...

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #james hetfield x reader #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡ #james hetfield smut #james hetfield blurb #small town au #can you tell i'm going crazy over small town james???? #it's fucking me up

[30-3am]

It’s so over Alana

THE HAND ON THE HIP LORD HELP ME 😭

I'M JUST SO....RAHHH I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #papa het #doubletalkingmaeve #alana's faves ♡ #i've had an onslaught of new james content #by onslaught i mean two pictures #which is #quite frankly #way too much for me #i need him #to stop #making #me #insane.

[30-3am]

just look at him. that’s all i ask. look.

please i'm going insane over this era.

i want him to facefuck me so bad. 99' james would definitely give you the most eyewatering facefuck ever. like hands gripping your hair, hips thrusting in time with your head and him just fucking moaning above you typa facefuck.

and when he's finished, he's gripping your chin and dragging you up off your knees so he can shove his tongue down your throat.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #superi0rityc0mplex #alana's faves ♡ #gee you're gonna kill me #this man would be so rough with you in this era #it actually makes me feral

[30-3am]

He looks so good I’m physically holding back tears

https://x.com/jaymzclips/status/1699928510075183259?s=46

i fell to my knees. i cannot. omfg.

LOOK AT HIM.

i literally should be standing next to him with his hand around my waist and him introducing me to everyone 🙄

i find it so cute how intimidated the kid looks tho 😭 like that would literally be me icl.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #papa het #doubletalkingmaeve #alana's faves ♡ #i fell to my knees #why have i JUST seen this #god he's so peepaw cowboy

[30-3am]

god he is just so.

i need him

it's actually shocking to me that he's almost 60. i can't deal with that he just looks so good.

he's a prime dilf. he's up there with the a-listers of dilf.

i want him. i need him.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #heavnlyhetfield #alana's faves ♡ #the second pic #the way he's staring #was thinking ab the interactions i had with him again #and cried #he makes me cry #he makes me throw up and sob i want him so bad

[30-3am]

modern!80s!james is the type of bf to send you voice memos of him literally just fucking burping. like you'll be in the middle of a conversation over text and then out of nowhere, you get a voice memo of him letting out the most disgusting burp known to man.

i also feel like he facetimes you randomly when he's in the shower???? idk why I get that vibe I just do. and it works vice versa too. if you facetime him when he's in the shower he'll still pick up, you've seen his dick plenty of times before what does it matter if you see it while he's taking a shower

in short, my brain is rotting over modern!80s!james.

he literally would and it's so disgusting. it'll be a seven second voice note of the burp and then him saying "that was a good one." and you have to text back saying "you're disgusting, we were literally having a serious conversation."

and he would definitely facetime in the shower just because why not?? you both have serious conversations whilst he's showering and you're just...in the bathroom. so why shouldn't he get to have that all the time??? and sometimes when he picks up and you see him literally standing in the shower you have to remind him that his phone is not waterproof and he should at least put it somewhere safe so you two can talk or just don't talk at all.

"it's okay i'll just make sure it doesn't get wet!"

"baby, you are going to drop it at some point, please put the phone down."

"eh, it'll be fine."

he's so silly 🤭

#alana's thoughts #james hetfield #metallica #modern!80s!james #modern!metallica #modern au #james hetfield x reader #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡

[30-3am]

Felt like you might want this

Ok bye have a good day 😘

you are right to assume that i would want a picture of axl.

i always want pictures of axl.

#alana's thoughts #axl rose #guns n roses #the ball gag #the fucking ball gag #the open pants #the torso #RAHH #i want him #urmomsahoe420 #alana's faves ♡

[30-3am]

thinking about being a hopeless damsel in distress that outlaw!james finds and decides he's gonna take care of me

not knowing how to keep yourself living after your family is killed, and james finds you half starved to death outside of your home. he'll hold you while you cry helplessly to him about how you don't know what to do, not even caring that you're telling this to what is very obviously an outlaw. not caring that this "dangerous" man could kill and rob you right then because what would it matter if he did? he wouldn't get much, and you'd get the sweet release of death alongside the rest of your late family.

he'll teach you to hunt for yourself, how to trap for yourself, and he'll come back every other week to check up on you, which eventually turns to every week, which turns to every other day, until he's spending nights in a row in the spare room of your old family home because he was in the area and he just wanted to make sure you're okay.

the tension between you two would grow every time you saw each other, and when he comes to visit you after a two week expedition with his "group" he always talks about, both of you would finally snap.

you'll have had supper, and you'd just be talking to each other as you cleaned up together, happier than you would've ever imagined you could be after your parents' and brothers' deaths. and james feels oddly domesticated by you, but he oddly enjoys it.

while you're cleaning up, you'll trip over a loose board in the floor, immediately dropping the bowls you held and almost falling flat on your face into them, only for james to easily catch you.

his arms would be so warm around you, so strong. and you'd be able to feel your heart beating out of your chest as you looked up at him, your eyes wide as they met his own.

"you alright, sweetheart?" he'd murmur, the nickname he'd mindlessly called you many a time before making your cheeks turn a shade of light pink. you'd just nod as you swallowed your nerves. "y'sure?" he'd ask softly, adjusting you in his arms and pulling you closer.

your breath would catch in your throat at the feeling of his broad chest pressing against your own, and you'd rest your hands on his muscled chest. you'd nod, "uh-huh,"

"good," the blonde outlaw would practically whisper, but he wouldn't let go of you. his baby blues would flicker from your eyes down to your plump lips and then back again. after a moment, he'd place his calloused hand against your cheek, a longing sigh leaving him as he did so. "y'er beautiful," the words would just slip from his mouth, and your breath would catch in your throat once more at his actions.

before you knew it, his lips would be on yours, and the rest is up to your imagination.

this is so fucking long and not very good im sorry baby 😭 anyways bet you can't tell what rdr2 side mission this is based off of teehee

i've been giggling about this concept for DAYS. literal days. i need to be his escape from the gang he's in. i wanna be the girl he protects with his life. i wanna be the girl he doesn't wanna leave alone because he knows how vulnerable i am living alone.

i cannot bear it anymore i need outlaw!james. i need it with everything i have.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #outlaw!james #outlaw!james hetfield #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡ #if the rest is up to my imagination #then i imagine he fucks me real soft #and then we spend a day in bed #fucking. #we fuck for a day #until he has to go back #and as soon as he comes back to me he starts kissing me #and mumbling about how much he's missed me #(and my pussy) #🤗

[30-3am]

while we’re talking about 90s james i’m going to use this time to mention my very specific love for 1999 james!!!! the short hair and the way he was so buff and powerful…man the things he could do

1999 JAMES PLEASE

he does it on purpose. like look how big and beefy he is. the little beard as well and the short hair he just looks so dilfy.

you can tell this was the start of his dilfiness. literally want him to overpower me and whisper dirty things in my ear 🤭

#james hetfield #metallica #alana’s thoughts #superi0rityc0mplex #alana's faves ♡ #james my beloved #80s metal #metal #i love this era #it was too short #it needed to be longer #i need the mid-length hair back again

[30-3am]

i’m frothing at the mouth rn, and seeing these pictures made me remember that i had a dream last night where i touched dave’s hair and kissed his forehead. his hair was very soft. and i need him so bad rn i think i’ll cry

EARLY DAVE WITH HIS SHORT HAIR AND GLAM METAL FASHION SENSE HAS ME SOBBING

he's so slutty, i need to grip his hair while he eats me out 😫

#alana's thoughts #dave mustaine #megadeth #metal #80s metal #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡ #why did the dave asks stop??? #guys pls i need more #i miss my little asshole

[30-3am]

i actually took this pic after riding his face

the towel was there to catch the mess we made 🤭 bro genuinely looks like he ate you out and is tryna get his breath back cause he wouldn't let up the whole time...

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡ #i'm sorry but i always go feral over this pic #cause its so suggestive #and sexy #i wanna lick his happy trail

[30-3am]

sitting with rancher!james in his truck, driving around vail doing farm chores, and folsom prison blues comes on and he just goes HAM

thumping his palm on the steering wheel and tapping his big ass foot and singing with the best johnny cash impression he can muster

when he sings “i hang my head and cry” he drops his voice as low as it can go just to make you laugh

yes this is me coming out as a johnny cash enjoyer. summer’s coming fast up here and for me that’s classic country weather

JOHNNY CASH MY LOVE

this is one of the cutest things i've had in my inbox...you'd just be sitting there, giggling in the passenger seat while he sings at the top of his lungs, putting on an overexaggerated country accent. as soon as the intro starts, he's turning it up, expressing his love for the song. and telling you to sing along with him.

also, if it was the live version, he'd say the "hi, i'm johnny cash," bit at the start and be all cute and UGHHH

he also uses your hand as a microphone and you genuinely get worried he's gonna crash the truck. and as soon as the song is over (and it's over quick because it's way too short and needs to be longer) he's laughing and telling you how good he sounded.

"best johnny cash impression you've ever heard right, baby?"

"sure..." and you'd just be giggling, smiling wide as the engine hums and james chuckles to himself.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #heavnlyhetfield #alana's faves ♡ #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fluff #rancher!james hetfield #i'm going to sob #i feel sick this is so cute #best way to get me going is mention johnny cash #i miss that man #legend that he is #anyways #fee thank you #this is the cutest thing #i #no #stop

[30-3am]

my mind is going at a million miles an hour over the small town au.

im thinking about being in highschool with him, and im also just thinking about the classic trope of your father hating him. but james does not give a fuck. he's doing the whole throwing pebbles at your window thing and when you finally open your window, he's there, a wide grin on his cute lil face with a six pack of beer he somehow scored and a hendrix album in hand and he goes "hi!" way too loud

and then on summer days when neither of you are working, you'll go to the community pool together or a creek nearby and cool off. then you'll go into town and get ice cream together.

and then if it's early enough and your father is still at work, you're taking him back to your house and pulling him up toward your room. your mom will see you and him coming in, and she's greeting you both while you rush him up toward you're room, but not before he stops and waves to your mom, saying "hi, mrs. Y/L/N!"

he's such a dork i hate him

I LOVE THIS

i'm definitely gonna have to write something like this in the summer.

your dad hates him so much. he thinks he's a bad influence with his long hair and his shoes that are falling apart at the seams. your mom has to stop your dad from hitting him because every time he comes through the door he has a smug smile on his face and he'll say "hi, sir. real nice day today isn't it?"

and you're death staring him but he just ignores your silent pleas and continues to try and make small talk. he'll comment on the news (he read the headline on his neighbour's newspaper that morning) and he'll compliment your mom and tell her how lovely her hair looks. you don't know whether to laugh or cry so you just hide your smile behind your hand and wait until he's done, giggling when you finally get him to your room.

"you are such an asshole." you hit him on the shoulder and he just laughs at you.

"whatever. you know you love me."

cause you're in such a small town, it's hard to find spots that some other curious teenagers haven't already found but you and james have your own little creek you'd found when you were both 12 and ever since, you'd go there every summer. you'd lay out towels and james would be in his shorts (yall know what beach pics i'm thinking of) and you'd be in a bikini, denim shorts overtop.

"you've got nice tits, i ever tell you that?"

"stop looking at my tits, james."

"but they're right there you expect me not to look?"

and that creek is where all the deep convos happen. where the six packs get demolished and a pack of cigarettes is halved. james held you when you cried about how much you hated your dad and you'd held james when he told you about his situation at home. it's where your relationship always deepens. every summer, you seem to bond even more near that creek.

when you first got together, he said i love you (in a non-platonic way) for the first time near the creek and you both fucked on the grass (once or twice.)

gonna start planning a fic for this soon because i love the idea so, so much.

#alana's thoughts #metallica #james hetfield #james my beloved #metal #80s metal #bubbledtee #alana's faves ♡ #james hetfield x reader #small town james my beloved #imma have to work out a timeline for this #cause i'm still unsure #but either way send me more lore while i work it out

[30-3am]

small town eighties james has me by my heart sigh

when james gets off his shift early he visits you at the local convenience store with his borrowed pickup where you're behind the register working the late shift over the summer. or, on some days, he occasionally walks over to the diner just across from the guitar store when he's on lunch break. you're working your early shifts over there, and when he walks in, he never misses out on firing out a snarky remark about the coffee stain on your uniform or how he realized you're wearing yesterday's makeup with the same cherry red lipstick slightly staining your lips (you throw a snide about his day-drinking, he calls it even).

if you're taking the late shift at night, then you're sure as hell going to find his pickup parked outside the lot when you close down, window rolled down with his arm hanging out, ready to drive you just about anywhere. you've got your feet up on the dash, lighting up a cigarette you share with him and looking through his collection of cassettes, finally picking one out to push it into the player while he drives around the town to nowhere in mind.

when nights get particularly restless after a day's work is done, the two of you are talking about whatever comes to mind in the back of the truck parked in an empty lot (or, more times than not, finding james knocking on the window to your room with a sixer of beer in his hand and a record in another, ready to play it on *your* turntable since he knocked his over and broke it last summer)

can you tell im really lovin this idea lana cause i am

MORE LORE YAY

i love the idea of you working at a diner cause he’ll always come in and try and distract you. it got so bad at one point that the manager had to tell you to get him gone or you’re getting fired.

and you’d come back from your little telling off and he’d be eagerly waiting for you to tell him what was said.

“you almost got me fired asshole.”

“good! now i can spend more time with you.”

“shut up and leave me alone before i slap you.”

and he’d slam down some money on the counter to pay for the pie he ordered (and ate in under two minutes) and give your head a little pat before heading out and telling you he’ll pick you up when your shift ends.

a lot of the time, you’ll be at james’s work and you always love it there cause it’s quiet, air-conditioned and the stoner owner doesn’t mind if james drinks on the job. and you don’t have to do much but sit there and tell him about a gross customer you had the other day.

he’d be doing all this technical stuff with the guitars, a beer next to him and two cigarettes in the ashtray. and you’d be sitting on the cashier counter, shorts on, hair messy and face sweaty from your bike over there, ranting about life.

“you know what he said?”

“what?”

“i don’t need sugar i’m sweet enough.”

he’d raise his eyebrows at you and laugh a little.

“can you believe that? what a cheesy line. and he was staring at my tits the entire time!” you’d take a drag of your cigarette and continue venting to him about how shitty your manager is and how bad the tips are if your hair is messy and you’ve got no makeup on.

he���d just nod along, fiddling with the guitar, occasionally commenting on something. and at first glance, it looks like he’s not listening, but you know he is. he always listens. he can always answer your questions, and can always remember some detail not even you can recall.

also, he’s definitely the type of guy to throw rocks at your window and when you finally look down to see him, his arms are thrown wide open and he’s beaming up at you.

“why didn’t you use the front door, jackass? you’ll chip my goddamn window.”

“this is much more romantic, missy, now let me in.”

i’m so obsessed with this rn i’m sorry

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[30-3am]

thank you for asking for modern!80s!james thoughts because my brain has been flooded with them lately.

lately i’ve just been thinking about being his passenger princess. like when you go on long road trips with him, you’ll be in charge of music and giving him directions as they come from the gps (which sometimes ends up in confusion and a little bit of frustration on both your parts). and you’ll be sat in the passengers seat, bundled up in a nice blanket and occasionally feeding him fries from his mcdonald’s meal you’d have stopped at the drive thru for.

and he’ll have his hand on your thigh almost the entire drive, and if you’re quiet for a little longer than his liking he’ll look at you and go “you alright, baby?” so soft and sweet and ygwheneinsidne

also you definitely have a collaborative spotify playlist with him that’s designated just for road trips usgejdneie

this is starting to make me think about going to the beach with him and spending nights on the boardwalk together but we’ll save that for another time 🤗🤗

when you're with james, you're never driving. it's been established that you are the passenger. he is the driver. and it hasn't changed since you've been together.

just imagining going on a road trip to see family at thanksgiving/christmas and having to wake up early. so you bring your blanket and your pillow and you get to adjust the ac and determine how hot or cold it is in the car. and the playlist has already been made and is playing as you drive out of the driveway.

the first hour you fall asleep and james keeps glancing over at you as he drives, smiling at your parted mouth and your snores (he also takes pictures of you and has a whole album of sleeping pics in his phone). he also secretly turns down the heat while you're asleep because you always have it a touch too hot.

he'd be impatient as he waited for you to wake up because it's been an hour of not talking to you so he'd, not so sneakily, taunt you with mcdonalds.

"babe, wake up." he'd lightly smack your face, eyes flicking between you and the road. "what do you want from mcdonalds?"

once you'd secured the goods, you'd be fully awake, the music drifting from the stero and passing james his food. and obviously, cause it's mcdonalds, the orders wrong and jamie does not get the chocolate milkshake he asked for.

"they gave you a coke."

"what?"

"they didn't give us a chocolate milkshake."

and he'd huff and mutter about how he wanted to dip his fries in his milkshake (yes he's that typa guy).

you'd also have a mandatory karaoke session and a mandatory james monologue as he complains about how a particular band fell off and how their new stuff isn't good.

and gps with james is just...you laugh at it when it's all said and done but he gets so frustrated.

"i missed the goddamn turn."

"just turn around. or find another route."

and the gps would be telling him different directions and he'd get so mad.

"turn this fucking thing off."

"how are we gonna get there without it?"

"there's a map in the trunk, i'll get that out."

also, giving james a blowjob while he's driving is in my mind but that's a separate thing. onward.

at one point, you'd get quiet because you'd been driving for hours and there's always a point on road trips where the car gets silent. so, james would find the nearest gas station where you could both stretch your legs, take a piss and get some snacks. (also to fill up the car because he forgot to do that before the road trip.)

also, if you were on a particularly scenic road trip, james would pull over at all the best places and you'd both walk around, hand in hand and if it was quiet, he'd kiss you and hold you while you looked at the view.

i got so carried away...oh well!!!

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