Hi Guys!

this is so cute 😭😭

heyy I just found your page and you're talented as hell! I wanted to send in a little request.

ok so, 80s or RTL era James and reader are best friends, they are having a sleepover,then she wakes sweating profusely because of a nightmare. she tries to sleep again, she tosses and turns on the bed bit thats doesn't work,and finally wakes James. when he notices how afraid she is, he tries comforting her.

This is fucking adorable, lets be honest we all know they have crushes on each other

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ¹⁹⁸⁴

I threw the frayed, flimsy sleeping bag on the floor of James's bedroom, directly next to his bed. I didn't mind that the fabric was nearly threadbare and provided little comfort. All that mattered was that I was at James's house.

Though it was equally ancient and lumpy as the sleeping bag, I gratefully accepted James's insistence on lending me an extra pillow. I gave it a tight grip and stared up at him, enjoying the feel of the velvety material on my cheek.

With a cheeky smile on his face, James was lying flat on his bed and staring at me. The little lamp on his bedside table created a soft, yellow glow that warmed the space and gave it a cozy, personal feel.

His guitar rested against the far corner, and his hanging posters of metal bands lined the walls. I could let my guard down and be who I am here and it felt like a second home.

"Do you remember that time Lars tried to balance on one leg and play drums?" James commented, amusement alive in his eyes.

I burst into giggles, burying my face in the pillow. “Oh God, yes... He almost took out the entire drum set.”

James laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my heart swell. “He’s such a dumbass. I don’t know how he stays upright most of the time, let alone play drums.”

Each story was funnier than the last, and before long, we were both crying with laughter. That kind of chuckle that just makes everything a bit better.

“Hey, you know what’s weird?” James spoke abruptly, his tone now gentler. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.”

I noticed the vulnerable expression on his face as I glanced up at him. "Neither can I," I said. "Recently, life has been so busy. It's I've missed hanging out.

James gave a nod, fixing his gaze on mine. There was a brief but comfortable silence during which we simply exchanged glances and knew everything about the other without any words being spoken.

"I love you being here," he muttered.

I answered, "Always," reaching up to give him a firm squeeze. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, you know that."

He smiled, that lopsided grin that always made my heart miss a beat. As the hours passed, our voices became softer and our words became shorter.

I was really happy as I snuggled onto the extra pillow he'd given me. The fact that I was lying on the floor in a tacky sleeping bag didn't matter. It mattered that James and I were together in this utterly perfect moment. The things that brought beauty to life , was this, James.

With drooping eyelids, I whispered a, "Goodnight, James."

He breathed back, "Goodnight," his voice low with drowsiness.

And then, with the comfort of the man beside me, I allowed myself drift off.

I startled awake, breathing urgently and shallowly as my heart hammered in my chest. Sweat was pouring down my face and the flimsy sleeping bag was sticking to my skin.

The nightmare that had pulled me from sleep had left my mind a disorganized mix of visuals, but they were beginning to fade into the shadows, leaving me with nothing but an uneasy sense of dread.

I sat up and attempted to calm my breathing while sliding a shaking hand through my hair. The only sound in the pitch black, silent room was James's even, gentle breathing from his bed.

I looked across at him and felt an ocean of relief when I noticed how unbothered he was. The last thing I wanted was to wake him up, especially being the one crashing at his place.

I took a deep breath, pulled my knees up to my chest, and tried to push the nightmare's last fragments away. The hard, cold floor felt even more unforgiving at this point. I lay back down, clutching James' lumpy pillow to my chest, inhaling his scent.

I forced myself to go back to sleep and closed my eyes. I rolled around on the hard floor, attempting to find any spot that was comfortable. I felt as though the cold seeped through the sleeping bag, causing me to be cooled to the bone. The bag provided very little to cushion me.

I let the pattern of James's steady breathing relax me as I concentrated on it. Slow and steady, in and out. My breath matched his. But sleep eluded me no matter how hard I tried.

All I want in this moment is James. My James.

After a while I quit  trying to make it work and just laid there, gazing upwards.

I finally reached my breaking point. I needed to feel safe, to feel warmth, to feel… James. I staggered upright, making the room to spin a little as I moved. I trembled as I knelt over his bed and gave him a little shoulder shake without thinking twice.

Whispering, "James," my voice wavered. "James, wake up."

He slolwly stirred awake, peering at me in the half light as he opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked his voice sluggish from sleep but immediately worried. "Are you okay?"

My eyes filled with tears, and I shook my head, incapable to think of anything to say. Rather, I naturally moved my body to rest next to him. I needed his warmth and comfort, I needed to be near him. I tugged him closer, pressing my face against his chest and gripping his shirt tightly.

James didn't hesitate for a second. He wrapped me with his arms, pressing me close to his body. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said in a comforting whisper. "I'm here. You're safe."

I felt his hand gently stroking my back, his touch sending a wave of calm through me. I pressed my face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, and felt the tension begin to drain from my body. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded me.

We had never had such an intimacy or closeness before. However, it felt perfect, like something we've both always needed. It seemed like exactly what We needed.

I felt him shift a little, repositioning himself to comfortably grasp me. He reached for my hair with his other hand and used his fingers to gently untangle knots that werent there.

I expected cuddling with James to be awkward, wrong, weird. But now that I was in his arms, his heartbeat in my ear, there was no place I'd rather be.

With his breath warm against my forehead, he whispered softly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Still unable to find my voice, I shook my head once again. I was stuck thinking, maybe I loved James a little more than just a friend.

He answered softly, "Okay," without pressuring me further. "Just know I'm here, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded, feeling the last traces of fear finally disappear. His body, his touch, and his words were all I needed to feel okay again.

James placed a delicate kiss on the top of my head. "Sleep, you need it," he said softly, making my heart ache.

And as I nodded off in his arms, I realized that I would always have this James to come back to, nightmares or not.

STOPPP ILY (my no 1 fan fr)

𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕

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you sleeping on top of myles as he talks to you in your sleep (myles pov)

the only sound in the room was her soft breathing as she slept. it was one of my favourite sounds in the world. 

I held my arms around her as she lay on top of me, in a deep and peaceful sleep. she looked so relaxed, and I couldn't help but admire her.

“you're so gorgeous when you sleep darling,” my voice was barely a whisper, not wanting to wake her, but I needed to say it. regardless of whether or not she could hear me, I was going to tell her.

I gently stroked her hair as she slept, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. she was always so beautiful, but especially when she slept. 

“I love you so much baby, so so much,” I continued to softly and quietly talk to her in her sleep, not expecting an answer, but still talking anyway. 

whenever she fell asleep on me, my eyes never left her. she was my everything, and I couldn't bring myself to look away, even for a second. her breathing filled the room, it being in slow and even breaths, and a small smile crept onto my face.

“you're so beautiful love, i love it when you sleep on top of me,” I continued playing with her hair as she slept, feeling her chest rising and falling against my body, her arms loosely around me. I continued to look down at her, falling more and more in love with her with every second I spent looking at her.

the way her arms felt around my body. the way she always had one leg up when she slept. the way she occasionally mumbled. the way her hair was always perfect and soft. the way her entire body was close to me, not leaving even an inch of space between us. everything about her made me go crazy for her.

“I love you so much darling, so so much. I know you won't hear this right now, but you mean everything to me,” as quiet as my words and voice were, I couldn't have been more honest and true with them. 

I felt her stirring slightly, wondering if she had started to wake up, but when she went still again after a few moments, I knew she was still asleep. I kept stroking her hair and tracing her skin, loving the way it felt under my fingers.

after a few more minutes, she stirred again, and I continued to look down at her as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at me.

“you have a good sleep love?”

Tommy Iommi: "What should we call our band, mate?"

Ozzie Osborne: "Hm..how about..Black Sabbath?"

Tommy: "Ok, what should we call our first album?

Ozzie: "I'm thinking maybe..."Black Sabbath"

Tommy: "That's a right good name, that, but what about our single?"

Ozzie: "hear me out-"

omg i love the new pfp its so cute

omg thank youuuu

I wanted to match my tumblr and my wattpad so they were the same (wattpad is the same username)

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why is this so real

Myles Kennedy: *Talented sexy rock God*

Also Myles Kennedy: *Complete adorkable weirdo*

The time evil Mario Duplantier bludgeoned Myles with his guitar

the low pants are EVERYTHING

I need her so bad

i’m gay im gay im gay im gay im gay im

OH MY LORD HES SO 😩😩

guys i cant stop thinking about james in like the black album era idek why. like load era is my favourite but holy shit, the long hair just screams dominant. his whole persona at that time was so hot too (controversial???) i just UGHHHH I NEED HIMMMMMMMMMM.