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30-3am · 1 month

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im tipsy as fuck n cant stop thinking abt small town james oh mY GOD😭😭😭 pls give us all a little taste just headcanons anythinggg

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . small town! james hetfield x reader

this would've been james x my oc but i thought it would gain more traction if i did it x reader (icl it is pretty much the plot of my fic tho ... sorry!)

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✪! most of the time, he's bored. nothing exciting ever goddamn happens in the damn place. so, to break up the day, he works. at the stupid gas station that's situated just off the main road.

✪! almost all that money is saved up so he can buy himself the guitar that's been hanging in the music shop window for almost a year now. no one else was cool enough to play something that looked so damn good.

✪! the rest of the money goes to beer. and although he doesn't smoke much, sometimes all the looks from the old women and the judgement from their husbands gets too much and he swipes a pack of marlboros from behind the counter and goes on his way.

✪! he doesn't have many friends - just talks to the few people who don't act like he's the most awful thing that has graced the town.

✪! and he won't lie to himself, it gets lonely.

✪! not only does he barely interact with the townspeople, he's also shit out of luck for women. when he was back in california, they were everywhere. he could go down to the beach and find them sprawled out on the sand in bikinis, walking down the road in shorts that showed off their ass and driving in convertibles with their boyfriends.

✪! then he got to the middle of fucking nowhere and suddenly, it was all old women and girls with skirts to their ankles.

✪! so he settled for one girl who was bold enough to flirt with him in the middle of his shift. she was pretty enough and he was pretty much out of options.

✪! and she was fine for a while - the on-and-off relationship he had with her. but eventually, he grew tired of being the catalyst for pissed parents.

✪! so he dropped her.

✪! and then, fuck, did it get even lonelier.

✪! the monotony of the days caught up with him. working whilst the sun was shining and then wandering aimlessly down dirt roads with a 6 pack under his arm and head full of something he couldn't quite pinpoint, during the night. a lot of the time he woke up in the cornfields or at the house he frequented that hadn't been occupied for at least forty years.

✪! and then he'd drag his feet behind him as he walked back to where he'd left his truck and drive home with a pounding head.

✪! just as the mundanity became too much, just as he thought about running fast into the sun and never turning back, you came.

✪! you walked into the gas station, looking like you were from the other side of town - not from where he resided. one of the rich catholic girls with a dad who worked on the city council.

✪! expecting the snobbishness and judgement that most showed him, you entirely surprised him as you looked at him, not with disgust, but with admiration.

✪! you looked enticed by him.

✪! and he wanted to get to know you better.

✪! as you paid for your soda and candy, you hadn't looked at him. even when he put on his customer service voice and wished you a good day, you had mumbled a "you too" under your breath and ran off.

✪! he had watched you leave, walking towards a man (who he assumed was your father) and james held his stare as he eyed him through the glass.

✪! he hoped that next time, you'd be alone. maybe you'd be a little more talkative if your asshole dad wasn't glaring at him.

✪! and, by the grace of god, you were alone the next time the bell above the door rang and you stepped in.

✪! even better, you talked.

✪! and therefore, a friendship blossomed.

✪! and finally, james' life became a little more interesting.

✪! when the relationship progressed out of the walls of the gas station, he'd taken you in his truck and shown you the abandoned house he'd found. he'd dragged you through the fields and to the outskirts of town where you had confessed you had never been before.

✪! most importantly, he took you to the lake - situated just a short walk from his house.

✪! in the summer, when it was a hot and sticky afternoon, he had taken you, by the hand, and led you to the body of water he called his own - that he refused to share with anyone.

✪! you'd talked to him about your parents, about your life, about your friends and family - things that you'd confessed you hadn't told anyone else before.

✪! you'd talked until the sun set and the moon rose.

✪! and you'd panicked about your parents and how it was way past curfew, but your stress fell on deaf ears. because james couldn't stop thinking about how damn beautiful you looked: slightly sunkissed, the light of the moon catching on the side of your face.

✪! maybe it was the heat driving him insane that made him think it was a good idea to kiss you. or maybe, over the months he'd spent in your company, he'd fallen deeply in love with you. it was most likely the latter.

✪! but he had held your face between his hands and silenced your hysteria with a kiss.

✪! the fire in him blazed when you kissed back.

✪! slowly, friendship turned into relationship, days spent sneaking around and stealing kisses. nights spent laughing and touching and skinny dipping in the lake.

✪! the bank of the lake was where he'd taken you for the first time - both wet and naked as you gripped onto his shoulders and pressed kiss after kiss on his lips.

✪! almost every time you were together, you would talk about running away, making plans and stories in your heads of where you would go. together.

✪! all either of you wanted was to get in his truck and drive far away. he'd promised you, with a kiss to your forehead that he would show you california one day - that he would find a way to get you out of there.

✪! then, your parents found out about your interactions with him. and although they didn't know the extent of the relationship, it was enough to force you to stop seeing him.

✪! they wouldn't let you out of the house, and if you did leave, they would have to supervise you.

✪! once again, james was left alone.

✪! he started drinking a lot more. more than he used to.

✪! because he hadn't heard a word from you in weeks. all he could assume was that you'd left him - that you didn't wanna be around him anymore.

✪! he'd called your house one time but a male voice sounded from the other end and he'd put the phone down out of fear.

✪! weeks and weeks and weeks you didn't talk to him and it truly felt like he was sinking.

✪! so one random night, he'd gathered all the cash he had saved up, packed his bags and clambered into his truck. he was headed for california. he'd already called relatives that would let him stay with them until he got on his feet.

✪! he was all set for home.

✪! as he began driving, he knew you were supposed to be coming with him. it was wrong that you weren't huddled into the passenger seat, rifling through his cassettes and toying with the radio.

✪! but he left either way. because he couldn't stand the place before you and he despised it after you. it was impossible to stay there.

✪! he left without a word and you never saw him again.

✪! all you got was a postcard from california in the mail that read "thank you for making that town bearable. i would've lost myself if you weren't there."

✪! it wasn't signed yet you knew exactly who it was from and, as soon as you held it and stared at the return address he'd crammed into the corner, you knew exactly where you were heading.

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this went in a completely different direction than i thought it would. it was supposed to be cute little headcannons yet i gave an entire plot lol. and someone take angst away from me omfg either way, i hope you enjoyed reading. it's something to tide you over whilst i keep working on the 90s james one shot and barefoot.

#alana's writing #james hetfield #metallica #small town!james #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction

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spirk-trek · 4 months

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📍Riverside, Iowa: Future Birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk

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camojacketfag · 2 months

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Took a long drive to Fairmount, Indiana today to visit and photograph the farmhouse where James Dean grew up and his final resting place.

As I drove around, the plains and nothingness I’ve long grown accustomed to, swiftly began to blend alongside his iconography plastered across every corner of the small town, eventually, through its blurry symbiosis, came the quiet realization that life truly isn’t about where we come from, but about who we end up becoming.

#my photos #midwest #rural america #indiana #american gothic #James dean #americana #midwest gothic #photography #regional gothic #small town

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dizzybevvie · 1 year

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Our Life is literally perfect for living out the dream of having out a childhood crush

#LIKE WHEN QIU CALLS THE MC PRETTY... OR COVE BRINGS YOU A FIREFLY... :(#i live for the mc having the option to totally panic over Qiu's fave colour #idk if it changes depending on the hair or what but. wowie #i just feel so giddy bc im excited that the character gets to enjoy this 😭#oh to be 10 years old in a small town with a childhood best friend who you maybe sort of have a massive crush on that all adults know about #CRIES #apollo says stuff #our life #tldr i played the most recent OL:NF demo and. god Qiu is so sweet and cute #i totally wouldve fell in platonic love with him age 10 #our life now and forever #our life beginnings & always #our life qiu #tamarack baumann #our life tamarack #cove james holden #cove holden #our life cove

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remuslovebot · 10 months

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summer slasher movie with the marauders in a small town

remus lupin - the sheriff’s son

james potter - the son of the town mayor

sirius black - son of a rich family who founded and owns the town

lily evans - the girl next door

#marauders #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #all the young dudes #anything for our moony #lily evans #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #marauders x reader #slasher summer #small town #Harry Potter #harry potter hc

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supermarketcrush · 8 months

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this one is for the non americans. who else remembers being a pre-teen reading american books + listening to american songs + consuming american media all the time and constantly daydreaming what would life be if you lived in america while forgetting/ignoring your own national identity until you grew up and by then you felt like too much of a foreigner in your own skin surrounded by your land and your language

#i dont even mean americana in the james dean coca cola fourth of july sense #just like. taylor swift. john green novels. getting a driver license at 16. whitewashed suburbs. the most absolutely mundane shit #i used to have the most vivid americana fantasies about living in the suburbs and running on grass fields and roaming about small towns #terrible fantasy in hindsight what the hell is that. i was the world's most boring teenager #but if american teenager came out in say 2016/2017 it would have ruined me lol #nobody loves america more than non americans. source: east asian born and raised #🫀

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drowninginthoughts27 · 7 months

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10/10 Superstition Word Count: 1208

(injury, american football au) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus has never really liked high school football. The sickeningly loud crowd of fans packed shoulder to shoulder in the bleachers. Bright lights, streamers, and glitter everywhere you look. Food so greasy it's almost inedible. And the large hoards of irresponsible teenagers (not that he isn’t one of them from time to time).

But one thing he does like is James Potter. He’d even go as far as saying he loves James Potter. And if one way to show his never ending love and support for his boyfriend is to attend each and every one of his football games so be it.

When his parents first moved to America for work reasons, sending him to a Hogwarts public highschool, he vowed to stay as far away from anything remotely stereotypically American that he could. Never in a million years had he pictured this being his life. Supporting his football player boyfriend at each and every one of his games.

Nevertheless, there he stands at the top of the bleachers during a home game playing their rival school; Durmstrang. Next to an even more enthusiastic Pandora. Who's more focused on Lily, who is standing with the rest of the cheerleaders, than the actual game in front of her. He’s dressed in James’ spare jersey, matching glitter on his cheekbones, cheering him on.

It’s nearing the end of the second quarter with only three minutes remaining. The score is 45-3 with the home team in the lead and it's looking like they're gonna win.

James had been freaking out earlier because Regulus hadn’t been able to kiss him good luck before he ran out onto the field. Regulus had gotten there late on account of the terrible traffic around town and the incredibly long line to get in. Resulting in him not making it there in time to run out to the practice fields next to the field the team would be playing on. But James was superstitious like that, fearing that they would lose and as both their captain and their star player he would let down the entire team. Regulus would think it was a load of bullshit if it wasn’t coming from James Potter and his absolutely adorable pregame traditions.

Thankfully Pandora had saved Regulus a spot on the bleachers and he was able to get there before the kickoff. James was still spamming his phone with worried texts but he was starting to calm down due to the adrenaline of the game beginning to kick in. Regulus plans on running down during halftime to make it up to him.

Regulus has picked up a fair amount of football knowledge from attending so many games. He’s watching the field intently, following James as he runs. The ref calls a penalty on Durmstrang due to illegal contact, stopping the clock.

All the players go to return to their initial positions except for one. For whatever reason James doesn’t move, laying there helplessly on the 35 yard mark of the field. Of course Regulus isn’t the only one who noticed. The medic instantly runs onto the field as the rest of the players exit it. The cheerleaders and players on the sidelines kneel.

Regulus’ heart drops.

The world around him pauses. Everyone in the bleachers around him sits down leaving Regulus standing alone. “James, not my James!” is the only thought that runs through his brain.

In the distance, he can hear the muffled sounds of the commentator talking, something about number 17 being injured, and the indistinct chatter of people watching trying to figure out what's going on. He can vaguely feel Pandora tugging at his sleeve in an attempt to get him to sit down.

Eventually he does, heart pounding in his chest and the taste of bile at the back of his throat. He can barely think past James lying there on the field.

James appears responsive but barley. Regulus watches as the medic tries to get James to move, asking him questions in the process. James still doesn’t move much, unable to sit up from where he lays the field.

Somebody motions to the awaiting ambulance to send the EMTs out. Regulus grows increasingly more nervous by each and every antagonizing second.

The EMT’s rush out with a stretcher and yet another med bag. Approaching James and trying to get him onto the stretcher.

It’s no use, they’ve gotten James to a half sitting up position but he’s shaking his head frantically saying something Regulus can’t make out. The team manager is there now, radioing up to someone. Which sends Regulus into even further his distressed frenzy.

The commentator's voice booms, snapping Regulus out of his rapid spiraling, “Can we have Regulus Black on the field? Regulus Black to the field.”

Regulus remains frozen on the bleachers, all eyes now trained on him. Pandora nudges his arm, urging him to get back up.

“Go, go!” she whispers.

On shaky legs he stands, weaving his way through the crowds of people and off the bleachers. Everyone's eyes remain pinned on him, the faint hum of curious people filling the silence hanging in the air.

Once he reaches the side lines one of the many people standing next to James spots him, waving him over.

Picking up his pace he crosses the field crouching besides James and giving him a worried look. James returns it with a weak smile.

“He refused to get up without you near him,” one of the EMTs speaks up from behind them.

“You didn’t kiss me before the game,” James pouts at a whisper only Regulus can hear. James is clearly dazed and out of it but Regulus knows that even on a good day James would have requested for him to be there. The thought that even in the most trying times he’s at the front of James’ mind warms Regulus' heart a bit.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispers back.

“I’ll get up now,” James decides, voice strained and cracking.

“Alright then,” someone else says.

It’s all a blur as they get James up and onto the awaiting stretcher, walking him off the field with Regulus walking besides him.

Once they get James into the ambulance he begins to protest yet again.

“I’m not leaving without him!” James cries.

The EMT standing next to James looks back at Reguous. He’s about to hit the doors to the ambulance. The EMT opens his mouth to protest but then sighs in defeat.

“Get in!”

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Upon arriving at the hospital James had been diagnosed with a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Rendering him unable to play for the next two to four weeks.

Later that night Sirius had informed them that their team did in fact win with an end score of 47-9.

The hospital admitted James to stay overnight for observations. Once again refusing to have Regulus leave his side. So there they sit, eating awful hospital food and watching whatever show is playing on the tv.

James randomly breaks the comfortable silence between the two, “I told you my superstitions are bullshit!”

Regulus only rolls his eyes, unwilling to give into James’ irrationalities. “Pure coincidence,” he argues.

Despite all this Regulus never again misses kissing James goodluck before his game. Superstition or not.

#I didn’t have time to proof read this #so sorry about that #but…#not only is fall soooky season but it is also football season #and I may not be American #but I did go to a small town New England high school #that LOVED their sports #(especially football)#so that’s where this brain rot came from ig #lol #it didn’t turn out how I wanted it too but it’s ok #Em’s microfics #marauders #jegulus #james x regulus

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moondenss · 18 days

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#the end of the fucking world #the end of the f***ing world #james teotfw #alyssa teotfw #teotfw #jonathan entwistle #aesthetic #vintage #small town #small town aesthetic #tv shows

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lantern-lit-eyes · 8 months

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a roughly cleaned up sketch sheet for my small town horror arlo/auggie AU! more info under the cut!

general plot of the AU so far is: • auggie, who has been bounced around between foster homes since he was young, ends up being fostered by charlotte; a woman who lives in a middle of nowhere town called "oldfaire"

• he quickly realizes something is definitely.. off in the town, but no one else seems to acknowledge it. he also keeps seeing this girl wandering around strangely, and upon asking about it is repeatedly told he's better off avoiding her • said girl is arlo, who has lived in oldfaire her whole life and who is the only one aware that something is deeply wrong there • she knows this because of witnessing her childhood friend eddie going missing, along with everyone's memories of him and all physical records (she also gets her grey hand in this incident) • they become friends after arlo realizes that auggie is the only other person she's met aware something is wrong, and they decide to work together to try and unravel the mystery • (also eventually they fall in love <3 )