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husband alex maybe taking care of wife whilst she’s ill

or

just a morning lie on with husband alex/ sleepy nights

Lazy Mornings

Fluffy drabble

Words: 511

husband!Alex x wife!reader

Alex’s eyes were the first to flutter open, shivering from the cold January air hitting his skin.

You had successfully managed to pull most of the duvet off of him, hoarding it in your sleep and leaving him with the flimsy white cotton sheet. He groaned, his eyes adjusting to the light streaming in from the window as he sat up in bed. He rubbed the crust from his eyes before his tired gaze found her, and a soft smile graced his chapped lips.

He wouldn’t call himself a morning person. In fact, he was much the opposite. But he really couldn’t complain about the time when he was able to see the love of his life so peacefully sleeping.

She laid on her stomach, her arms underneath the pillow and her cheek squished against it as she snored. Her hair was a mess on the pillow, the tangled strands scattered everywhere as she breathed softly.

She was wrapped in one of his dress shirts, the white fabric rustled and falling over her shoulders just enough so the sun from the window could frame her delicate skin.

The rays stretched across her, painting her body in a golden glow.

Alex could sit and stare at her all day. His love was a work of art in every way possible, always effortlessly beautiful. He reached out and attached a finger over her soft features, the slope of her nose, her cheeks, the arch of her eyebrows. He admired every little part.

He brushed a strand of hair out of her mouth before running his fingers through it, gently untangling the knots.

It was hard not to worship his wife. It was moments like these when he realized just how lucky he was to have her, how amazing it was that she chose him.

He gave her a small kiss on the forehead, and that was when she began to stir.

Her body shifted and she let out a little groan. Her eyes fluttered open halfway before she shifted to snuggle closer to Alex, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arms around him.

He chuckled softly and wrapped and arm around her waist, pulling her closer while still running his fingers through her hair.

“Good morning, sweet…” he whispered, kissing her head. She flinched a little when she felt his icy hand on her skin.

“Jesus, Al…you’re fuckin’ freezing.” She mumbled into his neck before pulling back a little to look at his face. He rolled his eyes playfully. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t hoarded the blankets all night.” Alex chuckled.

“It was cold.” She sighed. “Besides, you emit enough heat to rival the sun.”

He tilted his head and smiled. “So why didn’t you just cuddle up to me instead? I could’ve kept you plenty warm.” Alex rubbed small circles into her lower back, then kissed her nose.

“I don’t know…” she muttered “just shut up and hold me.”

Alex sighed and shook his head, a small smile still playing on his lips.

“You’re adorable.”

“I know.”

#alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #fluff x reader #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic #domestic fluff #fem reader

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I’m bored and rotting in my house alone, someone please please PLEASE send me husband!Alex/spencer requests. I’m literally itching to write something domestic and fluffy.

#spencer reid x reader #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #criminal minds #fluff x reader #domestic fluff

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THIS IS SO CUTE.❤️❤️

Trypanophobia

Request- yes/no

Pairing- Spencer Reid x FtM!reader

Summary- spencer helps you with your T shots because your fear of needles is getting in the way <3

Warnings- Needles, discussions of fear of needles, Spencer being a pookie bear 🫶

A/N- thank you so much for the request lovie!! We love a good ftm reader ☺️🫶 and thank you everybody for all the love recently, I've had a lot of fun writing more often!!

wc- 1.1k

This wasn't supposed to happen. 

It wasn't supposed to go like this. 

Spencer was supposed to be there with you. 

The needle shook between your fingers, you could barely hold it with how intense your hands trembled. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the perpetual sound of the whirring fan above you. But the shaking wouldn't stop, you even tried your other grounding strategies, recommended by Spencer's bubbly coworker, penelope. But you couldn't get the needle straight- and you probably wouldn’t. But you had to try. 

Ill tell you, trying didn't work- you couldn't stop spiraling at the idea of a sharp object piercing your skin. And now you were left with a still full of testosterone needle on the floor next to you, tear stained cheeks, and a boyfriend who wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another four or five hours. It was a sticky situation and you were left reeling at the fact that this would have to be done at some point. You didn't want the little testosterone you could afford to go to waste, after all, the FBI is not as lucrative of a career as one might think, and you don't get paid to go to university.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, and doubts to hear the sound of the door to your apartment opening and closing again. 

Spencer. 

Your saving grace Spencer, as he always was and always would be found you sitting on the floor of the tiny bathroom, leaning against the toilet and crying with a needle in your hand. Spencer's mind immediately went to the worst, his own fears and experiences flooding his memory- but then he saw the little bottle labeled ‘Testosterone’, and lots of other little labels he couldn't read. 

“Oh darling what happened? come ’ere.”

Spencer opened his arms and invited you to lean into him, just as you often did. but today you needed it more than most days. 

“I- I i’m sorry- i shou-“

“don’t apologize- we all have hard days, just tell me what happened okay love?”

you nodded, knowing there was no arguing when he shuts down your apologies like that. his hands started rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion, trying to calm the occasional sob that still bubbled up. You took a breath before responding, trying not to let your voice crack when you spoke. 

“i tried spencer- i tried so hard to do it on my own- but I can't. And I know I should, it's just a needle it's not that big a deal! but- but-“

Words tumbled from your lips so fast that your brain could barely keep up, but you were interrupted again by Spencer pressing his lips to yours, effectively stopping you from rambling any further. When he pulled away there was a smile on his face, and you couldn't stop the small, sorrowful smile that slipped onto your lips when he kissed you. Spencer's kisses always did that, they always made you smile.

“slow down handsome, i'll do it for you it's okay,”

Spencer's tone was soft and caring, his voice never failed to quiet your thoughts. But you still couldn't bring yourself to look in his eyes- old habits die hard and accepting help from others, especially when you were vulnerable like this was a hard drug to kick.

“Are you sure? you don’t have to if you don't want to- don’t feel like you have to,”

Spencer just chuckled and picked up the needle from its fallen place on the white tile, his encyclopedic knowledge coming in handy, allowing him to know how to properly clean and handle the needle.

Spencer decided to lead you from the bathroom and onto the large, plush couch which offered much more comfort than the bathroom floor. He made sure your left leg was hanging off the couch and that your shorts were pushed up so he had access to it your upper, outer, thigh. All his motions were gentle and intentional, carefully trying to make the experience as comfortable as possible despite your fear of needles. 

Spencer could still sense the doubt in your eyes at the notion of him doing so much for you, but he put that to rest by taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on the knuckles and reassuring you, “You know i don't mind taking care of you, you know- i actually enjoy it. You're my prince, I'm gonna treat you like it-” Spencer had an almost bashful smile on his lips when he spoke, causing you to blush.

“i know- i just dont think im ever gonna get used to it,”

Your comment made Spencer chuckle as he did the final preparations for your injection, he was honestly more giddy then you were for your first shot. But Spencer had always been one of your biggest supporters in your transition.

“Alright I'm gonna count to three, and do the shot on three, ready?”

You nodded and steeled yourself, turning your head the other direction so you wouldn't have to look at it. With everything set, spencer began to count.

“1…2…3…”

Spencer poked you with the needle on two.

You yelped and turned to Spencer with an incredulous look on your face, mouth agape at his perceived betrayal. Your boyfriend smirked, leaving a peck on your cheek before saying, “ baby your muscles were gonna be tensed and it would’ve hurt more if I did it on three- I did it all out of love,”. The playful tone of Spencer's voice matched his expression, and you mirrored it- all notions of betrayal forgotten for Spencer's soft touch as he pulled you into his arms for a bone crushing hug. 

“I'm proud of you, you know. Trypanophobia affects 1 in 4 adults, and you have to do this everyday now! you’re so strong, even if you need some help sometimes..”

Spencer punctuates his statement with a meaningful kiss to your lips, holding your hands as he does. His palms radiate heat into your own slightly chilly extremities. Spencer was practically a human heater, and you always took advantage of it in times like this. 

You eventually pulled away for air with a smile, but it fell again and you leaned your head back with a groan. Immediately spencer was worried he’d done something wrong, but his worries dissipated when you spoke again,

“I'm gonna have to do this everyday! for the next who knows how long,”

You punctuated your complaint with a groan, your head flopping back forward to smush your face into your boyfriend's shoulder, muffling the groan. Spencer just chuckled and placed a small kiss on your scalp, and mumbling,

“And i'll be there for every one of them.”

The End

#fic rec #spencer reid x reader

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2023 has certainly been a year.

#like yes it was cool #minus the crippling mental health crisis #and the crippling sexuality confusion #and the struggle to take care of myself #and my inability to write anything (very sorry) #Still better than last year though🥰❤️

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❤️❤️

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So unbelievably real

#miles kane

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here’s an excerpt from a wip, just to let you guys know I’m still alive🥰

I think this one is gonna be multiple parts, possibly a mini series as opposed to my usual one-shots

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Your body would almost relax, the soft, cold skin of the hands caressing your waist with a certain gentleness that reminded you of a lover.

But there was something underneath that. Something horrible, disturbing…and it shook you to your core.

The hands on your waist would stop as your body tensed.

It could sense your fear.

You would feel a pressure on your back, the pressure of a body.

It was cold.

Puffs of chilled air would hit your ear, and the grotesque feeling in the pit of your stomach would grow.

It would whisper something in a coo, almost mocking.

You could only ever make out one word.

…Darling…

An accent. A deep, sultry voice that carried a tone of seduction.

A man.

#alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #vampire!au #current wip #arctic monkeys

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What am I supposed to do with myself? How am I supposed to act when my feed isn’t constantly getting filled with new recents of the band, updates on the set lists, new videos of Alex acting like a madman on stage, interviews, and everything else? How am I supposed to function, knowing that they’re going to disappear for god knows how long? How can I be okay when one of my favorite eras is now just a memory along with the others?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE?????

#i actually can’t #this is so painful #they’re gonna be gone for like 5 years #I’ve gotten so used to them being on tour #it’s gonna be so weird now that it’s over #crying myself to sleep tonight #okay I’m being overdramatic I’ll shut up now😭 #arctic monkeys #the car tour #the car era #end of an era

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WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN -

c h a p t e r o n e

A/N: Here we go- chapter one! I am soooo excited to post this and I hope the storyline isn't boring and everything makes sense lol. The amazing header was once again made by @rentsturner!

Words: 7,6k

Warnings: This story will contain smut, angst, blood, injury and mentions of violence and death.

Masterlist

You lie in your comfortable bed, the digital clock on your nightstand blinking exactly 2:00 am in an uncanny glow. The room is covered in a thick darkness, and the silence of your London apartment feels almost disturbing. You live alone, and nights like these, when the world sleeps and dreams, have always been your safe place. But tonight, something is different.

A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your temple, and you're shivering uncontrollably beneath the thin sheet that clings to your clammy skin. You try to dismiss it as a feverish dream, but your heart pounds in your chest, each thud echoing in the stillness.

Suddenly, you see him.

A man, tall and handsome, stands at the foot of your bed. Some strands of his dark hair fall effortlessly over his pale forehead, and his skin seems almost otherworldly in the dim light. He can't be much older than you, but there's something timeless about him, an ageless elegance that both intrigues and terrifies you. He’s dressed in a plain white shirt with the top buttons undone; a sparkling necklace is resting on his sculpted collarbone. Paired with the crisp white shirt are some tailored black suit trousers.

His eyes, dark and demanding, fixate on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. You want to scream, to ask for an explanation, but your voice is caught in your throat. Paralyzed by fear, you can do nothing but watch as he stands there, unmoving, like a statue.

Every fibre of your being screams at you to run, to escape the confines of your room, but your body refuses to obey. Your eyes lock with his, and in that moment, you feel like he's looking deep into your soul, unravelling your deepest fears and desires.

A thousand questions flood your mind, but there's one that rises above all others—how did he get in? Your apartment is secure, and you remember locking the doors before you went to bed. This should be impossible.

Time stretches into an unbearable silence, and the air grows colder around you. You can't tear your gaze away from him, even though every instinct is screaming at you to flee. You wonder if this is a nightmare, or something far more surreal. As the seconds tick away, the handsome stranger's enigmatic presence fills your room with an electrifying tension, leaving you with an unsettling certainty that your life will never be the same again.

You gather what little courage you can muster and finally manage to croak out the words,

"Who are you? What do you want?" Your voice quivers with both fear and curiosity.

The mysterious man takes a step closer, and as he does, you can't help but notice the charm that surrounds him. His charisma is undeniable, drawing you in like a moth to a flame, despite the terror that courses through your veins.

A small smile graces his lips, but he still doesn't offer his name. Instead, he leans in, his dark eyes never leaving yours. His voice is a soft, seductive whisper, like a haunting melody in the night.

"My name doesn’t matter," he says, his voice like velvet. "What's more important is what I am."

Your heart races as he inches even closer, and an inexplicable magnetic pull tugs at your very core. It's as if you're under a spell, unable to look away from him.

He continues, his voice filled with a strange melancholy, "I am a creature of the night, bound by ancient desires and an insatiable thirst."

Your breath catches in your throat as his words hang in the air. A sense of dread washes over you, as you begin to piece together the truth. "You can't be... a vampire?" you whisper, disbelief mixing with the fear.

He nods slowly, his gaze unyielding. "Yes, darling. A vampire, cursed with immortality, and a hunger that can never be sated."

You shudder at the realization, the legends and stories you'd heard suddenly becoming too real, too close for comfort. You should be terrified, but there's something about him, something irresistible, that keeps you rooted to the spot. You feel an inexplicable attraction, as if fate itself has bound you to this moment.

As the truth sinks in, a thousand questions race through your mind, but one thought stands out amidst the chaos: How did a vampire come to stand in your bedroom at 2:00 AM, and what does he want from you?

“Right,” you shake your head, as if to make him go away by doing so, “why are you here?”

The man laughs, almost bitterly, “why do you think, gorgeous?”

“A-are you going to… to kill me?” You shudder once again, anticipating his answer, obviously hoping he would negate your question.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, sitting on the edge of your bed, “I’m going to drink from you.”

Your heart pounds even harder at his admission. A mixture of fear, fascination, and disbelief courses through your veins. You swallow hard, your throat dry, and finally manage to stammer, "Drink from me? What do you mean?"

The vampire's gaze remains locked onto yours, his eyes full of desire. His voice drops to a sultry whisper, sending shivers down your spine. "I am here because I’m hungry, and there is something about your essence, your vitality, that called out to me. It's a craving I cannot deny, I’ve smelled you from miles away, darling.”

You tremble beneath your thin sheet, fully aware of the danger that looms over you. This handsome and charismatic creature, this vampire, has admitted that he's here to feed on you. Panic threatens to engulf you, but a strange, inexplicable pull keeps you paralyzed, unable to escape his mesmerizing presence.

He continues in that hypnotic tone, "You see, the taste of a human's blood is unlike anything else. It's an ecstasy better than any other pleasure. And you, my darling, have a special and strong life force that I really long to experience.”

Your mind races, desperately seeking an escape, but your body remains frozen. You've heard the stories of how vampires could entrance their victims, but you never thought they could be real. Now, you're face to face with one, and his dark desires are directed squarely at you.

As he inches closer, you can feel his cool breath on your skin, his presence becoming more overpowering by the second. Fear and fascination collide within you, as you grapple with the unimaginable choice that lies before you — to submit to his desires or find a way to escape the clutches of this seductive, immortal being.

The vampire creeps closer to you on the bed so he’s hovering above you. His burning gaze leaves you breathless and exposed, even more so when he slowly pulls she sheet from your body so nothing but thin air is separating your body from his. You catch a whiff of his cologne, a subtle and masculine scent that somehow adds to his mystique. It's a fragrance that should be comforting, but in this unsettling moment, it only intensifies the surreal atmosphere.

Your gaze locks onto his face, and despite the fear that courses through you, you can't help but study his features. His dark hair frames his angular face, and his skin, as pale as the moonlight that filters through your window, seems almost untouched by time. His nose is perfectly sculpted and his lips, full and inviting, part ever so slightly as he lingers above you.

His eyes, however, are the most captivating of all. Deep, endless pools of darkness that seem to hold the secrets of centuries. They pierce through your very soul, and you can't break free from their hypnotic pull. In them, you see a strange mixture of longing and resignation, as if he's both a predator and a prisoner of his own desires.

As you examine him, you realize that despite the danger he poses, there's a tragic beauty to his existence. A sense of loneliness and isolation that tugs at your heartstrings, making you question whether this charismatic vampire is truly the embodiment of evil or something more complex.

“Are you ready?” His hand finds your jaw, his fingertips delicately tracing your jawline. They ghost lower until they reach your neck, gently moving your hair away from the part of your body most crucial to him in this moment. “It will only hurt a little in the beginning, I promise…”

His head dips and he licks a strip from your collarbone up to your ear, savouring the salty taste of your skin on his tongue. Not knowing what to expect, you shut your eyes, taking some well needed deep breaths to brace yourself for whatever torture or pleasure you were about to experience. There's a strange combination of anticipation and dread in the air, like the calm before a storm.

His lips, impossibly soft, press against the vulnerable curve of your neck, and you gasp, your hands trembling at your sides. The sensation is electrifying, a delicate dance between pleasure and pain. You're acutely aware of the danger he represents, but it's dominated by a longing you can't quite comprehend.

Then, in the hushed silence of your bedroom, it happens. With excruciating slowness, he draws his fangs across your skin. They pierce your flesh with a delicate precision, a sensation that's both sharp and strangely intoxicating. Another gasp escapes your lips, and your hands instinctively clutch the sheets as he begins to feed, drawing your life force into him.

He was right, it hurts. You can't hold back a soft cry, a blend of fear and surrender, as he pierces your flesh.

His mouth seals over the wound, and a rush of sensations courses through you. There's a dull ache, like a distant storm gathering on the horizon, but it's followed by a wave of euphoria that sweeps away your doubts and fears. It's as if he's drinking not just your blood but your very essence, and you're drawn deeper into the intoxicating abyss of his embrace.

As he feeds, time seems to blur, and you lose yourself in a trance, almost like a fever dream. Your eyes flutter closed again every time you try to open them. His hands are holding you in place by your waist, fingertips digging into your flesh.

Suddenly, a question pierces your consciousness. The idea sends a threatening shiver down your spine, even as you're lost in the sensations of the moment.

“Are you… Am I going to be a vampire now?” You manage to whisper, although your throat feels tight and bruised.

As if he can sense your thoughts, he pulls away, his lips leaving your neck. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and he speaks with a voice that holds a hint of sadness, "No, darling. I won't turn you. That is a choice you must make for yourself- I would not burden you with the same fate. Unless you want me to."

Relief washes over you, mingled with a strange disappointment that you can't quite explain. The enigmatic vampire's words hang in the air, leaving you with a newfound understanding of the complexity of his existence. You realize that despite the allure and danger he represents, he has made a choice tonight, just as you have.

He finally releases you from his captivating embrace, his lips parting from your neck. A profound exhaustion seems to wash over him as he slowly rises to his feet. His eyes, once filled with desire, now carry a sense of resignation.

With a graceful, almost melancholic movement, he steps away from your bedside. His voice, still laced with that peculiar blend of charm and sorrow, breaks the silence once more. "Rest now," he says softly, his gaze lingering on you. "I will return to see you again tomorrow night."

You watch him, still under the spell of the night's surreal events, as he retreats into the shadows and disappears. The room slowly regains its normalcy, but the memories of his presence, his touch, and his intriguing allure linger.

Lying there in the aftermath, you're left with a swirling mix of emotions and questions. What is this connection between you and the vampire? What does tomorrow night hold in store? As you drift into an uneasy sleep, you can't help but wonder how your life has been forever changed by this encounter with the mysterious creature of the night.

✥-——————✥-——————✥

The next morning, you wake up to the gentle morning light creeping in through your curtains. Your room feels both familiar and strangely different. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, the memory of the previous night comes rushing back, leaving a shiver down your spine.

But you have to carry on with your usual routine. You get out of bed, determined to stick to your daily schedule. You dress in your work clothes, the kind of outfit you wear to your job as a journalist. It's all routine, like a well-practiced habit, even though your mind keeps drifting back to the strange encounter with the vampire from the night before.

With the memory still fresh in your thoughts, you steel yourself for the challenges of the day ahead, not knowing how this unexpected encounter will continue to affect your life. Though, before you leave, you can’t help but stop by the mirror in your hallway. You inspect your neck, particularly the spot where his fangs had pierced your skin. There’s nothing. Not a scratch, no mark, no hint whatsoever at your previous nightly encounter and yet, the tingling sensation remains.

Throughout the workday, you often find your mind wandering, unable to concentrate properly. The strange events from last night keep intruding into your thoughts. In meetings, you struggle to pay attention, missing important details in the discussions. Your colleagues' voices sound distant as you keep replaying the encounter with the mysterious vampire in your head. When you try to work on your computer, the words on the screen become a blur, and you have to read sentences over and over again. Your editor's feedback on your latest article seems confusing.

At lunch, you barely taste your food, pushing it around your plate absentmindedly. Your coworkers notice your distraction, but you can't bring yourself to explain why.

The afternoon goes by slowly with unanswered emails and unfinished tasks. It's a normal-looking day on the surface, but deep down, the memory of the vampire keeps bothering you, making it hard to stay focused. You look forward to returning home to make sense of the strange encounter that has turned your usual life upside down.

As the workday gradually gives way to evening, you nearly forget about your dinner date with a close friend. Time seems to slip through your fingers as you're consumed by thoughts of the attractive vampire and the eerie promise he made to return to you tonight.

You make it to the cozy restaurant on time and see your friend waiting at a corner table. The restaurant's warm, soft lighting and the pleasant hum of conversations offer a welcoming atmosphere. You apologize for being late and join your friend for dinner.

The candle on your table casts a gentle glow, creating a cozy ambiance. Other diners around you create a pleasant buzz of voices. You both browse the menu, make your choices, and enjoy your meal together.

“What’s up with you?” Your friend inquires out of the blue, leaving you with a slight blush on your cheeks.

“Nothing, why?” You continue sipping on your margarita, as if to hide your nervous expression with the huge cocktail glass.

“You seem a bit… distracted.”

You sigh, contemplating what to actually tell her. You couldn’t spill the guts on your encounter with a vampire just like that, after all.

“Work was tough,” you manage to find as an explanation, “I have a few deadlines coming up and it’s really stressful.”

With an understanding expression, your friend nods gently. The conversation carries on in a lighter spirit, until your friend carefully brings up another sensitive topic.

Your friend's voice carries a gentle, empathetic tone as she approaches the vulnerable subject. "I can't believe it's been nearly a year since your brother died," she says, her voice laden with sympathy. "His anniversary is coming up soon, isn't it?"

You, sitting across from her, nod slowly, your voice tinged with a melancholic note. "Yeah," you reply, "it's hard to believe. It feels like it was just yesterday, and at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago." The sorrow in your eyes mirrors the seriousness in your words.

Your friend, her tone soft and understanding, leans in slightly. "I know it must be tough," she says gently, her voice a comforting presence. "How are you feeling about it? Do you have any plans or thoughts for that day?"

You pause, your voice carrying a reflective quality. "I've been thinking about it quite a bit, actually," you admit. "It's a mix of emotions, really. I want to honour his memory, maybe visit his grave, and spend some quiet time reflecting on the good times we had." The memories of your brother evoke both smiles and tears, and your voice reflects the complex emotions that come with remembrance.

Your friend, her voice warm and supportive, offers reassurance. "That sounds like a beautiful way to remember him," she says, "And don’t forget, I'm here for you if you need anything during that time or if you just want to talk."

Grateful for her understanding, you smile, your voice filled with appreciation. "Thank you," you say sincerely, "It means a lot to me to have friends like you by my side." The warmth in your voice conveys the depth of your gratitude for her unwavering support during difficult moments like this one.

Trying to lift the mood, your friend suggests to share your favourite dessert. You agree happily, finding comfort in the delicious food and the presence of your friend.

Yet, as the evening goes on and the night darkens outside, you can't help but feel uneasy. It becomes harder to ignore the sense that something uncertain and possibly dangerous awaits you in the night. You're flustered, unable to shake off the memory of the vampire's haunting presence. The promise he made, to visit you again, lingers in your mind like a dark cloud.

You climb into bed once you get back from dinner, hoping to find comfort in sleep and put aside thoughts of the vampire. However, as the clock strikes 2 AM once more, you're jolted awake by a feeling of dread. Your heart races, and a cold sweat forms on your forehead.

With caution, you look around your room, your eyes finally settling on the corner by the window. In the dim moonlight, you see him there—the vampire, sitting quietly in a chair. His presence fills the room, fascinating and eerie.

You hold your breath, unable to look away from his gaze. The room feels heavy with silence, like everything is on pause. Once again, you're trapped by the mysterious power he holds over you, your heart beating fast as you wonder what he'll say and what will happen in the dark of the night.

“You look so endearing when you sleep, darling.” His husky voice fills the room. It's a hauntingly seductive sound, sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath catches as you find your voice, trembling with a mixture of fear and fascination. "You came back,” you manage to whisper.

The vampire remains in his chair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. He leans forward slightly, his presence magnetic and nonchalant. "I told you I would. And even if I wanted to- I couldn't stay away," he replies, his voice laced with an intoxicating charm. "There's something about you that draws me in.”

Your heart races as you grapple with conflicting emotions. The danger he represents is clear, but there's an undeniable allure that keeps you rooted to the spot. You're torn between the fear of the unknown and an inexplicable attraction to this creature of the night.

With an irresistible charm and a predatory grace, the vampire rises from the chair and approaches your bedside again. The room grows colder as he draws nearer, his eyes never leaving yours.

As he hovers above you, his lips find your neck once more. His touch is cool and delicate, and the sensation is both terrifying and enthralling. The world around you fades, and it's just the two of you locked in a dance of desire and danger.

His fangs pierce your skin, and there's a moment of sharp pain followed by a rush of sensations. It's a strange blend of pleasure and discomfort, fear and surrender. Your heart races as he feeds, and you're overwhelmed by a blend of emotions that you can't fully comprehend. For a moment, while he drinks from you hungrily, you wonder if you are ever going to get used to the feeling of his teeth deep in your skin, the touch of his fingers on your waist to keep you in place, and the strange proximity of a man who showed up in your bedroom the night before. Also, when you turn your head a little, you see a smudged red mark on the collar of his white shirt. It almost looks like lipstick. Curiosity bubbles in your stomach, mixed with a tinge of another feeling you don’t quite want to acknowledge… jealousy?

“That was delicious,” he compliments when he seems satisfied, wiping his full bottom lip with his thumb. You can’t help but let your eyes linger on his blood-coloured lips for a second too long. And of course, he notices.

A smirk graces his defined features, making you blush. “You better not fall in love with me, darling.”

“W-what?” You stammer, suddenly embarrassed, your cheeks furiously heating up.

“The way you look at me speaks volumes. I’m warning you.”

“I, I wasn’t…” You pull your blanket higher to cover your body again. His piercing stare seems to seep through every cover, causing another shiver to creep through you.

The vampire lets out a chuckle before rising from the bed and moving towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait,” you call out, and he stops in his tracks. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it seems as though he might relent. But then, he shakes his head ever so slightly, complete seriousness in his gaze. And with that, he disappears.

You can't help but feel a pang of frustration mingled with fascination. His mysterious nature only adds to the allure, but it leaves you with more questions than answers.

✥-——————✥-——————✥

The following day feels like a never-ending work slog. Tedious meetings and a constant struggle to stay focused make the hours stretch on. The only thing that keeps you going is the knowledge that it's your best friend's birthday, and she plans to celebrate with a night of drinks and clubbing.

Usually, you're not one for the club scene. The pounding bass and the sea of sweating partygoers aren't your cup of tea, to be honest. But occasionally, it's nice to step outside your comfort zone. You made a promise to yourself: you'd go out tonight, even if it meant braving the clubbing scene, and then you'd give yourself at least a year before returning to such a place.

12:30 AM

You arrive at the club. It’s busy and bursting with electronic music. You step inside, instantly feeling out of your element. However, you remind yourself of the promise given earlier. Just one night. You're determined to relax, have fun, and maybe even get used to being in this lively atmosphere. You take a deep breath, attempting to let go of your reservations. You can feel the bass vibrating through your chest, and the crowd's energy is infectious. Your friends are already lost in the music and dancing, and you decide to join them, allowing the rhythm to wash over you. With every beat, you begin to sway and move to the music, gradually losing yourself in the moment. The worries and anxieties that initially held you back start to fade, replaced by a growing sense of exhilaration.

1:00 AM

Someone orders a round of shots. Again, you don’t usually drink this much, but for this one night you decide to let all your inhibitions go. You can't help but smile as the tiny glasses clink together. The warm rush of the shots hits you almost instantly, a fiery embrace that ignites your senses. Your friends cheer and laugh, caught up in the contagious spirit of the night. It's as if you've all collectively agreed to leave the worries of tomorrow behind and fully immerse yourselves in the here and now.

1:30 AM

A group of also very drunk men appear on the dancefloor. You and your friends find yourselves mingling with the rowdy group, their laughter and animated conversations adding to the overall frenzy of the night. At first, it's a bit chaotic, but as the music pulses and the drinks flow, the lines between your group and theirs begin to blur.

Your best friend wants to know if you’re still feeling okay and you nod, your movements a tad unsteady, and you manage a reassuring but slightly drunken smile. The music and laughter surround you, drowning out any lingering doubts. In this moment, you're determined to keep the fun going, even if it means swaying a little to the rhythm.

2:00 AM

Another round of shots is consumed, and you now know very clearly that you won’t be feeling good tomorrow. The fiery liquid burns on the way down, and the world around you seems to spin just a little bit faster. You share knowing glances with your friends, all of you fully aware that the price of a night of revelry is often paid with a morning of regret. But for now, you push those thoughts aside, living in the moment, dancing to the rhythm of the music, and letting the euphoria of the night wash over you.

2:15 AM

You’re dancing and swaying your hips, not wasting a single thought on work or sleep or anything else that might disturb you from your ecstatic night. Suddenly, at the same time as you're lost in the buzz of the party, an unexpected chill runs down your spine. You shiver and feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness wash over you. It's as if the room has grown colder, and the air has become charged with an eerie energy.

Your gaze scans the crowd, and amidst the swirling sea of faces, you see him — the vampire. He stands there, his dark eyes fixed on you, a haunting presence amidst the pulsating lights and dancing bodies.

Fear and fascination collide within you as you meet his gaze once more, your drunken haze suddenly evaporating. He looks fucking handsome, though. He wears some sort of suit, navy blue trousers, fitting him like a glove, a black dress shirt and a matching navy blue blazer. The top buttons of his shirt are undone as usual, and there’s a black neck scarf dangling around his neck, hiding the necklace that suits him so well.

Amidst the pulsating music and the vibrant dance floor, your friend suddenly leans in closer and raises her voice above the noise. "Hey, do you know that guy? It looks like you two have been staring at each other. And he’s basically eye-fucking you."

Your heart races as you exchange glances with the vampire once more. His dark eyes remain locked onto yours, a silent but compelling connection. You feel a cold sweat forming on your forehead, and your mind races to find an explanation.

You stammer, struggling to find the right words without revealing the unsettling truth. "Um, no, I... I don't know him," you manage to reply, your voice shaky. "Maybe he just... uh, recognizes me from somewhere?"

Your friend looks at you quizzically but seems to accept your vague response, turning her attention back to the dance floor. You, however, are left with a lingering fear of what the vampire might do if his secret were to be exposed.

With a subtle nod, the vampire acknowledges your unspoken agreement, and his dark eyes flicker towards the exit. He mouths the words, "Follow me," his gaze never leaving you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you quickly turn to your friend. "I need to use the bathroom," you say, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil within you.

She nods, giving you a reassuring smile. "Sure, go ahead. We'll be right here."

You offer a weak smile in return and navigate your way through the dimly lit club towards the exit. Fear gnaws at the edges of your mind, but the thought of what might happen if you don't follow the vampire forces you forward.

As you step outside the club into the cool night air, you find the vampire standing there, casually smoking a cigarette. In the dim glow, you can't help but notice how different he seems in this human setting, almost like an ordinary person. His rugged charm and piercing gaze draw the attention of a few women nearby, their eyes lingering on him.

He catches their glances and smirks in response, clearly revelling in the attention. But despite the distraction, his focus remains firmly fixed on you.

Then, his expression darkens, and he flicks the cigarette to the ground, crushing it underfoot. "Why aren't you home?" he demands, a hint of anger in his voice. "I had to come looking for you."

Fear courses through you as you realize the gravity of the situation. The vampire's temper is volatile, and you can't help but wonder what he might do next. You quickly search for an explanation, knowing that revealing his true nature is not an option.

You gulp, the weight of his disapproval heavy on your shoulders. "It's my friend's birthday," you stammer, desperately trying to explain. "I lost track of time, I'm sorry." You don’t want to apologize, you want to stand your ground, but in that moment, his intense gaze and the growing frustration radiating off him make it impossible to talk back.

He snorts, his disappointment palpable. "I expected differently from you," he says, his words laced with frustration and anger. The vampire grabs your wrist, not in a gentle way, and wordlessly pulls you with him. You stumble after him, wincing at the tight hold he has on your arm.

You both end up in a dark alleyway next to the club. His tone grows stern as he insists, "It can't happen again, not like this." His words send a shiver down your spine, and you're overwhelmed by a deep sense of insecurity.

You falter for words, unsure of how to proceed. He fixes his penetrating gaze on you and demands, "Well then, what's your idea? How do you suggest I can feed off you tonight?"

Impatience flickers in his eyes, and your fear deepens. He leans in closer, his voice a low whisper laden with urgency. "Do you want me to lock us in a bathroom in the club and do it there? It'll draw some attention, but it's an option. Or we go to your place. You have to decide, and you have to decide now."

The weight of the decision hangs heavily over you, and you feel the pressure to make a choice. Both options come with their own risks and consequences, and the seconds tick away as you grapple with the gravity of the decision before you.

When you still don’t reply after a minute or so, he harshly grabs your throat and presses you against the wall in the empty alleyway. “Well?”

Tears fill your eyes, and your legs feel like they’re about to give away. Your whole body is shaking.

“Awh,” he mock pouts, “are you going to cry? It’s not going to help you, sweetheart.”

With a heavy heart and a sense of reluctance, you finally relent. "Let's go back to my place," you reply in a hushed tone, anxiety gnawing at you.

He lets go of you, but when you mention that you'll just pop inside to tell your friends you're leaving, the vampire's demeanour grows even more insistent. He leans in closer and insists, "I'm coming with you."

You reluctantly agree, the fear of his unpredictable nature outweighing your desire for a moment of privacy. Together, you head back inside the club, navigating the pulsating crowd to find your friends.

As you approach, your best friend immediately senses something amiss. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks with concern.

You force a smile, trying to reassure her. "I'm not feeling well. He is going to take me home. He was an old school friend of my brother, I didn’t recognize him earlier." Your friend's worry deepens, and she turns to the vampire, eyeing him up suspiciously and demanding, "What's your name?"

He hesitates for a moment, and then, with an irritated sigh, he snarls, "Alex."

Your friend remains concerned but ultimately gives in. She looks at you and says, "Text me once you're home, okay? I need to know you're safe."

With a promise to keep in touch, you and Alex make your way out of the club, leaving behind the lively chaos of the night.

The cab ride back to your place is tense and silent. Alex sits beside you, his demeanour cold and distant. Neither of you utters a word, and the journey feels like an eternity filled with unspoken tension.

When you finally arrive at your destination, Alex wastes no time. He steps out of the cab with a sense of purpose, and you follow suit, your heart pounding in your chest. The air is thick with anticipation and uncertainty as you unlock the door to your home and let the both of you inside.

His eyes are darker than usual, almost black. Without hesitation, he yanks at your arm and roughly pushes you down on your couch in the living-room. He doesn’t ease you into it like he did the past two nights; the gentleness is being replaced by a stark contrast of anger and impatience. His normally graceful movements are now rough and mechanical. You can feel he’s angry. You can feel he wants to leave once he’s done feeding from you. You can feel how much he dreads your company right now.

The room feels suffocating, the silence broken only by the sound of your uneven breaths. Unlike the other nights, all you can focus on is the sharp pain in your neck from how rough Alex bit you. As he finishes, his departure is swift and without a glance or a word to spare your way, leaving you in a state of disarray. Tears are filling your tired eyes when you text your best friend you’ve gotten home safe.

✥-——————✥-——————✥

Over the course of the next ten nights, a haunting and otherworldly routine unfolds in your life. Like clockwork, Alex visits every night at precisely 2 AM, as promised. He enters your world, drinks from you, and then vanishes into the shadows, leaving you with a heady mix of emotions. Nobody mentions the night at the club.

Each night, you find yourself caught in a mesmerizing and perilous dance with the vampire. His presence continues to draw you in, his dark allure impossible to resist. Despite the fear that lingers in the depths of your soul, you can't deny the powerful connection that binds you to him.

These encounters leave you with a profound sense of longing and uncertainty. You're torn between the magnetic pull of the vampire and the knowledge that his desires come at a cost. As the nights pass, you're left to grapple with the intoxicating thrill of his visits and the ever-present dread of what lies beneath his mysterious and dangerous façade.

✥-——————✥-——————✥

This night, however, holds something unexpected in store for you.

You wake up at 2:10 AM to an unusual sound—running water. Confusion washes over you as you realize that the shower in your bathroom is running.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you sit up in bed, your thoughts racing through possible explanations. You distinctly remember turning off the bathroom lights and faucets before going to sleep, and no one else should be in your home at this hour. Well, apart from… him.

With unease, you rise from your bed and cautiously make your way to the bathroom. The dim, moonlit glow reveals the steam-filled room, and you can hear the water cascading from the showerhead.

As you push open the shower curtain, you're met with a ghostly sight. The shower is empty, yet the water continues to flow, its relentless stream carrying with it an unsettling sense of discomfort. With trembling hands, you turn off the water.

As your mind races with questions, your hear footsteps behind you.

“Looking for something?”

You jump with a jolt, squeaking at the sudden question. Slowly, you turn around, and stood there is Alex, stark naked, in all his glory. He’s rubbing his hair dry with a towel, droplets of water are decorating his toned chest. You gulp, your gaze firm on his face, not daring to look any further down than his pecs.

“What… you…” You stammer, instantly cursing yourself for becoming so nervous and tense.

“Had to use your shower.” He takes a step closer to you, clearly enjoying being the cause of your increased pulse and pink cheeks, “kind of got all messy tonight. I’m sure you don’t mind?”

You find yourself rooted to the spot, a mixture of fear and fascination coursing through your veins. His dark eyes, intense and alluring, lock onto yours, and a slow, daring smile plays at the corners of his lips.

He takes another step closer, his movements graceful and deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey. The space between you dwindles, and your heart quickens as you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

Alex's fingers graze your arm, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. He revels in the effect he has on you, his voice a seductive murmur as he says, "You look positively flustered, darling."

A flush creeps across your cheeks, and you struggle to find your voice. "Please stop," you whisper, your words tinged with both fear and desire.

He chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving yours. "But I don’t want to," he admits, his confidence unwavering. "I can't resist making you all giddy and excited."

As he inches even closer, the distance between you becomes almost non-existent. The anticipation hangs in the air like his heady perfume, and you're left wondering just how much closer he'll get, and what kind of spell he'll cast on you tonight.

His hand slowly comes up to cup your jaw. It’s obvious that he loves playing with you. Alex tilts your head and studies your facial features closely, as if to read your thoughts.

“Do you want me, gorgeous?”

His question remains unanswered by you, since you feel paralyzed.

Alex laughs, almost spitting out the last part of his sentence, “Well, I know you do, but… I don’t interfere with humans.”

“What?” You frown.

“I am not going to fuck you.”

"I... I wasn't..." You stammer, feeling a rush of embarrassment that sets your cheeks on fire. Your nervousness becomes palpable as you avert your gaze, desperately searching for something, anything, on the wall to focus on. Alex's deep chuckle only intensifies your unease, making your heart race as you struggle to regain your composure.

"Of course you weren't," Alex responds, a playful glint in his eyes. He leans in slowly, as if he's about to kiss you, his intent clear in his proximity. But just as your anticipation peaks and his lips almost touch yours, he pulls back with a mischievous smile, leaving you in a state of flustered confusion. It's evident that he's enjoying provoking your reactions, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

The needy sigh that leaves your parted lips only adds to his enjoyment. “Enough of this. Let me feed now.”

“Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?”

“Why?” His thumb brushes your bottom lip, “do I make you nervous?”

It seems impossible to you to find a reasonable reply, so you simply allow him to guide you to your bed. He instructs you to lie down before he disappears in the bathroom and returns with his trousers back on, for which you are more than grateful.

Then, Alex lies next to you as usual; he brushes your hair to the side to expose the tender flesh of your neck. The room falls silent, and you can hear the soft, rhythmic beating of your own heart.

With deliberate precision, he brushes his lips against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch is almost electric, and you feel a mix of fear and desire, an intoxicating blend that leaves you breathless.

Alex's lips meet the delicate curve of your neck, and you can feel his cool breath on your skin. With a tender but unyielding touch, he draws you closer. His fangs lightly graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The sensation consists of both pleasure and anticipation, as he teases the edge between pleasure and pain.

As he begins to drink, there's a subtle ache, but it's coupled with an intoxicating ecstasy. Each pull from your neck leaves you feeling both weaker and strangely strengthened. The rhythm of his feeding is like a haunting melody, and you're completely captivated, unable to resist.

His other hand cradles your face, and his thumb brushes your cheek with a gentle caress, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment. His top half is still bare, and you long to run your hands over his pale skin, his broad shoulders, his back. It's a paradox of sensations- vulnerability and a strange connection between you and him. As he feeds, you manage to calm your increased pulse, but you're certain you'll need some time to recover from tonight's unsettling yet tempting events. To your own annoyance, you wish that he would’ve closed the gap between your mouths. Having been so close to him in a situation without him feeding on you stirs up something inside you, or rather, intensifies the desire you've been suppressing for Alex until now. But he's right; you should not fall in love with him.

✥-——————✥-——————✥ The next night starts like any other. You go to bed, half-dreading and half-anticipating Alex's arrival at 2:00 AM, as it's become your bizarre routine. But this time, when you wake up at 2:30 AM, something is amiss.

Confusion washes over you as you blink in the dim moonlight filtering through your curtains. Alex is not there, as he has been night after night for the past two weeks. His absence leaves a void in the room, and you can't help but feel relieved yet uneasy.

You sit up in bed, glancing around the room as if expecting him to materialize out of thin air. The memory of his presence, his dark eyes, and the soft sound of his voice linger in your mind. It's a presence that has both terrified and fascinated you, and now that it's missing, you can't shake the feeling that something significant has changed.

Questions swirl in your mind. Where is he? Why hasn't he come tonight? The room feels emptier than ever, and you're left to wonder if the vampire has vanished from your life as mysteriously as he entered it.

During the next day, your thoughts can't help but linger on Alex's absence the night before. Being an empathetic person, you wonder if he's okay, if something has happened to him. But in the end, you're quite certain he can defend himself, being the confident and skilled being that he is.

In the following night, however, Alex is still nowhere to be seen. Worry begins to gnaw at you, and the room feels colder, emptier than ever without his presence. You toss and turn in your bed, unable to shake the nagging fear that something might have happened to him. Your empathy drives you to wonder if he's in trouble, if he needs help. Despite the mysterious and sometimes unsettling nature of your encounters with Alex, a genuine concern for his well-being begins to creep into your thoughts.

✥-——————✥-——————✥

One night later, you're jolted awake at 2:45 AM by a strange and troubling noise emanating from your bathroom.

With a trembling hand, you push aside the covers and follow a horrifying trail of bloody footprints that leads from your bedroom door to the bathroom. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize that the footsteps are fresh, and the realization sets in that they belong to Alex.

Fear gnaws at you as you inch closer to the bathroom. The room is bathed in a ghostly crimson glow, and your heart pounds with dread as you realize that the light is not ordinary but rather a hellish pink shade. The sound of water splashing, and low, guttural moans fill the air, and the sense of foreboding grows stronger with each step.

When you finally muster the courage to open the bathroom door, your blood runs cold. There, before you, stands Alex, his once-impeccable attire now drenched in blood, his features contorted in agony. His hands tremble as he clutches his chest, and the source of the crimson light becomes apparent—a gaping wound at his heart, pulsating and dripping with blood.

Alex's eyes, once captivating and challenging, meet yours, and in their depths, you see a profound pain and desperation. His voice, a mere whisper, carries an unbearable weight as he gasps, "Help me."

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Space (Alex Turner)

Words: 2,9k

Warnings: angst

In the beginning of dating Alex, it felt like a dream come true. You could feel an instant connection that went beyond just physical attraction. He had a way of making you feel truly special, and he treated you with a kindness and respect that made your heart melt.

You spent hours talking, laughing, and sharing stories about your lives. You explored the city together, trying out new restaurants, going for long walks, and even took a spontaneous day trip to the beach.

Every date was an adventure, and every moment spent together felt like a memory in the making. You shared your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, and in his company, you found comfort and understanding.

Even though it had only been about two months, it felt to you like you had known each other for much longer. The chemistry was undeniable, and your connection deepened with each passing day. You couldn't help but think that you had found something truly special in Alex, and you looked forward to what the future held for both of you.

Naturally, you were eager to see him again after you’d spent your first night together. Though, things were going to take an unexpected turn.

Sunday morning with Alex had felt like a scene from a romantic movie. The soft, golden sunlight filtered through the curtains of his bedroom, casting a warm glow across the walls. You lay there, half-awake, still feeling the gentle traces of his touch on your skin. Flashes of memory came rushing back to you from the night before, causing a pink blush to rise to your cheeks. As you turned to look at him, he was already awake, his eyes fixed on you with a tender expression. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing and the distant chirping of birds outside. It was almost perfect.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead before suggesting, "Good morning. How about I make us some breakfast?"

Your heart skipped a beat, not just at the prospect of him wanting you to stay for breakfast, but at the ease with which he proposed it. It felt right. Nodding, you watched as he got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Usually, breakfast with a guy after an intimate night together felt awkward to you, but not with Alex.

After a breakfast filled with laughter and lightness, it was time for you to leave. Alex had mentioned meeting his bandmates for lunch, a subtle and kind nudge in the right direction, politely asking you to go home. He had not requested it directly, yet you had understood.

Just as you were putting your shoes on, you had to get a question off your chest.

Oblivious that it could lead to an uncomfortable situation, you chirped, “when’s a good time to meet again next week? Maybe Tuesday?”

The suggestion was lingering in the air between you two for a second too long. You searched for Alex’s eyes, and you spotted a hint of something in them you didn’t like.

“Look, Y/N…" he began, his voice carrying a soft and apologetic tone, "I don’t want to sound like a dickhead, but…" There was another pause, a moment of hesitation, as if he was searching for the right words to express himself. "I kinda need you to let me have a breather.”

Oh. Your heart sank the same second your face fell.

“Okay.” Mustering a half-smile, probably not remotely convincing, you quickly adverted your eyes from him and bent down to pick up your bag. “I’ll get going then. See you.”

You were just about to grab the door handle, when Alex reached out for your hand.

“Hey, wait. Come ‘ere.”

You hesitated for a brief moment, but let him pull you to his chest, mainly because it was a perfect excuse to hide your watering eyes. You allowed him to wrap you in his arms, your body trembling ever so slightly as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Please know that I enjoy spending time with you. A lot. It’s just that… in my past few relationships I used to hang around with them 24/7 and it turned out that wasn’t good for me,” he explained softly into your neck. 

Biting your cheek, you gulped down your emotions along with the prickling tears in your eyes, not wanting to show so much of your vulnerability. “I understand.”

Alex pulled back in an attempt to meet your gaze. As much as you craved looking into his warm eyes you got to adore so much, you avoided eye contact at all costs. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

You didn't want him to witness your vulnerability in that particular moment, the depth of your emotions that had caught you off guard. Instead, you focused on the patterns of the floor, the safe distance of the wall, anything to avoid letting him see your trembling lips and the worry in your eyes.

“Can you look at me?” Alex reached out for your hand once more.

Despite the overwhelming emotions and the tears that had threatened to consume you, you finally mustered the courage to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn’t mean to be pushy.”

Alex smiled at the honesty of your words, “I know that, love, it’s okay. I’m sorry for being so straightforward, but I needed to just say it.” He squeezed your hand.

You held eye contact and showed your best possible smile to sound confident enough to just escape this awkward situation, “that’s okay.”

Alex seemed satisfied, “let me know when you get home, hm?”

Still trying to smile, you nodded. “Will do.”

You let him kiss your cheek goodbye and waved him before leaving his house.

Once you got back home you sent him a quick text, as promised, to inform him that you’ve gotten there okay. He texted a friendly reply which soothed your boisterous mind a little.

As the day dragged on, the inner struggle raged within you like a wild storm. Alex's words echoed in your mind, and the ache in your heart intensified with each passing moment you overthought the situation. At the same time as you were absolutely aware you were overthinking this, uncertainty ate you from the inside. You had been down this road before, where men had asked for space and then disappeared from your life completely, ghosted you even. It felt like déjà vu, a painful reminder of past heartaches. You couldn't help but wonder if Alex was also going to slip away, leaving you with unanswered questions and to deal with your hurt on your own.

But then, another voice in your mind whispered a different story. You remembered the moments you had shared with Alex, the laughter, the genuine connection, the way he had held you close. He had been kind, respectful, and different from anyone you had met before. Was it possible that he truly needed this space for himself, without it being an asshole?

As you lay there, tangled in your sheets and thoughts, you realized that only time would reveal the true intentions behind Alex's request. The inner struggle continued, and all you could do was wait, hoping that the connection you had felt was strong enough to withstand the breather he needed.

If you only weren’t so impatient.

-

The next day arrived, and you found yourself anxiously waiting for a message from Alex. But as the hours passed, your phone remained silent. It weighed on you, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that had settled in your heart. It was absolute agony.

A part of you desperately wanted to reach out to him, to break the silence and seek reassurance that everything was okay between you two. But another part, stubborn and proud, refused to be the first to text. It felt like a test of his feelings for you, an inner battle where you didn't want to appear too eager or needy.

As the day continued, you questioned whether you had made the right choice by not texting him. What if he was waiting for you to reach out? What if he had misinterpreted your silence as a lack of interest?

But you stood your ground, determined not to text first. You needed to know if Alex would take the initiative, if he cared enough to bridge the gap that had opened up between you two.

You needed a distraction. Already physically tired from overthinking, you called up your best mate and inquired if she was up for a drink. Thank God, she accepted.

As you sipped your drinks, you began to pour out your feelings, sharing the details of your time with Alex and the confusing turn of events that had left you feeling uncertain and vulnerable. Your friend listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and understanding nods.

Through the conversation, you started to see things from different angles, gaining clarity about your own feelings and the situation. You were so thankful for her and for her reassuring words.

-

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Alex, causing your heart to jump with joy. He suggested going out for dinner, however it would be a dinner with ‘a couple of friends’. On one hand, you were thrilled that he wanted to see you again, and the prospect of spending time together was heartwarming. On the other hand, a nagging feeling tugged at your thoughts, whispering that he might be trying to avoid alone time with you.

You couldn't help but wonder why he was choosing to meet in a group setting rather than just the two of you. It seemed as though he was keeping a bit of distance, as if something had shifted between you.

Despite your reservations, you replied with a polite and enthusiastic "Yes!" You just wanted to see him so badly.

- When you arrived at the restaurant to meet Alex and his friends, a swarm of butterflies seemed to have taken up residence in your stomach. The nervousness that had been brewing all day had reached its peak. You couldn't help but wonder how the evening would turn out.

As you joined the group, you were pleasantly surprised to find that his friends were lovely and welcoming. They included you in conversations, sharing jokes and anecdotes that made you feel like a part of their circle. It was a relief, a respite from the anxiety that had been bothering you.

Alex, too, acted friendly and warm towards you. He smiled, touched your hand subtly, and even offered compliments that made your cheeks flush with a warm glow. It was as if he was making an effort to show that he cared about you, that the connection you had was still significant, and it left you feeling grateful and a little calmer.

Yet, despite his efforts and the pleasant company of his friends, you couldn't help but feel distant and confused. The unanswered questions still hung heavily in the air, and the uncertainty about where you stood with Alex gnawed at you.

Even if you didn't want to, you struggled to reciprocate his warmth and affection, keeping a cautious emotional distance. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate his gestures; it was that you needed clarity, a deeper understanding of his intentions.

As Alex's friends made their goodbyes and left, it was just the two of you standing in front of the restaurant. You felt a bit awkward, avoiding eye contact as you wrestled with your thoughts and emotions. The evening had been a mix of confusion and warmth, leaving you uncertain about how to continue. Again, you did not want to come across too eager or even pushy.

But then, as you hesitated, Alex stepped closer. His presence felt reassuring, and he wrapped his hands gently around your waist, his touch warm against your skin. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, making your heart race.

In a soft, earnest voice, he asked, "Would you like to come back to mine for another drink?"

Your mind swirled with a whirlwind of thoughts, but deep down, you knew that you wanted to spend more time with him, to seek the answers you had been searching for. With a hesitant yet sincere smile, you nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that."

-

Sitting on Alex's sofa with a glass of wine in hand, the atmosphere was relaxed yet tinged with an undertone of tension. Finally, Alex took a deep breath and said, "I would like to talk to you about something."

Your heart sank as you had been dreading this conversation. You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I've noticed you've been distant these past days, especially tonight" he began, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You swallowed hard, the words caught in your throat. "I thought that's what you wanted," you admitted hesitantly.

Confusion flickered across his face. "What do you mean?"

You took a sip of your wine, gathering your thoughts. "When you said you needed space, I thought it meant you wanted distance from us. I… I didn’t want to be clingy after you told me."

Understanding seemed to dawn on Alex's face. He reached out and gently took your hand in his. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. I should have been clearer. Sometimes I do need some physical space and time for work, songwriting and personal stuff, but I never wanted emotional distance between us."

Relief washed over you as you realized the miscommunication that had caused the rift between you.

You squeezed his hand, "I should have asked for clarification instead of assuming. I'm sorry too. It’s just…“ You made a pause, considering how to put together your next sentence. All you wanted was for him to understand. However, you hesitated, unsure whether showing so much vulnerability now, in the beginning of dating someone was entirely a good idea.

You looked back up at Alex, who seemed to be eyeing you carefully, his warm brown eyes full of patience. The understanding and genuine look in his eyes provided you with the necessary confidence to eventually get the words out.

“When you said that you needed a breather I remembered a guy saying the exact thing to me and he… well, he then sort of disappeared and never reached out again. So I got scared that it would be the same with you.” You released the sigh you had been clinging onto.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Alex smiled, his voice steady and gentle, “I’m grateful you’re opening up to me. Let me reassure you that I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I promise.”

He set aside his wine glass and, with a tender smile, reached out to pull you close, wrapping his arms around you in a warm and comforting embrace.

You leaned into him, feeling the reassuring strength of his presence. His words, soft and filled with sincerity, washed over you like a soothing balm. "I care about you, sweetheart" he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "I didn't want to push you away. I just need some space to handle my stuff, and sometimes it's not easy for me to set my own boundaries. That's why I haven't brought it up sooner. But I want us to be close, emotionally and physically."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude. In his arms, you felt safe and cherished, and his words reassured you that your connection was as meaningful to him as it was to you.

“Thank you, Al. I’m glad we talked about this,” you looked up at him, still wrapped up in his arms, “I was panicking a bit there.”

Your confession brought an understanding smile to his lips. “It’s okay. Come to me next time, yeah? With anything.”

“I’ll try,” you responded, knowing it would take you some time to be able to do that, but you were willing to work on it.

Alex hugged you tighter to his chest, a soothing gesture to make you relax fully against him. And it worked, breathing in his heavenly, masculine scent and feeling the gentle strokes of his fingertips against your skin created a haven of comfort and tranquillity for both your body and restless mind. You stayed like that for the rest of the night, Alex’s calm energy providing you with the confidence you needed to explore the confines of this relationship.

It turned out you were so comfortable in his arms that you nearly drifted off to sleep. Alex gently nudged you awake, asking you the most reassuring question you could've imagined.

"Stay the night?"

A short while later, you and Alex lay cozily entwined, slipping into a peaceful slumber. Alex's hand rested lightly on your waist, his touch tender and reassuring. Drawing you nearer, you nestled into the curve of his body, discovering a perfect sleeping position. No words were needed, no worries intruded anymore; there was only the peace of having talked things through and being together.

#fic rec

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I will miss them so much once the tour is over. Miss seeing new pics in the morning from last night's show, new recents, new outfits and haircuts, setlist changes, new posters and merch. I'll miss them being a presence on here, I'll miss the fun of gathering as a fandom to watch a livestream, freaking out about tiny little details, or wallow in collective sadness. I'll miss having shows to keep up with, I'll miss having new content, I'll miss wondering and wondering if they'll ever play the full new album live, I'll miss seeing their faces everyday. It's been such a blast following the tour on here with you all, and I'm genuinely just going to miss it so much.

And I'll miss The Monkeys and their little faces and stupid antics, all the vids and photos and just getting to follow them along the journey they're on. I'll miss them once they go back to being mia for several years, I'll miss being able to get a tiny little insight to their lives, I'll just fucking miss them once they're gone.

Please don't be too long this time, boys. 💕

[atticssmellgood]

Some photos I took at Nashville night #1❤️

THIS WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #concert #matt helders #arctic monkeys concert #concert photos #I’ll never forget this night❤️

[atticssmellgood]

This took me a minute to decide but here we go

1. All The Time - The Strokes

2. Would I Lie To You? - Charles & Eddie

3. I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

4. Ransom - Miles Kane

5. Evil Twin - Arctic Monkeys

There are so many I want to put on here😭

I only really have two favorite followers and one of them already did this SO: @mywritingonlyfans

✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers beloved beauties who live in ur phone✨

(thank you so much for the tag, @linklebard ❣️im looking forward to listening to the songs you put on yours 🤍)

i.) honey | swim deep ii.) st. charles square | blur iii.) hypersonic missles | sam fender iv.) bros | wolf alice v.) sober to death | car seat headrest

(these are all on a playlist for a fic im plotting out)

no-pressure tags 💌 : @vellichormybeloved @dvrthkenobi @sanktaleksanders @rentskenobi @letsgoawayforawhile @starobi @thetorontokid @themaydecemberist @bisexualblckcanary @entropicquilibriumofchaos

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hey babe!! can you do the 16 and 17 with alex, pls? 🥺

Tired

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Prompt(s) requested: “How Are you so comfy?” + Person A falls asleep on person B

Word count: 1k

CW: None❤️

A/N: I’m honestly so happy you requested these specific prompts lmao, I’ve always loved the idea of cuddling with Alex, I feel like he would be so sweet😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

P. S. I feel like all of my fics end in sleeping I need a new way to close out💀

Alex groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat slumped over his small notebook, scribbled out lyrics and messy handwriting decorating the pages.

Why was it that whenever he actually wanted to get some songwriting done, he couldn’t? Lately the inspiration seemed to slip out of his hands every time he picked up the pen, leaving him stuck and stressed. Most times, he would just end up in a significantly lower mood with nothing more than what he started with.

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, too many thoughts swirling around in his head to possibly make sense of any of them.

Eventually he stood up and stretched, his limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and a yawn coming from his mouth.

Alex hadn’t been able to get much sleep recently due to the amount of time he’d been spending on the new album, but he could never seem to rest when he was so focused on why his brain wasn’t working the way he wanted it to.

Before Alex could let out another loud groan of frustration, he heard the front door open and he couldn’t have been more relieved.

“Alex?” You called out tentatively, not sure if he was home from the studio just yet. You made your way to the kitchen and sat your car keys on the counter with a jingle before hearing footsteps coming towards you. All of the sudden you were pulled into a warm hug, a kiss falling onto your forehead softly.

“Welcome home darling…” Alex whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. You could already tell from his quiet voice and the way he leaned his body on yours that he had a long day. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pulled away from his embrace to get a good look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression looked overall drained. It didn’t take a genius to realize he needed some food and rest.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, stroking the apex of his cheekbone with your thumb in a loving manner. Alex’s hands still sat on your hips as he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes. A small sigh left his lips when he felt the tension in his muscles slowly dissipate, replaced with a warm feeling that seeped into his bones and gripped at his heart.

“You look miserable, Al.” you giggled quietly, continuing to stroke his cheek. Although disguised as a light-hearted joke, Alex could hear the worried undertone in your voice.

“It’s just some writer’s block, nothing to worry about.” He mumbled and pulled you a little closer.

You let out a little hum and let him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure writers block doesn’t cause you to look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Your voice was a little more concerned now as you rub his back lightly “what’s wrong?”

Alex let out a small groan and snaked his arms fully around your waist, squeezing you tight and beginning to sway the both of you from side to side slowly. His body heat engulfs you in a comforting embrace and you could still smell a bit of the cologne he liked to put on before he left in the mornings. “it’s…” he starts, speaking tentatively “I’ve just been really stressed lately with the non-stop recording in the studio and it doesn’t help when I can’t seem to write properly anymore.” His voice is quiet and clearly exhausted. You once again pull back, this time giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then one on his nose. He closed his eyes and gave a sleepy little smile.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, yeah?” You brush a piece of hair out of his eyes “I think you really need it. And who knows? Maybe it’ll clear your writer’s block.” You smiled sweetly before Alex just nods in agreement.

His mind did feel a bit foggy from the lack of sleep. Maybe that was the problem?

Without another word, you stepped out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Alex immediately laid on the bed, his eyes already beginning to close until he noticed you didn’t lay next to him. He glances over to see you taking off your shirt so you could change into something more comfortable than your work clothes.

He chuckled before reaching over to grabbing your arm and pull you onto the mattress with a sly grin.

You let out a little yelp and before you knew it, Alex’s full body weight was resting on top of you, effectively trapping you underneath him.

“Alex! You couldn’t wait five more seconds?” You laugh, still topless as he hadn’t given you the chance to put a shirt on.

“Nope.” He said with a satisfied expression “You were already taking too long.”

His head was resting on your chest comfortably, his soft brown hair tickling your bare skin.

You just laughed at his response, then snuck a gentle hand into his hair.

His features seemed to relax once you did this as his eyes fluttered shut and a small smile played at his lips.

You ran your fingers through the thick strands, nails occasionally scratching his scalp. The more you did this, the more he relaxed. The stress he held in his tense muscles looked as if it was melting away slowly with each brush of your hand on his hair.

“How are you so comfy?” Alex mumbled, nuzzling into your chest with a contented sigh. You just smiled as you gazed at him, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He loved the spot he was in because he could press his ear right against where your heart was and listen to it beat with a steady rhythm. All the thoughts and worries in his mind were quieting down to mere whispers as he focused on the soft thumping in your chest. This was what he knew he needed.

Moments after that, you heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was indeed asleep.

You continued to stroke his hair in a loving manner even as he slept. The weight of his body on yours was comforting and it wasn’t long until you began to fall asleep underneath him, uttering a barely audible “Sweet dreams, my love” and letting your eyes flutter shut.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys #gn!reader #fluff #cuddling #fluff x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #writing prompt #rpf #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic

[atticssmellgood]

This post is literally just me ranting abt the music and art industry.

I’ve come to realize that I’m the type of person that loves to analyze the lyrics literally any song I listen to, like if I listen to a song for the first time I’m always focused more on the words than anything else. And it makes sense because I’ve always been the type to like finding the deeper meaning within any piece of literature. It’s so interesting to me when songs aren’t surface level, when it takes more than two listens to actually get what the song is about. Not only that, but it also reveals a lot about the artist in general, their views on a certain topic or what they’ve had to deal with in their lives. It’s amazing how people convey themselves through their song-writing and while that’s not something I think I could do myself, I respect it so damn much.

It’s also amazing when the artist leaves the meaning of the song up to interpretation. It allows so many more people to connect with the music, even if the message they see isn’t the one the song-writer originally intended. What I think some people who don’t understand why I love looking at lyrics so much don’t realize is just how much they matter to the songs themselves. And I mean, yeah, duh, lyrics are obviously a huge part of what makes music music but I just don’t think people realize how much of an impact they can have sometimes.

Lyrics are what gives songs their meaning, it’s what connects with people’s emotions and experiences, they’re what makes music so special to so many people. It’s what allows people to be able to feel understood when they’re alone. It’s what gives them the ability to understand themselves more.

Just think about the amount of people that are able to connect with each other through a band or a song, the amount of people that have been saved by music alone.

What other thing could you think of that is able to do what music does? That’s able to touch the souls of so many different people, no matter the background? And that applies to all other forms of art as well. Painting, sculpting, poetry, theatre, and so many other things. They’re what allow people to be people, they’re what allow others to express their ideas and views on the world around them, as well as share their experiences, good or bad.

Art is a vital part of the human experience, it’s what makes everyone special, because every single one of us views the world differently. We couldn’t live in a world without art, humans simply were not born to be monochrome.

Art is everywhere. In the clothes we wear, in the architecture of buildings, in the jewelry people make, in the makeup people wear, in the movies we watch. It’s engrained into our minds as well as our everyday lives.

Without art, without the ability to express our ideas and feelings, life would be boring, because it’s what drives us to be better and what pushes each one of us to be unique. And the best part is, it wasn’t necessarily made to impress. Even though critics exist and all that, every single piece of art is very personal. That’s why music taste is subjective, and why people dress differently.

And I hate it when people exploit art for monetary gain like some modern art. And don’t even get me started on the singers who release the same sounding music album after album just for a quick cash grab. It especially irks me when music artists exploit mental illness.

A lot of teenagers listen to music so they can express their negative emotions, to find something they can relate to, and some people see that as an easy target audience. All they have to do is sing about symptoms of depression, or anxiety, even if they haven’t experienced those things themselves. To me, those people shouldn’t be allowed to call themselves artists.

Art is not something that was meant to be mass produced.

Art is meant to be passionate, creative. Art is meant to push boundaries.

And god do I especially dislike it when people judge others for their music taste or fashion sense. NOT EVERYONE IS THE SAME. NOT EVERYONE IS GOING TO EXPRES THEMSELVES IN THE SAME WAY.

Just because YOU don’t vibe with a specific genre or clothing style doesn’t mean the other person is in the wrong for feeling differently. They have different tastes and that’s fine. people weren’t made to be put in a box, or to fit a certain standard.

And what is “normal” anyways? Because what one person might find normal, another might find strange. It’s a complete social construct and while it is necessary to keep a stable society, it can be harmful to others who are just trying to express themselves.

If you’re still here, thank you for reading my little rant lmao. This is literally all over the place😭

#this definitely isn’t deeply rooted in my hyperfixation on arctic monkeys #and how alex turner is one of the best lyricists in our generation #music and art just means everything to me #rant post #arctic monkeys #alex turner #art #music

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I’m actually struggling rn😭

I just can’t help myself *shrugs*