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ferociousmochis · 8 months

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HEY GIRL! so so so happy you are back bby <3

Can we get some soft Alex? Maybeee childhood friends trope, but Alex was an ass and now he wants her bad? Also virgin reader if possible xx

Regrets and Roses

Alex Turner X Fem!Reader

Warnings: long ass story bit, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex (p in v), a little bit of sad stuff, oral (fem receiving), praise, virgin reader

It was never one of those "love at first sight" stories, in fact, love was out of the question, or so you thought.

You and Alex had known each other practically your entire lives. Your moms were best friends, so you'd subsequently grown up together. You were sandbox friends, spending weekends in each other's gardens, while your mothers sipped tea on the patio. They always playfully joked about how you’d surely get married one day.

But, that's not to say that you always got along.

Alex always teased you, especially in high school. The truth is you'd had a desperate crush on him when you were younger, and when he became too cool for you, it broke your heart. You knew you would never be one of the glamorous girls he took to school dances or the models in the magazines he flipped through with his friends. Alex wasn't the most popular guy, but he still had some merit and always a girl or two on his arm.

Of course, you couldn’t possibly imagine telling him how you felt. However, you never were quite able to hide your feelings, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It was almost sadistic how he knowingly played with your emotions every chance he got. Every family function was torture knowing he would always be there, pestering you to no end.

As time passed you both grew up and the past faded away. You both occasionally crossed paths at first but once Alex’s career took off you veered off in completely different directions, following your passions. You weren't surprised when Alex became the world-renowned superstar he always wanted to be. The lifestyle suited him, at least the hair gel and the groupies did for sure.

You'd opened a little flower shop on the corner by your childhood home. You lived and breathed it. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of as a little girl materialized before you. You worked day and night tending to your greenhouse and working on arrangements.

Alex quickly learned being a rockstar wasn’t all it was choked up to be. I mean sure he adored it, traveling the world and sharing his passion with roaring crowds who fell at his feet but the trail of broken relationships and drunken hookups he left behind him solidified his feelings of loneliness. It became impossible to find a genuine connection; the screaming people out in those crowds, the girls in his bed each night, and every new face he met knew him as Alex Turner this sultry rockstar stage creation he’d made for himself like a beautifully decorated mask. He tried to fill the gaps but that was hardly possible.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to reach out to his parents back home. His mother called often, still always worried about him traveling so often so when the phone started to ring he already figured out who would be on the other line. The sun prodded harshly through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating his bedroom in an orange glow. Rolled over strenuously, the soft white sheets falling from his bare chest. His head was pounding, a reminder of the night's activities, along with the unknown woman stirring beside him. He rubbed his temple harshly before picking up the phone. “Good morning, dear!”, his mother chirped on the other line. He managed a groggy greeting in response, prompting his mother to reprimand him for not getting enough sleep.

She loved to chat. Most times he thought she just loved the sound of her own voice, but he always indulged her, knowing how much she missed having him around. She was going on about her flower beds when she mentioned a name in passing that he hadn’t heard in years. “Y/N L/N?”, he inquired. “Yes of course?” She replied matter-of-factly, before resuming whatever trivial topic she was babbling about. The memories struck him like a brick to the back of the head. You hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time.

He recalled your first day of high school together, the way you blushed every time he looked in your direction. You were always so sweet and tender. How you waited to walk to school with him that morning, and how he left you at your doorstep as he went about with his new friends,

The time he flirted with you just to get answers for that week's math assignment,

The time he brought his latest fling to your family’s dinner party just for laughs.

He winced at the memories and the many more that followed. The guilt weighed on him for how horribly he treated you. Yet you were always there at his beck and call, despite each cruel act. Your only crime was loving him and not meeting his standards. Maturity smacked him in the face as he was forced to face the reality of his actions.

“How’s Y/N?” he blurted. His mother was caught rather off guard by the question, “Well her shop’s doing fantastic, you know she's just so sweet, she helps me prune the hydrangeas every spring-”. “Her shop?”, he questioned. “Her flower shop, dear”, his mother replied confusion lacing her tone. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips. You always loved flowers, meddling about in your front garden with his mother and your own.

Consumed by his thoughts, he could hardly concentrate on his mother’s ramblings. He couldn’t help but type your name into the search bar, he had to see how you were doing. A social media profile popped up, but the photos simply had to be someone else. Yet they had your name scrawled on each one. You weren’t the shy nerdy teenager anymore. Your once geeky appearance turned soft and divinely feminine. You were inexplicably beautiful. He sat in shock for a moment, a dumbfounded expression hanging over his face. Your warm smile sat illuminating his phone screen, his eyes flicked back to the woman in his bed. Truthfully he didn't even know her name, she was a reflection of his lifestyle. Extravagant pleasures felt empty and meaningless without someone special to share them with.

Your cute little shop was tagged just under your name, he couldn’t help himself.

When the order came in you were positively shocked. You quite literally lept for joy, your small shop certainly held its own but this was the largest order anyone had ever put a request in for; 10 large bundles of baby pink roses, each tied with a white ribbon. You set the date for two weeks from now and joyfully began fluttering about your greenhouse

Your nerves pricked with excitement as you jumped out of bed. Today was the day you were expecting the big client and you were ecstatic, to say the least. You'd been in contact with them for a few weeks now and they had insisted on meeting in person to take a look at some of your rose color variations and check up on the progress you’d made. They detailed in their email that they'd been planning a lavish event of sorts and it would be incomplete without your large collections of sweet, colorful roses.

You almost skipped through the door, flipping the closed sign resting on the doorframe to open. The start of your day was pretty standard. Mr Atkinson stopped in like clockwork every Sunday. “Your usual?”, you smiled handing him the prepared bundle of lilies and baby’s breath. “Until the Mrs. gets tired of me”, He chuckled, his cheerful wrinkly smile always warmed your heart. Just as you turned back to the old man you caught a glimpse of him. A vision trick of the past.

The soft, familiar sound of your delicate laugh melted him almost instantly as he set foot in the door. His demeanor remained confident until he saw you look back at him. When your eyes met he saw the color drain from your face, a sight that felt like a punch to the gut. You tried to shake your nerves as you resumed your conversation, saying farewell to the old patron. You turn back to face him, feigning a smile. “I’m here for a large order of arrangements..”, he trailed off, you were more beautiful in person. Your cheeks were rosy and your hair looked so soft, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you. “Right this way sir”, you nodded plainly.

As you lead him through the little shop, he takes note of everything. The scattered pots and vases, the colorful flowers, and the sweet scent of fresh blooms in the air. It all brought back memories of when he used to tease you relentlessly for loving them so much. His heart aches with guilt and regret. “You seem quite famous around here nowadays,” he asks hesitantly, trying not to stare too much at your beauty. “I’m hardly famous, sir, I believe you’re the celebrity out of the two of us”, You respond politely. The formalities stung. It was as if you’d severed all ties with him, refusing to even use his name. You lead him back into one of the greenhouses with the many bundles of roses strewn about the tables.

“Well even if you’re not famous to everyone else, you’re certainly famous to me” He replies sincerely, “Your flower arrangements are truly amazing.”. “Thank you sir”, you quietly replied. You were almost afraid to say his actual name, it brought back too many painful memories from your childhood.

He watches as you carefully place the last of each individual flower into its respective spot within the arrangement. The sight of your delicate hands working so gracefully fills him with a mixture of longing and regret. He loved sharing his music with the world, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of the rush, but he couldn’t shake the itch of what could've been had he stayed behind and lived a simple, peaceful life with you. “You know.. I never thought I would come here today,” he admits quietly, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into his voice. “But seeing you like this..”, he continued, “I wish things could have been different”.

You almost grew angry, feeling like he had the audacity to say such things after everything he put you through. “Well, sir, you certainly made things this way”, you reply coldly, keeping your composure even. His heart sinks at your response, and he knows your right. He should have reached out sooner before he left Sheffield, but fear and pride held him back. “I know I wasn’t the best person back then, Y/N” he admitted shamefully, “I can’t even begin to apologize for the pain and humiliation I’ve caused you.. I want to be better- seeing you like this makes me want to be better, I’ll make amends in any way I possibly can.”. “I’m not sure if that’s possible now, Alex”, your tone of voice wasn’t angry or aggressive, if anything it was tired and saddened.

His eyes meet yours, and they brim with genuine remorse, “Maybe not fully, but I want to try anyway,” he says earnestly, taking a small step closer to you, “I want to make things right between us”. “I gave you that chance many years ago, and you burnt me”, You sighed, averting your eyes, “You left scars on my heart that will never fade, I’m not sure I can open myself up like that again”. He takes another step towards you, his expression pleading. “Please give me another chance, Y/N”, his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions, “Let me show you I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person I was before.”

Years ago you would’ve given everything to hear him say that, but now you hardly know what to say. “I-I don’t know”, you manage to stutter out. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Please..”, he whispers, his voice dripping with vulnerability, “give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of your forgiveness”.

You think about it for a few seconds. Maybe he’s different now, you suppose it won’t hurt to find out for yourself. “Okay”, you sigh, “I’m free after I close up here”. He perks up instantly, looking like a kid on Christmas, “My hotel is just up the street, the bar has some half-decent food?”. You accept, biting back the ghost of a smile threatening to creep upon your lips. He nods gratefully, “Thank you, Y/N”.

The workday flies by as a mixture of anxiety and anticipation consumes your thoughts. You walk home, opening your door with a soft sigh. You sat at your vanity, styling your hair for the night, decorating it with a simple ribbon. You painted your cheeks with a light blush and fluffed out your eyelashes with some mascara. You picked out a dainty white sundress littered with small flowers. The material was light and soft against your skin, making you feel almost as if you were floating with each step. When going through your closet you spot a dainty matching set of lace underwear. With a small smile, you took it out deciding you wanted to feel extra pretty tonight, even if no one else got to see them. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe the way you're feeling, you certainly hadn’t expected the day to unfold the way it has. You slip on some heels and grab your purse before slipping out the door.

You yelp, startled, as you bump into him. He feels awful, grabbing hold of your forearms to steady you. “I’m so sorry!”, he gasped. He was wearing a linen, baby blue button down with the first couple buttons unclasped, a pair of dark trousers, and leather dress shoes. He held a single daisy in his hand, your favorite. He smiled a warm goofy smile, the small flower adding a gentle touch of charm to his already charming demeanor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping by to escort you over”, he explains, holding out the flower towards you.

You blush at the gesture, accepting the delicate flower. Perhaps he really has changed. You walk down the street side-by-side as he cracks some bad jokes and talks about the people you used to know. A faint smile spreads across your lips as you loosen up to the idea of being around him once more. As you chat about old friends and acquaintances, he can sense the lingering tension starting the fade away from your body language. His own nerves began to ease with yours, and soon you’re both laughing and enjoying each other company from cozy barstools.

“So tell me,” he asks, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what brings you the most happiness since those days?”. “Nothing too exciting, but I enjoy the simplicity of being a florist. You know I always loved tending the garden”, You smile, siping a martini. He nods understandingly, appreciating your passion. “That's wonderful”, he replies, taking a sip of his own drink, “it must be incredibly rewarding to create something so delicate and breathtaking”. “You could say that”, you smile. His sincerity appears so genuine, making it easy to forget who he used to be. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, it feels as if time stands still. In that moment, he truly sees you.

He swallows hard, trying to find the words to express how deeply moved he is by the person you’ve become in his absence. "You're truly amazing, Y/N," he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "I can't believe how far you've come.". The contact makes you nervous like a teenager on their first date, “Thank you, Alex”. “And thank you for giving me the time of day, even when I didn’t deserve it”, his eyes are full of emotion as he gazes into yours, seeking reassurance and validation of the newfound connection you’ve established. You remain speechless at his response. Noticing your silence, he sucks in a deep breath and continues, "I promise to do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.", His voice is raw with vulnerability and honesty. Alex has always been poetic, always having a way with words. It was one of the things that made you fall for him years ago. You smile back warmly, nodding in response.

You spent the night chatting over drinks and mediocre food. Hours upon hours had passed and as the dusk faded into night, you found yourself alone in the corner of the dark, empty bar. The more intoxicated you both get, the more he grows curious about what you’ve been up to while he's been gone. "Have you been seeing anyone since.. well since I left?", he asked. You thought back to the many hands you’ve rejected throughout the years, "Well no, I've just been trying to focus on the business I suppose..". He seems relieved to hear that you haven’t settled for someone else during his absence, and his expression softens further as he takes your hand in his again. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he says honestly, squeezing your hand gently. "Because if there's one thing I know for certain right now, it's that I never want to lose you again.", his eyes hold a depth of sincerity and longing that speak volumes about the feelings he's harboring.

You nervously shift, “Alex.. I still am not completely sure about this”. He looks at you intently, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I understand that it might take some time for you to trust me again," he says gently, "But all I ask is for the opportunity to prove myself to you along the way. To show you that I've really changed". “Okay,” you agree cautiously, a small smile painted on your lips. His face lightens up once more with relief and excitement, and he leans in close, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against your mouth, "For giving me another chance.". This gesture causes your cheeks to burn a bright red “Please know that I cherish this moment and every moment we share from now on”, he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with tenderness, before placing another gentle kiss on your cheek.

You look into his eyes, filled with intense emotion and the overconfidence of alcohol. Love from the past bursting through the many walls you’d built around your heart. For the first time, you can see your feelings reflected in his eyes. You take a shaky breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours.

At the touch of your lips on his he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. The intensity of your connection is palpable, and it feels like time has stopped as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion. When you finally break apart for air, you both gasp for breath, your faces flushed and hearts racing. You glance around at the quiet room before turning back to him, your eyes projecting your desires, “I never got over you, you know”. His eyes widen in surprise at your admission, he hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Really? But...after everything I did to you?". He can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and confusion as he processes what you’ve just said to him. “It was always you, Alex”, you whisper softly against his lips. As he listens to your words, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him: guilt, happiness, and a profound sense of gratitude. He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, "I don't deserve this," he says honestly, "But I'll do anything to make it up to you." His voice is thick with desire, and he leans in for another soulful kiss, pouring all of his desperate feelings into it.

He breaks the kiss once more, gasping for air, “Come with me,”, he urges, grasping your hand. You follow him closely as he leads you down a winding hallway until you reach his room. Once inside he turns to face you, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in your beauty. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the silky texture beneath his fingertips. "God, you're stunning," he murmurs, "And I can't believe I almost let you go.".

He leans down to capture your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. As Your passion intensifies, he leads you over to the bed, setting you up on the soft mattress as his hands mold to your curves. You nervously grasp his wrist, “Alex- I haven’t ever been with anyone..”. You’re shy and embarrassed by the fact, but he responds with understanding and gentleness, “That’s okay”, he reassures, “we don't have to-”. You cut him off as you press your lips to his, catching him by surprise. He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to explore your skin with his hands, learning your curves and contours as you tangle in the darkness. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his hands on your sensitive body.

He watches your reactions, continuing to caress you gently, gradually building up to more intimate touches as he learns what makes you tick. His voice is low and soothing as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “Trust me,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you”. You slowly undress each other in a gentle mess of kisses and longing touches. With each passing moment, you fall deeper into each other's arms. You reach out to him, your fingertips gliding down his toned chest. He gasps at the touch of your hands on his skin, feeling a surge of heat coursing through his veins. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, returning the favor by tracing light patterns across the small of your back. “You’re incredible, Y/N”, he whispers, “So perfect”. His hands trail down your back to the curve of your ass, the contact making you whimper quietly. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. You kiss back with a newfound sense of confidence. He takes note of your eagerness to please despite your lack of experience. He continues to explore your body with tender care, palming your breasts softly. His fingertips drag down your thighs, “let me show you just how sorry I am”.

He sunk between your thighs, your sickly sweet perfume and the lustful scent of your sex mixed together, tormenting his senses. He couldn't help but bite back a groan when he reached your pretty pink panties, the sight of them made his cock throb. He lifted your hips up towards his face, his lips brushing against the lacey fabric. “You wear these just for me?”, he murmured against you. You released a shaky breath, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you timidly nodded in reply. God, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back at your shy admission. He kisses you through the fabric, his touch remaining gentle. His warm tongue dragged over the growing wet spot. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, just to catch his dark, longing gaze peering over between your legs. The sight alone made you shiver, which paired with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin made your brain short-circuit. He abandons your cunt, lapping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing and licking you all over. His fingers glided up against your panties, the heel of his palm grinding against your sensitive cunt. The friction made you whimper softly into the tension-thick air.

Your sweet sounds prompted him to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs. You’d never felt so exposed, that you couldn’t resist the urge to press your legs together in shame. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl”, He whispered, running his large palms up your legs to meet at your knees. He slowly pulled them apart, admiring your glistening pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered breathlessly. He didn’t waste much time burying himself between your thighs, littering tender kisses across your skin. Soft pecks turned into hot open-mouthed kisses, searching for the bead of your clit. He can feel it throbbing between his lips, like a faint heartbeat against his tongue. It's a feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced, like lightning bolts firing out of every nerve in your body.

He rolls his tongue around the small bud, giving it special attention before kissing his way down to the pool of wetness at your entrance. Your pussy is practically crying for him. His tongue prods your tight hole as you squirm against him. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His elegant nose bumped against your clit with each motion and it was perfect, he was perfect. He wants to take it slow with you, push and pull you through all the great things about sex, but you make it so hard for him to control himself. You whine sharply, your clit now more needy than ever and he’s neglecting it- oh you poor thing. He can’t help but groan against you, you’re so fucking wet and needy for him- him, and only him.

He ends the agonizing torture, moving back to your clit as it begs for his undivided attention. He wants to make you climax so hard you see stars. The mere idea of seeing your face all twisted, eyes screwed shut, and jaw hanging slack- it was too inviting to resist. You're so sensitive it takes very little effort to wind you up quickly. He suckles your clit, until your thighs are shaking between his hands. You cry out, unable to suppress the desperate moans slipping past your lips. “Alex..”, you pant, your eyes half-lidded and spilling with desire. “I know, love”, he murmurs against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your body. He can tell you're getting closer by the second. His hot tongue swirled rough circles against your clit, his knuckles turning white as he holds you against his lips. You feel the tight muscular tension in your abdomen snap suddenly. Your back arches off the mattress and your hands grasp the sheets for stability as you’re body is set aflame. He holds you in place, working you through your first orgasm. You were a writhing, wet mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but swell with pride. “You're doing so good for me, such a good girl”, he praised, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

He pulled back slightly, admiring his work for a moment. Your pretty pussy was begging for him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. His nimble fingers lightly traced your slit, gathering your slick on his fingertips. His eyes flicked to yours, making sure you were okay before moving forward. Your eyes were droopy with desire, your lips wet and plump, and your hair a sexy mess against his pillow. “Please..”, you choked out, your voice still shaky as you came down from your high. He satisfied your whimpers as he worked his middle finger inside. The stretch stung slightly at first, the cool metal of his ring biting your tender flesh. “God- you’re soaking”, he groaned, adding a second finger with little resistance. His hands were made for you, they filled you so perfectly. His long, dexterous fingers knew just how to make you feel things you hadn’t known were possible. Your chest heaved as he thrusted and scissored deep into you, your gummy walls sucking him right back in each time. He almost wanted to watch you fall apart in his palms, but he would save that for another day. For now, he needed to be inside you more than anything.

Satisfied, he crawls on top of you, your noses brushing against each other as he meets your eye. “I’ll take care of you”, he reassures, his lips brushing against yours. Despite all he did to prep you, you couldn’t be prepared for his size. You felt as if you were coming to pieces as he split you apart on his cock. Tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes as you try to accommodate him. “Are you alright?”, he asks softly, “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay?”. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the process until he bottoms out. He stalls for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size. You grasp his shoulders and nod reassuringly, signaling for him to keep going. He flashes an intoxicating smile and picks up his movements. He showers you with affection and praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, love”, he moans breathlessly, “You feel so good”. You run your nails down his forearms lightly, your mind utterly drowned in this newfound pleasure.

His movements grow more confident and assertive as he gets lost in the sensations of being buried inside you. You squirm beneath him, calling out his name in strained whimpers. He feels your grip on the sheets, seeing the intensity of your expression as you struggle to contain your pretty sounds. He increases his pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust, “Yes.. that's it.. ” he groans, urging you gently, “Don’t hold back- let me hear you.”. The newfound pace makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your eyes roll back as you find yourself moaning and babbling his name like a broken record. You find yourselves completely consumed by each other in a fiery display of desire.

He watches each reaction intently, taking in the effects of his actions on your body and mind. His own arousal intensifies as he witnesses your pleasure. He’s never felt that way with anyone before and he pushes himself harder than ever, determined to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. You feel your muscles tightening, a small knot of energy growing steadily in your belly. He can feel the tension as your body grows rigid. He bites his inner cheek, trying to keep his composure as your cunt tightens around him. With a final surge of energy, he drives himself into you until the crackling heat of his body is toppling over and he can no longer hold back his approaching orgasm. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, whispering your name. Your bodies tremble as you hold each other through your climaxes. You lay together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of the experience you’d just shared, feeling a connection that transcends words or boundaries.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you under the covers and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Alex?”, you ask quietly. “Yes, Y/N?”, he replies, brushing a thin strand of hair from your eyes. “So,” you began, “What were all those roses really for?”. He chuckled softly, “For you, dear. A bundle for each year I missed-”, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “-being right here by your side”.

This is so different from the usual so I hope it doesn't totally suck- I'm sorry babes. Thank you for the request tho- I enjoyed the challenge of switching things up!

Not edited, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes!!

Love ya! <3

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indiee19 · 4 months

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From The Backseat

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: At a party, (AM!) Alex takes you to his car and fucks you

Word Count: 2,030

a/n: i missed writing so much. part 2 is being written at the moment. enjoy!!

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The music was loud. The drinks were strong. And you were having a blast. You ended up at this L.A. party with three of your friends after they asked for you to join since you hadn't been out in a while. They were excited to say the least when you said yes to their request.

"Honey!!" Your friend Bianca shouted over the blaring music. "Are you having a shit ton of fun because I sure as hell am!" Bianca was one of the three friends you came with, the others being Naomi and Chloe.

You replied with, "Yes, B, I'm having a shit ton of fun." She smiled happily, hugging you. She absolutely reeked of whiskey and vodka. "How much have you had to drink?" You asked.

She giggled. "Oh, just a teeny, tiny amount," she said while pinching her fingers to show 'how little' she drank, slightly leaning on you. Bianca's head perked up though when she saw a handsome man staring at you. "Oh, honey, I think someone likes what he sees," she pointed at the stranger staring at you from across the room.

The stranger was wearing black pants, black boots and a white button up that had very few buttons done up on it. His hair was dark and styled back into a gelled quiff. He looked extremely fucking hot. In his right hand was a glass of what looked like whiskey. And a ring adorned one of his pinky fingers.

Just as he was staring at you, you began to stare at him. Your eyes met for just a split second and immediately you blushed and looked away. Bianca noticed. "And I can see that you like what you're looking at, too," she smirked.

The stranger smirked and placed his glass down on the table beside him. He began to walk over to you. The colored lights from the party illuminated him and his features, making his sharp jawline stand out even more. The lights accentuated his nose and you could see his biceps slightly through the material of his shirt. God, he was fine.

He finally reached you and leaned his arm against the bar behind you. "I'm Alex. And you are?" His voice was thick with a Yorkshire accent and that made him even more hot. You took a moment to answer him, still in disbelief that he was talking to you. But you eventually told him your name.

"And I-I'm Bianca, if you cared to know. Which you don't. So I'm just gonna go find Naomi and Chloe," Bianca said, embarrassed that she introduced herself like that. You and Alex laughed. "Have fun, honey," she said as she walked away. You were absolutely positive she sobered up just to say that and see your reaction.

"Sorry about Bianca, she's a little drunk," you laughed. He chuckled out, "It's no problem, me friends are a little drunk, too."

You laughed because of the irony. Neither you or Alex were drunk. Yeah, you'd both had your fair share of drinks, but you weren't drunk by any means. Hell, neither of you were barely tipsy. Yet, all of your friends were just a little drunk or tipsy.

"I seen you from across the room," he said.

"I saw you staring at me," you replied, a small smirk appearing upon your face.

"You were staring, too," he smirked back. Before, you couldn't really smell his cologne but now you really could. The smell of it and his voice was all you focused on as you looked at him and him only. "What about it?" You were quick to reply, trying to sound confident in front of Alex.

"Well, you see, we both have something in common," he raised his eyebrow at you.

"And what might that be?"

Alex leaned in closer. As he spoke you could feel his breath on your neck. "We both like what we see, and I think you and me both would like to act on it."

The way he spoke drove you mad. His voice alone got you wet. Your eyes met his and you bit your lip. "Would you like that, doll?" He asked, slightly deepening his voice. You sighed, "Yes." It was just loud enough for Alex to hear.

His free hand reached up towards your neck and he whispered in your ear. "Then, follow me so I can fuck the shit out of you." That did you in.

Mere minutes later, you were pushed up against a wall by the bathrooms. No one was around and you and Alex were too eager to wait any longer. His hands went to your thighs and forced you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He was about to carry you into the bathroom, and then he heard someone coming towards you both. "Fuck," he sighed. He had to think quickly and think quickly he did. He sat you down on the ground and grabbed your hand. "Follow me," he said.

You asked, "Where are we going?"

"To my car. I'm gonna fuck you in the backseat," he quickly replied. Fuck. The idea of getting fucked in his car riled you up. Fucking in the bathroom was one thing because there were walls and no one could see you. Fucking in the car meant that you could be caught just by someone walking past you both.

He was quick to lead you out to his car, more eager than you were to fuck. Quickly, he unlocked the black car and opened the door to the backseat. "Get in," he said, motioning for you to get in as quickly as you could. He followed and grabbed you by the neck. "The one good thing about fucking in a car instead of the bathroom is that you can be as loud as you want," he smirked. He pulled you in for a kiss and his hands went to work to get your blouse off. He pushed it off your shoulders and threw it into the front seat so it'd be out of your way.

You undid the few buttons on his shirt and threw it into the front seat as well. Alex's hands started to caress your chest and he pulled away and asked if he could take your bra off. You nodded and he was quick to do so. He started to caress your breasts and he dipped your head down to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand entangled in his hair, slightly messing it up, pulling on it. One of his hands fondled your other breasts, and the other went down to your shorts, tugging on the button as if he were asking if he could take them off.

He lifted his head away from your breast and he was quick to get rid of your heels. Then he unbuttoned your shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down, teasing you. Then he pulled them off along with your panties. "Fuck," he almost moaned. "You're so fucking hot."

He pushed you completely down on the seat and he went to kiss you, one of his hands going to tease through your folds. "Shit, you're so fucking wet. . . All for me?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," right as you replied he pushed in two of his calloused fingers, slipping in easily from how wet you had become. You gasped at the push and closed your eyes. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of you. In and out. In and out. Over and over again, getting you closer to the edge.

His head went to your neck, sucking on a spot as his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles on it. You tugged on his hair and started to moan. His fingers sped up, as did his sucking on your neck. Goddamn did he know how to use his fingers.

"I'm close," you moaned, pulling on his hair.

"Cum on my fingers, doll," he rasped out, pressing down hard on your clit whilst harshly pumping his fingers. The feeling pushed you over the edge. Moaning as your walls closed around his fingers, panting when you come down from the high.

He pulled his face away from your neck and looked at you. His lips were flushed and his hair was messed up from where you'd pulled on it. "Fuck, you're fucking hot," he said, quickly sitting up to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just far enough with his boxers to pull out his cock.

Alex was painfully hard and precum was leaking from the tip. He maneuvered himself just a little to be sitting over you before grabbing your legs and spreading them for him. One of his hands kept your leg spread open and the other went to line his cock up with your entrance. He began to push in and you were so wet that it took one thrust for him to be completely inside you.

You let out a loud moan and shut your eyes when he started to move. His hands were both now situated on your legs, holding them open and using them for leverage as he thrusts in and out. Alex was letting out loud moans, head thrown back, mouth agape. He took your legs and pushed them up as close to your chest as he could, making you feel him even deeper.

Your hands grabbed at his biceps and pulled him down to kiss you. And you don't know how, but he felt even bigger and deeper than previously. Your hands went to his back and started to scratch down it. He sped up when you did. "Fuck . . . fuck me, you feel good," Alex moaned. He pulled you over so that you could be on top of him.

He grabbed your hips when you were taking too long to move and he started to pull you up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled you down onto him, he thrust upwards, making sure that you feel all of him.

Then, his thumb went to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. "Oh, fuck," you said, hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm gonna cum," you said.

"Cum all on my cock, doll," he rubbed your clit harder and thrust as fast as he could. One final thrust and harsh flick to your clit was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a loud moan and threw your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he kept moving you on his cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you collapsed against as he still kept moving.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum. . . Where do you want it?" Alex moaned.

"In my mouth," you said. He pushed you off of him and you got on your knees to take him into your mouth. "Fuck," he moaned out, hand gripping your hair and pulling it to move you up and down on him. Your mouth was warm around him, making him moan at the feeling.

His tip hit the back of your throat every time you bobbed your head. You hollowed your cheeks around him, licking his tip. "Fuck, your throat feels amazing," he moaned, starting to thrust his hips into your mouth. Then, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and he finally came, thrusting wildly into your mouth, holding you down on him.

Once he came down, he pulled you off his cock and pulled you in for a kiss. He began to deepen it before you pulled away to catch your breath. "Can't get enough of you, I swear," he said in a lower voice tone. "Would fuck you all night if I could."

You bit your lip at the idea. Alex noticed and lightly chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," you said.

"Why don't we take this back to my place then?"

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #matt helders #jamie cook #miles kane #the last shadow puppets #alex #turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #nick omalley #miles knae #am #am arctic monkeys #alex turner am #alex turner arctic monkeys

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thesound1989 · 8 months

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Snap out of it

#2014 tumblr #2014 grunge #aesthetic #2014 revival #grunge tumblr #2014 aesthetic #tumblr #grunge aesthetic #alex turner #tumblr girls #downtown girl #artic monkeys #arctic monkeys concert #am arctic monkeys #2014 core #grunge tumblr concert #tumblr aesthetic #post concert depression #post arctic monkeys

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cocaineheartz · 1 year

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all i ever wanna say is “are you mine?”

#arctic monkeys #2014 revival #2014 grunge #grunge #indie sleaze #tumblr grunge #soft grunge #dark grunge #alex turner #505 #am arctic monkeys #2013 tumblr

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girlalm1ghty-blog · 8 months

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a 2014-2016 tumblr grunge autumn

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ajearthlinggg · 1 month

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FUCK HEATHER I WANNA BE ARABELLA

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cats-and-cacti · 8 months

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you’re telling me arctic monkeys released am and hozier released take me to church and mgmt released their self titled and lorde released pure heroine all within september of 2013. how did I survive all that at the time. how has it been a decade

#what the fuck you guys #the way each of these formed and shaped me into the person I am today……. feeling normal !#lorde #arctic monkeys #hozier #mgmt #am arctic monkeys #pure heroine #take me to church

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arabellasrevenge · 10 months

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#am arctic monkeys #2014 tumblr #i miss 2014 #tumblr grunge #2014 revival #spotify #2014 nostalgia #2k14 tumblr #arctic monkeys #alex turner #r u mine

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musicjam10 · 5 months

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The Car, Arctic Monkeys, 21. October 2022.

To give you an introduction to this album, just imagine yourself in a car late at night, driving with somebody. It's mature,intimate, sudoctive, quiet, and calming. A big contrast from the usual Arctic Monkey catalogue.

Because of that, many long-term Arctic Monkey fans try to ignore it or not give it much attention, but I would disagree strongly with them.

After many listens, I fell in love with it, and I think it stands strong with the likes of AM and Favourite Worst Nightmare.

I instantly fell in love with it when I heard the first sounds of it. The mix of vocal harmonies, orchestral instrumentals, and a jazzy-soul sound can be heard throughout the album.

All songs are perfectly connected to tell a coherent story. If I need to pick a favorite track, it is definitely Body Paint or Big Ideas. Even though I do have favorite songs from this album, I find every song wonderful, and find that every song that comes after the last enhances the experience of listening to it. It's hard to express this album in words. I find that you need to listen to it, to get the feeling of it. I encourage anybody to listen with headphones because it feels like an out-of-body experience.

Sadly, the weakest part of the album was Turners's voice; it kind of sounds childlike, and it feels like he's trying to push his voice in different directions, but with various outcomes. None the less, after some listening, you get used to it, and it does not worsen the experience overall.

Another point I would bring up is its run time; it clocks up to around 30 minutes. I found it a little disappointing because the album flies by in a minute when you get into it. As well, it doesn't help that, for me, the weakest song is the closing track to the album Perfect Sense. It feels like it just wants to say, "Okay, it's over. Why are you still here? Go now!''.

To sum up, the band has grown, as has their music, and by the looks of it, it's here to stay for the future. The album is a new direction, softer, more elegant sound that experiments with different types of musical expression.

I would give it a: Big recommendation; it may not be for everyone, but that is not the reason to skip it.

If you found my review worth discussing in any way, I'm happy to do so.

Yours trully,

MJ.10.

#music #music blog #arctic monkeys #the car era #am arctic monkeys #favourite worst nightmare #alex turner #the last shadow puppets

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ziggyplayedguitar96 · 8 months

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John Cooper Clarke reciting the original “I Wanna Be Yours” poem he wrote in 1982 before the Arctic Monkeys start the show on September 9, 2023 (the 10 year anniversary of AM)

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #jamie cook #matt helders #nick o’malley #john cooper clarke #i wanna be yours #am album #am arctic monkeys #am era #am5 #i wanna be yours poem

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SUBMARINE PRESS CON (2011)

Alex Turner for Submarine Movie Press Conference and red carpet. Upscaled and edited to 4K.

I also found a text of the interview while searching for pictures. You can read what has been talked at the press by this link:

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #high quality #photoshoot #submarine #celebrity interviews #jamie cook #matt helders #nick o'malley #sias era #am arctic monkeys

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ferociousmochis · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY hear me out:

Al and reader with a hand kink 😏

Play with me

Alex Turner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom alex/sub reader, hand kink, fingering, choking, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, literally just pure smut

You always adored his hands. The way his elegant, nimble fingers danced so beautifully across the strings of his guitar. They were long and graceful, you couldn't help yourself from being mesmerized by him.

You'd only been casually dating for a month now but he was truly something else. The man had you wrapped around his beautiful fingers from the moment you locked eyes. He was the most attractive man you'd ever met and his charm was incomparable to any other, you adored his plethora of little nicknames for you and his many romantic gestures.

It was safe to say you were infatuated with each other. Regardless of this, you still were a little shy- embarrassed even- when talking about sexual topics. Of course he loved to see you flustered, getting a rise out of your was his favorite. Your little pink cheeks and wide eyes- god it fucking killed him every time. Nothing made him crazier then seeing you flushed and whimpering.

You'd imagine his surprise when he began to notice your attraction to his hands. He saw the way your eyes lingered on them a little longer than they should, how your legs pressed together ever so slightly when he played guitar for you, and, oh how you loved holding and touching his hands, lightly running your fingertips across his rings and tracing the veins of his arm.

And so, he tortured you. Sly little touches plagued you every chance he got, he did everything to rile you up. Wrapping his arms around you in public, making sure you felt his grip on your waist. Alex was a possessive lover. Seeing his effect on you drove him insane, an effect that only he could have of course.

On this particular day you knew Alex and the boys would be working late, so you decided you'd do something nice. You'd spent the whole day crafting the perfect macaroon recipe until they were just right, and excitedly brought them down to the studio as a fun surprise for everyone.

Your little sundress swished with each step as you pushed the door open, carrying the little basket of baked goods. Jamie was the first to spot you. "Hey little lady! Whatcha got there?", he nodded curiously. "Just a little something for you guys, Alex told me it was gonna be a long one soooo-", you pulled out one of your little treats. His face lit up as you tossed him the basket, "You're the best Y/N".

You giggled before turning to the rest of the group, noticing Alex fiddling with his guitar. Your face heated up a bit, seeing him play always did something to you that you could not explain. He lifted his head, locking eyes with you from across the room. His demeanor seemed off. He was tense, his eyes raked across your form and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You flashed him a light smile and waved through the window, his jaw tightened before he returned to playing. You brushed it off as inappropriate timing and left it at that, assuring everyone that you'd see them later before hurrying back home as to not disrupt any longer.

Only a few hours had passed before you heard the front door swing open and shut. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, making a beeline for your room. You glanced up towards the door and saw his dark silhouette outlining the frame. Rubbing your eyes, you whispered, "Alex?". Soft moonlight peered through the curtains, illuminating your skin as you lay under the covers.

You crawled out of bed, making your way around to meet him. His face was nearly impossible to read, eyes darting all over your features. A small nightdress hung loosely from your shoulders, cutting off around the apex of your thighs, your hair was somewhat messy and your lips were parted ever so slightly.

He didn't say anything, instead he just approached you like he was on a mission. His hands moved to toy with the hem of your gown, knuckles brushing against your thighs. "Do you enjoy disrupting me at work, love?", he questioned, his voice low. "N-No! of course not-" you stutter, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. "Ogling me at work like I wouldn't notice", he turned away, moving towards the bed. You shuffle after him, "Alex I-". "You what?", he tests, turning back to look down at you.

Your face is beyond red now, you had no clue what to say. He places his hand under your chin. His fingertips traced your jaw, angling your face to his own. The contact made you shudder, the span of his palm cradled most of your face. His eyes flicked between yours and your lips. The rugged pad of his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip, leaving you even more flustered. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before tangling his hand in it and pulling your face up to meet his in a desperate kiss.

He sits back on the bed, pulling you into his lap as his hands travel beneath your nightdress, pulling it over your head and leaving no curve untouched or unkissed. He runs his palm over the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh and spinning you around. His hands hold you tight, pulling your back firm against his chest and into his lap. His large hands grasped your breasts as you squirmed and wiggled against him. "Such a needy little thing", he whispered into the crook of your neck.

One of his hands trailed down your stomach and to your thighs, peeling them apart. His fingertips traced light patterns into your inner thigh as he taunted you. "Silly girl", he grumbled, "distracting me at work in your little dress". You were breathless, each moment his hands inched closer to your hot core, "just begging for me to touch you".

You lean flush against his chest as he spread you open wider, feeling beyond exposed in contrast to him being fully dressed. His hand snaked between your thighs, skilled fingers rubbing your clothed center. You rut your hips out against him, desperate for more friction. "I've seen you watch me play..", he whispered almost as if he was sharing a secret. His fingertips stroked your covered hole, admiring the wet patch forming on your panties. "Is this what you wanted doll?", he continued, "You want me to play with you instead?". You bit your lip and nodded frantically, painting a devilish smirk across his lips.

He hooked the delicate material of your panties, pulling them to the side. You could hardly breathe without choking on the tension. He ran his nimble digit through your folds. "So fucking wet already", he smirked, "and I've barely touched you, darling". He circled your clit lazily, not enough to satisfy you, but applying just enough pressure to leave you exasperated. You whined, completely at his mercy. "What's wrong love?", he teased, "frustrated?".

"Well I bet now you can imagine how I felt when you walked into the studio today", he whispered, his husky voice cutting you like a knife. His breath was hot against your neck, warm lips attaching to the sensitive skin as he spoke. "Oh how I wanted to take you right there, in front of all of 'em", his hand's movements quickened in pace, making your breath catch in your throat. "Thinkin' about how I would bend you over the fuckin' console-", he groaned in your ear, "and fuck you till you're screamin'". He chuckled darkly, "we'd probably make a damn good record".

You glanced up at him weakly, your eyes clouded with desire and mind hazy. You let out a surprised squeak when his middle finger breeched your entrance. "Fuck- you're tight", he gasped, dragging the digit in and out of you slowly. "But I think you can take more than that", he declared, his tone laced with lustful venom. He added his ring finger, and the slight stretch burned deliciously, causing your head to loll back on his shoulder.

You rocked your hips against his hand, soft whimpers dripping from your lips. He sought out that one spot in you that made you see stars and boy did he know when he found it. The pads of his fingers nudged your spongey g spot, making your whole body jerk forward. Your back arched off his chest but he was quick to wrap his arm around you, holding you right where he wanted you. "There it is..", his voice is almost patronizing, making you feel small and under his control. His long fingers curled up, stroking relentlessly as a knot began to form in your lower abdomen. "Look at yourself sweetheart", he muttered hoarsely, "I want you to watch while I fuck you with my hand". The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you consumed your senses. His words alone were bringing you to your release, but his ministrations are ultimately what made you snap. With the curl of his fingers you were spasming against him, your legs shaking weakly sprawled out on the bed. "Good girl", he gasped, holding you to his chest as you rode out your high.

He flipped you over and you sunk into the bed, your back pressed against the mattress as he towered over you. His large hands ran across the span of your body. His fingertips trailed from your calves, down your thighs and up your waist, until his hands were kneading your breasts. You squirmed under his touch, the sensation was overwhelming as lingering ecstasy still pricked your nerves. He brushed the pad of his thumb across you sensitive nipple making you whine. "Pretty sounds", he murmured, "so pretty". His mouth found its place at your other nipple, nipping and sucking on the supple flesh. His free hand plunged between your legs, his calloused thumb rubbing rough, tight circles on your clit. You arched up against his chest as you whimpered desperately, "Alex please-". He loved to hear you beg. "Please what, darling?", he pressed. Of course his perfect girl always knew just what to say- "please fuck me Alex"

He practically tore his shirt from his chest. Each curve of him looked like a sculpture, designed and created just for you. You felt yourself clench around nothing as he freed himself of his pants, his size always made your breath hitch in your throat. He was long and thick, light veins decorated the span of his shaft, leading up to his weeping tip. He lined up with your entrance, pumping himself in his hand a few times before running his head through your folds.

He sunk himself into you slowly, relishing in the way your tight walls gripped his length. You felt so full you could nearly explode, like he was splitting you in two. He pulls himself from you nearly completely, before rolling his hips into yours, snapping up sharply to meet you. You feel him brush against your cervix, and a broken moan ripped itself from your chest.

His head falls back with a groan. He was iridescent, the light beading of sweat on his bare chest making him glow in the dim light. He grasped your chin directing you to meet his gaze, his eyes were dark and the intensity of them made you shrink. He brought his face closer to yours, studying every micro expression that flashed across the span of your face.

He doesn't waste much time picking up an aggressive pace, you felt your mind going numb with each passing moment. He palmed your breasts, pulling your body to meet him with each thrust. "S' good", you babbled softly, only spurring him on. He lays propped up above you, the stiff peaks of your breasts brushing his chest in tandem with his harsh movements.

He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. This earned a desperate whimper from you, "Oh you like that don't you?", he whispered, "I thought you would".

He removed his hand from your throat, but its absence was short lived when he shoved two of his long fingers past your lips. You sucked eagerly, almost as if on impulse. The idea of his hands all over you, even in your mouth, made you clench around him. "Fuck-", he breathed, biting the inside of his cheek as his thrusts faltered, "such a good fuckin' cunt". You were drooling all over yourself and his hands, "such a pretty little mess, 'eh?".

He removed his hand, now slick with your salvia, dipping back down to your swollen, needy clit. You cried out, incoherent sentences pouring from your lips. He knew you were close, just teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Come on, sweetheart", he groans, "let go for me".

He curses your name as your cunt clamps around him, a deep moan escapes his chest as his thrusts stutter. Your tense muscles milk his cock almost instantly. Hot ropes of release paint your walls, making you feel impossibly more full.

He crashes into you, his face buried into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist tightly. Your hearts are beating fast as you try to catch your breaths. He looks up and smiles,

"You should come by more often."

Oml its been ages since I've posted. I went back and forth on so many prompts and tossed so much shit out of indecision, but I finally finished one. It's not my best work, but it'll do and I just wanted to get something out. Again, this is another late night write and its not proofread, so it prob is littered with mistakes and I will likely end up editing later. Love ya'll, thanks for reading ❤️

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