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Cornerstone.// Alex Turner X Reader! (Non-smut)

prompt: Alex used to date your sister, but now that she has passed away, you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face.

words: 3K.

a/n: I have a habit of revisiting some old fics of mine, as is the case with this one. It helps me improve my vocabulary. I thought it was fair to repost this one in particular, now with Alex.

You vividly recall the first encounter with him.

It happened at the inaugural party of many to come in your life, precisely on your 18th birthday. Given your introverted and reserved nature, your sister, despite the physical resemblance, had a personality that stood in stark contrast to yours. With a two-year age gap, she possessed a demeanor at parties that belied her years. Able to handle drinks effortlessly, her charisma was perfectly suited for celebrations. While you had always imagined her to be that way, having grown accustomed to her returning late on weekend nights, witnessing it firsthand was both fascinating and slightly intimidating. Parrot's Beak, it seemed, was made for her.

Approximately 45 minutes into the party, your gaze landed on Alex, engrossed in conversation with some friends. His adorable cheekbones and striking eyes were prominent, and the effects of the drink had bestowed a lovely, flushed pink hue on his face — almost as if his skin begged to be kissed. The memory of that moment remained etched in your mind, easily replayed without closing your eyes.

Over time, you found yourself mustering the courage to smile at him, occasionally adjusting your hair between shy glances, attempting to present your best self. However, the anticipation and hope in your smile quickly transformed into disappointment as he approached. It soon became evident that his occasional sweet eyes between sips of beer were not directed at you but at your sister. He hadn't even noticed your presence, and then a discomfort sensation enveloped your entire being.

That night, you accepted being an outsider as they walked away to the bathroom, deciding it was best to keep your initial impressions of Alex to yourself. It seemed like the wisest course of action, even after four years of witnessing their relationship and continuing to find him captivating.

"You need to stop calling me," you sighed, running the back of your hand over your eyes. The dawn unfolded around you, and in her absence, you imagined how she would have already roused you, taken the phone from your hands, and playfully sprawled on top of you, eliciting laughter until you both drifted into sleep together. "It's been almost a year now; you need to stop calling me."

"But you always make it better," his inebriated voice resonated in your mind. Oddly, you found solace in listening to him. After spending numerous years making her happy, hearing his voice felt akin to experiencing her broad smile after buying a chocolate cake at the corner coffee bar where you now worked.

"What do I make better, Alex?" You asked, elongating a conversation that felt uneasy.

"Me," he sighed deeply, prompting a mirrored response from you. "I like your voice, especially after you've just woken up. It's so calm and crystal clear." He continued speaking until your voice fractured into a sharp sob, and you attempted to bite your lip to contain yourself. If she were there, a single word from her would have pacified him. But she wasn't, and he was like this because he no longer had her.

"I like you, Al. I genuinely wish you nothing but the best, but I can't do this anymore," you expressed, aware that there was a chance he remained oblivious to the fact that he sought you out because you reminded him of her. "I miss her too, and it's becoming too painful."

With those words, you ended the call, pressing the phone against your chest, fully aware he would call again the next night, and you would pick up. You'd exchange a few words with him, feeling miserable afterward for allowing him to repeat the cycle. Yet, the truth was, the following day, you'd feel a strange sense of contentment—not in a healthy way but in a nostalgic manner that trapped you in a cheerful image of your sister. Whenever she had the chance to describe how wonderful a date with Alex was, you would endure the day.

As you drenched your pillow, the pulsating music from The Rusty Room, coupled with dancing figures, prompted Alex to moisten his lips. His night would unfold like countless others since she departed – he'd drown himself in alcohol, envision her face in someone else, and either find solace in the arms of a new acquaintance or get ousted for being too much, leaving him no choice but to dial your number. On nights when his emotions surged more intensely than before, he would do both. He'd call you, harboring the hope that, upon hearing your voice, you would magically transform into her. Then, he'd share the details of his day, lamenting about how no one in the band seemed to tolerate him anymore, and wait for your reassuring words. Obviously, reality didn't align with his expectations. You were as resilient as she was, which, although beneficial for him to picture her, wasn't what he needed in those moments. Especially because the two of you had never spoken for more than five minutes. Consequently, he had no option but to persist in his search for her.

In the light streaming from the window where she stood gazing out, her hair shimmered like yours, yet somehow it seemed to complement her better.

"Do you think he'll come in the cute blazer?" She asked dreamily, evidently already envisioning the date like a movie. Witnessing her enthusiasm brought a sense of joy to you.

"Yeah, and 'comfortably' smelling of cigarettes," you laughed, mimicking air quotes as you repeated what she had confided to you the night before.

However, her expected laughter never came. In seconds, as soon as she spotted him approaching, she flung the door open and leaped into his arms. Her limbs encircled his neck, and so did her legs. He held her securely, accustomed to this routine, and kissed her head with a broad smile.

"I missed you," he sighed, muffled against her shoulder, embracing her tightly as she nestled into his black blazer. The words carried such weight that you almost believed they hadn't seen each other the day before.

They continued murmuring sweetly under your observant eyes until you realized how awkward it was to linger there. Forcing your legs into motion, you retreated from their line of sight.

"Sis, babe. You want some cake? We’ll bring you some!" She shouted, causing you to glance back at them before truly departing. He waved at you. Apparently, they hadn't even noticed your presence. Even if you declined, she would bring the cake, knowing you'd indulge regardless. You nodded.

"Fine, we're going to deliver some pieces of red velvet," he declared, his focus already back on her face, causing your stomach to flutter with the realization that he remembered your favorite — as inappropriate as that was.

Still absorbing your dry words, he caught sight of her shiny hair and perfect skin bathed in the strong red light. She smiled at him, huddled up in a wicker chair, her eyes at the same level as his as he wandered up for a closer look. It felt like the first time, so he came close and kissed her, stealing all the air from her lungs; the random girl wouldn't mind having another name tonight.

Alex returned home the next morning in his car, swearing he could still smell her scent on his coat, transferring it to his seatbelt as he extended his trip to the next coffee bar just to feel her presence for longer.

"He's all yours today!" Your manager said in mock animation.

His eyes were lazy, his lips rosier than usual trapped in a perfect pout, stubble on his face, and yet he looked like an angel; but smelling of booze and sleep-deprived.

"What do you want?" You asked, observing him up and down; putting on your best character to try to fool him, or yourself. "You need to stop harming yourself like that, Al." You let your eyes dip into his, and what a regret, now your whole body tingled.

"I just want a nice coffee, I need to be alive to work," he raised his hands in redemption, giving you a cute half-smile. His voice as melodic and sweet as on the phone. "I just need to calm my mind down, buttercup."

His whisper ran down your spine, making drops of coffee from the machine splash onto your hand instead of into the cup; your body knew it was wrong, but your mind had liked being called that.

"How's life?! How are things going, huh, after all that, y'know..." He went on while you gave him his usual hot coffee.

In response, you shook your head, looking around you, cursing the place for not being so busy so that you could have more customers.

"Fine, no more talk, buttercup." He sounded low and careful this time. You had to take your eyes off him because you felt like you were going to cry.

No more smiles on his tired face, he straightened his clothing, handing you a crumpled currency. Avoiding his eyes, you took it in your hand, taking his change and writing it out in Letraset for him.

"Thank you," he said, this time without repeating the pet name, since both you and him were now being watched by your manager. Even in front of others, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at your writing; so similar to hers in form, yet so cruel.

“She deserves a better job.” You heard her speak even though you were away from their table. She was in his lap, not in a vulgar way, they were just enjoying each other's presence like that. Couples passing by whispered about how cute they were; you didn't deny it.

“She seems to like it ‘ere. It's super cozy; you love it too,” he said in his husky voice, running a hand through his dark hair. He was right; you didn't hate it there.

“I know, but I think she can do better. I trust her. She has potential; she just needs help.”

You dodged it, even though you knew she only wanted your best. Hearing her talk about it made you feel smaller, and seeing her talk about it to other people—Alex—made it worse.

“And...?” Al pouted, letting her kiss him. His smile grew, face lit up, and for a minute, you thought she wouldn't speak anymore as she focused on his lips.

“I wish you could ask her to do some marketing for the band, like around here and Twitter. She would do fine. You know I wouldn't lie. She likes these things; could be a good try.” She winked at you, and you smiled excitedly. It was a good idea; she knew you well. You loved her.

“That sounds good for the band too; we could have more people listening to us,” Al said in agreement, beaming just as she was. You would be the first person working for them. “That’s wonderful, buttercup.” He added, making her hug him tightly, nearly knocking them off the chair.

Your tongue flicked over your lips, repeating the endearing nickname silently. It was adorable and suited her. Running a hand over your hair, which now had a dark coloration, you wished you hadn't dyed it. Not that that would change anything.

"You shouldn't let him call you the same way he sweetly called her," the manager warned when he saw him leave. Your sister was always around with Alex; they were completely in love with each other and never hid it from anyone. It was evident he had noticed.

"He just needs to heal."

"So do you."

'No, you can't call me the way you used to call her' was marked on his change.

Next night, at Battleship.

Rum had already become a vital elixir to oxygenate his blood. By the 4th shot, his mind swirled with thoughts of you, from the tip of your nose, seemingly tracing him as he spoke, to your conflicting voice when you expressed that you didn't want him around. He craved you.

He glanced around the room, searching for his daily fix of sex for the night but soon changed his mind, taking his cell phone in his hands and punching in your number that he already knew by heart.

"I'm sorry, you're by yourself?" A serene voice awakened him from his trance. The shiny hair and lips drawn in a perfect shape that made him forget about his cell phone.

"Yes, I am," he confirmed, his throat going dry. Every night the same thing, but he still got carried away by a vision trick; given that the reality was way too difficult to face. "All by myself, yeah."

She chuckled at his despair, and even though the sound didn't resemble hers, he decided he could play pretend in his mind. The girl remained silent, planting the image of her in his head as he tightly shut his eyes. For a moment, he swore he couldn't feel his feet anymore, wondering if it might be the effect of being close to her ghost. However, when he spoke it out loud, calling the random girl by another name, all he felt was a pair of hands pushing him back while she cursed him in as many ways as possible. Did the girl say her name to him? He couldn't tell; it wasn't like he cared.

"I need you," tears streamed down your chin, your voice reduced to sobs.

His smile broadened, scratching the affected spot, his body easing as he listened to your voice fill the phone call. You needed him, so you called him, just like every other night.

"A nightmare again?" he asked cautiously, not even needing to inquire about its content; he already knew.

"Yes," you looked tired, as much as he did. "I need you, Al. I can't stop thinkin’--."

"I'm on my way, buttercup."

The shared room still carried her scent; he recognized it as you dispersed the remnants of her perfume across the bed she once slept in. The ambiance shifted in her absence, a palpable change felt by both of you. Strangely, it felt comforting to be there, surrounded by the lingering trace of her false presence.

"You're drunk again," you sighed as his fingers grazed your cheekbone, wiping away some tears. "She wouldn't like that."

He nodded, "she really wouldn't." Alex smiled, observing a shy smile form on your lips.

In the ensuing silence, your movements were sudden. Your arms encircled his waist, compelling him to embrace you tightly. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he found solace in the fact that you were no longer shedding tears. The absence of words rendered the atmosphere more comfortable, clearing his mind and relaxing his muscles. As you buried your face deeper into his shirt, he let his chin rest on your head, and you sought comfort in the scent that had once clung to her clothes.

“Sis?”

“Huh?” You mumbled in pain.

“C’mere,” she replied before you vomited again. You were seated in the bathroom, facing the toilet—for the third time this week. “You have to promise you won't drink like that again—or I'll have to let our parents know about it.” She pulled you into her arms, her voice shaky with concern.

“I’ll try,” you said, the words sounding funny and somewhat meaningless. She furrowed her brows, uncertain about how to handle the situation. “I promise.” You buried your nose in her sweatshirt, which belonged to him but had been in her possession for a long time. The scent was potent, with lingering traces of cigarettes that infiltrated your mind. It brought a mix of sadness and comfort, akin to having him somehow. She didn't say anything else, just squeezed you.

The weather mirrored your mood—grey and somber. Finding motivation for work was the last thing on your mind today, and on many other days.

"What’re you doin’ outside? Weren't you supposed to be workin’?" Al said, tucking you under his umbrella. His eyebrows turned into an adorable concern.

"I can't work; I'm very sad and sleepless," you imitated your manager's voice, displaying pure irritation.

"Not a good day, I see," he remained in high spirits, even with your angry face as your Uber request was denied on the screen in your hands.

"Wouldn't you go get a coffee?" You deposited your disappointment in him. His face still in a smile, he was never one to be shaken by so little; just like her, in fact so alike to her that it was quite annoying at times. She wouldn't be giving hate to anyone for her bad day.

"There's no point; I only come ‘ere for you." Your mind knew well; it was already used to his tricks, but you still couldn't help but melt.

His words softened your body, and you allowed yourself to look at him. He didn't seem to have had a rough night; his eyes were as intense as she had described the night she met him. "Cornerstone doesn't make any sense without me, I agree with you." His lips spread; you were happy to be the cause of it.

The comfortable silence wrapped around you. He brushed your hair back from your eyes, getting so close he thought you might understand. "Can I get much closer?"

You nodded, feeling the tears blurring your vision. You knew he saw in you a way not to forget her face, but letting him go would hurt more. "Look, I'm really not supposed to – but yes, you can call me anything you want."

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Calm Like You

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: On a date to the fair, you and Alex go on the ferris wheel and you get scared; Alex comforts you and takes your worries away.

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

-Requested from wattpad

a/n: this one is also kind of short

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You smelt popcorn, funnel cakes, cotton candy, and soft pretzels, the smell lingering all around you and Alex. Your hand in his, fingers interlocked. As you both walked, you saw kids running around, riding rides, and couples sitting down and eating or playing games. You had initially planned to stay in tonight, having worked long hours all week, but Alex had somehow talked you into going out with him tonight, saying that you would love it and that he missed taking you to the fair. And, you couldn't say no to him, but who could though?

The cool breeze danced against your arms, having chosen a short sleeve shirt, not considering how cold it would be later on during the night. Alex took notice of you shivering and stopped you both in your tracks. "You want me coat, love?" he asked, starting to remove his jacket even though you hadn't answered him yet. "No, Al, then you'll get cold," you said, stopping him.

"Don't worry about me. You're freezing, let me give you my jacket," he protested, giving his jacket to you to your dismay. You sighed, taking the jacket, knowing that he wouldn't let it go until you took it from him. You slid the leather jacket on, with Alex's help, always the gentleman, and you started to walk again. "So, what do you want to do first?" Alex asked, wrapping his arm around you tightly, keeping you close and warm.

"Umm, the game where you knock the bottles over with a ball," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Okay," he said, grabbing your hand, leading you to the game. Alex led you over to the game and the worker looked up at you both. "What can I help you two lovely people with?" he asked.

"Uh, we'd like to play the game. How many tickets for three shots?" Alex said, getting out the tickets that he'd insistently bought even though you'd said that he could just pay upfront. The worker told him that it would cost three, and Alex ripped off three from the ticket roll and handed them to the worker. The guy working the booth handed Alex the balls and stepped aside just so he wouldn't get hit by one of the them.

You stepped back, letting Alex have his room to throw the ball. You watched his every move carefully as he planted his foot behind him, before throwing it, knocking down the tower of bottles in his first shot. You smiled widely, hugging him tightly.

"Alright, which one do you want?" the worker asked. You were looking at a big stuffed brown bear and Alex took notice of that. "I'll take that big bear," he said. The worker quickly got down the bear and handed it to Alex, and he handed it to you. "Thank you," Alex said.

The two of you walked away and you held the bear close to your chest, thanking Alex for winning it for you. "So, do you want to get some food quickly?" Alex asked, motioning his head towards a funnel cake stand.

"Of course, Al," you said. He smiled at you and you both walked over to the booth that had funnel cakes on display, getting in the back of the line that wasn't very long, thankfully.

"So, what do you want to eat, me love?" Alex asked, wrapping his arm around you, holding you close, the warmth from his body heating you up even through his leather jacket. You glanced over at the menu that was hanging, glancing over all of the delicious, sugary sweet fair foods that you loved so much. You kept looking at it, stopping when you saw funnel cakes with ice-cream, fruit, powdered sugar, and chocolate syrup. You looked over Alex, telling him what you wanted. "I want the funnel cake with ice-cream and strawberries."

"Okay," he said, scratching the coppery goatee that he was starting to grow and that you had become quite fond of. The line moved quickly and you were happy about that, didn't want to wait in the long, tortious lines that the fair normally brought. When it was your and Alex's turn to order, Alex told them what you both wanted, Alex having decided to share the funnel cake with you.

Once he ordered, you both stepped off to the side so that you didn't hold up the line, and you both patiently waited for your funnel cake and your drinks, having decided on soda. Seven short minutes went by until you got your food, Alex grabbing it as you went to go find somewhere to sit, and he quickly found you and sat down beside you, handing you your drink and sitting down the food with two forks.

He picked up a piece of the funnel cake with his fork, holding it up to your mouth. You laughed and opened your mouth, eating the piece that he got for you. "'ow's it taste?" Alex asked, wiping off a bit of powdered sugar that was on your upper lip from where you got your own piece.

"Delicious," you said, getting a bit of whipped cream on your finger and dabbing it on his nose. "Boop," you smiled.

He scrunched up his face and wiped it off himself. You both ate the cake, making cheesy jokes, being cliché. You finished the funnel cake and threw away the trash, wiping Alex's face with your finger to get the powdered sugar off his perfectly gorgeous face, much like he had done before to you. "So, what do you want to do now?" you asked as Alex began wrapping his arm around you again.

"Umm..." he said, looking around. "How about the ferris wheel?" Alex asked, motioning towards it.

You didn't like ferris wheels, nor did you like heights, having been stuck on the very top of one when you were little for at least ten minutes. You should've said no, and you knew that, it would be the only way to keep you sane, but the way Alex looked at you, the way he starred you down with his chocolate brown eyes ... it made you weak and you just had to say yes. I mean, who would say no to Alex Turner?

You nodded and watched the way his face lit up whenever you did. He was so damn adorable. He held you close as you walked to the ferris wheel, wanting you to be warm even though you had his jacket. When you got to the line, you hoped that it would go by slow, already getting nervous. But as your luck was, the line went by fast. An when it was yours and Alex's turn, you started to shake as you sat down and Alex took notice of this.

"You alright, love?" he asked, holding you hand. "Baby, you're fucking shaking."

You started to move, the seat rocking. You closed your eyes, holding onto Alex, and your stuffed bear that he had won for you, tighter. All the seats filled out and the wheel started to move around, doing a few laps around, your eyes shutting tighter, holding Alex tighter as well.

"Alex, I don't like this," you said shakily. You opened your eyes at, of course, the right time, you were at the very top, stopping for a minute or two.

"Hey, it's okay, I've got you," he said, kissing your temple. You looked down again, not thinking it through, getting dizzy just from looking down. Alex quickly thought of something to calm you down, grabbing and lightly squeezing your face to bring your lips to his, kissing you deeply, but softly at the same time. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his were now around your waist, holding you close.

You were quickly calmed, the sweetness of the kiss the only thing going through your mind at the moment. You now felt at ease, all the worries and tension leaving your body. Alex slowly pulled away from the kiss as you started to come down. "Better?" he asked, resting his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his own.

"Much better," you smiled. You and Alex were soon to get off, walking away. And as much as Alex comforted you, you never wanted to go on a ferris wheel ever again. Alex then asked you what you wanted to do and did whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the night.

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