#idk what tags ppl use anymore bru

[chemo-n-vicodin]

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

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you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

#AHDJDHFKGJ #first writing post in *checks clipboard* MONTHS ??!!?!?? #acts surprised... even though i know ive not been doing anything about it.... um.. #ANYWAYS #i hope u like this bella !!! #mine: writing #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #fluffy alex #fics: alex #requested #tee hee

[th0tblckgrl]

A Trip to Greece

Charlie bushnell x Fem!Black!Reader

Fluff

Desc: Group trip w Dior,Luke,Walker,Aryan,Leah and etc.

WARNING: under the line is some slightly sexual remarks and Andrew being a hype man

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Y/n posted,

Y/n.y/l/n at the airport W gng but I had to take all the pics cuz I’m a photographer 😔

Leah.sava.Jeffries GIRL WDYM U HAD TO TAKE THE PHOTOS U WOULDNT LET US TAKE THE PHOTOS

⤴️y/n.y/l/n idk what ur talking abt girly pop

Charlie.bushnell I’m so sad I didn’t get a lot of pics of my fav girl at the airport

⤴️Andrew.Alvarez your so whipped

⤴️y/n.y/l/n your so single

⤴️Andrew.Alvarez your so mean bru 😭

Charlie.bushnell posted,

Charlie.busnell 😍😍😍

Tagged y/n.y/l/n

Y/n.y/l/n ik I’m beautiful 😌

Dior.Goodjohn MEOOWWWWW MEOWWW

⤴️Charlie.bushnell that’s my girl chill

⤴️Dior.Goodjohn shes Boutta be mine

Leah.sava.Jeffries SO BEAUTIFUL SO PRETTY JUST LOOKING LIKE A WOW

⤴️y/n.y/l/n TY BAEEEE

Dior.Goodjohn posted,

Dior.Goodjohn just wanted to say thanks for being my friends for all these years ❤️

tagged y/n.y/l/n

Y/n.y/l/n ty for being my bsf since kindergarten and taking me on this trip W u guys❤️❤️

⤴️Dior.Goodjohn Ofc❤️❤️

Charlie.Bushnell let me just save that photo 😍

⤴️Walker.Scobell creep.

⤴️Charlie.Bushnell let me love my bae in peace😭

Y/n.y/l/n posted on her story,

Desc: do you guys hear that purring?…

In the Gc

Leah: erm y/n what what that on ur story 🌚

Y/n: idk what ur talking abt

Charlie: sureeeeeeee 😉

Y/n: shut uppppp 🙄

Dior: y/n that story is so down bad ngl

Y/n: you guys are delusional I don’t know what your talking abt

Aryan: that was a very inappropriate story missy

Walker: ew Aryan don’t ever say missy again 🤮

WARNING: below this line is kinda badly written and in involves sexual remarks

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Private messages between Andrew & Charlie

Andrew: SHE WANTS U BROOOO

Charlie: IKK

Charlie: SHIT SHES CALLING ME

Andrew: TALK TO UR BAE GO GET THEM BUNSS

Charlie: 🌚 she’s a lot more than buns but ok Andrew ( I rlly want them buns)

40 mins later

Andrew: what round y’all on damn

Charlie: idk maybe 4th?

Andrew: I WAS JOKING BRO GROSS

The Gc

Leah: do u guys know what happened to y/n is I’ve been trying to text her

Dior: idk I’ve been trying to text and call Charlie to go to the gym but he won’t answer

Andrew: ik where they are🌚🌚

Leah:?

Dior:?

Dior: OHHHHHHH

Leah: OMD THATS SO NASTY

Andrew: no it’s not they are making love ❤️

Dior: are you 40 who says making love

Y/n: Leah why do u keep texting me I’m busy rn

Charlie: Dior do u still wanna go to the gym

Dior: Erm not anymore 😭

Y/n: u guys are so weird

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OMD THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE I BEEN BUSY W SCHOOL (ms C please jump off)

ANYWAYSS TY TO ALL THE PPL THAT VOTED

And also please don’t ever request for me to make an smut abt the younger pjo cast because they are jnfact underage and that is illegal a wrong and I’d ask for others to refrain from making those types of stories abt them.

TY LOVE U BABESSS

(Also I literally didn’t know what to write for this 😭)

#black women #charlie bushnell #pjo cast #leah sava jeffries #dior goodjohn #andrew alvarez #walker scobell #th0tblckgrl writes

[chemo-n-vicodin]

hey!! if you need requests i have a cute concept that i was thinking of! so basically, reader is touring with the band in 2006 and is really overwhelmed about everything, the fame, being away from home, etc. and breaks down in their hotel room when alex comes in and comforts them, kissing them on the forehead which causes the reader to lean up and kiss him on the lips instead AAAHFHRJ IDK just an idea!!

you’ve got the face on

wpsia!alex x gn!reader

warnings: reader gets overwhelmed and cries a little but that’s about it - the rest is fluff

AHDJSHDJFJ i am SO soft for 2005/2006 al like .. ???!!?!!? thank u for the request sorry it took so long, i hope u like it <33

you didn’t know when you got back to your hotel room, but you were just glad that you were. you curled up on the bed you shared with alex, ugly crying with your face hidden in your hands.

today was supposed to be good. but it wasn’t.

the boys had an interview, and that was it. yous were supposed to be free for the rest of the day, but here you were, curled up in your hotel room, alex still in the lobby with the others.

the interview itself went great – the interviewer was respectful, funny, and witty, which was amazing (and rare). you even laughed a few times during their interview. your whole day was only ruined after you left to buy yourself some food.

there were quite a lot of people outside; passers-by, fans, and paparazzi. of course, only the passers-by and some fans didn’t disrespect your personal space. the rest felt like they were going up to your face, taking pictures, some even with their flash on.

when you got to a fast food restaurant, you quickly ordered and got your food so you could go back to the interview place. while you walked back, you walked past a restaurant with a family that was quite like your own back home. it’d been a few months since you left to go with the band for their tour... you missed your family, your home.

everything was setting you off. you were almost in tears by the time you got back. the interview had been over for a few minutes by then, so the boys were getting ready to leave. you arrived at the hotel lobby a little later, then you ran up to your hotel room.

which brings us back to the present.

you were still quietly sniffling, trying not to be too loud with your sobs so as not to disturb the other guests.

you heard the door unlock and footsteps walking to the bed. the bed sank where alex sat, his hands awkwardly smoothing the sheets.

“hey, you alright?”

you looked up at him through your tears, the pillow still covering the rest of your face, your body hidden under the covers. you sniffled again and shook your head, no.

he laid beside you, running his hand up and down your side. “you can talk to me about it, y’know. i mean, if you want to...”

you softly smiled before it melted back into a wobbly frown, tears rolling down your cheeks before you buried your face in the pillow again. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, the pillow muffling your voice.

he pulled you closer, your chest against his as he wrapped his arms around you. “sorry for what, love?”

“dunno… today was supposed to be good for you guys but i feel like i ruined it.”

“pshhh, none o’ that! you didn’t ruin nothin’, love, please don’t worry about it, alright?” you felt his thumb softly stroking the back of your head, trying to comfort you. “you didn’t ruin anything, swear on me life.” he held up a hand as though he was taking a pledge. okay, maybe you laughed a bit at that.

you both lay in comforting silence, only the sound of quiet breathing disturbing it.

you turned your head up to kiss his cheek. at the same time, he tilted his head down to kiss your forehead — your lips accidentally meeting in the middle, your eyes smiling at each other.

you pulled away and hid your face on the side of his neck, playing with his hair as he played with yours. you felt him quietly kiss the top of your head.

“thank you, al,” you mumbled into his skin.

he leaned back to see your face. “for what?”

“for making me feel better.”

he kissed your forehead, mumbling something about taking care of you and not to worry about it.

“i’ll go run us a bath, love. be right back,” he stood up to leave, but you gently grabbed his wrist.

“bathe with me, please?”

“of course, that’s why i said i’d run us a bath, innit?” he grinned as he kissed your cheek.

#alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #alex turner #mine: writing #ahhh !!!!!!! another fic off the checklist 💕 #this was such a cute request too