#most normal alex turner fan

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wallpaper tour

[sophaeros]

new arctic monkeys layout :) (ft. one tlsp icon)

sauces:

photowidget: emirates stadium, london, ph. lewis evans (x)

3rd row: kia forum, inglewood ca, ph. 35mmrock (x) // body paint mv // centre bell, montreal, ph. euges.film (x) // there'd better be a mirrorball mv

4th row: rockin'on, september 2009 (x) // sculptures of anything goes mv // there'd better be a mirrorball mv // sias photoshoot (x)

5th row: body paint mv

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Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

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Will We Talk? | Part 2 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader | Being Katie Cook’s best friend means you see a lot of a certain band, so it’s too bad that the lead singer can’t seem to stand being in your presence. You’re all too aware that you get chatty when you’re anxious, and despite being around each other for a decade, Alex still makes your heart race (and not in a good way). But then he asks a question you never expected to hear, and it changes everything: “Do I make you nervous?”

Word Count: 15.2k

Warnings: Smut 

A/N: Besties, hellooo! I honestly can’t explain how shocked I am that with the response to Part 1. Alex stans you’re back and I’m thrilled you enjoyed the first part! I’m so excited to share this one with you, I can’t believe after almost 2 years this fic is finally coming out and I’ve finally finished part 2 ahahhaa. Really hope you enjoy it, can’t wait for your reactions. Let me know if theres anything that you want to see happen in part 3 because I’m very interested! Thanks again to @alovesreading and @kennedy-brooke for putting up with me pecking your head and helping with this chapter, it’s much appreciated! Thanks everyone for reading, and I really hope you enjoy! Thanks a million x

| My Masterlist | 

| Part 1 |

Just as you were turning yourself around again to head upstairs, Alex leaves you shell shocked when he asks you, “Do you want to fuck me?”

Instantly your eyes are the widest they could possibly get and you’re sure your jaw falls open. Looking at him intently to try and make sure you’re not dreaming this, you deadpan, “Excuse me?”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Alex asks, putting the record back like it's the most casual thing to ask someone he barely speaks to, “Is that why I make you nervous?”

This should be the easiest response you’ve ever given him.

“I-”

But your words fail you. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

Wait… Do I want to fuck him?

You scorn yourself, not needing that question answered right now because you’re so confused, you have your own questions that need answering.

Your words are immediately defensive and you don’t hesitate to narrow your eyes as you ask, “What have I done to make you think that I want to fuck you?”

“Well everything that I just mentioned is what rules out fan behaviour.” Alex tells you saying this like it’s the most normal thing leaving his mouth, “It was just something else that popped into my mind whilst I was trying to figure you out.”

Why is he trying to figure me out in the first place though?

After a second Alex raises his eyebrows at you, curiously wondering, “Well?”

“I- I’ve not- ever really given it much thought.” You stumble on your words, because in truth you think you’d maybe twice looked at him and guessed he was good in bed and you didn’t let your mind wonder past that.

When he asks, “Do you not think it would be good?” after waiting for your answer, you’re sure he can read your mind.

Your brain is whurring around, but you can get it together enough to say, “I never said that.”

Alex smiles a little at that and he takes a step closer as he asks, “So your answer is yes then?”

“Never said that either.” You shake your head, taking as much of a deep breath that you can without making it obvious.

Alex shrugs a little as he watches you, “Well it's a simple question.”

Is he deluded? This is the furthest from a simple question he could ever get.

“You sound like you want to fuck me.” You fire back at him, hoping he’d give you some inclination of how he even wanted you to answer.

He smirks at you as he says, “I mean, I'd be interested in seeing if your mouth can do something other than talk at a hundred miles an hour.”

Holy fucking shit.

If you’re honest this feels like you’re having the biggest practical joke of all time played on you. You have no other idea where all this would be coming from, because you certainly can’t imagine Alex Turner - out of all the people you know - saying suggestive things to you.

You’re truly shocked to your core. Never did you ever think that this brief trip to your house would have you gawking at Alex like he was a headless chicken. But because he just said that, you’re a bit fuming now.

“You’re sounding pretty cocksure.” You frown a little at that, getting defensive, “Why does me being nervous and chatty around you automatically make you think I want to fuck you?”

“You’re not like this with anyone else.” Alex smiles as he tries to explain himself, because to him it makes perfect sense. He’s experienced it before which is why he’d rather hear you tell him straight and he hopes that explaining where he’s coming from will make you more vocal, “Which tells me you can’t blame every interaction we’ve had on you being an introvert. And you don’t know me well enough to be nervous around me because you really like me, so that leaves me with the assumption that you might want to fuck me.”

“That's possibly the most arrogant thing that’s ever left your mouth.” You frown at him but Alex can’t help but think it’s adorable. Like a mouse is angry at a cat.

But then you make him fully grin when you say in your anger, “Besides the fact you think my mouth would be occupied before yours, that's hilarious in itself. No wonder you’re single.”

Stop fucking talking Y/N. Nulled your point completely there, you idiot. Stop thinking about it!

“So you’ve planned this out already.” Alex smirks, “Good to know.”

“No I-” You stop yourself from saying anything else you regret as panic bubbles in your stomach. You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and you start to say, “Alex can you p-”

But your words halt and your eyes open when you feel his hand come to rest on your hip. You see he’s right in front of you now and he’s looking at you reassuringly with only a vague amused smile on his lips.

You’re positive you stop breathing when he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes go wide again, and unable to stop yourself you ask, “Right now?”

“Yes.” Alex nods with a small laugh.

“No,” You shake your head, and shock is so clearly seen on your face and heard in your voice when you say, “You can’t.”

Alex has to ask you, “Why not?”

At the end of the day a kiss could make up your mind. Something so innocent is surely something you wouldn’t be opposed to.

You almost make Alex burst out laughing when your defence is, “Because I’ve not had a drink.” and not because you don’t actually want to.

His lips are curled up into a smile when he asks, “Why do you need a drink for me to kiss you?”

“To help me relax.” You tell him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and the singer has to keep it together.

Feeling the need to remind you he blankly states, “It’s a kiss.”

“Sorry,” You shake your head, looking at him like he’s just told you he has three big toes or something abnormal. What a fucking idiot, it’s not just a kiss when you’ve not had a drink. You had to ask him, “When was the last time you kissed someone sober that wasn’t a person you were seeing?”

Alex laughs openly for a few seconds there and the way he’s laughing does seem genuine. It’s the same laugh that you’ve heard when he’s in Miles’ company or anyone else who he actually likes to spend time with. You just really don’t know why you’re hearing it, but it does calm you down.

Both of you share eye contact for a few seconds as you watch him laugh and you’re processing the past few minutes in your mind. Alex Turner, your best friends’ husband’s best mate, has as asked you if you want to fuck him. And he’s pretty much told you that he wants to fuck you. And he’s asked if he could kiss you.

And as you’re thinking all of this, you’ve subconsciously settled into his hold on you. Both his hands are holding your hips now, resting gently as his thumbs move over the soft material of your skirt.

You’ve not realised you’re now looking at him inquisitively, you’re looking up at his features like you’re curious. And truthfully, now you are. The longer you look at his face, the more you wonder if his skin is as smooth as it looks. The more you catch sight of his lips, the more you wonder how he’d use them when they are against yours.

So Alex asks you a simpler question in a quiet voice, hoping to not scare you out of the trance you seem to have got yourself in. “Do you want me to kiss you, Y/N?”

You try not to think about what he’s said, instead you look up into his eyes during this quiet moment you’re sharing. He seems to understand that you’re silently asking him if he actually wants to kiss you, so Alex just leans down and answers your question.

The moment his lips connect to yours, you feel like your heart is about to go into cardiac arrest. Like it’s the last burst of energy before it ultimately gives up on you and you pass into a peaceful and less anxiety inducing afterlife.

But you don’t die on the spot. Instead, your lips move against his slowly as you let him lead you.

And Alex kisses like he has no other place to be apart from right here. The previous rush of needing to get back here and get changed before Katie and Jamie come to pick you up is as if that was never the plan at all.

You’re trying not to spiral or let your erratic nervousness get the better of you, all you try to do is focus on every movement you feel. On Alex’s hands wrapping further around your back, tightening his hold on you as he kisses you sweetly.

You're taken aback when he deepens your kiss which ends up with your hand taking a hold of his shirt and you pull on it a little as you whimper into his mouth. The noise you release doesn’t phase Alex in the slightest, if anything it encourages him further and he no longer treats you like you’re about to break.

It turns heated and Alex is pleased that you’re responding so well to him. When he draws a moan out of you, he can’t help but feel proud of himself and when you tug a little on his shirt to keep him in the kiss, he really likes it.

He’s not been able to get the thought of what you would be like to kiss or fuck since that night you came to his gig. And finding out that you were available and that you weren’t seeing anyone when he walked you home that night earlier in the year, meant that it was all Alex could think about since getting back home from the latest leg of the tour.

You’re a little breathless when he pulls away and you’re dazed to say the least. Alex opens his eyes first and sees that yours are still closed as if lost in the moment. Your grip is still strong on his shirt like his is around your waist.

“That was good, yeah?” Alex asks softly when you open your eyes.

Your words start to fail you immediately, “I-” so you end up looking down as you feel your cheeks heating up.

But the last thing Alex wants is for you to go back into your shell. “Y/N?”

You have no idea why, but you’re in so much shock at what’s just happened that you blurt out, “I don’t do one night stands.”

Alex smiles a little at that, edging his bets a little when he raises his eyebrows, “Who said it had to be one night?”

“Well, I- I’ve never done the friends with benefits thing.” Blinking a few times, as if to get your thoughts in order, you add, “In fact, I don’t even know if we’re quite friends.”

“We’ve known each other for nearly a decade Y/N,” He fakes a little hurt, “You wouldn’t call me your friend?”

“I’d call Jamie my friend. I’d call Miles, Matt, and Nick my friends.” You're honest when you say, “But I think this is the longest time you’ve ever spent alone with me.”

Alex just grins, “I think this is the only conversation we’ve ever had where you’re not speaking at double speed. Is that because you’re too nervous to even speak now or because you’re shocked?”

The singer is pleased that you don’t go back into your shell at his teasing. Instead, he’s met with the firery side of you that he met earlier when he asked if you wanted to fuck him.

“This might be the only conversation we’ve ever had. And it’s very much the shock.” Some self consciousness kicks back in though as you step out of his arms, “Do you even think I’m attractive or are you messing with me for your own amusement?”

After you move away from him a little, Alex goes and perches on the arm of your settee and folds his arms together when he answers, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

“It’s a perfectly valid question.” You tell him, mimicking his movements and crossing your own arms.  

“No, I’m not messing with you. I think you’re really attractive.” Alex tells you truthfully.

It’s confirmed. You’ve definitely accidentally fallen into an alternate reality where this Alex Turner is a hell of a lot nicer than the other one you're used to.

You just believe this further when he adds, “I have done for a long time, but only wanted to do something about it the last few times I’ve seen you.”

“Are you on drugs?” You deadpan, crossing your arms as you walk towards him to stare into his brown eyes hoping for a sign that there’s a fucking party of drugs in his bloodstream.

But Alex laughs as you check his pupils and he shakes his head, “No. Not even had a drink yet.”

And you believe him because his pupils are a normal size and he seems with it in every way other than the words spilling from his mouth. And that just leaves you so beyond confused.

Running a hand through your hair, you scorn him as you begin to pace, “You could have at least hinted or something.”

“I definitely did.” Alex tells you.

Bullshit.

You shake your head as you pace, scoffing, “When?” as you don’t expect him to have an answer.

“When I told Jamie to invite you to our shows,” Alex holds one finger up and adds a second and third when he lists, “And I gave you that triple A pass, and I got you a drink.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” You stop right in front of him. Wide eyed, you go into teacher mode on him and say, “Half the time you answer me in as little words as possible when I speak to you, that's absolutely no indication that you want to fuck me Alex! I don’t even think you spoke to me that night.”

“I bought you a drink!” Alex argues his point, an amused smile still playing on his lips though. You’re funny when you’re feisty.

You want to roll your eyes at him. You end up counterarguing, “How was I meant to know that was you trying to come on to me if you don’t follow it up with a conversation or a shitty pick up line at the very least?”

Clearly Alex remembers the night better than you do because he tells you, “We had a conversation and you barely let me get a word in edgeways.”

And just as you’re about to argue back to try and wipe that victorious smirk off Alex’s face, your phone starts ringing. Quickly walking around Alex to grab your small bag that you had on before, you pull your phone out and see that it’s Katie calling you.

“Fuck,” You look out of the window and see the taxi pulled up at the side of the road. “They're here.” and you’re not fucking ready.  

You briefly answer the phone and tell your best friend that you’ll be out in a minute. You hang up when Alex gets up from his seat and you start rushing around trying to find your tights again because now you really have run out of time.

But you can’t even do that because when you turn around to try and check in another shopping bag, Alex is there and he quickly kisses you again which catches you by surprise. It doesn’t last anywhere near as long as the other one but it still leaves your lips tingling and wanting more.

Pulling away, Alex tells you, “I’ll go and tell them you’ll just be a minute. I think we’re going to have a fun night, don’t you?”

And all you can do is gormlessly stare after him before he pulls his jacket back on and leaves your house with you genuinely not being able to process the last 10 minutes. And you don’t even have fucking time to process it because you needed to be out of the door 2 minutes ago.

So you opt for the last thing you wanted to do when you left the Cook household. You slip your ripped tights off and throw them in the bin before you leave the house and once you have your bag and your boots back on, you lock up and get into the taxi.

You’re cold already which you’re not pleased about but your temperature is the furthest thing from the front of your mind as you climb in the black taxi and you’re seated beside the man who’d just kissed you twice. He looks at you with an amused grin but you don’t give him any satisfaction of looking back at him.

The annoyance in your system grows when Jamie nods down to your bare, and thankfully smooth, legs and asks, “What’s happened to new tights?”

“I couldn’t find any.” You brush his comment off and just look out of the window so you don’t say something you regret like, ‘blame your best mate for asking if I wanted to fuck him and then he kissed me twice’.

You have to bite your tongue at Jamie’s quiet comment back, “Could have saved you the dull walk back if you’d listen to me, Y/N.”

That trip home is the furthest thing from dull that’s probably ever happened to you.

~*~*~*~

At the club Alex has been quite different to how you were used to him - he seems to always be keeping an eye on you, trying to stay close to you at all times but not in an overbearing way, simply wanting to spend more time in your presence.

And whilst that’s enough to have your mind spinning after what had happened back at your house, his casual flirting is only making you even more aware of the change in his behaviour.

If it wasn’t him briefly brushing your waist with the pads of his fingers before joining your chat with Katie, it was him getting you another drink and whispering in your ear about how good you looked. Everything he did slowly drove you insane, and it was no surprise to you that you drank more as a result.

Thankfully now you’re relaxed about it, the more he’s been doing it, the more you’re enjoying it and want him to continue. But that doesn’t mean his behaviour doesn’t affect you. On the contrary, there were multiple occasions in the first few hours at the club he boldly flirted with you when only you were in earshot and he left you completely at a loss for words. But you can’t lie to yourself, it got your heart racing.

So when he comes up behind you at the bar and smirks as he jokes into your ear, “Christ, do you wanna slow down?” you don’t mind at all.

You laugh as you finish taking the sour shot you just got for yourself, “Nope.”

Being properly tipsy Alex notices definitely loosens you up a little. You don’t look anxious all the time, and you’ll actually laugh at the jokes he’s telling you and you’ll look like you’re not nervous to be around him all the time which he much prefers.

There’s something about the way he’s standing behind you but with his arm on the side of the bar, trapping you in your spot beside him that you quite like. And when you look up at him you’re trying not to smile when you see the way he’s looking at you entirely entertained, like he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from you.

You feel your stomach fill with that nervous feeling as he keeps your gaze, but instead of blabbing on like you usually do, you ask, “Do you want to do a tequila shot with me?”

“Yeah, okay.” Alex nods and you quickly ask the bartender who served you just a minute ago for two shots.

The singer is standing close to you as you both watch the bartender move, but when you feel Alex’s hand move from holding the bar to the small of your back you look up at him. Almost as soon as you do, Alex turns to look at you too and the time that you hold eye contact, you feel that pull between you that you felt when he kissed you earlier.

And you can’t help but want him to do it again. But you need to get something off your chest before you even think about what he offered you earlier. You lean up a little so you can say into his ear for only him to hear, “I'm nervous around you because you’re always grumpy and distant with me. You never engaged in any conversation I’ve ever had with you, except tonight and the time you walked me home.”

“So there…” You lay it all out on the table for him, and you pull back a little so you can see his face again, “Before tonight nothing to do with it was about sex.”

“And I’m sorry about that Y/N. I really am.” He looks and sounds sincere as he says that, and you believe him when he tells you, “I’ll do better.”

“Good.” You nod, “So you should.”

Alex can’t help but smile as you turn back to the bar to grab your shots. The bartender has put the lime on top of the shot for you and you move them towards you.

Leaving Alex’s shot in front of him, you grab the salt shaker and lick the back of your hand before sprinkling some on the same spot before you pass it to Alex. You watch as he does the same and you pick up your lime and shot and wait for him to get to the same point you’re at.

Once he is, you’re both grinning as you turn to face each other properly so you can do the shot. “Cheers.” You smile and raise your glass up to him.

Grinning, Alex clinks his shot against yours and he watches intently as you lick the salt from the back of your hand, him doing the same simultaneously. The shot is next and he can’t help but be a little shocked when you don’t pull a face when you swallow the spirit but there is a little relief on your face when you bite into the lime.

Grinning as you both put the shot glasses back down, you can’t help the small intake of breath as Alex’s hand finds your hip this time and he holds you against him as he asks over the loud music, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Of course, you accept with a smile, “Yeah okay.”

You really do quite like this friendly side of him, whether he’s flirting with you or not, you don’t mind now you’ve had enough to drink. You much prefer this version of him to the grumpy bastard you’re mostly used to.

Pleased with your answer, Alex asks, “Amaretto?”

Nodding, you grin, “Please.” still finding it both amusing and shocking he knows your drink of choice.

Alex orders drinks for you, a double Disaronno on ice, and for him, a whisky coke. Once you have them the bartender asks the both of you, “You paying for everything together?”

And as you shake your head, Alex verbally disagrees telling them, “I’ll get them all please mate.”

“No,” You shake your head, looking at the bartender and saying, “Let me get the shots.”

“I’ve got them Y/N/N.” Alex gently knocks your hand with your card in, out of the way and puts his card on the machine before you can get yours there.

You sigh and look at Alex who now has a shit eating grin on his face and frown. But instead of scorning him like you want to, you tell him, “I’m getting the next ones.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Alex smirks despite having no intention to make you pay for anything tonight.  

You pick your drink up and smile at him, “Thank you.” as you take a sip.

Alex smiles as he picks his drink up too and he rests his hand on the small of your back as the both of you make your way back over to your friends. It's about 10:30pm now and you’ve had a great night so far, especially after Kelly came out to join you too along with Nick and Kirsten.

You always thought Nick's divorce was amicable, thankfully nothing like Matts (although you will and always will be on Breanas side of it). But you’ve always loved that Nick never made Katie feel like she couldn’t bring her friend out with you all, and it helped that Kirsten always got on with Kelly and she just became another friend.

Before you take a seat, you thank Alex again and he smiles and nods as he moves to sit beside Nick. You perch yourself down next to Katie as your previous seat and seeing an opportunity arise you lean in and kiss her cheek to draw her attention.

“Hello gorgeous.” Katie grins, her eyes lighting up seeing it was you who kissed her.

“Oh stop it.” You can’t take a compliment to save your life so your cheeks heat up a little.

Albeit, not as much as they’ve been heating up as a result of Alex flirting with you since you got to this club. His flirting made you glad for the low lighting because you don’t want him seeing just how much he can affect you.

Katie asks, “Where have you been?”

“I went to the toilet and then went to the bar to get a shot, but ended up doing a Tequila with Alex.” You explain why you’ve taken so long.

Katie can’t help but smile at this. It feels like you and Alex have somehow slowly become much less awkward with each other the past few times you’ve seen each other and your best friend is thankful for it.

She knows it’s not from your lack of trying, despite how shy you are. Katie is just glad Alex is finally giving you a break and not being a colossal twat.

So she smiles at you as she points it out to you, “You and Alex seem to be getting on easier today.”

“Yeah,” Your eyes go a little wide at her saying that.

You’ve not told her anything about what was said at your house earlier, nothing about the kisses or the proposition to fuck. So you know she’s just being genuinely happy for you that you’re not feeling awkward on a night out with him.

And you really don’t fancy opening that can of worms and making things awkward for yourself by telling her. Because, despite loving your best friend with all your heart, you know she won't keep her mouth shut and it will make you so overly paranoid, you’d rather pretend like it didn't happen and just keep silently enjoying being flirted with.

“He’s not acting like a total dickhead and ignoring me which is helping conversation.” You nod, chuckling a little as that is usually what made your skin crawl in the past.

“Well yeah, that will do it.” Katie laughs.

You let your eyes glance back to the man who bought you your drink and your heart stutters a little when you see he’s already looking at you. You feel your cheeks heat up again as a result of his stare, but you smile back at him as your stomach flips and you give your attention back to your best friend.

Alex on the other hand, can’t take his eyes off you, or more specifically your lips. Since you’ve returned to your friends, you’ve not stopped licking your lips, making them more plump by the second. All the singer can think about is having them on his own again, and he’s dying for it. He should have kissed you at the bar like he wanted to.

He’s half certain you’re doing it unconsciously as a result of the tequila shot, as he can still taste it on his lips too. You only seem to be doing it when you’re not talking, so he realises that must be the reason you’re doing it and not to just silently torture him.

You girls manage 5 minutes of chatting to each other again before you hear the start of Beyonce’s Single Ladies fill the room and it's Katie who gasps and stands up immediately. She drags you from your seat, demanding that you go and dance with her and after that tequila shot, you’re in no position to deny her.

Kelly and Kirsten join you and you’re not sure how many songs pass, it all becomes a bit of a blur as the boys come up and hand you more drinks when they spot you’ve finished your others. Alex is the one who comes up and gives you yours, the first time you notice his eyes scanning your body and you feel no need to hide under his stare like you usually do, you feel great and you’re having too much fun so you thank him and let your eyes take him in.

He looks fucking great. The Chelsea boots paired with his blue jeans that are tight on his arse, and since taking his leather jacket off earlier, he has rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt making him drool worthy. His hair is a nice length again now, longer on top instead of the buzzcut makes him look younger again.

Alex doesn’t miss the way you look at him that time, and he doesn’t miss it half an hour later when he brings you your next drink up to the dancefloor. He catches your eye and raises the glass that you can tell is yours by the shape and you wave him over, and he makes his way over to you.

You’re borderline drunk now, but for you the night feels like it’s just getting going. Little do you realise that your friends are going to have to leave in a little over 45 minutes to get back to the kids.

Alex smiles as he stops in front of you, a little out of breath and sweaty from singing and dancing but he can’t help but think you look so vibrantly alive and full of the best type of energy. This is how he wishes he’d seen you all along, this is the side he wants to see more often of Katie’s shy and nervous best friend.

“For you.” Alex hands the drink over and you eagerly accept, needing something to soothe your throat.

You grin, and take a desperate sip before saying an appreciative, “Thank you.”

Alex’s eyes move back to the people dancing behind you and over to the other 3 girls who he sees are still dancing away but quickly become distracted by Nick and Jamie bringing them their drinks. But Alex looks into your eyes as he points out, “You look like you’re having fun.”

“I am,” You nod, and because your inhibitions are so much lower now than they were earlier, you ask over the loud music, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Course.” Alex nods, smiling at the mere fact you want to.

Stepping closer to him, your chests almost together, you lean up and say into his ear, “Do you actually want to fuck me?”

Alex smirks, but instead of teasing he just leans down and lets his lips brush your ear as he confirms, “I wouldn’t have put so much effort into flirting with you if I didn’t.”

Whilst he loves the small whine you let out, he can’t help but be a little amused yet concerned by the way you rub your temples. You move back a little and tell him, “You’re fucking with my head.”

Alex thinks you look a little stressed about it again like you did earlier, which is the last thing he wants. You’d got so close tonight that he was sure you were feeling the same way he was.

So Alex tries to reignite that flirtiness with you, he leans back in and says, “I’d rather give you head, if that’s any consolation.”

Your cheeks flame at the same time your heart skips a beat and your stomach drops. You didn’t realise how much you like the thought of Alex being the one to do that until it’s offered to you. And the fact he’d said it so bluntly, there was no way you could find a way to twist his words.

He wants to do that. Alex Turner wants to go down on you. And you’ve somehow got to survive the night after hearing that, you have no idea how.

“You- I-” Trying to tell him off is pointless, and giving a coherent answer is even worse, so you end up asking, “Is your aim to make me flustered every chance you get?”

Alex smirks, and instead of answering directly, he just tucks your hair behind your ear as he grins, “You’re cute when you go all stuttery.”

Again you can’t fathom any words, you’re left a little blindsided by the compliment so Alex takes over. He leans into your ear and says, “Would it help your decision if I told you that I want you to agree? That I want you to say yes.”

When he moves back to look at you, in his eyes you can see he means it, along with the lust that’s beginning to shine through too. Whilst it’s finally nice to actually know what’s going on in his head, it doesn’t make things any easier in yours.

“I-” You start but both you and Alex get interrupted.

“Guys, we’re off.” Kirsten shocks both you and Alex out of your conversation and you both turn to her and Nick who you hug goodbye.

Not 10 minutes after they leave, Kelly decides to call it a night which you don’t entirely blame her for because after the last shot you three girls had, she looked like she could fall asleep at any moment.

After getting her safely in a taxi, you and Katie come back up to find the boys and you see them now by one of the pillars with a table around it that isn’t too far from where you were dancing earlier. You do notice now just how busy the club has got, everyone dancing is like a sea of bodies, making it very easy for the singer and guitarist to maintain their anonymity.

Katie, being the loving wife that she is, kisses Jamie deeply after she takes her new glass of wine from him, making you avert your gaze from the couple and focus on the singer again. Alex smiles at you and holds out your new drink for you to take.

“Thank you.” You say loudly over the music and reach to take it from him.

“Ah,” Alex pulls it away from you before you can take it. Over the music, he says, “I have a question.”

“Go on.” You raise your eyebrows prompting him to continue.

Alex only smirks and leans down, resting a hand on your hip as his lips brush your ear and asks, “Can I kiss you?”

The feelings both the proximity to him and the question stirs up in you isn’t unwelcome. The opposite even, but you’re just so shocked he’s asked when your friends are right there.

Kissing like teenagers and definitely not paying attention to the two of you or not, you can’t believe he’s asked when you’re barely a metre away from them.

Not wanting to say no, you bargain with, “If you dance with me?” instead of giving him what he wants on a silver platter.

You’re going to make him work for it. You don’t just sleep with anyone for the sake of it.

But before Alex can even respond, Jamie gets his attention over the music and you see him put two fingers to his lips and simulated smoking.

“Shame,” You lean up to Alex’s ear as you say that. “Maybe later.” You smirk, patting his chest before you grab your drink from him, followed by catching your best friend's hand and pulling her back to the dancefloor with you.

But it’s only about 10 minutes later when you and her find the boys in the smoking area and you tell Jamie that you think she needs some air. Katie almost decked it twice whilst you were dancing and once on the way outside so you think it’s best for her to slow down a bit before they go home,

And when you look at the happy couple, you can’t help but think Jamie will probably be worse for wear tomorrow too. Thank god it’s a Friday night and you know none of you have anywhere to be tomorrow morning.

You’re giggling with Katie as she leans against her husband and the wall one minute, but it’s when you tune out of their slurred conversation you hear your favourite song being played and you think fuck it as you disappear back inside. Once the music is loud again and you’re back in the middle of at least a hundred sweaty bodies, you let yourself loose to the music.

Despite no longer having your best friend to grind against, you let yourself have some fun. Something that if sober you saw, she would probably cringe from the way you’re moving but all your inhibitions are gone. You’re moving freely to the music and you feel fantastic.

You’re unsure how long passes before you feel a large hand hold your waist and a body pressed up behind you. But you don’t panic like you normally would, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of being held.

It’s only half way through the new song that you even turn to look at who it is, and when you do you can’t help but smile and lean back into him when you see it’s Alex. At this point, he looks about as drunk as you, if not more but you don’t hesitate to let your hips move as they were with him now pressed up against you.

You would think you were throwing caution to the wind if it wasn’t for the fact you know your friends are nowhere in sight. Alex wouldn’t be this obvious about it if they were.

With the way you’ve just started grinding against him, Alex can’t think very clearly. You know exactly what you’re doing, teasing him by rubbing your arse against him where his dick keeps twitching for you.

You absolutely love the way the singer can’t keep his hands off you. If you weren’t as drunk as you are you’re sure that you’d be judging yourself right now but feeling him holding you against him and the way you can feel his lips on your neck you let all your inhibitions go. You feel the best you have in a long time and you don’t want to let that feeling go.

So when you’re encouraged to turn towards him you don’t hesitate. You carry on dancing though, putting your arms above your head as you carry on moving to the music, but then you grin at him as he pulls you into his chest and you let your arms fall on his shoulders.

It feels hot as the both of you continue to move against each other but you feel out of breath when Alex dips his head and he starts kissing just below your ear. Letting one hand fall to the side of his neck, you encourage him to continue, leaning your head in the opposite direction so he can carry on his teasing.

But there’s only so much you can take, you need more. So you pull back a bit so he moves and looks at you again, but as soon as you do you lean in and kiss him.

And this time it's like your body sets on fire, goosebumps erupt all over from the intensity of it and you want to savour every second of it. Alex pulls you into him, both his arms wrap tightly around your lower back so you can’t escape him, but you don’t want to. You want nothing more than his lips against your own now and for the rest of the night.

So much so that you don’t hesitate for a single second when Alex deepens the kiss. You welcome it in fact. It feels like its suddenly just the two of you, neither of you care that your surrounded by dozens of bodies, all you can think about is each other and how fucking good it feels to be pressed against each other.

You feel dizzy and breathless the more you kiss him which leads you to pull away for just a second, Alex stays close though and you can feel him smiling against your lips which has you doing the same. The haziness that the alcohol has made you so much more relaxed about it all, and you even find that you love the way your heart is beating out of your chest in reaction to all of it.

On the dancefloor, you kiss for a minute more until Alex ends up making you moan from the way his hand ends up sliding down and grabbing a handful of your arse. It’s at that point he pulls you away from the crowded floor and down what looks to be a corridor that leads to a staff room.

He stops you in the middle of the dark walkway but there’s enough light to see that you're grinning at each other as he backs you up into the wall and dips his head to kiss you again. It gets intense faster this time, as there’s no need to ease into it. Sparks are flying and you feel like you could combust at any second.

It feels instinctive this time and the way Alex holds you, his hand coming up to grab your jaw to make sure you don’t move from how he wants you is getting you more flustered than you were before.

When you need to part, you end up tuning in to your surroundings again, over the sound of your own heartbeat you can still hear the loud music playing in the other room and feel the bass vibrating through the wall you're pressed against. But that doesn’t mean you don’t love the way Alex is kissing your neck, his lips are so precise with what he’s doing that you can’t help but want him to continue.

However, that doesn’t mean the situation doesn’t make the anxiety spike in you once more. All of the thoughts about Katie and Jamie and the risk of them catching you or what the prospect of a night with Alex could mean come flooding back to your drunk mind, and it scares you enough to ask the man whose lips are still on your skin a question.

“If you take me home, will we talk in the morning?” You ask, revelling in the feeling of his lips on your neck. You close your eyes in complete bliss when you continue, “Or is this going to go weird for everyone involved?”

At this point you don’t really care for an answer though. You want him to keep going. You want his hands all over you. But you know that you’d regret not asking.

You feel dizzy kissing him, and you’re only sure that it's real when your eyes open for a split second where you make his face out. Lust is clear in his eyes as he attaches his lips back to yours and you can’t mute the moan that vibrates from your tongue to his.

“Promise it won’t be weird, sweet. I just want you so badly.” He almost groans before his lips attack yours again and that's enough for you for now.

You kiss him with no inhibitions on your end then, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, forcing him into keeping the kiss going. The thud of your heartbeat is the only thing you can hear and it makes you a little gutted that you don’t get to hear the moan that you drag from Alex’s lips, even if it was silenced against your own.

Feeling like a teenager in a club again is not something Alex has felt in a long time, so maybe that’s why he lets the both of you get a little too carried away. But he can’t stop himself, you’re just so enticing. If you would let him he would probably take you here and now after you start grinding your hips against his when his leg slips between yours to keep you pressed against the wall.

By the time you pull back from the kiss, you want more than just his hands on you though. You want more than just him kissing you, and that yet again brings back one last seed of doubt into your mind. And your nervousness makes you voice it.

Your breath is ragged when you pull back and express your last worry to him, “I don’t usually do this kind of thing, Alex.”

“That's okay,” Alex promises, kissing your lips hard again once more before pulling back to ask, “Are you up for just enjoying tonight and thinking about tomorrow when it arrives?”

“Or do you want to stop?” He cups your face and looks into your eyes to tell you sincerely, “We can stop if you want to.”

You can tell just by the way he’s looking at you that he’s serious. That he won’t pressure you if you don't want this, but that alone settles your worries. You trust him enough to know that he won’t be a dickhead if you let him take you home.

You shake your head, as that’s the last thing you want, “I don’t want to stop.” before you lean back up to kiss him again.

One kiss turns into two, and two turns into three and throughout all of them you can feel Alex’s smile against your lips. So there’s no surprise that he’s grinning when he pleads, “Then let me take you home, sweet.”

And this time, you don’t hesitate to say, “Okay.”

After that Alex books an uber, probably the fastest he ever has. But the both of you stay tucked away in your private spot, stealing kisses and making each other breathless until Alex gets the notification the taxi is only a minute away.

There’s an excited anticipation to how you both interact with each other on the way down to the taxi and the way you both rush to it is enough of a give away of that. But as you set off, it turns out that it’s a good thing you did both rush in because when Alex goes to put his phone on do not disturb he notices a missed call from Jamie and an unopened text.

Where have you gone? Is Y/N with you?

Alex decides to play with the truth a little in his reply. Nothing that would get either of you in the shit but the last thing he needs is you overthinking about Katie and Jamie when you were so clearly excited to be leaving with him.

Yeah sorry mate she was dancing and when we came down to find you and we assumed you’d gone because we couldn’t find you. In a taxi with her now.

You’re sitting in the middle seat, as Alex slid in the door you also entered in so you try and let your eyes focus on the words he’s typing one handed as the other runs up and down your thigh. He’s certainly the best tease you’ve encountered in a long while, and you’re focused solely on his touch and the way that once he’s done with the text he drops his phone to his lap and uses his free hand to tuck his finger under your jaw and angle you towards him so he could kiss you again.

It doesn’t get as intense as it did in the club, mostly your doing, for the sake of the driver. But Jamie doesn’t give either of you long anyway as Alex’s phone vibrates and lights up the back seats again

Thank god. Thanks for getting her home safe

Alex has never typed a reply faster.

No worries mate

And its then Alex flicks Do Not Disturb on, and he intends to have you as his sole focus for the rest of the night.

~*~*~*~

Katie was right, his orange settee is a complete and utter eyesore. And the fact that your head is a little fuzzy doesn’t help that too much, all you know is that one second you were stepping into his flat and looking around at his decor and the next your lips were on his again and you were being pressed up against the nearest wall.

It’s nothing that you don't want, because you do desperately want him now you’ve had the idea in your head all night. The more drinks you’ve had along with all the flirting has let your mind spin.

So much so that you moan when your back slams against the wall, and you eagerly respond to the way Alex kisses you. Your arms fly around his neck, keeping him close and with his hands grasping at your hips, it’s only a minute you’re like that because the next thing you know Alex has encouraged you to jump up and wrap your legs around his hips and he presses you into the wall again, this time his hands groping your arse as he kisses you harder.

There’s absolutely nothing romantic about this. It’s just pure desire that's fuelled by alcohol and how horny the two of you clearly are. Which is why a minute later Alex walks you to his settee and eases you both down onto it.

Both of you are sprawled out across his hideous couch and you’re underneath him responding to his kisses and his touches in a way that fuels him to pull more noises from your mouth.

You can’t even make his fucking face out, you’re mind is so drunk from both the alcohol and the kisses you’re receiving. You want them to endlessly continue, you feel so good about every little touch he leaves on you. Thankfully you don’t need to see his face, you just keep your eyes closed and kiss him back.

The way he’s grinding your hips into yours has you breathless and your mind is spinning even more. But it’s the feelings he’s stirring up inside you now that have you wanting more.

The way he holds under your knee with his free hand and he teasingly rocks his hips into you has you whimpering in pleasure and he fucking loves the way you sound. The way your legs tighten around his waist is enough for him to know you want this, but he continues to tease you anyway.

His lips travel down your neck and he loves the way you're encouraging him, giving him more room and cupping the back of his neck to keep him against you. Not to mention the way you whine when you want him to kiss you again, and when he finally gives in to you he can’t help but tease. He bites your lip and he loves the way your eyes roll back because of it.

After you force him into kissing you hard again, it’s only when you’re breathless that Alex pulls back. But when he sees you blissed out underneath him, he only wants to bring you more pleasure and he’s craving more now he has you where he’s been dying for you.

“Can I taste you?” Alex asks in a husky voice.

If you were sober, that question would have your cheeks heating up, eyes scrunched shut, and you putting your hands over your face in an effort to hide away. So it’s very lucky you’re drunk, you just look at him and nod, “Please.”

He kisses you again then, but this time you feel his hand that had a tight grip of your thigh has moved to slide up your skirt. The way his fingertips trace the inside of your thigh making its way higher you feel your heart start beating faster.

It all but stops beating for a second when he traces over your underwear and he groans when he already feels how wet you are. You think he’s about to tease you for it but he can’t help himself any longer, he moves the material to the side and before you can even process it, his fingers push inside you.

The way you whine and moan almost makes Alex smirk against your lips. He knew you’d make the sweetest sounds for him and he’s proven right when he starts thrusting and curling his fingers inside you.

Your grip on his hair is almost distracting. But it’s that along with your moans and the way he feels you clench around his fingers drives him on.

Alex doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the way your whole body seems to malfunction when his thumb starts to trace small circles on your clit. The noises you’re making are to die for and it has his dick growing harder with every second that passes.

He works you up, getting you breathless for him while you whine and moan beneath him. From the sounds you’re making he knows you’re getting close, and you have his dick twitching in his pants. But with the ache growing more intense but there’s no way he’s not making you cum at least once before he gets any pleasure himself.

However, to you it doesn’t seem like the case because one second your eyes are scrunched closed in bliss, and the next you’re whining and gasping disappointed because he’s not touching you anymore.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, opening your eyes to see him smirking above you.

You’re about to ask why he’s being cruel and smirking at you but your complaints die on your tongue when you see him bring his fingers up to his mouth and he sucks on one of them. Your jaw falls and he makes you feel dizzy again when he groans in pleasure.

It makes you clench around nothing, aching for him even more. But your previous protest is lost in your mind as you try to commit this scene to memory. Alex however, answers your question without hesitation as he gives you his other finger that he’d yet to suck clean for you to do the job for him. And you do so without a complaint.

“Because you’re going to cum on my tongue first.” He tells you, loving seeing you desperate for him to do anything. Seeing you practically beg with your eyes is enough for him to carry on what he had planned.

He kisses you once he pulls his fingers away, and you can taste more of yourself on his lips. Before you even realise he’s kissing down your body and your breathlessly watching him descend. You shrill can’t really believe that this is how your night has turned out, but all anxieties tied with what this means have been thrown right out of the window. You’re loving every fucking second.

Your skirt might as well not be on at this point. He’s hitched it up enough that it's not even covering you anymore, and he moves himself further down the orange settee after hooking his fingers into your underwear and you lift your hips for him to pull them off. Alex has no shame in watching you and his eyes don’t even stray when he pockets the material.

He leaves hot kisses down your thigh before his head dips further and you feel him lick a bold strip up from your entrance to your clit. Your surprised moan makes him smirk but he can’t carry on teasing now he’s had his first taste, he buries his face into you and starts eating you out with little to no self control.

You encourage everything he’s doing with the moans that leave your mouth. His tongue showing your clit the attention it deserves has your hands rooting into his hair and tugging on it as encouragement.

The way he hums against you like he’s enjoying a meal makes you close your eyes, the vibration of it feeling too good. But when his mouth dips and his tongue is at your entrance and his nose rubs against your clit, you accidently rut against his face.

It makes him smirk but he doesn’t let up. Alex starts boldly fucking you with his tongue and he has to hold your hips down so he has you exactly where he wants you, in his control.

He can tell from the way you’re moaning to the way your legs begin to shake that you’re about to finish and it drives him on. Hearing you gasp his name and tug on his hair as he relentlessly fucks you with his tongue has him clouded by desire and he doesn’t let up for a single second.

It’s no surprise you orgasm in the next minute and he loves the way he makes your back arch off the settee as the pleasure takes over your body. It washes through your system in waves and he doesn’t let up until he feels you push him back slightly, clearly over-stimulated.

You’re gasping for breath when Alex moves backup, smirking as he says, “I knew you’d sound fucking amazing.” and he doesn’t hesitate for a second to kiss you properly again. It grounds you back to the moment and he makes your heart stutter all over again, you love kissing him, it’s certainly a fun way to pass the time.

As you’re getting off with him though, Alex presses himself back down between your legs. With him grinding against you, there’s no doubt he’s making a mess but the friction is so good on your over-stimulated self you don’t care, all you can do is release a few pleasured hums that he silences with his lips. But the singer can only take so much before he needs more.

Alex pulls away, feeling his dick throbbing in his pants, and asks, “Can I fuck you now?

“Yeah,” You nod, opening your eyes to plead, “Please.”

He leans down to press a long kiss to your lips before grinning, “Let’s go to my room then, sweet.”

The singer helps you up and on the short walk to his room there’s many a stolen kiss as you both begin shedding each other of clothes. Alex’s shirt was the first to go, you pushed it back over his shoulders and it hit his bedroom floor seconds after he closed the door.

Before it even hits the ground, Alex has managed to get your top off, and to be perfectly honest you’re glad to be rid of it now. He kisses you fiercely again as he undoes your bra, and he manages to find the zip of your skirt without pulling away and once that’s pooled by your feet, you’re left bare in front of him.

Something which Alex can’t stand an extra minute without taking a glimpse. When he pulls away he doesn’t shy away from looking at your body and it’s everything he’s dreamt of and more. He holds back a groan to tell you that, “You’re stunning.”

His gaze is too intense though. He didn’t even look you in your eye to tell you that, and it makes self consciousness slip back in. You begin to pick your arms up to at the very least cover your chest, but the singer catches you and stops you, “No,” He shakes his head, looking you in the eyes now, saying, “Don’t hide yourself away, you’re stunning.”

Somehow his hands manage to slip between your body and arms so when he pulls you back against him, you’re flush against his chest. He holds himself back from kissing you for just a second so he can swear, “I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.”

Again, the way he says it and the look in his eye has you believing and trusting him. So much so that you’re the one that grabs his jaw and pulls him down into another kiss.

Making out with him becomes more than passionate again. It’s like something else takes over the both of you. It’s not pretty or sincere, it’s lustful and fierce and it sets your skin on fire. You end up on his bed, him purposely hovering over you so you’re getting no relief, but that at least meant you were able to unzip his trousers, but that has Alex reaching a whole new level of desperation.

“Turn over and get on your knees.” He instructs you, pushing himself back up off the bed as he quickly grabs himself a condom from his drawer.

You can feel yourself throbbing now, the ache between your legs getting more intense when you’re positioning yourself how he wants you. Thank fuck there’s alcohol stopping you from overthinking because there’s no way you could do this sober, the embarrassment would eat you alive.

The anticipation is killing you, and hearing his trousers fall to the ground, presumably his boxers along with it has you wanting to whimper. You can practically feel him behind you, and when you hear the condom wrapper tear and then Alex’s soft grunt as he rolls the latex on, it makes you clench around nothing again. You’re desperate now, your desire for him is getting out of hand.

“You sure you want this sweet?” Alex asks, pumping himself a couple of times as if he’s not painfully hard already.

“Please.” You beg him, whining a little in anticipation. It’s a little pathetic of you to admit but you can’t stop yourself from continuing, “I need you.”

You can practically hear his smirk, “Need me?”

“Yes.” You tell him, and so he doesn’t make you say again you just add, “Please.”

Something excites you at the fact you’ve not yet seen how big he is. You don’t know what to expect, all you have to go off is the way you felt him through his trousers and you don’t think you’re going to be disappointed.

Feeling his hand run down your spine, you expect him to gather your hair or something, seeming like the type to want to pull on it, but instead he eases your shoulders down so your chest is against the duvet and it's just your arse is in the air for him. Without another moment to leave you wondering, you feel him grab your hips one second and the next the tip of Alex’s cock nudges your entrance which makes you gasp. But it's when he pushes forward between your legs letting him graze your clit too that has you whining for more.

Alex smirks hearing you, absolutely loving that he is the one having you react like this. The it’s him who is the one making you this desperate. He’s wanted nothing more for months than to fuck you, and he lines himself up because can’t waste another second.

You moan loudly into his duvet as he enters you and fills you to the brim. The sensation is eye watering. He feels so good. You don’t know why you’d waited all night to get it, you should have accepted the offer before you ever left your house.

He’s so much bigger than you thought. It’s a lot to accommodate to after a long time without any action, but you don’t quite know how you’re going to survive it. You just try your best to take a few long deep breaths in hope that you’ll relax a bit more and Alex seems to notice because he asks, “You okay, sweet?”

“Yes.” You nod, but your voice comes out pathetically weak, so you repeat yourself saying louder, “Yeah.”

“Good.” Alex takes a nice firm grip of your hips then, and he tells you, “Let me hear them noises you make.”

He pulls out a little then and thrusts back into you making you want to whine against the bedding again. But you hold them in until you can’t anymore. He’s deliriously good, his actions, his rhythm, the way his fingers dig into your skin, it's all so much but you can’t get enough.

Once Alex finds his fast but steady pace, you can’t control any of your reactions. It’s too much for you to mute the gasps and whines he’s drawing from you and you must admit that you like that. You’re glad everything feels good enough that you don't have to fake anything. He pulls you against him with each thrust and it makes you whimper.

You're gripping the sheets so hard you feel like you could tear them. And you know his grip on your hips will no doubt leave a bruise or two, but he feels so fucking good you don’t care. The angle makes you feel him so deep and he’s hitting the right spot over and over again and it’s making you see stars.

You think you’re doing well at not being too vocal, mostly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good he is after being so cocky earlier. But then he opens his mouth and all of that goes out the window.

“Good girl.” He praises, squeezing your hips as he pulls you back to meet him that bit harder. He can’t help but watch as he disappears inside you over and over, and he groans at the sight and the feel of you, “Taking me so well Y/N.”

Unable to stop yourself, you moan loudly at that. And the sound itself had Alex following with a long, pleasured, “Fuck.”

“Harder, please.” You beg, knowing that a bit more pressure will have you finishing again sooner rather than later.

Alex doesn’t hesitate for a second, he does exactly what he’s asked and forces himself against you with that bit more intent and it has you clawing at the sheets. The noise of your skin connecting along with both of your moans is pornographic and it turns the both of you on even more.

Your skin has the fine shine of sweat coating it now, another tell tale sign that you’re getting closer to your climax. And with the way he keeps talking you up there’s no doubt that you think you’ll get there.

You bring your fingers up to your clit needing your release now and you groan, loving the way it’s adding to your pleasure. Alex, however, catches on and you only feel the bliss it brings you for a few seconds before it’s stolen from you.

Instead, you feel Alex pull your hand away and he secures it behind your back, holding it in place with his hand on your wrist.

Immediately, you beg, “No please. I-“

But Alex interrupts you, “I’ll make you cum, sweet, don’t worry. But I’ll be the one who decides when.”

“Fuck,” You scrunch your eyes tightly, the ache in your lower stomach and your throbbing clit is almost too much, “Alex, please.”

He can tell you're getting close, so he tells you, “Hold it.”

But that makes you beg even more, “Please I-“ but that has Alex wanting to edge you. He slows his thrusts right down almost to the point where he stops, “No! Don’t slow down.”

The singer takes no pity on you though, instead he leans down so his chest is against your back, enough for him to be able to whisper in your ear, “Don’t be greedy, you've already cum once.”

“But I- please Alex.” You whine, needing your release. You were so close and the now gentle slow thrusts have made it dissipate.

You want it to be back like it was, but Alex has other ideas. As he picks himself back up he warns you, “Take it or we stop.”

That makes you worse. You have to bury your head into the duvet for the minute he slows down. He’s loving dragging it out and teasing you, committing every moment to memory and he revels in it.

The way you’re mewling below him has him grinning, and he continues thrust slowly into you, he can’t help but tease, “Sound so needy for me now Y/N.”

It’s what he wants. He wants you desperate for him. So much that you’ll be happy with whatever it is he does give you, and the mere fact he’d brought you close once he knows it will make your orgasm all the more intense.

When he feels you getting more desperate and trying to back up into him, he gives in and asks, “What do you need, sweet?”

With half your face pressed into the bedding, you just about manage to get out, “You to fuck me harder.”

Alex squeezes your wrist that bit tighter to get you to continue, “And?”

“Play with my clit.” You beg pathetically but the singer doesn’t hesitate for a second.

With his free hand, he slides his hand over your thigh, between your legs once more and he finds your clit with ease. “Like this?” Alex cockily asks for confirmation, as if you aren’t already yelling out for him.

The way he starts fucking you hard again, each thrust hitting you exactly where you need him and that combined with him teasing your clit has you gasping for breath, “Oh fuck.”

It’s almost immediately that you feel your orgasm building again, this time so much more intensely. You can’t help but call his name as he ploughs into you over and over, “Alex!”

Clawing at the duvet isn't even working now. You’re being fucked so good it has you succumbing to every little desire and he keeps praising and saying filthy things to you as well which adds to everything tenfold.

“Can’t believe just how soaked you are for me.” Alex praises as he carries on stimulating your clit, feeling how drenched the tops of your thighs are from everything as well. He groans when he says, “Half want you to cum on my tongue again.”

“No, please,” You plead. You’re almost there now, you can’t have him changing things up again. You genuinely think you would cry if he did. “You feel good.”

“So do you.” Alex breathes heavily, punctuating each word with a thrust.

The volume in the room gets louder as your skin gets hotter. You can’t handle much more, you know you're almost there now and when Alex lets go of your wrist that he was still holding behind you back, and he reaches forward to grab your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using that as his leverage to pull you back into him. It has your back arching and your loud moan filling his bedroom.

“That’s it, sweet, can feel you’re close.” Alex praises, wanting you to give in now, “Let go for me.”

It only takes a few more thrusts from him until you’re seeing white and ecstasy takes over. You clench around him and Alex finds it difficult to fuck you through it, you feel so damn good and the sound of you reaching your climax has the singer finding his seconds later.

You’re not sure how long passes until you come back around. All you know is that when you finally do, your mouth is dry, your muscles ache and Alex’s grip on you is loosening. When he pulls out you whine and Alex utters a small apology, but you can’t bring yourself to move anywhere, you only do so when he goes to his ensuite to get rid of the condom.

When Alex wonders back into his bedroom, you’re just lying flat on his bed, still on your stomach. Now you’re just further up the bed and have your head on a pillow. He doesn’t blame you for resting, the whole thing took it out of him so he can imagine how much you’re aching.

Both of you are still out of breath when Alex lies himself down beside you, only he’s on his back and you’re still on your front. He can see that you have your eyes closed which he doesn’t exactly blame you for after that, but he also doesn’t want to call it a night just yet. Now he’s got a taste of you, he wants more.

“Are you alright, sweet?” Alex asks after about 5 minutes of you both catching your breaths.

You hum confirming you are, letting your lips twitch up a little before blinking your eyes open properly. He looks stupidly good, hair a little unruly and sweaty but also a little flushed and

Alex smiles a little, “You had fun?”

Despite having the best time with him, that embarasses you enough to not be able to verbally answer him. Instead you just nod into the pillow and give him a little hum again and you let your eyes fall closed again.

Sweet, is all Alex can think of the sight in front of him. You’re beyond sweet, it's almost sickly, he’s not used to it at all but because it’s you and you’ve been spiralling around his head for months he lets himself indulge.

After another minute of silently watching you, he almost chuckles when he points out, “This is the most quiet you've ever been.”

“Get out of my house right now.” You mumble into the pillow your face is squished against.

Alex laughs a little then, which you only realise why when he chuckles, “We came back to my flat.”

You open your eyes and look at him and his room around you and realise that you’re at a point now you’ve never been at before.

This gets your heart racing a little, what the fuck are you meant to do now? Do you awkwardly get yourself up and dressed to leave? Does he want you to stay? Do you just go to sleep now? You more than likely could as that was a workout in itself but does he want you to stay? But are you even supposed to stay?

You’re fairly certain that if it’s a one night thing you’re meant to leave? Hell, you even think that to maintain the boundary of friends or whatever the two of you are, once the benefits have ended, you’re meant to say thanks and bye and head your separate ways.

As you’re mulling all of this over, slowly getting more anxious about it, Alex feels like he can see the cogs turning in your head. You’re definitely overthinking something, probably having a hundred worries at once, so Alex opens his mouth ready to tell you to stop, but before he gets there, you ask him a question.

“So…” You feel so awkward asking, but you’d rather be told straight now than fumble over the predicament later, “Is this the part where you say it was a mistake and tell me to get out then?”

Alex almost laughs but he stops himself, before he shakes his head and tells you, “This is the part where you stop over-thinking and you let me make you cum again.”

Your eyes go a little wide at that. “You can go again that fast?”

The singer can’t help but chuckle at that being your initial reaction. He fucking loves the fact it wasn’t a rejection or a look of distaste on your face, just one of shock and curiosity.

“Can’t get enough of you, sweet.” Alex grins as he rolls onto his side so he can easily brush your hair behind your ear, before cupping the back of your neck. He whispers, “Come here” as he leans down and kisses you again.

And it was as easy as that for him to encourage you to ride his cock. Something which after you both got off with each other again, you definitely wanted just as much as him. You’re sure he’s not human because he keeps finding and unlocking all of these different things that you enjoy about being in bed with someone and he keeps using them to his full advantage.

Not that you’re complaining. You absolutely love it. And you can’t get enough of the feeling of his cock inside you.

Riding him feels different, and not in a bad way at all. You can still feel him just as deep inside you but it’s just a little more precise with where you want him. And god does he feel good.

One thing about it pissed you off though. You do all the work in the position and he’s just lying there, yes his hands are tight on your hips and you know you’re doing well because he’s moaning and groaning every time you roll your hips but you want more. You want him the way he was just before.

“Tell me I’m good.” You instruct with a pout, slowing down your movements just a little to give him more encouragement to do so.

However, this has him smirking, raising an eyebrow at you, “Oh, you want to be praised do you?”

He just knew that with the way you get anxious about things, you would definitely have a praise kink. And he can’t lie, he’s glad. He wants to see your reactions to his filthy compliments. Unfortunately for him though, you don’t see the amusing side.

“Just fucking talk to me like you did before Alex,” You snap almost because you didn’t even want to ask and you don’t want to be embarassed for asking when he should just act how he did before, “It’s fucking shit when the other person is silent.”

“Okay sweet, calm down.” Alex wants to laugh but he knows you’ll lose your temper at him if he does, so he does as he’s told, “Come on then, show me how good you can be for me.”

It has your hips moving as they just were again and Alex lets every little sound out of his mouth to try and encourage you. But when you start bouncing on his cock more he can’t help but praise you, whether you instructed him to or not, “You take me so well Y/N/N.”

You whimper at that, because you really fucking are. He’s big and you can feel him stretching you open every time you move, but it’s so much better than the last sexual experience you had however long ago now. You want exactly what he made you feel earlier and that only makes the urge you to carry on even stronger.

Alex can’t help but love the way you’re clawing at his lower stomach as you use him as leverage to move. You look so fucking good bouncing on his cock, your tits moving in time with you and the way your jaw falls open each time you bottom out on his has the singer wanting to bite on your swollen, wet lips even harder.

“Look at you go.” Alex grins, enjoying the feeling and sight of all at once, it makes it even harder to not burst into the condom there and then. He groans as he watches you roll and grind your hips on him before picking yourself back up and slamming your hips down again to meet his. “Riding me so good,” Alex groans loudly before adding, “Like you’ve been doing it for years.”

The praise almost makes shivers run down your spine, going directly to your core making you clench around him as you continue. His words light a familiar fire in you that's been dormant for a long time, to do better, to make him feel good - you’re certain you can get more out of him. Using your pelvic floor to your advantage, you clench tightly around him, making his eyes go wide and his grip tighten on your hips.

All you want is for him to think about you. You want to be good for him after he’s been so good to you, giving you two orgasms already. But you need to make sure you’re not easily forgettable, you want him to continue wanting you how he seemed to want you in the club. You want him to beg for you to be like this.

You love having him beneath you, entirely at your mercy with you controlling how it goes. The pleasure is too good to want to stop but you’re sure if you did you would hear pretty pleas and groans come from those swollen lips of his, begging for you to carry on. You haven’t felt this good in a long time, you’re soaking up the way the praise fuels your ego and makes you so much more confident.

This is how you want him to see you, not a nervous wreck every time he chats to you. If this is just for one night, you want him to remember you as the woman who made him lose his mind with want. The woman who gave him a good show that he will be thinking about for months and every time he sees you again.

The way Alex’s jaw drops and the groans he lets out as you ride him confidently makes you get into it more. You’re getting off at the sight and sound of him getting pleasure from you and it only makes you more sure of yourself. Especially when he starts losing his words over you.

“Oh fuck- sweet,” Alex groans loudly and breathlessly, “Fucking hell- fuck Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name like that, all whiney and desperate, feels like something you should be allowed to listen to on repeat in times of need just like this. You would love to see him like this all the time.

Rolling your hips with even more intent, you clench around him that bit tighter, enough for Alex to gasp and dig his nails into your skin, “Trying to make me cum, aren’t you?” He asks breathlessly, and when you just smirk down at him that bit breathless yourself, he can’t help but buck his hips up into yours as he tells you, “You feel so good Y/N/N.”

It goes on for another few minutes, Alex entirely spellbound watching you bounce on his cock, your tits almost begging to have his mouth on them as you tease them yourself, but he can only focus on clawing at your thighs and hips to make sure he doesn’t finish before you do. You’re worked up, Alex could see every single stage it progressed and how you got more confident in yourself when he started praising you, and he won’t stop, he just knows you’re growing tired.

“You getting tired, sweet?” Alex asks, not patronisingly at all, he just wants you to be honest.

You nod defeatedly, clearly not wanting to admit it even to yourself but definitely not to him. If he hadn’t already given you two orgasms, you’d have no trouble getting him and yourself off like this, but he’s made your legs weak one too many times already. There's only so much you can do and Alex knows you’ve definitely been trying to focus on his pleasure more than your own. So Alex decides to change that.

“Get yourself off, don’t worry about me. Focus on you.” Alex tells you as he grabs your hips, his thumbs pressing into where your hip meets your thigh, and pulls them down to solely grind against his own.

Your jaw falls open when he helps pull your hips forwards and your clit gets the attention it deserves. You close your eyes and moan at the sweet friction and the pleasure it builds inside you and lean forward even more, your hands resting over his heart to keep yourself up now and you can faintly feel the rhythmic beat under your palms.

“Just like that,” Alex smiles, his hands grasping your hips tightly to encourage you even more, “Good girl.”

You rock your hips against his over and over so your clit constantly hits his pubic bone and your jaw keeps dropping from the sheer intensity the pleasure is building with. White heat begins to pool at the bottom of your stomach and it grows with each passing second. You want more though, you need more of the man beneath you, so you put him to work.

Picking one of your hands up off his chest, you grab his wrist and demand, “Give me your hand.”

Alex doesn’t hesitate to let go of your hip and let you have control of him for a second, he must admit he’s a little curious what you were after. Surprise is not something the singer experiences often anymore, but when you move his hand up to wrap around your throat, Alex almost loses his composure because he’s so shocked.

“Oh,” The ‘fuck’ that Alex wanted to say he keeps to himself, and instead he teases, “You're not as innocent as you make out to be, sweet.”

Your eyes are dark as you backchat, “Never claimed I was anywhere near.”

It makes Alex tighten his grip on your neck, enough to have you moan and he feels the vibrations of it beneath his palm. It only spurs you on, grinding your hips against his with even more intent and it gets you so worked up you end up moaning loudly with every movement of your hips.

Alex fucking loves watching you get off and it’s him that’s the cause of your pleasure. He can feel you clenching and throbbing around him so he knows you’re getting closer to your high, and despite not feeling direct pleasure from you grinding your hips into him, the sight of you getting yourself off with his hand wrapped around your throat and you rutting against him could make him cum any second. You’re so fucking hot, it takes everything he has not to flip you over and fuck you until he’d be certain you couldn’t walk tomorrow.

Despite loving your pornographic cries, Alex moves his hand from around your neck and he traces your lips with his thumb before demanding, “Suck it, sweet.”

You do as you’re told, parting your lips and dipping your head so you take his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it. He presses down on your tongue enough to have your moans muted and he smirks when he teases, “Gotta keep that mouth of yours occupied so you don’t wake the neighbours.”

In another moment, you probably would have wanted to curl up into a ball and die at the thought of anyone but him hearing you and you probably would have scorned him for making you paranoid about it. But before your brain could even get there, the singer fucks up into you causing you to release long pleasure filled whines.

It goes on for another minute, and Alex knows you’re getting close, he can feel it and he can see the way the ecstasy inducing actions have you looking almost drunk. He’s going to make you cum a third time, and he’s very aware of it.

“You close?” He asks, not even needing a response because he knows you are.

Despite that, you nod confirming it for him, and he knows your answer before he even asks, “Need me to fuck you hard again, sweet?”

You whine and pull away from his thumb to say, “Please.”

“I got you, Y/N/N.” Alex promises as he lets his thumb trace your swollen lips before he drops his hand so his thumb can tease your clit.

“Shit Alex.” You gasp, needing that direct stimulation even more and it has you trying to bounce on his cock again.

You’re whiny and begging with everything you have other than your voice but you can’t stop, you’re so close, you just need that little bit more. You grab his wrist so he has to continue but your legs fail you miserably. You look to the man below you, those lust filled brown eyes meeting yours and you barely even have a chance to get out, “Al, please.” before he’s on the case.

In a swift movement, he rolls the both of you over, so your back is on the bed and he’s hovering above you. He quickly kisses you, just a quick intense one before pulling away, biting your lip as he does, and he asks, “You gunna cum on my cock, sweet?”

Nodding, you beg, “Please.”

Your nails are already digging into his shoulder blades and he feels them scratch down his back when he starts fucking into you with no remorse. His hips hit yours over and over and it makes pleasure burn through you. It’s constant, steady, endless and you only stay grounded when your fingers root through his hair and grasp it tightly when he kisses your neck.

His lips stay there, barely breaking contact from your skin even when he continues to praise you and tell you just how good you’re doing for him. But you lose your mind when he trails his hand down to your thigh and grabs it and pushes it higher, so he can fuck you deeper. It makes your world stop.

You don’t know what words fall from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you. All you know is that you’re loud and your body feels like it’s been electrified. White heat shoots through you and your nails scratch their way down his back and your other hand pulls harshly on his hair.

Alex is certain he’ll never forget the moment he made you cum for the third time. The way you scream his name, clench around him, and your nails dig into his skin is something he’ll remember forever. He’s obsessed with the way you lose yourself entirely, and after fucking into you a few more times he finishes himself and it’s the sweetest relief Alex thinks he’s maybe ever experienced.

The singer lifts his head, and you see that he looks all fucked out above you, and you’re certain you look the same. Alex can’t help but think you look so fucking stunning, all distant and dizzy and he will certainly take pride that he is the reason you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure. He’s so glad you agreed he could take you home.

Oh, what a night.

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[theelementofsurprise505]

He’s Home

Alex Turner x Reader

summary: Alex has been on tour for the last 9 months whilst you were carrying his baby, tour ends and he finally comes home to meet his son

warnings: mentioned anxiety, loneliness, hints of arguments

You’d been struggling.

More than you willed to let on yet you managed to stay strong enough and get yourself through the last 9 months without your husband by your side. You couldn’t blame him for leaving you alone all this time, it was understandable he couldn’t just pack up and come home from tour leaving thousands of fans confused as to why the shows had been postponed, yet you missed him terribly.

9 months ago you found out you were pregnant, you were thrilled as it was always something you and Alex had talked about, but the timing wasn’t right. Alex tried his hardest to postpone the tour and spend the pregnancy by your side yet luck wasn’t on his side when he found himself with little to no dates where he was able to come home and take care of you. It visibly broke his heart to know he wasn’t there every step of the way. Saying goodbye at the airport was one of the saddest departures you had ever experienced, of course he called you every time he had a spare minute and every night before he went to bed, but it wasn’t the same. You had all the help you could get from your friends and family yet you longed to have Alex next to you, falling asleep engulfed by him, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, going to all your scans together, baby shopping, ect.

There were many nights where you struggled, anxiety ridden thoughts overtook your brain as you sat in the living room of yours and Alex’s house, it felt empty and cold without him there, like the most important piece was missing, but you never told Alex about the hard nights, the last thing you wanted to do was worry him when you knew he felt terrible enough about not being with you. Some nights were hard on the both of you, a few times ending in arguments over the phone and you hanging up on him, he would call back countless times but you didn’t pick up until you felt you had calmed down and reminded yourself that this was his first time becoming a parent too and he was just as scared as you were. None of your fights ever lasted as you would always talk it out and make up, that was one of your favourite things about your relationship, no problem was too big to fix simply by talking it out, Alex was always so understanding and that was one of the many things that made you fall in love with him.

When it came to giving birth to your child, Alex tried everything in his power to make it to the hospital yet he had two consecutive shows halfway across the world and it simply wasn’t possible for him to be there. It broke both your hearts to know you had to go through it without him there yet he promised to call you as soon as he got off stage to check in. Your family and closest friends gave you all the support you could have asked for during the baby’s birth and you couldn’t have been more grateful, yet the spark that normally shone in your eyes was dimmed as you couldn’t have your favourite person with you. He called you a few minutes after the baby was born, his voice visibly trembling with presumed nerves as he asked questions about the baby’s arrival, once you told him everything you heard his crys over the phone as he exclaimed the news to miles and the rest of the band surrounding him. You smiled weakly just picturing the scene.

Now here you are, 7 weeks postpartum, on your way to the airport to collect Alex with your son strapped into his car seat in the back. You chewed your nails and tapped the steering wheel whilst waiting at a red light, overwhelmed with the thought of reuniting with him again after almost 11 months. Upon arriving at the airport you strapped your son into his pram and made your way to the arrivals gate, constantly checking the time and calculating how long before his flight landed, you ended up getting abit lost and upon checking the time again you realised he had landed and was most likely making his way into the airport.

As soon as you got to arrivals you spotted him instantly, you ran through the airport, as fast as the pram would go, and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him incredibly tight.

you stayed like that for what felt like hours, holding each other, breathing in his home like scent like it was your only source of oxygen, relishing in the feeling of being back in his arms after so long.

“darling?” he rasped.

“hi” you murmured, your voice breaking as you let the tears you were holding back slip freely down your cheeks.

“i’m not dreaming right?” he asked, pulling back slightly to examine your face, his waterline brimming with tears of his own.

“i’m here” you confirmed. “i got you, you’re home” you whispered, bringing your hand up to stroke his cheek and run your fingers through his hair.

Nine months.

The last nine months of his tour and he’s finally home.

“can i meet him?” he asks quietly.

you pulled back and nodded with a huge smile, kissing him and lowering yourself from his embrace. You carefully picked your son up and turned back around to Alex, the look on his face was one of pure adoration, he was visibly crying at this point as he stared at our son in awe. I placed him in Alex’s arms and watched as he admired all of his features, holding him with such care as if he would break.

“he has your eyes” he whispered, not lifting his eyes from him, you took a step closer and placed your head on Alex’s shoulder as you put your hand ontop of his. He turned his head to look at you and gave you the widest smile you’d ever seen painted on his face,

“he’s perfect” his words were barely a whisper as he leant down and kissed you passionately, promising not to leave you or your son ever again.

The next few weeks were pure bliss, it melted your heart watching how careful alex was around your son and how much they had bonded already. He made it his priority to ensure you got all the rest you deserved and made sure you didn’t lift a finger while he was around. The first proper outing with the baby was perfect, you strolled down to your local park and took a long walk, Alex telling you about the tour, you telling him about everything he’s missed in the last 9 months. Your son fell asleep about twenty minutes into the walk and it gave you and Alex time to relax and enjoy each others presence after so long.

You promised to cook dinner that night so you sent Alex home with the baby whilst you shopped for ingredients, you came home to find the house completely silent. placing the grocery bags on the kitchen counter you wandered around the house to find Alex, a sweet smile finding home on your face when you found him and your son nestled together on your bed, both sound asleep. You quietly walked over to them and picked up the throw from the end of the bed, draping it over them both whilst they slept. You took your phone out from your back pocket and took a photo of them laying together, immediately setting it as your lock screen.

You truly couldn’t be happier than you were right now, the sight in front of you confirming your perfect future with your favourite boys.

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a/n: omg helloooo everyone!!

i sincerely apologise for my inactivity but i can assure you im back for good now!! this is only a short piece i’ve had in my drafts for awhile so i hope you enjoy!!

lots of love x

[your-averagewriter]

"I wanna be yours."

Summary: (y/n) decides to surprise Alex at his Glastonbury set leading to a romantic moment between the two on the Pyramid Stage.

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Kissing?

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Tugging on my boots I check my outfit in the mirror: a black bralette top, black denim skirt, black boots and a black leather jacket. It’s the end of June so I’m going to be so hot today with my boots and jacket.

I step out of my tent, the sun instantly in my eyes so I remove my sunglasses from my top and place them on my face. Walking out of the tent, I decide to take a look around the sight, granted it’s not my first time at Glastonbury but it’s been a few years. Throughout the day I watch a few shows but I’m mostly here for the Arctic Monkeys. As Alex Turner’s girlfriend I try to be at most of his shows but for the Glastonbury show I decided to pretend I couldn’t make it so that I could surprise him before or after his show. 

With a small bag with me I head to the main stage early, applying a dark red lipstick using my small mirror. However there’s more people than I expected. I'm not at the barrier and I can’t even see it but after the current band have left, fans slowly dissipate allowing me to sneak through the crowd getting to the barrier.

I can feel my hands shaking, I never thought I’d be so nervous to see my boyfriend, it’s not even a massive reunion, the last we saw each other was about a week ago so not too long or anything. I try to convince myself that it’s not nerves, just excitement which admittedly helps.

Waiting with baited breath, I watch as stage-hands set up the drums and all the kit, preparing for the show only increasing my nerves.

Minutes after they’ve finished setting up the band walk out onto stage with the opening of Sculptures of Anything Goes. Most of the people at the barrier are big fans of the Arctic Monkeys so everyone around me is singing along, including me.

Song after song goes by and it’s a great show. I have loads of fun with my new friends at the barrier but they’re yet to play some of their big ones and they've been on for a while.

Just as I think this Alex declares that it’s the end of their set except they haven’t played ‘I Wanna Be Yours’, ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ or ‘R U Mine?’ so everyone knows they’re coming back. Obviously, they come back, minutes later, playing ‘R U Mine?’ and ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’. On their setlists they normally play ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ as the closer and I can feel the excitement radiating from me.

Alex walks along the side of the stage looking at the audience and the people at the barrier, he stops when he sees me and points to me, drawing many looks. After a moment of just pointing at me he approaches the side of the stage, climbing down, carefully making his way to the barrier. He signals to me with a finger to go to him by where the gate to the barrier is. I watch him in shock, with eyes wide and shake my head with a worried smile but he walks down the barrier towards me. Reaching his hand over the barrier he reassures me with a small smile and I hold onto his hand as he leads me to the gate by the stage and thankfully people move out of the way but it doesn't stop me quietly apologising as I make my way but everyone just cheers me on.

I make my way to the gate which is kindly opened by one of the security people.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers after momentarily switching off his mike.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well you’ve done that, love.” He says as we walk up the stairs onto the stage.

“What are you doing?” I ask, worried as we walk out onto the stage.

“I wanna show you off… sing you a song.” He says making me swoon.

“You’re too good to me.” I say, raising my hand to stroke his face quickly.

“I’m just giving you what you deserve.” He says pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Ready as I'll ever be, Al.” I say as he leads me to the middle of the stage, switching his mike back on. He places his arm around my waist as he introduces me to the crowd.

“This is (y/n).” He starts, his accent shining through his speech. “She’s my lover.” He says, the ‘o’ pronounced more as a ‘u’. I feel my face burn up so I bury it in his chest, embarrassed under the shining lights. “And I’m gonna sing her a song.” He says and the introduction to ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ plays, my face remains on his chest.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner.” For the rest of the verse and pre-chorus, Alex just sways us gently from side to side. As the chorus begins he moves his hand from my waist to my hand, twirling me slowly.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours.” He sings, the audience even louder.

He twirls me around whilst singing the song, almost slow dancing until the next chorus.

Spinning me around once more he dips me like we’ve just gotten married which startles me slightly but nothing happens. He just stares into my eyes singing the lyrics.

“Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours.” On the final line he doesn’t say anything, the music fades out and despite the rest of Glastonbury watching us it feels like we’re alone as he holds me in a frozen moment - one that I’ll remember forever. I smile at him, my arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly pushes my sunglasses up onto the top of my head.

After moments of staring into each other's eyes he leans down, gently pushing his lips against mine. I watch as the stage lights slowly dim leaving us on the Pyramid Stage alone, lips still pressed against each other.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead on mine in the most perfect moment.

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, baby.”

-

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

If there are any other musician fics you guys want to request then please do!

[humbuginmybones]

Here is the prologue to my new novel:

𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓹 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼...

Description: "𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖝𝖞'𝖘 𝕰𝖉𝖌𝖊..."

Alex Turner's heart has been broken. Now he's caught in a spot between lust and love... Or a lust for love. Playing through shows, falling in and out of bad situations, and getting really close to the album that'll make the band most popular...

And the common thread? The consistent spark? And the inspiration, the muse, the art piece?

*You.*

Alex Turner X AFAB Reader (AMAB version will be made available soon.)

(She/they pronouns used, reader is nuerodivergent and queer, but otherwise unspecified, this is for the conversation's sake.)

Disclaimer: None of the songs and lyrics are owned by me, and this does not represent the real people here! Obviously, I tried to write them as accurately as possible, but none of the events in this story actually happened. This story is also a bit different than other X Readers, and if that's not your thing, that's okay. Slow-burn romance, smut, strangers to lovers, open relationships, MLM, WLW, and a mix.

I hope you enjoy this, it's something I really wanted to put together, and was happy to write!

Have fun!

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮:

January 2012

The excitement could practically be tasted in the air. The winter air whipped around you, taking your hair carefully in its invisible hands. You stood in the long queue for the show that you had spent over half a year excited for - You were going to see your favorite band tonight.

Arctic Monkeys.

You had their fourth album on repeat lately, Suck It And See. It was an album that illustrated a tale of deep love, lost love, and love slipping away... Naturally, Alex Turner was an amazing songwriter, and those songs were poetry, despite the line in the titular track "I poured my aching heart into a pop song; I never did get the hang of poetry." Well, that was a bald-faced lie... Yet one couldn't help but wonder if Alex Turner had actually wrote those songs based off of his true feelings - The lovely song Cornerstone wasn't based on a true story - Yet the headlines as of late, had been blasting Alex Turner's personal life, and all it's juicy details... Suck It And See didn't seem so fictional after news of his breakup...

Yet you were the type who didn't really give a shit about what made the music, you just cared about the art. It often felt like Alex Turner soundtracked your life, why would you need to picture those songs being about someone else when you could relate to them? It's the same thing with many other celebrities, like Taylor Swift (Who was releasing a new album this year, and you couldn't be more excited!)... You had been lost in thought the entire time that you were in the queue, daydreaming about this day to finally see your favorite band.

It was slightly nerve-wracking, you were a little scared that the line wouldn't move fast enough for you to get inside on time, and the sun went down, so it was cold in dark - But that's a normal anxious feeling, and it was soon quelled as the groups in front of you went quickly. The queue stretched around the venue, and the fans were so excited... They held signs with lyrics, or asking the band members to marry them, and tons were wearing leather jackets, or had gelled their hair, after Alex Turner's latest look change. He had been known for being a 'cute boy' for years, his hair getting fluffier and fluffier as the years went on - Until at the end of 2011, when he made a drastic change in his style... Gone was the haircut you had dubbed 'Mushroom Head', and now came this biker wannabe, a biker who was acting like he just walked out of the 1950s, as if he would fit in with the characters from a film like The Outsiders. Yet it was an exciting change... You felt like this era was only getting better and better - From interesting music videos that focused on the drummer Matt Helders, to a fake band for B-sides known as 'The Death Ramps', who also did collaborations with Richard Hawley and Miles Kane... And the band just felt more mature and in-tune than ever.

Your hand delicately handed the ticket to the scanner, the greeter outside of the venue. She smiled at you, and wished you a good time. You responded that you knew you would have a great time. And how could this night not be great? You had grabbed an amazing dinner and pint from a downtown pub, were dressed to kill with the coolest, most unique style on this side of town... Makeup that would make anyone jealous of your skills, and beauty that you were aware of, just never flaunted. You were so beautiful, but you never needed someone to validate that for you. But they still did. You complimented several people on the way to your seat, and they all responded sweetly, saying that you looked stunning! That validation was sweet - It was like life was falling into place - Like you could love yourself, and people could love you too, but you didn't *need* it. You were a beautiful person worthy and everything was enough for you.

Like tonight.

You didn't need to grab a drink or food, you were already full, and you really didn't want an emergency bathroom trip to ruin your concert experience or make you miss anything!

Settling into your seat wasn't hard - You had snagged a seat that wasn't exactly the pit, but wasn't the nosebleeds. You had a great view of the stage. The anticipation was killing you, you hadn't even looked up the setlist - You pondered what the opener would be, the finale... You played with the items in your bag, coming to a concert wasn't always the safest, and England wasn't always the safest, but you knew that you lived in a safer area, and you were prepared for anything... The security guards were fine with everything in your clear bag, and you scrolled through your phone, through Tumblr, mindlessly scrolling in anxiety yet excitement.

The opening band, The Vaccines walked onto stage, and they played a great opening show.

Fidget, fidget, fidget.

You kept fidgetting, way too excited for the band you were finally going to see, after months and months of hoping, and wondering how this was gonna play out.

5 minutes. 15 minutes. 30 minutes after The Vaccines had walked off... Until, the band finally walked on... The crowd lost their shit. Matt played the first few beats of 'Library Pictures', and the crowd wouldn't stop cheering for the next hour or two. You couldn't help but smile for the whole fucking show, singing along with so much passion, you knew every single lyric, and you were dancing, feeling the music through your body. The people around you smiled and complimented you on your looks and dancing, and none of them minded that you were having a great time - They all wanted to share that experience.

A little over an hour into the show, the band played 'The Hellcat Spangled Shalala'... The most ridiculous title of a song for such a bop - Alex Turner was acting all cute, interacting with the audience, forming hearts with his hands and arms, blowing kisses into the audience, singing with passion - His muscular arms practically bulging out of the black T-shirt he had picked for the night, and sweat gracefully dripped off his body. His hands and fingers masterfully playing the guitar and his cheeky smiles shined through as he sung the lyrics he put his whole heart into writing - He was truly trying to hide the heartbroken man he truly was deep down. His eyes kept scanning the crowd, and his eyes fell on you... You were a bit far away, his eyesight had to slightly strain, but your distinct style and wondrous dancing made him smile. Mentally, he dedicated the bridge and the last chorus of 'The Hellcat Spangled Shalala', to you - You definitely seemed the type to be a hellcat - His heartbroken mind and soul slightly hyper-fixated on you. It's not like he was trying to be weird or random - It was a slight obsession that just fell into his mind because a beautiful person had just crossed his periphery.

"And in a hellcat spangled cavern

When your judgment's on the road

And you're acting like a stranger

'Cause you thought it looked like fun

And did you ever get the feeling

That these are things she's said before?

Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure

What you waiting for? Sing another fucking

Shalalala, shalalala

Shalalala, shalalala"

The crowd sang along with much glee, but you noticed that the crowd wasn't as into it as the other songs... Reminded you of all the middling reviews you had read about Suck It And See... That it was indistinct and there was nothing special - That was a moment were the critical were looking for something bad, not good about it - Suck It And See was kinda the perfect combination of Humbug and the Submarine soundtrack that preceded it... Alex Turner was only getting better at songwriting - But it didn't seem the crowds were clicking with the new album as much either - You could see it from the stage that Jamie's smile faltered, as he played his riff. He quickly regained it and his charisma, as he turned to smile at the audience again. It just seemed the crowds didn't care for Suck It And See... Which was a shame, it seemed the boys had put their hearts into that record... It was an attempt to sound poppier and groovier, and well... Perhaps the next album, if there was one, would expand on that. For a moment, Alex would play his new songs to diminishing returns, and stare at the pretty girl whom had caught his fancy.

Snapping back to it, snapping back to his music, his art, he finished the show with a bang. And you had no idea that the simple bit of eye contact made you occupy his mind - You were realistic - You were a supporter of the band, and you didn't entirely expect the band to hear your individual cheers and gratitude. Which wasn't a bad idea. Alex didn't even know your name, yet you vexxed him.

It was a great night, you went out to the pub from earlier, posting on Tumblr and Reddit your experience and photos from the concert - It was a wonderful night. You ate some greasy chips, sipping another pint of ale, talking with others in the pub about how amazing the concert was - you ate the chips, ordering a dessert - Tonight was all about treating yourself... It was amazing. This night would be a highlight for years to come.

And Alex had a great night. He slumped into his hotel bed in the dim light, and after a few moments, his mind wouldn't allow him the sleep he desperately needed. He got up from the bed and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen... He started throwing together words on those papers in his hotel room, lines about Lone Rangers, Electricity, kisses, time-travel, and the old Valentine's phrase of 'R U Mine?'... Lightning cracked outside, and he separated the paper. One song would be known as 'R U Mine?' the other would be known as 'Electricity'.

And they were both about you.

(Song of the chapter: The Hellcat Spangled Shalala)

[thespamman24]

Rock Musicians Rated Based on Wether They Would Like Anime or Not.

This is a completely normal thing to think about. I'm a completely normal person.

Jimmy Hendrix- Would have loved Cowboy Bebop and Gundam. If he had been a child in the 2000s then he would have dressed as Sasuke for Halloween.

John Lennon- Would have been a big attack on titan fan and frequently gotten into online arguments. Lightly ashamed of being into anime. Has a crush on the evil woman from Chainsawman.

Paul Mccartney- Would not be an anime fan. Apathetic towards anime.

George Harrison- Has seen the 1997 Berserk Series and Ghost in the Shell. Not into anime, but willing to see it.

Ringo Starr- Would not be an anime fan, but he wouldn't mind seeing a Ghibli film.

Eric Clapton- Would regularly make fun of anyone into anime.

Gerald Way- Confirmed fan of anime.

Thom Yorke- Has possible watched a few anime. Would probably love Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Rivers Cuomo- Has most likely watched an anime. Would probably be into very weird and niche romance anime stuff.

David Bowie- David Bowie would either, A. have watched a few well known anime like Death Note and Full metal Alchemist but not be really all that into anime or B. be the biggest anime fan ever, but like, in a bisexual way.

Kurt Cobain- Enjoys slice of life anime, but not in a weird way.

Dave Grohl- Has mostly likely watched something anime, but I doubt he sees it as different from other cartoons.

Courtney Love- Extremely toxic RWBY fan. Regularly gets into arguments over ships.

David Byrne- I am confident that David Bryne has watched some anime at some point. I don't know what, but he definetly has. Would probably love Akira.

Freddy Mercury- I had to think about this long and hard and I think Freddy would be into shonen like Dragon ball Z.

Brian May- Would not be into anime.

Billy Joe Armstrong- Has most definetly seen an anime before. If he was born two decades later then he would have been the biggest Jojo fan ever.

Alex Turner- Hah! No.

Bono- Into "intellectual" anime like Neon Genesis Evangelion. Has seen multiple Satoshi Kon films.

Bruce Springsteen- No.

Robert Fripp- Robert Fripp was born in the wrong generation. Had he been a millenial, then Robert would be obsessed. He would attend anime conventions, wear cosplay, and regularly get into arguments online.

Pete Townshend- Casual anime watcher who's seen one or two and is kind of ashamed about it because of the internet.

Roger Waters- Constantly getting into arguments about Gundam online. Is a moderator of some anime subreddit.

David Gilmore- No.

Lou Reed- Used to regularly make fun of anime because of...you know...but somehow ended up becoming really into it, like really into it.

Ian Anderson- Watches the weirdest fucking anime. Just the strangest shit you have ever seen.

Jon Anderson- Steve seems like a big fan of all things cyberpunk. He'd love Akira and Ghost in the Shell, and would definetly enjoy the Blame! manga.

Steve Howe- Has not seen any well known anime, but has seen some lesser known stuff that's "weird in a good way".

Patti Smith- Kawoshin shipper.

Bill Bruford- No.

Joan Jett- Nah.

[alexstorm]

That these fans get worried about their looks because having a celebrity crush on Alex where they realised his type is skinny. I saw how in AM era girls said they wanted to be as skinny as Alexa those were AM fan girls whereas usual girls called out her unhealthy skinniness and told her she's a bad influence, about which they were right. And those fans who obviously "love hype" Louise now only after finding out how she was a fan is only because they think they might have a chance now and those who are not that skinny get sad over the fact he wouldn't choose them, I can't believe they're so terrible to themselves. Louise wasn't a normal fan first things first and over thousands find Alex hot and would love to be with him do you really think he would date every each of them. Skinny doesn't equal beauty it's just a body type which has zero impact for feelings.

It’s not just you become skinny and then you can magically date Alex Turner. I didn’t know that all these fangirls run in the same circles as Alex. Have any of them ever had contact with him other than taking pictures and maybe meeting him at a bar?

Second of all, most of those fans thinking that are most likely not even in the age bracket he’d date. And lastly, if you even got this far you still would have to impress him somehow, at least in the beginning. Louise’s thing was the French girl cliché, Taylor’s was the free the nipple and let’s fuck everywhere. Arielle was the rebound he knew from before. There was always something that interested him in them. So if those fangirls think they can offer that then good luck!

[buecherbummlerin]

Hell Bent

Author:

Leigh Bardugo

Publisher:

Flatiron Books

Content (Blurb):

Galaxy „Alex“ Stern is determined to break ot ouf hell – even if it costs her a future at Leethe and at Yale. But Alex is playing with forces far beyond her control, and when faculty members begin to die off, she knows these aren’t just accidents. Something deadly is at work in New Heaven, and I Alex is going to survive, she’ll have to reckon with the monsters of her past and a darkness built into the university’s very walls.

My Review:

As always, Leigh Bardugo has not disappointed me. Ninth House is one of the best fantasy books I've read so far and Hell Bent follows on seamlessly from there.

I would like to issue a trigger warning at this point. This book goes into great detail and topics such as blackmail, nudity, coarse language, hints of rape, hints of drug abuse, graphic scenes and death. This should definitely be considered before starting the book series.

It's no secret that I love Leigh Bardugi's books. Hell Bent not only met my expectations, it exceeded them and is already one of the best fantasy books I've read in 2024. Once again, it was the group of characters, with all their flaws, nooks and crannies, that won me over the most. I love how Bardugo creates characters in this book that are anything but perfect. All these characters seem really real. As readers, we accompany them with their mistakes, regrets, traumas and especially their individual urge to find a family, to belong and to be accepted. And I was really touched by how Bardugo portrays and details the backgrounds of the characters (not just Alex, Dawes and Darlington's) but also those who rejoin the rescue of Darlington.

All in all, I took each of the characters to my heart. Dawes is wonderful and her intelligence and loyalty to Alex and Darlington made me fall in love with her immediately. Detective Turner is another great character who hides a soft core behind his hard exterior and is always there when you need him. Another great character who joins the group is Tripp. He seems to round off the group with his reserved manner. I love this group that is becoming more and more like a family as they fight hell

All the fantasy aspects of this book, through the secret houses of Yale, their rituals and of course Alex as a medium and her connections to hell round off the book perfectly for me. Bardugo has created a truly mysterious fantasy world that hides in the middle of our normal world and tries to cover up dark secrets. But it is also a dangerous fantasy world where you never know who you can trust and where dark magic is not uncommon. Alex and her friends take on these dark forces to free Darlington from hell and every single chapter was so exciting that I didn't want to stop reading.

Resume:

I am an absolute fan of the book series. Everything about this book is thrilling and had me hooked immediately. Packed with a unique group of characters, dangers straight from hell and plenty of dark secrets, you can't go wrong with this book.

[indiee19]

Coax Me Out Of My Low

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You comfort (Humbug!) Alex

warnings: insecurities, slightly suggestive

Word count: 1629

A/N: not really a big fan of this one, but it’ll do. Also, I haven’t proof read it soooo

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You stood in the kitchen, snacking on some chips, wondering when Alex would be home. You missed him a lot, even if he was only gone for a day.

Without him home there really was nothing for you to do to pass the time quickly. The only things that seemed to pass the time to some extent was to either eat your heart out or to sleep. Not that you minded doing those things, but you would get bored just sitting, eating, sleeping, watch tv, repeat.

The door opening and closing snapped you out of your thoughts, Alex was finally home.

You put your nearly empty family sized bag of chips, that you didn't mean to nearly finish in an hour, down and walked over to Alex who was taking off his shoes and jacket.

His hair looked ever so amazing, long, fluffy, and soft. You would run your fingers through forever if you could. His white button up untucked from his trousers as normal, two buttons undone at the top. His trousers perfectly accentuating his slim figure. Nearly the same Alex that you saw everyday. Except for one thing, his smile was gone. Normally he would come home with this big beautiful smile that could cheer anyone up on any bad day. But, not today.

"Hey, Alex, how was your day?" You asked, hopefully to figure out what was wrong with him at the moment. He hesitantly replied, "Yeah, love, it was - it was good. Just like yesterday and all the other days before."

He walked past you, normally he would give you a kiss after not seeing you the whole day but he barely acknowledged you now.

You started to wonder if you had done something to upset him, that could be the only reason he was being like this, right?

You walked into the living room to see if he was there, he wasn't. That's when you heard the shower running upstairs. You decided not to go up there for privacy reasons and for him to have some space, alone time.

Forty-five minutes passed before the shower had stopped. When he didn't come down immediately you assumed that he was drying his hair with the new hairdryer that you'd just bought for yourself and occasionally, him. But, the dryer sound didn't echo through the house like it normally did which led you to two conclusions. That one, he didn't wash his hair since you're not supposed to do it every night and he washed it the previous night, or two, he didn't care about it being dry at the moment.

You decided to go upstairs, looking in the bathroom to find him laying on your side of the bed on his back, left arm by his side the other on his stomach, hair dry just like your first thought.

You walked over to him and sat down beside him. "You alright, Al?" You questioned him, rubbing his arm comfortingly. He was dressed for bed in only his sweatpants.

"Yes," he said nonchalantly, not looking at you or acknowledging you beyond that.

"Are you sure, because you didn't seem like it when you got home," you questioned him further, taking his right hand in yours, trying to interlock fingers with him.

He didn't answer you nor interlock his fingers, pulling his hand away from your. "Al," you said, trying to get him to talk to you.

"Alex, Alexander, please answer me, I just want to know if you're-" you tried to say but he cut you off.

"I'm fine alright, now go!" He yelled, motioning his hand for you to leave the room.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes and got up, walking out of your bedroom. He had never yelled at you before which made you all the more confused. You walked to the guest bedroom, which was just down the hall from yours and Alex's bedroom, locked the door, laid down on the bed, hoping that Alex would calm down.

You laid there for a few minutes, you tried to take a nap, hoping that you could forget what had happened, but when you tried to, Alex knocked on the door. "Love, will you - will you let me in, please?" He asked from outside.

"Are you going to yell at me again?" You said under your breath, thinking that he wouldn't hear you, but he did. "Love, please. I'm sorry for yelling. Just let me in and we'll talk," he replied.

You scoffed and sat up, walking to the door and unlocking it to be met with Alex's big, adorable chocolate brown doe eyes. You walked back to the bed and sat on it crossed legged. Alex sat down beside you, pulling you in for a small hug, kissing your head.

"I'm so, so sorry for yelling at you, love," he said, pulling you closer to him. "When I saw that you 'ad tears in your eyes, I knew I did summat wrong."

"Did I do something wrong?" You questioned, looking up at him. He shook his head, "No, love."

"Then why are you acting like this? You've never yelled at me, you always tell me about things. Tell me what's wrong, baby," you replied, pushing some hair back that had fallen into his eyes.

"I-I don't - it's just. . . . . it just feels like I'm not good enough, you know. It feels like I can't do anything. Feels like I can't write fucking songs. I-I mean I can write songs, but they're all absolute shite, he explained. "And sometimes I feel as if I'm not good enough for you and that one day while I'm at the studio or while I'm on tour, you'll meet this better looking guy and you'll pack up and leave without telling me and I'll come home to an empty house."

You could've cried at the words he was saying, you would never leave him why would he think that? And his songs were most definitely not shite. "Oh, baby, come here," you said, hugging him tightly, his head buried in the crook of your neck. You kept hearing him mumble things but couldn't quite make them out.

He laid down and you followed, cuddling up to his side. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked after a while, slightly sitting up. Right now you would literally do anything to make him happy. "I don't know. I just really need motivation, I guess," he replied.

You thought for a moment, an idea coming to you not long after.

"I could be your motivation," you suggested, hoping that would work. "No, I couldn't do that to you," he said.

"But I want to. Please, for me," you insisted, batting your eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't resist you whenever you did that. "Fine, but just this once," he sighed. You smiled and sat on him to be situated in his lap. His hand came up to the zipper on the jacket you were wearing and slowly pulled it down, helping you take it off once he was down with the zipper, leaving you in your tank top.

You leaned down to kiss him, moving from his lips, to his jaw, then after pushing back his hair, his neck, choosing a spot and lightly sucking on it, staring a hickey. Once you were sure that a bruise had formed, you sat up to take off your shirt. But when you sat up, you noticed that Alex had tears in his eyes.

"Al, are you okay? Baby?" You quizzed, wiping the few tears that had rolled down his face. You moved off of him, bringing him in for a hug. He buried his head I your chest, letting all of the tears go. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he cried, holding you tighter.

"For what, Al?" You asked, just wanting him to be okay. "For not spending more time with you, a-and not not being the best boyfriend, and taking you for granted," he said, crying even more.

"Alex, listen to me," you stated, he looked up at you, his eyes red, his cheeks stained with tears. "You're an amazing boyfriend, you can't help that you have a busy schedule and you spend as much time with me as you can, and you don't take me for granted. You always do whatever it takes to cheer me up and you make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world," you explained to him, wiping his tears for hopefully the last time today.

"Thank you for that, love," he said, burying his head back into your chest. "Is there anything else I can do?" You asked. He replied saying something along the lines of 'just hold me for now.'

A few minutes later you decided to get up, lightly pushing Alex off of you. Once you were standing up, you turned around to see a confused and still slightly sad Alex. Looking at you with those big doe eyes he asked, "Where are you going, love?"

"Let's go lay down in our bedroom, okay?" You stated, holding your hand out for him to grab. "Okay," he nodded, grabbing your hand. You both walked down the hallway to your bedroom. Alex went to go lay down on the bed, confused again about why you didn't join him in the bed. He quickly found out though whenever you changed into his white, long sleeved shirt that he wore the previous day.

You walked to the bed and crawled under the covers with Alex right beside you, wrapping an arm across your stomach, kissing your collarbone lightly. "Goodnight, love. I love you so much," he said, now happier but sleepily. "Goodnight, Al. I love you too."

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The 2020 Tony Awards Preview | Broadway Direct

Like the recent Olympics, the 2020 Tony Awards arrive after a lengthy delay necessitated by the COVID-19 pandemic. And amid enduring uncertainty, they are all the more eagerly anticipated by fans of Broadway theater and the industry serving them.

This year’s ceremony, set for September 26 at the Winter Garden Theatre, will be different on several counts. The number of productions recognized has been limited by the March 2020 shutdown, which prevented a bunch of high-profile shows from opening, and rendered others — including Ivo von Hove’s staging of West Side Story, and Girl From the North Country, the acclaimed musical weaving Bob Dylan songs into a book by Conor McPherson — ineligible, as many Tony voters had not been able to see them.

On the other hand, a new arrangement that will make the entire event available on Paramount Plus, beginning at 7 p.m. ET — with longtime Tonys home CBS broadcasting from 9 to 11 p.m. ET — will enable viewers at home to see awards given out in categories such as design, orchestration, and choreography. “We haven’t had all of our creatives and the awards recognizing them on the special since before my time,” notes Charlotte St. Martin, president of the Broadway League, which presents the Tonys with the American Theatre Wing.

“The whole point of the show is to set an optimistic and realistic tone,” adds Heather Hitchens, the Wing’s president and CEO. “The theme of this show is that Broadway’s back — theater is safe if protocols are followed — and we have exciting new work for people to see.”

Both St. Martin and Hitchens point to the diversity of shows represented both in nominations for the 2019–2020 season as well as those premiering in the new season, which launched in August with the arrival of Antoinette Chinonye Nwandu’s Pass Over. Slave Play, another work by a Black playwright that transferred after earning praise Off-Broadway, is up for 12 Tonys, making it the most nominated play to date. Author Jeremy O. Harris was tapped for his provocative look at the roles race, gender, and sexuality play in contemporary relationships; director Robert O’Hara, leading actress Joaquina Kalukango, featured actors Ato Blankson-Wood and James Cusati-Moyer, and featured actresses Chalia La Tour and Annie McNamara are among the other nominees.

Tina – The Tina Turner Musical is also a contender in 12 categories, with celebrated Black artists including Adrienne Warren, who won raves for her performance as the titular rock and R&B icon, and this year’s Pulitzer Prize–winning playwright Katori Hall among the nominees. The other productions up for Best Musical, Jagged Little Pill and Moulin Rouge! The Musical respectively collected 15 and 14 nominations; both combine books by noted writers — Jagged Little Pill’s Diablo Cody and Moulin Rouge’s John Logan — with established music — Alanis Morissette’s for Jagged Little Pill, and various pop songs tracing several decades for Moulin Rouge!.

Consequently, none of the five candidates for best original score is a musical production. They include Slave Play and fellow Best Play nominees The Inheritance and The Sound Inside and new stagings of A Christmas Carol and Tennessee Williams’s The Rose Tattoo. (The theatrical concert David Byrne’s American Utopia is being honored with a Special Tony Award, as Springsteen on Broadway was in 2018.)

Only three revivals made the cut for Best Revival of a Play: a production of A Soldier’s Play showcasing Blair Underwood, a nominee for leading actor in a play, and David Alan Grier, up for featured actor; a Betrayal, featuring Tom Hiddleston, a contender for leading actor; and Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune, starring six-time Tony winner Audra McDonald, nominated for leading actress.

Other stage and screen stars who are candidates at this year’s ceremony include Jake Gyllenhaal and Tom Sturridge, both for leading actor in Best Play nominee Sea Wall/A Life, a pair of one-man pieces respectively written by Simon Stephens and Nick Payne, each told from the perspective of a young husband and father. In the category for leading actress in a play, Mary-Louise Parker is acknowledged for Adam Rapp’s The Sound Inside, an intimate mystery involving a cancer-stricken college professor and her alienated, prodigious student, also up for Best Play; and Laura Linney is nominated for My Name Is Lucy Barton, an adaptation of Alice Munro’s novel tracing a complex mother-daughter relationship.

Matthew López’s The Inheritance — up for 11 awards, and focused on gay men living in a New York haunted by a pandemic of the recent past, AIDS — yielded nominations for John Benjamin Hickey, for featured actor, and Lois Smith, for featured actress. (Cast members Andrew Burnap and Paul Hilton are nominees for leading and featured actor in turn, with Linda Vista’s Ian Barford also up for leading actor.) And a fifth Best Play contender, Grand Horizons — a comedy that dares to look at sex and marriage in the golden years — and the Broadway debut of Bess Wohl earned a nod for another duly cherished veteran, Jane Alexander, also for featured actress.

Musical theater favorites recognized include Danny Burstein, who earned a seventh Tony nomination for his featured performance in Moulin Rouge; Moulin Rouge’s Karen Olivo and Jagged Little Pill’s Elizabeth Stanley, completing the leading actress category; and Moulin Rouge’s Aaron Tveit, who, as a result of the relative dearth of musical productions in this abbreviated season, was the only performer nominated in the leading actor field. (He needs the approval of 60 percent of Tony voters to claim the prize.)

In vying for Best Direction of a Play, Slave Play’s O’Hara will face stiffer competition from lauded British directors Stephen Daldry (Inheritance) and Jamie Lloyd (Betrayal) and equally accomplished Americans David Cromer (Sound Inside) and Kenny Leon (Soldier’s Play). The directors tapped for their work on musicals are no less distinguished: British film and stage vet Phyllida Lloyd (TINA), Pill’s Diane Paulus, and Moulin Rouge’s Alex Timbers, who, between the two of them, have helmed some of the most admired musical productions of the past decade both on and Off-Broadway.

And thanks to this year’s multiplatform format, fans of the three musicals will get to see awards handed out to their choreographers and orchestrators — one of each, anyway. The nominees include Moulin Rouge’s Sonya Tayeh, whose collaborators have ranged from the Martha Graham Dance Company to Miley Cyrus, and Jagged Little Pill’s Tom Kitt, whose many credits as a composer include Next to Normal, for which he won both Tony Awards and a Pulitzer Prize.

Variety writer and podcast host Gordon Cox adds that the 2020 Tony nominations would likely have presented “an entirely different race” had the rush of productions originally scheduled to open in late March and April of last year had been able to do so. Still, he believes there are “a significant group of people who think the Tonys can be a celebration, not just of a season that got overshadowed by the pandemic, but of a return to performances — to being able to sit in theatres, knock on wood. There are people looking for an opportunity to celebrate theater in general.”

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so i was thinking: album openers. what a great thing. every album has one. some of them go unnoticed. but some of them are like a bucket of cold water to your face (in a good way). so here’s my 10 favorite album openers in no particular order (i mean, i think technically they’re in alphabetical order by band because i need things to be somewhat orginized but--)

CAPRICORN (A BRAND NEW NAME) - 30 SECONDS TO MARS / 30 SECONDS TO MARS

omg the y o u t h ! but also why does Jared look exactly the same? this song is honestly one of my favorite things in the whole world because of the way it makes me feel when i listen to it. and i’m not sure i can quite put it into words but-- i guess it makes me feel... powerful? idk if that’s it. but it’s like, the anthem of reinventing yourself. also, this whole album feels like a sci-fi movie and i fucking love it.

BRIANSTORM - ARCTIC MONKEYS / FAVORITE WORST NIGHTMARE

bitch, the drums. b i i i i i i i i t c h. so, maybe Matt Helders III is one of my favorite drummers of all time. and i may also perhaps have a weakness for young Alex Turner because he didn’t give two fucks about being a little shit. ugh. i love Arctic Monkeys.

THE PHOENIX - FALL OUT BOY / SAVE ROCK AND ROLL

this song just sounds epic as fuck. which is the perfect start to an epic as fuck album. also, this being their comback album and this song’s first line being ‘you are brick tied to me that’s dragging me down’ is just one giant middle finger up in the air, fuck you haters and all. i know the first like is technically ‘put on your war paint’ but bear with me here.

PAPERCUT - LINKIN PARK / HYBRID THEORY

i already talked extensively about what this song means to me. it’s just perfect. it’s the perfect album opener. and i miss Chester :(

NEW BORN - MUSE / ORIGIN OF SYMMETRY

i mean... do i even have to explain myself here?

CAREFUL - PARAMORE / BRAND NEW EYES

talk about starting off with a bang. this is actually not only an amazing album opener in my opinion, but it’s also my favorite song from Brand New Eyes. it’s so strong and angry. like-- same.

THE HAUNTING - SET IT OFF / DUALITY

aaaaand speaking of songs being epic as fuck. the theatricality of this band. please. go listen to Set It Off. you won’t regret it. i promise.

SHUT UP - SIMPLE PLAN / STILL NOT GETTING ANY...

what i love about this song as an opener is that it sets the mood for the whole album. it’s loud and angry and doesn’t give a fuck. if you’re not singing and dancing by the end of this song, are you even listening to Simple Plan?

REVOLUTION - THE USED / IMAGINARY ENEMY

if i’m being really honest with you, i think all of The Used’s opening songs to all their albums are fucking brilliant, but this one is my favorite. mostly because of Jepha BEST BASSIST EVER Howard. that little riff at the end of every chorus... *chef kiss*. yas boi.

CHERRY RED - WATERPARKS / FANDOM (i still hate this album title)

last but not least. listen. i’m not a huge fan of either “Hawaii” or “11:11” (actually, i usually skip “11:11”), but “Cherry Red” is one of the best album openers out there. it feels like the very beginning of a movie. it hypes you up right off bat. it is so fucking good. it has every emotion this album has throughout collapsed into 1:25 minutes. it is... ~perfection~.

HONORABLE MENTIONS!

since Conventional Weapons is not really an album i couldn’t include “Boy Division” by My Chemical Romance. but if it were... uuuhhh boi. best album opener ever.

“Jumpsuit” by twenty øne piløts from their album Trench. what i like about this song is that it’s the heaviest on the album. it’s a scream to your face only to get your attention. then the rest of the album gently guides you through Tyler’s mind.

“Arms Unfolding”, dodie. now, listen here, i know Human is technically an EP, but we can look past that for a minute. this song barely has any instruments. it’s mostly vocalizations and i just think it’s fucking brilliant god i love dodie so fucking much what a taleeent! please stop sleeping on dodie (if you are-- if you’re not, here’s a star for you: 🌟).

now, let’s pretend for a second that “!!!!” + “Bad Guy” are one song. goddamnit Billie and Phineas are ridiculously good songwriters. i used to be one of those “wHaT’S tHe HyPE arOUnD BilLiE EiLisH?!” people, but then i listened to when we all fall asleep where do we go? and realized i was just clowning my way through life. the use of sounds that one wouldn’t normally put in a song-- now, i’m not saying they invented it, i’m just saying they do a really good job at it.

and, finally, since we’re pretending that intros and first songs are one thing, let’s not forget about “Thoughts That Breathe” + “Nightmare”. an absolute epic beginning to the most epic Set It Off album: Cinematics. psst! kids, go listen to Set It Off!

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A tale of two. Alex Turner. Three.

Description (Part One.) Alex Turner x fem!Reader. (Y/N) (Y/LN) is a young and promising publicist in show business. Her work would cause the encounter with the person who would turn her life upside down: Alex Turner. But what happens when love seems to go counterflow? When everything seems inconvenient?

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A/N: here it is!! I hope you enjoy it :)  You can find the spanish version of this story on my wattpad profile. That’s it for now.

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Part One. Part Two.

(Y/N)

(Y/N) let the tears ran down her face, fogging everything: past, present and future. She cleaned her mouth. It was probably the most horrendous pain she had ever felt, and it wasn't even physical pain. The more she tried to stop crying, the more it hurt.

She managed to get up and go look for a pill on her suitcase. There she found the only thing she had allowed herself to pack that was his: his cologne. Her favourite smell. She knew that whatever happened, she wouldn't be able to forget the smell, she could recognise it anywhere. Always mixed with that cigarette smell.

The first time she noticed the smell was the first time she realised that behind the bad boy look there was something else. The first time she had the chance of knowing the shy and charming kid behind all that facade.

(Y/N) opened the closet and started putting together outfits. I wasn't that important, right? No, right? It was Alex Turner, but she had to act normal, it wasn't the first time she did something like that... or was it?

She put her hand in her face. She couldn't look like she had tried too much, just casual as if she was about to have coffee with anyone. Some dark jeans, and a tight sweater with grey converse, that looked like a good and casual outfit. She finished dressing and stood in front of the mirror putting on some lipstick. "Damn, you're too simple," she said to the reflection

She looked at her watch, she had to leave already if she wanted to get there on time. She didn't want to get late to the meeting again. So she grabbed her bag and drove to the cafe, twenty minutes away. On the way, she thought about the meeting the day before. It had gone well, Alex inviting her for coffee was a good sign, she guessed.

She parked right outside of the coffee shop, she looked at the clock on the dashboard: 11:25, five minutes early. At half-past eleven, with the punctuality that characterised English people, a grey Cadillac CTS parked by her side, from which the famous singer hoped off. (Y/N) did the same, and that's when she realized what was about to happen, and who was going to take coffee with.

They approached. Alex was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt with a leather jacket. They shook hands. "Good morning," she said, smiling. They both went into the coffee shop and sat in a place where it would be difficult for people to spot Alex. The waitress asked their order, and the after-silence was broken by Alex.

"So you are a publicist." She nodded. "Why?"

"Well, I've always been attracted to it, and then I specialized in fan phenomena so I could work on show business. And now I study cases like yours."

"So you study people like me?" (Y/N) smiled.

"Well, not really, I don't study you, the artist, just the reaction you create in society."

"Seems like I'm someone important if you say it like that."

"Maybe that's because you are important," she answered, smiling and looking into his eyes. "And you? Why music?"

"It just came up. I started studying psychology and music in college, I wanted to do something similar to what you do. But the band started going well, so I dropped out and started working in a bar." Alex smiled, thinking at that past, that now seemed so far away. "In June of 2003 we did our first gig, but I didn't even sing."

"Why?" she asked, curious.

"I was ashamed I guess."

"Are you still? Ashamed?"

"Most of the time, yes." He stopped talking, wondering if he should say what he was about to say to his publicist. "I've been drinking before the gigs, not much, enough for that feeling to disappear." She felt like his tone of voice hid a certain level of excuse and shame.

"A lot of people do that," she said. "I'm not convinced that's good, but I'm not the one who has to get into the stage, so I shouldn't give any lectures about it."

"Well, very few people act like you. Max is the first one to say shit about it when I do that."

"Well, you shouldn't pay much attention to what Max says, not even to what I say. You guys have to take charge, it's your group, after all." Alex smiled, he liked her. "What is the thing you most hate about fame?"

"Journalists, no doubt about that. They can distort anything and put it completely out of context so they get some kind of breaking news. Always without having in mind the people they are talking about. What about you? What do you hate most about the publicity world?"

"Journalist is such a good answer, but just for the sake of saying something else, I hate those publicists that make it look like all types of publicity are a fraud. And the clients who do that too. You guys, for example, it is clear that you want to be honest, even though you haven't found a publicist who can do that. But some other groups want kind of the opposite, and it is so difficult to work for them..."

"And what about the thing you like the most?" (Y/N) smiled.

"Well, advertising things that I like. Like you." She opened her eyes a lot. "I'm so sorry Alex, I'm talking way too much about you, I must look like a crazy fan." Alex smiled, that girl was so genuine.

"Don't worry, you don't" At that moment a waitress came with tea, for (Y/N), and coffee, for Alex. After a long pause, suddenly Alex, without thinking a lot about it, asked the question that neither one of them expected "And do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I haven't, for a year now." She smiled, but with that kind of smile that said that she wasn't happy about it. "What about you?"

"No. Nothing serious, I mean." She nodded. "Had you been dating him for a lot of time?"

"Yes, quite a lot, five years. I thought he was the love of my life and all that bullshit. Apparently, he was way happier with other girls." she looked out the window, and smiled. "I guess he wasn't the love of my life." Alex didn't know what to say to that. Their eyes met, he gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry I asked you about it." He touched his hair, still feeling ashamed he asked the question.

"Oh don't worry, I don't even know why I said that, I'm clearly oversharing." She smiled. 

"No, you are not, and I know how it feels when someone does something like that to you. It happened to me some months ago and since then I haven't been able to write a song."

"That's why you haven't done an album yet?" Alex nodded. "I thought the pain was supposed to be great for inspiration."

"I thought that as well. But it was pretty traumatic I guess." He looked into her eyes and found comprehension of his pain.

"We don't have to talk about this." She said smiling.

"We really don't. And on the other hand, they missed the opportunity, not us, right?" he said, lifting his cup, kind of proposing a toast.

"Of course." She smiled and did the same as him.

"A toast for loneliness." 

"And for the lack of inspiration." She hit his cup lightly with hers.

"About that... I wanted to thank you, on behalf of all the band, that you don't want to pressure us into making another album now. We know it is going against the interest of Max, who is one of your bosses."

"If I'm being honest, I don't think it is only his interest, but also of Domino Records, they have a lot of artists, and yet they focus on big bands putting out an album a year. And I, as a fan of your work, wouldn't like to listen to an album created just because you had to. So I try to fight against that."

"See? That's what we were looking for in a publicist, and it is what no one had given us: honesty. Thank you very much, (Y/N)." Alex smiled, and (Y/N)'s face turned red. Alex smiled, she was so cute.

"Thank you for hiring me."

"How long have you been working?"

"I started three years ago, more or less, right before finishing college."

"Have you worked with a lot of artists?"

"Yes, but you guys have been the biggest thing I've advertised. So I don't know how it is going to affect me, economically, telling you to not put out an album." She smiled. "Thinking about it, maybe you don't have to wait, you should do it, write a shitty album." Alex laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they pay you enough so you can work with us." She laughed.

"Well, thank you then."

They spent a lot of time together, they talked about everything, laughed and discovered a friend who would spend a lot of time in the near future.

"I had a great time," he said when they got to their cars. 

"I had a great time as well, Alex. Thank you for the invitation." She said, smiling.

"See you next time." He hugged her, and that was the first time (Y/N) smelt his cologne, which would become her favourite smell.

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Between the 1980s and before a decline in the early 2000s, the erotic thriller was one of cinema's most popular and risque genres. Usually, an erotic thriller features storylines that focus heavily on romance and contain graphic nudity and sex scenes.

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Some of these films have been praised while some have been considered "trashy" for focusing more on the salacious elements instead of the story. And while not as popular today, recent hits like Fifty Shades Of Grey prove there is still a market. During its heyday, Hollywood produced some great erotic thrillers that are still viewed by audiences looking for a dangerous and naughty evening.

10 In The Cut (2003) - 5.3

Directed by acclaimed filmmaker Jane Campion, In The Cut's story revolves around a teacher, Frannie, (Meg Ryan) who gets questioned by an investigator, Malloy, (Mark Ruffalo) after the limb of a murdered girl is found in her garden. The two begin a relationship. but Frannie starts to suspect the murderer might be Malloy himself.

Upon release, the film was controversial for graphic sex and for Meg Ryan's nude scenes, which many believed to be brave due to her wholesome image and for normally appearing in light romantic comedies. Despite mixed reviews, Ryan's performance has been praised as one of her best.

9 Crash (1996) - 6.4

Perhaps one of the most controversial erotic thrillers of all time is Crash. Directed by acclaimed filmmaker David Cronenberg, the film concerns a TV director (James Spader) who gets involved with a group of people who become aroused after watching automobile collisions.

Crash's premiere screening at the Cannes Film Festival incited "boos," but it was awarded a Special Jury Prize, which jury president and Godfather director Francis Ford Coppola refused to present to Cronenberg, due to his distaste for the film. The movie was banned in many countries around the world because of its subject matter and sex scenes, and its American release was delayed for several months.

8 Wild Things (1998) - 6.5

During their popularity, erotic thrillers were mostly made for mature adults, however, Wild Things was aimed at the younger 20-something generation. The film concerns a guidance counselor (Matt Dillion) accused of rape by two female students, but the detective (Kevin Bacon) investigating the charge detects a conspiracy is afoot.

Remembered for its verging-on-pornographic sex scenes, Wild Things actually has some clever twists and turns, plus a surprising performance by Bill Murray. Salacious on the surface, audiences enjoyed the fact there was more to it than just sex. Notably, the end credits connect the dots for the viewer on the film's twists.

7 Sea Of Love (1989) - 6.8

Similar in premise to Basic Instinct, Sea Of Love concerns a detective (Al Pacino) on the trail of a serial killer. He attempts to find the killer by placing a personal ad for himself to lure them on a date, but he ultimately begins falling for one of the suspects (Ellen Barkin).

Unlike Basic Instinct, which puts emphasis on the sexual chemistry between the leads, Sea Of love puts the emphasis on the romantic chemistry, making the viewer hope the killer isn't the sexy Ellen Barkin. Over the years, Sea Of Love has become a favorite among Pacino fans.

6 Fatal Attraction (1987) - 6.9

Perhaps the most popular erotic thriller of all time, Fatal Attraction succeeds not because of its more lurid and graphic moments, but because those moments elevate and make more meaningful everything else in the movie.  The film concerns Dan (Michael Douglas), who has an affair with Alex (Glenn Close). Unfortunately, she grows attached to him, and when he tries to break off the relationship, he realizes she won't give him up easily, leading to dangerous consequences.

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Director Adrian Lyne crafts a thriller for adults with the intention to not just thrill and titillate but to ask viewers important questions about fidelity and marriage. Lyne would have similar success in the genre with Indecent Proposal and Unfaithful. Ultimately, Fatal Attraction was a huge box-office hit, earning a Best Picture Oscar nomination and a Best Actress Oscar nomination for Close's brilliant performance.

5 Basic Instinct (1992) - 7.0

Following Fatal Attraction's immense popularity, Basic Instinct kicked the genre into high gear. Erotic thriller veteran Michael Douglas stars alongside, at the time, rising star Sharon Stone. Douglas plays a detective, Nick, investigating a murder that resembles the work of a writer, Catherine Trammel. As Nick investigates further, he begins an affair with the seductive and possibly murderous Trammel.

Known at the time for its graphic sex scenes, Basic Instinct is not only salacious but a well-crafted, and at times, Hitchcockian thriller. The screenwriter, Joe Ezsterhas, would eventually write more erotic thrillers like Sliver, Jade, and others. A sequel, Basic Instinct 2, with Stone, would be released 14 years later, but by then the genre had declined in popularity.

4 Dressed To Kill (1980) - 7.1

Considered to be the erotic thriller that started the trend, Dressed To Kill is directed by suspense master Brian DePalma, who constructs the film with elaborate Hitchcock-style sequences. Starring Michael Caine, the plot concerns a woman who witnesses the murder of a psychiatrist's patient by a mysterious blonde woman, only to find herself the murderer's next target.

Praised by critics and audiences at the time for being suspenseful, lurid, and shocking, Dressed To Kill has since been considered problematic due to its depiction of women and violence toward them.

3 The Last Seduction (1994) - 7.1

After stealing drug money from her husband, sexy and alluring Bridget (Linda Fiorentino) flees to Chicago, seduces a local man, and devises a way to get him to kill her pursuing husband. Because of the script, the production company responsible for the movie felt The Last Seduction would be something for late-night television audiences that want a sexy watch, however, the filmmakers set out to make the movie something much more than that.

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Despite being an erotic thriller, the film received great reviews upon release for its wit, dry humor, and especially for Linda Fiorentino's sexy performance. In the years since, viewers have praised Fiorentino's character as a refreshing spin on the femme fatale character type.

2 Bound (1996) - 7.3

Before the Wachowskis directed The Matrix, they needed to make a "practice film" to prove they could do it, and the result was Bound - an erotic thriller about two lesbian lovers who attempt to steal millions of mafia money. At the time, it was rare for a  lesbian relationship, let alone lesbian sex, to be depicted in a mainstream film.

When released, critics praised the film's stylish direction and neo-noir plot, and for having LGBTQ+ leads without the plot revolving around it. From there, the Wachowskis went on to make The Matrix and more cinematic history.

1 Body Heat (1981) - 7.4

Inspired by the classic film Double Indemnity, Body Heat centers around lawyer Ned (William Hurt), who kills the wealthy husband of his sexy lover, Matty (Kathleen Turner), so that she can inherit his money and they can run away together. However, Ned soon discovers Matty isn't who she seems.

At the time, the film was noted for its many graphic sex scenes, with even more left on the cutting room floor. Fortunately, what director Lawrence Kasdan clearly really cared about was the hard-boiled thriller elements, which are stylish and skillfully crafted. In addition, Kathleen Turner gives a powerhouse and obviously sexy performance in her screen acting debut.

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[dailytomlinson]

The last of the One Direction lot to release his debut album, Louis Tomlinson took his time making his first full-length.

"It's taken me the best part of four years to finish it, so naturally, you know, there's a lot of heart in it," he considers, "a lot of emotion, a lot of honesty I think. And the most important thing for me, whenever I'm writing a song, is that the lyrics are really important to me. I just want to make people feel something, and through honesty, that becomes a little bit easier, you know? So I feel like, hopefully, I've made an honest and interesting record."

A lot has happened for Louis in the past ten years. He was catapulted into stardom as part of One Direction in 2010, left that group in 2015, returned to The X Factor in 2018 as a judge, became a footballer for a bit, had a child, and sadly lost his mother in 2016 and sister Felicité in 2019. A lot of those themes make it onto 'Walls', the latter forming the lyrics for the record's lead single 'Two Of Us'.

"Honesty and vulnerability at times is relatable, and it's important sometimes talk about certain things. I'm always conscious of being as transparent as I possibly can to my fans and to any listener."

Of course, his first solo ventures, 'Just Hold On' with Steve Aoki and 'Back To You' with Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals, are miles away from the music he returned with in 2019, but he maintains the change of direction was for the best. "I just don't think that those songs are true to the artist that I want to be. Although they were right to me at the time, if you put them in the middle of this album, they would definitely stand out."

Where Harry's albums channel 70s rock and artsy pop, Niall's debut had the singer/songwriter vibe a la Sheeran and Capaldi, and Liam and Zayn opted for chart-friendly R&B pop, on 'Walls', Louis goes back to his roots, doing his best to emulate the Northern indie rockers he grew up on. "I feel like a lot of influence happens subconsciously. It's what you're listening to at the time or what you've grown up with. In terms of who I look up to, Alex Turner and the way that he writes as a lyricist is incredible, especially in the early Arctic Monkeys stuff. I always talk about Amy Winehouse's level of detail, again as a lyricist, and how descriptive she was was incredible. Obviously, I'm a massive, massive Oasis fan that goes without saying."

"Coming out of One Direction, it was a bit of improvising, a bit of trial and error"

Chatting to Louis, it's easy to forget he was part of one of the biggest groups of all time, because he just comes across as a down to earth and, well, normal bloke. It's like seeing an old school friend in the pub and having a catch-up.

He's never lost his accent, and his dedication to his hometown of Doncaster is unmatched. He's returning to the Doncaster Dome on tour, was signed as a Doncaster Rovers player, and even in his early solo days, took Bebe Rexha to the Keepmoat Stadium for a video shoot.

"I always try and be as true to myself as I can. I've always been very aware of where I've come from, and very proud of where I've come from. I fuckin love Doncaster. My family still live there, I go there all't time, well, not all't time, but as much as I can. Those influences that I've grown up with were vital on my first album, they're definitely part of it's DNA.

"This was always where my heart lies. I mean, I spent most of my youth in Priory, back when it were ten quid all you could drink – which was fucking mint. That really pushed me towards big choruses and guitars, basically - you know, like a Catfish and the Bottlemen kinda record, that's the sound I really love."

Likening his experience of finding his feet after 1D's disbandment ("hiatus") to that of a brand new artist, it took Louis a while to get comfortable with the music he was making.

"A lot of developing artists when they first start their career, they spend two, three, maybe even five years in the background developing and waiting for that one moment, that one song, that one album. And I kind of had to live out that whole development period in the public eye. Naturally, after coming out of One Direction, it was a bit of improvising, a bit of trial and error and working out exactly who I should be as an artist. It took some time, I didn't want to rush it."

He did dip his toe into the songwriting waters during his time in 1D, if getting a writing credit on 37 of their songs counts as dipping a toe, but felt he needed time rediscovering himself.

"It was really important to me; it was only from the third album onwards that we really got trusted with having a real influence on the songwriting. It's something I'm really proud of, and they're definitely skills that have helped me in the solo career."

Funnily enough, One Direction's third album seemed to be the point where their music took a stadium rock-ish turn, which never really let up for the remainder of their career (see: 'Midnight Memories', 'Where Do Broken Hearts Go', 'Drag Me Down'). Maybe Louis always had those big choruses in him after all.

"I have the luxury of being a positive person"

There are plenty of references to walls and fences on (aptly titled) 'Walls', which could easily be read as feeling like he needed to break out, but he says that's not necessarily what he means.

"I normally shy away from metaphor, but it was relevant in the song definitely. I'm sure that's how some people might interpret it. But it's more about general growth in life and any problems or mistakes that you make along the way. It's more about realising that, and I'm very proud of my One Direction roots, massively."

Strangely, he says joining One Direction humbled him. As a cocky teenager, being thrust into the spotlight and feeling like a small fish in a very large, Simon Cowell-controlled pond affected the boys in different ways.

"I was a bit of a show-off, really. I came into One Direction with a bit of an ego; I did think a lot of myself, I'm not gonna lie. It was quite a sobering experience. I was a bit of a show-off when I was a kid to be fair, like I love making people laugh and all that. I wasn't very hardworking. I'd say I'm hardworking now, but I definitely wasn't when I was a young lad."

And does he feel like he's changed much since finishing with the group five years ago?

"It feels like it did in One Direction, just a diluted version really. I'm lucky I still have a certain amount of hardcore fans who follow my every move. So in terms of the difference in like privacy and stuff, that hasn't really changed too much. But, you know, it is what it is. It's what I've signed up for, apparently."

It doesn't come across like the fame gets to him, perhaps in a way it has done in the past. He seems relaxed, confident, more candid than he was on any 1D press run (e.g., he's allowed to swear now), and like genuinely, despite everything, he's in a good place.

"I have the luxury of being a positive person and seeing the glass as half full. Whenever I reflect on those times of me feeling a little bit emotional, I always do see a light at the end of the tunnel. It's just extending that idea that you know, trying to induce hope."

Louis Tomlinson's album 'Walls' is out 31st January.