Someone Tell Me What Show This Was Before I Genuinely Lose My Mind

Someone tell me what show this was before I genuinely lose my mind

He’s a slut

But he’s my slut

I need fluff requests, this is important.

I’m not okay

Doing horrible one could say

Stalemate Pt. II

Alex Turner Masterlist

You pushed through a crowd of uncomfortably sticky people, trying to make your way to the door that would lead backstage. You weren't actually planning on entering, just hoping that Alex would be hanging out near there.

But to your disappointment, all you saw there were other girls huddling around the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of the band. You knew you weren't any better than them, you were there doing the exact same thing that they were.

You poked your head around trying to see if Alex was somehow there, but he wasn't.

The festival was coming to a close and you were about ready to go home and give up on what seemed like wasted hope that you would get to talk to him.

You walked around with a sorrow face trying to look for your friends, assuming they would want to go home as well. You looked at the bar but they weren't anywhere to be found.

You continued wandering aimlessly trying to find any sign of them. By this point you would've called them but your phone had just run fresh out of battery and you mentally cursed yourself for being so careless.

You eventually figured that you'd make your way to the car, there was a chance that they would already be there waiting, hopefully not too drunk off their asses. But even if they weren't, you had the car keys and you would be able to charge your phone there and be able to communicate with them then.

Fatigue was really starting to catch up with you, all the jumping, yelling and dancing you had done tonight was taking its toll on your energy. Your pace started to become sluggish but soon you reached your car.

And to your dismay, your friends weren't there either. You sighed before reaching for your keys in your bag.

But you stopped once you opened the zipper as the sound of commotion redirected your attention. You noticed that a group had formed around a bus. You figured it was one of the other artists that performed earlier so you shrugged it off and continued to look for your keys.

That was until you heard girl shriek, making you stop your search.

"Alex! Can you sign my phone case please!?"

You immediately turned around and walked ran towards the bus. Once you arrived, you noticed Alex and the rest of the band stopping to interact with the group, taking pictures and signing various items and body parts.

You desperately tried getting to the front, hoping to catch Alex and finally introduce yourself. In the process, you angered the people around you as they also had the same motives you did and they started resisting which only made it more difficult.

You were so close, you were just mere inches away from them. But suddenly the crowd started pushing forward, almost pushing you toward the ground in the process.

One you gained stability, you noticed the band entering the van. They waved and said their final goodbyes to everyone. Alex was the last one to get in and as he waved into the crowd, his eyes caught yours.

His faced turned from shock and formed into a hopeful smile. You could see him start shift to go back down the stairs when you felt you hands grip and tug your arm.

"C'monn lets go I'm tired and I'm so sweaty." your friend whined.

"Yeah we'll go in a minute I just have to-" you returned to look at the bus and that's when you saw Alex speaking with one of his band mates. You saw him frown and slowly nod.

You opened your mouth to yell out at him, but another tug at your arm prevented you from doing so.

"What're you doing? let's go I want to take off these heels my feet are killing me." your other friend chimed in, rubbing her ankles.

"I said we'll leave soon, I just really have to talk to someone." you replied, more frustrated this time.

But once you turned once again, the doors were closed and there and neither was Alex.

The crowd started to scatter and the bus engine turned on. You just stood there distraught as your friends continued on moaning about how they were tired and wanted to leave.

Once again the familiar feeling of melancholy clouded your mind as the bus drove off.

10 days……….

YOU KEEP MAKING ME CRY. it’s very much appreciated- your baby girl

LMAO

Stalemate Pt. III

This one goes out to my baby girl @tragiclilb. I see your comments and they make me smile. I'm lurking and I'm stalking when you least expect it....

Part One | Part Two

Alex Turner Masterlist

Every night after that day, the same memory of Alex would stay in the back of your mind. It was nearly impossible to sleep without thinking about seeing the bus get farther away, leaving you behind.

Your friends mocked you relentlessly, which made you regret even telling them in the first place. They found it hard to believe that there was something between you two. And you not being able to explain how your simple exchange had actually meant a lot more wasn't helping.

"You're being delusional. Im sure he does that to all his fans."

And maybe they were right, but something deep in you knew they were wrong. That things could've gone differently if your friends didn't arrive the time they did.

You tried not thinking about it too often. It was all too depressing and it never failed on taking your mood down.

A week after the events of the festival, you decided to treat yourself by going to the bakery just a few blocks from where you lived. Normally you'd drive, but you took the opportunity to clear your mind and walked there.

The busy street certainly did its job of being your distraction. The constant sound of cars beeping and the endless conversations happening around you helped keep Alex off your mind.

But, you couldn't go 2 seconds without having someone come up to you and asking you if you were interested in the moron church.

Only then did you slightly regret your decision.

Finally, you made it there after many religious ambushes. The second you opened the door the smell of coffee and pastries filled your senses, instantly making your mouth water. You looked towards the glass displays of breads that were baked that very morning.

You made your pick and went over to the counter, ordering eagerly and making sure to leave a tip before you left to take a seat. You never even noticed the stare you'd been receiving from across the bakery.

You fiddled with the receipt in your hand, not really paying attention to your surroundings.

You felt a soft tap on your shoulder, taking you out of your trance. You looked up only for the person in front of you to leave you speechless.

"Hi."

In hindsight that was the most basic greeting ever, but it was the interaction that you had been thinking about for days, the words you wish you would've heard that night at the festival.

And there Alex stood, sporting an almost nervous smile as he held onto his cup.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" You were so queasy that you didn't notice until you already said it how rude your words came off.

Nevertheless Alex just laughed it off and you were thankful he didn't take it any other way.

"Im sorry that's not what I meant." you awkwardly smiled.

"No don't worry about it, but to answer your question, I was just sitting here when I noticed you walk in. I instantly recognized you so I just had to come and say hi." he explained.

Your heart raced at the fact that he still recognized you, and the idea of him still thinking about you too made you even more jittery.

"Well I'm glad you did, I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce myself that night. It's been eating me up ever since." you replied, your cheeks still burning from the earlier embarrassment.

His face visibly lightened up. Truthfully, Alex would've thought that you had already let go and forgotten about that night. He also wondered what could've been that night if Matt hadn't told him they were in a rush.

When Alex was told this, he turned back to look at you, hoping you'd call out for him or something, he wanted a reason to go back. But you seemed to be preoccupied, and again the same thoughts returned.

He knew there'd be a slight chance that he'd actually be able to make it work with you. He knew instantly when he saw how you were looking at him from that crowd that he didn't want to be just friends.

But after that night, he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd never see you again but it was easier said than done. You'd left a stain in his mind and he wasn't too sure himself if he wanted it to go away.

So when he saw you in the bakery, he knew it'd had to have been fate and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.