Fluff Request: Alex Gets Tired From Work And When He Comes Back Home He Is All Cuddly And Soft

Fluff request: Alex gets tired from work and when he comes back home he is all cuddly and soft

☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Exhausted ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

Drabble

(Warnings: tooth rotting fluff)

(Words: 521)

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It’s about 4 in the morning and Alex still wasn’t home yet. He was flying home from Vegas after a late show and asked me to stay up for him.

He landed like 30 minutes ago. So I check his location and see he’s almost here.

I head to the kitchen and put a kettle on. Getting out two cups and placing them on the counter. My large pajama pants dragging on the floor as I walk around the kitchen getting the sugar and cream. The kettle starts to scream so I get it and pour the water over the tea bags. Just as I’m about to put in the sugar I hear the door open and a large bag thud to the floor.

“Love?” He questions out loud. His voice is horse and quiet.

“I’m in the kitchen.” I say and I hear footsteps heading towards me. His boots squeaking a bit as he steps on the tile.

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Resting his head in the crook of my neck, breathing In heavily.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“For what.” I softly respond.

“For staying up, I just really wanted to see you. I missed you.” He says placing a small kiss to my neck.

“I missed you too.” I turn around in his grip and peck his forehead. Instead of responding he just leaded in and hugged me tighter.

He yawns softly and I could feel him looking at something.

“You made tea?”

“Oh, yeah but it seams like your to tired for some tea.” I say and he releases the hug.

“No no, I’m okay. I want to talk to you.” He reassured me as we grab are cups and sit on the couch.

“So how was the show?”

“It was really good. You would have loved it. We played a lot of your favorites.”

“Damn, I wish I could have gone.” I say as he grasps my hand.

“Yeah me too.” He responds looking down at his lap. He looks as if he’s about to cry.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come to your more recent shows. This job sucks. I only got it cause they said I wouldn’t have to be In the office. Turns out they’re liars.” I say and he looks up to my eyes. “Maybe I’ll start looking for a new job.” I smile at him.

“You’re so sweet.” He says dramatically, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Baby what’s wrong?” I question holding in my laughter.

“You’re just my favorite person. You’re to good for me.” He says rubbing his eyes.

“You’re exhausted, come on let’s head to bed.” I say and lead him to the room. He gets in his pajamas as I sit down in bed.

He joins me resting his head to my chest. His arms tight around my waist. I run my fingers through his hair as he listens to my heart beat.

“Im serious.” He whispers. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you Alex.” I smile to myself at his words. He’s always so sappy when he’s tired.

“I love you too.” He says as sleep quickly takes over.

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

He’s a slut

But he’s my slut

This was so real

I can’t explain it but this is how I’ve felt for the past few days

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.