Alanwilderxreader Stories

A drunk, and very, very lovey-dovey Alan has a simple, but decidedly odd request. Will you oblige him? Or not?

Oops! Alan's hands have lost circulation in the night. It's up to you to bring it back. (I read somewhere that Alan's worst fear was losing use of his hands... that's pretty upsetting so I had to write sweet stuff. Yes, this is unreasonably short. No, I didn't just crank it out today. I hope you enjoy anyways!)

You have fallen into despair, and Alan knows just how to kiss it better. [Is this angst??? I'm just sad] EDIT: so I've decided this is where I'm going to put my previously unpublishable works that are made to comfort me: depression, mentions of parental abuse, just overall pain beyond this point

You're at a new years party, for some reason, and at the critical moment you've misplaced your Alan! What will become of your long-awaited new year's kiss?

My first full blown Alan Wilder imagine to be published! Please enjoy the soft, domestic stripping (: