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sonicshimmertrap · 3 days
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13 gasp! and roll your eyes / 10
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captainwans · 1 month
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BELOVED MUSE.
▋  ──  ⨾ ﹙PAIRING: alex turner x fem!reader
▋  ──  ⨾ ﹙SUMMARY: with their seventh album nearing around the corner, alex found himself drowning with doubt and perfectionism. luckily, his muse was there to cease some of his doubts.
▋  ──  ⨾ ﹙WARNING: teeth-rotting fluff!
▋  ──  ⨾ ﹙WORD COUNT: 1,4k
          ✧ :・゚➽ . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!
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…. [Y/N] OPENED THE FRONT DOOR OF THEIR SHARED APARTMENT WITH A TIRED SIGH, HER FEET LEISURLEY LEADING HER TO THE COUNTER TO PLACE HER KEYS ON THE WOODEN PIECE. A throbbing sensation seared through her temples, making her rub her tired eyes rather aggressively, her mind wandering back to her conference meeting that was a literal shit show. She rubbed her temples, eyes furrowed with a deep scowl as her brain replayed the last few hours that occurred in that meeting room. While she was glad that she wasn’t involved, her heart ached for one of her co-workers, who was humiliated in front of many other employees. On top of that, a fight erupted between two departments, which she was a part of, and it affected the whole meeting. [Y/N] could sense her boss’ frustration and the tension in the room, and she remembered avoiding eye contact the whole meeting, the fear of being the next victim shaking her down her core.
She remembered sitting there, jaw slacking at the scene in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to go home and be in Alex’s arms, feeling his warmth and listening to his voice while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He was her motivation during the day and now being in the comfort of their own home–her safe sanctuary, a smile formed her features at the thought of him.
Alex was currently on tour with the rest of his band members, but their concerts were postponed for a while due to one of the members being sick. [Y/N] didn’t complain when he got three weeks off, and she’s been glued to his side ever since he stepped foot in the house. She hadn’t seen him for months and missed him a lot. While the frequent phone calls and video calls compensated a little for his presence, she still felt the nagging loneliness that bled inside her chest, squeezing her lungs and reminding her of his absence. However, that dark cloud inside of her ceased once she opened the front door one day, meeting his soft doe-eyes smiling cheekily at her.
[Y/N] smiled at the memory while she took off her coat and hung it gently on the hook before walking toward the living room. Her smile faltered, eyes narrowed at the lights off both in the living room and the kitchen. She halted with her steps, embracing the silence as she tried to use her hearing to detect her boyfriend. Strings of melodies echoed across the hall, making her hum as she walked to their shared bedroom.
Alex’s face turned into a scowl, his eyes scanning down his notebook while having a tight grip on his guitar. He was seated on the cold floor in a hunched posture with endless of ripped and crumpled papers lying around him, and [Y/N] wanted to laugh at the sight. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice her slowly sauntering toward him with a soft smile.
He bit his lip, eyes narrowed at the last word he scribbled down his notebook with a thoughtful look. He read the paragraph to see if it fit, but much to his dismay, he aggressively ripped the page and crumbled the piece with his rough hands before throwing it to his side. He let out a tired sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fuck.”
[Y/N] stifled back a laugh, kneeling down to his level as her knees hit the wooden floor. She carefully put her hands on his shoulders, rubbing small circles around his shoulders and neck before hiding her face into his neck. She prepped small kisses on his skin, feeling his body relax a little bit. “Hey, handsome.”
A smile curved his lips, leaning into her chest as she gently caressed his locks. He let out a content sigh, feeling his frustrations cease out of his body as they slowly swayed back and forth. His warm calloused hands found hers, gently rubbing her hands with his thumb. “Hello, gorgeous.” he breathed, resting his head on her neck to get a better view of her face.
Alex inched closer to her face, capturing her lips for a kiss. She met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, sliding her hands to rest on his jaw, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. It’s not until they’re both out of breath and gasping for air that they slowly pull away from each other.
[Y/N] smiled, lips brushed against his before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “How’s writing going?” she asked him, shifting her body to the side so that she was sitting beside him. Her eyes diverted away from him toward the pile of papers scattered around the floor.
He grimaced at the mention of his writing project, his lips forming into a downward pout. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving her a look of discomfort. “It’s uh…” he trailed off, licking his lips before finishing his sentence. “Honestly it’s going shit, love,” he admitted with a deep chuckle.
Her expression softened, watching his consorted face looking down at his notebook. She looked down at the page he was on, leaning her head closer to take a look. Her eyes trailed down the paper with a serious expression, but the corner of her lips twitched upwards as she read some of his lyrics. She hummed, eyes sparkling before moving her gaze to him. “Baby, this looks amazing. You think this is bad?” she asked with curiosity, placing a hand on his thigh.
Alex gave her a grateful look, giving her a soft smile. He let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders as he gently rubbed small circles on her hand with his thumb. “I don’t know, doll….” he started off, feeling his words stuck in his throat. His face turned into a small frown, “This is going to be our seventh album. I just want it to be perfect, you know? It’s been a while.”
[Y/N]’s eyes softened. She nodded her head at his answer and hummed in understanding. She glanced at him before moving her eyes to look at his piece once again. “I know I’m not a professional or an expert, but what I do know is that everything you put out there,” she voiced her thoughts, looking at him as she pointed a finger to his chest. “Comes from the heart. And there’s nothing better than pouring your heart out, and watching it unfold into something so… beautiful. Alex, you have the ability to do that. It’s quite fascinating, actually. It’s like watching a painting—it draws you closer, and you can’t help but linger on the spot. You want to make sure that you have all the details.” she finished her sentence, resting her hand on his chest before trailing her hand to his jaw.
Alex’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes welled up with tears of overwhelming love. He felt her hand drift up to hold the side of his neck, her thumb resting on his jaw as she brushed away a lone tear that escaped from his eye. He melted into her touch and he reached up to cover his hands with hers. He brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing small kisses against them, earning a small giggle from her. .
[Y/N]’s chest vibrated with soft chuckles, his stubbed jaw tickling her hand. She smiled tenderly at him, tilting her head to the side, making him do the same as he mirrored her genuine affection toward him. The pair rested their foreheads against each other, and she closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath fanning her face.
“Do you really mean that?”
[Y/N] opened her eyes, meeting his brown doe-eyes and looking right back at her. She nodded, nudging her nose with his as her hand played with his necklace around his neck. “I meant every word, baby. And I will say it again, and again, and again till you’re gonna believe it. You truly have a way with words, my love.”
“And you are truly my muse, babydoll,” he breathed, closing his eyes as his lips met hers. He trailed kisses against her lips, her jaw, and her neck as her head dipped back. She sighed dreamily against his touch, feeling his fingers delve into her hair.
She felt him deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue into her mouth, and she broke away from the kiss with a small giggle, crinkling appearing on her features. She gave him a small peck, giving him a cheeky smile. “And don’t you ever forget it, Turner.”
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aghsed · 21 days
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I just feel like this picture needs to be discussed. I’ll start. Imagine being the lady behind them.
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artbypurplegorilla · 2 months
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Alex...from Sheffield
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cup1dssworld · 3 months
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Happy Birthday hubby!
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joshus-lobster · 11 months
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The weird thing about TLSP3 being brought up in all this announcement stuff is that- im not hyped by hearing it? Because weirdly enough, the brown leather jacket was my announcement. Thats all I needed to know that it was gonna happen. This is Miles’ time, this is time for a One Man Band.
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malina-33 · 7 months
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Summary: It’s summer 2022, Nortern Italy, Miles and Alex are on vacation before The Car tour.
And they are happier than ever.
Word count: 3,5k
A/N: I missed the everyday cozy life of their relationship, so I wrote this :) Creative-crisis conversations presented as well, but they don’t take far away from the happy ending. Inspired by "Call me by your name", so for a better atmosphere, I advise you to include this playlist in the background.
Also, English is not my first language, so if you find grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out to me!
Enjoy these two sweeties💕
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The wide shirt's hem fluttered in the warm wind, three buttons at the top were casually undone, and the sleeves were carelessly rolled up to the elbows. Alex, covering his eyes, lay on a soft sun lounger under the shade of the terrace's arches of their small villa in Portofino, stretching out his long legs. His chest rose and fell slowly in sleep, while his hands rested relaxed on the armrests. Silken curls played with the gusts of breeze, but surrendering, they fell onto his face and tickled his nose, causing the man to unconsciously wrinkle it like a child.
Miles couldn't take his eyes off this literally biblical scene. "Taking Al away to the Italian Riviera for two weeks before the tour started was my best decision" the man thought smugly. Only God knew when they would be able to spend such peaceful time alone again, without rushing anywhere and hiding from anyone. And now, leaning against a marble column with his hands folded on his chest, Kane smiled until wrinkles formed around his eyes, unable to believe what he was witnessing. These sprawling palm trees in their backyard, the deafening trills of southern birds, the sweet sea air, and a serene tanned Alex in a milky linen suit, quietly dozing off after lunch - all of this was now accessible only to him, Miles, and he savored every second of this vacation that sometimes seemed surreal, like a calm before the storm. But he persistently pushed away such thoughts, continuing to revel in his own paradise.
They had already spent 10 days here, the first 3 of which they didn't venture beyond their plot on the hill, which offered a breathtaking view of the coast and emerald water. They were lingering in bed for a long time under the biting rays of the sun, plucking mandarins straight from the tree, and listening to vinyl records of Celentano on the veranda in the evenings, intertwining in each other's arms, merging and becoming the one. Then, finally realizing that missing the opportunity to stroll through such picturesque streets would be a crime, they started going out in town under the mountain after the sunset, when the heat subsided and the cicadas began their twilight concert. Every time they ordered a new pasta dish in local restaurants, hoping to try them all, but that was Italy...
In the mornings, they descend to the pebble beach, where Alex could lie for hours, reading books, while Miles were snorkeling in the Ligurian Sea, growing tired of waiting for his lover and retaliating by playfully splashing him with cool droplets. They would play in the water like teenagers, dunking each other or taking turns piggybacking. When the sun would started to scorch their skin, they would go to the local deli for ready-made lasagna with eggplant, always getting a few types of cannoli, new bottle of wine, olives and fruits. They would then retreat to their villa for the rest of the day, either playing the guitar, the only one they brought from their stuffy LA studio, or playing board games (for which Miles constantly called Alex "nonno," while he calmly continued to roll the dice), or falling asleep under the shade of the leafy trees right on the grass.
Miles hadn't laughed so often and so loudly, and more importantly, so genuinely, since their last joint tour. He felt an immense universal joy that was bursting from his chest, causing his cheeks to ache from the ever-present smile on his face. He felt alive next to the dearest and only person who truly understood him, which Alex had been for the past 17 years.
"How have we put up with each other for so long, Milo?" Turner laughed, finishing his glass of semi-sweet red wine.
And Kane replied seriously, capturing his alcohol-glistening gaze: "I no longer know how to live without you, Al."
And it was the absolute truth. They often had conversations like this, but Alex never actually put up with Miles, he did love him. He only put up with being apart from him. And it was always important for both of them to hear this small confession, like a spark of a cricket in the foliage, but a heart-wrenching one, even after a year, or 10, or 20 years of their relationship.
Relationship? Friendship, love, presence by each other's side, support, musical inspirations, passionate desires, care, hurt, forgiveness, kisses, hugs backstage and on stage, touches all over their bodies, eloquent glances, and ending with a single word proposals. That's what their relationship was. And if Miles were offered to never be a musician but to love Alex, he would still agree without any hint of hesitation, somewhere deep inside bitterly realizing that if Alex were faced with such a choice, he would have to think about it.
But at this moment, Miles didn't want to think about it at all, he only wanted to listen to his lover's steady breathing and bask in the fading sunlight with him. Miles walked around the column and silently sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. He lightly ran his hand over Turner's knee, not wanting to disturb, and then traced chiseled fingers slightly higher, along his thigh. However, even these gentle movements made Alex squirm, furrowing his brow and rolling over to the other side.
"Shh, sleep, my dear, I didn't mean to wake you," Miles whispered, soothingly continuing to stroke the man's leg.
"But I'm already awake," mumbled Alex sleepily, opening his eyes and immediately squinting in the bright light.
"What a shame," Kane sang mockingly, secretly delighted by this fact because he had missed Alex during the silence at their villa and mindless wandering through the rooms while he slept in the fresh air, "Will you move over?".
Alex squeezed himself into the corner of the lounge chair, making space as much as the single bed allowed. Miles approached him with a cunning smile, lying on his side, unable to fit his broad shoulders on the mattress even if he was alone, and invitingly opened his palms. Turner simply snorted and muttered something about a smug cat, pressing his back against Miles' contrasting cool chest compared to the scorching heat outside, covering man's hand that rested peacefully on his waist with his own, and intertwining their legs.
"So, you woke me up just to sleep together all cramped up? I don't want to anymore," Alex slowly stroked Miles' wrists, who closed his eyes in pleasure.
"Mmm, I just got bored being alone, you've been sleeping forever!"
"Mi, maybe an hour and a half at most," Turner said in a lecturing tone, turning slightly to give Kane a disapproving look.
"Well, I call that forever. Anyway, since you're already awake, let's think about our plans for the evening," Kane quickly changed the subject, kissing Alex's back of the neck, "I saw a poster for a local concert in the neighboring town. We can rent a scooter to get there, it's just a few kilometers away."
Alex burst out laughing at the last words, turning in his lover's embrace and almost touching noses with him.
"Oh, Kane, you don't even have a driver's license! And the fact that I rode 100 meters on it in a clip means nothing."
"We'll figure it out somehow, it can't be more difficult than tuning a guitar for the first time."
"Well, since I have such an experienced and confident driver, I can't deny myself the pleasure," Turner teased, pouting his lips and furrowing his brows like a college girl.
"Gosh, how cheap that sounds, Al. Those are second-rate tricks from middle school. Did I teach you to flirt like that?" Miles rolled his eyes, hiding a smile in the corners of his mouth.
"No, I think we just fucked right away," Alex retorted, immediately receiving a playful jab in the ribs, "Hey! Am I lying?"
"Do I need to remind you who first put his knee between my legs in the dressing room, huh?" Miles smirked, tucking Alex's overgrown locks behind his ear and stroking his slightly stubbled cheek. He looked angelically peaceful now, despite his unholy words.
"And do you regret it?" Seeing the silent denial, he continued, "Well, neither do I. So you don't need to teach me how to flirt, maestro. If we want to find a free scooter before sunset, we need to start getting ready. I was also planning to take a shower," Alex casually mentioned, slyly avoiding eye contact and running his hand suggestively along Miles' waist.
"Well, that's better already, at least the hints are subtler, but you've lost your touch. I'll have to remind you."
"Oi, you better do it indeed" Turner whispered in his ear. Honestly, he was amused at how they, two grown adults, were behaving as soon as intimacy was mentioned - it was like they were back in 10th grade of the school.
Once he calmed down, he reluctantly slipped out of the warm embrace and gracefully got up from the sun lounger, stretching and rising on tiptoes to better loosen his stiff limbs. Miles settled himself more comfortably, royally occupying the vacant spot and propping his head on his hand, watching Turner's toned body with a hungry gaze. He could do this for hours, knowing every mole, wrinkle, and scar.
"What are you looking at? Trying to find gray hairs?" Unable to withstand his scrutinizing eyes, the frontman softly spoke. Now he had his hands in the pockets, exposing his face to the sun and wind, which cautiously peeked onto the veranda through massive columns. Somewhere far below, the sound of the waves and children's laughter could be heard. Idyllic.
"It's too early for you to worry about that. I just can't get enough of looking at you. Clearly, this lifestyle suits you well, even though I fattened you up a bit, considering you were all skin and bones when you arrived."
"Afraid of breaking me?"
"I am," Miles admitted, not completely sure if he interpreted the question correctly. Turner smiled disarmingingly, the way he only smiled at him, leaned in, still keeping his hands in pockets, and planted a chaste kiss on the man's forehead before disappearing through the door.
"Catch up, or I'll manage without you," Alex said over the shoulder, fully aware that he wouldn't be able to handle anything without Miles. Not in life, not in the shower.
***
Comparing guitar tuning and riding a scooter turned out to be inappropriate, as Miles pointed out rather immodestly, getting behind the wheel, because the second one was elementary. During their short ride along the coast, Alex couldn't stop capturing breathtaking views with his vintage Canon. The peach-colored waves gently licked the shore, competing with each other for ownership of every stone on the beach, while the numerous bushes along the road swayed in the wind.
The neighboring town turned out to be Santa-Margherita-Ligure, welcoming the men with the warm glow of lights strung between each café and the loud Italian laughter that didn't quiet down until late at night. Leaving their mean of transport on the waterfront, they headed towards the main square, where light jazz melodies could already be heard. Ordinary chairs stood right on the historical cobblestones, occupying almost all the space, and a small mobile stage had been set up in the center, where musicians were tuning their instruments.
Taking seats in the corner of the front row, the men waited for the performance to begin.
"Have you forgotten what it's like to be on the other side of the stage?" Miles whispered, his lips almost touching Alex's ear.
"Sometimes I even prefer it here," Turner sadly smiled, "no obligations, masks, rehearsed lines, or unjustified expectations. You just exist in the music without thinking about how to reproduce it. I miss that."
Kane anxiously studied Alex's face from the side, trying to understand if he was speaking in a state of creative melancholy inspired by the upcoming concert or if he was simply revealing his deep pain that had burdened him all this time.
"Hey, I didn't mean to put you into existential ponderings. We can talk about it if it really bothers you, but not now. I purposely brought you here to relax and spend these last days with an empty mind, not to reflect on one careless question"
Miles didn't condemn him, but rather tried to hide his own anxiety behind a feigned admonition. He gently squeezed Alex's hand, caressing his knuckles with his thumb, and warmly smiled, knowing that this was the only support he could offer in public.
"Sorry-sorry-sorry," Alex babbled, running his hands forcefully over his face and organizing his thoughts, "forget about those words, we'll come back to it another time. You can hit me if I utter another sad-philosophical phrase that upsets you tonight."
Miles only laughed at that, patting his friend's knee, and, unable to resist, left an unnoticed kiss on his cheek, indicating that he would never fulfill his request in their lifetime.
Lost in conversations, they hadn't noticed that all the chairs had been taken and the band on stage was counting down seconds until the performance began, tightly gripping their bows in their hands. The increasingly suspenseful sound of the violin filled the entire square, eliciting sudden shivers from the audience and instantly isolating them from the rest of the world. Alex's full attention was now focused on the five people on stage, the sound that seemed to exist right in his head, and the melting night air. Rarely could he simply enjoy the melody without trying to dissect it into notes or analyze the lyrics.
Miles usually smoothed out the crease between his eyebrows that arose from such contemplation with a kiss, and he was ready to do it now, but as his gaze slid across the side of the face, he unexpectedly saw a serene smile on partially open lips. Turner leaned back in his chair, holding his hands between his thighs and slightly covering his eyes, which indicated his complete absence in our reality and his presence in his own, understood only by him and undoubtedly bringing him pleasure.
The concert lasted only an hour, not abundant in a wide repertoire. Towards the end, young men and women, children, and even racy grandmothers and grandfathers stood up from their seats to dance right in the square, laughing loudly at their clumsiness. Alex and Miles only watched this scene with warm smiles, tapping their feet rhythmically on the stone pavement, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. The clock on the tower, located on the western side of the square, as was customary in all ancient city planning laws, struck 10 o'clock exactly at the moment when the musicians, in the heat of the final chord, sharply raised their bows towards the pitch-black sky, ending the performance. The square drowned in applause and whistling, evoking familiar motives from men's careers.
The air intoxicated their heads, and not wanting to return back so early, they turned into the depths of the city. Turner continued to photograph the local architecture and Miles against its backdrop with mocking skill, not allowing the camera to hang peacefully on his chest for more than two minutes. And when tourists would disappear from their sight, Kane with the agility of a cheetah would press Alex against the nearest wall of another you-know-who-lived-in-this-house-you-lustful-bastard building, pulling him into a tempting kiss and, despite all protests about his indifference to history, smiled contentedly on his lips, feeling Alex pull him closer by the collar of his leopard-print shirt.
They would laugh drunkenly, without drinking a glass, immediately receiving Italian curses from open balconies in response. They would play tag on narrow streets, after which they breathed heavily, resting their elbows on thr knees and joking about their advanced age. They would eat mango ice cream, licking the sweet drips from each other's fingers, and would never stop thinking for a moment about how lucky they are to be loved here and now.
***
They returned to the villa at midnight, exhausted from their long walk, hastily discarding their sticky clothes as they collapsed onto the unmade bed. Alex, resting his chin on Miles' chest, looked at him with such devoted eyes that Miles' heart skipped a beat at the impossibility of resisting those bottomless depths. In the moonlight, his sharp features softened, Alex's fingers gently tracing along the line of his jaw, while a warm smile lingered beneath his closed eyelids, etching itself into Miles' memory with fiery strokes.
"Mi, are you asleep?" Alex asked in a barely audible voice, listening to the rhythm of Miles' heartbeat beneath his cheek.
"No," Miles replied just as softly, shifting slightly on the crisp sheets to find a more comfortable position.
"Do you remember what I told you today about not feeling freedom in music?" Alex continued, as if afraid to disturb his own thoughts, "well, I realized just now that I'm the one closing myself off from it. But you know when? When you're not here. I'm tired of pretending to be someone else without you, tired of feeling not myself without you. And today, there on the square, when you were holding my hand, it hit me that since we met, no one else has come this close to me. You were and still are the only person who truly knows me. Can you imagine?" His voice broke into a hoarse laughter that, truth be told, sounded hauntingly beautiful in the peaceful silence.
"No one really knows me except for you. And I've been afraid to show my true self to anyone but you. But today, for the first time in a long while, I was able to listen to music without thinking about anything else but your fingers on my hands. And I realized," he paused, unconsciously gripping Miles' shoulder tighter, "I realized that I can perform on stage, just thinking about your hands, and then I won't have to try to hide behind a fabricated image to entertain the audience. Damn it, at 36 years old, I've come to the realization that I can simply sing without pouring my own problems into the songs, but instead, just give people the sound. A sound that resonates in their minds, in their feet and hands, a sound that makes them feel alive. I can make at least one of their days truly happy, just like you make my life happy simply by being with me."
Throughout this entire time, Miles never removed his nimble fingers from Alex's head, combing through his hair and soothing him. He could listen to his voice forever, automatically arranging the words into lines for new songs. The sight of Alex — until it stole the air from his lungs, until it brought tears to his eyes, until his pulse faltered in his veins, until a volcano of warmth erupted in his chest. Until he feels alive again.
"Al, if you haven't realized in 20 years of performing what you do for the lives of everyone who attends your concerts, then I'm going to have to enlighten you now," Miles chuckled softly, continuing to massage his head, "everything you've done for the industry is your way of existing in this world. You don't know any other ways, and that's your strength, not weakness. Your music is literally you, it's not about trends or fan requests. It's about how you communicate with others. You have an incredible gift of conveying intangible values through your lyrics. I have no idea how the gears in your mind work, but damn it, you're exceptional. And I swear, anyone who has ever heard any of your songs has pondered the words, thought about what you wanted to say, and ultimately thought about themselves. Your music has meaning, it's not just a string of letters for the sake of rhyme. It's a dictionary of your life. And since the day we first met, I've been carefully studying all your meanings and embodiments, so my music is about you and for you. You are my only inspiration, and if all you need to write a new song is a notebook and an image in your mind, then all I need is you by my side."
Miles may have wanted to add something more, but unable to bear the weight of such declarations of love, Alex impatiently kissed him, exhaling loudly from the fulfillment of a desire that had been building throughout his entire speech. Kane, quickly finding another activity for his tongue besides talking, trailed it along Alex's lower lip, feeling every crack from the salty water.
Alex smiled like a child, whispering 'I lovelovelove you' into his man's lips, continuously running palms along his cheeks. They continued to gaze at each other for a long time, carrying on a quiet conversation interrupted by occasional kisses, shivers down the spine, and tearful thank yous for everything. Even the stars, cautiously peering through the open windows, blushed at their whispers under the thin blanket. Only with the first rays of sunlight, when words ran out and lips swelled from endless contact, men finally fall asleep in a tangle of intertwined arms and legs.
And if Alex were offered to never be a musician but to love Miles, he would without hesitation write a song about it. Because it would be meaningless to confront the person with a choice who made it 17 years ago.
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A/N: I sincerely want to believe that this is how everything really happened for them. All in all, these two deserve a happy ending. I will be incredibly happy if you leave feedback after reading! Everything that was born in my head would very much like to find a response in you💔🥺
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letshaveabreakdown · 8 months
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𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫
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❀ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐬𝐟 𝐗 𝐘𝐨𝐮
❀ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?
❀ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 𝟐.𝟖𝐊
❀ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤-𝐔𝐩, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥), 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❀ 𝐀/𝐍 - 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
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You can count on your hand the little amount of sleep you’ve had, your eyes struggling to stay open as you lazily apply concealer to your dark circles. You enjoyed spending time America, swanning through different states and collecting a few more photoshoots under your belt.
Modelling came to you quite naturally, your mother always send that you were perfectly photogenic. At the ripe age of 16, you were scouted at a football match. One of the photographers had taken a picture of you with your friends and it went viral. It wasn’t long until your London management team snatched you up.
That’s how you met your boyfriend Alex Turner. Freshly 21, your American management had hired you for a spread in the Rolling Stone. A photoshoot in the Arizonan desert with a British rockstar. With little to no information, you went ahead with it.
It was in the makeup trailer where you met him, Alex. Clips in his hair as the ladies applied some concealer to his face. You spent the session getting to know each other, after he asked you out for a drink. The rest is history. It was safe to say the British press had a field day, an age gap of 8 years, what could you possibly have in common?
A lot of people had things to say your family and friends, Alex’s family and friends. It took a while but they warmed up to it, when you became official in the October of 2015, they knew you meant something to Alex. It wasn’t just an attention thing. You had a real connection.
Although you enjoyed your time in the states, the journey back was always a nightmare. Hours on end of travelling and feeling like your eyes are going to crust over. You knew that your position was a privilege, that not everyone got to do what you do. But Jesus Christ, did it make you tired.
You found yourself in first class, make-up scattered around you as you tried to put yourself together. The turbulence wasn’t a good match with liquid eyeliner but you were determined to make it work. “Ladies and Gentleman, we will now begin our descent into London City Airport.” Your anxieties begin to flutter inside your stomach as you apply the finishing touches.
It’s the night of Alex’s album release with the rest of the Monkeys. Tranquillity Base Hotel & Casino. You knew Alex has been working hard, constantly writing down his ideas, chopping and changing them at the last minute. To say you were proud of him was an understatement, his dedication and determination is something that drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame.
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It’s dark out, nearing 11pm you should’ve been at the party a long time ago. You originally thought you wouldn’t be able to make it home in time, spending the majority of the last day and a half at the airport. Battling delays and minimal sleep, you finally reach London. After a quick thank you to the flight staff, you disembark the plane praying that your luggage actually came home with you.
After collecting your luggage, you began the quest to get home and get changed. Paparazzi flash their cameras as you wandered through the airport, ‘I wonder how this story will be spun tomorrow.’ You think to yourself as you drag your suitcase behind you.
The Uber ride was relatively short, your flat wasn’t that far from the airport or tonight’s party venue. Thank god. Resisting the urge to call it a night, you headed to your bedroom in search of an outfit. You knew you had clothes that you could wear but putting them into a cohesive outfit is a different challenge.
You rifled through your clothes for until you settled on a Corset from Mugler gifted from Thierry himself. Slipping into a simple pair of black leather trousers and a pair of classic Louboutin’s. You admire your reflection before grabbing your handbag and heading out of the door, as you walked out you thanked yourself for doing your makeup on the plane.
It’s almost midnight and the party is still full of people the monkeys and their team, other celebrities & journalists. It was exactly what you expected. Collecting a drink from the bar, you made your way around greeting people and making conversation.
Eventually you reached your boyfriend, stood in between Matt Helders and Miles Kane. His long brown hair swooped over his head with his beard on full display, something you weren’t particularly fond of. Alex’s aviator sunglasses and 70s style really had a hold on you. It made you feel a type of way, a way that you’d only express in front of a priest in confession.
Matt and Miles weren’t particularly keen on you at first, you were so much younger than Alex that they initially thought the worst. But as you and Alex progressed, they knew you were a good egg.
“Hello Darlin’ you alright.” Miles greets you in his scouse accent with a cheeky grin. Alex doesn’t say anything. “I’m good thank you sweetheart, just incredibly knackered.” You joke, taking a small sip of your champagne. “How have you been Helders?” You question, having not seen your friend for almost a month. “Busy busy bee.” He responds with a slur, you could tell he’d been hitting the booze.
Alex still hasn’t said anything. In all honesty, he’s barely paid attention to you. “You look good, Turner.” You flirt, hoping he’ll notice. “Thank you.” He responds bluntly, quite obviously intoxicated. He flashes you a small smile before excusing himself, continuing to mingle with the other guests.
“Have I done something wrong?” You question, starting to get upset. “Of course not.” Miles says, loosely wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Arkid’s just stressin. Been like it all night, he’ll warm up eventually.” He smiles softly, giving you a squeeze.
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The night continues on with the drinks still flowing, Alex has been off with you all night. Almost avoiding you like the plague. You believed Miles at first, Alex has always been a stresshead. Letting every fine detail get to him. But this was strange, he’d normally be on you like a rash.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself, you’d feel bad if you made an excuse and left but didn’t feel comfortable enough to stay. Alex continued to get more and more drunk, knocking back whiskey like it’s water. As people started to filter out, you decided to try to speak to him.
“Alex, baby, please talk me.” You practically beg. “Talk “t ya?” He snaps loudly. Everything seems to go quiet. All the attention turns to you and you hate it. “I have been stressin to get this album together and where were you?” He points his finger accusingly. “Runnin’ about America, takin’ pictures for some bullshit magazines.” Ouch.
You stand astonished not really sure what to say. Tears trickle from your eyes as Matt steps in, “Al, you need to calm down mate.” You and Matt have always been close, he felt the need to protect you. Sometimes the pressure would get to Alex and he’d have the occasional outburst, but this was his biggest yet.
“Ere comes Matt t’ save the day.” Alex says sarcastically, rolling his eyes back into his head. “You come waltzin’ in ere thinking am just gonna drop everything and run to ya.” Anger dripped from every word. You didn’t know this person. He looked like your Alex and sounded like him too but this was a completely different side.
“I’ve been workin’ hard and you come in here saying how tired you are!” All you could do was cry. Nothing left your lips. You were just in complete shock. “Hours spent writing an album and you can’t even show up on time.” That was it, you lost it. “Are you taking the fucking piss?” You yell.
You could tell he was shocked, you never really lost your temper but Alex definitely knew that you had one. You’d lost it and everyone else was going to be a witness. “I’ve been awake for almost 3 whole fucking days! How fucking dare you! And to belittle my job, that’s a new low even for you Alex.” The tension in the room gets thicker, it’s basically silent besides the sound of you both yelling.
“Job? What fuckin’ job? You look pretteh and people tek pictures of you. Anyone could do it.” Alex isn’t completely wrong. It’s not a particularly laborious job but It can come with a lot of unnecessary stress. Long work hours, constantly having your body and weight criticised and the impact it has on your mental health, etc. “Alex mate, time to pack it in now.” Miles announces angrily, looking pissed on your part. “It’s the same job I’ve had since we’ve met and been together, why now is it a problem?” You question wanting to know the truth.
“Because it’s not a fuckin’ real one. I work hard for my success. You don’t.” Holy shit. He actually said it, has been his thoughts the entire time. Almost 3 years of secrets and lying. Everyone stand’s astonished, eyes wide and slack-jawed. “If that’s how you feel then maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore.” You respond bluntly, mascara and eyeliner smeared across your cheeks.
“Yeah, maybeh yur right.” Alex slurs. You grab your handbag and disappear out the door, shouts and screams echo from behind you as you crumble onto the pavement. Tears spilling down your cheeks like someone has turnt on a tap. You struggle to catch a breath as you continue to sob until someone picks you up, it’s Matt. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He says sympathetically.
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The walk home was silent, Matt knew exactly where you lived as he’d visited many times before. You and Alex hadn’t decided to move in together, you wanted to wait for the right time in your schedules before you took the jump. It’s safe to say at this moment you are very happy that time didn’t come.
“You look cold.” Matt smiles softly, sliding off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You mutter a small thank you but continue to stare ahead. The tears have eventually stopped but you just feel numb, has your entire relationship been a lie? You think to yourself. Your brain starts going around in circles and you find yourself crying again.
Your keys rattle in the lock as Matt unlocks your front door, the pair of you wander inside and Matt heads straight to the kitchen. Pouring you a glass of wine. “I know you probleh’ don’t want t’ see anymore alcohol but you need to calm yourself down.” He reaches out handing you a glass of Rosé.
Taking a swig, you settle down on the sofa and Matt plops himself down next to you, a beer in hand that he pinched from the fridge. “Silly question but how do’ya feel?” He questions popping open the cap and taking a sip. “Brilliant.” You respond sarcastically, laying your head back.
“Thought you might.” He jokes with a small smile. The two of you sit in silence until you decide to speak again, “Thank you for walking me home, I still can’t believe it happened.” You chuckle out of shock. “You’re welcome, didn’t want ya walkin’ home in a state. Everythin’ will work out eventually. Promise ya.” Matt flashes you a smile but you can’t say you feel very reassured.
As if the sandman himself had bashed you round the head, you decided it was probably time to get some sleep. “Are you sure yur gonna be alright?” Matt questions, not really sure if he should leave you alone. “I should be, you know where everything is if you decide to stay. Just don’t rob me in my sleep.” You joke making him chuckle.
“U’ve got it chief.” Matt salutes you as you lock the front door. Retreating back to your bedroom, you peel your clothes off and slip into a T-shirt that doesn’t smell like Alex. You unlock your phone, noticing the already growing collection of texts and missed calls from the man himself.
Ignoring them all, you go to the contact labelled ‘H x’ and type out a message. “Im finally in my own bed and i think I’m single. Matts sleeping here to make sure I don’t top myself. Incredibly exhausted, gonna snooze. Hope your night went better than mine.” You hit send and leave your phone on the dresser, desperately in need of some decent sleep.
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Ring. Ring. Ring.
You are awoken to the sound of your doorbell being pressed relentlessly, you let out a sigh and slip out of bed. Bare feet padding against the bare wooden floor as you wander to the door. “You look like shit.” A familiar voice says bluntly.
“That’s not very Treat People With Kindness of you, Mr Styles.” You respond sarcastically, making enough room for Harry to step inside. A pair of Gucci sunglasses on and a collection of various bags. He was in full “incognito” mode.
You’ve been best friends with Harry since you were 16, you’d met at a fashion show at the very beginning of your careers. It felt like fate that you met, both in the same sort of circles and navigating your new found fame together. You grew close really quickly. Basically being joined at the hip.
You’d spend birthdays, christmases, Easter and other holidays together. You were basically apart of the family, spending time in Cheshire with Anne and Robin. Hanging out with Gemma when she wasn’t busy with life. Your family loved him too, especially your Nan. She always greeted him with a big kiss to the cheek, littering him with her signature pink lipstick.
Cup of teas in hand, you both crawl under your duvet and divulge the full story. Not missing any detail, regardless of how painful. “What a fucking prick.” Harry states bluntly, sipping at his tea. “If I could get ahold of him I’d do some damage.” You let out a small chuckle, you knew Harry like the back of your hand.
He’s never been the type to get involved in a physical fight, he much preferred talking things out. “I don’t know where he gets off.” He shrugs next to you. “But I can’t say I’m surprised.” Harry and Alex didn’t particularly like each other, they are polar opposites. In truth, when you announced to Harry that you were dating Alex, he was shocked. Gobsmacked even.
But Harry could see how much you love him and decided to play nice or much less, tolerate him. “I don’t think Treat People With Kindness can have exceptions.” You chuckle, feeling the tears threatening to fall again. “I don’t think my fans would mind that much. They’d understand.” Harry jokes.
“I’m just completely heartbroken.” You murmur as tears spill down your cheeks again. Harry lets out a sigh as he places his mug down, pulling you into his side and squeezing you tightly.
It wasn’t uncommon for you and Harry to be like this, in all fairness, Anne has a vast collection of pictures of you both cuddling or asleep next to each other. On the odd occasion, she’s posted pictures of you both or with Gemma. Accompanied with the captions, “My sleeping babes ❤️.” Or your personal favourite. “I love having a full house 🥰.”
“We should go away.” Harry suggests with a smile, pulling out his phone and looking up suggestions. “I can’t, I’ve got some fittings I need to do in Italy.” You sigh, wiping away the tears on your sleeve. “Then we’ll stay in Italy, I have some shows I need to perform anyway. We’ll have a road trip.” Harry smiles widely, hoping you’ll say yes.
“Fine but I can’t promise I won’t cry.”
“Don’t worry, we can do it together.”
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You didn’t know where your relationship with Alex stood but he did continually blow up your phone. More frequently around the early hours when he was drunk or high. You spent the first couple weeks crying and feeling sorry for yourself but eventually Harry managed to cheer you up a little.
Occasionally Matt would text you, checking in and seeing what you were up to. You were almost certain that it was all being fed back to Alex but he’d never say that. Matt didn’t try to get you to talk to him and you were grateful for that, you just needed time to reflect.
Fortunately for you, nothing managed to spill to the press. The Monkeys PR team were always quick like that, catching a story before it snowballed continuously. Alex enjoyed his privacy and so did you, at least that was something you agreed on.
As your Italian tour was slowly coming to an end, you found yourself daydreaming about what happens when you get home. Where did you stand? Could you fix anything or would you even want to? The only thing you knew was that you had amazing friends around you and sometimes, Harry Styles can sing badly. Especially if tequila is involved.
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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝? 𝐍𝐨. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞? 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 & 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 - 𝐄𝐦 ♥
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photography by Sam Haskins
Gill, an art student from Johannesburg
taken in 1962
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goldenchains · 7 months
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Cant wait to read your miles fic!! Not enough people write for him and I love him so much :))))
thank you so much love! ngl, i severely underestimated how long it would take me to get back into writing so i've currently got a start on three different miles fics.
as a thank you for patiently waiting, here's a preview of everything miles related that i'm writing at the moment. and yes, all of the working titles are based off of song titles hehe:
sweet ; 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 , 𓆩☾𓆪 (anon request + one shot) — miles kane x female reader | their wedding day (and the day of the proposal).
leadlight ; 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 , 𓆩☾𓆪 (one shot) — miles kane x alex turner | a slow, rainy day together as a couple.
happy ending ; 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 , 𓆩☾𓆪 (anon request + one shot to be later included into a series) — miles kane x female reader | based on a dream i had with miles, shopping together for their new home.
aaand i have two other fic requests in my inbox! another miles kane x reader (involving children and/or dogs) that i cannot wait for, and a super detailed alex turner x singer! reader that i'm definitely tempted to turn into a series. do you remember me? is on a bit of a hold, because i really want to figure out the plot rather than write as i go cos that series is definitely a labor of love. anyways, thank you so much lovelies!
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racing-stripes · 1 month
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any alex-speak experts know what his part is in the verses of bad habits? ive tried to figure it out so many times and google is not helpful
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sonicshimmertrap · 3 months
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505 feat Miles Kane 🪩 2023-10-19 Arctic Monkeys, 3Arena, Dublin
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captainwans · 2 months
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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ▎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐪!
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𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄
summary: while she didn’t care about the distance between them, alex couldn’t help but feel responsible for her exhaustion from traveling this far, especially when the distance was longer.
𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 (part one)
summary: the charming old pub in sheffield exceeded all expectations with its fantastic vibe, music, and people—especially the captivating long-haired musician who stole her heart with his singing.
𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 (part two)
summary: following a brief and hurried exchange between the pair, she returned to the old pub in hopes of seeing him once more.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
summary: with their seventh album nearing around the corner, alex found himself drowning with doubt and perfectionism. luckily, his muse was there to cease some of his doubts.
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DRABBLES
𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . .
𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊
SOCIAL MEDIA AU
𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐑𝐀! (pt. i.)
𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐑𝐀! (pt. ii.)
𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐑𝐀!
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musicandotherstuff · 1 year
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Jo Whiley with the Arctic Monkeys and Last Shadow Puppets through the years
Tonight interview with Alex and Matt at 8pm on BBC Sounds
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cats-and-cacti · 5 months
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Do you think Miles Kane and Alex Turner ever explored each others bodies
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keepthefrank · 1 year
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the last shadow puppets the meeting place/cameron where are you/moonage daydream mash up you will always be famous
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