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malina-33 · 9 months

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Femme like you - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

Word count: 3,1k

Warning: age gap

A/N: Hi, you all!!! I'm so thrilled and excited to do this kind of stuff, but it feels like I'm making my dream come true. This series won't be very long even though I have an eye-watering number of moments I want to release in this fic, but English isn't my first language and it's pretty tough to write in it (so if you find any mistakes don't be afraid to text me and correct). I spent a lot of time to write this small opening chapter, that’s why following parts won't appear regularly, but I promise to uptade them every 2-3 weeks! They will definitely be longer that the opener😉

I read a lot of works with Alex, 'cause my addiction doesn't seem to disappear, so this idea just popped in my head and I couldn't resist. Never thought that I would be an author, not a reader in Tumblr, but voila - here I am. I really expect you to love it❤️

And yes, I know that their current tour manager is Steven Champan, but for the story I changed it slightly, hope you won't mind :)

“James, seriously?” Alex looked away in bewilderment from the bottle of Hennessy to Ford.

“More than you can imagine” producer chuckled. “I will be with my family in Scotland, I haven’t seen them in a while, and she will replace me for the UK and European parts only, it’s about one and a half months”.

Turner looked him up and down with a displeased look, still sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hands “That’s ridiculous. She has never worked with us! She will break into all our well-established processes, not knowing the specifics of the work and will only interfere. We'll make it on our own, not the first time, man, huh?” Alex decided to soften his tone a little to appease his friend and cutely knitted his eyebrows.

“Al, you are being childish. C’mon, we have already agreed on everything, she is a good specialist, don't let yourself be deceived by her appearance” Ford threw a jacket over his shoulders, silently saying that the conversation is over.

“Just because she's your friend's daughter doesn't mean she's good!” The singer spat out the last argument hoping to reach out to the conscience of their producer.

“Give her a chance, you won't be disappointed” James said mysteriously, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving the disgruntled frontman alone with his obsessive thoughts.

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You sat in your car in the parking lot in front of the Domino Records headquarters, nervously clutching a Starbucks cup. There were still 20 minutes before the meeting, but you arrived early. All the documents had already been signed, the agreements had been discussed, but the most thrilling moment remained - the meeting with the group itself and the technical crew.

When James Ford, your father's old friend from university and at the same time music producer for Arctic Monkeys, called you several weeks ago with an unusual request, you simply didn't have a chance to refuse. You've been dreaming of working in this industry since 16, especially since you adored this group and were at their concerts six times. Being their manager for one part of the 7th album tour sounded like a fantasy, but here you are, sitting in front of their label building, where you have a meeting with the musicians. If you caught the lucky girl syndrome, then you definitely didn’t want to let it go. At least not now.

From the trance into which you plunged by shaking coffee in the cup, you were brought out by the deafening creak of tires on asphalt. You immediately snapped out and looked in the rearview mirror. An elegant Cadillac whistled and stopped 3 parking lots away from you just passing the dividing line.

You weren't stupid not to realize whose car it was. The passenger got out, slamming the door sharply. He was wearing a beige trousers and matching jacket with black vest underneath, translucent red aviators were on despite a cloudy day. Paying no attention to your car and not even bothering to close his, a man quickly walked inside the building.

You followed the door closed behind Alex Turner itself with a blank look, finished your coffee in one gulp and also got out of the car, taking your purse from the passenger seat. Having heard about his "punctuality", you assumed that everyone else had already arrived, so you walked to the building as well. "There's no point in delaying this moment, let's start early" you bravely told yourself.

The studio in southwest London wasn't as big as you expected it to be. The guard pointed you to room 14, saying that you were already awaited. Inside, the bright corridors were hung with rare photographs, including images of early Monkeys' concerts. You smiled slightly as you looked at the photos of four young people laughing with their hands in their pockets. "Nice time" you thought.

You didn't really understand why you were so inflamed. You are all adults, lads have been warned about the change in management in advance so it won’t be a surprise for them, what could be the problem? You had enough work experience to know what to do, you were excellently good-looking and successful, then why did your palms sweat? Immersed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that you had reached the end of the corridor and stopped at the half-open door, from behind which quiet voices could be heard.

“Oi, she better buy me a bottle of beer on the way, my head hurts after yesterday. Why did I come so early, gosh?”

“It's been 5 minutes since you've been here, and you've already blown my mind’’. Seemed that it was Matt.

"I prefer to come sober to meetings scheduled in advance, but for the future I will keep in mind to see you no earlier than Tuesday, Mr. Turner”. Maybe it wasn’t the best greeting phrase, but you just couldn't resist. When you entered the room with these words, 7 surprised pairs of eyes met your figure. Alex, Matt and Nick were sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room, Jamie was pouring water into a glass at a side table, Steven was sitting in a chair talking to Ben, who was reclining on the arm of this chair, behind them was a man whose name you didn’t know.

"I'm sorry," you quickly became embarrassed, realizing how inappropriate those words sounded. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, but was quickly interrupted by the awkward coughing of that same unfamiliar man. "Um guys, this is your new tour manager for these two months, Y/N Y/S" He said softly enough, stepping out from behind the chair and holding out his hand for you. "I'm Marcus, James' assistant, the rest you should know".

"Yeah, right, he told me about you, I'm very glad to meet you," and carefully shifting your gaze to the others you added "everyone".

You stood in your knee-length leather boots, denim shorts and an oversized cream-colored jacket not knowing what to do with the burning eyes on your persona.

"Actually, I brought a homemade cider as an ice-breaker, it's in my trunk, so after the official part of the meeting we can try it. Not beer, but still tasty," you said with an apologetic smile, trying your last attempt to ease the conversation. The room froze in silence once again, and in this moment Matt laughed out loud, slapping his knee and throwing head back on the headboard. Jamie and Nick joined him, smiling broadly, while Ben, Steven, and Marcus chuckled hoarsely as they looked at each other. Only Alex remained frowning as he continued to scan your figure.

"I like her already! Great move, miss Y/S" Matt said, obviously being amazed.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat down in the chair Marcus offered you. He was noticeably younger than the others, near your age, which immediately made you sympathize with him.

"Well, when we finally got to know each other, let's get down to business. As you all know James is on an unscheduled vacation due to family circumstances. Hence we are going to work with Miss Y/S in UK and Europe festivals, while I will assist her. I know that Y/N discussed with James all the main points about dates, places and stuff, but now we have to delve into details of the organization process itself. Ben and I will explain the tech part and the lads will share their preferences" Steven began the discussion by leaning a little closer to the center of your improvised circle. He seemed to be a very wise and at the same time charismatic man. Attractive, but platonically.

“Sorry, may I interrupt before we start” It sounded more like a statement from Alex. “How old are you, once again?"

"I'm 27, Mr. Turner. And let's make it clear, since this still raises questions. Yes, I'm quite young relative to you and indeed a stranger to your team. But I've known James for a long time, as well as your work, whose main fan I have been since 18. I have been in show business for 7 years now and worked with Maneskin at the very beginning of their career. It’s not difficult for me to provide my CV if necessary, but I’m here because I sincerely want to help my father's friend and ensure that you have the most comfortable atmosphere during your stay in Europe. I have an idea what it's like to be on tour for a year, I understand how tired you are, and that you need conditions for rest and creation. So I'll let you do your job without the interference and you’ll give me freedom to do my work properly, I'm sure we both do it very well, especially since you are not the only one, Mr. Turner, who can make a show out of nothing”. At these words the drummer whistled, turning to the gloomy vocalist, but you continued “I’m really extremely happy to be a part of Arctic Monkeys team, for me this is a great opportunity to test myself and work with such big people like you. So I don't see any problems in our interaction, taking into account that I'm here temporarily.

You glanced at the men with a soft, but tenacious look, catching your breath “Didn't seem to miss anything at this point, deal?”

Steven was the first to answer, smiling paternally at you and accepting your little speech. You also noticed that Turner shook his head, but smirked to himself, which relaxed your muscles a bit. If you didn't get along from the first sentence, then at least you can establish a normal business relationship. You understood that the nature of a rock star is unpredictable, following the development of the group and the change in the image of the frontman for many years, but you couldn't imagine that he would talk so irritably to new people. Yes, he certainly behaved ugly, but you also started the dialogue with a caustic comment. Apparently, you deserve each other.

After the temperature in the room dropped and everyone took a more relaxed posture, you began to discuss current tasks. Your first gig will be in Bristol on May 29th, so you have two weeks to get ready. In fact, everything has already been done even before the start of the whole tour. Now your duty is only to coordinate the setlists with the guys for each performance, to make sure that all agreements with venues are fulfilled, the rider is completed, the equipment is working properly, the buses are ordered, the hotels have confirmed the reservation, and the whole team has arrived safe and sound. Okay, maybe it's not so little, but you're ready for any challenge. This is your passion after all.

You will ride in a separate minivan with the management team, and not with the guys, which in general wasn’t a big surprise for you, but in hotels you will be provided with a separate room, unlike the rest of the staff, who live in double suits. You didn't know what caused such generosity, but you were pleased anyway. You talked for about an hour, agreeing to meet again at the sound check in a week, and then only before leaving for Bristol. During this time you will have to study all the venues, call the transport company and confirm the details of the trips.

Your meeting ended on a positive note, the guys were asking you about your life, your education and hobbies, you said that you had been dancing professionally for many years and even took up drumming at the university, to which Matt happily promised to give you lessons, triumphant that he finally met someone who doesn't play the guitar, but the drums.

“Be careful, Matthew, if it turns out that she is more talented than you, we’ll replace you without any hesitation. She looks better” Nick joked and immediately got the middle finger in response from the drummer. Even Alex genuinely smiled, looking back at the friend.

"Oh, don't worry, it's unlikely. But as for the cider I wasn't joking, at least I'm definitely good at that"

"Wait, did you make it yourself?" surprised Ben.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs of London and have my own small garden, I make cider for friends during the season"

"You know what, I'm already tired of this stuffy room, you say it's in your trunk?" Matt, confirming his status as the most talkative member of the group, stood up impatiently, stretching his stiff limbs.

"Yes, let's go and give it a try" you said, also getting up from your chair. “Who is with us?” you raised an eyebrow in question and the answer was six men who rose to their feet.

"Definitely need a smoke” murmured Alex in addition, patting his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Damn, where did James find her?” you heard Jamie's question addressed to Steven as you left the room with Matt and couldn’t hold back a short, but self-satisfied smirk. "That's not the last ace in the hole, Jamie" flashed through your head.

"I'm asking the same question" but instead of Champan, the voice was given by Alex.

"Al, will you calm down today or not? Did yesterday's booze give you such a headache?" Cook hissed almost angrily.

But you didn’t hear the answer, moving away along the corridor to the exit.

***

When all the lads came out from the studio, you and Matt had already taken a wooden case with 12 bottles of cider out of the trunk of your white Range Rover and put it on the hood. Coming closer, Alex threw a jacket over his shoulders and took out cigarettes, offering you one.

"I don't smoke, thanks," you replied calmly. He arched an eyebrow in surprise and took a pipe of tobacco between his lips. “You better start, darling” He took a quick puff, blowing smoke in your face, and looked intently from under his eyelashes. Despite the sweet name, from his lips it sounded somehow humiliating. You didn't answer, turning around and taking one of the bottles, silently passing it to him. He thanked you, and you gave each man a bottle as well. "For the new leg of the tour! Cheers!" Steven exclaimed, raising the bottle in the air and you all clinked glasses together.

The eight of you stood in the parking lot next to your car. You and Marcus leaned on the hood, Chapman nestled next to your right, and the guys were in front of you. You stayed in pleasant silence, interrupted by the chirping of birds from a nearby square and breezes of the wind that swayed your styling. Satisfied sigh followed by Marcus and Jamie, which made you laugh cutely.

"Enjoy?" you asked playfully, taking a sip.

"Y/N, that's amazing! I’ve never thought our team would feel so acutely short of a personal alcohol supplier" Jamie savored the taste, taking small sips.

"It's only 6% alcohol, I brought this one on purpose, knowing that you will most likely be driving. But there is also 12% sort in my basement, so in case of anything, you know where to find me"

"Actually not, but for the sake of such a case, we will definitely get your address from James" Nick answered cheerfully.

You spent 20 more minutes talking about the process of making an apple brew and sharing your alcohol tastes. “What a topic to discuss” you hummed to yourself. Eventually you gave Ben, Marcus, Jamie, and Matt one more bottle, promising to bring more of 12% sort to the concert, and you were about to leave when suddenly your phone rang. A dark and mystical tune played from the back pocket of your shorts.

"Woah, that’s pretty old one" Alex said with unexpected liveliness.

"One of my favorites from yours" you replied quickly, pulling out the device. It was James. You decided to call him back when you would be alone, so you dropped the call, texting him that you would call back later.

"Hey Al, we haven't played it in a while. What do you think, mate?" Matt asked conspiratorially, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder.

"We’ll see, I think it's possible. NME will especially rejoice at this, still considering it insanely vulgar" the singer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Turner? Whose propeller is it then?" you grinned as you took an empty box and returned it to the trunk of the jeep.

"Miss Y/S, don't make me doubt your foresight as well" to your surprise, he came over to help you close the tailgate. You dusted your hands and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, being locked between the car and the frontman. You could literally see wrinkles around his eyes and cider-wet lips that now were gently stirring.

"Who called?" the man asked more quietly than usual. "Uh, James, I think I should call him as soon as possible"

"Yeah, most likely" Turner reluctantly backed away from you, letting you through, and you walked to the driver's door.

"Well, guys, I was very glad to see you, I'm sure fruitful work awaits us!" you smiled reassuringly, swaying from heel to toe from jitters and excitement from upcoming events.

"See you in a bit, Miss Y/S, I will send you all our numbers and other necessary contacts tonight. Sleep enough these days, you will soon miss it" Steven winked and extended his hand to you for a handshake, so you answered him willingly.

“Goodbye, guys, see ya!” you only waved at other lads as you climbed onto the running board and sat inside the car. The Rover started with a pleasant growl, vibrating under your hands. You drove off, leaving the men in the parking lot, but noticing one fixed look of chocolate eyes in the rearview mirror. You attributed the recognition of the color of his eyes to a million views of concert photos on the Internet, but not to those few seconds near the trunk when you smelled his cigarette breath on your face.

That will be a roller-coaster indeed

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A/N: Please, let me know what do you think about this duo, what are you expecting from them, what do you want to read in the next chapter? Let's get to know each other better in comments - how long are you in fandom, what are your favorite type of fics and etc? Your feedback is my force to write, love you and stay tuned - a big adventure is going to happen 🤭❣️

I also publish the work on AO3:

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #am7 tour #the car #the car era #am7 era #matt helders #miles kane #jamie cook #nick o malley #alex turner fanfiction #femme like you fanfic

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joshus-lobster · 7 months

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Attention RPF AM/TLSP/MK/Milex fandom

It seems we have all been getting anons as of late that have been seeding discontent and discourse in our pleasant little fandom.

Do Not Engage

There is no point to engage with these sorts of asks, I have been getting a bunch as well, it seems to me that twitter wants to bring the discourse to us, I could be wrong of course, but we cannot engage with these sorts of inflammatory asks if we want to keep our peaceful little deranged atmosphere.

Consider any sort of ask that’s vibes are even the slightest bit off as spam until this all calms down. Its some sort of “psyop” lmao

Anyway! Please spread this post with your own little helpful tips on how to avoid this sort of… vitriol.

Peace and Love!!!

#arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #Miles Kane #milex #alex turner #matt helders #jamie cook #nick o'malley #and whatever the tag for matt x alex is you guys are included too #and you reader x alex people too but if i tag that i will no longer be able to read this post

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Alex Turner - Masterlist

Not a fanfic - Drabble and fluff

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Momentary Synergy - smut

PART 1

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Chroma - series; angst, fluff & smut

Introduction

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Simulation Cartridge - fluff and smut

PART 1 | PART 2

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sundry-whovengerslocked · 5 months

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guys I'm crying this website is the best crackship generator

just put in a bunch of characters from your favorite fandoms and watch the chaos unfold

(my favorite is the one where Catwoman recognized Batman sneaking up on her because he was wearing high heels)

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sstar-ggirl · 2 months

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Someone please write me a miles Kane fic I’ll give u a kiss on the lips 🥰🩷

#PLEASR PLEASE PLRASE I NEED MILES KANE WRITERS #I love miles so much and no one writes for him it’s driving me crazy bc that man so sexy #literally he deserves all the kisses and hugs #miles kane #miles kane x reader #marscore #i love him #alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys #if you can’t tell #I love miles Kane #I need bro desperately lowk #unfortunately i love him #and I will keep bothering yall untill someone drops an MK fic #in the mean time HOP TO IT RIGHT NOW

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depressedraisin · 2 months

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my ideal introduction to miles kane pack i sometimes send to friends is just dealer, the used to be my girl vid from oyafestivalen 2016, don't let it get you down mv and that one pic of miles with lisa from blackpink

#i think ill add the “in a shower in paris x” pics to it now #what would you put in an intro to miles kane pack

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humbuginmybones · 27 days

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Second chapter of 𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓹 𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼...!

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮: "𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓻..."

January 2013

Surprisingly, Sheffield wasn't that rainy tonight. One day of a break, which was great. Tonight, the local pub would be packed, and it would be a little party - The owner's birthday or summat. Not that it was entirely a huge deal... It would just be a nice social event, offering free drinks... Pizza and cookies. Great way to spend a night like this.

There were many pros and cons to being single. For one, it gave you the chance to focus on yourself, which was so important - Being a young adult was far from easy, but choosing to focus on yourself, and make solid choices and friendships. But hey, maybe you could dip into the dating pool again?

Shrugging, you paused the music playing on your phone, the album Born To Die by Lana Del Rey. You entered the bar, lights flashing and the noises loud. The air smelt like fried food and ale. The door opened again behind you, and you quickly cleared out of the way for someone else to come in. You took a deep breath, careful to not get overwhelmed. You sat down at a booth, and opened Tumblr as you waited for the lines for free food and drinks to clear up a bit.

Across the bar, a group of four men we're just trying to enjoy a night in their home city, and wanting to take a deep breath, take a night off. Be normal, almost, for a second.

The four men were in a band:

Arctic Monkeys.

Alex Turner was just trying to enjoy a night in his home city, Sheffield. After spending nights awake trying to write new music, and not think about his heartbreak, not think about... Much of anything.

He slammed down a shot, and laughed at a stupid dirty joke his best friend, Matt Helders, the drummer of the band made.

The bar was far from ornate, but it was home-y, which is exactly what the band needed. They sat at a booth in a clandestine corner. Jamie Cook, guitarist for the band had ordered a glass of Scotch, and Nick O'Malley, the bassist, was slowly sipping away at a Guinness. Matt was drinking an IPA, and Alex was slamming down shots of vodka.

"What shot was that, mate?" Nick inquired.

"Doesn't matter." Alex muttered.

Alex's eyes couldn't help but flicker around the room - The walls stained with sweat, the lights on the floors, the girls having a good time, the patrons, generally. Alex couldn't help but people-watch. The blushing, the shrugs, the couples, the snapping pictures, the romance in the air...

Finally, the lines had calmed down, and you trapped your free drink, and scooped up some pizza and a cookie or two. Putting aviator sunglasses on top of your head, and soon adjusting your lipstick... Lipstick that looked like a cigarette, how sly. You threw away your empty plate and adjusted your leather jacket collar, the black piece one of your favorites from your closet. A person you vaguely knew came up to you, smiling, and making surface-level jokes, which you feigned laughter at.

After another shot, Alex started listening closer to the music playing in the bar and tuning out his friends. Lots of loud music that some couples were dancing too - He supposed if it was a party, they'd want to play anthems for such an event, cultural mainstays for fast times. But no slow songs to approach anyone. Not that he cared. Romance had been rough ever since the last album he wrote, glimmers of hope turning to dust. Meaningless hookups or people coming after him for his fame. His friends had reached out, but... In a lot of ways, he found getting high and drunk easier. He thought he had found the love of his life... And he didn't want to think about that. And besides, smoking cigarettes and drinking pricey alcohol was good for his image.

Your eyes were glazing over. The nice thing about Sheffield was that most people were quite sweet. And you didn't mind. Whilst you longed for deep connection, it wasn't like the person you were talking to was an awful piece of shit. They complimented your unique style, and the makeup that you clearly put effort into. They made some jokes, but it was difficult for you to register such things - Social cues weren't your strongest suit. You would laugh at imaginary jokes, and thank God the other person - Some 20-something white lady that you already forgot the name of - was a few drinks deep. Or else you'd be more self-conscious.

And that's not what parties are for.

Alex took out a cigarette and lit it, his friends following suit. His eyes flicked over, until his eyes caught something in their visage.

You.

Does one believe in fate? Alex couldn't help but ask himself. The girl that he once saw a glimmer of in a crowd of a show, so beautiful that he wrote not one, but two songs about, here, in this bar. Right when he needed her. He was trying to get drunk and high, yet this young woman swept in.

He didn't even know your name, but he was so deeply entranced and felt a deep internal connection to you.

As your eyes continued to glaze over as the nice lady introduced you to some of her friends, which were a nice group to talk to for tonight, and '22' by Taylor Swift came in the speakers. Yeah - The bar was loud, but you'd recognize that beat anywhere. Excusing yourself, you walked over to a dirty dancefloor that other couples were dancing on. You started dancing on your own, even singing. And it didn't matter if they judged you - This town would be a different town tomorrow, and no one would care.

"You look like bad news, I gotta have you, I gotta have you!"

You boldly sang along, and after spinning around, your eyes met with someone.

Alex Turner.

"You don't know about me, but I'll bet you want to!"

Alex couldn't help but look you in the eyes - It was like your eyes were inviting him to come over and talk. Or was he projecting? He couldn't help but take in your gorgeous form... Your radiant smile, the leather jacket with the collar popped like an antenna, and the sunglasses atop your head... You were, in fact - That same girl. A piece of his heart had been stolen by you, and he wanted you to take more...

You saw your idol, and locked eyes with him! You kept contemplating if you would go up to him, going back and forth in your mind on if you should go up and talk to him. He then turned his head and sat back down at his booth with his bandmates. Wow, the whole band was here!

But... You were too nice a person. You didn't want to disturb this man... Didn't want to approach someone who was probably just trying to have a chill night, probably not needing some half-drunk coming up and begging for an autograph. Glancing at the clock, you excited the bar into the cold bite of water and wind that hit your face.

Alex turned back to the dancefloor, and saw your were already gone... His heart couldn't help but sink slightly. Were you just a figment of his imagination at this point? The alcohol and desperation were getting to him, which was far from a good combo.

He sighed, and told himself that if he saw you again, nothing would stop him from talking to you. Taking yet another deep breath, he started writing his drunken ramblings onto a small napkin, until something that looked like a lyric started to form.

"So you're on the prowl wonderin' whether she left already or not..."

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anya-anya002 · 5 months

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ＴｈｅＬａｎｄｌｏｒｄＳｐｅｃｉａｌ

(ꜱᴜᴍʙᴀɢ ʟᴀɴᴅʟᴏʀᴅ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴋᴀɴᴇ x ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴜᴛʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: it's the first of the month…

(I did write this for my bestie so….ily bookie<3)

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: mean-ish dom! Miles, power dynamics, landlord x renter relationship (fuck landlords tho-), oral (m reciveing), degradation, slapping (twice.)

Your knees burned as you wrapped your lips around the head of Miles’ cock. You hadn’t made rent this month and honestly, you stopped caring the last time you missed it. Like both then and now, all you were focused on was the saltiness of his pre as he slid onto your tongue.

“Fuck.” he cursed, passing a hand atop his head as you hum around him. Through your lashes, you could see his eyes bolted shut in pleasure. He braced the wall behind him, the veins in his hands popping as he let out deep, airy moans.

“Jus’ like that,” he groaned upon you, taking him deeper, flinging his head back while you drooled. The corners of your lips stung as you shakily reach your hands to his thighs to brace yourself. His hips bucked, then his hand reached down and gripped the base of your neck. Easing your your head up and down.

Your cheeks hallowed around his girth, earning you a loud groan from your landlord. Your cheeks burn, and your heart thumps as his grasp on your neck tightens. Another groan came from Miles as your tongue ran along the underside of his shaft.

“Shit! You really want me to wave this month huh?” he chuckled, his cock twitching heavily in your mouth as he looked down at you. Watching how his cock disappeared between your plush lips.

You nod, bobbing your head with enthusiasm. Your thighs pressed together tightly to give yourself some relief. He laughed loudly, pinching your nape and pulling you off his cock slowly. Making your tongue run across every vein until you reached the tip, and then until, nothing.

A trail of saliva connected the two of you. You looked up at him with big, wet eyes and held back a whimper.

“C’mon,” he said, taking a step closer, cock in hand. He gazed at you with a smirk on his face.

You were throbbing, you moved one of your hands to between your legs and then, thwack. You blinked and looked up to realize you that he’d smacked you with his length.

“Y’know the routine,” he purred, now stroking his dick. His pink tip dribbled pre as you parted your lips to speak, but your eyes refused to tear from the soft, now red tip leaking pearly pre.

“Please,” you whine. Thwack! You look back up to see he’d smacked you once more with his dick.

“ ‘M listenin’.” He crooned.

“Please forgive me for being such a dumb slut and forgetting rent, sir.”

“And?”

You paused. And? What ‘and’? You and Miles never done ‘and.’ Your eyes looked everywhere but him before he gripped your chin and made you look at him.

“And ‘thank you for the landlord special, Sir,’” he said, smirking and holding back moans as his hand pumped faster. Your cheeks warmed as his hips bucked in your face.

“T, Thank you for the landlord special, Mr. Kane, sir,” you said, your voice shaky with excitement as his thumb swiped over his weeping head. All you could think is that it should've been your hand or any other hole you have instead of his fucking hand. It's been months of this and you're aching. Maybe he's right, you're too broke to take his cock. Hell, you couldn't even afford rent!

All while your thoughts thrashed in your head, Miles brought face closer, giving you a good look of what you could never touch.

“Hey!” looking up, you felt hot droplets on your face as Miles’ grunts filled your ears. You're met with his cum spraying the bridge of your nose and moving up to your eyes. Your face scrunched up as his cum hit your eyelashes, his grunts turning to soft pants as he painted your face a milky white.

“You really should put a notification in your phone y’know,”

(Anya talk: deadass this should've been posted yesterday but life is lifeing rn-)

#anya—anya #my fics #the bar🍸#miles kane x you #miles kane x reader #the last shadow puppets #miles kane #the rascals

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goldenchains · 9 months

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thank you so much to everyone who’s sent in a fic request ! i’m so excited, i’ve already begun working on a miles kane x reader fic (that will eventually turn into a series) and i’ve got a handful of others to work on (!!!). i’m so lucky !

i’m sort of sick atm so i’m not writing as much as i would like, so i’m hoping to post either my milex or miles x reader fic first and then go from there. my inbox is always open though. thank you my lovelies ! mwah !

#alex turner #miles kane #alex turner fanfic #arctic monkeys #last shadow puppets #milex fanfiction #miles kane x alex turner #miles kane x reader #miles kane x you #miles kane x y/n #update #requests open #!!!!!!!!!1 #i have the best readers EVA #miles kane series #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner series #kz update

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localorphanage · 10 months

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If I were to write a book about the song CornerStone by the Arctic Monkeys, who would read it? I have a massive plot planned that tells the songs story but in a book form.

#cornerstone #arctic monkeys #alex turner #miles kane #the last shadow puppets #girl blogger #lizzy grant #alex #humbug era #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #sea life #booktok #books #book blog #fanfic writer #writeblr #writers on tumblr #Spotify

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nicoscheer · 1 year

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You’re honor they are soulmates and even if they might not be romantic ones they are 110% platonic soulmates and I hope that in my life I will be lucky enough to find my second half like Alex and Miles found each other, like they are just clearly meant for each other be it as friends or something more

Alex and Miles at The Strokes concert (in the radio x interview (18.04.2023) miles makes it kinda sound like that was just one of the The strokes concert that they went to together)

And I just love/ am really proud of Miles that he feels so comfortable in his own skin and with his masculinity that he just dresses and acts however he wants to without giving a second thought about how it might look and that’s just beautiful and refreshing when a man isn’t so concerned with his fragile masculinity that he has to hide away his personality and humanity;

In love with Miles’ blush and the fact that they added a wrestler figure to his birthday cake

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Also a song lyric “we made pretend we were best friends”

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

and that just sums them up

#alex turner #miles kane #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #soulmates #just had to put this somewhere ignore it : Interviewer: AM is a (near) perfection album #Alex: thanks that was deliberate #they are each others half #also the way Alex’s fingers really dig into Miles’ shoulder in the first pic #what I adore about that the strokes concert is that it’s very obvious from interviews and such that yes Miles likes them but Alex is def #the bigger fanboy by far and Miles comes with him to all those stroke concerts to see and make Alex happy #also in that one interview with Miles where the interviewer said that his joy that night consisted of like watching them and seeing how muc #fun and joy they emitted #Youtube #the best part about that concert was seeing the two of you enjoying it so much/ having so much fun via radio x 2023 interview with Miles

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xxxvo1d3d-us3rxxx · 1 year

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"it's all me darling" PLEASE MILES AHHHH

#miles kane #miles kane radio X #he's so sassy 😭#i love you miles #SoundCloud

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Momentary Synergy

Alex Turner in EYCTE era

Uhm, there’s d usage, dirty talking, oral (f receiving)

This is the Part 1.

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You run through security checks with your best friend. You ask around the people, where is Alex? Actually, where is Miles, because it is easier to locate Miles as he surely knows where Alex would be!

You meet the quartet girls talking and giggling. “ Hiyaaa, Uhm Miles? Alex? ” you ask panting. They point to the last room in the area. The girls could surely see that you were mad as you couldn’t find him. You and your best friend walk to the room. Even though there was some music playing. Your boots were louder.

You burst open the door to find Alex and Miles near the vanity. Alex was wearing sailor pants and his ass looked delicious.

Miles look at you and your best friend and gestures to come over to the boys. You were as clueless as your girl. You weren’t sure what they upto. It’s a roller coaster ride when Miles and Alex are together. You stand by side of the vanity opposite to Alex leaning towards the wood. That’s when you see Alex being concentrated on something.

Oh, he’s parting the lines of white powder with a metal card. You just watch him there being so invested in this that he didn’t realise you were standing next to him now. As your scent intoxicates him, he just moves his head to see you and smiles. His dilated pupils, puffy nose and droopy smile indicated that this wasn’t the first session. He taps the metal card and puts it aside. He cups your cheeks with his hands and gives you a sloppy wet kiss on the lips. You can taste the tequila, the cigarettes, the lime and the powder.

You are okay with what’s happening. You have also used over the years. You’re more into smoking. But back when you and Alex were in LA, all of these hard stuff was around you and you have occasionally enjoyed the high. And that’s the best part of Alex and Miles, they use it but they never go on a bender. Actually, according to Alex, all of these substances don’t stand a chance when you’re around him.

“ Babygirl.. My love.. wifey.. ” Alex said in between kisses. This made everyone laugh. Alex has this habit of physically craving you when he’s high.

“ What’s up, baby? ” you ask him and then look at miles who is snorting his second line. Your best friend is standing next to Miles and they are going alternate on the lines. You loved the fact that you and your best friend were literally like the female version of Miles and Alex just didn’t have the creative capability to make a career out of it. Hell, both of you liked it being the way it was. “ I was trying to fill in the void, as you weren’t there and I heard that your flight was late so I was in doubt if I could even see you ” Alex cooed as he snuggled his nose in your neck and started kissing your shoulder. “ I’d have flown the plane myself if I were allowed Alex. The weather wasn’t cooperative. ” you said.

Miles slides the plate towards you. Your best friend gives you the most sly I am gonna go and fuck miles smile to you and both of them were looking at you like puppies.

You look at them confused. “ Take a hit. ” you bestfriend starts to hype you up. Miles started chanting “ Y/n come on, come on. ”

Alex looks at you, brings the plate closer and whisper in your neck, “ C’mon kitten, reward me today. ” Alex knew that if you hit, you’ll be horny and you’d fuck him wherever it was possible. And he wanted you to get horny. He was poking his dick to you the entire time.

Instead of taking a snort you rub the powder on your gums and take a sip of margarita which was kept beside Miles. Everyone cheered as you did the second round as well.

Your eyes started getting heavy. You were being extra touchy to Alex. You were swinging your hips to the music the boys were singing. Alex eyed you has he relaxed on the couch. Miles and your best friend were hugging and dancing. Both of them decided to leave you and Alex jumps off the couch to lock the door. He spins himself to look at you who still hasn’t processed that they have left and was still dancing to some tune. You were moving your hands and your hips and your legs in a rhythm that made Alex made him do things to you that you would remember for ages.

Alex holds you by the waist and drags you to the vanity again. “ Al….. ” you drag his name as you reach the vanity. Both of you are giggling. “ What do you want Mr. Turner? ” you ask him in the most seductive manner possible. Alex looks at the last two lines which were abandoned earlier and gestures. Both of you hit it.

The moment you do that. Alex moves you away from the vanity and sits down on the floor by the cabinets. You look at him confused. “ I need to feel my home. ” he said, looking at your thighs and running his finger up and down.

That’s what it was. For Alex, you are his home.

Before you could even calculate Alex pulls you, gets your dress up and panties off. Your upper body was leaning on the vanity table whilst your legs were spread out.

Alex darts his tongue out. A lick goes from top to bottom and then bottom to top. He sucks out to your clit as if that’s the only thing that’s going to bring him happiness. You look at your face in the mirror and you realise you were fucking high as well. That’s when you realise that it is time to make this one of the best orgasms of your life.

You bend your knees a bit giving Alex more room. Your hand goes in his locks making him groan and grow in his pants. His hands start to massage your ass, he knew that will make you more comfortable. His tongue begins the work. Circles. Ups and down. The number 8. Flicking. You name it. He did it all to bring you to the Edge.

His tongue would go from bottom to top and then he’d would kiss your clit whilst his nose gave the perfect friction. He begins to munch you down and your moans got louder and louder. He wiggled his tongue around. Sniffed you out. Swirled his tongue around.

“ Give. It. To. Me. Kitten. ” he said as his tongue went in and out of your hole.

“ I want this. Now. ” he asserted and his tongue decided to unleash something you couldn’t fathom. He decided to go the slowest that he could. He knew you. He knew that you are about to give him what he wants but he wants you to have this orgasm.

Slow circles. Slow flicks. Again. Slow circles. Slow flicks. All with the tips of his tongue.

Your body gave in. Your legs gave in.

“ Alexxx… ” you shout and moan.

He knew you reached the high. He doesn’t let you go, rather starts to run his fingers on your thighs, intensifying your orgasm.

You physically had to move to move his head off. Alex gives you a smile you knew he was happy. You look at him and grab him by his collar and take him to the couch. You were not done. And it was time for reward part two.

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