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sophaeros · 4 months

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Miles is sick with a cold and Alex tries to play nurse but isn't great at it!

hi anon it took me great amounts of self control not to make this nsfw.

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“I made you chicken soup,” Alex says.

“Oh no,” Miles groans. The sound is muffled by the painful gravel of his voice and the fever flush of his squinted eyes, a stray droplet of water trickling down his temple from the soaked hand towel lying lopsided on his forehead.

“Twat,” Alex says lightly, nudging pill bottles and discarded tissues aside to set the oversized bowl onto the bedside table. The easy insult is ruined a little by the clear worry in his voice and the anxiety as he’s caught momentarily on the mess on the table, having been too busy running from one self-imposed task to another to clean. He gives himself a sharp shake of his head, stirring the cloudy soup with a spoon. “I used one of them canned soups, alright, followed the instructions and everything.”

Miles struggles his way into sitting up, Alex almost flinging soup onto the blankets in his haste to prop the pillows up. The towel flops onto his lap.

He peers doubtfully at the soup. “Is it supposed-” he breaks off into a wheezing cough. “Is it supposed to look like that?” he manages.

“Stop trying to talk while coughing,” Alex says, distressed, pressing a lukewarm cup of water into his hands.

Miles takes a long sip of the water, getting his breathing under control.

“Like what?” Alex asks, frowning down at the bowl. Chunks of greyish-white chicken float lazily through the stirred soup alongside mushy, irregular wedges of carrots and potatoes.

Miles waves a hand vaguely. “White.”

“It’s not white.”

“It is.”

“It’s not, the can said clear soup.”

“Well it’s not clear right now, innit?”

Alex takes a sip from the spoon and completely fails to control the spasm of disgust that flicks across his face.

“Babe,” Miles says, pained.

Alex sighs, dropping the spoon back into the bowl and crawling into the bed beside Miles, throwing his arm across Miles’ tummy out of habit before catching himself and tucking it against his own chest instead. “I wanted to make you feel better,” he says despondently.

“You do, love, you’re doing great,” Miles says gently, and promptly breaks off into another round of thick coughing, water sloshing over the rim of his glass.

“Liar,” Alex mutters, taking the glass from his hand.

“You’re gonna get sick staying here with me,” Miles says, but he buries his hands in Alex’s hair anyway, Alex listening to the tension bleed out of his body.

“Shut up,” Alex says. Miles, for once, obliges.

#my writing #ask #anon #ask game #milex #milex fic #i know u said cold but i went w a cough bc the mental image was easier w that #thank u for the ask anon <33 #written in under an hour and not edited #alex turner #miles kane

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malina-33 · 3 months

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Milex AU idea x Saltburn: Alex as Oliver, Miles as Felix, but Saltburn will be a Tranquility Base...

#milex au #milex #miles kane #alex turner #tbhc #saltburn #milex theory #milex fanfiction #milex fic

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glorious-blackout · 10 months

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Okay, so I know I'm several weeks late to the party, but I've finally written the Milex Reunion fic that has been nagging at me ever since we collectively lost our minds over Miles and Alex sharing a stage for the first time in five years (and subsequently poor Alex getting laryngitis 💔).

Once again I have had to accept that fluff is not my forte and I'm a little rusty after a long period of writer's block, but I couldn't let the sickfic possibilities pass me by. I hope you enjoy this and if you do please let me know - any feedback honestly makes my day 🥰

#miles kane #alex turner #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #milex #milex fic #my writing

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beyond-the-kitchen · 5 months

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Lyrics flow from miles’ fingers like they always do. Hes never had a problem with writing, words come easy, muisc even easier. He is an emotional person and his outlet just so happens to be something that helps pay the bills, quite well if he does say so himself.

There is a downside to this emotional truthfullness, a side that makes the writing painful. Sometimes he thinks hes too poignant for his own good. The lyrics are sometimes not thinly veiled metaphors, hints at half-truths, somtimes they are a genuine retelling of his life. places and people, the memories and perceptions that certain events and periods hold. He himself is a holder, every person he has met he cradles close to his heart, those he goes on to befriend, or on the rare chance romance, he locks inside and keeps warm. Helps them weather every storm they encounter, every curveball or extreme high he helps them manage. He has his favourites of course, everyone does - his mum, his friends from home, Alex.

Alex is of course the crux of his current emotional turmoil. As he so often is, Miles is not oblivious, not blindsided by his affection for the man. He knows Alex is difficult to pin down, hard to get a read on and often wears a different face every day of the week to protect himself from his harsh realities. Miles is accutely aware of all these qualities, and yet Alex is still the sweetest man he knows, still the most endearing. The source of his current heartbreak, yes, but undoubtedly the love of his life. And so the lyrics flow, freely and entirely heartfelt. 100% how Miles feels about Alex and his recent absence.

You're walking around, your head in the clouds You're acting as if you're Mr. Johnny know-it-all Mister come and watch me fall

You're feeling alive, a Jekyll and Hyde You're riding the tides and everybody's just doing fine Leading that double life

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I hope to see you soon I hope to see you soon Ah, come on

You're dancing with death in a bulletproof vest There's no other way to say it, brother Better watch your step Before all goes west

The king and the queen, the milk in your tea The partner in crime you only ever found once in life Don't let it pass you by

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I put myself on mute before I spill the beans Oh, not again 'Cause when you're dancing to your own beat You can be anything that you want Yes, I'm an executive that you can trust

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I wouldn't wanna be ya I'll see ya when I see ya

#hehheheh idk where tf this came from but…#thoses into the void and sprints away #this is my first milex fic #but its really just my love letter to see ya when i see ya #BECAUSE COME ON THAT SONG IS A MASTERPIECE #anyways feedback is needed and greatly appreciated #milex #milex fic #milex fanfiction #tumblr drabbles #im gonna go write my top gun shit now byeeee

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johnlennon-as-a-tv-chef · 7 months

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Can you please write about Milex getting together? Set in "One for the Road" song - where Alex in at Miles' having too much to drink, sitting on the floor tec. He then needs to be sick and Miles is helping him but he has realized that he is getting hard from feeling Miles over him holding his hair (humbug one). He then is trying to make himself sick again (putting fingers down his throat) and thinking it is Miles doing to him... Then everyone leaves and Alex decides to make the move...

Okay anon, this one took me a few days to write because I wasn't sure how to incorporate all the elements you requests in one piece. It also turned out a little longer than a drabble, but I hope you enjoy it.

Tw: puking, self-induced puking (not graphic), mention of sexual thoughts (not too graphic).

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"A'right Al. You rockstar, you. Congrats on going platinum." Miles ruffles Alex's hair like he’s talking to a child. He knows Miles is being facetious but his words are laced with sincerity and his eyes are glinting with warmth, and Alex can’t help but smile.

Instead of acknowledging the greeting, though, Alex huffs and smooths his hair down. He's never had hair this long before, and as much as he loves it, he's still just getting the hang of handling it.

"Took you long enough to get here," he says moving his fringe out of his eyes with his index finger.

It's Humbug’s success party and Alex is flying high from praise, the sales, the numbers on the charts, and some blue pill someone handed him a while ago. He reckons he's earned it. This album had been a gamble. They had completely changed their sound. Initially, they even got some bad reviews, something they hadn't ever gotten before and the self-doubt had begun to set in. But the gamble had ultimately paid off, and this album could join their older ones on the proverbial mantle.

It's their success party so of course they went a bit too hard, and of course, they stretched it longer than they should have. When they pretty much get kicked out of the venue, Miles offers up his place for an ‘after-party’.

Which is how Alex ends up on the Scouser’s bathroom floor with his palms pressed against the cool tiles watching Miles through a veil of smoke - a calming respite from the cacophony outside.

"It's really that simple Al. Imagine if you put Bowie in a Bond film. It's like subverting the genre innit. People think they want what they're expecting, that they want predictability, but really it's the unexpected within the expected that really gets you going. But it has to be wrapped carefully in the expected for it to have maximum impact. D'ya know what I mean?."

Alex is only half listening, and truth be told, he has no idea what Miles is talking about. But he closes his eyes and smiles, nodding slowly because Miles's voice and the way it wraps around the words feels fuzzy and he just wants Miles to keep talking.

He feels a warmth rising in his stomach. Then it's not just warmth, he realises too late, but dinner and the nacho chips he'd swiped off Jamie a few minutes ago and the 5 taquila shots and how-many-ever other drinks he had downed through the night.

"Fuck, Al you okay?" Miles jumps off the toilet seat and lifts the lid just in time for Alex to grab the toilet bowl and start retching.

Miles moves behind him and holds Alex’s hair back as he throws up. All the while whispering soft words of encouragement. “That's it. Let it all out.” “You're alright.” “I got you.”

Miles is pulling his hair back, and he's tracing his fingers along Alex's forehead and ears and the nape of his neck trying to hold back the wisps of hair that find their way out of his grasp, and Alex’s still-too-drunk mind thinks, ‘I don't ever want this to end’.

Considering how plastered he is, he didn't think he was physically capable of getting hard, but well, Alex supposes he wasn't much if he didn’t exceed expectations. He doesn't think Miles realises what he's doing, or the effect he's having on Alex, because now he's patting his back with one hand while the other holds up his hair.

Alex isn’t completely oblivious. Some part of his brain has always been aware that he’s attracted to Miles - the way he plays his guitar, the way he says Alex's name, the way he makes Alex laugh, how he never makes him feel stupid even when he talks in tongues and stumbling over his words, and how he seems to have an eerie ability to read his mind.

Then there’s also Miles' eyes like coffee, warm and dark and always sparkling with mirth. His hair, soft and a little frizzy, that he insists on styling in a way that falls over his eyes simply because it kind of makes him resemble a couple of the Beatles put together. His nose, and the perfect bridge of it. Alex loves Miles' nose. He wonders how it would feel brushing against his neck, his cheek, his chest, his...Right, so Alex knows Miles is fit and that he's attracted to him. He just makes it a point to never look that realization in the eyes. He keeps these thoughts locked up and buried under layers of banter, and laughter.

But he's not as sharp right now and the insolent thoughts aren’t staying down.

He doesn't know how long it's been but he's gagging long after he's done puking, just dry heaving and spitting, trying to get Miles to continue doing what he’s doing for just a bit longer.

“You good?” Miles rubs soothing circles into Alex's back, and he just wants to sink into it. He wants to guide Miles' hand lower, to the front, have him stroke him, jerk him off. Alex is really high. The guards are out of duty and the thoughts are being rebellious, trashing the place up there and there's not much he can do to discipline them right now.

Thankfully, Miles leaves Alex to find water, with a "Hang tight, Al. I'll be right back”, giving him some moments of respite to collect his wits. He sits there for a few seconds willing his gut and his mind to settle. Then, out of boredom than anything else, he gets up on his feet, leans against the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. The alcohol and pill coursing in his veins liquify his reflection, making it swim out of shape. He stares into his own eyes. He stares and stares until they start morphing into another pair of hooded brown eyes. His lips, his hair, his nose. Alex is stunned but he can't look away. Instead, he lets his impulses have their way once more. Holding eye contact with himself, Alex sticks two fingers into his mouth, pretending it was Miles' long fingers that have often mesmerised Alex by. He pictures how they wrap around his guitar neck, and expertly dance on the strings, and how they might feel in his mouth. He gives his fingers an experimental lick before closing his eyes and sucking on them. And then he's pushing deeper and deeper until he’s gagging, spit pooling on the corners of his mouth. He has nothing left in his stomach to throw up so when Miles returns he finds Alex dry heaving into the sink.

“Al, you okay? Did you get sick again?”

Miles is back with some water and, it would seem, a stick of gum. “Here chew on this, you'll feel better." He says. What a beautiful thoughtful idiot. Alex just wants to jump him.

It's an hour later. Alex is feeling more sober but just so. If he squints he can see the first signs of dawn making an appearance. He’s standing on Miles’ little balcony smoking what he hopes to be his last cigarette of the night when Miles comes out and leans against the railing next to him.

"Whatcha doing out here?"

"Just tired."

It's a bit chilly, and he can see Miles shiver slightly.

“Yeah, I'm knackered too. Want me to tell everyone to fuck off?" Miles looks up into his eyes.

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t follow Miles in, instead, he waits on the balcony till he hears the last of the ‘byes’ and ‘see yous’. Alex should probably offer to leave too but he figures if Miles wants him out, he would tell him so.

When he stubs the butt of his second cigarette and walks in, Miles is pouring the last of an almost empty bottle of vodka into a couple of glasses. "What's one more eh?"

Alex shakes his head and walks over to Miles’ record player and puts on the first record he can find lying next to the turntable.

It's Leonard Cohen. Of course, it is. Miles's latest obsession. They'd spent hours dissecting his music, his style, and his lyrics just the other day.

Alex thinks he's definately still drunk because nothing else can explain why he walks towards Miles and extends his hand.

He hopes Miles too is drunk enough to not be weirded out by the request.

But, here's the thing about Miles. Miles is never embarrassed and Miles is never ashamed. So he just smiles that classic Miles all-teeth-and-gums smile and lays his hand in Alex's. He grips Alex's hand and pulls himself closer.

Before he can fully comprehend what’s happening, they’re dancing. Miles is swaying from side to side and he’s taking Alex with him. Alex can’t focus on much apart from the feel of Miles' warm hand pressed against his back.

"Is this weird for you?" blurts out because he needs to know. He needs to know how Miles feels about dancing with a bloke, dancing with him. Its different joking around with friends and threatening to take the joke too far in front of others, and totally different when they're alone in a dark room, swaying to a ballad at 4 in the morning. He needs to know whether to keep at it or to make a run for it, and pretend he doesn't remember anything, blaming it all on the alcohol tomorrow.

"No, is it for you?"

Alex lays his head on Miles's shoulder in response and sighs “no".

It feels like it's a long time coming and it still takes Alex by surprise. It takes him by surprise even though he is the one that leans in and kisses Miles. Sure he's thought about doing it before, but he'd always looked at it as one of those intrusive thoughts, like when you think about jumping in front of incoming traffic or breaking into a dance during a meeting.

All he knows is that in that moment, with his head resting against Miles' shoulder, Miles' soft breath tickling his ear, and Leonard Cohen crooning in the background, all he could do is lean in and take more.

His second surprise is that Miles doesn’t push him away, doesn’t even look at him with confusion. Or worse, disgust. No, Miles just let's Alex pull him by the front of his jacket, and tightens his grip around Alex's waist ever so slightly.

It's a pretty chaste kiss as far as kisses go. It's quick and it's deliberate, like a handshake, Alex thinks to his own amusement. But he's never felt like going in for seconds with a handshake before.

“This - ” Alex says, pulling his face away just enough so that his eyes can focus on Miles. His breathing is laboured. He feels a bit lightheaded, and doesn’t actually know what he wants to say.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips that tingle with the faint taste of Miles.

Miles, on the other hand looks dazed as he stares back at Alex. He reaches out, places his palm gently against Alex' jaw and strokes his bottom lip with his thumb.

Even though they had always been comfortable with each other, perhaps a bit more than normal, now that he thinks of it, this feels strange, to be touched by Miles like this. But something about the fact that it is shrouded by the darkness of night and the faint moonlight seeping in from the balcony door he's left open, makes it feel okay.

“Yeah,” Miles breathes out in reply to Alex's non-sentence.

It doesn’t actually clarify anything, but Alex can’t help breaking out in a smile because it’s enough to silence the little voices of worry buzzing in the back of his mind.

“I've wondered what this would feel like ” Alex confesses, his gaze flicking from Miles' eyes to his mouth. To the lips that Alex now knows exactly how they feel pressed against his and what they taste like. After all these years.

“Me too,” Miles rushes out, the corners of his mouth lifting up.

Alex doesn't have enough time to process Miles' confession because then Miles is surging forward and catching Alex's lips again and that’s all he can focus on right now.

He feels like he's being drawn deeper and deeper into Miles, and like if he just let's himself go, he'll never be able to find his way out. He pushes Miles gently, breaking their kiss for a second time.

Miles doesn't look offended. Instead, he's breathing heavily, and fighting a smile. Maybe he feels it too.

"I'm glad we're on the same page then," Alex says once again leaning down to rest his head on Miles' shoulder, holding him just a bit tighter, surer, as they sway to Cohen singing about dancing to the end of love.

#never did i think id write about someone getting turned on while puking #how'd i do?#milex #milex fic #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #alex turner #fanfic #milex fanfiction #milex fanfic #miles kane

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 1 year

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Title: Four Walls

Tags: Slow burn, domesticity friends to lovers, smut, pining, post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

#i am so excited (and nervous!!) to finally share the first chapter of my new milex fic with you ahhhh #i hope anyone reading it enjoys it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it!#if you have a moment then feedback truly makes my day 💗#milex #milex fic #milex fanfiction #alex turner #miles kane #tlsp #four walls #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts

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perfectly-clear-from-here · 1 year

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moodboard post for my fic inhaler!! (which you can read here!)

(chapter 4 out now!!)

#guys im running out of baby milex photos #anyway yes shameless plug- read my fic ahhh it would mean the world!#WE'RE UP TO 3 MOODBOARDS WHATTTT- one for each chapter.... idk if i can make more oh my god #DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND MILEX PHOTOS FROM THIS SPECIFIC ERA?#p.s ty to everyone whos commented + messaged/sent photos you all have my heart #milex #miles kane #alex turner #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #milex fic #milex fanfiction #baby milex

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28-destiel-505 · 1 year

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My ao3 account 28_destiel_505

I’ll pretend (or not)

Summary : Everyone knew Miles Kane and Alex Turner hated each other. But when it goes too far, their teams force them to do a collab to save their public images. Nobody understands when their relationship seems to have changed, not the fans, not their friends and not even themselves. Telling people it's just for the public might work for a little while but at some point, their friends question it. Maybe it's because of the time spending together or maybe it's because of the things happening when they're on stage but people start wondering what is really going on between the two.

tags : Enemies to LoversEnemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, milex smut only, Secret Relationship, being gay on stage, just like enemies do, Denial of Feelings, autistic coded character (nothing more than canon), Coming Out, first time gay, Slow Burn.

Words: 38,471

Now I can’t relax anymore

Summary : Alex is so jealous it makes him pathetic.

tags : Jealous Alex Turner, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mostly Smut, Public Blow Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Sub Alex Turner (Musician), Oral Sex, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Porn with Feelings.

Words: 2,604

No Regard For The Cost

Summary : When a milex sextape is made and released without their consent and nobody wants to give them justice, Alex and Miles will get it themselves.

tags : Secret Relationship, Sex Tapes, Smut, Manslaughter, implied PTSD, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Blood and Injury, Accidental Death, Investigations, Murder, Blood and Violence, Violence, Established Relationship, Prison, Prison Sex, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, (not happening), Fights.

Words: 16,852

Ain’t i fallen in Love

Summary : Baby Milex fall in love at first sight.

tags : Fluff, Autistic Alex Turner, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, Soulmates.

Words: 3,239

Baby make it last

Summary : Alex messed up real bad and lost the love of his life. Can he fix things up or will he make things worse ?

tags : Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Heartbreaking, Implied Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Words: 2,449

By the time i’m done fucking beating myself up there’ll be nothing left to love

Summary : Miles Kane is looking for a new guitarist for his band.

tags : Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Outing, Eventual Smut, Past Rape/Non-con, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Self-Hatred, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Angst with a Happy Ending

Words : In progress

Never-Ending

Summary : Being stuck in the apocalypse with your enemy...

Aka, Alex and Miles find a way to fight even during the end of the world.

tags : Blood and Gore, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Found Family, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Words : In progress

#milex fic #milex fanfiction #my fics #ao3

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