#Miles Miles Miles fucking Kane chant

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#09/02/2024 #miles kane #London #night one #mrsecretdoor #he went to see Miles again 😁 #Miles Miles Miles fucking Kane chant #oh do I love the group pic #beaming Miles in a sea of his adoring fans #Lewis went on Friday; Tom and Jay on Saturday all his Bezzies came to watch him 🫶🏽

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dealer.

masterlist

pairing: robert fischer x reader

a/n: this was written for dear turmblrina @retromafia 's milestone celebration, lily you are so sweet and wonderful and you deserve every last follower! congratulations <3 this fic was based off dealer by lana del rey and miles kane, from lily's prompt list :) i'd like to thank stinky worm @sunrisepoets for being my beta reader too!

tw: drugs, addiction, (not explicitly stated, but it's implied that reader is a dealer and rob is her customer) destructive dynamics, mention of death/suicidal ideation, all in relation to the song. this is not meant to be a romanticisation, and is a depiction of a toxic relationship. please read with discretion and above all, take care of yourself!

“You need to leave.”

Slumped in a heap on the floor of your flat, Robert’s body was heavy and reluctant as you pulled him upright by his collar, fumbling to fix the buttons he had undone on his dress shirt. His tie hung loose around his neck, limp. 

He swatted you away, mumbling a “no” in protest, eyelids sinking down over his pale blue, empty gaze. 

“Robert.” 

“No, no…” His voice weak in his throat as he turned away from you. 

“Robert!” You exclaimed, volume cresting. “Get up. I want you out.” 

“No… no… no!” He howled, sitting up so suddenly it made you jump. His red-rimmed eyes, wild as a wounded animal’s, fixed themselves on you as he cried out the words, desperate and stubborn as a child. It made your skin crawl, and you retreated from him. You couldn’t bear to look at him. 

Things could be good. Or, whatever fractured semblance of good the two of you could come up with. He’d fall into your arms, sweet and heavy, clinging onto every word you uttered. 

“Oh, Robbie,” you’d hum, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve gotten so thin… aren’t they feeding you?” 

“They…” he’d mutter, mind already wandering as he sunk into your arms, that dizzying love for you, for what you gave him, swelling in his chest, so unbearable he could die. “Don’t have anyone else.” He’d press his face into your stomach. “Just you.” You’d look away, pushing away the pity. You knew it was you cutting him down, little by little, supplying him. 

It only got bad when you hung him out to dry. 

“Don’t cut me off. You can’t, not now.” He shook his head, sweat beading across his hairline. “You can’t kick me out. I need to be with you, I love you-” 

“It’s not me you love.” You didn’t know if that was the truth, but it was an undeniable possibility. He was dependent on what you gave him. Maybe to him, that could pass for love. 

You thought you could love him. You felt maybe you already did, when you were lying next to him beneath the windows in your living room, horizontal strips of golden light falling on his face through the blinds. When he was calm, vulnerable. 

You might’ve loved him. But how could you? You were killing him. You’d chase him out the door, wanting to scare him away, wanting him to get better, but he’d come back. And you’d always let him back in. You missed him too much to bear being away from him. Maybe you loved him. You glanced at the wad of cash he’d given you earlier. Maybe you loved his money. 

“No, you can’t-” His voice cracked sickeningly, making your eyes screw shut. “I love you, I love you, I…” Like a chant. 

“You need help.” 

“You’re helping me- one more time, alright? Please, one more-” He murmured shakily. His face twisted sorrowfully, and your stomach turned, his sadness scaring you, almost repulsive. 

“You’re sick, Robert.”

“And who do you think did this to me?!” He screamed, jolting up unexpectedly. You started at his outburst.  “You can’t do this to me and turn your back on me! You can’t-” 

“Well, I am!” You shouted. “Go home, go to a doctor, I don’t fucking know, but don’t come around here anymore-” 

“Don’t bother with a doctor, alright? Don’t try.” He spat. “Now give me one more fucking-” He began to yell, his authoritative tone unable to mask the tears welling up in his eyes.

You felt cruelty threaten to slip off your tongue, anger, regret and love enmeshing themselves into one confusing mess of emotion. You needed to hurt him, scare him away, he needed to leave, get better, forget about you. 

“If you want to end up six feet under like your father, be my fucking guest, but I’m not helping you with that anymore.” You spat. 

You instantly regretted using that against him. You remembered the “good” times with Rob, the peaceful smile on his face a rarity, a thing of beauty. You knew he wouldn’t have divulged the things he told you to anyone else. Of course, it could’ve just been a side effect. 

“Tell me about your family, Robbie.” 

“Not much to tell.” 

“You can trust me.” You had traced a finger down his jaw. He had reached up, lacing his fingers with yours slowly, voice quiet as if he was about to nod off. “What about your father?” 

“Hasn’t been home for years.” 

“I’m sorry-” 

“Don’t be. That’s okay. My spirit was crushed, back then, but you healed me. I’m good now. I’m better.” 

You watched him now as he sunk to the floor, miserable. 

“I’m sorry. That was a horrible thing to say.” You whispered. He had trusted you. 

He buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to live.” He whimpered. “I gave you everything. Gave you all my money. Sacrificed everything.” 

Sadness bubbled up in your chest, sending you spinning out. A switch clicked within you, and you resolved to be mean, to push him away.

 “Sacrifice.” You scoffed. “You could buy out every pharmacy in the country and still be in the green. Means nothing to you. Yuppie fuck.” You laughed incredulously, tears rolling down your face as you swallowed your hiccups. “What did you sacrifice, huh? So many promises, Rob. You didn’t fulfill any of them. Just petty cash. But besides that… not one shirt off your back. Not one.” You grabbed the money off the table, tossing it, watching as it landed next to him with a dull thump. “You can have your money.”

The weight of your words hung between you, his head drooping toward the floor. 

“You ruined my life.” He whispered, voice flat. You didn’t want to think about it. 

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You finally managed to get him out the door, dragging yourself into your bedroom and pulling the covers over your head. You wondered how you’d sleep through your tears, how you’d manage to rest as he slammed his fist against your door, his pleas muffled as they echoed through the hallway. 

You reached your arm out, pushing the landline off the table. It clattered to the ground, receiver falling off the hook, the dial tone a quiet buzz on the floor. 

You knew he’d call. 

And he did, hunched next to his phone in his quiet home, all night. 

He listened to the same response, a hundred times over, like a chant. 

“All circuits are busy, goodbye.” 

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Napule Nights - trentuno

A difficult one, thanks to my babe for helping. Also, tiny smut warning x

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The following day, Jade was determined to not only act as an outlet for his frustration, but also tackle the issue at its source best she could from her position. Even sharing the situation and how things stood had opened him up to at least the proposition of a change in action and with his confidence elevated even higher, she was content with not seeing him for the day – as long as it meant that he was working on improving the situation the business was in, the state that essentially stressed him.

It took another day for him to allow her in, a lot of coaxing until he gave her credit and admitted that she'd done a good job before and could benefit any operation her kind of work required. As much as she knew that Serena didn't care about her or what she wanted, it was her that then ultimately persuaded Alexander to send her on a job that was perfect to, was strictly professional when she explained and prepared Jade for it, but Jade was thankful that it was as much Serena as it was Alexander this time, most days she left the office with him to come with him to his place, was able to uplift him enough to start the day exactly like he had the previous one, the more perfected the jobs he was putting together were, the more confident he was that he would be able to make a change, despite the exterior threats increasing.

So despite the danger that the job posed, no matter how risky it was, she felt prepared, determined to not disappoint him and to actually improve it, trusting unconditionally in his decisions which had her nerves eased even several days later when she woke up the next day. It was the first time he'd sent her to stay at his place alone, but when he'd gotten word the night before – just as they'd been leaving the headquarters – that there'd been a fight at his club, the first fight in a while on his territory, he'd insisted that Cook take her to his loft until he'd follow and despite her efforts to stay up and wait for him, she'd fallen asleep, too exhausted to even notice him coming in and he hadn't woken her either, but when she awoke the next morning, felt his arm wrapped tightly around her, clinging to her to hold her as close as he could, his muscles tense even in his sleep, she was determined more than ever to do him proud, to give any contribution she could to ease his nerves.

The moment he felt her stir it didn't take much for him to wake up as well, the mellow warmth and irresistible scent of her hair fuelling his tired mind and he gripped her tighter, his hand on her side and wandering up to her breasts, kneading them slowly as he pressed his chest closer to her back, humming as his lips touched her shoulder and he moved her hair to the side, feeling her breath quickening, her body coming alive under his touch, the soft plea enough for him to encourage him and he parted her legs with ease, teased her with his fingers until he himself was too eager to hold out much longer, locking her arms behind her back and starting to take her slowly, yet hungrily from behind, pressing wet kisses to her shoulders and her back, his breath tickling her warm skin and it didn't take long for her to surrender, for the tension to leave her body and the pleasure ripped through her, dragging him with her and he emptied himself inside her, chanting her name into her hair.

She lay overwhelmed as they both calmed down, whimpering when he withdrew his hips but squeezed her needily in his arms and shuffled back into him as close as she could, reveling in the throbbing afterglow between her legs, the warmth and sense of safety in his strong arms offered. “Alexander...” She whispered. She had a view of his gold alarm clock on the bedside table, well-aware that he was already late for his meeting.

He hummed, mumbling against her hair tiredly as he spoke. “Yes, darlin'?” He sighed. He was in no mood for her to challenge him, there were mere minutes he had until he had to get out and leave the blissful place he wished he could permanently reside in day in, day out.

“You have to go.”

Alex swallowed. “I kno', Jade” he muttered. “I'm sorreh.”

Her heart skipped a beat and she pressed her lips together, slowly shifting to turn around in his arms to face him. “I told you me distracting those guards while Cook hands everything over will be the best and most subtle way to go about it, I...”

“No” he said, cutting her off slowly when he realised she'd misunderstood. “I joost … I'm joost sorreh I 'ave teh go. I wish I could stay 'ere. I 'ave full faith in yeh, doll.”

It scared her momentarily how raw his words were, unfiltered in the best possible way and while she was aware of their meaning, it was alarming nonetheless, causing her to slowly move from his arms and rise to sit up in bed, brushing her hair back from her face. She bit her lip when she felt him do the same, then he leaned over to press a lingering kiss to her cheek before he was out of bed, collecting his clothes and beginning to get dressed.

“Yeh can stay until yeh 'ave teh meet Serena” he drawled, the moment the cold air of the room washed over him, sent shivers up his bare skin, he sobered up from her, realised just how weak he'd allowed himself to be, nodding over to his suit jacket hung up on the wardrobe with a raise of his eyebrows.

She moved slowly out of his bed, wearing nothing but the indicative jewel around her neck as she strode to pick up the jacket and held it out for him to slip into once he was ready, then sat back down on the edge of the bed for a moment as she watched him disappear into the bathroom. She knew he was tense, had felt it in the way he fucked her, despite the sleep on his mind he'd been desperate, rougher than what she was used to and while she always welcomed it, she knew there was more to it than their pleasure, had sensed an anger spilling over. “Alexander?” She called, getting up slowly. “What happened with the fight?”

Alex strode back out of the bathroom, taking the smoke she held up for him the second she could sense him returning and pulling on it with a sigh of relief, his eyes shutting for a moment as he took a split second to relax. “Nofin'” he stated as he gathered everything he needed, fastening his watch around his wrist with his smoke trapped between his chapped lips. “I dunno 'ow those men got in but they were nobodehs. Serena were gunna look into it. Maffew sorted it.”

She nodded slowly, could sense that he didn't want to discuss more so she stayed silent until he stopped in front of her and drew her close by her hips, his hands locked on her body tighter than necessary and more eagerly than usual, yet serving their purpose as she only pressed herself closer to him when he kissed her, long and hard and with every fiber of him signaling that he would fuck her right back into the mattress if he had the time, pulling away only when his self-control crumbled too far down.

“I want teh see yeh before the job later” he ordered.

She nodded, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath after the kiss had taken most of it from her.

“I mean it” he emphasised before letting out a long breath, then the heels of his shiny shoes clicked on the floor as he made himself to the door without another word, it fell shut and made her jump.

She didn't linger for long, showered and dolled herself up for the job, slipping into the dress she had brought the day before, covering half her thighs just about, but backless and cut low at the front, the tight fabric structured and lavender. She wore the shoes with a pinch of emerald to match the necklace, then made her way out with everything she needed, going through the details of her job on the ride back to the headquarters where Serena already waited for her in her office to go through everything until there was a quick knock on the door, Miles striding in just moments later, his body clad in a baby blue suit, a black shirt underneath, paired with sparkly loafers.

“Which of these pretteh ladies is gunna escort meh teh lunch?”

Serena's lips curled into a smile but she shook her head at him slightly in disbelief. “Miles, we're working.”

“As far as I kno' you've been through evrehfin' a million times. Unless ya girls want meh teh bring sum food teh ruin all these papers, yeh'll talk through it over lunch.” He gave a wave, his grin displaying uncrushable determination, his eyebrows wiggling.

“You go” Serena stated to Jade, sighing and running her fingers over her hair, fixing her ponytail and leaning back in her chair. “I need to make some calls about that fight anyway. Miles, have you heard anything?”

Kane shook his head, licking his lips and extending his hand to Jade when she rose to her feet, gathering the most important things she needed. “Unfortunateleh not” he sighed. “When I go out tonight, I'll try and find out sum more though and you're gunna be the first teh kno'.”

Serena pressed her lips together. “Right. Right. Rivera, any more questions?”

Jade shook her head. “I've got it. I'll go through it with … Turner … if I see him” she said. “And then with Cook in the car.”

With a wave of her hand and a nod that signaled at least a hint of content, Serena dismissed them, Miles' arms linking with Jade's as two of the henchmen outside followed them to the restaurant and before she'd even properly sat down, he glared at her inquisitively.

“Soo, 'aven't seen ya mooch?” He smirked, licking his lips after his first bite.

She nodded slowly. “Any particular reason you wanted to now, Kane?”

“Ya know...” he said slowly. “I 'aven't forgotten our conversation 'bout Al. And I 'ope yeh 'aven't either.”

She tensed instantly, swallowing hard. “Si?”

His eyes widened. “Oh, no, no, bella, dun't ya worreh. I joost kno' tha' Alex clearleh dun't 'ave the intention teh let ya go anehtime soon and … yous are fallin' inteh this rhythm tha' I joost need teh kno' it's not gunna bore ya.”

“Bore me?” She asked, a smile of amusement playing around her lips. “I don't need you to keep   watching me, Kane, I don't need a babysitter. How could I get bored of having everything that I have ever wanted?”

“Ya kno' the business is strugglin'. I kno' Al trusts ya but...” He shrugged. “I'm joost lookin' out for 'im.”

Jade nodded slowly. “Me too.”

He leaned back in his seat, taking a sip from his beer. “Reyht” he said, not having expected her response, nodding back at her. “Bene.”

She'd just finished eating, washing it down with a tall glass of water – any bit of alcohol would have tensed her nerves rather than eased them – when Cook entered the restaurant, stepping up to their table and waving for her to follow and as much as she hated obeying him, she stood up, kissed Kane on each cheek when he rose to tell her to be safe and she could feel several pairs of eyes following her as she exited the restaurant with Cook by her side.

She wasn't nervous about the job, on the contrary, she was eager to complete it, to be one step closer to improving the business' situation and if she could contribute, she was only too happy to oblige. The height of her motivation came from Alexander's trust in her, the fact that he knew that she would do a good job, entrusted her with something so important. Her high spirits didn't go unnoticed by the man beside her, Cook raising his eyebrows as they stopped in front of Turner's office.

“Yeh kno' tha' this is a delicate affair, dun't yeh?” He asked, his jaw tense. He himself seemed to be on edge, maybe not so much because of the job, but because she herself was not. “Weh're makin' a deal in enemeh territoreh.”

“I'm aware” she nodded, lifting her own hand to knock on the door as he stood on the other side of it, giving a nod to Helders. “He trusts me.”

Cook gritted his teeth. “Hurreh. Weh 'ave teh go soon.”

“Come in.”

Helders opened the door for her, held it and closed it behind her, her heels clicking on the floor as she entered the office, Turner rising instantly to his feet when he saw her, walking around his desk. “Did yeh talk evrehfin' through wif Serena?”

Jade nodded, stepping close to him and placing her hands on his chest, adjusting the collar of his light blue shirt, sighing as she felt the heat of his skin through the fabric, his hands coming down on her hip to ensure their closeness in case she moved away too soon.

“Yeh've talked about it wif Jameh?”

She smiled. “So far only with you there, baby, but I will again in the car.”

Alex swallowed hard, his self-control challenged by her words as much as her scent, the touch of her hands, the smile of indifference on her face. “Are yeh takin' this seriousleh enough?”

Jade sighed. “I am. I know how important it is, which is why I cannot wait to get the job done. I know it's been stressing you. You trust me and I-...” She was caught off when he dragged his hand slowly up her side, cupping her breast over the solid fabric of her dress, his other hand moving down her lower back, squeezing her ass. “Alexander...” she said, breathing out shakily. “T-There's no time for this. Why did you want to see me?”

He ignored her question, pursing his lips, his eyes wild as they locked on hers. “I'm the boss, I decide wha' weh 'ave time for” he stated, a tear on his heart when her lips curled into a smile.

“You've got a meeting” she said. “And I have a job to do. And as soon as I'm back, I'll be ready for you to do whatever you want.” She tried her hardest to ignore the rough grip of his hands, her fingers moving slowly to the back of his neck and into his hair, the tension in his fingers loosening instantly and breathed out with relief.

“Jade...” He swallowed hard, his neck straining, jaw tensing as he attempted to compose himself, to see reason. “Yeh're gunna listen teh Jameh, alreyht?”

She sighed. “Yes, of course” she stated with a nod.

He nodded back at her. “Fings get dangerous, yehr first instinct is teh run. Dun't shoot. Get out of there. And if yeh sense danger, yeh tell Jameh. If-...”

She pulled lightly on his hair, angled his head to the side to get his attention. “Alexander” she said, hoping desperately to snap him out of it. “We've been over this. You and me, me and Serena, a dozen times. I know what to do. You don't need to explain.”

He furrowed his brows, discontent with her interrupting him and he exhaled sharply. “I'm joost makin' sure.”

The annoyance on her face then shifted, making room for a smug smile. “Alexander Turner, are you worried about me?”

He swallowed, his round eyes darkening, an intensity reflecting inside them that she hadn't seen in the shape of anything but defense. “Jade, I joost want yeh teh take this job seriousleh.”

She licked her lips, unaware of how badly he wanted to wipe that gorgeous smile of her face. “I have done several jobs for you, there's nothing different about this, so there's no need to act differently, right? It's sweet that you're worried but-...”

“Sweet?” He spat, his jaw locking. “I am joost makin' sure yeh kno' wha's at stake. Yehr fookin' life, Jade.” His voice was calm, but a familiar sense of anger was boiling underneath his tone, but the second he realised she noticed, he breathed out slowly, his features smoothing again as he tried to relax. There was a knock on the door and he huffed. “A moment.”

“I understand the situation and I can handle it” she said, shaking her head.

The smile on her face that usually had him desperate now unsettled him more than anything at that moment and he knew deep down that she was right, that despite the danger of the job, he was not acting like himself, he was too on edge, too tense, but something was different, he didn't usually ask to see her before her job, let alone had he ever been this doubtful about sending her out. Other times he wouldn't have so much as batted an eyelash before letting her go out on a job, at times had even punished her for fucking up and as much as he knew that she was ready, it was all no good if she didn't realise how careful she had to be, if she didn't understand and even teased him for trying to get through to her but he despised the thought of something happening to her, of her not coming back, and it frustrated him to no end, he hated that he even felt like he had to try, that she didn't do her job, that he had to snap her out of it but most of all, that he wanted to.

The tension on his face was slowly but surely becoming more and more confusing and she wondered if there was something she didn't know, swallowing hard. “Why are you so worried?” She laughed, shaking her head at him once again as she saw him grit her teeth at her question, his hands trembling on her. “What is this? What happened to the man that fucked me over this very desk for talking back to him? Who had to have me in his club just to mark his territory?”

His mind was at war, her questions fuelling his anger further and further and he couldn't bear another, she didn't understand, his fingers were shaking, his gaze meeting hers, his voice harsh. “'e fell in love wif yeh.”

Her heart stopped and they stood in complete silence, her eyes as wide as his, lips parted, the shock apparent on her own face as much as on his and before she could even think of speaking, the door clicked open.

“Rivera, weh 'ave teh go.”

Out of instinct, Jade stepped back slowly, saw Turner's face shift from anger to indifference within a split second and she breathed out shakily, turning over her shoulder to look at Cook, when she turned back to Turner he was walking around his desk and Cook grabbed her arm, leading her out of the office, her heart pounding, her throat dry, she had seldom been speechless and frozen the way she was now, absolutely unable to react and it seemed maybe he didn't want her to, she had not found it as difficult to figure him out as she did now and she hardly recalled walking down the halls with the three henchmen surrounding her once she was sat in the car, nodding along to all the familiar words Cook said, she had heard it all before, would have been able to chant the plan in her sleep, but Turner's words were fresh on her mind throughout the whole drive, when the car stopped and when one of the henchmen got out out first and opened the door, when Cook followed and gestured for Jade to do the same, and when she looked around for their meeting.

It was then that for the first time, she replayed a different statement Turner had said to her, to tell Cook if she sensed something as instead of a man approaching somewhere as expected, the slow movements of a car captured her attention, parking right beside them but the moment she turned around to Cook, her heart sank, she heard the thud before she saw the man that knocked Cook to the ground, the same thing happening to the other guard. There was a split second that allowed her to turn and look at the third climbing out of the car, unaware of the men approaching behind her from the unfamiliar black car and she could hardly squirm when she felt someone grip her from behind, a set of hands pulling her own behind her back, a third blocking her vision by holding a piece of cloth to her face that instantly dizzied her mind, her thoughts blurring, her focus slipping and her knees giving in, it sounded like heels dragging across the asphalt and when she realised it were her own she already felt an unfamiliar surface underneath her, the slamming of a car door, shouts and thuds in the distance and then it all turned black.

Alex watched the smoke rise from his lips, the familiar sensation not doing the usual anticipated trick of calming his nerves, the shock still sat deep within his bones, the words that had left him unexpected, but nothing had him quite as uneasy as the fact that they were nothing but the truth. Her lack of response had unsettled him, he was unsure how to interpret it, unable to process it, every time it crossed his mind it was impossible for him to delve deeper without a sinking feeling of comparison creeping up.

He welcomed the distraction of a knock on his office door instantly, crushed his cigarette and instantly lit a new one, raising his eyebrows at Helders stepping inside. The expression on his head of security's face did the impossible, it sank his already low mental state tenfold.

“Boss” he breathed, well-aware that Turner had most likely never heard him as alarmed as he was now.

Alex could hardly speak, his voice straining, his fingers almost crushing his cigarette. “Yes? Maffew?”

Helders pressed his lips together. “I can't reach Jameh.”

#alex turner #napule nights #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #mafia!al #mafia au #alex/jade #alex turner/oc #chaptered fic #adt #arctic monkeys #The Last Shadow Puppets

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My babies 🫶🏽 oh have I missed them

Oh he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing 🤣 by uploading “the wonder” after yesterdays gig (Alex is his wonder)

How Matt is following Alex’s hand and also looking up (also love the “rose tint” lyric in both Miles “the wonder” and “there’d better be a mirrorball” ;) they are doing it again 🤣 )

Also how Alex calls for Miles via the mirrorball which kind of resembles the moon (which could be callback to TBHC) but also that works with that one interview where Alex said that when they are halfway round the world away from each other they look up at the moon and wonder what the other one is doing

#can’t even imagine how stir fry crazy we’re gonna go when he rocks up to Glastonbury #imma try and get some Kip in and hopefully I’ll have recovered somewhat from this by the morning #I’m obsessed with their hugs #our lil autistic baby girl getting a bit distracted by the pretty shiny mirrorball #and only then rembering that Miles actually was there and then the little grabby hands from them both #Alex saying Miles to the mirrorball aka their batsignal #I need to hear “miles miles miles fucking Kane’ being chanted again #Instagram

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OKAY WHICH OF THESE MONKEYS DO I HAVE TO BEAT UP FOR NOT WANTIGN MILES THERE !!!!!!! Alex’s first note in 505 sounded so insecure 😭

ALEX LEAVING THE PAST BEHIND DOES NOT INCLUDE YOUR HUSBAND IN LODON

Miles literally said "if they want me there then i will be" so can somebody please stop me from assuming the worst

I wanted nevermind NEEDED to hear Miles Miles Miles fucking Kane being chanted by thousands of people

When he said five 0 five and didn’t say Miles Kane my delusional ass was literally sitting there for the entire song waiting for him to still come on out

Alex can be glad he’s cute also all of us starting into this fine evening (it was amazing first and foremost just to make that clear) with hope Alex is up to this (he fucking rocked it) and ended with HEY why did you have to break all our hearts

BUT maybe they made out so throughly that Miles is lying in bed with laryngitis and fever

The way I was holding my phone ready to get every millisecond of the interaction 😭🤣

#I’d literally be crying during Glasto if I was there 😭🤣😭😭 #who am I kidding I’m crying right now #all of us hoping for a 4K hug and instead we got a missing whammy part 😭😭 #everybody going mad right now #I’m praying for an explanation in some interview #hoping Jo Whiley will ask them #off we go to readsome fanfics to get over this #okay but I’m hoping it just didn’t work out with Miles promotion of his new tour or some other Organisatory thing and that’s why they gave #us London cause they wanted to play together again so badly and if Glasto doesn’t work then London will have to do