#alex turner headcanon

[captainwans]

★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ──  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ AND FOR MY HUSBAND.

 ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ ㅤ SIAS!ALEX TURNER ٠ FEM! READER

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“I think I’m gonna get number two,” [Y/N] told her order to the cashier before moving her head to her boyfriend. “What do you want, honey?” She asked, giving in a soft smile, which he returned by placing his hand on her thigh.

Alex leaned closer to the window to see the menu, his eyebrows furrowed as studied the options through his glasses. He gently rubbed small circles on her skin. “Number four sounds pretty good.” He said, inching closer to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Alright, and my husband wants the number four.” She said, smiling as she felt his lips prepping soft kisses on her skin. She bit back a giggle, watching Alex’s burning gaze on her at the corner of her eyes.

A swarm of butterflies erupted into his stomach, the word husband repeating inside his head like a mantra. His eyebrows were raised and he took off his glasses, a grin forming into his handsome features as his eyes sparked.

She turned her head to him, an innocent expression etched into her features as she watched his lips curl into a big smile.

“Is that all? Do you want drinks?” The cashier interrupted their staring contest. Alex’s lips curved into a smirk and he leaned his head closer to the window as both of his hands caressed her thighs lovingly.

“The husband wants a coke, please,” he beamed, eyes glistening before lovingly looking at his girlfriend. “And my beautiful wife wants the strawberry milkshake!” He finished his order with a stupid grin on his face, and [Y/N] wanted to gush at his love sick attitude.

The cashier laughed, their eyes filled with amusement as they watched the pair acting all giddy and flustered. They tapped in their order into the system before turning to them with a grin. “Alrighty! Number two and four for the married couple. Thank you for your order!”

Alex couldn’t hide his excitement and burst into a hearty laugh, feeling happiness course through his veins by just a small word. His heart soared against his chest, his love for her increasing with every second.

He thanked the kind cashier and grabbed the receipt and gently tapped her thigh to drive off, which she obliged with a soft giggle. She bid her goodbyes with the cashier, smiling at the compliment they received.

“What a lovely couple!”

The moment [Y/N] hit the breaks and parked into a parking lot, Alex didn’t hesitate to pull her into a passionate kiss, his hand drifting to hold the side of her neck as he pulled her closer.

She gasped into his mouth, her stomach fluttering as she quickly melted into the kiss, feeling his rough calloused hands caressing cheek as they deepened the kiss.

[Y/N] pulled away with a giggle, her eyes crinkling from smiling. “What’s gotten into you, Al.” She simpered, smiling wide as she watched his grinning face.

Alex mirrored her look, eyes studying every features of hers. He gave her a fond look, doe-eyes slightly wide before voicing his thoughts. “Husband, huh?” He nudged her with his elbows making her chuckle.

Pink dust danced across her cheeks, mouth open but closed it as she was too flustered to speak. Her shoulders vibrated from soft chuckles and she looked at him, watching him having the same flushed expression at the mention of the word.

“It just slipped, I guess? And by the look on your face it seems that you liked hearing that.” She answered with a cheeky smile, earning another breathy laugh from the latter.

“You keep saying that, darling, and it will come true one day.” Alex told her with a wink, leaning to lock his lips into hers once again. “My beautiful wife.” He murmured against his lips, a smile curving upwards on his handsome features.

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[koiimii]

𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣…”

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He couldn’t stop his feet.

They seemed to be moving a millisecond ahead of his every thought as his booted heels clicked down the cobble stone path towards your door.

What the hell was he thinking? What on earth are you thinking Al?

He must enjoy being hurt. He must enjoy being filled up and then discarded, but then again… he was no saint either.

He was no better than you, and maybe right now… it would be best to leave things as they were. To leaves things in the dark, collecting dust by remaining completely absent in each others lives.

The past few months were peaceful! For the best indeed…

The way you left things that night, Alex’s stuff tossed out on your front lawn, your neck bruised from where he had ripped off the locket he gifted you…

Things were better left untouched from then on, and the two of you not in contact. Alex was well aware of that yes, but oh…. How he missed you.

The very idea of you made his heart swell in a way that made he himself feel sick, insane.

He’d never forget the words you two exchanged in your kitchen… the wine spilled across your marble counters, your back pressed against the wall while he kept you steady and unable to escape his petty wrath.

He couldn’t help the tightening feeling in his chest as he now stood out front your bright red door.

The gates of hell perhaps…

He clenched his jaw, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to make this sound as normal as he could in his head. It had been 4 months, yes. You both agreed to never speak again, yes… only you said it in a much harsher way.

But the minute he stepped foot inside his mate’s flat that night, bags in hand and with the shameful request to borrow the air mattress… he missed you.

Your wild, amber eyes blinking back at his boring brown ones. Your smooth, tanned curves molding against his own body like a puzzle. Your mouth, sweet and tinted red with the remains of strawberry lipgloss…

(Y/n).

You had tattooed your name across his mind so that was all he knows… across his tongue so that it was all he speaks.

He needed you, now.

He would come in peace, leave his pride and sarcasm at the door. He’d have his white flag raised high. He lifted a ringed hand to knock, stepping back and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

It was silent at first, and he wondered just how crazy he’d be to use the key you kept under the welcome mat.

No need.

A few quite clicks, and finally… it opened.

The sight of you made his mouth fall agape, not to mention the undeniable tightening feeling in his jeans.

He hated you…

He hated the fact that that wasn’t the slightest bit true.

You stood there, clad in his oversized dress shirt. Sleeves rolled up, barely buttoned correctly and sliding off your bare shoulders. Your hair flew all over, but still managed to glow caramel against the setting sun… your lips had twisted into an unreadable twitching situation, corners beginning to curl up.

What also grabbed his attention was the smeared paint along your bare hands and arms… and your thighs, and shoulders, your chest… even your cheeks were smudged with soft greens and yellows.

You had been painting again.

You loved painting… he was glad to see you hadn’t changed so much. But then again, he could be rather arrogant to think you’d stop your lifestyle just because of him, especially since you made it a point to push him out of it.

Then he saw your face.

Those Amber eyes… filled with emotions that made Alex’s blood run cold, only because he couldn’t read them.

Had you hated him…? He couldn’t blame you.

“That my shirt…?”, suddenly, the note to avoid pettiness had left the window.

It was official when you cocked your hip and leaned against your doorframe, an unimpressed brow arched high..

“Looked better on me anyway…” you shrugged, sipping the tea from the mug clutched firmly in your hand.

“Miss me that much?”, he pulled his sunglasses off and titled his head.

“A bit ironic isn’t it?” You sighed, peaking over his shoulder as if bored with him already and hoping for someone else to arrive.

“Don’t see how..”, Alex shrugged, pushing past you and into your home without a second though.

What you said next, well he had it coming.

“Look who’s popping up on my front porch, and pushing themselves back in again.”

You had made a valid point, and he avoided turning around to face you again, moving through your house towards your studio instead.

You followed, arms crossed and eyes rolled hard. But deep down in the pit of your stomach, those butterflies became to swarm.

You missed this man undeniably. The shirt you wore was only a fraction of the many you had folded neatly in his drawer you still kept…

Not a night went by where you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep with the help of old love letter readings, where you hadn’t driven yourself mad with his name on your lips and your fingers buried between your legs.

You missed Alex dearly. Painfully…

Right now, seeing him felt like a dream, watching and following close behind him as he moved down the halls of your home and into your studio.

The brightness only added to the euphoric feeling in your chest. You watched as he smirked to himself… his eyes took in the various unfinished canvases stacked along the walls, and the shelves piled high with old paint bottles…

The portrait you made of him still hung high above all your other beautiful works.

“Thought you promised to burn that…”, he cleared his throat and tugged off his thin striped blazer.

“Never got around to it..”, you mumbled, moving over to plant yourself down on the old stool in front of your canvas in progress.

“Nice to see you’re still painting… you make quite the mess too.”, he nodded towards your paint covered skin.

You were both childishly dancing around the words that burned on your mouths, like hot gum. Alex nearly felt his skin burn alone at the sight of you. The high open windows let a light in that made you appear ethereal…

Messily decorated and smudged with every color of the rainbow, you were magnificent.

“What’re you doing here, Alex.”, you frowned and watched as his body blew around to face you, limp like a puppet on a string.

Perhaps your string.

“You know why, love. Why’d you let me in…?”, he stepped closer and your frown deepened.

He looked calm, too calm, like he knew how this would all play out and that alone made you bubble with agitation.

“…You know why.”

He swallowed, and you could’ve swore the tips of his ears began to redden, hidden by the fallen Sandy locks of his un-gelled hair.

He liked pressing your buttons, making you tic…

“You’re too cruel...” He spoke, and finally he stood close enough to grip the collar of his shirt you wore, rubbing the fabric between his trembling fingers.

“Don’t do that…”, you glared up at him from your sitting position. “That isn’t fair and you know that.”

You hated how nonchalant he could be. You felt your body begin to brim and you swallowed thickly. The sun from the windows began to bake you both and the tension was rising to a suffocating high.

He needed you, wanted you, craved you like a drug and you wanted to hear him say it.

You didn’t care how…

With tears in his eyes, sweat on his brow, on his knees, underneath you, panting and out of breath…

You wanted him weak, and broken… and at your mercy.

As Alex stared down at you now, he felt his heart was about to beat from his chest. He knew he had stepped into the lion’s den and he didn’t want to look back.

Just then you shot up from your sitting position, acting off sheer instinct when you crushed your lips against his own. He immediately returned it, gripping at your hips and waist with an urgency.

It was like a fire had been lit between the two of you, electrifying and full of something you had grown to know all to well.

Alex’s mouth worked with ravenous intent, and it irked you in the back of your mind to think he had become rather spoiled in your… toxic patterns.

Your lips lingered on each other’s for only a moment longer before you felt yourself being backed into what you quickly learned was your work bench. With one strong arm’s sweep, Alex sent all your paints and colors to the ground with a clattering crash.

He caught your mouth in another painfully delicious kiss before your protests could be heard, lifting you up with ease and setting you down in place.

You had grown drunk.

You had began to devour each other with a fever and soon, you found yourself growing undone. Alex slotted himself firmly between your thighs, his hands reluctantly leaving the smooth skin of your hips and waist to squeeze their plushy flesh in calloused, ringed hands.

You mewled into his mouth and soon, he pulled away, paying close attention to the clean, unmarked skin of your neck. He’d have to change that. Alex payed very close attention to detail indeed.

You rolled your hips against his own and you knew he felt it too, his gentle groans rippling between the two of you. Alex touched your body with the same possessiveness you had shamelessly missed, and now you could only return the favor…

If he’d let you. If he’d let your head stop spinning and hand you the controls.

You felt his fingers find your center, thumb pressing feebly against that swelling ball of nerves that had began to call his name, still protected by the thin layer of your lace underwear... You couldn’t help but gasp, back arching off the table, hips pressing into his palm in search of that friction…

You could feel his smile against your neck, pleased and appreciative… knowing all to well how nicely his fingers made you tick. You rolled your neck around, his lips still painting the flesh more vivid than your violet paints before finally, your cursed and pressed your hands to his chest.

You shoved him back with a new found force, panting and panicked, in a flushed daze.

Alex stumbled until ultimately tripping onto his back, elbows planted into the sheet covered ground as the fallen paints from before splashed up all around him in vibrant puddles. Various hues of red, yellow, violet, and gold touched his clothes, his bare arms and cheeks… splashes of color slapped his skin and hair in a way that could only make such a mess look like art.

Lust swam between his and your own stormy gaze. Hair disheveled, eyes dark, lips swollen and glossed with desire. You didn’t share a word then, none were needed.

You raked a slow hand through your hair and cursed, licking your lips and eyeing the space around you before your eyes found home again in his. Alex stared up at you, swallowing thickly, pink paint rolling down his cheeks only to blend with his natural flushed state.

“Your shirt…”, you breathed, fixing his dress-shirt on your shoulders. “Take it off.”

He quickly obeyed, arms flexing up as he pulled the suddenly obnoxious fabric over his shoulders to toss it somewhere unimportant.

“Pants… and everything else.”, you moved in sync with him this time.

The clatter off his belt was the only thing that could be heard as the two of you shuffled to rid yourselves of any restraints. As Alex finally tossed his jeans, boots and socks aside, he gulped.

He watched as the thin lace underwear you wore slid down your legs, dropping off your ankles to the ground below. He was embarrassingly hard, his arousal prominent in the glossed, flushed red tint of his length.

You slid off the counter and towards him before Alex was finally leaned back on his elbows, quiet and hungry with anticipation for you.

He only wanted to be devoured by you…

“This paint is cold…”, only to fill the silence he spoke, unsteady and nervous. The spilt paint had indeed began to coat his thighs and arms with every shift of his body.

You could only chuckle, you wished you had a camera.

You lowered yourself down slowly, movements careful and calculated. Finally you sat on his thighs straddling him close once he sat up to hug you tight.

“You’re not in charge, Alex… I am.”, you whispered against his mouth, already parted for you taste once more.

“You’ve annoyed me, today. And now I’m going to take it all out… on you.”

That stung, in a way that shot right down to his erection, instantly twitching in approval. Your eyes bore into his soul and stripped him down to nothing. Eye to eye with you alone made him feel as if he couldn’t last another moment.

Alex knew you wouldn’t care, you’d simply sit back to watch him finish, call him names. He secretly liked how cruel you could be like this… He was putty in your hands.

“So mean…”, he murmured, just as your lips met his own.

Your hands, now dipped and smeared with wet pigment ran down his his bare neck and chest until he was graffitied down with crimsons and blues. The purple shades on his neck were rather artistic too.

Back then you had been known to be friends with the pretty boys, when you and Alex found each other… he had fought to be your favorite. Now he he was all yours and best of all… you were his.

Too lost in your lips, he hadn’t realized when you lifted your hips, only to slide down onto him with a slowness that made his shiver. His limbs tightened briefly, gasping against your mouth as you two groaned out careful praises.

You tightened around him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sinking into your velvety warmth in a daze. You began to roll your hips and he cursed your name, his jaw going slack as the pleasure shot through him in waves.

You were in pure ecstasy, your mouth falling open, eyes rolling back as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His shirt began to slide down your painted shoulders, and Alex took the opportunity to kiss the soft skin, biting gently as you rocked faster.

Your head was spinning, the pleasure and emotion sending you reeling into an oblivion. Your rasped cries began to madden and soon you hissed at the sting of Alex’s bite, pulling away enough to shove him down completely.

Alex laid flat on his back, his fair falling from his eyes as he stared up at you, gripping your hips to leave hand prints of magenta and black for later… Your movements quickened, roughened and soon the two of you were lost in each others cries.

You stared down at him, your hips keeping rythme as you watched him closely. Alex looked dazed, eyes half-lidded as his broken, hoarse groans were returned with breathless giggles and sweet praises.

You watched as he took your hands and guided them around his throat, eyes a-little wider now, pleading and desperate. Alex loved to be hurt… you quickly learned that about him.

You learned that he liked not always being in control, especially if it meant you’d ruin him like this. Angry, desperate, rough… he joked about how sick he must be to enjoy such things, but if that were the case you wish everyone were as sick as him.

You stared down at him, lips parted as you leaned down to kiss him slow. It was messy and frantic, a thin string of saliva stretching between the two of you as you pulled away, pressing him down into the ground by his throat when he chased your mouth for more.

For a moment you forgot yourself, in the pleasure, in the emotions, in him.

You tightened your grip around his throat, clenching yourself around him, watching as his cheeks and ears went up in rosy flames. How he groaned out your name in frantic, broken cries and his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweetest spot at a delicious angle.

You cooed, brushing some more hair from his glossy eyes. Sweat glazed over the both of your painted bodies, and you knew Alex was close when he tried to slow your hips to a gentler pace.

“Hands off, darling…~”, you purred, hands leaving his neck to scrape down his chest.

Alex shuttered, whining out in his deeper register, words incoherent now as you bounced your hips steadily. Sounds that were anything but innocent began to bounce off the walls and Alex felt his stomach tighten.

“St-stop, love. I’m coming. Darling, please- I-!”, his pleads were false, Alex knew it. He wanted to be driven mad.

Your hands found his throat again, squeezing hard just as he felt his body tense and release, his bucking upwards and finally locking down into the paint soiled hardwood.

He shook gently, stuttering around a stream of curses along with your name as he finally spilled over. He could hardly breath, his breath catching in his throat as he saw stars, your hands still wrapping around his throat.

Alex assumed the intensity had already reached its peak as you finally slowed your hips to a stop, letting him ride out his orgasm and returning his breath… until your hips began to move once more.

You mentally swooned at the way he stuttered into hushed pleas almost immediately, gripping your hips so hard he’d leave bruises for the following days to come.

You laughed aloud, dreamy and in love. Seeing him so ruined beneath you after how cocky he had been earlier.. it drove you mad.

“I’m not finished, Al…~”, you purred, kissing down his neck as he turned his head to the side, desperate to control himself.

His stomach tightened and released again and he nearly saw white, the over-stimulation so beautiful it hurt.

“M’- I- sweetheart, please-~”, over and over the helpless begs spilled from his lips, and you couldn’t help but comb your fingers though his purple streaked hair.

You felt that knot begin to tighten in your stomach and soon you, slowed down, clenching around him as your body jerked in place, the orgasm hitting you like a shockwave, and Alex as well.

You cried out, collapsing on top of him as he held you close. His dress shirt had fallen to pool around your elbows and waist now, your chest ok full display pressed against his own.

You let it wash over, your heart racing a mile a minute, and you could feel Alex’s too. You kissing his bare shoulders and cheeks, soothing the intensity as you both came down…

There was a moment where it had just been breathing. Erratic, then hesitant, then steady… the two of you coached each other through it with touch alone.

After another moment, you sat up again and slowly pulled yourself off of him, watching as Alex peered up at you, eyes hardly open.

“Are you alright…?”, you questioned softly, rubbing his chest, and adding your name in purple paint.

He only nodded, small yet firm , resting his hands on your thighs and smearing them yet again with partial hand prints.

“…Let’s talk, Alex.”

It was evident that there was much to be discussed, the wave of ecstasy only leaving you both with a feeling of… anxiety.

It was only after a shared shower with colorful mud mixed water running down your limbs, hushed giggles and gentle kisses on warm wet skin, that the two of you could then cuddle up and talk…

———

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

A/N: This was…filthy. But I feel like it was fitting. Submissive Alex, rough sex on the floor, in an art studio, covered in paint… He can be so odd yet captivating with romance. I love him.

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[sw33tsuccubus]

✮𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈✮

Always purposefully leaves an article of clothing at your house whenever he stays over. Sometimes a hoodie, sometimes a tee shirt, sometimes a button down. It’s always an excuse to come back, even though he doesn’t need one. He always smiles to himself when you wear his clothes, however.

He writes the sweetest things about you, in the forms of poetry and lyrics. Some things are too personal to put in song, some even too personal to show you. He keeps these in a shoe box he keeps hidden under his bed.

He loves writing you love letters, putting how he feels into words so you’re always updated. As time goes on, they get more descriptive and the words and meanings behind them more powerful. In the beginning it’s all cutesy and gives you butterflies, and the longer the relationship, the deeper the feels they give you.

He would never fuel whatever goes on when a fight starts. He always calms himself and asks you to do the same so you can talk like humans. Sometimes he’s angry, sometimes he says things he doesn’t mean, and he always feels bad after. If he ever says anything that hurts you, he asks you to slap him.

If you cry, he cries. Your emotions might as well be his as well. He hates seeing you upset, he’s always working to make sure your favorite snacks are always in the kitchen and your favorite clothes always cleaned. If you’re mad, he gives you a hug and kisses your hair, asking you to calm down.

When he’s upset, he asks to be left alone. He comes to you after a few moments, laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. He takes deep breaths, taking your hand in his and squeezing it softly. He mumbles lyrics to his favorite songs, though sometimes he’ll prefer silence.

He loves getting drunk with you and dancing in the kitchen. Sometimes you make cookies together and dance to old love songs. Laughing at how fun it is, but also at how intimate it is. He loves brushing your hair out of your face and kissing it all over. As sloppy as it is, it makes the two of you giggle. When the cookies are done, you eat them all and head to bed, getting tangled in the others’ limbs.

He’s a bit of a snorer. It’s not terribly loud, but it’s not quiet. It was a nightmare when you first started sleeping in the same bed, but it was easy to adjust to. As long as you could wake up to him in the morning, his peaceful sleeping face or his cute just-woken up one. Sometimes he’ll talk in his sleep, and you’ve had a conversation once or twice. It’s hilarious.

He loves taking you on dates. Dinner could range from crappy takeout food to a fancy restaurant. He’ll walk around a store with you, an arm around you and look at all the merchandise. He always buys you some bracelet or some snack. He loves driving late at night and blasting music. He loves cuddling up to you while bundled under a blanket and watching some random movie.

Pet names kind of slip from his lips. Darling, dear, love, baby. Even when he calls your name, it’s filled with intent. His accent makes it sound just right, like your name is only his to say.

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[rentsturner]

Alex Turner boyfriend headcanons

an: I haven’t written in a really fucking long time (if head canons count as writing idk?) so apologies if these are shit or there's typos and whatnot. Many thanks to @dropofdrool for helping me proof read and organise these, it’s much appreciated <3. finally, I know Alex is a real person but this is a work of FICTION and I have approached this as if writing for a fictional character - I am making no assumptions about Alex as a real person, just in case anyone wants to come at me. thanks for reading

AT HOME

He smells like cigarettes and clean laundry

You call him Elvis to annoy him - he will sulk about it for at least an hour (or at least pretend to) until you relent and apologise

He secretly quite likes it though

Making him watch Love Island and him being so confused and slightly scared

‘Are they allowed guitars in the villa?’ ‘I would get so bored in there’

Eventually gets invested in all the drama and is hooked

Will watch it every night even if you’re not there (traitor)

You definitely get handwritten love letters left round the house (come on we’ve all seen the evidence)

eg when he goes on tour, you’ll find little notes hidden in the pocket of your jeans or in the back of your phone case

He knows so many obscure and random words that you’ve never heard of and he’ll just throw them into a conversation sometimes to annoy you

He’s always jotting lyrics in his notebook and you have to wonder if he’s writing about you

When you argue you proper argue cos neither of you likes to admit you’re wrong

You always end up sorting it out though (usually with alex buying you flowers and a good dose of make up sex)

Alex is a pro napper - he falls asleep so easy and anywhere, it’s a habit from all the time he’s spent on tour

One of his favourite things is to have a nap with you, legs tangled together, him softly snoring into your shoulder

When he wakes up his hair is all ruffled and his eyes bleary, but he’s never looked better

Both reading your books together before bed <3 (he defo has reading glasses)

Alex has tried to teach you to play guitar so many times, but it always ends in sex

Cos he thinks the best way to teach you is to put his hands over yours, and press himself right up against your back, and whisper soft praises in your ear when you don’t fumble a chord, and then he sees your soft skin just where your neck joins your shoulder and he can’t help but press open mouthed kisses there and then you’re distracted and then…

It’s obviously never going to end well

ON TOUR

Obviously he tours a lot and most of the time you will travel with him, if he’s not busy

When he comes off stage he has two moods

He will either be so hyped and take hours to calm down, like will be constantly making some form of physical contact with you (holding your hand, pressing himself against your back, forehead kisses, normal kisses, randomly grabbing your hands and dancing with you)

Or he will be really quiet and tired, you can see it in his face that the concert has just taken it out of him

Usually when he’s like this, you just sit with him backstage for a while, just the two of you, sometimes in comfortable silence or sometimes just whispering sweet nothings to him and playing with his hair

You try not to let him speak too much cos if he’s in that mood then his throat is probably feeling rough

He usually just needs an hour or two to decompress, then he’s back to his usual self, he always apologises to you after for being like that, but you don’t mind looking after him, he would do the same for you

It's sometimes hard being away for him for so long when he’s on tour

like when he’s touring the day of your anniversary

He thinks you’re at home, he facetimed you that morning and had sent your present in the post to be delivered.

However, the rest of the boys secretly fly you (along with a few of your best mates) out to the show and manage to get a place in the front pit

You bring a massive poster sign saying ‘SHEFF WEDS R SHITE’ which easily gets his attention after a few songs

He goes to shout something rude but then he sees your beaming face under the poster, he can’t believe his eyes

He goes on to play all of your favourite songs with the biggest smile on his face and literally can’t take his eyes off you the entire show

After the show you manage to get backstage to see him and he’s so happy to see you

‘You didn’t really mean what you said on the poster though, did you?’

ON HOLIDAY

Holidays all the time, Alex loves taking you away

Like when he’s touring, if you aren’t working or busy, he’ll fly you out to join him in whatever city he’s in

You’ll usually go out for lunch during the day and sit by the pool in the hotel they’re holed up in, then go and watch the concert in the evening

You see so many cities that you’d never usually go to thanks to him

When he’s not touring he loves going on adventure holidays - biking, hiking, horse riding, skiing, bungee jumping - if it involves thrills or good views, he’s down.

even if you refuse to do some of the scarier stuff, he doesn’t mind - he loves just having you there, and he needs someone to take the photos of course!

basically it would just be the dream life icl

#Alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner headcanons #Arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys headcanons #alex turner fic #alex turner fics #My writing

[anya-anya002]

More lil thoughts <3

-bedtime, just bedtime. Being all cozy and tangled up underneath the sheets. In the winter the air is dry so the slither of the window being open is quite normal. But not the freezing air that creeps within the cracks that lay beneath you two. He pulls you in closer most times, frustrated from all the cold.

-Imagine getting high asf with him around the city. You took him to this THC infusion cafe and bought coffee…you both were gone within the hour. Just wandering around the streets giggling and looking around at all towering skyscrapers and clouds that crawled by. (He‘d never say this to anyone but you but he had an high moment when you were wandering in a Target because he thought too hard about the idea of Cool Ranch Dorito seasoning-)

-Him getting overwhelmed and tired that the only thing he can think to do to relieve stress is to suck on your breasts. His lips wrapping around your nipple as you scroll through you phone. His eyes instantly fluttering shut once you give in and cradle his head to your chest.

-Both of you being big on napping. On tour? You’re both knocked the fuck out in his bunk. At a party? You got too high and he didn’t wanna be around people for that long, you both took a nap in the guest room. Either way, neither of you play about napping. You’re both like two little cats.

-A professor Al’ one. You smoking on your porch early mornings with him. The first of many peaceful things of the day as you sit close and listen to him talk about a new film he’s seen or a new record store that’s opened up in the city. He dreads 6:00 am, begrudgingly getting dressed for work as you watch him from the doorway of the living room.

-Reading books around/ with him. You’re laid across his lap on the couch or in the back of the car reacting to each page you read aloud as he follows along silently. His fingers trail against the side of your head as you complain about how stupid the main character is being, lightly chuckling at your remarks.

-Teaching him how to use a phone (don’t lie…he’s paw paw-). This man forgets his password every 4 business days, he always calls or texts you for the password like he didn’t make the Netflix account 🧍🏿. You’ve started to just keep a tally of which account he forgets the most (…it’s his Spotify-)

-Watching reality tv with him. He swore he would never watch such insanity, but there he is shouting “she really just say that to her?” while you nod in silent agreement. He's probably more caught up than you, especially when he's touring. No you aren’t horrid like the cast, but it somehow warms his heart knowing on the other side of the world you're probably watching the same show. (Imagine him watching 90 day 🧍🏿-)

- funeral director one…Mr. Turner’s most prized possession is a gold plated trocar. It’s usually hung up in his office where no one can see it, but when he first taught you embalming he brought it out just for “good luck”. (He was indeed half hard watching you hold his most favorite item in the world-)

#anya—anya #my fics #alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #blurb #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #fluff #slice of life #headcanon #it’s a vibe

[blair-s-world]

Introducing the first fanfic that I’m working on.

The fanfic will be around Alex Turner, the Arctic Monkeys, the TLSP supergroup and WAGs.

I plan onto adding a lot of fluff, smut and angst in it, but not really the kinky stuff because I just want it that way? There may be chapters including drug usage, alcohol consumption and physical violence.

There will be a lot of song references, not only the main ones, will try to bring in the underrated songs into the mix. Expect the great moments of the interviews, recordings, fan interactions and on/off stage performances to be included in here. Will also make some social media au and group chat conversations because I freaking adore them.

I’ll clear out some things about the storyline. In this fanfic, I have planned the main character to have strength and power. She’s a rich girl, generational wealth. Rest of the characters will brought in as the story develops. But I really wanted to put out a story where the character is a girl boss. There will be POVs from almost everyone. I haven’t decided how many chapters it will go on but it’s gonna be a great one.

If you have any prompts to be added within the story as a special episode, I’ll happily do so.

As I put out chapters or blurbs, please please please give feedback! Either comments or personal text here.

Last but not least, if you want to be tagged, DM.

Introducing the fanfic,

CHROMA

I don’t know why I wrote this but just consider this as introduction or a disclaimer?

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #jamie cook #matt helders #miles kane #nick o malley #favourite worst nightmare #the car tour #tlsp #tlsp2 #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fluff #alex turner smut #alex turner x you #alexander turner #alex turner x oc #alex turner x reader #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic #alex turner headcanons #alex turner angst #alex turner in a red sweater is my spirit animal #alex turner social media au #tranquility base hotel and casino #humbug era #humbug #sias #sias era #arabella #wpsiatwin

[ehilikeshoney]

Ik it’s 2:40 AM and I should be sleeping at such time, but it’s basically CC day today and I have this thought that has been living rent free in my head for quite a while now, a thought that I really wanna share with you guys.

Ok, so hear me out on this one:

Alex do be the kind of guy who could talk for hours uninterrupted about some heavy machinery or high tech thingie or whatever and explain in great detail how to build it, use it and even decompose it and make a bomb out of the pieces or something like this, but also the guy who unironically complains and whines about ppl putting seeds in watermelons just to make his (and others’) life harder.

Alright, ty for listening (or reading in this case) 😔💕

#random thoughts #headcanon #criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case grimsborough #criminal case the conspiracy #alex turner #he’s so smart yet so silly at the same time I love him with my entire fucking being istg 😭😭😭💗💗💗

[alstroemeriatea]

WAYWARD SISTERS truthers WYA

(i’m tipsy and am thinking abt wayward sisters so it’s headcanon time)

- patience goes shopping for produce specifically. she always knows what fruits are good on the inside. what watermelons are the sweetest. what oranges claire will like the best. she has the Intuition

- kaia has a locket with her mother and father in it. her father died from cancer when she was a child. her mother died later in her life. they were good parents.

- claire smokes hella weed (but when kaia is having a bad day she lays off fr bc kaia is a recovering drug addict and doesn’t need substances close by)

- alex gets along best with dean bc she’s an old soul and has the winchester’s taste in music

- claire and cas sometimes take walks together in national parks. donna tags along and meets up with her cop buddies who are friends with park rangers. they all have a good time

- jody has a special framed photo of owen (her deceased son) on the mantle next to a group photo of her, donna, and all their girls. there’s another one with TFW 2.0 close by. it’s a special mantel

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #claire novak #patience turner #alex jones #kaia nieves #jody mills #donna hanscum #wayward sisters #i’m literally going insane #why couldn’t we have had wayward sisters fr #headcanons

[horriddler]

sam motherfucking collins

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redacted sam #sam collins #sam motherfucking collins. #the last shadow puppets #he’s so alex turner #Spotify

[captainwans]

IT’S MTV, YOU JUST GOT SLIMED!

— ALEX TURNER

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: y/n y/l/n graciously accepted her well deserved award from mtv, but little did she know that she was going to get slimed in the process.

warning: nothing but teeth-rotting fluff, humor, laughter and prankster!alex. this is chapter is based and inspired from scarlett johansson’s generation award at the mtv in 2021.

word count: 1,4k | ( gif not mine! )

arabella series!

masterlist!

... [Y/N] HELD THE MTV AWARD WITH BOTH OF HER HANDS, EYES LOOKING AT HERSELF FROM THE COMPUTER THAT WAS PLACED IN FRONT OF HER. She held a graceful smile on her delicate features as she sat crossed legged, waiting for the screen to load. She quietly mumbled what she was gonna say, completely oblivious of Alex standing at the end of room with a devilish smile plastered onto his face.

Since she couldn’t attend the awards and be there physically, she was given the opportunity to make a video due to filming overseas. She was currently joining Alex on tour, having a few weeks off before she was going back to filming her new movie. She was sat beside Matt’s daughter, Amelia, who had all of her art supplies sprawled onto the table.

“Auntie, is that real popcorn?” Amelia asked her, turning her head toward [Y/N] with a curious look.

Her question earned a lot of laughs, including the actress who softly laughed at the little girl. She ruffled her hair before squeezing her cheeks. “No, but I wish it was. Golden popcorn sounds delicious, doesn’t it, bug?” She replied back with a grin, making the little girl giggle as she went back to her drawing.

[Y/N]’s gaze averted away from the little girl toward her computer screen. Her heart fluttered, along with a swarm of butterflies erupting inside her stomach as the screen showed the live broadcast of the MTV Awards. She cleared her throat and fixed her hair, watching the countdown on the screen.

“While [Y/N] [Y/L/N] couldn’t be here with us physically, she’s here live with us right now to receive the award! Everyone, give it up for our favorite Marvel superhero, [Y/N]!” The host announced, and the actress smiled as she heard the crowd cheer from the computer screen.

[Y/N]’s smile widened, using her other hand to wave at the screen. “Thank you all so so much for voting! It marks almost 10 years of being apart of the MCU franchise, and having your love and support means the world to me!” She said with another bright smile as she held the heavy award tightly into her hands.

“Winning Best Actress two years in a row is something that I’m very honored and proud of, and I will continue to work hard and aiming for the best!” She continued as her eyes were glued to the screen, not being aware of Alex almost tip toeing behind her with a bowl of green slime placed into his calloused hands.

[Y/N] continued with her speech, being too focused to not notice everyone around her holding their breath as they watched Alex sauntering toward her with a grin.

Amelia noticed him and was about to say something, but stopped once she saw him placing a finger to his lips. She glued her mouth shut by placing her hands on her mouth. Her muffled giggles earned [Y/N]’s attention for a brief second, but she didn’t let that disturb her and went back with her speech.

Katie grimaced, sitting beside Jamie as the couple watched the spectacle in front of them. “He’s not gonna do it, right?” She whispered, looking at her husband with a look.

Jamie pressed his lips together to stifle back a laugh. He quietly snickered and nodded his head. “Oh, yes. Just watch.”

[Y/N] felt a presence standing beside her, but she ignored it as she was about to finish with her heartfelt speech to her fans. “Lastly, I wanna thank my wonderful cast members, and—“ she managed to say before her speech was interrupted by her audible gasp.

Nick and Miles doubled with laughter as they watched Alex pouring green slime on her. Amelia shrieked with laughter and grimaced, watching the ooze smearing down her face.

[Y/N] felt a sticky, cold and thick matter being poured on her head. She let the award hit her lap with a small yelp, feeling the heavy liquid trickling down her neck and she whirled her head to her husband.

“Alex, what the heck?!” She loudly chided. Her mouth bit back a curse word, noticing Amelia being in the room with them. She closed her mouth and furiously wiped off the slime from her face.

Alex, who was grinning like a child, inched closer to the screen, waving at the live broadcast before turning his attention to his wife. “It’s MTV, you just got slimed!”

Jamie face-palmed with a laugh, leaning his body against Katie, who was a mess from laughing. “Oh, Alex.”

The actress gagged and spit out the slime from her mouth before looking at him with an annoyed look. “That’s Nickelodeon!” She growled, trying to brush off the sticky texture out from her shirt but failing.

Alex looked back and forth from his wife and to the bowl that was placed into his hands. His face faltered for a moment and hummed as he realized. “Oh.”

His response earned another loud session of laughter. Matt and Breana captured the scene with their phones. Jamie and Katie were almost falling off the couch from laughing. Nick and Miles pointed their finger to the lead vocalist with a loud cackle, dying at his response.

[Y/N] was fuming and she mumbled incoherent things as she used her sleeve to remove the slime. She looked at the camera, giving them a tip-lipped smile. She heard the crowd going crazy at Alex’s appearance and she chuckled. Crimson danced across her cheeks and she felt blood rush through her ears, forgetting that they were live. “Well, this is gonna be all they’re gonna talk about on Twitter.” She told her viewers, waving to the camera before closing her computer.

[Y/N] felt him inch closer and she swatted his hands away at his attempt to remove the slime from her hair. “Don’t—Don’t touch me, Alexander.” She said in a stern voice, taking the towel away from his hands.

Amelia stood up from her seat and rushed over to her and grabbed the towel to clean her face. “Let me, Auntie!”

[Y/N]’s face softened at the little girl, closing her eyes as she let her do the work. She gently squeezed her hand, “Thank you, bug.”

Alex stifled back a laugh and nodded his head. He was trying so hard not to crack, and as much as he tried to hold it in he couldn’t. His chest vibrated from laughter and he slapped his knees before collapsing on the couch beside her.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, her lips curving upwards unknowingly at the sound of his laughter. She opened her eyes, meeting Amelia’s doe-eyes staring right back at her with a toothy grin, which she returned. Her gaze averted way from her toward the others, a small scowl etched onto her face watching her friends still crying and dying from laughter.

“Are you guys done?”

Miles wiped his eyes with his hand and cleared his throat, giving her an apologetic look. “Sorry, love, but you should’ve seen Alex’s face—it was memorable!” He said, his voice cracking at the end making everyone double with laughter.

Amelia was in [Y/N]’s arms and she shifted her body so that she was facing her. “You should give uncle Al a hug.” The little girl said, eyes tinted with slight playfulness and wiggling her eyebrows making the actress chuckle.

Alex’s head shot up toward Amelia, giving her a pout before quickly standing up from the couch. He let out another breathy laugh as he slowly backed away. “Oh, c’mon, Mia. Don’t give her any ideas.” He pleaded, grimacing as he watched her standing up from the couch.

“What a great idea, Amelia. Alex, honey, I forgive you. Now come here you deserve a hug.” She said with a sweet smile as she sauntered toward him with her arms wide open.

Alex cocked his head to the side, shaking his head with a deep scowl. “You know what, I think I’m good.” He brushed her off as he walked backwards and nearly tripping on his feet.

“You don’t want my hugs?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows, her lips turning into a downwards pout. She wanted to laugh at his horrified expression, watching as he used Miles as his shield.

“My hair is freshly gelled, I don’t want to ruin it. Darling, we have a show in a few—“ he excused behind Miles, who was still cackling, and bolted away mid sentence and ran to the door.

[Y/N] scoffed and sprinted toward the door. “Oh, so you’re worried about your hair?! I spend three hours on mine! You’re lucky I’m not divorcing your ass for this!” She yelled at him as she chased him.

“And I got all of this on camera!”

#captainwans navigation #alex turner x reader #alex turner #alex turner fluff #alex turner fic #alex turner imagines #alex turner one shot #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner fic rec #fetus alex turner #alex turner series #alex turner arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys headcanons #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys masterlist #artic monkeys masterlist #alex turner masterlist #alex turner x fem! reader #fetus alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x oc #alex turner x you

[koiimii]

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚…

- 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

- 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

- 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙃𝙞𝙢

- 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

————

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦

- Alex loves reading. Both books and the paper. He carries his reading glasses on the collar of his shirt, or in his coat pocket.

- If he weren’t in a band, he would own a really nice bar and lounge. Live music, a reading area, and he’d be a bartender as well. It would probably have a soft of rustic, modern-baroque style.

- He chews cinnamon gum. He enjoys how it makes his tongue burn a little.

- Alex sometimes prefers for feminine scents when picking perfumes. They mix well with his natural lingering cigarette scent.

- He always keeps a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

- Twisting and tugging his rings has become a coping mechanism for his anxiety.

- Alex has a big sweet tooth for desserts and pastries. Especially homemade ones. Red velvet is a particular favorite.

- Aside from his favorites, a guilty pleasure of his when picking films are period pieces. He adores them. Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, Dead Poet’s Society, Dorian Gray…

- Alex really wants to learn French.

- He loves vintage pieces when choosing fashions. Jewelry, leather, belts… he likes the timeless feel.

- Alex is actually a very good cook. Baking, and bartending too! He loved a homemade margarita or a Moscow Mule

- Usually in an interview where Alex is wearing sunglasses, he’s dozing off.



𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

- Alex loves when you wear the things he bought. He absolutely adores it. Especially things like dresses or lingerie.

- Alex secretly has a bit of a green thumb and loves to keep plants around the house, all named after his band mates, and you.

- He has a very naturel pout when he’s deep in thought, and likes when you kiss it to snap him out of it.

- Alex secretly enjoys being the little spoon when the two of you cuddle. He’s want you to press your chest to his back, and wrap your arms around him.

- Alex always likes to keep some extra sweaters, hoodies, and dress-shirts out for the finding of you. He loves seeing you roam around his house in his clothes. Drives him crazy.

- Alex loves making you worked up and mad. He likes your little bossy fits and your silent treatments, because then he can go out and fix them with gifts and things.

- Alex stutters quiet a bit when it’s just the two of you. He says it’s because no matter how long the two of you have been together, your still make him so very nervous.

- His favorite thing about you is your legs. He loves when you oil them on date nights, and they shine. He love how soft they are. He loves when your thighs thicken when you sit down. He loves when you wear heels. He likes to kiss your calves and up when you two are in bed together. He just loves your legs.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

- Alex is very hyper-sensitive. The little things turn him on or arouse him.

- if you could photograph Alex after sex, you’d have multiple photo albums. You’ve never seen such a pretty afterglow..

- His hair is disheveled and sweaty, stuck to his forehead.

- His lips are glossy and parted while he tries to catch his breath.

- His eyes are sleepy and low, yet they still get all big and doe eyed when you speak to him…

- Alex gets super lazy after sex. His aftercare is cuddles and kisses. - He just gives soft, dazed praises while you clean the both of you up, patting your thighs and kissing your exposed parts.

- His flush cheeks and nose are heart wrenching. You especially like how flushed he gets while he’s buried between your thighs.

- He loves when you caress or scratch his chest and back. Especially with longer, freshly done nails. If you don’t do it yourself, he’ll take your hand and guide it down his body to where he wants it the most.

- Alex has two very different moans. Usually, they’re very vocal. Long, drawn out groans and strained curses under his breath, or there’s the more breathless, whiny like moans you’ve come to favor. The way he cries out your name and his voice cracks before he hits that pinnacle of pleasure.

- Your neck is his go-to, especially your collarbone. It’s always his first target. Kissing, biting, licking, he just loves your reactions.

- There was no in between when you and Alex made love. In the mornings, soft sex was perfect. Both still very sleepy, his strong arms holding you close, holding your leg in the air as he buried his nose into your neck. Keeping his thrusts slow and lush. His cheeks puffed and rosy, fluffy disheveled hair and doe eyes staring up at you as you ride him lazily, or sometimes he’d hold you close to his chest until you both spilled over. Soft breaths and whimpers exchanged, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear when he got close. It was all amazing.

- Rough sex was another story. When Al was pent up or frustrated, that’s when you knew you were in for it. Your wrists clutched firmly in his hands as he pounded into you. He especially loved it when you started to cry from the overwhelming pleasure. He’d kiss your tears but his rhythm never faltered or softened. He loved taking you from behind too, forcing you down into a cat-like arch and gripping your hips so hard he left imprints.

- You two came to agreement and made your safe word “Rosie.”

- Knee socks. You thought they were childish at first, but when Alex first saw you wear them to one of his concerts, he took you right there in his dressing you. Now you have a thousand pairs.

- On the rare occasion that Al us still energized after sex, he’s the King of Aftercare. Water on a tray, tea, a warm bath, a hot meal on the way, his clothes freshly out of the dryer so they’re warm when you wear them, he wants nothing more than to make you feel completely safe with him, especially after more intense love making.

- On stage, Alex is very immersed in his performance. When on-stage, he transforms. There was something erotic about the way his body moved, usually on its own. Grinding and rolling his hips, caressing his mic stand, getting down on his hands and knees… Alex couldn’t count the amount of times he’s found himself turned on during a performance or concert, having to quickly hide his erections the best he can.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

- When you first made it official, Alex desperately tried to get over it, but there was this mind eating feeling he had that he didn’t deserve you.

- After disagreements that are exceptionally bad, he’ll come find you afterwards like a timid child.

- “Are you still upset with me, love…?”

- He hates waking up alone. He just feels like once he’s off stage, no one cares for the real Alex. He always need you in bed with him.

- He’s a terrible sleeper. He gets no where near enough sleep and so he tries to nap whenever he can.

- He’s tried to stop smoking so many times, but he really struggles with anxiety.

- You had been shouting at him once and quickly stopped when you realized he was having a panic attack.

- “I’m not good at this relationship thing am I?”

- When Alex realizes his accent is “too much”, he tries to correct so it’s easier to comprehend.

- When faced with chances to open up about his own emotions, he automatically brushes it off or gets distant.

- “I don’t know, does anyone really care what I think?”

- “I’ve just gotten used to not having the last word…”

#Alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner headcanons #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys #writing #light angst #fluff #love

[manyakcizim]

#yasakelma #alex turner fanfic #actors #television #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fanart #wolfstar headcanon #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar fanfiction #ismail hacıoğlu #health & fitness #movies #wolfstar fic

[00qad-fandom]

Who are 00QAD? - Part 4 - Alex

00QAD is a crossover between James Bond and the 2015 TV show London Spy and for those new to the fest and to the fandom we thought we'd introduce you to our motley crew.

Name: Alex Turner Nickname(s): Alister, Turner, 009, The Virgin, The Nose Sexuality/Romantic Orientation: Asexual-Grey/Demi/Ace Flux Job/Hobbies: Running, Hiking, Gardening Fun Fact(s): He was a tech and maths child prodigy but Francis wouldn't let him have a proper computer after he took her laptop apart and put it back together again. He earned his 00 number working with Felix in America these days mostly works remotely and with Q-branch. As part of his 00 training Moneypenny had to teach him how to flirt with women. Unfortunately, he still isn't very good at it. Eve thinks it's adorable. He turns as red as a tomato when he blushes He's a bit of a heartthrob in the Admin and Finance departments He has a secret love for sweet things, ice cream in particular which his partners love to indulge for totally unpornographic reasons. Favourite Drink: Green smoothies Favourite food/snack: Trail mix

#00QAD #Alex Turner #Headcanon Week

[mecornerstone]

milex headcanons,,

bothering each other with their headphones in the studio while recording; they would do it competitively. they also have a little board where they write the number of days the headphones haven't been broken: 0.

miles always looks at alex's lips and eyes but alex never does

alex IS a tease,,,

at first alex didn't know about miles' feelings and he was just teasing him and doing it just for the laugh. alex ends up finding out about miles' feelings (because they're obvious as fUck ngl) and decides to play along… might he end up catching the same feelings? is miles the 505 alex wants go back to unkonwlingly? (yes)

(based on the video where miles rejects alex in that standing next to me performance) miles, at some point, gets tired of alex teasing him bc he actually has feelings and it HURTS, so he rejects him out of pettiness

#milex #alex turner #miles kane #the last shadow puppets #arctic monkeys #tlsp #am #headcanons #everything you've come to expect #the age of the understatement #standing next to me

[spideyskrunkly]

These are my LGBTQ hcs for s1! The only people that aren't on here are Ramirez and Chief King, they're most likely straight allies 😶

#criminal case #cc headcanons #headcanons #grimsborough #david jeremiah jones #alex turner #nathan pandit #grace delaney #pride month

[myreyisbae]

Anyone have any Moonlight (2007) headcanons?

headcanon definition:

#CBS moonlight #moonlight cbs #moonlight tv #tv show #mick st. john #beth turner #alex o'loughlin #sophia myles #josef kostan #coraline duvall #headcanon #Moonlight headcanon