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I wanna be a party girl 💔

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me when I think I hate him but it’s actually bc we haven’t seen each other in 7 business days…

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I love her sm

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…but god I love the English

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doesn’t really matter, doesn’t really really matter

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Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back

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you can take a girl out of the messy teenager phase but you can't take the messy teenager phase out of a girl

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Chat, this photo has me kicking and giggling 🤭

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American Girls - Alex Turner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 729

Summary: Running into Alex Turner after being his classmate. Inspired by AM Alex.

Warnings: None! (sassy man warning 💅)

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You grew up with Alex Turner and went to high school with him. He never took an interest in you; he said that American girls weren't really "his thing" when you asked if he'd want to hang out. You settled for being a sort of fan when the Monkeys got big. You bought the records, and you told your friends that you knew him whenever he was mentioned. You expected their faces of interest. You expected them to ask if you knew he was gonna be famous. You expected their looks when you told them that he was kind of an ass. You did not expect him to walk into the bar every teen sneaks into as a rite of passage in your town, which also happened to be your current workplace.

He and his bandmates strode up to the bar, some slightly aware of a few of the turning heads. "Ey love, 'ow are you?" Alex greeted as he took a seat. For a moment, you thought he may have recognized you, but you quickly realized he was just being kind to the bartender, who he did not know, let alone remember. Ouch.

"Good, and you?" you smiled. He looked a bit taken aback by your American accent.

"I'm alright. Say how does an American girl make it to Sheffield?" he quipped.

"By plane,” you remarked, “or boat if you're old fashioned. What can I get you?"

"Whiskey, neat." You got to pouring the drink and felt his eyes staring at you as you went along. You started to feel a bit self-conscious. Your black tank top was tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. On top of that, you were sweaty from working and your hair was swept into a messy ponytail. "You look oddly familiar," he said as you slid his glass across the bar to him.

"Is that so?"

"I don't know if it's the accent or... you just remind me of this American gal I went to school with."

"No shit," you blurted. His eyebrows shot up. He stared at you for a bit and then the look of realization lit up in his eyes.

"No shit!" he repeated, "You!"

"You don't remember my name," you laughed at him and tried to hide that you were a bit hurt.

"Nah," his voice trailed, "yeah..." He looked up at you apologetically. "Well, that makes me seem like an asshole." He rubbed his temples. "Allow me to restart," he held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Alex, I'm an ass, and you are?"

You returned his handshake, "I'm Y/N, very nice to meet such a respectful ass." He chuckled and ran his hand along the side of his hair, effectively slicking back any stray strands. You helped a few other patrons before you heard him speak up again.

"So, what have you been up to Y/N?"

"Well," you gestured to the bar. "I feel like I should be asking you."

"I have interviews for that, but I'd much prefer to hear about you."

You felt a blush pool across your cheeks. Was he flirting with you?

"I finished secondary, tried university, wasn't my thing," you told him. His eyes lingered on the way you moved with your hands on your hips as you talked. "I wanted to be an artist, I, uh-, paint.," you stammered feeling a bit shy about your shattered dreams. "But, you know, or maybe you don't, but there's a lot of painters out there, so..."

"None as cute as you though I reckon," he said almost slyly as if he hadn't meant for you to hear it... like it was a secret.

"'Scuse me?" you laughed, wanting him to repeat himself to make sure you didn't just imagine the compliment.

"You're beautiful."

"I thought you weren't into American girls," you said skeptically treading around his advances, as tempting as they were.

"Times are changin'. You've changed," he replied.

"So you thought I was ugly?"

"What? No!" he yelped nervously. "That's not what I meant." His exasperation amused you and you began to giggle at him. It was cute, how flustered he got, over you. You pulled a napkin from a tray on the bar, scribbled your number on it, and slid it across the bar to him.

"Call me, Turner." His tensely pursed lips melted into a goofy smile.

"Yes ma'am."

A/N: Should I make a part two for this where they go out on a date or smthg? lmk 💋 thank you for reading🫶

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Technical Difficulties

Alex Turner x Reader

Word Count: 236 words (short and sweet)

Summary: Inspired by Alex's lack of technological skills. You try to help Alex with phone troubles.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

You and Alex laid in bed next to each other. You wrapped your arms around his torso while he was on his phone. You payed attention to something on the TV and gently brushed your fingertips across his biceps, when a sudden jerk of his arm startled you. “Damn this thing,” he grumbled while poking the screen aggressively.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked.

“It’s me damn phone. Can’t ever get it to work…” he said. The phone looked too small in his hands, and he held it at and odd distance.

It always amused you how awful he was with any sort of technology earning him the nickname grandpa among his fans. Yet, you tried to be understanding. “What are you trying to do?” I slightly giggled.

“Don’t laugh!” He pouted.

“Just tell me the problem Al.”

“I’m tryin’ to share this link.”

“With who?”

“Matt.”

“Okay,” you said and looked at the phone. On the screen was a meme similar to ones popular in the early 2010s, and you let out another chuckle at the outdated format. You simply held down the link to the image, and clicked share link. “See Alex, not so hard.”

“I beg to differ,” he rolled his eyes. You buried your head back into his chest as he went back about his business. About 5 minutes later you heard familiar a familiar "ugh!"

"Do you need my help again?"

"yeah."

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