⟨ 𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼 𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 ⟩ THIS STORY CONTAINS: mature content, it's signaled with (•) in the title.

The year is 1991. (Y/n) (L/n)'s band The Deafaids have just released their first album, to commercial and critical success. Around the same time, the band Blur has released their single "She's So High". The bands are on the same musical circuit. This meeting was inevitable. ~Alex James x reader x Damon Albarn~

--"drugs dont compare to the euphoria you bring." Vernon is on the verge of destroying his life through drug intoxication until he mets a girl who sells pleasure. Suddenly, he wanted to be sober.

❝Your smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.❞ // ❝Don't fool yourself, pretty boy.❞ - Timothee Chalamet x Reader THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED!! I do not consent to this story being republished on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user other than me.

| Alex Turner/Reader | An eccentric hotel owner and an inquisitive writer find solace in each other when they both seemed to be at the edge of rock bottom. 05/16/20 - #3 in ARCTIC MONKEYS 06/05/21 - #1 in ALEX TURNER X READER

Set in the 1800s, Princess Arabella De Vere is living the usual royal life with her Mother and Father as the King and Queen. But it all takes a turn when she finds a sudden interest in her servant Alexander Turner.

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My middle finger scrolled through the questions on my laptop, tapping loudly in annoyance. "Do you find yourself interrupted by sexual thoughts or desires as you are completing mundane daily tasks?" I asked him. Matty's index finger was tracing the square of his jaw now, which was atypically speckled with perfectly symmetrical stubble. I noticed every detail about him, the curve of his lips, the slant of his brows, the itty-bitty moles scattered on his face. "Sometimes," he answered. "For example, today, I was thinking about you in the shower, about how nice it'd be to fuck you against the glass door." I grinded my teeth together and clenched my hands tight. "Matty," I said, trying to be as firm as possible. "Those kinds of comments are inappropriate." Especially because I was imagining the same thing this morning, and for him to have been doing the same thing, it floored me. "You said to answer as truthfully and honestly as possible, Jones," he shrugged, toying with his hair. "My turn? Am I frustrating you, darling?"