ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Who's The Boss?

warnings: smut (sub!alex)

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You sat in your office, your film's director, Mark, on the other side of the desk. The two of you had been brainstorming ideas for the new movie's soundtrack for a while, but nothing seemed to click.

Mark sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I just can't find the right band for this movie. We need something fresh, edgy, and memorable."

You thought for a moment, your mind racing through a mental list of bands that might fit the bill. And then, it hit you like a bolt of inspiration. "Mark, I have an idea. What about Arctic Monkeys?"

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Arctic Monkeys? They're a great band, but do you think we can get them on board for our film?"

You leaned forward, your voice confident and persuasive. "I think we have a shot. They have a unique sound that could really complement the tone of our movie. Their music is edgy and has that raw energy we've been looking for. Plus, it would give the film a fresh, contemporary feel that could draw a younger audience."

Mark considered your words for a moment, then nodded. "You make a compelling case. If you think we can make it happen, let's go for it."

A sense of excitement welled up within you as you began making plans to contact Arctic Monkeys. Your bold and professional approach had won over the director, and now it was time to reach out to the rock stars who could bring your movie's soundtrack to life.

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A week later, you were in your office, impatiently tapping your fingers on the desk. Your heart raced as you waited for the arrival of Alex Turner, the lead singer of Arctic Monkeys. He was a rock star sensation, and your film project needed his band's music. You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there he was – Alex Turner, looking every bit the confident, charismatic rock star. With his gelled-back hair and a casual swagger, he strolled in, exuding an air of self-assuredness that filled the room. He wore skinny jeans on his tiny hips, paired with a huge belt buckle that drowned his entire figure, and black Chelsea boots.

He spotted you and smirked, making his way over to your desk. "Hey there," he said, his accentuated voice laced with a hint of charm as he took a seat. "You must be the Miss Y/L/N who's been searching for the sound of our band."

You nodded, trying to maintain your professional composure despite his cocky demeanour. "That's right, Mister Turner. I've known your music for a long time, and I thought it would be a perfect fit for my upcoming film."

His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, darling, you had good taste then. But what was in it for me, besides making your movie even more fabulous?"

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "Our team offered a fair deal, Mister Turner. Exposure and a chance to reach a new audience. This collaboration would be beneficial for both of us."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "You are a tough negotiator, I liked that. But I have to admit, you are quite irresistible too."

You resisted the urge to blush and stayed focused on the task at hand. "Let's keep this professional, Mister Turner. If you're interested, we can discuss the details and see if we can make this work."

He leaned back, still wearing that cocky grin. "Alright, sweetheart, let's talk business. But don't be surprised if I throw in a little extra charm to sweeten the deal."

As you delved into the details of the potential collaboration, you couldn't help but admire the self-confidence and charisma that made Alex Turner the rock star he was. It was clear that this meeting was just the beginning of a partnership that could shape the soundtrack of your upcoming movie.