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FAMILIAR STRANGER

pairing: professor!alex turner x student!fem!oc

word count: 5,5k words

𝑴𝑹. 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺.

the masterlist.

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄. | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮.

summary: nina collett is many things. she’s a devoted mother, a loyal friend, a daughter, and a dedicated student. each aspect of her life has challenges and its sacrifices and she is forced to confront these, demanding her constant attention. amidst the whirlwind of responsibilities and emotions, she finds her professor becoming more involved in her life than she expected, adding another layer of turbulence to her already chaotic life. balancing the fine line between professional boundaries and personal feelings was more difficult than she anticipated, all while she was trying to keep her life from unraveling.

warning: this series contains mature scenes, sexual references, character death, vulgar language, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mental illness, age gap (student in her twenties), an excruciating slow-burn (now i’m being dramatic, but you get the picture), other triggering topics, and all the feels (—i’m talking about sweet-teeth rotting fluff that makes you want to evaporate. or soul wrenching angst that feels like a punch in the gut). if any of themes, opinions or content upsets you or makes you uncomfortable, feel free to message me, or simply, do not read it.

𝓜atilda’s giggles echoed across the lawn, her small, wobbly feet landing on the soft grass with a wide grin etched on her freckled face. She babbled loudly, sauntering toward the swings, but just as she sped toward them, she stumbled on her feet. Her lips emitted a small squeal, and her knees hit the ground with a soft thud.

Her face contorted into a grimace, tears welling up in her eyes as she began to cry. Her lip quivered, soft whimpers escaping her as tears traced down her cheeks like a waterfall. She sniffled, placing her tiny hands on the grass to hoist herself up, but a tiny squeak escaped her as she saw the soil covering her hands. “Ma-ma,” Matilda wept, her brown eyes darting across the garden, desperately searching for her mother.

“Tilda,” Nina’s playful tone echoed across the house as she sauntered toward the living room, hoping to find her there, but to no avail. She was nowhere to be found. A frown reached her delicate features, and her eyebrows creased together as anxiety slowly crept in. Matilda would usually return the energy with her beaming smile, but this time, there was nothing.

A faint cry reached her ears from the garden, making her release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Baby,” she called in a soothing voice, walking toward the patio and stepping outside, the sun gently kissing her face.

The moment Matilda heard her mother’s voice, her crying grew louder. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she could only look up with clenched fists, the sunlight blinding her face. She squinted, hands hiding her crimson cheeks as she let out a frustrated sob.

Nina’s heart cracked in two, watching her daughter on the grass, slightly mud-streaked and a teary mess. She cooed, offering a reassuring smile. “I’m here, darling. What happened?” she comforted, letting her knees hit the grass as she held her daughter’s tiny body closer to hers.

Matilda’s chin trembled, her glossy eyes looking up at her. She whimpered, burying her face in Nina’s neck as she soaked into her mother’s warmth. Nina chuckled softly at how easily her daughter calmed, and she slowly stood, lifting Matilda onto her hip before walking back inside.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet girl. We don’t want you all muddy–” Nina said tenderly, closing the patio door with a soft click. She turned around, still speaking, but then froze, her words dying in her throat. She screamed bloody murder when she saw her parents standing in the living room with grins stretched across their faces. “Surprise!”

Nina’s scream made Matilda startled, and she immediately began to cry in fear, her wails sharp and piercing, searing through her skull and filling every crevice of her brain. Nina winced, and bounced her daughter in her arms, her eyes flickering to her parents, who were rushing toward them with guilty expressions.

“What if I dropped her?” she snapped at them, giving them a pointed look while her other hand pressed against her chest. Their sudden presence nearly gave her a heart attack.

Ebony, her mother, gave Nina an apologetic look before planting a chaste kiss on both of their faces. “I’m so sorry, loves, we were just too excited to see you guys!” she said sheepishly, her eyes softening as they landed on her granddaughter, who was still scowling, her face streaked with tears.

Nina glanced at her daughter, then shot her parents a reproachful look. “You see this face? This is your fault,” she reminded them, her voice both affectionate and exasperated.

Howard, her father, rolled his eyes with a grin. “Yeah, we know. She’s just as dramatic as you….But way cuter.” He deadpanned, his tone softening as he took a step closer to Matilda. Instinctively, she inched closer to him, and Howard gently scooped her up into his arms.

Nina shook her head with a sigh, turning to her mother, who was looking at Howard and Matilda with a tender smile. “I thought you guys weren’t supposed to be back for three more days?” Nina asked, raising an eyebrow, her gaze questioning as she tilted her head, a frown forming.

Ebony smiled and walked over to her husband, still cradling Matilda in his arms. “We decided to cut our vacation short. And honestly, you two are way more fun to hang out with than the Calverts,” she replied, her face twisting into an expression of distaste as she gently stroked Matilda’s hair, planting a small kiss on her head.

Nina crossed her arms, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Let me guess,” she said, a smirk creeping up her lips. “Lillian talked about Tom again? About how he’s studying medicine and becoming the best doctor ever?” She raised her eyebrows, watching her parents visibly cringe, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Every. God. Damn. Time.” Howard said, shaking his head dramatically. “I wanted to pull my hair out!” He chuckled, rocking side to side, making Matilda rest her head on his neck, contentedly glued to his side. “Like, we get it. Your son is becoming a doctor. I’m waiting for the day he diagnoses someone with a mysterious condition because he didn’t actually read their chart,” he added, mimicking Ebony’s disgusted face, his voice laced in a mock-serious tone.

“Or worse—he forgets to wash his hands,” Ebony chimed in with a wicked grin. A laugh escaped her, and the sound of her infectious amusement made Howard and Nina join in her joke. Nina laughed hard and she leaned forward, nearly toppling over, struggling to keep herself steady. “Oh my God!”

“Or—Googling under the table when he has to do surgery for the first time.” Howard followed up, gasping between a fit of giggles. “Ebony, take Tilda away from me—I can’t–” he clutched his stomach with his other hand as Ebony scooped Matilda into her arms, watching him join Nina on the floor, who was sprawled across the carpet, still laughing like a child.

“Oh, lord, we are going to burn in hell.” Howard’s laughter tapered off, his chuckles lingering between each inhale. He turned to his daughter, who was hiding her face in his chest, her shoulders vibrating from the wild laughter.

Nina sniffled, shifting her body so that she was lying on her back, her head still resting on her father’s stomach. She wiped her eyes with a small giggle, then sighed deeply, as if the humor had finally sunk in. “That was so funny,” she murmured with a smile, the laughter still lingering inside her eyes.

“So, back to reality. Nina, darling, you’re in desperate need of grocery shopping.” Ebony called from across the room, face showing disbelief as she checked her fridge. “Yeah, you’re out of…almost everything!”

Nina groaned, closing her eyes. “I know. Tilda and I were planning on going shopping before you guys came,” she replied, lips curving upwards as her father gently stroked her hair, his hand weaving the tangles. It was a habit Howard had when she was a child, and she nestled into his embrace, comforted by the familiar gesture.

She slowly stood up, running a hand through her hair as a yawn escaped from her lips. She walked toward the duo in the kitchen, watching Matilda giggle at her grandmother’s antics.

Nina smiled tenderly at her daughter, “We need to run some errands, right, Tilda?” she cooed at her, tickling her side and making her burst into a fit of giggles—the sound that always warmed her heart. “Can you watch her for a second? I’m going to change,” she asked her mother, giving her a pleading look.

Ebony nodded, bouncing Matilda in her arms. “Of course,” she replied with a grin, eyes softening as she gazed down at the little girl. She tilted her head to the side, fingers gently tracing down Matilda’s cheek as she hummed. “What do you think Tilda’s thinking about?” She asked, still watching the baby with a fond smile.

Nina puckered her lips, shrugging as she caressed Mathilda’s head. “I don’t know,” She sighed softly, watching her daughter’s fingers fiddle with her grandmother’s, her wide, curious eyes darting between the two of them.

Ebony chuckled, leaning closer to prep small kisses on Matilda’s tiny fingers. “She’s probably thinking about grandma,” she said, a wide grin spreading across her face before she started singing a silly melody—one that Nina used to hate as a child—and still does.

Nina shot her a look.

“Granny’s gonna take care of you when mommy is gone,” she chirped, causing Nina to whirl her head toward her with wide eyes, her face painted in disbelief.

“Mom!”

“What? It’s true…” Ebony frowned, oblivious to the way her words had made Nina’s face fall into a pout. “When you put it like that, it makes it sound like I’m going to die,” Nina said, her voice carrying a slight edge.

Ebony shot Nina a look, shaking her head, “God forbid, honey.” Nina heard her father say, who was still lounging comfortably on the floor, fiddling with a toy, which made both Nina and Ebony chuckle. “Looks like we’ve got two children in this house now.”

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“Oh, really? Is that so?” Nina cooed, listening to Mathilda’s endless chirping as she pushed the stroller down the bakery aisle. She chuckled fondly, glancing down at her daughter before shifting her attention to the shelves. Her eyes trailed to the gluten-free section, and she hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed as she strode over and grabbed some crackers and cookies.

Nina glanced at her phone, narrowing her eyes at her mother’s absurdly long shopping list. With a quiet groan, she mumbled incoherently under her breath, one hand on the stroller as she scanned the aisles, searching for the frozen food section. Peeking down at Matilda, she found her sound asleep, her small chest rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. Nina hummed softly, a gentle smile touching her lips.

Her eyes flickered across the massive grocery store, her eyes taking in the endless rows of food and customers wandering mindlessly through the aisles. She slipped her phone in her pocket, gripped the stroller with both hands, and made her way toward the frozen food section. She was searching for frozen berries when her eyes suddenly stopped on a familiar figure a few feet away. A back she shamefully knew too well.

Nina’s breath hitched, her pulse roaring in her throat. How does she know it’s him, you may ask? Maybe it was the leather jacket—always worn in winter, despite his students constantly fussing about it. Or those damn bell-bottom blue jeans that hugged his figure like water. Perhaps it was his perfectly tousled hair, which never seemed to have a bad day, always impossibly soft and effortless. But most of all, it was that chain necklace–the one wrapped delicately around his neck, the one that made every girl feral, including her. “It’s just a necklace,” the guys in class would say, only to be met with the most indignant stares from the girls in the front row.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, gripping the stroller tighter until her knuckles turned white. She watched as he turned around, and her eyes widened. Without thinking, she picked up her pace, ducking her head, letting her hair shield her face as she did a power-walk past him.

"Nina?"

She was fucked.

A tremor of nerves pulsed through her, reaching her ears. She felt heat flood her skin, and she slowly turned around, plastering a breathy smile. “M-Mr. Turner? Hi. W-What are you doing there?” she blurted, cursing herself immediately.

Alex’s lips twitched upwards, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Grocery shopping.”

Right. Of course. What a stupid question. She thought. Nina nodded quickly, biting her lip as she looked anywhere but at him.

Alex’s gaze shifted, his brows lifting slightly before landing on the stroller. "Is she yours?"

Nina followed his gaze, her heart furiously stammering against her ribs. “N-No—fuck, I mean, yes. Yes, uh–she’s mine.” Her lips curled into a tight smile, but she had a hard time reading his expression.

Alex’s mouth opened slightly, as if trying to process what had just come out of her mouth. His gaze flickered between her and Matilda, his brows knitting together, creasing his forehead. He felt something tighten in his chest—a prickle he wasn’t sure how to name as he pictured her husband or a significant other waiting for her at home. The thought unsettled him more than it should have. He exhaled in a quiet, shaky breath, unnoticed by Nina. Finally, he managed a small smile. “Oh, I–I didn’t know you have a daughter.”

Guilt etched inside her chest, feeling her emotions bubbling beneath the surface. She grimaced, biting her lip before speaking. “Well, it’s not really something that comes up, and we—we don’t really—”

Alex nodded quickly, cutting her off. “Y-Yes, of course, I understand—”

Before either of them could say another word, Matilda stirred, her soft whimpers quickly turning into quiet cries. Their conversation halted, both of them instantly turning toward the stroller.

Nina whirled her head to Matilda, her heart clenching at her cries. She shifted her focus away from her professor, stepping forward, widening the stroller’s window to see her baby girl stirring, her face scrunched up as she fussed for her mother. “Oh, sweet girl. Are you awake?” Nina cooed, her voice turning soft and melodic as she unbuckled Matilda and lifted her into her arms.

Mathilda buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, her muffled cries sending a crack into her heart as she rocked her gently, whispering, “It’s okay, darling. Mommy’s here.” But in the process, her hip knocked over a counter, sending a stack of canned fermented fruit tumbling to the floor. The loud clatter made heat crawl up her neck as she cursed.

With a sigh, she bent down to pick them up, Matilda still in her arms, her cries intensifying. Without thinking, she looked up at Alex. “Can you hold her for a second?” She didn’t wait for a response before carefully passing Matilda into his arms. He hesitated, stammering, but instinctively adjusted his grip, securing the small girl against his chest.

Matilda’s cries slowed down almost instantly, causing Alex to blink with surprise. He looked down at her as she sniffled and clutched onto his shirt. A small chuckle emitted from his lips, his heart swelling at the way she nuzzled into him. “Hello there,” he murmured, rocking her gently. His lips curved upwards into a soft smile, something unfamiliar stirring inside him. “You’re here with your mommy, huh? Running some errands?”

“You’re so cute. Yes, you are.” Alex murmured, his voice gentle with affection. He let out a quiet chuckle as Matilda responded with a tiny coo, her lips forming into a sleepy smile.

Nina, still bent down picking up cans, had barely registered what she had just done. But when she turned back, realization hit her. Her movement paused, gaze softening as she watched the two. The way Alex held Matilda—so gentle, so effortlessly–it made something deep in her chest ache. She smiled, slowly standing up, watching him interact with her daughter, who seemed to itch a small giggle from Matilda’s lips.

Alex looked up, meeting her eyes before glancing back at Matilda. His smile was warm. “She looks just like you,” he said, stepping closer to hand Matilda back.

Matilda let out a sleepy murmur, her tiny fingers gripping Nina’s sweater as she settled against her. Nina pressed a kiss to her daughter’s cheek, her voice a quiet hum. "Yeah, I hear that a lot."

A comfortable silence stretched between them. Their eyes met again, something unspoken lingering in the air before Alex cleared his throat.

"So—uh, I’m heading to the park after this, actually. And I was wondering if you might fancy a walk?" He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nina blinked, caught off guard. She felt a warm feeling settle into her chest, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She smiled, sheepishly nodding. “I’d love to.”

▹ ▹ ▹

The pair strolled leisurely through the park, their steps unhurried, lost in a meandering conversation about whatever came to mind. Alex cradled Mathilda in his arms, while Nina pushed the stroller along the green path, her knuckles white as snow as she struggled not to get caught staring. She told herself it was nothing—just the novelty of seeing someone else hold her daughter—but deep down, the sight of Alex holding Mathilda so effortlessly, like she was his own, sent a tremor through her chest.

The way his large, calloused hands supported her tiny body, one hand resting securely on her head while the other traced slow, soothing circles down her back—it was almost too easy, too natural. Mathilda babbled happily in his arms, her small fingers occasionally reaching for his shirt, and when Nina caught the soft smile curving on his lips, warmth pooled deep in her stomach.

She forced herself to look away, fixing her gaze ahead as they neared the playground. The ache in her feet gave her an excuse to refocus. Parking the stroller beside a nearby bench, she sank down onto the wooden seat with a quiet sigh. Alex followed, still holding Mathilda, whose delighted giggles filled the air.

Nina turned to him, eyes softening. "She's practically glued to you now. That rarely happens," she murmured, a small, contented smile tugging at her lips.

Alex hummed, amusement dancing across his handsome features, looking down at the little girl in his arms. Her wide, adoring eyes looked up at him like he had hung the stars in the sky. “What can I say? I have that effect on people,” he quipped, throwing her a wink.

A slow heat crept up Nina’s neck, her skin prickling at the playful glint in his gaze. "Yeah... you do," she muttered under her breath, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Alex’s head tilted, his lips twitching upwards. "What was that?"

Nina stiffened, feeling her heart palpitate. Fuck. Clearing her throat, she quickly averted her gaze to Mathilda, who was smiling up at her mother. "Nothing," she said, waving it off as if the moment hadn't happened.

Her heart swelled as she watched Mathilda grip Alex’s hand tightly, comfortably nestled in his lap. The sight sent a pang through her chest—causing a tremor of emotions to bubble through the surface, threatening to spill over, but she swallowed them down, pressing the suppressed emotions down the deepest parts of her heart.

Mathilda blabbered, making Nina return her energy with a soft smile. “Oh, is that so? You like your new friend?” she cooed, her hand creeping up her tiny body, erupting small giggles from Mathilda.

Alex chuckled, feeling both of her hands curling his shirt into a fist as she beamed like the sun. His smile faltered for a second, hesitating over a question he had wanted to ask, looming over his head. His fingers absently smoothed over Mathilda’s back, his eyes trailing down Nina’s hands. She wasn’t wearing a ring. From their conversations, she had never mentioned anyone, and he didn’t want to pry—but curiosity gnawed at him, nagging every itch of his brain. The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

"I hope I’m not overstepping...I–uh, I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Your husband is probably waiting," he said, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Nina with a look she couldn’t seem to decipher.

Nina blinked, almost startled. "Oh—no, no, please. You’re fine.” A numbness settled in her body, her mind refusing to let the suppressed emotions break free. She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a dark cloud placing itself on her chest. “He’s—uh…not in the picture,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her nonetheless.

Alex felt a heavy weight settle in his chest, his brows lifted slightly as he studied her expression, as if piecing something together. “Divorced?”

Nina’s lips parted, but for a moment, nothing came out. Her chest was hollowed as if she had been punched. Then, with a small, almost hesitant breath, she gave him a tight-lipped smile. “A widow, actually,” she admitted, feeling a pang of regret shooting through her for revealing too much. He was just a professor after all, right?

Alex froze. The playful ease in his posture vanished, his body going unnaturally still. He wasn’t sure if he had even blinked. Shit. His breath suddenly hitched, his pulse suddenly too loud inside his ears. He felt the air between them shift, thickening with something heavy, something unspoken. His mouth parted slightly, and for the first time in a long time, he found himself grasping for the right thing to say.

"I—" His voice faltered. He exhaled sharply, eyes painted with deep sympathy. "Nina, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pried too much. Please, forgive me," he apologized, his voice soft but thick with regret. Alex’s eyes were wide, brows furiously furrowed as if he could physically pull his words back. His lips pressed into a thin line, the rawness of what he had been saying squeezing his lungs. He felt he had opened a wound, and it made him feel exposed, feeling he had invaded too much.

Nina gave a soft smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She could practically hear the gears in his head turning, and she brought a hand over his shoulder, letting her hand linger. “It’s alright, really. You didn’t know.”

Then there was a silence. Not the comfortable kind. A silence that felt like a knife was being heated over a fire.

“May I ask what happened?” You’re an idiot. He thought.

Nina’s mind went astray, like an old film reel—replaying scenes that was glued to her brain. The scenes she deeply wanted to forget. The grief washed over her without warning, drowning her, making her let out a deep exhale. She smiled down at Mathilda, who was blubbering to Alex, gripping his hand. Then her smile faltered. Then the prickling ache spread through her—squeezing her lungs, making her heart feel heavy. “A car accident,” she lamented, looking at him with all the hurt she couldn’t say, scoffing with a shake of her head. “God…It’s my fault.”

Alex looked at her, frown deepening. “Why do you say that?”

Nina nibbled on her bottom lip, guilt flickering behind her tear-glossed eyes. She brought a hand over her face. “I asked him to run a stupid errand for me in the middle of a heavy storm. If it wasn’t for a stupid pregnancy craving, he would still be alive,” She said in a small voice, jaw clutched so hard as she was trying not to let her emotions get the best of her.

Alex looked at her, sympathy bleeding through every flicker of his gaze. He brought his hand up, fingers rubbing together—hesitating about his next actions. He slowly covered his hand with hers, gripping it with a tight yet gentle grip. “That’s not your fault, Nina. You didn’t know.”

Nina’s mouth tightened, trapping a sob that wanted to escape. She looked down at his hand, which was comfortably running small circles around her skin. She was blinded by her grief and almost missed it—the gentle, steady pressure of his hand, grounding her in a storm she couldn’t escape. She nodded, finally meeting his tender gaze. “But I did,” she whispered, eyes darting back to her daughter, who had her head nestled into her professor’s chest, eyes almost fluttering shut.

Alex gave her a small smile, squeezing her hand before letting go—God, he hated that he had to let go, “And that’s on him. He wanted to do it for you. There’s nothing that you could’ve done, love.” he comforted, the term of endearment slipping out from his mouth before his brain caught it.

Nina scoffed, her lips emitting a dry chuckle, “Try saying that to my mother-in-law.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m even telling you this–” Alex interupts her and reassures her with a smile, rocking his lap as Mathilda looked at the pair back and forth. “You didn’t scare me off, if that’s what you’re worried about.” he said in a warm tone, making Nina’s lips curve upwards.

Nina turned to him, shifting her seat. “And you? Are you married?”

Alex’s smile faltered, a frown etched onto his handsome features. “Divorced, actually.” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, but Nina heard him nonetheless.

Nina’s jaw tensed for a second before she swallowed hard, face morphing into a deep scowl. “I’m sorry.” Alex brushed it off with gentle chuckle, caressing Mathilda’s hair as he looked down at her. “It’s actually quite a relief, really. We didn’t really have time for each other.”

The words hung in the air as a silence stretched between them, putting an end to the conversation. Nina looked back to her daughter, softly smiling as she saw Mathilda comfortably nestled into his arms, eyes fluttering and gripping his finger with a tight grip. A heavy feeling settled into her chest at the sight—the way his calloused hands gently ran down her small back, holding her like she was his own, and she couldn’t tell if she was sad or felt a deep yearning for something she couldn’t have, at least not yet.

▹ ▹ ▹

A quiet conversation flowed effortlessly, like the wind, as Alex and Nina strolled through her neighborhood, a place that seemed to exist in its own world. It was a serene, undisturbed area, untouched by the noise of London. Alex insisted on walking her home, and despite her protests, he quickly won her over when he requested to push Mathilda’s stroller. She didn’t refuse, and somehow, that became his excuse to stay a little longer.

The pair reached Nina's house, slowly sauntering toward the porch. She turned back to him, gaze softening with a tint of gratitude. “Thank you for walking us home.” she thanked him, her cheeks slightly flushed as she felt his gaze already fixed on her.

Alex’s gaze lingered longer than it should, as if taking every detail of her expression. His heart skipped a beat, feeling warmth spreading across his face. A small, knowing smile rested on his delicate features. “Of course. Someone had to make sure you got home safe, right?” he said, his voice laced with slight playfulness.

Nina’s stomach fluttered. She ducked her head slightly, letting out a quiet hum, eyes averting away from him toward her daughter, who was sleeping soundly inside her stroller. “I guess you did,” she murmured, inching closer to the stroller to take Mathilda into her arms.

Mathilda stirred in her sleep, but relaxed once she was cuddled into her mother’s arms. “Okay,” she whispered, gently rubbing her daughter’s back before looking at Alex. She glanced back at the stroller, sheepishly looking at him. He read her look right away and pushed the stroller up the steps of the front porch.

“There we go.” He muttered under his breath, crouching to grab the groceries from the stroller basket. He placed them carefully beside the door, then straightened up to face her—but did a double take when he noticed a figure in the window just beside the door.

An amused smile reached his lips, turning to look at Nina. “Is that your mom by the window?”

“What?” Nina breathed out, spinning around to look. A flush crept up her neck as she registered the figure in the window, heat prickling her skin.

Both of them turned to the window—only to spot a very familiar figure peeking through the window. It was Nina’s mother, Ebony, wearing the most ridiculous grin, like a kid caught sneaking cookies. The second she realized they’d seen her, her eyes widened in panic and she yanked the curtains shut.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Ignore my mom….She’s noisy enough to make a career out of it.” She said, groaning as she buried her face into Mathilda’s hair. “She’s a professional eavesdropper.” she muffled into her hair before moving her gaze to him, her cheeks tinted with a dust of pink.

Alex chuckled, a gleam dancing inside his eyes as he watched her visibly cringe at her mother’s antics. “It’s quite alright. Your mom’s just doing her part to keep the neighborhood gossip flowing.” he joked, his lips emitting another small laugh, putting his hands inside his pockets.

Nina let out a soft laugh, “Honestly, she has no boundaries. Wait until she tells everyone in the neighborhood.”

Alex smirked, “Guess we’ll have to start wearing disguises next time we talk.” he said, giving her a playful look, and it was enough to make Nina’s heart skip a beat. Her cheek warmed and she found herself giggling like a schoolgirl. The sound escaped her before she could stop it, and she could feel his gaze linger longer than necessarily.

Nina quickly glanced down at Mathilda, rocking her back and forth in an attempt to ground herself, before finally meeting his gaze again. “Thank you for today, Mr. Turner." she said, her voice just a little softer than before.

Alex’s expression shifted instantly, his eyebrows raising in mock disapproval. “Mr. Turner?” He gave her a playful, almost exaggerated look, as if she’d just committed a heinous crime.

“Please, enough with the formalities, Nina. We’re not in the classroom. Call me Alex.” he told her with a deep chuckle, leaning in slightly.

Nina’s heart stuttered inside her chest, and before she could stop herself, her cheeks flushed crimson red. Her eyes widened, and her breath was caught in her throat. Oh God, did I say that, again? She thought.

She cleared her throat, giving him a sheepish smile. “Uh—right….M-Mr—I mean—Alex.”

Ebony remained glued to the window, eyes narrowed as she watched her daughter with the man she didn’t recognize. Her fingers gripped the curtains tightly, a goofy grin spreading across her face as she peeked a little more, careful not to get caught again. But then, from behind her, Howard, appeared, arms crossed and inching closer like a silent shadow. “What are you doing?”

Ebony jumped, letting out a startled gasp as she quickly pulled the curtain shut, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. “Howie! Shh!” she whispered, looking over her shoulder, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and guilt. She straightened up, as if trying to hide what she just did, but her grin couldn’t be wiped away.

Howard stood still for a moment, staring at her. His gaze shifted to the window as he peered through the curtains, eyes narrowing with suspicion. A flicker of his protective instinct kicked in. “Who’s that?” he asked, voice hardened slightly as he tried to make out the man that was standing in front of their daughter.

Ebony couldn’t hide her excitement, practically bouncing on her heels. “That’s what I’m wondering about!” she exclaimed, her voice high with excitement. Before Howard could speak again, she quickly sushed him, her finger pressed to his lips. “Wait, she’s coming inside now!” she added, practically dashing toward the door.

Howard rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief, but a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed, hot on her heel.

Nina entered the house, the warmth of home immediately welcoming her with a comforting embrace. She felt the familiar weight of Mathilda’s arms, but her smile faltered as soon as her eyes landed on her parents standing near the staircase, clearly waiting for her. “What?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and annoyance.

Ebony’s eyes sparked, her grin stretching as she pounced, bombarding her with questions. “Who was that handsome young man?” she asked her, voice far too enthusiastic. “Are you seeing him?”

Nina almost choked on air, heat flushing her face, creeping up her neck as her eyes widened in disbelief. “Yes, three days a week,” she sputtered, voice barely escaping her throat. She scowled at her mom. “He’s my professor.”

“Are you seeing your professor?” Ebony asked with a smirk, teasing as she arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the drama of the moment.

Nina groaned inwardly, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration bubbling up through the surface. “No–No, that’s not what I meant, Mom. Really?" she said, her voice high with exasperation.

Howard, who had been quiet until now, suddenly spoke up, his voice mixing of mock innocence and good-natured sarcasm. “I didn’t know you were this wild, honey.” He paused, rubbing his chin as if in deep thought. “Or wait, yeah…you got it from me.”

Nina shot her father a glare, but couldn’t help a faint of a smile curve at her lips. “He was just walking me home.” she explained, trying to keep the situation as casual as possible.

Howard raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Okay. Sure, sweetheart.” he nodded, a smirk forming his face.

Nina grumbled, leaving her parents by the staircase and walking toward the kitchen with Mathilda in her arms. She had her mother trailing behind her, practically glowing with curiosity.

Ebony’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “So, is he single? Does he live closeby? What’s his name?” she asked, firing off one question after another, her grin widening with each word.

“Mom, stop!”

“Come one, Nina! You can’t leave me hanging like this. I need to know more!”

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captainwans · 3 months ago

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Girl bring back mr. Turner ffs😭

GIRL I PROMISE 😩 I have my draft ready I’m just drowning with uni and writing my thesis at the moment BUT MR TURNER WILL RETURN! It’s getting a lot spicier—here’s a teaser to get y’all excited! You are so welcome 😌 💗

#alex turner x reader #alex turner fic #— s’ inbox 📨#— s’ asks 💌#prof!alex turner x reader

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captainwans · 4 months ago

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𝑴𝑹. 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺.

the masterlist.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: professor!alex turner x student!fem oc.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: nina collett is many things. she’s a devoted mother, a loyal friend, a daughter, and a dedicated student. each aspect of her life has challenges and its sacrifices and she is forced to confront these, demanding her constant attention. amidst the whirlwind of responsibilities and emotions, she finds her professor becoming more involved in her life than she expected, adding another layer of turbulence to her already chaotic life. balancing the fine line between professional boundaries and personal feelings was more difficult than she anticipated, all while she was trying to keep her life from unraveling.

��𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: this series contains mature scenes, sexual references, character death, vulgar language, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mental illness, age gap (student in her twenties), an excruciating slow-burn (now i’m being dramatic, but you get the picture), other triggering topics, and all the feels (—i’m talking about sweet-teeth rotting fluff that makes you want to evaporate. or soul wrenching angst that feels like a punch in the gut). if any of themes, opinions or content upsets you or makes you uncomfortable, feel free to message me, or simply, do not read it.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮.

the last train to london

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮.

familiar stranger (coming soon!)

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹.

hungry like the wolf

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮.

you don’t bring me flowers

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮.

a winter’s tale

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captainwans · 4 months ago

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DANGEROUS LIAISONS — BUCKY BARNES

pairing: bucky barnes x nurse! fem! reader

summary: in which, one of the prominent nurses of hydra gets introduced to their new deadly asset.

warning: mentions of anxiety disorders, ptsd, angst, traumatized reader, bucky in pain, memory loss, slight misogyny, don’t read it if you feel uncomfortable.

word count: 1,6k

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A LOUD PIERCING SCREAM IS WHAT PULLED [Y/N] OUT OF HER THOUGHTS. The pain in their voices and the roaring cries of help made the young nurse’s hand tremble with fear as she treated one of the subjects from H.Y.D.R.A’s upcoming project. She could feel the ground vibrate from the blaring screech echoing in the halls and diving towards the nurse room. She could feel her heart thumping loudly inside her chest, and her stomach churned.

[Y/N]’s patient, who was mindlessly sitting onto a broken chair, snapped his fingers in front of her face, snapping her out of her daze. She looked at the subject, a frown forming into her features as she went back to work. Adding gentle touches to his wounds, she skillfully treated his arm and put one of her homemade ointments onto his gash.

When she was finished, the soldier gave her a quick nod and was left alone with the other nurses who were bustling around her. She anxiously bit her fingernails, darting her gaze across the room as she tried to tone out their screams.

Janet, her co-worker, and a close friend, looked at her with concern. Her eyes were clouding with worry as she gazed down at the petite woman who was fiddling with her hands, her dark locks hiding her face.

“Sweetie, are you alright?” [Y/N] could feel a warm hand being placed on her shoulder and she flinched, her posture rigid and tense. Her hand immediately left her shoulder, the warm touch quickly disappearing and were replaced with a rush of coldness instead. “I’m fine, Jane.” she reluctantly said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Janet’s eyes softened. She opened her mouth but closed it, not wanting to pry into her business. She went back to her subject, measuring their blood pressure while her worry for the young woman still lingered at the back of her mind.

The young nurse sighed tiredly, slowly standing up from her chair and stretched her body. She could feel her bones crack which made her grimace in disgust. Sauntering towards the door, she shifted her body around, softly mumbling that she was going for a walk.

She wandered off into the dark alley with an uneasy look on her face. She could feel goosebumps break into her skin and she shuddered, feeling a cold sensation down her spine. As she neared closer to the main facility, she could hear their screams more, making her clench her jaw. She walked towards the entrance of Arnim’s lab and almost gasped at the sight in front of her.

A young man was strapped into what looked like an electro machine, and he was screaming in agony. [Y/N] pushed her body behind the door, her eyes never leaving his state. Tears threatened to fall and she let out a small gasp as she watched them pulling the electro helmet around his head, as well as putting a gum inside his mouth to make it less painful, but by the looks of it, the gum was no use.

The machine activated and fastened its pace, making the man cry out in pain. He sobbed and cried from the torment, vigorously shaking in his seat. He tightly shut his eyes, his screams increasing with every stimulation he received.

Arnim Zola, who stood not too far behind the spectacle in front of him, took a look around the lab before landing his gaze on the young nurse with a soft smile on his face. “Ah, Miss [Y/L/N]. You came right in time.” the Swiss scientist beamed in happiness, walking over to her with a smile, his eyes clouding with excitement.

[Y/N], who was still hiding behind the door, tightly gripped the door handle. A small pout formed into her mouth and she looked at him, her eyes painted with fear and horror.

Arnim brought his hand out, giving her a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to be scared, my Liebling. C'mon, the others are waiting,” he told her, inching his hand closer to the nurse.

With hesitation, she carefully took his hand and released her tight grip on the door handle, leaving the door behind her as he brought her closer inside the lab. She took cautious steps and approached the others, who were impatiently waiting for the man’s results.

To her surprise, they seemed pretty used to his cries and seemed to enjoy his suffering, making her blood boil. She gave the Soviet soldiers a glare as she approached them, a look of disdain etched onto her face.

Arnim gently brought her to the table filled with a variety of tools and equipment delicately placed on the cold steel counter. She looked down at them, frowning.

“Sir, he won’t give in. What is our next step?” a soldier asked the scientist, their glare hardening once he noticed the nurse’s presence. She scowled, giving him a disapproving look.

Arnim sighed, bringing a finger across his lips with a thoughtful look. “Chain him up, start over, and increase the levels of stimulation.” was the last thing he said before leaving the lab.

The soldiers obeyed and did as they were told and increased the volume, making an ear-piercing scream emit from the man’s lips. He gripped the chair tightly, making his knuckles white as snow. The veins in his throat bulged and his screams got louder, making her close her eyes. “You’re hurting him.”

A soldier scoffed, averting his gaze away from the subject towards the female. His glowering face pierced through her like a knife was held over a fire, and she could feel her heart inside her throat. “If you can’t handle it, princess, then why are you working here?” he asked, a smirk plastered onto his features making shivers down her spine as her mouth went dry, being unable to let out a word.

[Y/N] squeezed her hands into fists and put her gaze on the table, watching the tools vibrating from the screams erupting in the room. She closed her eyes and counted, trying to block the painful noise. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, vigorously shaking her head.

It felt like hours when it only took a few minutes when the torture ended. The nurse opened her eyes and worriedly looked at the man. His bloodshot eyes were glimmering in the light and sweat was slowly sliding down his rough skin as soft gasps emitted from his pink lips. His wide eyes darted across the room, panting heavily.

The Soviet soldiers released him, removing the tools that were hatched into his body, causing the man to whimper in pain. The needles that were pierced through him were harshly pulled out. Soft hiccups erupted from his lips as he watched them detaching the helmet from his head, as well as the gum that was still inside his mouth.

[Y/N]’s eyes were welling up with tears and she quickly blinked, avoiding any tears to fall by looking at the side, covering her face with her hair. She quietly sniffed and held her trembling hands to her face, trying to regain her breathing.

“[Y/L/N], he’s yours now.” one of the soldiers said, their strict voice pulling her out of her state. She cleared her throat and nodded, muttering a quick thanks. A painful silence occurred, but she didn’t dare to say anything, not wanting to act or say the wrong thing.

She carefully landed her gaze on the man again, who instinctively looked at her, his face filled with fear and she wanted nothing more than to wrap him into a hug and whisper sweet and comforting words into his ears. The look he gave her made her stomach knot. He looked like a kicked puppy.

The man watched her, his eyebrows were knotting tightly while his lips were parted as his breathing became more shallow and heavy when he noticed her nearing closer. His hands found their way behind him, gripping onto the chair for dear life.

With hesitant steps, she took small steps as she slowly approached the scared man. His eyes followed her every move, afraid if she could disappear, or worse, find another way to torture him. His body relaxed slightly once he saw her putting both of her hands up, signaling that she meant no harm. His posture was still stiff and tense and she noticed his eyes were welling up with tears.

[Y/N] kneeled down onto his level and looked into his eyes, her eyes softening. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, debating if she was even allowed to talk to the poor man. Ignoring her thoughts, she gave him a gentle smile. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she said in a whisper, scared to increase her voice. She brought her hand out and looked at him with another sweet smile.

He shakily exhaled and looked at her, his eyes studying her every movement, trying to detect a lie. It took a little while for him to snap back to reality and when he did, he reluctantly brought his hand, making her smile gratefully as she gently brushed a hand over his scars, making him jerk back with a hiss. She frowned and brought her hand back, not wanting to pry any further.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” her sweet-honey voice filled inside his ears, making his tears slowly slid down his rosy cheeks as he looked down. He noticed his metal arm, gleamed ever so slightly in the dark. He watched it with knitted eyebrows, feeling the salty liquid entering inside his mouth.

Her stomach clenched, feeling sympathy wash over her. She sighed and cleared her throat, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” she softly asked, her voice lacing with genuine curiosity and kindness.

He pondered at the question, a look of confusion plastered onto his face as his mind went into melancholia. His heart soared inside his chest, feeling panic wash over him. The man finally looked up, a dreadful look painting his face. “I-,I don’t know.”

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captainwans · 5 months ago

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── BUZZFEED THIRST TWEETS. ( featuring sebastian stan, anthony mackie. )

▹ pairing: sebastian stan, anthony mackie x husband!alex turner and fem!actress reader.

▹ summary: what could be a more unhinged and unserious thirst tweets episode with this trio?

▹ warning: vulgar language, mentions of profanities, swearing—but mostly harmless and a good laugh! just pure chaos!

marvel masterlist!

arabella series!

“I’M ACTUALLY SO SCARED TO READ THESE.” [Y/N] admitted to the crew members, eyes painted with slight worry as she was sandwiched between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. It was yet another movie promotion for the Avengers Infinity War and the actress was finally reunited with her two favorite co-stars, starring in a new episode of Buzzfeed Thirst Tweets.

Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle, agreeing with her. “Gosh, I already regret this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. He glanced at Anthony, who was holding the blue bucket of thirst tweets from the fans.

Anthony wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, “This is gonna be good.” he said in a serious tone, making [Y/N] quietly giggle, giving the camera a look before watching Anthony reading the first tweet.

“So, this is what we love to do on a Saturday…reading thirst tweet,” Sebastian told the camera, turning his head to his co-stars as Anthony pulled out the first tweet.

Anthony smirked, “On [Y/N]’s comfortable couch!” Sebastian and [Y/N] shake their heads with another laugh. “Get on with it, Mackie!”

Anthony cleared his throat, reading the tweet, “[Y/N] could literally run me over with a tank and I’d say, thank you.”

The actress burst out laughing, shoulders shaking while Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. “I mean, I’d apologize first, but, I-I appreciate the dedication,” she said to the camera, a small laugh escaping from her lips.

Sebastian chuckled, “No, I think they would actually thank you,” he told her, grabbing his water bottle and taking a small sip. Anthony turned his head to the actress with a grin, “Right, they’d be like ‘Queen, do it again.’”

[Y/N]’s hands roamed around the bucket, hand clasping at another tweet, this time aimed at Sebastian. She smiled before reading, “Sebastian Stan could punch me in the face and I’d still ask him to marry me.” she read, giving the tweet to Sebastian. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Anthony shakes his head, “This is why sea bass gets away with anything!” he whined, looking at the camera with a scowl, making Sebastian chuckle, “I mean…you don’t know what you like until you try it.” he cheekily said to the camera, making [Y/N] and Anthony squeal with laughter.

Sebastian muttered a small prayer, picking up another tweet. “Anthony Mackie could talk me into anything. Man could say “jump,” and I’d say–” Sebastian stops mid-sentence and bursts out laughing, making the pair prompt him to continue. “Finish the tweet, Seb.” [Y/N] whined, nudging his side with her elbow.

Anthony sighed impatiently, snatching the paper from Sebastian, who was dying of laughter, almost falling off the couch. “Man could say “jump” and I’d say ‘How high, daddy?’” [Y/N] almost spat out her drink, her throat emitting a small cough, making the crew laugh. “Oh my God!”

Sebastian was still cackling and he had to lean on [Y/N] for support, who was also a mess. Anthony looked at the camera, a smirk forming his handsome features. “I accept this.”

“This is getting out of hand, guys.” [Y/N] scolded, her face morphing into a deep frown at the camera, referring to their fans with a disappointed look.

She handed the bucket to Anthony, who picked up a tweet. “[Y/N] could bench-press me I’d gladly be her gym equipment.” The crew behind the camera completely lost it, and Anthony got up and walked away, while Sebastian gave the camera a horrified look.

Heat flooded over her cheeks as she laughed, her flustered face looking at the camera while picking up the tweet from the floor. “W-What does that even mean?!” She stuttered, laughter bubbling in her throat.

Sebastian snatched the paper from her hands and showed it to the camera, “It means you need to start charging rent because you’re living in their head rent-free.” he bleated, giving the camera a disapproving look.

“Ok, guys, let’s finish these. We have a few left,” the cameraman said with a chuckle, watching the spectacle in front of him. Anthony came back and sat back down, taking a long sip from his bottle.

[Y/N] picked up a tweet, lips curving upwards. “Anthony Mackie could look at me and I’d get pregnant instantly.” she paused, looking at the camera, “The power,” she said, making Anthony shrug his shoulder with a cocky expression.

“I’ll take that responsibility.” He said, making Sebastian laugh as he picked up a tweet of himself, “Oh God….Bucky Barnes could choke me with his metal arm, and I’d say ‘Harder’” Sebastian read his tweet, immediately standing up and leaving the frame, his voice echoing around the room. “For the love of God!”

Anthony fell down the chair with a loud wheeze while [Y/N] looked concerned, looking around the room and giving the crew members an appalled look. She sighed. “I need therapy after this,” she admitted, putting the bucket on the table.

Sebastian scoffed from off-camera, “No, they need therapy!”

Anthony shook his head, wiping his eyes with his hands before picking up another tweet. “I love this. C’mon, there are still some left,” he said to his co-stars, who exchanged a glance before pulling themselves together.

Anthony gave the next tweet to [Y/N] with a funny look, who looked at the camera with a nervous look. “[Y/N] could step on me and I’d bark.” She read, her chest vibrating from laughter. “Why are you people like this?”

Anthony loudly cackled, his shoulders shaking. Sebastian’s expression turned serious as he looked at the actress, “Woof.” he said, making Anthony laugh harder while [Y/N] pushed him off the couch, screaming with laughter.

Sebastian chuckled, getting up from the floor while grabbing the bucket. She slapped his hand, still laughing. “S-Stop! I don’t think I can handle this anymore.” she giggled, leaning into Anthony for support.

Sebastian grinned, “Oh, I love this tweet. Alex Turner is the luckiest man alive to get that every damn day. I’d give up my soul to be in his position. That body, that face... I’m sweating just thinking about it." [Y/N] hides her face with her hands, completely flustered while the whole room erupts in laughter and whistles.

Anthony whistled, looking at the person who came into the room. “Speaking of the sun.” he chimed, eyes painted with playfulness as he watched Alex standing at the doorway with a confused look. “What are you guys doing?” he asked the trio as he walked toward them, giving the camera a look.

“Suffering.” [Y/N] answered her husband while fanning herself.

“Reading thirst tweets. You wanna join, Strumzilla?” Anthony asked him, wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Alex shake his head, deep chuckles emitting from his lips, “No, I–uh, I’m good. I’m just here to pick up my guitar.” he excused, turning to leave, but Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt.

“Oh, no, Al. You’re in this now,” he told him with a wink, shifting in his seat to make room for Alex to sit. The musician cursed under his breath, reluctantly sitting down.

Anthony gave him a tweet with a funny look, “Read and see what the fans say about your wife,” he jested, making [Y/N] snort, small giggles coming out of her mouth. “Oh gosh, no! He’s not ready for that.”

Alex sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. He licked his lips before reading, “[Y/N] could spit in my coffee, and I’d drink it like it was holy water.” Alex froze, eyes looking at his wife with a disturbed look.

Anthony and Sebastian shook with laughter, their cackles echoing across the room. “Oh my God!” [Y/N] screams with laughter, slapping her thighs as the whole room died, again. “First of all—” she tried to say, but ended up gasping between giggles, her words lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter at her husband’s deadpan look.

“That is wild,” Alex exclaimed, gripping the paper and giving the camera crew a genuinely concerned look before giving his wife another look, which made her chuckle with a scowl.

“Why are you looking at me like I wrote it?” she chortled, giggling as she hit his shoulder, making his lips crack a smile.

The married couple looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who were still howling with laughter. The camera panned to the duo and back to Alex and [Y/N], who looked at them with a chuckle. “Are you guys okay?” Alex asked, watching them regaining their composure.

“Oh, man. This is the best day of my life.” Anthony chimed, clearing his throat. He gave the camera a look, “Did we finish all of the tweets?” he asked a crew member, who shrugged in response asking if there was any more left.

Sebastian’s hand roamed around the blue bucket, eyes sparking as he picked up the last tweet. He read the paper, a wide grin reaching his handsome features.

He gave it to Alex, who looked at him, dumbfounded. “What a better way to finish this episode,” Sebastian said to the camera, making [Y/N] inch closer to her husband, reading the tweet.

“I already know my tweets are a nightmare,” Alex mumbled, but enough for the whole room to hear as they laughed. He almost choked on air, eyebrows furrowed as he read the tweet loudly. “If I ever get reincarnated, I wanna come back as a chair so Alex Turner can sit on me.”

[Y/N] laughed, hitting him in the chest. “Honestly, that’s something I would write,” she admitted, making Alex shake his head with a laugh.

Anthony laughed and looked at the camera, “Y’all are nasty!” he turned to Alex, grabbing his shoulder, “Your fans are just as bad as ours.” 💬 … Comments:

@/fanaticforfame: lmao alex looks so disgusted by the thirst tweets

@/starryobsessed23: nobody mentions the fact that seb calls alex for al MY HEART

@/buckysoldiers: anthony calling alex strumzilla got to be the funniest thing ever

@/turnerflower: ok but alex interacting with the marvel cast was not something that i needed so badly

@/lovelyyn85: they're so unapologetically unhinged and unserious i love them so much

@/arctic-lovers: marvel and arctic monkeys fans unite!

@/scarletswidow: we need a part two with alex!!!!

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captainwans · 7 months ago

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she looks like fun! (smau)

arabella series!

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pairing: alex turner x fem!actress reader

timeline: 2016

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captainwans · 7 months ago

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Hi just wanted to drop a line that I check back to read your work every so often always hoping for an update. No pressure just wanted you to know you’re missed!

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LAST TRAIN TO LONDON.

pairing: professor!alex turner x student!fem!oc

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━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄. | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮.

𝓝ina fiddled with her lighter, soft curses emitting from her lips when it didn’t ignite. She cupped her cigarette with one hand, and the corner of her eyes crinkled as she tried to assault her lighter to catch any sparks of fire. After a few tries, a small but weak fire ignited, and she didn’t hesitate to place the cigarette close to the lighter. She placed the stick to her lips, cheeks hollowed before puffing out the smoke. She let out a content sigh, the cigarette resting between her fingers as she let her back hit the platform.

Nina stared through space, her mind working overtime as she waited for her last train home. Exhaustion engulfed her body like a blanket and she had to close her eyes for a second, her lips turning into a tired sneer as a yawn escaped from her mouth. She had spent the weekend with her closest friends and family, celebrating her best friend for who had just become a new mother. Her lips curled into a smile, the idea of Breana being a mother sent a fluttering warmness into her chest. But that warmness soon manifested into a heavy feeling, more toward herself at her role of being a mother—which she knew Breana would do a hell of a lot job better than her.

It wasn’t that she was a bad mother—-no, far from it. Her daughter means the world to her and she loves her one-year-old with every fiber of her being. Mathilda was the center of her universe. Every decision, every choice, and every sacrifice had been made for her and it would continue to be so. Yet, as she was watching Breana’s newborn cuddled in his father’s arms, a prickling pain stirred inside her chest. It was a painful reminder that she could never give Mathilda the chance to meet her father.

The tragic fate of her fiancé, Josh, along with carrying a child left a scar deeper than she imagined. Guilt and shame stirred within her, filling every crevice of her brain and shaking her to the core. She often found herself replaying the moment she learned of his death, each replay worsening her misery. It was a memory filled by the harsh words of her mother-in-law, who had called her stupid and an embarrassment. Josh had died in a car accident during a heavy storm, an accident Nina blamed on herself because she had asked him to run some errands that day. It’s your fault. He is dead because of you. Her voice echoed inside her mind, leaching her sense of self. Suddenly, the idea of being a mother with dreams and ambitions felt too far out of reach. It didn’t seem so appealing anymore. She felt hollow, overwhelmed, and scared by the thought of raising a child on her own and finishing her studies seemed like an impossible task.

In the midst of the storm, Nina refused to give up. She kept thinking of Josh and she knew he would never want this for her. Being shunned by her in-laws gave her the chance to focus on what truly mattered—her own family. She didn’t have the best relationship with her parents growing up, but when Mathilda was born, everything changed. Suddenly, there were daily calls, frequent visits, and a lot more affection than she was used to. It felt strange at first, but she slowly got used to it, realizing that she wouldn’t trade it for anything. This was her chance to heal old wounds and finally make things right.

Mathilda was her own little sunshine—a bright and joyful child who filled the house with laughter, giggles, and warmth. It was something Nina hadn’t known that she needed so much. By looking into those big, innocent eyes, she knew she was going to be okay and that Josh would always be with her, living through Mathilda. Being a mother was the hardest task in her life, but it was also the best task she could ever ask for.

“This is the last train to London. No other trains are leaving for London today.” A male announcer’s monotonic tone pulled her out of her melancholy, making her sigh before throwing her lifeless cigarette on the ground. She stomped on the stick with her heel, hands tightening her bag that was securely wrapped around her shoulder. She stood in line among many others, eyes darting around her. Her hazel eyes found a child, whose doe-eyes were boring into hers as she sat on her mother’s shoulders.

Nina felt her heart swell, the way the child’s eyes glowered from the lights above, reminding her of her sweet baby girl who was waiting for her to come home. The little girl on her mother’s shoulder brought her little hands up to wave, which she gladly did the same as her lips curved into a sweet smile. She watched a big toothy grin etch onto the baby’s face, lips emitting small giggles. The mother looked up, moving her gaze to where her daughter was looking at. The woman politely smiled toward the female, her head nodding in greeting as she gripped her child’s hands. “She’s pretty, isn’t she, bub?”

Nina’s heart fluttered, eyes softening at the little girl shyly nodding her head. She hummed, smiling at the woman. She turned her head back to her daughter, a wide smile reaching her features. “And aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” she cooed, fingers tickling her side earning a happy beam. Some turned their heads to the interaction, smiles forming their tired faces, and others who stood in line impatiently and just wanted to hop on the train.

Nina stepped onto the train, her heels loudly clanking against the hard metal ground causing a few heads to turn her way. She felt heat wash over her, blood rushing through her ears at the unwanted attention as she squeezed herself into the cramped space of passengers trying to blend in. Her lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed with discomfort as she swarmed into the heavy mass of bodies occupying the exit area.

She bit her lip, stifling back a groan, feeling someone’s heel stepping on her toes. She clenched her jaw, her narrowed eyes darting across the packed ambiance as she looked for empty seats or even a place to stand. Much to her dismay, it was none as it was inhabited by many other frustrated passengers. She fixed the strap of her bag and clutched it tightly against her body, eyes still searching. But as she was looking her eyes locked with none other than her professor, whose eyes were hesitant, but soft as he gave her a polite smile in greeting.

Her heart leaped out of her chest, feeling a dust of crimson dancing across her cheeks. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, returning his smile with an uncertain simper, mostly to herself as she was contemplating whether or not he was smiling at her or someone else. “Excuse me, ma’am.”

A rough voice startled her out of her state, head snapping toward a man who was standing beside her, looking rather impatient. She sheepishly apologized, realizing where she was standing, and moved to the side. She blew her cheek out with a heavy breath as her feet led her toward the other side of the train, hand gripping the metal pole tightly.

Her mind started wandering back to him, who was standing a few feet away from her. She could only see his face as his figure was covered by commuters standing in the middle of the train. She wondered what he was wearing since she was used to his formal attire—suit pants, black striped shirt, sometimes a plain white shirt and if you took a closer look you could see a small silver chain wrapped delicately around his neck. A warm feeling settled into her stomach and she cringed for feeling this way about her own professor. It wasn’t like she was in love with him like any other student was, but she couldn’t help but immerse in the idea of seeing him under different circumstances.

There wasn't that much of an age gap between them and by the looks of it, he looked fairly young compared to other professors and employees in the university. The subject of age seemed to be the most appealing amongst the students, especially for the female students who gave him heart eyes whenever he entered the lecture room. Most of his lectures included cheeky and flirty remarks from the girls in the front row, desperate to grasp his attention. Nina was quite the opposite, well—Mr. Turner was definitely appealing to her eyes, but due to her shame and bashful nature, she prefers to keep her fantasies and opinions to herself. She has for certain thought about him rearranging her insides in the classroom once or twice, but you didn’t hear that from her.

Besides her infatuation, she finds him incredibly intelligent and a good lecturer. Mr. Turner is quite the talker, which is not surprising with the way the girls are piling up his feet, but that part seems to be irrelevant to him. And she liked that about him—he’s only here to do his job, nothing more. She usually sits in the front row, but distances herself from the annoyingly loud girls who wanted nothing more than to sleep with him.

“Mr. Turner, what are your plans this weekend?” A student interrupted the professor mid-sentence, earning his attention as his eyes averted away from the projector, toward the young female who leaned closer against the table with a flirtatious smile.

The lecturer held his breath, lips pressed into a thin line as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Nothing that concerns you,” he replied with a tip-lipped smile, brushing off her flirtatious nature as he placed his hands on his hips before clearing his throat. “As I was saying….” he continued with his lecture, ignoring the hushed whispers coming from the girls in the front row.

This went back and forth and Nina fought the urge to roll her eyes at one of them as she scribbled down a few words in her notebook. She bit her lip in concentration, eyebrows creasing her forehead whilst trying to pay attention to what he was saying among the loud whispers that were filling every crevice of her brain. She tsked, face morphing into a scowl as she shared a look with her friend, who was sitting beside her just as annoyed.

Her irritation, along with the rest of the class, seemed to catch his attention, the character in her eyes mirroring his as he noticed her look of discomfort. He paused, causing the room to be quiet too. The hushed whispers and murmurs seemed to cease, everyone holding their breath in anticipation.

Mr. Turner stepped closer to his audience, eyes darting across the room as he studied the state of his students. He licked his lips before speaking, hand gripping his projector controller. “Raise your hand if you’re deeply disturbed by the people from the front seat.” he simply told his students with his hand raised, voice calm and stoic.

Nina wanted to laugh at how the girls’ expressions changed, looking behind them to see that everyone raised their hand in the air, including her as they voiced their shared complaints. She quietly snickered, covering a hand over her mouth, earning his attention. She saw a glint in his eyes before he moved his head toward his class. “If you’re here for the sake of learning, you’re seated. If there are other reasons, you may leave,” he ordered, sauntering backward.

His arm was stretched, the controller in his hand marking a red dot pointed toward the door. “The door is right behind me,” he said once again, a small smile reaching his face as he watched the spectacle in front of him. The seats were rearranged as half of the class started leaving, making some students who were seated cheer in delight, making her stifle back a grin.

She slumped back into her seat, deeply exhaling as she mumbled incoherent things under her breath. “Thank God,” she sighed, earning a response from her friend. She fixed her posture, hands running over her notes to see where she left off.

She watched Mr. Turner’s lips curve upwards, watching them leave the lecture room before moving his head back to his remaining students. She watched his eyes trailing over the front row, and she almost jumped when he locked eyes with her. He gave her a smile and she didn’t know if she was delusional, but she swore she saw him winking at her.

A harsh collision between her and another passenger brought her out of her daydream, feeling their body trapping her against the window. She let out a raspy gasp, the burning ache on her side clawing its way to her throat. She quietly hissed, face forming into a scorn as she brought a hand to her right side. “Fuck,” she murmured, rubbing the area which she knew was going to be a nasty bruise.

Nina’s ears burned with their profuse apologies, and she had to swallow back a shady remark that would probably kick her out of the train. She gritted her teeth in pain, jaw so tightly clutched that she could only nod her head, sending a sharp smile their way before moving her gaze forward. Much to her luck, her eyes found his once again—this time clouding with genuine concern.

Blood rushed through her face, feeling herself getting hot as her thoughts spiraled out of control. The thought of him watching her getting slammed into the window was enough for her to cringe internally. She looked away for a second, and looked back at him before glancing beside her, unsure eyes looking for another suitable person that he sent his concerns to. She cursed inside her mind, clenching her jaw before looking back at him with a finger pointed at herself.

Mr. Turner’s lips curved upwards, eyes tinted with amusement as he nodded his head. He watched her mouth turn into an “o”, realization forming her features as she gave him a polite yet bashful smile before nodding. He saw her quickly moving her head, eyes looking elsewhere while being squeezed between two passengers. He felt her discomfort and he wanted to reach out to her and have him close to his side, but he knew that was too far out of his reach.

The professor’s mind was a hurricane. It was violently raging, swirling, and spinning that it was hard to tell where it was all leading. He looked away, gaze moving away from her toward the hard ground with a puzzled expression. A heavy feeling tugged at his chest. It was like something or someone was sitting on his ribs, crushing till he couldn’t breathe. His eyebrows creased his forehead and he brought his hand up to his chest, clutching his shirt into a fist as if he was trying to remove the shame that was latched into his heart.

Alex knew it was wrong—very wrong. He had overstepped his boundaries, and he was fighting for his life to keep it professional. He exhaled with a heavy breath, chest heaving as he tried to shake the image of her from his mind. But it was no use; from the moment he saw her in his first lecture, he knew he was doomed. Those hazel eyes, so intently focused on him, seemed to see right through him. The way she listened so intently, with genuine interest and engagement, made him feel a magnetic pull he couldn’t resist. It was as if her presence alone made him feel seen and valued.

Nina was top of his class, exceeding in every topic psychology had to offer. Her grasp of the subject was remarkable and her passion left him sometimes dumbfounded with her captivating insights and perspectives. She definitely left a profound impression on everyone around her—including him. Although she was reserved and quiet during most of his lectures, she had other ways to stand out as the shining star of his class. She was often seated at the front, nose buried in her notebook as she was scribbling down every word that came out of his mouth. She had ‘I’m smart and intelligent’ tattooed on her forehead, and he wasn’t all surprised when some of her classmates desperately volunteered to be in the same discussion group as her. He didn’t want to be the professor who had favorite students, but she was an exception.

Nina walked forward with a stoic expression, eyes looking anywhere as she got lost in her inner world as she was on her way to her next lecture. She had her books close to her chest, arms crossed like two swords along with her tote bag tightly strapped to her shoulder. Her Chelsea boots skimmed smoothly down the marble floor, fastening their pace as she noticed the hallway slowly turning into traffic.

She grimaced, looking at the many students engulfed around the ambiance, just like her, trying to get to their class. Her stomach turned into knots, thoughts wandering over to her professor’s nagging and whining over her lateness. Her professor was a woman in her late 40s, mostly very sweet, but she was very picky and strict over time and punctuality. She could already hear her voice at the back of her head, and she was so immersed in the thought of Mrs. Williams that she didn’t notice someone walk her way.

Before her brain could register the sound of her books dropping, along with her glasses, her body collided with a hard chest. She lost balance and fell backward, her body dropping down the hard marble floor with a thud. Her lips emitted a small whimper, eyes squinting as her hands looked for her glasses amidst a busy crowd filled with students. “Shit,” she mumbled, a cloud entering her vision and she felt a burning ache on her right wrist.

“I am terribly sorry. Here let me help,” she heard a deep–yet soft voice fill inside her eardrums, causing her to look up. She scorned, blinking a few times as she looked in front of her with her blurry vision. Her hand took hold of her glasses and she put them on, seeing the world clearly.

She noticed that her book was no longer on the floor and she instinctively looked up, gazing up to see Alex’s apologetic expression while he held his hand for her to help her on her feet. Crimson danced across her cheeks, along with a furiously beating heart as she slowly took his hand.

Nina gently brushed him off, voice soft as he hoisted her up to her feet. “N-No, please. I was in my own bubble and didn’t notice you walking towards me.” she sheepishly apologized with a shy smile as she felt him squeeze her hand before letting go, and she hated that he let go.

Alex chuckled, “I guess we’re both a little out of it today, huh?” he jested as the pair moved to the side, sauntering away from the busy crowd toward the end of the stairs. Nina held onto the stair rail, eyes looking at the people passing through the big hall. She locked eyes with her friend, standing beside the vending machine, who was looking at her with a knowing look. She gave her a glare at her giving her thumbs up, feeling heat creep upon her face before she moved her attention elsewhere.

“Your hand?” His voice pulled her attention toward him, watching his frown deepen as he watched her bruised wrist from the fall. She watched him hesitate for a second, fingers rubbing together before grabbing the hold of her wrist. The warmth from her face made it ten times worse, feeling the blood rush through her ears as she listened to her beating heart.

Guilt prickled his chest, lips screwed up as he gently rubbed the bruise. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled in a faint apology, rough fingers moving in a circle pattern as if the bruise would go away. He bit his lower lip, fingers halting his gesture before he finally let go of her hand. He looked at her, a small smile reaching his face as he felt a war inside his mind. He cursed inside his head, feeling like he crossed a line between being professional and overstepping boundaries.

Nina didn’t seem to mind. She watched him, heart stuttering against her chest at his touch. Her jaw slacked, and she saw him moving his head, eyes looking at her. She realized that she hadn’t said anything and she blinked before clearing her throat, bashfully smiling. “Oh, it’s fine, really.” she brushed him off, ignoring the throbbing pain on her wrist. She let out a small chuckle. “It’s not the first time I’ve hurt myself going down this hallway. The amount of times I’ve tripped and fallen is pretty concerning.” she tried to lighten up, ceasing some of the guilt that was reaching his eyes.

Alex’s chest rumbled with a deep chuckle, lips curving upwards at her simper. He let his body lean against the stair rail, gaze averting away from her toward the busy hall. “Yeah, tell me about it. It’s like watching the Hunger Games or something. I don’t get why they’re all in a rush, though.” he said, lips pressed into a thin line.

Nina bit her lip, eyes darting across his handsome features. She looked back at the hall, shrugging with a grin, eyes tinted with playfulness. “Could be a race against who would get to your class first. You see those girls?” she said, pointing a finger at them. “Yeah, definitely in a hurry to sit in the front seat.” she joked, lips emitting a small giggle before turning her head to him.

Alex grimaced, shaking his head with a laugh. “Oh, god no.” he let out a breathy chuckle, licking his lips. His eyes sparked. “They’re definitely running to Miles’ class. Heard they dropped out of psychology and are taking music studies instead,” he told her, scoffing at the end making her mouth gape open.

“What? Really?” She expressed, eyes wide almost building out its sockets as she watched him nodding his head. His eyes danced at her reaction, sending an amused smile her way. “Mhm. Think Miles can handle it, though. He loves the attention.” he said with another chuckle, referring to his colleague and close friend.

Nina’s eyes lit up at the mention of the music professor. She remembered that he was a substitute for Alex one time and she grew very fond of him during that lecture. Miles Kane was very jovial and full of energy, which seemed to match her class, as they developed a liking to him. While he had no such expertise with Mr. Turner’s subjects, Miles sure had an interesting way of presenting given topics with his competence—being music.

She thought about Mrs. Williams’ class and she knew she was already running late, but she couldn’t seem to find the energy to care as she was glued beside her favorite professor indulging in a conversation—which was the longest conversation she’d ever had with him, ever.

“See you in class at three?” Alex asked with a gentle smile, hope tinted in his voice as he changed the subject.

He watched her face morph into a small frown as she shook her head. “Sorry. I have a dentist appointment.” He nodded in understanding, his face clouding with slight disappointment at her absence from today’s lecture, but that look quickly vanished as it rapidly appeared. This went unnoticed by the latter and he watched her eyes lit up.

“Oh, by the way. I couldn’t send the last assignment because my computer is not working at the moment, but I did print it and–uh, wait…I think I got it. I’ll give it to you. Hold on.” she bubbled, words mumbling incoherent words as she roamed her hands around her bag to look for her papers.

The professor’s deep chuckle filled her ears, causing a tremor of butterflies to swarm into her stomach. She felt his hand rest on her arm, making her look up. She hated that she was so easily susceptible to him. She felt hot under his touch. She watched him shake his head, slowly pulling his hand away making her frown. “Don’t even worry about it.”

Her heart stuttered against her chest, making her let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She pouted, “Are you sure, Mr. Turner?” she asked him, doe-eyes looking into his soft caramel orbs that she shamefully had grown to love.

He nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “Don’t sweat it. and besides…You’re my A student, and I know that with this assignment it will be just as strong as the others. Your writing is…. incredibly remarking, I must say. I really admire your passion for this subject.” he gushes, lips curving upwards at her response.

Nina’s features went from a bashful expression to an appreciative look. Her lips morphed into a smile, showing her teeth as the rapid of her chest stuttered. His words kept repeating inside her head like a mantra and she covered her fingers on her mouth to hide a big grin. She bit her lip, eyes sparking. “T-Thank you, Mr. Turner.” she shyly accepted his compliment, eyes softening at the way he was looking at her with another polite simper.

The professor hummed with a tip-lipped smile, mouth closing as the pair fell into silence. Alex’s eyes danced, mirroring the way his stomach swooned with butterflies. He felt a tug at his heartstrings, chest prickling for developing such feelings for his student. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger longer on her face. It traced down every feature, every line, and then back to her hazel eyes before trailing down to her lips.

“Mr. Turner?” he slightly jumped, her honey-filled voice pulling him back to reality. He blinked, noticing her looking at him with a look he couldn't quite decipher, with her head tilted to the side. Blood rushed through his face, a flustered expression forming his handsome features as he realized that he had been mindlessly staring at her without knowing. He let out a breathy chuckle, heart palpitating against his chest as his lips emitted small apologies.

She hummed with a small giggle, shaking her head at him. “It’s quite alright,” she reassured, eyes soft as she watched him let out another chuckle.

Alex sighed, loudly cursing inside his head and he looked down at his hands realizing that he was still holding her books. His eyes widened, his brain registering that she was probably headed to her class. “Right…uh–your books. I am so sorry. Here. I’ll see you next week then.” Alex stuttered, handing over her books before clearing his throat and turning on his heel. He grimaced, cursing internally while having his back to her as he fastened his pace.

Way to go, Alex. He thought.

Alex snapped out of his state, his tired eyes moving from the filthy ground toward her, again. He quickly looked away as a small curse emitted from his lips, feeling like a predator watching his prey. He ran a hand over his hair, his hand carding through his locks, his nails lightly scraping at his scalp. He closed his eyes, a long sigh escaping from his lips, and letting his back hit the wall. Stop looking at her, you fucking creep. He thought to himself, jaw clenched so hard that it would break at any second.

Should I ask her to stand beside me, or is that weird? He thought, his handsome features morphing into a grimace. He bit his lower lip, hand tightening around the grip handle as he was battling internal turmoil. But she looks uncomfortable, though. Should I do it–no, fuck. It makes you look weird—His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by an awkward cough coming from behind him. “Excuse me.”

Alex shifted his body to the side while his hand was holding the grip handle to prevent him from falling. He looked at them, eyes apologetic as he let them through. He felt heat flood over his face, realizing that he had taken up the entire space. He was so immersed in his own world that he forgot everything else around him.

A small giggle earned his attention, head whirled toward the sound coming next to him. His gaze softened, watching a little girl nestled into her mother’s arms. The child had her eyes on him, doe-eyes curiously staring at him with a happy beam. His lips curled up, bringing his hand out to wave. Her reaction was laughable, making Alex chuckle as he watched her shyly hide her face in her mother’s chest.

He moved his gaze away, eyes staring through empty space. He felt eyes on him, making him clench his jaw. He knew it was her and he felt her boring her eyes into the side of his head. It felt like he was going to have holes in his temple and he was contemplating his next actions. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he finally looked over at her, still in the same uncomfortable position with commuters wedged between her.

Alex felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her sending him a small smile. He returned her smile, eyes growing tender. ‘Are you okay?’ he mouthed, referring to her current state. His stomach turned into knots, watching her huddled into a corner, trapped into the cramped space. He saw her nod her head, shoulders shrugging as she gave him a tired look. Fuck it, I’m doing it. he thought.

The never ending battle inside his head ceased and he didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from. The professor gestured with his head to the space next to him, indicating for her to stand. He saw her face etch into a confused look, tilting her head to the side. He gave her a look, eyes tinted with slight amusement and he gestured with his hand, pointing next to him.

Realization dawned on her face. A flustered expression formed her delicate features, lips curled up as she mirrored his simper with a shy nod. She looked beside her, noticing a passenger asleep on her shoulder. She blew out a small breath, face gracing with a scorn as she carefully moved her shoulder. She shifted her body to the side, making the person’s head hit the window. She stifled back a laugh, chewing on her bottom lip as she was trying to squeeze through the crowded space.

Nina deeply exhaled, not realizing she was holding her breath. Her eyes found him as she was walking toward him, whose face was painted with amusement at her situation. Her lips curved up, a dust of pink dancing across her cheeks as she held her bag close to her body. Her other hand was gripping on the rubber handle to keep her from falling, but the train lurched causing her to stumble on her feet. She gripped on the handle with both hands, feeling the train sped along the tracks, swaying side to side that made it difficult to walk.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered under her breath, the train’s erratic jerks nearly throwing her off her balance. She managed to carefully make her way toward him, but just as she neared her professor, she tripped over her own feet. Her lips uttered a small squeak just as he caught her in time, steadying her with a firm grip before she could fall. “Woah there—-I’ve got you.” his deep voice filled inside her eardrums, feeling his arm around her waist.

Nina felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck, eyes looking anywhere but him. She let his touch soak into her skin, his warmth sending electricity through her. She turned to face him, suddenly aware of how close they were standing. She watched him smiling softly down at her, “Well, that would’ve been one way to make an entrance.” she heard him say, making her lips twitch upwards.

Nina hummed with a small chuckle, eyes sparking. “I guess I’ve got a future in stunt work if my psychology degree doesn’t pan out.” she jested, wiggling her eyebrows making her professor laugh. She joined him, but their laughter seemed to abruptly cease, noticing some people on the train giving them disapproving looks.

The pair looked back at each other, stifling back another laugh. Alex looked at the old couple glaring daggers at them, his lips curving upwards. “Someone skipped their coffee this morning.” he said in a small voice, his voice barely above a whisper, but she heard him nonetheless.

Nina nodded her head, a simper resting on her lips. "You’re right. They look like they could use a strong cup right now.” she whispered, eyes averting away from the couple toward him, her grin widening as they both dissolved in quiet laughter.

The Collett girl tried her best to stomp down the butterflies that swarmed into her stomach, the sound of his laughter sending her almost reeling. She felt a flush of rose spread across her cheeks, along with a furiously beating heart that she was so sure of him hearing. Nina was taken off guard how they effortlessly fell into a conversation, their words flowing as freely as the train moved along the tracks.

She couldn’t grasp where she got her sudden confidence from, her shyness melting away as they talked about anything and everything that came to mind. He told her about his passion for music, revealing a side of him she hadn’t expected. She shared snippets of her life, but hesitating to mention her daughter waiting for her at home. She felt it wasn’t the time nor the place to reveal such information, yet.

The conversation flowed, creating a pleasant rhythm between them. Yet, as the conversation eventually began to fade, a comfortable silence engulfed around them. They exchanged occasional glances from time to time, gentle smiles and soft looks toward each other. The train rumbled along, the clatter of tracks being the only sound that was heard over the cramped ambiance. It was quiet on the train. There were a few murmurs and hushed whispers from a few passengers, while the rest were either seated or standing with tired expressions, face blunt as a white canvas. It created a peaceful atmosphere, allowing people to retreat into their own thoughts.

Then, the silence was interrupted by a sudden jolt as the train lurched violently. Nina was caught off guard, losing her balance and before she could react she was flung forward. She collided with her professor, her body slamming into his hard chest. Her hands instinctively flew out, placing against his chest as she crashed into him, the scent of his cologne filling her senses.

Alex’s arms were around her in an instant, hand gripping her waist with a firm but gentle hold, keeping her on her toes. “I got you, love.” he grunted, the use of an endearment slipping from his lips. Time seemed to slow as she looked up, her breath hitching as their eyes met. The world outside the train seemed to fade away, leaving only the pair wrapped in each other’s presence.

Nina opened her mouth, but closed it, not knowing what to say. She was so immersed in his touch that she found herself unable to speak. Her fingers subconsciously curled against the fabric of his shirt as she looked at him. Her heart stammered against her chest, feeling blood rushing through her ears. She grew hot under his touch, his rough fingers tracing down her back was enough to make her pulse quicken.

“Arriving in Paddington station.” The female announcer said through the speaker, causing the train to come to a stop. Some passengers flew out of the train, others were racing to get a seat or even a comfortable place to stand.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Alex’s lips, his firm yet gentle grip on her waist slowly loosening. It was as if he was reluctant to let her go. “There’s your stop,” he whispered, his hand running down her back comfortably before finally letting her go. And he hated that he had to let her go.

Nina seemed to snap back to her state, eyes blinking as she realized that she was still nestled up to his chest. A warm blushed tinged her face and she slowly left her hand, turning to her side to watch the passengers desperately trying to leave the packed train. She felt cold when his hand left her waist, along with the warmth of her face disappearing, as if someone was leaching all of the vibrancy out of her skin. A heavy feeling settled into her stomach and she exhaled before turning back to her professor.

There was something in the way he was looking at her that made her stop in her tracks. His caramel eyes seemed to hold her in place, making the back of her hair stand up. She wanted to move and exit the train, but it was like her feet were glued to the ground. Her heart was having a war with how it was violently beating, and she wondered if everyone on the train could hear how fast it was thudding. She wanted to say something, but her mind was a swirling fog, preventing her from expressing her thoughts.

Someone brushing their shoulders with hers seemed to pull her back yet again from her spiraling mind. She bit her lip, feet slowly sauntering toward a small group of people ready to leave the train. She halted with her steps and turned her body toward him again with a kind smile. “See you next week, Mr. Turner.” she sheepishly bid her goodbyes, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He watched her leave in a hurry, her body disappearing into the mass as the door closed. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A frown was growing on his features, eyebrows creasing his forehead as he looked at the door. His own reflection was staring right back at him and he looked away, his gaze forward as his mind went haywire.

Nina Collett, who are you really? He thought to himself.

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captainwans · 11 months ago

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𝑴𝑹. 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺.

the masterlist.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: professor!alex turner x student!fem oc.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: this series contains mature scenes, sexual references, character death, vulgar language, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mental illness, age gap (student in her twenties), an excruciating slow-burn (now i’m being dramatic, but you get the picture), other triggering topics, and all the feels (—i’m talking about sweet-teeth rotting fluff that makes you want to evaporate. or soul wrenching angst that feels like a punch in the gut). if any of themes, opinions or content upsets you or makes you uncomfortable, feel free to message me, or simply, do not read it.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮.

the last train to london

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮.

familiar stranger

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹.

hungry like the wolf

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮.

you don’t bring me flowers

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮.

a winter’s tale

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captainwans · 11 months ago

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you have no idea how much i love fetus!al 🤧😫

when you're so pretty and i'm so shy

when banging into somebody only leads to more banging

warnings: fluffy smut, fingering, eating, and the regular shmegular

word count: 3k

The first time Alex talks to you, he breaks your nose. You had known each other nearly your whole life but you lived on opposite sides of town and ran in different groups. The closest you ever came was when he sat two seats over from you in English and you passed a note to him once. Then, in physical education, during a rousing game of basketball, he crashes into you. You aren't even playing the game.

You're standing on the sidelines, talking with Gemma, and paying little attention. Lost in gossip and the drama of Gemma's rivalry with Daphne Pritchett when the blur of Alex runs right smack into you. You hear the crack. You reach up and blood is pouring out. Your heart is pounding and your face is red but mostly you're too embarrassed to look up and make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you okay? I'm sorry," Alex profoundly says.

"Yeah," you mutter, even if it isn't true. You look up slowly at him.

"Shit," he whispers.

You panic and grab your nose. You wince in pain. "Is it bad? Am I missing a tooth or something?"

He shakes his head. "You're just...your nose...it's bleeding a little." A lot. There's a puddle on the floor and you can taste it, all metallic in your mouth.

"You broke her fucking nose!" Gemma shouts.

You cringe and curve your shoulders over. "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry." He's all meek and he has his hand on your shoulder trying to soothe. You or him, you aren't sure? "I'll take you to the nurse. Right? You good to stand?"

You nod and gradually stand up with his help. Your teacher hands you a pile of tissues that you hold close to your face groaning in pain. Alex's hand is on your back trying to guide you the best he can.

"I'm sorry. I just...I wasn't looking. I was an idiot and, and—I don't know."

"Not perceiving?"

"Yeah, that." It's brought a smile to his face and that makes you feel better. You don't want him to hurt too. He's always been a sweet guy.

"It's broken."

"Fuck," Alex mutters.

In the following days, with a piece of tape secured on the bridge of your nose and a bruise giving you an undereye coating, you catch Alex's eyes on you throughout the day. They're always filled with concern, desperate for forgiveness even though he won't accept it.

"You're fine," you reassure him in the hallway on the way to the cafeteria. "It was an accident. Besides, it's my new excuse to get a nose job."

"At least let me buy you lunch." You nod and walk together for the first time since your bloody walk to the nurse. "Is it healing alright?"

You shrug. "I think so. I can't really tell. Bruises mean healing."

His hands are stuffed in his trouser's pockets. He's slumped over and somber-eyed. "Sorry about all of that."

You laugh at his constant apologies. "It's fine. I swear. I like bruises. That sounds like I'm a freak."

"Kind of."

You gasp and turn to look at him with a cheeky grin and dirty Reeboks, the only personality to his school uniform. "Hey! You're the inflictor. You're in my debt. You're lucky I'm not suing you. I meant it in an I-Got-Into-A-Fight kind of way."

Alex chuckled. "Are you the type to get into a fistfight?"

"I think I'm more likely than you. You couldn't hurt a fly."

"I hurt you."

You toot. "It's fine. You upped my street cred. Anyone who knows what happened feels sympathy for me and for those who don't I can say things like 'Oh, you should see the other guy.'"

"Okay, then should we continue this routine and I break your leg next time?"

"No, I think I'm good on broken bones but maybe you'll allow me a punch at you."

He toys with you, "Threatening violence? I should tell on you."

You tell him through giggles, "I'd kick your ass if you do."

After he pays for your lunch, he walks you to your lunch table like a poor stray dog. You should start calling him Sandy in the vein of Annie's shaggy orphaned dog. "Thanks, Al."

"My pleasure." He gives a crooked smile. "Oh, and don't get a nose job."

Unsure of what he's said, you question, "Huh?"

"Back there you said..." he points his thumb behind him then shrugs. "Anyway, I like your nose."

You furrow your brows. "Thanks?"

He's blushing and it makes your cheeks flush and you feel like he's attacking you with his cuteness. Like he's a cute drug you're overdosing on. You want to crush him up in between your teeth and digest him completely. (Maybe you've taken too many painkillers).

"You're pretty. That's all."

You smile back at him, overwhelmed by his flirtatious shyness. "Well, thanks." He turns to walk away but you stop him with "Do you want to sit with us?"

"I don't want to intrude and I've got me friends." He points over to a table in the back corner filled with rowdy boys tossing food at one another.

You shake your head. "You owe me."

"So, I'm gonna be in your debt forever."

You think, tapping your finger on your chin. "Hmm, well, at least for the rest of the year."

He chuckles and sits down beside you. You do have lunch together for the rest of the year but by Day 3 your table and his table mesh and suddenly you're intertwined.

The swelling is gone in a week, the bruises are gone after two weeks, the fracture healed in four weeks, and Alex and you date after 5 weeks. You think he first kissed you a week after your doctor told you it was healed for fear that his nose would hit yours and somehow dislodge its position again.

He has a guitar in the corner of his room that you tease him into strumming for you. He looks embarrassed the whole time and it makes it even more charming. He tells you his secret ambitions and you encourage the way his mind moves. It's the perfect Hollywood teen romance.

One evening, you fall onto his bed. The mattress dips under your weight, and your mouth opens under his. Your skin sears as you spread your legs wider to make room for his body. You feel mindless. You move against each other a little while making out. Uncertain shifts and searching grinds, friction, fervency. You've never done this before, what you're about to do, unlike him. You like him being more experienced. It makes you feel as if he's your guidepost.

Your kisses are all tongue, broken by moans and desperate gasps. Your nails dig into his back and you try to stifle the sounds forced from your mouth. He turns his focus onto your neck, licking and sucking, bruising you like a peach. "Let it out."

It's erotic and troubling how much you throb. “I—I want—”

“You want what?”

You roll your hips up against him for real, starting to shake when you feel how hard he is beneath his jeans, and his grip tightens on you like that’s too much for him. You do it again, moaning some more but as loud as you want this time, and find a rhythm. “Fuck,” he rasps, “I’m—fuck. Don’t do that, baby.”

He stops you by the hips. You grunt, “Why not?”

"'Cause if you do I’m gonna come in my fucking jeans."

You force yourself to meet his eyes and hold his gaze as you push your skirt down, before grabbing his hands so they’re pulling your panties and tights down together. He finishes the job when they get to your thighs, and you're suddenly aware that you're wearing nothing down there.

His attention drifts low. His expression takes on weight, and he whispers, “God,” almost like a 'Thank you.' It dissipates any insecurity. He spreads your legs a little wider and then trails his hand down from your knee to your center, stopping just an inch and then moving it back down again. He does it a few more times, and it’s torture. “You sure?”

You nod. “Yes,” you manage, throaty and raw. “Please, do it.”

He grins at that and keeps teasing you, but then gets close again, and this time he doesn’t go back down. Instead, he strokes you, just a brush of a thing, not even inside of you and you're still gasping. Fuck, fuck. “Alex," you manage as some strangulated thing.

“I know,” he whispers, keeps stroking, all infuriatingly slow. "You’re so good.”

When he slips a finger in it’s done carefully, but it has you gasping. You're hit with it: you're really doing this right now. You're in his bed and he’s fingering you. The thought alone is enough to make you lose it.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he says.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t. I—more, I want more—”

A second finger and your back arches. It feels like you're on fire when he finds your clit. The first brush has you whimpering, somehow overstimulated with just that ghost of a touch. He makes it worse by pumping his fingers in and out at just the right angle. He keeps stopping too, building pressure, and the third time you grab his hand to make him keep going. His fingers stroke a spot that has you crying out, and so he keeps going right there, and you hold his wrist, gasping and wanting what you can feel building so bad that you nearly scream.

He won’t give it to you, instead leaning down to kiss you again, smiling through it like maybe he’s enjoying the tease. You bite his lower lip in revenge and he laughs. “Feel good?” he asks.

You can only nod. He smooths your hair back and keeps going, keeps doing both; affectionate strokes and intimate ones with intent, the angle precise and the movements deliberate. When you come, his pace quickens a little and that feels so perfect, and your head falls back, and for a second everything just kind of whites out. Your legs shake and his thumb ghosts your temple. You blink and manage to utter, “Oh.”

“Oh,” he echoes, head tilted, fond. Alex kisses your cheek once, twice, three times. “You liked it?”

There’s a tiny bit of anxiety in his voice, which is ridiculous. “I loved it,” you correct.

His responding grin is like a spark to kindling. He says, “Me too.” When he sucks his fingers clean you get a burning fire inside you that you've never felt before. Your lips part.

Your breathing is shaky as you inhale. “Can we…?”

His forehead falls against yours. “I don’t have, uh—”

“Rubbers?” You ask, coming back to yourself a little now. “That’s okay, I do.”

Alex leans back. “Do you, now?”

“Shut up,” you say, face on fire as you sit up. You find your backpack on the floor and part of this feels ridiculous that you're doing this after school before his parents come home but it feels like the most romantic thing you'll ever get the chance to experience. That first love feeling. “Here.”

Alex takes them with a, “Huh,” and an infuriating grin. It falls a little as he looks back up at you, and his eyes are so brown and comforting. “You really want to? You’re sure?”

You nod. “I wanna.”

The fear is just an underscore to the want, which overpowers everything else. You're safe with him and he’s beautiful and you think if you don't sleep with him right now, tonight, you'll explode or something.

Alex kisses your cheek and then rips open the wrapper with his teeth. You sit on the bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. “We don’t have to do this, y’know.”

“No, I know,” you say, your school cardigan falling off your shoulder. You tuck your hair behind your ears, a nervous habit. “I know that I just want it to be...”

“Perfect?”

“Not perfect." You shake your head, “Good? I don’t wanna look back on this and think about how I was cold the whole time, or how I was insecure, or—”

“Don’t be insecure.”

You give him a dry look. “Yeah, okay, I fixed that problem.”

Alex gets you on your back and nuzzles your nose with his. “I’m just saying I think you’re beautiful.”

Your face scrunches up. “Liar.”

His jaw drops with exaggerated affront. “Excuse me?”

“You’re just trying to butter me up.”

He snorts and glances down. “Pretty sure I already did that.”

“Oh my God, you gonna hang that over my head forever,” you say, all laughing as you wriggle underneath him, and you wrestle like kids for a minute, and then you're just kissing. The rest of the world falls away. It’s just you and him in this bed, and the way you fit underneath him, and the sounds you make when he presses into you.

He pulls your top off and you can barely breathe before you come back together. He wants to see all of you so fucking badly, wants to touch every square inch of your body, wants to find every freckle and map out the distance between them like a cartographer with kisses.

You yank his shirt over his head and then sort of still, running your hands down the length of his abdomen memorizing it like your flashcards. Then you kiss him with complete need. Your arms wind around his neck and he wraps his around your body, hands searching for the clasp of your bra. He undoes it and leans back to pull it off slowly, eyes on you until it’s gone, and then his gaze falls to your chest.

“Fuck,” he whispers, ragged, you're so— there isn’t even a word. Divine is the only thing that comes close to his mind. He starts kissing and doesn’t intend to stop, insatiably craving your taste. He sucks your skin to bruise, on your collarbone and sternum, right above your heart. He can hear it pounding, an erratic busting beat. He brushes his lips over your left nipple, kissing it softly and feeling it perk, hardening in his mouth as he plays his tongue over it. You start to tug on his hair and he's obsessed with the feeling.

“Alex,” you beg, “please, please—”

He’s listening, but he doesn’t respond. Just moves lower and lower still, running his open mouth down your stomach and only stopping when he’s settled between your legs. Alex eats you out slowly, stroking your thighs and squeezing your hips while you moan and whimper and gasp various words of the ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ variety. He decides that he fucking loves this, it’s his favorite thing on the planet maybe, and he can’t help grinning while he does it.

When he starts to move back up you try to push him down. “No, no, I’m not done—”

Alex laughs. “I know that, knobhead. Just wait." He knows he’s infuriating you but that’s on purpose too. He fucking loves it when you get all wound up like this. He strips and puts the condom on as quickly as he can manage, and you watch all fascinated, cheeks flushed when you catch sight of his dick. You're sort of sitting up now, so he tugs you back down with a murmured, “Come here.”

He slides in and being inside of you feels ritualistic. You're so warm, and you wrap your body around him as you start to move together. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and he cradles you, wants you to feel so safe, and relishes in every sound you make. Alex pulls your leg over his hip for a deeper angle and your head falls back. “Oh, fuck, yes,” you whine.

He stays right there and fucks you so good and so raw he feels sweat start to bead on his back because he’s been waiting for this for so long and if it doesn’t last for at least a few minutes he might as well die. You're so goddamn pretty under him too, with gentle curves and soft skin as you moan. He does too, can’t help it, doesn’t wanna, just wants to feel this and never forget it.

Your back arches when you come. You grasp at the headboard and cry out and so he lets himself too. You pile on top of one another like that heap in which you first spoke. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters.

You let out a weak noise. Alex turns to you, your faces less than an inch apart. You're all flushed and dazed and he loves it. He bumps his nose against you. “You alright there?”

“Shhh,” you say, with an ineffectual whack to his arm. “I’m...”

He grins. “Me too.”

You nod. You turn onto your side and so he pulls you into him, gathering you up to hold. He pulls the blanket over your bodies as goosebumps rise on your arms. You burrow against him gladly. “Mmm. Warm.”

Alex hums. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” he urges, watching your eyelids flutter shut.

You snort. “So I take it you’re a total girl after sex, huh?”

Alex shrugs. “I was just trying to save you the bladder infection, but I guess I’ll just fuck off.”

That has you scurrying out of his arms with an, “Oh, shit,” and his eyes follow your body shamelessly as you leave him.

Later, when you're all dressed and pretending to do homework, you shamelessly ask him, "When can we do that again?"

He looks up all shaggy. He's dressed in his home clothes with a T-shirt and jeans. You're stuck in your school's uniform skirt but with his old sweatshirt overtop, all cutesy in a way that has him biting on the eraser of his pencil. "Oh, no, I've created a sex addict."

You toss your pencil at him, making him chuckle as he catches it. "You seemed to enjoy it just as much as me."

He has a cheeky smirk and looks deeply at you. Then, suddenly, he turns serious, clasping his hands with one another and sitting up straight. "I could pencil you in for Saturday," he says as he flips through his desk calendar.

"Shut up or I'm withholding the goods."

"Exhortation now?"

"I can be one and done. I fear you'd crumble without seeing me naked again. I'm trying to spare pain."

You're so cute it makes everything in him a desperate, clingy spirit and he's not sure how he's going to be able to let you go back home after today. You're so far away, curled up on his bed while he's over at his desk. What is he doing over at his desk?

So, he stands up, walks over, and kisses you.

a/n: it's a quick, sweet fic. plenty of other things cooking...thanks!

#i’m gnawing on the walls #alex turner fic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you

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captainwans · 11 months ago

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The Last Train to London ── A teaser. . .🙂‍↔️

Alex!Professor x fem!oc!reader

I’m not sure where I’m going with this but I have a good feeling about this. Excited for you guys to read it soon. 🤍

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #alex turner fic #alex turner imagines #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #captainwans navigation #alex turner x you #alex turner series #prof!alex turner x reader #alex turner x fem! reader

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captainwans · 11 months ago

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Put the bat down

pairing: the car!alex turner x fem!reader

warning: vulgar language, but overall humorous and funny.

prompt: nr. 1 (not specified)

word count: 800

A rustling sound is what woke her up from her slumber, eyes wide open as she moved over to the side to look at the time. She squinted her eyes, a small curse emitting from her lips as she gazed at the clock.

She let her head hit the pillow and rubbed her eyes with her knuckles before letting out a tired sigh, trying to get back to sleep. But just as she closed her eyes, another sound from downstairs made her body jolt up from the bed. A thud made her heart leap out of her chest, feeling her blood turn cold.

And suddenly she was wide awake, tiptoeing toward the end of the bedroom. Her thoughts spiraled, pulling her into a range of what if’s, making her anxiety bubbling up to the surface. She quietly opened the door, head popping out first before exiting out of the room with her famous bat resting on her hands.

She frowned as she slowly walked down the stairs, hearing more rustling and swishing sounds. She thought about Alex, but shook her head to the possibility since he was on the road touring. So, who was it?

Darkness crept into the hallway downstairs and she narrowed her eyes, trying to detect where the sound came from. She saw something out of the corner of her eyes, making her hold her breath. She held on the handrail, letting her feet guide her to the hallway.

She gripped on the wooden material, fingers tightly clutching the bat as her other hand was touching the light switch. She squinted her eyes in the dark, watching the figure suddenly getting closer.

She let out an audible gasp, her throat emitting out a blood-curdling shriek as the lights turned on. She pulled the bat in the air ready to strike, but stopped midway, realizing who it was.

Alex screamed in surprise, watching his girlfriend with wide eyes as he brought a hand over his chest. His heart was palpitating, feeling his heartbeat pounding furiously inside his ears. He panted, dropping his briefcase on the floor with thud. “[Y/N], what the fuck?” He expressed, his Sheffield accent thickening.

[Y/N] scorned, chest heaving as she looked at him like he’s grown two heads. She pointed a finger at him, the bat still in the air. “What the fuck me? What the fuck you, Alex? What are you doing here?” She asked him, dumbfounded and jaw slacked as she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Alex scoffed with a chuckle. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere before landing on her. “Uh—surprise?”

She cursed, “It was one hell of a surprise. I thought you were an intruder, or even a killer!” She said, her voice frantic, eyes almost bulging out of its sockets.

Alex glared at her, his tired eyes staring into hers. He pointed at the bat, forehead creasing with the way his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. “And you think with a bat, you’ll take them down? Really?” He interjected, hands on his hips as he gave her a funny look.

[Y/N] shrugged, lips pressed into a thin line making him laugh. “And put the bat down before you’ll end up killing me instead.” She obliged and placed the bat down beside the wooden counter before facing her boyfriend of five years.

She mirrored his actions by placing her hands on her hips, trying to imitate the same look he gave her, but failing miserably. She saw him glowering at her, making her giggle as she saw him inching closer.

“You’re very annoying, you know?” He told her, hands wrapping around her waist before pulling her into his embrace. He sighed, face nestled into her neck and prepping soft kisses against her skin.

“I know. But you love me, right?” She jested into his chest, slowly pulling away and looking at him through her lashes.

He grumbled, tickling her sides making her yelp with surprise. He smiled, kissing her forehead whilst listening to her whines. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

[Y/N] slapped his arm, earning a hiss from the musician. “I’m annoying? You’re the one who’s annoying. Coming home at three in the morning.” She scolded, face turning into a grimace before turning on her heel.

“Well, sorry for wanting to surprise you.” He mumbled, grabbing his briefcase as the couple walked toward their shared bedroom.

“And mission failed.” She pointed out, giving him a look, which he pouted at.

“Anyone told you you’re a little paranoid?” He asked her, walking beside her as they entered through the door.

She gave him a disapproving look. “Looking over your shoulder should always be second nature. Now, let’s get to bed I’m tired.” She answered, pulling the duvet to the side as she snuggled into the sheets.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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captainwans · 1 year ago

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here is a small little teaser with what i’ve been working on 🙂‍↔️ i’m joining the train y’all i can’t resist professor al😫 i plan on making a small series but i’m not sure if you guys want to read it bc most of my fic doesn’t have smut bc i suck at writing it 😭😭 but it will allude to smut and have some moments. 🤭👀

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captainwans · 1 year ago

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Take This Longing

“Let me see your beauty broken down”

warnings: 18+, fluff with a touch of angst, oral (m and f receiving), sub al, a bit of rimming and fingering (m receiving), piv, choking and crying during sex, lots of feelings

word count: 3.7k

Alex and I sat in our local East London pub with loud and hectic chatter filling the room. A football match was on; it was Arsenal vs. Manchester City.

I leaned against Alex's shoulder, with his hand wrapped tightly around my waist, while we both watched the match on a wooden seat adjacent to the unlit fireplace.

The smell of alcohol lingers in the air, mixing with the sound of clinking glasses and exuberant cheers.

Despite the noise, I felt a sense of peace from being so close to Alex, enjoying our time together in the midst of the excitement. The pub was fairly crowded on this gloomy Friday night, with the dimly lit, cosy atmosphere becoming more intimate as it approached halftime in the game.

Alex got us each a pint of Estrella, though he finished his within a couple minutes, which wasn't like him.

He didn't make much effort to talk to me today; even when we prepared breakfast together, there wasn't much from him, just shy kisses and silent smiles.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something might've been off between us, but I didn't want to distract him by bringing it up. Instead, I nestled closer to him, hoping that the warmth of his body would dispel any doubts lingering in my mind. Closing my eyes, I sought solace in the chaos around us, immersing myself in his embrace.

Only when I tried to lighten his mood by commenting on someone's outfit or the match on TV, which he seemed to be laser-focused on, did he reply with deliberate laughter or a monotone “Yeah."

He usually gets so pumped up watching a football match, especially when London is playing. He even normally invites a friend over to watch with us at the pub or our house.

However, this whole day was just different. The air around Alex turned cold, a stark contrast to his usual warmth. While I have seen him like this before, the silence between us was unprecedented.

Though he was quiet with his words, he kept clinging close to me, like he needed something but didn’t want to ask for it.

Abruptly, he got up from the seat. Adjusting his cap, he tilts his head to the side while gesturing to me, holding his hand out to grip mine, indicating that he wants to head back home.

My face reads in confusion as we walk out together, hand in hand, his grip becoming tenser with every step we take.

"Are you okay?" I asked, turning towards him.

He looks at me with a pained expression, his eyes betraying a vulnerability I wasn’t too familiar with.

"Not feeling well," he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

His distant gaze gave me a sense of detachment. He was obviously out of it.

I nod in understanding, squeezing his hand reassuringly. We walk in silence for a few minutes with the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

He would never admit it, but I could see right through him. I knew I had to tread carefully around him but still offer my support without prying too much.

The tension in his grip grew weaker as we approached the front door.

As we entered the familiar surroundings of our home, I sensed a slight shift in his demeanour. Was the comfort of being in his own space beginning to alleviate some of his burdens or worsen them?

He removed his black cap and leather jacket, hanging them on the coat hangers by the entrance. He kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the red and black patterned carpet, its hues reflecting his sombre mood.

Alex walks up the narrow, black stairs as I follow behind to our bedroom.

We both slip into something comfortable, and while doing so, I find myself stealing glances at him, analysing his reactions with each movement he makes, attempting to gauge his emotional state.

I felt a sense of pure happiness and belonging in Alex’s presence that I’ve never experienced before. Every moment spent with him is a gift I never want to take for granted. The way he looks at me with such intensity, as if he can see right through to my soul, he means everything to me. I find myself constantly drawn to him, craving him like a drug.

Yet, it was impossible to ignore this nagging feeling constantly pouring off of Alex.

Although he was acting cold towards me, the warmth of his firm hands all over my thighs and my waist in the pub reassured me that I wasn’t his problem.

I knew this was something bigger. His ego.

I could feel the weight of his insecurities, and I wanted to help him carry them.

At times, I contemplate the authenticity of his struggles, questioning if he fabricates his torment for creative fodder rather than facing the superficiality of his social circle and lifestyle.

But deep down, I knew his struggles were real and that he needed someone to see past the facade, and I was that person for him, no matter how long it took for him to trust me completely.

We sat up on our bed, adorned with white linen, both reading a book. His was Despair by Nabokov, and I wasn’t even aware of what mine was called, as the only thing I could think about was how desperately I wanted to comfort him.

I’ve noticed a change in Alex since the end of the tour. He no longer recognises himself; he got lost in between his true self and the character he created during tour. There's something deep inside of him that despises the fact that I can bring out the real him.

I feel the burden of the unspoken words between us hanging in the air like a heavy fog, bringing us down.

Full of anguish, he places his book on the nightstand beside him and fixes his pensive gaze onto the wall in silence, his jaw clenched, losing the ability to cope with his yearning for self-esteem.

Alex gets entangled in his thoughts too often, and I knew if he wasn't writing about it, it was really consuming him.

I turn to face him, witnessing the struggle in his beautiful eyes as he fights back tears, determined not to break. I sit directly in front of him on the bed, holding his face in my hands and caressing his jaw.

I see it in his eyes—the battle between wanting to open up to me and shut me out. He's afraid of letting me in, afraid of what might happen if he allows himself to be vulnerable.

“Alex, tell me how you're feeling,” I softly say.

He remains quiet, but as we continue to stare into each other's eyes with utmost intensity, I know exactly how he's feeling.

That lost little boy look he had. The unspoken pain in his eyes. It’s already breaking my heart. But some things are just meant to be felt rather than understood.

I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my hand as I sit on his lap. I caress up his shirt to his stomach while my other hand grasps his hair, grounding us in this moment of intimacy.

He breaks down into tears as we wrap our arms around each other, embracing one another as tightly as possible. I feel his body tremble as he sobs into my hair.

Not expecting him to break down like this, I start to cry too, knowing how discontent he's feeling and how I just want to help him in any way I can to make him feel better.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice breaking with sorrow.

I couldn't help but to hold his face in my hands again, as he kept his eyes closed with tears still falling. It's as if I dove into the depths of his fragile soul and brought his raw emotions to the surface.

"It's okay; don’t apologise, baby. I love you," I say with a soft disposition but a heavy heart.

“I love you.” A few seconds later, I repeat, accompanied by gentle tears.

He finally opens his eyes, a storm hiding behind them.

He softly says, "I love you too," his voice cracking with a poignant sadness reflected in his gorgeous brown eyes.

I slowly start to kiss him with all the love I possess, and our extremely vulnerable moment of intimacy quickly becomes aggressive, with our tongues both passing through each other's mouths.

We get lost in the pure desire of the moment, conveying our longing for each other through our intense and passionate kisses, consumed by the fire of our love.

I trace my hand from his abdomen to his heart as we both gasp for air, our souls intertwined amidst the lingering scent of sorrow still in the air.

We reluctantly parted lips, locking in a piercing stare that made us both throb as we caught our breaths.

The taste of Alex’s lips lingered on mine as I guided him in removing his basic white t-shirt and black joggers, throwing them upon the wooden floor, leaving him with only his underwear on.

He removes my camisole and silk shorts, leaving me with nothing on. My body was completely exposed to him.

He gets on his knees on the bed, resting my feet on his thighs.

I knew what was coming next, but a part of me didn't even want him to. I would let my cunt drip with need forever if it meant I could please him, but this helps him feel better; it helps him let it out in a way.

He delicately caresses my legs, making tingles race down my spine as he refuses to break his dangerous gaze on mine.

He gradually moves his hands to my feet to gently stroke the top of them before returning back up to my legs.

He lies on his stomach, guiding me to spread my legs as he starts sensually licking stripes up my inner thigh, but with each time he gets close enough to my sopping wet cunt, he stops and licks my other thigh. Knowing that every touch he’s giving me makes me wetter and wetter.

Alex finally gives up this teasing agony to put his middle finger into me, curling it precisely to hit my sensitive spot just right as my head falls back in pleasure, moaning out his name.

He swirls the wetness to my clit with his finger, slowly rubbing it up and down, then inserting it back inside of me while forcefully sucking on my clit as I whimper and moan, trying to take deep breaths to feel as much as I can while still carefully watching him devour me.

Alex moans into my cunt, making me throb even more as he continues sucking meticulously on my clit, shifting his free hand to rub my inner thigh.

It was already overwhelming enough with his skilled mouth nearing me to the brink, but looking into his glassy eyes always heightened my senses, and I simply couldn't handle it any longer.

I feel my body tightening up, and he feels it too, as every part of me shakes, my hips moving all around his lips, feeling his scruff on my wet cunt. I loudly whine and moan, pulling on his hair, letting Alex know just how good he's making me feel. Releasing all of the tension I had, I cum hard on his tongue, making me into a powerless moaning mess.

He stops as soon as I get too sensitive, looking up at me as my release fades and my body relaxes. I caress his hair, giving each other a content look.

Alex soon feels his infallible needs take over his brain. He needs his sweet release that only I can give him. How insanely bad I longed to please him, to make his worries all go away just from my mouth. But he's going to have to wait to be inside of me.

I smile as I gesture to him to lie down on the bed. I pull down his black underwear to reveal his hardened cock, with precum leaking out of his tip.

I suck it clean, then spit it back onto his cock, mixed with my spit. He watches me in awe as I rub it all around the head and base of his throbbing cock.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking his thick cock, focusing on his tip, swirling my tongue around it, and using my hands to rotate the rest of him in rhythm. I watch Alex moan and squirm beneath me, his hand gripping the sheets tightly. With each movement of my mouth and hands, his breathing becomes more erratic, and his body tenses with pleasure and anticipation as I’m determined to give him the relief he needs.

I deepthroat his cock, his hand in my hair, pulling harshly. I try not to choke while massaging his balls with my nose buried in his soft pubes as my eyes start watering from the impact of him in the back of my throat. His little furrowed brow expression and needy moans only motivated me more. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing against my tongue; his moans are now becoming more and more intense. His hand pushed my head further down his cock.

I can feel his release slowly drawing closer and closer, pushing me to intensify my efforts while the sound of his pleasure fills the room.

I pull back to breathe, and I continue to stare into that intense, lust-filled need written all over his face, with loads of spit spilling down my neck and dripping to my tits.

He watches me in complete bliss, mouth open, eyes widening, whimpering like the little good boy he knows he is. The sensation of his gaze on me heightens my arousal, making me want him more, if even possible.

I feel him trying to hold back his long-awaited release. But I won’t let him wait any longer.

I dive back into his wet cock, slurping and devouring his tip like he was my last meal. At last, I feel him right on the edge of his release, putting him as far as I can in the back of my throat.

His body tenses, and he lets out a loud guttural moan before he finally surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of my mouth. I feel his warm, thick cum slide down my throat as I immediately swallow it.

He groans loudly as he cums, letting out a loud and vulnerable moan that the neighbours, for sure, must have heard.

I flick and swirl my tongue along his tip as his sensitivity is heightened, relishing in the taste of his cum. His face scrunches up with his mouth agape, overstimulated. His breathless cries of pleading pleasure intensify with us both out of breath.

I stop, taking a moment to kiss him hard, full of spit, full of lust, and full of love. I look at him to see the desire in his eyes, knowing we both crave more of each other.

I wish I could forever see his eyes half open, rolling back, his mind detached from anything bad, as I give him my mouth, sucking his cock to make him feel better. To fill him up with pleasure is all I need to live.

I place two of my fingers into his mouth as he sucks on them, getting them all wet.

I slowly spit on his hole, then delicately lick at it while sensually rubbing his wet and sensitive tip with my thumb and index finger.

His eyebrows furrow as he continues to let me take over his body, surrendering to me.

I lick around his hole and put my tongue slightly inside of him as he gives me shy whimpers, unable to contain his pleasure as his breath quickens, his cock still sensitive under my touch.

I put my middle finger inside of my dripping cunt to make it wetter, then I push my finger inside of him slowly, feeling him tense up before relaxing into the sensation. A low moan escapes his lips as he gives himself over to the pleasure I’m giving him. Fingering him exactly the way I know he likes it as his little moans start to become aggressively louder. Seeming like he's about to cum again, I don't let him, knowing it just makes him harder when I deny him.

I sit back on his lap with the base of his cock rubbing against my clit. I run my hands through his messy hair, giving him sweet neck kisses as he softly caresses my body, going from my back to my ass, his touch sending me shivers.

Wanting to see and feel him cum inside of me, I push his cock in my cunt, giving in to our needs. The tightness and wetness consuming him as I watch his face explode with pleasure.

Our eyes meet in a haze, deeply feeling each other as I grab the back of his head, pulling on his hair as I ride his cock. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me in sync with his sensual thrusts, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Our sweat mixes together from the friction of us rubbing against each other. Passionate and heavy moans come out of us as they coax the room.

We stare straight into each other’s eyes with an unexplainable intensity. I bury my face into the side of his, moaning right in his ear.

As I go to tell him how much I love him, I see tears falling from his eyes. I’ve never seen him cry during sex before. In that moment, I realised the depth of the emotion between me and Alex, our connection transcending physical pleasure. I hug him as I continue riding him with all I’ve got.

With our bodies skin to skin, sweat to sweat, there’s nothing that feels better than this.

His moans grew louder, barely being able to breathe out “fuck,” with his hand rubbing my back, the other wrapped around my waist. He puts his head back onto the wall, body deep in ecstasy, inviting me to put my hand around his neck as I squeeze it, bringing him closer to the edge.

I kiss him sloppily, filled with emotion. He’s melting into me and my body, forgetting who he is. We’re flowing through each other's veins.

Unable to hold back our loud moans, I keep riding him with a slower pace as we get closer, but as deep as I can with my precise moves and grip, feeling every inch and vein of his cock. Loving how he fills me up perfectly, like I was moulded just for him. His pleasures outweighed any thought of mine, urging me to fuck him harder.

Feeling Alex on the brink of release, he lets out a lowly, submissive "Please,” begging me to let him cum as I feel myself nearing the brink as well.

“Let go,” I breathily say, us both knowing there's a deeper meaning behind those words.

My desperate cunt clenched around him even harder with my hand around his neck, foreheads against each other, our bodies tremble in the throes of our intensely powerful release. We both gasp, his eyes fluttering back in euphoria, crying out each other's names in a near symphony. Tears of emotion and intensity stream down our faces. I slowly keep riding him; us both still super sensitive, to the point where it starts to hurt as his soft whimpers fuel my soul.

“That's my baby,” I softly say into his ear.

As we collapse into each other's arms, the room fills with our heavy breathing in sync as Alex and I come down from our high. A sense of deep connection and satisfaction washes over us. I stay with him inside of me for a few minutes, revelling in how amazing it is to feel Alex inside of me, full of him and his cum. We wallow in our weak and relaxed state, hindering any clear thoughts.

We now lie down in our bed, our warm bodies as close as possible, practically hugging. My head buried in his neck close to his jawline, getting lost in his natural scent.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, our hearts beat in unison while I wondered what I must've done to be so lucky to have Alex.

And I love him. More than anything or anyone. I love his smile, his body, his lips, his eyes, his gaze upon me, his hands, his body, his mind, and every little detail about him. I love him for who he really is. Behind the mask. Behind the facade. And the way he touches me, how he loves me, how he laughs, how he talks, how he kisses, and how he fucks me.

Sometimes I feel a bit undeserving of being with someone so utterly perfect, yet he's perfect for me.

He's beautiful, emotional, intelligent, mature, sensitive, sensual, sweet, and talented in every way. There's no way I could ever live without him. He’s the air I breathe.

My devotion to him consumes me; I would sacrifice everything, even my life, for him. I mean it with every fibre of my being.

“I'm sorry,” His slow, soft tone instantly brings tears to my eyes.

“I don't wanna be like that to you.”

"You don't deserve to be shut out because of my problems.” He slowly said, stuttering a bit, like he didn’t exactly want to admit it.

I kiss him in response, tasting divinity.

When we first started dating, I never really thought he would be this emotional with me; I thought that was spared for his alone time, just with his piano and acoustic, writing in his spare room.

But of course I want him to keep allowing me to soothe his pain. Even if it is through sex rather than words.

I tenderly caress his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin as he teeters on the edge of falling asleep.

"I love you so much," he whispers softly with his eyes closed.

“I love you more, Al.” I respond, smiling.

Minutes later, I feel his body jump, indicating that he's drifted into sleep. I was so consumed in him that I didn't even realise how tired I was.

As I drift off in his comforting embrace, a sense of tranquility washes over me, my smile fading into contentment.

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