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MINE TO PROTECT

ab x reader

warnings: verbal harassment, physical fight, swearing, misogyny if you squint, anxiety, emotional distress

a/n: this was supposed to be a short drabble holy fuck. i got too deep into the plot of it.. enjoy a bit of protective alfie to lighten your evening. hope you enjoy x

the pub is already rammed by the time you all get there. proper friday night outing, bass thumping through your chest, people packed shoulder to shoulder at the bar. it's loud enough that you've got to lean into eachother just to talk.

you're squeezed into a booth with everyone, your legs tangled under the table and everyone is already half drunk. alfie is next to you with his strong arm slung lazily along the back of your seat, his fingers brushing your shoulder every now and then without even thinking about it.

chip's mid story, chatting absolute shit as usual and cal is egging him on.

"bro, you did not do that" cal laughs.

"i swear on my life" chip grins, pointing his glass at him.

you're already giggling, leaning slightly into alfie as you chime in,

"no, because i can actually see him doing that"

eventually alfie stands, draining the last of his drink.

"right, toilet. you comin'?" he says to chip.

"yeah, go on then."

he leans down slightly before he leaves, voice softer just for you.

"don't go anywhere."

you huff a small laugh.

"i'm literally sat down."

"still" he mutters, brushing your shoulder as he walks off.

the conversation doesn't slow down. if anything, it gets louder. someone brings up something embarrassing about one of the boys, and you're fully crying laughing now, unfiltered, not really thinking about anything except how much fun you're having.

that's when the shadow falls over the table.

"oi."

your laughter dies off a bit as you glance up.

a big bloke, not just tall but proper build like he's used to people moving out of his way. he's staring straight at you, expression already twisted like he's annoyed.

"mind keepin' it down a bit?" he says, but there's nothing polite about it.

cal is the first to respond.

"mate, it's a pub.. everyone's loud."

the guy doesn't even look at him.

"im talkin' to her." he says, nodding at you.

your stomach dips, but you keep your face neutral.

"we're just talking. it's not that deep."

he lets out a short, sharp laugh.

"not that deep? you've been screechin' your head off for the last ten minutes."

sabina, who's sat next to you frowns.

"alright, no need-"

"nah there is." he cuts in, stepping too close for your liking. his presence feels weird, like it's pressing on you.

"some people think they're the main character everywhere they go."

you blink at him, confused.

"what?"

"just sayin'. bit loud. bit.. stuck up, yeah?" he says, looking you up and down.

"you don't even know me." you say, not backing off.

"don't need to, i can tell enough."

cal shifts forward now, more firm, not wanting anything to go off whilst alife isn't there.

"alright, mate. you've said your piece. just leave it, yeah?"

but the guy is locked in on you now.

"nah, she's got a mouth on her clearly. go on then, say somethin' else."

your fingers tighten around your glass. you hate how your heart's beating faster, how aware you suddenly are of how close that random guy is.

"i don't need to say anything. you're the one who came over here acting like a prick."

there's a split second where the table goes completely still before his expression hardens.

"watch your fuckin' mouth. you're not as clever as you think you are." he snaps, leaning in, his face way too close to yours now.

and that's the moment alfie walks back in. he doesnt hear everything, but he sees the way you're sat stiff, eyes a bit glassy as a bloke leaned into your space like he belongs there. and his expression changes instantly.

"oi, what the fuck's goin' on?" he says, his tone stiff.

alfie doesn't even look at him first, he looks at you.

"are you alright?" he asks quietly, scanning your face.

you nod, but it's not convincing.

he turns to look at the guy right then.

"why are you in her face?" he asks, voice low.

"just tellin' her to pipe down. got a bit of an attitude problem, your girl." the guy scoffs.

"what did you say to her?" he asks again.

the guy rolls his shoulders, like he's gearing up.

"i said she's loud as fuck and thinks she's all that. someone had to say it."

"you don't talk to her like that," alfie says, taking a step closer.

"or what?" the guy pushes.

everyone's trying to calm alfie, but he just shurgs them off, his eyes locked on the guy.

"i said," he repeats, "you don't talk to her like that."

"what are you gonna do about it?"

alfie moves closer, puffing out his chest, before the bloke speaks again.

"maybe learn to control your stupid bitch, yeah?"

alfie's expression goes cold in a way that's actually a bit scary.

"what the fuck did you just say?" he asks.

"you heard me."

chip moves quickly now, grabbing alfie's arm but he steps forward anyway, right into the guy's face, forcing him back just a step.

"say it again." alfie says.

the next few seconds seem to move rapidly. the next thing you see is alfie thorwing a hard punch right onto the guy's face.

"alfie, come on... please." you say quietly, voice shaking.

he hears it.

"you're done here. walk away." he says to the guy.

eventually you all break it up and go home.

the house is quiet when you get back. the buzz from the pub has worn off too quick, adrenaline crashing hard, leaving everything a bit raw. alfie locks the door behind you, and glances over he shoulder at you straight away. you've barely said a word since you left.

"d'you want a drink or.. something to eat?" he starts, voice softer that earlier.

you shake your head.

"no i'm fine."

he clocks your mood immediately.

"alright, come 'ere."

you follow him into the bedroom, toeing your shoes off by the door, your movements slower than usual. everything feels off. like tour body's still holding onto something it doesn'y know how to drop.

you change in silence, back turned slightly. alfie does the same, quicker, eyes flicking to you every few seconds. by the time you get into bed, you're already lying on your side, facing away from him. and it's not dramatic or anything, you're just quiet.

alfie props himself up on one elbow behind you, watching your back rise and fall with slow breaths.

"hey.., you gonna talk to me or just ignore me all night?" there's no bite in it, just pure worry.

"i just.. don't really wanna talk." you say, your fingers curling slightly into the duvet.

he doesn't push you. he shifts closer and slides and arm around your waist, pulling you back into him, chest warm against your back. his hand settles on your stomach, thumb brushing lightly, absentminded.

for a while, neither of you say anything.

until you softly spoke.

"i like that you stood up for me.."

his eyes flick to yours.

"yeah?"

you nod. "yeah. just.. not the fighting part."

"yeah, fair." a small, tired smile tugging at his mouth.

you shift closer into him without thinking, pressing your face into his chest. he exhales softly, one hand coming up to the back of your head, holding you there.

"c'mere." he murmurs.

after a bit, your voice comes out again, small against his shirt.

"was i actually that loud?"

"are you takin' the piss?" he says, tipping his head down slightly, trying to catch your eye.

"don't let some random bastard make you second guess yourself like that, girl. not happenin'."

"okay.." you say, relaxing a bit.

"get some sleep baby." he says, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "i love you."

"i love you too alf."

[f4iry-dvst]

ALF KNOWS BEST ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧ a/n: For the 400 anons I got about pervy bsf Alfie, hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations x ✧ pairing: alfie buttle x reader ✧ cw: pervy bestfriend alfie, innocent reader, dubcon, corruption kink, fingering, p in v, reverse cowgirl ✧ summary: Alfie’s made sure you save yourself for him in every way. Finally, he claims you.

alfie masterlist

ALFIE HAD ALWAYS told you to be careful who you got close to. Always told you boys wanted something from you that you absolutely couldn’t give them — you never really knew what that meant, you just listened to him. Of course, you were friends with boys anyway, Alfie an obvious example, but he pinky promised you he was a gooden and that no one else would be as nice to you as he was. Your parents hadn’t really helped this ideal either, having been very wary of what the world could do to their poor, sweet, innocent daughter. Unfortunately, teenage girls are mean, and teenage boys are…worse; there was nothing pushing back on what he’d made you believe, so nothing changed.

You always had a certain naivety about you ever since you were little, and Alfie picked up on it very quickly. He was just trying to protect you, obviously. You couldn’t have known better. Thus, you ended up quite sheltered, clueless. There were no secret chats under the covers at girls' sleepovers about boys or steamy movies you’d hide from your parents. Just you and Alfie. The way he touched you, talked to you, treated you — it was all you knew. And to be honest, you had no complaints.

Not making plans together when you were both free was a rare occurrence, to say the least. But with the recent heatwave, you were both content to stay home and sit still in front of a fan. Or so you thought. You were lying on your bed in just your knickers, because yes, it was that serious, not even the telly on to not risk heating the room even more and a Lana Del Rey CD playing in the background. Fan on blast and blinds closed to stop the stream of sunlight burning you alive, you were finally content after ages of sweating through clothes while you cleaned. Trying to wear anything was a lost cause. Brainlessly, you scrolled through your phone; any other activity would mean exerting too much energy for comfort — so you were completely oblivious to your surroundings and the sound of a car pulling into your drive. And the front door opening. And your bedroom door.

“I got bored, figured you wouldn’t mind me…”

Alfie stops in his tracks, eyes locking onto your almost bare form; he starts laughing, then. You jump out of your skin at the sight of him in front of you, quickly reaching for the duvet to cover yourself up, despite how hot it is. He’s definitely seen you naked before, sure: always comes in the bathroom while you’re showering, and you’ve never had any qualms about changing in front of him. But lying there practically naked for all his eyes to see was a little….much.

“My bad girl, caught you playin’ with your daffodil”

You tip your head slightly like a dog with confusion.

“What daffodil?”

Alfie can’t help but laugh at you again, much to your dismay.

“I meant touching yourself, what else could I have meant?”

A pause.

“Oh, you sweet thing”

You really don’t know what he means, and the condescending tone wasn’t helping. You grip onto the duvet and hold it against yourself tighter in protection as the embarrassment creeps in, because he’s looking at you in that way he always does when he confuses you. It’s almost like he enjoys it. After finally putting his bag down beside your desk and putting his can of now warm Monster down on a coaster, he walks over and reaches for the top of the blanket, pulling it away from your body; for some reason, even unknown to you, your hands drop and let him unveil you. Your cheeks are rosy red, and Alfie’s not sure if it’s the heat or his effect on you making you blush; either way, it’s making his belly warm. He loves getting you like this: squirmy and confused and embarrassed. He can’t help laying it on thick as usual.

“You reallyyyy don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You shake your head. Your hands come up to cover your chest as his gaze intensifies on you, feeling smaller and smaller beneath him the longer he stares.

“Your hands weren’t down…here?”

His fingers graze over your inner thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin and a spark between your legs you’ve become familiar with around him. You’ve never told him about it, way too nervous, and you can already hear the laugh he’ll let out and that venomous tone he puts on when you try to explain it. It’s not worth it.

“Why would they? Alf, don’t be silly, it’s too hot for games”

You test a light laugh, trying to brush over whatever he’s attempting to do to mess with you. Alfie doesn’t say anything this time, just puts on that boyish grin again and climbs his way onto the bed, shoving you over to make space for his large frame. He coaxes you into his lap before you can reach for the t-shirt you’d flung off earlier, slapping your hands away and holding you down tight when you try to grab it.

You sit like that for a while, back to chest, and his thick, muscly arms wrapped around your waist securely — you almost feel comfortable. The heat hasn’t changed, though, and the sweat gathering on your back, making his t-shirt stick to your skin is irritating at best. You can feel he’s sweating too, perspiration dripping down his temple and landing on your shoulder. Neither of you choose to move, though. After a while, you become acutely aware of how bare you are again and attempt to break out of his arms to at least put a bra on; he was not happy about it.

“I don’t remember telling you to get up, do you?”

Alfie’s never taken a tone like that with you before; it scares you enough to still completely in his hold. Suddenly his grip loosens, and his hands start wandering around your body, stuttering over the sticky skin and mapping out every crease, curve and bone. One hand dips low, stopping to caress your hip before gliding over your middle and down your thigh.

“You’ve never touched down here before, have you?”

His fingertips brush the inside of your thighs again and that fire in your belly ignites like all those times before. You’re noticeably nervous the more his hands explore you: he may have been a very physically affectionate guy and has held you and seen things no one else has but this is definitely new. No one has touched you down there, in fact, not yourself, and certainly not another boy (Alfie would kill you to say the least). You didn’t know that was an option, to be quite frank. You’d heard about boys doing stuff like that, and you’d caught him doing weird things a couple of times while you were sleeping, but not this. You inhale a shaky breath, and he takes that opportunity to slide his hand down and cup your clothed pussy in his palm.

“So sweet aren’t you, waiting for me to teach you like always, hm?”

You want to say you didn’t do a thing, but you keep quiet. There’s a tension in the air so strong you almost can’t breathe through it, let alone understand what it’s for. It’s always like this when Alfie touches you, leaving you afraid to move or say the wrong thing because sure he knows what he’s doing all the time, so far ahead of you there’s no hope of catching up. You don’t, though.

He pats over your clothed middle a couple of times with his fingers, gentle and light before bringing his hand down hard. Just once, to scare you or see what you do, he doesn’t even know. Despite the cushioning of your knickers it still stung, a zap of something you can’t identify hitting your belly and making your head swim. Your breath catches in your throat and the way he growls in your ear tells you it’s all he wanted.

“Get these off darlin”

He pings the band of your pants against your skin before you shuffle around until they’re at your ankles, now completely bare; the fact that your back is to him is your saving grace. Alfie’s big hand is immediately back between your legs, index finger tracing patterns over the supple skin of your thighs trailing all the way back to your slit. He simply taps between your lips right where he expects your clit to be and hits the bullseye, chuckling at how you flinch. Untouched and unexplored: there’s nothing more sensitive than that.

His middle finger glides through your lips with ease, gathering the slick that has no choice but to spill out and make a mess, smearing it all over your thighs and leaving you dirty. It itches as it starts to dry from the heat but you daren’t move to scratch it. You can’t understand why he’s doing this to you in the first place, yet you let him anyway as you always do. Can't help but let him run wild around you like you’re still kids and he’s throwing sand at you knowing you won’t retaliate.

When he eventually moves to swipe over your clit, once, twice, and then a third, you push yourself so far back into him there’s no way you don’t wind him. It’s such a small touch in reality, but his thick, rough fingers and the fact you’ve never done this before tunes the pleasure so high you can’t help but try and scramble away. Obviously you don’t get very far. You’re noticeably a little distressed, so he decides to have mercy on you.

“Hey hey, just let it happen, I’m right here. It’ll feel good I promise you just have to let me”

He retracts his hand for a brief second to smother you in a hug, rubbing his hands over your ribs and shushing you in an attempt to soothe; to his credit, it does a lot.

“Just let me do this alright?”

Before you can truly catch your breath, he’s already back rubbing at that little nub with two fingers instead of one. You really can’t help how your legs thrash and the noises that fly from your mouth, your body not understanding what to do with itself with all this much concentrated sensation. Secretly, Alfie’s loving this: having to hold you down and listening to you whine, because he knows only he can do this to you. Only he will ever do this to you.

After a while, you calm down. Although you’re still whining breathily and you’re clawing at his bicep like a stray cat he doesn’t seem to mind. There’s a strange pull building in the pit of your belly and your legs are all tingly, but it’s weirdly nice.

His fingers then slide lower, and you start to panic again, because what possibly could he be doing now? Alfie has no choice but to stuff you full in one smooth movement, for he feared you might never let him. His fingers hook into your hole with an ease made only by how fucking wet you are despite the tightness of your virgin hole. It’s a miracle one even breached your slit. All the air is sucked out of your lungs as you feel his fingers ram inside a part of you you didn’t even know existed.

The warm feeling that had blanketed over you when he was playing with your bundle of nerves was now suffocating, hot all over and your blood fizzing in a way it’s never done before; every thought you might’ve had inside your head now punched right out. Alfie gives you a moment to adjust to having something inside you, knowing this was so so much for such a little thing — he can’t help the pity he has specifically reserved for you.

He gets impatient before you know it, even though you’re not ready. In reality, there wasn’t enough time in the world to get used to whatever he’s doing to you: you don’t know much, but you do know he probably shouldn’t have done that. But he does know best, right?

You feel him press against the front of your walls gently, over and over before combining that with a slow thrust up, seemingly finding that perfect spot inside you inhumanly quickly. This feeling is not quite like what touching your clit was, much deeper inside you and all-consuming. Every thrust inside you punched the air out of your lungs again and sent a spark rushing up your spine, your eyes rolling back into your head involuntarily and your jaw hanging open. It feels unexpectedly good, and you start to wonder why you’ve never felt this way before if it’s so good. Why were you missing out?

And then it was all gone again. You whine out at the loss, already missing all that good feeling in your belly and the way your head swam — as soon as you felt a gush of wind from your fan on your clit it was like abruptly coming up for air after drowning for hours. Alfie simply shushes you.

“You just gotta trust me sweetheart”

You’re shoved forwards out of his lap and instead between his legs on the bed, grool dripping on the mattress and leaving a stain immediately. He’s moving around behind you and you can hear fabric being pulled, but he doesn’t let you look. Every time you try to turn your head he immediately turns it back to facing forward. It makes you a little upset, because even though none of this makes any sense, you don’t like being kept in the dark too much.

“Alf what’re you doing?”

He starts pulling you back into his lap, manoeuvring your legs so you’re kneeling over him instead of sitting. As you settle onto your knees, you’re tickled by his leg hair, which is when you realise his shorts are gone. Alfie grabs your wrists together in one hand so you can’t get away, already anticipating the kind of fight you might put up when he gets to the real deal because if two of his fingers had you like that, his cock will surely kill you.

“Just let me darlin’, I know what’s best for you, don’t I?”

He plants a sweet kiss on your shoulder that you didn’t expect, marking the end of his kindness. With your hands in his grip and arm wrapped you, he pulls you back until your ass is hovering over his cock in his other hand, and strokes himself over a couple of times. Never needs much to get him worked up around you; the sight of you is enough foreplay to last him a century. He pulls you further until the tip of his member is sucked between your folds, and glides it over your clit and back again, lubing himself up with your wetness. It’s a little hard to get a smooth hump through your lips though because as soon as it makes contact with your pussy you start thrashing around.

“Alfie what on earth are you doing?”

He tries his best to hold you still with one hand, but you’re so desperate to get away and scared he’s somehow losing to you. Really, he doesn’t have a choice but to spank you.

“Calm the fuck down, I know what I’m doing”

When you’ve stopped moving, he slides the tip until it’s aligned with your hole and starts gently pulling you down on it; immediately you’re trying to get away again.

“Alf it hurts it’s too much”

Alfie ignores you, continuing to pull you down on his cock, although with great effort considering your movements. He gets just the tip in before the waterworks set off, a pitiful little sob escaping your lips and tears streaking your face matching the sweat on your forehead. He knows he’s way too big for you, should’ve sorted you out properly beforehand but how can he have any impulse control when you’re sat around like that?

“Alf I can’t take it out…please”

He pulls you down until he’s nestled so deep inside you that you can’t bear to move. Your walls are sucking him in like a vice; he’s never felt anything so dizzying in his life.

“God, can’t believe I kept you waiting sweetheart, always knew this was what we needed”

You can’t think, you can’t breathe, let alone understand what he’s slurring into the back of your head. The pain of your muscles stretching around him is hot and heavy, but there’s a certain pleasure deep inside that you almost want to chase. You clench your pelvic muscles involuntarily and Alfie grunts loudly from behind — you kind of want to hear it again, but you don’t know why.

“Gonna fuck you, show you what a nice girl gets when they’re good”

Good at what? You’ll never know. With a hand wrapped around your hip now his cock is steady inside you, he lifts your hips until the tip just barely catches on the rim and slams you back down. The sizzle in your belly as his tip hits somewhere deep inside is like fireworks exploding all over, and as he pulls you up and down again and again, those same fireworks reignite with it. It’s all so much that you almost don’t want it.

“Alfie, Alfie you gotta stop I feel weird”

You can’t see the smirk that stretches across his face, but it’s there. Knowing he’s got you right there on the edge that quickly is an unnecessary ego boost he’ll take gladly. Just further proves how untainted you are, really. You’re struggling to get out of his grip again, convinced something's wrong but you have no idea if you’re going to pee, pass out or be sick. Maybe all three.

“Let it happen sweetheart, just means you’re happy, yeah?”

What choice do you have but to follow his orders and believe him? He continues slamming you down on him, bucking his hips up and meeting in the middle when you start to properly panic, sobs getting caught in your throat again and pleading with him to stop. But he’s relentless, knows you’re about to gush all over him and it’s all he’s ever wanted. Something snaps inside you, and this zap of lightning floods your body and every inch of your skin, throbbing intensely between your legs and drool dripping down your chin.

“That’s it, good girl”

His words send an extra flash of pleasure through your cunt, muscles clenching on him once again and oh there is that beautiful groan from his mouth.

“Got you to cum for me darlin’, felt good didn’t it”

With nothing left in you to speak, you hum into the air.

“Told you, just have to listen to Alfie don’t you?”

Alfie doesn’t wait for an answer before returning to that vicious pace he had you in, having only slowed down to let you really feel what an orgasm was like. The moans you let out gave him a fresh need to fuck you harder, cum deep inside you and claim you as his. He couldn’t let another man ever hear you like that.

You don’t think he’ll keep going after everything you’ve just experienced. It felt like the finish line, that that’s what you’ve been chasing this whole time — but maybe you’re wrong about that. After a couple of seconds though, you realise you can’t just take it. You’re ever so sensitive from an orgasm and all this thrusting inside you the pleasure quickly faded to pain.

Alfie’s kissing over your shoulder again, all up your neck and even planting one on your cheek but the first ‘ow’ that slips your lips stops him in his tracks. You thought you could maybe just put up with it, let him do it because you believe he’s doing the right thing and you shouldn’t stop him, but it gets too much and you can’t stop yourself from expressing it.

“Sorry, sorry…don’t mean to hurt you darlin’”

Yet he keeps going.

“Just have to, yeah? Just have to let me”

His voice is strained as he nears his orgasm, struggling to form words himself but he does love you. Really doesn’t want to hurt you and even though he takes pleasure in how stupid you are, he’d hate to upset you.

Somehow, someway, the ever-increasing pain between your legs and the ache in your stomach had snapped back to the beginnings of those fireworks, the inklings of it just out of reach. When Alfie brings the hand holding your hip up to hold your throat and lay your head back on his shoulder, the band snaps.

“Fuck Alfie it’s... It’s happening again oh my god”

That’s what does it for him. Your walls clenching around him as you tumble into an orgasm for a second time, all from him, it’s really not his fault how he immediately heads straight into orgasm. His cum poured out in thick ropes right up against your cervix, painting the inside of you and tainting you for anyone else.

“Fuck you’re so good sweetheart, the absolute best…so good for letting me fuck you”

As soon as he stops thrusting into you, you collapse back into his chest breathless and a mess of limbs, head empty, weirdly grateful for whatever you’ve done to get here.

He’s never been so proud of a decision in his life.

[indigenoustotheworld]

Anabella Carrasco

[cryloma]

riding alfies face for the first time

authors note: why do i prefer writing drabbles?? ( they take less time ) im having an obsession with greys anatomy at the moment, re watching the whole thing.

warnings: pussy eating, worry?

it had been your biggest worry ever since alfie had even mentioned it.

sitting on his face while he ate you out.

there was no doubt you loved when he ate you out. but most importantly alfie loved eating you out. he was what you would call pussy drunk.

“c’mon, if you suffocate me then i’ll die a happy man”, he winked at you.

he was currently below you, you were hovering over his face, the hesitation clear as day.

"alf, i don't know", you sigh and inch up even more. he plants his large hands on your thighs, groping them, "angel, you wont hurt me", he slowly presses soft kisses up your thighs.

your core was aching for his mouth, you were soaked.

slowly, you lower yourself down on him. immediately, he moans, already lapping his tongue on your clit.

a rough chuckle follows when you lower yourself impossibly closer.

alfie sucks at your swollen clit with a pressure that makes you gasp, your thighs still cushioned comfortably around his head

as you begin to roll your hips, his nose pressed firmly against your clit sends waves of heightend sensation through you.

he gently nips and sucks drawing a deep, breathy moan from you

you try to ease your hips away, hoping to give him a breath, but the instant you shift even the slightest bit, his grip tightens possessivley around your waist.

"don't you dare fucking lift this pretty pussy," alfie growls, his voice thick and muffled.

grabbing a tighter hold of his hair and began to roll your hips faster, no longer hesitating to let him breathe. "alfie", you whine.

"i know, angel," he rubs his palm against your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

you felt the familiar build up in your stomach. you tugged hard at his hair, making him grunt quietly.

you let go, releasing all over his tongue.

alfie pressed one final kiss against your clit.

[ibelongtomanon]

𝑵𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑹𝒀~𝒂.𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𖦊

The morning feels way too big for such a small moment.

Tiny shoes by the door.

A little backpack that looks oversized on her.

A coat she keeps trying to take off.

And right in the middle of it,

Lily.

Clinging.

“I don’t wanna go…” she mumbles, face buried into Alfie’s hoodie.

He immediately tightens his hold.

“…you know what, that’s fair,” he mutters. “We can stay home. I’m okay with that.”

From across the room, Reader turns slowly

arms folded.

“No.”

Alfie looks at you like you’ve betrayed him.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s going,” You say simply, walking over.

Lily whines slightly, gripping Alfie tighter.

“I don’t like it…”

“Lils you haven’t even been yet,” You say gently, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Lily peeks out from Alfie’s neck, eyes watery.

“…what if it’s scary?”

Alfie nods immediately.

“Yeah, what if it is scary? Exactly-great point-let’s not go-”

“Alfie,” You cut in.

He stops.

“…yeah?”

“You’re making it worse.”

He pauses, then sighs.

“…yeah, alright.”

You soften, reaching out, brushing Lily’s soft cheek with your finger.

“Hey… it’s just like playtime, yeah?” You say softly. “Toys, other kids, colouring…”

Lily sniffles.

“…really?”

“Really.”

“And if you don’t like it, we come back and tell Daddy he was right,” You add with a small smile.

Alfie perks up instantly.

“See? That’s a great plan.”

You give him another look.

“If she doesn’t like it.”

“…right. Yeah. Of course.”

Lily hesitates, then slowly loosens her grip.

“…you stay?”

Alfie puts her down softly, in front of her now, hands on her little arms.

“I won’t be far, yeah?” he says softly. “And I’ll come back and get you.”

“…promise?”

“Promise.”

She studies his face, like she’s making sure.

Then nods slightly.

“…okay…”

He smiles softly.

“Good girl.”

They get her shoes on, bag on her back, which she immediately tries to take off again.

“No-baby, keep it on,” You laugh gently.

“I don’t like it!”

“You’ll need it.”

“Mummy I don’t-”

“Lily.”

She pauses.

You raise a brow.

“…okay…”

Alfie watches all of this, completely conflicted.

“…we could still just stay here,” he mutters as they head out the door.

“No,” You say.

“…just saying, option’s there.”

“No.”

The walk is slow.

Lily holding Alfie’s hand tightly on one side, Readers on the other.

Every few steps she squeezes a little tighter. By the time they reach the nursery gates, she’s fully clinging again.

“I don’t wanna go…” she whispers.

Alfie crouches down again, heart breaking a little.

“I know, baby…”

Reader kneels too, gentler now.

“Hey… look at me.”

Lily does.

“You’re brave, yeah?”

“…yeah…”

“And you’re going to have fun.”

“…okay…”

“And we’ll be right here after.”

Lily nods

slowly.

Reluctantly.

The teacher steps over, smiling warmly.

“Hi, Lily! Are you ready?”

Lily shakes her head instantly.

“No.”

The teacher laughs softly.

“That’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

Alfie looks like he might actually cry.

“I don’t like this,” he mutters.

Reader nudges him.

“She’s fine.”

“Well I’m not fine.”

Lily clings one last time, hugging Alfie tight.

“Daddy…”

He hugs her back just as tight.

“I’ve got you… go on, yeah? I’ll be right here.”

She pulls back, hesitates, then slowly takes the teacher’s hand.

Tiny fingers, letting go of Alfie’s.

He freezes.

Watching her walk inside.

“…she’s gone,” he whispers.

Reader crosses her arms.

“She’s in nursery, not moving countries.”

He looks at you, highly offended.

“Still.”

They stand there for a second.

Quiet.

Alfie exhales, a shaky laugh leaving him.

And even though it was hard, even though there were tears.

she did it.

Their tiny girl.

Braver than she thought.

Even if her daddy wasn’t. 

The pickup is supposed to be the best part.

Running hugs.

Big smiles.

Stories about new friends and colouring and snacks.

That’s what Alfie is expecting when he gets to the gate.

What he gets instead, is quiet.

Lily walks out slowly, little backpack slipping off one shoulder, head down.

No running.

No “Daddy!”

Just… quiet.

Alfie’s smile fades instantly.

“…hey, baby,” he says softly, crouching down. “How was it?”

She doesn’t answer.

Just walks straight into him, arms wrapping around his neck, face hiding in his shoulder.

Clinging. Tight.

His heart drops.

“Hey… hey…” he murmurs, holding her properly now. “What’s wrong?”

“…didn’t like it…” she whispers.

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

He closes his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.

“…yeah?” he says gently. “That’s okay. You don’t have to like it straight away.”

She shakes her head slightly against him.

“…was loud…”

“Too loud?”

A small nod.

“…and no one wanted, play with me…”

His chest aches a bit at that.

“Oh, baby…”

He stands slowly, keeping her close.

“Come on, yeah? Let’s go see Mummy.”

That gets the tiniest reaction.

“…Mummy?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “She’s filming.”

That’s enough.

She doesn’t perk up, but she holds onto him a little tighter.

The drive is quiet.

No singing.

No chatter.

Just Lily in the back, looking out the window, silent.

Alfie keeps glancing at her in the mirror.

He hates it.

Absolutely hates it.

“…we don’t have to go again tomorrow,” he says suddenly.

She looks up slightly.

“…really?”

“Yeah,” he says. “We’ll figure it out.”

She nods faintly, but doesn’t say anything else.

And that’s what gets him.

Because she’s usually never this quiet.

When they arrive at the studio, it’s the opposite energy.

Laughter.

Noise.

People talking over each other.

Inside, Reader is mid laugh, sat with Tobi, Ethan, Simon and Josh, or as Lily proudly calls them-

“my cool kunckles.”

“…and I’m telling you, that goal, Mate!-“ Ethan starts,

The door opens.

Reader looks up instantly.

Spots them.

Your face lights up, then pauses.

Because you see Lily.

And something’s off.

“…Lil?” you say, standing slightly.

The boys follow her gaze.

“Lily!” Tobi smiles.

“Come here, little legend-” Ethan adds.

But Lily doesn’t move.

She just buries her face back into Alfie’s shoulder.

Your expression softens immediately.

“Hey…” you walk over, gentle now. “What’s wrong?”

Alfie shakes his head slightly.

“…she didn’t have a good day.”

That’s all it takes.

Reader steps closer, hand resting lightly on Lily’s back.

“Hey… look at me, yeah?”

Lily peeks up slowly, eyes a little watery again.

“…Mummy…”

Reader smiles softly.

“I’ve got you.”

Lily reaches for her, arms stretching out.

Alfie hands her over carefully.

She melts straight into you, holding tight.

“Didn’t like it…” she mumbles.

You rock her gently, kissing the side of her head.

“That’s okay,” you murmur. “I didn’t like my nursery very much.”

Behind them, the boys have gone quiet.

Even Ethan.

Tobi leans slightly toward Alfie.

“…she alright?”

“Yeah,” Alfie nods. “Just… not her usual self.”

Simon watches Lily, frowning slightly.

“She’s usually running about in here.”

“Yeah,” Alfie says quietly. “I know.”

Josh, who’s been hovering nearby, mutters under his breath,

“…don’t like seeing her like that.”

Reader adjusts Lily slightly on her hip, still holding her close.

“Do you wanna sit with me?” you ask softly.

Lily nods.

“…yeah…”

Reader sits back down, Lily curled into her.

The “cool kunckles” keep their voices softer now, less chaotic.

Ethan leans over slightly.

“Hey…trouble.”

No response.

“…I’ve got snacks,” he adds.

That gets the smallest glance.

“…what snacks?”

Progress.

Ethan grins.

“Elite ones.”

Lily hesitates, still a bit sad, but curious.

And that’s enough.

Ethan slowly reaches his hand out, open, waiting, not forcing it.

“How about…” he says gently, “we go sit over there, yeah? We can FaceTime Auntie Faith and talk to Olive.”

That lands.

Lily’s eyes flicker.

“…Olive?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Bet she’d wanna see you.”

A small pause.

Then, very slowly, Lily lets go of Reader with one hand.

Tiny fingers reaching out.

She takes his.

Soft. Careful.

Reader watches, smiling gently.

“Go on,” you whisper. “I’m right here.”

Lily nods faintly, still holding Ethan’s hand, letting him guide her off Reader’s lap.

He walks slow, matching her pace, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

No pressure.

Just easy.

“Right,” he says quietly as they sit down. “Snack first or call first?”

“…snack,” she mumbles.

“Good choice,” he grins.

Behind them, Alfie watches it all.

Arms folded, but his expression soft now.

Relieved. Proud.

A little emotional, if he’s honest.

Simon nudges him lightly.

“…she’s alright.”

Alfie nods, eyes still on Lily, now sitting beside Ethan, snack in hand, a little closer to herself again.

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

He exhales, a small smile finally settling in.

“…she’s got good people around her.”

Tobi hums softly, genuine smile on his face.

“She’s what makes us good people.”

Across the room, Lily glances back once, checking.

Alfie gives her a small nod.

“I’m here.”

She nods back.

Then looks up at Ethan, a bit more comfortable now.

“…call Olive?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Let’s do it.”

And just like that, bit by bit, she finds her way back again.

And Alfie stands there, watching it all, thinking the same thing over and over,

how lucky she is.

How lucky they all are.

To have this.

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Office Romance? - AB

Summary - Your the new editor in the Fella's studio and things get interesting..

Content- Fluff and only fluff lol

Author Notes- This is the first time I've written in years im scared. Going to throw my phone across the room once ive hit post.

Enjoy?

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Since you'd started working as an editor for The Fella's you'd noticed Alfie. I mean he was hard not to notice, his height, his broad build. You don't think you'd ever spoken a word to him but you'd caught his eye a few times across the office building.

Alfie had notice you, he'd be lying if he tried to say he hadn't. The pretty little girl sat at behind her desk was definitely a new addition to the office that caught his eye. He'd never formally introduced himself because he didn't know what he'd even say "Hey I'm Alfie"??? ...right and.

At the end of one pod episode after the filming was done he managed to bring you up casually.

"Who's the new girl in the office?' He asked Cal and Chip while looking at his phone trying his best to act nonchalant.

"What reader?" Chip answered, the pair of them shooting each other a look.

"Oh is that her name, didn't know we were hiring new people"

Cal raised an eyebrow "Bit of you is she?" he laughed

"Nah, nah I just wondered"

Cal and chip continued to look at each other suspiciously.

"Bit of a rocket no?" Chip fished for information "I'll introduce you"

"No you'll make it weird! I just wanted to know who she was I wasn't saying I wanted to marry the gyal" Alfie replied, quickly trying to shut the conversation down.

"Yeh okay" Cal and Chip both said clearly not buying it.

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The next day you were sat at ur desk as per when Chip came striding over to you, a mischievous look in his eye.

"Oi you know Alfie right?"

"Alfie as in pod Alfie? Yes obviously I know who that is" You say giving an amused but confused look.

Of course you knew Alfie, you'd edited videos of the pod for the past month flat out. Meaning you'd starred at his stupidly handsome face on your monitor and listened to his voice through your headphones basically everyday for the past four weeks. You'd watched him across the room on numerous occasions wondering where the hell The Fella's found a man that attractive. You'd seen him sit on the sofa like he owned the place, manspreading. And the manspreading, my god, you'd had too many thoughts about what you'd do between those legs. But this was all in your head, a simple work place crush to keep yourself entrained 9-5 there was nothing serious about it.

"Nahh I mean like you guys spoken before?"

"No... why?" You reply narrowing your eyes at him, pushing back ur desk chair to look at him fully.

You felt slightly embarrassed that you'd been fantasying about a guy you'd never interacted with. But maybe that made it all the better, the mystery of it, the made up office romance you had running through your head. Plus you had no real reason to speak to him, Cal and Chip had hired you it was officially their business Alfie was a co-host (you told yourself this to make you feel better).

"Well, he fancies you so thought I'd help him shoot his shot this is his number" Chip lays down a post-it note on your desk where in his messy handwriting he'd scrawled down you assumed to be Alfie Buttles phone number.

You glanced at the post then back to Chip trying to take in his words.

"Is this like a prank?"

"What no, I'm just helping my boy out" Chip replies defensively

"Well that's flattering but not a chance in hell am I making the first move, the mans not even introduced himself to me"

Chip sighs defeatedly "Well, I cant make you but just think about it yeh?" he smirks and raises an eyebrow before sauntering off leaving you rather confused.

You glance down at the post-it note on your desk. You pick it up, you debate bining it.

Instead u stick it to ur desk out of the way but still within reach. Text him? What would I even say? Hey I'm reader we've never met but I've just been admiring you across the office. You think to yourself then let out a small laugh shaking your head before you continue working, letting the thought go.

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Back in the filming room the lads are chilling after finishing another podcast recording.

"I gave reader your number by the way" Chip drops into conversation casually.

There's a pause of silence in the room as the words register.

Cal starts laughing.

"You did what? Are you fucking with me?" Alfie replies not entirely sure if Chip is trying to wind him up or not "I mentioned her once there's no way you've done that"

"Whaaat I just knew you'd never shoot ur shot I took innovative for you" Chip shrugs.

"You fucker" Cal laughs

"Oh my god" Alfies face flushes in embarrassment realising this wasn't just a joke "What did you even say to her? I bet you made me sound like a right creep"

"Nah bro chill all I said is Alfie fancies you here's his number, balls in your court type vibe, nothing to intense"

"Oh my god" Alfie repeats putting his face in his hands "Are we in high school?! I didn't even say I fancied her"

"Oh shut up it was written all over your face" Chip bites back

Alfie sighs, trying to figure out how he's going to do damage control on this situation.

"Fuck sakes, I'm going to have to go speak to her or something before she goes to HR on us"

"Alfie we are HR the company is not that big" Cal responds looking amused by the situation

"Not the point!" Alfie grumbles "Can't make the poor girl feel uncomfortable in her own work place'

Alfie gets up and leaves the room heading for the office. He paces up and down by the door trying to figure out what to say. How on earth was he going to explain he had no part in this and actually make it sound believable.

"Fuck it" He muttered to himself pushing the office door open.

He almost freezes as he walked in, seeing you right there in your desk and he was about to have to walk up to you and explain why Chip had been hitting on you on his behalf.

You glance up from your monitor spotting Alfie awkwardly strolling in. Your eyes immediately averted, wondering if he knew what chip had done. You quickly hid the post-it note in case he walked past.

When you looked up again you realised he was walking right towards you, you felt your throat go dry.

He stopped abruptly next to your chair "Hey, um" he didn't know what to say, he wasn't even looking at you he was staring down at his shoes.

"Hello" You replied with a smile trying to behave as normal as possible.

Alfie sighed brushing his hands through his hair before looking up from his shoes to you "Look I'm really sorry about what chip said, I have no idea where that came from and I hope it hasn't uh made you feel uncomfortable or anything" He stammers out eyes darting around the room. He feels like a massive awkward idiot.

You feel a tiny bit of disappointment, so he doesn't fancy me, you think. You brush the thought away get a grip reader.

"Oh no worries I know what you guys are like always messing with each other" You reply with a fake smile.

Alfie hovers awkwardly not really know what to do with himself or say. He keeps glancing at your face and then around the room.

"What exactly did he say to you?

You let out a small awkward laugh "He just said you fancied me and gave me your number, said he was doing you a favour or something"

"Jesus" Alfie laughs rubbing his face in embarrassment "That guy needs to get a life seriously, always doing the dumbest shit for no reason; I never even said that"

A flicker of disappointment must have flashed over your face because he quickly retreats his words "Not like your not.. you know" you stare at him as he talks not helping him out of this situation at all, slightly amused by his awkward behaviour for someone who seems so confident online.

"Not like you're not attractive, I just don't go about hitting on people in our place of work you know" He laughs awkwardly.

Not like you're not attractive. The words repeat in your brain a few times like your checking if you heard that right.

You laugh softly "I'm confused are you happy or unhappy he gave me your number?" Your reply, your voice has a slightly flirty edge to it, you know it's risky but for a man that attractive you'll take the risk.

He freezes not expecting that response, he was more expecting you to be offended that someone was trying to hit on you in work.

He looks back at you like he's analysing you, his eyes exploring your facial features; it makes you slightly nervous. You suddenly regret your decision to be bold.

"Tell you what" he says slowly like he's debating whether this is a good idea "To you know apologise for the weirdness and what not, why don't we go out for a drink tonight? If you're not uh busy or anything" he finishes the sentence looking a lot more nervous than when he walked over here and that is saying something.

You blink a couple times, did-did he just ask you on a date?

Your pause makes him panic and he adds "We don't have to if it would be weird or whatever"

You smile reassuringly at him "Yeh sure why not" you try to play cool despite your internal excitement.

"Cool I mean you've got my number now so text me I guess" He laughs and walks off, he is also trying to play cool, he has not idea where that came from but he is proud of himself.

As you watch him walk back out you let a huge smile creep onto your face.

You grab your phone from your back texting your best friend.

"You know the hot guy I told you about from the office."

She replies almost instantly "Yeah..?!"

"I think he's just asked me on a date... TONIGHT"

You've given up acting composed now you know he's got so your grinning down at your phone typing rapidly.

"Fuck off now?!" She texts back "Told you you were hot shit"

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He walks back into the recording room and cal and chip look at him. Chip looks slightly nervous that he might have royally pissed him off.

"Well, how'd it go? Do we need to get a HR team?" Cal jokes.

"I've got a date"

"What?!" Chip almost squeals jumping up and down on his chair "gosh I'm basically cupid"

"Don't make it weird bro" Alfie rolls his eyes "I don't know how I pulled that off but yeh"

"Fucking hell the lads finally got game" Cal says clapping him on the back

"I said don't make it weird"

"I knew you fancied her AB, can read you like a book" Chip looks far too proud of himself.

Alfie shakes his head laughing "Chip this was all me you're not taking credit. Plus its just a drink its not that deep we might not even like each other"

Chip doesn't come down from his excitement. Cal raises an eyebrow at Alfie. But they both decide its probably best to leave it and not poke the bear anymore, we all know he loves to nimble.

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When you finally get home from your day in the office you shoot Alfie a text.

"Still on for that drink?'

You try to keep it simply and casually, like you're not that bothered but deep down you're really hoping his says yes.

You put your phone down and jump in the shower, not wanting to sit there pining over whether he answers or not. By the time you get out the shower you have multiple notifications from him.

"Hey yeh if you're still down?"

"Meet you at the bar down town in an hour?"

You smile, secretly relived he actually wants to do this.

"Yeh sure" you reply.

You get ready picking out an outfit which doesn't scream Im trying to impress you but is also cute enough that you'll feel nice.

Before you know it you're hoping out the uber and Alfie Buttle is there waiting for you stood on the pavement.

"Hey" He says softly.

You follow him inside and you both sit in a booth in the quieter part of the bar.

There's an awkward tension in the air, like neither of you really know what to say.

You break the silence "Look you didn't have to ask me out cause you felt bad".

Alfie looks up from the menu with a shocked expression "Wha-t no that's not why I asked you to go for a drink" he shakes his head then continues "I um I genuinely had noticed you in the office, that's how this whole thing came about cause I asked the lads who you were" his flash is blushing slightly.

"Oh" you let out a sigh of relief "Well I'd noticed you too"

He looks surprised but smiles "I'm shit at this sorry I don't think I've ever asked a girl out in my life" he laughs the awkward tension completely diminishes leaving the two of you to actually enjoy the evening.

You laugh, joke and actually get to know each other. He seems genuinely interested in who you and is a lot more calm and relaxed than he is in front of the camera.

You find yourself enjoying the evening a lot more than you thought you would. The thought slips into your mind that this is going to be much more than an office crush.