HI MINNIEEE have u ever thought of bach and liv babysitting arabella LMAO i feel like it would be soo funny
PLS IT WOULD BE CHAOS
i can see bach pulling faces at her and teaching her how to make fun of alfie all while liv is trying to get her to colour and have a good time
also for some reason i imagine it being announced mid-filming for bach, like liv just barges in holding arabella and suddenly she’s in the video.
title: Millenial Cringe (ft. An In Real Life Baby)
liv 100% spoils her and gets her any food, any clothes, and toys. can also see her manipulating her into convincing bach to allow her to get more mugs😭😭
‘bella, can you tell isaac i can have more mugs?’
‘liv, don’t!’
‘zack, more mug’
‘manners.’
‘please’
‘liv this is evil’
‘i have mug?’
‘yes! you can have a mug! good job— isaac, i dare you to look into AB and reader’s eyes and tell them you denied their child of a mug.’
‘you’re so bad.’
i think back would also be weirdly good with her like if she had a meltdown or hurt herself, he seems like he could come to a level with a baby and help calm her before making her feel better with jokes and laughter
arabella is the type of toddler to wave at and say hi to everyone all the time and it stresses tf out of alfie coz he’s the least sociable parent, and she loves to do it when it’s just them
summary: alfie helps you throughout pregnancy, no matter the obstacle
content: dad!ab , angst w/ comfort , contemplations of abortion , poor mental health , pregnancy , physical insecurities
notes: another dad!ab repost !!! this one talks about the difficulties within pregnancy, and i feel like in fiction its always pretty smooth so i wanted to delve into the negative effects pregnancy can have on women within this
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GOING TO THE doctors and having them confirm the pregnancy was one less weight off of your shoulders. You no longer had to worry about whether or not you were actually pregnant, you no longer had to worry about whether or not the tests were faulty, and you no longer had to worry about being unhealthy. The doctor had cleared everything over, telling you you were in good shape and everything was progressing as it should. The first few months were easy, besides the morning sickness and constant mood swings.
But that was then, and now you were in your second trimester.
You now looked pregnant, and most definitely felt it. You swore you'd never had such an appetite before. You were waking up in the middle of the night, sweating from being so warm, and begging Alfie to go and buy you whatever you were craving.
And he did. Now without complaint. At first he was hesitant, asking you if you genuinely needed a microwaveable mac n cheese at two in the morning, but then he saw the tears blossoming in your eyes and he got up, kissed your forehead and then returned within thirty minutes with your requested meal in his hands.
Some days were really good, where the only downside was the back pain, and you would even feel the baby kick when it wanted. The first time that happened, you were on the toilet and you screamed. Alfie came rushing into the bathroom, pure panic written on his face. When you told him you felt the baby kick with watering eyes, he let out the deepest sigh of relief known to man and dropped to his knees before you, putting his hand where you gestured to.
the bad days ༊*·˚
However, with good days, came bad days, and they really seemed to be getting the best of you. Sometimes, you'd just lie in bed for hours on end, only getting up to go to the toilet.
Other times, you'd break down in his arms first thing in the morning, stressing over every little possibility that could happen.
"What if this was a mistake?" You croaked into the darkness of your shared bedroom one night.
You were on one side of the bed, Alfie on the other, giving you the space you needed and wanted. You heard the bedsheets shuffling as he rolled over, barely making out your features through the thin slip of moonlight peaking through the curtains.
"Do you regret keeping it?" He asked.
"... I don't know." You sniffled, feeling like a horrible person for even contemplating the possibility of if you hadn't agreed to keep it.
"C'mere." He sighed, opening his arms.
You shuffled into them, burying your face into his chest and letting your tears roll down your screwed up face and soak into his skin.
He held you every time without hesitation, cradling you to his chest and not saying anything. Just letting you get it out of your system. He knew these weren't mood swings anymore.
Those passed along with the first trimester. These were your genuine emotions shining through and breaking you down.
You would cover your head and face with your arms, as if you were trying to block out the rest of the world and hide within yourself, but he pulled you out each time.
"I don't wanna die!" You'd wail loudly, and he'd double his strength around you while being wary of the baby.
"You won't, angel. You'll be okay. I promise you. It'll all be okay." Alfie would reassure you.
Every. Single. Time.
"I feel ugly."
"You're beautiful."
"I've put on so much weight."
"You're bringing life into this world. I don't care. You're carrying our baby. Your body is doing mental things right now."
"What if something bad happens?"
"Then we'll deal with it, if it happens."
"Please don't leave me."
"Reader, I will never, ever leave you. Not right now, not when our baby's born, not when our baby's a snotty little toddler that cries every night because they can't have cuddles. I will be here every step of the way."
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Alfie had put off a lot of things for you. But he didn't blame you for them, not one bit. He'd been invited to two brand trips with YoungLA, and had turned them both down. He was fully willing to go, but when he saw your crushed expression when he'd told you, he knew he couldn't leave you at home on your own.
He'd also had a lot of phone calls with his mum, mainly asking what the fuck he's supposed to do in certain situations and how to deal with this, that and the other. On the days when your back was killing and you couldn't be bothered to cook, you two would go and have dinner with his mum.
She was incredibly supportive, always greeting you with a great big smile and a hug. She knew what it was like, after all.
"You ever need a day away from him, you let me know." She would say at dinner, patting your knee.
Alfie didn't vlog much during your pregnancy, too afraid that he would start on a good day which would traipse into a bad day. He didn't want to subject you to any unwanted media attention while you were so vulnerable, so if he did vlog, it was only the parts where he was out on his own (not very much) or where you were actually playing an active roll in the clip and not being some sort of ghost figure in the background, walking around the grotto in one of his shirts.
The good days were the best days. You would prance around the kitchen, blasting music on the Alexa, looking simultaneously cute and sexy in just his shirt and some plain knickers. He would have some tv show that you were rewatching on in the background while you baked whatever you felt like doing.
the gender reveal ༊*·˚
You even baked your own gender reveal cupcakes, but had his mum fill them with the colour icing corresponding to the gender of the baby. The gender reveal was quiet and small, including a handful of your friends from college, a handful of his friends from sixth form, and family members you felt particularly comforted by and close to.
You'd always wanted a big, extravagant gender reveal party, but considering the emotional state you'd been in so far, you didn't want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of a group of people.
Thankfully the day went smoothly, and you burst into tears at the sight of pink sprinkles on the middle of the vanilla cupcake.
He hugged you tightly, lifting you into his arms as you latched your legs around his waist.
night time ༊*·˚
Going to bed had become increasingly more difficult. You would weak up in hot sweats in the middle of the night, your body overheating and overworking to maintain the healthiness of your baby.
Alfie would try to cuddle you in an attempt to provide comfort and a sense of homeliness, but you would always end up pushing him off, hating the feeling of being touched in your warm state. But sometimes all you needed was his embrace.
There were times when you would lay on his chest, letting him doodle with his finger along the expanse of your back, having you guess whatever he was drawing. Other times you would lie on your back, trying to relieve your spine of any pressure, and he would rest a hand on your bump, gently caressing it.
He kept the windows open, bought a fan and even changed the bedsheets into thinner ones for you.
If you needed anything in the middle of the night, he wouldn't hesitate to grab it for you. Whether it was food, a drink or if the fan needed the settings increased. He did it all.
preparing for the baby ༊*·˚
He'd bought all the furniture needed. A crib, a changing station, a new wardrobe and chest of draws, and even a plush rocking chair for you to sit in in the case of late-night feeds. He turned that day into a vlog as you'd walked into the living room with a pep in your step and declared that nothing would ruin your mood.
You'd sat with him whilst he built it all, complaining to the camera about how complicated this all was for no reason. You laughed at him, handing him certain nuts and bolts when he asked for them or the parts of the furniture.
The clothes were all down to you. He took you out, card at the ready while you went through the aisles of the store, getting borderline emotional at the thought of your baby girl in all these dainty little clothes.
"Get her a nike tech. Have her rocking up to the function like one of the mandem." Alfie suggested jokingly, camera on you
as your eyes scanned the articles.
You glared at him over your shoulder, "No, Alfie. She's gonna be a dainty little princess, not 'one of the mandem'."'
"Ey, you never know, girl. She might grow up and think 'fuck the pink, I wanna rock black and grey’!"
"Then she can do that when she's old enough, but for now—“
Oh my God, look at these little shoes!" You exclaimed, picking them up.
Alfie gave a deadpanned look to the camera before switching it back to you, filming your awed expression as you held the shoes up, showing the viewers.
The toys you started buying after the baby shower, not wanting to buy doubles of anything. You refused to buy anything that she might accidentally swallow or consume. He once held up a dainty kitchen set with miniature wooden food.
You snatched it off of him and put it back.
"It's literally got a choking hazard sticker on it." You shook your head, tutting.
"I'll show you a choking hazard in a minute, girl." Alfie smirked, grabbing your waist.
You slapped his stomach lightly, "Don't be dirty in public."
He moved his streaming set up to the dining room so the office could be the nursery. He let you decorate the room however you wanted, standing around in case you needed help. You adjusted everything so it was perfect, laying a heart shaped rug in the middle of the room and tucked the drawer and changing table under the slanted roof. The crib went where Alfie's desk was previously, slotting in perfectly.
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Your good days majorly outweighed the bad, giving you a nice boost in morale. Without Alfie, you really wouldn't have been able to do it. You would've given up and ended up rotting in your bed and not looking after yourself.
AB going to an Indian wedding with reader. Getting teased by all the aunties and drinking with the uncles
omg i love this as a concept, anon!! i think he would feel so awkward but eventually get into the vibe and relax once he realises they do actually like him
reader defo has a few aunties coming up to her telling her she did good with getting him on her arm 😆xx
Like he lives at the palace and her parents think he's charming and funny but he likes to make fun of and bicker with reader and she finds him irritating. Then like maybe there's a party at the palace and reader is talking to a prince and alfie gets jealous and tries to drive the prince away and then reader and alfie have an argument and it leads to him showing her how he feels.
I feel like the fact they know her parents won't approve so they have to sneak around would be so exciting for her and he finds it so exciting to tease her in front of her parents because they assume he's joking.
I'm not a writer but I really like your writing and ik you could do more with this concept so I thought I'd just leave this here.
(I saw that one gif of the princess and the jester and thought of this btw😭😭😭)
-anon 🐧
hi, 🐧 ! i love this idea its very creative! however its a little too similar to my medieval knight!arthur au for me to commit to with an entire series — i do like it though!
the sneaking around would be such an adrenaline rush and make it so much more worth it for the both of you.
i think he would defo love you for your personality more than your status, which is what sets him apart to all the potential suitors that are lined up to marry you. every time you go on a date with one of them and they bring up wealth, all you can think about is how alfie never mentions it, and with him it’s always real laughter.
you defo have a period where u don’t see each other after the big confession which is just filled with you doing on dates, meaning that tension of knowing how he feels is on your shoulders too.
summary: the heart rate challenge had yours and alfie’s connection strengthening
content: love island au , sexual tension , lap dances , making out , talks of sex , allusions to sex , swearing
notes: because there’s no actual episode tonight, i present you with this xx
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WHEN YOU SIGNED up for Love Island, you obviously knew that the heart rate challenge was something you were going to have to do, and before, it didn’t sound too daunting? Now? You felt sick.
You stood in the bedrooms, waiting to be called out, wearing a little two-piece lingerie set, pink and white with floral designs and the top was like a mini corset.
The girls had been hyping you up, telling you how hot you looked and that you were going to rock it. But, it was easier said than done.
You weren’t first up, so that eased your nerves a little, but it didn’t stop your pulse beating heavy and hard.
Upon stepping out and walking in front of the seated boys, you saw Alfie mutter a little ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath while everyone clapped and cheered for you.
“Hi, Archie.” You giggled, straddling the lap of the man your best friend was partnered up with.
While you rolled your hips against his, Hannah screamed from the terrace, filling your ears with confidence-inducing phrases.
“Reader, you look so fucking hot!”
You moved on swiftly to Morgan.
Not only was he one of Alfie’s closest friends, he was also pretty secure with Holly, and borderline locked off with her.
“You’re too sweet, Morgan.” You said, leaning forward and mouthing at his neck a little before pulling away.
When you reached Alfie, he seemed mesmerised already, but you weren’t about to give it to him that easily.
Instead, you crouched down, licking over the crotch of his jeans, holding his shirt up as your tongue dragged from fabric to bare skin, right up the middle of his chest.
“Fuckin’ell.” He muttered, biting his lower lip as you pecked his cheek and walked off, “Is that all I get?!”
“Patience is a virtue, you can wait, big boy.” You purred, finding your way into Marcus’ lap with your back to his chest.
You moved your hips in small circles, pressing your palms into his knees for stability and sinking down, down, down to the grass, before turning to face him. Knowing he still had a thing for you despite Alfie’s possessive behavior made you want to put a shift in (also, if anything, it would definitely strike something in Alfie, and you loved seeing him get jealous) so you took Marcus’ fingers into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down before pulling away completely and kissing his cheek.
“Reader, you’re nuts, girl!” Archie shouted, clapping and stomping his feet.
You made your way through the rest of the boys with licks of your tongue, occasional kisses and rolling hips, before finally landing back in front of Alfie.
“Hi daddy.” You chimed, making the boys screech in shock while you took his hand and dragged him out the expanse of grass.
“Daddy, is it?” Alfie smirked like a cocky bastard.
“Lie down.” You ordered with a little laugh, pointing to the floor.
He did so without hesitation, and once he was comfy, you sank to your knees with your thighs bracketing his hips.
With slow motions, you dragged your hips back and forth.
And yeah, you did feel him harden beneath you, but it was only more of a confidence boost than anything.
“Yes, Reader!”
“Go on, girl!”
The girls on the terrace shouted down at you.
The manner in which you attached your lips to his was animalistic. There was no gradual build up, it started rough and remained that way.
Your lip combo was confidently ruined, and a mixture of both of your salivas ran down your chin.
His tongue was invasive in your mouth, exploring every inch of it in a way that had your hips moving a little more desperately than you were supposed to.
Your hands were framing his neck whilst his rested on your arse, squeezing the fat and kneading it repeatedly, slightly guiding your movements.
“Oh my God, you two!” James exclaimed, slapping his thigh. “The song’s over!”
“They’re basically having sex!” Christian added on, completely gobsmacked by the display.
To finish it off, you brought your mouth to his ear, moaning breathily down it and then pressing a kiss to his cheek, rolling off of him.
“Bye, baby!” You grinned, jogging off back inside as the boys clapped for you.
“Boys … I’m in love.” Alfie muttered breathlessly as he stood, looking down at his jeans and making sure his situation down there wasn’t too prominent.
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The boys really didn’t have that much of an effect on you. Christian grinding into your lap did nothing but make you laugh, Morgan grabbing your hand and forcing you to feel up his abs had you grinning, and Marcus bending you over and pretending to fuck you only made you shriek in shock. Sure, they all invoked a reaction, but none of them compared to Alfie.
Seeing him walk out with a red bandana around his neck, cow print ‘shorts’ with cut outs that revealed his dark blue boxers and a cowboy hat on head, had you collapsing back into the seat, crossing one leg over the other and covering your face with your hand.
You were not entertained by his activities with the other girls, and so kept your hand firmly over your eyes until you felt his presence before you.
“Alright, girl? Have this.” He grinned, removing his hat and dropping it onto your head, “I’m coming back to you, gorgeous.”
“Okay.” You beamed, deciding that maybe you could watch.
Nope, bad call.
Seeing his lips on the skin of another girl had your heart caving and face sinking.
“Oh, Reader’s fuming!” Christian gasped from the terrace.
“She’ll only be joking, boys.” Morgan defended you, shaking his head.
Hannah screamed as Alfie gripped Scarlett’s neck on one side and sucked on the other.
Her mouth was agape, nervous laughter escaping. She stared him down as he walked away, giving him the craziest ‘fuck me’ eyes you’d ever seen.
“Back to my number one girl.” Alfie took your hand.
You were intending on keeping up the sour mood, but when he threw you into his arms, you couldn’t help but scream and clutch onto him.
His lips were on yours in an instant, your legs hooked over his forearms. The angle was a little awake, if you were going to be honest, but you were willing to make it work because you’d never been more turned on in your life.
The grass beneath you tickled the skin of your back, your spine digging into it as he forced you to lay flat.
You did have to remove the hat, but you would be putting it back on the moment his performance had come to an end.
He was at your feet, dragging his lips up the length of your leg. Your hands were on your cheeks, staring at him with nothing less than adoration.
Once he was at the very tops of your thighs, he adjusted your legs, throwing them up even higher so they were resting over his shoulders.
The girls screamed for you, Lana getting up and jumping up and down while Mehreen clapped the loudest.
His tongue rolled over the inside of your thigh, his sharp fangs nipping at it and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body in a wave.
If it were just the two of you and you were alone, you most definitely would’ve moaned, but you had to contain yourself.
He continued to mouth at the meat of the peak of your thighs, even going as far as to brush his mouth along the gusset of your knickers.
You actually shrieked, shooting up from the floor and snapping your head in the direction of the girls as he busied himself with your other thigh.
The moment he planted his hand on your chest and forced you back down, you were a goner.
You covered your face with your hands, laughing maniacally at how lucky you were to have him as a man.
He continued the ascent up your body, his tongue darting out occasionally to get a taste of your skin before licking into your mouth.
Once again, the kiss was ferocious and fiery, filled with all the things that made your knees weak and heart stutter.
“Holy fuck, everyone wear your earplugs tonight.” Hannah warned, feeling the sexual chemistry and tension radiating off of the pair of you.
There was a slight burn in the backs of your legs from where they were being stretched upwards, but you really didn’t care, because the burn of passion in your stomach was much more intense and worth paying attention to.
You felt him everywhere; his hand around your neck, the other at your waist, his tongue against yours, his hips clashing into yours, his groans vibrating against your lips.
It was all so much that you couldn’t help the next few words that slipped out.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled away, a little taken aback before smirking, “Tonight?”
You nodded, wasting no time in bringing him back to you.
“Okay, song over! You win, we get it!” Holly exclaimed, waving her hands about.
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Sat around the firepit, Alfie’s arm was around your waist, his hand flat on your outer thigh as you sat cuddled up. His hat had returned to its rightful place on top of your head.
Lana stood, reading out the results of everyone’s heart rates.
You weren’t shocked when it was revealed that Alfie was the reason for your near-cardiac arrest, and vice versa. But, hearing that you had caused Marcus’ to spike the least had your eyes widening a little.
You felt Alfie’s hand claw at your thigh, digging into the fat as you sunk back into him, trying to show that you were all for him.
He found it a little amusing that Scarlett’s heart rate was raised the most by him, and you wanted to be surprised, but the way she was gazing up at him left no feelings hidden.
“The couple that raised each other’s heart rate the most is … Reader and Alfie.” Has read out.
“No one’s shocked.” Morgan laughed as everyone clapped for you.
You turned to him, a dazed smile on your face before pecking his lips once, twice and then resting your head on his shoulder.
“You were so good.” He muttered into your ear.
“So were you.” You whispered back, toying with his fingers.
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While you were removing your makeup before bed, the girls were all squealing for you, telling you how well you and Alfie worked together and just expressing general excitement for you overall.
“Okay, am I going to have to cover my ears with a pillow tonight?” Mehreen asked, grasping your wrist.
“Guys!” You whined, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“Girl, that was pure passion on the floor!” Holly scoffed, “I’ll be more shocked if you don’t fuck tonight.”
You bit your lip, wondering if this information would be useful or not before blurting out in a whisper, “I told him I wanted him to fuck me tonight.”
“No way!” Hannah screamed, cupping her mouth with her hand.
You nodded, pursing your lips to hold back your grin.
“Oh my God, stop! Why am I excited for you?!” Lana clapped, doing a little dance on the spot.
Slipping into bed beside Alfie, his arms immediately folded over you, chin resting on your shoulder as your nails danced along his forearm and everyone had their before-bed chats. They often consisted of useless nothings that had everyone giggling as the lights shut down.
Speaking of, once the room descended into darkness, Alfie didn’t hesitate to pounce on you. He consumed you whole with one kiss, and you tried to keep the volume down, but it was a lot easier said than done without getting caught up in each other.
The only solution he could find was to pull the duvet up over your heads and hope that it muffled everything enough.
“Do you actually want to? It’s a big step?” He muttered against your mouth, double checking despite the fact that his hand was already down the front of your sleep shorts.
There was a slight hesitation as you thought it over before nodding, “There’s no one else I wanna do it with other than you.”
You couldn’t see it, but you could just feel the grin on his face as he absorbed your words before connecting your mouths again.
It was obvious to the cameras as to what was going on, with his body rustling against the covers as he situated himself on top of you, but you weren’t the only couple getting a little heated.
That made you feel slightly better about it.
“I really, really like you, Reader.” Alfie muttered against your chest.
“I like you too, Alf.” You moaned softly.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
You felt a little sick with nerves at taking this massive leap with him, because for one, you had to be sneaky and discreet about it, and two, it was technically on national television, and you really hoped you weren’t making a mistake by doing this.
But, by the way he looked at you every day and night, you felt like you were being a bit dramatic.
Alfie hadn’t given you one reason to doubt him, so there was no reason why you should.
