you and alfie try soft launching the fact that you have a daughter, but the internet struggles to catch on.
content/warnings: smau, dad!ab, established relationship (alfie and reader have been together since school), your daughter is 2ish years (sorry if some pictures aren’t as consistent with her age), teeniest bit suggestive right at the end
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yours and arthur’s pregnancy journey through the lens of social media.
content/warnings: smau, dad!arthur, established relationship (fiancés), pregnancy themes
notes: written for my girl @cyberleviathanuniverse!!! i’ll write your actual request soon but i thought you might like this too!!!!
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alfie invites reader to his flat to “run it back” and reader actually shows up.
content/warnings: smut (18+), porn w basically no plot, established previous hook up, fingering, p in v (protected, practice safe sex y’all) use of “love”
notes: this is from my alfie fic on wattpad, so that’s why it’s basically straight up smut lol. if it says “hazel” anywhere that’s bc that’s my oc’s name! (you should go read so it goes on wp btw… here is the link!)
"FUCK," Alfie groaned against your lips as he backed you against his front door. You barely made it inside his flat before he had his lips on yours.
He kissed you frantically, like someone was going to come in and take you away from him any second. His hands slipped your her waist down to your ass, gripping it like it was his and his to keep, eliciting a soft moan from you.
Alfie chuckled into the kiss at your desperation. "You like that, then?"
You nodded, breathless. Your hands fisted the front of Alfie's shirt, needing something to hold onto to ground yourself in reality as he kissed down your jawline and throat. Something to keep yourself from letting out a desperate moan, wanting more.
Alfie obviously wasn't struggling with the same restraint. His mouth moved quickly along the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin there. When you hissed and pulled back, he laughed lowly.
"No marks, Alfie!" you leaned your head back against the door, reaching your hand to your throat where you were sure a red mark was already blossoming. "People will see..."
You and Alfie had had this little arrangement for a little while now. It was casual, sure, but it was secret, too. But Alfie loved to push the boundaries.
Alfie's eyes darkened as a smirk spread across his face. His hands trailed back up your body, settling firmly on your hips. His fingertips grazed the skin below the hem of your shirt, and the contact had heat pooling in your stomach. It took everything in you not to squirm beneath his touch.
"Look at you," Alfie murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Falling apart for me already, and I haven't even touched you yet."
Then, before you could respond, Alfie's lips found the spot just below your ear. He sucked a slow and deliberate mark into the soft skin, like he wanted the world to know he'd been there.
You didn't know why you expected him to listen. Alfie was a cocky bastard, and if he wasn't such a great lay, you would like to think you’d never see him again. Deep down, though, you knew that wasn't true. Your heart was growing fonder of Alfie the more you guys hooked up, while your mind sounded the alarm bells.
You were drawn out of your thoughts as Alfie pressed his hips flush with yours, allowing you to feel the hard ridge of him against your clothed core. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, letting your head fall back against the door as Alfie ground against you slowly. The friction—even though you were both still fully clothed—was delicious.
"Alfie..." You said, hands curling around the nape of Alfie's neck. He picked his head up, looking into your eyes. "Bedroom."
"Ah." Alfie licked his lips as he pulled back from you, though his hands still settled on your hips. "You're a bossy girl tonight, huh?" You just narrowed your eyes at him, starting to get very impatient.
"Fine! Come on, come on," Alfie said, grabbing your wrist and practically yanking you up the stairs and into his bedroom.
The second they were inside, Alfie was pulling his t-shirt over his head and backing you onto the bed, pinning you down below him and smashing his lips to yours once again.
Alfie pulled your jumper over your head quickly, letting out a groan when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. His thumb brushed over the bud of your nipple and it instantly hardened at the contact. "Fucking hell. Like you're trying to kill me or something, love."
His tongue flicked over your breasts, teeth nipping everywhere. As he sucked a mark into the valley, Alfie's hands trailed down your body, hooking into the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down without warning, your panties following suit.
Alfie's hand trails up your inner thigh before his fingers glided through your glistening folds. The touch is featherlight, but your back still arches off the bed and toward his hand, desperate for more.
Alfie chuckles, picking his head up to watch the expression on your face as his middle and ring finger slid through your slick folds. He teased your entrance, just barely pushing his fingertips inside, leaving you a whimpering mess.
"Look at you..." Alfie said, before thrusting his fingers roughly, eliciting a loud moan from you. "Such a mess for me."
The pace of his fingers quickened to a relentless pace. They curled just right, hitting that perfect spot every time. It had only been a few moments, but that familiar feeling at the base of your spine was already approaching you.
"Fuck!" You squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into Alfie's large shoulders as your toes curled. "Alfie, I—I'm gonna—"
"Hm?" Alfie smugly replied, not relenting his pace at all. He was once again being a cocky bastard, because he knew you were close. "What are you gonna do?"
You sat up on your forearms, moaning loudly as your walls spasmed around Alfie's fingers. Your hips bucked involuntarily, riding out the waves of your orgasm on Alfie's hand. Through it all, he didn't stop the thrust of his fingers—not until you pushed his hand away because you couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Alfie just laughed.
"Missed hearing those sounds from you, love," Alfie murmured, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your throat.
Your breaths were shaky as you were still coming down from the high. Your fingers snaked into Alfie's curls, tugging gently. "It's barely been a week."
"Shit, you're right." Alfie stood up then, undoing the drawstring of his joggers. "Guess I should make you cum again, then." He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth before rolling it over his thick cock. "For old time's sake."
You rolled your eyes at him. But Alfie barely gave you a moment to be annoyed with him, because he was hovering over you again. One hand gripped your hip while the other gripped his cock, slipping it through your slick folds teasingly, catching your clit and making you whimper.
"Please, Alfie..." you begged, attempting to clench around his leaking tip. The teasing was becoming too much. You needed him to move.
As if he had heard your thoughts, Alfie suddenly pushed all the way inside you in one swift motion. You yelped at the sudden fullness, but it was a delicious stretch.
Alfie watched your face as he began to move, your head falling back in a silent moan. He took the opportunity to bend down and swallow your lips in a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he thrusted in and out.
You hummed into the kiss, letting your fingers dance into the curls at the nape of Alfie's neck. Alfie quickly started thrusting in a rhythmic pattern, finding that sweet spot inside you and hitting it over and over.
"Holy fuck," Alfie pulled back from the kiss, closing his eyes while still pumping into you quickly. He opened them again, letting his forehead rest against yours. "You gonna come for me, love?"
You could barely nod, the sensations becoming all too much for you to bear. And as if Alfie sensed all you needed was a little more to push you over the edge, his thumb found your clit and pressed down roughly.
Your second orgasm washed over you even more suddenly than the first. You let out a loud cry as the knot in your stomach that had been building finally snapped. Alfie followed directly after you, bottoming out as he filled the condom inside you.
His grip on your hips loosened as he pulled out and threw the condom into the trash can. He settled back on top of you, wrapping his large arms around your smaller frame. Alfie's face curled into the crook of your neck, pressing a long, warm kiss to the delicate skin there. "You did so well for me."
You couldn't help but smile at Alfie's words. You let your fingers dance across his back, tracing the defined lines of the taut muscles there. You caught your breath, the urgency of the moments before melting into something calmer.
Alfie's thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles across your hip absentmindedly. Your eyelids grew heavier with each slow circle.
"You gonna stay here?" Alfie's voice woke you from your drowsiness, your eyes shooting back open to meet his. He looked softer now than he did before. He looked like he wanted you to say yes.
Your expression softened, too. "Yeah. I mean, if you don't care, obviously."
Alfie's expression turned into another smirk. It wasn't a second longer before he was wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping both of you, so his chest was pressed against your bare back.
"Good," Alfie murmured, voice low with post-sex dreariness. He pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder blade, sending a shiver down your spine.
You didn't have time to respond, as the combination of Alfie's large biceps caging you in and the soothing lull of his slowing breaths sent you straight to sleep.
your boyfriend brings home flowers after you had a particularly rough day, making you realize just how lucky you are to have him.
content/warnings: fluff, emotional!reader, established relationship, reader has an evil boss, basically just domestic couple stuff
notes: on my atv kick lately!! unrelated but does anyone want to start a punk band with me? in say… bristol???
YOU HAD HAD A SHIT DAY TO SAY THE LEAST. For starters, your alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, causing you to have to rush to get ready for work. And since you were late leaving your flat, you were late catching your train.
As if being nearly an hour late to work wasn’t enough, the universe decided to throw more at you. There was a meeting first thing that morning that your boss had emphasized was "non-negotiable" in approximately a thousand emails. That you missed.
You caught the very end of the meeting, just walking in as everyone was leaving. Your colleagues sent you judgmental, disapproving looks as they walked out past you, leaving you alone with your boss, Mr. Williams.
"Well, Reader…" he said, setting down his coffee mug with a bit too much force. "What made you finally decide to show up?"
You couldn’t help but frown. Because you tried your fucking hardest to get here on time. Instead of replying with a snippy reply, you bite your tongue, valuing keeping your job over cursing out your boss.
"I’m sorry. My train—" You start, but Mr. Williams cuts you off with a hand up.
"Save it," he said, standing up. He couldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. "If you want to keep your job, you’ll make yourself useful and get me another fucking coffee."
And then he left, leaving you standing alone in the conference room, fighting tears. All of this because of your stupid fucking alarm clock.
The rest of your day at work consisted of you running mindless errands for your boss, in hopes that he won’t fire you. Five cups of coffee later, you seemed to have survived the day with your job as you leave work, heading back home on your train.
You pull out your phone to see a text from your boyfriend, Arthur.
arthur: be safe getting home from work lovely. i can’t wait to see you this evening, i missed you today! ❤️
You couldn’t even muster a reply. If you did, you’d probably burst into tears right there on the train. You were just too exhausted.
By the time you got home, you were exhausted. You had a tension headache that felt like someone was ripping out your hair, your neck hurt from slouching at a screen all day, and you were overall just irritated and overstimulated to all hell.
As you shoved your key in the lock to your front door, you took a deep breath. You were pissed off at the world today, but you were not going to take out your emotions on your boyfriend. Hopefully.
As you stepped into the front door and slid off your shoes, a pleasant aroma hit you and stopped you in your tracks.
You followed the smell, making your way into the kitchen.
Arthur was stood there in a black hoodie and grey joggers with his back to you, Chinese takeaway containers strewn across the countertop. He had two plates out in front of him and was scooping noodles out of a container with careful consideration.
And just beside the mess of the takeaway containers, was a beautiful bouquet. They were a mix of pink carnations and lilies, your absolute favorite flowers. They were wrapped in brown paper and tied with a bow.
You nearly lost it at the sight, but you managed to contain your emotions enough not to burst into tears then and there.
Arthur noticed you and jumped a bit, not realizing you had come in. "No! This was meant to be a surprise! I didn’t think you’d be home yet."
And there you went. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks, surely messing up your makeup from the day you’d had.
"Oh, love." Arthur’s face instantly knit into concern, dropping the takeaways on the counter and walking right over to you. He placed both his hands on either side of your face, lifting it to face him. "Please don’t cry. Talk to me."
Arthur wrapped his arms around you, rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. You just leaned into his chest, tears staining his hoodie. When you finally calmed your tears down, you pulled back, looking up at Arthur through teary eyelashes.
"I had a really shit day." You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "But I’m just being ridiculous."
"Oh, baby," Arthur said, chuckling lowly. His thumb brushed over your cheeks, swiping away your stray tears. "You’re not being ridiculous. It’s okay to have a bad day."
Arthur kissed your hairline absentmindedly, because he was just that sweet. You’d just walked in the door and started crying and he didn’t even bat an eye. He just instantly started comforting you, because that’s the man he was. And you loved him for it.
He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped a delicate hand around your wrist and led you toward the food he had on the counter.
You guys sat there and ate the food right there on the kitchen floor. You told him about your day from hell, but you didn’t cry. You just moved on, choosing to live in the moment with your boyfriend, instead of dwelling on the past.
"I nearly forgot about your flowers, love," Arthur said, jumping up from the floor to grab the bouquet of flowers you had noticed when you got home earlier. He held a hand out to you to pull you up, while simultaneously showing you your flowers with the other. "Do you like them?"
You knew that the flowers existed, but your eyes still watered when he showed you them. This man was too sweet for his own good.
"I love them," your voice broke as the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. "Fuck, Arthur. I don’t deserve you."
"Hey," he said, setting the bouquet down again. He held your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head up toward him. "Don’t say that. You deserve the world."
You just stared at him for a moment. Then you leaned forward and kissed him. He melted into it instantly, meeting your lips with a soft and warm kiss. His hand slid around your waist, the other running up your neck and into your hair.
When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, both of you soaking up the bliss of the domestic moment.
"I love you, Reader," Arthur said gently. Then he pulled away, finding a spare vase and prepping the bouquet for it.
You just smiled at the sight, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. "I love you too, Arthur."
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alfie and your daughter attempt to cook you breakfast in bed, but they’re both a hot mess in the kitchen.
content/warnings: fluff, dad!ab, mention of stomach bug (no description), alfie being atrocious at cooking (shock!), suggestive joke right at the end
notes: the people asked and they shall receive… more dad!ab is here! love y’all!! <3
THE SUN HAD JUST STARTED TO PEAK THROUGH THE CURTAINS WHEN ALFIE BLINKED AWAKE. For a moment, he just lay there, watching you sleeping peacefully beside him. You breathed softly, getting some much needed rest after a very long week.
You had had a lot on your plate the past week. Alfie had been off on a trip for YoungLA, leaving you home with your two year-old, Willa. Normally, you would be fine handling Willa on your own, but the day that Alfie left Willa had gotten a stomach bug.
Willa was sick for days, and caring for her had left you drained. She was feeling better now, but all of her unspent energy from when she was ill had caught up to her, and now she was barely sleeping through the night. Which is why Alfie heard the low muttering of her talking to herself in her room through the baby monitor.
He slipped out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you as he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He padded out of your shared room and toward Willa’s, rubbing his eyes of sleep.
The second Willa saw him, her eyes lit up. She lifted her arms up toward him from where she sat up in her cot. "Daddy!"
"Morning, bug," Alfie whispered, wrapping Willa into an embrace. He picked her up and held her at his hip. She rubbed her eyes as he stepped out into the sunlit hallway and headed downstairs.
"Where Mummy at?" Willa asked, resting her little head against Alfie’s chest as they entered the kitchen. She was always so sleepy, but she still insisted on waking up in the early hours of the morning for some reason.
"She’s asleep." Alfie sat Willa on the counter as he began getting things they’d need from the cupboard. He pulled out a big mixing bowl and put it beside Willa on the counter. "We’re gonna surprise her with some breakfast. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah!" Willa called, immediately trying to grab the bowl Alfie had just sat down. "Pancake?"
Alfie smiled down at his daughter, tucking a strand of her messy hair behind her ear. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead. "Of course pancakes, Willa. Mummy's favorite."
They didn't even last ten minutes.
The kitchen was a complete disaster. They had used approximately 30 different bowls, flour was scattered across every surface imaginable, and somehow batter had ended up in both Alfie's and Willa's hair.
"Right, bug. It's time for us to—" Alfie turned around to see Willa stealing blueberries with a mischievous look on her face, thinking Alfie couldn't see. He pointed the wooden spoon he'd been using for the batter at her. "Oi! Put those down!"
Willa froze with a handful of blueberries incriminating her. Without even batting an eye, she ate the rest. Then she laughed in Alfie's face like a true daddy's girl who knows her dad won't yell at her for it.
Alfie just sighed, then scooped Willa up and brought her over to the stove. "We've gotta start cooking these, bug. Before your mum wakes up."
She nodded like she had a mission now. "'Kay!"
Alfie touched the pan lightly to see if it was hot enough and hissed as it burned to the touch. "Fuck!"
Willa looked at Alfie with a mischievous glint in her eye. She opened her mouth to repeat Alfie, but he spoke up before she could. "Do not repeat that! Your mother will kill me..."
"Kill?" Willa asked, turning her head to the side out of curiosity. Alfie just dropped his head, accepting defeat that he had taught your daughter some new vocabulary words this morning.
Willa watched with an excited grin as Alfie got the bowl of batter and poured out the first pancake. It was going great. Until he flipped it and it fell apart completely. The next one looked promising, however.
"Now we're cooking, Will!" Alfie ruffles your daughter's hair before turning around to grab a plate for the pancakes. He was not even turned around for five seconds when he smelled something burning.
He turned around quickly, running over to the stove and pulling the pancake out of the pan. It had somehow transformed into a hockey puck in the five seconds he was across the kitchen.
Smoke curled up from the stove and toward the ceiling, and Willa pointed to it and laughed like the menace she was.
Then the smoke alarm started up with a loud: BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
"No, no!" Alfie yelled as Willa continued laughing. He lunged into action, grabbing a tea towel and waving it frantically at the smoke. He cracked the windows in the kitchen as well, then grabbed the smoke detector and pulled the batteries out. He grabbed Willa from the counter and sat down on the kitchen floor, catching his breath.
"Fuck," Willa giggled, looking up at Alfie. He couldn't even be mad at your daughter for swearing, because she used it in the perfect context.
"Yeah," Alfie said, rubbing his brow. "Fuck."
Upstairs, you jump awake at the sound of chaos downstairs. You basically fall out of bed, leaving your room and heading down to where the noise was coming from.
You take in the state of the kitchen. Alfie and Willa must have used the whole bag of flour, judging by how much of it was throughout the room. The smoke detector that had woken you a few seconds before was on the counter with the batteries taken out.
And on the floor, right in the middle of the kitchen, was Alfie and your daughter Willa. He looked out of breath, clutching a tea towel for some reason. Beside him, Willa just grinned.
"Mummy!" she smiled and jumped up, arms out for a hug. You reach down and scoop her up. “We make pancakes!"
"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at Alfie. "Where… are they?"
Alfie shakes his head, standing up from the ground. "I’m sorry, love. We wanted to do something nice for you. But we’re just so shit at cooking and we kinda fucked it. I’m sorry."
Your chest tightened as you looked between your beaming daughter in your arms and your doting boyfriend in front of you. Your eyes watered slightly as you thought about how lucky you are for your little family. Even if they can’t cook for shit.
"That is very sweet, Alfie," you said, putting Willa down.
A faint pink rose to Alfie’s cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. You kissed him slowly, tasting the pancake batter on his lips. 
On the floor behind you, Willa dropped a metal bowl with a loud clang. "Fuck!"
You had never pulled back from Alfie quicker. Your eyes were open wide at him, but he avoided eye contact. You turned slowly toward Willa.
"Willa." you picked her up and propped her on your hip. She practically melted into your side. "You can’t say that word, baby."
"Daddy says it!" Willa said, pointing to a very guilty looking Alfie.
You narrowed your eyes at Alfie. "Well, daddy’s gonna be in big trouble for saying that."
Alfie just grinned that wicked grin he had when he was saying something inappropriate. "Guess you’re gonna have to punish me then."
You just rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to Alfie’s cheeks. "Later."
you go on a night out with your girls to forget about alfie, but then he shows up.
content/warnings: jealous!alfie, established situationship, alcohol consumption, drunk texting, reader is friends with liv and sabina
notes: once again, this comes from my alfie fic on wattpad! it’s been adjusted slightly but it’s mainly the same (so if there’s typos that’s why). lmk if you want part two of reader and alf back at his flat 😛😛
THE BASS THUMPED IN YOUR CHEST. Enough to rattle your eardrums a bit. The trendy rooftop bar you were at buzzed with people laughing, the clink of glasses, and the sounds of the city of London at night.
As of late, your mind has been stuck on one Alfie Buttle. You had been seeing each other casually, but you were slowly developing feelings that Alfie did not reciprocate. Most recently, you had hooked up with him and the next morning, he could barely look you in the eye, leaving you confused and upset.
So, your girls (Liv and Sabina) decided to take you on a night out to get your mind off of Alfie.
Sabina and Liv were clearly a bit overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded them, sending each other tentative glances whenever things got a bit too much. However, you were just tipsy enough not to care.
You leaned against the bar as you swirled your drink on the counter. It was your usual, a gin and tonic.
If Alfie were here, he'd be chirping about how gin and tonics "taste like cleaning chemicals" or something else equally annoying that would make you smile. The smile flew off your face though when you caught what you were doing.
You were not supposed to be thinking about Alfie tonight. The whole reason Sabina and Liv had brought you here was to get your mind off him.
You mentally cursed yourself for being so easy once again. You and Alfie had hooked up only a handful of times, and somehow he had found himself a permanent spot stuck in your mind.
When you finally tuned back into the conversation, Liv was waffling about Isaac and mugs, gesturing wildly with her hands like the true Italian girl she was. Sabina nodded along enthusiastically, sipping her drink.
"And then he told me I should put the mug back! Which is crazy, because he was buying another little football goal for the apartment!"
Sabina shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Men. They just don't get TK Maxx like we do, do they?"
Liv shook her head. "Absolutely not..."
Across the rooftop, you could hear the starting notes to a song. Your song. As your ears piqued, you grabbed Liv's and Sabina's wrists so hard that it almost knocked their drinks out of their hands.
As you began pulling the girls toward the dance floor, Sabina spoke up, nearly tripping over the bar stool she was sitting on. "Y/N, calm down! You're gonna rip our arms off if you keep up."
You spun around, still walking toward the dance floor, just backwards. "Sorry," you said, letting go of the girls' wrists. "But this is my song!"
Liv and Sabina shared a knowing glance before Liv spoke. "Never Say Never?"
"Yes!" You jumped as you got to the floor before you began to dance like nobody was watching.
You were buzzing with energy now, and as much as Liv and Sabina would rather sip drinks and chat than dance all night, they couldn't help but feel glad that you were having fun and getting your mind off Alfie.
You were having so much fun on the dance floor, that as you spun, you knocked right into somebody behind you.
"Shit, sorry," you said, turning to face who you'd bumped into.
He was... fine. That was the word for it. He had a nice enough face, and a decent outfit on. He was taller than you, but not that tall. Not as tall as Alfie.
"It's okay," he said, steadying you by your elbows. The quick gaze up and down he gave you went unnoticed by yourself. You were too busy thinking about what Alfie would've done if he'd been the one you bumped into.
Stop doing that, you thought to yourself. You are supposed to be forgetting Alfie.
"I'm Mark," he added, sending you a charismatic smile.
You took one look at Mark and made a decision. He was exactly what you needed right now: somebody to get your mind off of Alfie Buttle.
"Y/N," you offered, beginning to sway to the music once again.
The song had changed, and Sabina and Liv were nowhere to be found. You assumed that they'd snuck off to continue sipping drinks and chatting about God knows what, but you didn't mind. You had other things to do now.
"Has anyone ever told you you’re a good dancer?" Mark leaned in slightly so you could hear him over the loud music. His hands hovered at your waist, as if asking permission silently.
"Once or twice," you said, a smirk tugging at your lips. That was the tackiest line ever. If this was any other night, you wouldn’t even give this man the time of day.
"Figures," he said with a smile. He had taken another step toward you, allowing his hands to settle on your waist confidently now. "You've got actual rhythm. Most of the people here are just... jumping."
You giggled. "Right."
You danced with Mark, swaying to the music with him easily. He spun you sloppily, but he did it with enough confidence that it made you smile. When you turned back to face him, he stopped you against his chest.
And then it just... happened.
Mark leaned down toward you. Slowly, as if he was giving you the option to back out if you wanted to. You didn't, though.
Instead, you closed the distance between you two. Your lips pressed together in a slow, sweet kiss. It was fine. Not terrible, not amazing, just fine.
Even as you tried to lean into it, your mind betrayed you. Because you couldn't help but think about how you wished it was Alfie.
You pulled away with a breath, putting a bit of space between you and Mark.
Fucking Mark. What the hell were you thinking, kissing some random guy at the club? Liv was gonna be pissed. If she wasn't already watching you from some corner of the roof, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"I'm gonna go grab another drink," you said, gesturing toward the bar, already stepping that way.
"Fair enough," Mark nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll be here."
You sent him a small nod before ducking off the dance floor. You beelined straight for the bar, not even bothering to look for Liv and Sabina. You needed another drink.
"Can I get a shot? Tequila?" You asked the bartender, drumming your fingers gently on the bar top as you waited.
Within a few moments, the bartender was setting the shot glass in front of you. You picked it up and tapped it on the counter out of habit, before throwing it back in one go. It burned going down, and it made you wince.
"Right," you muttered to no one in particular.
Your hand reached into your bag and pulled out your phone on its own accord. Your brain didn't catch up to you until you were staring at Alfie's contact.
And then you were typing.
ALFIE DIDN'T KNOW WHY HE SHOWED UP TO THIS CLUB. Especially after you specifically told him not to show up. But you had texted him tonight. You may have been slightly inebriated when you did, but either way, you did it.
And Alfie couldn't get it out of his mind.
He had made some questionable decisions lately, but this one seemed particularly fucked. He had told himself to stop messing around with you. He knew you were too good a woman to deal with his commitment issues. He took a step back from everything to avoid anybody getting hurt, but he had somehow ended up hurting you more.
But you texted him. That had to mean something, right?
The second the lift doors opened, Alfie stepped out and onto the roof. The bass of the music thrummed in his chest. It was heavy and overwhelming, but it didn't stop him from scanning the roof for you.
It took him about five seconds to spot you.
You were standing at the bar, waving down the bartender. Your smile was beaming and your cheeks were flushed pink, a telltale sign that you were a bit tipsy already.
But just as Alfie started walking toward you, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. You were with a guy, and his arm was wrapped around your fucking waist.
He watched as the guy leaned down and whispered something in your ear, making you laugh.
Absolutely the fuck not.
His jaw tightened as his feet carried him across the roof before his mind knew any better. He walked past dozens of people, all dancing, jumping, and having a good time, but his eyes never left you.
The guy looked at him first. He immediately straightened his posture, as if that would help his height in comparison to Alfie. He nearly laughed in the guy's face.
You turned to face Alfie a split second later. A spark of recognition washed over your face, before something else unreadable took over your expression.
"You came," you said, breathless. You looked Alfie up and down, no shame whatsoever. It boosted Alfie's ego just a bit more.
"Yeah," was all he said. He checked you out in return. Because apparently that's what you guys were doing tonight.
The guy looked between you and Alfie, confusion across his face. "Do you guys know each other?" he asked, gesturing between the pair.
Alfie didn't look away from you.
"Something like that," you said, glancing at the guy for only a second. Then your eyes were back on Alfie.
The guy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, obviously trying to get you to walk away with him. You shrugged his arm off smoothly.
"Sorry," Alfie said, finally turning to face the guy. "Who the fuck are you?"
He just blinked at Alfie. "I'm Mark."
Alfie took a single step toward him, and a flash of panic spread across Mark's face. "Well, Mark. You can fuck off. She's going home."
Mark's eyes darted between Alfie and you, not sure where to look or what to do. Mark noticed your gaze still fixed on Alfie, and he cleared his throat.
"Listen, Y/N," Mark started, leaning in toward you slightly. "Are you okay? Do you wanna get away from this guy?"
You looked between the two men. You looked at Mark and opened your mouth to speak, but Alfie beat you to it.
"I told you to fuck off, mate." Alfie stepped closer to Mark with a look of pure hatred on his face. He looked as if Mark stood in front of him for one more minute, he would knock his teeth in.
Mark stood his ground for about two seconds before he gulped and removed his arm from you. He took a step away, seemingly realizing this situation was not worth it.
"Uh, come find me if," he gestured toward Alfie, "that doesn't work out," Mark said before scurrying off across the rooftop.
Alfie just laughed before leaning forward against the bar, right next to you. He tapped the bar and somehow the bartender knew that he wanted a shot. He threw it back without missing a beat.
The second Mark was gone, you turned to face Alfie, crossing your arms. You were pissed off judging by the look on your face, but Alfie didn't pay it any mind. He liked it better when you were a little mad anyway.
"What the fuck was that, Alfie?"
He knitted his brows together, playing dumb. "What?"
You placed a palm to Alfie's chest and promptly shoved him. He didn't move much, but Alfie was impressed by the strength you did have. You were a small woman, but you could clearly pack a punch.
"Alfie, you don't just get to show up and mess everything up!" Your eyes glistened as you spoke, getting more and more worked up. "I mean, for fuck's sake! The whole reason I'm here tonight is to stop fucking thinking about you!"
Alfie, froze at that. For some reason, it had never occurred to him that you might be thinking about him, as he thought about you.
He placed both his hands on your shoulders, steadying you.
"Come on," was all he said. A hand slid to the small of your back, before he was guiding you through the crowd and to the lift.
You didn't protest. Not as you got into the lift with Alfie, not as he called for an Uber, and not as you stepped out onto the pavement to wait for it.
"Alf..." you spoke, nearly a whisper. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering a little bit in the crisp night air.
"Hm?" Alfie hummed, looking up from whatever he was doing on his phone. He slipped his jacket off absentmindedly and laid it over your shoulders.
"Liv and Sabina are gonna freak out when they can't find me," you said as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of his coat.
"I already texted Sabina." Alfie waved his phone before he stuck it in his jeans pocket. "That's our car, by the way."
He opened the door for you without a word. Like this was all normal for you two. You slid into the backseat, Alfie's jacket still clinging to your shoulders. He slid in beside you, shutting the door.
You looked out the window and took a deep breath. You were only tipsy enough to text your situationship. You weren’t drunk enough to not realize you were making a stupid mistake. But something about Alfie made you do stupid things.
"come one, come all, it’s happening again, the empathetic hunger descends"
content/warnings: graphic description of death, gore, injury, and violence, grief/loss, character injury/death, sexual themes, gun/other weapon use, alcohol/drug use, illness, cults, profanity, depression and suicidal ideations, and any other content suitable to an apocalyptic theme
notes: hello everyone! welcome to my ukyt apocalypse au!! i’ve taken heavy inspo for the universe from tlou as well as from twd, but my plots are mine. each “season” of this au follows a different experience in the same universe. reader is the same character in every season, meaning i do not recommend that you read out of order. however, you can do what you want! either way, i just hope you enjoy!!
season one — george clarke x reader, doomsday
season two — chris dixon x reader, motion sickness
season three — arthur frederick x reader, vienna
season four — alfie buttle x reader, heading north
"no you ain’t got no mrs, oh but you’ve got a sports car"
synopsis: racing was always just a hobby for you. you had no clue how deep that world really ran. until you receive anonymous coordinates to a race. a big one. suddenly, you’re thrown into the UK’s elite underground racing scene: a world full of cutthroat rivalries, illegal betting, and teams that are more loyal to each other than to their own flesh and blood. will you be able to navigate this new space and uncover the mystery of who recruited you?
content/warnings: illegal street racing, alcohol and drug consumption, illegal gambling/betting, police raids/arrest, graphic description of car accidents and possible injuries associated, hospitalization, sexual content, profanity, loosely ib the fast & furious franchise so any other themes suitable to those movies
notes: so um… yeah idk. i just have had this vision of the ukyt groups and illegal street racing and idk! it makes sense to me in my brain so !!!!!!!
