so there’s these boys…

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hello!!! i haven’t been on here in ages and i’ve also been to busy to keep up with the sidemen so i’ve only just found out that jj left?? 🫪 genuinely not that surprised tbh but can we talk about his ego in recent interviews and stuff! saying he’s going to “pass the sidemen channel in followers” is insane 😳 anywaysss… how have all of you been and also please catch me up on any more important sidemen news that i’ve missed these past few months! 💘 (though i have seen that josh and freya are having a baby boy which is so sweet!! 🥹🍼🩵)

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hello racer daddy x

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are you kidding me!! so happy for them 🩵🥹

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Harryyyy 🐸🤍

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me when harry posts on insta: 🤳🏻

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the big 4 😛💋

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charity match day is tomorrow!! which team are you on? ⚽️🫧 (ps: who else is obsessed with bach’s new hair? 🤭)

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long time no see girlies sorry! i’ve been so so busy and just haven’t had the time or energy to write so i’ve been MIA 😭 though i’m watching the charity match tomorrow (via my tv unfortunately 😌) so i just wanted to come and say hi + ask which team u guys are rooting for! obviously it’s for charity so i’m not bothered who wins but usually i’m rooting for sidemen fc but with them being split up this year i’m not sure!!

who are you rooting for? ⚽️🫧💘

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request by @rua90sbaby

Fight for her -Alfie buttle

words: 1.7k+

warnings: angst with a happy ending, alfie’s a dick in the beginning, mentions of readers family (dad, mum, brother).

summary: fame changes people is what everyone says. you didn’t believe it’d happen to your boyfriend until it did and it changed everything. you left, he realised his mistakes and then had to show you how much you mean to him.

notes: i couldn’t reply to this request for some weird reason so i’ve just screenshot the idea for this fic and tagged the girlie who sent it in 🫠 this request is sooo fucking good i hope u enjoy! 💘🫶🏼🤭 (also this is so polar opposite to my last ab fic lmao)

You met Alfie when you were both seventeen, you fell in love and have been together since. When he moved to London you moved with him and ended up with a job you love, though you do sometimes miss being closer to your family.

Alfie worked hard to get where he is in his career. You've watched him work his way to the top, you've been at his side from the beginning, you didn't complain when he was constantly away and you've just tried to be the best girlfriend you can be.

But he's different now.

He's been snarky, overly confident, acting like he's better than everyone. The "fame" has gotten to his head.

It's something that tends to happen to people when they're young and stupid and getting boat loads of attention.

You'd seen a few comments on his page with people saying he'd changed and unfortunately, you agreed.

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The rain pounded against the floor length windows of the apartment as you sat upright on the bed, typing away and trying to finish the piece you're working on for work so you can go to bed.

The smell of your body wash still lingered in the room since you'd just showered and gotten into your favourite pyjamas. The room was silent, excluding the sound coming from outside.

Suddenly, loudly, the front door slammed closed downstairs.

You jumped slightly, the sound pulling you from your concentration.

The fast taps of your boyfriend's feet rushing up the stairs got louder until he was entering your bedroom.

"Hey baby," he grinned cheesily.

He'd been out with the boys after a shoot and had clearly had a drink or two. Usually he'd text you if he was going to be late, he'd forgotten this time though.

"How was it?" You asked, not moving your eyes away from the computer on your lap as he got undressed and walked into the bathroom.

You heard him turn the shower on before he peeked his head back into the room to meet your eyes.

"Good. I bought another box of those footy cards," he told you.

You closed your laptop and turned your body towards him.

"Oh god. How much were they?" You sighed.

"Just over a grand," he replied confidently.

You groaned. "You don't even know what they mean, how much they're worth. Let me guess... Behz and Ginge bought some as well?"

He's a grown man, he makes his own money and can do whatever he wants with it but you've noticed how reckless he's getting, only buying shit because everyone else is.

"And Chazza," he added before turning and getting into the shower.

By the time he got out you were already asleep, exhausted from cleaning the flat and working all day.

He lay down next to you and pulled you into him before shutting his eyes and giving into sleep.

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The next morning you woke up to Alfie still asleep next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle. You sat up, rubbed your eyes and then plodded downstairs to get a drink.

You took it out onto the balcony and sat on the new outdoor chairs you'd just bought. The cool breeze and the morning sun graced your skin as you excitedly thought about the things you were doing today.

When you eventually went back upstairs Alfie was up and getting dressed.

"You're getting dressed already?" You asked, still stood in your pyjamas.

"Yeah, a shoot came up last minute," he replied nonchalantly.

You stared blankly at him for a moment, processing what he'd just said. "Tell me you're joking Alfie."

"What're you on about?"

You scoffed. "We've had this day planned for weeks. We're supposed to be going to the new restaurant that nobody can get a reservation for? The one opposite the podcast studio?"

"y/n," he sighed, "this is important, can't we just go another day?" He suggested plainly. No apology. Nothing.

"You're unbelievable," you huffed, "you know what, go. Have fun."

You walked past him and went into the bathroom, he barely blinked.

Ten minutes later you heard the front door slam.

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Alfie returned to the apartment hours later.

It was quiet. He walked upstairs and checked the bathroom for you.

You weren't there. And nether was your suitcase that usually sat inside the wardrobe next to his own.

As he noticed how much of your stuff was actually missing the realisation hit him like a truck. He'd fucked up. Bad.

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You held all of your emotions in the entire train ride there. When your dad picked you up from the train station in his car you finally broke down.

Your decision to go home had been something you'd been thinking about for a little while.

Alfie wasn't the same as when you first got together. He used to buy you flowers "just because", he'd sit and listen to you ramble about stupid things for hours without complaint and he never ever forgot about a date.

You still love him. And that's what makes this situation so hard.

Time to think and decompress was what you needed. Sitting with your family in your old home, not alone in a cold apartment thinking about where your boyfriend was.

You were never controlling. It's obviously hard when he goes on work trips so regularly but you understood and in the beginning he'd always check in on you during the holidays but recently... it seems he's to focused on the content to care.

Your brother was fuming when you told your family how you'd been feeling. "Oh sweetie," your mum had sighed before pulling you into a well needed hug.

"He's so different. It's like I don't even recognise him anymore," you sobbed.

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The next day, after some much needed rest in your old bed, you didn't move until the early afternoon when your mum forced you to go downstairs and get some food.

You sat on the sofa, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while your dad flipped through the channels on the tv.

The doorbell rang, you thought nothing of it as your brother yelled that he'd get it.

The door swung open and then shut again within twenty seconds, you looked back to see that your brother was no longer stood in the hallway. Assuming it must've just been one of his friends you turned your attention back to your food.

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"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Your brother whisper-yelled.

Alfie ran his hand through his hair anxiously. "Please, just let me talk to her."

Your brother's brows furrowed. "You're a fucking prick. Treating her like you're better than her, treating everyone like you're better than them for that matter. She doesn't wanna talk, why do you think she left without a word, huh?"

"I know, I want to apologise... please," he took a deep breath, "I can't lose her," he almost begged, clearly defeated.

"You should've thought about that before you treated her like shit," your brother sighed before... "I'll tell her you're here. But if she doesn't want to see you you'll need to go, understood?"

Alfie nodded. "Thank you."

Your brother left him outside and walked back into the house.

He appeared in front of you, a serious look on his face.

You sat up straight, putting your empty plate down. "What?"

"Uhm, Alfie's outside," he told you quietly.

Your dad looked over, also now sitting up.

"He's- how did he even know where I was?" You asked, eyes wide.

"I don't know. You don't have to talk to him. I'll tell him to leave-"

"No," you stopped him, "It's okay."

You stood up and walked over to the door, shoving some shoes on and grabbing a coat before opening the door and stepping outside.

Alfie was stood in the middle of your driveway with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. He stopped mid pace when he noticed you.

"y/n," he surged toward you.

You stopped his chest with your hand.

He stepped back. "Sorry. I know you probably don't want to talk to me."

"How did you figure out where I was?" Was the first thing you asked.

"I guessed," he replied.

"You came all the way here on... a whim?"

He shrugged. "I needed to see you. I came to apologise, for everything. y/n, I've been such a fucking idiot, I'm sorry for treating you different, for getting wound up in shit that I don't even care about that much I just- I was trying to fit in, I guess. I love you. You're the only person I've ever loved and I hate how I made you feel. You can forgive me, or don't. I just needed you to know."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you bit the inside of your lip, trying to contain your emotions.

You closed your eyes for a second as you sucked in a deep breath. "I've just missed you. How you used to be with me, how you used to treat me. I know you love me, I love you, which is why it hurt worse when you changed."

He nodded slowly, intently listening as his eyes stung. "I didn't even realise how I was acting, people were commenting about it but I- it shouldn't have taken you leaving for me to realise."

You took a step closer, slowly pulling your hand out of your pockets and placing them against his cheeks.

"We're young, I'm sure most of your friends had phases like this when they were your age. I'm glad you've realised your mistakes because how you treated me last night-"

"I know, I know," he wrapped his hands around your wrists gently, "I fucked of our date for some shitty video, I'll never choose my job over you again, I promise."

You stared into each other's eyes, tears spilling from your waterlines before you leaned into him, capturing his lips in a kiss.

His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you close as he melted into your lips.

Once you pulled away you kept your foreheads connected as he whispered, "I'll do better. I'm sorry, I love you."

thanks for reading! 😚

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new angsty ab fic will be up at 7:45 (as per) girlies! don’t miss it! also i need more w2s requests if any of you have ideas 😋💘🫶🏼

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okay my last post of pics from the ski trip 🤭💘 (side note: harry’s mullet are u kidding 😛)

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AYYY we need more ab writers

So I was thinking what if ab and the Mrs had a pregnancy scare. I think he would be so comforting when she is freaking out

Oh f*ck -Alfie buttle

words: 1.2k+

warnings: angst, pregnancy scare, comfort, established relationship, mentions of vomiting, alfie’s a great boyfriend.

summary: alfie comforts you while you wait for news that could change your lives and relationship forever.

notes: ooo love this idea babe! thanks for sending it in, enjoy 🎀🫶🏼😚

You woke up feeling... off.

It wasn't extreme you just felt a little nauseous and your head ached.

But after a long shower and some plain toast you got ready for the day, because no matter how you felt you still had to go to work.

Your boyfriend, Alfie, had left early to film for the fellas pod, so he wasn't next to you when you woke up.

Once you got to work you started feeling worse and during your lunch break you ended up hunched over the toilet in the bathroom, throwing up what little you had in your stomach.

You cleaned yourself up and, feeling better, you decided to just power through the rest of the day.

The few hours you had left dragged on and on until it was finally time for you to go home.

When you opened the door to the apartment you audibly sighed a sigh of relief.

"Hey," Alfie greeted you from a few feet away as he stood at the kitchen counter filling up a glass with water.

His voice startled you.

"Oh, hi," you replied unenthusiastically as you set your bag down and kicked your shoes off.

His brows furrowed and he walked over to you, setting his glass down on the way so he could grip your arms and analyse you. "You okay? Something happen at work?"

You inhaled. "I just feel weird. Oh and I threw up earlier."

"What when?" He asked, now much more concerned.

"Twelve ish," you replied tiredly.

"Why didn't you leave? Call me? All of the above?"

You moved out of his grasp and over to the couch where you sat down and curled up.

He followed you and knelt down in front of the couch to be at your level.

"I felt better after I'd been sick but I'm really starting to feel shit again," you told him.

He nodded slowly. "What do you want? Do you need anything?" He asked patiently.

You shook your head. "Just sit, please?"

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Alfie didn't leave your side for the remainder of the night, he watched tv with you and then carried you up to bed after you'd fallen asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the feeling of bile rising up your throat.

Haphazardly, you fell out of bed and scurried to the ensuite, just about making it in time before you threw up for the second time in the past twenty four hours.

Alfie was awake and by your side in an instant, he grabbed your messy hair with his fist and pulled it away from your face while using his other hand to rub your back comfortingly.

Once you'd finished you sat back and sighed.

"Babe...?" He asked cautiously.

You hummed, acknowledging him while regaining your bearings.

"Are you sure you're not... late?" He asked.

Your eyes opened slowly. "What? It's my day off."

He sat next to you. "No. I mean... are you late, late."

Your eyes widened in realisation. "Oh fuck," you muttered, the room suddenly feeling way too small.

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The test sat on the counter next to you.

You were sat on the closed toilet seat while Alfie stood and paced the bathroom, it wasn't intentional, just a normal reaction to a high stress situation.

When the timer went off he stopped. The both of you remained in a still silence for a few seconds before you reached over and picked it up, making a point to keep it upside down.

You took in a shaky breath. Alfie knelt down in front of you and gently placed his hands on your knees.

"y/n?"

"Mmm?" You didn't move your eyes from the test that sat in your clammy palm.

"Look at me," he asked softly.

You did, and your waterline filled with tears. "I can't," you whispered.

"I know. It's okay, wait as long as you want. No rush," he reassured you.

So you sat there for another few minutes, though it felt like an eternity. The trajectory of your life's could change forever when you looked at that test and you were... scared.

In this moment you were just a couple, two. And it would remain that way until you flipped that test over, you wanted to pretend none of this was even happening but you had to face the truth. And so you finally turned it over.

Your lips parted, your breath stuttered, you looked to Alfie. He braced himself for whatever you were about to say.

"Negative," you announced quietly, passing him the test that clearly read 'not pregnant'.

He nodded slowly then placed it back on the counter and leaned up to pull you into his chest.

You broke down, holding onto him tight. All the emotions from the past hour pouring out of you.

He took you to bed, got in next to you and then pulled you into him.

You rested your head against him, your breathing slow, your expression blank.

"How do you feel?" Alfie asked eventually after a long silence.

You sucked in a breath. "Weird," you began, voice horse, "sad. But I don't know why because that isn't something I want until- well just not now."

"You're allowed to be sad about it. You're allowed to be happy, or both," he replied, his hand slowly running through your hair.

"How do you feel?" You asked softly.

He sighed. "I'm relieved," he admitted, "I'm not ready. I want that. I knew as soon as I met you that I want that kind of life with you but we're both busy and I want it to be when we both really want it, you know?"

You smiled slightly. "When did you get so wise?"

He chuckled, voice rough.

"I agree though, It's just a lot to process. I need to sleep, clear my head. I'll be fine tomorrow," you added.

He kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he murmured.

"Love you," you yawned as your hand intertwined with his.

A takeaway and a day in bed was well needed so that's what you did until the both of you fell asleep early, limbs intertwined, breaths slow.

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The next day you did feel better and so did your stomach. You assumed you must've ate something weird and that'd caused you to feel so awful but you'd gotten it out of your system.

You also woke up to the sight of your period. The timing obviously was very off but everything happens for a reason and the whole 'pregnancy scare' thing seemed to have only brought you and Alfie closer.

He made you breakfast, cancelled his shoot and sat with you while you watched whatever you wanted to on his laptop.

The past 24 hours had definitely done a number on the both of you but with the way he'd comforted you it just made you all the more excited for when you do start a family with him.

Alfie Buttle is the love of your life after all and when you're both ready, preferably married and with a forever home, you couldn't wait to watch him become a dad and he has always loved thinking about the day he makes you a mummy.

Though that's not now and that probably won't be for quite a while and that's okay, you're both content exactly where you are, as long as you're together.

thanks for reading lovelies! sorry for being absent but i have so many great requests that i’m trying to get through during my little spare time so just bare with me 😅 hope you enjoyed! 💘🫂

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more pics from the boys ski trip via cals insta 🏔️💓⛷️ (also… ab fic coming out at 7:45 tonight girlies 🤭)

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pics from the boys recent ski trip ⛷️❄️🇫🇷

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Sometimes babygirl is a grown man

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need a ginge fic about the whole kick off at ballers league tonight 🫦🫦

hey babe! this is so late i know but i actually added it into this fic because it just made sense tehehe 😚💓