𝜗𝜚 xoxoluvcloud𝜗𝜚

[xoxoluvcloud]

‘you is kind

you is smart

you it’s important.’

need some new ideas,pls send some over id like to start writing so give me some ideas to do,

will mostly be writing for,ab(alfie buttle),morgan burtwhistle,heinz baines,mikey taylor,cory darbo

if you have someone you’d like me to write for i might do it so pls ask.

i am very new to this so any advice would help me a lot just please be kind about it,

masterlist

chai bots

[buttlesangel]

i like to imagine alfies mrs sits with a vape in her bra at all times, like he asks where it is and shes like "here you go ☺️" as it was just sitting in her bra

and hes like "wtf why do you keep it there 😍🧐"

but theres just no pockets in her sundresses, easy access tho

[xoxoluvcloud]

literally only place my vape is eva.

also anyone else put something in there bra and like completely forgot about it until you take your bra off or just me?..

[bluerose42]

Greetings

alfie buttle x reader summary: you and a stranger are forced to live together for a week with no contact to the outside world notes: someone help me with a team name pls trapped masterlist

Day One

11:45 AM

Your suitcase was heavy and way too full, the zip was threatening to re-open with every stair you climbed, the apartment building was large and full of cameras but you expected nothing less from the sidemen

Your friend Tobi had begged for you to be in their most recent video due to someone pulling out last minute, all you knew about said video was living with a stranger for a week and competing with 2 other duos to complete the most challenges successfully earning points for your team

You weren't a stranger to sidemen videos, you'd been in multiple over the years, leading to a major growth in your YouTube channel, where you posted weekly vlogs about your day to day life

"Thought you guys were meant to be loaded" you deadpanned the camera nearby as you lugged your suitcase up the stairs "cant afford a bloody lift"

You eventually reached the floor of your flat for the week, the door labelled 208 was unlocked, thankfully as you hadn't received any keys

The living room was large enough for a 3 seater cream sofa with a small coffee table placed in front and a large tv which seemed to have no remote

"You definitely skimped out on this one" you walked towards the kitchen opening the draws and cupboards to see 2 bowls, 2 plates and 2 pairs of knives and forks "definitely a second channel vid"

You continued to snoop before the letter box in the front door opened and shut with a clang dropping a single envelope on the floor, you hurried over quick to read the secret document

The front of the envelope read 'for readers eyes only' you quickly ripped it open not caring to save the envelope

"Reader, your new roomate will be arriving in 2 minutes, your first challenge is to scare them upon arrival" you laughed at the note before quickly moving to behind the front door where they would enter it was a boring place to hide but it was the first place you saw

The wait for the door to open felt way longer than it was due to the anticipation, you didn't know who to expect, you knew majority of the people in the uk YouTube scene partially due to how many sidemen videos you had appeared in

When the door opened you barely had chance to look at the figure entering before you screamed making them jump

"Fuck off" a large man said holding his hand over his heart "nearly gave me a heart attack" his voice was rough compared to yours

"Sorry" you laughed "it was my first challenge" your voice was sincere despite your laughter at his reaction "i'm reader" you held out your hand finally taking the mans apparence in

He obviously worked out regularly, he was a large man with his curly brown hair cut recently into a mullet, and a pair of coloured sunglasses covering his eyes, you wouldn't lie he was very attractive

"AB" he responded taking your hand and making a weak attempt at eye contact without blushing "have you been here long?" he questioned moving to look around the flat

"Just got here, cupboards are practically empty" you warned as he moved to the kitchen, leaving his suitcase near the front door next to yours

"It's nice though" he spoke turning back around to you "bit small for the sidemen" he laughed opening the fridge to see its empty

"That's what I was thinking" you smiled "so what kind of content do you make?" you asked wanting to get to know the man more

"Just do vlogs really" he laughed to himself

"Me too" you exclaimed "this is gonna be easy we've got so much in common already"

"Have you seen the bedrooms yet?" AB asked walking down the hallway you'd yet to discover

"No I've only had time to look around the kitchen" you confessed following him to the other side of the flat

The two of you stood outside 3 doors one labelled 'diary room' and when you opened the other two you found a bathroom and a bedroom containing a double bed

"One room" AB spoke slowly unsure of what to do in the awkward environment "one bed"

"Thats one way to break the tension" you laughed feeling slightly nervous to share a bed with the 6 foot man

~

12:15 PM

Later in the diary room you sat there in silence, looking around the room unsure what to do, AB or Alfie as he said you could call him had already done his first interview so now it was your turn

"Reader, how do you like the flat" a voice spoke making you jump a little

"It's very nice, were lacking a bit on basic necessities like food" you shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable "but overall, its nice"

"How do you like your new roommate?" the feminine robotic voice asked its tone remaining consistent

"He's great, seems like a good guy, im presuming we have 2 very different fan bases which will be interesting considering we do similar things" you truthfully looked into the camera, a smile making its way to your face

"Please return to the living room, your first challenge awaits"

~

12:25 PM

"AB and reader, this is your first official challenge together" you read from the card on the kitchen counter "you will be competing against the 2 other duos, so you need to try your best" you slid the card over to AB allowing him to read the rest

"You will be participating in the blind, deaf challenge, the blind participant must do all physical aspects of the challenge, the team who wins will receive 3 points" he read out making you laugh "please open your front door"

"Sounds like a torture method" you moved to the front door finding numerous ingredients, noise cancelling headphones and a blindfold

"I'm shit at baking" Alfie confessed holding his hands up "so i'll let you be in charge" he stepped back

"Okay, so do you wanna be blindfolded, so I can see?" you asked handing him the blindfold

"How the fuck do you tie this?" he struggled holding the black cloth around his eyes struggling to secure it on

"Lean down" you giggled moving to help the man

He complied quickly moving down to help you reach near his eyes

"You're actually tiny" Alfie told you now completely blind after you tied the back of the cloth into a knot

"Compared to you, who isn't" you organised all ingredients out onto the counter before placing your headphone on top of your head "I presume we're suppose to be making cupcakes" you assumed looking at what's in front of you

"Okay I can do that" AB hyped himself up forgetting you cant hear him "what do I do now?" he waited for your response "oh fuck, you cant hear" he laughed at himself

"So" you started talking at a volume way too loud for unprotected ears "im gonna hand you the ingredients i just need you to pour it into the bowl in front of you"

"Can do" he responded taking the first packet off you and tipping it upside down

"Great, that was really good" you praised "okay now the milk, be careful yeah" you grabbed his hand to carefully pass him the liquid, the constant contact with you made his face flush not use to this much physical touch "now the egg, can I help do you think that's allowed?" you questioned not wanting him to smash the egg everywhere

"not sure girl" alfie responded forgetting again you cant hear

"ill just guide your hand" you spoke taking his hand again and gently cracking the egg on the side of the bowl "were doing so good" you held your hand up to high five the man eventually noticing he cant see and moving his hand to hit yours "mixing time" without your guidence alfies hands plunged into the unmixed dough

"Ugh, that's a horrible feeling when you cant see it" he complained with a laugh

Eventually everything was mixed to your standards and you and Alfie had somehow managed to put the mixture into a tray and now you had to put it in the oven

"Okay move this way" you placed your hands on Alfie's waist trying to manoeuvre him around the kitchen "stop" he stopped moving in front of the oven and you lowered him till he placed it inside "done" you took your headphones off and he removed his blindfold

"That was easy" he high-fived you again "we've got this in the bag"

"I don't even know what the challenge was, fastest?" you questioned as it wasn't mentioned on the card

"We were rapid to be fair"

~

12:45 PM

The cupcakes had come out the oven perfectly, you jumped up and down in happiness

"AB please come to the diary room" the voice from above spoke and he swiftly moved to the room down the hallway whilst you moved to sit on the sofa

"The smell is making me hella hungry" you admitted to no one in particular hearing your stomach rumble

"AB how did you find the challenge?" the voice asked and AB sighed

"Gyal got a bit touchy, not that I minded she's an absolute rocket" he confessed holding his hands up jokingly

"Where do you think you've placed?"

"Easy number one" Alfie admitted "reader was great at directing i was great at listening for once, we had great teamwork"

~

1:20 PM

The two of you had to wait presumably for the other teams to finish their baking, you passed time by talking about your lives outside of social media

"What would you say is your favourite thing?" you asked looking at the man sat next to you lounging on the sofa "like ever"

"Uh" he thought about it for a minute "probably my house down in the woods, called the grotto, i love it" he smiled at you "white monster is very close second though"

"That makes sense" you told him truthfully "you seem like a wilderness guy"

"Got a gaff in London too, don't rate it as much though" he explained before asking his question "if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?"

"I like Australia, I've always wanted to go" you answer quickly "its always hot and has sunny beaches"

"That's not a bad shout" Alfie responded before he was cut off by the voice

"Players, the results have been decided" you and Alfie both perked up "in last place with 1 point is Arthur tv and Danny Aarons" you and Alfie looked at each other with hope "in first place with 3 points is AB and reader, AB and reader combined with readers successful challenge earlier you have 4 points total"

"Oh my gosh" you exclaimed moving off the sofa to jump in celebration

"Lets fucking go"

~

3:25 PM

"I'm so hungry" you told Alfie as you leaned on the kitchen counter

"Yeah when are they actually giving us food" he took a sip from his water bottle "it must be like illegal not to right"

"Surely" you agreed "had to hand in our winning cupcakes" you laughed

~

4:05 PM

"AB and reader please open your front door" the voice told you and you quickly moved racing Alfie to the door

Obviously he reached it first the handle almost flying off the door as he pulled the door open

"Food" you exclaimed happily as AB brought a variety of foods forwards "this will last us ages" it was just the basics, nothing fancy or particularly exciting, you were just super hungry

"Could be a worse selection i guess" he deadpanned the camera "don't know how i'll survive without a monster"

~

7:55 PM

Later you and AB had both made seperate meals but ate together at the kitchen island

"I'm excited for the rest of the challenges" you told him whilst blowing on your tomato soup looking at him a few feet away

"They're gonna throw in some twists, gotta keep it entertaining" Alfie responded

"Yeah I agree" you started "we should have a team name"

"You think?" Alfie questioned with a laugh watching you take small spoonful's of your soup

"We could make a team banner and everything" your eyes glistened with the possibilities whilst AB just laughed with you "im serious, this flat is so boring, we need decorations especially if were here for a full week"

"I get you, it is a bit bleak in here" he looked to the plain walls around you trying to imagine some nice prints or paintings

~

8:30 PM

"Voice" you greeted in the diary room trying to squeeze onto the small chair with Alfie

"Is that what were calling her, voice?" he asked with a giggle

"What else would you call her?" you retorted "anyways, we would like to request lots of paper, pens, paint and a banner"

"A whole trees worth pretty please" Alfie added staring into the camera "this is the only thing we will ask for"

"Ever" you promised with uncertainty holding your pinkie out to the screen

"Your request will arrive tomorrow" the familiar robotic voice answered making you light up in excitement as you looked up towards the speaker

"This is gonna be so good" you promised Alfie finally looking back at him and watching him mog the camera "trust me"

"I'm trusting" AB moved to fix his hair in the reflection of the camera lens

~

9:00 PM

"Who are the other teams again?" you asked Alfie, you two back in the living room again, you were trying to prolong going to bed as the thought of the two of you sharing made you super nervous

"Bach and Beano" he tried to recall from what the voice said earlier in the day "tv and Danny Aarons"

"I think Arthur and Danny are the biggest threat to us" you confessed "they're probably being super serious about the competition, well Arthur anyway"

The video flashed back to the previous challenge and the absolute carnage caused by the two youtubers, screaming, shouting and the mess they ended up having to clean

"I'm the only girl" you realised "so we have to win or the sidemen hate women" you smirked into the camera making Alfie laugh

Due to the late time you had both changed into your night clothes, you had your cute satin pyjamas whilst Alfie was just in a white tank top and grey joggers, a deadly combo

"FYI I can only sleep shirtless" he confessed when your conversation flattened out making you raise your eyebrows

"Right okay" you responded "fuck I forgot there is only one bed" you looked up at him

"I can sleep here" he patted the sofa making you instantly wince, it wasn't the comfiest thing ever, his back would be ruined in the morning

"That's actual cruelty, we can just stay on opposite sides of the bed" you told him, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain

~

9:45 PM

"Why the flip have you only got one bed" you looked into the camera "I hope every team is getting this treatment"

"Every team is getting the same treatment" the robotic voice confirmed for you

The video moved from you to AB in the diary room

"Nah, this is bout to be bare awkward, known reader for what 10-12 hours and shes gonna see me with my mouth tape, games gone"

"You sure you don't want me on the sofa?" Alfie asked for what seemed like the thousandth time not wanting to make you uncomfortable, his shirt was long discarded but you weren't complaining

"I'm 100% sure" you confirmed moving onto the large bed "its big enough for 3 people anyway and we can do the barrier method" you giggled at your own suggestion grabbing two spare pillows and placing it in between you two

"Cant even hit a doom scroll" AB spoke the sadness apparent in his voice as he laid next to you in the bed "way too early for sleep"

"We can play a game" you suggested sitting up to look at him over the pillow "I brought monopoly in my case"

"As long as I can be the dog" he sat up, his hair at the back flattening down due to the pillow

~

11:45 PM

You were struggling to keep your eyes open as you moved his piece around the edge of the board, you were almost 2 hours in and neither of you were close to winning or losing

"Ha you owe me 150" Alfie told you leaning back on his elbows on the wooden floor, accentuating his arm muscles in the best way which your eyes immediately drifted to

"Ugh" you groaned leaning over to pass him the monopoly paper, a yawn leaving your mouth

"You tired?" his voice softened as he asked the question

"A bit" you responded passing him the dice fighting off another yawn

"We can go bed if you want?" his accent came through a bit more making you laugh and nod

User1: justice for Beano and Bach

ABvloggin: that guy with the blindfold mogs everyone -> ArthurFrederick: thanks man

User2: reader is so cringe -> User3: faceless profile shut up

User4: can't wait for next sunday!

DannyAarons: never thought making cupcakes was so hard

User5: reader and AB are so wholesome

[xoxoluvcloud]

wowow x

[xoxoluvcloud]

Do you still write for tays and corey? X

i haven’t wrote anything for them yet but send some requests and i’ll try to do them !! xx

[xoxoluvcloud]

Literally copying Minnie’s socmed au comments bar for bar is a new low guys what is wrong with you

pls message me,im not quite sure what i’ve copied? i’m very new to this all and wont argue with someone who’s being anonymous please dm me so we can sort this out x

[xoxoluvcloud]

hi!

im not sure if it was my request that was deleted, but i requested a social media fic where reader appears in alfie’s snap stories and it could have like some where she reacts to his weird messages or some from last night when he was watching that film😭😭

did change it up,will do some more like this sorry it’s not your actual request but hope this is okay luv yas❤️

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yourusername life💋

alfiebuttle whos that sexy tart in slide 3

>yourusername ???

> alfiebuttle who’s that beautiful sexy women on slide 3**

>yourusername that’s what i thought❤️

livvydimartino girlfriend😍

> yourusername my baby💋

theburntchip bro acts tough but then his mrs shows up and he’s a big baby

>alfiebuttle shut up literally not true.

>theburntchip idk getting defensive there neph

>yourusername can confirm he is a big baby

italianbach looking gorgeous queen🧌

>yourusername thank you king🧚‍♂️

arthurtv who’s this diva

>yourusername 💋💋

fan6 gorgeous!

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fan4 alfie’s punching

>alfiebuttle do one twat

>yourusername alf be nice.

[honeytot]

Love bites

Summary - AB and his Mrs love biting each other.

Alfie Buttle x Reader (established relationship)

You’re sat on Alfie’s lap facing him, his hand is rubbing up and down your back as you rest your head on his shoulder. Alfies scrolling on TikTok as you lay on him, a common occurrence in your house.

You feel the sudden urge to bite him, so you do.

You sink your teeth into the prominent muscle on his shoulder, he tenses at the feeling as his hand comes up to tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Babe… that hurt…” He tells you, but he’s not mad. You can hear the smile in his tone.

“Sorry…” You sigh, pressing a soft kiss against the reddening skin.

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not…” You smile, burying your face back into his neck.

-

The Grotto is quiet as you lay on the bed and Alfie sits in the other room on his PC.

You’re wearing one of the many youngla T-shirts Alfie owns and some random grey joggers that you had claimed a long time ago.

When Alfie finally decides to take a break, he walks into the bedroom, greeted by the sight of you on the bed wearing his clothes. The shirt is lifted up a little so your skin peaks out a little.

“God, you’re gorgeous…” Alfie shakes his head, walking over to you and grabbing your hips, and pulling you towards him on the bed.

You laugh and he buries his face in your stomach, biting your soft skin.

You shriek and try to push him away, unable to hold back your belly laughs.

He chuckles at your laugh and kisses the bite mark a few times.

-

[xoxoluvcloud]

i know i keep promising i’ll write,and i actually was going to start but some family issues have happened and im currently trying to spend time with my mum,hopefully ill be back soon sorry and hope your all well xx

luv ya❤️

[buttlesangel]

what i think ab's mrs instagram would look like ۶ৎ

@y/nl/n

Liked by sabinablair, alfiebuttle and 3047 others

@y/nl/n yes we went to greece, can you tell? yes i'm dating sabina, can you tell? ft alfie looking super excited to be home in the last slide

@sabinablair Love this!!! girls holiday ft the dogs

@y/nl/n we walked them the entire time x @theburntchip bark

@alfiebuttle You look fit in the third slide

@y/nl/n okayyy so my face isnt in it and ur only staring at my tits, just say you hate me

@alfiebuttle cant a man appreciate the view girl chill out

@user28 yo familys bird

@user2 yo family multi verse extending whaaattt

@y/nl/n

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@y/nl/n yer birds on netflix

@alfiebuttle 7th slide is how i feel when you take your top off you little rocket

@y/nl/n thats the face of a man who got out second btw x

@chloeburrows ❤️

@user48 dropping game on anna whilst youve got a mrs like that at home? 🤣

@y/nl/n been saying the same thing x

@gkbarry_ might nick those loubitons off you if will doesnt get his arse in line x

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@alhan.fm leng

@alfiebuttle chill out bro not my mrs

[xoxoluvcloud]

also i’ve got a couple requests sooo i will get to work on them soon promise xx

lowkey been feeln a little bit low and lazy xox

[morgansmrs]

Pretty in pink 💕

[xoxoluvcloud]

crying wtf is he doing🤣🤣

[buttlesbaby]

we got mr giggleshits over here …

[xoxoluvcloud]

somebody sent me a request and i actually deleted it,if you sent me a request please send it again,sorry to whoever it was!!

[cryloma]

ALFIE BUTTLE X READER, neighbours au

five times you and alfie have had problems, wc: 4.8k ૮꒰ ｡. ｡꒱ྀིა -> chapter two

authors note: this goes after chapter one but before chapter two, it’s like mini blurbs, chapter two should be out soon, have a few more adjustments, ( amber is the blonde girl from c one ) x

if i put poppy instead of amber ignore it, poppy was her og name!

warnings: swearing ꒰ ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ ꒱ @peanubeebe

one ─ ꫂ᭪݁ creeps

the stairwell is quieter than the street outside.

the second the building door shuts behind you, the noise fades into something dull and distant, leaving only the sound of your footsteps against the stairs as you start making your way up.

your grip tightens slightly around your keys.

you tell yourself you're being stupid now. dramatic, maybe. the man hadn't actually done anything.

just walked behind you for too long, close enough that every turn you took felt deliberate after a while.

still, the feeling hasn't properly left your chest yet.

you keep your head down as you climb the stairs, shoulders a little tense beneath your coat, trying to shake it off before you get upstairs.

"you alright?"

the voice catches you slightly off guard.

you look up.

alfie's a few steps ahead of you, having apparently come in while you were too caught up in your own head to notice.

he's slowed slightly, glancing back over his shoulder at you now, brows faintly pulled together.

you nod quickly. "yeah.", he doesn't look convinced.

you keep walking anyway, your footsteps quieter now as you reach the next landing.

"just tired," you add after a second, like that explains the way you keep glancing toward the stairwell behind you.

his eyes flick down the stairs briefly, then back to you again.

"someone bothering you?"

you hesitate, "not really," you say. "there was just this guy outside earlier."

he stops walking properly then, waiting for you to reach the same step as him before continuing up beside you instead.

"what guy?"

you shrug lightly, trying to downplay it now that you're saying it out loud. "i don't know. he was just following a bit too close for a while."

his expression changes slightly at that, something sharpening for a second before settling again.

"and you're saying that like it's normal?"

you let out a small breath through your nose, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. "he's gone now."

"still."

you glance at him briefly.

he's looking at you properly now, not overly dramatic about it, just focused in a way that makes you suddenly aware of how tense you still are.

you look away again first. “i'm okay," you say quietly.

then he nods once, slower this time. "good."

but he doesn't move ahead again.

instead, he stays walking beside you the rest of the way up, matching your pace without making a thing of it.

neither of you say much after that, just the occasional sound of keys shifting in your hands or footsteps echoing softly off the walls.

it should feel awkward but it doesn't.

his door's first. then yours.

you slow as you pull your keys out, and he lingers by his own door for a second instead of immediately going inside.

"you sure you're alright?" he asks again, quieter this time.

you glance up at him.

there's something gentle in the question now. not pushing, not expecting anything, just checking.

and for the first time since you walked into the building, the tight feeling in your chest eases slightly.

"yeah," you say, softer now. "i am."

he studies your face for half a second like he's making sure, then nods once.

two ─ ꫂ᭪݁ shopping failure

you regret not making two trips almost immediately.

the bags dig painfully into your fingers as you climb the stairs, plastic stretching tight where you're gripping them, every step making your arms ache a little more.

you'd convinced yourself it would be quicker this way, easier.

it isn't.

one of the bags slips slightly against your wrist and you stop halfway up the stairs with a quiet breath, adjusting everything awkwardly without putting anything down.

the corner of a cereal box pokes into your side from one of the tote bags hanging off your shoulder, and you're pretty sure one of the plastic bags is seconds away from splitting.

"for fucks sake," you mutter under your breath, mostly to yourself.

by the time you reach your floor, your hands are throbbing.

you somehow manage to get your keys out, balancing one bag against your hip while trying to unlock the door without dropping.

anything, but your fingers are stiff now, awkward from the weight.

the key slips once. then again.

you let out a frustrated breath, shifting the bags higher up your arms. and then one nearly falls.

"here"

you jump slightly at the voice.

alfie's standing a few feet away outside his door, having apparently just come out without you noticing.

his eyes flick down over the ridiculous amount of shopping hanging off you before he shakes his head a little, like he's trying not to laugh.

"why are you carrying all that at once?"

"because i thought i could," you mumble, already sounding defeated.

the corner of his mouth lifts slightly at that before he steps forward. "give me those."

"no, it's fine, really", you politely decline

he's already taking two of the heavier bags from your hands before you finish the sentence.

the relief is immediate.

you flex your fingers slightly once the weight's gone, wincing without meaning to.

"your hands are literally red," he points out.

you glance away slightly, embarrassed now that he's witnessed the struggle. "i almost had it."

"sure, girl.", he smirks to himself

you let out a small breath that almost turns into a laugh despite yourself.

he reaches past you then, taking the keys gently from your hand before you can protest again, unlocking the door easily now that someone isn't trying to do it one-handed while carrying half a supermarket.

"thank you," you murmur.

you step inside first, and he follows behind with the bags still hanging easily from his hands like they weigh nothing.

and annoyingly.

his arms flex slightly every time he adjusts his grip.

you notice it immediately.

the sleeves of his top sit just high enough on his arms that it's impossible not to, especially when he lifts one of the heavier bags onto the kitchen counter without effort.

you look away quickly before you stare too long.

"where do you want this stuff?" he asks, glancing around.

"it’s fine there."

he nods, setting the bags down carefully before straightening again.

and then he stops.

his eyes move around the flat slowly, taking it in properly for what's probably the first time.

the lamps instead of the overhead lights. the blanket thrown over the sofa. half-burnt candles near the window.

mugs sitting in mismatched pairs beside the sink. the soft music playing quietly somewhere upstairs.

everything about it feels warm.

it smells faintly like vanilla and coffee and something sweet from the bakery.

"this is nice," he says after a second, quieter than before.

you glance up at him. "what is?"

"your flat."

something about the way he says it makes warmth creep faintly into your face.

you shrug lightly instead, setting another bag down by the counter. "it's a mess."

he's still looking around slightly, like he's noticing little details without meaning to. and suddenly you're hyperaware of all of it too.

the cushions lottie insisted on buying, your heels lazily tossed on the floor. the flour still dusted faintly across part of the counter from this morning.

"sorry," you mumble automatically. "i haven't really sorted everything yet."

he looks back at you immediately. "why are you apologising?"

you shrug slightly. "i don't know."

the corner of his mouth lifts again.

three ─ ꫂ᭪݁ shower problems

you know something's wrong the second the water turns cold again.

not slightly cold. dead freezing.

you gasp quietly under your breath, immediately twisting the tap harder like that's somehow going to fix it, but it doesn't.

the water stays painfully icy against your hand, the pipes making that awful rattling sound that usually means nothing good.

"you've got to be joking," you mutter.

you stand there for another minute trying to convince yourself it'll warm back up.

it doesn't.

you try the sink after that. same thing.

then the kitchen tap.

still freezing.

you stare at it for a second, exhausted already, your shoulders dropping slowly.

of course this would happen tonight.

you'd had a long day, your hair still smells faintly like the bakery, and all you want is a proper shower and to go to bed without thinking too hard about anything.

instead, you're standing in the middle of your bathroom in pyjama shorts and a loose tank, trying not to lose your patience with a boiler.

you glance at the time on your phone.

it’s too late to call anyone but too cold to ignore it.

and unfortunately there's only one person next door.

you hesitate for a full minute before even leaving your flat.

then another before knocking on his door.

you already regret this.

there's movement inside almost immediately, footsteps approaching, and then the door opens.

alfie looks slightly surprised to see you standing there, though it softens quickly into something more familiar. his hair's a little messy, like he's been lying down already, grey hoodie pulled over his head.

"you alright?"

you immediately feel awkward.

"uh." you glance away for a second, already embarrassed. "this is really annoying, sorry."

his expression shifts into concern almost instantly. "what happened?"

"my hot water's stopped working," you say quickly, like if you say it fast enough it'll feel less embarrassing. "and i've tried everything but it's freezing and i just-"

you stop yourself, pressing your lips together briefly.

"sorry," you say again.

he blinks once, then lets out a quiet breath through his nose, almost amused.

"that's what you're apologising for?"

you shrug slightly. "it's just inconvenient."

"for you," he points out.

you look down for a second. "yeah, well."

there's a brief pause before he steps back from the doorway slightly. "do you need to use mine?"

your eyes lift back up immediately. "no, it's fine, i'll sort something out.

"you literally just came over here because you can't."

you let out a tiny breath at that, embarrassed now that he's saying it out loud.

he leans lightly against the doorframe, softer this time. "it's alright. seriously."

you hesitate.

"you sure?"

"yeah." he nods once. "course, girl"

there's still a tiny pause where you look like you might refuse out of politeness anyway.

then he adds, "i promise i don't mind.", and somehow that's what gets you.

"okay," you mumble.

his expression softens slightly like he knew you'd eventually give in.

"give me two seconds," he says, disappearing briefly back into the flat.

you stand awkwardly outside while you hear movement inside, drawers opening, something being moved around. then he reappears, holding the bathroom door open slightly.

"you can use that one."

"thank you," you say immediately. "seriously, i'm really sorry."

he looks at you for a second. "you say sorry a lot."

your face warms slightly. "i know.", you immediately think of all the times you got scolded for over apologising, bad habit.

the corner of his mouth lifts faintly before he steps aside fully to let you in.

his flat smells clean. it's quieter than usual too, softer somehow without other people there.

you try not to think about that too much.

"there should be shampoo and stuff in there," he says as you hover awkwardly near the bathroom door. "unless you've got your own."

"i brought mine," you say quickly, holding up the small bag you grabbed in a panic before leaving.

he nods. "right."

there's another tiny awkward pause.

"thanks again," you say.

"stop apologising," he replies automatically, though there's no edge to it.

you give him a small, sheepish smile before disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

the second the hot water hits your skin, you nearly cry from relief.

"oh my god," you whisper to yourself.

it's almost embarrassing how good it feels.

you stay under it longer than you mean to, letting the warmth loosen the ache in your shoulders, steam filling the room slowly until the mirror fogs over completely.

for the first time all day, your mind goes quiet.

you wash your hair quickly after that, trying not to take too long even though the heat makes you want to stay there forever.

eventually, reluctantly, you turn the water off. you reach for your towel and freeze.

nothing's there.

you stare at the empty hook for a full second like one might magically appear if you wait long enough.

then the realisation hits. no fucking way.

you left it in your flat.

you close your eyes briefly in immediate humiliation. "you are actually joking."

for a moment, you consider every possible alternative. none of them are good.

eventually, after far too much internal suffering, you crack the bathroom door open just slightly.

"alfie?" you call quietly.

there's movement almost immediately from somewhere in the flat. "yeah?"

your face burns instantly. "i forgot my towel."

there's a pause. then a small hum comes from him.

you lean your forehead briefly against the doorframe. "i know."

you hear him stand up. "i can grab one."

"i'm so sorry."

he laughs quietly at that, not mocking, just genuinely amused now. "it's alright."

you hear cupboards opening somewhere outside, then footsteps approaching again.

"i'm gonna hand it through," he says from outside the door. "and before you say sorry again, don't."

despite yourself, you smile slightly.

you open the door only enough to reach your arm out.

he's very clearly looking the opposite direction. like aggressively looking away.

his arm stretches out blindly with the towel in hand while his eyes stay fixed somewhere toward the kitchen ceiling.

a tiny laugh escapes you before you can stop it.

you take the towel quickly, your fingers brushing his for half a second.

he immediately retracts his hand like he's trying very hard to be respectful about the whole thing.

"thank you," you say, quieter this time.

then, still not looking at you, "you alright in there?"

something about the question catches you slightly off guard.

"yeah," you say softly after a second. "i am now."

his expression shifts slightly at that, though you only catch it briefly before shutting the door again.

and as you lean back against it for a second, towel clutched against your chest, you realise your heart's beating a little too fast for someone who just needed a shower.

four ─ ꫂ᭪݁ locksmith

the rain starts sometime in the afternoon.

not heavy, just constant enough that the windows blur slightly, soft tapping filling the flat while you sit curled into the corner of the sofa with your legs tucked beneath you.

the lamps are on even though it's barely evening yet, warm light settling across the room while some random programme plays quietly in the background.

lottie's beside you, half paying attention to the tv and half scrolling on her phone.

"that girl absolutely did that on purpose," she mutters suddenly.

you glance over. "what girl?"

she tilts the screen toward you briefly. "this one. there's no way she accidentally leaked her own private story."

you stare at the video for about two seconds before looking away again. "i don't understand influencers."

"neither do i," she says. "and i'm gay. i should."

you snort quietly at that, reaching for your mug from the coffee table.

there's a knock at the door, you assume it's a delivery.

you stand up slowly, setting your mug down. "if it's another parcel for next door i'm keeping it."

lottie hums absently. "good."

you pull the door open and stop.

alfie's standing there, one hand shoved into the pocket of his hoodie, hair damp from the rain.

he looks mildly annoyed, though it softens slightly when he sees you.

"hi," he says.

"hello?", you say cautiously

he lifts a set of keys slightly. or what should be a set of keys.

instead it's just one key hooked onto a broken ring.

"that looks bad," you say.

"locked myself out," he replies.

you blink sympathetically. "oh."

"yeah."

there's a brief pause while rain taps quietly against the stairwell window behind him.

"locksmith's coming," he adds after a second. "eventually."

you glance down the hallway automatically. "how long?"

"said forty minutes." he looks unconvinced. "which probably means two hours."

you let out a small breath through your nose at that.

lottie appears behind you then, immediately clocking the situation. "you're locked out?"

he nods once.

"well," she says lightly, "at least you're self-aware."

he laughs quietly at that.

there's a tiny pause before you speak again. "you can wait in here if you want."

his eyes flick back to yours immediately. "you sure?"

"yeah," you shrug slightly. "you'll freeze out there."

he hesitates for about half a second before nodding once. "alright. thanks."

you step aside to let him in.

he smells faintly like rain when he passes you.

lottie gives you a look the second his back's turned.

you ignore it immediately.

alfie hovers awkwardly near the kitchen for a second like he's trying not to intrude, his attention drifting around the flat in that same way it always does when he's here.

"you can sit down," you tell him.

"right." he rubs the back of his neck briefly. "sorry, i feel like i'm invading."

"you are," lottie says. you stare at her. she grins. "joking."

he laughs again, quieter this time, before finally sitting down on the armchair opposite the sofa.

conversation slips around naturally, moving from random complaints about work to whatever awful programme lottie had been watching before he knocked.

alfie's more relaxed than usual, hoodie sleeves pushed up his forearms, sitting back properly now instead of looking ready to leave at any second.

you notice he laughs with his whole face.

it's distracting.

you laugh softly into your mug at that, and alfie looks over instinctively when he hears it.

notices you laughing and smiles slightly too.

after a while, lottie stands up suddenly. "i'm gonna go sort my hair out before it dries weird."

you glance up. "your hair looks fine."

alfie snorts quietly.

"if you two fall in love while i'm gone, keep the volume down."

"charlotte," you say immediately. she disappears upstairs before you can continue.

the flat goes quieter after that.

alfie leans back slightly in the chair, glancing upstairs briefly before looking back at you. "she's terrifying."

"she likes you."

"that's her liking me?"

"yeah."

he lets out a quiet laugh. "right."

you smile faintly into your mug.

rain taps steadily against the windows while the tv hums quietly in the background, neither of you really paying attention to it anymore.

there's a small pause.

then, "you and her have known each other long?" he asks.

"since school."

he nods slowly. "makes sense."

you look down briefly, tracing your thumb absently against the side of the mug. "she's basically family."

his expression softens slightly at that.

"that's nice."

you glance back up at him. "what about you?"

"what about me?"

"you got people like that?"

he pauses for a second, like he wasn't expecting the question.

then shrugs lightly. "couple friends, i guess."

"the fellas?"

he looked utterly surprised at that, “you know about that?”, he says sheepishly

you smile slightly. "i did my research ."

you realise slowly that talking to him has stopped feeling nerve-wracking somewhere along the way. you don't think about every sentence as much anymore. the silence between things doesn't feel heavy.

he looks more relaxed too. more himself.

his head tilts slightly as he looks at you. "you're quieter than usual today."

your brows lift faintly. "am i?"

"bit."

you shrug lightly. "just tired."

he studies your face for a second like he's trying to decide whether he believes that answer.

then his phone buzzes on the arm of the chair. he glances down immediately, and the moment shifts slightly.

"locksmith," he says after reading it. "he's outside."

you nod once. "oh."

there's the tiniest pause after that.

like neither of you expected to feel disappointed by it.

he stands up slowly, grabbing the broken keys from the coffee table. "thanks for letting me stay here."

"it's okay, really."

he lingers for half a second longer than necessary.

something unreadable passes briefly across his expression before he nods once, almost to himself.

upstairs, you hear lottie moving around again.

alfie glances toward the ceiling briefly, then back at you with the faintest smile. "tell your mate i said thanks”

he heads toward the door after that, pulling it open before pausing briefly.

"see you."

then he's gone. the door closes quietly behind him. and somehow, the flat feels noticeably emptier almost immediately.

five ─ ꫂ᭪݁ power outage

you're halfway through folding laundry when the lights flicker.

ounce.

twice.

you pause, one of your jumpers half-folded in your hands, glancing up toward the ceiling briefly before going back to what you were doing.

the weather's awful outside. rain against the windows, wind loud enough to hear every now and then through the walls.

lottie had left about an hour ago for her date, disappearing downstairs in a coat she claimed looked "casual" despite spending forty minutes choosing it.

which leaves the flat unusually quiet. you don't really mind it.

there's music playing softly from your phone on the kitchen counter, the lamps casting warm light across the room while you move slowly between the sofa and the laundry basket.

and then there's a knock at the door.

you frown slightly, setting the clothes down.

for a second you think maybe lottie forgot something.

but when you pull the door open

it's alfie and amber.

your stomach sinks before you can stop it.

alfie looks mildly exasperated already, one hand pushed back through his hair while amber stands beside him with her arms folded tightly across herself like the hallway personally offended her.

"sorry our power's gone.", alfie says quickly.

right on cue, the lights in the hallway flicker out for half a second.

amber lets out a dramatic sigh. "this building is a fucking joke."

you blink once.

“think it's just my flat," alfie continues before she can say anything else. "the landlord said someone's coming out but it could take a while."

"and i am not sitting in the dark,", amber adds immediately.

there's a brief pause.

then alfie glances at you again, slightly awkward now. "could we maybe stay here for a bit?"

"oh." you shift slightly, immediately stepping aside. "yeah, of course.”

"thank you," he says, genuine relief crossing his face.

amber walks in first without another word, her eyes moving around the flat immediately.

"god," she mutters under her breath. "it smells like cinnamon in here."

you're not entirely sure if it's meant to be an insult.

alfie closes the door behind them, already looking faintly apologetic. "ignore her."

"i heard that,", amber says, dropping herself dramatically onto the sofa.

you quietly move the pile of folded clothes out of the way before she crushes them completely.

"thanks," she says absently, though she doesn't really look at you when she says it.

alfie notices.

you can tell he does by the slight tightening in his jaw before he looks back at you instead.

"sorry," he says again.

"it's okay."

and you mean it.

mostly.

he stays standing awkwardly near the kitchen for a second while amber immediately grabs the tv remote like she owns the place.

"why are your lamps so dim?" she asks.

you glance over. "they're just lamps."

"it feels like a yoga studio in here."

"ambs," alfie says tiredly.

she shrugs. "what? it does."

you busy yourself with gathering the last of the laundry just so you have something to do with your hands.

alfie notices that too.

"you were doing something," he says. "we can leave if -"

"no," you cut in quickly. "it's fine."

he studies your face briefly like he's checking whether you actually mean that.

then eventually sits down on the armchair instead of beside amber on the sofa.

you notice that immediately. apparently amber does too.

"alfie," she whines slightly, patting the space beside her. "come here.", alfie groans, "i'm fine here."

she sighs loudly like he's deeply inconvenienced her. "you're so annoying."

he ignores that entirely, looking over at you instead. "where's lottie?"

"date."

his brows lift faintly. "serious one?"

you shrug. "apparently."

instantly, his attention settles fully on you. it's subtle. but obvious enough.

conversation starts naturally after that.

small things at first. work, the weather, how terrible the building maintenance is. easy conversation. familiar now.

you sit on the opposite end of the sofa eventually, knees tucked slightly beneath you while alfie leans back in his chair.

he looks relaxed here. more relaxed than he does in his own flat sometimes.

"chip nearly set a microwave on fire once," he says at one point.

you blink. "how?"

"metal spoon."

"you're lying."

"wish i was."

"he's such an idiot,", amber mutters from the sofa without looking up from her phone.

there's something dismissive in the way she says it that makes the room feel slightly colder. alfie doesn't react much to it this time. just looks back at you instead as you smile faintly.

"i'm serious," he says. "whole kitchen smelled burnt for a week."

you laugh again softly.

and for a second, it feels easy. like before.

like the weird tension never started.

until

"alfie.", amber’s voice cuts through the moment immediately.

he glances over. "what?"

"i'm bored."

"okay?". she sighs dramatically, sitting up straighter now. "can we go do something?"

"my flat literally has no electricity."

"then let's go somewhere else.", he rubs his hand briefly over his face. "it's raining."

"so?"

"so i don't want to.", she huffs loudly, dropping back against the cushions again.

you suddenly feel awkward sitting there. like you're accidentally watching something you shouldn't be.

alfie seems to notice the shift immediately because his attention flicks back to you quickly, expression softening slightly.

"sorry," he mutters quietly.

"you apologise a lot too, actually," you reply before thinking.

his mouth twitches slightly.

"guess it's contagious."

amber looks up again then, eyes narrowing slightly between the two of you.

"are you flirting right now?"

the room goes still for about half a second. your face warms instantly. "what? no."

alfie lets out a quiet breath through his nose, sounding exhausted already. "amber."

"well, you're looking at her weird."

"i'm literally talking to her."

"exactly."

you suddenly become very interested in the sleeve of your hoodie.

alfie shifts forward slightly in the chair, jaw tightening faintly now. "can you not do this?"

"do what?"

"this."

she rolls her eyes dramatically. "oh my god, relax."

silence settles awkwardly after that.

you can feel the warmth drain out of the room slightly.

alfie leans back again slower this time, though his expression's changed now. more closed off. irritated.

amber notices too.

and instead of stopping, she gets clingier.

she gets up from the sofa entirely and moves over toward him, practically dropping herself against the side of his chair.

"babe," she says, dragging the word out slightly. "you're being moody."

he visibly winces at the nickname.

"don't call me that."

"why?"

"because i don't like it."

you look away immediately.

amber just laughs lightly like he's joking, resting her head briefly against his shoulder.

your stomach twists slightly.

and suddenly you feel stupid for ever thinking any of this meant something different.

alfie looks uncomfortable now.

properly uncomfortable.

his eyes flick toward you briefly, almost instinctively, and whatever expression crosses your face must say more than you mean it to because he immediately sits forward slightly, gently moving amber off him.

"alright," he says suddenly. "we should probably go check if the power's back.", he lies.

amber groans loudly. "finally."

he stands up quickly after that. too quickly.

you stand too, more out of politeness than anything.

"you don't have to leave if it's still out," you say quietly.

his eyes meet yours immediately at that.

and for a second he looks like he wants to stay.

then amber’s already grabbing his arm again.

"come on," she says impatiently. something closes off slightly in his expression after that. “yeah," he says quietly.

he heads toward the door while amber walks ahead first, already complaining again about the weather.

you stay where you are.

arms folded loosely across yourself now.

alfie pauses at the door before opening it, glancing back at you one last time.

"thanks for letting us stay."

"it's okay."

the door closes behind them softly.

and the silence afterwards feels far too big for the flat.

you stand there for a second longer than necessary, staring vaguely at the floor.

everything looks exactly the same.

but somehow it feels different now.

worse.

you sink slowly back onto the sofa, pulling your knees up slightly without really thinking.

and for the first time, the thought settles properly into your chest.

maybe you got this wrong.

[xoxoluvcloud]

lazy movie day~ alfie buttle

(i like this one..hope you do to queens👀 it’s kinda the same as the other one need ideas so pls send some luv yas❤️)

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The plan had been simple.

Movie day. Snacks. Do nothing.

You’d actually set it up properly for once—blankets thrown over the sofa, cushions everywhere, snacks lined up across the table like you were about to take it seriously.

It lasted about ten minutes.

You were curled into Alfie’s side, legs draped over his, your head resting against his shoulder while the film played in the background.

You grabbed a crisp, glancing lazily at the screen. “…what’s even happening.”

“No idea,” he said.

“You picked this.”

“Yeah.”

You smiled faintly, tilting your head up to look at him. “Good choice then.”

His hand was already moving along your side under your top—slow, familiar, like it was second nature now.

Your fingers traced lightly along his jaw, just watching him for a second.

He caught it. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said softly. “Just looking.”

That was all it took.

His hand shifted, pulling you closer as he turned toward you properly.

The kiss came easy.

Slow at first.

Then lingering.

Your hand slid into his hair, fingers curling slightly as you pulled him closer, and he followed instantly—one hand tightening at your waist, the other dropping down, settling on your bum like it belonged there.

You smiled softly against his lips.

“Film’s on,” you murmured.

“Mm,” he hummed, not even pausing.

You shifted without thinking until you were half on top of him.

One of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you there, while his other hand squeezed your bum again—absentminded, like it was instinct.

You let out a quiet laugh. “You’re so—”

He cut you off, kissing you again.

Slower this time.

Deeper.

Dragging it out like neither of you had anywhere else to be.

Your hands slid down his arms, then back up again, holding onto him just as much as he held onto you.

When he pulled back, his lips didn’t go far—just drifting along your jaw instead.

You tilted your head slightly, already expecting it.

His hand came up to your neck, fingers resting there, thumb just under your jaw, guiding you gently.

You melted into it instantly.

“Alfie…” you breathed softly.

His lips pressed just under your jaw, then down to your neck—slower now, more deliberate.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your other hand resting against his shoulder

Lingering longer this time.

His other hand squeezed your bum again, a little firmer.

You smiled faintly. “You really like that, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

At some point, you both tried to sit normally again.

You ended up tucked into his side, reaching for snacks, your shoulder pressed into him while the film carried on.

It lasted seconds.

Before his hand slipped back under your top.

Before you looked at him again.

Before he leaned down.

“Hopeless,” you whispered, smiling.

“Yeah.”

The kiss came softer this time.

Slower.

Your hand rested against his chest… then slid down his arm, fingers trailing lightly until they reached his hand.

You didn’t let go.

Instead, you started playing with his fingers absentmindedly—turning his hand slightly in yours, tracing over his knuckles like you weren’t even thinking about it.

He watched you, a small smile forming. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said quietly.

But you kept going.

Your thumb brushed over his fingers again… then you brought his hand a little closer, your eyes flicking up to his for just a second—just enough to show you were thinking about it now.

Then your lips pressed softly to the tip of his finger.

Slow.

Lingering.

Longer than before.

His expression shifted straight away.

“…you’re doing that on purpose,” he said, voice lower now.

You didn’t answer.

Just let your lips brush against his finger again—softer this time, slower—barely pulling away before letting the moment stretch again.

Your eyes stayed on his.

Watching him.

Teasing.

You held his hand steady, not letting him pull away even if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

If anything, his fingers flexed slightly in yours.

“…you’re actually unreal,” he muttered.

You smiled faintly against his finger, letting the moment last just a little longer… before finally pulling back slowly, your thumb brushing lightly over where your lips had been.

“Maybe,” you murmured.

That was it.

His hand was back on your waist instantly.

Pulling you into him properly as he kissed you again—this time less patient, like you’d just tipped something over.

You laughed softly into it, your arms wrapping around him as he pulled you closer, his other hand already dropping back down, squeezing your bum like it grounded him there.

“You started that,” he murmured against your lips.

“Didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I’m not.”

Then he kissed you again.

You ended up straddling him again without even noticing when it happened.

The blanket had slipped, the film still playing, the snacks completely forgotten.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you leaned down, kissing him slower again—like you were dragging it out on purpose.

He followed easily, one hand sliding up your back, the other still low, squeezing occasionally like he couldn’t help it.

You smiled faintly against his lips. “…you’re not letting that go, are you.”

“No,” he said quietly. “Not after that.”

You laughed softly—but it faded into a breath when his lips drifted from yours again, down along your jaw.

Your head tilted automatically.

His hand came back to your neck, steady, fingers resting there, guiding you gently.

You leaned into it straight away.

“Alfie…” you murmured, softer now.

He didn’t answer.

Just kissed along your jaw, slower this time—more deliberate, taking his time.

Your fingers tightened slightly in his hair, your other hand resting against his shoulder.

“Stay there,” you whispered.

He did.

His lips pressing just under your jaw, then down to your neck again—lingering longer now, enough that your breathing shifted.

His hand stayed at your neck, not tight—just grounding.

The other still where it had been most of the day.

You smiled faintly, breath catching slightly. “You’re actually obsessed.”

“Yeah,” he murmured against your skin.

You didn’t move away.

If anything, you leaned into him more, your fingers sliding into his hair again, keeping him there.

He kissed the same spot again, then just beside it—softer this time.

Your head tilted further, giving him more space without even thinking.

The film kept playing.

Unnoticed.

Everything else fading out.

“Alfie…” you moaned quietly.

He hummed softly against your skin, not pulling away.

Your hand guided him slightly, and he followed easily, lifting his head just enough to look at you.

Your eyes met.

Close.

Soft.

But still full of everything that had built up.

You smiled faintly. “…hi.”

He huffed a quiet breath. “Hi.”

Then you leaned down first this time.

Kissing him again.

Slower.

Warmer.

Like you were matching him now.

His hands tightened slightly—one at your waist, one still low—pulling you closer as he kissed you back just as deeply.

Eventually, you both slowed.

Not stopping.

Just easing into something softer again.

You rested against him, still close, your forehead brushing his.

His hand stayed at your waist, the other now resting more still against your side.

Your fingers traced lightly along his jaw.

Quiet.

Comfortable.

“…movie day went well,” you murmured.

He smiled faintly. “Yeah.”

You leaned down, pressing one last soft kiss to his lips.

“Better than the film.”

“Way better.”

[buttlesbunnie]

SO FUCKING PROUD ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary: alfie scores during the sidemen charity match, leaving you an emotional wreck

content: dad!ab , swearing , sexual jokes , blue text is stephen’s commentary , green is spencer’s

notes: never usually do a moodboard at the beginning anymore but i just needed to utilise that picture of him blowing a kiss xx

YOU WERE NOT expecting such sweltering heat considering how the early days of April were already going, and as much as you loved the black leather, racing-style jacket you were wearing with your boyfriend's last name proudly printed on the back, you had to take it off.

Your jeans and white spaghetti strap tank top were perfectly fine to wear alone.

You were sat with Yasmin and Liv, waiting for your boyfriends to appear on the pitch, and although they were on the other team to yours, you were all still there to support each other and cheer everyone on.

After all, it was a charity match, the outcome didn’t really matter. Though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for some sort of success on Alfie’s behalf.

When the teams walked on, the atmosphere became electric as screams and shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

Arabella, forever a daddy’s girl, was on Alfie’s hip as he walked out, trying to communicate with Olive, who was perched in Ethan’s arms. Though there was a year and a half age gap between the two and they didn’t see each other as much as you’re sure they would’ve liked, they got on like two peas in a pod, always running around with each other and sharing food.

“And there is AB with his mini AB, come to steal the spotlight as she shouts across to Olive, who looks equally as desperate to get out of her dad’s arms.”

“They should let the girls join their teams. Substitute for their dads.”

Arabella had her head resting on Alfie’s collarbone as he stood in the line up.

You clapped until your hands stung, waving at him as he stood on the pitch. His eyes found you and he waved a hand in greeting, before shifting Arabella and lifting her arm for her, making her wave to you as well.

When they walked around to the other team to greet them and wish them luck, almost all of Youtube Allstars greeted Arabella with grins and waves, especially George and Bach. When she came face to face with Olive again, the two girls tried hanging onto each other, hands clasped together tightly and refusing to let go until Alfie pulled Bella off.

Because he wasn’t playing immediately, he was able to drop her off back to you from where you and the girls were sat above the walkout tunnel. She settled in her arms with a little whine as you pecked him on the lips.

“Good luck.” You hummed, pulling away.

“Love you.” He gave you one last kiss before backing off.

“Love you too.”

He jogged back down to the pitch, waving to fans as he went.

“Daddy.” Arabella whined, watching him go with a pout.

“It’s okay, you can see him soon! When he scores you can give him a big hug and a kiss, yeah?”

She nodded, arms coming up and around your neck.

You were quick to find her ear defenders from the little carry on bag you’d bought for her and slid them over her head. Now you were free to scream for your boyfriend as loud as you wanted.

She was perched on your lap, unhappy with the defenders covering her ears and trying to knock them off, but once Yasmin began tickling under her chin and Liv played peekaboo with her to get her to settle better without her dad being around, she was giggling and distracted.

You were nothing short of elated when Jack put Alfie into the match. You knew he was rapid and eager to please, but you just hoped he wouldn’t injure himself or wear himself out too much. The last thing you needed was for him to vomit later.

“Look, there’s daddy!” You cooed to Arabella, pointing as Alfie jogged about on the field, staying alert and light on his feet.

“Daddy.” She grinned, clapping.

“It is!” You laughed, kissing her cheek as she waved at him, thinking he could see her.

Observing Alfie get slide tackled by Danny Aarons was not on your Sidemen Charity Match bingo card, and you were not expecting to get as frustrated and passionate as you did.

“Fuck off, Danny!” You shouted, cupping your mouth, “Ref, have a fucking word!”

Liv burst into reverberating cackles, slumping back in her seat and shaking her head at your unabashed heckling.

Like you knew how the game worked.

You cringed at Alfie’s awful miss of a goal, lowering your phone and stopping the recording instantly. You loved him more than anything, but that was truly dreadful. Even he knew how bad it was as he dropped his head to his hands and laughed it off.

“Gosh, even his girlfriend is humiliated for him. Reader, run while you still can!”

Throughout the rest of the game, Alfie was subbed on and off, and Arabella went through phases of walking and down the floor, to sitting in your lap and talking to you.

At half time, you enthusiastically sang along to Tinie Tempah with the girls whilst feeding your daughter little chunks of fruit.

“Bella!” Liv gasped out as she peeled open a pot of yogurt for her.

Yasmin was busy fanning the back of Arabella’s neck, helping to keep the two year old as cool as possible to prohibit any whining and/or crying.

“No.” She shook her head, turning away from the spoonful of yogurt.

“No? Why no?” Liv pouted.

“Not yummy.”

“Oh, well that makes me really sad.” She sagged dramatically, trying to convince the toddler to eat.

“That just means more for mummy.” You shrugged, leaning towards Liv with an open mouth as she fed you yogurt instead.

“No mummy!” Arabella huffed, hitting your arm softly, “My gogurt!”

“Gogurt.” Yasmin repeated the way the two year old messed up with a scrunched up face and a laugh. “She’s too cute.”

“Oh, now you want it.” You tutted as she nodded.

Liv gathered more yogurt onto the spoon, feeding Arabella.

Your daughter hummed and gave you a smile, eyes scrunched shut and cheeks chubby as ever.

“Good?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

Whilst you were still waiting for some time to pass by, you and the girls took a picture for your instagram story, and you captioned it ‘sat amongst the rivals, they’re just funnier. sorry babe x’ before tagging Yas, Liv and Alfie.

You knew he’d see it since he was sitting in the changing rooms doing nothing.

You expected a funny reply, but he was obviously way too exhausted from running back and forth to even think up a clever response, so he just replied to it with a simple heart eye emoji.

The second half of the game commenced with Alfie on the sidelines again, tiny little vlog camera in his hands.

You prayed for him the moment he got back onto the pitch. This was his moment now. With twenty five minutes left on the clock, you were tense. He needed a serious redemption after the mess in his first half.

When you said redemption, you meant a few good passes or tackles, you didn’t mean an actual goal.

You weren’t expecting it at all considering how far away he was from the goal, but when he tested his luck and kicked the ball with a ferocious amount of power, your bum left the seat slightly, and when it swooshed into the back of the net, you were on your feet immediately, screaming louder than anyone else with your hands in the air, clapping wildly.

Something that didn’t shock you, were the immediate tears burning in your eyes.

You were so fucking proud of him.

This was a massive moment for him; scoring such an amazing goal like that isn’t something to be brushed aside or treated casually.

You were fully sobbing at this point as he stood for a celebratory pose in front of the camera. Your chest was wracking as Liv and Yasmin hugged you while you all jumped up and down in enjoyment, Arabella stood on the chairs behind you.

You scooped her up, pointing to where Alfie was jogging around, pumping his fist.

“Daddy scored, baby! Can you believe it?”

“Yay, daddy.” Arabella giggled.

He rounded the pitch until he got to the area directly in front of where you were standing. Though he was a good few metres away, the both of you waved enthusiastically.

He blew a dozen kisses at you, and you could barely make out his exclamation of love.

“I love you too!” You shouted back.

“His lovely girlfriend and daughter, so happy for him.”

“Yes, I think she might be crying for him, but it’s an emotional moment. You cannot blame her. Just 22 with a long-term girlfriend, a baby, and a Wembley Goal. What else could a man ask for?”

“For him? A trip to Turkey maybe. Sort out those nashers.”

You didn’t care for the rest of the match anymore. The outcome didn’t matter, because your boyfriend had done the most outstanding thing you could’ve expected him to do. Whether his team won or not really didn’t matter anymore.

Your heart was swelling in your chest, and though you were sure it should’ve been a health hazard the way it was pounding under your ribcage, you couldn’t care less.

You quite literally couldn’t put into words how outstandingly proud you felt of him. There weren’t enough words in the English dictionary to even begin to explain it, and even if there were, they would be insurmountable.

When Bach scored his second goal of the day, you all cheered with Liv as she filmed it for her own vlog.

“I can’t believe it!” She exclaimed, “Two goals— Wow, I’m so proud of him!”

Arabella began getting very bored of the game as it neared the end. The penalties were everything but suspenseful, because it was blatantly obvious who was going to win after the first two shots were taken.

Though Sidemen FC ended up losing, your joy never faltered, and your cheeks were aching from beaming nonstop since the 71 minute mark.

He must’ve been boiling to the point of nearing on passing out as all the boys did a lap of the stadium, but he, Will and Tobi had removed their shirts, walking around shirtless. You stuck your fingers into your mouth and whistled loudly.

“Behave!” Yasmin scolded you with a playful slap to the arm, the both of you laughing.

You were more than pleased to see him approaching after gathering his medal from the referee.

Wasting no time at all, you leaned over the barrier, slinging your arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately. Yasmin was holding Arabella while Liv filmed and got some candid photos that she would send you later.

But you weren’t bothered about that for now.

You ended up growing emotional again mid-kiss after his hands came up to hold your face.

“I’m so proud of you, Alf.” You cried, resting your forehead against his, “I love you so much, you really deserved this.”

“I love you more, darlin’.” He grinned, stroking your nose with his before pressing a kiss to it.

He swiped your tears away with the pads of his fingers, being careful not to smudge your makeup.

“Where’s your jacket gone? Not repping the family name!” He laughed.

“On the seat. Alf, my tits are sweating off.”

“I fucking hope not.”

You scoffed, pushing him off.

“Alfie’s mrs getting a little grabby grabby with him there. Cheeky. Arabella watch out, you might have a sibling on the way after tonight.”

“Come and sit on the field with us.” Alfie said, taking Arabella from Yasmin.

She clung to him tightly, hugging him as much as she possibly could with her tiny body.

“Am I allowed?” You frowned.

“Oi, Josh!”

He turned around.

“Can Reader come sit with us?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He nodded.

You gathered your stuff, saying goodbye to the girls and promising to send them all the photos you’d taken. You slung Arabella’s carry on over your shoulder and Alfie took your jacket so you didn’t have to carry it.

She pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek with a giggle.

“Thank you, princess!” He grinned, kissing her cheek back.

The sun was beaming down on the pitch when you sat down on the grass, making it feel like the perfect type of afternoon to go and sit in a beer garden with your mates. You were sure there would be something like that after everyone had gone home and showered. If not tonight, then maybe tomorrow.

Alfie once again removed his shirt, not that you were complaining in the slightest, and slid it over your head.

“Alfie, it stinks!” You guffawed, immediately taking it off and fixing your hair.

“Bro!” He laughed, “Obviously.”

“Wash it and then I’ll wear it with pride.” You smiled, folding it up and putting it on the floor in front of you.

He dipped his head down to mutter into your ear, hand around your waist, “Wear it while I fuck you?”

“Don’t be dirty in public.” You scoffed before smirking, “But, after that goal? Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Too right.” He grinned like a cocky bastard, pressing a few pecks to your lips before turning away and getting involved in a conversation with someone else.

Halfway through your own conversation with Harry, Alfie had slipped his medal around your head so it rested on your neck instead.

“Bella, stay close please.” You called out to her as she walked on wobbly feet.

She was a confident walker, but she occasionally got way ahead of herself and stumbled.

Harry was keeping a watchful eye on her, shuffling around to follow her as she went, hands ready to reach out and catch her.

“Hi, Arabella!” JJ gasped, face lighting up at the sight of the toddler.

He had a football, the football that your gorgeous boyfriend had scored with, under his shirt, pretending to walk around pregnant.

She grinned up at him, waving with one hand as the other was clutching onto his leg.

“Will she kick a ball?” JJ asked you as he took the football out from under his shirt.

“Yeah, she will.” You nodded.

“Really?” Harry gaped as his friend put the ball in front of her.

Arabella looked down at the ball, reached her foot out, and nudged it forward a little bit.

“Oh, wow!” He gasped over dramatically, making her grin.

“She’s a better baller than me!” JJ laughed as she kicked the ball again, running after it.

Whilst being too focused on her feet and kicking the ball, she ended up tripping over and bumping into Tobi’s foot.

“Oh, hello!” He grinned at her as she dusted her hands off.

“You okay, baby?” You asked, half lying in Alfie’s lap at this point.

She nodded.

“Bella.” Tobi whispered, crouching down to get to her height, “You look very pretty today.”

She beamed at his compliment, “Dress!”

“Yes! With flowers.” He pointed to the larger flower embroidered over the fabric that wrapped around her stomach.

She giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“You guys, she’s so cute.” Tobi gushed, looking up at the two of you.

“Me!” She squealed.

“Yes, you!”

Alfie was scrolling on his phone as you rested your head in his lap, hand shielding your eyes from the sun.

The sound of a connecting call blared in your ear.

“AB! How you doing, bro?!” Chip exclaimed down the phone.

They had a conversation for a short amount of time as the YouTube AllStars lifted the trophy and celebrated their win.

“AB, come here.” Alfie beckoned Arabella away from where she was chasing Arthur around on the grass.

He was pretending to be slow so she could catch up to him, which made you smile endearingly.

“Can you stop calling her that?” You slapped him on the abs.

“Why, it’s her initials?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as your daughter came bounding over, peering at what her dad had to show her on his phone.

“Ip!” She gasped, choking in her own air and coughing.

“You good?” Alfie hummed, patting her back.

“Hi Ip!”

“Yo, my little Arab! How you doing? You proud of your dad?”

“Mhm!” She hummed, rocking back and forth on her feet, “Had gogurt.”

“Your dad had yogurt?”

“No, me!”

“Oh, you had yogurt! Of course!” Chip laughed heartily, “You know who makes a good yogurt?”

He panned the camera to Sabina.

“‘Ina!” Arabella exclaimed, trying to get closer to the screen as if that meant she would be closer to Sabina.

You sat up to hold her back slightly, placing her on your lap because being that good to a screen would be no good on her eyes.

“Hi Bella!” Sabina greeted, waving.

You leaned over, resting your head on Alfie’s bare shoulder and humming contently as he let Arabella take the phone to talk to her uncle and auntie. Alfie turned his head, kissing your hair repeatedly.

“Arab, go find Uncle Arthur for me, I wanna say something to him.” Chip asked of her.

She clambered out of your lap and went waddling towards the man.

You laughed, sitting up as you and Alfie were granted some time to yourselves.

You sat up, shuffling to be facing him with your legs on the floor but your knees tucked up.

His legs were extended outwards.

“I am so proud of you, Alf.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “So proud.”

He just grinned at you, shining, sharp canines on show.

“And it’s got nothing to do with the goal. Whether you scored or not, I would’ve been proud either way.”

“God, gonna make me cry, girl. C’mere.” He pulled you closer so your chests were pressed together and your chin was resting on his shoulder as he pressed kisses to her neck and jawline.

“Love you so much, Alfie.”

“Love you more,” He grinned, “Gonna smack a fat ring on your finger soon. Promise you that.”