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Watching a movie with Gentle!Pope and he's spooning you on the couch while you use his bicep as a firm pillow, his hand fidgeting with the hem of your shirt when he can't quite focus on the movie.
But then towards the end of the movie when the unexpected sad ending comes- he feels your breath slow, small pauses in between as your eyes lock on the screen and he's rubbing up and down your sternum as he pulls you in closer and lets you wipe the subtle tear on his sleeve. Kissing the top of your head as his other hand grabs the remote to turn off the credits.
"s' okay sweet girl, just a movie yeah? C'mere what's wrong, hm?"
And he's rubbing your skin up and down softly trying to soothe you but you keep tearing up and talking about how sad the ending was— he can't fully understand why a movie is making you so emotional but he still wants to make sure his pretty girl is okay :(
( In my head he talks to reader the same way he talks to Lena— like all sweet n shit to make sure she knows shes safe<3)
You love your personal space, and so does your son….. and your husband.
The last time you looked at the alarm clock beside you the time read 12:37am. After cleaning, dishes, putting the days laundry away you finally got to shower and tuck in. Laying your son down in his own bed was a task in itself. He was already a little over a year old and Mitsuki took it upon herself to buy him his very first big boy bed.
Not that you minded, one less thing on your mind.
“Honey, let’s give it a try okay? Grandma even got you Red Riot bed sheets.” You tried comforting him, but no matter what, when it was time to lay him down he’d wake up reaching for you.
It wasn’t until two hours later did he stay there and you laid for an extra 30 minutes to keep him sleeping.
Staying the doorway of his bedroom you can’t help but feel emotional, your first born, in his own little bed, with a little duvet and pillow of his own.
But you needed to focus on the tasks at hand and made sure to get everything done so then you’d end up in your bathroom and take as long of a shower you could.
Texts from Katsuki checking in on you nearly made you get shampoo in your eye.
K💥: how’s night time routine going?
Y/n🧁: trust me when i say you are NOT ready to see him in his own bed😭
K💥: he’ll be fine sweetheart, did you shower?
Y/n🧁: currently shampooing
K💥: pics?
Y/n🧁: 😒😑
Y/n🧁: [photo attached]
K💥: haha nice
His response makes you giggle, finishing your shower you slip on your pj set (Katsuki’s old ass shirt and a pair of his old workout shorts). Heading into the kitchen you grab a muffin from the morning and fill your emotional support water bottle, pebble ice a little over half way.
(you begggeddd Katsuki for that ice machine and he rolled his eyes but, whatever baby wants baby gets. he tells you it was because you craved ice your entire pregnancy)
Getting into bed your hear a shuffle, making you freeze in your path. Once it stops you get into bed, muffins half eaten, water nice and crispy.
You can’t remember falling asleep, but all you knew was that you smelled it, musk, a little sweet from natural sweat and his body gel and hair pomade.
A small noise escapes from you trying to get a better look at the boulder you call a husband.
“Shhhhh it’s just me baby” he mumbles half asleep himself. He’s buried into your chest, breathing in the smell of your own lotion and body gel that’s stuck itself onto his old clothes.
His warmth takes over and puts you back to sleep, it has been so long since you had your bed to yourselves after choosing to co-sleep when your son was big enough. He always tucked in perfectly between you two.
Your snores took over the baby monitor on Katsuki’s side of the bed.
The clock read 6:34am. And unless he got hit with a de-aging quirk, a tiny spiky blond head nuzzled itself into your neck, and tiny hand tucks into your shirt for comfort.
Smiling to yourself you kiss the top of your son’s head and nuzzle into the pillow.
Then the clock read 8:37am. Your son attempting to talk to whoever will listen, standing between the two of you.
“Good morning to you too little bear.” you smile, he smiles back leaning forward for a good morning kiss. A hand comes from behind your son, pulling him back down onto the bed, a giggle escapes his mouth.
Katsuki tucks him into his chest, “Those are MY good morning kisses, you’re supposed to be in your own bed.” Your son continues his laughing fit as you sit up.
Only to be pushed back down and yanked by your waist and squishing your son between you two, his arm resting across the both of you, heavy and not planning on moving anytime soon.
“Kats it’s time to get up, you know how he feels when we take too long to make breakfast.”
“Then we’ll go out, I’m off today.” he says muffled into the pillow.
Your son busys himself with Katsuki’s chain, a dog tag with your full name and birthday on one, then your sons on the other, a reminder close to his heart of who he comes home to.
Sighing you lay down with them, the smell of soft blankets, and warmth keeping you safe.
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i like to think he... reaches back for your hand when you've fallen behind him whilst walking somewhere.
i like to think he... twists your hair around his finger without realizing. it's just something he does whenever you're cuddling or standing chest to chest with him.
i like to think he... always (eventually) walks on the outside of the pavement, nearest the road. you used to joke about how 'it's the right thing to do' with your girlfriend when he didn't understand why you'd always move to the inside early in the relationship but now he always does it without realizing.
i like to think he... mimics what you do. whether it's copying your laugh intentionally or subconsciously mirroring your actions a few seconds later. you lean your hip against the counter mid conversation? so does he.
i like to think he... definitely likes to have his hand on your thigh or your hands interlinked and he presses kisses to yours every so often while driving.
i like to think he... always gives you the window seat on the train because you love looking out the window.
i like to think he... rolls his eyes (lovingly) when you want to take a picture of him but gives in anyway, begrudgingly posing how you tell him to.
i like to think he... perks up and smiles when someone asks him about you or brings you up in a conversation.
notes: i haven’t specified which theme park this is, but i (loosely) based it around alton towers. also i don’t really like this fic so please be nice to me, thanks xx
wc: 2,917
GOING TO THEME parks with Arabella was something you’d always been wary of. The biggest worry was that you would spend so much money on entrance fees, just for her to absolutely hate the first ride and be adamant about not doing any others.
She was in a little mood because you hadn’t allowed her to wear her strappy sandals (which you knew would’ve caused her a million problems while walking all day) and had forced her into a pair of T-bar shoes with little strawberries on the front.
Sharing a knowing look with Alfie, you turned around to look at her.
She had her chin tucked to her chest and her hands were tugging at the hem of her shirt.
“Bella?” You spoke softly.
She whined, shaking her head.
You sighed, “What if we get ice cream while we’re there. Is that better?”
Her head poked up a little, and she nodded meekly, making you smile.
“And you’re gonna go on loads of rides with daddy?”
Another nod.
“Because he's too scared to go on the big rides.”
That earned a little giggle, and you reached out, stroking under her chin, “Head up, baby. You can wear your sandals another day.”
“Okay.” She hummed, finally lifting her head.
When Alfie pulled into the car park, he already began huffing and puffing at slow walkers and large families just being stood in the way. You wanted to laugh, and you would have had Arabella not been in the backseat. You were trying to teach her patience and kindness, so to have her dad cussing out other children and adults felt slightly counter productive.
“Alfie.” You scolded gently while he muttered under his breath.
“Sorry.” He replied, swiftly pulling into a space on the grass nearest to the entrance.
Upon getting out of the car, the pair of you went back and forth on deciding whether or not to bring a pushchair before deciding that it was probably for the best. Worst case scenario was that you ended up just lugging it around so you didn’t have to carry a backpack around all day, and you could just use the pushchair for storage instead.
It was absolutely beating it down with heat, and Arabella was extremely upset when Alfie began lathering her arms, legs and face in suncream.
“No!” She whined, trying to fight back against her dads hands.
You rolled your eyes, crouching behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist to hold her in place.
Her face scrunched up unhappily as his palms ran over it, rubbing the cream into her skin.
“Daddy, stop!” She exclaimed.
“No, you stop.” You said to her, “Stop causing a scene, just put it on. It’s to protect you.”
She just huffed, slumping back as he began rubbing it into her legs.
“There.” He grunted as he stood.
You were on pushchair duty since you knew the likelihood of her clinging to you when she got mardy was slim to none. She had a thing about using Alfie as a climbing frame when she was overly tired, which made no sense at all because she was only exerting more energy by doing so.
“Ice cream now, mummy?” She asked, looking up at you with her hand encompassed by Alfie’s.
“No, not now, baby. After lunch, okay?”
“After lunch.” She nodded.
Once you were in the park and surrounded by loud noises and bright colours, Arabella was bouncing on the balls of her feet, the urge to run around and go off on her own strong and compelling. Alfie wouldn’t let her, of course. His grip on her hand was tight but not crushing.
There was a mascot standing at the entrance of the children’s area, waving enthusiastically at all of the kids.
You couldn’t imagine being in a hot suit like that in this weather. You were in a pair of shorts and a tank top, but you were already sweating.
“You want a picture, Bells?” Alfie asked, and she nodded.
You pulled out your phone as she waltzed up to the mascot, having a brief exchange of words before turning to you.
“Smile!” You grinned, hoping she would replicate as you snapped the photo.
The both of you thanked the man behind the mascot before walking into the children’s area. It was a combination of themes, ranging from children’s books to tv shows and movies.
“What do you want to do first, Bells?” Alfie asked, nudging her hand.
She raised a finger, pointing to a big statue of Peppa Pig that signalled where the rides based on her theme were.
“Okay, Peppa it is.”
Thankfully, the queues weren’t too long.
Obviously one of you had to go on with her, and since Alfie had adamantly decided that he wasn’t going to be joining you on any of the big rides, he was currently squashed into a tiny cart, his long arm slung over the back of it so that he would actually fit, and going around a track at an extremely slow pace, but just fast enough that it would be thrilling for anyone under the age of eight.
You laughed as you filmed them going around. Alfie looked less than pleased, as he knew there was someone there that knew him, and if there wasn’t, you posting the video would get a million clips and reposts that would just destroy his internet image.
But he figured it was worth it if his daughter was happy, and she was.
She was beaming, big and bright, and obliged with her dad when he encouraged her to put her hands up on the tiniest drop.
Arabella giggled loudly, absolutely elated as the ride came to an end and she could hop off to find her way back to you.
“Mummy! Mummy!” She exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet, “That was so fun!”
“Yeah? You and daddy looked like you were having lots of fun.” It was said in teasing jest as you smirked at your boyfriend.
He only scowled and nudged your side, “That video goes nowhere.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You shrugged innocently.
“Reader.”
“Love you!” You grinned, kissing his lips before looking to your daughter, “Where next, baby?”
After a few more waiting queues and rides, you decided on going somewhere for lunch.
There was a little chicken restaurant just outside of the children’s area, so you sat down in the outside seating with Arabella while Alfie ordered the food.
“Can you have some water please?” You requested, holding out the bottle to her.
She nodded, taking it in her hands and tilting her head back.
When Alfie returned with food, you were all at the stage of being ravenous, but you had to warn Arabella not to eat too fast.
Alfie broke up her chicken nuggets into little bitesize pieces, feeding them to her periodically while snacking on his own.
There was a big box of curly fries between the three of you.
“AB.” He hummed to get her attention after she’d zoned out.
Instead of blinking back into reality, she just opened her mouth, letting her dad feed her.
You frowned worriedly at that, “Bella, you okay?”
She simply nodded.
You brought the back of your hand to her cheeks, feeling around her face and neck to discover that she was entirely too warm.
“She hot?” Alfie asked, and you nodded.
Taking the water bottle back, you poured some of the cold liquid into your hands, cupping them to make a good puddle before dropping it gently over her dark brown curls.
You ran your palms over her head, making sure the water was lathering in properly.
He took the initiative to retrieve the fan from your bag and began fanning her face.
She whined slightly at the feeling, trying to back away, but you kept her in place by pouring more water over her in short amounts.
Eventually, the redness in her face toned down and she became a bit more lively.
“You feel okay, chick?” You asked again, just to reassure yourself that she was okay.
Again, she nodded, “Water please, mummy.”
You chuckled, “Alright.” and handed it to her.
She took gentle sips and resumed eating, finishing your meal just before it hit 2.
After lunch, you took a walk away from the children’s area and towards all the big rides.
By this point, Arabella had climbed up Alfie’s chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, latching onto him. That was an immediate sign of exhaustion to you. Taking advantage of her lack of enthusiasm to go on any more rides, you decided to take the afternoon for yourself, queuing in line for the more extreme attractions.
On one of them, the line wound back round to the entrance, so you were able to talk to Alfie over the fence before waiting for your turn.
“You’re actually nuts, girl.” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’re just a pussy.” You retorted playfully.
Once you were loaded onto the ride and strapped in, Alfie nudged at Arabella.
“Look, can you see mummy?” He cooed, pointing to you.
She untucked herself from his neck and looked, nodding slowly.
“How mental is she for doing this?”
“A lot.”
“Yeah,” He chuckled, “A lot mental.”
When you came off the ride, your hair was an absolute mess, and you should’ve tied it up before going on, but you hadn’t, and now your parting was wonky and your strands were all tangled.
“Fuckin’ell!” You laughed, flipping your hair back so that it fell into place.
Alfie laughed at the state of you, wheeling the pushchair round to meet you.
“Mummy.” Arabella giggled at you.
“That was quite nice actually.”
“Nice?!” Alfie exclaimed.
“Yeah, good bit of breeze to cool me down.”
“You’re fuckin’ mental.” He scoffed.
“Naughty word, daddy!” Arabella exclaimed.
He closed his eyes and groaned before pulling out his phone and adding another line to the notes app.
They had come up with a system where every time he says a swear word in front of her, he owes her a pound. She can either save them all up and get a toy, or spend it immediately. Miraculously (because neither of you were very good role models when it came to sensibly saving money) she chose to save them all up.
You estimated that she’d managed to scrape around about £30 from her dad by now.
Before getting in line for your second ride, you lathered some more suncream onto Arabella’s skin and then left them both with a kiss on the nose and lips respectively.
Since you were in the queue by yourself, you ended up talking to a stranger just about your day and how things had been.
He was relatively friendly, never prying too much and remaining respectful, and by coincidence, you ended up seated next to each other on the ride.
The words you both screamed out of fear and a rush of adrenaline seemed to compliment and coincide with each other.
Afterwards, you walked up to Alfie with a large grin on your face.
“That was great!” You laughed heartily, peering down at Arabella in her pushchair, “Is she sleeping?”
“Mhm.” Alfie hummed, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and tugging you in close.
You let out a startled noise at the action, frowning in confusion as he pressed a firm kiss to the side of your head while glaring out across the park.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, trying to find where he was looking.
“That guy.”
“Who?”
“The one you were sitting with.”
“… I’m confused.”
“He was flirting with you.”
You scoffed before exclaiming, “Alfie!”
“What?!”
“He wasn’t flirting with me, he was just talking.” You rolled your eyes.
“I know what men flirting looks like, darlin’, and he was flirting.” Alfie was adamant.
“Okay, fine, he was. I agree with you. Happy now?” You huffed.
You didn’t actually agree, but if saying you did would get Alfie to stop working himself up for no reason, then you would.
He pressed another kiss to your temple before letting you go from under his arm.
Your knees clicked as you crouched in front of Arabella, tickling under her chin to slowly wake her up without startling her.
A little, dramatic huff came from her as she wriggled around in her seat.
“Bella.” You cooed, “Should we go and get ice cream?”
With her eyes still closed, obviously trying to hide under the guise that she was ‘asleep’, she nodded.
Alfie bought the three of you ice cream, with yours having sherbet on top, while his and Arabella’s were plain.
He was feeding her ice cream with a little plastic spoon while you held a napkin in your hand at the ready for when she inevitably got it all over her mouth. As she ate, Arabella made pleased humming noises, causing you both to chuckle.
It was something that you’d picked up on her doing when she was particularly enjoying a meal, and you found it rather endearing.
You and Alfie shared a couple quick, chaste kisses over the table before cleaning everything up.
“Any more rides you want to go on?” Alfie asked her.
She nodded, “Peppa again.”
“Okay, Peppa one more time then.” He agreed.
This time, Arabella demanded that you ride with her.
She’d been on it once with her dad, and now it was your turn. The seat was burning hot against the skin of the back of your thighs, making you yelp and stand suddenly.
Arabella cackled in amusement at your reaction, and as you slowly lowered yourself back down, you began tickling her sides.
“No, mummy!” She screamed, “No, too hot!”
“What’s too hot?” You asked, stopping and smoothing a hand over her back.
“Air.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.” You kissed the top of your head.
“Arms up.” The ride operator walked by, checking the bar was down properly.
Before it took off, you pointed to where Alfie was standing with his phone out and posed for a photo.
Whilst you were doing your round of the rollercoaster, a couple of fans had come up to Alfie asking for some pictures, which he took and spoke to them briefly before reuniting with you at the ride exit.
“Was so fun!” Arabella giggled elatedly, wrapping her tiny hand into the fabric of her dads grey shorts.
“Yeah? I’m glad you had fun, Bells.” He smiled, placing a hand on the back of her head, “We’ve gotta go home now, though. Okay?”
“No.” She gasped, her bottom lip starting to wobble, “No, more ride.”
“We can’t.” Alfie sighed, reaching her height to talk to her on a level, “The park closes soon. We have to go.”
“Wanna stay.”
“I know you do, baby.” He clicked his tongue, “We can come back another day, okay?”
The moment she broke down into tears, she hid her face in her dads neck, clutching his shirt for dear life.
“Oh, Bells.” He huffed, picking her up into his arms and holding her tightly.
“Bella.” You pouted, rubbing her back.
“Mummy.” She cried, “Wanna stay.”
“I know, chick.” You brought your hand to her cheek, wiping away the tears as they fell, “But like daddy said, we can come back another time, yeah?”
Alfie was sweating as she continued to wail into his skin while you walked out of the park. You felt a little bad for him because it was obvious that the body heat coming from her crying her eyes out was getting to him, on top of the sun that was shining down on the back of his neck, turning it a shade of light red.
“Should I take her?” You offered.
Alfie shook his head, “Nah, you’re alright, girl.”
“Alf, you’re sweating through your shirt.” You glanced down at the sweat patches in the underarms of his shirt.
Had this been a first date, you probably would’ve been a little grossed out, but it wasn’t, and Alfie had seen you at utter rock bottom, as you had with him too.
“Wanna suck it clean?”
“Alfie!” You exclaimed, slapping his bicep.
He cackled smugly, proud of himself for his quick, suggestive retort.
“So … is that a no?”
“I can’t believe you asked me that in front of our daughter.” You threw him a dirty look, marching forwards faster than him so you were in front.
It was funny because that exertion caused you to hunch over the pushchair that was in front of you and heave heavy breaths.
Alfie laughed before landing a smack to your ass.
“Don’t!” You scoffed at his audacity.
“Daddy, no mean.” Arabella muttered, taking her wrist and wiping at her cheeks.
“I’m not being mean!” He gasped dramatically.
“Shh.” She hushed him, putting her hand to his lips.
You threw your head back with hearty, contagious cackles.
“Oh, you can get right in the car, little missy.” He hooked his hands under her armpits and held her out as far as he could like she smelt bad.
Arabella writhed in her arms, giggling loudly, as her dad strapped her into the backseat.
He closed the door and rounded to the boot, helping you pack up the pushchair and load it in before slamming it shut.
“Successful day?” He wound his arms around your waist, letting his large paws rest on your bum.
You hummed in response, kissing his lips and patting his chest, “Successful day.”
summary: alfie’s protective of you, regardless of whether you’re together or not
content: baby daddy!ab , talks of sex , ‘locker room’ talk (i think)
notes: just throwing this out there as a trial thing, sorry it’s kinda short and ended abruptly, i just wanna see how it goes xx
wc: 1,164
ALFIE NEVER THOUGHT you would’ve been a topic of discussion on the podcast. You were a secret that he didn’t want to risk outing, so he made sure to skate around the conversations of partners and dates.
It wasn’t even like you were dating, but you were something. Whether that was because you were the mother of his child or for an entirely different reason was up to you and him to decide, but it wasn’t up for public scrutiny or debate.
You made your own content, majorly around being a young mum and the support that was around for you at the time, things you found that helped and anymore big sister advice that people requested on, so you having a child wasn’t the secret, it was more so the fact that he was a dad — more importantly, the dad.
Chip and Cal knew, of course, but that was still something he felt unsure of.
They didn’t find out voluntarily. They’d come over unannounced once and seen a couple baby toys strewn about his floor since he’d had the weekend with the little one.
He made them swear they wouldn’t tell anyone, not Stan, not any of the other YouTube lot. Not even their fiancées.
The secrecy of him being a father and you being the mother was for a reason. For your own safety. He didn’t want any of his fans harassing you or your kid just purely based on the fact you had some relations to him that didn’t suit their narrative.
So when Max Khadar began speaking about you, Alfie couldn’t help but get a little bit protective.
“Nah, that girl … What's her name … ohhh what is it.” Max muttered, “The one with the kid …”
“There’s a lot of girls that have kids.” Chip laughed.
“Reader! Reader!” Max exclaimed as your name finally came to him.
“Oh, her, right.” Cal nodded, giving Alfie a quick side glance to try and get the gist of how the younger man was feeling.
He seemed to have zoned in on Max’s face, paying an intense amount of detail to every little expression the guest made.
“What about her?”
Max gaped as he looked at Cal, a smirk on his face, “Are you joking? Bro, she’s leng.”
The boys across from him began laughing hysterically at the tone in which Max had expressed his physical admiration for you. Alfie wasn’t as amused, but he gave a short chuckle to not look too out of place.
“You fancy her?” Cal pushed.
“Fancy? Bro, I wanna take her out. You know, nice dinner, then go back to hers— ahhh man, she’s so bad. So bad.”
“Why are you fantasising about her right now?” Chip guffawed, crossing one leg over the other.
“This is nothing.” Max waved his hands about dramatically, “Trust, I wanna give her another kid.”
“Alright, bro, chill.” Alfie laughed it off, trying to act like he was preventing his friend from getting into trouble rather than trying to shut him up before he said something that really made his blood boil.
“There’s nothing chill about her.” Max shook his head, “She is … ‘coz there’s levels to it. You’ve got fit,” He put his hand down before putting his other one way higher in the air, “And you’ve got leng. Reader is up here. Genuinely, I-I-I-“
Alfie began mimicking his stutter, slyly taking the piss out of him. Cal and Chip cackled.
“I would have bare kids with her. A whole football team. Trust, I’m on that.”
“You’re on that?” Cal challenged, “What, have you DM’d her?”
Max just shrugged.
“Have you actually?” Alfie asked, though his tone reeked of a serious energy.
So much for being low-key.
Alfie kind of hoped that you would’ve told him if someone from an adjacent circle had DM’d you in a romantic or sexual manner, but he could also recognise that just because you had a child together, didn’t mean that he had any claim over you.
Not unless he did something about that, of course.
“Why you pressed? Chill.” Max put a hand out in his direction, “Nah, I haven’t, but I will.”
“Swear she’s got a fella.” Alfie hummed, sitting back and playing with the wiring of his mic.
“Say wallahi.” His face fell dramatically.
“I dunno.” He shrugged, “I swore she made a video saying, like, ‘get ready with me for a date’.”
Yes, Alfie had most of your videos memorised, and yes that video was when you went around to his for dinner.
“Yeah … you’re on that.” Max gave him a knowing smile, “That was you, bro. She went on that date with you.”
“What?” Alfie laughed, pinching his nose bridge, “No she didn’t.”
“You’re the dad too, I know it.”
“Shut the fuck up, bro.”
Alfie was getting slightly annoyed.
It was one thing to assume you were dating, but to say he was the dad (joking, or not) was pushing it. He knew if one person theorised it, then another would, and another and another until it became a rumour that either of you would have to address.
When that episode dropped and all the clipping accounts got to work, it was a nightmare.
Having you send him one of the clips on Instagram and nothing else was enough to send his heart rate through the roof.
alfiebuttle: just ignore it x
yourusername: oh yeah i’ll just ignore people talking about wanting to shag me and talking about you being matilda’s dad
yourusername: thanks for standing up for me btw really liked that you let him say he wants to impregnate me
alfiebuttle: i didn’t know what to say without it being obvious x
alfiebuttle: are you actually mad? x
Alfie watched the text bubble appear, waver for a little while before disappearing completely. He sighed before typing another message.
alfiebuttle: i’m sorry x
yourusername: whatever, just do your damage control
He sent a quick red heart before going through the main clipping accounts and dropping a few nonchalant comments along the lines of ‘you guys are so dramatic😹’ or ‘chill i was just guessing’.
He didn't think it’d do much, but he felt that remaining completely silent was more guilty.
After he was done reposting and commenting, he dropped you another message
alfiebuttle: everything okay tonight? x
alfiebuttle: how is she x
yourusername: she’s ok, proper tired today x
When he received a picture of his two-year-old daughter sat on the floor, beaming up at the camera, his heart melted and a grin overtook his face without him being able to control it.
alfiebuttle: ❤️❤️❤️
alfiebuttle: did you take her out? x
yourusername: yeah, went park for a little bit ‘coz she kept fussing x
alfiebuttle: cute, lmk when u go next. i’ll come x
yourusername: what if someone sees x
alfiebuttle: shit yeah 🫤
yourusername: its alright u can come round for tea tomorrow, she’s been missing you x
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thinking about arabella and sienna by the marías. line "be sensitive like you" made me think about arabella being a sensitive girl like her mum😭 idk if you're familiar with this song but i think it would be really beautiful for reader and ab see how arabella reflects some of their traits/habits in behaviour
STOP IT I LOVE THIS CONNECTION LET ME DO ALL THE LYRICS LIKE THAT
with a temper like you = alfie duh
run around like you = both of them
jumping in the pool, like you = both of them coz they get childishly playful around each other coz they’re so happy
I feel like alfies totally the type to buy his girl cute dresses or tops or outfits... he thinks she would like and make her do a whole fashion show for him I can so imagine him saying stuff like "twirl for me girl" AAAAAAAA I NEED ITTTT
YESSS he turns her into his runway angel and they both love it
she always feels so bad when he spends ,only on her, but he insists that it’s fine and he loves doing it because it means getting to see her all dressed up and showing off in their apartment
‘look at you, you little rocket. twirl for me’
when you do, he lets out a whistle.
‘i think that’s my favourite’
‘i’m not done yet!’
‘well go on then. we ain’t got all day, girl. also i’m taking you out for dinner in one of these outfits so get a move on’
reader going out for a few hours to give herself a little spa day with the girls whilst at home mini ab is kicking off for alfie and when reader comes back hes in a foul mood and is being horrible to reader and everything he does he’s just slamming stuff about whilst readers like what the fuck? and by the time they get to bed she asks him about it and he just cries
stop the thought of him getting emotional about his daughter not bonding with him or wanting to spend time with him😢😢😢 like he eventually gets teary rather than angry.
i imagine he’s been trying to get her to do things all day like eat and drink and he’s like ‘please, bells? for me?’
and she’s all ‘no! only mummy!’
and it gets him really upset because he thinks he’s doing something wrong
obviously when you get home arabella is all over you and doing everything you ask , and i think alfie would get frustrated at that, hence the lashing out.
but when it all boils down to it and you’re in bed at night and you ask, the waterworks come and he just ends up venting about how he feels like arabella doesn’t like him etc etc
he doesn’t expect himself to get so emotional about it, but he does, and you’re there to console him the whole time, not once letting go.
omds the shy reader x alfie concept was so cute 😭😭 please can we get more i was thinking of like how often the others comment on how different reader and alfie are + genuinely confused as to how they ended up tgt and reader’s just like ‘☺️☺️☺️’ the whole time
she totally is just the embodiment of ☺️☺️☺️. definitely because it’s her first time meeting everyone, she’s still awfully shy and sticking to brief answers, but she doesn’t wanna come across as rude and is trying to lather up the sweet tone
‘how did you meet alfie?’
‘warehouse☺️’
‘what was your first date?’
‘he took me on a walk then we had a little picnic!’
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just saw a tiktok comment about that said “sometimes i pretend to fall off the bed so he catches me” and if that isn’t ab and his mrs
it so is, nonnie!
she defo tests him at random parts of the night, rolling over while he’s doomscrolling and thinks she’s asleep, slowly sliding off the edge until he reaches out and pulls her back onto the mattress.
other times she is awake and dramatically rolls over spontaneously, and his instincts kick in immediately. it’s like spidey senses the way he snaps to the side and locks her up in his arms
can envision them going on a nature walk for a vlog together and the camera cuts suddenly and she’s passed out on his chest while he’s just lying there, hand tapping on her backside rhythmically and staring at the sky.
‘this is kinda the life, chat. feel like a caveman and right now. i should fend off any predators for my mrs but she’s …’ he pans the camera down to her sparked out ‘i don’t even know why she’s this tired she’s done nothing all day’ followed by a cheeky smirk ‘i do know why she’s tired. i do know— that’s a joke … or is it?’
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