cheryl ✶ arthurs girl. pisces. gryffindor. sirius black irl. cabin 6. gerard gibsons #1 fan. AKA12. alfies mrs. dead poet. OP81. film lover. jason todd apologist. GR63. james potter’s gf. real or not real. tim drake. letterboxd. patrick feelys muse. a wallflower. slut for bucky barnes. my other blog. i believe in harvey dent.
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arthurs darling. female version of arthur. friends to lovers. hobbymaxxing final bosses. outspoken & opinionated. black cat & golden retriever. big brown doe eyes. date night = chess. she can do as she pleases, she’s nobody’s fool. unironically listens to jazz. bossy girl & teddy bear bf. occasionally featured in horror game thursdays. arthur worships the ground she walks on. takes her camera everywhere. she’s got a book for every situation. leather jackets. #1 1975 fans. ballet flats. matching grandpa sweaters.
chris’ sweetheart. crazy girl & supportive bf. ultimate cool girl. has dyed her hair almost every colour of the rainbow. artistic. sunshine couple. full of whimsy. chris washes her hair when she’s too tired. could talk for england. her and chris have heart eyes for eachother. bf is the accessory. childhood friends to lovers. her and chris spin a wheel to choose their holiday every year. them being in love was painfully obvious to everyone but them. plays guitar. loves to bite chris. audrey hoberts #1 fan.
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authors note she might be my fav girl and they might be my fav couple..
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alfies princess. walking pinterest board. opposites attract. real life barbie doll. everyone’s favourite on and off couple. baker & influencer. secondary school sweethearts. spoilt rotten by alfie. alfie braids her hair every night. sugar, spice and everything nice. number one album is lover. she fell first, he fell harder. makes alfie rewatch the holiday every christmas. unapologetically herself. walks alfie like a dog. her and alfie are disgustingly in love. likes to argue with alfie on social media.
synopsis taking care of a very drunk alfie leads to an unexpected confession
“BABE, why is there two of you in my living room? you never told me you had a twin.” alfie said sadly.
you forced yourself not to laugh as you watched him stumble into his own apartment, collapsing onto the sofa. “you’re supposed to tell me these things baby, do you not want me to meet your family?”
you shook your head, “i don’t have a twin alfie,” you laughed.”“you just drank too much and now you’re seeing double.”
“ohhhh— that makes sense.” he slurred.
alfie grabbed your hand and yanked you onto the sofa next to him, placing his head onto your lap, staring up at you.
the boys had been out filming a pub golf all day, so you expected alfie to come back a little pissed, but not this pissed.
he had entrusted you with the debender — as he liked to call it — meaning after an anxious chip called you to get him, you had no choice but to face your fear of driving on the london roads to pick him up.
alfie brought his hand up to your hair and began twirling it in his fingers. you thought about how he would freak out if anybody saw him in this state; laying on your lap, getting looked after.
“you’re so pretty.” he mumbled.
you smiled, “thank you, alfie.”
“and you smell nice,” he sniffed you, like actually sniffed you. “like cinnamon, and vanilla, and home.”
you giggled at that, “and what does home smell like?”
“you.”
whatever that meant.
abruptly, alfie sat up and stared at you.
“what are you thinking?” you asked him.
“m’just thinking about how badly i want to kiss you right now.” he mumbled, lips moving towards your neck.
he peppered kisses all over your jaw, the smell of alcohol wafting from his breath. you stifled a moan, his lips pressing against yours. alfie’s hands found the bottom of your top, urging to lift it up. you placed your hands over his.
“you’re drunk, alfie.” you whispered.
“but i want you.” he groaned, head falling onto your chest.
“yeah well, you can want me when you’re fully conscious.” you smiled, lifting his head.
you placed a kiss on his forehead, your hands finding his hair. alfie sighed, looking at you longingly.
“i think i love you.” he burst out.
your hands stopped moving, your eyes watching his apprehensively.
“what?” you let out a nervous laugh.
“no— i know i love you.”
you moved back.
“alfie, you’re drunk,” you rushed. “you don’t know what you’re saying.” you sighed, pinching your temple; all of a sudden the room felt way too hot.
“that’s exactly why i’m saying it now.” alfie said.
“i’m too much of a pussy to say it normally, so i’d rather say it now, when i’ve already embarassed myself enough.”
you looked at him, you wanted to believe him.
“but— how do you know? that you love me?”
“i just do.” he shrugged. still staring at you, his words slipping out so confidently that it scared you.
“stop doing that.” you huffed.
“stop doing what?”
“stop— touching me with your eyes.” you looked away shyly.
alfie let out a small laugh.
you blinked at him, how could he say something like that so easily? the thought of letting someone in, knowing they could leave at any given moment; it scared you.
“i know i love you because im always thinking about you,” he began. “i get sad when your scent leaves my pillow after you’ve stayed the night, and whenever i’m filming a video i count down the hours until i can be near you again.”
“i think i’ve known for a long time, and besides, who couldn’t love you?” his hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his eyes full of admiration.
you smiled at him.
“would you look at that, alfie buttle, the poet.” you giggled.
“it happens sometimes.” he teased.
you move closer to him, pressing your lips against his. soft, and slow. alfie doesn’t move, letting you make the next move.
“for the record,” you pecked his lips again. “i know i love you too.”
authors note definitely not living up to my username right now oops.. arthur stuff coming soon!
BEING friends with your ex boyfriend had its perks. for example, you could call him at anytime and he’d answer. or you could ask for any favour and he’d do it.
was it because he was still in love with you? or was it because he just really appreciated your company?
either way, you didn’t know, and you didn’t bother to question it.
which is how you both ended up in your kitchen, attempting to bake a cake, at eleven pm.
you sat on the counter, looking at the recipe on your phone. an hour earlier, you had seen a tiktok of a couple baking and for some reason you decided to send it to alfie; which resulted in him showing up to your apartment with a bag full of ingredients.
“oi,” alfie said to you, “whys the cake batter so watery girl?”
alfie stopped mixing, staring at you with genuine confusion. you groaned. “how many eggs did you put in alf?”
“how many was i meant to put in…?” he questioned.
“two, alfie.” you rolled your eyes, feeling as though you were talking to a five year old. “is this your first time making a cake?”
“yeah well it’s all the same result isn’t it. just one two, skip a few.”
you stared at him, shaking your head.
“you’re so stupid.”
you jumped down from the counter and picked up the flour. “add some of this.”
“yes ma’am.” he smiled, opening the bag of flour.
“don’t look at me like that. you look like a right gimp.”
“say that again. i dare you.” alfie pretended to square up to you. considering the fact he was wearing a bright pink apron, his intimidation tactic didn’t work that well.
you giggled, “just add the flour you idiot.”
“say sorry first. you’ve hurt my feelings.”
you rolled your eyes. “you can take it.”
“oh yeah?” alfie stared at you for a minute, before grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at your face.
you gasped, blinking the flour out of your eyes.
“alfie! i’m going to fucking kill you!”
he burst out laughing,
“now who’s the gimp?” he said, “you look like the ghost of christmas past, that christmas carol shit.”
you snatched the bag out of his hand and threw it on him; his black shirt, now painted white.
before you could say any snarky comment, alfie quickly leaned over to the egg carton, and picked one up. you ran over to the other side of your kitchen island, dodging the egg he threw at you.
“missed me.” you retorted.
“did i?”
just then, alfie ran up behind you and cracked an egg onto your head. you gasped as you felt the cold liquid pour onto your scalp.
“oh. my. god.”
alfie began running round to the other side of the island, away from you. however, you swiftly took two eggs and chucked them at him. satisfaction crept in as you watched them crack onto his clothes.
you shook with laughter as you turned to run away yet again, trying to dodge the eggs alfie was throwing your way.
the kitchen was full of exhilaration as you and alfie spent what felt like ages having an extremely poor attempt at a food fight, the cake long forgotten. was this going to be hell to clean up? absolutely. but you were just having too much fun with him to think about anything else.
he came up behind you and grabbed you by the waist, stopping you from running. he twirled you around so you were facing him.
both of you, out of breath from the unexpected cardio, smiled at eachother like two idiots, taking in the mess.
alfie held up his hands, “truce?”
you grinned at him, “is this your way of saying i win?”
“if you don’t agree to a truce, i’ll leave you to clean this up by yourself girl.” alfie crossed his arms.
“you wouldn’t dare.”
“fine, no truce. but give me a kiss and i’ll do it all for you.”
you snorted, it was cute that he thought shifting tactics still worked on you.
“absolutely not.”
“come on girl, you know you miss this.” he said, stepping closer.
“i’m not really attracted to people who smell like egg, alfie.”
“yeah well, too bad,” he sighed, “because i am.”
before you could reply, alfie pressed his lips onto yours, hands finding your waist again.
surprisingly, you kissed him back, hands finding his hair. you heard him groan a little bit as you tugged. bringing a smile to your face.
alfie’s hands found your lower back, picking you up and placing you onto the counter. his lips moved lower, travelling down from your jaw to your neck.
alfie stopped abruptly.
“jesus christ.”
he pulled back and looked at you.
“we stink.”
authors note may or may not have lost the plot with this one… anyways they defo showered together after this xx
synopsis ‘where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me.’
THE stadium buzzed with electricity as alfie competed with bach for the ball. you unconsciously gripped liv’s hand extremely tight, feeling so anxious it was like you were on the pitch yourself.
alfie was unable to sleep last night, resulting in you comforting him through facetime for 3 hours. the call was a mix of;
“you’re gonna do great babe.”
and,
“i wish i could have a good luck shag.”
oh and of course the usual,
“flash me and i’ll do a hat trick girl.”
unfortunately, a blind person could tell you how shit he was at football, but considering being near last pick for the draft, he had made it his mission to train 10x harder than everyone else.
he missed date nights to do extra cardio, and stopped you from cooking dinner for him so he could eat like a ‘proper footballer.’
some would call it cringe, but you thought it was the cutest thing ever. seeing the love of your life do things that made him happy, made you happy.
you watched as his legs moved fast on the pitch, controlling the ball with bach beside him.
“fuck me.” you whispered under your breathe. “i don’t want to watch!” you turned to liv. she laughed and gestured for you to turn back around.
just then, he kicked the ball and it- IT WENT IN!
the stadium erupted into cheers, you were screaming so loud as alfie did his celebration.
“he did it!” you heard liv shout from beside you. despite her boyfriend being on the opposite team, she still cheered him on.
you tried to stop the tears from spilling, but when you locked eyes with him, you couldn’t help it. you gave him the brightest smile from your position right behind the barriers, which he returned.
before his teammates could celebrate with him, he ran over to you and picked you up.
your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as his arms went around your waist. you sobbed into his neck, not caring about the thousands of eyes on you two.
“i’m s-so proud of y-you!” you managed to get out inbetween sobs. “i love you!”
he responded by kissing you fiercely, receiving more cheers from the crowd. when he pulled away you saw tears in his eyes, making you sob even harder.
“that was for you girl.” he said, stroking your face.
“no, it was for you. you did it alf.” you smiled at him, before pressing another kiss on his lips.
authors note i was infact at the charity match and screamed so loud when AB scored xx
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