#ab angst

SITUATIONSHIP!AB HEADCANONS ★

contains:love bombing,jealous ab,mentions of mental breakdowns,cheating,marking up,toxic behaviour

authors note: this will be showing themes of toxicness and just manchild behaviour,i am not trying to romanticise it in any way!!i might make this a series so please do send in some thoughts or requests we have💖

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who met you at a bar on your birthday.

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who love bombed you to the point he met your family two weeks after you met

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who didnt tell anybody about this thing for your own ‘good’

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who buys you whatever you want anytime he messes up

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who is is so easily jealous he cant cope with you talking to a boy cousin

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who lets you scream and shout and cry and throw things at him,knowing full well you will come crawling back soon enough.

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who let you cheat on him and makes you feel so bad,but what he doesn’t tell you is whatever you did with that boy he did something a thousand times worse with other girls.

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who ,eventually,introduces you to his friends as a friend from home.

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who likes to mark you up so no other boys want you

SITUATIONSHIP!AB….who forgave you for smashing up his car

alfie buttle x reader

angst

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mini series!!

notes : I needed a faceclaim bc there is some social media bits and I’ve recently became obsessed with Addison Rae because she’s beautiful!! also her songs are Olivia deans because shes also beautiful and so is her songs!! there is just so many more photos of Addison

the sponge squeaks against the already clean plate. the water has caused wrinkles to form on your finger tips yet you don’t let up - not until you hear the soft click of the front door shutting. you watch the soapy bubbles form as you squeeze the sponge dry before setting it aside.

you stay frozen at the sink, taking deep breaths as you muster up the courage to have the conversation, to get the words out no matter what. they fill the silence that is otherwise empty, apart from the footsteps heading your way.

“you’re still up?”

you turn, eyes blank. “well you’re about,” you tap your phone on to check the time, “four hours late. how am i meant to go to sleep without knowing you’re safe?” your tones dry and the weight of your words lay heavy on alfie.

he tried to make his brain work quicker as he took in your appearance. your eyes looked darker than normal. you looked exhausted, and he knew it was because of him. he just didn’t know how to fix it.

“I thought I text y—“

“i’m not dumb, alfie. don’t give me another excuse.” you raise your voice slightly as you grab the tea towel to dry your hands, “you know what, maybe i am dumb. I must be for putting up with this bullshit for so long.”

you throw the towel down on the counter, bringing your hands up to press into your eyes. “what bullshit?” alfie quickly becomes defensive, “i’m sorry for working on my career. I don’t know what else you want for me. you told me to do this!”

“I didn’t tell you to fucking forget about me, did I?” you quickly snap back, “you’re too busy making comments about chatting up girls in videos to remember that just because the public doesn’t know you have a girlfriend, doesn’t meant you’re single! i’m sick of this cycle. i’m always last on your priority list. you don’t even bother asking about me anymore! you have no idea what’s going on in my life anymore.”

“oh, don’t play that card. yes i do!” alfie retorts back but you can only scoff. “you don’t get to play victim just because im out working. that’s not how the world works. i’m sorry to break it to you, darling.”

you shake your head as you feel hot tears begin to brim your eyes. you move by him and to your shared bedroom, his footsteps following behind. you ignore his presence as you grab a bag and begin to put clothes in it.

“you don’t ever fucking hear me, alf.” your voice quivers as you speak. you couldn’t make eye contact as you shoved your essentials in your bag, “i’m constantly ignored, you don’t give a shit. its just an endless cycle and i am done! i’m exhausted.”

your voice breaks as you zip up your bag and throw it over your shoulder. you finally meet his eyes and you realise his expression has softened. he’s finally realised what he’s done. how he has affected you, but its too late.

“wait, wait,” he stepped infront of you so you couldn’t slip by him again, “i’m sorry, darling. you know I love you.” his voice was low as he tried to reach for you but you swiftly stepped out of his way.

“do you? because all i feel like right now is a trophy wife that just sits and looks pretty for whenever it’s convenient for you to see me.” you retort. alfie clears his throat and opens his mouth but nothing comes out. he’s lost for words.

“so what, we’re done?”

“yes.” you respond quicker than your brain can process what this really means. all you could think of was the hurt that had consumed you in the past few months of the relationship. you couldn’t put up with it anymore.

alfie was speechless. he stood and watched, expecting you to back track but instead you moved by him. he followed you to the front door as you marched right out of his door, car keys in your hand as you left his life without even looking back.

eight months later..

INSTAGRAM

reader my first album, one side out now.

user obsessed with you hottie

user let alone the one you love is officially my new fav song!!!

user who broke this girls heart?!

user AND IF YOU KNEW ME AT ALLL YOU WOULDNT TRY TO KEEP ME SMALL

user ‘it isn’t perfect but it might be’ on repeat!

you fixed the collar of your hoodie as you snuggled up on your couch, face mask on, sipping from your redbull while letting your curlers marinate as you scroll on your ipad.

the album had done much better than you thought it would have. enough to quit your job. you had saved up for years so you were prepared for whenever you felt ready to put all your effort into music, and with the final push of leaving alfie you were ready.

two weeks after him you released a single which went viral, and the new album was quickly catching up. it was bittersweet. personally you were at your worse, but professionally you were where you had always dreamed of.

you were interrupted from scrolling by a phone call, one which you quickly picked up. “hii, liv.” you grin as your best friends face showed up. she was in a similar state to you, curled up on her own couch.

“hi, lovely.” she smiled back, “did you see the new fellas clip?” your eyebrows scrunched - a clear indication you hadn’t. you grabbed your phone, immediately switching to youtube. “what am i looking for?”

“the newest episode—“

“minute 38.” a deeper voice appeared in the background. your eyes flickered over and liv turned the screen to show isaac was also on the couch with her. you were liv’s friend but he has dealt with your heart break as much as she did - though he didn’t have much choice.

you don’t question how he knows the exact time, instead going to it on your phone. your screen showed alfie, cal and chip. alfie looked like he had put on more muscle from when you’d broken up. you sighed at it.

a secret part of you wished he had done the opposite.

you heard the end of a sentence on celeb crushes, alfie not answering which shocked you. he usually would’ve when you were dating, using the excuse that he didn’t want the fans to catch on he was in a relationship.

“wait don’t you guys know that one singer?” chip perks up a little as the idea rushes into his head, “I could go back to the old place and write your name—“

chips awful rendition of your song was cut off by freezy laughing, not impressed which his singing. “nah, you’ve just butchered that.” he commented. chip glanced at him before looking at the producer, stanley, “I think I did quite well, thank you very much.”

“but my mrs is obsessed with her. all the time, there is either her playing the song or her singing it.” chip explained on why he had brought you up.

you watch as alfie fumbles a little, cal saving him by moving on to sing another one of your sings until it turns into the two boys being told to stop singing and move on to another topic.

you grumbled as you turned your phone off and turned to your ipad. “i’m so stupid.” you sighed while fixing ur face mask, “i can’t even be butt hurt because I made the big deal about not telling anyone cause if i wanted to be in the limelight I wanted to do it myself, but it’s so weird seeing him pretend like i don’t exist.”

“aww, honey.” liv pouts her lip into a frown as she stares at you through the screen. “he didn’t play it off that well,” isaac up from beside her, clearly moving over to be beside liv on the phone, “tiktok ran with it and might have found a…certain photo.”

you raise a brow, “what are you on about?”

“someone from your private insta has posted a screenshot of a post you had of him.” she revealed, and your heart dropped. you only had family and friends on that instagram, and you had deleted the photo quickly after the breakup. you didn’t even use it anymore, creating a full knew one for your singing.

“are you being fucking for real?” you exclaimed as you clicked on the notification liv had sent you, your past actions coming to slap you in the face as the couple watches your face drop through the screen.

🐰, yes!!

thinking about you and him going on an unofficial ‘break’ for the umpteenth time just for him to go and sleep around with other women whilst you’re on said ‘break’.

imagine him coming home really late at night and you’re still sat on the shitty sofa in your trailer, watching some shitty reality tv show rerun all tired-eyed with a couple of rugs wrapped around you after putting the kids to bed waiting for his arrival.

🐰, this is so him coded i can’tttttt….

thinking about him just yelling in your face over the smallest of things, whether that be you asking him to maybe make a little bit more of an effort around the trailer or you asking him to do something with your kids, he’s always blowing up in a fit of anger with you.

imagine him just yelling in your face, “well i never wanted three fuckin’ kids anyways! and i never fuckin’ wanted you around either!” as you’re practically in tears, sniffling as you scramble to pack your bag after telling him you’re going to go live at your parent’s house with the kids because you can’t be around him anymore.