I was wondering if you could write about reader having a bad medical emergency and how Alfie would react to it and how he would be while she was in the hospital
I think he would be so worried and overprotective with her
And him talking about it afterwards on the fellas and describing what happened ❤️❤️
hospitalized ── alfie buttle⋆⭒˚.⋆
pairing: ab x fem! reader
warnings/contents: mentions of sepsis, mentions of hospitals/being sick etc.
a/n: i chose sepsis because lowkey like one of the only things i could think of that i knew so i do hope this fits ur whole vibe
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requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx
It’s been days since you cut your leg.
Nothing dramatic. Just a stupid nick on your calf from brushing past a broken tile at home. You cleaned it, slapped a plaster on it, forgot about it. By the time Alfie noticed it a few days later, it was already scabbed over.
Now, you feel… off.
You’re curled up on the sofa, blanket pulled up to your chin even though the room isn’t even remotely cold. Your teeth chatter uncontrollably, your skin burning one minute and freezing the next. Your head throbs, heavy and foggy, like you’re underwater.
Alfie glances over from his phone. “gyal why’re you wrapped up like that?” he asks, amused. “nah you're actually bare cute, let me join”
You manage a weak laugh. “I feel grim.”
“Probably just run down,” he says lightly. “You’ve been doing too much f'me where as ive done fuckin nish this week. Come on, I’ll make you a cuppa.”
You try to sit up, but the room tilts violently. You grab the arm of the sofa, nausea rolling through you.
“Alf?” you mumble. “I feel really weird.”
He looks back at you properly this time. The joking smile fades when he sees your face, pale, eyes glassy, sweat beading along your hairline.
“You alright?” he asks, tone shifting.
“I think so,” you say, but the sentence comes out wrong, slurred at the edges. You frown, confused by your own voice. “I’m just… cold. No, hot. I don’t know. My heart’s doing something odd.”
He lets out a soft laugh, still trying to keep it light. “You’ve got the flu or something. You’re being dramatic, a fuckin papercut could take out bro”
But then you lose your train of thought entirely. You stare at him, brow furrowing.
“What was I saying?” you ask quietly.
That makes him pause.
“…You said you felt weird,” he replies.
“Oh.” You nod, then shake your head, immediately overwhelmed. “Did I? Sorry. I can’t… my head feels fuzzy.”
When the shivering starts, proper, violent tremors that rattle through your whole body, his smile disappears.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “That’s… that’s not normal.”
He kneels in front of you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re boiling.”
Your stomach twists suddenly. You barely register the movement before you’re gagging, Alfie hauling the bin towards you just in time. He holds your hair back, rubbing your back as you retch.
“I don’t like this,” you whisper, confused and frightened. “I don’t feel like myself.”
“That’s it,” he says, all joking gone now. “We’re not messing about.”
As he helps you back to the sofa, the blanket slips, exposing your leg. The cut catches his eye immediately.
The skin around it is red and swollen, the redness creeping outward in angry lines. It looks wrong. Infected.
“Oi,” he says quietly, dread creeping into his voice. “When did that happen?”
You squint down at your leg like you’re seeing it for the first time. “I… I don’t know. Did I do that today?”
His stomach drops.
“Ages ago,” you add after a beat, uncertain. “I think. It doesn’t hurt much.”
“It’s not nothing,” he says, heart racing now. “Why didn’t you tell me it looked like that?”
You shrug weakly, eyes unfocused. “Didn’t think it mattered. Do we need to go out tonight?”
The question hits him like a punch.
Alfie’s phone is in his hand before you finish speaking.
By the time the paramedics arrive, you’re drifting in and out, struggling to keep your eyes open. Alfie explains everything at once, the fever, the vomiting, the shaking, the confusion, the cut.
One of the paramedics kneels in front of you. “Do you know where you are?”
You blink at them. “…Your house?”
Alfie’s chest tightens.
In the ambulance, everything blurs. Oxygen. Needles. Voices speaking too fast. You keep losing time. You ask the same question twice. You forget Alfie’s already answered.
Alfie holds your hand the entire way, thumb rubbing frantic circles into your skin. “You’re alright,” he keeps saying, even though his eyes are wet. “I’ve got you. Just stay with me, yeah?”
At the hospital, they don’t waste time. Blood tests. IV antibiotics. Fluids pushed quickly into your veins.
A doctor pulls Alfie aside.
“She’s septic,” they say plainly. “The infection from the cut has entered her bloodstream. The confusion you noticed is part of that. She’s very unwell, but she’s here early enough that we expect her to respond to treatment.”
Alfie feels sick.
“Fuck. She could’ve died,” he says, barely able to get the words out.
“Yes,” the doctor replies gently. “If she’d stayed home.”
Alfie sits beside your bed all night, watching your chest rise and fall, flinching every time you stir, every time the monitor changes pitch. He answers nurses before you can, terrified you’ll get muddled again.
When you finally wake properly, clearer this time, your body heavy and sore, Alfie’s head snaps up immediately.
“Hey girl” he whispers. “don’t move.”
You blink at him. “Why are you… here?”
The color drains from his face for half a second.
“…Because you’re in hospital,” he says gently.
“Oh.” You look around slowly, memory clicking back into place. “Right. Sorry. I’m a bit thick.”
He laughs weakly, eyes shining. “You’re allowed. You scared me half to death.”
“You were crying,” you say softly.
“I wasn’t,” he lies automatically.
He was.
“You had sepsis,” he says quietly. “From that stupid little cut. You were really confused for a bit. I hated it.”
You squeeze his hand. “I don’t remember that.”
“I know,” he says. “it was proper fucked I've actually never been so worried”
From then on, he’s unbearable.
He checks your temperature obsessively. Won’t let you shower alone. Walks half a step behind you when they let you move around the ward. He questions every nurse, every medication.
“Alfie,” you tease weakly. “You’re hovering.”
“Good,” he replies. “Get used to it.”
The next week he goes on the fellas and you become a topic of interest.
Alfie: oh boys I have a story, I’m not even joking… last week I proper nearly lost it
Chip: Oooohh, sounds like we're gonna make banging monetization off of this
Alfie: Right, so… my missus, yeah? She’s at the London gaff, just walking around, and she brushes past a broken tile. Fuckin stupid? Cuts her leg on it. Just a little nick on her calf. She cleans it, slaps a plaster on it, forgets about it. And for normal people thats not an issue, right? Wrong.
Cal: Mate, a plaster fixes everything. How bad could it be?
Alfie: That’s what I thought. But then, a few days later, I walk in, and she’s wrapped up like she’s been in a blizzard. Blanket to her chin, teeth chattering n shit, sweating one minute, freezing the next. Bro, I’m thinking… nah, this ain’t normal.
Chip: Woah… that actually sounds proper scary you know, because how d'you know its just the flu?
Alfie: Exactly. And I’m trying to stay chill? I’m like, “Aw, I’ll make you a cuppa, you’ll be sound.” But then she starts talking weird, slurring words, forgetting stuff she just said. My jaw dropped
Cal: Jesus, AB. She wasn’t just being dramatic, wait I actually thought you were joking?
Alfie: Nahhh, this was next level. Then the shivering kicks in… proper violent, whole body. She’s sick, right in the bin. And then I clock her leg… the cut.the skin’s red, swollen, angry lines creeping out. My chest just dropped to the floor, swear down.
Chip: Fuckin hell, bro that actually minging, i cant do with anything infected
Alfie: I hate it, disgusting. I’m grabbing my phone, calling an ambulance, all in a panic. She’s drifting in and out, asking the same question like, bare confused, and I’m holding her hand, rubbing her thumb, telling her she’s fine… inside I was fuckin panicking bro
Cal: I’d melt too, bro. Proper stress.
Alfie: And in the ambulance, she keeps forgetting I already answered, driftin’ in and out, I’m like “stay with me, stay with me,” bro, I’ve never been that shook. Then hospital, doctor pulls me aside: “She’s septic. Very unwell, but caught early.” she could’ve died.
Chip: Bro, that’s heavy.
Alfie: Heavy doesn’t even cover it, bro. I've actually been worried now for no reason, I actually dropped to my knees for gyal. Bro, seeing her like that… never again. I don’t care if it’s a tiny cut, I’m not letting her be alone.
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Wrapped Around You Both — Fresh Dad Alfie Buttle x Reader
I’ve been thinking of AB with a new born baby recently and I had to write about it
You’re curled up on the sofa, half asleep under a blanket. The house is quiet except for the soft cooing of your newborn.
A small fuss wakes you up and before you can even move, Alfie’s already on his feet. His hair is messy, hoodie half on, eyes still a little sleepy. He moves quietly, instinctive, heading straight for the baby.
“Alright, alright, I’ve got you,” he murmurs softly, and you can hear the gentle way he settles her against his chest. One hand supporting her head, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. She quiets almost instantly.
You shift on the sofa, watching him. A few weeks ago he’d have been nervous, double-checking every movement, looking at you like he needed permission. Now he moves like he knows exactly what he’s doing, calm and steady.
“She’s got you wrapped around her finger already,” you say softly.
He smiles down at her. “Course she does.”
“You’ve been up every time she cries.”
“So have you.”
“Not as fast as you.”
He shrugs, still focused on her. “I hear her.”
You make room on the sofa, and he sits down beside you, careful not to wake her. You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm wraps around you automatically, holding you close.
“You should sleep,” he whispers.
“So should you,” you mumble.
“Later,” he says, brushing your hair back gently.
The baby shifts slightly and he adjusts her hold without missing a beat. You watch him, feeling your heart soften. He’s not just your boyfriend, he’s her dad now, and he makes it look effortless.
You lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek. He turns slightly and kisses you back, careful, gentle.
“She’s got your nose,” you whisper.
“Unlucky,” he murmurs with a small grin.
After a while, she’s asleep again. Alfie rests his head against yours, still holding her close. “Think she likes me more,” he says quietly.
“Definitely not,” you answer, smiling.
“Debatable,” he teases, and you close your eyes, letting yourself relax against him. He stays like that with you both, protective, gentle, completely at ease, and it’s impossible not to feel safe.
—you’ve always liked parties at your mates’ flats — the music, the stupid inside jokes, the warm buzz of everyone having a good time. but mostly, you liked them because alfie was always there, somewhere in the middle of the chaos, laughing too loudly and doing something mildly questionable for the vlog.
tonight, though, you’d taken it easy. two drinks, maybe three. enough to feel warm, not enough to start texting your ex or fall down the stairs.
alfie… yeah, he wasn’t quite as sensible.
you found him out on the balcony, leaning on the railing like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his cheeks were flushed, hair messy, eyes half-lidded but still bright when he saw you.
“there she isss,” he announced, dragging it out like he’d been waiting ages. “my favourite girl ever.” you snorted. “you say that to everyone when you’re drunk.”
“nahhhh,” he slurred, pointing at you with wobbly determination. “only you. promise.” you took your place beside him, arms brushing. “how many drinks have you had?” he frowned at his own fingers. “er… enough.” you laughed, and he gave you a soft little smile like that was exactly what he’d been hoping to hear.
for a moment, neither of you spoke. the music thumped quietly behind the glass, but out here it was calmer. cooler. alfie leaned into your arm without really meaning to — or maybe he did, you weren’t sure.
“you alright?” you asked.
he nodded slowly. “m’happy.”
“good.” you hummed
“but also,” he murmured, voice lowering, “kinda sad. weirdly.”
your stomach tightened. “why’s that?”
alfie looked at you then properly — eyes a bit glassy, expression unusually serious for someone wearing a party hat he’d definitely stolen from a stranger.
“what’s up?” you asked, leaning forward to hear him better. “dunno.. m’heads spinnin’ and josh went off with his mrs.” you furrowed your brows, confused. “do.. you want me to go get him or—“ alfie interrupts “nah not like that, but it’s just.. it’s nice to see him happy -and i’m happy for him but i’m just waitin’..” he mumbles. “waiting for what?” you tilted your head. “for someone to call mine, i want someone to fall asleep on call with, help me move into the new gaff with, play on stream with ‘nd all tha” he shrugged.
you blushed, it was cute the way he was rambling. “yeah?” “..yeah”
“i’m sure a lovely lady will make it happen for you one day” you say, more quieter than expected. because maybe, just maybe, he was talking about you.
“i don’t want any lovely lady, i want you.” he said slowly, his eyes locking with yours, soft and gentle. “you make me calm,” he admitted. “don’t even know how you do it, but… you do.” he paused, tongue running over his bottom lip anxiously. “and when i’m drunk i get honest. too honest.”
“honest about what?” you asked quietly. alfie hesitated, jaw tightening like he was fighting himself.
then, in a voice barely above a whisper:
“i like you, y/n. more than i should. more than i let on.. ’nd i hate that i only say it when i’ve had too much to drink.”
you stared at him, stunned. the boy who acted unbothered by everything, who rinsed people for fun, he was opening himself up, completely, for you.
“alfie…” you stepped closer, and he looked down at you with those soft, unsure eyes he didn’t show anyone else. “i like you too.”
his shoulders loosened, relief flooding his face in a way that made your chest ache.
“swear down?” he whispered.
“i swear.” you giggled softly
“i’m gonna be so fucked in the morning” he muttered as he leaned closer, you could smell the cologne and the scent of vanilla vodka off him. “i’ll get you some crisps and a bottle of water yeah?” you say as you push yourself off the bar before he grabs your wrist, not hard but enough to stop you. “just wait a minute, i like you here” he smiled.
“you like me anywhere” you teased. he shrugs. “and what? i’d like you if you’d come back to mine..?” he says, trying to be smooth with it but the goofy smile on his face makes you grin. “because you’re drunk and too drunk to function into an uber, yeah” you replied.
his eyes lit up, the smile growing wider before letting you go. “don’t take too long yeah?”
alfies girl would defiently go for something simple, cute but still hot.
you came out of the bathroom in your boyfriends new flat, a shy smile on your face as you turn to face him. he hadn’t seen your custome yet, and although it was simple you knew he would love it.
“fucks sake.”
his gaze moved from the small deer antlers pressed on top of your hair to your body, soaking you in as he moved towards you. “you’re unreal, girl.” he placed two hands on your waist, feeling if you were actaully real. he was sure he was dreaming.
you giggled, “you don’t look too bad yourself.” he was wearing the much simpler counter part to your outfit, camo. you wanted to be a deer and he had just went with being a hunter to match, knowing he’d make you happy even though he claimed it’s because it was ‘easy’.
CHRIS DIXON _*
chris’s girl would defiently be more out there, opting for being a victoria secret angel.
he hadn’t seen you all day. he had meetings all day so he rocked up to the party an hour late. he’d thrown on a quick custome before, something he’d ordered off of amazon the day before.
when he saw you, he realised it didn’t matter if he had put more effort into it. you would be stealing all the attention.
you feel two hands wrap around you from behind, a smile crossing your face as you lean into the warmth of your boyfriend. “you made it.” you sighed out as he squeezed your hips before placing a protective hand on your stomach, feeling the pink lace.
“i would have made it a lot sooner if I knew you were gonna look like this.” he leaned his head down to place a kiss on your shoulder, followed by one of ur neck. he was glad you’d chosen small flimsy wings, meaning he could get as close as he wanted.
“chris.” you whined - feeling shy at his attention.
he ignored it, turning you around so he can face you and really take you in. “can’t believe i have my own angel.” he kept an arm around you as he leaned down for a kiss, not pulling away until his lips were smeared with your lip gloss, a large grin on his face.
ARTHUR TV _*
arthur’s girl would plan a couples customs for the both of them, going for padme and anakin.
from the moment you two had left the flat he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes and hands away from you. he’d seen your custome, sure, but tonight he was finally seeing it all together for the first time and he lived for it.
“you’ve gave me a newfound appreciation for the stars wars films.” he spoke into your ear over the loud music of the club your group of friends had found themselves in, a protective arm around you.
you gave him a sly smirk, leaning further into his chest while placing a cheeky hand on his thigh as you press up against him to reach his ear. “you know… i was thinking maybe we should make our own film.”
he feels the blood rush to his ears as he processes your words. you caught his flushed face as you pull away but your smile only widened in return. “in the spirit of halloween, of course.” you play it off as if you don’t know your effect on him.
he crept his hand lower on your lower back, tightening his grip as you sat snuggled up into his side. “you’re gonna kill me.” he chuckled but his eyes had changed - something serious brewing as he looked you up and down.
WILLNE _*
will’s girl would definetly try to play in to one his interests.
you couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you exited your uber, making sure to get out slowly as you spotted will waiting with a smile and wave for you.
his eyes widened at your outfit, the lacy bra showing from your semi done up jacket. “hey, handsome.” you grin, throwing him an innocent wave as you walk over to him.
he’s speechless at first, hugging you in greeting before pulling away again to look at you. “you are…” he trails off as he places a protective arm around your waist, holding you tightly as he continues to just stare.
“you’re gonna catch flies, will.” you giggle as he closes his mouth. he didn’t have a retort to your joke. he just leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, pulling away with a cheesy grin.
he showed you off the rest of the night, still unable to find words for how amazing you looked.
HARRY LEWIS _*
harrys girl would go simpler for her custome.
you used whatever you had in your wardrobe. you had a black, leather top and a matching skirt with some black cat ears on top of your head. you rushed getting ready, rushing out the room with your phone in hand.
“the uber is like 5 minutes away.”
you furrowed your brows at your boyfriends lack of response. you only realised why he was so silent when you looked up and found him staring you down.
“I thought you were going simple?” he reached his arm out to signal you to come closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you to stand inbetween his legs from where he sat.
“this is.” you retorted, still confused on the lack of comprehension he was showing. he didn’t respond, running two large hands down your body until he reached your butt, giving you a firm squeeze and making you squeal.
“harry!”
“it’s not m’fault.” he leaned down to nuzzle his lips down into your neck, peppering you with kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck.
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