Can I request a fluff with ArthurTV, where he and the reader (y/n pov) has a baby togheter (boy/girl you can decide).
Inspired by this photo of Danny Aarons. Something like Arthur is filming a reaction video with the boys, and the reader comes in with the baby because she need to do something (you can decide).
So she asks if he can look after the baby, all the boys thinks its so cute and talks to the baby. And Arthur is a super cute dad just pure fluff. Maybe if you want you can write also how the fans react after the videos is uploaded. đđ€ Hope you understand and its not to confusing.
Hii, thank you so much for this super cute request omg! I hope you like it đđ
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The Cutest Interruption
Summary: Arthur is filming a chaotic reaction video with George Clarke, Cam Kirkham, and Italian Bach when you quietly knock on his home office door. Your baby girl refuses to settle unless sheâs held, and you need both hands to make her bottle. Arthur takes her instantly, right on camera, slipping into soft, melty dad mode with zero hesitation. The boys crumble, the internet melts, and the surprise baby cameo becomes everyoneâs favourite moment.
Warning: so much fluff, soft dad!arthur, baby cameo, just George, Cam and Isaac losing their minds
Word count: 890 đž
Arthurâs home office door is cracked open just enough for you to hear the chaos happening inside â the familiar mess of George yelling, Cam cackling, and Isaac arguing dramatically in the background of whatever theyâre reacting to.
Your daughter squirms in your arms, her soft little whine building in her chest. Sheâs fighting sleep like itâs her sworn enemy, clinging to your shirt with her tiny fist. You need both hands to make her bottle, but she refuses to be put down without sounding like sheâs auditioning for a dramatic role.
You take a breath, shift her weight, and knock softly on the office door.
Instant hush inside.
Arthurâs voice comes, warm and cheerful:
âCome in!â
You open the door slowly.
Arthurâs back is to you at first, his headset slightly crooked, hair tousled from where your daughter tugged on it earlier. His monitor shows the three boys on Discord in their little squares, George leaning forward, Cam in some weird angle, Isaac gesturing wildly about something.
Arthur turns, sees you, and then sees her.
His whole face melts.
âHellooo, my girls,â he says in a voice so soft it almost sounds like someone else.
George immediately presses his face close to his webcam.
Your daughter looks at them like theyâre the ceiling fan, mildly interesting, but not important enough to stay awake for.
You laugh.
âSorry to interrupt, she wonât let me put her down and I need to get her bottle sorted. Can you take her for a minute?â
Arthur is already standing.
Like he genuinely teleports.
âCourse, babe. Come here, sweetheart,â he murmurs, arms open, eyes shining.
The second sheâs in his arms, she melts against his chest like she belongs exactly there. Arthur kisses the side of her head. Then again. And again. Because he can.
âWere you being dramatic for mummy, hmm?â he whispers. âYeah, thought so.â
George slaps his desk.
âSTOP. That dad voice is illegal.â
Cam giggles.
âHeâs gone. Fully dad-mode activated.â
Isaac: âSomeone record this for evidence.â
Arthur sits back down, balancing her effortlessly with one arm while turning back toward the monitor. She clutches his shirt in her tiny hand and settles like heâs her personal lullaby machine.
âRight lads,â Arthur says, bouncing her lightly, âweâll keep going. Sheâs reacting too.â
Your daughter lets out a tiny squeak, not quite a cry, just a sleepy complaint.
Isaac gasps.
âShe has spoken.â
George wipes a fake tear.
âHer debut in the reaction industry.â
Arthur kisses the top of her head and shakes his head at the boys.
âSheâs just telling you she prefers Uncle Cam.â
Cam places a dramatic hand on his heart.
âShe WHAT? Iâ Iâm honoured.â
You stand there for a moment, watching your boyfriend, headphones on, friends laughing in little squares on the screen, your baby fastened securely to his chest, and your heart warms so deeply you swear you could melt into the carpet.
When you come back with the bottle ready, the room is shockingly quiet.
Your daughter is fast asleep on Arthurâs chest, her cheek squished adorably against him, her little fist still gripping his shirt like she never wants to let go.
The boys are whispering.
Actually whispering.
George: âGuys Iâm gonna cry.â
Cam: âWhy is this so emotional?â
Isaac: âThis is cinema.â
Arthur looks up at you with the softest smile youâve ever seen.
âSheâs out,â he whispers.
He runs one gentle fingertip along her back, careful not to wake her.
You take her from him, and she stirs only slightly before settling back into your arms.
âThanks, babe,â you whisper.
He squeezes your waist lightly before turning back to his screen.
âAlright boysââ Arthur says quietly, clearing his throat,
âWhere were we?â
Cam fans himself.
âBeing destroyed emotionally, apparently.â
George nods.
âI need a minute.â
Isaac wipes his eyes.
âI am not okay.â
comments đŹ
user1: THE BABY CAMEO OH MY GOD I WASNâT READY đ
user2: Arthur in dad mode is something spiritual
user3: The way she instantly calmed when he held her?? My ovaries
user4: Bach gasping every 10 seconds is peak comedy đ€Ł
user5: George whispering because she fell asleep⊠this whole group needs therapy
user6: Cam being personally attacked that she likes him is SO on brand
user7: Arthur bouncing her while reactingâ heâs such a natural dad Iâm crying đ
user8: YN showing up like a beautiful side quest đ
user9: Petition for BabyTV episodes weekly please
user10: Her little hand gripping Arthurâs shirt⊠end me đ
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summary: walking into INSIDE, you did not expect to see your ex-boyfriend there too
content: exs to lovers , swearing , light angst , mentions of sexual experiences
notes: chapter one !!! wahoo !!! i did sack off anna just for this, but now i feel like it shouldâve been lydia âcoz she was kinda irrelevant ⊠oh well
THE LAST THING you thought you were going to see when you first crossed the threshold into the INSIDE house, was a very attractive man behind a glass wall.
Admiring your surroundings, you noticed how it was only slightly different from the last season, as they previously had no one to greet and instruct them. You adjusted your brown flared leggings over your stomach and untwisted the strap of your white tank top.
âHello.â You smiled, waving at the man and wheeling your suitcase forward.
He nodded at you and then gestured to the conveyor belt, âLuggage on there please.â
You grunted as you heaved your brown and pink polka dot suitcase onto the platform, watching it disappear.
âDo I get my stuff back?â You asked.
âItâs filtered through to make sure youâve got no contraband.â The guard-guy explained.
âFiltered through? Iâve got underwear in there!â You scoffed, âI always knew the Sidemen were perverts.â You tutted.
âThrough the doors please.â
âBye, sexy guard-guy.â You muttered, opening the door and walking through the halls.
Nerves and excitement rushed through you simultaneously, making you glide your nails along each other as you moved, creating a soft clacking noise. The fact that it was silent had you thinking you were the first one there.
That was until you saw a distressed grey jumper and light grey joggers on a very tall and well-built man, sitting at the table in the communal area.
âFor fuckâs sake.â You muttered, freezing in your spot.
His head turned to you, and you couldâve sworn time slowed down.
You hadnât seen Alfie in about 10 months when youâd gone round to his to pick up the last of your stuff, and when you had, it was an emotional time where he tried to convince you to stay for a little longer and his pleading had you breaking down in tears in the car on the way home.
âOh, hi.â Alfie said, standing up.
âHey, Alfie.â You shuffled towards him. âAre we the first ones here?â
âYeah, unless someoneâs hiding.â He joked, and you let out a barely-there chuckle. âCâmere, girl.â
You sighed, accepting his arms around you.
You would be lying if you said you didnât relax into his hold. Your own arms came around his waist, your cheek to his chest.
âHow you been?â He asked, pulling back.
âOkay,â You nodded, dropping your arms back to your sides, âYou?â
âYeah, good. Moved to London, third podcast host ⊠feelinâ good.â
âYeah, I saw.â You hummed, âWhatâs the bedding situation?â
âUhh, câmon, Iâll show you.â
You followed him through to the bedroom, where there were 12 individual beds.
âWhich one have you got?â You asked.
âOne in the corner.â
âRight.â You hummed, taking your box of clothes and settling them on the bed furthest from his.
âFuckinâell, Iâm not that bad, am I?â He snorted.
âShut up.â You giggled back.
The pair of you made your way back into the main room, sitting on the extremely uncomfortable bench. He was on the bend, you were perched on the main stretch, zoning out at the wall across from you.
This couldnât be happening.
You could not possibly be spending the next week in a house with your ex-boyfriend.
âSo ⊠You excited to be here?â
âYeah.â You replied, âWill be interesting.â
âYouâll be good about the money spending. You wonât do too much.â
âThanks.â You smiled awkwardly, âYou wonât.â
He cackled, scratching the inner corner of his eye with his thumb.
âYouâre gonna meal upgrade every day.â
âProbably.â
âAlfie.â You sighed, looking up at him and tilting your head with a scolding but amused glint in your eyes, âYou canât. Be sensible. You can hack rice and beans for a week. You donât eat anything with flavour anyway.â
âJesus, stop shitting on me, girl.â
Another head popped around the door at that moment, tall and tanned in grey joggers and a white t-shirt.
âOh, shit!â Alfie laughed, standing up to greet Marlon.
âNice to meet you, bro.â Marlon hugged him.
You stood up, hugging the newcomer next.
âHi, Iâm Reader.â
âYeah, I know you. You did the uh- uh- PLT shoot, right?â Marlon said.
âYeah, werenât you doing the Nike shoot at the same time? Like across the warehouse.â
âYeah, yeah. That was a busy day, man.â He chuckled.
Alfie sat himself on one of the stools as you sat on the end of the rock-hard sofa, watching the two men get giddy about seeing each other. You chuckled at their enthusiasm.
âWhereâd yâall put your clothes at?â Marlon asked.
âOn my bedâ Oh, yeah, claim your bed.â Alfie answered, getting up to walk him through to the bedrooms.
You didnât bother going with them, keeping your spot on the seat and gnawing on the tip of your acrylic nail.
This was hell.
It truly was.
You didnât think INSIDE would be too hard, but now seeing that you would have to be here with Alfie, you were coming to the conclusion that youâd severely underestimated the psychological warfare that this experience was about to put you through.
Every time you looked at him, you were overwhelmed with warm flashbacks of the two of you. Ones where you were giggling in bed together at night, ones where you were throwing food at each other while trying your luck at baking, ones where he would hold you while laughing because you were crying over something silly.
Perhaps you would just have to ignore him for seven days.
If you even made it that far.
They came back from the bedrooms, sitting on the right of you.
âReader, do you do just modelling or?â Marlon striked up a conversation.
âI do beauty content on TikTok and Instagram.â You answered, âAlso I kinda went a bit viral for just ranting about shit. I had a video where I was in my bathroom just sobbing and shouting about not running out of time and stuff, itâs actually really funny looking back on it.â
âRunning out of time?â He laughed.
You noticed Alfieâs eyes cemented on you as you spoke, not even giving Marlon a glance when he was speaking.
âYeah, I felt like I was constantly being rushed in life and it sent me into a crisis where I realised I wasnâtâ like, there was no need to be rushing. Anyway, yeah. That blew up. Clearly the people related.â
âSo youâre famous for influencing and crashing out, got it.â He joked.
You laughed at him.
A bright pink tracksuit caught your eye as another contestant walked in.
âIndiyah!â You screamed, running up to her and hugging her tightly.
âReader!â She grinned, hugging you back. âI did not know you were here!â
âI didnât know you were gonna be here either!â
âAh, yeah, Love Island.â Alfie said, greeting the girl with a hug, âIâm Alfie, nice to meet you.â
Gradually, the other contestants joined the house until you were in a full house of 12. You were all congregated on the âsofaâ, you sat between Chian and Marlon, talking with the girls with your back to the boys.
Out of sight out of mind.
âWhatâs the minimum that you would like to go home with at the end of the day?â Eddie asked the group.
âHow about this! How about this, nobody has ever gone home with over 500. So we can reallyââ Marlon said.
âSet a record.â You added.
âYeah!â Chian gasped.
âSo if we all really lock in that we gotta be over 500,000, I think thatâs reasonable.â
âItâs not gonna happen, but we should try.â Alfie commented.
âYeah, not with you here.â You muttered.
âOi!â He exclaimed, frowning.
âDo you two know each other?â Chloe asked loudly.
You nodded slowly.
Awkwardly.
âDid you used to date or something? Youâre acting so awkward.â Alhan asked, analysing your body language.
You glanced over at Alfie, but he just stared back at you, as if expecting you to speak.
âNah! You definitely did!â Chloe exclaimed, âReally?! Oh my God! Why did yaâs break up?!â
You huffed, getting up and removing yourself from the room.
That was not a conversation that needed to be had in a room full of strangers.
You ended up sat in the dressing room, busying yourself with fixing your makeup and running over the same mantra fifty times in your head.
âItâs not that deep, itâs just for a weekâ.
âReader, you okay, lovely?â Indiyahâs voice chimed sweetly.
You turned around, giving her a tight lipped smile and nodding.
âYou sure?â She sat on the stool next to you.
âYeah, itâs just that thatâs not a conversation I wanna talk about, yâknow?â
âTotally.â She nodded, âYou donât have to tell anyone your business with Alfie. She shouldn't have asked that in front of everyone, but I donât think it was done maliciously.â
âOh, no, me neither, but ⊠still kinda annoying.â
âHe did shut it down, by the way. When you left, he just told everyone to move on and not bring it up again.â She informed you.
âYeah, but I didnât what it being known because now I feel like itâs gonna cause unnecessary tension within the whole group, like, thatâs between me and Alfie and itâs how I wanted it to be kept, but ⊠oh well.â You shrugged.
âWell, even if it does get brought up again, we can just shut it down. Nope, nope, nope. Not a conversation that needs to be had.â Indiyah reassured you with a hug before managing to convince you to come back to the communal area.
Eyes were on you but you didnât care, placing yourself between Chian and Indiyah this time, keeping yourself another person away from Alfie.
Just as you sat down, the Sidemen came into the room with loud hollers and cheers.
âWelcome to INSIDE!â KSI shouted, making everyone clap.
âYour prize fund starts at one million pounds!â
âBut! There can only be one winner ⊠So trust no one.â
Everyone shared guilty or suspicious looks.
âThe shop is now open!â Tobi announced.
Immediately, Marlon, Expressions, Chloe and Alfie were rushing to the shop, whereas everyone else followed behind leisurely.
You felt a firm, large hand on your shoulder. When you turned your head, you saw Eddie.
âHi.â You smiled softly.
âHey, you alright?â
âYeah, all good.â
âJust so you know, donât feel pressured to answer anyoneâs questions about your relationship with Alfie. Thatâs your privacy, no one else needs to know.â Eddie told you gently.
Considering the sheer size of him combined with the intimidating factor, he was actually very sweet.
You nodded, âI know. Thanks.â
In the shop, Alfie was up to the camera in the corner, muttering to it.
âReader! Share crisps with me!â Indiyah grabbed your arm.
âIf youâre buying them, okay.â You nodded, watching her go and speak to the camera, confirming the order.
Alhan began speaking then, âItâs the first day. Fuck the cushions, yeah? Just be smart with your money, put it towards your meal upgrades. Imagine a prosecco later.â
You raised your hand, wanting to speak.
âOi, let Reader speak.â Alfie cut in through Chloeâs whining about wanting an alcoholic drink.
âIf we keep this whole âsaving money for meal upgradesâ going, then surely theyâll just raise the price of a meal upgrade? Itâs, what? ÂŁ5,000 now? Tomorrow, it could be ÂŁ10,000 just because of our plan.â You theorised.
âIt wonât be 10 grand, blud.â Expressions tutted, shaking his head.
âCushions already are.â Saffron backed you up, âAnd weâve been whining about getting them already.â
âI get what youâre saying. Thatâs smart. Thatâs smart.â Marlon nodded at you.
After everyone had order what they wanted, you all went off separately, the girls congregating in the bathroom.
âI donât trust the boys.â Chian said immediately.
âTrust the boys about spending, or?â Lydia blended her lipliner in with her finger.
âBe careful, though, you donât wanna create a boys versus girls thing already âcoz that just gets messy.â You reasoned, âI think the boys will be good in challenges. Alfie will be, just saying, heâll just force himself to lock in, but heâll be shit when it comes to food.â
âReally?â
âYeah, heâs a proper fussy eater, so Iâm just saying, heâs a guaranteed meal upgrade for every meal, thatâs, what? Minimum ÂŁ15,000 a day?â
âCan you talk to him about that? Get him to not?â Lydia asked.
âI can try.â You shrugged.
âI think boys ⊠like, they need the energy.â Chian said, âSo theyâre not going to be stupid in voting the girls out.â
In the living room, the boys were having a very similar conversation.
âI think theyâre smarter than us, bro, theyâre smarter.â Expressions tapped the side of his temple.
âI donât know, theyâve got Chloe from Geordie Shore and Saffron Barker. I dunno how much smarterââ Alhan scratched his beard.
âNah, Readerâs smart. Sheâs very smart.â Alfie but in.
âShe is?â Ben hummed.
âYeah, and her and Indiyah are already friends. Those two are a guaranteed duo.â
âWill Reader betray her, you think?â Marlon asked.
Alfie pulled a âmehâ face, scratching his beard, âI dunnoâ Nah, nah, she wonât. Sheâs far too loyal. I thinkâ I think if itâs one of them to betray each other, itâll be Indiyah betraying Reader. Sheâs too soft.â
âReaderâs soft?â
âHave you seen her, bro?â Expressions laughed, âLeft the room when someone asked about her relationship with Alfieâ Whatâs that about?â
âI donât wanna get into it without her being here, but essentially, I was just a massive prick.â Alfie admitted awkwardly.
âDamn, bro.â Marlon tutted.
When lunch rolled around, a lot of the guys were in uproar about the pathetic meal of rice and beans, whereas you just took the styrofoam container and began eating out of it.
âIs it good?â Lydia nudged you, and you nodded.
âItâs just a bit boring, is all.â You hummed before skipping into the main room to sit at the table and eat in peace.
Everyone joined you after a while, Alfie (for some reason) stood directly beside you with his meal upgrade next to your basic one.
âDâyou want some?â He asked softly.
You looked down at the sandwich seemingly composed of meat, vegetables and cheese, and shook your head.
âWhat, you being sensible?â He smirked, picking the meat out to eat.
âWell, yeah, not spending 5 grand on a meal upgrade when I can just hack rice and beans.â You shrugged, your reply blunt and dry, a bit like your rice actually.
He gave you an awkward smile and nodded, taking note of your bored tone.
Since he saw you for the first time in 10 months, Alfie was really hoping that he could reconcile with you in here. Surely the forced proximity would be good for him to make a move and try and fix things, but that wouldnât be possible if you kept avoiding him or being dry. He knew that he fucked up a year ago, and he knew that you probably hated him, but he was still desperately in love with you, and he was 99% sure that would never change.
He needed to get you back.
He would do anything to have you back.
After getting changed into the blue tracksuits theyâd provided you with, you were sent to the challenge arena for the first official challenge of the season.
KSI and Simon were stood either side of a wooden box that had a clear one on top of it, and holes for what you assumed was your head to go into.
âThis is Too Close for Comfort.â KSI introduced, âEvery round, two Insiders will be paired and asked a juicy question. In order to complete the challenge, they must truthfully answer each question. However, whilst doing so, a few distractions will take place. If the distraction is too much too handle, they can press the red button and step out of the challenge. But, doing so, will cost the team ÂŁ10,000.â
The first ones to go were Lydia and Expressions, in which they were asked âWho do you think has a zero chance at winning?â and âShag, marry, killâ with different footballers, all whilst cockroaches roamed their head and the box.
They did it successfully, and everyone else began having their go, Indiyah being the only to opt out once rats were placed in the box with her head.
âOkay, the final round. Reader, AB.â Simon announced, making you huff. âThis time, youâre not gonna be facing the tank.â
The pair of you were whisked off and told to put on swim wear, him in black trunks and you in a black one-piece.
When you came back, the tank had been replaced with an ice bath.
âFor fuck sake.â You muttered, looking down at the water.
âYou have a very cold bath.â
You both took your robes off.
âReader, you got this.â Indiyah cheered you on.
You held onto the rim of the tub, placing one foot and then the other, screaming at the cold.
âShit! Shit!â You hissed, lowering yourself slowly out of fear of sending your heart into shock, âItâs so fucking cold, Iâm gonna pee!â
âThis is a joke.â Alfie sat across from you, teeth chattering as he gripped the edges of the tub, âYou good?â
âFuck, itâs so cold. Whatâs the questions, just go.â You flapped your hand.
âUh, yeah, letâs bring in the eels first.â
âWhat?!â You screamed, immediately standing up, your knees knocking together from the cold.
âIf you get out, that is 10,000!â KSI shouted.
You whined.
âReader, Reader!â Alfie spoke to you, knocking his hand against your thigh, âSit down, câmon. Itâs fine.â
âNo, itâs fucking not!â
âOi, oi, chill.â He tried to calm you, âJust sit down, donât get out.â
You huffed and lowered yourself again, squeezing your eyes shut and not even watching as the eels were placed in the tub with you.
You screamed when one brushed your leg.
âAy, ay, ay.â He patted your hand.
You unclenched your eyes, looking at him as he offered you his hand.
You took it without thinking, squeezing his fingers tightly.
âAB. What is your most embarrassing moment?â Simon asked him.
âErrrââ He looked across at you, âCan I say nutting too early?â He said it knowing it would cause you to laugh, which it did.
You let out a little chuckle, eyes still clamped closed.
He was happy to have relieved you from stress for a quick second.
âIâll take that.â Simon nodded, âName drop of who it was withââ
âAlright, chill out.â Alfie scoffed amusedly.
âReader?â
You hummed, nodding.
âYouâre fairly open on TikTok about sex and the whole âbig sisterâ mode.â
Again, you nodded rapidly in a panic about the eels slithering around you.
âWhatâs your biggest kink?â
Your head snapped towards them, mouth gaping open.
The rest of the contestants laughed while Alfie rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.
âI canât say that on Netflix.â You laughed awkwardly, âYouâll all get into trouble for airing it.â
âYo, what?!â KSI cackled, âWhat the fuck is it?!â
âAB, say it for her!â Alhan said.
âNo, then weâre all getting into trouble.â Alfie exclaimed.
âSize difference!â You shouted, âCan I get out now?!â
âI think sheâs lying.â Simon spoke to KSI. âThatâs quite tame, no?â
âPlease please please can I get out?!â You squeezed Alfieâs hand tighter.
âWeâre gonna have to push you for a betterââ
You whined loudly, teeth chattering.
âI donât know what you want me to say without getting you into trouble with the big Netflix guys!â You huffed.
âIs it that bad?â
You gave them a challenging look.
âOkay, okay, weâll accept size difference, you can get out.â
You wasted no time hurling yourself over the edge of the tub and wrapping yourself in a robe and putting slippers on.
âFuck the both of you.â You shivered.
In celebration of the challenge being complete, you were all given cushions to make the sofa a hell of a lot more comfortable.
Back in the main house, everyone set the cushions up on the couch and dinner was ready.
Once again, a dish of rice and beans.
Unfortunately, over half of the contestants ordered a meal upgrade.
Eddie ended up taking the steak whereas the rest of them got a burger.
âDo you want some steak?â He asked you.
âNo, Iâm okay, thanks.â You smiled gratefully regardless.
âReader, why are you bare good? Like, proper goodie-two-shoes.â Expressions said, sat across from you.
You kinda blanked a little, not expecting such a spontaneous question.
âUmmmââ
âClearly sheâs not! Did you not watch that last challenge?!â Alhan laughed.
You blushed furiously, taking another spoonful of rice into your mouth.
âYeah, whatâs with the no-spending?â Chloe asked.
You shrugged, âIâm just not arsed. Itâs rice and beans, better than what some people get. I can take it for seven days if it means I get to go out and have an entire, like, banquet afterwards.â
âBurger.â Alfie muttered, dropping half of one in front of you.
âI donât want it.â You muttered.
âOi,â He muttered under his breath, âEat it.â
âNo. Iâm not following your money spending scheme.â You tried to joke out of it, picking it up out of your box and handing it back to him.
He sighed, not trying to create a scene in front of everyone and took it back, eyeing you as you leisurely ate your rice and beans.
At the end of the day, when you were all gathered around on the sofa, relaxing into it now that it was comfortable, the money showed on a screen, the number lowering and lowering until it was at ÂŁ934,250.
You scoffed out laughter, âThatâs so much in one day!â
Everyone was sat around trying to figure out what was the main reason, and it was decided on meal upgrades. You gave a disappointed look to Alfie.
âWhat?â
âYou need to stop.â You said honestly.
âStop what? Upgrading my meals? You know I canât hack boring shit.â
âYou eat plain chicken nuggets every day, you can deal with rice and beans for seven.â You pulled a face.
You were wandering the halls with a makeup wipe, taking off whatever was caked onto your face when you saw Alfie slipping out of Room 19.
You frowned at him and he smiled awkwardly at being caught.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI bought something and it told me to go to Room 19.â He replied.
âAlfie!â You hissed, âStop spending money!â
âIt was spontaneous! I wonât do it again, promise.â
âLiar.â
It was quiet between the two of you until you asked the right question.
âWhat did you buy?â
âUhhh ⊠Promise not to tell anyone?â
You held your pinky out for him.
He laughed at the childish action, knowing that you didnât play about pinky swearing as he hooked his to yours. He stepped closer, and you were practically chest-to-chest, you gazing up at him.
âThereâs an elimination tomorrow, Iâm safe from it, and I got to pick another person to be safe with me, while picking three people to be nominated for eliminations.â He whispered.
Your hand slapped over your mouth.
âDid you pick Marlon?
âFor safety?â
You nodded.
âNah, I picked you.â
Your expression softened, hand falling away from your face.
âAlfie âŠâ
He didnât let there be any time to dwell on it, âAnyone you donât like? Gotta pick three to eliminate so give me some names, girl.â
âIâm not doing that.â You shook your head, moving to walk away until he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
âReader.â
He said your name with such softness that you couldnât help but stay.
âCan I at least tell you my plan?
You exhaled sharply but nodded.
âIndiyah spent 10K in the challenge, Chloe and the booze ⊠but I dunno who else.â
âExpressions, but you didnât hear it from me.â
âHe pissing you off?â Alfie smirked, reaching out for your hand and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
âHeâs just loud. Itâs not even that heâs got energy âcoz heâs not bouncing off the walls. Heâs just jarring.â You shrugged.
âLook at you, my little angel but youâre chatting shit.â He chuckled.
âShut up.â You scoffed, hitting him back and consequently having his hand drop from yours. âAlso, donât call me that.â
âWhat?â
âYour angel.â You murmured, âIâm not yours anymore, Alfie.â
He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, âI know, I know. Just ⊠havenât spoke to you in ages, it was an accident, sorry.â
You hummed, nodding, âOkay.â
â⊠Howâs your mum?â
âAlfie âŠâ
âJust conversation, girl.â
âItâs not one that needs to happen.â You whispered, ending it before it even started and walking off.
summary: Youâre visiting Harry while he hosts hide and seek at his house, he tells the guys not to bother you⊠but do they ever listen? | Harry x fem!reader
notes: fluffmas day 22! only 3 left :( based on this request! Hope this lifts ur spirits on a monday happy reading <3333
Harry tells them very clearly. âDonât go in the living room.â
He says it before filming starts, while everyoneâs milling about and Ethanâs already trying to wind him up. He says it again when cameras are rolling, and people are scouting out hiding spots.Â
âSheâs knackered, sheâs travelled, sheâs not part of the video,â Harry insists, pointing vaguely down the hall. âLeave her alone.â
Naturally, that means the living room becomes the most attractive hiding spot in the house.Â
Youâre curled up on the sofa with one of Harryâs hoodies on â the soft grey one that smells like him â legs tucked underneath you, phone in hand, only half watching whateverâs on the telly. You can hear the chaos echoing through the house: drawers slamming, whispered arguments, Ethan laughing too loudly.
You smile to yourself.Â
You havenât seen Harry properly in weeks. Long-distance does that thing where it makes the mundane feel precious â sitting on his sofa, wearing his clothes, existing in the same space without a screen between you.Â
The door creaks open.Â
âShh, shh, shh.âÂ
You look up just in time to see Simon, Ethan, and Tobi practically falling into the room, eyes wide and panicked.Â
âWhat are you-â you start.
Ethan presses a finger to his lips. âHide and seek.â
Simon grins. âWeâll be quiet.â
They absolutely will not be quiet.Â
Before you can argue, they scatter â Simon crouches behind the armchair, Tobi squeezes himself awkwardly behind the curtains, and Ethan⊠Just lies flat on the floor behind the sofa like thatâs a normal decision.Â
You blink. âHarry said-â
âWe know,â Simon whispers. âBut we havenât seen you in ages.â
As if summoned by your conversation, footsteps approach in the hallway.
Your heart jumps anyway.Â
The door opens again, and Harry slips inside, closing it carefully behind him like heâs sneaking into a secret.Â
âHi,â he murmurs, instantly soft, eyes lighting up when he sees you. âYou alright?â
You nod, smiling. âYeah.â
He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping down beside you without a second thought. One arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like itâs muscle memory.Â
He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one to your cheek.
Behind the sofa, Ethan bites his fist to stop the laughter.Â
âYou having fun?â Harry asks quietly, thumb brushing over your arm.Â
âMmâ, you say. âYour mates are being loud.âÂ
He huffs a laugh. âTell me about it.âÂ
Simon watches in disbelief as Harry leans in again, forehead resting against yours now, his voice dropping even softer.Â
âIâve missed you,â he says.
âI know,â you reply gently. âI missed you, too.â
Harry exhales, like heâs been holding that in all day. He kisses you properly this time â slow and familiar, like heâs grounding himself.
Tobi has to look away.Â
Harry pulls back just enough to smile at you, nose brushing yours. âIâll win this, you know.â
âYou say that every time.â
âAnd Iâm right every time.â
He grins, kisses you again, then finally â finally â stands up.
âIâll come back,â he whispers, like a promise.Â
The door clicks shut.Â
The room explodes into silent hysteria.Â
âOh my god,â Simon breathes. âHe didnât see us.â
âHe kissed her THREE TIMES,â Ethan whispers harshly. âIâm gonna be sick.â
Tobi shakes his head. âHeâs got it bad.â
Two minutes pass with you chatting and catching up with the guys, then the door opens again.Â
Harry slips back in like he forgot something.Â
He goes straight to you again.Â
âI forgot to ask,â he says softly, hand resting on your knee. âDo you want to get food after this?â
Simon squeezes his eyes shut.Â
You laugh quietly. âYes.â
âCool,â Harry says, relieved. He leans down, kisses you once more â quick, sweet - then pauses. âOne more.âÂ
He kisses you again.
Behind the armchair, Simon silently mouths this is ridiculous.
Harry finally straightens up, completely oblivious, and leaves the room.Â
The second the door shuts, Ethan sits up. âIâm telling him.â
Simon snorts. âHeâll be mortified.â
Tobi smiles fondly. âNah. Heâs in love.â
When Harry eventually bursts back into the living room later, triumphant and smug-Â
-and finds all three of them staring at him-
âYou lot hid in here,â he realises slowly.Â
Simon grins. âYeah.â
Ethan adds, âYou kissed her like four times.â
Harry freezes.
Then he groans, covering his face, âYouâre joking.â
You laugh, tugging his sleeve until he drops back onto the sofa beside you. He wraps an arm around you immediately, burying his face in your hair.Â
request:Â this is a req!! alfie and his mrs fluff, where theyâre at josh and sabinas wedding and his mrs catches the bouquet from the bouquet toss despite not jumping for it like everyone else did, leading everyone to tease Alfie the whole night
a/n:Â first fanfic as buttlesangel, tell me why im scaresd stop
The wedding venue is buzzing with energy as you make your way through the crowd, searching for Alfie. The evening sun casts a golden glow over the garden, illuminating the fairy lights strung between trees. You spot him immediately, heâs unmistakable even from a distance, broad shoulders straining slightly against the fitted navy suit jacket he's wearing. His curly brunette hair catches the light, styled perfectly as usual, and you can see the hint of his small moustache and slight beard even from across the lawn.
"There she is," Chip calls out, spotting you first. He turns to Alfie with a grin. "Your mrs has arrived, mate."
Alfie turns, his green eyes lighting up when they land on you. "Girl, where've you been?" he asks, his voice carrying that familiar roadman esque vibe that makes your stomach flutter. He opens his arms, and you practically run into them, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against yours.
"Got caught up helping Sabina with her dress emergency," you explain, pulling back slightly to look up at him. His defined arms wrap around you securely, making you feel safe and cherished.
"Typical," Alfie chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Always sorting everyone else's dramas out, you look gorgeous darlinâ."
The ceremony is beautiful, Sabina looks absolutely radiant as she walks down the aisle, and Chips dark eyes shine with emotion as he watches her approach. You squeeze Alfie's hand during the vows, feeling a surge of emotion yourself, tears welling in your eyes. When they're pronounced married, the cheer from the crowd is deafening.
At the reception, you find yourself seated at a table with Alfie, Chris, Bach, Arthur, Cal, Harry, and Stan. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses.
"I still can't believe Chip is married," Chris says, shaking his head. "And Iâve not got a girlfriend yet."
"Iâm sure Shannonâll still have you if youâll take her mate," Arthur replies, swirling the champagne in his glass.Â
"Found himself a proper rocket, didn't he? Makes two of us." Alfie teases, grinning at you, earning a playful shove from you and bellowing laughs from those around you.Â
You smile at his stupid words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Alfie catches your eye and winks, causing your cheeks to flush slightly.
When the dancing starts, Alfie pulls you onto the floor, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as you sway to the music. "You look like a little fucken tart tonight, girl," he grins drunkenly mucking around in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
"Yeah I'd look sexier in white at one of these things," you reply, tracing the line of his jaw with your finger. "That suit was made for those shoulders."
He laughs, a deep rumble that you feel more than hear. "Fuck off reader, youâll get a ring one day, and that dayâs not soon. Maybe I should start wearing suits more often then."
As the night progresses, the DJ announces it's time for the bouquet toss. Sabina takes center stage, turning her back to the crowd of eager women.
"All the single ladies, make some noise!" the DJ booms, and the crowd erupts in cheers.
You stay toward the back of the group, leaning against a table with a glass of wine in hand. You're not one for these kinds of traditions, and besides, you're hardly single.
"Come on, girl!" Flo calls, beckoning you forward, she's dating Arthur herself so seeing her in the flock of girls made it slightly more tempting. "Get in there!"
You shake your head with a laugh. "No thanks, I'm good right here."
Alfie comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "What you doing all the way back here, then? Shouldn't you be up there fighting for the bouquet?" he teases.
You lean back into his embrace. "I think I'll leave that to the desperate ones, I've no need when I have you." you reply with a smirk.Â
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Good. Don't want you getting any ideas about rushing me to the altar."
Sabina counts down, and with a final "three, two, one!" she tosses the bouquet over her shoulder. You watch as it arcs through the air, seeming to move in slow motion. The women in front of you jump and reach, but somehow, the bouquet sails right over their heads, landing directly in your outstretched hand, the one you'd casually raised to take a sip of wine.
For a moment, there's stunned silence. Then, the room erupts.
"No way!" Liv shrieks, pointing at you. "You didn't even try!"
You look down at the flowers in your hand, then up at Alfie, whose jaw has dropped.
"Oh for fucks sake, reader how has thisâ," he says, his eyes wide. "What did I just say about not getting any ideas?"
Before you can respond, you're surrounded by their friends, all talking at once.
"It's a sign!" Chris declares, slapping Alfie on the back. "You're next, mate!" that earned a few snickers and taunts from everyone telling chris he is just âmad itâs not him.â
"Properly next," George adds, grinning. "That bouquet practically came in on her. Good luck for paying with the wedding, this one's expensive. Youngla is gonna have to do a bit more than give commission for an ad."
Alfie groans, burying his face in his hands. "I take it all back. You lot are worse than my mum."
"Admit it, mate," Cal says, nudging Alfie with his elbow. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"
"Thinking about how I'm going to kill you lot, more like," Alfie retorts, though there's no real heat in his voice.
You can't help but laugh at his predicament. "Don't worry, baby," you whisper in his ear. "I'm not booking a venue just yet."
He looks at you, relief warring with something else in his green eyes. "Promise?"
"Cross my heart, although I am a little offended, you really donât wanna marry me?" you reply, mock upset, pouting, holding up the bouquet as evidence.
âDonât be silly, itâs not about you angel, could never be about you. Itâs about the timinâ, and now is not the timeâ Alfie softly chuckles, holding you against his chest.
The teasing continues throughout the night, with various friends stopping by your table to offer their congratulations, and their unsolicited advice about wedding planning, even their baby name ideas which really earn a scoff from Alfieâs face.
"Should start looking at venues now if you want to get married next year," Bach advises seriously, his arms wrapped around a giggling Liv. "Good ones book up fast."
"Or you could just elope," Flo suggests, Arthur nods eagerly amused next to her and chimes in. "Way less hassle."
"Nah you gotta do it proper," George counters. "Weâll get Vikk to perform a DJ set, although youâd have to make it a kid friendly wedding if you actually want guests to come."
Through it all, Alfie maintains a good natured grumbling, though you catch him looking at you with a soft expression when he thinks you're not paying attention.
As the evening winds down, you find yourselves sitting together at a quieter table away from the main crowd.
"You know," Alfie says, taking your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "When I said not to get any ideas..."
You look at him expectantly. "Yeah?"
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I didn't mean never. Just... not yet, yeah?"
Your heart does a little flip at his words. "I know," you reply softly. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Because I'm planning on keeping you around for a long time, girl."
As you leave the wedding, hand in hand, the bouquet still clutched in your other hand, you can't help but smile at the irony. You hadn't wanted to participate in the tradition, yet somehow, it had found you anyway. And as Alfie squeezes your hand, you think that maybe, just maybe, the tradition had known something you hadn't, that this man beside you, with his silly little vlogs, was indeed your future.
"So," Alfie says as you reach the car, breaking the comfortable silence. "What are you going to do with that bouquet?"
You look down at the flowers, then back at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. "I was thinking I might press it. You know, as a reminder."
He raises an eyebrow. "A reminder of what?"
You step closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. "That even when I'm not trying, fate still knows we're meant to be."
He laughs, the sound warm and genuine in the night air. "Cheeky," he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss you again. "But you're not wrong."
âI love you, readerâ Alfie mutters, staring into your eyes, his expression melting at your face, your eyes looking up at him.
âAre you gonna propose now? Is this it? Why arenât you on one knee?â You teased, fake squealing and jumping
pairing: harry lewis x reader
synopsis: a chaotic night at sidemen hijingo takes a blurry turn when you lose all focus on the game and completely abandon your team to find cozy, clingy comfort on your boyfriend's lap.Â
word count: 3.8k
tags/warnings :alcohol consumption, clingy reader, established relationship, fluff
âWelcome to Sidemen Hijingo!â
The room erupted into cheers and applause as Simonâs voice echoed through the venue.
Purple and pink neon lights washed over the venue, reflecting off glasses scattered across each table. Conversations overlapped from every direction as everyone started getting comfortable in their seats, already laughing amongst their teammates before the game had even begun.
You were teamed up with Tobi, Becky, and Pie, seated right in between them with your first bingo card and drinks splayed across the table.
âI just know that today is going to end badly for me.â You said turning to Tobi.Â
âFor as long as you follow the rules and donât say Hijingo, donât worry I got you.âÂ
âOf course you do, ya big softie.âÂ
Across the room, you caught sight of your boyfriend Harry, with his own team staring at you.Â
The second he noticed you looking back at him, he grinned and sent you a thumbs up.
You rolled your eyes, and turned back to Simon as he continued to list the rules, asked for team names and started the first round.Â
Immediately, everyoneâs attention snapped towards the front to see the first number call out.Â
âNumber Twenty-sevenâ
Chaos had well and truly commenced.
Round after round, drink after drink, mystery challenge after mystery challenge, nobody seemed capable of staying quiet for longer than five minutes.
Every few moments, another table would erupt into cheers or groans, followed almost immediately by someone insisting the game was rigged in their favour or against it.
Your team, somehow, was doing well.
Mostly because Tobi seemed to have developed an unnatural ability to spot numbers before they even properly registered on the screen.
The moment one appeared, he was already leaning forward.
âWeâve got that.â
âTobi, this is getting ridiculous,â Becky laughed as she marked another square.
âIâm just efficient.â
âOf course, itâs literally thee TobJZL,â Pie added, though he was smiling into his drink.
Tobi sat back like heâd just been crowned champion of something far more important than bingo.
Across the room, another team erupted into cheers, followed instantly by loud, dramatic protests from somewhere else. The entire venue never really settled; it just shifted between different bursts of noise...
You found yourself smiling at it all without really thinking, resting your chin in your hand.
The drinks didnât help.
Not in a way that made anything unclear or blurry.
Just in a way that made everything feel slightly softer at the edges. Easier to drift through. The loud voices around you started to blend into a warm, comfortable background track.
You took another slow sip of your drink, feeling the cool liquid hit your throat, and leaned back slightly in your chair.
Across the room, Harryâs table was in its usual state of controlled chaos.
George and Bach were deep in yet another argument about whether the system was âemotionally biased,â while Arthur looked like he had accepted that logic was no longer required for participation.
Harry was laughing through all of it.
He wasn't trying to steer the conversation. He wasn't really contributing to the argument.
He was just enjoying itâproperly enjoying itâthrowing his head back like the whole thing was the absolute best part of being there.
It made you smile before you even realised you were doing it, your gaze lingering on the way his eyes crinkled.
âGot it.â
Beckyâs voice pulled you back as the sharp clack of the marker hit the table.
You blinked, shaking yourself out of the daze, and glanced down. âAlready?â
âYou were looking elsewhere,â she said simply, her eyes tracking the screen as she spoke, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
âI was multitasking.â
âSure you were.â
Tobi didnât even look up from the card, his finger tracing the grid. âWeâre two numbers away.â
That pulled your attention back in properly. The competitive spark finally nudged its way through the alcohol.
For a while, you actually tried.
You followed the screen. The calls. The reactions around the table.
You leaned forward when everyone else did.
You marked things when Becky told you to.
It almost worked.
Almost.
But the room was too loud, too vibrant, to fully settle into. There were too many things happening at once, pulling at your senses.
A sudden shout from another table pulled your attention sideways.
A loud cheer from somewhere else followed it a second later.
Then laughter â Harryâs distinct, wheezing laugh echoing over the music. His table was briefly visible between people moving around the venue, a pocket of bright energy in the crowded room.
You didnât turn fully this time.
Just caught it in passing.
Enough to register the sound.
Not enough to completely lose track of everything else on your own table.
Still, Becky noticed the half-second delay.
She didnât comment immediately.
She just slid the pen back across the table, her fingers tapping a quiet rhythm against the wood, and continued watching the screen.
A few beats later, she glanced side-long at you again.
Not annoyed.
Just⊠noting it.
Like sheâd quietly started keeping count of something else entirely.
Tobi marked another number off the card with a flourish.
âWeâre actually flying through this,â he said, leaning back slightly in his chair like he was inspecting his own masterpiece.
 You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by the ambient noise of the room, your eyes still half-focused on the board.
For a moment, it almost felt like you were fully back in it.
Almost.
âGot it,â Becky said again, already reaching for the marker before Tobi even had a chance to react.
You blinked, looking between the card and her. âWaitâhow are you both seeing these so fast?â
âWeâre paying attention,â Tobi said, throwing a playful look your way.
âI am paying attention.â
Becky gave you a look, her eyebrows raised, without actually looking away from the screen.
âThatâs not what Iâm seeing.â
You frowned, shifting in your seat. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means,â Tobi added lightly, his tone teasing, âyouâve got a delay.â
âI donât have a delay.â
âYou do,â Becky said simply.
âI donât.â
A beat.
The neon lights pulsed overhead, casting long shadows across the table. Becky finally turned her head slightly toward you, letting her marker rest.
âYou do a thing.â
âI donât do a thing.â
âYou do,â Tobi nodded, chiming in seamlessly. âItâs consistent.â
You narrowed your eyes at them, trying to look serious. âWhat thing?â
Becky didnât answer straight away.
Instead, another number boomed through the speakers, and both of them reacted instantly, their eyes darting to the card.
You were a fraction slower.
Not enough to lose the point entirely.
Just enough for Becky to notice the hesitation again.
âThere,â she said, marking it with a definitive click.
âI was literally right behind you.â
âEmotionally behind us too,â Tobi added with a grin.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. âThatâs not a thing.â
âIt is now,â Becky said.
You shook your head again, but you were smiling, the warmth of the room catching up to you.
Across the room, another massive burst of noise went up from the far tables.
Your head instinctively turnedâ
You caught yourself halfway.
Stopped.
Looked straight back at the card like you had just narrowly avoided a crime, staring hard at the little printed squares.
Too late.
Becky had already seen the movement out of the corner of her eye.
Tobi had too.
There was a long, deliberate pause at the table.
Then Tobi leaned back in his chair slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye.
âI think we should start charging her for every time she looks over there.â
You gasped, your jaw dropping slightly. âExcuse me?â
Becky hummed in agreement, tapping her chin. âWe could increase team funding. Buy another round.â
âI am right here,â you protested, looking between the two of them.
âYou are,â Tobi agreed, his smile widening. âJust⊠intermittently.â
âI am fully present.â
Becky finally turned to look at you properly now, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand.
âAre you though?â
âYes.â
A beat.
Another number was called out by the announcer.
You didnât look this time. You kept your eyes glued to the center of the table.
You were proud of that.
Genuinely.
Until Tobi spoke again, his voice dropping to a casual, conversational whisper.
âHarryâs laughing again.â
Immediately, your head turned.
Instantly.
Without permission from your brain.
There was a sudden, heavy silence at your table.
You froze, your eyes locking onto Harry's table for a split second before you realized what you'd done.
Slowly, you turned your head back around.
Becky was already smiling, holding back a laugh.
Tobi was biting his lip, trying desperately not to break.
You stared at them, your cheeks warming up under the pink lights.
ââŠThat doesnât count.â
Becky tilted her head, her smile spreading. âIt absolutely counts.â
âIt was informational,â Tobi added helpfully.
âI hate both of you.â
Becky reached for her drink, finally letting the full smile show now as she lifted the glass to her lips.
âWeâre just saying,â she said lightly, the ice clinking softly against the glass, âyouâve got very fast reaction timesâŠâ
Another number flashed up on the big screens.
Becky marked it instantly, her hand moving without hesitation. Tobi followed a second later with a nod, checking it off his own mental tracker.
You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the sticky wood of the table, already trying to refocus your attention when the loud announcement suddenly cut through the room.
âRight â mystery challenge!â
The entire venue shifted at once, a collective wave of movement and chatter rising as the neon lights began to pulse a deeper shade of purple.
Becky turned to you immediately. Her expression changed, turning less focused on the card and more on you as a slow grin spread across her face.
âOoo, go on then.â
You blinked, pointing a finger at your own chest. âMe?â
âYes,â she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Tobi nodded from across the table, leaning back in his chair. âYou should go.â
âI should?â
âYeah,â Becky said, already smiling. âYouâll be good at it.â
You hesitated, looking at the marker still in your hand. âBased on what exactly?â
âVibes,â Tobi replied.
âThatâs not a qualification.â
âIt is here,â Becky said, shifting in her seat and standing slightly now to give you room.
Across the table, Pie gave a lazy thumbs up, his eyes crinkling as he took a sip of his drink. âGo on. Represent us.â
You looked between all of them, completely outnumbered. âYouâre all just sending me up there?â
Becky laughed softly, the sound almost lost to the bass of the room. âWeâre not sending you. Weâre encouraging you.â
âThat is the same thing.â
âNo it isnât,â Tobi said.
âIt is emotionally,â you muttered.
Becky leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a secret over the roar of the crowd. âHonestly, itâs perfect timing. Youâve been way too locked in on the wrong things anyway.â
âI have not.â
âYou have,â she said gently, her eyes darting briefly toward the other side of the room before she smiled back at you. âGo. Have fun with it.â
Tobi pointed a finger toward the front of the venue where a small crowd of people was already starting to line up by the stage. âPlus itâll be chaos. Youâll like it.â
You hesitated for a second longer, the pink neon light catching the edge of your glass. Then the noise of the room rose again â laughter, movement, chairs shifting against the floorboards, people calling out to each other as they got up. And somehow, that decided it.
ââŠFine.â
Becky immediately lit up. âYes.â
Tobi nodded approvingly, crossing his arms. âGood choice.â
Pie clapped once, a short, sharp sound. âProud of you.â
You stood up, still half-protesting under your breath, but already being gently waved forward by the encouraging hands of your own table.
âI hate you all.â
But you were already walking forward, joining the rest of the selected players weaving through the crowded gaps between the tables. And as you moved through the shifting crowd toward the frontâ
Your attention flickered, just for a second, across the room.
Harry was already right there among the rest of the group on stage â just another person caught up in the same chaos, like this was completely normal.
And somehow, that made it easier.
âHi,â you said, almost under your breath as you stepped closer.
Harry turned immediately. A grin appeared on his face the second he saw you, looking like nothing about this was unusual at all. âHello.â
You didnât even think about it before closing the small gap between you. The hug was quick â natural, easy. One arm each, a brief squeeze, like it was just something that happened without needing permission.
âWell look who decided to participate,â he said as you pulled back slightly, his hand lingering for a fraction of a second.
âI didnât choose to,â you replied immediately.
âSure.â
âI didnât.â
âI believe you,â he said, not sounding like he did at all.
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. Around you, the rest of the group was shifting into place, laughing, talking, settling into that familiar pre-challenge chaos. Before either of you could add anything else, Simonâs voice cut through the room.
âRight â listen up everyone!â
Neither of you fully let go straight away. You stayed in that half-second of contact, still half-facing each other, while the room slowly shifted into attention around you. Simon continued explaining the rules, gesturing as he spoke about a rock paper scissors tournament. Fast rounds. Immediate elimination. Simple enough that everyone was already nodding along.
Still half in the hug, Harry glanced toward the front. âThis is going to be chaos.â
âIt always is,â you said.
A small laugh left him. Only then did the two of you properly separate â not abruptly, just naturally as attention tightened across the stage.
You barely had time to settle before Simon was already speaking again. âRight â everyone pick someone. Rock paper scissors. Winners move on.â
The stage erupted instantly. Fast rounds, loud reactions, and people dropping out almost as quickly as they stepped forward. It stopped feeling like separate matches after a while, narrowing down exactly how everyone expected it to until it was obvious, even before Simon said it over the microphone.
âRight,â Simon sighed, looking between the two of you. âOf course itâs you two.â
The room erupted immediately. You let out a small laugh, turning slightly to find Harry already looking at you, still smiling.
âYeah, that makes sense,â he said.
You rolled your eyes. âUnfortunately.â
Simon raised a hand, and the noise dipped just slightly â enough for the moment to land. You stepped forward, Harry did too, and the rest of the stage blurred into background noise. Just the two of you now.
"Rock. Paper. Scissors."
Instant. You played. A beat.
Thenâ"I win!"
The room exploded. Harry immediately laughed, shaking his head as he stepped back. "Course you do," he said, the defeat fading into a proud, effortless smile as he looked at you.
You blinked, staring down at your own hand like the reality hadn't fully caught up yet. "...I actually won that."
"Yeah," he nodded, stepping closer to nudge your shoulder playfully. "You did."
Simon pointed a finger toward you through the roaring noise, his voice booming over the microphone. "Rightâyour team gets to pick a number!"
You caught Beckyâs frantic signaling from across the room and called out, "Number Fifty-eight!"
The venue reacted immediately with a massive wave of cheers, groans, and shouts of disbelief. And thenâ
"HIJINGO!"
Your table erupted into absolute madness. Becky's voice sliced clean through the ambient noise even from a distance, screaming, "I KNEW SHE'D GET IT!" while Tobi threw his hands up, laughing hysterically at the sheer luck of it all.
On stage, Harry looked down at you, his eyes crinkling. "Not bad."
You gave him a small, satisfied look, soaking in the high. "Obviously."
Before heading back down, Harry gave your arm a quick, affectionate squeezeâa private beat of warmth amidst the loud chaosâbefore you both parted ways to return to your respective sides. You practically floated back to your table, met with high-fives from Pie and triumphant cheering from Becky and Tobi. For a couple of rounds, the adrenaline kept you completely locked into the cards, matching Tobi's hyper-focus number for number.
But the peak of the excitement eventually began to cool.
As the next few rounds ticked by, the game slowly settled back into its usual, rhythmic chaos. Numbers continued to be called, teams celebrated, and Georgeâpredictablyâresumed his ongoing, passionate argument that the entire venue had a personal vendetta against him.
And that was when your attention, warm and slightly fuzzy from the drinks, began to drift across the room again.
Somewhere along the way, you completely stopped making a conscious effort to stay at your own table.
At first, Becky had been strict about it. She had marched over, physically guided you back by the shoulders, and reminded you that they still had a game to win. You had sat down, taken an obedient sip of your drink, and stared hard at the card. But the alcohol was making the room feel too warm, and Harry's table had a gravitational pull you couldn't fight. Less than ten minutes later, you had drifted right back.
This time, Becky didn't follow. Across the room, you caught her catching Tobiâs eye, pointing a finger at your empty chair, and dramatically dropping her head into her hands. They had officially given up on you.
Completely liberated, you stepped up right behind Harryâs chair, letting one hand settle absent-mindedly onto his shoulder.
Harry didnât even look up, completely unfazed by your sudden reappearance. Arthur was in the middle of a sentence, George was still complaining, and the game roared on around you, but Harryâs hand instantly lifted from the table. Without a word, his fingers slipped between yours, locking your hands together like muscle memory.
To be fair, the boys had seen this happen countless times. Whenever the group went out drinking, there always came a point in the night where you became significantly more attached to Harryâs side than your own.
You stood there for a few minutes, contentedly swaying to the music, before gently nudging his shoulder. "Harry."
He finally looked up, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Hm?"
You looked at him, then eyed the crowded, occupied chairs around the table, and then looked back down at him with a sleepy pout. "Can I sit here?"
A soft smile immediately tugged at his lips. "Yeah, sure baby."
Harry gave your hand a small tug, guiding you down until you settled comfortably onto his lap. His free arm wrapped naturally around your waist, your legs sideways across his lap.Â
"Comfortable?" he murmured against your hair.
You hummed happily, resting your head on his chest. "Very."
"Good."
And that was that. Across the venue, Becky slowly lowered her glass, watching you completely dissolve into George's latest dramatic story. She nudged Tobi, pointing with her chin, before gesturing to Pieâwho was currently engaged in a very passionate conversation that seemed to be making perfect sense to him and absolutely nobody else.
"Yeah," Tobi laughed, taking a sip of his own drink as Pie joined in on a random cheer across the room. "She's gone, and he's completely tuned out. We're the only two left."
Across the room, the game had officially become background noiseâat least for you. George was already in the middle of another joke, fully committed to a bit that seemed to get more ridiculous every time he opened his mouth. Arthur was laughing, Bach was laughing, and unfortunately, so were you.
âYou cannot seriously think thatâs true,â Arthur said through a laugh.
âIt is true.â
âItâs literally not.â
âIt absolutely is.â
George looked around the table like he was expecting support. Your hand immediately shot up. âI agree with George.â
âThank you,â George said instantly.
Harry looked up briefly. âYou donât even know what heâs talking about.â
âDonât need to.â
âThatâs concerning.â
You pointed at George. âHeâs got conviction.â
âExactly!â George said.
Arthur laughed harder. Harry just shook his head before looking back down at the card in front of him.
One hand resting on the table. The other still loosely wrapped around your waist. Not because he was paying particular attention to it. Just because at some point youâd ended up there and neither of you had thought to move.
âYou are encouraging him,â Harry informed you.
âI think heâs funny.â
âHe already knows that.â
âGood.â
George looked delighted. Harry looked significantly less delighted. You grinned before settling further against his chest.
For a moment, Harry glanced down at you. Then at the nearly forgotten card in front of him. Then back at you.
âYouâre supposed to be helping your own team, you know.â
You tilted your head. âMy team seems fine.â
Harry snorted. âRight.â
And despite the fact that George was still talking, Arthur was still laughing, and numbers were still being called somewhere in the backgroundâ
Neither of you moved.
A few moments later, another drink appeared on the table.
Your eyes immediately lit up.
Harry noticed.
Unfortunately.
The second your hand reached for it, his got there first. His fingers closed around the glass before you could even touch it.
"Harry."
"No."
You stared at him. "You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
"You don't."
"I absolutely do."
You frowned. He looked entirely unconvinced.
Without another word, he slid the drink slightly further away, out of your reach, before reaching for the glass of water beside him. The one that had been sitting there mostly untouched for the last hour.
"Drink."
You looked down at it. Then back at him. Then back at the water.
"You're no fun."
"Drink."
Arthur laughed. George pointed at Harry immediately. "He's doing that thing."
"What thing?" you asked.
"The protective boyfriend thing."
"I am not," Harry said.
"You are."
"I'm literally not."
Bach was already laughing. Meanwhile, Harry simply continued holding the glass of water out towards you. Waiting. Patiently. Like he already knew how this was ending.
With a dramatic sigh, you finally took it from his hand.
"There we go."
You narrowed your eyes, taking a slow sip. Harry looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Satisfied, he returned his attention back to the card in front of him. One hand resting on the table. The other found its way back around your waist without a second thought.
The game carried on around you. Numbers continued being called. Teams continued celebrating and complaining in equal measure.
And somewhere between the drinks, the laughter, and the constant chaos of the room, the rest of the evening seemed to settle into something comfortable.
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you and alfie try soft launching the fact that you have a daughter, but the internet struggles to catch on.
content/warnings: smau, dad!ab, established relationship (alfie and reader have been together since school), your daughter is 2ish years (sorry if some pictures arenât as consistent with her age), teeniest bit suggestive right at the end
notes: my first request! the original ask for anyone who wants to see can be found here. feel free to request anything youâd like, just check my rules first! <3
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please i beg u harry x reader age gap where harry is a bit insecure
OVER THE HILL àłàż HARRY LEWIS .á.á
summary: harry is about to turn thirty, and suddenly itâs like everyone around him has decided that means heâs basically ancient
content: age gap relationship, insecurity, mild angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
a/n: this is just harry being deeply dramatic about ageing and then immediately getting shut down by josh AND reader because they have no time for his existential crises lmao
The joke starts with Ethan. Most things do.
"Right. Who wants to help me plan something absolutely humiliating for Harry's thirtieth?"
JJ immediately sits up. "I have ideas."
"I'm twenty-nine," Harry says.
"For another, what, five months?" Ethan says. "You're basically thirty, mate. You're on the slope."
"The slope," Harry repeats.
"Downward." Ethan makes a gesture that clearly represents a long decline into nothing. "Over the hill. Out of your prime. You're not going to be the baby anymore, H. What are you going to do with yourself?"
"I'm going to put you through the wall," Harry says pleasantly.
The thing is, it's not about the number.
Heâs never cared about getting older. Or at least thatâs what he tells himself. He watched the others turn thirty, watched them treat it like a funeral, and thought: that's not going to be me. He is not someone who does that. He is fine. He has always been fine.
The number is fine.
It's more... it's more that you're twenty-four.
It's more that twenty-four means something he's already moved past. The uncertainty. When everything still felt possible.Â
He remembers twenty-four. He was posting from his and the Cals flat, uploading videos at 2 am, not sure what any of it was going to be.
You're in that. You're in that age right now,and he's watching you from the outside of it like someone looking through glass.
He's already done things you haven't. He's been to places, made mistakes you don't know yet. He has six years of getting it wrong and figuring it out that sit between you like sediment, and sometimes he looks at you tucked into his side, making plans for things that are still ahead of you, and he thinks:Â She's going to want someone who's still in it with her.
Not someone with knees that crack on the stairs.
Not someone who remembers a version of the internet she was too young for.
Not someone who's already done his stupid years.
He doesn't say any of this, though. He's Harry. W2S incarnate. That's not him. Those insecure thoughts. And so he says nothing, and he makes a joke about Ethan's mom, and he pushes those feelings away.
Until Josh finds him in the car park.
It's much later now, and the afternoon has gone soft and slow. Most people have gone home, and Harry's leaning against the wall by the back exit, staring off into space.
He doesn't hear Josh until he's already next to him, and even then, Josh doesn't say anything straight away. Just sits down beside him, close enough that their shoulders are almost touching.
"You've been weird today," Josh says eventually.
"I'm always weird."
"Different weird." He pauses. "Since what Ethan said earlier."
Harry's jaw moves. "It's nothing. Ethan's a div."
"Yeah, he is," Josh agrees, easily. "But it got into your head."
Harry doesn't answer. That's an answer enough. They sit there for a moment, and somewhere across the car park a door bangs shut.
Josh finally turns to look at him. "The thirty thing, or the other thing?"
Harry looks up, his brows furrowed. How did he know?
"I pay attention," Josh says, like an apology almost.
There's a long pause. Harry's mouth does several things without committing to any of them.
"She's twenty-four," he says finally.
"Yeah."
"She's..." He stops and exhales through his nose. "She's got all of it still ahead of her, Josh, likeâŠÂ everything. And I've done all of it. I'm not... I'm not going to be figuring anything out alongside her, am I?  I've already figured it out. She's going to want someone in it with her."
Josh is quiet for a moment.
"You think she doesn't know that?" he says.
Harry frowns. "What?"
"She's twenty-four," Josh says. "Not twelve. She knows how old you are, H. She knows you've already done things. And sheâs still here." He says it like it's obvious. Like, Harry has somehow missed the most basic part.
Harry stares at his feet.
"Youâve seen the way she looks at you. Donât act like you havenât," Josh says, quieter now. "I have eyes. The boys have eyes. It's very obvious, honestly. It's a bit much."
Harry makes a noise that might be a laugh.
"Thirty's not over the hill," Josh says. "And even if it was, she'd be right there with you. That's the point." He squeezes Harry's shoulder once, firmly, and leaves.
Harry stands in the car park for another moment.
He doesn't figure anything out by the time he gets home. That's fine. Some things take longer than a car park.
You're already there when he arrives, key on the entry table, shoes off, settled into the sofa corner with your laptop like you belong there, you do, which is still sometimes a thing that catches him sideways. A documentary is already on. He doesn't remember agreeing on a documentary.
"You eat?" he asks.
"Mhm... Had yours as well," you say, not looking up. "Sorry."
He huffs out a laugh and settles down beside you.
"You're quiet," you say after a while.
"I'm always quiet," he says.
You looked at him over the top of your screen. "You literally have not stopped making noise since I met you."
He smiled despite himself and went back to his phone, scrolling without reading anything.
You watched him for a moment, then closed the laptop.
"Harry."
"Mm."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing." He could feel you still looking at him. "I'm fine."
"Okay," you said, and the careful neutrality of it was worse somehow than if you'd pushed.
You knew him well enough by now not to force it. Which meant you also knew him well enough to know something was actually wrong.
He put his phone face down on the cushion.
"Do you ever think..." he started, then stopped.
"Do I ever think?"Â you repeated, brows raised in amusement.
"That like..." He stared at the television. Some kind of bioluminescent creature drifted across the screen, slow and alien-like. âLikeâŠÂ I dunno, that maybe youâd be better off with someone your own age?â
The silence that followed was very still.
"No," you said sternly.
"I'm not... I'm not doing the insecure boyfriend thing. I'm just." He shifted, and his knee made a noise, a small but distinctly audible crack, and he laughed once, humourless. "I'm asking. Genuinely. Because I'm gonna be thirty, yeah? And you've got... you've got years of stuff you haven't done yet. Stuff I've already done, or I'm past the point of doing, and-"
"Harry."
"I'm just saying there's gonna come a point where-"
"Harry, stop."
He did. He looked at you.
You'd turned fully to face him, one knee pulled up to your chest. Your expression wasn't pitying, which he'd been half braced for. It was something firmer than that.
"Thirty isn't over the hill," you said.
"I know that," he said, which was partially true.
"And even if it was, which it is not, and I'll fight whoever said otherwise, that doesn't have anything to do with you and me. Where is this actually coming from?" You tilted your head slightly.
He didn't say anything.
"The lads been at you?"
A pause. "Little bit." He exhaled. "And the comments. Just... you know. The usual. Wroetoshaw's getting old, past his prime, gonna be over the hill-" He did a vague, dismissive gesture with his hand, like he could wave it off. "It's stupid. I know it's stupid."
"It's not stupid if it got in your head."
"It kind of is, though."
"No," you said, simple and firm. "It's not. You've always been the youngest. That's been part of how you see yourself for years. That's a weird thing to shift."
He bit his lip. "And the age gap thing-" he started.
"Is not a problem."
"You don't know..."
"I know what I want." Your voice didn't waver. "I know it's you. And I know you're acting like turning thirty is going to make you a completely different person, and it's not, it's just going to make you the same annoying, idiotic, actually quite soft person, but with maybe slightly more creaks in the joints-"
"Oi,"Â he said.
"-and that's fine. That's what I want. That's what I signed up for."
He was quiet for a moment. The documentary kept going in the background.
"I just don't want you to look at me in five years and think you missed out," he said, and it came out quieter than he'd intended. "Like... there's things you'll want to do that I've already-"
"Then we'll do them again," you said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Or we'll do different things. Harry, I'm not with you because of what you have or haven't done. I'm with you because of..." You paused, and he thought you might go soft on him, say something earnest and devastating, but instead the corner of your mouth turned up. "Well. I'm still working out exactly why, frankly, given the state of you."
He laughed, properly this time, and it broke something loose in his chest.
"Cheers," he said.
"Any time."
He reached over and pulled you into him, and you went without complaint, tucking yourself against his side like it was somewhere you'd been a hundred times. He pressed his mouth briefly to the top of your head.
"Thirty's not that old," he said, after a while.
"It's really not."
"The lads are all older than me still."
"Every single one of them."
"And I've still got a better hairline than JJ...."
"Objectively." You smiled.
On the screen, the deep-sea creature had found something luminous in the dark and drifted toward it.
"My knees are gonna be even more embarrassing in another few years," he said.
"I know," you said, and you sounded completely unbothered. "I've already made peace with it."
He tightened his arm around you, and neither of you said anything else for a while.
FALL IN LOVE AGAIN AND AGAIN  â alfie buttle.â â¶Â ïœĄË  °đ„ Ę Ë
synopsis: little compilation of you and alfie being hopelessly into each other, everyone can see it except you and him. i loved @buttlesbunnie lowk inspired by hers so i recommend u check it out cus itâs amazing !!
(still working on fixing my masterlist n all tha shit so sorryđ) | taglist: @buttlesbunnie @bambilenny @iamemiliatv @reidnweeptv @writer-jamie @livvytv @pookietv
the podcast incident:
âALFIE SWORE HE didnât mean to bring her up again. the podcast had barely started â fifteen minutes in, maybe less. josh was already giving him that look. the one that said youâve said her name too many times, bro.
ânah, iâm jusâ sayinâ, sheâs actually bare calm to film with,â alfie said, leaning back in his chair, fiddling with his mic stand like it wasnât a dead giveaway that he was nervous. ây/n donât even get stressed when things go wrong, sheâs justââ âbro.â cal cut him off, grinning. âyou realise youâve brought her up in every episode for the past month, yeah?â
alfie blinked. ââŠhave i?.â he asked cluelessly. god bless the editors that have to cut out all the clips where alfieâs waffling about her non-stop âyeah bro, canât lie â like you haveâ josh said, trying not to laugh. âlast week it was, âoh y/n made me a cuppa, yeah, she makes it proper, two sugars, man,â like thatâs news.â
âman canât even enjoy tea now?â alfie said, hiding a smile behind his hand. they all laughed, the mics catching the low hum of it. alfie tried to play it off, as if his face wasnât flushing red already.
after posting, fans and viewers were quick to point it out.
user1: heâs GONE for her đđđ
user2: this is basically an alfie x y/n podcast at this point
user3: say youâre in love without saying youâre in love
user4: bros actually whipped its crazy
user5: he started talking abt her at 11:30 â 25:00 (timestamped)
cal leaned into his mic, still grinning. ânah but real talk, alf, you rate her.â leaning forward and resting his elbows on his lap as he stared at alfie with a cheeky look
âdonât start, bro,â alfie muttered, but his ears were red. âlook at âim!â josh said, cackling. âmanâs blushing! on camera!â
alfie laughed it off, swore under his breath, and tried to change the topic â but the smile stayed on his face for the rest of the episode.
the livestream incident
âMAYBE IT WAS BAD timing, it was a regular thing that youâd be staying at the grotto and just so happen to stay the night. because you can totally spend days on end in his gaff without any feelings between yous whatsoever.. right?.
it happened on a random thursday stream. alfie was playing some random horror game, talking nonsense with chat, half-focused, when the door creaked open. âoi, one secââ he started, turning his head.
and there she was.
y/n. hair messy, hoodie too big (his, obviously), holding a mug of tea like she belonged there.
âhey,â she said shyly, smiling. âsorry, didnât know you were live.â alfie froze. ânah, nah, itâs calm, come in.â
chat exploded.
user:âIS THAT Y/N???â
user:âSHEâS IN HIS HOUSE???â
user:âthatâs his youngla hoodie omgâ
user:âbroâs finishedâ
âyou lot relax,â alfie said, laughing, trying (and failing) to mute his mic (but forgetting the camera was still on). âshe jusâ came to drop me tea.â
âyou wanted sugar, right?â she asked.
âyeah, yeahâ thank you.â he gave her a small nod. he took it, their fingers brushed for half a second, and he looked like someone had just unplugged his brain. âyou good?â she teased, a small giggle escaping her lips
âyeah, iâmâ yeah.â
âmkay,â she said, smiling again before slipping out the door. alfie turned back to the stream, dead silent.
âdonât start,â he said before chat could even say a word.
too late.
user:âbro canât even speakđđđâ
user:âmans down BADâ
user:âshe brings him tea during streams?? wife behaviour frâ
user:âwhens the wedding?â
user: thereâs NO way that theyâre not dating !
the vlog incident:
âIT WAS JUST A REGULAR video to alfie, talking about his agenda for today.
âso weâre gonna go gym, film a pod episode, uh.. fuck â i donât really know what iâm gonna do today to be honest? maybe meet up with my girl for a little nature walk âcause i âavenât gone on one in agess..â
it was a causal slip up, maybe. it was too casual that he didnât even notice to edit it out or nothing. just left it in.
the video cuts to you arriving at his, filming you walking up to his door. âalfie not now! my hair!â you exclaimed as the strong wind made your hair go up into all different directions. he didnât turn it off yet, just simply laughed and smiled before the video cuts again to a clip of you side-eyeing him. âiâm sorry! iâll delete it i promiseâ he bursted into a fit of laughter.
time skip to you guys at a small area, the sound of gravel and stone as you both walked and chatted about random things while you watched the sun slowly set. âoh wait, the sky looks pretty â lemme take a picâ you say as you pull out your phone from your coat pocket and stood back to take a photo of the purple/orangey sky. he stood there recording but his eyes were on you, silently admiring.
âlook how beautiful this view isâ he says with the camera pointed at you before panning it to the sky. âthe skys alright as well though.â