#alexdrabbles

[shhhhhskars]

How about alexander realizing how tiny we are next to him.. Especially his hands they're huuge and as someone short and has a size kink he's the perfect guy for that 😻

932 words, fluffy things. ♡

As much as you liked Sweden, you enjoyed being in New York City with him. The city buzzed from right outside of your window and there was a 24 hour deli just one block over where you guys went to grab beers and late night munchies. Alex would throw on his Ray-Bans and a sweatshirt, his effort to be incognito, but truly, there was no need. New York City was elusive like that. You could just sort of be, slip through the crowds quietly, go about your business. Especially when they slipped out at night, the Village was buzzing with people doing more exciting things than looking for a celebrity in a deli.

And the apartment? It had so much charm, which Alex was obsessed with. The exposed brick gave the small space a cozy feel, and the dark hardwoods that ran through the entire space warmed it up. There was an original fireplace, and crown-molding, which gave great balance to the the modern amenities and stainless steel. But speaking of amenities, other than the in-house laundry that you thanked heavens for- you were on the top floor, which meant access to the roof deck, which was yours as long as you held the lease. Completely private and high enough to be hidden from the world, it was your haven out there. You guys decorated it with string lights and throw pillows, and Alex had a plethora of plants that he got from Home-Depot out there.  It was peaceful for him there, and in the Springtime when it got chilly at night, you and Alex would grab a few blankets and go up there, wine bottles in hand. You’d talk for hours. Listen to the noise of the city. Look at people walk by and wonder where they were off to.

That was your plan for this particular Saturday evening. There was no need need to go on a ‘run’ to the store, as he like to call them, because there was more than enough liquor in the house today. He waited patiently for you by the door that led up to the deck, a wine bottle in each hand, holding them tightly by the neck. “Baby? Kitchen’s fine, you know. You ready?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side a bit. He knew how compulsive you got with making sure the kitchen was sparkling. He was leaning with his back against the door, his eyes on you as you straightened up, a habit that you were never able to shake. Eyes on him now, you paused, like a thief who just got caught mid robbery. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I? Fuck. I’m awful, I know. Let me just get the glasses.” You tip toed to reach the white cupboards, prying one door open with force, his eyes still on you the entire time. When the door was open, you had to raise yourself higher, poking your head around as you hummed to yourself, looking for the wide rimmed glasses that Bill had gotten you as a housewarming gift.

Meanwhile, his eyes were still on you as you shuffled, especially looking at your feet which were propelling you into the cupboard as you tip toed up to find what you were looking for. He had to stifle a little laugh- surely, he could easily just walk over and grab them for you, but he knew that would come with a bunch of huffs and puffs- ‘what, you think because you’re freakishly tall, i can’t get some wine glasses in my own home?’- and that was not how he wanted this Saturday night in to go. So he watched, his amusement level high, and let you take your time to find what you needed. When you reached success, he was delighted by the wave of satisfaction that that washed over your face, a total opposite from the look of frustration from just moments before. 

Like a king, head held high- you turned to face him, two glasses in hand, but there he was, lips folded in, his smile lines peeking through even though he was trying his hardest to hold back a grin. Your eyebrows tensed up, eyes narrowing in. Before you could even start, he did. “You’re so tiny.” You couldn’t believe your ears, so you moved in closer to him, trying to keep a straight face, gripping the glasses tightly, but saying nothing. You were in front of him now. His eyes lowered from yours, to your nose, then down to your lips. He scanned your face silently, still holding back a painful smile. A good ‘ole stare off between you both. His eyes broke it first, they fell to the small hands clutching onto the glasses, fingers stretched to hold the wide rim. 

For a split second, you were going to let him finish. “What, are you going to say something about my elf hands, next?” And now, neither of you could hold back the smile, he burst into a heaving, uncontrollable laughs- you into a mess of giggles. It took a bit for you both to get it under control, still standing in front of each other. When it finally fell silent again, it stayed that way for a few seconds, you both trying to catch your breath. He broke the silence, glancing back down at your hands again, they were turning light pink from all the blood rushing to them. “They are...really fucking small, kiddo. Come. Let me show you how much I love you upstairs.” And you followed him after him, still shaking your head.  

Note: Alex and his hands....ugh I hope this sufficed. 

[shhhhhskars]

Idk if you can write about it but... I remembered an interview where Alex said that he is comfortable with being naked, it was the way that he were raised... for instance the reader don't feel the same way as he, whenever they need to be naked around him, he would say nice things, praising them??

disclaimer: hints at some nsfw stuff at the end, couldn’t help myself i rambled and i hope you get the feels ♡ thank you for sending me the ask, i appreciate them all.

oh hell. yes, i absolutely remember that interview and...it gave me all the feelings. first of all, it’s so amusing to me that they grew up like that because, america is  so annoying with nudity, well, it’s just fascinating to be brought up and not put so much weight on that, ya know? and, yes, sure, she’s all for freeing the nip and woman’s rights, but damn- she just wasn’t brought up to be comfortable with her body that way. yeah, she’ll wear a cute swimsuit at the beach, but when she’s leaving, she’ll tug on some denim shorts she packed in their overstuffed beach bag, so people aren’t staring, type of thing. and alex is just, so in awe of her, like, he finds it a little amusing honestly, that a creature so beautiful is sort of...shy, in a sense? 

so when they get home that night, from their little beach day, and she strips out of her denim shorts, he watches her silently. thank god they have hardwood floors in the house because shit, it’s sandy and her skin feels rough and uncomfortable, honestly all she wants is a shower. you know that exhaustion you get from a long day at the beach? when your bones feel tired and all you want is a warm shower and your bed? well, alex doesn’t get that. he’s immune to it, honestly, it’s like the salt water does something to him that just...hypes him? he’s refreshed, recharged, ready to go, an a bit too inquisitive, if you ask her- and she’s tired right now, ready to curl up with him and her book. with some tea, that he preferably made. 

“stop staring, sir.” you said through pursed lips, head slightly tilted. 

“but i like looking at you.” he counters matter-of-factly, a small boyish look in his eye.

that earned a little scoff, folding arms across the chest tightly. wanting to cover whatever you could, you glanced down at the denim shorts pooled by your ankles, and for a second considered grabbing them up, and slowly walking off into the bathroom. but, that freaking look on his face made you clench your legs a little tighter, made your insides melt. there was no denying it, you were soft for him. instead, you stood. they say flight or fight, you frequently opted for the third option, freeze.

he saw your little thought process unfold, he was so damn smart like that- and he could tell from your eye movements that you briefly considered putting your shorts back on, and being done with him. but he knew your responses and well, he hated to see his girl uncomfortable. he got up carefully from the bed, to walk over. holding you firmly from behind, his long, golden arms wrapped around your waist, your back against his chest. his body felt so warm, like the ocean water, and he still smelled like sea salt. “your physique. little marks. your curves. your belly. i love it all.” he murmured into your hair leaving a small kiss there. a sigh of relief escaped your lips, if anything was home, it was this. no man could make you feel so at peace with his words- his compliments were more than compliments, they were a soft form of acceptance, and you knew this man loved and accepted you for everything you had to offer him. those flaws that you always wanted to cover up, he had a way of making you feel like you didn’t have to, if you didn’t want to. never forceful, just loving. 

you were silent, taking in his embrace, soaking in his words. he broke your tranquil state, mumbling a little closer to your ear this time so you could hear him clearly. “you know that, right? ‘it’s the only reason i stare.” a small smile folded over your lips, your felt your cheeks getting hot. you turned around, just as carefully as he got up from the bed just moments before, wrapping your arms around his waist, putting your face close to his as you could while staring up at him. “who told you you could make me blush, sir?” you gave him a soft lingering kiss before pulling away from him. before he had time to scowl about you pulling away, you were pulling him into the bathroom with you and he was tugging at the elastic on the side of your hips. 

[shhhhhskars]

How would Alex be when his closest friends to her are male? They call her princess and the love of their lives they hug a lot, will he be jealous or?

Alexander is an alpha male, type right? So naturally, he’s very trusting, he’s not insecure, and he comes with a shit ton of silent confidence that you can just feel exude off of him. And our reader is thankful for this, because she knows her guy friends can be...a lot? She wouldn’t be surprised if Alex was completely turned off from it, because other people have been in the past. She grew up with them, and they’re extremely over protective of her, sometimes too much. Hell, they even scared a few of her other boyfriends off, but they just could never seem to shake Alexander. He just watches and listens. They purposefully lay it on thicker when he’s around, kissing her head, bring up memories in bad taste. But It’s like he’s immune to their little comments and jokes. He plays everything so fucking cool, but inside? He’s fuming. The fuck do they think they are, anyway? She’s his girl, and they clearly all want to fuck her, in his opinion. And maybe he calls Gustaf to vent about it when he gets a moment alone, because, there’s no way in hell he is jealous and only Gustaf can talk him down. Bill would probably laugh a little. And our reader is giggling and happy, as far as she’s concerned this is wonderful, but a small part of her just knows Alex too well, and she just feels like something about it bothers him. But he knows how how to hold shit together when they’re out, and this particular instance they’re in a small pub, they’ve got a table nestled in the corner, it’s nice and dim. All night, they’ve been buttering her up with the compliments, throwing their arms around her and buying her drinks, giving her kisses on her face. But see, it’s normal for them, it’s not sexually charged at all. And Alex just watches silently, eyebrows raised, nursing his IPA, giving a small chuckle and shaking his head. When they’re all leaving for the night, and everyone hugs goodbye, and they’re in the cab ride home, she can’t stop going on about how much fun she had tonight. And he’s genuinely happy for her, but he feels the slightest urge to say something. “Those boys really love you, mm?” His voice was tired, and he smiled softly. He has been listening to her carry on for about three minutes and he finally broke his silence. She paused, “Those three idiots? Please.” She has to refrain from sounding too surprised, honestly, she should have expected that he would say something. But she were just praying he wouldn’t, that he would just leave it alone for the night, that they could brush this one under the rug. “No. Not please.” He starts again, nudging her knee with his. There it is, that dominance she loved, that scared her and made her clench her legs together. There’s a small silence now, a pause, and his eyes darken. It had started raining, and the the drops were pattering down on the windows. It was silent except for the sound of the tires sloshing on the wet pavement and the humming of the car, and she froze, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do with this look in his eye. He moved closer, so his long legs and huge knees were were were flush against hers. “Don’t say please as if it’s not true. Or as if I want them to be in love with you. It’s cool that they are...I mean, who wouldn’t be?” Thanks, Gustaf. Still silently, she looks at him with her doe eyes, still unable to find the right words. Was her upset at her? She couldn’t really tell from his indifference, and she was pretty sure there were a few moments from the night that could have ticked the Swede off. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, he tried to speak again but then paused, gathering his words then starting again, wrapping a large hand over her small knee and lowering his voice. “Long as they know you’re all mine.” His eyes are still dark and overcast, and she swallowed, nodding. “They know...Alex.” She responds, eyes never leaving his, and he squeezes her knee and gives it a little pat, then leans in to give her a small, soft lingering kiss on her lips. “Good, champ.” he whispers against her lips.

[shhhhhskars]

The night was full of with small talk, too much alcohol and Alexander constantly gripping at your waist and squeezing everytime someone said something cringe worthy. It was one of those nights, socialites gathering for a charitable gala, a buzzing dimly lit ball room with no where to run. Alex would much rather be at home, but Papa Stellan had specifically requested his presence and he of course he had to drag you along with him for good measure. He loved the food, though, and helped himself to whatever they waltzed around on the porcelain dishes as well as shamelessly attacking the appetizers on your plate. When it was finally time for you two to head out, he was like a small child- grabbing for your hand, needy almost- wanting to feel you close to him. You had one too many and he was gently helping you into the escalade, making sure to lift your dress so it didn’t cling to your thin, high heels. Once you guys were securely inside, he made sure to take your hand in his, your hands tiny compared to his huge palm. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his head fall rest back on the leather seat, a small breath escaping his slightly parted lips. “Long night, lover?” you were still holding his hand when you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Very.” his voice was a barely above a murmur, you could feel the exhaustion radiating from him. Your eyes travelled down his face, to his neck, his shoulders, tensed up in his fitted suit jacket. “When we get home. I need you.” He said it cooly, like it was something he read about and wanted to share it with you. You paused, wondering where you wanted this to go tonight...

[shhhhhskars]

living with alexander would include..

alex waking up to cook you a big breakfast when you’re hung over.

going on late night drives.

heavy, pressing make out sessions before bed.

him waking up before you on sundays. you waking up to him cleaning the house with soft music playing and...is he humming?

he actually likes to do laundry. and he takes great pride in choosing your fabric softener.

him throwing you one of his shirts after you both get out of the shower, because he likes to see you in them.

big dinners at stellan’s house and holiday parties. they’re never over the top but always extremely well put together and a rush.

(you’re convinced you meet at least five new family members at each party, hands down, everytime)

video chatting and random facetime conversations when he’s away filming. you miss him more than you can imagine but he always reminds you that closeness is never about proximity.

[shhhhhskars]

sundays with alex?

so, i had a thought. there is something so special about a classic, lazy sunday. the type where you don’t have to wake up on time to go anywhere. and imagine how special they’d be the boy?

alex is a surprisingly light sleeper , and his whole thing is waking up early. on sundays though, well, there’s a bit of an exception. he sleeps in with you, he’s a little lazy with you. he takes his time to get out of bed. he pulls you into him, and well, he doesn’t let you leave the bed until you’re both fully rested. a full, comfortable nights sleep. 

he prefers to have brunch and skip breakfast. sometimes you guys take a drive out somewhere , the nice new place that opened up downtown, mimosas are a must. or, you’ll stay home, make the mimosas together, and cook a nice brunch together.

sundays are for cleaning, and you and alex both do chores. the only thing is, it’s not really a chore for him. he enjoys the mundane, folding of the laundry (yes, he picked the detergent) he matches the socks. makes sure everything is put away, neatly and organized. you sometimes just watch him in awe, he proceeds to throwing a sock at you.

at night, you take a shower, but together.

ugh, i have to continue this. i have so many feels.

[shhhhhskars]

I feel like Alex is the type to make a mother fucking Excel Spreadsheet of everything him & our girl has in the house. He’s tracking their paper towel count, soap count, shampoo and conditioner count, etc. to make sure they’re always prepared and stocked.

He tries to update it every time they grab groceries too, so it’s up to date, but naturally every now and again he forgets. When he fucks something up on there, he gets so annoyed and feels like his progress is all off and he just silently storms over to their pantry to recount everything.

An organized gentle viking boi

[shhhhhskars]

drabble 02

— First of all: to anyone who took the time to like/followed: hello!! I see you and appreciate it. This is a side blog and I haven’t worked out the whole following thing with side-blogs? I’ll get there eventually, but, until then. Just wanted to say hi and send love. I honestly didn’t think anyone would notice it much. My ask box is officially open, please don’t be shy i’m always around to chat or requests. Okay, to Skars things now. I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue but damn- I couldn’t get this out of my head last night. Wrote it really fast so please excuse any typos if there are any. These two are gonna make a mess of me.

Was that the second bottle of wine?

Yes- It was.

Alex paused. You paused. Your eyes fall on each other from across the large marble countertop, as you held the now empty bottle you tried to pour from. You both burst into laughter in less than 20 seconds, tears started to pool in his eyes from laughing so hard so sudden- you held your sides because they always hurt when you laughed this hard.“Come on, that’s it for you now, Princess.” After the long car ride home, you and Alex had decided to say fuck it, wandered into his wine room which lived conveniently in a little nook under his main staircase. He had shuffled and found his favorite Cabernet and you had climbed on his back and demanded he carried you back to the living room with a giggle. He was used to your antics and gladly did so, placing you hastily on the fluffy white rug near his large sectional. You were still in your dress from the evening, it flowed wonderfully over your hips, clinging desperately to them, and the back dipped nice and low, just like he liked. The straps were thin, almost barely there, and Alex could not keep his eyes off you the entire night. Your collarbones, the nape of you neck. You had chosen to wear black, because, when did black not work- And you hadn’t even had a chance to slip off your kitten heels. Instead, he wandered into his kitchen, brought two glasses for the wine and sat right next to you, still in his suit for the evening. He poured, you sipped, you took turns switching. Before you knew it the bottle was empty and you were drunk. Alex was clearly feeling a little wine drunk too, his face was flushed and under his ears were light red. You could always use that to tell, and you shook your head at him. Somehow you had both ended up in the kitchen, trying to pour from an empty bottle of wine- completely oblivious to the fact that you both obliterated said wine about, thirteen minutes ago? He pushed his hands under your legs, so he could easily lift you from below. You wrapped your legs around his center tightly, flung your hands around his neck and held on as he carried you back to your sitting spot again, letting you on your feet. He plopped on the floor in front of the couch, his back resting against it. You stood in front of him and gazed down at him and shit- it felt so good to be taller than him for once, to tower over him for a change. Biting your lip nimbly you scooted a little closer to him, sizing yourself up a bit. He noticed, of course, his eyes widening and his brows furrowing a little. “What..what are you..” You stepped on the outside of his thighs, your legs open in front of him straddling him standing. You caught his eye contact and held it, letting a moment pass in silence. And another. “Can I do it now?” You asked it simply, in a quiet voice. A small request, a simple request. His mouth parted and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it lightly as he gazed up your legs, his eyes stopping at your wide hips, the back up again to your face which displayed a mischievous look.