#askarsgard imagines

[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]

hii, can you write something about the reader interacting w alex's family please??

You never quite got over celebrating with the Skarsgards, even for events that weren’t usually your favorite. You had a tendency to stray away from your own family escapades, unless it was immediate, but with Alex’s family, their gatherings felt natural. And regardless, there was no way Alex would ever let you live down missing something this big. His little baby brother was becoming a daddy. And Stellan was doing everything in his power to plan the most wonderful shower for Bill, because how could he not? Everyone was to be there to celebrate the new Skarsbaby. Honestly, you loved kids, but baby showers, were not your thing. They felt orchestrated to you and you usually had a habit of getting utterly fucked up at them, but for Bill, you would make the exception.

Of course, Stellan Skarsgard was not planning an orchestrated, simple baby shower. The entire thing once again felt wonderfully effortless, yet over the top. The event space was immense, white candles of different sizes graced the floor and delicate, minimal flower arrangements were placed on each table. Place cards were set. There was every type of pastry you could imagine, even a bar to get a hand rolled cigar. Yes, Gustaf tried to convince him out of that, said it wasn’t a wedding, just a shower, for a baby. And that Bill didn’t even want anything that big. But let’s be real, it’s Bill, we’re speaking of here, and he  is having a baby. It was going to be some shade of over the top, even Alex knew that. Everything was some shade of cream or taupe, from the soft linen curtains that hung from tall windows on high, vaulted ceilings, to the three tiered cake that was presented beautifully in the front of the room. The lighting was comfortable, a soft haze and it felt like you were captured in a warm hug when you step foot inside.

“What’s in your cup?” you questioned Valter, pointedly. You had both ended up at the bar, and everyone was mingling around. Alex was somewhere screaming about how Bill is going to dress the baby, probably in fucking sweaters, and what not, Bill is in the crowd, laughing with one of his third cousins and reluctantly being pulled away to socialize with someone else mid conversation. “Ginger ale.” Valter responded without a blink. You narrowed your eyes at Alex’s younger brother, taking a second to try to look into his glass, which he held for you to see. “Are you lying?” you narrowed your eyes at him as you asked.

Honestly, Eija was handing you drinks all night and you were too gone to tell, so looking was no use. “Absolutely. Yes I’m fucking lying,” he said before bursting into a loud laugh from the look of utter confusion and annoyance on your face. You pursed your lips at him a little and punched his arm playfully, but it was too late, you guys were cackling at the bar and gaining a few glances and stares. You two were both too drunk and foolish to notice the two giants approaching, arms around each others shoulders, Bill’s face flushed red from all the talking he was doing and Alex just boyishly excited by it all. 

“The hell you two going on about?” Bill said as the two approached, his arm still around Alex. Normally, you would think it was a beautiful sight, both of them dressed to the nines and color coordinated for the shower. But, the energy was different right now, there was a excitement in the air, and everything felt hilarious. You and Valter paused- looking at the two of them only incited more laughter from the two of you. Bill and Alex glanced at each other, puzzled. “Get your girl, Alexander.” Bill muttered with a little chuckle, their laughter was contagious. Alex shook his head, still grinning, slightly rolling his eyes at you and his younger brother. “She’s had too much, if she’s laughing this hard at Valter’s jokes.”

Eija floated over and joined the circle of you by the bar, in a cream turtleneck dress that hugged her frame perfectly, Aperol Spritz in hand, looking like a supermodel as per usual. “How do you always look so good?” You questioned, and beamed at her, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Valter. “Shhhhh. I love you.” She said bumping her head against yours. “Alex, do me a favor and get my favorite girl a drink, will you, please?” Eija playfully commanded her older brother, giving him a wink, and Alex glared at her and muttered something in Swedish, but handed you whatever the hell was in his cup, even though you didn’t need it. You were about to take a sip when you were interrupted, Gustaf was clinking a spoon to a glass and calling for a toast in the buzzing room, and everyone was quieting down to listen to his speech. 

Oh I loved this ask. I needed soft baby shower family gathering things....hope this sufficed bb.