#alexdrabbles

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.  

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. 

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.

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)

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.

— 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.