#alexander skarsgard drabble
Did Alex and Addi ever come close to ending their relationship or thought about ending it because of their crazy schedules? Of course they're both very considerate of each other's job, but there always comes a point when you feel like you don't have anything more to give. The angst is giving me chills 😫
Oh Non. Just go ahead and slap me in the face next time... that'll hurt less. But we're gonna do this because we all need a little dose of angst here and there. And here it goes...
I don't think it's the sort of thing that comes out of a huge argument. Arguments and fights are bad, but the thing that I think is worse is when you just don't care enough to fight anymore. When you don't want to try and work things out; when there's nothing more to say. That's the worst. And sometimes things like that come from distance. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. But distance also makes the heart grow colder. And resilient. And independent.
And in a situation like Alex and Addi's, their work has them off in random countries at the drop of a hat. Even if they manage to be in the same city for an extended period of time, works hours are long and enduring. The first thing to always go, whether they're in proximity or not, is the intimacy. It's the precursor to tragedy. From there, the communication drops off, and if it drops off to the point that they don't even want to have the conversation about why it's gone, then they're really doomed.
Alex saw the intimacy fizzle out. He figured she was just getting burnt out with phone sex. It happens. Sometimes words fail you when it's all you've had for a couple months. But then he saw the communication start to fail. It started by their phone calls getting shorter and shorter. Until eventually she didn't pick up one night. She blamed it on working late and he accepted that excuse. He'd be home in a couple days anyway.
But those couple days turned out to be a little more detrimental. It gave both of them time to think and overthink. So by the time Alex walked through the door that night and saw Addi sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of her, totally zoned out, they both knew what was coming.
He dropped his bag by the door and came up behind her to place a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey, sweetheart,"
She lifted her head back and forced a grin. A small, little thing that wasn't convincing at all. "Hi,"
"You're still working?"
She shook her head and focused back on her coffee. He came around and sat across from her, with a cup for himself. She could feel his eyes on her as he lifted the French Press for some coffee for himself. For the life of him, he didn't know what to say. She offered him no information to clue him in as to how she was feeling. He only saw the symptoms.
She placed her head in her hand and sighed, "I don't know how much more of this I can do."
"How much more of what?"
"This," she let her hand flop down on the table. "Jet-setting all over creation. Communicating through a telephone. Not being in the same place for months at a time. Us," she peeked up at Alex and only found him nodding his head absently.
He took a deep breath and followed it up with a long sip of coffee. And all the while, kept his gaze on the table while he tried to figure out what to say. "You want to call it quits?"
She scrubbed her hand over her face and finally gained the nerve to look Alex in the eye, "I don't want to lose my best friend because we held on to something broken for too long."
He raised his eyebrows and met her gaze, "I hate to break it to you, kid, but I don't think I'll be able to be friends with you if we break up." Noting her expression of mild surprise, he placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed her fingers gently. "You're all the good parts of my life. Every single one. And I'm afraid I'm not as strong as you... to be friends if this were to end. See kid," he released her hand and got a good grip on one of the legs of her chair. Like he had done so many times before, he dragged her chair a little closer to his, "I love you a lot. And I know this hasn't been all rainbows and unicorns, and you've had to put up with a lot for me. But I want to make this work. And I want to do whatever I have to, to make it work. I don't want to give up on us, kid. And I don't want you to give up on us either,"
"It's not that easy, Alex."
"Do you love me?"
She shot him a glance. "You know I do, but--"
"Then it is that easy."
She exhaled deeply to rid herself of as much tension as possible. And somehow, the only thing that actually dissolved her uneasiness was to look at Alex in those gentle blue eyes of his... that disarming, charming smile. As her face softened, he lifted his hand to her cheek and brushed his thumb against her skin. With a calculated risk, he leaned in and pecked her lips, and felt reassured by the choice when she reciprocated.
He pressed his forehead against hers with his hand still cradling her head, "don't break my heart, slugger."
She cocked her head to the side, "Alex,"
"No breaking hearts in this house. Deal?" He tried to smile as wide as possible hoping it'd help put on a smile on her face. When it didn't, he sagged his shoulders a little bit. "Unless of course it becomes completely unhealthy for us to stay together and we're absolutely miserable." To that she nodded and although that made his heart break a little, he ducked his head to make more solid eye contact with her. "Is this completely unhealthy? Are you miserable?"
She shook her head and leaned into him until her face was nestled in the crook of his neck. After a moment of contemplation on her end, she pursed her lips and pressed them to his skin, lingering there as she took a few deep breaths.
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I had a thought. Alex and Addi (maybe in Swden or somewhere else cold) in the middle of winter, under the covers with a fire going, sharing body heat to stay warm. Alex is just so big and I bet he's like a furnace🐝. Thank you for all your hard work as always.
Bumblebebe🐝 Alex is the ultimate furnace. He's big and warm and cozy and the perfect antidote to chilliness.
Y'know, our girl Addi's a southern California girl born and raised so her extent of chilly weather is when Santa Monica pier dips into the mid 60s. The average person is maybe in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Addi's beneath layers more likely seen at a ski chalet. Hell, she hadn't ever seen snow fall until Alex took her to Sweden during the winter. She could hardly believe beauty like that existed outside of film sets where the snow is soap bubbles or shredded paper.
But as such, her body isn't built for inclement weather. It's not built for insulating body heat and preserving calories. It's built for bare feet and sun-kissed skin. Sunny and 75º. Just when she thought New York winters were harsh, she got thrown into a Swedish winter. Alex's Stockholm apartment was no match for the the flurry outside. The furnace couldn't keep up with the dropping temperature. Addi bundled up in layers upon layers until she could hardly feel a touch of the hand, and yet she still shivered. Her teeth chattered. She endured sporadic jolts of chills that sent her whole body into a fit of spasms.
At first Alex laughed. It was funny to see her so ill-adapted to the weather he'd grown up with and was practically unphased by. But around hour four of constant shivers despite the down parkas and ski pants she had pulled on, he was no longer laughing. It was actually quite pitiful to see this poor, little thing in a constant state of discomfort and distress.
However, the moment Addi realized she had the perfect solution right in front of her eyes, it became impossible for Alex to create any sort of pace between them. She knew Alex was built different -- his body seemed to constantly permeate warmth. It had also been the reason why during LA summers she shrugged away from him in her sleep. Now, she regretted every moment she ever did that.
It didn't matter where they were or what time of day it was. Just as much as she would be glued to his side while they slept; completely tucked and enveloped by his body, she was equally glued to him during breakfast... often times sat directly in his lap while they both picked at their own plates. During any lounging times, she was curled up into him, or in the process of dragging him closer to her to share the warmth.
And the times where he could convince her to leave the apartment and brave the weather with him, she'd forego their stance on minimal PDA and practically be inside his peacoat with him.
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I'm having a really hard time believing that Alex and Addi didn't at least have a make out session before they started dating 😂 their chemistry was on another level even when they were just friends. It seems like their "friendship" is very playfully romantic so maybe one night they've had a bit to drink and they have at it and then Addi is all weird because... she's Addi, but Alex is all sweet and gentle and wants to talk about it with her. I'd love to know if that's something that you also think would happen between them xx 😘
(We've been hitting' pre-relationship hard lately, haven't we friends? ☺️)
Oh man Non. Got me thinkin'.
I know it seems totally implausible that nothing would've happened because of how affectionate they are in their platonic relationship, but like... it does happen 😂 I have honest proof of it. I have a friend like that and I shit you not, he was a saving grace during the pandemic. You know the point where you just need another living human body to cuddle with that's not family? Good cuddles for movie nights (especially the back to back National Treasure viewing where we took a sip of beer every time Nic Cage was sexist towards Abigail Chase 🥲). And still just only friends. No wandering hands, glances, or lip placements.
But I could see how given a group of friends and some free-flowing alcohol, how that line might get a little blurred. Because sometimes a group of close friends can get some pretty weird ideas when left alone to their own devices... and gin. Sometimes a group of adults can devolve into younger versions of themselves, and games they would've played in middle school or high school resurface with newfound enthusiasm.
Like Spin the Bottle. Or Seven Minutes in Heaven. Maybe as fate would have it, they got lucky during Spin the Bottle. Amid the various couplings that emerged, Alex and Addi didn't get pinned for it. In fact, maybe they kissed a handful of other people and the turn of the bottle didn't transpire for them. Shit, maybe they don't even think it'd be a big thing or weird for them to kiss during the spin the bottle. They weren't actively hoping they wouldn't have to kiss. It just didn't become a thing. Until --
That beautiful and slightly traumatizing little game -- Seven Minutes in Heaven. You know the one. The one where two people go into a closet and have seven minutes to do... I dunno, whatever they're gonna do (author's note: to be honest, I was too much of a nerd to be invited to parties where this game was being played). So Addi gets chosen first and she makes her way into the closet with a blindfold. Secretly she's hoping one of their mutual friends gets chosen to go in with her. They've been vibing all night and even shared a pretty hot kiss during Spin the Bottle. So yeah, she's looking forward to someone.
The closet door creaks open and she chews on her bottom lip in anticipation. Her body perks up a little bit when she hears the door shut, waiting to be swept up in another kiss. What she doesn't know is that the person standing in front of her is Alex. And for the life of him, he's trying to sort out a game plan here because his best friend is sitting cross-legged on the floor and he has to admit she looks pretty adorable. But again... this is the girl he calls his best friend. He wants to do the right thing.
"It's me, kid," he drops to his knees and contorts himself to be cross-legged in front of her. As soon as he's comfortable, he notices Addi's already taken off the blindfold.
She twists the fabric between her fingers shrugs, "I guess that's for the best." Her shoulders deflate a little bit. The alcohol coursing through her system was giving her enough courage to throw caution to the wind with their mutual friend. Now she likely wouldn't get the chance to. She darts her eyes to Alex with a playful and disarming smirk, "it's not like we're gonna kiss, old man."
"Why not?" He flashes a quick smile at her, "that's breaking the rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven." Scooting forward a little bit, he's shocked but not displeased that she doesn't retreat, "one kiss so we don't have to lie to our friends when we get out of here. You're a terrible liar,"
"Am not. I'm a great liar," her gaze upon him alters slightly to adjust for the fact that he's advancing a bit closer to her.
"Fine, I'm a terrible liar."
"You're an actor for a living. All you do is lie,"
He lets out a quiet huff. "It's just a kiss, slugger. It means nothing. I just kissed like three dudes out there during Spin the Bottle."
As he nears, Addi feels her heart rate pick up. Her cheeks go hot. Everything is bubbling up inside her, woefully excited by the possibility of whatever this is. But that's just it. What is it? As her body shivers involuntarily, she leans away from him. "Alex, no."
He pauses, bites his bottom lip, all the while not breaking eye contact. "Is that a real no or a nervous no?"
"Does it matter?"
There's a second where he says nothing at all just to allow the anticipation fade from his veins. "No, it doesn't,"
She exhales. "I know we kiss on the cheek and head... the lips is just different,"
He nods but he knows what he can say to get this backtracking. "So when you kissed Lindsey out there, that was different for you?"
Addi cocks her head to the side with her lips pursed. Oh, leave it to him to make this difficult, "Alexander. You're you. And a kiss on the lips between us is different. You know that,"
He nods again. They've been toeing this line for awhile now. This line that they both knew was more flirtatious than any other friendship they had with the opposite sex. The line that had been the reason for late-night cuddles in Germany and random naps in LA. The line that had also been toed when they divulged intimate details about their lives and what shaped them into being. A kiss between them was different than between anyone else in the room because no one else in the room knew them as well as they knew each other.
Alex backs up a tiny bit to give her some room. Not too much so she feels like he's retreating from her, but enough to give her confidence that he's not going to sprint past the thinly drawn line. "You know you're my best friend, right kid?"
She nods affirmatively and averts her gaze to her lap. They've only got a few minutes left before the timer outside goes off and one of their friends will come knocking on the door. And she figures a few minutes more isn't too long to hold out on this. But as the seconds tick by and they sit in silence, Addi starts to think. Having too much time in her own head is never a particularly great thing for her, but on this particular night, it's got her making a list of the reasons why a kiss really means nothing. She's kissed four girls and three boys tonight. One of those boys slipped his tongue into her mouth. And surely Alex wouldn't do that. Surely their kiss wouldn't be much more than a peck --
A sturdy knocking on the closet door yanks her from her thoughts. Alex stands and holds his hand out to her so she can use it to help her stand up as well. No sooner than she's on her feet and Alex is reaching for the doorknob, she whispers, "hey old man..."
He turns back toward her as she's leaping up on tip toes to reach him. And catching her by the waist, he leans in as if on cue to meet her halfway. The kiss is just as each of them expected -- only a touch longer than a peck. And by the time they part and exit the closet, none of their friends are wiser. In fact, they all steadfastly believe the two shared a rather uneventful seven minutes in a dark utility closet. But they know the truth (regardless of how minor that truth was), and Addi knows that after the kiss, Alex was a little more hands-on with her all night. Again, their friends couldn't have discerned the difference. It was so slight. A quick touch here, a gentle brush of an arm there. At one point as they all huddled on the back porch for night caps and cigarettes, Alex kept his free hand on her mid-back. Undoubtedly given confidence by the cover of darkness.
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Hi, friend! Thinking about Alex inviting Addi to a premiere of a project he shot a while before Addi's movie. They are not official yet, of course, perhaps not even with each other, but she shows to support him and he's quite nervous about it lol. He sits next to her during the screening, and tries to catch glimpses of her reactions with the corner of his eyes.
OHKAY I see you Non. You’re tapping into my pre-relationship kink 😂 Dammit I have problems.
This is so something that happens pre-relationship (because my brain thinks that’s cute), where Addi is actually really shocked when he asked her to go along with him. It sort of seems like that was out of left field. She hadn’t worked on the movie being shown, plus Alex had attended numerous premieres and events alone or with his fellow cast members. She doesn’t really understand why he's insisting she attend as his plus one, but nonetheless, she gussies up and agrees because as a friend, he's asking her to. And for whatever reason, she's going to be there to support him.
The car ride to the venue is even a little quiet. Alex is fidgeting with his cuff links, not saying much. He seems a little preoccupied and she's content to let him be. There's not much she's going to be able to do, or even say, to ease his anxiety.
He eventually breaks the silence as they both know they're approaching the Chinese Theater, and thus, the main event. "I'm gonna get out in front but the driver's going to take you around to the back VIP entrance so you can get into the theater." It's said matter-of-factly, and Addi can't help but notice that it is all very businesslike. "I think someone's going to show you to our seats,"
"Hey," she calls as the car rolls to a slow halt. "Don't worry about it. It's all good. You razzle-dazzle the red carpet and I'll see you inside,"
That at least makes him break into a small smile. "Did you just say razzle-dazzle?"
She rolls her eyes and flicks her hand in his direction, "get going, Skarsgård."
Within a matter of seconds, he opens the car door and slides out. A flurry of screams and shrieks erupt at his presence and from the window, she can see that he's schmoozing the crowd and press like the professional he is. And sure, maybe a little part of her feels awkward with the situation, and even a little more confused as to why she's here. She doesn't have to walk the red carpet with him; she's not offended by that. But as the car circles the building and turns down some old, decrepit Hollywood alley, she doesn't understand why Alex couldn't do this by himself. He's going to do his duties on the carpet, he's going to get into the theater after the lights are already down and sit next to her, and not talk because who talks through a movie, and it's all going to be over without her contributing anything that seems remotely helpful. And if all he was searching for was physical moral support, then she can be the warm body for that.
Outside of the fact that she doesn't really know what she's doing there, the situation she's in proves to be a powerful networking tool. That back VIP entrance? It was the entrance for all the celebrities and high-echelon people attending who didn't want to walk the red carpet. So now she's in a mostly empty theater with these pretty powerful people, and it gives her a chance to introduce herself and get friendly and talk about what she's doing to help spur things on for the next project to jump onto.
It's probably a good while later (she can't really tell because her dress doesn't have pockets and her phone's locked away in her clutch), but the lights flash on and off, and pretty soon the theater is full of fans and press. And through a door that says "EXIT", Alex comes in, ducking low, and makes his way in the darkness to the open seat beside her.
"Hey slugger," he leans over and whispers.
"How was it?"
"Good. Thanks." Then as if on autopilot, he presses a kiss to the side of her head.
And that's a little weird. They're pretty close and affectionate friends, but he's never done that before. Sure there're kisses on the cheek in greeting and goodbye, but she sure as shit doesn't know what that head kiss just was. Especially not in a public place, no matter how dim the lights were.
The opening credits begin to roll. The first action scene is underway. But Addi's hard pressed to even remember what movie she's sitting down for. Their friendship was easy; forwards and backwards. It was never difficult, never pressed, everything happened just as it should. They weren't confusing. They couldn't be confusing. This was the easiest relationship of any sort in her life.
It was almost like she blinked and the movie was over. Then a whole new set of anxiety set in over fear that Alex would ask about some detail of the film and she wouldn't be able to answer because she paid attention to zero percent of it. Where she thought there would be some chatter and small talk afterwards, Alex nods his head to the side and they manage to escape shortly after the end credits finish. Even more to her astonishment, their car and driver is just outside the back entrance, waiting for them.
He opens up the car door for her and slides in after, quickly shutting the door. "Hey Sam, we can head back to that address from earlier tonight,"
The driver looks in the backseat through the rear view mirror, "yes, Mr. Skarsgard."
Alex blushes and glances at Addi, "I hate when he calls me that."
She reaches across the backseat and sets her hand over his, "you did good tonight,"
He looks down at their hands, not making any notion of moving. Yet his gaze must've frightened her because not too much later, she pulled her hand away and replaced it in her lap. "Thanks. I was a little nervous about this one." He glanced out the window momentarily, "what'd you think about it?"
She swore she felt her face drop and figured he saw it too. There wasn't a part of her that wanted him to internalize her expression as a sign of something more. "It was good. You were wonderful,"
"That bad, huh?"
"I didn't say that,"
He chuckles and looks out the window. They don't have very far to go. And Addi's thankful for that. She doesn't know how much she has in her to act like she's not freaking out on the inside. Maybe she shouldn't have been reading so much into it. It was just a kiss on the side of the head between friends. That's it. But did friends kiss each other like that? She wasn't so sure. Maybe Alex picks up on it as well because he didn't ask too many questions. A couple here and there that were so incredibly surface level, she could answer them without even being in the right frame of mind.
Her apartment building was a godsend and she thought escaped too much more awkwardness. That is... until he gets out with her and makes the motion to walk her up to her apartment. She shouldn't have been surprised, he did that all the time. But this was one night she hoped he wouldn't.
They stand next to each other in the elevator, shoulder to shoulder, almost in complete silence. He doesn't make any notion of feeling awkward or put off, and Addi all but leaps out of it once they arrive at her floor. Even as she slides her key into the lock, Alex is right behind her, and he presses his hands to her hips when she opens her front front and turns back to face him.
"It was great tonight, Alex. Thanks for bringing me along,"
No, thank you," he leans in for a hug, slightly pleased that she doesn't absolutely recoil from him. But as they part, he can still find trepidation on her face. "What's going on, slugger?"
"Nothing. What do you mean?"
He laughs and scratches the back of his head. "You're being weird. Everything was fine before the screening so either you hated the movie that much, or something else is up,"
Addi squints her eyes, trying to figure out how she can wiggle her way out of this one. But the more she wracks her brain, the less she can find a way out. She relents and folds her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorjamb.
"I'm not being weird,"
"Oh you're not?" He waits and frowns a little bit as she shakes her head no. In that moment he knows that whatever's going on isn't going to be sorted tonight. "Okay, then. Thanks again for joining me tonight. I guess I'll just see you at work tomorrow,"
They say their goodnights and Addi's a little slow to shut the door, even after Alex has turned away from her and is making his way down the stairs. She's upset at herself. That's the only person she can be upset with. Alex gave her the opportunity for honesty and that was a big part of their friendship.
So as she goes to sleep that night, she has to come to terms that that was the first time she lied to him.
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Hi Loli! Haven’t dropped in for a while but I’m still here! I was wondering if I could get a lil bit of angst? I’m not feeling great today tbh! Basically, I have a really small friendship group, like 3 people, and one is my best friend and has been all my life. We made plans a couple weeks ago for next week and I asked if she was still on and she said she’d forgotten and made plans with her boyfriend instead and she couldn’t make it and it got me thinking that everyone I know seems to have someone else in their lives that they would always choose over me and I don’t have anyone. I’m always second choice and it just put me in a downward spiral and I wonder how Alex would help Addi if this happened to her? I’m currently sat in a blanket burrow, knitting and crying with a baileys on the rocks and a box of chocolates 😞 - 🐬
Anonymous said: Hi loli! It was my birthday today and I was planning a small get together bbq and I invited 5 of my friends and only 1 turned up and 2 of the 4 who didn’t come couldn’t even be bothered to wish me a happy birthday and it’s driven me into a downward spiral and I just feel so lonely and like no one cares about me. How would Alex help Addi if she got into this mindset and started talking bad about herself and how it’s her fault her friends didn’t come etc, while they were getting ready for bed that night? - 🐬
Hi Dolph-non 🐬 Happy belated birthday, friend!! 😌 Good to hear from you again, albeit not for happy reasons. I so totally know how you’re feeling. I have a couple friends who do similar things. Once they get a boyfriend/girlfriend they fall off the face of the earth for everyone except that person. It’s beyond frustrating and the only way I’ve been able to come to terms with it is that I know what I can and can't rely on that friend for and I lean on other friends (one such person is someone I consider a best friend). But I have a couple “best” friends and know now that I have to lean on that one a little less when she’s in a relationship, and it honestly makes my other friendships stronger.
Maybe it's that sort of situation for Addi -- a friend she's really close to. And they canceled last minute on her to attend to other plans with their boyfriend. On a normal day, that wouldn't rattle her too hard, but maybe this week, she's on her period, and she hasn't seen anyone or had any decompression time from work, so she was really looking forward to a whiskey and chocolate night with her friend. Feeling herself on the verge of a breakdown, she ignored her friend's text and called up the only person she thought could salvage this night from complete disaster.
Alex doesn't really know what's going on. All he's sure of is that she sounded a little broken on the phone and a little more emotional than he'd ever heard her before. As if that in itself wasn't startling, the disheartened plea that was half-sob, was. If he was being honest, he felt it strange to be rushing over to her apartment like on a mission from God. Who was he? Except for a co-worker of sorts, a creative outlet, and admittedly an increasingly good friend. What was going on and what did this mean?
By the time that train of thought is done, he's knocking on her door and being told to "come in," from the occupant. That's how he finds her on her couch, taking a swig straight out of a Jack Daniels bottle like it's nothing more than water. "You have to lock your door, kid,"
She shoots her eyes in his direction knowing they're red but also knowing she hasn't allowed herself to cry. And now, riding that slight buzz on the way to full-on drunk, maybe she'll be able to have a better handle on things.
"I'm boring!" She wails and lifts the bottle of Jack for another sip.
By the time he manages to take a seat next to her, she's already taken another sip. He finagles the bottle out of her hands and sets it on the furthest spot on the coffee table from her. "You're not boring,"
"Then why did I get stood up by my best friend for her boyfriend?!"
And just like that, he knows what this is all about. Why he was the call out of the blue. With that realization, he can't help but smile a little bit. But Addi grows tired of waiting for his answer, and her rebuttal is in the form of reaching across him to get her hands on the bottle of liquor again -- which Alex skillfully slides entirely out of her reach and sets it on the floor beside the couch.
He leans back against the cushions and hooks his arm over the back of her couch, conveniently around her shoulders enough to give her the opportunity to lean in to him should she want it. Like clockwork, that's just what she does. All nestled up in the side of his body, Addi stares at picks at a hangnail on her thumb concentrating on anything but the fact that her friend ditched her and she called Alex to make it better.
"This stuff happens sometimes, kid." He looks down at her and pauses until the silence is enough for her to look back up at him questioningly. He allows his hand to fall from the back of the couch to around her shoulders, and gives her a little squeeze, "people get partners and sometimes it's hard for them to balance all the aspects of life. And in the effort for love, sometimes people get wrongfully ignored to try and make that other relationship thrive."
"It's so dumb," she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. She knows she's being a tad childish here, but goddammit, she's pissed. "When this doesn't work out, she'll be running back to the person she bailed on,"
"What if this one works out though?"
Now she completely averts her eyes from him. It's a valid point but it's not the one she wants to hear right now. Yes, she wants her friend to find a stable and loving partnership with another human. But she doesn't want to get kicked to the curb while it's happening.
Alex leans forward and grabs the half eaten chocolate bar from the coffee table. He peels back the wrapper and offers it to Addi, who can't help herself, and snaps off a piece. "If she's worth the friendship, you'll just have to know this is a side of her, and one day down the road maybe she'll grow out of this and be able to manage it better. And if she's not worth the friendship, then she's no reason to get upset over."
Addi pushes the last bit of chocolate into her mouth and thunks her head back on his shoulder. "She's worth the friendship,"
Alex nods, almost to himself, and squeezes her shoulder a little tighter, reassuringly. Maybe that's all he'll have to say on the subject and they can spend the rest of the night figuring out how to make it a little bit better... Like with a fiery battle of an episode of Jeopardy. Until the time for bed rolls around. It's late and Alex managed to make her feel better by letting her win Jeopardy and work her off her buzz. But now that she's returning to a sober mind, she also returns to a less than happy mindset. Her face droops a little more and her mood a little more despondent. With a final yawn, Alex suggests she try to get some sleep and she woefully agrees, heading off to her room.
She peels back the blankets and crawls into bed while Alex stands at the threshold, waiting for her to get comfortable before he makes his exit. But tonight, unlike other nights, he can't make a clean getaway before she's calling out for him before he can even fully turn for the door.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Her eyes widen like a puppy and she purses her lips. "I don't want to be alone,"
Looking like that, it takes a stronger man than he to deny her. "Sure, kid. I'll grab the blanket from the hall closet,"
And again, just as he turns to do just that and set up the couch for himself, her voice stops him dead in his tracks. "You can sleep here,"
For a moment all he can do is stare at her as his brain and body catches up with the reality. Head spinning and blood rushing to different parts of his body, he clears his throat and scratches his head absently. "I don't know if that's a good idea,"
She nods and mumbles out an okay. Whatever she's feeling isn't worth pushing the subject so she simply gathers her duvet in her fists and pulls it up a little further on her body. Reclined in bed, she turns over on her side and tucks her hands in close to her body, beneath her chin.
It only takes a second. The flip of a switch in his brain and the motion to approach her. A moment of weakness; the first one he's seen from her, and instead of retreating and thus showing her that opening up in that way is unacceptable, he goes to her. Whether that's against his better judgment or not. She's turned away from him when he pulls back the blankets to slip in bed with her. The jostling of the mattress is the only thing that gets her to turn over. And in that moment, her eyes flit over his massive frame in her exceedingly average-sized bed. They smile at each other, both thinking the same thing: how utterly ridiculous he looks contorted and curled up in this bed of hers.
"Thank you," she whispers, barely audible.
"Get some sleep, kid." Alex reaches for her and tucks his hand around her neck, easing her closer until she's nestled against his chest. He sets his chin on top of it and takes a deep breath while he scritches the back of her head in a slow rhythm. Sure enough, like clockwork, he hears her breathing deepen, encompassed by sleep. And only then does he allow himself to drift off, too.
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I was reading an interview about how Alex has always questioned if girls were interested in him because of his celebrity, or because they thought he was funny or charming in his own right. It made me think that he probably has hidden insecurities, and I wonder how Addi would react when she found out?
skarsgard-daydreams said: This is from the interview:
The Golden Globe winner also spoke candidly about growing up in the spotlight. He began acting at the age of 13, and is actor Stellan Skarsgård's eldest son. "To have people talk about you and say, 'Well this is who Alex is…" when I had no idea myself, it just f--ked with my self-confidence," Alexander explained.
"Because if a girl looked at me or seemed interested," he added, "I thought she was only interested because she had seen me in the movie. It made me feel worthless. I wanted girls in school to like me because I was funny or cute or interesting—that's what you want isn't it? When you're 13? And I guess when you're 40 as well…"
I’ve read/heard him talk about this sort of thing too... Which makes me believe it’s not a hidden insecurity at all. It’s very present, at the forefront of who he is and how he sees and interprets relationships (platonic and otherwise). I think this is absolutely one of the crosses he has to bear -- and one he gets caught up on more than he’d like.
To a degree, I think Addi already has this idea or inkling that this might be something he battles with. She’s seen and been around enough actors to know that they’re actually really fragile and delicate people. They spend their entire careers being someone else. How could that not fuck you up? But I also think she believes she's eliminated from that way of thinking for him because they honest-to-goodness started off as just friends and work colleagues. So in her eyes her "dues have been paid" in a sense with him. She thinks they've already gotten past the hardships that come with that insecurity. Maybe even in a sound, rational mind, Alex thinks they've gotten past that too.
But insecurities are funny little beasts, aren't they? They sneak up on you just when you think you've kicked them to the curb. You're feeling great, in a great state of mind, and then BAM! the insecurity bitch comes at you throwing elbows and you're knocked down a few pegs... Hell maybe you get kicked all the way back to the ground.
And this is exactly the sort of thing that could/would happen pretty early on in the official relationship... like, in the still hiding it from the public phase. This doubt and second guessing. Shit, this is the sort of thing that probably happens the morning after an amazing night together. The lust, and passion, and pure desire for each other had them feeling positively love-drunk through rounds one, two, and three. It was the sort of night where they both knew that the other was pouring every bit of themselves into the act; of wanting -- nay, needing -- to give everything they had. Addi was soft and small and in turn, Alex was the gentle provider. The sort of night that by the end of it, they had solidified exactly how they felt for each other.
But Alex woke up in a cold sweat that night and had to peel Addi off of him. And the anxiety he knew and thought he had long abandoned, crept back and nestled inside him. When he looked at her in the dead of night, watching the way her chest rose and fell in a perfect, unconcerned rhythm, all the anxiety let him see were all the flaws of their relationship and himself.
Our girl Addi is one smart cookie. But even if she weren't, it wouldn't've taken a rocket scientist to know something was wrong when she came up behind Alex in the kitchen and pressed a delicate kiss to the center of his bare back, only to have him shrink away from her. She eyed him as she poured herself a cup of coffee, but he avoided eye contact, and instead, flipped open a newspaper she didn't even know she had.
"Are you okay?" She asked and cringed at the first bitter sting of black coffee going down her throat.
Alex flipped the newspaper over and started scanning over the business section. "Yeah, fine,"
She frowned and took another sip of coffee, "you don't seem fine."
"How do I seem?"
"Surely not like someone who went multiple rounds of passionate sex with their girlfriend only..." she leaned over to get a glance of the microwave clock, "eight hours ago."
His face seemed to blush at the admission and just when she thought she could lean in and give him a kiss, he dodged her again in the most un-obvious of ways.
"What's the problem, Skarsgård?"
"Nothing's the problem," he defended and reached for his coffee cup.
But Addi wanted to have this chat even if he didn't. She slid his coffee cup away from him, out of reach. "It's Saturday morning. I've got all day to play this game. And I don't lose, so save us the trouble and time and spill it."
He stared at her for a second, reluctant to say anything. But she was there, sitting without movement like she was a renaissance statue carved from marble. And he knew that he wasn't bound to get out of the kitchen without having a conversation about what was milling about in his brain.
"Why do you like me?"
Addi rolled her eyes, "oh, we're going here this early in the morning?" Then seeing that he'd traded in his anxiety-ridden expression for something more stoic, she quieted down and grew more serious.
He tilted his head to the side, absently, "we don't make a ton of sense, so what was it? Was it power? Was it fanaticism or fantasy? Was it who I had worked with and that you'd be closer in proximity to them?"
"Strangely enough," she folded her arms over her chest, somewhat annoyed that he was putting this on her; projecting a fear or an agenda. "Aside from you being hands-down the most attractive man I've ever seen, I like you because you're kind. I like you because you treat everyone with gentleness and respect. I like you because you're charming and hilarious. I like you because you treat me better than I've ever been treated by anyone. But mostly, I like you because you're terrible at Jeopardy and I always win," she tried to hide a grin but ultimately felt that fail.
He reached for his coffee cup and this time, Addi let him have it. She stared at him as he took a sip, not saying anything in return. In fact, it seemed as though his brain was reeling more now than ever.
"We were friends first, Alex, don't forget that. You were special to me long before you started fucking me,"
He half-laughed into his coffee and flicked his eyes to her. Setting down his cup, he dragged a fingertip over the ceramic. He took a breath to give himself time to figure out what he wanted to say next. "I know, I just... panicked, I guess. I have -- or had, a tendency to pick people who didn't make me feel great about myself."
She leaned in a little closer, feeling like Alex wouldn't shy away from her as he had done before, and placed her hand on his thigh. As she inched it up towards his crotch, she caught that he focused on it, and she whispered, "I don't make you feel good?"
He swallowed, cheeks flushed, and looked back up into her eyes, "you do, kid. But feeling this good in a relationship made me get into my head."
Addi nodded and pressed her palm gently against his crotch. She leaned in a little closer, gaze switching focus between his eyes and lips. "We don't make sense?"
"Not really," he cupped his hands on either side of her neck, "but for once I don't want to logical about it."
She grinned and made the last little effort to kiss him. The relief that washed over her when he reciprocated the kiss was insurmountable. She breathed in deeply through her nose, curling her fingers over the outline of his member, and let out a semi-audible gasp when he pulled away and his hold on her neck got just a tad rougher.
"And I'm not terrible at Jeopardy,"
"Oh," she winked and giggled softly, "okay."
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AN: ahoy friends! writing has felt distant to me lately which is unfortunate, but i was able to dream this up thanks to this ask . short and sweet, and nothing but fluff ahead. enjoy!
Seated across from one another at a crew dinner in West London, you marvel freely at the precise way his glassy blue gaze glitters merrily under exceptional conversation and even better wine. The navy silk tie knotted at the base of his throat looks great where it is, but you reckon it looked even better tied to the wrought-iron railing of your hotel bedframe a couple nights ago. An eight-AM flight bound for LaGuardia airport the next morning looms above you like a heavy raincloud; a stark reminder that your time in England is almost up. He knows it to; you can feel it in the way he glances at you every so often. Like he’s trying desperately to remember how you look in the waning light from the candles scattered around you. He catches your gaze once more before people begin saying their goodbyes for the evening, and he offers you a look that says nothing at all but also everything, in equal measure.
Secrets between lovers never remain that way for long.
There is no visible sign of rain on the horizon but you can smell traces of it in the air as you exit the restaurant into the late-May evening. Funny how four weeks ago you had only ever heard mentions of his name in passing, and now you wait with bated breath for the all too-familiar feeling of his impossibly warm hand at the small of your back. “What do you say we get away from here for a little while, hm?” The ghost of a Swedish lilt in his voice, and his lips against the delicate shell of your ear cause you to shiver against him and you nod your head wordlessly. If the last three and a half weeks have proven anything to you, it's that your will to tell him no to anything is inexplicably non-existent.
“Show me the way, Alex.”
The car ride is silent save for the static of the radio on in the background and you assume you're en-route to his hotel. Yours was last night's venue of choice and you can still picture the discarded pieces of his clothing littering the marble flooring like physical manifestations of your blissful recklessness. Closing your eyes, you can still feel the weight of him between your legs; the miniscule violet bruises from desperate fingertips or teeth that decorate the velvet inside of your thighs, and the delicious ache from being stretched a little too fully.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Alexander simpers.
You swallow hard, turning to gaze out at the passing scenery. “Last night was nice,” You offer, mildly.
Alexander chuckles softly at that, his laughter eventually fading into thoughtful silence. “Every night with you this last little while has been nothing short of mesmerizing.”
“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls.”
His gaze flits from the road for a second to yours, his expression unreadable. “Just you, kid.” And god, this is where it starts to sting. There isn’t enough liquor in the world that could drown out the feeling of leaving something behind indefinitely- be it a person or a place.
Nothing lasts forever.
Eventually the steady flow of the vehicle lulls you into a shallow sleep, and when Alexander’s kiss rouses you from that state a little while later, it is to the notion that you are not in fact at his hotel, but rather a beautiful white-washed cottage. Stretching your arms as high as the car will allow, you yawn before turning to him. “How long were we driving for?”
He glances at the time on the dash and shrugs. “Forty-five minutes, give or take.” Lifting the back of your hand to his lips to kiss it softly, he cocks his head to the side and asks, “Shall we go and settle into our home for the evening?”
You nod, smiling sleepily. Show me the way, Alex.
Forest green ivy winds its way up the white stone walls of the front entrance, and you're entirely smitten with the place before you've even stepped foot inside. Walking into the front hallway, you notice a stone fireplace against the far wall. Ornate wooden furniture- seemingly from a long forgotten time, adds endless charm to the already beautiful home, and the glaring notion that you have less than twelve hours here is not lost on you. Glancing back at Alexander, you offer him a small smile which he willingly returns. You wander over to the expansive bay window in the corner of the room, which offers a breathtaking view of the rolling valley hills splayed out like a rich tapestry before you. Letting your eyes fall shut, you play through an invisible highlight reel of the last four whirlwind weeks of your life.
Your first legitimate gig.
Alexander for the first time.
London, and so much laughter.
His lips on yours.
He clears his throat behind you and you turn to view him in the fiery light from the fading sun. He's still leant against the wooden front hall doorframe, and though his eyes still glimmer just as brightly as they did earlier this evening, something else lingers there that makes a lump swell in the hollow of your throat.
“You're staring at me,” Your tone is soft, quizzical.
A small smile blooms across Alexander's face as he nods his head in confirmation. “I want to remember this exact version of you for the rest of my days. You, in that beautiful dress, the sunset behind you…” His inflection is painfully wistful; it drips with a longing you aren't familiar with yet. Maybe you never will be.
When you awaken in the morning's hush it is to the delicate sound of birdsong from the open window. The dawn breeze rolling in chills you through, and you instinctively curl back into the sleeping Swede behind you. How much you'll miss this when you're parted; how much you'll miss him. He stirs behind you, and his strong arms circle your waist, pulling you ever closer.
“To have one more night tangled up with you…” His voice bares the brunt of slumber, the dry, raspy drawl of it makes your knees weak. His fingertips trace unrecognizable patterns through the dips and valleys of your hips and ribs, and the urge to miss a flight has never been more pressing. “It’s possible we could keep this going…” His silence gives way to a subdued optimism; he’s flipping through a mental rolodex of his next jobs: Morocco, Toronto, California, and eventually... home to New York. It just isn't in the cards for either of you.
“In every single universe apart from this one, we keep going Alex.”
And when this ends, I hope you remember me well.
"God, I'll miss you." A heavy sigh emanates from his parted lips as he bends his head to press a gentle kiss to the apple of your cheek. "Give ‘em hell, kid."
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Sooo it seems like Alex always puts Addi's satisfaction first. What would his reaction to her faking an orgasm be? Would he take it personally? 🤔 Now there's a thought... 😂
Oh ho ho Non. Thank you SO MUCH for bringing this little situation up. Let’s explore, shall we?
So, our girl Addi hasn’t really had the best of luck with romantic, intimate relationships. Past boyfriends didn't really focus on her pleasure as part of the process... or even the point of the process. If y'all remember, the first time she and Alex do it, he says to her that this is supposed to feel good for her and she's allowed to enjoy it. And she's a little shell-shocked at that because it's as if she didn't know she was allowed to. Maybe faking an orgasm was something she picked up in past relationships because she just never got there. And at that point, she thought it was her fault. She thought the guy was earnestly trying to get her there and her body was just being stubborn. So faking it became a sort of apology, and it just so happened that none of those boys could tell the difference (probably because they'd never actually gotten a girl off).
Now, Alex wasn't aware faking orgasms was in her repertoire of skills. That wasn't a conversation that had ever come up. She mentioned here and there that sex wasn't something she ever really enjoyed (and felt guilty about that). And when he reasoned that might've been because she'd never had good sex, she just shrugged. It wasn't until they actually consummated the relationship that she realized Alex had been right. Up until him, she hadn't been pleasured. She hadn't been the focus in sexual escapades and it showed.
Through practice and trial, they learned what the other liked and needed to get there, and the need for faking it drifted off to a distant memory... until the night it wasn't.
She had spent the day overthinking everything because she had made an error at work and thought that was it -- that someone would cut her loose and word would get around town that she was terrible at her job and no one would hire her again. When it actuality, no one was thinking of her mistake ten minutes after it happened. But her mind was a lemming that had jumped off the cliff and into the ocean tide. And after running herself ragged at work, she just wanted to curl up on the couch and throw on an episode of MASH, or Frasier, or Jeopardy, and chill out. Only... Alex had spent his day of work vibing and feeling on top of the world. And when he came home, he wanted to feel himself on top of his little slugger.
And look -- I hc that Addi has a bit of trouble with physical intimacy, especially early on in their relationship. Like there's an aspect of her that fights with the idea of remaining her own person but also feels like sex is something that comes with relationships, and sometimes she's just gonna have to do it when she's not exactly feeling it (author's note: you never have to do it if you're not feeling it. Shut that shit down, and if your partner responds poorly, get yourself a new partner). The idea of saying no to Alex when he wanted sex wasn't really even a thought in her head to that point. So. She. Let. Him. Have. At. It.
She went through the motions and cooperated when he went down on her. She even made a half-assed attempt to look like she was going to go down on him, knowing he was so riled up that he'd stop her. And as they had sex, she gave him moans and noises to convince him of what she wanted. At the end of the day, even if she wasn't so jazzed about having sex at the moment, she wanted him to be able to get a release. She wanted to help him with that. And unlike with boyfriends in the past, the act wasn't causing her physical pain.
Oooooh and our girl knows the man she's with. Knows that he's a stickler for not climaxing until she does. Knows that he puts her pleasure on the forefront always. And so she also knows that the only way she'll get him to get his release is to have an orgasm for herself. Or in this case: to fake it.
That's exactly what she did. Clawed at his back and shoulders, squeezed her legs tighter around his hips, threw her head forward against his chest and let out a deep, throaty moan. Shit, if she didn't almost buy the act herself. She even mumbled something against his chest; something along the lines of telling him to come for her. She said it on autopilot. She always said something along those lines after she came. But tonight, Alex paused. His hips stilled, his elbows pressed deeper into the mattress to part himself from her, and he looked down at her now exposed face.
"Did you...?" He squinted his eyes because right now, he could hardly believe what he just felt (which was nothing). "Did you just fake that?"
She felt the blood rising to her cheeks, knowing she had to do something... anything to de-escalate this and get him the release he was chasing. Deny everything at all costs. "What? No,"
"Why'd you fake an orgasm?" It didn't sound accusatory at all. In fact, he sounded more hurt.
"I didn't fake it,"
But she knew she was losing control of this speeding train because Alex backed his hips up until he slipped out of her, "I know what it feels like when you come and that wasn't it." And then her worse fear... he got off of her and left. Now -- it's really only into the bathroom so he can dispose of his condom, but in the moment, him leaving the situation drove her into a near panic. Even when he returned, her breathing had picked up to rhythm incommensurate with their activity. "Why did you fake it?"
"I didn't--" she protested but instantly cut herself off when he crawled back onto the bed and sat in front of her, resting his hand on her thigh. "You wanted it. And you're my boyfriend, so..." This time she quieted down because the expression on Alex's face heightened her concern to the next level.
"I don't get free access to your body just because we're dating; you know that, right?"
She closed her eyes, "we're together so you can just--"
"No," he cut her off with a squeeze to her leg, "you get that, right? You don't owe me sex because we're in a relationship. You can, and should, say no when you don't want sex. End of story. I don't get special treatment with that just because I'm your boyfriend." He ducked his head to try and catch her gaze. Once he succeeded in that, he offered a warm grin, "believe it or not, it's not a ton of fun for me to have sex with my girlfriend when she doesn't want it. It actually makes me feel kind of scummy,"
Her eyes welled up with tears and she reached out, making grabby-hands at him until he crawled up and settled next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest, and tugged one of her legs over his so she was half resting in his lap.
"Don't be angry at me," she pleaded and glanced up at him. "I'm sorry,"
"Sweetheart, I'm not angry at you," he kissed her forehead. "It's okay for you to say no to sex, no questions asked. I'm an adult man, I can handle that. You don't need to put yourself through anything you don't want for my pleasure." He swiped his thumb over her cheek, "and let's not fake orgasms. If we're not gonna get there, we're not gonna get there, but let's not fake them. Capeesh?"
She nodded and nestled her head against his chest, "capeesh."
Addi fell asleep like that; hunkered down against his side, head resting on his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair with gentle precision. Come morning, she'd still feel a little guilty about the whole thing. For feeling like she had to lie to Alex about the extent of her pleasure in that moment. She thought she'd get up early and fix him some breakfast in bed. But no sooner than she tried to wriggle away, Alex wrapped a strong arm over her waist and pulled her back toward his body. He mumbled something about not letting her run away that easily and hushed her when she started to get fidgety. Soon realizing that he was adamant about not letting her escape from him, she settled and allowed herself to fall back asleep for a little while longer.
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Thank you so much for doing my request! It was just how I imagined it!! I hope you don’t mind me asking for another one! Maybe you could write something about Addi getting crafty with wool when she’s pregnant like knitting and crocheting ( totally not based on me and obvs) and her finding a really cute bunny blanket crochet pattern and she’s sat all cuddled up trying to do it but she’s gets stuck and can’t get her head round a certain part and Alex isn’t that good at crafts but he tries his best to help her and stop her from getting wound up with herself 🥰🥰 - 🌶 (maybe you can call me Τσίλι (Tsili)? It’s the Greek word for chilli and that’s where I’m from!)
Ooooh sweet! Tsili-Non🌶 😌 Ask away!
Is this a pregnancy hobby? This is soooo a pregnancy hobby she picked up later on after the doctor told her to take it easy with work and not be on her feet so much. Actually, it was probably something Alex suggested. Instead of letting her stew in bed annoyed and frustrated that she wasn’t allowed out of it for very long, Alex handed her a ball of yarn and some knitting needles and let her have at it.
Only, she’s not very good at it despite the books she’s read and the videos she’s watched. And on top of that, she doesn't have the patience to wait to get good at it. She just wants to be good at it now. But because of her frustration with the knitting, other (incredibly small) things are starting to set her off too.
Alex hears her breathing get a little heavier. He's just in the other room with the tv turned low. The bedroom door is partly open. He's taken to keeping things pretty quiet around the house incase she needs to call him for something, she doesn't have to exert too much energy. But now he just hears her huffing and mumbling to herself, so he decides to check out what the problem is.
He can immediately see what the issue is. She's not good at it. She can't make any progress without fouling it up somewhere. The needles click together angrily and Addi looks up at Alex as he enters. She brushes her hair out of her face and frowns.
"Alanis Morissette is so DUMB!" She squeezes the needles in her hand and shakes them, "it's not ironic, Alanis. They're all COINCIDENCES!"
For a moment Alex pauses so he can listen to the song. Only... the song's not playing. There's no music on. She's just worked herself into a tizzy to be upset about an Alanis song from the 90s.
He walks over to the bed and sits down beside her, peeling the needles and yarn out of her hands. "I think if she could change the lyrics, she would," his focus remains on her hobby to diffuse the mood in the room.
"Why is rain on your wedding day ironic, Alanis? Why? Does the barometric pressure have something against you?"
There's a lapse in a response for just a split second too long. Then, "she messed up, kid. It's all messed up,"
Addi looks over at Alex. His answer seemed a little disjointed at best, and what she finds is that sometime within the past minute, he's gotten himself entranced with the knitting. His massive paws are curled around the dainty needles and he angles them towards each other, wrapping the yarn around one. It's not helping much. The blanket... or bootie... or cap that it's supposed to be is a lost cause. Their kiddo won't be getting any handmade clothing... At least not made by their own hands.
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Since you wanted some vacation A&A, I have two ideas. 1. Them lying on the beach feeding each other fruit while the sun sets, and 2 skinny dipping. Feel free to do whatever, you are wonderful as always🐝
Bumblebebe 🐝, picture this -- topless beach, a private umbrella and chaise lounges, and the closest person to them nearly half a football field away. All of that AND Alex bet Addi wouldn’t take her top off. He said it in a way that practically dared her to take it off, and not wanting to “lose” she scrunched her nose, stuck her tongue out, and untied the knot at her back and let the bikini top fall to the sand.
She moved into her lounge chair with poise and ease, and slid her sunglasses down over her eyes knowing that Alex was losing the battle of tearing his eyes off of her. His shy little thing, uninhibited in this new temporary environment. As he sat next to her in his own chair, he was brimming with pride for he knew that she had "won" but also knew that he had nudged her out of an otherwise timid and anxious lifestyle.
It's easy to lose yourself in paradise. The weight of the real world seems so far away. Time drags on but in the best way possible. It's truly like those corny backup singers in I Hope You Dance. "Time is a wheel in constant motion". It is. Only neither of them exactly knows where that wheel is headed in paradise. At home they know the path. They stay the path. But here all bets are off.
The afternoon is passed with playful banter and conversation mixed with frequent dips in the warm-ish waters of the Pacific Ocean and occasional moments of quietness to read; she getting through A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and he, With the Old Breed. And even less frequent is the short nap Addi took after being out in the sun, draining her of the energy to flip the page in her book even one more time.
However, it's kismet. No sooner than Alex noticed her book fall against her chest, a waiter from the resort approached with a pitcher of water and a bowl of cut up fruit for them -- complimentary for their guests. Alex smiled graciously, mostly because he knew that had the waiter come when Addi was awake, she would've been so overcome with embarrassment for being topless in front of this stranger that it probably would've put a damper on the rest of the day. Alex slid the man a sizable tip and breathed a sigh of relief knowing no one else will bother them for the next little while.
It's like there’s something in the air that gives her a sixth sense. The indication that a new experience is about to unfold; no matter how adventurous or menial that experience may be. Her legs stretched out first. Then her arms. And Alex heard the familiar squeak of her waking up and loosening out her body. She blinked her eyes cautiously, trying to make sure paradise didn’t sear her retinas, and once convinced she could keep her eyes open without hurting them, she spotted Alex with the bowl of fruit in his hands. She stared at him, noting how he paused and looked back at her like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Addi nodded her head, gesturing at the bowl. “What’s that?”
He glanced down and poked around until he found a piece of pineapple that looked sufficiently sweet and juicy. He held it out to her, unashamedly staring at her plush lips when she leaned over to take the fruit from him with her mouth. She hummed in delight and watched in earnest when he lifted a piece of fruit to his own mouth. But even that in paradise was something different... something impossibly erotic.
She scurried off her chair and onto his, wiggling her way to make a spot for herself between his legs, which he wholeheartedly accepted and made accommodations for. She then picked up a small piece of mango and held it up to Alex's mouth, giggling and leaning in to him when he nibbled at her fingers with playful exaggeration.
They were lost in this simplicity and ease; both going to be woefully unprepared for when reality set back in. It had almost seemed as though they had become shells of themselves, just shuffling through the doldrums of life. If this was going to change anything, it was going to serve as a re-awakening for their relationship. One tiny piece of tropical fruit at a time.
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Congrats @skarsgard-daydreams on your blog's milestone 😌 You totally deserve it 🖤 Here's a little thing for your fun challenge, drawing inspo from this pic:
She noticed the drop in his demeanor almost immediately. Whether or not he was trying to hide it, it was clear to her that whatever he was going through on location was taking the wind out of his sails. His eyes looked far more tired; like he wasn't bound to get enough sleep to re-energize them. His mouth seemed to be twisted in an almost permanent half-frown. Even the tone in which he spoke was a clear indication that he was enduring something far outside the average work blues. And Addi knew because he had sent her the script as soon as he'd booked the gig. She knew what he was up against: some dark and demented character that he'd have to live in. In the past with difficult characters, he had the luxury of leaving set and going "home" to family or friends, surrounded by love and warmth. This time, he left set and went "home" to an empty and quiet hotel room, surrounded by nothing but his own thoughts. She knew he needed something -- anything -- to center and ground him.
She thought about visiting him until an executive effectively grounded her in New York for a rigorous and speedy re-write. Cursing his name came to mind, but she settled on her own form of rebellion by insisting she work from home and not "dragging her ass all the way to the upper east side". Since a spontaneous visit wasn't in the cards, she searched the internet for a gift, coming upon a website that sent cuddly care packages in the form of stuffed animals. And she was utterly sold when one option was a crocodile... or as she was prone to yelling around the apartment when she needed him for something: KROKODIL! She knew Alex would get a kick out of it. And probably a lot of comfort too.
And midway through putting in her credit card information, Addi heard the front door close. She hadn't heard it open and it surely didn't close with any extreme force. For some reason her first thought was that an intruder had gotten into the building. But that meant they'd have to take out the doorman which wasn't likely. Giulio looked like he had come right out of a mobster movie and even had the accent to match. So potentially even more frightening, a neighbor had broken into the apartment knowing she was alone. Huddled away in Alex's office, it was only going to be a few moments until they found her unless she got a leg up on them and intercepted. She decided on that option.
Tiptoeing out into the hallway, she felt like a SWAT team member, clearing a house. She glanced around corners, scanned her eyes over anything. When she didn't see anyone in the den or kitchen, she figured the intruder had already made their way into the bedroom. She moved a little faster now, wanting to get a jump on her would-be attacker. Entering the bedroom, her heart dropped. But not out of fear.
He turned immediately, almost as caught off guard by her presence as she was of his. In the split second before he began to move, she noticed his shoulders were hunched and sagged, and his head hung low. Then in no time he came upon her and fell to his knees at her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her stomach.
She dropped her hands to the back of his head, cradling him against her body as her brain tried to catch up with the physicality of what was happening. His breath had deepened and he sniffled back any emotion that was on the verge of breaking out.
"Are you okay?" Addi tilted her head to the side to get as much of a glimpse of him as possible. Alex only shook his head and squeezed her body tighter as if any lapse in intense contact would be the reason why he lost her. "What's wrong?"
But he didn't answer. Much less even give a hint of acknowledging her question. His breathing just grew more staggered and if she wasn't mistaken, tears were now added moisture to her otherwise dry shirt.
"You're scaring me. Alexander," knowing that'd get his attention, she paused and wasn't completely surprised when he pulled away enough to rest his chin on her stomach and look up at her. "Did you get fired?"
Alex took the chance and removed one arm from around her waist so he could rub his eye with the back of his fist, drying away some tears before they had the chance to fall. He shook his head in response to her inquiry, then hugged her yet again as tightly as he could.
"What're you doing here?" She scritched the back of his head softly. But that was next level comfort for Alex, and needing a little bit more, he started to claw at her until she cooperated and dropped to her knees with him. Her heart broke a little bit more when her big guy kissed her shoulder and tucked his head into the crook of her neck, trying to get as much physical touch from her as possible. "You're supposed to be in Mozambique,"
"I needed you, kid," he mumbled into her neck and scooted his body in even closer to her.
She didn't know that was even possible until his new position made it impossible for her to remain in hers and she adjusted to sit on his lap, still completely embraced in each other.
He lifted his head again to wipe his eyes and this time allowed himself to remain upright. Addi lifted her hand to his chin and scratched his whiskers softly, soothingly, to the point that Alex shut his eyes. "It's hard this go around," he mumbled and gave pause in the event she wanted to chime something in. But she didn't. "I'm just not doing well out there,"
There wasn't much she could do for him; that they both knew. Whether he had meant he wasn't doing well professionally out there, or mentally and physically, neither was sure the clarification mattered. He just wasn't doing well.
"I leave work and I go home to nothing. And all my conversations are about work. And I know we get to talk most nights, but I'm alone and it's... draining."
She nodded and knew that the boy who was raised with an open-door policy and became a man with the same, didn't thrive as an introvert would. "How long do we have each other for?"
"My flight out is in six hours,"
Addi rubbed her hands down his chest and then back up to his neck, "I can arrange for a week in Africa."
"No, you can't." He knew her schedule just as well as she did.
"You sound like my agent," she joked and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not going to live my life without the agency to see my partner when it matters. No job is worth that. You tell me a week and I'll be there,"
"What about that executive--?"
"Maybe my time away will give him time to center his thoughts."
Sensing her adamance on the subject, Alex just grinned and leaned a little closer to her, pressing their bodies flush together. Shared deep breaths and a few more moments of quietness could start to heal the wounds. In a few hours, Alex would be heading back to the airport and then boarding a plane to Mozambique for another month. He'd go back to whatever demons were in himself and figure out how to handle and squash those noisy voices. But for now, he was safe. There in her arms with her hands rubbing up and down in back in a rhythm he could rely on.
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How do Alex and Addi find out that they're having a baby? Is it accidental? Do they expect it? Thinking about it makes me melt from cuteness and love and all the happy feels 😍
OH THE FEELS. So.... finding out they’re going to have a Skarsbaby definitely comes after this conversation. And let’s face it. Alex is in his 40s and doesn’t have a little tribe of babies yet, I don’t think bringing life into the world would be an oopsie-daisy for him.
They have the conversation and come to a decision that she's going to get off birth control to sort out her body situation, and they're going to continue life as is, no conception. And let's say the actually go a good long while without anything coming of it. As these things tend to do, her body's trying to regulate itself once off the hormonal birth control, which really doesn't mesh with the getting pregnant aspect of things. To an extent, they "forget" that what they're doing could lead to pregnancy. And not forget in the way that they're not conscious of what they're doing, but in the way that they've now gotten away with it for so long, they think they're just lucky and in the clear.
The realization happened slowly. The first sign they didn't know was a sign was when Addi turned down a spoonful of Nutella. She wasn't prone to turning down anything chocolate or chocolate-adjacent. When Alex noticed she'd been a little down all day, he shoved a spoonful in front of her face and she grimaced and pushed it away. He knew something was up but figured she just wasn't feeling all that well. Pressing a hand to her forehead and feeling that she was running a little hotter than normal, he brushed it off on illness. But nothing ever came of that. She never got the sniffles or a cough or body aches. She was fine; except for her new aversion to Nutella and her new obsession with pickle juice.
The second sign – and potentially the most obvious – was the missed period. It hadn’t been the first time she missed a period, and not due to a pregnancy. In moments of high stress and pressure, sometimes her body didn’t play by the rules of nature. She was currently in one of those moments now; where notes on different drafts were coming in from every direction and angle. The producer wanted one thing, the director wanted another, and each of the executives had comments that seemed to juxtapose what everyone else was saying. How to appease everyone while still maintaining integrity on the project was something she was still learning to handle.
In fact, they probably would’ve gone an entire extra month without knowing had it not been for Alex, who insisted she go to the doctor to find out why she was feeling so off. He suggested it could be something as simple as a new food allergy. Addi thought that was ridiculous and told him as much, but nonetheless, accepted his request and made herself an appointment with the doctor. And after a quick urine and blood test, that doctor transferred her over to her OBGYN.
Sure, Addi could’ve come home that day and gone the simple route with telling Alex the news. She could’ve burst through the door and told him that his little swimmers got to her. But, no. Alex had a tendency to do things with flair, and Addi would call his flair and raise him creativity.
He came home from work that day in a chipper mood… undoubtedly trying to overcompensate should he come to learn that she’d gotten less than happy news at the doctor. But he found her on the couch, nestled beneath blankets with a pizza box in front of her.
“What’s this?” He came up behind the couch and bent over to place a kiss to the top of her head.
Alex nodded but furrowed his eyebrows. “Interesting choice. We’ve got that good place on the corner?”
“I was feeling this one,” she insisted and tilted her head back to look at him. When he pressed a smile, she pouted her lips until he gave her another kiss. “Can you turn off the oven and get me a root beer in the fridge?”
He squinted at her, trying to figure out what was going on. Even if the oven request wasn’t an unusual one, the root beer request was. Up until that moment, he didn’t even know they had root beer in the house. But he left her wordlessly, and walked into the kitchen. “How was the doctor, kid?”
“Fine,” she called back.
Alex looked at the oven and paused. The dial was turned in the off position and he looked around, trying to figure out if she had meant something else. Growing increasingly confused and almost a little frustrated, he pulled open the over door and squatted down. He nearly had to choke back an annoyed grunt when he found what looked to be one single hamburger bun. Not toasted. Not preparing to be used for any sort of reason. Just a bun in the oven. He shot a glance back at Addi to see if she was watching him and laughing. If this was some sort of prank. But she was turned forward, chowing down on a slice of pizza.
“Did they figure out what was wrong?” He paused and she hummed affirmatively just as he opened the refrigerator door and came face to face with a six-pack of Dad’s Root Beer. But when she didn’t elaborate further on what the doctor had concluded, Alex grabbed the bottle with a little more gusto and came back to the living room. “What’d they say?”
Addi smiled and took the bottle from his hand, twisting the cap and tossing it onto the coffee table. “Nothing’s wrong.” She could see the wrinkles in Alex’s forehead getting more and more pronounced and she knew she only had a couple more minutes before he went ballistic.
“Just – tell me like I’m stupid then, because I don’t know what’s going on. Do you not want to tell me what the doctor said?”
She grinned, hoping that would clue him in that this was a sort of game. “Just think about it,”
“I don’t know what to think about,” he half-shrieked. His eyes darted from her face, to the root beer, to the pizza. “Well clearly they didn’t tell you you’re gluten or lactose intolerant,”
The wrinkles grew a little deeper, his gaze becoming a little more pleading. “Slugger, I don’t get it. I don’t get the pizza, and the root beer, and the random hamburger bun,”
Addi rolled her eyes and shifted on the couch until she was facing him. She’d walk him through it, but she wouldn’t give him the answer. “What’s the pizza?”
Alex grimaced and looked at the slice in her hand, “pepperoni.”
“No, where’s it from?”
She smiled and held up the root beer. Alex stared at it, then at her, and eventually back at the bottle.
“Root beer,” he paused, but when she didn’t give him a verbal response or move on, he amended. “Dad’s Root Beer,”
“And the bun?” she prompted, leaning in a little bit closer.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. Store brand?”
“Where was it?”
Another pause. His eyes flitting around the room. It was as if Addi could see the gears turning in his head, trying to sort out this enigmatic equation. Then she saw the moment it clicked. The moment where he put everything together. The tension in his shoulders left. The wrinkles in his forehead relaxed. His eyes softened and widened.
“Are you being serious?” His eyes were glued to her and he was completely frozen, even as she nodded. “Really?”
Her grin widened as she nodded again. Alex stood up on the couch and took a couple steps backward. "If you're joking..." he leaned over and set his hands on his knees.
"I'm not joking,"
A breathy laugh escaped his lungs. He stood up straight and extended himself backwards with a mighty yawp, "I'm gonna be a dad!"
Running back to the couch, he nearly sent Addi careening back on it as he ran into her, wrapping his arms around her body as tightly as he could get in an embrace. The kisses he planted on her lips were some of the most tender and passionate she'd ever gotten, and just when she thought her head was going to start spinning from them, Alex pulled away just enough to migrate his lips down to her stomach. He lifted her shirt and kissed her skin delicately, causing her to giggle from the light touch.
She looked down at him and tangled her fingers in his hair, scritching at his scalp as he mumbled joyous thoughts into her stomach.
When Addi finally managed to get him back to her; to get his eyes on hers, he had the proudest smile on his face, "I'm a papa."
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listen. alex and addi on vacation somewhere secluded and safe and totally away from prying eyes. and these two, they're in their element. clothes are forgone for the most part. and picture this with me, alex is wearing a white button down after they had a little candlelit dinner on the back deck, and he's got is mostly unbuttoned and looks especially irresistible and addi just can't help herself, she climbs into his lap and she rides him slowly right there, as the sun goes down behind them. mmmm
Well shit. Stick a fork in me and call me done 🥴 this is just... I’m speechless. How has this image never sparked in my brain before now? I am weak. Shall we call this a new little series for Vacation Al? Beach vacation Al 😏
Maybe this resort had a pretty good reputation for being discreet for their more "high profile guests". And maybe it's not an enormous place so it's not like a gaggle of paparazzi could get in even if they tried. Alex booked them a nice little villa on the beach at this resort, a true getaway after having spent the past few months completely apart. They'd both been on location on opposite ends of the world with nothing but FaceTime to keep them connected. From his job in rainy and dreary Ireland, and hers in temperate New Zealand, they met up in the middle for an island reconnection before heading back stateside.
She beat him there and quickly immersed herself in the island vibe by ordering herself a Mai Tai, which conveniently came with a tiny paper umbrella in the drink, and sat at the bar, drumming her fingers against it anxiously awaiting the arrival of her lover. That came an hour and a half after she'd found herself deep in conversation with an older couple, Mike and Mary, who were celebrating their anniversary.
He saw her first. There at the bar, eyes glued on people he didn't know. The man looked to be animatedly telling a story, the woman staring at the man with adoring eyes, and Addi totally invested in their conversation, interjecting with a laugh or a question every now and again. He approached at a casual pace but even that took almost all of his restraint. Just seeing her -- having her physically in his presence -- set his heart on fire. And had they been in private... hell had there been no one else in the bar, he would've performed a not-so-subtle act of affection right then and there.
He was close enough to hear their conversation by the time Addi looked to her right and saw him coming towards them. Her lapse of attention for the first time was enough to give Mike and Mary pause and they followed her gaze to the vision of a man walking up. She was up from her seat and jumping up into his arms in the same moment, hugging her arms around his neck with all her might.
Alex tucked his face into the crook of her neck, "hey, slugger." They pulled their heads apart just enough to kiss; the first one in months, before he set her feet back on the ground and helped her back onto her barstool.
She gestured toward the older couple, "this is Mike and Mary. They've been nice enough to keep me company for a little while," she grinned at them and shrugged her shoulders, basking in the warm feelings coursing through her body now.
Alex smiled and shook their hands; first Mary's, and then Mike's. He gave Addi a glance when Mike seemed to have a knowing smile on his face and said, "you must be the Alexander we've heard about."
He smiled, nodded, wondering how much she had divulged to these people since she'd been waiting. "Except for being the Alexander that's been away from her for too long, I hope only good things,"
"Only the best things, dear," Mary chimed in and grabbed Mike's hand. "We'll let you get to enjoying your time together,"
They bid their farewells (Addi let them part with a hug each and a half-promise to see each other around the resort), then she looked up at Alex, grabbing his hands in the same moment. He used that leverage to pull her into him a little more, getting to feel her chest against his, the pressure of her body setting his at ease. They spoke only momentarily, catching up on their journeys to the island and a little more information about Addi's new friends. Alex learned they were there celebrating their fortieth anniversary. Something about the way Addi told him that made him realize that she found that to be supremely romantic. Not long after, he asked if he could show her to their villa. Admittedly for selfish sexual reasons. To which she whole-heartedly agreed and linked her arm around his, letting him whisk her away.
Their luggage was already in their room when they arrived. Even a bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket on the table with a note from the resort telling them enjoy their stay and not hesitate to reach out with any requests. Alex was the first to hop in the shower, but only after asking if she wanted to join him. On any given day she would've said a resounding yes, but she was far too taken with their beach view from the patio to pull herself away. This was such a change from where they'd both just spent the last three months. Her previous view from her apartment in New Zealand was of a sheep farm. While seeing the animals roaming about was occasionally cathartic, the occasional smell was not. And God only knew what Alex had seen from Ireland during their rainy season. Beautiful, no doubt, but very muddy.
By the time he was out of the shower and she was stepping in, Addi could hear him on the phone ordering room service. Bless that man, for taking the reins she didn't want to take and making decisions. If she had a strong preference either way, she would've said something, but a lot of the time, just knowing he'd handle things made her life a hell of a lot easier.
She took her time in the shower, letting all the griminess from the plane ride be washed away and then some. Strange how even a shower in paradise seemed better. Some time later, with the feeling that she didn't want to be away from Alex any longer (and the rumbling of her stomach), she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself up in one of the fluffiest white robes she'd ever seen in her life. It was too wonderful to not wrap herself in.
Back in the room of their little villa, she tiptoed out as Alex was settling up with the hotel's wait staff. He'd changed into a pair of pants and a white cotton button down shirt. Something light for the climate. Then he slipped the server a little something extra, imparted a kind thank you, and followed the man out, locking the door behind him.
The moment he spotted Addi all wrapped up in the robe, an enormous smile broke out over his face, "comfy?" He felt his cheeks get warmer when she smiled and giggled, wrapping the fluffy fabric a little tighter around her. "It's nice out, I thought we'd eat on the patio,"
She nodded and followed him out after he picked up the two cloche covered plates. She passed the champagne bucket and took that and a couple glasses along for the fun. "I'm a tad under dressed for dinner," she mentioned after taking her seat on one side of the low table.
Alex sat down across from her, crossing his legs in front of himself. "You look great. You always look great. Dig in, kid,"
Addi lifted the cloche in front of her and fell in love with her giant Swede a little bit more. He'd gotten himself a nice steak with some veggies, something healthy-ish that would also stick to his bones. She would've been perfectly happy with that too, but in front of her, she found the most gourmet-looking cheeseburger and fries. She lifted sultry eyes to Alex, "I love you so much."
He chuckled and squinted his eyes shut as he popped the champagne open. It was all very contained, not like how they do it in movies, and Alex poured their two glasses to the rim. He lifted his glass in the air and waited for Addi to do the same with hers, "to knowing each other well enough to pick the perfect dinner."
This dinner felt different. Being in front of him, seeing him outside of a phone screen, was different. The conversation now was catching up for all the things they couldn't or didn't want to say over the phone. Namely how they each recognized how miserable the other one seemed but didn't want to bring it up while being so far apart. How could they make that better for themselves? There was no changing their reality; all they could do was ride it out. But it had tested them. A couple of pointless arguments had been dealt with -- ones that had come out of frustration from their situation and not particularly with the other person themself.
For both of them, it was nice to be able to see the other person in the flesh. To be able to reach across the table and touch them. That side of their relationship had been lacking for what seemed like an eternity now, and despite Addi inhaling her food, she just wanted as much physicality from Alex as she could get. It truly wasn't even fair. The way he looked so effortlessly handsome, beautiful. His shirt unbuttoned at the top, teasing her with his chest hair and the rippling of his muscles. His body was taunting her body, albeit subconscious, and she couldn't hold out any longer.
He seemed to have picked up on the shift in her at the perfect moment... Just a couple seconds before she caved and crawled over to him. He had just enough time to push his plate and glass away from the edge of the table before she shimmied her way onto his lap with her legs straddled over his.
"What do you need, sweet girl?" he hummed and brushed his fingertips through her hair to get it away from her face.
She turned into his hand, pressing her cheek into his palm with a whimper. "Just you," she wiggled her hips into him.
Alex grinned and pecked her lips, "lets go inside."
"No time," she looped her arms over his shoulders and rocked herself along his lap, doing her best to get him where she needed him to be, "here." The more frantic her movements in an effort to get him going, the more the robe began to fall away from her chest, leaving her breasts exposed to tease him. "Please. Please," she whimpered, nearly crying out.
She crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss, not oblivious to the fact that his hands migrated from the sides of her neck, down to her hips, until they eventually left her completely. She whined into his mouth at the feeling of space being put between their bodies. But he tutted and hushed her with another earth shattering kiss while his hands worked on his pants and the effort of undoing them.
There was only so much he could do with her on top of him. And he got the suspicion that she wouldn't handle more space between them very well. With her impatience growing, she brushed his hands away from his waist and flung his belt out of the loops like it was the easiest thing in the world. Alex leaned back on his hands, watching as she nimbly lowered his zipper and reached in to untuck him from his underwear. He flicked his eyes to her just in time to catch the coy grin on her face, obviously pleased with the state of him.
"Take it, kid."
Addi chewed on her bottom lip and took him firmly in her hand. She eased the robe apart so he could have the pleasure of a visual, and carefully, she guided him into her. Slowly. Purposefully. It was like she was trying to spur every nerve ending they had; to relish in this moment of reconnection after what seemed like an impossible amount of time apart.
He let out a deep sigh as he sunk into her, his hand splaying over her cheek when her eyebrows furrowed. She was letting gravity do all the work; to be the driving force of splitting her in two. Only once he was inside her to the hilt, did he press another kiss to her lips and allowed his tongue the exploration of hers. She moaned deeply and clutched onto his cotton shirt, using it for the leverage she needed to slide herself along his shaft.
"Oh god," he grumbled and moved his lips to her neck, taking a gentle bite as she came forward on him again.
Her breath hitched in her throat and she ducked the side of her head against his. "Good?"
Alex nodded with his face buried in the crook of her neck. He was gritting his teeth, trying to hold out, but it had been so long since he'd had a satisfying release, and the thought of busting right here in this moment was almost too good to hold out on. "Keep going, kid, don't stop." He encircled his arms around her waist and held her down on him, keeping himself deep and forcing her to switch to circular grinding, all of which just made her body shudder against him.
"Alex," she groaned and let her head tilt backwards, succumbing to every ounce of the feeling and pleasure inside her.
"Yeah?" He looked up at her, moving one of his hands to the side of her neck and brought it back in place, until he could press his forehead against hers.
"Yeah," she whispered.
His abs flexed as she rode him, the gyrating of her hips making them both close already. He nodded to her and curled his fingers in the hair at the back of her head for a gentle tug; nothing too forceful or directive, just something to hold onto. "Come with me, slugger. C'mon,"
Addi whined breathlessly and lurched forward against his body when his shaft rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot. He was there to hold her, keeping her close and tight to his body. She was tightening around him, throbbing and pulsating, and before she could even vocalize it, Alex kissed her bare shoulder with a small smile.
"I feel it. Give it to me, sweetheart,"
She came with a muted cry and felt Alex release just as she was coming down off of her high. They panted together, chest to chest, taking a moment to catch their breath before they dared to speak. Words were still a ways off when Addi lifted her head and focused on Alex's shirt to unbutton it and finally push it back off his shoulders. He cooperated as much as necessary to free himself of the fabric but quickly moved his hand to her breast and gave it a gentle, absent squeeze.
She set her hand over his, adding a bit more pressure to his touch. "I'm gonna want to do that again tonight,"
He chuckled and kissed her yet again as he allowed his hand to drop to her hip, "maybe a couple more times tonight."
Addi raised her eyebrows in mocking surprise. "Oh yeah? Think your body can take it, old man?"
"We'll certainly give it a try," he smiled and reached past her. He handed her, her champagne glass and then took his and gently clinked them together with a cheeky wink.
Y'all, I. Am. Vibing 🥵
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@grandpa-sweaters wrote this beautiful little number about Alex in his family's cabin in Sweden... surrounded by nothing but nature and elements of calm. And it just sent my imagination running. I've written about Alex taking Addi to his family's cabin before and I want to explore more on it because her post about it played along right into what I was thinking and feeling. Consider this Cabin Part Deux
Time passes at the cabin with a gentle ease that Addi has never experienced before. It takes relaxation to the next level simply because there's no other human life around them. It's as if they've found a blank canvas of a new world and are the only human inhabitants. Aside from the sexual pleasures (of which there are many) being given and relished in, there's a whole new set of pleasures being discovered between them... Ones that might've never been discovered had it not been for the family cabin somewhere off the beaten trail in Northern Sweden.
Like how it feels to shower in the lake. To be naked and exposed to not only the elements, but also the life that dwells just below the surface of the water. Then afterwards, to lie naked on the porch, lounging in an Adirondack while the sun rays dry away the droplets of water still lingering on skin.
Or what it's like to watch Alex chopping wood for the wood-burning stove. The way he carries the axe and wedge over to the weathered stump that looks like it's been used for this exact purpose for over a hundred years. How he lifts his next target atop that stump, and then effortlessly swings the axe over his shoulder and head and thwacks it against the log. Sometimes it splits in half in one try. With the larger and thicker logs, sometimes it takes two, maybe three tries before it splits. It always progresses to the point where Alex starts to break a sweat, and in the effort of preserving the cleanliness of the clothes he has, it also always progresses to him shedding his shirt and tossing it to the side. By the time that happens, Addi only has five minutes (maybe ten if she really puts her mind to it) to watch him before she has to go inside and take a cold shower, or get herself off just so she can function the rest of the day. Sometimes he comes in and catches her midway through, which obviously makes his next task helping her to reach a climax. But sometimes she finishes before he's done chopping wood, and Addi has to force herself to stay away from windows that'll give her access of seeing him continuing.
Then there's the lounging -- on the couch, in bed, on the floor in front of the fireplace, anytime of day or night. The lounging is what makes her think about what it'd be like to grow old with Alex. What to expect when they decide to leave the industry behind and settle for the simple life. It's the way they sit together in the morning reading and drinking coffee; he, still shirtless from the night before, and she, in nothing but one of his old t-shirts. Or the crossword puzzle she gets halfway through before begging for his help because he's got an old-timey knack for them.
And it's the nest of pillows and blankets she creates on the floor in front of the fireplace after he's opened a bottle of wine. The intimate conversations they have in the flickering shadows of firelight. Their fingertips dancing over soft skin and kisses pressed to just about any place their lips can reach. She wouldn't trade those moments for anything.
Sometimes it's something as simple as the way Alex mills about the kitchen. If they're not going to cook together (because that always becomes playful), it's his meditation moment. He's fluid and at ease in the kitchen. And on the mornings or nights when the cabin hasn't retained too much warmth, Alex throws on a knit sweater found deep in the back of one of the closets. As much as she loves him naked, the knit sweaters are a close and formidable second. Every biological instinct in her kicks into gear when he throws on one of those sweaters. And just like when he's chopping wood, if she's not careful and stares at him for too long, she's got two options: excusing herself for a cold shower, or interrupting the progress of his cooking to plead for sex, or at the very least, help with masturbation.
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Because I'm a sucker for the pre-relationship vibe (or maybe early stages, before anyone knows)... Concept: Addi sees him very gently and tactfully reject someone while they're out somewhere, together-not-together. Maybe it's not even a jealousy moment, but just a reassuring reminder that he's a decent guy. Bonus points if the interloper is really drunk and he makes sure she gets a cab. (Hope you're doing okay 💛)
Thanks so much for sending this in friend 🥺 I really appreciate you 🖤
I too have all the feels for pre-relationship Alex & Addi. There is something so fairy-tale-esque, romantic about this idea of being so close with someone on a platonic level and having that blossom into something more. It’s one of the many reasons we’re all head over heels for Tiger & Bill right? Right. I love this thought-nugget you’ve tossed my way. I love it for pre-relationship because we know Addi has some trouble with not being jealous over a man who is not hers to be jealous of.
I think it goes even deeper than just her being jealous of other women showing him attention. She’s protective of him in a whole lotta ways. She’s protective of his time, knowing that he doesn’t have a lot of it free. She’s protective of his space because she knows that people try to get into it without having earned the right. And maybe the one that plays into this scenario here -- she’s protective of his physical body and his mental health. To a degree, y’all. Alex keeps a lot close to the chest. Somewhere deep down, he sort of feels like he can easily become a burden to other people and so he tries to lighten their load while simultaneously making it heavier on himself. It’s a precarious tightrope to walk. For someone who is often outspoken with certain views (our big boy has publicly spoken about the gendered wage gap and the #MeToo movement), he can never really allow himself to let go in public. Every interaction he has, every photo... Addi can see the gears turning in his head. One hand on her shoulder, one hand in your pocket. Both hands in your pockets. While he would never cross a line, he makes it wholly clear that there’s no question of it.
Addi is constantly amazed by him. Whenever she can convince him to go out, she knows he’s doing so at the price of more of his privacy. But he never complains, never offers an annoyed glare. The man has the patience, tact, and humility of a saint, when for all intents and purposes (with the amount of attention he gets, professionally and by potential partners) he has every reason not to have those qualities.
They’re at some bar on the West Side. One that neither of them is too familiar of. They had a moment of wanting to try something new, partially forgetting that that comes with its own whole set of challenges. They don’t know the layout of the place, or the clientele, or the safe getaways should things get to a point that makes him a little less than comfortable. Not having the answers to any of these things, they opt to sit at the bar because at least that way they’re facing the employees and not the room full of patrons. They only get to see his back, unless they happen upon one of the few angles that exposes his face, and thus, his identity.
And the two of them are having the best time. There’s not a moment of pause in conversation despite their reality which has them around each other pretty much constantly. It’s been three months of seeing each other every day for fourteen hours a day. And they’re about to see a whole lot more of each other as the crew prepares for Germany and the last little leg of their shoot. But tonight, it’s just them. Or at least it is until a beautiful woman comes up behind Alex and delicately places her hand in the center of his upper back. Addi spots her first and can hardly conceal the drop her stomach makes. She’s seen Alex flirt with women who’ve looked like this beautiful woman, and again, it’s not her place to not let him have this if he wants it.
Alex turns around just enough to look at her. His body is still angled towards Addi though; not that it matters much to this other woman. If she even realizes Addi’s there, she’s doing a great job of ignoring her existence completely. He smiles pleasantly but says nothing. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize this woman’s a little marinated in liquid courage.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” She says loud enough to be heard over the chatter in the bar.
Alex shakes his head and grins, “no, I don’t think so.” It’s not lost on him that Addi hides her smile behind her cocktail glass. He’s technically not lying; a fact he’ll pride himself in. Knowing him implies they have had personal interaction before. Now, “seen him somewhere” … that’s a different story.
“How about I get to?” Off his non-response, she motions to the bar, “can I buy you a drink, darling?”
Addi’s cheeks turn red. How dare this woman have the gall, the nerve, the audacity to use a pet name on him. But Alex, calm as ever, just smiles and sets one hand on his chest, “that’s really sweet of you but I have to decline. I’ve got an early morning, this has to be my last one,” he lifts his half-empty glass up off the bar.
A chorus-line explodes through the bar – chanting and yelling. The beautiful woman turns away from Alex and waves to them; made obvious that they’re her friends by the colorful names they call her. And they’re out the door without so much as waiting for the comrade they’ve left behind. So she returns her focus to Alex and slides her hand just a touch lower on his back. “Is your early morning going to keep you from going home with someone tonight?”
“It is, yeah.”
She purses her lips, then mumbles something a little less than coherent and turns to follow her friends out. But call it intuition (or just the way she almost stumbles out of the bar), Alex says something that Addi doesn’t quite catch because she’s still flustered by the whole situation. And before she can ask for clarification, he’s already off his barstool and following the woman out.
And if there’s any sort of jealously in this situation, this is where it arises because that woman managed to get Alex’s attention. Managed to pull him away from what he was doing, the conversation he was in with the person he came with, and get him to follow her out of the bar. So Addi stews in her seat and wipes her fingers over the condensation on her glass. She’s waiting as patiently as she can for him to return. Only… a few minutes pass and he’s still not back. Then a few minutes more. And it gets to the point that Addi starts to feel the curious gazes from the bartenders; staring at her, wondering what happened to make him leave his night with her for a night with another woman.
Just as she nears her breaking point and goes to fish her credit card out of her purse, the barstool next to her is re-occupied by the tower of a man she was previously with. She stares at him, jaw half-dropped as if asking where the hell were you? But no noise comes out, and Alex lifts his glass and smiles as he takes sip.
“Oh, hello there, Casanova,”
They both know that oozes insinuation and for a moment, he can’t tell if she’s playing around with him or if she’s actually a little perturbed. Maybe another sip of his drink will give him the time to figure it out.
“You don’t last very long. You should really work on your stamina,”
He laughs into his drink, very much getting her insinuation. As he sets his now empty glass on the bar, he simultaneously digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. It’s all done so very casually – like this is the status-quo. “Ready to get out of here?”
She eyes him, subtly watching him push his credit card toward the approaching bartender. “Sorry, I don’t take sloppy seconds,”
Alex smiles that disarming smile. The one that stretches from cheek to cheek, upper teeth peeking past his lips. “I would’ve done the same for you,”
“I will never blow you on a city sidewalk. I promise you that,”
He rolls his eyes. His slugger. He opens his mouth for a response but in the same moment, the bartender returns and sets his card back in front of him. Alex nods graciously and slips his card back into his billfold before he flicks his eyes back up to Addi and grins. “I got her into an Uber, you nut,” he giggles and leans back slightly to stretch his body out so he can slide his wallet back into his pocket. “She got left behind. She’s drunk and alone on the street,” he could see that Addi was still staring at him suspiciously. “I got her in a car so she could get home safe. I would do that for you. I would do that for anyone,”
But it’s not that Addi’s looking at him suspiciously, like she doesn’t believe him. She hands down believes that he made sure that girl called and then got into an Uber safely. She’s looking at him some type of way because the genuine concern he shows for strangers is practically inspiring. And maybe part of her is a little disheartened that his simple act of decency is even enough to be called inspiring. Maybe it’s depressing that the bar is so low for men. To just be a decent human. And maybe the other part of it is that she truly sees how good of a man he really is, and every day she spends with him, she sees more and more things that prove that. It dawns on her that he’s calling her, but she hasn’t been paying much attention after coming to the realization (one again) that he’s just a really solid man.
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Papa Al is just the best, I'm always sooo softt after reading Alex and Addi as parents 🥺 maybe could you write something about when their first baby is just born (or like a few days after) and it's all cute and fluffy and ofc papa Al is sooo in love 🥰
To quote Mamma Mia 2, “be still my beating vagina”. I’m either so soff for Papa Al or my hormones are RAGING that I'm so hot for Papa Al. There is no other option and there is no in-between. I feel you Non. I feel you so hard. Papa Al is best. Papa Al is everything anyone could ever want in a father-figure. PAPA AL IS LIFE.
Addi thought Alex was going to be a wreck when their first bebe was born -- just like what she saw in countless tv shows and movies. The father always bumbling about, acting more insane than the woman in actual labor. She thought that although he had a lot of practice with caring for and entertaining children, it'd be something else entirely to be prepared for the birth of his own child.
They'd been meticulous with their planning; sorting everything out so she could work from home for the last couple months of pregnancy with occasional office visits with executive producers. And he could go off on a press tour of Europe and make it back home with a couple weeks to spare before the baby was due. However, their first little kiddo taught them an invaluable lesson: expect sunshine but pack for rain. No sooner than Alex was off on his first leg of the press tour, their little nugget decided his birthday was going to be a few weeks earlier than anticipated.
She laughed at their misfortune. At the idea that they could plan something for a child and the child would follow along. Addi grabbed the hospital bag and lugged it to the car, cursing the lack of foresight to have Alex put it in the trunk before he left. She drove herself to the hospital and left a rather cheery voicemail to her baby daddy, ending with the simple request, "get your ass back home."
The next couple days was a blur as labor pains took root, friends and family came into and out of the room as if through a revolving door, and Alex finally made it home following Addi's final request: pick up In-N-Out before the hospital. In fact, in between the time she drove herself to the hospital and finally holding their new little bebe, Addi only remembered how delicious that animal-style double double tasted.
Now that we've got the background sorted, lets get into soff Papa Al 🥺 From the very first look, Alex was enamored. He knew what unconditional, undying love felt like; he felt that for Addi. But he had never felt it to this level -- this realization that he would forever be gladly indebted to this tiny, little human.
Alex had become a sponge at the hospital, trying to learn and retain every bit of information the doctor spouted out... from bathing, and feeding, and signs of colic... so by the time they got home, he went into action of implementing everything. And he wanted to be present for everything. Every burp, every spit up. The joyful shriek that was emitted from his mouth when their tiny bebe did his first at-home crap was unlike anything Addi had ever heard or expected to hear from him.
"Kid! Our boy has normal poop!" Then quieter, bending over to kiss their baby's head, "good job, bud."
And for every bit of telepathy Addi felt she had for their teacup human (she felt like she could anticipate his needs and tantrums), she thought -- nay, she knew -- Alex had it too. One particular night a week of having their baby home, nothing seemed to be going right. The baby was up, was down, wasn't sleeping for very long, needed to be fed, needed to be changed, needed to be coddled, needed belly rubs... whatever it was, it didn't seem like anything was working. Addi was growing frustrated with herself, feeling like she was a terrible parent who couldn't satiate her child. He'd only been down for a few minutes but she felt a pit in her stomach that a storm was brewing. A quick look in his bassinet and she could see his little eyebrows were furrowing. He was gearing up for a barbaric yawp. Just as she was about to spring into action to subdue as much of the tantrum as possible, Alex beat her to it. He had already rid himself of his shirt (after having been a big fan of the doctor mentioning skin to skin contact was important for infants), lifted their little nugget from where he laid, and held him to his bare chest. The furrowed brow diminished: no screams, tears, or wails. Just Alex laying on the couch watching tv with their son sleeping on his chest.
Addi knew Alex would be a good father. She had no doubt of that. It wasn't even the aspects of "expected" parenthood that hit her in all the right places. Sure she loved when Alex changed the diapers or got up first during the night for a feeding, but the things she really loved were the things no parenting book would tell you about. Somewhere bubbling at the surface, she knew these were things Stellan had done with him, and he was now doing with his own son.
Like the way he gave a verbal response to every single noise the little kiddo made. A yawn, a cry, a low mumble that was just a random string of noises put together, Alex made sure each one went noticed. Although the tiny babe was hardly able to understand much of anything, Alex was making sure that this tiny human grew into an independent free-thinker who understood that his feelings and thoughts were valid and valued. Or the way he would carry the nugget around the house, stopping at each and every photo on the wall or sitting in frames. He'd explain the story behind the photo as if the bebe could comprehend what was being said, let alone clearly see the picture. "This was the first time mama and I went to Sweden. We stayed in the cabin..." he paused when the kiddo fussed, "yeah, we'll take you to the cabin one day, don't worry."
But maybe the thing that tugged at her heartstrings the most was the way Alex would hold their teacup human to his chest and dance in the living room to no music at all. Just slow, languid turns and dips until the babe was fast asleep in his papa's arms. Even then, he didn't stop his dancing. Often times, Addi would poke her head into the room to see what was happening and Alex would spot her and reach out one hand to her. She'd roll her eyes and act like he was insane, but nonetheless, she'd set her hand in his and let him lead her around the living room in a slow dance to a song only he could hear with their little creation between them.
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okay but what about alex being the one using safeword? maybe during sex, maybe during an argument, or maybe that tiny insecurity that somehow led him to a bad headspace...
So... the first time Alex uses the safe word, Addi’s kind of 😤 about it because he uses it to have a conversation that’s like... “mreh” to her 😂 (sometimes she’s a real brat, y’all). But let’s explore the first time he uses it earnestly in a “this needs to stop right now" kind of way.
They know the safe word is there for either of them to use, but because Addi is generally the one having things done to her, maybe there’s a sense of expectation that she’d be the one to use it more frequently between the two of them (not that it’s a frequent thing because the point is to know your partner’s limits and not have them have to use it). But because of the nature of their activities and the fact that a big chunk of the time, she’s on the receiving end of those things, there’s a realization that the probability of her saying the safe word is higher than him saying it.
Maybe on this particular night Alex and Addi had just reconvened in Los Angeles after a couple weeks apart from each other on separate jobs. Although they called or FaceTime’d every night, she could tell that he was stressed and drained, and wearing every ounce of that on his shoulders. On top of the way he sounded or looked, she also recognized that the usually steamy conversations that happened during times apart, hadn't happened this time. She tried initiate on a few different occasions and got gentle rejections in return. He blamed it on being tired or having to wake up early and Addi tried not to take it personally.
Back in LA together she thought that'd be an immediate change. Back in each other's embrace, the primal need for closeness and contact would be reinvigorated. But as soon as Alex got home, he went to the bedroom and passed out. Now three days after being back in each other's presence, Addi was chomping at the bit and decided to take the reins if he wasn't going to.
She sunk down to her knees that night while he was perched on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through emails but not pausing to focus on any one in particular. He flicked his eyes to her and watched as she stroked her fingertips up his thighs and eventually over his crotch, palming and squeezing at him. If it felt good, he made no audible notion of it, but Addi pressed on, determined with the task at hand. She unbuttoned his jeans and tucked them back, out of the way, with access to his underwear.
Addi kept her eyes on his, doe-eyed and innocent-looking as she lowered her head and dragged her tongue over the outline of his shaft. She thought she'd hear something from him but alas -- he remained quiet. At this point it was quickly becoming a pride thing and Addi tucked her hand beneath his boxer briefs and eased his manhood out. She tried not to look too surprised that her actions hadn't given him the slightest hint of an erection. Undeterred, she lowered her lips back to him, curling around his tip.
The first sound. The first word. She was getting somewhere! Addi lowered her mouth on him even more.
"Kid, stop," he pressed on her shoulder until she eased her mouth off of him.
When she looked back down, her ministrations hadn't been the least bit successful. "Do you need something different?" Addi wrapped her hand around him to begin slow, languid strokes. But even then, Alex set his hand on top of hers to stop her.
"I want to make you feel good," she persisted and pulled his hand away from hers so she could continue stroking him.
But all he did was release a semi-frustrated sigh. "Dragonfruit,"
Addi removed her hand from him and sat back on her knees, staring at him with sad, worried eyes -- looking like a wounded bird. Alex adjusted his pants back in place and buttoned them up.
Finally he noticed that she looked absolutely shell-shocked, and he scooted forward to the edge of the couch and cupped her chin in his hand. "It's not gonna happen tonight," he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"But maybe if I--"
"Kid," he interrupted and stared at her like he was trying to tap into her soul. "It's not going to happen for me," he brushed his thumb over her cheek. "I'm exhausted. My whole body is sore. It's not a you thing, I'm just a little banged up right now and the sex drive is dangerously low."
"I didn't think it was a me thing,"
Alex chuckled and helped her up onto the couch and into his lap. He waited until she nestled in, pulling her legs in close and set her head against his shoulder. "Just because it's not going to happen for me doesn't mean it can't happen for you,"
She pouted and just her bottom lip out, "that's no fun." Whether she actually believed that or was just trying to take the pressure off...
"Really? It's a lot of fun for me,"
Addi picked at his t-shirt, paused in thought momentarily. When she looked up into his eyes and saw that he was earnest in his offer, she got up from his lap and made a quick dash to the bedroom with Alex close behind.
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Because this concept has been living in my brain for a good while now... (18+)
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Imagine waking on a Sunday before Alex is even stirring. Turning over, you take in his broad, bare back, the sheets slung low around his waist. You scoot closer, tucking your knees into the space behind his, and press soft kisses to his freckled shoulder. It always amazes you how soft his skin feels, how warm he is, how good he smells.
What began as an innocent exploration turns slightly less so, and your hand creeps down to caress his outer thigh. You run your tongue gently up his spine, kissing his neck and the soft spot behind his ear. He sighs and shifts under the covers.
“You’re getting me hard,” he mumbles into the pillow, only half awake.
Your hand seeks confirmation, moving up the inside of his thigh to his balls, your forearm brushing against his lengthening shaft. He exhales softly. You run the back of your hand over the silky skin of his cock, feeling him grow firmer beneath it, cupping his balls and gently circling your flattened palm around his head.
“Don’t tease me,” he murmurs, hips moving slowly against nothing.
“I didn’t mean to tease,” you say, wrapping your hand around him. “I just love the way you feel.”
You stroke him firmly but slowly, relishing in the soft sighs he gives you in return. You can't get enough of him like this -- not just his cock in your hand, but how soft and sweet he is this early in the morning, still groggy with sleep.
“You’re so fucking hard for me already, aren’t you?”
You swipe the precum leaking from his tip around his head with your thumb, and he exhales sharply, thrusting into your palm. You press yourself closer to him, your bare chest flush against his back, and he groans.
“I’m so wet, Alex,” you whisper in his ear, snaking your free hand down under the waistband of your panties. He can feel your hand moving against his ass and grunts, reaching for your hand and circling his own fist tightly around yours, guiding your fingers as you stroke. You look down at his arm, a muscle twitching in his bicep, veins bulging in his forearm.
“I love it when you fuck my hand like that,” you say softly as his he rolls his hips into your fist. His breathing grows ragged as his pace quickens.
Just before he comes, he turns toward you, the fingers of his free hand clutching your hair and pulling your mouth toward his. Panting against your lips, his breath catches and he lets out a final shaky groan, his forehead pressed against yours. You glance down in admiration as his release decorates his lower abs, pearly strings glistening against his golden skin.
He gently unmolds his fingers from around yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, then your forehead. “Let me get cleaned up,” he says, sitting up and heading for the door. “And then I’ll be back for you.” He glances over his shoulder, grinning wickedly, the threat dark in his eyes.
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