#alex hogh andersen x bill skarsgard

[groovyzombiellama]

The Golden/Stylish Trio

Title: The Golden/Stylish Trio

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are an actress and shoot a project with Alex and Bill and the two of them have a crush on you.

Word count: 1617

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Ever since you were a child, you knew that you wanted to be an actress, and it didn’t matter how many people told you that you shouldn’t dream so high and that you were gonna fail, that just made you want to work more just to prove them wrong. You were constantly told that you wouldn’t have enough work, and that being an actress is stressful and difficult. Of course you knew that, in their own way every job is difficult, but you didn’t mind it because you knew that you would have difficult moments, but you were ready for whatever that world had to throw at you, because at least  that way, you would be doing something you love. You had the support of your immediate family, like your parents in the first place, and so you decided to take a chance and start your path towards making your dreams come true.

At first you had it quite difficult, not really being what the casting agent was looking for, both in terms of character and in your lack of experience. You had sleepless nights thinking about how you were supposed to gather experience when nobody wanted to give you a chance to gain any of it. And you expected this, so it wasn’t a surprise to you, and it just motivated you to do better and go to some classes and stuff, but that doesn’t mean getting rejected so many times didn’t hurt you. There were times where you would feel like the people who told you that you wouldn’t be able to make it were right and that you should just give up and go back home. Your family was alright with you coming back and going to college for something else, but just like your friends, they believed that you could do it and that every beginning is hard, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t succeed. And indeed, with patience, it started happening, you started getting cast.

Of course, you wouldn’t be able to get a lead role right off the bat, but you were getting work as eather a background character, or a very minor character that maybe had one or two lines. And even though it was something small and didn’t mean a lot of camera time, you were still extatic and extremly grateful and happy to even be getting any work at all. Your portfolio was growing, your list of work experience was becoming longer and longer, and a lot of casting agents saw your passion and dedication to acting, to the point where you even got cast as a supporting character in a movie, the so called “best friend trope”, and your lines consisted of pep talks and you were honestly just there to lift up the lead character. But it was the longest time you had spent in front of the camera so far and the most speaking lines you had gotten, so to say you were grateful and excited would be understatements.

You had no idea where all of this was gonna take you, but you were so proud of yourself for not giving up on your dreams. You even sent tickets for that movie to your cousins who didn’t believe you could make it and some of the people who bullied you and said you would never amount to nothing. It wasn’t to spite them, not too much anyway, because you never were a person to hold a grudge or feel good if others are feeling down. You just wanted to tell them that hard work will always pay off and that hard work can beat talent if talent doesn’t work hard. You were getting recognized and it was blowing your mind to be walking down the street and hear people talking about you as you pass them, guessing if you were the girl they had seen in that movie. And it made you smile every time. Eventually you ended up getting an e-mail that changed your life in a drastic way. A huge gig, bigger than any you have had before, with actors that you admired.

You had known Bill Skarsgård from his role as Roman Godfrey in Hemlock Groove, and as the iconic clown, Pennywise, in the most recent IT movies. And when your agent told you that he was gonna be one of your costars, you had to sit down, as your legs felt like they were gonna give out. He always seemed like a truly pleasant person to be around and an actor who really cares about the craft. And his good looks were just a bonus to a very amazing person. And that was the case for your other costar who once again gave you that feeling that you were gonna collapse if you keep standing. The Ivar the Boneless from Vikings, Victor from Outsiders, Alex Høgh Andersen. Alex always had the appeal as a literal ray of sunshine to you and it made your head feel dizzy to be working with them at all, and even when you met them, you couldn’t believe it was true.

Both Bill and Alex found you adorable as you tried not to fangirl around them, and be your cool self, or at least what you thought was cool. Bill had known about you as he had watched one of the movies you were in and he admired the way you put everything you had into your character, so he already knew some things about you, but even with that, you had managed to amaze him beyong belief. To Alex. meeting you was completely new territory, but he was enjoying every second of it, seeing the way every part of you contained the character you were supposed to potray. Even your eyes would show the emotion your character was supposed to be feeling that both men were dangerously close to apologising to you the moment they looked into your eyes as you were filming a scene where you were supposed to have a disagreement or fight.

Both Alex and Bill felt like they were learning a lot from you, as much as you were learning from them. And your vibrant personality, combined with that smile of yours were enough for them to develp crushes on you. It amazed them that neither one of them was able to say anything to you, that when it came to you, they would feel nervous or get tongue tied. When the two of them were talking and you came up, the shock on both of their faces, wide eyed expressions were almost comical as they realised the second they started talking about you that they had crushes on you. They didn’t want to make this a rivalry between them and try to win you over from one or the other. They were gonna leave the choice to you if you ever developped feelings for one of them and the other was gonna support you both. But that didn’t stop them from admiring you constantly and gushing about you in interviews and to each other.

As more time passed, the more the three of you started getting closer, so much so that they put up with the silly nicknames that you gave them and even though Billy and Lexie weren’t their favorite, and they honestly prefered some of your more creative nicknames, or standard “love” or “hun” that you loved calling people who were important to you, they cared about you enough to accept you just the way you were, which meant the world to you. Bill’s brother Gustaf was really glad that his costar from Vikings was friends with his brother, because the cast of the show had become like his second family in a way, and now you were a very dear friend to all of them.

Every interview that you did with these boys was a blast, you would always have fun and if they even sensed that you were feeling uncomfortable with a question or something, the both of them would create a diversion, as you woke up in them the feeling to be protective over you, but not too much that you feel suffocated, but just enough for people to know that you were not someone to mess with, both because of you being a strong and independent woman, and also because you had the two of them who had your back as much you had theirs. You three were truly a great trio, and your friendship was one that you were sure was for the books and that it was gonna last.

Regardless of the fact that their crushes were growing by the day and often times they had to stop themselves from spending entire interviews talking about you, they never forced you into anything, or tried to convince you that one of them was better for you than the other. And their biggest pet peeve was when you didn’t believe in yourself and always claimed that “people were just too kind to you” whenever someone complimented you, because they just wanted you to know that to them you were absolutely amazing and to so many people who were fans of you. But they appreciated that you were kinda using that to keep your humble nature, worried that if you started giving yourself that much credit, you would become vain and too self absorbed. They were thankful that they met you and hoped your friendship lasted a long time, even if nothing more developped from it. You were the Golden Trio, named by the entertainement industry, or the Stylish Trio as fans started calling you after Alex’s post, and you were happy with it.

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SURPRISE @walkxthexmoon !! You wanted either one of aus that I do, but you were always sweet to me and kind, that you get all of it, written, gif and social media au :D <3 I truly hope you like it :)

I appreciate all of you guys and thank you all for your follows, likes, reblogs, I’ll never be able to thank you all enough. Every time I get an e-mail telling me someone followed me, it makes my entire week better and keeps me motivated! So thank you to all of you, I love you all so much, and if people are nice to me I do my damnest to be 10x nicer, because you deserve it back, so this fic took a lot longer to make than I thought, and hopefully it’s a good one and you guys like it, and just once again, I appreaciate all of you <3

[emmyrosee]

Me again:) I wanted to ask if you could write something about the little girl having at her kindergarten a daddy daugther dance and she really wants Alex and Bill to go with her but she is too shy to ask them. So the night before so the reader finds a flyer of the event in her backpack and she is conflicted in asking both of them to accompany her daughter to the dance. Alex and Bill find out and surprise not only the little one but reader too by coming to the dance event. Please?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *deep inhale* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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you knew that they'd take her in a heart beat. that was never a concern that crossed your mind.

but you never knew just how honored and excited the two of them were at the prospect of accompanying their little friend to a dance where they could be acknowledged further, as a family, until you walked into your home, leah's small hand in yours and a bag of groceries in the other, and saw the rose petals adorning the threshold of your home and trailing into the living room. the scent of the petals hit your nose immediately, and while you wanted to relish in the sweet scent, your little girl had other desires, wondering who was luring you both into the living room.

you have to go through those "stranger danger" steps again, clearly.

"mommy, mommy, look!" she squeals, picking up a flurry of petals and tossing them around, and you try your hardest to ignore the mess being made. she tugs your arm harder, and you follow the small little girl and the petals into the living room where your two best friends stood, bodies standing next to each other and clad in expensive looking tuxedos.

"you look so pretty!" leah calls out to them before dashing over to the brawny dane, who crouches down to meet her eager embrace. alex grins and plants a wet kiss on leah's cheek, causing the five-year old to giggle, "pretty handsome, right?"

"extremely," you finish, slowly stalking over to bill with a grateful smile on your face. "you found the invitation, didn't you?" you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. bill snickers, "not like you tried hard to hide it; i mean, come on- in the pocket of her jacket? seriously? you know i religiously clean fruit snacks out of that thing, momma."

alex stops his playing with leah to give you both a dramatic sigh, "and as hurt as we are that you didn't want us to the daddy-daughter dance-"

"i diiiiid!" leah whines. "mommy said no!"

"leah!" you snort, offended at your daughter's willingness to completely disregard what you had actually said: they probably both want to go, and she should save them the heartache and keep it a secret.

not a complete 'no,' anyways.

"regardless," alex tries to hide his snickering. "we want to go. and we're taking you both. because that's what families do."

and while leah only cheers in excitement, her small arms wrapping around alex's thick neck, all you can do is shake your head and wrap your own arm around bill's waist, "where am i supposed to find us a dress?"

"i got you both one!" alex says, almost offended you that you expected him to not think of everything.

"how do you know my dress size!"

he grins cheekily, "the times you've gotten wine drunk and i've had to zip those damned things off of you-"

"alex!"

"what!"

[ill-skillsgard]

Hey lovely:) I wanted to ask if I please could get a continuation of the Adrian and Mickey roommate imagine? If not I totally understand. Have a lovely day 💗

Hello, love! I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to get to this. I have the worst attention span, and I didn't want to write something for you that was lacklustre. But I've had a pang of inspiration, and I missed these two boys a lot. With that said, I give you the continuation you requested <3 The previous imagine is here [x]

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You looked around the apartment...If one could call it such. It was more of a hallway, with a sliver of a kitchen that certainly would never suit the type of meals you liked to cook. You imagined one of the guys barreling through, knocking over a pot of sauce or bumping you with their broad shoulders, sending a sheet of cookies flying to their crumbly death.

"Okay... I know I said I'd be happy in a broom closet, but how are we supposed to cook Thanksgiving dinner here? The stove might as well be an Easy Bake Oven; it's so small. And I've seen coolers bigger than that fridge."

"It's fine," said Mickey.

"I think she has a point," Adrian replied.

The cupboards were apartments for mice, and when you walked down the tiled hall toward the bedrooms, the checkered floor rose and fell, creating an optical illusion of a giant woman in a tiny passage. Mickey and Adrian tried to stifle their giggles.

"Mickey, you try walking through without smashing your head on the ceiling."

It was true—Mickey couldn't make it through the corridor without ducking. But it wasn't the most inconvenient feature of the place. When you reached the first bedroom on the left side, all three of you went in and had a thorough glance around, determining it wasn't so bad until Adrian opened the closet and let out a sigh.

"So... There's a door inside the closet."

"What do you mean 'a door'?"

"Like, there's a tiny door right there in the back of the closet. Right there!"

You and Mickey crowded in to see the small door Adrian spoke of. Mickey nudged Adrian with his elbow. "Open it, Adrian."

"No! What if there's a body in there?"

"Honestly, that'd be the least surprising thing," you muttered as Adrian ventured further into the bare board closet. He twisted the rusty knob and pulled open the door. You watched him hunch down and inch through the space, his shuffles growing distant. "Guys, you're never gonna believe this!"

"What! Is it treasure?" Mickey called out.

"Check it out!" Adrian's voice sounded from behind, startling shrieks from you and Mickey. The taller man clung to you like a frightened child.

"How did you get there?" You asked.

"The door leads to the other room!"

"That's...Deeply unsettling," Mickey said.

"Let's check out the other bedroom," you huffed, leaving the interconnected rooms.

The third bedroom was that broom closet you had assured would be acceptable living quarters. However, the more time you spent inside the narrow square bedroom, the more you convinced yourself tortured spirits of people long-dead whispered in the corners. The cobwebs hung down like Christmas garlands, and the light fixture was a bizarre handicraft of deer antlers with a pull-string hanging down in the center of the room.

Mickey came in behind you and patted you on the shoulder. "Seems like murders happened in here."

Adrian soon followed his friend in, and suddenly, the space was entirely too cramped. "Uh, yeah. This whole place definitely belonged to a serial killer."

Next came the bathroom, which all of you piled into at once just to get the inspection over with. You couldn't tell if the toilet was purchased that way or if years of neglect had stained it a troubling shade of brown. Hunks of porcelain were missing from the sink and counter as if somebody had gone on a baseball bat rampage. The shower was a pipe with a transparent curtain surrounding it. You pulled the stiff plastic back and saw a black spider spinning a web on the faucet—a faucet located near the bottom that had no business being there, for there was no tub of which to speak.

"So, do we have any other options, or are we all set on Buffalo Bill's first apartment?" You asked.

"I dunno," said Mickey. "The rent is cheap, and it's close to downtown."

"It's also close to one of the circles of Hell," you said as you backed out of the room. "Not exactly a selling feature, if you ask me."

"She's right, Mick. This place is shit."

"Oh, come on... We can fix it up!"

"Says the guy who's never fixed a thing in his life," Adrian grumbled. "Said you'd fix the bike you broke, and that was five years ago."

"Aw, you guys have been married for five years?" You cooed before they chased you back down the hall to the living room.

Peculiar stains blotted every corner of the carpets, and the windows had seen better days. One of them had been nailed shut, the posts rusty and screaming with Tetanus. The layer of dust alone set Adrian off on a sneezing fit as Mickey flounced onto a couch seemingly made of animal dander and cigarette smoke-laced tweed.

"Think they'd throw in this couch? It's pretty comfy even with the spring stickin' in my ass."

"I'd pay them to take the thing," you waved the dust motes from your face.

Once Adrian recovered from his theatrical chain of sneezes, he marched into the center of the room, eyes dark and drawn to the floor. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket and kicked at a spot of dirt embedded in the rug, or it could have been a patch of singed fibres.

"No," he said.

Mickey perked. "No, what?"

"No... Just no. We deserve better than this! This place is a dump. I'd rather make a fort in a dumpster than live here."

Mickey went contemplative. "We should make a fort."

"Mick... Come on. Look at this piece of shit. You think she wants to live here? It's awful!"

"I know," Mickey sighed. "It's the worst... What do you think, roomie?"

You stood next to Adrian and squeezed his arm. "I think Adrian's right. We should definitely check out some other options. We're better than this."

"Are we, though?" Mickey's voice squeaked.

"YES!" You and Adrian yelled. Mickey sealed his lips and clasped his hands between his knees.

"Well, okay. Let's look for something else. But you're never gonna beat seven hundred dollars a month."

"And a lifelong curse."

"And a disease from that nasty-ass toilet."

"And probably ghosts!"

"All right, all right, picky-nickies! Let's get out of here then."

You left as a dejected unit of sour faces. When Mickey reached the sidewalk just outside of the dilapidated apartment building, he turned around and jangled the change in his pocket. "I'm hungry! Let's get Taco Bell."

"We have to save our pennies, Mick," Adrian said.

Mickey looked down at the ground and booted a pebble, frowning. You chuckled at them both. Their moods were dampened, but you knew you could rekindle their spirits just as quickly.

"Come on, guys. Let's go get some shitty burritos. It's on me."

Mickey gasped, and Adrian grimaced. "You know...if you want to ditch us and forget this whole deal... We'd totally understand."

"I'm not going anywhere, Adrian. We just hit a bad patch. We'll find something better. Let's get a paper and go look over some ads with some Baja Blast, yeah?"

"I like yooou!" Mickey sang. "Let's keep her, Adrian."

[mypersonalrambling]

Passion Warfare

Warnings: Violence, Sexual themes, Language, Smut, Angst 

Word Count: 11087

Pairing: Alex x Reader, Bill X Reader

Requested: By  @walkxthexmoon​ :). I hope you enjoy this piece. Thank you for being patient during this process! 

Author’s note: This took awhile for me to finish. It’s been one the more challenging pieces to write because I know next to nothing about boxing. I wanted to make sure the sequence of events was as close to reality as possible, although there still may be some inaccuracies. 

Summary: AU Alex Hogh Andersen and Bill Skarsgard are well known Scandinavian boxers. The two know nothing of each other until an encounter has them realize they both want the same woman. 

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Today is the only day Alex hasn’t been in training. The two of you are watching his last boxing match on TV. Alex repeatedly states he needs to watch his matches over and over, to learn what he could have done better. He isn’t one to let things go when it comes to boxing. Anything he could improve on he was going to. Even when he has no upcoming matches he’s in the gym training close to every day. This isn’t a complete shock though, you’re ex-boyfriend, Bill, is also a boxer and it was the same way. You realize that if you are going to continually date boxers then your life will consist of always being second to the ring. 

Unlike Bill, however, Alex is more flexible, understanding, giving you time and attention. Alex and you aren’t even dating and he makes time for you. Bill hardly ever did and the two of you dated for four years. You met Bill before he’d made it big. He wasn’t training much in the beginning then he won his first match and things went crazy from there. Bill blew up seemingly overnight. He went from fighting a couple of times a month to only fighting three or four times a year, to give him time to prepare. “You okay, Babe?” Alex questions, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, just daydreaming is all. What were you saying?” Alex looks concerned but he lets it go. He knows if you aren’t ready to talk about something, there is no use prying. 

“See right there, I should have put my weight on my left leg instead of my right leg. I wouldn’t have fallen back when he hit me,” he points his finger at the huge screen, rewinding the recording for what felt like the hundredth time. 

You try to appear interested but you’ve heard this all before. It makes you nervous, knowing the relationship could take a turn, ending up how it did with Bill. “If you’d kept your weight on your toes, it would have given you more leverage to block, but also allowed you to maneuver out of the way.” 

“See that’s why I like you. You don’t mind watching and listening to my critiques. Plus you’re able to give tips. No one else is ever interested in this. They all complained and always asked to be doing something else.” Alex rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. Though you would rather be engaging in other activities, you take any time spent with him. 

“Yeah, I’ve been around it for so long that I’ve picked up on some techniques.” Alex knows your ex was a boxer but you’ve kept him in the dark about who it was. You made a promise to yourself to not tell him in case he ever met him or worse fought him. 

“I remember you saying that before, but you’re with me now. I’m not going to be like him. I know I train all the time, but I still make time for you, right? I know there are times like this where we’re watching the last match so I can improve but we’re still together. How about we go out to dinner tonight? That little place on the corner is open late. They have the best Chinese food.” You shake your head yes, appreciating the gesture. He may not always have time, but he makes up for it with nice gestures and letting you know how much he cares for you. 

The two of you spent the next few hours watching and rewatching his match. He virtually fills an entire notebook of improvements to be made. He would take them to his trainer, Leif, tomorrow so the two of them could come up with a game plan to incorporate the adjustments needed for Alex to become better.  

By the time you arrive at the restaurant, the dinner crowd was slowly filing out. This made the dinner more intimate, able to focus on each other. Alex isn’t extremely well known but enough at least one person usually comes up to ask for an autograph when the two of you are out. Conversation flows freely, the two of you are able to talk about anything. Alex pays attention to the littlest detail when it comes to you. He grasps onto everything you say. “I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk about your passions forever. You invest your time into such important issues, it makes me wonder why you would ever put up with a simple boxer like me.” 

“You’re not just a simple boxer. You care about important issues as well. And if you don’t think I feel the same way about listening to you talk about boxing then you’re mistaken.” You reach over to rest your hand on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The food was magnificent, you forgot how delicious food could be when it wasn’t frozen. The end comes way too quickly, however much to your pleasure Alex invites you to stay the night. 

By the time you awoke he was gone, the first thing you do every morning is to make a cup of coffee. Alex had preset the coffee machine to have a cup ready for only a few minutes ago; the steam still rising out of the cup. He left a sweet note on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine, “Thank you for spending the day with me yesterday, Doll. I’ll be back around three and I made reservations at your favorite place. Be ready by five, see you soon, have a great day.” The note is signed with the letter A accompanied by a smiley face. 

Since today is one of the only two you didn’t have to work, you decide to get Alex a little present. The first thought you have is to grab his favorite dessert, for after dinner. However, since he was training you decide to get him another sweet treat. There is a lingerie shop a few blocks from you. You make the short trek to the shop, eager to find the perfect piece. Considering Alex’s favorite color was red, even his boxing uniform had to have red in it, you look for any ensemble with red.  

Walking into the shop, the choices are overwhelming, so many colors and styles. You want a piece that is simple, but elegant. Understated is usually your go-to, although today you are feeling adventurous. Suddenly a dark, red ensemble catches your attention. It was simple with lace cups, flowy at the bottom, yet would accentuate all your amazing assets. He would never know it was under your clothes until he was getting ready to take them off of you. 

Alex keeps to his word and is home by three. He looks worn out, you’re unsure if he will even still want to go to dinner or if the only thing on his mind was sleep. “You’re looking rough, tough workout?”

“Yeah, it’s been kicking my ass. My trainer wants to continuously get me into better shape for any upcoming fights there may be in the future. Let me rest for a bit, I’ll hop in the shower then we can head to dinner.” He throws his bag on the floor by the door. You knew it would be there until the next morning when he stuffed even more clothes into it. 

“Are you sure you aren’t too tired? We could always reschedule.” Of course, you want to go however, you know the toll training has on his body. You learned long ago plans would inevitably be canceled more than kept. A moment of thought crossed his face but soon is replaced by exhausted determination. 

“No, no I’m just needing a moment to relax. A massage might help,” a smirk spread across his face. 

“You know if that happens we won’t make it to dinner. Now go take a hot bath.” He makes his way to the bathroom. You take this opportunity to change into the lingerie and the outfit for the night. You hope he invites you to spend the night again or at least accepts the invitation if it comes to staying at your place. Alex comes out not too much later looking like a new person. He practically looks as if he hadn't been training all day. “You look refreshed.”

“The bath helps, but probably not as much as a massage would have.” He winks always having to make a cheeky comment. He is never one to hold back when it came to sex or jokes about sex. Usually, he would make the comments at the most inappropriate times, only loud enough for you to hear. 

“Maybe if you’re good. I’ll give you one after dinner.” Your eyes take in his entire body. It’s difficult not to stare when he is standing completely nude. He isn’t shy about his body, not that there was a need to be, he has a relatively perfect physique. 

“Oh yeah? What do I have to do to get one?” He and you have slept together a few times that never stops you from being amazed at how good he looks. His body is defined from all the training, his muscles becoming more prominent by the day. “Helloooooo, you know it’s not polite to stare?” He says, waving a hand. 

“Sorry, you just look so good. Dinner is a pretty good start, may add more stipulations later.” You throw clothes at him, signaling for him to get dressed. 

“Well, that’s not fair. How am I supposed to be good if there are no guidelines?” He makes a show of nonchalantly putting his clothes on. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. His playfulness is one of the many things you like about him. 

“Life isn’t fair, you should know that. Now come on, let's go or we’ll be late.” He finishes getting dressed, and you know he isn’t done with the teasing. It would be an all-night event. 

The dinner goes successfully, the conversation flowing freely, and the food is delicious. It’s a small hole in the wall joint that makes the best pasta around. Alex and you can barely keep your hands to yourselves. The two of you are sitting on one side of a quaint booth. Throughout dinner Alex keeps a hand on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze here and there. As you suspect he skips dessert, knowing if he didn’t, it would mean an extra hard workout the next day. 

Alex drives with one hand on your thigh. His skin is hot against yours. He always seems to have his hand touching some part of you. It feels peculiar to be with someone who is openly affectionate. You are used to a minimal amount of touches or caresses. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, you aren’t the best at showing affection. He drives you back to your apartment, the anticipation killing you. He parks out front waiting for you to initiate, “Do you want to come in?”

Alex didn’t take long to say yes. It’s easy to see the lust in his eyes. Now you’re standing in the bathroom staring, hoping he likes the lingerie you chose. Although, you know Alex likes you in anything. He’s told you plenty of times you could wear a garbage bag and he would love how it looks on you. He was the type to just appreciate having an intimate moment together. When you finally open the door you see him lying on the bed propped up on his elbows, “Wow, you look…….exquisite,” he pauses before the last word. 

“You think so? I picked red because it’s your favorite color.” You sit down straddling his lap, running your hands through his hair, watching as his whole body relaxes. Moving your hands to his shoulder, beginning to knead them giving him the much-needed massage. As you begin to stand up, Alex lets out a frustrated humph. “Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach,” you say motioning the action. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, turning until he’s lying face down. Grabbing the oil that’s set on the nightstand, you kneel on the bed so you’re straddling him. You generously pour oil on to his back, already able to feel how tense he was. Even though this is a foreshadow of the night's events, you want to do your best to make him feel better. You work slowly, making sure to knead every tense spot. “Ughhh, your hands are magic. I swear it doesn’t even feel this good when a professional does it. Have you ever thought about changing professions?”

Though you know he is only joking, it has crossed your mind a couple of times. Every single partner you’ve been with had suggested it to you. You did plan to massage his entire back, however, Alex couldn’t wait for the end. He flips you over about partway through, “Sorry Doll, can’t wait any longer.” You’re able to feel how hard he is and begins to grind while he’s on top of you. He presses you into his chest, trying to get as close as possible. The two of you spend the night getting your own type of workout that would have him extremely tired for tomorrow’s training. 

You work the next couple of days, they go by in a blur. You and Alex talk a bit on the phone, just to check-in. You‘re excited to go see Alex train today, it is one of your favorite things to do, watch hot, sweaty men beat the shit of each other. By the time you get to the gym, Alex has already been training for three hours. You find Alex has been utilizing the heavy bag and speed bag. One to improve his speed the other to improve accuracy and technique. Currently, he is hitting the speed bag. His arms moving at such a fast pace, it was practically impossible for you to be sure how he could see the bag to hit it properly. Leif is giving improvements as he went, Alex taking and utilizing them promptly. 

Two hours later, Alex is finished for the day, he tells you to wait while he takes a quick shower so he doesn't stick all the way home. You sit outside the locker room, scrolling through your phone until someone coming out of the locker room catches your eye. Doing a double-take, your breath hitched. It couldn’t be him, he is usually in Sweden, why would he be here in Denmark? You try not to stare, but your eyes are glued. You must have made a noise because the next thing you know, his eyes are locked on yours. You wish he would walk away without saying a word. The two of you haven't talked in months and now isn’t the time to do so. He doesn't seem to feel the same because he makes his way to you. “Hello, Y/N,” his voice is strained. 

“Bill, what are you doing here?” Your heart is racing, what if Alex came out? How would you explain this to him? You’ve kept Bill from him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He isn’t one to not show his protectiveness over you; it would be even worse after finding out Bill was your ex. 

“I train here now, closer to my new apartment.”

“You have an apartment here?” Shit, he even moved closer to you. It seems impossible to get away from him. Bill and you didn’t end on the best terms. “Why did you move here?”

“I moved because my trainer quit and I found out this place has the best trainers. I couldn’t just go to any trainer. They need certain qualifications. What are you doing here?” He is agitated, his jaw set, his nostrils flared, his hands were balled at his side. 

“Just waiting on my friend. They train here as well.” You know that isn’t the whole truth, however, it isn’t a lie. Neither you nor Alex set a title for your relationship. Without a doubt, you know Bill wouldn’t accept that answer. He is never one to leave things alone. 

“They...are you waiting on a boyfriend?” His fists clench even tighter, inevitably knowing his nails would be leaving marks on his palms. 

“No, it’s not a boyfriend.” 

“Then who?”

“It just...doesn’t matter. I don’t have to tell you. We aren’t dating anymore.” Now you are beginning to get angry. Who did he think he is? Acting as if you were still part of his life anymore. He didn’t have the right to know your life. He lost that right when he failed to put any effort into the relationship.

You shift from side to side, hoping Bill would leave before Alex came out of the locker room. It would cause even more problems than you’re already facing. Much to your dismay, Alex pops out seconds later.  

He makes his way over to the two of you, “You ready to go? Who is this?” Alex knows who Bill is. He’s too popular for Alex not to know that he is also a boxer. 

“I’m Bill and you are?” Bill’s voice is overly sweet although his facial expressions gave his true feelings away. 

“Name’s Alex, how do you know Y/N?” He isn’t any better at hiding his emotions than Bill is. It makes you wonder if all boxers have that issue. 

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Bill states. 

“Pretty sure I asked you first.” Distain seeping through Alex's voice. 

“I’m Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. We dated for four years. Surprised she hasn’t mentioned me.” 

“Oh, she has, most of it not good I’m afraid.” It wasn’t necessarily true, you did speak about the good times you shared with Bill, however, you let Alex know upfront about your apprehensions of dating another boxer. 

“Oh really?” Bill’s eyebrows raise in shock. You would do anything to disappear at this moment. You never wanted to have them in the same room together, let alone having a conversation with each other. 

“Yeah, she’s much better off now. Anyway, we need to get going, don’t we Babe?” Alex slips his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. If either Bill or Alex could get away with it, you were sure either of them would throw a punch. 

“Yes, yes, we have a lot to do.” The reality is Alex and you would go separate ways tonight. Though you know there would be a long conversation about the events of today. And you knew there is a high probability he is going to be very upset at the fact you never mentioned Bill’s name. 

“Of course, I’ll see you around.” Bill gives a forced smile before Turning the other direction and walking away. 

“He’s your ex? I’ve seen him here for the past couple of months. He’s here almost every day that I’m here and I’ve been training beside him, not knowing this is who you’ve been talking about all this time. I thought he was an arrogant bastard before. Now I know he is, all the shit he put you through.” Alex runs his fingers through his hair, giving the ends a little tug. He isn’t one for confrontation, outside of the ring of course. Although he isn’t able to hide his emotions, you know that he would never actually hit someone without being provoked. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be better if you didn’t know, for this reason. You’re in the same sport, you were bound to run into one another. And he can be a little cocky at times. Well maybe really cocky, but this right here is what I wanted to avoid.” Your voice squealing at the end, unable to fight your anxiety any longer. “Please can we just go.” Your whole body feels as if it would implode at any second, your entire body shaking. 

To no surprise Alex takes you home, leaving you to think about the events over and over; wondering if there was any way to avoid it. Then you realize, nothing you did would have avoided this. If they hadn’t met today, they would have met at some point at a match. 

You lay in bed until you’re unable to keep your eyes open. You knew you had to wait until your physical exhaustion overtook your anxiety-ridden mind. 

Meeting Alex happened by accident. You went to the gym to find Bill, however, you ended up funding Alex. Seeing him in person was completely different. You kept up with all the up and comers, Alex being one of them. He stopped his training session just to come to talk to you. “Hello, I’m Alex. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N.” You were unsure of his intentions. Bill was nowhere to be seen. You hoped he didn’t come out anytime soon. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy line. “Sorry that was so bad, has that ever worked on anyone?”

“Got your attention didn’t it? So it can’t be that bad. You looking for someone might be able to help you find them.” 

“Uh, just a friend, doesn’t look like they’re here though.” you hoped Bill didn’t pick this time to show his face. Maybe this was the sign you needed to not go back to him or more attempt to have him take you back. Alex is confident but hadn’t crossed the line into cocky. You awoke in a sweaty mess. Of course, your dreams are filled with the two of them. You couldn’t even get a break while asleep. Looking at the clock, you sigh in relief when you realize there are still a few hours to sleep. Turning on a podcast, hoping to take your mind in a different direction. 

The morning arrives all too soon. You make your way to work thankfully it was a short shift. Meaning you would have time to go see Alex train for a bit. 

The moment you walk in your heart stops, Bill is training next to Alex. All this time you’ve never seen him, now he’s appearing everywhere or so you felt. Walking over to Alex, he stops to greet you, “Hello Doll, how was work?”

“It was good, nothing exciting happened. Looks like you’re training hard. How much longer do you think you’ll be?” 

“Maybe an hour or two. You can always wait for me at my apartment if you’d like.” 

“I can wait. I like to watch, you look good when you’re all hot and sweaty.” There is just something so hot about seeing sweaty men that turns you on. It makes you wonder if that’s the only reason you continue to date men who are involved in extreme sports.

You watch as Alex gets into the ring with Leif. Leif was a former world champion boxer, now turned trainer after he became too old to compete. Both put on the required equipment, appearing determined. Leif’s fighting style is an out-boxer whereas Alex is a swarmer. Alex isn’t short, but he tends to be smaller than most of his opponents so he has to overwhelm them. He is very good at bobbing and weaving. He’s fast on his feet, easily able to evade most other fighters. Alex usually gets hit countless times before he can land a solid punch. 

Alex invades Lief’s space, immediately trying to close the space between them. Leif, however, is more of an out-boxer, wanting to put more space instead of less. He easily steps out of Alex’s reach, returning to a defensive stance. Alex knows exactly the offensive steps to corner Leif. Alex backs into the corner letting Leif come to him. Leif steps forward, leaving enough space Alex would have to step forward to hit him. Alex keeps his gloves to his face, shuffling until he can throw a hit. He misses, this doesn’t stop him from pushing Leif backwards until he is against the rope. This gives Alex ample opportunity to land punch after punch. The two seperate, Leif informing him of everything he needs to improve on.  

Watching him box is so sensual to you, the way he concentrates, the way he calculates moves. His strength and power showing through, making you want to jump him right there. Your shifting must have been noticeable because Bill caught your gaze, his mouth set in a straight line. Bill begins hitting harder, faster, knowing you’re watching. Your shifting worsens, the desire between your legs growing. Your mind wanders to both of their bodies pressed against yours the only thing on their minds is your pleasure. The two of them working together to make you feel nothing but pleasure. Their hands roaming your body, lips pressing against your skin leaving marks to be discovered later, A grunt pulls you out of your daydream. By the look on Alex’s face, you must have been staring at Bill. 

Excusing yourself you head to the restroom to splash water on your face. The coolness doing nothing at first. The desire between your legs isn’t any better, no amount of shifting was helping. Sitting down on a bench, giving yourself a moment to get your thoughts straight. Time escapes you until a message from one of your friends pops up making you realize Alex should almost be done training. 

Once you are done, you make your way back to the training area. Much to your relief Bill is gone. Alex begins to gather his belongings, giving you the side-eye. You watch as he gathers his gear, not once looking at you. Usually when he’s done the two of you make plans for the rest of the night. He doesn’t say anything but you know what he must be thinking, “I wasn’t staring at him,” You blurt, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“ No one said you were.” Alex does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice. 

“I was just daydreaming.” you sound defensive, knowing you’re giving your guilt away. “I...I…didn’t mean to. Alex, he and I dated for years, it’s still difficult to see him.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t want to lose you to him. I like you Y/N.” This is the first time Alex truly sounds like he’s letting his emotional guard down. It’s enough to break your heart. This is the first time you realize how much of your past relationship you’ve brought into this one. From the start you let your apprehensions be known about dating another fighter. You can’t believe it’s taken this for you to understand. Alex has been fighting against Bill this entire time. If you didn’t let past things go this would never work out with Alex because you would never let your guard down enough for him to truly win.

“You won’t, Alex it’s...he was a part of my life for so long.” This situation is bringing up all your buried emotions for Bill. However, this is just what you need to work through the suppressed feelings. Alex is a genuinely kind person, someone you didn’t want to lose. “I’m sorry, I should have never brought my pain from my past relationships into ours. I know right now there is nothing I can say will make it better, but I am sorry.” 

“I know Y/N, I know.” You remain quiet, letting the moment settle. The tension didn’t alleviate much, however, Alex drives to his apartment not willing to part with his routine. Many words aren’t spoken but that doesn’t stop the two of you from sharing one of the most passionate nights since you’ve met. Alex makes a show of letting you know the type of person you’re with now. A person who rarely puts himself above others, someone who never lets you forget how important you are to him. The night left you feeling more secure than you’ve felt in a while. 

The next few days went by like usual. When you aren’t working, you are at home or with Alex. Before this you had failed to recognize the routine Alex and you have fallen into. It makes you feel empty when there’s deviance. Everything has been going smoothly until you are at Alex’s apartment on a Friday afternoon. The television has been on in the background for most of the day. Paying it no mind until Bill’s face came onto the screen. “I challenge Alex Hogh Anderson to a match for the Scandinavian Championship title.”

“That asshole thinks I won’t.” Alex jumps up from the couch, rapidly pacing in front of the television. “Knew I couldn't stand him, he thinks I’m scared. I’ll show him,” he declares, punching the air a few times, getting into his defensive stance. “He’ll wish he’d never challenged me.” Alex has yet to sit back down. The news keeps replaying the segment. After hearing and seeing the smugness of Bill’s challenge a few times, you shut off the TV unsure of anything to say. Alex took this as guilt from you, “You’re awful quiet, did you know he was going to do this?’

“Of course not Alex, I don't talk to him. The last time we spoke was at the gym. I know you can beat him, but this is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you angry, he likes to know that he can get under your skin. Don’t give him that satisfaction. He’ll never let you live it down, he’ll always have that power over you.” You’re still in shock. Bill had always been competitive and cocky, you just now realizing how much. The nerve he had to challenge Alex, only because you’re with him, making your blood boil. Did he think this would win you back? Part of you wants to message him, but you know it was useless. And would only irritate Alex more. Alex calls his manager to let him know he isn’t going to back down from the challenge. 

On your way home, you wonder if this is worth it. Being with boxers is exciting, of course, but there always seems to be drama, no matter what. You don’t know how much longer you will be able to handle this. Is dating them worth this? You could find someone with a different profession, maybe a teacher. Someone who’s career doesn’t involve fighting or competitiveness. Although in your heart you know that would bore you to death. 

Lying in bed you will your mind to rest. Nothing would be more satisfying than sleeping for the rest of the night. Thoughts of Alex’s answer float through. You can only imagine the anger that will seep through his press talk. Alex has an almost perfect public image, he’s very knowledgeable about the art of remaining composed just enough for the camera’s yet having enough showmanship to attract the eye of new potential sponsors. Images of Bill and Alex flood your mind. The thought of them fighting made you sick to your stomach. Deciding there is nothing for you to do at the moment, you grab your favorite book, knowing eventually it will help you fall asleep. Before you know it you awoke to a book flung onto the floor, your phone buried under the covers, and a sore shoulder from falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position. 

You barely heard from Alex during the next few days. He’d send a text now and then, telling you he was training harder for the next few months. He promises you he isn’t upset however your gut is telling something completely different. Without evidence to support your irrational thoughts, you let the situation be for now. Bill messages you after the broadcast asking to meet and talk. You type and re-type a message a hundred times, yet no words seem right. Nothing good would come of meeting with him. If anything it would make matters worse. You know Bill would only apologize for the behavior then continue to not change. Bill tends to be impulsive and you are sure he is only doing this to attempt to get you back. He has learned something because he isn’t blowing up your phone. Bill used to be relentless, hardly ever letting things go even when you begged him. 

After a week of little communication, Alex finally messages you stating they have a date for the match. It’s five months away, giving both enough time to prepare. You are nervous for Alex; Bill is bigger and has more experience. Both of them are competitive with a bloodlust for winning. The fight would not be easy for either, it would take a complete knock out for the other to win. Messaging back you ask if the two of you can spend time together. 

A couple of hours go by before he responds. “I don’t have much time. I’m training once if not twice a day now. But I can squeeze you in. I feel bad for not seeing you lately. Would you mind meeting me at the gym? N’ bring an overnight bag. If you want that is.” 

You respond with a simple, be there as soon as I can. Instead of packing your normal overnight back with extra clothes to change into after sex, you only pack the essentials. It isn’t that you don’t want to have sex with him, however, you know from the sounds of his training schedule, he would be lucky to stay awake for longer than a couple of hours. 

Arriving at the gym, you take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself encase Bill happens to be there as well. Thankfully, Bill is nowhere in sight. Alex looks in even better shape than he generally does. His six-pack defined the lines sculpting a perfect shape. His arms are more prominent, the veins popping out when he clenches his fists. Even his jaw seems more defined, though you doubt it’s true. “Hi, Alex,” you keep your voice monotone, not sure how his mood is at the moment. 

“Hello, I'm glad you could make it.” A smile breaks out across his face. His demeanor would have you thinking, nothing rocky has happened in the past few days. 

“It’s quiet here today, generally more people are training.”

Alex must have read your mind because he goes quiet for a minute, “Yeah, Bill took his trainer to a different gym so we could train without the other seeing all of our moves. Both of us would have been too focused on watching the other to learn their style rather than focusing on bettering our own.” He goes back to punching the bag in front of him, hitting the same spot over and over. This has always been one of his best strategies, able to land multiple blows with force to the same spot. 

You sit down, enjoying the view. Alex trains for the next few hours, you occupy yourself by scrolling through your social media feed, wandering the gym, and attempting to hit the punching bags as you’ve seen Alex do. It makes you laugh when you can’t hit the bag more than twice in a row. You know there would be no boxing career in your future. Towards the end of the session, your stomach lets itself be known. Leif and Alex look over both give a small laugh. “Sounds like someone is ready to go. Let’s end it here for today. No training for tomorrow, you need a rest day with these extra workouts. I scheduled a massage for you in the morning, take it easy. I mean it,” Leif states giving a side-eye to both of you. 

Alex doesn’t clean up at the gym, wanting to get home as soon as possible. The two of you hop in the shower, you give him a mini massage of your own. Neither of you bothers to take Leif’s advice, by the time you are finished it was difficult to move. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling. It doesn't take much effort at all to fall asleep or stay asleep. 

You wake up feeling more refreshed than you have in a long time. Alex is still sound asleep, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors. Since it is the first time in a while you are awake before him, you decide to fix his favorite healthy breakfast. He stumbles out just as you’re finishing, “Mmm, smells delicious. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” 

“ I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a day of rest and being catered to.” You sit a plate in front of him. He shovels a couple of mouthfuls in while still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What time is your massage?” 

“Eleven, I believe. It’s only an hour though then we can spend the rest of the day together.” 

“What do you suppose we do with the rest of the day? I was thinking we could watch a couple of movies, maybe eat some popcorn, and just relax. I don’t want you to be too tired to train for the rest of the week.” Many more things pop into your head that you would much rather be doing, however, Alex needs to focus on his workouts to prepare for this fight. 

“Sounds like a great day to me. This is delicious by the way.” By the time you finish cooking your food, he’s almost done. 

“Thank you, now go hop in the shower before you’re late to the massage.” 

“I would much rather you be the one giving me a massage.” He finishes the rest of his food before hopping in to take a quick shower. You clean the kitchen before taking a shower yourself so you can go to the store and grab a few snacks. You make sure they are healthy so he'll be able to eat snacks without feeling guilty. 

Alex trains harder than you’ve ever seen him in the past couple weeks. Most days he is in the gym with only an hour or two break. While he’s gone you set up the living room for the most comfortable possible way to lie there all day. You hop in the shower before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt. 

He returns home, not much later looking somewhat relaxed. “How was the massage?” 

“It felt great while she was doing it, but now I’m sore. I’m gonna get some ibuprofen. Then we can spend the day watching movies.” He moves slowly, you feel bad, wondering if he should just lie in bed instead of on the couch with you. Though you know either way he is still going to be sore. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent watching a variety of movies. Everything from pure romance to the bloodiest scary movie. Although some movies go unwatched because the two of you are too busy catching up. You choose to stay the night, not knowing when the next time this will happen. It’s easy to get back into sync with the other as if your routine never strayed. 

The next four months continue in this pattern. You see him maybe one night a week for a few hours. You do appreciate the effort and any time you can see him. Many times you think about going to watch him train at the gym, but didn’t want to distract him. Only once did you visit him while training, however, that was to only drop off some extra workout clothes. He gave you a quick thank you, see you later before rushing back to training. 

Next week was the big press conference where Bill and Alex would trash talk, weigh-in, attempt to intimidate the other. Neither of them is the type of person who is easily intimidated. There is a high chance you are terrified enough for everyone. Alex could talk shit with the best of them, but so could Bill. The only difference was Alex was better at keeping his composure. Bill has a difficult time not showing his emotions on his face. This whole process was eating you up inside. You are with Alex but Bill is still important to you as well, though you hated to admit it. He was your first love and you’re unsure if you’ll ever be rid of feelings. 

In the next few days, you feel as if you are going to jump out of your skin. Your anxiety was so terrible, hives began to break out on your legs. Great, you thought, just what you need, another thing to worry about. You’ve been using every coping skill available to you. Some worked more effectively than others. You can’t wait for this to be over until then you are going to put your focus on the positives. Alex invites you to stay the night, even though the two of you will most likely be sleeping. 

The day of the press conference finally arrives, your nerves on edge. Alex leaves early in the morning, wanting to ensure he has enough time to make last-minute touches to his speech for the conference. You make the short drive to your apartment, giving yourself enough time to raid your closet. You want to make sure you have something appropriate to wear. Another part of you wants to dress alluring to throw Bill off his game. 

You settle for a compromise between business and alluring. You pick a blue dress, Bill’s favorite color, that hugs your body perfectly. A small part of you is uncertain whether it’s the best idea to try and attempt this. There is a chance this could backfire and would anger Alex even more than he already will be. These last few months have been hell for the two of you. Alex barely had any time for you, you were even lucky to receive a message from him. It’s been a long, lonely road, one you hope to never go through again. 

When you arrive at the conference, the place is already packed. The fans wait impatiently for it to begin. Alex makes sure to have a seat up front for you but off to the side so you aren’t grouped in with the fanatic fans. He knew how quickly things could become chaotic. You sit calmly, scrolling through your phone, answering the few messages from friends about the fight. Your best friend has been by your side, listening to you complain, talking you through the overthinking and doing their best to keep you sane. The stage is set so the moderator is in the middle of the stage with stools on each side. The closest two are where Bill and Alex will sit. Far enough apart the two wouldn’t be on top of each other, but close enough when things become heated, they could be in each other’s face. 

Finally, the moderator comes out on stage, “Is everyone ready?” Almost the entire crowd screams “YES!” at the top of their lungs. Nervousness washes over you, your stomach instantly began to hurt. “Alright, alright, here they are. Bill Skarsgard, a two-time champion and Alex Hogh Andersen, a first-time contender!” They work their way up to the stage, each sitting on opposite sides of the moderator. Bill scans the crowd, his eyes becoming glued to you the moment he sees you. You’re able to see his breath hitch for just a second. Alex watches the interaction, a moment of displeasure crosses his face. Someone who didn’t know Alex very well wouldn’t even notice, but you did. He knew you only wore the dress to tease Bill. 

The press conference is one of your most favorite parts of boxing challenges. There is just something thrilling about watching the two trash talk, doing their best to agitate the other. The conference starts calmly, however it doesn’t take long before the two can barely contain their disdain for the other. Every few minutes your eyes lock with one of them. The longer Alex sees you in the dress the more irritated he becomes. 

Both give and take little jabs at each other. Before long the two are in each other’s faces, close enough you’re sure spit was hitting the other every time they spoke. Bill did some of the best trash-talking, that was until the very end. Alex let the crowd die down as the conference was coming to the end, “I would just like to thank everyone for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of this. I most want to thank my gorgeous girlfriend Y/N. You know her, don't you Bill? Well, maybe not so much anymore.” Bill’s face turns red, clenching his jaw, and tight fists at his sides. If there hadn’t been cameras and a thousand or more witnesses you’re sure Bill would have punched him right there. The crowd goes silent, everyone waiting for Bill’s response, however instead Bill walks off stage. 

After the conference, you meet up with Alex for just a brief moment. The two of you sit in his car not saying a word. You decide to break the silence, “Really Alex? You just had to bring up the fact I’m with you know. There was no reason for that.” You know you shouldn’t be as pissed as you are, but you felt he crossed a line.

“Yes because I knew it would get to him. I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment. He deserved it, after all, he said to me. But you’re right I should have tried to think of another comeback.” 

“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I know it’s hard to think on the spot when you're in front of that many people. This whole thing is ridiculous to me so it seems everything puts me on edge.” You grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over the back. The two of you spend the next hour talking about all the activities you’re going to do after the match. The one thing you agreed on is a vacation, it didn’t even matter where. 

The match is finally here. You aren’t sure if you’re calm because your anxiety has passed beyond feeling anxious or if the fact the day finally here, you are excited for it to be over. 

Alex messages you, “Good morning. Can’t wait to see you.” He must have gone to his trainer to prepare. Nothing would make you happier than being able to relax, Alex told you after this fight, he was going to take it, at least easy for him. 

When you arrive, the only people there are the crew and the building personal and of course Alex and Bill. You walk to Alex’s locker room to see him and Leif going over last-minute strategies. “If he backs up, keep moving until he’s in no position but to fight. Don’t let him maneuver past you, his defense will be thrown off.”

“Okay.” Alex’s voice gave away his true feelings. There was a barely distinguishable shake in his voice. 

“If that isn’t an option, try to stay back until he tires himself out. Use his strategy against him.” Alex shakes his head, looking focused. 

“Hey, Alex.” Your voice is meek not wanting to interrupt them, but you doubt they would have stopped talking anytime soon. 

“Y/N, you’re here early. Thought you wouldn’t be here until a little later.” 

“Yeah, I just wanted to see you before the fight. I can leave and come back if you’d like.” 

“No, no it’s fine. I’m happy you’re here.” He walks over, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss. “I do have to prepare though. Can she stay?”

“No, I want all of your focus on preparing. Sorry Y/N.” Leif did sound genuinely apologetic. It makes you wonder if Alex had told him who Bill was to you. 

“I understand, I’ll see you after.” Leif did inform you there is a lounge to sit in if you didn't want to leave. You decide to stay so you won’t have to fight the crowd coming in again. You sit down on the couch, grab your book out of your purse and begin to read. 

A couple of hours later you take a break, checking your phone, ignoring all of the texts flooding your phone. You know most of them only want to discuss the fight. Getting on Twitter you see the championship is trending, everyone debating on who they thought is going to win. It’s split fifty-fifty; some thought Bill would win due to the fact that he has more experience. Several thought Alex would win due to his fighting style and determination. 

The lounge remains empty, much to your enjoyment. You didn’t have the energy to talk with anyone especially knowing it would only be about who you thought would win. Only a few members of Bill’s team would know your relationship with him and would take too much energy to explain you’re here for Alex. 

Around an hour before the match, you change into a custom made jersey dress. It’s red and black with Hogh Anderson on the back. You didn’t tell Alex about it, wanting to surprise him. You opt to go to the locker room for hopefully a short, encouraging pep talk. Alex’s eyes grew huge when he saw you in the dress. “You like?” You grin, giving him a little twirl. 

He closes the space until you’re pressed into his chest. “Very much so,” he leans in to press his lips against yours. It’s as if no one was there besides the two of you. He pulls away first, “Now that’s what I call a good luck kiss. Sorry to cut it so short, but it’s almost time.” 

“Of course, I’ll see you afterward. Good luck baby.” You whisper the last part in his ear. 

Walking towards the arena you scan until you see Alex’s family. You and his mom converse, that is until Valter notices you are sitting beside him. “Hello Y/N, long time no see.”

“Uh...yeah, been busy.” Your brain pauses unsure of what to say. It crosses your mind to ask one of Alex’s family members to switch seats, but you aren’t going to let him get the best of you. 

“I bet dating a boxer is difficult. Although you would know since you’ve dated two. Funny how you left one just to date another.” Heat shot to your face, is he really going to talk about this here. Bill let it be known you’d hurt him, but maybe even more than he let on. 

“Really? Are you seriously going to talk about this now? It doesn’t even concern you.” Valter doesn’t seem fazed. He turns back to his family, acting nonchalant. 

Soon Alex and Bill walk out of their locker rooms, followed by their teams. The crowd erupts in cheers. It takes a few minutes for everyone to settle down. The announcer, Jesper,  stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd quiets down to a murmur. He faces the camera informing the fans in person and at home, the fight would soon begin. Alex and Bill are in their respective corners, both turn to face the middle, their teams hyping them up. “Welcome to the Heavyweight Championship of the World. In this corner, we have Alex Hogh Anderson.” Jesper reads off Alex’s stats, a mixture of boos and cheers arise from the crowd. “AND in this corner, we have the returning Scandinavian Champion, Bill Skarsgard!” Jesper then reads Bill’s stats from the previous year. 

The referee then steps in announcing there will be twelve rounds, lasting three minutes and explains the rules to each contestant. Both appear focused, only one thing on their mind, winning. Alex and Bill stretch, jump and wait for the bell to ring. Shortly after the bell rings signaling the beginning of the first round. Alex makes the first move, trying to get Bill pushed into a corner, Bill  maneuvers himself out of the way. Alex tries once more to no avail. Bill analyzes the situation waiting for the right moment to take his first swing at Alex. His fist collides with Alex’s left cheek, stunning Alex. The arena erupts in cheers, the excitement of the first hit landed. It doesn’t take long before Alex regains his composure, starting his method of attempting to corner Bill. He isn’t able to accomplish this before the round ends. They go to their corners, taking a break, their trainers reminding them of techniques. 

The next few rounds continue in the same fashion. Alex and Bill, both get in their punches. They become more and more exhausted as the match goes on. There are many instances where it looks as if they are cuddling in the ring. It makes you giggle if only the two actually liked each other that much. Bill is usually the first one to push away, giving him the best chance of trying to catch Alex off guard and get a few hits in. This only works a couple of times. It doesn’t take Alex long to learn Bill’s strategy. 

By the time the final round arrives the anticipation is killing you. Both have gotten their fair share of hits in. At this point, it seems to be anyone’s game. As much as you hate to admit it, you are surprised Alex has been able to keep up with Bill. The differences in strategies add a level of learning for both of them. They have to try and gauge the other’s next move though it’s different than what they themselves would have done. 

Bill lands a few punches making Alex unsteady, blood dripping down his face. Alex dodges Bill’s assault for the next thirty seconds. Regaining his composure Alex comes back twice as hard, pushing Bill until he has nowhere to go but in a corner. Alex lands punch after punch. Bill is only able to block a few, his efforts to push Alex back appear useless. The timer continues to count down until only ten seconds are remaining. The crowd shouts along with the timer until it hits zero. When the bell signals the end of the round, Alex backs away, leaving everyone to see Bill’s bruised and bloody face. Bill slumps down unable to move. Alex looks more shocked than anyone. 

Medical personnel and Bill’s team swarm to give him the appropriate medical attention. Once he regains consciousness they go to their corners, their teams help them rehydrate, take their gloves off, and wipe off the sweat. The energies exuding from either side are vastly different. Cameras are instantly in the ring, ready to interview them. They interview Alex first, giving Bill time to have his wounds cleaned. After the interviews are over, the crowd disappears slowly. You remain in your seat until there is almost no one left. You hope it’s enough time for Alex to have time to rest. 

Arriving at the locker room, you’re surprised to see it empty besides Alex and Leif. The two are reviling in the win. Walking a little closer you can hear what they’re saying, “I told you that I knew you’d win. That’s your first knockout Alex and against a previous champion. It’s no easy feat. I’m proud of you Alex.” Leif hugs him, giving him a few pats on the back. 

“Alex,” you announce wanting to get his attention, but not wanting to interrupt.

“Y/N, I can’t believe I won,” he says bewildered, making his way towards you. The two of you stay in the embrace not wanting to let go. It’s been so long since the two of you have had time to just enjoy the other’s presence. Leif excuses himself, letting Alex know they would celebrate tomorrow so he could have the rest of the night to relax. “I want to thank you, Y/N. You don’t know how much your support means. It’s one of the only things that kept me going. You know I’m gonna take it easy for the next few weeks and give you all my attention.” 

“Alex, I’m just happy it’s finally over. I know the risks of dating a boxer. Of course, I was going to support you. I am happy you won.” You lean in to kiss him. You are happy he won, however, the relief of it being over overshadowed the win. He doesn’t seem fazed, not wanting anything more than to be with each other. “Here let me help you with your wounds.” He sits down while you gather the supplies. 

He flinches when you first apply pressure. It doesn’t take long since most of his wounds had been tended to during the match. A soft knock causes you both to turn. Bill is standing near the door. “Hi, I just want to say congrats on the win and sorry for causing all of this.”

“Thanks, man. You did a great job, surprised I won actually.” You knew that had to hurt Alex to admit, but he was trying to play nice with Bill. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. 

“I’m sorry for starting all this Y/N. I shouldn’t have challenged him just because I was jealous. I was upset about losing you, especially to another fighter after you said you didn’t want to date me anymore because training took too much of my time. I was having a hard time letting you go,” Bill says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Thank you for apologizing. I’m just glad it’s over. I will admit the process was exhausting and the match was entertaining.” What you want to say is the match was provocative. The two of them fighting, their sweaty bodies pressing together. The imagery brought heat between your legs. 

“Y/N?” Alex questions raising his hand in front of you. “You not staring at Bill again?” He asks smirkingly. 

“I...uh…” You’re at a loss for words. There is no way you are going to be able to explain your way out of this. 

“Again?” Bill appears confused, but also intrigued. 

“Oh, yeah a few months ago before this all started. When you first began training at the gym. She blurted she wasn’t staring at you. Can’t help but wonder what goes on in her head.” You’re starting to panic, how are you going to get out of this?

“Oh did she. I bet I know what’s going on in her head.” Bill has known you much longer than Alex, giving you time to confess some of your deepest sexual fantasies.  

“Oh yeah?” Alex stares inquisitively.  

“She mentioned a few times a fantasy of hers was to have a threesome. I assume you already know about how hot she gets from watching us box.” Bill’s voice is laced with cockiness. 

“She’s mentioned the latter, but never the first part.” Alex raises an eyebrow at you. The tension in the air soon turned from awkward to sexual. Alex makes his way over to you first, Bill follows soon after. Alex stands behind you, placing kisses to your neck. Bill is more hesitant waiting for permission from you. Giving him a reassuring nod, he shuffles forward placing a hand on your waist. Looking into his eyes feelings of lust come rushing back. Bill pulls you closer to him leaning down to kiss you. 

Alex’s hand slips under your dress, fingers grazing over your covered core. Instinctively you tangle a hand in Bill’s hair, bringing back the last time the two of you were together. He follows Alex’s lead, bringing a hand under your dress to knead and pinch your nipples. You tug at the bottom of Bill’s shirt wanting it off, you want anything standing between you and the two of them gone. 

They follow your hint, the three of you racing to get clothes off. You stand back looking at the two of them: cocks hard, dripping precum, their bodies bruised from the fight, their eyes almost black from dilation. Making your way to them, dropping to your knees, grabbing both cocks in each hand. Both men let out a slew of cuss words, their hands naturally tangle in your hair. Bill’s cock is long and slim, whereas Alex has more girth, both beautiful. 

Quickly you move your head until your lips are almost touching Alex’s tip. You lick a long strip up his shaft, teasing, knowing he loves it. After a few short licks, you take him in your mouth until his tip is reaching the back of your throat. Your pace is moderate, not wanting him to come too soon. Popping him out of your mouth, you switch to Bill. With no hesitation, you take him into your mouth. It’s more difficult than you could have imagined trying to concentrate on two people at once. 

Bill pulls you off of him, pulling you so you are standing. He attaches his lips to your neck: sucking, biting, sure to leave a mark. You’re so focused on him you fail to notice Alex dropping to his knees, only noticing when you can feel his hot breath against your thighs. Alex gives you no mercy, leaving many marks behind. Bill soon switches his assault to your breasts. The feeling is so overwhelming, you can barely keep your knees from shaking. Thankfully both of them have a grip on you. 

With no warning Alex wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, using his tongue to draw circle eights. You feel fingers running along your pussy, collecting the quickly forming juices, though it isn’t until they’re slipped in, you realize it’s Bill’s fingers. Bill is still working on making as many marks as possible along your torso. Sweat begins to form on your forehead, a tightening in your stomach, you are grasping at the air. Your orgasm rushes over your body, both men holding you up until you regain your composure. Once they’re sure you can stand for yourself, they move away. 

Alex searches for anything to throw on the floor. He finds and throws a couple of towels down, hoping to cover enough space to lie down without being on the cold floor. He lies down waiting for you to climb on top of him. You hover above him, so you can align yourself. A moan escapes your lips, loving the feeling of having him inside of you. You move your hips in circles, Alex’s hands resting on your hips. Your high is close approaching, so fast you almost forget Bill is standing there. “Come join us.” You whimper. 

Bill looks unclear of where he should place himself. “I have lube in my bag,” your breathing is labored. A puzzled look crosses his face, but not for long. He digs in your bag finally finding it at the bottom applying a generous amount to his fingers before running a couple around your puckered hole. Bill inserts his fingers slowly, stretching you until he’s sure you’ll be able to take him. You’ve never been so thankful for almost always carrying lube in your overnight bag. 

Alex stops thrusting so Bill can inch into you. Bill takes his time when he’s fully in neither of them move. You thought you’d felt fullness before with just one of them, this, however, is one of the most breathtaking sensations. “Please...move.” Your voice is weak and pleading. Alex thrusts first setting the pace of long, hard strokes. Bill attempts to copy Alex’s movements so they were thrusting at the same time. 

The feeling of two cocks thrusting at the same time was euphoric. It’s nothing that you’ve ever felt before, practically too hard to explain in words. Their strokes switch to short and fast, Alex hitting that sweet spot inside of you each time. The two finally are able to sync, pleasure building, becoming too difficult to hold off. Alex brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles, applying pressure wanting to feel you come around them. Bill’s lips are pressing against you, surely leaving more marks. 

Your second orgasm was approaching hastily, your body still tired from the first one. Your eyes are barely open waiting for the high to wash over you. Alex knows one thing that will get you off pretty much every time you’re that close, “Come for me Princess,” he feels your muscles tightening around him, “That’s it, come Princess.” You love being told when to come. There’s something powerful about someone else controlling it. 

It’s your turn for a slew of curse words to escape your lips. Your second orgasm of the night hits you like a truck; your legs shake uncontrollably, your hands grasping at Alex’s chest, your walls clenching around them. Both keep thrusting through your high, you can tell they’ll come soon after. Bill comes first, his cock twitching, spurts of come filling your ass. Alex comes soon after, holding your hips to his. 

The three of you lie there catching your breath. You would have never imagined this happening especially after the events that took place. You’re the first to move, gently sliding forward until Bill’s cock slips out of your ass. When you stand up, all you can feel is come dripping down your legs. Alex hands you one of the towels he’s been lying on. Once you’re cleaned up, you sit down on one of the benches. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.” You say in a gleeful frame of mind. 

“Me either,” Bill states. Alex gave an affirming nod. “So what now?” Bill asks, still processing the events.

“Well I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m starving,” you announce throwing your clothes on. They begin to clean up as well until there’s no trace anyone has been in the locker room, let alone had sex. Bill decides it’s best to home, not wanting to push his luck any farther. 

Alex and you end up at his apartment and order food. You had planned to talk with him about the situation however you decide you're not up for that discussion right then. You replay the night’s events in your mind over and over. You don’t know where this leaves the three of you, but what you do know is having a threesome was more mind-blowing than you could have imagined. You fall asleep wondering what the future has in store.

[bae-roman]

NSFW Alphabet!

I’ve seen this going around for a while and thought it would be fun to do!

You can request it for anyone I write for (Bill, any of his characters, Alex H, anyone else I’ve forgotten lol)

Feel free to send as many letters per request as you want, even all of them if you so desire!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favourite Position

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

*I did not come up with this, I’ve seen it be used by a few blogs but none of them have posted a source or the original post but if you know who created this please let me know so I can credit them!

[ewritesthangs]

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[my-emotional-self]

Desired Hearts Part 8 (Alex x OC / Bill x OC)

Pairings: Alex Hogh x OC /  Bill Skarsgard x OC

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Angst, Mild Smut (Public Fingering)

Summary: After getting the job of your life, you move to Dublin to work on the set of Vikings.  You told yourself you were going to remain single after the emotional abuse your ex-boyfriend put your through.  But what happens when you meet not one, but two guys who wiggle their way into your life?  Will you let either one of them get close enough to you to change your mind about being single?

Sitting on the couch of your apartment, you gazed out the window longingly.  Alex had been distant the entire drive back from the set and while you tried talking to him, he pretty much blew you off.  You had told him numerous times in the past two weeks you weren’t looking for, nor ready for a relationship yet; and while you two had sex, it was a great time.  You didn’t mind the whole friends with benefits at this point in your life, you wanted to experience life, have fun and be free.  But now you were wondering if it wasn’t a great idea.  Maybe Alex was starting to develop feelings for you and that was why he was acting out when he saw you laughing with Bill.  

Gathering up your strength you made your way to the bathroom and took a quick shower before snuggling up in bed.  Tomorrow you were going to meet some of the cast and crew at a local restaurant for dinner and you were going to need the energy to face Alex.  

As you began to drift off to sleep, your phone chimed.  With a groan you reached over to grab it, noticing yet another text from your ex-boyfriend Shane.  

Shane: Please Effie, why won’t you talk to me?  I really miss you.  

Why was this happening to you?  Why couldn’t he just give up already!  He ruined you with the way he treated you.  Because of him, you couldn’t open up to people anymore, couldn’t trust people until you felt comfortable around them.  You used to be so trusting, so open and Shane ruined that all for you.  

Shane: You are going to regret not responding to me. I’m trying to talk to you to let you know that I plan on moving to Dublin, and I know you are there right now. I want to try and work things out with you.

As you read over his last message you felt your heart skip in your chest; not out of joy, but out of worry.  From the text he sent you, it sounded like a threat, and that was not something you were looking forward to.   Placing your ringtone on silent, you laid your head on the pillow, fighting back tears as you tried your best to fall asleep.  

~~~

The following day you had been lazy; sleeping in as late as possible, then lounging around your apartment until it was time to get ready for dinner.  After taking a quick showering and throwing your hair in a messy bun, you did your makeup before deciding on an outfit.  Since the weather was being fairly nice, you decided on a black pleaded miniskirt and a white cotton t-shirt.  You threw on a pair of black ankle boots and some jewelry before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.  

With Alex acting the way he did yesterday you didn’t bother texting him to see if he wanted to walk with you to the restaurant.  As you made your way outside, you gave a small smile as you saw it wasn’t raining. You began walking to the restaurant which was only a few blocks from your apartment.  

Reaching the restaurant you walked up to the hostess.  “Umm, hi there.  I’m here for the party under the name Hirst,” you said with a graceful smile.  

“Sure!” she replied as she glanced down at her paper.  “And what is your name?”

“My name is Effie.”

“Effie, ah, there you are. Right this way.”  She walked you towards the back of the restaurant and into a secluded room.  

As you walked through the curtains you could see much of the cast and crew already there.  Glancing around the room, you froze when your eyes landed on Alex.  He must have sensed someone staring at him because he turned to face you, his eyes lighting up as a smile appeared on his lips.

You felt heady, intoxicated with arousal from how sexy he looked.  He wore his hair down, long as it brushed across his shoulders.  Jeans hugged his legs as a back cotton t-shirt gripped to his biceps.  You licked your lips as your mouth suddenly felt coarse and dry.  

Glancing away from Alex you looked towards the table, noticing glasses of water and you eagerly took a seat.  Grabbing a glass of water you took a sip; the coolness giving relief to your dry aching throat.  “Effie, I’m glad you came,” Alex said with a smile as he sat down beside you.  

“Yeah,” you replied semi-breathlessly; your eyes landing on his sharp features.  “Wouldn’t miss it.”

His eyes peeked down to your plump lips before meeting your eyes again.  “I wanted to apologize Effie,” Alex confessed.  

Letting out a sigh you placed your hand on his.  You had a feeling you knew what he wanted to apologize for; his behavior yesterday but you always felt weird about people apologizing; never knowing what to say in those situations.  Your parents never apologized to you for their outlandish, ridiculous behavior so you just rolled with it, in every situation you could imagine.  “You don’t have to apologize Alex, really.”

His bright smile lit up the room, yet his blue eyes shown with sadness.  “I do Effie.  I acted like a complete asshole to you yesterday.”

You stare at him, unblinking as you tried to think of something to say; anything to make him not look so chagrined, but nothing came to mind.  Instead, you softly whispered, “Why?”  It was the one word floating in your mind for the last 24 hours.  Unsure of why Alex had acted the way he did towards you.  

He searched your eyes, his face despondent as he tried to figure out how to respond.  With a shrug, he glanced back up to you.  “I was caught off guard when I saw you and Bill laughing and having a good time.”

Your eyes grew wide, “Alex, you know it…”

“No I know Effie,” he said, interrupting you to get his words out.  “I know you don’t want a relationship, aren’t ready for one now. And after some thought, I don’t know if I am even ready for one right now.  But, just seeing you and him together and the way you were laughing, it just….,” he shook his head as he placed his gaze on his hands in his lap. “I’ve never seen you laugh that freely with me before.”

You became suddenly surprised by his confession; not knowing exactly what he was getting at.  He just said he wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship either, but from the sounds of it, it seemed like he was jealous.  As you opened your mouth to speak to Alex, Hirst quieted everyone in the room.  

“Can I have your attention please!?” the cast and crew applauded Hirst as he rose his glass in the air.  “I just wanted to give a quick thank you to everyone, each and every one of you plus many more who couldn’t make it tonight.  You have helped make this show possible, and I wanted to treat you to a special dinner tonight.  Enjoy!”

The wait staff began to bring out the food and you felt Alex nudge his seat closer to you; his right knee pressing up against your left.  The touch sent a trail of desire rippling through your body; clenching your thighs shut to stop the aching between your legs.  Reaching for your glass of champagne, you nearly choked on it as Alex’s hand rested on your thigh right at the hem of your skirt.  Your face became heated as your blood began pumping in your ears; both excitement and nerves crashing through you.  

The two of you were seated at the end of the long rectangular table; nobody on either sides of you as he began to slide his hand further up your thigh; disappearing under your mini skirt.  Whipping your head to face him, your eyes grew wide.  “Alex, what are you doing?” you whispered for only him to hear.

A seductive smirk graced his lips as his free hand came up to his mouth; his pointer finger to his lips in a ‘sshhh’ motion.  Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your eyes scanning the room only to see everyone enjoying their food along with laughter and conversations. Your thighs remained clenched but Alex soon pried them apart as his fingers trailed closer to your heat.

It was exciting, having Alex’s hands on you while you were in an open place where prying eyes could watch you; nothing like this had ever happened in any relationship of yours in the past, especially not Shane.  You gulped down the rest of your champagne just as Alex’s fingers reached your core. Biting your lip, you concentrated on your breathing so nothing would look amiss.  

Alex moved your panties to the side and you heard a soft growl come from him as his fingers spread your wetness around.  He leaned over towards you, his fingers never stilling as he whispered into your ear, “You are so wet Effie.”  His warm breath fanning your face did nothing to cool down your scorching body.  

He slipped a lengthy finger inside of you which had you nearly coming on the spot from anticipation. Grabbing the napkin from the table you placed it to your mouth, holding back your moans as Alex began fucking you with his finger.  To grant him easier access you spread your legs wider for him as you heard a chuckle spring from his mouth.  Your face was on fire, heated in desire and anxiety of getting caught.  You felt the spring in your belly begin to tighten as your eyes danced across the room; thankfully nobody was paying any mind to you or Alex at this moment.  As he continued pumping inside of you, his thumb pressed down on your clit and you gripped his leg, tensing as your orgasm rippled through your heated body.  You tried your hardest to keep quiet but a slight whimper escaped your throat and a few people turned to look at you.  

“Are you alright Effie? You look a little flushed,” Marco asked with worry, his brows furrowed together as it appeared he was moving to stand.

You waved him off quickly, fake coughing to make it falsify your quiet whimper.  “No…no Marco I’m fine, thank you.  Just parched is all.”

“Have some water,” Alex declared with a smirk on his face, handing you his glass; giving you a wink in the process.  

You happily chugged it down as his finger released from inside of you; his hand caressing your thigh as you felt his eyes gazing at you.  Taking a few calming breaths you turned to your left, feeling complete sated from your public orgasm.  “You are so mean,” you uttered quietly, a small smile dancing on your lips.  

Alex shook his head, his hair falling around his chiseled face before meeting your eyes again. “You loved it and you know it!”  

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[lustafters-a]

a very, very extensive list of ships i’d love to write with the faceclaims i happen to have. bold means i can play said faceclaim !  lots of them are ,,, pretty wild, truthfully . i just got way too into this .

taron egerton x colin firth

taron egerton x jamie bell 

taron egerton x richard madden

joseph morgan x leah pipes

joseph morgan x candice king

joseph morgan x phoebe tonkin 

nico mirallegro x sharon rooney

nico mirallegro x jodie comer

nico mirallegro x russell tovey

nico mirallegro x hayley atwell 

daniel gilles x phoebe tonkin

finn cole x molly gordon

finn cole x asa butterfield 

finn cole x margot robbie

tom hardy x cillian murphy 

tom hardy x michelle williams 

tom hardy x charlotte riley

tom hardy x annabelle wallis

tom hardy x jack lowden

tom hardy x chris pine

katherine langford x ross butler

katherine langford x alisha boe

katherine langford x dylan minnette 

katherine langford x alexandra shipp

cobie smulders x jake johnson

cobie smulders  x chris evans 

henry golding x emilia clarke 

henry golding x constance wu

ross butler x zendaya

ross butler x noah centineo 

rami malek x ben hardy

rami malek x joseph mazzello

rami malek x gwilym lee 

joe alwyn x emma stone 

joe alwyn x margot robbie 

paul bettany x jennifer connnelly 

keanu reeves x winona ryder 

gwilym lee x joseph mazzello

gwilym lee x ben hardy

alvaro rico x ester exposito 

alvaro rico x aron piper

alvaro rico x miguel bernardeau

aaron taylor-johnson x elizabeth olsen

aaron taylor-johnson x karen gillan

aaron taylor-johnson x thomas brodie sangster 

colin firth x hugh grant 

colin firth x emma thompson 

sam claflin x lily collins

sam claflin x emilia clarke 

sam claflin x tom glynn carney 

sam claflin x max irons

sam claflin x douglas booth

sam claflin x natalie dormer 

josh dylan x jeremy irvine 

josh dylan x lily james

michael b jordan x tessa thompson

michael b jordan x zendaya 

khylin rhambo x dylan sprayberry

khylin rhambo x michael johnston

trevante rhodes x andre holland

henry cavill x armie hammer 

henry cavill x jason momoa

henry cavill x amy adams 

henry cavill x gal gadot 

henry cavill x elizabeth debicki

brett dier x haley lu richardson

brett dier x gina rodriguez 

james norton x imogen poots 

james norton x jessie buckley 

james norton x lily james 

james norton x eleanor tomlinson

joe keery x charlie heaton

joe keery x natalia dyer 

joe keery x dacre montgomery

jason sudeikis x olivia wilde 

jason sudeikis x charlie day 

aubrey joseph x olivia holt 

chadwick boseman x danai gurira

chadwick boseman x lupita nyong'o

ella purnell x asa butterfield

ella purnell x fionn whitehead 

ella purnell x tom holland 

ella purnell x tom sturridge 

armie hammer x timothee chalamet 

armie hammer x alicia vikander

armie hammer x lily collins 

armie hammer x felicity jones 

alex hogh andersen x katheryn winnick

alex hogh andersen x georgia hirst 

alex hogh andersen x alicia agneson

luke benward x olivia holt

luke benward x danielle macdonald

luke benward x dove cameron

tom hiddleston x brie larson 

tom hiddleston x jessica chastain 

david harbour x winona ryder 

ansel elgort x aneurin barnard 

ansel elgort x lily james

tom holland x jake gyllenhaal

tom holland x letitia wright 

tom holland x laura harrier

tom holland x daisy ridley 

paul rudd x jennifer aniston 

paul rudd x evangeline lilly 

paul rudd x sebastian stan 

matthew daddario x harry shum jr 

matthew daddario x kat mcnamara

david tennant x billie piper 

david tennant x karen gillan 

jack lowden x saoirse ronan 

jack lowden x aneurin barrnard 

jack lowden x margot robbie 

allen leech x tuppence middleton

allen leech x  jessica brown-findlay

allen leech x matthew goode

elizabeth olsen x chris evans 

elizabeth olsen x sebastian stan 

sydney sweeney x jacob eldori 

sydney sweeney x alexa demie 

kathryn newton x kristine froseth 

kathryn newton x olivia dejonge 

kathryn newton x natasha liu bordizzo

brie larson x gemma chan 

brie larson x lashana lynch

brie larson x zachary levi

brie larson x alicia vikander 

tuppence middleton x callum turner 

tuppence middleton x brian j smith 

rachel keller x dan stevens 

billie piper x gemma chan

marilyn lima x michel biel

emilia clarke x kit harington 

jamie dornan x cillian murphy 

hugh jackman x michelle williams 

hugh jackman x jake gyllenhaal 

hugh jackman x james mcavoy

hugh jackman x ryan reynolds 

logan lerman x alexandra daddario 

logan lerman x lily collins 

logan lerman x selena gomez

logan lerman x emma watson

jake gyllenhaal x tom sturridge 

jake gyllenhaal x sebastian stan

chris pine x gal gadot 

chris pine x reese witherspoon 

chris pine x emily blunt

chris pine x anne hathaway

chris pine x gugu mbatha raw 

lily james x matt smith

lily james x jeremy irvine

rachel mcadams x matthew goode 

rachel mcadams x ryan gosling 

rachel mcadams x domhnall gleeson

rachel mcadams x cillian murphy

chris evans x sebastian stan

chris evans x robert downey jr 

jacob eldori x alexa demie 

max irons x douglas booth 

max irons x emily browning 

max irons x holliday grainger 

max irons x samantha barks 

noah centineo x kristine froseth 

noah centineo x ariana grande 

noah centineo x alexis ren 

noah centineo x lily collins 

mark ruffalo x reese witherspoon 

mark ruffalo x robert downey jr 

bradley simpson x shawn mendes 

bradley simpson x sabrina carpenter 

aidan turner x eleanor tomlinson

aidan turner x russel tovey

aidan turner x lenora crichlow

alex fitzalan x kristine froseth 

alex fitzalan x toby wallace 

alex fitazalan x natasha liu bordizzo

damien molony x johnathan bailey 

damien molony x michael socha 

damien molony x michelle keegan

chance perdomo x tati gabrielle

chance perdomo x gavin leatherwood 

joseph mazzello x sebastian stan

joseph mazzello x lucy boynton

adele exarchopoulos  x lea seydoux 

charlize theron x emily blunt 

charlize theron x jessica chastain

margot robbie x saoirse ronan

margot robbie x cara delevingne

margot robbie x alexander skarsgard 

naomi scott x dacre montgomery 

naomi scott x mena massoud

ashley benson x tyler blackburn 

ashley benson x  cara delevingne

jennifer morrison x lana parrilla

jennifer morison x colin o’donoghue 

dan stevens x michelle dockery 

dan stevens x emma watson

timothy olyphant x drew barrymore 

max riemelt x tina desai

max riemelt x brian j smith

max riemelt x miguel angel silvestre

tom glynn carney x nicholas hoult 

tom glynn carney x harry styles

tom glynn carney x fionn whitehead

tom glynn carney x anthony boyle

chace crawford x blake lively

zac efron x zendaya

zac efron x lily collins 

robert pattinson x suki waterhouse 

tyler young x james paxton

bill skarsgard x landon liboiron 

asa butterfield x maisie williams

asa butterfield x britt robertson

asa butterfield x emma mackey 

james d’arcy x hayley atwell 

james d’arcy x ben whishaw

herman tommeraas x lisa teige

herman tommeraas x thomas hayes

kj apa x madelaine petsch 

kj apa x britt robertson 

kj apa x casey scott

fionn whitehead x aneurin barnard 

jessica chastain x emily blunt 

jessica chastain x anne hathaway

zachary levi x yvonne strahovski

zachary levi x mandy moore

zachary levi x benton thwaites 

devon bostick x lily collins 

dvon bostick x peyton list

john krasinski x jenna fischer 

jamie bell x kate mara 

tom ellis x james mcavoy 

tom ellis x  lesley ann brandt

tom ellis x aimee garcia

tom ellis x jensen ackles

tom ellis x kevin alejandro

douglas booth x bel powley 

douglas booth x gemma chan

douglas booth x ellie bamber 

douglas booth x iwan rheon

matthew goode x jamie dornan

matthew goode x teresa palmer

anthony boyle x sam clemmett

sebastian stan x anthony mackie 

sebastian stan x jessica chastain

sebastian stan x tom hiddleston

sebastian stan x dianna agron 

sebastian stan x chris hemsworth 

robert downey jr x jude law

robert sheehan x antonia thomas

robert sheehan x david castaneda

robert sheehan x jamie campbell bower

robert sheehan x iwan rheon

robert sheehan x sofia boutella

robert sheehan x david tennant 

tom hughes x sophie cookson

michiel huisman x blake lively

michiel huisman x gugu mbatha raw 

michiel huisman x teresa palmer 

michiel huisman x tatiana maslany 

aneurin barnard x iwan rheon

aneurin barnard x karen gillan

aneurin barnard x natalie dormer 

aneurin barnard x jodie comer 

aneurin barnard x sophie cookson

aneurin barnard x freya mavor

jon hamm x january jones

jon hamm x michael sheen

jon hamm x dakota johnson

jon hamm x eiza gonzalez

chris hemsworth x tessa thompson

dacre montgomery x courtney eaton

callum turner x vanessa kirby

thomas hayes x josefine pettersen

gavin leatherwood x abigail cowen

gavin leatherwood x ross lynch

gavin leatherwood x kiernan shipka

gavin leatherood x jaz sinclair

donald glover x rihanna 

donald glover x alison brie

ryan reynolds x andrew garfield 

ryan reynolds x blake lively 

winston duke x lupita nyong'o

anthony mackie x frank grillo

ben barnes x andrew garfield

ben barnes x emma watson

sophie turner x asa butterfield

ewan mcgregor x jude law

ewan mcgregor x gugu mbatha raw

boyd holbrook x pedro pascal

ross lynch x jaz sinclair

ross lynch x courtney eaton 

ross lynch x abigail cowen 

lyndsy fonseca x hayley atwell

alycia debnam-carey x eliza taylor

alycia debnam-carey x maia mitchell 

alycia debnam-carey x daniel sharman 

leighton meester x adam brody

leighton meester x blake lively

leighton meester x penn badgley

lauren german x lesley ann brandt

lauren german x aimee garcia 

kristine froseth x olivia dejonge

joe gilgun x michelle keegan

joe gilgun x ruth negga

joe gilgun x dominic cooper

joe gilgun x karla crome 

blake lively x penn badgley 

blake lively x gigi hadid 

daniel sharman x frank dillane

daniel sharman x bradley james

daniel sharman x gregg sulkin

jensen ackles x sophia bush

jensen ackles x misha collins 

oliver jackson-cohen x jessica de gouw

jeffrey dean morgan x hilarie burton

vanessa morgan x madelaine petsch 

brandon flynn x miles heizer 

brandon flynn x richard madden 

odeya rush x timothee chalamet 

lily collins x nicholas hoult 

rachel weisz x rachel mcadams 

rachel weisz x emma stone 

sean berdy x jack mulhern 

sean berdy x gideon adlon

tom austen x alexandra park

miles heizer x nick robinson 

toby wallace x olivia de jonge (but cute)

joel kinnaman x olivia munn 

luke hemmings x ashton irwin

luke hemmings x callum hood

luke hemmings x michael clifford 

dominic cooper x gemma chan

gregg sulkin and sophie turner

gregg sulkin x katie stevens 

gregg sulkin x danielle campbell

richard madden x gemma chan

zendaya x trevor jackson

alicia vikander x bill skarsgard

alicia vikander x eddie redmayne

alicia vikander x kit harington

[credulouskhaleesi]

Untitled Alex Hogh/Bill Skars fic

Disclaimer: This is only a work of fiction, yes it is a bit scandalous, but don’t read if you don’t like

 Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Cheating, Language

 Pairings: Alex Hogh x Reader x Bill Skarsgard

 Author’s Note: I haven’t continued my previous fic because no one has really asked about it. This popped into my head this lovely evening when I found myself disassociating. If yall really like it, I will keep going. Otherwise it’s just a one shot without a title at the moment.

 @billdreamy69 @rae-of-sinshine @mypersonalrambling @skarswhat @filthyshieldmaiden @ivaraddict @hiddlelecki @ill-skillsgard

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The night sky was black and the stars were swallowed by its pitch dark dampness. It was a little humid from the Dublin rain showers that afternoon, but overall the outside temperature and weather was perfect. This was another positive aspect of the evening that you tried to grip with your broken, bored, and weary soul. The first, being that you were in the presence of a lot of handsome, talented actors.

It was the wrap party for The History Channel’s Vikings and you had been married to Alex Hogh Andersen for about a year. The marriage was absolute bliss during the first 6 months and you could not think of anything else that would make you happier at the time. Now things were stiff and stale and your mind began to wander to the corners of doubt you tried to keep captive in the back of your mind.

After only dating you for 3 weeks, Alex had cheated on you…twice. The first time you had caught him at his flat and his roommate at the time, Marco, barely gave a hard attempt at stopping you from walking in on him with another woman. Marco felt for you and wanted to protect your heart, but he also knew that Alex needed to learn a hard lesson from his play boy ways, especially if he ever wanted to consider having a committed relationship with a woman.

The second time it happened, your gut instinct had led you to the slaughter. You had a feeling that something was going on from the lack of sex. Your sexual appetite was at its peak after Alex asked you to stop taking your birth control and anxiety meds because he wanted to start trying for kids and have a family with you. Days after his request, you two were still going at it like jackrabbits and had fucked each other at least twice a day. He started to make excuses and complained of frequent ‘headaches’ soon after. Your inner voice had battled with you for awhile before you finally gave in and decided to go through his phone one night after he forgot it when he went out to hang with ‘a few friends’. He had been having sex with his ex girlfriend the entire time that he had avoided it with you and this was before you had married him.

Alex had a supernatural hold on you. In prior relationships and even at the present time, you vowed to always leave someone if they became unfaithful. Your daughter’s sperm donor taught you this hard-learned lesson 7 years before but for some reason your forgiven nature unsheathed itself whenever Alex would literally drop to his knees to beg your forgiveness. Things always went back to normal and his passion for you was beyond anything you had ever known. He would always slave for you and bring you expensive gifts and showered you with kisses aplenty after you let your guard back down and his cheating ass back in.

This night felt all too familiar and he wasn’t by your side groping, adoring, and bragging about you at the party like he did the year before. Broken and tipsy, you leaned against the outside patio’s golden bannister of the lavish hotel that hosted the party. Wine glass in one hand and cigarette in another, you scanned the patio in search of your husband, feeling naked and anxious without him at your side. Even though he did hurt you, he could never fail to make you feel at ease and secure in any situation.

Alas you spotted his man-bun disappear inside of the hotel lobby as he quickly waltzed to the diner. You were finally able to catch up to him when he halted his movement and sat down at the bar. You cursed yourself for wearing 6” platforms and your favorite ‘fuck me’ red form-fitting high slit dress. Your C cup breasts looked particularly exceptional tonight and had the lightest hint of red glitter to ensemble your red garb that silhouetted your curvy but thin figure. You had noticed plenty of men and women direct their eyes to both your tits and your ass but received no amount of self esteem from their looks, as you only wanted one man to be seduced to your bed.

“Alex, baby what’s going on? I haven’t seen you all night. I miss you love.” You slowly situated yourself close to your husband and began to rub his thigh and kiss his neck. At the corner of your eye you could see one of his co-star’s siblings, Bill Skarsgard, sipping what looked to be an expensive Martini. His girlfriend, whom you had learned had given birth to their first child a few weeks ago, could be seen hastily moving away from the bar and to another part of the hotel. You were unsure why and whether she was upset as you were. She could only be seen through your peripherals and you were currently focused on your husband and his bad attitude.

“Alex baby I’m so damn horny. You haven’t fucked me in days, let’s go to our room and have another go at making a baby so you can be a daddy like Bill. Ok Daddy?” He quickly pulled his leg away and huffed, “Not right now, we don’t have time, they’re about to give out the set awards.” You sat up and leaned to your right to get closer to him and kissed his cheek while you wrapped your arm around his sexily toned back. “It will be fast, I promise baby. At least let me suck your cock.” He finally stopped staring at his phone and turned to look you in the eyes. He huffed once more and took on a sarcastic tone, “And how is that going to leave you satisfied if you’re so horny?” “I’ll suck your cock and play with myself. Please I just want to taste you, I swear I won’t make it last longer than 5 minutes. You know I’m good for it,” you said with a sexy smirk. “I really just need some space right now, you’re honestly getting extremely annoying.” He spun his bar stool around and teetered off his seat. You could tell he was a little more than buzzed and you sat back in your stool defeated and willed yourself not to cry. Fist-under-chin, you affixed your attention to the stock of bottles on shelves situated behind the bartender. You suddenly felt a small breeze and a sudden warmth of body heat as Bill Skarsgard occupied the seat that Alex occupied a few minutes before.

You remembered Bill from the wrap party a few years before and he was certainly easy on the eyes. He was relatively 4 or 5 inches taller than Alex but had a softer look to him. But damn, those big green eyes and his full luscious lips left absolutely everything to your dirty imagination. You had been a major fan of his acting and work like you had with your husband Alex, and it only took you 30 minutes to warm up to the Swede at the last party. He was normally quite reserved but with a little liquor in him, you could talk to him about anything and everything for eons without notice to the passing time.

“Looks like you’re having a shitty time with your spouse as well tonight.” He delicately whispered in your left ear. You were unsure why the man was whispering but chalked it up to the drink in his hand and slightly turned your body to give him your full attention. “Can I be bold and unnecessary with you. Y/N?” you raised an eyebrow and placed your elbow on the bar with fist under chin as you had before. “Yeah what’s up?” you attempted to be casual despite the growing wetness between your thighs. “Alex is an idiot.” “What?” You said and half chuckled as you corrected your posture. He folded his hands and leaned in once again. “He’s insanely lucky to have a girl with your sexual desire, body, looks, and mind to be honest. I’m sorry, maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making me so blunt tonight, but someone in this room had to say it. And I know I’m not the only man here who was dying to do so.”

You were positively stunned and could feel yourself dripping through the lacy threadbare thong you were wearing beneath your dress. Your entire thigh was exposed as well and suddenly you became extremely nervous. This was a feeling that wasn’t familiar excluding the time you and Alex first met, and first fucked. You stirred and slowly stood up. Bill maintained his cheeky smile and kept up the conversation, “I know he cheats on you, and I am incredibly sorry, you don’t deserve it. I also know how it feels unfortunately. I found out Alida was fucking her ex as well and had told me to keep my hands off of her until her 6 week checkup.” “Why do we torture ourselves so in the name of such empty love?” I had thought myself poetic and gained a surge of confidence and gently grabbed his martini from his hand and took a sip. I looked at Bill hungrily over the glass.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “Can I be bold and unnecessary again?” I adjusted the dress in hopes I wouldn’t soak through the thin material and sat back down on my stool. “Yes, of course.” I responded in a high pitched seductive tone. “I think we should get out of this diner and find some place in this ‘boujee’ hotel to make each other feel good. I for one would love to make you forget his name and worship your body in ways you couldn’t control.” These words were all I needed to hear and all that would heal me. We were both yearning to become Carmelo and ‘risk it all’ over a single whispered sentence.

[so-writing]

Master List

 I have written for Bill Skarsgard and his characters, Valter Skarsgard, the cast of Vikings and the actors that play them, and the Netflix show Outer Banks.  Currently writing Hockey.  Needs a complete overhaul, updated n/a.

Outer Banks

Gold, Gold 2 (John B Routledge)

Everything (JJ Maybank)

Things You Never Show (Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)   ~ Time (Part 2, Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)   ~ Dream Boy (Part 3, Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)   ~ God is a Woman (Alt Part 3, Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)

Somber (Rafe Cameron)

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Bill Skarsgard

Professor 

Sitting

The Kid, The Kid 2 (Henry Deaver - Castle Rock)

Fuck You, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, End

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Valter Skarsgard

Stream

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Vikings Cast/Characters

Nasty (Alex Hogh Andersen)

Snow (Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader x Hvitserk Ragnarsson), Snow 2, Snow 3, Snow 4, Snow 5, Snow 6, Snow 7, Snow 8, Snow 9, Snow 10, Snow 11, Snow 12, Snow 13

Money Moves (Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader x Roman Godfrey)

Power (Alex Hogh Andersen)

To All the Boys I've Loved, To All the Boys I've Loved 2

Neighbors, Neighbors 2

Fistfight (Hvitserk)

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Hockey

The Head Tolerates What The Heart Wants (Nolan Patrick), Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Cold As Ice (Matthew Tkachuk), Two

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea (Matthew Tkachuk), Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty One, Twenty Two, Twenty Three, Twenty Four, Twenty Five,  End

Home (Mat Barzal), Two, Three

Good For You (Jamie Oleksiak), Two, Three, Four

Don’t Call This Number Again (Anthony Beauvillier)

Good Morning (Matthew Tkachuk), Two, Three, Four, Five

Distance (Jamie Oleksiak), Two, Three

Captain (Anders Lee), Two

Disheartening (Tyson Jost)

Tell Me You Love Me (Matthew Tkachuk with a hint of Tyson Jost): ~ I Know I’m Not the Only One (2) ~ The Ghost of You (3) ~ Cry Me a River (end)

A Moment (Matthew Tkachuk x Jacob Markstrom)

Flavor of the Moment (Tyler Seguin), Two, Three

Requested prompts from lists I posted for a bunch of different players can be found here. 

Creepy!HalloweenBarzy (Mat Barzal)

At Christmas, you tell the truth. (Matthew Tkachuk)

[emmyrosee]

Could I please get another one with the Alex and Bill au we created and number 2 where they go shopping with the mommy or just the two for the little one (maybe before she was born)? I’m sooo excited to read it already and I’m so thankful for you letting me send requests in<3

THIS IS-

THE CUTEST THING I CRY-

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"At least this place has damn air conditioning," Alex scoffed, holding the door open as you and Bill follow him in, your slowed down waddle being something of adoration to others, but an absolute exhaustion to you.

You were six months into your pregnancy, and in the late summer heat, you felt just about ready to lock yourself in your home for the rest of your pregnancy, forcing your swede and ever-loyal dane to do everything else for you.

But crib shopping calls. So does wish-list making for the shower the boys were throwing for you. They'd asked you to be there, so you were.

Ugh.

The smell of wood and paint in the air, mixed with shitty retail music, the amount of pastels assaulting your eyesight only made the scowl in your face deepen. Alex sighs and gives you a sad smile. "Give it a chance, dolly... we just need to find somethings for the gift list."

"Let's just get this over with," you mumble, and with a hum of understanding, Bill gently rubs your lower back, planting a kiss to your head as Alex leads you deeper and deeper into the store, and despite starting with the sour attitude, you slowly felt yourself warming up to the building, your goofy friends making everything just a bit more bearable: they stopped when you stopped, jot down any piece of furniture you seemed to like, and even running to the corner store for a water when you needed it.

And it doesn't all hit you how grateful you were for them and their efforts until you spotted it; the perfect nursery glider. It was light grey, covered in thick cushions with a matching, equally cushioned ottoman, also with a rocking feature for sleepy, late night feedings.

The base of the chair was wide enough for Alex's broad body to rock the baby before lap, while the easy-to-shift ottoman would be able to be used by the long legs of Bill for the light night changings and your feedings, and while the two of them asked a staff member about wardrobes, you slowly stalked your way to the chair and sat down with a soft sigh of effort, the cushions contorting to your aching back and rocking automatically with a gentle sway from your sudden added weight.

Tears stung at your eyes, smiling and gently, your hands finding your way to your belly, and your bottom lip wobbles as you look up at them. "I want this one," you interrupt, though there is no confusion or annoyance at your words, only widening smiles as Alex slowly stalks toward you, a hand coming down to your shoulder as he leans down to kiss your head.

"This one feel comfy, mama?" He mumbles against your hair, and you lean into his affections with a nod, a lump in your throat forming at the mere idea that not only will your baby have you, but two amazing men to look up to for the rest of her life.

After finishing his discussion with the staff, Bill makes his way over you and Alex, smiling and gently grabbing your hand in his, massive paw squeezing yours lovingly.

"We're having a baby," you whimper, a wave of happy tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. Your head comes down to rest against Bill's stomach, and the two of them can merely look at each other and smile, not having the heart to question or wonder who exactly "we" would end up being.

Excitedly, all they could do was hope it was both of them.

Hiya! you found me! thank you for reading my drabble! if you liked what you read, please consider buying me a KoFi, or simply leaving me a like, comment and a reblog; much, much love! 🥰

[emmyrosee]

Hey darling💗 so what will happen when the little girl starts calling Alex and Bill „dada“? How will the three of them react? Pretty please write this for me 😫

oh... oh honey... This??? Is so cute???? how dare you do this to me???

because right- like i am a firm believer that bill and alex always call you “supermom” or “momma” or stuff like that, especially when Leah is so young and learning how to talk, almost to ensure her first word was some configuration of “mom”

Her first word was actually “peach” but that’s besides the point. Alex heard it first when he was babysitting her as you and Bill were running errands, and despite him not wanting to tell you, being Alex, he accidentally let it slip at dinner.

Anywhore.

With Leah’s first word out of the way, they continued to call you names, just to ensure she knew you were her mommy and when they would say “go to mommy” she’d go to you and not Bill which she’d done more than once much to Alex’s delight.

And then Leah started to get older.

She started to click more, become more observant and randomly look around for someone, though she couldn’t seem to pick who; Alex had bought her some old-school nursery rhyme dvd’s and some baby einstines, like those old tapes for kids to watch and be entertained by and learn with. And while Bill had refused to watch them with her (”I will wipe her ass any day of the week, but I will not subject myself to 2 hours of singing shapes and Old MacDonald Had A Farm”), Alex was more than happy to enjoy and laugh along with her.

When watching educational baby-shows with her, when the narrator would mention mommy, Leah would instantly turn to you and with her tiny little smile exclaim “mumma!” and when the narrator would mention daddy, Leah instinctively looked at Alex; and overtime, this grew into the toddler actually calling Alex “dada” for one reason extremely confusing to all three of you, absolutely crushing Bill.

Because Bill had been the one to bottle feed Leah in the late hours of the night regardless of the time. Bill had been the one carrying her on his shoulders, cleaning her vomit and spit-up and he’d been the one to put her down and wake from her naps more often than not. And while Alex of course did all of those, but he was more “fun” than he was “father.”

And it was heartbreaking to see Bill constantly pouting, wondering what he’d done wrong to make her not see him as a fatherly figure when you know its only because Alex watched those kids shows with her, making her piece it together he was the “dada” to her “mumma.”

So one day, you took a day off of work when Bill was home and Alex was far from town. You packed up an afternoon baggie with diapers, lunch and most importantly, the dvd’s she’d been watching with Alex and you haul Leah and yourself to Bill’s apartment; you knock on his door, and when he opens the green to let you in, he can barely open his mouth to ask what you were doing there before you rushed past him.

“Sit,” you demand, plopping Leah in the middle of the couch.

He groans, “I was busy-”

“And it can wait,” you say firmly, keeping your eyes on him as he finally sits, cooing down at Leah as happily as he could- which you had to give him credit, he was one hell of an actor, but you could tell the sparkle and connection he had with Leah had been tensed. You turn your attention back to the dvd player Bill had specifically for the baby videos. Behind you, you can practically feel the eyeroll Bill sends you, “I told you, I’m not watching-”

“If you would trust me for literally seven seconds,” you hiss. “I promise you, you’ll be fine.” You press play once he sighs in surrender, and you make your way to the couch, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping an eye on the Swede to make sure he wouldn’t leave.

Not that he would anyways; Leah’s eyes were fixated on the screen, her binkie in her mouth and her tiny body clinging to Bill’s side. With his arm around her, you knew he would never disturb her. 

Finally, the narrator’s overly jovial voice croons, “let’s meet our family!” which consisted of child-friendly drawings for mothers, fathers, uncles and aunts and grandparents, and once it cycles through the family again, Leah eagerly sits up, grins around her pacifier and points to you.

“Mumma!”

Bill sits up slightly, clearly not excited for what was coming. 

“Very good, Lee-Bee!” You say happily, your eyes flicking to Bill. “Where is daddy, baby?”

Her head whips to Bill, and she confidently, and like a puppy, she bounces in his lap, making him groan playfully as a smile finally cracks on his face. You watch as he pokes her to make her giggle, finally pulling her in for a tight hug and blowing a raspberry against her neck, something he always did when she was younger, and she squeals a giggly “daddyyyy!!” around some giggles.

Bill’s eyes practically bug out of his head.

“She called me daddy! She said daddy! She doesn’t even call Alex daddy!”

You nod, “it’s because he watched it with her before. He was just the closest face to match “dada;” so, he’ll be dada, and you’ll be daddy until we can teach her to say your names.” You chuckle, “but believe me, Bill; she doesn’t love Alex more.. she adores you both, believe me.”

Bill’s smile seems cemented on his face as Leah asks “daddy, juice?” around her pacifier, and you chuckle as you pack up the movies. 

You three know you’ll have to teach Leah their real names one day; or she’d learn them from you. They weren’t her father, and that was okay. For now, you could all indulge in your titles and you could enjoy the smile on Bill’s face, as well as laugh when she would call Alex “daddy” and Bill “dada” and they’d look at her with complete confusion.

[emmyrosee]

Im probably going to annoy your followers with my requests. So for my first ask I wanted to ask if you pretty please could do number 12 from the little one prompt list and our Alex + Bill universe we both created?

I AM SO SOFF-

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The air smelt light and sweet with the tinge of vanilla in the air, lilac balloons laid against the ceiling and tied to the back of Leah’s high chair; the one year old clapped eagerly with each spoonful of steamed carrots Alex brings to her lips, squealing and giggling with each movement of the spoon, goofily flying it all around before feeding it to her, his own giggles mixing with hers adoringly.

In the kitchen stood you and Bill, your smaller hands decorating the cake with white icing and purple dollops of frosting to match the balloons while his washed the dishes from dinner. Save for the sweet laughter at the table just feet away, silence sang in the air, the calm and quiet atmosphere contrasting greatly from the usual hectic world that was your home nearly every day.

“Behind ya,” Bill warns before reaching his long arm over you to grab the dirtied utensils you did not need anymore before pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek, making you giggle and nudge him away. 

“How’s that cake coming, momma?” Alex asks, smiling brightly at you. “Lee-Bee finished her dinner like the big girl she is!” He finishes his coo by leaning over to lift her from her high chair, nibbling her soft neck dramatically while she kicks her feet and squeals at him. 

You smile and lick the dollop of frosting from the tip of your finger, “just about done!” You look at Bill, “you about ready, Billy?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m all ready!” He says sweetly, making his way from the kitchen to the table Alex was sat at, peering at you across the room. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nod once more and stick a single candle in the fluffy cake’s center, lighting it before picking it up gently, singing a soft happy birthday to your little girl, who’s bright eyes stared in intrigue at the dancing candle. Bill and Alex waste no time in joining in, the swede carrying a low, soft tune while Alex opted for a more goofy rendition to make the toddler laugh squeakily. 

“You gonna blow out the candle?” He asks as if she could understand him, the question making you chuckle as you give a short breath to do it for your toddler, Bill and Alex cheering and clapping at Leah, who then follows their claps with her own tiny hands. 

You cut and dole out pieces of the vanilla cake on small, paper plates and pass them around, laying one out in front of Leah to feed herself with while you and the other two men chatter calmly about whatever was on your mind.

You stand up to fill Bill’s coffee cup at the other end of the kitchen when suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the small table, and when you turn, you see your toddler’s tiny fist, covered in frosting and mashed up cake up to Alex’s mouth as if to feed him as he had done earlier. He purses his lips out to take small bites of whatever would stick out from her hand, the white crumbs and frosting clinging to his tanned features as Bill simply laughs on the opposite end of him. 

“Good cake, supermom,” Alex grins, jouncing Leah slightly as she munches on her fingers to eat the cake. “I thoroughly enjoyed both, on the fork and smeared on my face.” 

“It’s amazing how even though a literal child fed you,” Bill begins, taking the mug from your hands and setting it on the table. “It still looks like the mess you’ve got on your face every time you eat.”

Alex pouts up at you, “mooooom, he’s being mean to me! Make him stop, he’s hurting my feelings.”

With a snort you cut another piece of cake, seemingly for yourself before you plant a kiss to the back of Bill’s head. Then you smile, “don’t be mean, Bill; you should know better than to knock things before you try them-”

Before he can come up with anything to say, before he can even open his mouth, you smush the plate of cake in his face with a maniacal cackle before dashing behind Alex’s chair for safety, to which the dane snorts, “I’m holding the child, what do you think I’m going to do to protect you?”

With cake and icing clinging to patches of his stubble and face, Bill offers you an airy chuckle as he rises to his feet, rolling up his sleeves as he licks his lips. “You’re gonna pay for that,” Bill growls mischievously, his long legs darting to Alex’s side of the table while you scream and run away, all the while leaving Alex and Leah at the table to laugh at your attempts to escape him, putting all your other plans for the night on hold.

Not that you would trade it for the world.

[ill-skillsgard]

Hey dear:) I got a little Mickey and Adrian idea so maybe you are interested to write something for it please. Like imagine they are being best friends and want to move in together but are too broke so they look for another roommate. So what would it be like living with them together/ meeting them for the room?

Hello, love! Thanks for the request. It’s been a hot minute since I wrote any Mickey stuff or Adrian for that matter! Here’s a snippet of what I think it would be like meeting the duo for a roommate interview ^^

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Neither of the two men fidgeting on the couch was the brains of the operation. The tall, lanky one named Mickey had a pen and notepad but chose not to depend on the preset questions. Instead, he gnawed on the end of the pen as he looked you up and down. The other one was strong and quiet until he introduced himself, and you thrust out your hand in greeting. Your ease put his worries to rest.

"So, listen, we know the ad said we're looking for a roommate, and while that's true... Uh, there's a slight hitch," Mickey explained.

"We don't have the room that would qualify anyone as a mate," Adrian added.

Mickey shrugged, flinging the chewed end of his pen in Adrian's direction. The blue-eyed man scowled, then turned back to you with an amiable smile. "But we have something lined up. We just can't afford the rent between us two... Yet!"

"Or first and last," Mickey said.

You let out the long breath that had filled your chest. The two men looked like they meant well, but it wasn't the situation you expected.

You pointed around the room and said, "this isn't your house?"

"Nope."

"Not exactly," Mickey winced.

"Mickey! Adrian!"

You cocked your head toward the woman's voice. Then you noticed their clothes and how ragged they looked sitting on the steam-cleaned sofa, an ornate wrought-iron and glass table separating you from them. Of course, these two didn't have the money for a place like this.

"Mickey!"

"One minute, mom! We're interviewing!"

An older woman shuffled into the living room carrying a plate of assorted store-bought cookies. You grinned in surprise and stood to pay tribute to the real proprietor and her generous donation of baked goods.

"Oh, don't you seem nice," Mickey's mother said after you introduced yourself. "Don't scare this one away, boys. I'll leave you three to your discussion."

Mickey leaned on his propped fist, rolling his eyes. "Mom, I thought I told you, no cookies until after she says yes."

"Hey, if there are cookies, you can consider it a yes from me," you said.

"Really? You don't want to see the place first?" Adrian asked, one dark eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Nah, you two seem cool. As long as I have my own room, I'm fine living anywhere. Even if it's just a broom closet."

"N-no, it's not a closet. You get an entire room. I called dibs on the bigger bedroom, but you can have it if you want," Mickey offered.

Adrian scoffed, telling of a previous negotiation that might have ended up combative. You could tell Adrian had been vying for the room in question. Squinting at the boys, you feigned contemplation. "Hmm... Cookies and you're giving me the bigger bedroom? Well, I suppose that makes up for the false advertising."

Mickey slid to the edge of his seat. "So, you'll take it?"

"Do I have to say yes again?"

"Maybe don't decide until you actually see the place. It's nothing like this," Adrian twirled his finger around the meticulously clean room. Mickey's mom kept the home spick and span, which should have been another telltale sign you'd walked into an unintentional ruse. They had a spark of deeply woven brotherhood, rich in background and criminal record, and—smack-dab in an elderly woman’s bijouterie—they sat comically out of place in the best of ways.

It didn't matter what the place looked like; you knew becoming a roommate was much more than liking the digs. It was determining whether you could tolerate the person offering the room and all their poor habits and grating mannerisms.

"Well, let's go see the place then. And don't worry, I'll cover first and last. You two can make it up to me in other ways."

Both of them went dark as they chewed on what you said. You imagined at least one of them had conjured sexual thoughts, then dismissed them with a subliminal shake of the head. These were good boys. Perhaps a little on the dim side, but they were solid guys.

"What do you mean, like, doin' your laundry or somethin'?" Mickey asked.

You tapped your chin. "No, not quite what I had in mind. I was thinking you two could be my resident spider-patrol, dust the shelves I can't reach, um... intimidate guys that bother me."

"So, you want bodyguards?"

Mickey stuck his thumb in Adrian's direction. "He used to work a security job."

"Oh, really?" You said with a smile.

Adrian glared at Mickey, waiting for him to erupt.

"Until he got caught shoplifting, and they fired his ass."

"Adrian!" You gasped. "For shame!"

"Whatever! Everyone else did the same thing."

You giggled at them both. The pair might have been of the rough-and-tumble sort, but you had a feeling you'd get along with Mickey and his best friend Adrian just fine.

[emmyrosee]

@walkxthexmoon #14 of the little one prompts with Alex and Bill🥰

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Squealing atop the shoulders of your Swedish best friend, your little girl pats his head in excitement at seeing all the animals scattered around the zoo, bouncing enough to make Bill adjust his grip on her knees.

“Easy shortstack,” he chuckles, “it’s a long way down from all the way up there.”

“Oh, yes,” you chuckle at him when your daughter ceases her eager movements. “Please, terrify her from heights so early on, thank you Bill.”

Alex, next to you, snickers down at his map before turning to look at you. “Enough chitchat with the scary swede; what’s the plan, momma? We’re crunched for time thanks to traffic.”

Which was true. Due to the beautiful day, the roads were packed with various travelers, going to the beach and amusement parks, among other places. Your daughter had to be down for her nap in about two and a half hours, and as much as she loved the two goons who guarded her with their lives, she was not the most cooperative when it came to missing her nap.

Alex learned that the hard way, with an elephant bath toy swiftly launched at his head a few weeks ago.

“Well, she loves like, big cats,” you reply thoughtfully, the three of you starting your trek to the lions. “I, personally, would like to see the bears, but really, we can just wander.” The two men agree with appreciative hums, stopping dead in their tracks and going pale when you let out a worried gasp.

“No reptile house!” You say quickly, making them roll their eyes at your not-so-serious worrying. “I mean it; we watched Aladdin and she cried when Jafar turned into a snake. Now she won’t even look at anything scaly.”

“No scales, huh?” Alex asks in thought. Then, he sighs, “Bill, give me the tiny human.”

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t exfoliated in weeks.”

“I’ll give you reptile, Dane.”

“With that lazy eye, how could you not?”

“So we’re not acknowledging that you have a lazy eye too-”

“Billllyyyy!” A small voice squeals from above, tiny blue sneakers swinging excitedly. “We goin’?”

“Couldn’t have asked better myself,” you say dramatically, flashing them both a warning glare before you all resume your trek around the zoo, your little girl’s gasps of amazement as she looks around melting your heart with each time it graces your ears.