Way Too Close || [AHA x Reader]

“Where is my gift?” “It’s a secret…” (Ivar or Ubbe Alex Hoegh Andersen for @ivarsrideordie)

⇁ Pairing | AHA x Reader (god rest my soul)

⇁ tw | RPF (please know I don’t write RPF usually, so please don’t request me), crazy fan ladies, general floof, and angst.

⇁ summary | you really hate overreacting this– even if you know its someone he’ll likely never see again.

⇁ sy notes | I don’t write AHA. I don’t. But @ivarsrideordie has been really down this christmas season so I wanted to make something for her that would make her feel better. that being said, please don’t request AHA. 

He’s that sort of boy.

You know that Alex has a lot of fans. Some crazier than others, and so when it happened, you tried to understand. But there was something about it that wouldn’t sit well with you. No matter how many times you played it over in your mind, the sight of the Brazilian girl’s arms thrown over his broad shoulders under the magic of a deep green mistletoe, lips against lips, it just-- it was what it was. Maybe he could deal with this geniality but at some point, you had to leave and get some air.

Getting some air led to strutting down the street, and with your heels hooked around your fingers, your blackened feet made their way to the rented apartment through the chilly park. The wind whistles through the high trees, singing softly with the memory of the moment only a few minutes ago during the Christmas exchange at an event.

“Where is my gift?” Annoying Bitch said. You crane your head, catching Alex in an awkward laugh, followed by an equally stunted response. “...it’s a secret,” Alex said, a hint of flirt at the end of that statement. Though, if you’re being honest, that’s simply how he always sounded.

Ice Cream 🍦 King || Happy Birthday @ivarsrideordie

It’s been a long day and the sun has yet to set. 

As you walk down the streets with him, you can’t help spot all the delicious treats. He probably wants something more than that. Food, some open-faced sandwiches or even something comforting to you, like a piece of pizza.

“Hey, there’s ice cream!” He grabs your wrist, yanking you in the direction of his favourite cool treat. 

Of course not, you think. He has a sweet tooth.

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A New Shot

❛ pairing | alex x reader [ exception made, please don’t request actors]

❛ word count | 954

❛ type | fluffy-angsty oneshot

❛ summary | see above

❛  warnings | mention of domestic abuse.

You promised him you would help with this shoot. But really— you weren’t feeling up to it. It had been a long day of moving boxes with your older sister, in and out, in and out. The next day, all you really wanted to do was collapse. You knew that he wouldn’t really mind if you couldn’t do it. But between his own photoshoots, press, and events arranged by companies, he didn’t really have time for you to follow out without cause.

Without cause because, well, you never told your ex what was going on.

He would be too busy to hear your grief over physical abuse. And you, well, you didn’t want to bother him. You could handle the aftermath of being kicked into your bathtub so hard your skull gave a crack or the welts and burns that came of his cigarette’s seared onto your side. After all, you were a survivor.

You survived.

“You promise you’re not putting these on insta?” You shift his favourite jacket up to your elbows as he fiddles with the settings on his canon.

“Only the tasteful ones. I’ll keep the other ones for myself.” He lifts his head up, cheekily smiling at you. Maybe it’s the look in his normally passionate eyes every time he took up a camera that made this worthwhile. Or maybe it was just being the center of his attention again in your pretty teddy, barefoot and pulling that horrendous jacket up your arms.

“Ha-ha Alex. Very funny.” You pout against one of your white vanities by the large overarching windows. A glamour shot, he called it.