#immortalhd x reader

[blushingfish]

"I'm trying to get work done" or "we shouldn't be doing this" with Aleks pleeeeease

summary: you suck aleks’ dick at the warehouse lmao

warnings: smut under the cut, swearing, public sex, bottom aleks (which lbr is just aleks 24/7), 18+ because it’s sex so like if your under 18 don’t read thnks

word count: 1096

a/n: okay so i wrote this at 2 in the morning while i was extremely sleepy and listening to james’ stream. also this is my first real attempt at smut so if its not good just give me some pointers cause im still new to writing ksfjljkdj toby helped with this by the way!!

Aleks was working late at the warehouse one night and all you wanted to do was go home and suck him off. You had been horny all day because he looked extremely hot today and he definitely wasn’t helping your situation by teasing you about it. You were sitting next to him at the computers, waiting for him to get finished with his work.

“How much longer?” You whined as you put your head on his shoulder. 

“Five more minutes, I’m almost done.” He didn’t look at you when he responded, he was fixated with whatever was on his computer, which gave you an idea.

There were only one or two people left with you and Aleks at the warehouse, and they weren’t even near you guys. You decided jerking him off and teasing him would be a good way to get him done faster.

You started by tracing patterns on his leg, and when he didn’t say anything you started slowly rubbing his upper thigh. Still, nothing. So you just went for it and started to palm him through his sweatpants which definitely got a reaction out of him. He jumped and grabbed your hand, looking at you.

“I’m trying to get work done, I’ll finish and then we can go home.“ You could tell he wasn’t really mad because he had that stupid little smirk on his face. 

If you knew anything about Aleks, it was that public sex was one of his favorite things. He’d do it whenever you guys could, at the mall, in his car, hell even at Rooster Teeth events like RTX. You guys have never fucked in the warehouse, at least not yet. He’d always finish working early so that you guys could have your date nights or whatever you guys wanted to do, but it seemed like that was gonna change real soon.

“C’mon Aleks, there’s only like, two interns at most here with us and they’re editing with their headphones on, nobody is gonna hear us!” You smile at him and squeeze his cock through his pants, leaning over to kiss his neck. At this, he was beginning to look curious about the whole situation. 

“It’ll be fun! Besides, we can cross it off the list of places we haven’t fucked yet.” You could feel him harden at your words and you smirk, feeling proud of yourself. You watch as he quickly saves his work and stands up, taking your hand and bringing you to the bathroom.

Once inside he pushes you against the door and kisses you hard, neither of you wasting any time with taking his clothes off. 

He kisses you again and mumbles against your lips, “We really shouldn’t be doing this, either of them could walk by and hear us.” You just shrug and push him against the wall next to you guys. 

“Better not be loud then.” You drop to your knees and spit on his cock before slowing starting to jerk him off. You place your other hand on his hip and put just the tip of his dick in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of the head. You watch as he puts his hand in your hair and tilt his head back, soft whimpers falling from his mouth. You don’t move your head, opting to just suck on the tip right now until he begs for more. He started to try to move your head down but you stayed put, which caused him to whine and start to pout.

He was always so pretty like this, panting and desperate only from a few touches, it amazed you every time you got him like this. It was breathtaking to say the least. He let out a choked moan when you moved the hand that was resting on his hip to his balls, slowly massaging them.

“Baby please, I need more of your mouth.” He looked down at you and whined your name softly, running his fingers through your hair. You hummed a response and started to move your head up and down his cock, sucking hard while watching his expression change from pained to immediate pleasure. You used your free hand to pump where your mouth couldn’t reach and you tried to steady yourself when he started to squirm and buck his hips.

Aleks held onto the back of your head and started to guide your mouth where he wanted it. You pulled off of him and smirked when he huffed and looked at you. 

“Now’s not the time to tease me baby, please.” He whimpered quietly and you just shrugged before moving down and slowly licking his balls. You laughed lightly when he jumped and let out a choked moan. 

“How’s it feel baby? I want you to use your words and tell me.” You watched him open and close his mouth a few times before gasping when you started to suck on his balls. 

“It feels really, really good baby, the way your mouth feels on my cock and balls. Fuck, baby, please don’t stop! You’re always so good at sucking me off.” He rushed out his words and you smiled up at him. 

“Wow, you’ve been such a good boy, I think I’ll let you cum here.” You put his cock back into your mouth and started to bob your head again, gently squeezing his balls you looked up at his face, loving the way his cheeks were flushed red and his neck and chest were starting to sweat. 

“Thank you baby, thank you.” He whined out and bucked his hips, trying to meet your mouth.

It was always obvious when Aleks was about to cum, his moans would get more breathier and he would start to move around a lot more. 

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum.” You hummed against him and you started to deep throat him as best as you could while still playing with his balls. He pulled your hair and let out a string of curses mixed with your name as he came in your mouth. You slowly took him out of your mouth and kissed up his chest before kissing him quickly.

“We can check that one off the list.” You smiled at him as you picked up his clothes, handing them to him. he looked at you confused. 

“Wait what about you?” Aleks asked, looking at you with a questioning look.

“Oh you’ll have plenty to do to me once we get home.” You retorted.

You smirked at him and walked out of the bathroom and to his car.

[aleksandr-is-probably-gay-blog]

Hey hey hey, could you write something about Aleksandr's reaction to his significant other using a fidget spiner or fidget cube un ironically for like anxiety or something?

Heck yeah! I used to use one unironically so this will be interesting!

Reader’s POV

The swish of the fidget spinner echos in the halls of Aleks’ apartment. You played with it day and night. Sometimes, you never really had something to be anxious about. But, other times, there was a tremendous reason for fidgeting. Tonight was no different than most nights.

Not much was happening tonight or even tomorrow. You were just mindlessly spinning it now, reading your book. You heard Aleks patter into the room, followed by the loud tapping of Mishka’s claws on the hardwood. He plops onto the couch next to you, wrapping his tattooed arms around you.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asks, his caramel brown eyes meeting yours. You slap the book closed and place it on the table.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” you reply, raising your eyebrows.

“I just heard you fidgeting again. I wanted to check on you.” he offered, kissing you on the cheek.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, honey. I’ll stop.” you trail off, putting the spinner down on the coffee table. You blush and look away from him, letting your hair fall in your face. You didn’t know he heard it, let alone bothered him.

You both sat silent for awhile. He reached his arm around you, pulling your face towards his. “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you. I really don’t mind.” he added, comforting you. You curl closer to him and he kisses your hair gently.

“Really?” you ask, embarrassed. “I thought it would annoy you and you were asking me to stop and never pick it up again.” He stifles a small giggle.

“Y/N, I would never be mad for something you can’t control.” he smiles. He kisses you again, this time, enveloping you in a flirty make out session.

Before long, Mishka jumps on Aleks’ back, causing him to jump off of you and the couch. She just smiles and wags her tail like it’s her play time. Aleks grabs a ball tucked into the couch and tosses it, distracting her. “Hey,” he says, standing and walking towards the bedroom. He rummages around before returning to the couch , hiding something behind his back.

Aleks hands you a small box covered in pale blue wrapping paper. “I wanted to wait for your birthday, but I think you’d want this now.” he states. You carefully unwrap it to reveal a white cardboard box. Removing the lid and unfolding the tissue paper, you spot a [your favorite color] fidget cube. A huge smile spreads across your lips.

“Aleks!” you yell, pleasantly surprised. You jump up and wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“I figured you would want some variety.” he says.

“I love it so much, Aleks. Thank you.” you add.

“Plus, you’re so pretty when you’re happy.” he smiles. You blush, a small smirk gracing your lips. “мой прекрасный ребенок.” he mutters under his breath. You loved when he muttered small phrases or called you a pet name in Russian.

“I love you, Aleksandr.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

fin.

[rtscrobbles]

I saw that your requests are open and I couldn’t pass this up. Do you think you could possibly do something with either Aleks from Cow Chop or Trevor from AH (because they’re both my favorites and I can’t decide) where he meets the reader at a bar/club on her 21st birthday and she accidentally spills her drink on him. But they totally hit it off and it’s just super fluffy (possibly smutty) and cute. If not, totally okay. Keep up the amazing work! 😊

   It was the night of your 21st birthday, and your friends lovingly took you out to a club for the first time.. well your legal first time. They were so excited and happy to celebrate your birthday that they constantly kept fuelling you with alcohol. Before you knew it, you couldn’t stand up without wobbling side to side. 

   At this moment, of your friends grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you down onto the leather stool that wasn’t exactly the comfiest of things. They ordered you a water, and made sure you were okay before going off and joining your other friends on the dance floor. You couldn’t stop smiling or giggling, you felt happy. 

   You rested your arm on the bar as a lanky gay with white skin, adorned with colourful tattoos and bleached blond hair, sat on the seat next to you. The second his mouth opened, you felt yourself melt. He turned to you and smiled, “So, you alone or --”

  Without realising it, you pushed the glass of water over, and unfortunately spilt the substance onto his jeans. “I’m so sorry” you blubbered, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You were too bubbly and too happy at this point in time. 

   “Don’t worry about it. I’m aleks by the way,” He introduces himself, padding the wet spot with tissues that the barmaid graciously handed to him. “I’m Y/N! Nice to meet you!”

       Aleks got you another glass of water, and you two chattered and got to know each other, you decided he wasn’t such a bad guy. “So what’s the special occasion?” He looked you up and down, you almost forgot you were wearing a black dress that barely fit you that you dubbed your “party dress”. 

  “It’s my 21st,” You respond.

  “Oh Happy Birthday then!” Aleks raised his glass with a smile and looked around. “So uh, you wanna get out of here?”

 You looked over to your group of friends, who were as messy as ever but gave you thumbs up, nods and every piece of verbal approval possible. “Sure,” Aleks holds out his hand for you, you take a firm grip of his hand and let him lead you out of the bar. 

[gen-zml]

Little things about dating Aleks:

   ★ Lots of restaurant and bar hopping for dates

   ★ If ya’ll go to an art museum, he’ll make up little stories for different pieces of art to make you laugh

   ★ He’ll kick your ass in CS:GO and won’t feel a bit of remorse for it

   ★ He’s the kinda bf that’s good for stealing sweaters and hoodies from

   ★ Y’all would probably have matchy bracelets or some shit like that

   ★ He would jokingly act macho at random times (i.e: There’s a thump downstairs that was obviously just the dog ruffing around, but he picks up a prop gun and goes into that weird stance, he tells you to keep behind him while he descends the staircase.)

   ★ He likes his hair played with and will lay his head in your lap while y’all watch movies

   ★ Sometimes he’ll write little songs for you, and sing them to you in his purposely terrible singing voice.  At least the bass part sounds nice, and the lyrics are cute

[saturdaychop]

Accident

Aleks x Reader

The call came when Aleks was at work, five minutes before recording BTS. He looked at his phone as it vibrated in his hand, not recognizing the number.

He answered anyway. He just had a gut feeling about this call, and it wasn't a good one.

"Hello?" He asked, watching as Trevor set up the camera.

"I'm calling from the St. Anthony Medical Center, are you Aleksandr Marchant?"

Aleks felt his breath leave him.

"Yes, that's me."

Thousands of thoughts ran through his head of who could be hurt and what happened. He felt his heart rate speed up as his hands shook slightly at his side.

"I'm afraid there's been an minor accident."

You groaned as you tried to sit up, the bruises below your ribs aching in protest. You hurt all over, but thankfully there had only been a fracture in your arm and nothing worse. You sighed as you looked down at the bulky cast, the annoyingly blank plaster mocking you for your actions.

You really need to pay attention more on the road.

Of course, the other driver had said it was his fault. He hadn't realized the light was red when you drove through your green light on the other side, hitting the driver's side of your car.

He had apologized many, many times as you crawled out of your totaled car, the ambulance already called. It hadn't really been necessary, but you could't ask someone to call of an ambulance when you could already hear the sirens.

You sighed as you tried adjusting yourself one last time, thankful that you had managed to gather the guy's insurance information before the ambulance arrived.  

"Holy shit."

Aleks was standing at your hospital room door, hand over his mouth as he looked down at you.

Fuck, who had called your boyfriend?

"It's not that bad!" You said, trying to reassure him. You really didn't need him to worry more than he already did.

"You're arm's broken!" He rushed to your side, placing a hand on your cheek. His eyes looked glassy and his cheeks were flushed.

You sighed.

"They're fine," The doctor said as she walked back in, clipboard in hand. "She'll be released in a few moments anyway, and the cast will only be on for a few weeks."

You thanked the doctor as she left, a nurse walking in after her. Aleks looked away as the nurse pulled the IV out, replacing it with a cotton ball and tape.

You could tell Aleks was still worried as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car, struggling monetarily with the seatbelt as he got in the driver's side.

"Babe?" You said, looking over to him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He smiled and kissed you quickly.

[trashboiiz]

Running Late (Aleks x Reader)

(A/N: This was gonna be short but for some reason I can’t write anything short. Also look how great I am at coming up with titles. That was sarcasm.)

“Oh no. No no no no no”

Your car sputters as you turn the key, until smoke begins to rise from the hood. You’re already running late to work because somehow you slept through all of your alarms, even your emergency one. In a rush, you quickly threw on some clothes and shoved an energy bar into your pocket, not even caring if your breath stunk or your hair was a disaster. You weren’t known for being late, actually, you’ve never been late to work before and you planned on keeping it that way; you have an image to uphold. It’s not like your boss would care if you were late, everyone else that works there usually is, but you didn’t want to give your coworkers a reason to poke at you.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do” you whine, “I don’t even make my own doctors appointments, how am I supposed to fix this?”

After texting you mom about what to do, you send a message to all your coworkers that have cars, asking for a ride. You hear a beep from your phone.

I’m so sorry Y/N! I’m already at work! Anna replies

That means Ashers already there too. Fuck. You see another notification.

I’m out with Joe getting supplies, where do you live? James responds

Koreatown You type back

Fuck. sorry Y/N, we’re way out east.

Your heart drops; theres not many other people left who can give you a ride and you definitely won’t make it by bus. You’ve never even taken the bus in LA or any other city for that matter, it’s not like you needed to use public transportation in Denver.

Your phone buzzes again, this time it’s your boss, Brett

Sorry dude, I’m already here. Maybe try Aleks, he’s probably still at home.

You thank Brett and message Aleks again, hoping he’ll actually look at his phone for once. You’ve messaged him before, for other things like picking up stuff for shoots or just when you’re bored, and it usually takes him at least 30 minutes to respond. Since it seems like you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, you go back inside to brush your teeth and grab some actual food. Every minute you check your phone, hoping Aleks will answer but of course he hasn’t. You debate whether or not to take an Uber but you don’t have the extra cash to spend on it, even more so now since your car died.

You throw your hairbrush down when hear your phone go off. You see Aleks’ name on the screen.

Oh fuck your text woke me up

You laugh to yourself, of course he’s late too.

So can you pick me up? You ask.

yea, yea. ill be there in 10. I have to find my pants. and my keys. and also my dog. Aleks answers.

You know it’s not going to be 10 minutes. Twelve minutes later (you kept track), you hear a car horn and someone yell “Let’s go Y/N! We are so fucking late!” You grab your bag and rush outside to see Aleks in his car.

“You’re lucky my sleep schedule is fucked” He jokes.

You get in the passenger seat and the car engine roars as Aleks pulls away from your apartment.

“So what happened with your car?” He asks, eyes looking out onto the road.

“I tried starting it and it died” you sigh, “I don’t know what happened, it’s just a shitty old car.”

Aleks chuckles, “You gotta get one of these babies” he runs his hands over the dashboard, you can’t take your eyes off his fingers.

“Well not everyone is a Youtube superstar with 15 year olds watching their Minecraft videos”

Aleks gasps “That’s low, Y/N. I don’t even play Minecraft anymore”

“You don’t even make videos anymore.” You retort.

Aleks purses his lips and squints, as if he’s putting all his energy into thinking of a snarky response. Instead of saying anything, he just punches your shoulder.

“Ow! Aleks!” You yell, trying to keep your laughter under control.

“Say shit, get hit. That’s my motto.” He looks over at you and smiles.

He has soft eyes, you notice, welcoming and friendly. They’re brown like a hot cup of coffee after a long day of editing or piece of chocolate that your friend gives you after an argument. His hair looks soft today too. Everything about him looks soft today. So do his li-

“Yo Y/N. My eyes are here” You look away from his lips and see Aleks grinning at you.

“I-I’m just tired” You lie.

“Mhm sure” Aleks looks back to the road, his stupid face still smiling. “So did your car actually break down or did you just want to see this beautiful face some more”

“Complementing yourself is basically a sin” You say as you push him.

“No touching the driver! You’re gonna cause me to crash, Y/N!” He turns the wheel slightly so the car starts to drift into another lane.

“ALEKSANDR!” You scream.

Aleks laughs, “I got it, I got it. Don’t worry.”

You push him again causing both of you to giggle. Soon enough you pull into the warehouse parking lot and Aleks rolls the car into a spot.

“Thanks for the ride. I guess I’ll try to get a rental in the mean ti-” You’re cut off by Aleks kissing you. His lips are soft, just like you thought.

He pulls back after a few seconds, “I can drive you.”

You blush and look at your hands.

“But just don’t tell the guys I was sleeping. They’ll make fun of me.” Aleks says

“Yea, sure thing” You smile then get out of the car and enter the office with Aleks.

[goforwanderlust]

Update

So I have been lazy but I want to start writing short fanfics again and try to finish one this year so I am going to start and continue them starting this week. From a little short I am creating right now is with my summer obsession with Cow Chop. Love these guys and they deserve a little more fanfic love on tumblr. So here is a sneak peak of a ImmortalHD x Reader. 

Title: N/A

Characters: ImmortalHD, Y/N/Reader, Cow Chop, Rooster Teeth, Achievement Hunter, Funhaus, Sugar Pine 7, etc. 

Rating: Rated 17+

(Sneak Preview):

I am coming along with Barbara to this event during the weekend of RTX 2017. Sure I have been to a lot of events of Rooster Teeth, but not of this fancy scale. I had to get a whole new dress and the entire outfit with it and get my makeup done by my bomb-ass makeup artist friend. That part I didn’t mind but it was dawning me that I am going meet a lot of people for the first time at they Rooster Teeth Ball and I just wanna make a good impression. The other channels with Rooster Teeth will be attending too. I am just excited to catch up with the guys from Achievement Hunter and Funhaus. Especially reunite our girl group containing: myself, Barbara, Lindsay, Bethany, Mariel, Elyse and Ashley. We are gonna get fucked up in more ways than one (not for me since I am the ultimate single woman that can’t get a date)...

[spicy-writing]

Steven x reader x Aleks :D

It was unusually quiet in the house.

A few hours earlier, Aleks and Steven were happily annoying the shit out of you while you were peacefully trying to read. After you sent them many dirty looks, they decided you were no fun and went off to do their own thing. What that was, you had no idea.

Deciding to go check on them, you shut your book softly and made your way up the staircase. You checked aleks’ recording room first and when you saw no one in there, you assumed they were in the bedroom. You were slightly worried when you heard no sounds coming from the room. Opening the door slowly, you were surprised to see the sight in front of you.

Aleks and Steve were laying on the bed, limbs tangled together as they slept. You almost awed at the sight but remembered what they were doing to you earlier and a smirk formed on your face. You took a few steps into the room, being as quiet as you could. Then with a running start, you launched yourself onto the two sleepy boys.

Aleks groaned while Steven let out a loud, high pitched whine. You laughed as you snuggled your way in between the boys, feeling proud of yourself.

“What the fuck y/n?” Aleks sighed out, looking down at you.

“That’s payback for earlier!”

“Fuck you.” Steven mumbled. Instead of getting up, they trapped you between them, making you whine about your book. When you heard their soft snores you sighed and regretted your decision to do this.

[luna-teeth]

Not The Couch | Aleks Marchant

Summary: You and Aleks stay after hours and get a little too drunk

Rating: Language

AN: This is my first Cow Chop fic! A little out of my realm so I hope it turned out okay.

“Let’s do something stupid.” You slurred, looking over at Aleks. He furrowed his eyebrows, setting the bottle of Jack down on his desk.

“Like what?”

“Burn the couch.” He snorted.

“Been there done that.” You groaned.

“But not with me!” You pouted. Aleks rolled his eyes, picking up the bottle again and taking another swig. Everyone had already gone home for the day. The warehouse was almost eerily quiet, minus your high pitched whining. He put his forefinger and his thumb to the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Y/N. We are not burning the couch.” You crossed your arms over your chest and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Fine Brett.” Aleks’ mouth dropped open. You snatched the bottle from him and took another swig with a smug look on your face. You knew that blow had gotten him.

“I am not Brett!” He raised his voice slightly, standing up from his chair, wobbling slightly.

“You’re sure acting like it.” You pursed your lips into a smile.

“Fine! Fine! Let’s burn the couch!” Aleks had caved. You clapped your hands together, jumping up from your chair and almost falling over. Aleks grabbed your elbow to steady you, laughing lightly.

“On one condition.” He held up a finger. You raised your eyebrows.

“This stays between us.” You nodded quickly, a hiccup escaping your lips. But there was a problem in your plan. The couch was in the front lobby. The both of you groaned with your hands on your hips as you looked at the couch sitting there.

“I guess-“

“We are going to have to move it!”

“I was going to say leave it and find something else to burn?” Aleks said with wide eyes.

“Y/N. Do you realize how much work it is to move a couch?” You nodded your head. The room fell silent for a moment.

“And can you even lift a couch?” Aleks asked, shaking his head. You shrugged.

“We’ll find out!” You laughed as you made your way into the lobby. Aleks sucked in a deep breath and groaned. He bit off more than he could chew when he volunteered staying after hours with you. He followed after you and went to the other side of the couch, lifting it up, waiting on you. You struggled but managed to get your side up. You both got the couch into the other room, dropping it down to the ground with a loud bang.

“This is stupid.” Aleks said as you ran into the other room. You came back with the flamethrower and a devilish grin on your face.

“No!” He yelled, backing away.

“When you said setting it on fire, you didn’t say flamethrower.”

“You didn’t tell me what I couldn’t use.” You fired back.

“You’re too drunk for that thing!” Aleks quickly walked over to you and snatched it out of your hands. You wined.

“Brett can barely use it sober.” Aleks explained.

“Well then how is this going to go up in flames?” You put your hands on your hips.

“Lighters?” He suggested, shrugging. You rolled your eyes.

“You know how long that would take!?” He nodded. He grabbed the flamethrower and started it up, pointing it at the couch. You quickly jumped back, almost falling in the process. The arm of the couch lit on fire before Aleks turned the device off. You raised your hands in the air.

“Yes!” You yelled.

“Now how are we putting this out?” You asked after a moment. Aleks looked to you and shrugged. The both of you looked around for a moment before scrambling for the fire extinguisher.

“Where is it!?” Aleks yelled.

“Hell if I know!” You checked under the sink, finding it right away.

“Thank god.”

“Do you know how to use it?”

“No?”

“Fuck!” You read the instructions quickly, your vision still a little blurry.

“Pull tab, point, shoot.” You did as the instructions read, pointing it at the fire. The kickback on the tank had you spraying the extinguisher everywhere, including spraying Aleks. When the fire was out, you set the tank down and took a look at the mess you had caused. Aleks was flicking the foam off of himself and clearing it from his face.

“What the actual fuck Y/N?” You sucked in a deep breath, trying not to laugh.

“Hey. I put out the fire.” You snorted.

[blushingfish]

aleks, "im scared"

“Baby cmon this isn’t funny anymore come out”

Aleks had been at the warehouse all day and when he texted you that he was on his way home you decided to hide from him as a joke. So there you were, hiding in your shared closet trying not to laugh as he walked by you not noticing you were hidden behind his clothes that were hanging up.

“Doll please I know you’re home, your car is here. I’m scared you died or something.”

Just as he was about to walk by you again you reached out and grabbed his leg, scaring the shit out of your boyfriend.

“Stop laughing it’s not funny!” He said through a smile, watching as you laughed at his misery.

“You can’t stay mad at me cause you looove me!” You said as you stood up and hugged him.

“Yeah I don’t know why I do.” He said as he hugged you back and kissed your head.

[aleksandr-is-probably-gay-blog]

Aleks & Reader // Neighbors

Anon on Tumblr--

Aleks & reader being neighbors?

You've got it! It'll be kinda short, but I can always go on, if requested.

Enjoy :)

(Y/H = Your hometown)

----------->

Your P.O.V.

"That's the last of 'em!" the mover calls to you. You wave to him and smile.

You had just moved to Los Angeles from Y/H and this was a big step for you. You left behind your family and moved out on your own. You were so excited.

The landlord had called you for the third time this week to fill you in on your neighbors. He assured you that everyone around you were your age, so you'd make new friends in this city.

You walked around the building to your front door. Opening it, you gaze around at the wrapped up furniture and boxes scattered around. You sigh, getting ready to unpack every single box. You unwrapped the couch first, just so you'd have somewhere to sit and game. Then, you quickly found the box containing said gaming consoles and set them up in the living room.

Your phone vibrated on the counter. You unlocked it, reading the message from your mother.

Hope you made it safely! Let me know how it is :)

You smile and typed out a quick message.

Yep! It's great. I'll have to have you out sometime.

You sat the phone back down and finished snacking on some food you grabbed for the trip. Suddenly, you hear some knocking at the door. You scrunched your eyebrows, confused. You apporached the door, looking through the peep hole. You see a blond man in a tank top and dark glasses, tattoo sleeves gracing each arm. You opened the door; he seemed friendly enough.

"Um, hi." You greeted, trying to discreetly wipe the crumbs from your hands.

"Hey, you're my new neighbor. I'm Aleks. I just wanted to, kind of, warn you. I stream on certain nights and can get kind of loud, so, there's that." He says. This wasn't really any of your business, but it was nice of him to warn you.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You reply, shaking his hand. "I completely understand. Don't worry about it. If it gets too loud, for any reason, I can send you a text?"

"Sure. Can I take your number and I'll text you first?"

"Sure." You reply, punching your number into his phone.

"I'll see you around." He says, smiling. You noticed a slight blush spread across his pale face, presumably from scoring your number. You smile before shutting the door.

Your phone vibrates instantly. You turn it over, reading the message from an unknown number.

What up, it's Aleks

You smiled at how dumb it was before texting back.

What up, it's Y/N

You two began texting back and forth until you noticed the sun set behind the blinds of the condo. Your stomach also began to growl. You ordered some Chinese food from nearby. When it was delivered, you scarfed it down and threw the trash away. Noticing it was after 8, you hopped in the shower, already exhausted from driving most of the day.

As you changed into pajamas, you heard some faint yelling and groaning. You blew it off since it never happened again.

That is, until you laid your head down to sleep. It happened once, then twice. You knew exactly who it was, and you also knew that he caught himself every time it was louder than usual. You shot Aleks a quick text.

You streaming tonight?

You saw the typing bubble pop up and waited for the response.

Yeah, am I being too loud?

You typed back.

A little.

Again, you waited for a response back, most likely an apology.

I'm so sorry. I'll be quieter. I promise. Good night. Sweet dreams.

Did...did he just tuck you in?

You remember your mom saying the exact same thing to you years ago. You couldn't help but smile at the sentimental words. You decided to send a quick text back.

Good night, Aleks.

[youtubexreader]

i n s e c u r e // aleks x punk/emo!reader

Hey, sorry I haven't posted an imagine since dec 25th 2015. (Yikes) I can't thank this person enough for reaching out and letting me know what they thought of my work, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have posted anymore, but I really cracked down on myself to focus on things I love doing, and that being writing for you guys. (Also I'm sorry it took so so long to finish and post this, the request was fun to write- I just have been continuously been getting non-stop, back to back, extremely sick out of nowhere and also for things I don't think I could have prevented- it has been a really rough time for me and I've been under a lot of stress and pressure for my age.) hopefully it's somewhat good or moderately enjoyable, ESPECIALLY for the AMAZING AND RAD REQUESTER ILYSSSSM Much love as always! Keep sending in requests, and share your thoughts! / reblog to share the luhv of ff <333 Xx. !request: “ Thank you so much!!! Could i please have an Aleks x Punk/Emo Reader please? I dont mind what i will let you choose Again i love your work ❤️❤️❤️ ” (again thank you to the person who requested this, I didn't know if you were comfortable or not with your blog being directly @'ted. Regardless! Much love to you, thank you for your amazing amazing amazing support and incredible patience!) Warnings(ish idk??): swearing, slight sexual themes, self esteem issues. ((sorry I don't know how to actually do posts with cuts in them/posting without good formatting, I'm still using mobile.)) - - - - - "Thanks for the ride-" he started, but you cut him off with a "don't mention it-". You pulled out of the driveway of aleks' house and made your way to the 'boonies', not with much excitement. It was just early enough with the time change to need a pair of shades. 'Sonofa-' and with that, you realized you left yours on your kitchen counter. 'Great' you thought, thinking you'd be able to look decent and have everything together so this wouldn't have to be a more agonizing ride than it was planned out to be. But clearly that wasn't going to happen. It was agonizing because of your own mind. It was making this 'internship' harder than it should. Constantly having to deal with an overwhelming amount of editing, filming, and have a cute colleague drive your blood pressure through the roof whenever they're around was really bringing you to the brink of insanity. "So." He started "You're different." Just that half of a statement made you want to jump out of the car. You didn't want to play this game; the whole 'get to know why she acts that way', 'dresses this and that way', 'simply breathes that way'. It was crystal clear to say the least, that in your mind he's way out of your league. There's no reason for him to try to get to know you? What's he pushing this for? Just to be a dick to the dumb intern? All of these thoughts running faster and faster, only adding to your groggy state. Your knuckles were practically white from your grip on the wheel. Somehow, Aleks noticed that. You can feel his eyes on your hands, so you try to ease up. But he'll never seem to make things easy. "Uu-h yeah, I guess.-" trailing off, Aleks still had his eyes set on you. "I mean not in a bad way- oh god..." sighing in defeat almost, letting his head fall back on the headrest as if he had a migraine or broke his great grandmother's fine china. "It's fine, I get it." You replied simply, trying your hardest to not fall into your insecurities. Whatever he saw that was "different" made you worry. What was it exactly? The band tees, the consistent hair dye changes, the piercings, the stacked amount of bracelets on your arms of random ones you've come across, and ones with your favorite band's logos on them? As soon as the car was parked, you hopped out, grabbing your bag and heading towards the barn while hitting the lock button on your keys as soon as you heard aleks' door close. 'Please ease up- just today?' You mentally bargained with Christ. He's probably too busy, and that leaves you with the one and only Satan. He didn't even know he was doing this to you, and you'd figured that was possible but just had found it easier to believe he did it on purpose. Aleks was at his desk, which was facing yours, just humming and doing the random subconscious things he always does. Persona pushed aside, he had so many features that were meant to be framed in an art museum. When he's concentrating, he always wrinkles his forehead and rests his chin on his hand. Both of you had been stuck with editing a lot more than usual, and James had something to do so he left early. The quiet background music you had playing on another tab ended, you didn't bother with putting on another song, you were so close to finishing the last couple post-rolls. Aleks was still in front of you, probably almost done too- you just stared at your screen till you heard him start quietly saying something in Russian. He was so out of it- If someone was just walking in it would seem like it was just you watching carefully, as if you knew what he was saying. But really, it was you distracted completely by him slowly gliding his tongue across his bottom lip and biting down on it out of habit. The sound of his feet shifting across the cold floor made you look back at your screen, but his voice- whatever he was saying, you had no clue. But it was hot as fuck, yet also so soothing. Letting your head rest on your hand you instinctively let your eyes rest as well. You've never breathed deeper than in that moment. "y/n?" He carefully whispered, looking across the desk to see you, looking peaceful and completely at ease. His breath was stuck in his throat instantly. He would've taken a picture of you so he could remember what you looked like when you're not tense and stressed but your eyes quickly opened. "You look tired as hell, if you have more post-rolls left I don't mind finishing them for you tomorrow." He said almost in a whisper; like he was afraid of bothering you. "Hmn-? Oh! N-no, I was finished a little bit ago, I must've dosed off." "You look like you chugged a bottle of zquil, y/n..." Eyebrows raised and all, you realized that you were indeed the most tired you've ever felt, Lack of sleep to be the blame- the third night without sleep to be exact. "You can call shotgun, I'll drive. C'mon, it's the least I can do. Besides paying for gas money until I can get my car done." He continued giving you hopeful brown eyes that you were quick to avoid. You were easily convinced to say the least. How could you not be? "Fine, I guess..." you said grabbing your jean jacket and backpack. Quickly turning off lights and set ups, you both walked out and locked the door in a slight hurry, the temperature dropped, no surprise. Keys in one hand you passed them to him, your hands briefly touching. "Hope you know how to drive a stick shift." You said hoping he couldn't see your flushed cheeks as you strolled slyly over to the passenger side keeping your eyes down. Quickly hopping in, you rubbed your arms up and down trying to create some warmth. He chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. 'I'm so fucked' you thought. "Hm?" Aleks murmured stopping what he was doing and staring directly at you. "What? Did I say something?" You asked, trying so hardly to play it off. "Well, I guess not-" he looked back down with a smirk and turned the keys igniting the engine. "Do you have an aux cord?" He asked "Uh no..." "Do you always just drive in quiet?" He pressed. "Ha, no!? I just have a lot of uh..." squeezing your eyes shut to avoid getting worked up. 'CDs, y/n?! Just say you are an avid CD collector because you deeply appreciate your emo phase and the bands that had been apart of it!' You thought. 'Stop being such a baby!' Your conscious scolded. You wanted to curl up in a ball. There's no way to avoid it anymore, you sold yourself to the devil when you listened to 'I don't love you', by my chemical romance. You'd rather be in a passenger seat with your worst ex right now rather than deal with his judgement. "Oh! You have cds? Are they in the console? Dude, that's so sick! I have a ton of cds too!" He exclaimed with a childish but sincere excitement. Every single word flew over your head. He began to lift up your console that was stashed full of your life's collection of ridiculous cds, special edition copies, ep's. Oh god... As he scooted your elbow off of it and went on to open it, you inhaled and let your head fall against the window. 'FUCKFUCKFUCK-' you screamed repeatedly over and over in your head, but you were stopped by the sound of the console quickly closing. "I'm so stupid," he muttered, letting out a sigh. "Just- uh, get comfortable and shit, and uh try and sleep- that was my reason for driving you-" he spoke almost mad. His previous excitement completely gone. Just a douchey outer shell of a content creator you used to admire. Maybe he really isn't the way you thought he was, that cute, rowdy, and funny personality who would give even a weirdo like you a chance. Or even a friendship. "Aleks, you really don't need to! I'm okay, really, you look much more tired-" you stopped when you saw his stare saying all too much. "Okay, fine. I'll try and sleep." You groaned turning on your side facing the window as best as you could. Your hood helped a lot, but still it was cold as heck. You drifted off quickly, the last thing you remember seeing was rain drops rolling down the window. "You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours, secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..." your eyes blinked open slowly trying to reassess what's happening. You see the familiar street lamps passing by and you slowly breathe again, happy to almost be home. You smiled at the realization that Aleks had been singing the entire time, and it definitely wasn't the radio, no one has played this since it was big only meaning he went through your cd stash. His voice distracted you, making your stomach giddy like it does when you're on a trampoline, not knowing how high up you're going, and the unknowing feeling of when you're going to catch ground, over and over. Finally the car was parked, ignition turned off. And a tired Aleks gently rubbed your arm up and down in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness, although you definitely already were. You also realized the familiar fabric laying over you; it was his jacket. Your heart melting, you attempted to fake stirring in your sleep, not giving up the act that easily. An audible sigh was heard from your left, Then the obvious jingling of keys, and then another sigh. "y/n/n, What's wrong?" He asked out loud. Him calling you by your nickname hit you in your gut. No one does that. "Huh?" You asked, pretty confused. "Why do you always do shit to push me away?" Now he had your full attention. "What are?-" "No!" He loudly stopped you. What's happening with him? "Why do you always push me away?" He asked again while attempting to keep you in your seat with his awfully harsh eyes glaring into your own. "What the fuck Aleksandr?" You pushed yourself up grabbing the door handle and seeing he purposely locked the door. Great. "I- I just want to know why, you won't ever talk to me normally, you can barely tolerate a drive with me? What's your fucking deal?!" He was yelling too loud for you to even think. Your fingers pulling at your roots out of frustration. Not even feeling the pain it was causing to your head. "Have you never felt insecure, aleks? You don't get it! Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Just so you can hear someone say how much they like you? Or how much better you are than them?-" by now tears tinted black were streaming down your face uncontrollably. All the pent up frustration and feelings were unveiled and put on show like a trophy case. If you weren't so sleep deprived and out of your head you'd shut up by now. "You know what? Tomorrow, I'll just turn in my r-" With no warning, and ridiculous speed, he had his hand impatiently bringing your face to his, he let his other hand take your chin, tilting it up towards his soft and smooth lips. He didn't bother being polite or delicate, he was just as pissed off at you for no clear reason too. He made sure to let you know that- he wasn't easing up, and you couldn't care less. His lips were saying things that words never could, but in sync, as if you completely were on the same page. He'd bite down on your bottom lip harshly and use his teeth to pull on it, then suck on it again and again until you'd moan uncomfortably. Groaning he grabbed your hips and managed to sit you on his lap while not leaving your mouth alone. You impatiently kissed and bit all along his jaw, the smell of his aftershave burning through you, watching his head tilt back and eyebrows furrow. His hands weaving in your hair, pulling slightly, continuously panting against your mouth as he let your weight fall against him, foreheads resting on another. Your skin was dotted with bruised and pulsing teeth marks. His pale skin practically mirrored yours. "Ah f-fuck y/n-" he moaned in your ear, tightening his hold on you. He shifted in the seat from under you trying to get you to stop subconsciously writhing your hips back and forth, not doing anything other than holding you tighter, and letting his head fall into your neck when you'd stilled finally getting the message. He clearly was trying to control himself, he wouldn't take advantage of this; no matter how much he enjoyed being under you. "y/n? Can I take you to your room? Not like to fuck! But to sleep with- shit, next to you?" He asked, eyes rolled back. "Yes- yes, please... Are you okay, Aleks? I'll get off of you-" "Ah. No, fuck- just don't move for a second babygirl, okay?" He hissed grabbing your hips as you arched yourself forward. Smirking, you nodded in his neck, though the nickname he gave you just made you want to do your worst, he probably hadn't even realized he said that, but damn. You breathed heavily and stayed as still as you could so he could catch his breath. Soon enough he finally got out of the car, and swiftly picked you up, not without kissing you harshly on your lips, before picking you and his backpack up, and made his way to your bedroom. He laid you down softly, and set his backpack down, taking of his shirt and jeans in the process as you did somewhat the same. He made his way around the bed and crawled under your covers, his needy hands reaching out for your sides to embrace, you could feel how easy it was to reciprocate his feelings. Which you did. He pulled you tightly flushed against him, his cold fingertips tracing up your sensitive sides with his head resting into your neck and hair. Any movement would probably just grind on him- which was fun, but both of you were so content being just like this, it could wait till morning. Never thinking you'd be in the same bed as him washed over you, and his cold breath and movements, it was hard to close your eyes from trying to burn the mental picture of him. He looked so peaceful and worry free. His arms tied around your back as his chest became the best pillow you'd ever had. Getting to stare at his tattoos felt like a blessing. Tracing the outlines of some and relaxing to the feeling of his breathing was something you can't help but want to be able to do forever. Occasionally while admiring his entire being a kiss would be planted here and there on his chest. This went on till he moaned and slowly opened his brown eyes to only be a couple inches from yours. He trailed his hand ever so slowly up the outside of your left leg to pull it up on his waist. Feeling every part of him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and letting his lips dwell all over. "y/n?" he asked in a rough voice, "Why didn't you want me to look in the console?" He softly asked "…well, it's just embarrassing. I don't want you to see my cds and shit because I know you would hate me even more and peg me as some punk ass if you saw how many band posters I have-" "Wait- you think I hate you? y/n, of all things to get insecure about- your music taste is nothing that you should be paranoid about." He said leaning on his elbow looking down at you "I love a lot of the same bands you do- I just thought I'd look like a tool if I walked up to you and sounded like a dick only talking to you about one band on your shirt. I'd been wanting to ask you out- I just didn't have the balls to make a move till last night..." His sentence was cut short by your mouth on his, stopping his banter of self consciousness made you understand how ridiculous your own was. It was definitely reassuring to hear him say that he did like your He sat on top of you quickly, to whisper "my taste in music iS YOUR FACE!-" as loud as he could, which in turn, started a pillow fight of attempting to suffocate each other with a pillow. Also making you both late for work, let's just say you regret not having time to put makeup over the bruises that littered your neck. You two would never hear the end of that.

[gen-zml]

Aleks, 7. "Just trust me."

Your faces were mere inches apart. You could feel his breath on your cheek, slow and steady. For some reason, you were terrified.

Aleks brought his hand up to your face, which you anxiously nuzzled into. "Hey...you don't need to be scared. Just trust me." He whispered, his voice doing wonders to soothe you.

With a small nod, you threaded your fingers into his hair as he leaned in. The moment your lips connected with his, the world around you stopped. It was sweet and gentle, and any previous fears you felt washed away as you melted into the kiss.

Once the lack of oxygen forced you apart and he pressed your foreheads softly together, a smile creeped onto your face. You couldn't find why you were scared in the first place.

[saturdaychop]

Complicated

Aleks x Reader

You and Alek's relationship was... complicated. One one end, you had been extremely close friends, even to the point where you both lived together for a small period of time. Anyone could see that you two had been friends for a very long time.

On the other end, people often mistook for you guys as each other's significant others. Aleks would often be found holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist or cuddling with you on a couch. You couldn't say that it bothered you, it was actually the complete opposite. You loved the affectionate touches he gave you.

And somewhere down the road of your friendship, you started loving him.

You had told him before about your 'more than a crush' on him, and he didn't seem to mind. He just continued what relationship you both had, never staggering in the amount of touching he would give to you.

It confused you, to say the least. Did he like you back? Or was this just a continuation from before?

As days of 'friendly' touching turned to months, your crush just seemed to grow with every smile he gave you and every kind word he said. Any time he touched you, your heart physically hurt. You had assumed at this point that he didn't actually love you as you did him, and you tried to accept the fact.

But sometimes, accepting what you couldn't understand was harder than just a few words muttered in your head.

"Aleks?" You had asked him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both watched some movie he put on awhile ago. You hadn't bothered to pay attention.

"Hm?"

You knew you had to address the situation. And the longer you waited, the harder it would be. You took a deep breath.

" How long are you going to keep this up?"

You could feel his shoulders tense slightly. His hand clenched next to your head. You had struck a nerve.

"What do you mean?"

You took a deep breath.

"Like," You paused. "The constant touching and acting like we are together when we... aren't." You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. "You already know I like you. Why do you keep leading me on?"

He didn't answer at first.

You decided to keep going.

"It just really fucking hurts, you know? You keep leading me on knowing I like you despite not liking me back and-"

You felt a hand on the back of your head, pushing you towards Aleks slightly. You felt lips ghost on your own before they pressed harder.

Aleks had kissed you.

"Listen," He started, hand still in your hair. "I do like you, alright? I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but..." He paused. "I was scared that something would change between us."

You sat there in silence, hands on your knees as you processed his words.

"Are you... Are you serious? "You asked in a whisper. He laughed quietly and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I'm serious."

You couldn't help but smile. All your stresses and worries about Aleks disappeared. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You kissed him again.

[trashboiiz]

Stressed (Aleks x Reader)

(A/N: This is my first Cow Chop fanfic so sorry if it’s shit. Also constructive criticism would be gladly accepted!!)

You could hear him crying through the door. It was muffled short sobs that were occasionally interrupted by a sniff. You knew he was probably sitting in front of his computer, looking at a blank screen, unable to bring himself to make anything new. For weeks he’s been so busy at Cow Chop that he’s had little time for himself, let alone Youtube or Twitch. It wasn’t just stress and anxiety that’s been wearing him down but exhaustion. He went to work early and usually left late, only giving himself enough time to eat and sleep. You weren’t annoyed by his busyness, you were worried. He barely slept and you could see the joy that once twinkled in his eyes dim. He was different.

You stood next to Aleks’ office door, debating whether or not to let him know you were there. After a minute you decide that you can’t leave Aleks to cry alone. You slowly push open the door and see Aleks wearing his hood up and hands covering his eyes, trying to make himself seem as insignificant as possible. He doesn’t notice you entered the room until you put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch.

“Y/N, wh-what are you doing in here?” Aleks wipes the tears from his face; his eyes are bloodshot and tissues cover his desk.

“I heard you crying” You answer, looking at him worridly

“I wasn’t crying” He smiles weakly, “see, I’m fine”

His smile wavers until it breaks and he begins to cry again. He covers his face with his hands again, his body shaking with each breath. You place a hand on his should but he shrugs it off.

“I’m just so tired Y/N, you know? I do this shit everyday. I go to work, edit, record, edit some more, record some more, then I come home and go to sleep. I can’t fucking live like this anymore. I’m done Y/N, I’m fucking done”

You hug him tightly, rubbing his back as you try to comfort him. Aleks turns away from his computer to nuzzle into your arms, tears staining your sleeves. You let him stay there for a minute but then crouch down to look him in his eyes.

“Aleks you’re allowed to take a break” You say, Aleks turned his gaze towards the floor, “You work so hard, harder than anyone I know. I barely see you because you put so much effort into your work.”

“I-I’m sorry Y/N” Aleks whimpers

“Don’t apologize. I love seeing you do something you love and putting all your energy into it. I’ll support you in anything you do because I love you Aleks” You softly kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll always love you and be here for you”.

Aleks sits up and wipes his face with his sleeve, already wet from hours of crying.

“It’s so stressful. I feel like I’m being choked or some fucking shit like that and no one notices or cares”

“I care. Many people care” You feel yourself getting frustrated, “Fuck, Aleks. You’re so goddamn talented and people can see that. Who gives a shit if some asshole complains about you not uploading or some shit. They don’t matter more than you, more than your health. If anyone has a problem with it I’ll fight them”

You raise your fists and put on your meanest glare, causing Aleks to giggle.

“Thanks Y/N” He kisses you on the forehead.

“If you ever need someone to talk to I’m here” As you stand up to walk away Aleks grabs your wrist

“Can we watch a movie or something?” His eyes still puffy and red

“Sure thing” You smile and lead him to the couch where you both cuddle under a blanket and turn on the tv.

[rtscrobbles]

(yess oml) "I fucking love you" with jealous best friend Aleksandr please? fluff is great but if you want to go further I wouldn't mind smut ;)

   “Hey loser,” You toss a pillow as the scruffy head of his as you walk past. “What the fuck was that for?” Aleks rubs his head, raising his voice a little. “Dunno,” You shrug, falling back into the leather couch sighing. Your boyfriend wouldn’t be home til late so you invited Aleks over for a game night to keep you company -- you hated being along and Aleks knowing everything about that, responded to your request immediately. 

  You and Aleks went way back, you met back at pax through a mutual friend and you kept in contact every since, growing closer and closer with each and every meme exchanged. It was hard to believe that this loser was also one that could be serious when he needed to be and gave you a shoulder to cry on, accompanied by a case or 2 of your favourite alcohol. 

 “You okay?”

 “Yeah,” You sigh, grabbing an xbox controller from the coffee table. “1v1 me in Call of Duty.” You smirk, Aleks sighs and grabs for the remaining black controller and looks you dead in the eye, “You’re on, bitch.” 

  Time flew by with the clicking of buttons, echoes of shots being fired and shrieks of victory. Aleks eventually gave up and threw his controller on the table and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down sadly. 

“Humpf,” He exacurates, pouting his bottom lip. You laugh, pressing the Xbox button, placing the controller on the coffee table and pulling your legs up the couch, crossing them while turning to face Aleks. You prop your chin up with your fist and smile. 

 “What’s wrong Aleksandr? Did your best friend in the entire world kiss your ass?” 

  He didn’t reply, he just kept looking forward with a sad, dead look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but the front door swings open and in struts your boyfriend, Y/B/N. 

  “Hey baby,” Y/B/N walks okay to you and kiss you on the cheek, glaring at Aleks before pinching your ass. You give Y/B/N a stern look, you felt nothing but sick. “Go to bed,” You demand, Y/B/N doesn’t protest but huffs instead as he walks away. You roll your eyes.

 “Is he always such a jackass?” Aleks perks up, breaking his facade. 

 “Yeah,” 

“Why don’t you leave him, you don’t seem too happy with him.”

“I have no-where to go otherwise,” You argue, grabbing your bottle of beer and sipping the drops that remained. 

“Y/N, you can always stay with me. It’s kind of lonely in my house anyway.”

“Aleks, I can’t. I don’t think your girlfriend would very much appro - “ 

 Aleks cuts you off with a brief kiss, “I fucking love you Y/N. Don’t you see that? Stay with me, I don’t want to see you sad anymore.” 

Silence grew between the both of you, you were mostly in shock but those butterflies and a giddy feeling told you otherwise. You were suppressing your feeling for him for the longest time but now, now I guess it was all on the table.

“I love you too Aleks,” You ramble, your eyes stinging with tears. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We can come back for your stuff tomorrow,” Aleks grabs you by the hand, squeezing as tightly as he could without hurting you as you silently plotted your way to the front door. 

 Happy ending’s do exist, you thought to yourself.