#alek marchant x you

[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.

[captainjetrocketboy]

Carry the Blame [ModestHD Fanfic]

Woah, hey, this is different. I really was not expecting to be so invested in this ship, but things happen right? I saw how little there was for this ship, too, and I was like “Well that’s gotta change”. So, enjoy I guess. A little different from the usual, but it’s good to shake it up once in a while, eh?

From an outsider’s perspective, their job might seem like living the dream. Nearly every day is filled with excitement and adrenaline-pumping action, a gun is always attached somewhere on their person, and to top it all, they’re living on a pile of cash.

At least, that’s what it looks like. Truthfully, they fear for their very lives day to day. It certainly isn’t the dream they were expecting to be living.

Except Aleks, who was always the thrill-seeker of the group. It was as if he couldn’t keep moving forward without a bit of exhilaration during heists. One time, he had tripped an alarm on purpose just so he could get the chance to run away, maybe even shoot his trusty pistol. The others hold this against Aleks, sometimes saying that he’s a liability, but for the most part they let it fly past over their heads. What could they say, Aleks may be reckless, but he’s damn good at his job.

Today was no different. Aleks was eagerly anticipating their next robbery, like he always did. Yet this time, Brett thought it was time to bring in their youngest recruit, Trevor, onto the field. Aleks was rightfully against such an action, but Brett reasoned that it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Aleks would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried for the guy. After all the time put into training, Trevor might be able to pretend like he’s a threat, but he was still an awkward and fragile being. But Aleks knew that this went beyond just Trevor’s safety. It also affected him, on a deeper, personal level.

From the moment the Russian’s heart began to thaw, Aleks started to spend more time with Trevor. More meaningful time, that is, whether it was extra rounds in the weight room, or outside chilling in the night air after a rough day. No matter how much Aleks wanted to deny it, the feelings would never go down. They would never go away. Never leave him alone.

Aleks was in love with Trevor.

But he couldn’t just tell that to him. He couldn’t risk it, not with the kind of life they lead. If they were to become a real thing, then surely heartbreak would follow suit. Either one of them could be dead the next day, and Aleks didn’t think he could handle it. Even so, what if Trevor didn’t like him back? It’s happened before with previous crushes, but those didn’t feel as right as it does now with Trevor. Aleks planned to be upfront about it, but could never go through with it. He would always give himself shit for it; for being a fucking coward that can’t admit anything to their lover.

Despite his protests and troubling thoughts, Aleks was still ready for this mission. It was all going fine until the blaring sirens pierced his eardrums.

“What the fuck?! I thought that Asher and Trevor were keeping a look out!” James shouted, his voice still shrouded by the alarms. “Did you do something stupid again, Aleks?”

Aleks couldn’t give a proper response before Brett cut him off. “C’mon, now isn’t the time! Anna should still be at the getaway spot!” Brett started in a direction, and both James and Aleks tailed behind.

The pit in Aleks’ stomach grew tenfold, and he feared his worst nightmare was coming to fruition. If Asher and Trevor got caught, then that could mean…

The trio bolted through hallway after hallway before they could see their ticket out of here. But what captured Aleks’ eye was the leaning figure against Asher, who was struggling to get them both into the car. Brett, James, and Aleks burst through a window as a shortcut to get to the car, and jumped on as soon as they could. Anna floored it before the door could be shut properly.

Once the adrenaline had settled down amongst the group, Aleks turned to see a sight that he wished he hadn’t. Blood was seeping through Trevor’s shirt and jacket, and his body lied limp on the van’s flooring. His head leaned against Asher’s legs, who was still panting heavily and panicking over the man beside him. Aleks had trouble comprehending what he saw, as if the mere sight caused his mind to short-circuit. His heart shattered into pieces, aching his entire body with guilt and sadness throughout. Tears started to form under his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Just seeing the love of his life like this was killing him right then and there.

The sharp and sudden breaths of Asher yanked him back to reality. He gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles as an insurmountable rage burned within him. It blazed like a wildfire, spawning from the darker side of his mind.

“What… What the fuck happened Asher?!” Aleks could hear his molars crack in the back of his mouth. “You were supposed to have his back!”

Asher was caught off-guard. He didn’t expect such a volatile reaction from Aleks of all people. Regardless, he had a look of defeat veiled over his face, showing remorse for what he let happen. “I-I’m sorry, Aleks! I tried, I really did! T-There were too many, but Trevor took out a bunch of ‘em! They got a good shot on him, though, and he passed out before I could get him in the van…”

Aleks glared at the other man. The fire inside him was still burning, but he knew this wasn’t the time nor place to get mad with Asher. A fight over Trevor’s well-being wouldn’t be unjustified, yet Aleks thought it would be suspicious if he were the one to initiate it. Especially knowing his feelings for Trevor were still unknown to everyone. Right now, they needed to get Trevor to a hospital, and fast. Aleks just hoped they would make it to one on time…

Aleks was never a big fan of hospitals. Even after being admitted several times into the same place, he couldn’t get over the unease he experienced. The pale white walls felt constraining, as if they were slowly creeping towards Aleks.

It wasn’t any better this time around. Now he had more than just himself to worry about. The doctors had rushed Trevor to the ER as soon as they got there. Aleks had volunteered to look over Trevor while the others took their spoils to the warehouse, which left him to wait in the lobby alone. It was something Aleks was used to, but he had plenty more running through his head, especially regarding Trevor. He was, quite frankly, scared; terrified of what could happen. It was unnatural for Aleks to have these strong emotions, considering his other friends have been in dozens of similar accidents. But things were different this time. It wasn’t just a friend whose life was dangling on a burning rope; it was Trevor who was on the brink of death. The person that Aleks cared for the most. The person that Aleks had fallen in love with.

Hours went by as the sunlight seeped away from the building interior. Shades of gold and reddish-orange passed over the Russian, who hadn’t shifted from position. The only movement came from his bouncing leg, occasionally switching between the right and left. Suddenly, a pair of nearby doors swung open as two figures made their way into the room. One of them caught Aleks’ attention.

“Aleks! How is everything?” Asher stammered, concern obviously present in his voice. Aleks slowly stood as both him and Anna briskly approached. “We came as soon as we could. Is Trevor-”

The mention of Trevor’s name set a trigger off. Before the other man could say anymore, Aleks quickly reeled a fist back and swung it against Asher’s nose. A scream escaped his mouth as he recoiled back into Anna, who caught him before he could fall to the floor.

“W-What the fuck, Aleks?!”

“What’re you doing here?” Aleks’ words seethed with anger. The blazing inferno from the depths of his soul were rekindled, and it was only a matter of when he’d explode again.

“W-We were worried about Trevor…”

Aleks advanced forward, getting up close to Asher’s now bloodied face. He pointed a finger right on the man’s chest. “Oh yeah, coming from the ass who let this happen in the first place!”

“Aleks, enough!” Anna shouted, wanting to stop things from escalating further. She stood between the two men to shield Asher from any further hits. “Look, I’ve been with you guys for some time now. I’m sure Asher didn’t intend to hurt anyone. I know from experience that these things just happen!”

“But they aren’t supposed to happen to Trevor! The one time that he gets dragged along with us, he fails to do his only fucking job!” Aleks’ voice falters as he backs away, his rage steadily making way for sadness. “Tre-Trevor shouldn’t have gotten hurt. Let alone get fucking shot!”

Asher worked his way around Anna, and cautiously crept up to the teary-eyed Russian. He kept a hand on his nose in a shallow attempt to keep blood from dripping. He stopped when Aleks spoke once again, now sputtering his words.

“I-I know it wasn’t you. It was me who sh-should’ve done more.” He turned around to see Asher within arm’s length. “I’m- I’m sorry…”

Asher took a moment to look stare at the man in front of him before using his free hand to return a punch. It made violent contact with Aleks’ right eye. He didn’t see it coming, and he took several steps back in pain.

“You better be damn sorry.”

Anna silently gasped at the sight, and stood frozen before taking initiative. She grabbed Asher’s arm, the same one that swung at Aleks, and pulled him back. “C’mon. We should do something about your nose.”

With Aleks’ good eye, he could see both of them leave without even looking back. He slumped back into his chair, and rested against the hand cupping his swelling eye. Despite the throbbing pain he felt, Aleks was exhausted after that fight, on top of all the shit that’s happened today. Soon enough, he found himself drifting off to the sound of silence that now hung over him.

The night had brought along with it a chilling wind, but Trevor thought it could take his mind off things. He had just finished a sparring match with Brett, despite his vocal protests. The older man promised to go easy, but Trevor’s ribs had to disagree.

Softly, as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, Aleks pushed open the door that lead to where Trevor was resting. He glanced around to see if anyone else was with him before stepping into the biting cold air. Trevor didn’t seem to notice until Aleks spoke up.

“Hey.”

Trevor lifted his head up to see Aleks slowly approach. He gave a small smile, which the Russian gladly returned. “Hey, man.”

“How’re you feeling? You took quite a beating back there.” Aleks gently spoke as he took a seat right beside Trevor. 

“Like shit. Brett really packs a punch. Guess I should’ve expected as much from the balding super-beast.”

Aleks chuckled a subdued laugh and briefly looked away. “Yeah, first time fighting him isn’t great. But, it gives you a taste of what you’ll deal with out there.”

“But I-” ‘don’t want to be a part of this’ were the words Trevor left unspoken. He stopped himself before admitting his fears to Aleks, afraid he’d use them as ammo for a joke later. “I’m just worried about that. Going out there, I mean. With you and the others.”

He couldn’t admit right then and there, but Aleks desperately wanted to protect Trevor from the dangers of the job. He deserved so much more, yet Aleks didn’t have the balls to help him without expressing his feelings. “I’m- I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Give it some time, and eventually you could be as skilled as the rest of us.”

The phrase ‘the rest of us’ hit Trevor hard. Those words only added onto his insecurities and feelings of inadequacy. He almost thought Aleks did it on purpose. Trevor’s face shifted slightly in shame, and turned away from the other man.

Aleks noticed the change in Trevor’s attitude, and instantly felt regret. He could tell that he hurt Trevor just with his words. That was the last thing Aleks ever wanted to do.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Trevor. I wasn’t even thinking-”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. It’s fine.”

Silence hung over the two men for what felt like hours. Aleks needed a way to quickly make it up to Trevor. “W-Well, I can tell you want to be left alone now. But…” He stood from his sitting position before removing his scarf. “It’s getting kinda cold out here. Don’t want ya getting sick or something.”

Trevor hesitated before reluctantly accepting the generous offer. “Thanks…”

“Want me to get you some hot chocolate, too? I could do that if you’d like.”

“Sure,” was the response Trevor gave as he wrapped the warm and fluffy scarf around his neck. “Just don’t spike it with anything.” He looked back just in time to see Aleks give a genuine smile and a thumbs-up before leaving the other man to his own devices.

The news the doctors had for Aleks when he awoke was certainly a welcome change of pace. They told him that the bullet miraculously didn’t pierce any vital organs, and that it was a relatively easy fix. Aleks felt the burling weight on his shoulders finally be lifted. Now he knew that Trevor was going to be okay. That he was going to be okay. The doctors even allowed him to stay with Trevor in his room as he recovered from surgery. The lights were dimmed, and the television was on for background noise. Aleks was leaned back into a spare chair, right beside Trevor’s bed. The doctors were also kind enough to lend a bag of ice for his black eye.

“You really had me worried back there, Trev.” Aleks spoke to no one in particular. It was more for him than anybody else. “I really thought that… you could’ve been gone. But you sure proved me wrong. I always knew you were a tough guy.”

Aleks shifted forward and rested his left hand on top of Trevor’s. “I’m not leaving your side, you know that right? When you wake up, I’ll be right here.”

He rubbed Trevor’s soft hand, a telling sign that he truly has no experience with rough work. He looked down at it, and observed the stark contrast between Trevor’s and his own calloused hands. He certainly has a long way to go, but Aleks resolves to be there for him every step of the way. No way in hell was he going to let Trevor down. After holding his hand for a few more moments, he took in a deep breath, preparing to finally open up emotionally and demonstrate a rare instance of vulnerability. He was ready for it; when Trevor wakes up, Aleks will tell him how he feels. No backing out now. Today could’ve been his last chance, and it only made him realize how much he wanted this.

As if right on cue, Aleks could feel Trevor’s hand shift slightly in his. His eyes widened with joy and tears of happiness began to collect in his eyes. “Trevor?”

It took a moment before Trevor could respond, his voice raspy and croaky but still lovely to Aleks’ ears. “A-Aleks? W-What happened…” He tried to sit up, but recoiled back in pain. “Ah, shit…”

“Woah, hey. You might want to take it easy. The drugs are still wearing off, and you don’t want to tear out your stitches right away.”

Trevor glanced around the room in search for something to look at until his eyes met Aleks’. “The hell happened to your face?”

Aleks gave a small chuckle before responding. “Oh, uh, I may have sort of… punched Asher.” Trevor’s eyebrows lifted at his statement. “It’s okay, though. He returned the favor.”

A low huff came from Trevor as he grinned ever so slightly. He glanced away briefly before coming right back to Aleks. He noticed tear streaks running down his cheeks, but chose not to say anything.

“Trevor, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Aleks wasn’t going to back down now. He needed Trevor to know the truth. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but, today made me realize that I need to do this now. I… I really like you. I mean, you just mean so much to me, even since the day you first joined us. I know things are difficult right now, and that you don’t want to be a part of any of it, but we can get through this. Together.”

Trevor didn’t have much to say. He only looked at Aleks with soft eyes that showed him he was taking this seriously. That alone soothed Aleks’ nerves a bit as he continued. “As crazy as it may sound, it’s been like this for so long. I’ve just been too afraid to tell you until now. Almost losing you scared me beyond words, and I don’t think I can move on without at least giving you the truth. So…” Aleks placed his hand back on Trevor’s and squeezed it lightly.

“I love you.”

Aleks let Trevor absorb all the information, and waited patiently for a response. “That was… quite a lot, Aleks. I-I think…” He shifted his hand in such a way that allowed him to squeeze Aleks’ hand, as well.

“I think I’d be happy to have you by my side.”

No more words were spoken. Aleks beamed with happiness and relief, and allowed the tears to come down once again. Dropping the ice bag on the bed, he stood up and went to give Trevor a meaningful yet gentle hug. As his arms wrapped around the other man, Trevor couldn’t help but hug back. Both were content to remain in each other’s arms, for as long as they could.

[uberhaxor-hd]

Aleks “No Homo” Marchant

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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.

[einchop]

My Fake Chop Videos (V 4.0)

This is just getting ridiculously long now lmao

Cats In The Cradle 

Do Re Mi (James)

B E T R Y A L (Brett and Ryan Haywood from AH)

I Wanted Revenge (James and Geoff Ramsey from AH)

Mama...

Howlin’ For You (April Fools Prank, Ein and Mishka)

A Little Something

Sweet Dreams (Aleks)

The Support Team (Everyone but James & Aleks) 

Jakob Gets Kidnapped AU

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Jakob

Anna & Lindsey

I do Coke

Asher

Goodbye July

“Thinking of a Heist?” (Aleks and Michael Jones from AH)

We Built This City (All the Fake Crews)

Red & Blue (Aleks & James)

Darkness (Brett)

“What’d you do last weekend, Aleks?” “… Nothing, really.”  (Aleks)

“He saw too much…” (James)

T O X I C (Novahd)

THEY’LL NEVER FORGET OUR NAMES

Fast Cars (Aleks)

HEAT (James)

SHATTERED

Different faces and different places, but the story remains the same

Devil’s at Work

HIGH-STAKES (James)

Sweet (James)

FOOL ME ONCE

PARALLELS (James & Aleks)

“Looks Like I don’t need you anymore, James…”

D O L L H O U S E

Gasoline

If I let him in (Brett & Aleks)

Joe

Trevor

Take Me to Church

Who are you really?

Lone Digger

Aleks -  Fake Chop Origins

Brett Hundley

James Richard Wilson Jr.

Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant

Pumped Up Kicks

Here Comes the Sun

K I N G

There’s a New Gang in Town

Heathens

[saturdaychop]

Pay Attention, Marchant 3

Summary: Aleks wears lingerie and Brett dies inside.

Pairing: Brett x Aleks

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, male lingerie, vibrator

Words: 1,411

ao3 link

[ First ] [ Second ]

Brett had never been one for sexting. It seemed too impersonal and thought out, like a playwright instead of the act.  Maybe it was that he couldn’t see, feel, hear his partner over text. Maybe it was because he was too impatient for that kind of thing. Maybe it was because he wanted to actually see how blissed out his partners got at his touch.

Whatever the reason, Aleks seemed to always want to sext anyway.

7:34am

Aleks: Brett.

Aleks: Peep this shit.

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Brett had indeed, ‘peeped that shit’ right as he got into his classroom that morning. 'That shit’ had apparently been lingerie, and where Aleks had gotten male lingerie, he had no idea.

Not that he was complaining.

No, Aleks looked stunning in the dark maroon lace he strutted. It fit his frame perfectly and he wanted nothing more than to rip it off of him.

7:46am

Brett: You’re going to kill me, Aleksandr.

Brett sighed as he sat down in his desk chair, watching as his tired students slowly fill the desks in front of him.

The rest of the day went smoothly. There were no unusual interruptions in the class reading,  no vomiting or bodily fluids flying anywhere, no random screaming by an exhausted student.

It was a fairly normal day.

Until 7th period, which, of course, was the class Aleks was in.

“Alright, class. I want you to read pages 45 through 86 in your assigned reading this weekend. No, no groaning I know for a fact the other English teachers are assigning more. Don’t forget to check online for your rubric!”

The students rushed out of his class, ignoring his words as they all tried to get home for the weekend. Brett signed and sat back down, head in his hands.

He sighed.

“Do you need something, Aleksandr?”

Of course, Aleks had stayed. When had Aleks not stayed behind in his classroom? It’s been like this for a few months now, Aleks staying after to either get fucked or just hang out with his teacher. Either way, Brett wasn’t as annoyed about the presence of his student as he let on.

Brett looked up at Aleks standing in front of him. His shirt had been lost somewhere, showing off the dark red bralette he wore, his black jeans low enough to show a small slither of the same fabric underneath.

Ah, it had already started.

Brett took a deep breath.

Aleks pushed his papers to the side on his desk before crawling up and sitting on the dark wood, facing Brett as he spread his legs, letting them dangle off of the desk. He smiled, leaning back on his hands as he displayed himself for Brett, as she showed off knowing what he was doing to his teacher.

He had grown confident in his actions. Too confident.

Brett would have to do something about that.

“Is there a reason you’re sitting on my desk like a god damn delinquent, Marchant? Or are you just asking for a detention?”

The scene had been set. It had been set the second Aleks sent that fucking picture. He knew what he was doing, he fucking knew, and Brett had no idea what his student had planned.

The power shifted back to Aleks as his hands ran up his chest, eyes lidded as he watched Brett. His lip chewed between his teeth as he ran his fingers over a nipple, through the flimsy bralette.

Brett placed his hands on Aleks’ knees.

Aleks swatted them away.

“No touching.”

Fuck.

Aleks’ hands ran down his chest to his jeans. He unbuttoned them, then unzipped them, then ever so slowly pushed them down his hips. Brett’s hands gripped the arms of his chair tightly. He could take over if he really wanted to. He could push Aleks over his knee and punish him if he wanted to. But this seemed more interesting.

His jeans laid on the floor now, maroon panties hugging his hips tightly, creating a soft muffin top. Brett wanted to squeeze and bruise the softness there, leave hickies and scratch marks all over until Aleks keened and mewled.  

His pants were getting a bit too tight for him now.

Instead, he watched silently as Aleks’ hands caressed his nude thighs, soft sighs leaving his lips. If he listened carefully, he could hear a soft buzz-

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

Oh god. He’s going to talk. Brett will not last long with this.

“Yeah?” Brett replied, playing along. “What about?”

Aleks bit his lip and let out a soft moan.

“You fucking me, folding me in half like a girl and going at it. Rimming me and slapping my ass, fuck, Brett.”

Aleks was working himself up with his own words. Brett could see his cheeks redden, could see his dick harden slightly as his hands rubbed his thighs softly. Brett watched Aleks’ hand run over his clothed dick and arch his back.

This wasn’t going to last long.

“I’m sure I can do something like that for you, sweetheart,” Brett mumbled, knuckles going white at his grip on his chair.

“I’m sure you could”

Aleks moved forward on the desk.

“Touch me.”

Aleks already lost his pacience.  

“Ask nicely.”

He pouted at that, hands running under his bralette and pinching his nipples. He bit his lip, back arching.

He had made his bed, now Aleks would have to lie in it.

“Please,” He sighed.

“Please what?”

Brett was not going to play nice.

“Please touch me, sir. Please.”

Brett was a weak man.

His hands ran up Aleks’ soft thighs, watching as he trembled and bit his lip. Brett kissed the soft skin between his hips and his stomach.

Aleks reached behind him and handed Brett a small plastic box.

Oh. Oh my. Oh fuck.

“What’s this, baby?” Brett asked. He knew exactly what it was. He knew exactly what was happening here. He should have realized sooner that Aleks had been working himself up this whole time with a vibrator from how sensitive he seemed at his own soft touches.

And just like that, the power shifted.

Brett pushed a small dial on the remote. He smiles as Aleks moans loudly, arms shaking behind him. Brett had not given him this, he had no idea where Aleks would find something like this, be able to afford something like this.

“Do you have a vibrator in you, Aleks? How long have you had it on?”

“All day,” He moaned out, hand running through his hair softly. “All day, sir.”

Brett groaned softly, hand tightening on Aleks’ hip. This kid was going to be the death of him, he was positive.

“Wow, all day,” he mumbled, turning it up again.

Aleks was shaking on his desk, back arched and eyes squeezed shut. His dick was hard in his panties, a small wet spot forming at the tip. He was displayed for Brett, ready to be fucked and used.

He set the small remote down on the desk and looked up at Aleks. hands still gripping and touching his hips.

“Tell me what you want,” Brett whispered, planting soft kisses on his stomach. Aleks whined and shook his head. Oh, so now he was embarrassed.

“Fine,” Brett sighed. “I could let you come like this, touch you until you cum all over those pretty panties of yours.”

Aleks moaned and nodded his head. Brett smiled and squeezed him tighter.

“Yeah baby, you want that? You gotta answer me, sweetie.”

“Yes.”

Brett smiled.  

He reached over for the remote and turned it all the way up, watching as Aleks shake and moan. His face and chest were red now, shaded lightly against his pale skin. Brett leaned up, kissing Aleks deeply, whispering soft nothings into his ear and kissing down his neck. Aleks’ hands grabbed at his shoulders and nails raked down his back. They could hear the vibrator clearly now.

Aleks chanted Brett’s name as he moaned.

Finally, finally, Brett’s hand traveled down to Aleks’ dick. He palmed it softly, watching as Aleks’ eyes squeeze shut.

“Brett, fuck I’m gonna-”

“Cum whenever you want, babydoll. You’ve been so good for me.”

With Brett’s name on his lips, Aleks came. His back arched and his nails left red trails down Brett’s arms. Brett continued to leave soft kisses down Aleks’ chest and neck, letting him come down from the high slowly.

“So good,” Brett mumbled. “So good for me.”

[mar-chant-live-without-you]

“So you don’t want to sleep with her?”

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader Word Count: 496 Warnings: n/a Notes: this is just a small and dumb, kinda cute one idk

Aleks was always instigating something or annoying someone, anyone, everyone. He loved to push people's chairs while they were working or shut off their monitors or shoot them with the nerf guns or wave lighters around their water bottles.

That's why when Aleks stopped annoying you, people noticed immediately.

"Yo, Aleks, why don't you fuck with your girlfriends monitor?" Brett called at Aleks as he ran out of Brett's office.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Aleks called back. The most you and Aleks did was harmlessly flirt, but Aleks was cute and funny and you couldn't help but blush at Brett's comment.

"Whatever you say!"

"Not whatever he says, he never screws around with (y/n) anymore!" Trevor said.

"Maybe because he's screwing around with (y/n) instead," James wiggled his eyebrows at Aleks. Aleks' face turned bright red.

"He is!" James stood up and pointed at Aleks. You rolled your eyes, laughing. You knew it wasn't true. You stayed quiet, just wanting to watch this play out.

"That's not true!" Aleks defended himself.

"Then he wishes he was!" Asher said from his chair.

You giggled at this as Aleks got even redder. "Just because I don't pick on her doesn't mean I want to sleep with her!"

"So you admit it! You don't pick on her anymore!" Trevor pointed at Aleks.

"That's not- I didn't-"

"So you don't want to sleep with her?" Joe asked from across the room.

You were blushing like crazy at this point. Just the thought of Aleks thinking of you like that made you blush and laugh at the same time.

"Brett! They're picking on me!" Aleks whined.

"They're not picking on you, they're stating the obvious! Just ask her out already!"

"You know what!" Aleks marches over to you. You tried to keep quiet and to yourself. You had your earphones on, though they were muted. You tried to not look at Aleks as he walked over to your desk.

Aleks took your headphones off. "Everyone thinks they're so funny, they're so clever! Jokes on you guys, I think (y/n) is super funny and pretty and I've been wanting to do this for awhile." Aleks leans down and kisses you. You can't see anyone's face but you can only imagine them, wide eyes and mouths open.

Aleks grabs the sides of your face and presses his lips against yours harder. When he pulls away, you can't help but laugh and smile. "(y/n), wanna go get a drink?"

"When?" you ask, still smiling.

"Right now."

"I'm, uh, I'm working."

"Not anymore, lets go," Aleks grabs your hand and pulls you out of your chair.

"Bye guys! See you tomorrow!" you call out to your coworkers who you can now see are in awe still.

Aleks sticks a middle finger in the air as he walks out with you, holding your hand with his other hand.

"Now what?" you ask.

"Now we go get drinks, duh," Aleks smirks at you.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Holiday Flash Fic Challenge: Day 2

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader

Prompt: “You may have gotten a little drunk at the holiday party last night and told me you had feelings for me.”

Word Count: 551

Requester: Anonymous

“Hey Trevor,” you sat down at your desk next to him, “Aleks has been weird today. Like extra weird. He keeps giving me these really creepy smiles and he won’t tell me why.”

You watched your friend trying to hide a smile and you crossed your arms.

“Not you too,” you moaned.

“Sorry, it’s best you talk to Aleks about it,” Trevor told you getting up. You had a feeling he was only moving to avoid talking about this further. He paused though before turning away and quickly added, “Ask him about the party.”

Your eyes instantly widened. The holiday party this weekend had been a complete blur since after Aleks had brought a date to started pounding drinks. Coming alone and watching the guy you have had feelings for the past several years was not something you wanted to deal with sober. You thought you had avoided being embarrassing. You had checked your texts and social media but with that one comment, you felt you were very wrong.

You looked over to the couch where Aleks was filming and he shot you another one of those looks. Your heart jumped in your chest and not for the normal reasons it did when he looked at you.

You waited until he wasn’t looking and snuck into Brett’s office. Brett just gave you a look before going back to work. You sat down in the beanbag in the corner of his office you had stuck there for times you wanted quiet away from everyone else.

Brett must have noticed something was up because you were jumping nearly every time you heard a noise outside of his door.

“You okay there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You bit your lip as you looked at your boss not sure if you wanted to know the answer but you asked cautiously, “What did I do at the holiday party?”

Brett rolled his eyes and didn’t even look at you, “Nothing.” You began to relax but then he added, “Except your whole confession about you being in love with Aleks and his date was a bitch. I mean she was but boy did you let her know.”

Your heart fell into your stomach and you felt numb, frozen in your beanbag chair. You weren’t sure how long you sat there with your mind reeling but you finally got up when Brett told you to go grab lunch.

You stopped in your tracks when you rounded the corner and Aleks was there with that stupid smile on his face. You instantly started babbling some sort of excuse, “Listen, I had a lot to drink the other night and I love all you guys. Every single one of you. I just was feeling feisty that night.”

Aleks just nodded and let you ramble for a solid minute until you ran out of steam.

“So?” you asked him, not sure how to judge his reaction.

“Well, I brought the date to make you jealous. Guess it worked,” he smirked.

“I- You- What?” you looked at him, not quite understanding.

Aleks rolled his eyes and took a few steps closer, “I’d spell it out but I think this will be a little more clear.”

And with that Aleks pulled you in the rest of the way before he kissed you.

[trecotrash]

Girl, You’re Freaking Out

A/N: I seriously have a problem with the amount of broadway/broadway related things I listen to...

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader

Description: Reader and Aleks like each other, but are too afraid to let the other know....until they kiss of course. 

Inspired by Girl You’re Freaking Out by F. Michael Haynie. (Performed by Ben Fankhauser and Ephie Aardema

“I’m so glad you guys made it,” Anna said as she opened the door. 

“Well, we wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as you and Aleks walked in. The two of you greeted all of your friends before you immediately went into the kitchen to get drinks. Soon enough, there were so many people, and the party was in full swing. 

“So when are you going to tell him?” Anna asked you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Come on (Y/N), you and Aleks have been crushing on each other since middle school.”

You sighed. “Aleks and I are just friends.” You looked back to see talking with Brett and James. He looked over and smiled at you. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me like that.”

“But we’re about to go into our senior year of high school! You gotta tell him before it’s too late.” 

“Well, you might have to lock us in a room alone together for that to happen.” As you took another sip of your Dirty Shirley, you noticed a smirk form on Anna’s face out of the corner of your eye. “What are you planning?” 

“You’ll see.” She grabbed your arm and brought you over to Aleks, Brett, and James. “Hey guys, I have an idea. How about we play a game of 7 minutes in heaven?”

“Anna,” you whisper-shouted at her. 

“Sure,” Aleks said, “I’m up for it.” The other two agreed. 

“Great, let’s see who else wants to play, and we’ll meet upstairs in the loft.” Anna dragged you behind her as you both got a few more of your girl friends to play with you. 

A few minutes later, you found yourself sitting next to Aleks as you waited to play.

“Alright, so the game’s 7 minutes in heaven,” Anna announced. 

“What is this? Middle school?” Asher joked. 

She shushed him before she continued. “Anyways, I wrote down everyone’s name and put it in a cup. So the first two up are...” She pulled two names and smugly smiled as she looked over in your direction. “Aleks and (Y/N).”

Your breath was caught in your throat as you glanced over at Aleks. He seemed calm. He stood up and took your hand as Anna led the two of you to a closet. “Really, you couldn’t give us an actual room?” you questioned.

She shrugged. “Have fun you two,” she winked before shutting the door. 

The darkness surrounded the two of you, yet it didn’t make the close proximity any better. “So...” Aleks said.

“So...” Neither of you knew what to say. You started to feel around the wall behind you for a wall switch.

“I checked already. There’s no light for this closet.”

You sighed. “I guess it’s pretty weird that we’re in here together.”

“What makes you say that?” he asked. 

You shrugged. “I mean, you’ve been my best friend since elementary school. It’s just that they’re probably expecting us to do something...”

“We can just talk if you’d like,” he chimed in. “Plus, we haven’t hung out since you’ve gotten back from Chicago. I feel like we have some catching up to do.”

You giggled. “Only you would take a game made for making out and giving couples privacy and turn it into us just talking.” He chuckled. “Well, we can probably talk more about it later, but I maybe hooked up with one of my cousin’s best friends.”

“Really?” His tone seemed more hurt than shocked. 

“Yeah,” you cautiously answer, “I mean, it’s not that big of a deal. It was just a fling.”

“But did you actually have sex with him?” You stay silent for a bit. “Silence means yes.”

You let out a sigh. “I mean, it’s not something I thought I’d tell you in a closet at a party where I’m a bit tipsy,” you defended. “I mean, I haven’t told anyone, especially because it is someone who’s good friends with my cousins.”

“But is this a thing where you’re going to keep in contact with him?” 

“What’s with all of the questions?” you inquired. 

“It’s just....it’s nothing.” You nodded not believing him. Silence took over the next thirty seconds. 

“I think we have about five minutes left,” you mentioned. He nodded. “How come this is so weird? I mean, we’re best friends.”

“Yeah...” he half heartedly chuckled. “This shouldn’t feel weird at all.” 

“So why does it?” you questioned. You hadn’t noticed at first, but your hand was intertwined with his. You backed up towards the wall, a bit freaked out, yet you don’t let go. Aleks took a step closer. “Why does this feel like something’s changed between us?”

“Maybe because things should change between us.” Before you could process what was going on, Aleks’ lips were pressed onto yours. Your eyes widened for a moment before you found yourself kissing back.

He let go of your hands and grabbed the back of your thighs. “Jump,” he mumbled into the kiss. You smiled and happily obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He practically pinned you against the wall as you continued to make out.

Things were soon cut short when someone knocked on the door. “Time’s up,” you heard Anna say. Your eyes widened once more as you realized what happened. As you untangled yourself from Aleks, Anna opened the door to let you out.

You couldn’t deal with the stares, so you ran. You don’t know why you let that happen, but it was too late to take it back. You had made out with your best friend, the one person you didn’t want to fuck things up with. 

You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone call your name. 

“(Y/N)! Slow down!” You turned around to see Aleks had chased after you. “Woah, you got a lot faster,” he said as he caught up to you. You let him take a few moments to catch his breath. “What’s wrong?”

“What are you-” You stopped mid sentence when you knew that there was no point in fooling yourself. “I’m sorry, I just...when you kissed me, I didn’t....I don’t...”

“You started freaking out,” he finished for you. 

You nodded. “It was a mistake.”

“No it wasn’t,” he said. “(Y/N), I’ve known you all your life. You didn’t think it was a mistake. You just don’t want to admit to yourself that you liked it. Is it so hard for you that you’re so easily delighted?” You scoffed at that statement. “You know I’m right. And that kiss probably wasn’t magical, or fantastical, and maybe I just caught you unaware, but how about you take a shot in the dark?”

“What are you saying?”

“(Y/N), I like you, that’s always been apparent. What maybe wasn’t so apparent was that I might actually love you as more than a friend,” he confessed. 

You sighed. “Aleks, I don’t know...”

“Well if you’re still scared, I just hope that you don’t mind my kisses while you think.” You kept your gaze locked on your feet. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “You know what, just forget what I said. I mean, it’s obvious you probably didn’t feel the same way and that you started freaking out because you didn’t want to lead me on or-”

You leaned and kissed him. You felt him tense up for a quick second before he relaxed and kissed you back. “You’re freaking out. I kissed you and you kissed back, but aren’t you glad you risked that?” He showed a small grin. “Now that kiss probably wasn’t magical or fantastical, and I definitely caught you unaware, but you know that ineffable feeling you were talking about? You know I’m not the only one feeling it.” Your hands intertwined. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

“You’re scared too?” He nodded. “Well then, I hope you don’t mind my kisses while you think,” you joked.

He let out a small laugh. “I can’t believe you used my own line on me.” 

You smiled and stuck your tongue out. “Aleks, I gotta let you know, I’m all in, but I’m scared it’s real.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m scared because I fall fast. You know our pasts aren’t exactly the best, especially when it comes to relationships.”

You both let out another sigh. “I know what you mean,” he said. “Are we seeking doubt?”

“Probably.” The two of you chuckled. “I’m still scared.”

“I am too,” he admitted, “but I’m all in if you are.”

You smiled. “I’m all in.”

[trashboiiz]

The End of the Honeymoon Phase (James x Reader) TW: Abuse

(A/N: Of course I can’t write anything happy so this is the end result. I know James would never act like this in reality but bruh, it’s a fic. Enjoy~)

You’ve never had a major argument with James. Usually you bicker over what movie to watch or what to eat but nothing actually important. You were still in your honeymoon phase, coming up with dumb nicknames and sneaking kisses whenever you could; it was a seemingly never-ending paradise. But a storm was coming.

For the past few weeks, Cow Chop has been keeping James busy, leaving him with little time for his channel and even less time for you. Because of the late nights, you usually end up hanging out at the warehouse, talking to whoever was still there. You’ve grown accustomed to watching the crew record dumb videos on the couch and their crazy antics. Though at night it’s pretty calm, since everyones tired from hours of filming.

Due to all the time you’ve spent at the warehouse, you’ve ended up becoming quite close with a few of them, especially Aleks. Both of you bonded over your awkward emo phase, laughing about the music you used to listen to and your awful haircuts. Of course you’ve spent more time talking to Asher and Anna since they spend most of their time editing instead of being in videos, but they’ve had to interrupt many of your discussions to continue working on videos. You’re not phased but that though; you connect more to Aleks on a personal level, anyways. He’s a good friend. A friend you’ve talked to about the new problems arising between you and James.

One night you’re at home, waiting for James to come back from an especially long day. He left early that morning to shoot the podcast and has spent the rest of the day filming BTS, gameplays, and editing. You look at the clock and see it’s already midnight. Sighing, you pick up the plate of food left out for James and put it in the fridge for when he comes back. You expected him to be home by now since he still had to record for his own channel; you guess it’ll be another late night for him.

His erratic schedule has started to worry you, not just because of the stress it puts on him, but because of the change in his mood. Small things have begun to annoy him, like your unconscious tapping on the steering wheel and when you forget to turn off the lights. You know it’s probably due to anxiety, but the consistent complains have begun to wear you down. Even with your own problems and issues to deal with you still try to help James. You get it, he has his own big channel and another one that he’s expected to put effort into, but it would be nice if he put effort into your relationship.

Your phone buzzes and you see Aleks’ name on the screen. You turn on the kettle to make some tea while you open his message.

James back yet?

You sigh, Not yet. Did he leave the office?

Yea, not so long ago

The kettle begins to whistle so you get up from the couch and pour the hot water into a mug. You take your tea back to the couch and plop down, seeing another text from Aleks.

You doing ok?

I’m fine, just getting a bit strained, ya know?

I keep trying to tell that idiot to go home earlier but he says he has to finish all his editing. I even tried to con Trevor into doing all his work but James cares too much for that boy.

I think everyone cares too much for Trevor, you chuckle

True. I’ll keep trying to calm him down and such. I guess you know how stressed he’s been.

Yeah…

You can talk to me if it gets to be too much. I’m both of your friends and I’m a master at fixing problems.

Sure you are ‘Aleks that sets everything on fire’ Marchant

Just because I’m a pyro doesn’t mean I can’t make people happy. Anyways, I’m driving home now. Let me know if you need anything Y/N.

Get home safe Aleks, talk to you later.

As you put down your phone you hear a car door slam and heavy footsteps reach the front door. The door swings open, revealing a disheveled and tired James. He drops his bag on the ground and heads straight for the kitchen, searching for food.

“Hi Y/N! Oh hi James! Nice to see you after such a long day!” You say sarcastically.

James only grunts and grabs the plate of food you prepared from the fridge. Sitting down at the kitchen table he shoves the food into his mouth while scrolling through twitter on his phone. You pick up your tea and walk over to him, putting your free hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs it off.

“Is everything okay James? You seem upset”.

“I’m fine” James snaps, quickly glaring at you before going back to twitter.

“You don’t seem fine” you say, sitting down across from him.

“God fucking dammit, Y/N. Are you going to turn this into a big thing? I’m fine.” His voice beginning to rise and the smell of alcohol wafting from his lips.

You’re taken aback. Why was James drinking, especially so late at night and when he had to drive home. Was he angry at you? You couldn’t remember if you said or did anything to make him mad, so you assumed it was just stress.

“Do you want me to do anything?” You ask, trying to diffuse the situation.

James slams his first on the table, scaring you.

“Stop fucking nagging me, Y/N. Try focusing on your life instead of mine for once!”

Although his mood was beginning to frighten you, it was also pissing you off. You could feel yourself becoming hot with anger, distracting you from your fear.

“What the fuck James? I know you’re stressed, I’m just trying to help out!” you snap.

“Maybe that’s what I don’t need, your goddamn help. Maybe I need less of you Y/N” James stands up, seething with rage, “All you do is complain about how busy I am and yell at me about how much work I’m doing”.

“I don’t yell at you!” You shout back, “and you’re the one that complains while I try to help you!”

“I complain? You text Aleks all the time whining about me,” Your mouth drops open, “you think I don’t know? I’m not a fucking idiot. ”

“I just vent to him sometimes!” You say, frustrated, “James I think you should just get some rest and sober up”.

“I’m not drunk! I’m as rational as I’ve ever been!” He throws his hands up in anger, “I’m pissed because I know you want to fuck Aleks”.

You have no idea where this is coming from; this accusation was completely out of the blue. How could James accuse you of wanting to cheat on him, with his best friend of all things. That thought has never even crossed your mind. James was all you wanted and needed, no one else could take his place.

“I-I…” You stammer.

“I bet that’s been your plan all along,” James walks over to you and sticks his finger in your face, “I bet you’ve been using me to get to Aleks. God knows how fucking lonely he is and you knew you could scoop him right up.”

Those words cut you deep. Your boyfriend, your best friend. Why…how could he think that?

“James I would never!” tears begin to stream down your face.

“Bullshit!” Enraged, James slaps the mug out of your hand, causing it to shatter on the floor, “You’re just like everyone else! Using me to get to know other people!”

You’ve never seen James so angry and you’re pretty sure no one else has either. You want to diffuse the situation but you have no idea what to do; you’re mind is spinning as fast as your heart is beating.  You flee to the couch, trying to distance yourself from the furious man that you couldn’t believe was your boyfriend.

“I’d never James,” you hiccup, “James I love you”

“Sure you do, Y/N. You probably fantasize about Aleks saying that to you. How it’d feel to have his lips against yours, holding your waist while slipping his tongue into his mouth. Not before long he’d have your clothes off and his cock up your-”

“James!” You interrupt, “Stop! He’s a friend! He’s just a friend! He’s never come on to me, James. He wouldn’t do that to you.”

Your tears turn into sobs that wrack your whole body.

“I’m so sick and tired of all these lies” James growls.

He storms over to you and grabs your wrists.

“You’re scaring me” you cry, “James, you’re hurting me”.

“You’re hurting me, Y/N, with all your lies and going behind my back.”

“James you’re drunk”

“I’m not!” He screams, causing you to fall backwards onto the couch.

You scramble to get up and rush to the door, James hot on your heels.

“Come back here!” He shouts as you run to your car.

You’re muted by your sobs and blinded by your tears. You speed out of the driveway, leaving James yelling in the distance. This was a first you’ve never wanted to experience. You’re limits have been reached with how much you could tolerate James. He’s been angry before but never like this; you didn’t even know he was capable of such anger, such fury. You replay the events in your head over and over until you reach a house with its lights on even though it’s past 1am. You quickly park your car and run up to the door, knocking furiously in the hopes you’re heard. The door swings open and a confused blonde man greets you.

“Y/N? What are you doing? Why are you here?”

You swing your arms around his neck and sob into his chest.

“Al-Aleks,” You choke out between breaths.

Aleks hurries you into his house and places a blanket on you as you sit on his couch. Sitting next to you, he places his arms around you, letting your tears stain his shirt. Neither of you speak for almost an hour, Aleks caressing you hair and rubbing your back as you let all your emotions pour out. He hums to calm you down, the vibrations soothe your beating heart. Soon you drift off into, you troubles and worries an issue for tomorrow.

[sp00kybl0g]

YOYOYO GET TO KNOW ME MORE

Tagged by self-deprecating comedic genius @garretsyndrome Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better. A- AGE: 20 AYYYYY im doing nothing productive with my life :’) B- BIRTHPLACE: Tennessee, USA ((I have almost 0 southern attributes, I barely have an accent too thank FUCK tbh)) 
C- CURRENT TIME: 3:02am what’s wrong with me :’)))) 
D- DRINK YOU LAST HAD: drinkin a coca cola rn my dudes 
E- EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: my irl friend @thesqueakface!!!) 
F- FAVOURITE SONG: It changes CONSTANTLY but I’m gonna be trash and say the AH Rap Battle, I LISTEN TO IT LIKE 3 TIMES IN A ROW DAILY OKAY ONE DAY ILL HAVE THE WHOLE THING MEMORIZED👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 G- GROSSEST MEMORY: sometimes I’ll laugh while I’m drinking something and I start choking and if it’s a soda it foams out of my mouth and I make disgusting burp noises bc I’m laughing and choking and trying to breathe and spit out the rest of my drink at the same time. It’s not fun. Or attractive. I’m sorry. 
H- HORROR YES OR HORROR NO: HORROR Y E S 
I- IN LOVE: ALEKS MARCHANT IS THE LOML. 
J- JEALOUS OF PEOPLE: ofc. There are two people in this world: people jealous of other people; and Fucking LIARS. 
K- KILLED SOMEONE: no but there are people dead to me 
L- LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR SHOULD I WALK AGAIN: did you mean love at first sight or should I walk BY again??? And if so, are we talking about dallon weekes here? 
M- MIDDLE NAME: Lynne (pronounced LIN, apparently nobody knows this. People have called it line, and someone even called it lenny….. what the fuck???????) 
N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 0 I’m an only child huehuehue 
O- ONE WISH: that I end up having a stable job and shit 
P- PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: the only people I really have phone calls with are either my dad or grandma, and it was her. (I text everyone else) 
Q- QUESTION YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKED: “how old are you?” bc I look fucking 12 but I’m actually 20 
R- REASON TO SMILE: someone complimenting me, and also cow chop uploading a video where I know there will be Pain™ S- SONG YOU LAST SANG: L.A Devotee by p!atd 
T- TIME YOU WOKE UP: I can’t wake up SAVE ME ((JUST KIDDING IT WAS 1PM PLEASE DONT UNFOLLOW)) 
U- UNDERWEAR COLOUR: Gray (grey?) HOW DO YOU FUCKING SPELL IT SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME 
V- VACATION DESTINATION: Anywhere with some peace and quiet, falling asleep listening to the real life ocean, and maybe riding some rly fast roller coasters too 
W- WORST HABIT: Biting my lip and panicking about every fucking thing and having it interfere with me actually enjoying my life in the present 
X- X-RAYS: 🎶 X-RAAAAAYY AAAND VAAAAAAAAAV 🎶 
Y- YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD: P much anything made from potatoes. And cheesy stuff too mmMMMMM 
Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces babyyy ♓️ Not tagging 20 but here u go, do this if you want!~ @thesqueakface , @aestheticw3ntz , @aleksandr-james , @cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you , @6-drugs-and-money

[einchop]

My Fake Chop Videos (v 3.0)

Holy shit when did this list get so long??

“What’d you do last weekend, Aleks?” “… Nothing, really.”  (Aleks)

“He saw too much…”  (James)

T O X I C (Novahd)

THEY’LL NEVER FORGET OUR NAMES

Fast Cars (Aleks)

HEAT (James)

SHATTERED

Different faces and different places, but the story remains the same

Devil’s at Work

HIGH-STAKES (James)

Sweet (James)

FOOL ME ONCE

PARALLELS (James & Aleks)

“Looks Like I don’t need you anymore, James…”

D O L L H O U S E

Gasoline

If I let him in (Brett & Aleks)

Joe

Trevor

Take Me to Church

Who are you really?

Lone Digger

Aleks -  Fake Chop Origins

Brett Hundley

James Richard Wilson Jr.

Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant

Pumped Up Kicks

Here Comes the Sun

K I N G

There’s a New Gang in Town

Heathens

[mar-chant-live-without-you]

fall is in the air

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader Word Count: 1,017 Notes: yikes it is the middle of december i wrote this in october. its just a cute fic about psl and hoodies and halloween oops

You stepped outside and immediately you felt a chill breeze and instinctively shivered. Before taking on the day, you went back inside and grabbed Aleks’ hoodie. Much better.

//

Stepping into your home after a day full of errands, you were met with Aleks, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and that look on his face. You already knew what he was going to say when you left the house this morning.

You smiled, huge; we’re talking so much teeth and cheeks hurting smile. Aleks remained unfazed by your cheesin’ and stayed strong in his facial expression. You slowly walked towards him, lifting your arms up and out, keeping your smile on your face.

He narrowed his eyes at you as you got closer and closer to him. “I looove yoooouuuu!” you said, slowly wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him. Your chin was on his chest and your smile changed to a lips closed, eye crinkle, cute dimples smile.

Aleks’ arms were still down by his side as you squeezed him tighter. When you first did this, he broke immediately, hugging you back and kissing you. The next few times, it took him a little bit longer to hug back and give in. Now, there were no signs of him letting up.

“Baaaaaaabbbeeee,” you look up at him with your lips pouting. Aleks gently removes your arms from him and reaches in his pocket. He pulls out his wallet and hands you forty dollars.

“Go buy your own hoodie so you don’t have to wear mine,” he said. His face still straight and not letting up.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m not taking your money.”

He wrapped his arms around you and put the forty dollars in your back pocket. “Now it’s yours. Go. Or I won’t talk to you for the rest of the weekend.”

Most people would laugh, roll their eyes, and ignore this harmless comment, but Aleks had the mind of a child and literally would not talk to you for the rest of the weekend. You put your hands up in surrender. “Fine! Fine! I’m going!”

//

Walking through the doors of your local target, you were immediately hit with the smell of pumpkin spice from the Starbucks to your right. You took a deep breath and shook your mind from the Starbucks.

Gotta focus. Gotta focus. Gotta focus. Gotta focus. Hoodie. Hoodie. No pumpkin spice. Pumpkin spice? Oh god. It’s fall! Pumpkin spice! No! No! Hoodie! Focus!

You walk towards the apparel section, taking in the mass of orange, black, ghosts, pumpkins, witches, black cats, bats, and more. You walked towards the graphic tees. Immediately, you find the one; a skeleton laying seductively with the words “wanna bone?”.  14.50$. And it’s in your hand and not being put back.

Okay, a 25 dollar hoodie? No problem!

As you’re about to walk over the the winter apparel with the gloves and earmuffs and comfy hoodies, the pumpkin/coffee smell hits you again.

The leaves are orange, the air is chill, everything is turning spooky, and you can’t resist it. You purchase your insanely cool shirt and make your way to the Starbucks.

“How many pumpkin spiced lattes can I get for this?” you ask the cashier as you put the 24 dollars on the counter.

She counts the money. “Four grande.”

“I will have four grande pumpkin spiced lattes then.”

After getting your drinking carriers with your lattes, you make your way back home. You walk through the door, target bag in one hand and lattes in the other. “I’m home!”

Aleks walks out from the kitchen. “Welcome home, babe. How comfy is the hoodie you got?”

You slowly start smiling really big again. “Okay, sooooo.......”

“Oh my god, what? Why do you have so many coffees? If you didn’t buy a hoodie, what did you buy!”

You set your bag down on the coffee table and then set the lattes down as well. “First of all, they aren’t coffees, they’re lattes. Pumpkin spiced lattes to be exact! Babe! ‘Tis the autumn season! Second, I bought something better than a hoodie.”

You open the bag and dig out your shirt you got and showed Aleks, your face absolutely beaming. You were truly excited to show him your shirt.

At first, Aleks looks annoyed, probably because you went to target with 40$ to buy a hoodie and left with no money and no hoodie. However, when he looks at your face, his annoyed, hard face instantly breaks. He couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were about your lattes and your dumb shirt.

He rolls his eyes. “One of those better be for me,” he gestured to the drinks. You instantly smile and nod.

Aleks sits on the couch in front of the coffee table and grabs one of the drinks. Just then, Halloweentown comes on the tv. You get even more excited. “Babe! Babe! We can watch Halloween movies, snuggle, and drink pumpkin spiced lattes!”

Aleks takes hesitating for a second. “Hm......” But then he puts his arm around you and pulls you into him. “Okay, baby.” He kisses the side of your head.

“Wait! I’m cold! Hold on!” You rush up to your room before the movie turns on. You scan the room for a blanket to take downstairs but notice Aleks’ hoodie on the bed. Fuck it.

You run down the stairs and jump back on the couch, next to Aleks. “Are you read-.” Aleks starts, but stops when he notices you in his hoodie. He rolls his eyes and lets out a big sigh. “You are so lucky you are so fucking adorable in that hoodie. I mean, seriously. It took everything in me not to just tackle you and smother you with kisses earlier today.”

You squeeze Aleks tightly and lean your head on his shoulder. Your knees are tucked into your chest. You feel soft kisses on your head as you take a sip of the latte. Warm hoodies, cuddling your boyfriend, watching Halloween movies, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes. Fall is here.

[mar-chant-live-without-you]

"Please don't destroy yourself, I like you being around"

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader Words: 758 Notes: this is based on something @cat-warnick said to me. she’s my biggest source of insp. so.

Did you know that stress is the number one cause of death worldwide? Okay, that's not true, but you sure as hell thought it was true. If not worldwide, it would be "you wide" pretty soon.

Everyone pushed you to go to college, your parents, your grandparents, family friends, classmates, best friends, everyone. At first it was manageable, fun even. But after your first year, the possibility of fun went out the window.

The debt started rolling in, classes got harder, to outweigh the debt you started picking up more hours at work, your friends were growing out of you, your parents constantly were nagging about your messy dorm or your lack of energy outside of work and school. Everything was becoming way too much. Your sleep habits were becoming screwed and you were physically feeling the effects of your stress.

You met Aleks at one of your video editing elective classes. He was one of those guys that was really easy to start talking to and continue talking to. He became one of you're really good friends really fast.

Later into the year, he even became more than that. Despite being your boyfriend, you tried to just keep your problems and stress to yourself, that is, until the weekend before finals week.

You were in your dorm alone, just crying. Everything was so much and you couldn't help it. Your roommate was back home for the weekend and finals were coming up and you weren't ready. Just thinking about failing your classes and having to pay the portion financial aid was going to cover made your chest tighten and a lump form in your throat. It was so much that you couldn't do anything but lay in the dark and cry.

You hear the door open and Aleks burst in. Why did you have to give him a key? "Babe! Babe! Loo-," he starts, but then notices you in your bed. He rushes over to you.

You wipe your tears quickly and clear your throat. "What's up, Aleks?"

"Are you crying?" he asks, sitting on the edge of your bed, his hand on yours.

You tried to stay strong in front of Aleks. You didn't want him to see you cry and to break down like this. "Baby?" he asks, getting closer to you.

You couldn't help it. You started crying, even harder than before. You were covering your face and crying into your hands when Aleks wrapped himself around you and rubbed your back. "What's wrong, baby?"

You tried to start talking, but couldn't. It was just tears, tears and more tears. "Hey, hey, hey... shh... it's okay, you don't have to tell me now. Just whenever you're ready I'm here, okay?" He rubbed your back slowly as he kissed your forehead. You were there with him for an hour, just crying. You take a deep breathe.

"Now can you tell me what's wrong?" he asks.

You nod. "It's gonna sound stupid, but I'm just... I'm so stressed Aleks.. I'm spreading myself so thin. When I'm not at school, I'm at work, when I'm not at work or school miraculously, I'm studying so I don't fail my classes, if by some freak chance I have free time, I'm at home or here, catching up on sleep and being reprimanded for being lazy. I'm spreading myself so thin, sometimes I can't breathe."

"I'm gonna end up destroying myself, Aleks," you admit.

"Please don't destroy yourself, I like you being around," he says softly, taking your face in his hands.

He places a soft kiss on your forehead. "(y/n), I'm your boyfriend. I'm here for whatever you need, to vent to, to catch up on sleep with, to study with. I want to help you."

You start crying again. This amazing guy was right here in front of you with the ability to help you as much as he could. Aleks holds you tighter. "Cmon, what do you need to do right now?"

"Study for trig," you murmur.

"Then let's study for trig," he says, kissing your forehead again.

Aleks was your rock for the rest of the semester and the rest of your college years. He let you stay at his place right off of campus so you didn't have to pay for a dorm room, he helped you budget your paychecks, he helped you study, and he caught up on sleep with you. You had help all along, all you had to do was ask.

[mar-chant-live-without-you]

Million Reasons

Pairing: Aleks Marchant x Reader Word Count: 794 Notes: definitely based off of Million Reasons by Lady Gaga (x)

You had one real constant in your life and that was your best friend Aleks. It didn’t matter how many things in your life changed, you could always count on Aleks to be there, right by your side.

Well, always is a strong word...

You had applied to your dream school on a limb. It had a less than 20% acceptance rate, your grades were average at best, you were never super involved with clubs, and you had never volunteered around the community. You had completely planned on just going to your state college.

When you got a letter in the mail from your dream college, 2,031 miles away, starting with Dear (y/n) (y/l/n); Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you... you almost fainted.

But there was one problem. Aleksandr Marchant.

For the last year, you two had been so close you were practically dating. You hung out all the time, went to dinners and the movies, and had even hooked up once or twice.

Despite all of the “couple” traits, you and Aleks both decided to steer clear of labels. Neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship and labels would do that.

You were completely content on staying in LA and going to a community college and being with Aleks. He was worth it. But you needed to know if he was in it for the long run; if he would commit to labels.

You met up with Aleks at your house right after you got the news. Aleks was sprawled out on your couch, looking at you expectantly. “So, what’s the news?”

You grabbed the letter from the coffee table and handed it to him. He slowly read through the letter. You watched his face as he read through the letter, watching for any signs of happy, sad, anger, excitement, but there was nothing. He cleared his throat when he set down the letter. “That’s awesome, (y/n),” he said, but his voice was monotonous, not cheerful.

“Don’t lie to me, Aleksandr. We’ve been best friends for almost 15 years, you’re not allowed to lie to me.” You cross your eyes across your chest.

”I just, I don’t know what you want me to say. You’re leaving for bigger, better things.”

You close your eyes, trying to figure out how to phrase what you’re about to say. You took a short, but deep breath before saying, “Aleks I have every reason in the world to just leave. I have a beautiful opportunity at my fingertips, a beginning to a future, years of experiences. I have a million reasons to leave, but,” you sit on the couch next to Aleks, taking his hands in yours, “I just need one good one to stay.”

Aleks glances down at your hands, “What do you mean, (y/n)? I’m not in the mood for games.”

“What is this Aleks? What is us?” He’s silent. You don’t know if he’s thinking or just doesn’t want to talk. “Aleks, please.”

“We’re best friends, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Aleks, you’re going to look me in my eyes and tell me we aren’t more? We hooked up for Christ’s sake!”

Aleks can’t make eye contact with you, but regardless, he denies your relationship. “Hooking up doesn’t mean anything, (y/n).”

“Aleks, please. I- I would be happy, here, with you, as your girlfriend.”

“I don’t see you like that. You can’t ruin our relationship.”

“Aleks...”

“No!” Aleks stands up abruptly. “(y/n), I won’t do this. I don’t see you like that. We had a great friendship. Don’t ruin it with your hopeless romantic, wishful thinking-self.”

The room is silent, tense. Aleks breaks it, “Congratulations, (y/n). I gotta go.” He turns to leave. His hand is on the door handle when you call out to him.

“Aleks, if you leave, I’m leaving. For good. I’m going to school and I won’t look back. I’m asking you to be my one reason to stay, but if you leave... I’m done.. with this place.. with you...,” you look him in the the eyes. You wouldn’t help it. You needed him to understand how much you wanted to stay.

It takes Aleks a full 10 seconds of thinking before he opens the door and walks out. You swear you can see tears in his eyes as he does.

You never knew why Aleks just walked out. Maybe it was because he really didn’t feel that way. But in your heart, you hoped it was because he knew the only way you would go is if he broke your heart. He knew you deserved this opportunity and if he had let on that he wanted to be with you, you would’ve stayed for him. That’s your theory. That’s what you hoped at least.

[einchop]

Please talk more about Aleks/Ryan bc I never knew I needed it until I saw your video

@electricmindart wrote a fanfic right here of the Vagabond and FC!Aleks that is SOOO good 

Also I fucking love the idea of the Mad King and Prince Aleks. I was discussing with a group (electricmindart and @unicornscandraw) about the idea and we came up with several different versions of it:

The Marchant kingdom is weak, and Aleks’ father know what he must do in order to gain favor with Achievement City. He offers his son in an arranged marriage AU in order to better his standing with the king of a very powerful neighboring nation.

Another version of it was that Aleks was a commoner that gets captured by Ryan’s guards and when Ryan looks at him and sees the chaos in his eyes he knows he would be absolutely p e r f e c t to rule by his side. And he absolutely has the Mad King wrapped around his finger. 

'you know the ___ clan once imprisoned me for trespassing for an hour 3 years ago' 'i'll send my troops over there to destroy them all' 'I've been needing some more space in our castle....' 'i'll send the architects to your chambers tomorrow to discuss building on an expansion to the castle' 'i really like this one author...' 'i'll have my troops find him and have him write you all the books your heart desires' LIKE HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES HIS FELLOW KING MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD

And then another version of it was Prince Aleks and King Ryan meeting with Aleks posing as a common thief and worming his way into Ryan’s heart. He never even finds out he’s a Prince until long after the first date. (Who knows why he’s doing it, maybe it ties back into his kingdom being poor, maybe he just didn’t want Ryan to think of him as a prince and marry him just for royal favor in his kingdom, maybe he wanted him to fall in love with him for him?)

AND THEN THERE’S THE IDEA OF IT BEING IN THE X-RAY AND VAV UNIVERSE. FAKE CHOP ALEKS AND MAD KING RYAN WORKING TOGETHER TO DESTROY THE WORLD? UM YES PLEASE