#immortalhd imagine

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Thank you for the tag, @snarkythewoecrow! 💙💙

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

Hmmmm, probably either RoyalChaos (Chilled Chaos and ZeRoyalViking from YouTube), Ianthony from Smosh, or NovaHD (UberHaxorNova and ImmortalHD from YouTube). The way these ships had me SCOURING FF.Net, Wattpad and AO3 for content lmaoooo.

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Probably Helga/Arnold from Hey Arnold. I had no idea what shipping was at the time, but Goddamn did 9 year old me get giddy af whenever there was an episode centered around them lol. And the original Hey Arnold movie when Helga actually got to KISS Arnold??? Bro, the way kid me absolutely went INSANE when I first watched it! So I'm sure you can imagine how happy my inner child was when the 2017 movie made them canon.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

Sebaciel. It was the absolute cringest smut fic imaginable. But then again I was 13 when I wrote it, so not exactly a shocker there I guess. I will say tho, the concept I had was actually kinda good. Who knows, maybe I'll give it a rewrite one day...

Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

I can't remember exactly, but it was either a ship from DBZ or Helga/Arnold.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Nah, not really.

Did you used to have any NOTP or have one currently?

Yea I have a couple. Mainly because certain people who ship them can be annoying af (and sometimes just downright shitty) about shipping them, so it's just completely ruined the idea for me. I won't name the ships outright, but will say they are popular ships from Supernatural and 9-1-1. Ship what you like, just don't be a shitty person to random people online or towards the actors/writers of the show. And now I'll shut up.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Bathena from 9-1-1.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Yup! Sebaciel and Wincest forever, man.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Hmmmm, no I don't think so.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

Uhhhh, no? I can't think of any.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Practically almost all of the ships I have are considered problematic by the anti infested side of fandom, so yes lmao.

What is your favorite crack ship?

Don't have one. I'm pretty sure I have read a few of them before, but clearly none that have stuck with me personally.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Probably either Sebaciel or Wincest.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Height difference, huge age gaps, codependency, and incest. There's probably more similarities, but these are the ones that first come to mind lol.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Ummmm... nothing? Nothing comes to mind right now at least.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric, @tomwise, @snowviolettwhite, @anewkindofme and anyone who wants to join!

[dernsureimagines]

Jealous Questions (ImmortalHD Fluff)

“Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you really want to ask me?” Aleks asked, leaning against the wall. I frowned, my hand on the door handle, ready to rip open the door and walk out.

I shook my head and turned to him, keeping my grip on the handle. “Yeah, actually, I think I am.” I huffed.

“(Y/N),” Aleks sighed, dropping his once crossed arms over his chest. “Don’t do this.”

“I shouldn’t have to be looked at like that!” I almost yelled, referring to an earlier instance where he looked at me like a piece of meat when I was talking to James.

Aleks frowned, dropping his head to look at the floor. “Alright, well, I’m sorry for that.”

“Why were you even getting like that? James is my friend!” I finally let go of the door handle just so I could cross my arms over my chest. I put all of my weight on one foot to look more angry, even though I was more hurt inside than anything.

Aleks looked away from me, unable to meet my confused and angry eyes. “I was jealous, okay?”

“Jealous? Of James? Oh my god, Aleks!” I huffed in exasperation.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I just really like you and I got jealous!” He defended. He threw his hands up in the air, running one through his hair.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

He sighed, waving a hand towards the door. “You can go if you want to.”

I shook my head, letting out a breath. “Aleks, I have a question for you. Would you like to go see a movie with me, tomorrow night?”

Aleks’s eyes moved quickly to meet mine. His eyebrows furrowed. “Really?”

I nodded. “That’s what I wanted to ask you. So, will you?”

“Pick you up at 7?” He asked, smiling slightly. I nodded, turning back and opening the door. I took a few steps out, closing the door behind me.

“Oh, and Aleks? I like you, too.” I winked as I shut the door behind me, walking away. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. He was a dork. But hopefully soon, he’d be my dork.

[grumpychop]

not so lazy morning;

pairing: Aleks MarchantxReader summary: You two finally have a morning to yourselves and you take full advantage of it.   warnings: Smut ahead! word count: 2,938 notes: this was supposed to be a cute sleepy morning fic, but it got dirty... fast. i blame aleks.

You never get to have days like this. A day where you have nothing at all to do, just stuck at home in bed with the one you love. Honestly there’s not many days where you two can relax together, always having something planned. But today? Today’s the day that you two have off together, and you can take advantage of it. And you plan on it.

Waking up without an alarm is a great first. The next best thing after that? Having a sleepy Aleks snuggle closer against your back, burying his head against your neck. You’re letting out a soft noise, a giggle escaping your lips as he rubs his scruff against your skin. “You up, babe?” He’s asking, and then planting soft kisses where his lips lay.

“Even if I wasn’t, I would’ve been woken up because of your scruff, you meanie,” you’re giggling, reaching a hand behind you to card through his hair.

“What the fuck? It’s too early for name calling, you dick.” He’s rubbing his face against your neck, and you’re letting out a soft squeal, trying to squirm away from him. He’s wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back. He’s chuckling along with you, and then he’s moving from playful to sensual in a moment. His lips drag across your skin, peppering soft and slow kisses against any patch that he can find. But then he’s focusing on what the part of your neck that he knows gets you every single time.

You’ve calmed down now, eyes falling shut, a low moan escaping your lips. One arm tightens around your body, resting it underneath your breasts, and the other is slipping underneath your shirt, his hand spanning across your stomach. He’s continuing to brush kisses across your skin, and you’re lowering your shoulder so he has more access, which he’s taking advantage of.

He’s letting out a soft noise, pulling you flush against his front, and your lips are quirking. “Are you trying to seduce me?” You’re asking as his fingers begin to trace random designs on the skin of your stomach.

You feel his lips curve up into a smile and you’re letting out a laugh. “Is it working?” He’s asking and you’re letting out a hum of deliberation.

“Maybe,” you’re dragging out the words and he’s letting out a huff of laughter before he’s pulling back. He’s twisting you so you’re on your back and he’s moving above you. You’re staring up at him, reaching out to cup his face between his hands. He gives you a goofy grin, and you’re returning it with one of your own, before you’re leaning up to capture his lips.

He eagerly reciprocates, one hand tangling in your hair and the other sliding up under your shirt to cup your breast. His thumb circles around your nipple and you retaliate by wrapping your legs around his waist and sliding your own hand into his hair. You’re making sure to scrape your nails against his scalp, which makes him groan, his hips stuttering into yours. You moan in return, and his tongue comes out to brush against yours.

Heat rises in your body, and between you, as the tension grows. He groans with every thrust of his hips against yours and you can’t help the soft moans that leave your lips when he thrusts just right. It’s a slow, dirty grind, but the two of you don’t seem to care. You’re focused on the feelings and the kiss, which is also dirty, mostly tongues and teeth. “God, fuck,” he’s whispering as he’s pulling away, and he’s pulling back to push your sleep shirt up your stomach. You’re helping, leaning up to help him tug it off and then you’re wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to pull him right back down into a messy kiss.

While normally you’d want to take it slow, you know you can do that later. Right now? There’s urgentness in Aleks’ movements and you know he wants to get off. It’s been awhile since you two had the chance to have sex, and being a pretty sexually active couple, it’s been taking a toll on the both of you. Which is apparent by the way Aleks is shoving at his shorts, trying to get them off. You’re helping him, peering over his shoulders to watch as they get shoved off, revealing his ass. “I can’t wait to get inside of you, baby,” he’s growling, as he kicks the shorts to the side.

“It’s going to feel so good,” you’re murmuring in return, and his lips are going right to your jaw, leaving nips and kisses there while he works on getting your underwear off. You’re just glad he doesn’t tear them right off. He’s done that before and you made him buy you three more to replace the one that he ripped. Of course, he didn’t have any protests to that, especially when he got to help you choose them out and watch you model them. He tried to convince you to fuck in the dressing rooms, but you managed to hold out until you got home. It had led to hot sex right against the doorway, his pants shoved down just enough so he could get inside you.

“Good boy,” you purr, when he doesn’t tear them, and he shivers, before glaring at you.

“We’re not going to do that right now.”

“Later?” Your lips tug into a smirk and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips. But he’s leaning down to scrape his teeth across a nipple, which has you letting out a gasp.

“Maybe. Right now, I just want to make you come.” His hand slides in between your thighs, fingers cupping your center. His middle fingers finds its way between your folds, and he strokes you, his mouth closing around your nipple fully. Aleks is letting out a pleased sound as you’re letting out a breath, eyes shutting and head tilting back to take in the feelings.

“Are you going to make me come just like this? Or do you want to fuck me?”

He sucks at your nipple for a moment, before he’s tugging off with a pop. “Fuck, can’t you be patient?”

“You know I can flip this around on you so quickly, don’t give me this shit.”

He’s raising an eyebrow and he stops all movement. It’s almost like a dare. And you take it. In a blink of an eye, you’re grabbing him by the shoulders and flipping you both on the bed. You’re above him now, and you’re sitting on his stomach, hands splaying out across his chest. Now you’re the one raising an eyebrow, but he’s just grinning up at you, his hands gripping your hips.

“I told you,” you say, and then you’re resting your hands near his head, leaning down to trail kisses across his collarbone. His breath is hitching and he’s letting out a moan. It’s unabashed, just like him, and you can’t help but to smirk against his skin.

“I let it happen,” he’s breathing out as your fingers trail teasingly up and down his chest. You’re letting out a hum, one that sounds like you’re doubting him, and his hands grip your hips tighter. “I swear to god I did.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He flips you back over with ease, and then he’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He finds his way in between your legs, hips slotted against yours and he’s moaning at the contact. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and you answer his moan with a whimper. He grinds against you, just for a moment, before he’s pulling back, just far enough that he can slip a hand down, one finger sliding inside of you and his thumb brushing against your clit.

Your hips buck, and you break the kiss, the both of you panting, hot breath against your faces. He’s lifting his head up to watch your face, wanting to see the emotions flit across your face. He does this often, wanting to see how good he makes you feel. And if it’s not working for you, he’ll spot it, almost instantly, and switch tactics. He’s attentive that way, which you’re so fucking grateful for.

He’s teasing you, though, finger sliding in and and out of you, slowly, thumb lazily circling your clit. And he’s just doing it to drive you crazy. “Feel good, baby?” he’s asking, but you know that he already knows the answer.

“I hate you,” you’re murmuring, which makes him chuckle.

“No you don’t.” You don’t say anything in return, because he’s just distracting you. You’re wet enough that he can slide another finger in, both curling in the way that makes your toes curl. A moan escapes your lips and you’re digging your nails into the skin of Aleks’ back. He’s grunting, his hips stuttering forward against your thigh and you know how much he likes that. You don’t hesitate to scratch your nails down his back, and he’s growling.

“Fucking…” he’s pulling his fingers from you, and then he’s reaching over into the bed side table to get a condom. You’re grinning, watching as he opens it and slides it on with ease. He’s hard enough already, and you’re very proud of the fact that you didn’t even have to touch him. He’s moving back to you, and then he’s grabbing your hips, pulling you further down the bed and you’re giggling.

“I’m going to fuck that smile right off of you,” he’s saying, which only makes you laugh more. He’s smirking at that, though, and you’re sure he only said it to keep you going. He’s guiding himself to your entrance, and starts to push inside of you.

That makes the smile drop off of your face. You’re leaning up on your elbows to watch the slow slide in, teeth digging into your bottom lip. The head of his member slides in, and once it’s in, he’s reaching to grab your hip, holding on tight enough that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Not that you mind, you love looking at them and remembering how they were made. And you know he loves looking at them too… and making them.

He’s watching, with you, as he slides further into you, and a curse leaves his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. You feel so fucking good. And fuck, you look so good taking my cock…”

You let out a whine at that, because he feels so good sliding into you, the stretch making your head spin. You’re reaching out to grasp his other hand, which had been tangled in the sheets near your arm, and he’s looking up to look at you. “You feel so good, Aleks,” you’re breathing out, and without any thought, he’s connecting your lips, more tongue than anything.

He’s halfway in when he starts to pull out, a slow slide back out. You know he’s setting a torturous pace for the both of you, and you’re wrapping your legs around him, trying to egg him on. But he’s not having any of it. He keeps that slow pace, the lazy thrust in and out, and you actually admire the fact that he has the control to go at this pace. “You’re going to drive me fucking crazy if you don’t fuck me right now, Aleksander,” you growl out, pulling back from the kiss and reaching with your other hand to tug on his hair.

He grunts, and he’s leaning down to nip at your shoulder. It’s a sharp pain that sends a new rush of heat through your body and you yelp in surprise. “You okay?” He whispers it against your skin, and you’re nodding, laying back on the bed fully and pushing his head closer.

“Yeah, we’re good.” It startled you more than anything, but you’re not protesting. In fact, you want more. He’s a little more gentle now, dragging his teeth across your skin as he starts to pick up the pace. He tangles his fingers with yours in one hand, and the other slides to your pubic bone, applying a little pressure and his fingers circle your clit.

You let out a sob of pleasure, gripping his hand tight and your hand is against his shoulder, arm wrapped around him. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Hard, I need you so badly, Aleks.”

He groans, and it’s loud against your ear, but you don’t care. His teeth sink into your skin, enough to sting but not enough to break skin and bleed and he thrusts into you hard, making you gasp, then groan. “Like that?” He asks, when he’s let go of your skin. It only lasts a moment, before he focuses on leaving a mark, but his thrusts are still hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Fuck.” The mixture of his thrusts, the work he was doing on your neck, and his movements on your clit, it’s going to get you there, and fast. He always seems to know just what to do to get you off, and fuck, if you’re not glad for the hours upon hours of exploring each others bodies. You’re sure he knows you better than you know yourself.

The sounds of moans, grunts, and whimpers fill the air, the both of your voices combined with the sounds of your coupling. It only spurs you towards your climax, which is approaching faster and faster. “Aleks… Aleks, please,” you’re gasping out, grasping his hair and tugging him up. He’s staring down at you, a groan leaving his lips, and he’s kissing you deeply. You moan in response, tugging at his hair which only makes him growl and slam his hips into you.

You’re whining into his mouth, and it only makes him continue to be rough with you, squeezing your hand as his fingers circle your clit faster. You pull away, eyes squeezing shut as you toss your head back, focusing on the pleasure. Aleks takes full advantage to slip kisses down your neck, heading towards your breasts and capturing a nipple between his teeth.

That’s it for you. Your body tenses and then it hits you and you quake underneath him, letting out a whimper as your orgasm washes over you. Aleks continues his ministrations through it, and when you’re letting out the breath that you’d been holding in, he lets go of your nipple and his hands come up to rest by your head.

“Fuck you look so good when you come, baby,” he’s grunting, and now he’s focusing on making himself come.

“It was all for you,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and staring into his eyes. You know that’ll get him going.

“All for me?” His eyes only seem to darken more, and you nod, before you’re leaning up to bite his neck. He’s letting out a moan that rivals that of a porn stars and that seems to do it for him. His thrusts lose their rhythm and then he’s staying buried inside of you, soft groans leaving his lips as he comes. You lick the spot where you had bit him, before placing kisses all across his neck, one hand rubbing his back as he finishes.

He’s making a soft noise, pulling out of you and shakily standing up. He takes off the condom, ties it up, and throws it away, before he comes back. You make grabby hands at him, which makes him smile, and he’s easily being pulled right back on top of you. You kiss, lazily, hands running over each others bodies.

“You want another one or are you good?” He’s asking against your lips, hands sliding up and down your outer thighs.

You’re letting out a hum, mentally doing a check over of your body, trying to find any lingering feelings of arousal, but not being able to find anything. “I’m good, baby. Thank you.” You’re kissing him even more deeply, just because you can, and of course he reciprocates. The kiss lingers, and when you pull back, you both smile goofily at each other.

“Shower time?” He’s asking, brushing some hair from your face.

“You read my mind,” you say, with a giggle. He stands up, then tugs you down to the edge of the bed. You’re raising an eyebrow at him, but he just smirks, picking you up into his arms. You let out a yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders and you cling for dear life.

“I know you’re a strong man, you don’t need to carry me to the bathroom,” you giggle, and he’s just pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Lemme do what I want.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mention as he sets you down on the counter. You let out a squeal at how cold it is, and you hop off, which only makes him laugh. “You owe me for that!”

He’s leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll go down on you for like… an hour, does that work?”

You’re pretending to deliberate, but he just reaches out, tickling you. “Jerk! Yes, okay!” You say, squirming away from him. He’s grinning at you, relenting, and then he’s pulling you into his arms. He’s kissing you, gently, before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he’s saying, and you’re smiling fondly at that.

“I love you, too, my big, strong man. Now let’s get into the shower and get all nice and squeaky clean.”

[gen-zml]

Little things about dating Aleks:

   ★ Lots of restaurant and bar hopping for dates

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jaboodydubs]

REMINDER ABOUT JAMES

Brett mentioned in the last CCTV that James was dating someone. I know that some people have already found her Twitter and Facebook, but I just want to remind everyone to please respect their relationship! They’re completely normal people just like us and they deserve their privacy.

[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.

[youtubexreader]

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

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

[starboyaleks]

Not to be horny on main, but...

[sonofmcted]

Someone from California bought a tshirt of the 'Denny's Bitch' design I made and I'm hoping it's one of them

[narnialove52]

COWCHOP IS STREAMING FOR THANKSGIVING. WATCH NOW

Update: stream has ended but the link takes you to the VOD

[nightelectrifi]

aleks’ birthday speech! 🎉

[cow-joji-chop]

Short Imagine

Imagine... Waking up to Aleks shaking you, excited to tell you all about his new idea for a video.

"Y/n it's gonna be so good! I'll have to probably set aside more time for it than usual but it'll be worth it I swear!" as he runs out of the room.

You sit up bewildered. Confused as to what he was talking about and what time it was. You roll over and look at the alarm, reading 6:43 am. "ALEKS!" you yell.

"Babe I'm busy, what's up?" he yells back to you.

You waddle out of the room with a blanket around you, walking over to where his office is, finding him already on the computer researching where to rent a dunk tank.

"Aleks it's not even 7 am, come back to bed for a bit before you have to get ready for work.." you beg.

"Babe I got to get this done as soon as possible, the Halloween stream is coming up soon and I have to come up with some exciting content so it's not a lame 6 hour stream of James and I dicking around," he banters.

He continues clicking around on the website and writes some things down. Walking up behind him you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tracing the tattoos on his chest. He pats your hand as he continues to work. You start to bug him a little more by playing with his hair, and trailing your hands down to his ears, tugging on the lobes lightly.

"You should pierce your ears," you randomly blurt out.

"I should what?" he asks, turning around.

"Pierce them! You got that bad boy, punk look going on, it would definitely suit you," you claim.

"Bad boy? Really? You sound like a teenager, but thank you for the compliment" he says giggling, turning around back to the screen.

You sigh, as you want to climb back into bed with him, spending what little time he is home with him. Chuckling at your idea of how to get him back into bed, you start to trail your hands further down his chest.

"OW hey watch it!" Aleks yelps as you pinch a nipple.

"What can the bad boy not handle it?" you tease.

"Hey I never agreed that I was a bad boy, but you on the other hand, are a punk," as he points his finger at you.

You bite the tip of his finger lightly, to get a rise out of him.

"Alright that's it, I'm going to have to kick your ass for that one," he jokes.

"Can't kick my ass if you can't catch me!" you yell as you get a head start from him.

With the blanket flying behind you, you run back into the bedroom and jump onto the bed, hiding your face in the mass amounts of pillows.

Aleks comes flying in behind you and jumps on top of you, tickling your sides as you frantically try to squirm away from him.

"Ah Aleks! Stop!" you pant, out of breath from laughing.

He drops down next to you and brings you in close, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"See this was all I wanted," you mumble into his chest.

"Sorry baby I just got excited, I was up super early with so many ideas and I just couldn't wait to--" he's interupted by the alarm going off, 7 am.

"Ah fuck.."

[grumpychop]

ok but imagine you have a sibling who becomes (or is already part of) cow chop and yall are close enough they ask you to stop by. you don't want to intrude but they insist it'll be fine as long as you don't disrupt bits, so you do. you're a little nervous to meet ur sibs coworkers but everyone likes u & u stop by more often. meanwhile aleks loses his shit everytime bc UR. SO. FUCKIN. PRETTY? AND FUNNY? AND KIND? Christ y/n, stooooop

oooh yes!!

okay, so i’m gonna go with you’re anna’s sibling, and you’ve recently gotten a job in la, so you move out there. and it makes it easier bc anna’s already out there, so the transition isn’t that bad. and you spend some time over at her place with her and her boyfriend, so you already know asher. everyone else you haven’t met. 

anna brings it up one day, you coming over to the cc office. at first you protest, bc you don’t want to ruin anything. but she continues at it, and even gets asher involved. so between the two of them, you agree. and you come over one time, even going as far to bring some treats in hopes of making it okay for you to come. asher and anna had hyped you up, so everyone was already super excited to meet you. and you clicked with everyone right off the bat. and you decided to visit more often, normally during lunch time so you don’t bother anyone working. 

aleks seemed to be especially taken with you, which anna would point out later, digging her elbow playfully into your side. ‘he always lights up when we mention you’re going to come or that you’re here,’ she’d tell you. and that’d make you just want to come by more often, just to see his face. you make a surprise visit one time, and you watch as his entire face lights up and he starts throwing out the jokes about being sneaky and shit. and when it’s time for you to leave, he makes an effort to escort you out to your car. and it’s there where he asks you out on a date... which you happily agree to. 

[gen-zml]

Aleks, 7. "Just trust me."

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

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

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

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

[cowchopimagine]

WHAT I WONT WRITE •nsfw •I’m not very familiar with this fake chop au and until I state otherwise I won’t write for it. This doesn’t mean that I won’t write anything with crime in it, I just won’t write anything specifically stated to be fake chop unless one of y'all want to let me in on what it’s about. •I probably won’t be able to write for a really obscure pairing. I think any ships within the Cow Chop crew would be okay, but I don’t watch any of the other groups associated with them. This includes Funhaus, Sugar Pine 7, Achievement Hunter, etc. Pairings that involve those groups probably won’t be something that I can write about. •I literally can’t remember what these are called, but I won’t do any request that is name-specific. What I mean by this is that I won’t write a reader insert with any specific name for the reader. I hope this makes sense.

•I’m not writing for jakob, even though I said I would earlier because I’m still not sure whether or not he wants to be written about and I’m not comfortable putting anything out there that he would be uncomfortable with.

HOW TO REQUEST To request an imagine or preference, you can either comment on any chapter in my wattpad book, send an ask to my tumblr, or you can message me on wattpad. Please don’t forget to tell me if you have a preferred set of pronouns that you’d like to be used if you want a reader insert. If no pronouns are listed in your request, I’m just going to use they/them.

Fics from here will be posted on Wattpad, but fics from Wattpad will not be posted here. Just know that there’s extra content over there.

Wattpad: basiis (Cow Chop Imagines // REQUESTS OPEN)

[mrswhymrhow]

im not strong enough to rb the immortalhd fancam rn but imagine its here