#alexei x reader

[voxmortuus]

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Count Vronsky x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Anna Karenina ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 2k ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ This was given to me by the lovely @bettytaylorversion || I would love to request a hc for him in a honeymoon with fem!reader, like pure and utter fluff and romance 🔥💘 ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Passionate Sex | Unprotected P-i-V | Cream pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TIME PASSER DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @voxmortuus ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @peachyspaceslvt ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was a beautiful ceremony, everyone who was anyone was there, but now, it was just time for you and your beloved to be alone. To learn and explore each other. To enjoy the company of the one you will be spending the rest of your life with. Today, it was a beautiful day. The air was warm, but not overly hot, there were large fluffy clouds in the crystal blue sky, and the sun was shining bright. Alexei had decided he was going to take you to a private place, a place where no one was going to bother you. A small little country house just outside of town. Well, today Alexei had plans. These plans were special, and you weren't allowed to know these plans. He had vanished outside leaving you to ponder on your thoughts.

You were sitting in the kitchen, you sip on a cup of tea. Your thoughts were simple, yet nothing overly complex, what would your life be like? He had no issue getting your attention, you found him alluring, attractive, intelligent, suave, and charming, and you found him to be a wonderful conversationalist. Sitting there, your mind drifts in a wonderful daydream of how your life will all work out, what will it become? Jumping a moment when he comes back to the house, you look up at him and smile. Reaching for your hand he kisses it softly and looks over your face.

"I have a beautiful day planned. Shall we?" He asked.

Nodding you were eager. You watched him grab the picnic basket on the outside of the door as you headed toward the docking out back of the home. You look at him and tilt your head.

"You really did plan today out? It really is a beautiful day for something like this." You stated softly looking up toward the sky as you got closer to the private dock.

When you both approached it, he stepped into the small boat, placed the basket down, and held his hand up to help you in, to make sure you were getting into the boat safely. The boat swayed and you got a little nervous, but you knew you were safe. Once you had settled looking around, you smiled sweetly, this was going to be an absolutely beautiful day. Placing your hands in your lap you look over his features as he untied the small boat and pushed it away from the dock.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You nod eagerly and bite your lip, curious as to where he was taking you. This waterway was large, trees draped over it with beautiful pink and white flowers, vibrant green leaves, and swans, everywhere, it was beyond breathtaking. As he rowed the boat, it moved gracefully in the water, the sounds of nature all around you. You can't help but smile.

"This is beyond beautiful." You smile softly.

"Nothing short of the best for you. Would you like to feed them?" He asked.

"Can I?" You ask eagerly.

He reaches into the basket and hands you a bag of bread pieces. "Here love."

Taking the bag you look inside upon opening the bag. You smile wide before tossing some out into the water. The fish below and the swans above move to get what you had tossed. A soft giggle escapes you as you watch them. Turning back to your new husband you smile softly.

"This is absolutely beautiful. I cannot express this enough." you search his face.

Leaning forward he kisses you softly, running a thumb across your lower lip. "You're absolutely beautiful." He smiles.

Flushing softly you glance down before looking back up at him and searching his face. Licking your lips you tilted your head softly. You feel this warm feeling, this warmth of the sun shining through the branches of the trees. It really was out of some sort of fairytale.

"What other plans do you have today?" You asked him.

"Well, how about I go show you." He smiles taking the oars and carefully working his way through the water to the other side of the large lake. You look over him and wonder when he had the time to do this, but he was up far earlier than you were. You smile softly and continue to look around at everything as he works his way through the water and you continue to feed the fish and birds with the crumbles of bread.

When he gets to the other side he moves past you to get out and pull the boat to the shore and helps you out. Looking around it was a meadow-like opening. There were no trails toward the location he was taking you, a small path from the shore to this small opening that was surrounded by flowers of the season, birds chirping, and a soft subtle breeze. It was beautiful, just like everything else. It was a lot to take in but at the same time, it wasn't.

He opens a blanket he pulls from the basket, and paces it on the earth's floor. He looks up to you and holds out his hand for you to take. Biting your lip softly you chuckle and nod joining him on the blanket. Leaning against him you look out on nature and smile. It truly was a vision of your dreams.

He wraps his arms around you and leans in and kisses your neck. "You smell delicious. Is that a new perfume?" he asks you.

"It is. I'm surprised you noticed." You chuckle softly.

"Of course I noticed. I also noticed you are not wearing anything under your dress." He smiled softly.

"Oh, is that so?" You chuckle.

"That is very much so." He smiled as he reaches down and hikes your dress up a bit.

"Are you wanting to do that here?" You ask him.

"Well, why not? There's no one else here, just us… What do you say Mrs. Vronsky?" He smiles looking down at you.

"Well, when you put it that way." You chuckle and turn to look at him you put your arms around him as he moves to have you straddling his lap.

"Oh, you like hearing Mrs. Vronsky don't you?" He chuckles.

Nodding your head you smile and lean in and kiss him sweetly and deeply. He keeps you close as he moves his hands up your back and presses you close to him as he moves to nip at your neck as his lips trail down and he moves to open your dress a bit more so he can kiss your chest. Now and then his gaze looks up as he watches you carefully. Your jaw slacks a bit, feeling his lips on your flesh like that is utterly intoxicating. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper, your body trembles softly. This feeling made your body feel warm and even a little dewy between the legs.

He grips at you, his hands moving under your dress and sliding it up to move it off of your frame placing it next to you both, your nimble fingers move to undo the buttons of his shirt and slide it off him and place it by your dress. Looking over him you smile, your fingers move against his chest before you move your hands to the back of his neck and slide your hands up into his hair, as he leans into your hands and nails a bit as they scrape against his scalp you move your hips ever so slightly. He looks over at you and smiles.

"I want to be inside you." He whispers against your lips as he kisses you deeply.

"Then be inside me." You whisper back.

Feeling him free himself as his hard flesh presses against the front of you, he rubs the tip of his cock against your opening before he lowers you onto him. You drop your head to rest against this shoulder and let out a soft moan.

"Oh, Alexei." You whimper.

His jaw clenches a moment as you wrap your slick velvet-like walls around his sensitive flesh. Growling a moment as he buries his face into your neck.

"You feel so good.." He tells you.

"You feel good." You state back as he helps guide you over his hard member.

You begin to moan a little more feeling him fill you, feeling yourself stretch around his hard cock as you glide along him. Your head moves to hang back as your hands press into his shoulders as you bounce at a steady pace. His hands wander your form, feeling your flesh under his grip, it was soft, it was moldable. He watched your face, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He looked down at you as you pressed yourself down on him. He liked watching the way it looked, how you took all of him like you were made for him.

Moving you to your back, he looked down at you, your hair fanning out as he leaned forward and began to thrust at a quicker pace, the sounds of you both echoed and rolled off the flower petals. He pressed deeper into you, causing you to moan louder, causing you to grip at his sides, your nails dragging across his back, leaving little red welts of love across his flesh.

Dipping down he captured your lips against his, as he moved to grab your hands enterlacing your fingers with his as he moves them above your head, with each thrust you both move against each other, and your moans pass your lips and dance across his. Your tongue finds his as it dances an intimate dance with his, your moans still escaping into him as he thrusts faster into you, but with each thrust, it is soft, with care, with a tenderness of the moment.

He moves from you, kneeling, watching the way he slips in and out of you, watching the way you coat him with a shiny coating of your juices coating his cock, you moan softly your back arches, your flesh against the contrast of the earth was beautiful, it was something he was going to have a forever memory about.

Lifting your hips to his own he growled softly as he continued to thrust picking up the pace as you roll your hips, your breathing picks up hearing his growls, you aren't able to contain yourself. Gripping at the grass above your head and your body bounces with each thrust he gives. Your moans are mere screams. From the grass to your breasts as he thrusts harder coming to a finish for you both he looks down at you and searches you.

"Finish with me." He states.

"Then don't stop… I am so close." You state.

"Of course not, Love." He smirks as he picks up his pace a little more.

His thumb finds your swollen sensitive bud and he begins to rub it the feeling causes you to scream in pure euphoria and tremble as you were not able to control yourself. Your legs are trembling and your walls begin to spasm against him as if milking him for his seed. He growls and moans loudly as he presses himself deep within you and he buries himself and ribbons of hot finish coat your walls.

After a few more twitches of his member, he looks down at you and smiles softly as he slowly pulls from you and moves to lay by your side. He tucks some hair behind your ear and smiles.

"Now, Mrs. Vronsky, you do know that this is likely to happen often on our honeymoon correct?" He chuckles.

Breathily you look at him. "I sure hope so. Mr. Vronsky."

He just stays there, admiring you, reaching into the basket to feed you grapes, admiring your body, you were absolutely beautiful to him, he couldn't stop staring at you. He didn't want to. Ever. Forever his. Forever yours.

#Count vronsky x reader #count vronsky x female reader #count vronsky #count vronsky smut #count vronsky angst #alexei vronsky #alexei x reader #alexei smut #anna karenina #anna karenia smut #anna karenina fanfic #tangerine smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #aaron taylor johnson smut #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson fanfic #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you #VoxMortuus

[nyrasbloodyclover]

a real fucking legacy (a. k. vornsky)

a/n: stop asking why because i REALLY DON'T KNOW. my fav book, my fav fictional man, i am literally an anna karenina bible

I entered the ballroom that glittered with golden lights from the crystal chandeliers. I felt dizzy from all the excitement that was following me throughout the whole day, making sure my posture was perfect, dress unwrinkled and smile bright, just as everybody expected.

It was my third year after I came out into society, and no matter how many balls I attended, each one of them held a special place in my almost empty heart. Especially the ones I went to in the last 3 months.

All because he looked at me. He danced with me. And then decided to sneak out and find a place where no one would see us. We spent hours together on some deserted balcony. He was a good man and as much as I wanted to, he wouldn't lay a finger on me let alone, touch me the way he was wasn't supposed to.

Count Vronsky had many qualities that made him different from other gentlemen I've met, but the one I loved the most was that he was an amazing storyteller. He's seen so much, he's been everywhere and as a girl who practically did nothing my whole youth I was a great listener. He painted landscapes to me with his words and even when he thought some things he said didn't make any sense, I understood it all.

As he was older and much more mature, I made myself remember the way he formed his sentences and try to use it while telling the story of us.

I wore a maroon dress, not wanting to stand out, though the patterns on it were granular.Black lace was covering the edges while the corset was tied enough to make my breathing almost painful. My hair was pinned up, making my scalp hurt, but I somehow got used to all of it.

I saw some of my friends not too far from me, but a tall figure appeared before I could approach them. A younger man. I knew him. His name was Ivan-something and my mother would be delighted if  I decided to marry him. I fake smiled at him as he asked me for a dance. He absolutely blended in with all the other men I knew. I had to say yes. They couldn't suspect me and Vronsky, It was never going to happen, so why make fool of myself?

I inhaled sharply as he took my gloved hand and led me to the center of the ballroom. I loved to dance, but with an awful partner, even life could be miserable. I felt despondent as he spun me around and stepped on my feet continuously. Music ringed in my ears.

Even if I adored this piece, I couldn't stand it at the moment. I looked around and I felt like my gown was blood-soaked. My lungs were bleeding. I needed air. I wanted to go away, far, far away. Everyone was either dancing or talking and smiling, having much better time than me. Everyone except one person. And that person was approaching us right now. His pace was fast and strong and confident, everything I wasn't right now. He looked resplendent. I was counting seconds and begging him silently to end this torment.

He heard and answered my prayers.

Ivan suddenly stopped and I couldn't be more grateful. I wanted to hug my savior and thank him properly, but the only thing I could do right now was smile and slightly nod. Enough for him to understand. Vronsky's eyes went over my figure. His expression was flat but he tried to act polite. 

Ivan and I separated and Vronsky took a chance to whisper something to him. I couldn't make out any of the words, but I could see Ivan't expression change immediately. He tried to act friendly but miserably failed and excused himself. I tried not to laugh at him and couldn't stop wondering what had Vronsky said to him to make him leave without any protest. Vronsky turned to me.

"Good evening," he smiled,  "It looked like he was bothering you?" Did we actually look that bad? I thought I put on a great performance. 

"I don't think it was that miserable. He only stepped on my shoes three times."

Vronsky let out a rich laugh that I adored and It reminded me how much I miss him. I wanted us to sneak out like before. And I wanted to listen to him talk. But most of all, I wanted to dance with him, and feel his touch even if it was minimal. It was the most I'm ever going to get from him.

I took a step closer and he noticed. I wanted him to read my mind and do the right thing. He looked hesitant. Too hesitant. I looked up at him through my lashes and he tilted his head backwards. Not too much, it was the smallest movement but I noticed. 

"I should g—" 

"Ask me to dance," I blurted out.

He practically whipped his head in my direction and I felt blood rushing into my cheeks. If he refuses I'll leave. I'll leave immediately. And die of embarrassment, while we're at that.

He looked like he was fighting with himself, trying to do what he wanted and what was expected of him. But what I said was painfully forward and I should be ashamed of that. And I would be if it was someone else. With him I felt completely different. A moment passed.

"Very well," he said as he reached for my hand.

I tried to hide my face from him because I swear it was the color of my gown. Scarlet — practically maroon.

He placed one hand on my hip as his other took mine and I forgot everything else. 

His touch burned on me as Vronsky held my gaze. His eyes were mesmerizing and I ached to be closer to him in any possible way. He led me through the ballroom as we moved to the rythm of the soft music that was not so irritating now.

His fingers traced the laces on my back, toying with them. I inhaled sharply and he smirked at me, but we didn't stop dancing. I felt like we were the only ones in the entire room—I couldn't see anything except him. And I wanted it to stay that way.

I was dazed for a couple of seconds before he let go of me and stepped away.

I felt empty and for some reason exposed without his body shielding me from the people in the room.

"I'll bring us something to drink." It was a simple offer and it made me realize how thirsty I actually was. I nodded and moved to the side, so I don't bother anyone. My face was burning. Because of him.

Vronsky appeared seconds later with two wine glasses. Smiling up at him, I reached for one glass but instead of taking it like a normal person I managed to spill it all over my dress. I wanted to cry but he didn't look like it bothered him that I was practically ruined now. I tried to not cause a scene but it was hard. That was my favorite dress.

Tears prickled my eyes, but he didn't let me roll in self pity. "Don't worry. We just need to go somewhere more...private and I'll fix this. But look, now the dress completely matches your face." And he left without letting me respond to his comment. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but instead I waited for him.

He came with napkins and took my hand looking awfully suspicious. But I wasn't sure why. 

He looked around and saw that nobody was paying attention to us, though that was unexpected. Alexei smiled like he won the biggest prize and quickly led us through the backdoor of the ballroom. The rest of the house was empty and I swear he could hear my rapid heartbeat along with pulsing in my ears.

I knew what he wanted and where he was going. I was glad I knew his mind so well that he became predictable to me. I knew his desires and dreams and I couldn't help but wish I was one of them.

His white uniform matched perfectly with my much darker dress. Though Alexei was perfectly put together, while I was...the opposite.

We entered some dark room I didn't recognize. It was large but almost empty. It looked like someone's personal gallery. There was a desk in the corner along with some bookshelves. He closed the door. Then locked it. 

My head immediately turned to him, "There is no reason to lock the door, Alexei," I smiled innocently. "We aren't doing anything wrong." 

A moment passed between us. I scanned the shelves and touched the hard spines with golden embroidery. I tried to act like a fool, but I knew.

"We are about to."

And that did it. It made me completely lose my self control as I was throwing away the last pieces of dignity I had tonight. He practically marched towards me and grabbed my neck as he gently placed his mouth on mine. He knew I had absolutely no experience with men, so he was going easy on me. For now.

My whole body was on fire while he almost unnoticeably squeezed my neck. I moaned into his mouth and Vronsky towered over me, leading me back with his body. I was going backwards until I hit the large shelves. 

"Stop me before it's too late," he gasped into my neck. It was intoxicating. Everything about him, about the way he moved to the way he touched me was addicting I wasn't sure I would be able to stop.

"I won't," was all I said, but it made him aware that I was willing to give myself to him completely.

"You said you will take care of my dress," I added, still playing innocent, even if what we were doing was far from that. 

"And I'm planning to do just that," he said as he turned me. I was now facing shelves, my back to him. It gave him complete access to my corset. Which he began to untie immediately. He was skilled with his hands, I realized just now. It made my stomach turn in very unfamiliar way. I didn't know what kind of influence he actually had on me, but I liked it. It made me careless and stupid, but I was in control my whole life. It was nice to give it to someone else now.

Corset was down and my whole body felt hypersensitive for whatever reason. I wanted him to do so many things but I didn't know how to ask or if I was supposed to anyway. So I let him play with me.

"Turn, dorogaya," he whispered from behind and I obeyed. The nickname made me want to grab him and kiss his whole face. Then he went down. "I'm going to make you see stars." 

That was the last thing he said before taking down my skirt and the rest of the undergarments until I was stripped bare in front of him. But I was surprised I wasn't the least bit ashamed. Somehow, this felt completely ordinary with him. I was scared to move. I didn't know what or how to do anything. 

He naturally noticed and smiled, but not in a mocking way. His smile was so sweet I melted. 

"Touch me wherever you want. And however you want. Don't be afraid." That gave me a bit of confidence, so I looked down at him, on his knees. The image before me made me feel things I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I ran my hand through his hair and he closed his eyes, while his eyelids fluttered. 

It seemed like I had the same effect on him. Then I did something that made me question myself. I led his head down, in between my legs and I saw him smirk, but he knew what to do. 

The first time I felt his tongue on me was the closest I'll be to setting myself on fire. I gripped his hair on instinct. 

His mouth was doing wonders to me. I felt every sensation of it through my entire body. My head fell on the shelves and I had to press down a moan. Was this supposed to be this intense? He stopped using his mouth and continued with fingers while continuously kissing my lower stomach.

Vronsky did everything with patience and commitment. I didn't know why I thought this would be any different. I made a noise that sounded painful, but only because he was moving so slowly and torturedmewith his fingers. He shot me a concerned look, "Should I stop?"

"No, no, nonono," I cried out. I felt hard pressure building in my lower stomach and I grew dizzy. He went faster but then stopped and my hips buckled, while I was fighting the urge to do something myself. "Please continue," I pleaded.

"How could I not when you beg me so pretty?" He cocked his head and continued working me much faster this time, but still gentle. He took his time with me, looking at my reactions to certain movements, the sounds I was trying not to make, my face expressions. He knew what he was doing and he did it so well that It actually made me see stars. I choked on a scream as I was trying to catch a breath. My knees buckled and I felt I was closer to the edge.

He switched to his mouth again and Alexei's tongue finished the job. He put my leg over his shoulder to get better access and that completely pushed me.

I finished on his mouth and seconds later went down with him. He held me as I was trying to even out my breathing. "Can we do it again?" I surprised myself by asking.

He smiled down at me, "When you become countess, yes."

#books and reading #books #russian literature #leo tolstoy #anna karenina #alexei vronsky #fanfic #i am suffering #writing #alexei vronsky x reader #alexei x reader #count vronsky x reader

[sleeping-in-the-sky]

what're your favorite headcanons about the infinite blue boys

asdfghjkl thank you for the ask! Apologies this took so long, I love wanting to do multiple hobbies and subsequently not making progress on any of them

Anyway I'm a sucker for domestic mundane things, like the list of random facts VelvetFox posted in this ask, so here are some headcanons for the boys with that same vibe:

(I had some scraps of IB dad headcanons so those are mixed in here too)

Infinite Blue LIs x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.

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Alexei:

Has journals full of thoughts and observations about anything and everything. Some of his writing is illegible and other parts make no sense to anybody but him because it's literally his runaway train of thoughts dumped onto paper. He sticks post-it notes with diagrams between the pages, jots down excerpts from Wikipedia pages, and overall it's not an aesthetic read... But flipping through can give you an idea of how this super genius's brain works.

He also writes about you in these notebooks, albeit they're written in between stuff like the thirty-seven fun facts of siphonophores and his favorite part of last night's dinner. Many of them are things you’ve never even noticed about yourself like the way you hold the steering wheel while driving. This is also where he'll stick date memorabilia, like movie tickets. (this hc was inspired by this fic by @sailxrmxrs <3)

If you two own a saucer chair or some other small round comfy seat, he'll probably fall asleep in it at least once. He curls up, all 5'10" of him tucked in that tiny space. Naturally, his body hurts when he wakes up and therefore he gets a bit grumpy. So next time if you see him dozing off maybe lead him to the couch or the bed so he can stretch comfortably.

Brooklyn:

I want to imagine that he has a closet only for his clothing irons and ironing boards. Like a fucking broom closet and you open it to see that there's those four boards and a dozen irons. These include vintage clothing irons, restored and repurposed. He knows how to use them and take care of them too. Why does this make me laugh so hard.

Clothes shopping. Take this man clothes shopping. Yes, he'll buy you anything but honestly? Even disregarding that it’s a fun time because he would enjoy discussing outfits, and if your taste isn't the same as his business-academia-formal style he could be convinced into trying an outfit you styled, or vice versa. Also he's a total simp every time you step out of the changing room. Need fit pics? He's got you covered.

Something tells me Brooklyn would enjoy snacks and desserts from around the world. He'd love to make them himself (and with you!), but you could just come home with some mitarashi-dango because your local Asian supermarket was having a sale and he's already cracking open the container for the ceremonial-grade green tea leaves.

Leo:

Leo's our favorite gamer guy, but I think he also enjoys jigsaw puzzles whether they be with his friends or you or both. These are the quiet nights where everyone is focusing, intently staring at the puzzle sitting on the coffee table while aimlessly chatting. It's super peaceful, though sometimes time slips by unnoticed and by the time you all finish it's two in the morning.

Does that thing where you put someone in a shopping car, sprint across the parking lot while pushing said cart, then jump on it while it's moving. He does it with his friends, you, and his future kid (albeit with a lot more caution). He really wants to kiss you while he’s doing it too, but maybe not because what happens if he hits a car, or worse, someone else?

While we're on the topic of transportation and kisses, every time you're sitting shotgun and he pulls the car in reverse he'll put his hand on your seat and lean in to kiss you. Every. Single. Time.

Kiss him first. It'll get him flustered. Do it.

Milo:

I want to believe he really likes having his hair brushed. If you ask him about it he'll never admit it beyond a quick affirmative, but anytime you sit behind him and start to gently run the bristles through his tangles, he could feel himself relaxing. It's soothing. He might fall asleep like that.

Milo would own a 3d printer. I have no definitive reasons why. Vibe check says he owns a 3d printer and will print out cool little knickknacks and give them to you without a word because they either help you in a mundane way (like a toothbrush holder), or he'll print out something cute like a tiny frog with a mushroom hat because he likes seeing your face light up.

Or he'll print out something cursed, like that Thomas the Tank Engine bottlecap where the liquid streams out of the eyes. It's a coin toss every time.

Rory:

Was that one kid reading with a flashlight under the covers. Even now that he's older, he likes to get a bed light and read before bed. Sometimes he gets super engrossed in it and you gotta peel that book off him. He’ll complain. Stand your ground. Otherwise he'll be super sleep-deprived and cranky the next morning.

If his future child also turns out to be an avid reader, he'll secretly change out their flashlight batteries. Or get them a night light with some half-baked excuse of, "so you don't turn on all the lights when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and wake the entire house up." Sure, Rory.

Speaking of sleep-related things, he really likes it when you fall asleep next to him/on him. His expression melts into the softest smile and he'll pull you in tightly. If he falls asleep on you, he's the kind to unconsciously hold onto you/must be touching you at all times. He gets really embarrassed about it if you mention this to him. I recommend taking a picture and making it his contact photo.

Tobias:

Has terrible handwriting but an impeccable signature. Don't ever ask him to write the grocery list because it takes forever to decipher his chicken scratch, but he'll sign stuff for fans in one fluid stroke, and that shit looks clean. And yes, he'll offer to sign something for you too.

Loves it when he's chilling on the couch after a long day and you flop on top of him. He'll happily be your teddy bear and let you lay there for hours, the two of you chatting and watching TV while he rubs soft circles on your back. Feel free to fall asleep like that too.

He's the type to enjoy flashy, expensive dates. He takes you out in his sports car to get dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by spectating sports games from the VIP seats. But I also think incredibly mundane things, like the two of you going out just to grab ice cream in sweatpants and hoodies give him a special kind of happiness.

Seeing you sleepily rubbing your eyes as you come to pick him up from the airport is enough to make him giddy.

#im not sure if you were asking for my favorite hc answered by VF or my favorite hcs I wrote myself so uh #both #i present you. both #also for anybody curious the asker in that VF post is me from a sideblog which is for a personal project #i'll make a proper post when im more... confident #and i know what im doing #Infinite Blue #Alexei #Brooklyn #Leo #Milo #Rory #Tobias #headcanons #alexei x reader #brooklyn x reader #leo x reader #milo x reader #rory x reader #tobias x reader #reader insert

[gggoldfinch]

Cherry Kisses

Alexei “Smirnoff” x GN!Reader

A/N: Knee deep into the new season, a lovely anon suggested I repost this after having deleted it a while ago. The new characters are great and all, but I think we’re all missing sweet Alexei right about now

Warnings: gn!reader, no usage of y/n or pronouns, angst & fluff, clumsy make-out sesh, kinda spicy but not really, references to past injury/ recovery, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2,854

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Summary: Several months after saving the life of a charmingly goofy Soviet scientist who’d been left for dead at a carnival, you find yourself with a major crush. You’re afraid to act on it, lest your feelings be unrequited and your actions ruin your carefree friendship, so instead you resign yourself to suffer in silence. Fate has other plans, it seems.

Despite the occasional wince and hand pressed to his abdomen, Alexei’s healing process has come along quite nicely. Quicker than the doctors at the hospital had anticipated, too. In less than a month your new friend had bounced back, pacing bored circles in his hospital room until you'd finally caved and brought him back into the real world. You obliged only when the doctors said it was alright; you'd never seen a more thankful expression from anyone than when you'd tried your best to explain his release from the hospital. 

In all your time alive, you’d never seen anyone so eager and bright and curious as he— not even the most enthusiastic of children. Everything seems shiny and new to the man, his deep brown eyes twinkling with awe at any given moment. It's honestly the most endearing thing you've ever witnessed. Anything there is to explore he's there. His particular favorite spots consist of the Arcade, the Family Video (conveniently next door to it), and the radio store down on Main Street. He always receives odd stares from the kids, teens, and irritated parents at each location, but never seems to let it phase him. In fact, you always take more offense to it than he does, carefully trailing behind him and sending them bitter glares to ward them off. 

Sometimes, when you're not paying attention, his fingers intertwine with yours as he drags you to the next thing that piques his quick-to-wander interest. His warm hand in yours never fails to send the butterflies in your stomach wild. 

Granted, he can’t go many places. Not on his own, at least. Especially not with Cold War tensions running high and a potential hit on his back after valiantly defecting. No— everywhere he goes you go, and vise versa. He'd even become your impromptu roommate after being discharged from the hospital. Apparently, none of his "American friends" (a group consisting solely of Murray Bauman, recluse; Joyce Byers, moved away; and Jim Hopper, recently deceased) where willing or available to take him in. That left you, the guardian angel who'd found and saved him, to look after his fugitive self. Not that either of you ever really minded not going anywhere without the other, being practically attached at the hip from the get-go. However, due to the rather difficult language barrier and lack of proper translator, communication between the two of you is still a continuous struggle. You still don't really even have the full story on what led up to the events of last Independence Day. On the bright side, though, you’ve both come a long way in understanding each other since you'd first dragged him into the hospital that fateful day. Admittedly, he’s advanced far further than you have in the language department— not that you haven’t been giving it your all, of course. It just seems to come much more easily for him. 

Now, you sit together on a park bench beside the sidewalk, shaded by an oak tree overhead, people-watching the early afternoon small-town rush. A half empty lemonade cup sits beside your thigh, where drops of water bead on the sides and seep into the wood of the bench as they accumulate and trickle down. Alexei’s arm is slung casually around your shoulders, fingers absently drawing circles on your shoulder. You wonder if he realizes how intimate such a gesture is. 

He stares off at the pedestrians, cheeks pinched in a small smile as he sips his cherry slurpee through its red straw. Upon hovering at his bedside for weeks, you’d quickly discovered it's his favorite beverage behind Coca-Cola. Nothing can compare the way the colored dye stains his lips bright red, making his grin all the more perfect your eyes. It is a bit of a hassle having to drive all the way out to the far-removed gas station to get him one every time, considering it's the only place nearby that has one of the machines to make the beverage, but you put up with it for the sake of his contagious jubilation. 

You observe him observing the people. He'd blatantly ignored your fashion advice and chosen the most outlandish articles in the stores you'd taken him to, favoring loud patterns and bold, clashing colors. It's actually rather cute, and suits him well. His hair is a little longer than when you’d first met a few months ago, dark curls grown shaggy and even more voluminous. He’s insisted on keeping his face regularly shaven and sideburns well-groomed, though. Your fingers twitch in your lap, imagining how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair and ruffle his curls. Before you know it, you’re lost in another fantasy (a daily occurrence by now)— vividly picturing yourself clinging to him like a lover rather than a friend, holding him, touching him.

You blink back to reality when he tilts his head to look at you, stained lips pulling into a broad smile that illuminates the whole of his handsome face. His wire-frame glasses are slipped down the bridge of his narrow nose, and he swiftly pushes them back in place with his index finger to gaze at you properly. You love it when he does that. 

“You enjoying your slurpee?” you ask with a chuckle, gesturing towards the mostly-empty novelty cup. He fervently nods, offering it out to you for a sip. You laugh and shake your head, gently pushing it back towards him. “You finish it, I have my lemonade.” 

He shrugs, contently mutters an “Okay” and returns to peacefully watching the Hawkins residents pass by. You return to watching him, genuinely pondering what could be going on in that brilliant mind of his as he stares off.

A young couple pass by, no older than high schoolers; you'd heard them coming up from behind before you'd seen them. They giggle and mutter sweet nothings to each other as they stroll along. The girl walks with her arms hugged around the boy's waist, tucked snugly against his side under his protective arm. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, the pair looking joyous as can be and plainly expressing their love for each other to the world. Chancing a glance at Alexei, he seems enthralled— curiously observant of their affectionate behavior. You briefly wonder if such open affection is an uncommon sight where he's from, before turning your passive attention back to the couple. The continue to laugh with each other, the jovial sound only being broken when they move to kiss, fondly pecking each other on the lips over and over as they stroll past, giggling whenever they break. 

You feel odd staring at them so you break your gaze, instead opting to tap your heels on the sidewalk concrete and stare at the cracks where plants haphazardly grow. It’s bad enough to see other couples happy, but feeling Alexei’s arm wrapped around your shoulders is a different kind a torture. You know you shouldn't feel jealous; it's your fault you fell for the man whose life you saved. The burden of your blooming feelings rests solely on your shoulders. You would never want to risk ruining your carefully crafted and nurtured friendship over something that might change your dynamic for the worse. You would never take the initiative, and never find out if your undying love for the goofy scientist is requited. 

A tap on your shoulder draws you from your brooding. You perk your head up to glance at the man. His crimson-stained lips are pulled taut in that impish smile again as he tilts his head to get a better look at you. You feel blush prickling your skin the longer he silently watches you. You wait, anticipating a comment or question in that heavy and distinct (and oh, so lovely) accent of his, but it never comes. Instead he leans closer, free hand lifting to tilt your chin with fingers, chilled by the cool cup he's placed down somewhere. You’re speechless, no more than a hairsbreadth away from touching noses with the man you desire more than anything. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, and from this perspective you can see every detail of his face up-close and personal, from the small scar hidden beneath the nose-piece of his glasses to the flecks of amber in his eyes.

Before you can fathom the events unfolding before you, he leans forward, closing the distance and planting his soft lips on yours. You can feel him smiling against your mouth. Adrenaline buzzes through every nerve and bursts like 4th of July fireworks in your head and the only thing you can think about is how strongly he tastes of sugar and cherries. The feeling is short-lived as he pulls away and releases your jaw from his gentle grip, still smiling like an idiot. When he hums gleefully and amusedly to himself and goes back to sipping his drink, the anguished realization that he may have only been fooling around hits you like a ton of bricks. Fighting the urge to smack him upside the head, you puff up in defense.

“What was that?” you bite out, adjusting yourself to sit facing him. He chuckles and shrugs, then replies in Russian. You can’t understand a word of it and only become more flustered at his complacent behavior. 

“You think that was a joke?” You feel your face growing hot, both with anger and embarrassment. 

You don't intend to be mean, but the abruptness of it has you wired. It didn’t feel like a playful kiss for you, nor do you want it to be in jest. It just makes your heart ache. He furrows his brows and turns to look at you, genuine confusion twisting his gentle features as he retracts his arm from around your shoulders. 

“Joke? No...” he mutters, cradling the cup in his hands. His playful demeanor shifts instantly, and he hunches, shrinking under your fierce gaze.

“Why would you kiss me then?” 

His confusion seems to grow exponentially and his eyes dart away. “They like each other.” He meekly gestures towards where the couple disappeared off to, “I like you. Is that... not what you do?” 

His mouth is pulled into the first real frown you’ve ever seen from him. Even through grueling physical therapy and the healing process of a bullet to the liver he’d never frowned. Your heart twists at his words, and you feel like you've been shot. Had you been wrong? Is this yet another miscommunication? Blush almost as red as his beverage creeps onto his face, beginning at his ears and spreading to his cheeks and nose. 

“You... like me?” you whisper, hung up on that one sentence. You could care less about the rest. The crease in his brow softens as he nods. 

“дa, yes, yes,” he mutters, sheepishly shrugging and shrinking away. "I thought... это было очевиднo." 

You don't quite catch the last part, but his bashful confession is enough proof for any residual distress to melt from your system. He's taken aback when you burst into an enormous smile and throw your arms around his neck, laughing with your nose pressed into the curve of his jaw. The swell of happiness in your heart is almost unbearable. This is quite possibly the happiest you've ever felt, as you delightedly pepper kisses against his full cheek. He manages to wriggle out of your latching grip and place his slushee cup down at a safe distance. He peers down at you with brows furrowed and mouth slightly ajar in what looks like a mix of shock and relief. His dark eyes twinkle with curiosity and you finally feel confident enough to slip you hand up the back of his neck, twirling your fingers around his curls. His glasses have slipped down his nose again and this time you do him the favor of pushing them back up properly. 

"You... like me?" he asks, a slight pout downturning his dyed lips. You lean up to touch your forehead to his, holding him close by the back of his head. Your other hand rests on his chest. 

"I have for a while," you sigh, forehead still pressed to his. "Now, kiss me again." A devilish smile spreads on your face as you bite your lip. A wave of visible relief washes over him as the tenseness in his shoulders dissipates. He giggles joyfully, gleefully obliging your request. His hands find your face and dark eyes flick to your lips— the object of his desire. You lean to meet him halfway, his cherry-flavored lips sealing against yours once more. This time it's more serious (as serious as the man could possibly be, that is), and he puts thought into the way his warm mouth moves against yours. He's gentle and tender, but he doesn't do well to hide his enthusiasm as he fervently leans against you. His hands glide from your heated cheeks to the space below your ears, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. Your own hands remain where they are, one tangled in his heavenly hair and the other sandwiched between your chests, gripping the fabric of his garish striped button-up. 

He briefly breaks and you both take gasping breaths; the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile before he captures your lips again. He tilts his head to get a better angle at you and a light moan is drawn from your throat, muffled against his plush mouth. He just about trembles with excitement under your hands at the noise. With every extra inch he eagerly leans into you, the further you're dipped backward, clinging to him as you're nearly laid out on the bench. His left hand separates from your head to grip the back of the bench, bracing himself so as to not tip you back too far. Your senses are invaded by his intoxicating scent; the cherry sugar of his lips mixed with the warm cologne that lingers on his form makes for a heady combination. Just as your lips part to allow him entrance, the small of your back bumps and subsequently topples something. Your hazy brain racks to think what it could be, when remember—

The lemonade! 

You break with a surprised gasp and twist to find your cup overturned behind you, spilled all over the sidewalk and part of the bench. Alexei peers over your shoulder, resting his chin on the slope of your neck as he surveys the mess. His large hands find your waist and you turn back to him, pouting in disappointment at having wasted the rest of your refreshment. He merely grins and goes back to kissing you, gingerly pecking your smiling lips over and over. 

After a moment you hear a huff somewhere to your left, and look up to see an older woman, frowning with arms crossed as she eyes the spilled lemonade splattered across the sidewalk. Her eyes trail to you in Alexei's arms, both red-faced and staring at her. She tuts in disapproval and steps over the dark patch.

"Delinquents," she mutters with a dramatic roll of her eyes as she passes the pair of you on the bench.

There's a pause as you and Alexei watch her walk away, amused and stunned speechless, before his face pinches in a grin and laugher roars from his chest. You follow suit, crumbling into giggles at the sheer ridiculousness of the event. You hook your arm around his waist to better hide your burning face in the crook of his neck, nestling against his chest. He presses his lips to wherever he can reach—your temple, the shell of your ear, the crown of your head—whispering in his native tongue between every sugary sweet kiss. 

"I still have to sleep on the couch?" he mock-innocently asks in a low, accented whisper, audibly grinning with his lips against your ear. Though you choke out a surprised laugh and swat his hard chest, you can't help but feel pleasurably enticed by the suggestion. 

Your grinning lips find his jaw and give him a quick kiss before slipping out of his hold, scooping up your empty cup in the process. You throw him a playful glance over your shoulder before skipping a few steps away.

"Come on, Lexi, we still have the rest of the afternoon!" you call behind you, laughing at the sound of him scrambling to collect his own cup and follow after you. You deposit your cup in the trash bin beside the sidewalk as you pass it, lingering to wait for him to catch up.

His hand finds yours as he returns to your side, fingers lacing with yours, and you look up at him. His warm eyes watch you from behind askew glasses, sipping through the straw once more. You've never been more overjoyed. Holding his hand feels different now as he cheerfully swings your joined arms. It's real now, and your love is requited. Warmth blooms in your chest, and you've never been more thankful to have gone to that carnival and saved a dying stranger. 

#I used Google translate for that one line please forgive me #reposted after a long time #mwah ily anon who requested I repost this you singlehandedly got my act together #stranger things #stranger things fic #alexei stranger things #alexei smirnoff #alexei x reader #alexei smirnoff x reader #goldfinch writes

[dumbasssimp]

Y/n @ Hopper and Joyce after kidnapping Alexei: i have only known this man for 5 minutes but if anything happens to him, i will kill everyone around me and then myself.

#stranger things #alexei stranger things #alexei x reader #jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things s3

[mermaid-trash]

Russian Into Love - Pt 1

Pairing: Alexei x fem!reader

A/n: (pls ignore the pun title, it was meant to be just a working title but I can’t think of anything better 😭) soooo this is the first part to a slow burn fake dating/marriage thing that I’ve had in my head since watching s3 of Stranger Things, I’m gonna be playing fast and loose with canon and idek if the s4 plot will be in this buuut I’m having fun writing it :)) pls feel free to comment and tell me what you think bc I personally love this and I want you all to love it too ❤️

(All Russian translations were taken directly from google translate so pls don’t attack me, attack mr google instead)

Wordcount: 2.9k

You were certain that you were going to lose your mind. It had been days since you had really looked at the sky, watched the clouds roll by like passing trains, and you were convinced that another day spent staring at the same faded floral wallpaper would be the death of you.

“Y’know, Murray, I’ve been thinking…” You began tentatively, not raising your eyes from the gossip magazine you had been pretending to read for quite some time.

“Sounds dangerous. Try not to do it again.” Murray dismissed without even looking up from the book he was wasting away his own time with. Ignoring his quip, you continued as though uninterrupted.

“I think we should go to California with Joyce and the kids.”

The idea had been playing on your mind for days, ever since you had learned that Hopper was gone. And after 4 days hiding in a motel room with Murray and the quiet Russian scientist, you were desperate for any opportunity to get out and as far away from these four walls as possible. Murray’s head snapped up from the book he was reading in the old armchair in the corner of the room, and Alexei’s eyes left the TV playing Loony Tunes to watch the conversation in interest.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Murray asked, his voice tinged with the familiar condescension that you had come to expect from him.

“Well, first off, if we have to stay in this motel much longer I think I might snap and start killing people. Secondly,” your tone softened slightly, “I’m worried about Joyce, and I think we should try to be close by.”

As Murray pondered your words, Alexei watched you both patiently while waiting for a translation. Murray knew as well as you did that with everything that had happened in the Starcourt mall and the subterranean Russian lab, Joyce had a lot to deal with right now, and while you both knew that she was capable of looking after herself, you just couldn’t stand the idea of her moving away on her own.

“As much as I may agree with you, we can’t go anywhere until Alexei’s green card situation is resolved.” Murray argued eventually.

“в чем дело?” [What’s going on?] Alexei asked, but before Murray could respond to him, you continued.

“Yeah, well, there is an easy way to deal with that. If Alexei wants to.” You said, and Murray’s head snapped up to look at you in obvious surprise.

It wasn’t the first time the idea had been brought up; Murray had mentioned marriage as a solution to Alexei’s citizenship situation on the very first day of your captivity, but it had been dismissed quickly because finding someone to marry Alexei would prove difficult, perhaps even impossible. So, Murray had moved his attention onto finding other ways to solve the problem, whereas you had been unable to stop thinking about it; it was such a simple solution, you were willing and as long as Alexei was too, you could soon see the other side of the motel room door.

“There is. Are you volunteering?” Murray asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“If it gets us out of this room, sure.” You replied, crossing your arms across your chest determinedly and trying to ignore the nervous pounding in your chest.

Murray’s gaze fixed on your face only intensified, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you closely from behind tinted glasses.

“I don’t think you’re taking this as seriously as you should be. Marriage is a big deal for most people, you know.” He explained with a frustratingly soft look on his features.

Wordlessly, you stood from your spot on the garish floral bedding and crossed the room to peer through a crack in the blinds. Both men watched you as you made a show of peering from left to right across the mostly empty car park.

“Nope, just as I thought, there’s no queue of men waiting for my hand in marriage.” You sighed dramatically and flopped back down on the bed, while Murray scoffed at your dramatics.

“Murray, что она сказала?” [Murray, what did she say?] Alexei asked again, and this time Murray answered.

“она предложила выйти за тебя замуж из-за грин-карты. и она хочет переехать в Калифорнию.” [She offered to marry you for your green card. And she wants to move to California.] He explained, and Alexei’s head spun quickly to stare at you, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“если мы поженимся, я стану гражданином США?” [If we marry, I’ll be an American citizen?] Alexei spoke, his eyes never leaving you.

You toyed anxiously with a loose thread on the bedding while Murray explained your idea to him. Alexei’s approval of this plan was the only thing coming between you and your escape from this room, so while being rejected by him wouldn’t be the biggest hit your ego had ever taken, it would mean staying here for longer. With the man that had rejected you.

“да. но вы также будете женаты на ней.” [Yes. But you’ll also be married to her.] Though you didn’t understand Murray’s words, you couldn’t miss the disdainful tone at the end and so you shot him a venomous look. Alexei looked thoughtful for a moment, still staring at you.

“это было бы не так уж плохо.” [That wouldn’t be so bad.] He said finally, and Murray let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, jaw clenched at the sigh of Murray’s glee.

“He thinks it’s a good idea.” He stated, causing your heart to leap. It had been surprisingly easy for Murray to convince him, you thought absently. “I’m not taking you to buy a wedding dress, though.”

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So just a few days later, after what you were sure must be the fastest, most pragmatic wedding ceremony ever held in Hawkins, you, Murray, and your new husband piled into Murray’s van with what few belongings you still had, and set off for California.

You were admittedly beginning to grow nervous about your plan; once you arrived in California, you and Alexei were moving into a small home under the half-correct guise of being a newly-wed couple moving into their first home together, while Murray had found a new base for his own work somewhere nearby. The nervous pit that bubbled in your chest had nothing to do with the prospect of living with Alexei, you had been living with him in that horrid motel room for over a week at this point and despite the close quarters, he had been a wonderful roommate. Instead, your nerves were flaring up the idea of being caught in the ruse you had agreed to live in for the forseeable future. Or at least, until Alexei met someone he wanted to really marry.

But as you watched the scientist eagerly watching the scenery go with his forehead practically pressed against the windows of the van, you felt your worries fade a little. His smile was infectious, and just existing around him was easy, as natural as breathing. Not to mention the fact that his English was improving steadily; faster than your Russian, luckily.

Just then, Alexei turned towards you and caught you staring. His face split into an ecstatic grin that you couldn’t prevent your own from mirroring.

“это так…тепло.” [It’s so…warm.] He said with a small chuckle, gesturing out of the window.

Even though you didn’t understand his words, his joy was simple and genuine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning along with him. You didn’t even realise you had been staring at him until Murray coughed pointedly, drawing both of your attentions to him.

“Now, I know that this is all very exciting, but you two need to remember that to your neighbours, and friends, and coworkers, and everyone except for me and Joyce, you two are married.” Murray reminded for the hundredth time, enunciating his words with annoying precision as though you were rowdy children. He glanced past you at Alexei, and translated. “Вы должны вести себя так, как будто вы на самом деле женаты. Понять?” [You have to act like you’re actually married. Understand?]

With a glance in your direction, Alexei nodded. Murray turned his gaze on you, one eyebrow raised in that universally understood question: well? You huffed, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, sure. Are you gonna give me strict instructions on how to do that? A list of my wifely duties or something?” You questioned snarkily, and Murray tutted in response.

“No, actually, I thought maybe California might melt that icy heart of yours and you can figure out how to be affectionate on your own.” Ignoring your indignant noise, he continued. “Look, I’m not asking you to consummate this faux marriage, just try not to act like our comrade here repulses you too much.” He explained firmly.

“He doesn’t repulse me.” You replied entirely too quickly. Embarrassed heat flared in your cheeks and you ducked your head in the hopes that Murray would not notice; the chuckle he let out told you that he did notice.

When the van finally pulled into the driveway of your new home, set against the late afternoon sky, you hopped out of the back of the van excitedly. It was a relatively small two-story house, with houses on either side that looked like the epitome of suburbia; beige buildings with pristine gardens, even complete with a white picket fence. The mundanity made you want to retch, but instead you focused on your own home and allowed yourself to pretend for a moment that it was real, that it could ever be real for you.

Suddenly, a large hand was in yours, and it raised your hand to Alexei’s lips for him to press a kiss to the back. You stared at him in utter confusion for a second, before he nodded surreptitiously behind him, in the direction of a neighbours house.

In a window at the front of that house, you could see a tanned, blonde woman peering through her curtains, watching your arrival as subtly as she could. Sending her a friendly wave and a smile that you hoped looked genuine, you scoffed lightly.

“Nosy neighbours. Fantastic.” You murmured, mostly to yourself. Alexei watched you with a faint smile, before pulling you eagerly towards your new home.

Together, though no longer holding hands, you explored the house; Alexei was simply delighted by the small pool in the backyard, and you were pleased to find the kitchen already equipped with a fridge and oven. Then you ventured up the stairs and found four doors, behind which were a linen closet, a hideously beige tiled bathroom, and thankfully, two bedrooms, both already furnished with basic double beds.

You glanced at Alexei and he met your gaze with a half smirk, both of you seemingly grateful to not have to share a bed in order to protect your newly-wed image. He entered one of the rooms wordlessly and you entered the other, one with a window overlooking the back yard, and dropped your backpack on the floor at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that slipped past your lips; all things considered, the house was nice. Murray had really showed you some mercy with the two bedrooms, too. You had almost been expecting him to make this as uncomfortable as possible, just to spite you for being a constant thorn in his side.

“Alright, lovebirds, I’m leaving!” Murray called up the stairs, and you stepped out onto the landing to see him standing at the bottom of the staircase.

“Wait, we don’t have any groceries and I’m starving, you’re leaving me here without food on my wedding night?” You asked in faux incredulity, to which Murray rolled his eyes.

“There’s a flyer for a pizza place by the front door, will that be adequate for the blushing bride?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved off his snide comment with a dismissive scoff. “You’re coming back tomorrow though, right?”

“Yes, I’m coming back tomorrow to take you and loverboy to buy a car. Hopefully, that’ll stop you from bugging me to take you places.” Murray replied with another roll of his eyes.

Before you could respond with a quip of your own, Alexei stepped out of his bedroom and onto the landing beside you. He and Murray exchanged words in quick fire Russian, before Alexei nodded, and brushed past you with a gentle smile into the bathroom.

“I just told your dearly beloved to be ready to go at 10am tomorrow. You’d better not make me wait.” Murray explained, waving a finger at you as though you were a naughty child.

“Would I do that?” You asked as innocently as you could, fighting back a smile as Murray began to walk away.

“You would and you have, repeatedly. Don’t make me leave you behind.” His final warning, only intended half jokingly, rang out as the sound of the front door closing signalled Murray’s departure.

Breathing out a slight chuckle, you tried to ignore the ache in your chest that already missed Murray and his quick wit; although you had always argued with him and seemingly done everything within your power to irritate him, you and he both knew that it was all in good fun. After years spent alone, you both had found verbal sparring partners within each other, and the few short years you had lived with him had been the happiest that you could remember.

You remained in place on the landing, absorbed in your thoughts, until the sound of running water reminded you of Alexei’s presence in the bathroom. The realisation that he was there, just on the other side of the dark wooden door beside you, and presumably about to shower, sent a cold jolt though your veins and before you could think about it you were darting away from the bathroom door and bolting down the stairs as quickly as you could.

Since your living room was totally devoid of furniture, you elected to sit outside in the back yard beneath the late afternoon sun as it slowly dipped towards the horizon. Lying on your back on the warm ground, you kicked off your shoes and allowed your feet to dangle in the pool, relishing in the coolness of the water around your ankles as you gently kicked your feet. With your eyes closed, you allowed yourself a single moment of peace and serenity before what you were certain would be a busy week, with your new house to be fully stocked and decorated.

The only thing that signalled Alexei’s arrival by your side was the shadow that he cast over your face, the sudden darkness prompting your eyes to open. He stood, towering above you, with damp curls and that same cheery smile across his face.

For an evil genius Russian scientist, he sure does look friendly, you found yourself thinking.

“Hi,” You said, peering up at him as a smile began to unfurl across your own face.

“Hello.” He said, his accent distorting the word slightly.

Carefully, he lowered himself to sit on the ground beside you, his own feet dangling in the pool beside yours. For a moment he was silent, and you attempted to settle back into the peaceful moment you had found just before, until you were again disrupted by a gentle prod to your cheek.

You opened your eyes to see Alexei, now propped up on an elbow so that he was almost lying beside you, holding a flyer in front of your face. After some squinting, you recognised it as the pizza place flyer Murray had mentioned, for a place called Surfer Boy Pizza.

“You’re hungry?” You asked, tilting your head up towards him. He nodded.

“Da.”

“Alright,” you replied, happy with the simple exchange, and unfolded the flyer to read the menu, “let’s order something then.”

As you were reading through the topping options, Alexei leaned further down over you to point a finger at one of the pictures on the flyer, a picture of a fresh, greasy, pepperoni pizza.

“Say?” He said, looking down at you intently.

As you looked back up at Alexei, his face was cast in shadow from the late afternoon sun behind him, making his features difficult to make out clearly, but you were fairly certain that he was staring intently at your lips. You froze, fixed in place by his watchful gaze. The whole world seemed to stand still for a long moment before you regained the ability to speak.

“P-pizza?” The word came out as a question, and heat flared in your cheeks as he grinned.

“Pizza.” He repeated.

Oh. The pronunciation.

“Y-yeah, pizza.” You repeated, breathing a slight sigh of relief when he finally turned his attention away from you again. “Um. Okay.”

You rose shakily to your feet, the flyer trembling in your grip.

“I-I’m gonna, uh, just, um, go? Inside? And…order pizza? Yeah, um…okay.” And with that, you darted back into the house without a glance back at the man sitting, looking very confused, at the edge of the pool.

The cool indoor air did nothing to soothe the burning in your cheeks after your unbelievably awkward exit, though it was a relief to no longer have Alexei staring at you. The memory of his attention focused so intently on you made you want to curl up in a ball; it had been as though he was the first person to ever truly look at you, and it had made you feel vulnerable in a way you hadn’t in a long time, not even with Murray.

Before you could allow your thoughts to delve too far into what that could mean, you snatched the phone from the receiver and punched in the number with more force than strictly necessary.

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 | Stranger Things Series x DemonQueen!Reader

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Tagging: @preciousbabypeter @mosf13

"No more arguing kid! I stay and you go back to your school. Your mom would kill me if she sees you still here..."

Walking around nervously with some damp towels to make both Hopper and his mom wake up, Will gave you a sassy look which screamed that he wasn't going to do that. Rolling your eyes at him, you carried Hopper bridal style to his bed while Joyce was laying down on the couch. You were amused by humans, and their reactions to many situations were immaculate.

"I'm not gonna leave my mom like that! Besides-"

Will only sighed when he came face to face with school again. Looking around himself to see a glimpse of you, he just screamed at you and your stupid magic.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS AND YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Giggling at his stressed voice calling out to you, you just popped another candy into your mouth gleefully while waiting for both adults to wake up.

"I love making humans angry, they almost look like an angry chihuahua!"

You hummed and plomped back on the armchair Jim had in his house and summoned your book that contained info about all of the creatures in your world and how to stop, contain or train them. Whatever was happening to this town wasn't normal, and it didn't just have anything to do with the monsters popping out randomly.

On the Earth, there were some points, points that have energy circles around them, a high aura of supernatural magic much like the magnetic field of this planet, that attracted many who practice witchery, summoning rituals and so on. Throughout the history, many people tried to learn the exact locations of those points to have the absolute control over the whole world but, they weren't left alone. Every single one of them was protected by an angel and a demon which later erased the memory of the people who got themselves into it so that no one would dare to do the same shits...

But obviously, someone didn't do a great job with this one gate and now you got to protect a bunch of humans.

Seeing that Joyce was stirring on the couch, you straightened up and let the book disappear before waiting on the chair for her to sober up from her slumber. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at you, you could see the hesitation on her face with a tint of... blush?

"If you are wondering whether I did something to you or not, I just read my book and watched you... I-I mean not creepily of course more like 'to-make-sure-you're-okay' kinda way!" Looking at your suspicious rambling with a side eye, she was mesmerized by how... human you acted. She didn't think a demon, as you told them, could be like a shy girl but it was... cute.

You blushed at what she thought and tried to act cool by getting up and pacing around the room. "You know you're right, right? About some shit happening I mean... We need to go and check that place as soon as Hopper wakes up."

Startled at the way you knew what she was worried about, she paced after your form who barged in Jim's room and slapped him awake.

"But how do you know about it? Do you know something we don't?"

"I know a lot of things that you don't... I'll tell you more on the road but here is the summary: there are gates all around the world that opens up to different worlds and one is about to be open again."

*****

"Let me get this straight: You're the DEVIL'S daughter who is trying to protect humanity? Bullshit, I say that's bullshit!"

"Hopper!"

Rolling your eyes at the man on the driver's seat, you wiggled on your seat at the back while Joyce was scolding him for being rude. Getting your cuffed hands in front of you, you leaned towards his ear threatiningly.

"Watch your tounge, boy... Don't think that just because you cuffed me, I can't do something about it..."

Snapping the cuffs which made a scared look settle on his face, you looked at Joyce cheerfuly. "Thank you for defending me, Joyce but I believe he learnt his lesson!"

Sitting back on the seat, you looked at the scenery passing by in wonder. "I told you that I could just teleport us there, this's taking so long!"

But your whining fell to deaf ears since they didn't give a single fuck about you. Sighing out, you questioned whether it was a good idea to reveal yourself to these humans. It was taking too much time and you didn't want your dad's hot breath on your shoulder.

You looked ahead when the car stopped and got out, not waiting for them. Hopper came while grunting and they both tried to open the door which they failed. You came close to the door and inspected it while they were looking at you suspiciously. Again.

"There is some locking spell on this door, I can easily-"

"Oh please, you red horns! Not everything is about magic, now get away so that I can kick it open." With a dead stare, you stepped away and pulled Joyce with you while she was looking at you with curious eyes. Leaning down until your faces were close, you didn't realize how her heart sped up a bit.

"Trust me, his ass is going to be handed to his hands in silver plate and I wouldn't want you to stuck under him and crush-" And that's exactly what happened with a shocked Jim looking at you upside down.

"That's exactly what I said... Now, move your ass so that I can open it!"

Making some hand movements and clicking the lock open when a purple smoke came out of the door, you looked inside sharply, looking around to see some movements. "Purple? Purple isn't good..."

"Why do you look worried, Y/N? Does that mean something bad?"

Shaking your head no to not to worry them, you let your thoughts linger inside your mind. Purple magic meant that it was someone who used to experience the bad side of the magic but either turned good or was at the grey part of the Moon. Neither good nor bad...

Someone else was playing with them like a mouse and that person was probably still here.

Raising your hand and summoning your whip which started to shine a bright red, they flinched at the sight of it which made you raise a brow. "What? I need something to protect myself!"

Shaking their heads, you three went inside while your other copies were with the problematic kids to save their asses.

*****

"Hi, cute sailor! You are pretty smart for finaly decoding it!"

Letting out a silent scream at the voice coming from right behind her, Robin looked at you with wide eyes which turned into a calm blue. Steve staggered back and fixed his hair which made you pout and seeing that a third person was with them, you tilted your head at the kid with a soft smile.

"Hello, Dustin. I see that you also joined the mission now, huh?"

I can finally go to heaven, thought Dustin who was looking at the most beautiful creature he had seen. It felt like rose petals were thrown around you two while you were giving him your number kinda cliche romantic setting... Which made you cringe at his dream and how hard the puberty was hitting him.

"Anywayyys... Since you're getting yourselves in trouble, I need to protect you guys so that you wouldn't get killed-"

"WE'RE GONNA GET KILLED!?"

" How do you even know about the mission?"

You rolled your eyes at their stupid remarks and just took both Steve's and Robin's hands into yours while Dustin was running behind you three. Your touch seemed cold even for a human and it felt like holding a rock. And there was something like a strong supernatural thing around you that made Steve shiver, after learning what was happening in Hawkins, he just knew that you weren't human.

"You aren't what you told you to be, are you?"

Grinning at him and the fact that he wasn't that stupid, you let your red eyes snap which left both of them star-strucked with both awe and fear. "You aren't as stupid as I thought you to be, Steve Harrington... I liked that~"

Running to the backroom of their work place, you started to tell them everything about you. They didn't believe you though, you expected that after all. No one would believe someone when they told them such thing so, with a sigh, your fire engulfed your form and your true form( at least the one that could be seen by humans) appeared which Robin tried to touch your wings and Steve let out a long whistle.

"Oh hush, boys! There are more important things to do right now, and Robin? Please close your mouth, sweetie."

Robin slapped a hand on her face and looked at you with flustered, wide eyes. She couldn't believe that she almost gawked at your gorgeous form, revealing her secret that she kept hidden for so long. But by the glint in your eyes, she knew that you know it by the seductive wink which she blushed even more nervously.

"Hey, Robin! Are you coming or something?"

She shook her head and ran after you three while you changed your form again which Dustin whined at why you changed something so cool.

"Do you want to be caught, sweet boy? If so, then I can change again..."

That shut his mouth pretty quick, you noted.

******

"Why are you so mad at me Hopper? What did I do to you?"

Joyce looked at you upon your question and saw that you were really sad, with the frowning that looked like a toddler's and the downcasted eyes. She didn't know it, but when you touched her shoulder as soon as you guys entered, you saw her memories. Memories of a man dying in front of her by one of the creatures of Hell which was also the reason for your sadness. You knew that if someone was killed by one of them, no matter they were good or bad, they would go to Hell, a cruel rule God has put.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're a demon? The reason of sin?"

"Hopper, don't be like that..." Joyce mumbled. Maybe she was being so soft but you trully didn't deserve this.

"... We were never the kne who told you guys to kill, steal or sin. You were given a free will and some of you chose to abuse it. I think it's not my fault..."

Stopping in his track, Hopper turned to you with a serious look Joyce knew, which meant nothing good.

"It's not your fault? Your father was the one who did all of this! He is the Devil! You want me to believe that he's good or something!?"

"No, I don't but this where you're wrong: Just because my father is the Devil, it doesn't mean I'm just as bad... You don't know anything about me Hopper and if you're gonna trauma dumb at me, please know that I had nothing to do with any of these... " You knew things were hard for him, especially after his daughter's death and you didn't want to hurt him so you just kept your silence.

Hopper was intrigued, to put it simply. Your eyes looked like hell, someone who faced with many things and in a way, it was true. God knows how old you were, you were like a walking history teacher.

And you looked... kinda sweet. With your big eyes, caring nature--even though it irritated him-- your sassiness... He wasn't going to admit any of these though.

Grumbling to himself while inspecting, he suddenly told a few things that made Joyce fidget. Something about her moving away...

"You're gonna leave the town? To be honest, I can understand..."

Rolling his eyes at what you said while he was trying to convince her to stay but he looked in astonishment at what you said after, heart picking its rate faster at how you voiced his thoughts with big eyes. " I know it's hard, you know? Loosing your child, almost loosing your son... I know how it feels like but you have people that cares about you. I mean, you can guess the amount of times I was bullied at downstairs for my traumas..."

Giggling to ease the tension, you were relieved to see that they both smiled at you. Even Jim, who was still adamant on not trusting you was smiling softly at you with those twinkling eyes. Feeling Joyce's soft hands on yours made your heart beat faster and you scolded yourself for feeling like this. It was obvious that Jim loved her and you weren't about to get in the way and make him hate you even more.

It was when a sound echoed around that you all parted your eyes away from each other. Looking behind himself with a hand in front of both of you, Jim took his gun out and walked deeper inside the facility. Ordering you to stay back and protect Joyce while he went to look around, you couldn't reach him in time and stomped your foot in the ground angrily, messing with your hair.

"You humans, and your tendencies of acting like a hero!"

You cursed the shit out of Jim when you found him laying on the ground even more but grabbed your head in pain at the ringing in your ears.

Your superiors were ordering you to come back to the Heaven Grounds.

******

"How the hell did I get here..."

Getting the painkiller and water for him, Joyce sat next to Jim who chunked it down hastily. "It was Y/N... I'm telling you she's so strong that she carried both you and me here, I mean she technically teleported us here but she took care of you..."

Grumbling under his breath, Jim made a note to thank you later while changing his clothes. But upon seeing you nowhere, he looked at Joyce with a raised brow.

"Where is the two horns? Did she run away or something?"

"No... After dropping us here, she said she had to go and came back later but then went away again... Said something about praying... I guess?"

And it was true, not that they knew it. You had a talk with the Heaven, not a pleasant one and stomped away from them. They thought that you weren't doing your job when they were the ones who sat back and watched as shit went down.

" Don't get yourself attached to humans, sister... Who knows what woul happen to them, like what happened to the last human you cared about~"

You wouldn't let anyone get in your way to protect humans, protect Will... your perfect vessel...

But it seemed that, the Mind Flayer and whoever was behind controlling it, weren't stopping any time soon when Will prayed to you hastily.

Please come Y/N, I need you to help us... It's urgent...

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Alexei Blurb

Stranger Things

A/N: bro idk, I just thought of it so I wrote it. it's short and nothing much, might do more of this guy later. can you tell im in season 3 of my rewatch? xoxo

You were sat in the back seat of the yellow convertible as Hopper and Joyce argued in the front seat, eyes scanning over the Illinois map that had been bought back at the gas station. Alexei was sat next to you, cuffed hands holding onto the large Slurpee he had gotten back at the 7/11. A few moments later the man said something in Russian, gently elbowing you to get your attention. You looked over at him in confusion, frowning a bit.

"I.." You sighed, folding the map up carefully and wedged it under your leg so it didn't fly away.

Alexei repeated what he said again, eyebrows furrowing.

You blinked, staring at the man blankly. "I don't... Nyet? Nyet, no." You shook your head, your expression apologetic.

Alexei shook his head before pointing at a bracelet you wore. It was something El had made for you, a thank you for helping catch her up on learning so she'd be able to attend school some day soon under her new alias.

The man grinned to himself, speaking again before laughing quietly. He shook his wrists before looking between your bracelet and his handcuffs. "Yours looks better than mine."

A smile tugged at your mouth when you realized he was trying to make a joke before you snorted a laugh, leaning back in your seat.

"You get?" Alexei's accent was thick and you looked over at him in surprise at the sudden broken English.

"Uh, no.." You shook your head before glancing at Hopper and Joyce. "But once we get there you can... tell me?" You grimaced a bit as Alexei stared at you in confusion before it turned into one of defeat.

"Will you two shut up?" Hopper snapped, glaring at you in the rearview mirror. "He's the enemy here, Y/N!"

"He's just a guy, Hopper!" You snapped back, returning his harsh stare. "Do you really think he wanted to be some evil scientist?"

Hopper opened his mouth to respond before Joyce gave him a warning stare, his mouth snapping shut with a grumble. The car ride was quiet for a while before you turned to Alexei, trying to think of what the two of you could do to keep busy.

"..Patty cake?" You looked at him questioningly, and Alexei frowned.

"Patty...cake?" His accent was thick as echoed your words, turning towards you in his seat.

You held up your hands to him, starting to make the motions in the air of the ageless game. The man gasped in realization and grinned, fully turning towards you so the two of you could play.

"Are you fucking serious?" Hopper turned his head around to glare at the two of you before quickly whipping around back to put his eyes back on the road.

"You're just mad that he's also a person." Joyce spoke up, turning around in her seat to watch the two of you. "Please! Play!" She motioned her hands, smiling at the two of you.

The two of you hesitantly started to play, Alexei trying the best he could considering the handcuffs.

"Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man-"

Alexei was singing the tune in Russian, wide smile across his face.

"It's pat-a-cake." Hopper interrupted the two of you, glancing back again.

"Pat-a-cake?" You and Joyce looked up, and you arched your eyebrows.

"Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake.." You mumbled to yourself, doing the hand motions. "Oh."

Hopper smirked, leaning back in his seat as he looked at the road ahead. Joyce scoffed and turned back around, staring out the passenger side of the car.

You and Alexei shared a glance before you turned towards him, the two of you quietly going back to your game.

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Stranger Things Preferences

Their Pet names for you

(Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry)

A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these so if you'd like to be tagged in them please let me know in the comments :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it!

Steve Harrington

Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It’s not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he’s most comfortable using the shortened version of your name, but the amount of affection he would put into it would still make you melt. If he’s being especially flirtatious you’d even occasionally get doll, he doesn’t miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.

Eddie Munson

Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let’s not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn’t call you his little Rockstar.

Billy Hargrove

Billy’s pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you're alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shows a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all soft of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he’s trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his was back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, “Come on sweetheart, you know you can’t stay mad at me.”

Jonathan Byers

This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he’s too lost in the moment to think about what he’s saying. He’s pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he’s chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of this list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would tell you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.

Dmitri Antonov

While this man’s English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There’s something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include котенок (kitten) and моя любовь (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Jim Hopper

Let’s not pretend like for a goooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He’s a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn’t throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it’s right. When it’s just the two of you and you’re sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.

Alexei

Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn’t matter if his English does eventually get better. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include голубь (Dove) and Милый (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans also use Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it’s one of Alexei’s favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei’s face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.

Murray Bauman

I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He’s still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he’s not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet name that might cross some invisible line he’s set up for himself. He refers to you as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks or personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don’t think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he got home, “Honey, I’m home!”

Robin Buckley

Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.

Argyle

Okay so we all know this cutie is not gonna call you any conventional pet names unless he’s sober which is almost never. You’re going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you’re definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as “my queen” when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said “My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants” he couldn’t understand your reaction as you couldn’t thing of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.

Henry Creel / 001

I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of “My little...” whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.

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It was this gnawing feeling, this feeling of dread, sorrow, a pain in his gut he couldn't shake. Watching you go as he leaned against the window frame, he knew where you were going. He knew, he just had this gut feeling that he couldn't quite shake. It ate at his heart, it ate at his brain, it was like these cogs and wheels working, but not in a way of rationality. His thoughts were completely irrational. Looking out that window as your carriage vanished into the thick fog of the dawn, he felt so lost, so angry. He wasn't happy, and not happy may be quite an understatement.

Placing a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips he grabbed a match from the fireplace and lit it. The smoke bellowed above, tossing the match into the fire he turned to see his mother sitting at the table.

"She does not have love for you anymore, Alexei." She stated. Her tone appeared caring, honest, maybe even having pity, but it was just because she didn't like you.

"She must love me. That is my wife, she must." He stated he didn't seem demanding about it, he seemed sad, heartbroken even.

"But she does not. She will never love you as she loves him. What married woman is happy with her husband? She has grown bored of you. Had she not she would not go to him as she does." She points out.

His heart, if it was a glass a cat had pushed off the counter it would have shattered. He only hoped that you were as enraptured by him as he was about you. He looked up at the wall, the painting of you seemed to be watching. He closed his stormy blue eyes and looked back at his mother.

"She does love me. I know it to be true. You speak lies, like a snake in the garden." He snapped and walked to the table and had taken a sip from the slightly sweetened tea he had poured only moments before your leaving. Sitting there he tapped his smoke against a small crystal ashtray and his mind became overrun, thinking of everything his mother had stated. Thinking of those possibilities. What were you doing? Were you spreading your legs for him? Was he satisfying you? Were you unhappy with him? Did you not love him? Did you grow bored of him? He rubbed his lip a moment as he took another drag before looking at his mother.

"When she comes home, I will settle this." He stated. Taking the cup and his almost-gone smoke and had vanished to the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed after putting the cup on the bedside table and looks over your side of the bed. It was too much, these feelings he had, it was like they were just bubbling up, ready to overflow and put out the fire that kept the pot lit. Feeling the stinging in his nose from the slight anger he ran his hand through his curly blonde locks and his jaw clenched as he put his smoke out in the ashtray and grabbed his clothes for getting dressed before he slammed the bedroom door.

His mother had heard the slam and had made her way to the room. Letting herself in she looked over him and sighed. "I just want what is best for you."

"I said I would take care of it. I do not need your help. She is my wife, not yours." He sort of snapped.

"You are right, she is your wife. And your wife is off with another man, spreading her legs and enjoying her time away from you. So how are you going to handle that Alexei?" She asked.

"I will take her away from here. I will take her far away from everyone. Including you." He snapped. "Now if you do not mind, I am getting dressed. Go find something else to bother." He snarled slightly as he escorted her out of the doorway and closed and locked the bedroom door.

Looking out the bedroom window and looking over the garden, he watched the flowers bob from the heaviness of the heads that were filled with the morning dew. It was something so simple, and yet even looking at their beauty, he saw you, he saw your smile, your smooth skin, your curves, he saw how your hair fell, that glow in your eyes when you were happy. You had to love him, why was he questioning it? Why was he standing there, looking out on those flowers questioning if you loved him?! With a clenched jaw and a knitted brow, he threw open the closet door and grabbed his attire for the day.

After fastening the last button on his coat, he makes his way back to the kitchen- it's like he doesn't want to acknowledge the other parts of the home without you here. Feeling lost, and one track minded. He didn't like that you were gone, it loomed over him like a dark cloud heavy with rain looms over the dirt countryside roads. He needed to know where you were going. He needed to know what you were doing. He needed to know what you were saying. Were you tired of him? Were you unhappy? It just gnawed at him like a beaver gnawing on a log.

Why was this even a feather of a thought? It's not that he didn't want you to have friends, it's just, why did they have to be male friends? And even then, it wasn't the idea of male friends that bothered him, it was the embedded, plated thoughts from the snake in the garden that made him believe that you were unhappy, that you were not in love with him any longer, that you were looking for a way out of this relationship. Well, that was going to be nipped in the bud right away. There was going to be no second-guessing it, not after this.

He decided to gather himself a little more and decided to head out to find you. He had these questions that needed answers. He turned to look at his mother who was still there. "Watch the house while I am away. We will be gone for a while." He states. His mother went to speak but before she could retort with a comment he was out the door and off to the stables.

After a few hours of looking and getting a general idea of where you were he stopped, getting off the carriage he approached, standing a good distance behind as you stood there, talking to another man. Oh, this did not sit well with him, but he watched and observed. With a lick of his lips and a look of heartache, as you touched the other man's face, he couldn't help but feel that slithering snake of a mother of his was right.

The more he watched, the more you laughed, the closer this man seemed to be getting to you, and the more it climbed up him like ivy claiming lattice fencing. This green envious monster coils around his every nerve, his nostrils flair as he walks toward you and clears his throat, but you don't pay much attention until he grabs your arm and pulls you to him.

You gasp and look over his face. "My Love, what are you doing here?" You ask him.

"I could ask you the very same." He states. His stare was cold, his stare pained, and his stare… it bore into you like a hot glue gun into plastic.

"I am just out with a friend, we do this every week. It means nothing." You state honestly.

"Does it? Does it really mean nothing? You were touching his face, and laughing with him like you do with me. Do I not make you happy anymore? Have you grown bored and weary of me?" He asks you with a small shake in his voice almost as if holding back tears.

"Of course you make me happy, why would you ask such a thing?" you respond back looking into his stormy blue hues.

His jaw clenches and he looks at your friend and back to you. "We are leaving." He states as if dismissing you from your date with your male friend.

"What? No. Alexei, no." you stated.

"I do not know him, nor do I like how you were touching him, we are going somewhere. You'll like it. Get in." he states and gestures to the carriage.

"Alexei, no." You state firmly.

He clenches his jaw and looks over you. "Do not make me put you in there myself. Now. Be a good wife, and get in the carriage." He snarls lowly.

Licking your lips you look over his face and let out a slight breath before getting into the carriage. Feeling the shake of the carriage from the door closing. Placing your hands in your lap you look down, studying them a moment before you close your eyes almost in defeat, and wonder where he is taking you. It was clear he wasn't taking you home. Why was he suddenly acting this way? What was it that made him feel like you were unhappy? You began to study yourself, you even began to question yourself. But why? His actions alone.

His actions just then made you question if this was really where you needed to be. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that maybe he was seeing something you were not seeing. Were you really happier with your friend than you were with him? Was he not seeing how much you loved him? Were you really doing something bad? You turn back and look at him as he stops the carriage and climbs into the back of it with you as someone else takes over. Someone he had paid to drop you both off and take the carriage back to the house.

You sit there, in silence, and you study him, you study his face, his eyes, how his jaw twitches, how his brow knits, how his eyes seem to be full of sorrow, and maybe is that hate? You look down, and you think about all you've done, but you can't help but shake your head. You love this man, and he was blind to false things. Was there a way to fix it? Was there a way to get him to see that you love him just as much as he loves you?

"Where are we going? There is nothing for miles." You point out looking out the little window of the carriage door.

"We're going someplace secluded." He states.

"Secluded? Whatever for?" You ask with a slight bit of worry in your tone.

"Enough with the questions, you will see when we get there." He states, short in his tone.

You lick your lips and hike a brow before looking back down at your lap and letting out a slight sigh. You feel this could get problematic.

By the time you get to where you were going, the sun had already set and come back up. You look over his face as he offers to help you off the carriage. Your jaw clenches and you shake your head.

"Are you serious? Why are we here? We are days away from home at this rate Alexie." You point out.

HE shakes his head and looks at you and looks over the country home before looking back at you. "You will survive. This is for a reason."

"THIS IS ABSURD!" You scream. The only thing you cause to stir is birds out in the field. Your jaw clenches and you look over him shoving past him and heading toward the inside.

He sighs slightly and shakes his head, he isn't expecting you to understand. Rubbing his brow a moment he looks up at the gray skies and then over on the vast rolling fields of nothing. A small smile creeps across his face as he listens to the front door being slammed. Another soft sigh escapes his lips as he heads toward the house.

Upon walking in he looks around and spots you standing there in the living room. As he walks toward you to join you, you turn and look at him.

"What is all of this about?" You ask.

"You need to see how much love I have for you. I cannot do that back there." He stated honestly.

"So you isolate me?!" You raise your tone.

"Yes! It keeps you away from another man touching you!" He snaps.

"NO ONE ELSE IS TOUCHING ME!" You snap back.

"HOW DO I KNOW?!" He steps closer to you.

"No. You don't get to ask me that question! How do you not see that I love you!? I have always loved you!" You snarl as you step forward challenging him.

"Well, I suppose now you can show me just how much you love me as I show you how much I love you." He stated coldly.

"Don't be so pigeon-livered." You growl to yourself. "You're being a floozer Alexei. What has ever gotten into you?" You ask him.

"Are you really going to throw insults at me? Pigeon-livered? Floozer? Do not." He grips your arm and pulls you close. "Do not cross me."

You shove him and look over his face. "Or what?" You ask with a tightly knitted brow. "What are you going to do?"

Stretching his neck from left to right he licks his lips and his jaw clenched.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" You snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He snapped back. He began to pace. "All I ever do is shower you with love and attention, I do nothing but prove to you how much you mean to me. I make sure you always put your best forward. And you do this. Run off with another man doing god knows what." He states.

Crossing your arms over your chest you stare at him a moment and blink a few times. "Are you blinded by your own selfishness right now? Can you not see past your own nose? I am not laying with another man Alexei! I have never laid with another man!" you snap.

"HOW DO I KNOW THAT?!" He snaps. "How do I know that?" He asked you. A complete and utter look of defeat sprawled across his features.

Walking to him you slap him across the face. Not once, but twice. Reaching forward he grips your throat and moves you through the house. Kicking open a door he shoves you into the bedroom and starts to unbutton his jacket. Looking over you his eyes hungry. His snarl was fierce, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear the bones grinding and you could feel the flex of his jaw. You try to shove past him but that wasn't happening.

"What are you going to do rape me Alexei?" You ask.

He scoffed and looked over at you. "Do you think that little of me? Strip." He demands.

"No." You cross your arms. At this point, you were fighting him to fight, how far could you push?

"I said strip!" He demands again. Walking to you he spins you around and starts to untie your skirt.

Layer by layer you fight, until you are both stripped down to mere thin layers. Tears staining your face, you look over him and shake your head, a small thumping sound of your heart feeling like it was echoing in the room.

"All I have ever wanted was for you to love me. You have to love me, you must love me." He states. He steps closer to you, looking over you he grips your face and pulls you near. "You will love me. You will." He states firmly.

Scared at this point you cannot find your words. He presses his lips to yours and at first, you give in, you cave, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply, lovingly, longing for that affection he wanted to give you, but then you start to push away, saddened by the fact that he couldn't believe you, that he had no trust in you.

"No…" You start to push away, but you didn't want him to at the same time, it was this conflicting feeling.

"Do not tell me no, you want this…" he points out as he listens to your breathing.

You have no means of responding.

"I'm not taking that as a no." he states.

You give him a cold stare, looking over his face, his lips press against yours and you shove him back, and he throws you to the bed. You bounce once before he climbs on top of you and looks you over. He tilts his head and looks over your face and takes your wrists and places them above your head and looks over your face intently.

You attempt to wiggle free but he hovers over you, his body pressed against yours. In one hand he has your hands gripped together, in the other hand hikes up your skirt, he looks over you, and he leans in and nips at your lips. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you close your eyes. Shaking your head you begin to breathe heavier. It felt good, his hands on you, it always felt good, but there was this sense of fight that also washed over you.

As his lips found your neck he kissed up your neck to your jaw, finding your lips. While you loved his affection, you were terrified. Literally scared of him.

"Get off of me." you demand.

"Let me show you. See how much I love you." He takes your hand and places it on his hard cock. "This is how much I love you." He states.

You pull your hand away and turn your head in another direction. His senses overwhelm him, and unable to control himself he groans softly as he presses himself against you. You turn your head away from him, maybe checking out, but at the same time ever so present in this moment. As he thrusts himself into you you take in a deep breath. A whimper leaves your lips as a groan leaves his.

Looking over you he observes your features as he turns your face to look at him, leaning in he kisses you again. And it was then you cave, just a little. Your lips pressed against his, your hand moved up his arms to his hair and you pull him closer. Your hips roll against his thrusts and you begin to whimper against his lips. The feeling of him against you was something you always loved. Truthfully you never questioned this man's love for you. But you were conflicted because of how he was coming at you. You didn't know if you should fight him, or cave to him a little more.

The more he thrusts the harder he becomes in his motions, the more you fight. But the more you fight, the more he growls, it was a conflicting feeling all over again and you aren't sure what to do, it was overwhelming. You push him away, shoving him but he pulls you closer.

Feeling your body flush against his you let out another soft whimper. You move your hands to his shoulders as you feel him thrust deeper into you, your moans escaping you were almost pained but yet pleasure-filled. Your hips rolled against his as he continued to thrust with a fever. He pulls you even closer to him, pulling you into his lap as he guides you along his stiffened cock, nuzzling into you, nipping and biting at you.

The moans fill the bedroom, bouncing off the windows and the walls, and while you might be fighting him because of his choice of actions, this man was your life. You kiss him deeply as you both moan in pure pleasure. Your bodies collide in such a raw motion. Thrust after thrust, grunt, and groan after grunt and groan, screams of pure euphoria leaving you both. It all came to a halt with a trembling body-shaking finish, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you as hot ribbons of seed coat your velvet walls. He snarled against your skin, and you bring a hand across his face, and you begin to cry.

Holding you close, he looks down at you, smoothing your hair he presses his face against you.

"Shh… now now, everything is alright. I love you, so much." He whispers. "You have to love me back, you just have to." he says softly.

"I… I do love you, Alexei. I do. I wish you would see that." you say between sniffles.

He holds you close, nuzzling against you. "Shall we draw you a bath?" He asks.

Nodding your head he looks over your face and nods. "I shall draw you a bath. Think about what I said." He states.

"Are you isolating me? From everyone?" you ask as he gets up and slips his pants back on.

With a firm stare, he looks over you. "I am, and it's for our own good. You won't be seeing him, we will stay here as long as it takes." He states truthfully.

And like that, your heart becomes conflicted, you love this man, but you feel scared of this man… but then you look at him, and you don't feel afraid anymore. You just want him to see that you do love him. It's conflicting, and it's terrifying, you love him, but is it true? Staying here, you're only choice is to grow to love him. But that's been his goal all along, for you to love him, and for him to show you in so many ways how he loves you.

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #Count vronsky x reader #count vronsky x female reader #count vronsky #count vronsky smut #count vronsky angst #alexei vronsky #alexei x reader #alexei smut #anna karenina #anna karenia smut #anna karenina fanfic #tangerine smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #aaron taylor johnson smut #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson fanfic #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you #VoxMortuus

[biscuit-789]

Alexei - Enemy

Pairing: Alexei x Bauman Reader

You sat on your sofa, eating a bowl of cereal while your father talked to whoever was at the door. From what you could here, both Joyce and Hopper were on the other side.

“Dad, just let them in…you’re irritating me,” You snapped.

“Let them in? They possibly carried the enemy right to my front door!” Murray yelled.

“It’s Joyce and Hopper, would they really compromise you in such a way?” You stood up, setting your food down.

“I’m sure Joyce would do anything for her children…and so would Hopper,” Murray walked over towards his gun cabinet.

You sighed and walked towards the door. No one ever got to come out to visit you, so you were willing to let anyone in at this point. Even if they were a burglar…at least it would be someone to talk to.

“Joyce! Hopper! Random guy!” You cheered, opening the door.

The man with them smiled at the joy in you voice, as well as the smile on your face. He wasn’t sure who you were, but you were definitely better than Hopper and Joyce at the moment.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?” Murray yelled, running towards the door with a gun.

“I’m inviting our guests in,” You opened the door further, letting the three walk in.

Joyce kindly thanked you, as well as the random man she was with. That was his first mistake considering her spoke Russian.

“I knew it!” Murray yelled, pinning the man to the wall with a gun.

“Alexei is a friend! A friend!” Joyce yelled.

“Dad, come on…he’s not doing anything wrong,” You said, grabbing the front of the gun and moving it.

You father only scoffed and walked into the living room. It was a wonder how your mother chose to be with him considering the way he acted some times. Looking towards the man, you gave him a small smile as an apology. While doing so, you looked him up and down, as you noticed how attractive he was.

“What do you guys want?” Murray asked.

“Translation,” Hopper said, pushing Alexei to the sofa.

You rolled your eyes at Hoppers anger, while walking to get everyone something to drink. It was clear that everyone looked exhausted.

“Drinks?” You asked, as you handed out water bottles.

“Thank you,” Joyce smiled.

Once you were done, you took a seat across from Alexei. You began to stare him down, trying to pick up on movements he makes. Your father always taught you to look for repeated actions, as it could mean they were nervous and up to something.

“Why is she staring?” Alexei asked.

“Because she can,” Murray snapped.

Alexei seems to be nervous for a split second, but that instantly seemed to go away. It was as if he realized, at that moment, that whatever he had to say was clearly valuable. That being said, about an hour into questioning, he refused to answer unless he got a cherry slushy.

“This is ridiculous,” Hopper snapped, as he left to go get one.

It was a decently long drive and considering it was already night, Hopper wouldn’t be back until morning.

“I’ll sleep on the couch and watch him if you wanna take my room, Joyce,” Murray said.

“No, I’ll keep watch…take my room,” You said, interested in talking to Alexei alone.

“I’m not leaving you alone with the enemy,”

You looked at your father straight in the eyes before reaching down into the couch to pull out a revolver. He had no idea you kept weapons in the couch.

“Alright, fine….but remember what I taught you,” Murray looked at Alexei.

“If they try anything, don’t kill them…only hurt them badly enough to talk,” You said in Russian, while smiling at Alexei.

Alexei was shocked when you spoke, but he kept his composure on the outside. It wasn’t until both Murray and Joyce were in bed that he decided to talk to you.

“You are quite beautiful,” Alexei said, face turning red.

“You’re not to bad yourself,” You replied, getting up to sit next to him.

“Do you think you could get these cuffs off?” Alexei held up his hands.

“We’re you trying to butter me up just to get the cuffs off?” You leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

You could hear Alexei swallow, as he shook his head. Something about the way you talk and looked at him was very nerve racking.

“So you do think I’m beautiful?” You asked, climbing on top of him to straddle his lap.

“Yes,” Alexei was now more nervous than he had been in days.

Smiling, you pulled Alexei in for a kiss. The kiss lasted longer than expected, as it was more amazing than you could’ve ever imagined.

“Now why would and American be so into me?” Alexei asked, getting a grip on his nerves and pulling away.

“Have you seen yourself in a mirror?” You smirked, pulling him back in for another kiss.

As the kiss got more heated, Alexei brought his cuffed hands up above his head and slid them down over your head and to your waist. He proceeded to pull you as close as possible, allowing you to feel the metal digging into your back.

“That’s very risky…what if someone comes down here? You will not be able to let go of me quick enough,” You smirked, as you pulled away and leaned your forehead on his.

“Maybe I don’t want to let go,” Alexei smirked back.

“Maybe you should,” Murray snapped from the stairs, while pointing a rifle at Alexei.

Alexei quickly removed his arms from around you, as you climbed off of him. Turning towards your dad, you gave him a small smile.

“Are you kidding me?” Murray asked.

“What can I say…they brought a pretty attractive ‘enemy’ into our home,” You laughed nervously.

#stranger things #imagine #season 3 #alexei x reader #murray bauman #jim hopper #joyce byers

[simping-overload]

heyo just letting yall folk know I do write for stranger things now, so if you have any rqs and send them my way :)

I write for Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jim Hopper, Alexei "Smirnoff", Dmitri Antonov, Murray Bauman and 001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/Vecna

I write for male, gn, nb, and other lgbtq+ readers

the only readers I don't write for are fem and fem alligened and would prefer that those readers don't interact with me, it makes me very uncomfortable and if you do follow you will end up being blocked

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[sleeping-in-the-sky]

Infinite Blue Headcanons - Kisses

What do you get when you take this IB ask and run wild with it? This. Infinite Blue LIs x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.

Milo - Hands: 

Milo likes holding your hand. It’s casual, non-obtrusive, yet intimate enough that he feels connected to you.

It’s become a habit for him to mindlessly stare at your intertwined hands, comparing the size of your fingers to his, taking note of whatever moles/bumps you may have on your skin.

You notice him doing this yet again during movie night, so you lift his hand to pepper kisses - on his fingertips, then his knuckles, then his wrist.

“What, are you trying to seduce me?”

Milo’s tone is deadpan, but you can tell he’s pleased.

As he uses his free hand to brush the hair out of your face, you can see that he’s wearing a faint smile. 

Alexei - Cheek: 

Alexei’s cheeks, like the rest of him, are soft. They have flecks of acne scars, like trophies won from stressful days at work, and pinching them between your fingers will usually garner a soft giggle from him, although if you do it too much he’ll squirm away. 

It was probably a spur of a moment kind of thing - he was relaxing on the loveseat, doing research on the behavior of wild hamsters when out of nowhere his phone was plucked right out of his hands. 

His expression is quizzical, but before he could ask what the matter was you cup his face in one hand, lean in and place a kiss on his other cheek. 

When you pull away you’re greeted with a spellbound Alexei, cheeks rosy and looking up at you lips parted in surprise. 

If you do it again he’ll nuzzle into your hand like a cat, warmth crawling up his skin.

Tobias - Chest:

Tobias has a tendency to sleep shirtless on hot summer nights. He likes the feeling of blankets and sheets against his bare skin, plus he knows his abs look good even while slumbering.

Not that you’re complaining.

Sunlight filters through the window and eases you awake, and it’s no surprise when you lift your eyelids to find yourself in Tobias’s embrace ‘cause that man clings onto you like a damn koala when he sleeps.

As you shift and move in his arms he starts to stir, and in a half-asleep state you turn to press your lips against his chest, close to his heart.

Partially coherent Tobias doesn’t have the brain cells to make any flirty remarks. 

Instead, he breaks out into a sleepy soft grin and pulls you closer so he can kiss you properly to reciprocate.

“Morning, babe.”

I hope you didn’t have any plans for the day, cause you’re not leaving the bed for at least another hour. 

Leo - Neck:

Leo loves PDA, so if you’re dating him you’ll have to get used to spontaneous kisses. 

You two are holding hands? He’ll kiss your knuckles and joke about how he’s your Prince Leo. Is his arm slung over your shoulders? He’ll pull you in to plant one on your temple.

It’s kind of like how a dog automatically wags its tail whenever it’s happy- you being in close proximity triggers his physical affection switch.

So why not do it back?

The thought comes to you when he’s giving you a piggyback ride, and so you trace the skin at the base of his neck where there’s a faint tan line before kissing it.

Leo laughs. It’s an airy sound that’s music to your ears, light and warm like sunshine.

He’ll get back at you if you keep doing it,  dropping you to the ground and chasing you around until he tackles you, both of you breathless and giggling.

Brooklyn - Jaw:

It’s become a sort of tradition for you two that on mornings where you both had an empty schedule, you would set the kettle on the stove, Brooklyn would select a vinyl to play on his vintage record player, and together you two would make breakfast.

On this particular morning, the sky gave blessings in the form of a pleasant rainfall and as you waited to make your tea Brooklyn took your hand and pulled you into a slow waltz.

Reaching up you draw circles against his cheek with your thumb and brush a kiss against his jawline.

You’re rewarded a bashful Brooklyn, face flushed as he pulls you in closer, rocking back and forth as classical music plays and raindrops tap against the glass in harmony.

Rory - Ears:

Rory’s interests of painting, cooking, and gardening don't allow for a lot of human interaction. If you have your own hobbies to tend to, he’s more than happy to exist in the same space, silence permeating the air as you two pursue your respective creative endeavors.

But he also wouldn’t mind if you were to hug him from behind and ask him what he’s doing. He’ll complain, saying that you’re distracting him, but he’s a damn simp and will make no move to push you away.

His entire neck and ear area is sensitive, pale and littered with light freckles which makes for a nice contrast to his bright red hair. Kiss the nape of his neck, then his hairline, and slowly make your way up.

As soon as your lips brush against that sensitive spot behind his ear, a shiver runs up his spine and he whirls around, his face an impressive shade of scarlet.

He can’t decide whether to snap at you or kiss you senseless. 

For an even better reaction, gently bite his ear :)

#infinite blue #Rory #Tobias #Leo #Brooklyn #Milo #Alexei #headcanons #Rory x Reader #Tobias x Reader #Leo x Reader #Brooklyn x Reader #Milo x Reader #Alexei x Reader #Reader Insert

[wireddless]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Nav Key:

📀fluff

🍒smut

🔮Angst

👾 violence

Phil Callahan

Do NOT Touch 🍒📀

New Dad! Phil 📀📀

Jim Hopper

Joyce Buyers

Murray Bauman

Alexei

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Eddie Munson

001/Vecna/Peter Ballard/Henry Creel

#masterlist #phil callahan #jim hopper #joyce buyers #murray bauman #alexei #robin buckley #steve harrington #billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #jonathan buyers #001 #vecna #peter ballard #henry creel #phil callahan x reader #jim hopper x reader #joyce buyers x reader #murray bauman x reader #alexei x reader #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #jonathan buyers x reader #001 x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things masterlist #eddie munson

[iridescentprose]

Sugary Ice & Ferris Wheels—Alexei x fem!reader insert

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**spoilers for stranger things season 3**

summary; an alternate universe where alexei lives and he can't but visit the fair to see his favorite person working at his favorite booth.

warnings; an au fic that isn't plot heavy, just pure fluff and alexei. he may be a tad bit ooc (?) but I enjoyed writing this.

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"I could use some help over here."

The pads of your fingers were growing numb by the second, thanks to the occasional drippage from the plastic cup you filled to the brim with sugary ice. Your coworker huffed in response, mumbled something about "five more minutes", and then disappeared into the back to finish his cigarette.

Rolling your eyes you turned back to face the sea of mundane faces that belonged to irritated adults who gripped on tightly to the hands of their impatient, snotty-nosed children. But behind a tall man you noticed a familiar face.

The two of you made eye contact briefly before you turned back to the task at hand. For the next ten minutes you worked diligently until you got to the end of the line.

"Another one?" You said, already searching for a large plastic cup to fill with cherry flavored ice. It was the third time this evening he had visited your booth—the third Saturday in a row you had served him a a large cherry slurpee at the county fair.

You smiled as he nodded shyly, his tinted red lips forming into a mischievous grin. He fumbled around in his pocket for a crumbled dollar bill and a few quarters as you set the cup under the machine. Slowly, the ice trickled down in the cup, the machine nearing its end for the evening.

"You're going to run me out of ice if you keep coming here like this," You said, jokingly to which he only grinned and shrugged. You leaned forward against the counter and counted the loose change he set in front of you. "But you know what?" You gathered the assortment of quarters and dollar bills and gently slid them back. "This one's on the house, okay?"

A wave of confusion passed over his features. Being a man of little words, he lifted an eyebrow, shook his head, and reached out to slide the money back towards you. His fingers brushed against yours, a zap of electricity making you forget where you were for a moment. He pursed his lips into a hopeful smile.

"Seriously, Alexei, don't worry about it." With gentle persistence, you slid the change forward before turning around to prepare the icy treat. You snapped the top cover securely on the large cup once it was full before slowly turning around to set it on the counter. "As long as my boss doesn't find out—"

You were met with a nervous smile stained in red. A stack of crumbled carnival tickets stuck out from his breast pocket. He was shifting back and forth on his feet, his mouth parting slightly as he mumbled something in Russian. Something you could only interrupt as a question.

You knew very little about him but he had piqued your interest the first time he finished a large cherry slurpee in three minutes flat before ordering another (all while enduring a debilitating brain freeze with ease, of course). There was a mutual understanding that language would be the barrier between you two, but that didn't dampen the excitement you felt every time he came to his favorite person at his favorite booth. What he lacked in verbal communication, he made up for in miniscule but sweet, unexpected gestures.

Hence, the crinkled piece of paper that laid flat on top of a mountain of loose change. It read:

Ferris Wheel?

"Please?" He said, gesturing behind him to the massive circle that spun slowly as it changed from colors ranging from red, white, and blue.

His question alone was enough for you to say yes.

It took you a minute to shut the booth down. You donned the front with a sign that read, 'Be back in ten minutes' before you walked around out front, standing in front of him.

Alexei, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hand—the other being occupied by his favorite drink—looked at the ground nervously. With the two of you being too shy to make the first move, you stuck with walking next to each other in the direction of the Ferris Wheel.

Seated next to each other, your knees brushed against one another as the ride took a slow flight. You pointed out your house when you made it to the top, his hand resting gently on your knee while he sipped on his drink.

By the end of the night both of yours hands with fully with carnival tickets, stuffed animals, and of course, slurpees.

"Again?" He said, his hand latching onto yours while a stuffed bear was pinched underneath his arm.

"Alexei..." You glanced at your wristwatch. Those ten minutes had turned into three hours. The fair was starting to shut down and you were most likely going to have to stand in the unemployment line after tonight. "Maybe next weekend?"

He lifted a brow in confusion.

You chuckled and flipped his hand over so his palm was facing up. Gently you tapped the pads of fingers as you counted out loud to the number seven. You extended your thumb and index finger to represent the last two days.

"Seven days from now. Seven days," you said, slowly.

When he finally understood, he frowned in disappointment and you couldn't help but laugh. "Seven days from now, we can do this again. We can meet here." You pointed to the ground, indicating the dead patch of grass you were currently standing on. You were most likely fired, so there was no point in showing your face at the booth next week.

Before you could explain it even further, Alexei took your hand, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the back of it.

"Seven days," he said before giving your hand one last squeeze and turning to leave.

Flustered and flattered, you watched as he jogged to the exit, leaving you struggling to juggle the stuffed animal prizes he had won for you.

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AN: Here you will find all my Stranger Things works. They're still works in progress obviously.

”°•Dear Billy,•°”

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prologue: Today I Saw You For The First Time

”°•Solnyshka•°”

Dr. Alexei x Male!Reader

Prologue: Play It Safe

”°•How To:•°”

Eddie Munson x Tomboy!Reader

Prologue: Pacific Love

”°•One-Shots•°”

Behind This Facade (Eddie Munson x GN!Reader)

Welcome To The Circus (x Henderson!Reader)

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