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(Not) Lost in Translation

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Alexei x GN!reader

Reader speaks Russian.  Alexei does not know this.  Prepare for awkward flirting and purposeful mistranslation by Murray.

Russian speaking is denoted by italics.

warnings: flirting, Alexei gets Murray to flirt for him I love one man and his name is Alexei REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Your family had been friends with Hopper for ages, so when the time came, he was able to wrangle you a job at the Hawkins Police Department.  You enjoyed the job, sure, but sometimes it was awfully boring.  Sure, saving cats was great fun, but you longed for some sort of adventure.  And that came with the disappearance of Will Byers and the uncovering of a deep conspiracy.  Since then, you had barely sat down for a rest... except for now. You practically lobbed yourself on the sofa opposite Alexei and Murray, tilting your head back over the back of the green couch and letting out a sigh.  You heard a loud, cartoonish laugh from the TV, and an almost identical one from Alexei.  Your head shot up, grinning at the Russian sat opposite to you. You’d had a Russian roommate in a lodging, and she’d taught you quite a bit of the language before you moved out.  You weren’t exactly fluent, per se, but you could hold a decent conversation. “Tell them they look really nice when they laugh,” Alexei said to Murray, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.  Murray rolled his eyes.  “I’m not flirting with (Y/N) for you, Alexei,” he answered, glaring towards the scientist, who winced under his gaze, but managed a small, sheepish smile.  “For heaven’s sake.  Fine,” Murray eventually agreed, turning to you to suggest that he wanted to talk.  Unbeknownst to the both of them, you’d completely understood what Alexei and Murray had been saying. “He’s wondering if you like these animations,” Murray asked, his tone indifferent as if he wasn’t really bothered by this conversation.  He hated translating these little interactions between you and Alexei, which of course made you want to do it more, just to annoy the grumpy American.  You would have happily spoken Russian, but wanted to see the look on Murray and Alexei’s face when you eventually had the right opportunity to show off a bit.  Looked like this was the right time. “Yeah, I quite like Tintin,” you answered, crossing your legs on the sofa and reaching down to take a sip of your coffee.  Murray nodded, not translating back, causing Alexei to stare at him with eyes that made him look like a lost puppy.  Oh god, he was so adorable.  He turned back to you without meeting your eyes, a few of his dark brown curls falling into his glasses and forcing him to brush them away. Alexei reached over to his cherry slurpee, finding that it was empty and grumbling something about “stupid capitalist companies” making the drinks too expensive. This was it.  This was the opportunity. “I’m going to go out,” you said, rising and grabbing your mug, downing the rest of the coffee in one gulp.  Murray was about to protest, asking if that was going to be a good idea, suggesting that maybe you should wait for Joyce and Hopper, but he was cut short once you began speaking a familiar language. “I’ll get you another drink, Alexei,” you said, hoping your accent was as good as it had once been.  Murray gawked at you, and Alexei’s face went bright red.  You grabbed your jacket from the back of the sofa, shrugging it on as the room remained silent, except for the sound of the animated cartoon on the TV. You left the room, fighting hard to conceal the grin that was threatening to form on your face.  Murray’s expression had been gold, but Alexei’s had just been straight up adorable.  You could hear murmuring from the other room, and gently crept over to the doorway and hid yourself behind it to listen. “Do you think they heard everything?” Alexei asked, apparently panicky and embarassed.  “They clearly did... Jesus, Alexei, for a scientist you’re pretty dumb,” Murray answered.  There was then a frantic conversation in Russian between the two men, and you lost understanding of it, taking this as your opportunity to leave.  Before opening the door, you leant backwards and raised your voice slightly. “For the record, Alexei, you’re not too bad looking yourself.” As much as you would have loved to see his reaction, you shut the door behind you, stuffing your hands in your pockets and began a gentle stroll to the nearest 7/11.  You couldn’t get the image of the dorky little Russian scientist out of your head.

[life-on-morse]

New headcanons out on @mxrlin-writes

comment any requests you have c:

[nphofrph]

hello, could you please recommend some character psds for city rps?

City Scape (titaniawrites)

Natalie (reedsrps)

Untitled (wormtailwrites)

Cityscape (corkiewrites)

Character PSD 001 (little-grey)

The City (juliaroleplays)

Roleplay Lately (remuslupyn)

City Sites (galaxyrph)

PSD - 001 (merlinwrites)

Character PSD #002 (barbieassists)

Alex Parrish (hurricanehelper)

I’d pick any of these PSDs!

[mxrlin-writes]

Christmas

warnings: moya lyubov' = my love and may be gendered, I’m not Russian so I wouldn’t lnow

Reader explains Christmas to Alexei.

Alexei x gn!reader

- With the USSR being an atheist state, Alexei has never celebrated or really heard of Christmas.

- So, when he arrives in Hawkins, the most Christmas-mad town besides Santa’s Village, he’s in for a big shock.

- Alexei’s ignorance of the festive season didn’t occur to you until you and Murray began to discuss getting a tree for the bunker.

- Alexei is very confused about why you all need a real fir tree in the living room, so you have to tell him all about Christmas.

- He gets really excited about the idea of a stocking and an advent calendar so of course you resolve to get him one.

- You take him shopping to buy decorations... Murray isn’t the most festive man so he doesn’t join you.

- “This is Santa?”

- “Nope, that’s an elf. This one is Santa!”

- “Red man!”

- You secretly buy Alexei a Santa hat and surprise him by putting it on his head as you walk out of the store.

- He won’t take it off for the next week and you have to coax him out of it so you can wash it.

- Alexei’s festive cheer eventually rubs off on Murray, who bregrudginly agrees to help decorate the tree.

- It turns more into decorate the Murray after he falls asleep.

- Murray wakes up a couple of hours later, covered in tinsel and with baubles tied into his beard.

- When you eventually decorate the tree, Alexei goes crazy with the tinsel.

- “We need some semblance of colour coordination, honey.”

- “But it’s Christmas!”

- Alexei begins to use that excuse in literally any circumstance.

- Murray won’t let you get takeaway? But it’s Christmas!

- Slushees aren’t for sale during the cold winter? But it’s Christmas!

- He wakes up every morning asking if it’s Christmas yet.

- On Christmas Eve, he refuses to sleep until it’s Christmas Day.

- As the clock strikes midnight, he hugs you and gently presses a kiss to the top of your head.

- “Merry Christmas, moya lyubov.”

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When You’re Sad - Sherlock Preference #1

Sherlock isn't really someone who is into hugs and comforting, but he can tell when something is wrong. He can tell just by the way you hold yourself that you're upset. Instead of physically comforting you, Sherlock will tell you pointless facts that are never going to actually come in useful at any point, but it makes you feel better anyway.

Despite John not really being a social person, he knows how to comfort someone - maybe it's just years of being a doctor. He'll sit you down and give you a warm drink - tea, coffee, hot chocolate... whatever you want. He won't speak, but he exudes a calm air, reassuring you that you can tell him your problem and he'll listen.

Much like his brother, Mycroft cannot really do hugs. Instead, he suddenly becomes much more protective of you. He'll let you listen to Taylor Swift and Evanescence, and he'll laugh at the memes you show him even if you have to explain them to him - for the next week, he's a complete and utter softie

Moriarty is angry when he sees you upset, and immediately asks what is wrong. He'll listen to you explain whatever has upset you, but is constantly thinking about how he's going to make it up to you - he really hates seeing you upset. One time, he got Sebastian to light up the whole city for you at midnight. It caused a lot of paperwork for the National Grid.

Lestrade is heartbroken when he sees you upset and nearly cries himself. He hugs you and you stand in silence until he moves away. After that, he buys you a tonne of ice cream and you watch box sets together. He doesn't bring the problem up, because he knows that you will tell him when you're ready.

Our good old Molly Hooper takes you back to her house, turns on her speakers and begins playing pop songs from the 80s and 90s. She'll grab your hands and lead you round the room in an awful semi-waltz semi-oh-god-what-is-this that will eventually make you burst out in laughter, and you'll soon forget you're problems as you're dancing to Hooked on a Feeling.

[mxrlin-writes]

HCs for a Beetlejuice s/o who is trans (ftm if we're picky) and gets really bad dysphoria when people misgender them? If this isnt okay thats fine too but thank you for reading either way. Love u 💚🖤💚

Ily too because I know exactly who you are!

warnings: dysphoria, male reader, swearing, binding, gender reassignment surgery, injecting T, transphobia

Beetlejuice x ftm!reader

•••••

- He honestly couldn’t give a shit about what gender you were assigned at birth, you’re male to him.

- If you bind, he pops in every couple of hours to remind you to take it off and do your breathing exercises.

- It never occurred to him that someone wanting to be who they are was such a problem.

- He is fuming when you arrive home in a state because someone purposefully misgendered you or deadnamed you.

- demon fists ready to fly y’all

- When you go to the same place the next day, almost certainly a bit anxious, you find the transphobe’s workplace scattered.

- No one knows who did it... except you, of course.

- If you’ve summoned him, he comes to any medical meetings that you need to go to.

- He always corrects people if they forget or make a tiny mistake, he’s never forceful about it, but he wants you to feel safe.

- If you get surgery, he waits by your bedside until you wake up.

- Apparently he was telling you stories but you don’t remember anything.

- You wanna go to pride? Cool! He gets a massive trans pride flag and drapes it over his shoulders like a cape. Expect Lydia to join you.

- Don’t want to go to pride? Cool! He’ll tell you happy pride as you wake up. You’ll get bed in breakfast too!

- If you’re feeling dysphoric, he won’t say anything, he’ll just sit with you and occasionally murmur appraising and affirming things.

- It’s his presence that matters, somehow a demon is oddly calming to be around.

- Gets you a striped suit one year for your birthday because “couples wear the same clothes, right?”

- His nickname for you is Mister before he’s your s/o, soon turns into handsome.

- Lydia keeps commenting on how cute the two of you are, she acts indifferent but is ridiculously excited for you in reality.

- If you take T, he reminds you when to take shots and when your next appointment is.

- If you don’t take T, he does some research into how to make your voice sound deeper etc to help you out.

- He’s still learning, but he’s a strong ally for you and will defend you forever.

[mxrlin-writes]

Hello! I just found your blog! I really like it, you're awesome and I love that you do Merlin especially. I'm wondering if you'd like to write a Gwine one? (He's my favourite) and his s/o is stubborn and is 'hard to get', and the other knights find it funny... You don't have to do it. Sorry if this is confusing!

warnings: mentions of food

Gwaine x gn!reader

••••••

“Just listen to me!”

“Gwaine, Gaius will make me clean the floors if I’m late-“ you replied, trying you best to sound annoyed. That was how you reacted to people you liked instead of actually admitting your feelings - Merlin, a brotherly figure to you, constantly joked about how stubborn and prideful you were. Secretly, you hoped that Gwaine would try and stop you, and you felt your heart drop when you heard his footsteps stop.

You turned around, suddenly nervous over whether Gwaine had actually left you alone. You’d implied it but you hadn’t meant for him to actually go. Nope, Gwaine was stood there - now sporting the most stupid grin ever.

“Careful, if you stand talking to the lowly knight, you’ll be late,” he grinned, leaning on the wall of a nearby building. A blush spread across your face and you frowned as he used your own words against you.

“I guess I can make five minutes,” you murmured your sheepish reply, kicking at the ground with your foot in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“You’ve resisted all of my charms so far, (Y/N)-“

“Your charms?? Really bad puns and trying to impress me with sword fighting? Sure thing, Gwaine.”

“Shhh. As I was saying,-“ he winks “- I need some help on a ride tomorrow, it’s only a small thing I need to get but your expertise on plants would be invaluable,” he finished. You suddenly realised he was very close to you. Unperturbed, you met his eyes and shrugged nonchalantly. In reality, your heart was beating ridiculously fast and you couldn’t wait to tell Merlin.

“I can see if I’ll have time,” you answered and Gwaine smirked - he knew this was the closest thing to a ‘yes’ that he’d get from you.

“It’s a date then,” Gwaine backed away, shooting you a wink and grinning at your frustrated and yet bright red face.

Unbeknownst to you, Gwaine rounded the corner, sticking his thumbs up. The knights, who had all been waiting to see if you’d agree to go with Gwaine, patted him on the back. “So, you need to plan this picnic then,” Percival reminded Gwaine, who nodded.

“I’ll get Arthur and Gwen’s help. Only the best for (Y/N).”

[mxrlin-writes]

So happy ur taking requests! How would Alexei ask out their s/o?

I’m gonna write these are headcanons, but feel free to request a longer drabble-style piece! Thank you for the request c:

warnings: pure fluff, a kiss at the end

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- Let’s face it, this guy is a massive dork and has gotta be a hopeless romantic.

- He appreciates the smaller things, so he’s not surprised if you didn’t notice his gestures, like getting you a coffee in the morning or telling Murray to keep quiet so you can have a lie-in.

- Murray constantly prompts him to say something, or ask you out, but the lil Russian doesn’t want to. He’s a bit intimidated by your sheer awesomeness and wants to wait for the right time.

- He’s even been practicing his English for you, learning how to say certain compliments and pick up lines.

- Murray tells him the worst pickup lines ever, Alexei does not realise they are not going to work at all.

- He agrees with Murray to ask you out when the fair is in town.  Murray gives him some money and tells him to be vigilant.

- Murray excuses himself to his office under the pretence of working, leaving you and Alexei alone.

- The Russian man is so so embarrassed but manages to ask you if you’d like to go to the fair in semi-broken English.  You’re just super happy that he’s taken the time to learn English to ask.

- At 7pm, you leave for the fair with Alexei in tow - he’s literally vibrating with the excitement of going to the fair with you.

- He tries practically every game, and wins a lot of prizes, donating them to you.  By the end of the fair, you have multiple cuddly toys and an inflatable star-spangled guitar.

- On the way back, you sit in a small diner and drink cherry slurpees after ordering Alexei a waffle so he knows what they taste like.

- It is here that Alexei cracks out absolute gems of pick up lines.

- “You know... what shirt is?” he asks, pointing to his sleeve and gesturing for you to touch it.  You instantly know where it’s going but act oblivious because Alexei’s face is so damn adorable.

- “Boyfriend material,” he says, his face lighting up as he realises he’s delivered the pick up line almost totally correct.

- You laugh, resting your hands on the table for support as you throw your head back and giggle.

- Suddenly, you feel something warm in your hand and you realise he’s reached over to hold your hand.  You meet his eye, and share a gentle first kiss, which you feel is perfect.

- “You’re such a dork and I think I love you,” you tell him, blushing profusely as he leans away, his face as red as his cherry slurpee.

- When you arrive back at Murray’s bunker, Alexei is the chiripiest thing you’ve ever seen, spouting incredibly rapid sentences in Russian all whilst holding your hand.

- “Uh, how many slurpees did you give him, (Y/N)?” Joyce asks, mostly jokingly but a little concerned too.  “Oh, only one.  I gave him a kiss though,” you answer nonchalantly.

- Throughout the rest of the evening, you can hear Murray repeating the same phrase at various tones of frustration.  You soon realise he’s telling Alexei to shut up, he won’t stop talking about just how perfect you are.

[mxrlin-writes]

Carving Pumpkins with Troy Calypso

Troy Calypso x gn!reader

warnings: swearing

- He’s never celebrated Halloween before, so he’s overly enthusiastic

- Prints out thousands of designs for his pumpkin and is surprised when you just freehand yours

- You decide to make a pumpkin Troy, Troy decides to make a pumpkin you

- He hella underestimates how hard it is to draw on a pumpkin

- You end up having a fight with pumpkin entrails

- “(Y/N), why the f u c k are there pumpkin seeds in my pocket?”

- Your design ends up going pretty well, but Troy’s..... oh god

- He kind of forgets that the pattern has to remain connected and ends up just cutting a hole out of his pumpkin

- “I think my pumpkin broke.”

- “That’s not very flattering, Troy.”

- “The veggie just couldn’t handle how hot you are....”

- he gets a face full of pumpkin seeds for that

- Troy starts again on the spare pumpkin that you sensibly brought

- It ends up being a super cute smiley face and he’s so proud of himself

- Selfies with the pumpkins

- It becomes a yearly tradition, and Troy ends up getting super good at it

- Turns out he has a holo folder for pumpkin stencils

- Every time you bring out the pumpkins he basically s h a k e s from excitement

- He finally manages to actually carve your face into a pumpkin one year, the photo remains as your lock screen for months

[mxrlin-writes]

Putting Up Decorations

warnings: one innuendo, Halloween vibes

Handsome Jack x gn!reader

Dedicated to Leon and my Proxima Centauri fam >w<

- Jack isn’t too convinced by the whole Halloween thing but he sees you buzzing whilst talking about it and knows that he’s gotta do something to celebrate.

- In the week leading up to Halloween, you order loads of supplies - tinsel, spooky candles, glow-in-the-dark skeletons, literally anything you can get your hands on.

- You raid the resources department for orange and black paper and begin to make paper chains to hang around Jack’s office.

- He walks in on you taping one of the chains around the doorway, but the chain is too short. Plus, as he walked in, he ripped off some of the tape and it ended up falling at his feet.

- He looks at you with raised eyebrows, taking the chain from your hands and dragging it across the room to add more paper onto it.

- “This stays between us, kitten. I don’t want people knowing I make paper chains as a hobby.”

- He sits there for literally an hour making the paper chain long enough and his face is so dedicated it's adorable.

- A couple of days before Halloween, you decide to bake some gingerbread cookies.

- The catering department is very confused when their order for that week contains about ten times the average amount of ginger. Not that there is an average amount of ginger.

- You spend the whole day baking the cookies, realizing that you made way too much dough. Like, you could probably share the cookies around the IT department twice and still have enough for yourself and Jack.

- When Jack comes home, you’ve spent four hours making these damn cookies and there’s still dough going around. Both you and the table are covered in flour.

- Jack wipes his finger through the flour and pops it on the tip of your otherwise clean face, earning himself a poke in the arm.

- “That was unnecessary, pumpkin... or should I say, my little flour?”

- He steals half of the left-over dough and makes a giant - emphasis on giant - cat out of the dough.  It’s so big that it ends up with its own tray, and even then it fits it poorly.

- It ends up going in the oven for absolutely ages. Jack checks it every five minutes until you tell him that baking doesn’t work like that.

- When everything’s finally baked, you get out the icing and begin to ice the biscuits. Pumpkins, cauldrons, spooky eyes - well, it was supposed to be an eye but it kind of looks like a fried egg - pretty much anything to do with Halloween goes onto the cookies.

- You look over to see how Jack is doing and he’s only just finished decorating the ears of the cat.  You can tell from just the ears that its a Siamese cat.

- You spend the next twenty minutes watching Jack draw the eyes on the cat. He’s good at this and you start to become convinced that he’s secretly an artist.

- He looks up to see you staring, and smirks.

- “Like what you see, cupcake?”

- He eventually finishes the decoration - it’s a Siamese cat with one blue eye and one green eye, just like him.

- “It’s so cute, I want to keep it!” you spin the tray around so that it faces you and smile down at the creation. Jack is really, really proud of himself - but of course, he’s an arrogant boi and leans back and just sighs as if it wasn’t much of an exertion.

- The next day, you hang up tinsel around the office, again with Jack’s help.

- You tie some tinsel around him like a boa, and he finds it absolutely hilarious, to the point where he’s genuinely laughing.

- He then gets called for a meeting and its only five minutes later that you remember he didn’t take the tinsel off.

- Sure enough, Jack’s sat in the meeting, now fully aware of the tinsel boa due to the odd looks from the staff.

- This arrogant man acts like nothing is wrong and sits through the entire meeting with a completely serious face, orange tinsel wrapped around him.

- No one raises it.

[mxrlin-writes]

AI Jack carries around a kazoo and plays Careless Whisper whenever Rhys flirts with anyone

[mxrlin-writes]

The Scoop Troop Strikes Back

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gif credit to original poster

Steve Harrington x Henderson sister!reader

You’re Dustin’s older sister, and accidentally got dragged along to the Battle of Starcourt.  Whilst there, you get into a conversation with the KGB, which doesn’t end well.

warnings: she/her pronouns, a bit of swearing, Steve punches the guard, Steve asks reader out

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There was a long silence after Steve punched the guard, during which the small group of you all exchanged shocked glances. Robin looked ready to fight for her life, and Erica looked like she was having a whale of a time. You were stood next to your little brother, Dustin, standing slightly in front of him in a protective stance, brandishing the mannequin’s leg that you’d taken as a weapon.

Suddenly, the sound of harsh ringing reached your ears, and you looked up towards the desk in the corner of the room, realising that the ringing was coming from a telephone placed on the table. After placing the mannequin’s leg on the table, you picked the telephone up carefully, trying not to make a noise. A furious stream of Russian was emerging from it, and you looked up towards Steve with a worried expression on your face.

You’d been in the same year as Steve at school, but had never really had much to do with him - he’d never been in any of your classes, so you’d never had any reason to actually talk to him.  However, in the last year, your science classes merged, and the two of you ended up being partners on group projects. It was then that you’d realised he was friends with Dustin, and he confided in you about the Demogorgon and the Upside Down and Eleven and all the weird things that had happened to him recently. It hadn’t taken many of these chats for you to realise that you really, really liked your dorky friend. But that was all you thought it was - a friendship.

You were sucked back into reality by the sound of Dustin’s voice. “What the fuck do we do?” he hissed, gesturing violently towards the phone that was practically shaking from the noise erupting from it. You raised your finger to your lips, worried in case the guards on the other end heard you speaking English... not that you knew any Russian.

An idea occurred to you, and you raised your finger to call for silence in the room. You were going to pretend to be like one of the informants that you’d heard of in the news.

“Hey, it’s Agent (Y/N). You know, the informant,” you began, and Dustin looked at you in disbelief. Steve furrowed his eyebrows whilst Robin raised hers. Erica tried to cover her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh.

There was a rumble over the other side of the phone and you were worried that your idea hadn’t worked - not that you’d expected it to. You were surprised when a grumbly voice replied in heavily accented English. “We heard yelling, what is happening?”

“Oh, uh, we had a slight malfunction,” you quickly improvised, recalling the scene from A New Hope when Han and Luke are breaking Leia out. “Everything’s fine, we’re all fine here,” you finished, holding your breath and clutching the phone to the side of your face.

“We are sending an office up,” the voice sounded a little distant this time, as if someone had leaned away from the receiver to do something. “Uhm, no, no, it’s good, we’re good,” you said hastily, your eyes darting towards the door. Robin stepped forward, reaching for the mannequin’s leg and tiptoeing towards the door, positioning herself by the door, flat against the wall, so that she could ambush any guards sent down.

“What did you say your name was?” the voice was louder this time, but sounded a lot more skeptical. Shit, you thought, realising that they were on to you. In one fluid movement, you ripped the telephone cord from the wall, disconnecting the call immediately. “Boring conversation anyway,” you finished the Han Solo quote, winking towards Dustin - the two of you had spent many a childhood Saturday binge-watching the Star Wars films.

“Did you just Han Solo the KGB?” a voice from your left said, and you turned around to face its owner. Steve was there, staring at you with an expression on his face that was somewhere between awe and disbelief. “I just Han Solo-d the KGB,” you repeated his question as a statement, furrowing your brows as it finally began to dawn on you how surreal this situation was.

“Do you wanna, I don’t know, go to dinner or something? Once we get out of this,” Steve asked, meeting your eyes. At first, you thought he was joking, and a frown spread across your face, prompting Steve to continue. “Just, that was pretty impressive and I just thought asking you on a date would be a cool follow up.”

Okay, so, you’d just had a conversation with the KGB using Star Wars quotes, and now your crush - who you were convinced didn't like you - had just asked you on a date. Also, Erica was here... why was Erica here? If you didn’t know any better, this could have easily been a dream. 

“Hey, can you PLEASE stop flirting with my sister?” Dustin groaned. A blush spread across your cheeks, and you noticed that Steve’s cheeks were also reddening.

“Yeah, I’d... I’d really like that...” you replied, and Steve grinned goofily before putting on his best Han Solo voice. “Don’t get cocky kid,” he impersonated.

“Dinguses, assemble, back to the actual matter at hand!” Robin rolled her eyes as she said this, gesturing towards the door.

“Oh, shit, yeah. Let’s kick some ass,” Steve murmured, a grin spreading across his face as the Scoops Troop readied themselves for whatever the hell was gonna come through the door.

[mxrlin-writes]

hello idk if ur still taking requests but could I get a alexei x hopper sister! reader 🥺 thank you in advance

warnings: overprotective and slightly controlling hopper

reader gender: female/femme/she pronouns

- We’ve seen what this guy is like with Mike and Eleven, prepare for much the same with you, his ten years younger sister.

- He’s not the biggest fan of the dorky Russian scientist, so when he finds out about your relationship (which you’ve managed to keep secret for a couple of months), Hopper is not happy at all.

- He refuses to leave the two of you alone, constantly staring at Alexei, who doesn’t really know what to do.

- He also makes meals awkward by not letting you and Alexei sit next to each other or across from each other.

- Even though you know that he’s just trying to make sure you don’t get hurt, you think he’s taking it way too far, and confront him.

- “Look, Jim, I’m not that eight-year-old who fell over at Stacy’s party anymore.  You don’t have to protect me all the time.”

- “You’re still my sister, (Y/N!), and I’m your older brother. I’m meant to protect you!”

- “You should be happy for me!” you say, tearfully, quickly exiting the room, brushing past Joyce on the way.  She frowns, raising her eyebrows at Hopper as if to say, “really?”.

- Unbeknownst to you, Joyce has a word with Hopper, telling him that he should let you be more independent and that he needs to let you grow up.  He, in turn, explains that he loves you so much and is worried that Alexei might not be the one for you.

- A couple of days later, you come back from a supply run and find Murray, Hopper and Alexei having a conversation in the living room.  They don’t realise you’re back, so you hide by the door to try and overhear what they’re saying.

- It doesn’t take you too long to realise that they’re discussing you, and that Alexei is promising to your brother that he loves you, and that he’s never going to hurt you.

- Hopper seems happy with this, and reaches across the space to shake hands with Alexei.

- You could have cried with happiness.

- Although Hopper is still wary, he’s much more relaxed, allowing you and Alexei a lot more free time.

- “Three inches, guys!” he still yells, every now and then, just to annoy you.

[mxrlin-writes]

Can you do what dating james potter would include?

warnings: none

James Potter x gn!reader

- “(Y/N), did I leave my glasses at your place?”

- “James... they are on your head.”

- Piggybacks around Hogwarts

- Really getting on with the other Marauders

- Writing James a howler when he’s on holiday so it can scream loving things at him

- “I LOVE YOU, YOU GOOFBALL”

- Being literally best friends with Lily

- Helping James with his homework

- Sometimes you have to enlist Remus too when James really doesn’t get something

- Remus is just happy that he actually gets some free time now

- Double dates with Remus and Sirius

- Sharing embarrassing moments

- Loads of inside jokes

- Having the ability to look at each other across a classroom and just instantly break down laughing

- You’re probably in the same house, but if you’re not, he waits outside your lessons and your common room so that you can spend time together

- Remus knowing that if James trusts you, he can tell you about his lycanthropy

- Becoming an animagus and getting a cool nickname

- of course your name is added to the maurauder’s map

- James standing up for you if you’re having a hard time

- He leaves you little gifts in your room

- Exchanging snow globes for Christmas and lining them up on your windowsill

- matching Christmas sweaters

- literally just a really wholesome and dorky couple, both madly in love with each other

[mxrlin-writes]

Omg I lover your Rhys imagine “Falling For You”. I have a major crush on him rn after playing BL3 and your Imagine made me blush so hard hehe. I wanted to request a Rhys x Reader Imagine with the prompts: 28. “How drunk was I?” 34 .“You work for me. You are my slave.” Thanks a lot

warnings: mentions of alcohol, hangover, drunken marriage proposals

Rhys Strongfork x gn!reader

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Rhys woke up in a blur - his head was aching and his limbs felt like stone. Rubbing his hand over his face, he sat up and opened his eyes into a squint.

One thing struck him: this was not his apartment. In fact, it looked like (Y/N)‘s. Why was he in his personal assistant’s flat?

He was about to stand when a grip on his shoulder forced him back to a sitting position. “I’ve got you some food, I don’t want you going anywhere until I’m sure you’re okay,” you said gently, trying to be quiet so you didn’t aggravate his headache.

“How... how drunk was I?” Rhys winced at the sound of his gravely throat, reaching towards the cup of water you’d prepared for him.

“You were fine until the shots. Then you delivered a speech about how you’d give everyone the week off. Long story short, no one has turned up today. Apart from Linda in HR,” you added, watching with mirth as Rhys sunk his head into his hands.

“Drunk me is a jerk,” he murmured, his voice partly muffled by his hands. You nudged him gently, telling him to cheer up. “That wasn’t embarrassing as the ‘you’re my slave, you work for me incident’ last year,” you teased. Rhys slunk further back into the sofa.

Last year, drunk Rhys had been so clumsy that you’d practically had to do everything for him until the next morning. He’d drunkenly declared you as his slave because you worked for him - you had then purposefully thrown accidentally spilled a drink down his shirt. He had been very apologetic the next morning.

Today was yet another morning on the list of “(Y/N) takes care of drunk and hungover Rhys”. You didn’t mind it - you liked him. Only as a friend, of course - you kept lying to yourself about the fact that you were hopelessly besotted with your boss. What he’d said yesterday didn’t exactly help.

“You, uh, you also asked me to marry you,” you trailed off, sipping your coffee and trying not to meet Rhys’ gaze. You heard him choke on the water. It would have been funny had it not been the guy you so desperately liked who just so happened to also be your boss.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my gosh, I’m such a-“

“No, no, it was okay, it’s not everyday that it happens-“

“-I didn’t want you to find out that I liked you from drunk me.”

Eventually your overlapping speech stopped. You stared at him in disbelief. Had he just confessed that he liked you? Your thoughts were cut off by a pain on your leg - you’d spilled some of the hot coffee. Rhys rushed forwards, grabbing the mug and ending up spilling more down himself, and then on you. It was chaos.

You laughed awkwardly, shaking the coffee from your hands as you stood and headed to the kitchen to grab a towel. Rhys followed, sheepishly leaning on the counter with the now empty mug of coffee - he looked incredibly out of place, he must have felt incredibly awkward for just accidentally confessing the fact that he really liked you. You dried your hands, then turned to face him, slowly approaching him and planting your hands either side of him on the counter.

His face was bright red as you looked up at him. “I’ll have to reject the marriage proposal... but I won’t reject a date...” you smiled, planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. He shuddered under you and gently reached for your hand with his robotic one.

“F-five o clock tomorrow? My office? I’ll surprise you,” he said, his blush now dying down a little only to be replaced by a boyish grin as he laced his fingers with yours. The touch of his cold metallic palm against your warm hand sent a shiver up your arm.

“As long as the surprise doesn’t involve vaults or inherent danger... I’m looking forward to it.”

[mxrlin-writes]

Falling For You

It’s reader’s first day of work at Atlas as Rhys’ secretary. The day does not start as planned.

Rhys x gn!reader

warnings: bad pick up line

someone help me i love this guy too much

You were already late and you hated it. You tried desperately not to spill the coffee in your hand as you rounded the corner into the lift lobby, hurrying over to the lift and frantically pressing the little orange button on the sleek silver panel beside it.

You cursed under your breath as you watched the numbers descend on the lift, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently. This was not going to make a good first impression. Hey, you reassured yourself, he used to be a worker, he’ll understand that schedules don’t always go to plan. Plus, you could just give him your coffee and pretend that’s why you were late. Nothing to do with the fact that your stupid alarm didn’t go off until half an hour after it was supposed to.

The lift dinged and you clambered inside, hammering the button to the highest floor you could see, whispering for the lift to hurry up. The lift, which was not a living object, remained indifferent.

Eventually, you arrived at what you believed to be the correct floor, but you needed to double check. It was snazzy enough to be the director’s suit, but you had to be 100% sure.

You looked up to the ceiling, quickly scanning the sign that confirmed you were in the right place. Still looking upwards, you strode around the corner and smacked straight into something. Technically, someone.

You looked up almost angrily, face softening and then paling as you realised that you’d just run head long into your boss. Rhys. THE Rhys Strongfork. He reached his robotic arm down to help you up, a slightly smug look on your face - he’d presumably realised who you were.

This was great. You’d just fallen flat on your face in front of your boss and spilled coffee all over yourself - and him - and you had only been in the building for an hour. Great start.

Rhys cleared his throat, catching your attention. The smug look was still on his face, but his eyes portrayed a certain nervousness and awkwardness. “I guess... you fell... for me...” he murmured, grinning goofily.

At least you weren’t the only one making a questionable first impression.