trans reader x random requests

Alexei Stranger Things X male

/A/N again not necessary trans just male, I plan this to be a multiple part thing because I love him (๑♡⌓♡๑)(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ◜‿◝ )♡( ˘ ³˘)♥(~￣³￣)~( ˘ ³˘)♥(~￣³￣)~( ˘ ³˘)♥(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~( ˘ ³˘)♥(◕દ◕)(◕દ◕)( ˘ ³˘)♥( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ )♥╣[-_-]╠♥♥╣[-_-]╠♥♥╣[-_-]╠♥♥╣[-_-]╠♥    stuff in bold is translations, stuff in bold and italics means you don't understand it./

You were a rookie cop, pumped to be finally working for Hopper, a friend you've known for years, knowing about Eleven and demigorgans and all that, seeing how you dealt with it he helped you get your dream job, police officer. Recently another friend Joyce, who you knew totally was secretly into Hopper, had grown paranoid her magnets demagnetising, like the cheap ones always do, meant the lab involved with her little boy were back, unfortunately she was wrong but something is going down, we know this because Hopper was attacked, now we are going to different locations looking for them and I insisted I come as back up. Of course I was dressed way more professionally then hopper, police uniform, bullet proof vest, belt with gun and flashlight and badge.

We were currently searching a supposedly empty house when suddenly they lifted up the bed, a stair case going under ground.
Russian mumbling was heard, I can tell because I'm currently learning it, I'm not fluent but I know enough.
"Hawkins Police Department, Hands up!"Hopper yells. They continue to speak Russian, confused looking at each other, I make eye contact with one, a curly haired man with bared glasses.
"They're Russian! I know a Tiny tiny tiny lil bit I'll try talk to them." I approach them with my hands in the air. "Нет опасности (no danger). Мы (we are)," shit I don't know police, " ummmm," I bring out my badge and show them.
I look at the curly haired man, and give him a thumbs up, does he understand, he gives one back slowly, a small smile on his face.
"они полицейские, американцы, что скажет босс? ( They're police officers, American, what is the boss going to say?)" The curly haired man tells the other. I cuff both of them, giving a sad smile to curly dude. Heavy footsteps walk above us and they guesture everyone, Joyce and Hopper, to stop Arguing.
"босс." The other Russian says in a whisper. Curly man pulls me behind him, hidden behind a wall. I look at him and he gives me a thumbs up, sad smile on face.
I'm not sure what happened but next thing I know I'm grabbing the curly dude and running behind Jim. We run to the car and I shove in curly dude, strapping him in, then I jump in next to him.
"куда вы меня везете? (Where are you taking me?) " He asks panicked, looking at Jim and me, a worried wide eyed look on his face, he uses his cuffed hands to push his glasses up his face.

"я мало знаю русский, sorry. (I don't know much Russian)" He smiles, nodding his head.
"Ahhhh."
"You two shut up, you can flirt with Smirnoff later!" Jim yells angrily.
"I'm not flirting, I'm trying to calm him down."
"I really don't care, he seems pretty calm to me!" I pout, leaning back,  crossing my arms.
Smirnoff nudges me, looking confused, he says something I don't understand except the word what.
"Сварливый старик (Grumpy old man)." He smiles widely, pointing at Jim, I laugh making him laugh a wide laugh too.
" So we are driving to Illinois because there's a friend there who can translate Smirnoff here's Russian, because to be honest (y/n) your Russian stinks."
Smirnoff looks at me smiling.
"(y/n)?" He says my name in his thick accent and my heart actually jumps, that was... Wierd.
"Yeah I'm (y/n). I'm wait... меня зовут (y/n). (My name is (y/n))"
He smiles and puts his hands on his chest.
"Alexei!" He tells me excited, his name is Alexei, cool.
"Awesome." I give him a thumbs up.
"Awe-awesome?" He says in his accent again, holding his thumb up weekly.
"Yep! это хорошо! (Is good.)"
"Awesome!" He puts his thumb up at me.
I feel myself getting tired, I fall asleep and feel myself fall to lean on something warm.