your upstairs neighbor has a secret identity, but he’s not very good at keeping it secret.
spider-man!steve harrington x fem!reader au - w.c. 0.9k
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you always hear him before anything else.
the soft ‘thwip!’ of his webs, the thud of his feet landing on the fire escape, maybe the sound of him quietly cursing to himself before you hear his window slide open and he clambers inside.
you figured out steve harrington was spider-man a month after he moved in to the apartment above yours.
you've met him a couple times, he's cute, always polite, great hair, strong, funny… you could go on and on, because honestly? you had formed a tiny, incy wincy crush on him that first time you had met him.
you usually only bumped into him in the morning, when you both end up on the elevator at the same time, or some afternoons if you’re lucky.
but you heard him almost every single night.
it was like clockwork, the sound of his window sliding open, followed by the sound of him on the fire escape, then the thwip of a web as he swung through the city in a red and blue blur.
the first time, you had played it off as a coincidence, because there was no way your cute new neighbor was spider-man, right?
wrong.
you weren’t sure if he thought he was being subtle, but he absolutely wasn’t. you were surprised no one else had noticed like you had, but maybe you were just paying too much attention.
you never told anyone, not even steve himself, because how on earth do you approach the neighbor you hardly know and accuse him of being a superhero?
which leads you to now.
sitting on your bed, typing away on your laptop, finishing some last minute work documents before tomorrow morning, because you had spent the entire weekend procrastinating for no reason other than the fact that you just didn’t want to do it.
it’s late, past midnight now, when you hear the same usual sounds signifying spider-man was headed home and steve was returning. it’s almost like a song you’ve memorized now; each beat is always the same.
that is, until your window slides open, rather than steve’s upstairs, and spider-man awkwardly crawls through your window.
you watch silently, shock evident on your features as he sits his hands on his hips, facing your window as his shoulders heave. he hasn’t taken off his mask yet.
you notice the way he slowly looks around, then one hand drops from his side and reaches up to the back of his head as he lets out a muffled, “shit.”
“hi,” you speak up and he jumps, spinning around with his fists out, ready to fight. you raise your hands up in surrender. “jeez, i’m sorry, i thought you were supposed to be able to sense things.”
“this is not my apartment.” spider-man sighs, and despite the fact his voice is muffled by the material of his mask, you can recognize steve’s voice. it’s definitely him.
“nope. you’re the next floor up,” you tell him, almost absentmindedly, with a shrug like it was no big deal.
“thanks,” he nods, then freezes in place. though his mask doesn’t do much to convey emotion, you imagine he looks like a dear caught in headlights. “wait. how do you know that?”
“i know it’s you, steve,” you answer, going back to typing on your laptop like nothing happened. “you’re not exactly subtle.”
“i don’t know what you’re taking about,” spider-man, definitely-not-steve-harrington, states awkwardly, his voice deepening suddenly, and you let a snort of laughter escape.
“right, right,” you nod, though your face looks more amused than convinced. “of course.”
“i’m not, i have no idea who this ‘steve’ guy is,” spider-man says and you hum in response.
“of course not,” you reply sarcastically. “there’s no way he’d fit all of that hair under that mask. right?”
“you think you’re funny, don’t you?” spider-man asks and you stand up, pushing your laptop onto your bed to approach him.
“yeah, i do,” you shrug, then cross your arms, now standing before him with your brows raised. “you gonna prove me wrong?”
“it’s kind of called a secret identity for a reason, lady.”
you scoff. “it’s not very secret when your neighbor figures out your ‘secret identity’ within a month.”
he sighs, you watch his shoulders deflate, then he raises his hand to the back of his head again, pulling off the mask and revealing steve harrington himself. that handsome face, those beautiful eyes, and that head of thick, wavy brown hair.
“hi,” you smile at him, already proud of yourself, trying your best not to totally drool, and he shakes his head at you.
“you better not tell anyone about this,” steve tells you, like he’s attempting to threaten you or sound annoyed, but it comes out gentler, almost like he’s pleading as he stares into your eyes.
“please, if i wanted to tell people i would’ve done it already,” you reply, dropping your hands to your sides and taking another step closer. “i just wanted proof for my own ego.”
steve scoffs, looking down at the mask in his gloved hands, then back up at you. you just raise your eyebrows, wondering what he’s going to do next.
“i, uh, should probably head up to my apartment, then,” he says, awkwardly shuffling towards your window again, carding a hand through his tangled hair.
“see you tomorrow morning, steve,” you grin, and he glances back at you over his shoulder with flushed cheeks.
“uh-huh,” he replies, then gives a little sarcastic wave. and you just can’t stop grinning as he clambers out onto the fire escape and ascends to the floor above yours, climbing in through his own window.
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a/n: i have a few cute little plans for this.. i could make it a little series maybe if anyone’s interested?? feel free to send in steve requests btw!
Trinity and Victoria watched the Stranger Things finale on new years and both cried actual tears. Victoria screamed bloody murder at “friends? no thanks… best friends” And Trinity doordashed comfort food afterwards because she was so distraught.
Two months later she starts watching it with Dennis, because he’s culturally stunted when it comes to media. They get to season 2 and the “crazy together” scene comes on— leading Dennis to pause the show to ask, “…They’re gay, right? This is gay.” And Trinity laughs so hard she has to call Victoria and tell her.
So now they all sometimes sit around and talk about how shit the ending was. And while Victoria and Dennis bond over how they wish Byler hadn’t been so ambiguous, Trinity is in the corner mourning the sheer concept of Robin and Nancy.
Jim and Alexei are twin brothers. But fighting over a girl but end up sharing her together ❤️ 🤤🌶
Hog Hopper!
18+ adult content / MDNI / 881 words
cw: your anon mfm request granted!
jim hopper x reader x alexei shostakov
While James Hopper Sr. was overseas in the Second World War, he got intimate with a Russian ally. She conceived twin boys out of wedlock, both with gorgeous blue eyes. One son stayed in Soviet Russia, the other was raised in the United States with his father.
When the boys were 17, they were shocked to learn about their twin from the other side of the world. Alexei was brought to Indiana to live with his father and brother. He went by Alexander to fit in, and gained proficiency in English. As adults, Jim Hopper Jr, followed his father by becoming the Chief of Hawkins Police. Alexei worked odd jobs before settling in groundskeeping and landscaping for Hawkins.
You had known the twins for nearly two years now. Jim had dated you for about six months before introducing you to his brother. Alexei was equally as handsome and charming. When Jim fell back into drugs and alcohol, he pushed you away and into the arms of Alexei. He took good care of you, even though it strained his relationship with his brother.
Your heart was confused. It was unclear who you had more affections for. You also couldn’t stand to see yourself break up the two siblings, so you let Alexei go. He was heartbroken, but the split allowed him to help Jim back on his feet and get sober.
Now that he was cleaned up, Jim courted you once again. You loved Jim, but he often disappointed you. He worked long shifts, and would drag your feelings around when he was forgetful or in a depressive state. He also made you laugh and cooked wonderful meals for you. He made you feel safe in his arms and more than satisfied in his bedroom.
Alexei remained steadfast for you, secretly yearning for his brother to slip up again. He drew portraits of you, capturing your beautiful face as he saw it. He would bring you flowers and cut your grass.
Then it happened. After learning one of his army buddies had suddenly passed away, Jim took a little PTSD spiral. He seemed to be coming out of it, but it was a difficult time. One evening, on the way to a date you both were excited for, you both got into a heated conversation about Alexei.
Jim was jealous of how sweet he was on you, and how he was there to comfort you. It made him feel insecure, despite the fact that you actually loved Jim the most and would fight for him always. Nonetheless, you ended up getting out of the Chevy Blazer and walking away as Jim yelled at you to get back in. He eventually gave up and sped off. You headed to Alexei’s place.
Alexei consoled you and let you stay the night. The next day, you went grocery shopping and came home to prepare Alexei a nice dinner. Red wine filled your glasses. Soon Alexei was fucking you right on the dining table.
“Does he fill you up like this, detka?” Alexei growled.
You whimpered and squirmed, clawing at the cutlery on the table as Alexei pounded you with his large uncut cock.
Jim heard your slutty moans as he banged on the front door. Alexei pulled his jeans back on and laid his jacket over you. You were still panting from being fucked silly on the hard wood.
Jim looked at you and Alexei, eyes dark and wild like a stormy sea. You were frozen. Sure you were about to lose Jim for good.
“James I—“ you pleaded.
“I don’t want to hear it. Take that off.”
He began to unbutton his flannel. The following events felt like a wild fantasy come true. Jim shed his clothes and manhandled your nude body over to the couch. He sat right next to Alexei, and they took turns letting you ride on their cocks. Alexei’s mustache tickled your breasts as he suckled at your nipples and left little love bites. The scene looked like it was ripped straight out of a porno.
Jim was circumcised, and had a messier bush. He placed his rough hand around your throat as you made a mess all over his thighs. Both brothers stretched your pussy as you came for them.
Your trio moved to the bedroom, where Alexei stuffed his cock into your throat as Jim fucked you from behind. Your vision was fluttering, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were experiencing. Both brothers using your holes as they pleased.
Alexei withdrew his cock, and your frothy saliva was drooling off his tip and onto your chin. Jim forced himself out of you as well, he couldn’t take much more.
You stepped onto the floor and got on your knees. Two sets of blue eyes gawked at you as you stroked their swollen cocks, covered in your own juices, and let them greedily use your mouth. You released your grip on both men and opened your mouth.
Your pink tongue reaching out as if to catch falling snowflakes. Your hands played with your tender breasts. Jim and Alexei ferociously stroked themselves, groaning as they reached the finale. They ejaculated all over your face and breasts. Thick ropes streamed down your cheeks, tingled on your tongue, and splattered your tits.
I’m a day late for Will’s birthday, but here’s a sneak peak of the top half a what will be a larger piece of a Byler x Star Wars crossover I’m commissioning from @lovetositinsilence!
Mike Wheeler tries to save Possessed!Will Byers but make it Star Wars! Full piece coming soon! ❤️💙💛💙
In the meantime, you guys go check out his art! Especially you Arcane fans! It’s incredible!
Natalie Scatorccio x Wheeler! sister | Yjks x Stranger Things crossover
younger wheeler! sister who... loves pink and pretty things, but gets offended when people assume she's some kind of bimbo. She's actually very smart!
younger wheeler! sister who... couldn’t help but stare as Nat trained on the field after class, pretending to wait for Nancy while watching the way Natalie’s messy bleached mullet stuck to her neck when she ran.
younger wheeler! sister who... is the mediator child, always smoothing things over, even when no one asks her to.
younger wheeler! sister who... told herself she was just curious, because it felt safer than admitting she wanted to be seen by her.
younger wheeler! sister who... defenetly writes everything on her diary. It's not like there's anyone else to talk to, specially about feeling like that for a girl.
younger wheeler! sister who... started going to parties with the hope Natalie would be there.
younger wheeler! sister who... is good at everything but passionate about nothing, because passion invites disappointment.
younger wheeler! sister who... offered Natalie rides she didn’t need, just to keep her around longer.
younger wheeler! sister who... mistook admiration for crushes for years.
younger wheeler! sister who... let Natalie rest her head on her shoulder once and thought about it for weeks afterward.
younger wheeler! sister who... keeps herself busy to avoid feeling replaceable. Also has trouble identifying when she’s tired versus when she’s sad.
younger wheeler! sister who... isn’t afraid of Natalie’s rough edges, just the idea that she might leave. Either way she has to learn that Natalie staying is a choice, not a reward or something she can force.
younger wheeler! sister who... feels like an afterthought in big moments, but indispensable in small ones.
younger wheeler! sister who... pretends she doesn’t mind when natalie calls everyone “man” but says her name softly (and can't stop grinning when she calls her 'wheeler' or 'princess').
younger wheeler! sister who... doesn’t flinch when natalie gets mean, only when she gets distant.
younger wheeler! sister who... is sitting on the hood of natalie’s car after a party neither of them wanted to be at. And wearing her jacket, listens to natalie talk in half-sentences about being tired of everything. says, very softly, "you can stay". And even if she feels Natalie go still, even when she expects her to pull away, she doesn't. Then her forhead is on hers, and realizing she's shaking but not pulling away... just kisses her first.
younger wheeler! sister who... finds out natalie kisses like she’s afraid it’ll disappear. She also tastes like cigarrettes and a bit of booze, but still, she keeps her hand at natalie’s jaw, steady, grounding.
younger wheeler! sister who... pulls back first and laughs quietly, like she can’t believe it happened, and laughs even harder when Natalie let's out a funny 'okay, okay' as she grins.
