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steve harrington:
♡ oneshots / blurb
♡ "If he was real.."
♡ the little mess you made - mini series
(im open to receiving requests from either st or marvel fandoms!!)
steve harrington x reader fanfiction | fratboy!steve | platonic!stobin (i promise) | mentions of cheating (but it's not real cheating) | mean!steve, playboy!steve | sort of friends to enemies to fwb to lovers | slowish burn | angst | hurt ... eventual comfort
summary: When you find out your college roommate/friend robin buckley's boyfriend, steve harrington— who you thought beat all stereotypical frat boy odds— is cheating on her, you find it hard to understand why she still wants to be with him. But there is more than meets the eye. You aren't sure if you want to be roped into it.
first chapter 1/14/26
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Teaser
You find a narrow hallway tucked away from the main room—dim, quiet except for the distant thump of music vibrating through the walls.
You lean back against the cool plaster, exhaling.
Your drink is mostly melted ice now. You cradle it anyway, grounding yourself with the condensation slicking your fingers. The hallway smells faintly like cleaning supplies and old carpet, a strange relief after the sweat and beer and bodies.
You close your eyes for just a second.
“Fucking unbelievable—”
The voice cuts itself off abruptly.
You open your eyes.
Steve Harrington stands a few feet away, frozen mid-step like he didn’t expect anyone else to be here. His expression shifts quickly—from irritation to something guarded, something carefully neutral.
He clears his throat.
The light in the hallway is low, but not low enough to miss details. You notice them immediately, whether you want to or not. The striped polo stretched across his shoulders. Tight Levi’s sitting low on his hips. White Nikes scuffed just enough to look worn-in. There’s a thin chain around his neck that catches the light when he moves, glinting softly against his skin.
His eyes look darker here, glossy under the dim bulb. You can see the small moles scattered across his face, details you’ve never been close enough to notice before.
His gaze flicks over you. There is no rush in it.
“Sorry,” he mutters, like he’s intruded somehow.
“Don’t be,” you say too quickly, the words tumbling out before you’ve thought them through.
There’s a pause.
It stretches, heavy and strange, filled with the distant echo of music and the sound of your own breathing. You become acutely aware of how close he is. How this is—technically—the first time you’ve ever been alone with him.
It’s unsettling.
It’s awkward.
“Everything… okay?” you ask.
Your voice sounds smaller than you meant it to.
Steve’s jaw flexes. He looks away for a moment, staring down the hallway like the answer might be written on the wall.
“Oh—yeah,” he says slowly. “It’s just…” He glances back at you, cautious, measuring. Then he lets out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Relationship shit.”
You tilt your head, studying him. It doesn’t match what you know—or think you know. Robin is always talking about him, always doting, always smiling like nothing in the world could touch them.
“Oh?” you say absently. “Sorry—that’s not meant to pry…”
He chuckles, low and brief, and shifts to lean against the wall across from you. He doesn’t crowd your space, but the hallway suddenly feels much smaller. He’s still facing you.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s not that serious.” He shrugs. “Robin is just… picky.”
“About what?” you ask, laughing softly.
Steve’s mouth curves into a smirk, slow and deliberate. “Again,” he says, “relationship shit.”
You nod like you understand, even though you don’t. Not really.
“Right,” you say, lifting your cup and taking a sip, mostly to give yourself something to do.
His expression shifts.
It’s subtle, but you catch it—the way his eyes sharpen, something darker settling there. Something assessing. You hate that you’re standing directly in the line of it, like you’ve wandered somewhere you weren’t supposed to be.
“Let’s just say,” he continues, voice dropping, “I’m really impatient.”
You swallow.
The hallway feels warmer all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s just you. You feel strangely exposed, like you’re laid out on an examination table under his scrutiny, every small movement suddenly too noticeable.
Before you can think of another question—before you can decide whether you even want to—Steve pushes off the wall.
ive been filled with thoughts of making out with travis during ur shift. that is all i will take my leave thank u
a/n: thank u sm for all the love on my last (and first ever) travis post!! it means so much to me and rlly motivates me so tysm :))
pairing: travis “teacake” meacham x reader
classification: blurb
warnings: swearing, a little suggestive?
291 words
࿔ travis is definitely super needy and touch starved. especially after being in prison for a while. i can also see him just being the most puppy kind of pathetic.
࿔ atchison's is always dead anyway. whenever it's only you and travis working, which is often, you always find some moments to sneak away.
࿔ it switches from being in a closet, to in the break room, to stolen kisses just out in the open. it's not like your shitty boss, griffin, is ever there anyway.
࿔ he is for sure just sooo touchy. his hands would be everywhere. holding your face, tangled in your hair, on your waist, your hips, cupping your ass.
࿔ don't even get me started on the sounds he makes! this man whimpers don't test me. have you seen him.
࿔ "fuck, baby, needed this bad," he'd murmur before devouring you. his tongue would tangle in yours, pinning you against the wall, inhaling you as he kisses you. "shit, so fuckin' pretty."
࿔ of course, between kisses, he'd try to talk and talk and talk, but you'd just shut him up with another kiss. at the feeling of your lips against his, he'd just melt all over again and immediately forget what he's saying.
࿔ you've definitely made out for way too long one time and didn't even realize the bell repeatedly ringing at the front desk. mrs. rooney was not happy when you two stumbled out of the break room, travis repeatedly apologizing and walking her to the elevator as if his shirt wasn't unbuttoned, as if his hair wasn't tousled, as if his lips weren't kiss-bitten.
࿔ travis is beyond down bad for you. he can't stand taking one look at you without pulling you aside and having his lips find yours.
a/n: he's just the cutest and he is really easy for me to write for for some reason! i love him. my baby. thank u for the request i hope this was satisfactory ml! everyone feel free to send me requests but read my guidelines first! <3
