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This fic has been consuming my brain space. I spent entirely too much time on this and I could have done the whole song honestly

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continuation scene of this steddie college/taco bell au lmao

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steve is sloshed.

he didn’t exactly plan on getting so wasted that he ended up leaving the party before midnight and escaping without telling anyone goodbye. but that’s what’s happening. it’s just one of those kinda nights, he guesses.

so he’s fucking drunk, the frat party j-name something from stats class invited him too was shitty and robin had a date with chrissy (“it’s literally just a study session, steve” “um no, no one studies on a friday night, she just wants to hang with you alone while her roomate is out”).

without robin there wasn’t anyone to make fun of people with him and make bets on who was going to hook up with who.

so obviously he drank too much, too quickly, because he was bored. and now he’s drunk stumbling back toward his apartment that’s right next to campus when he sees it.

taco fuckin bell

“live más” he whispers under his breath, already salivating at the idea of smashing like, 5 bean and cheese burritos before going home, texting robin to solicit details about her “study sesh” (read: date), and falling asleep with the worst burrito induced heartburn he can imagine. sounds stellar.

steve walks into the establishment and the fluorescents flood his eyes so much he sobers up a decent amount. at least now the menu board isn’t swimming in his vision, he still has to squint though. he’s trying to see how many burritos the $10 in his pocket can get him.

“hi, welcome to taco bell” says the most deadpan voice steve has ever heard. he thinks of the ‘welcome to chili’s’ vine and chuckles to himself because, heh. and he’s still pretty drunk.

he drags his eyes away from the menu and finds the source of the voice.

holy fuckin shit

steve is pretty sure his jaw sorta hangs open a bit.

“hi” he says, ya know, like an idiot. internally steve is barking a little. because who invented this guy.

how does he look good in taco bell fluorescents? he’s wearing a visor, of all things, and he’s making it look sexy. his hair in a high ponytail with strands poking out everywhere like he just threw it up and it fell perfectly without any effort. even steve can’t make a visor look good. this guy makes it work, this guy makes everything work. he’s tall, wearing tight black jeans with so many rips there’s no way they’re actually within the dress code. his stupid black polo uniform thingy is just on the side of too-tight across the guys shoulders but loose at the waist. steve wants to scream.

“what can i getcha?” the guy asks with a smile. he seems dead on his feet, but the soft smile seems genuine and sweet.

steve continues barking in his head, and attempts to order, “uh—can i get. uh six of the rice and bean burritos.”

“sure man, comin right up” says hottiemchottie as he types something into the register.

steve finally finds it in his own drunken mind to read the guys nametag.

‘hello! my name is: eddie’

eddie.

“that’ll be $8.67, cash or card?” he—eddie—says.

“uh…cash!” steve helpfully replies. he gives himself a mental fist bump at his ability to fish the $10 bill from his tight ass jean pocket.

eddie fiddles with the register and goes to grab the change.

“keep the change!!” steve blurts out. he wants to tip the guy. and he doesn’t think change will fit back into his pockets.

“oh, cool,” says eddie with a smile, “‘preciate it”

“anytime!” steve replies, because like, literally. anytime, pleasepleasepleaseplease.

eddie grins again and steps away from the counter to slip towards the back, steve tries not to be a freak and stare at the guys ass, but those jeans are fucking tight. damn, guy has a nice ass and smile? unfair.

eddie returns holding the bag of his burritos, “here you go man, hope it hits the spot,” he says with a wink.

holy shit a fuckin wink

“thanks,” steve is trying to stay calm, “it’s gonna slap. can’t wait for the heartburn of my life.” bruhhhh who even says ‘slap’ anymore. steve is internally crying.

eddie doesn’t seem like he’s repulsed by steve’s lameness, so that���s good. “real. but it’s worth it, drunk burritos can’t be beat.”

“exactly, you get it,” steve smiles, “thanks man, have a good resta your night.” he then promptly turns on his heel and makes to get the fuck out of here before he can embarrass himself further.

“you too,” eddie says as steve exits.

steve is in love. he has burritos and he’s in love. best. night. ever.

“LIVE FUCKIN MÁS BITCHES” he screams into the night as he starts his short walk back to the apartment. paper bag of burritos clenched tightly in his hand, smile plastered on his face. a girl he didn’t notice earlier throws up in the bushes and her friends pat her on the back and give steve a weird look.

he laughs to himself and tries to plan out his week around multiple taco bell visits. he cannot wait to be delusion and talk to robin about his future husband the taco bell employee who’s dead inside 🖤

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robin: hey, you got some toothpaste on your face

eddie, proudly: it’s cum :D

robin, hitting him with a broom: YOURE DISGUSTANG

steve, just waking up: did he say his toothpaste is cum again?

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modern harringroveson track and field stars! au

OK HEAR ME OUT i knowww eddie is like the epitome of anti sports BUT i feel like modern him would run cross country… maybe a hot take BUT like. can’t you imagine him just putting in headphones to some dnd podcast and running for like 3 hours straight through the woods lost in his own head before realizing he just ran a marathon 😵‍💫 his messy sweaty ponytail and lanky ass limbs just give long distance runner to meeee idk

and okay yes obviously billy and steve are more traditional jocks. like billy probably does something strength reliant like shot put or javelin and maybe steve does pole vaulting or shorter speed distances like the 100m or 400m

anyways i can just see them all hanging before practice and stuff and just generally being sporty and nerdy doofuses who shoot the shit with one another but also are hot for one another but also care so deeply about one other 😭

also: eddie can literally eat both of them under the table (not like that u pervert). but like literally, he burns so many calories a day running distance and has the metabolism of a fuckin hummingbird. so even tho he’s a twig (albeit a toned as fuck twig) compared to steve and billy, he eats like 3 more servings then both of them at any given meal. steve and billy are always shook even tho it happens every time.

anyways here’s a lil snippet that devolved into them being horny because my brain is harringroveson mush and they’re just like thatttt:

“dude where do you even put all that?!” steve asks as he pulls jokingly at eddie’s hair, staring at him with a fearful yet awed (aroused??) expression.

“meh fat ass” eddie mumbles, swatting steve’s hand away and continuing to devour his second burger loaded with fries.

“bitch, you couldn’t do leg day with us if you tried” billy pokes fun as he throws a fry into munson’s face from where he’s sitting across the diner booth.

“well, you couldn’t survive the zombie apocalypse if you tried,” eddie snarks, grabbing the fry from where it landed in his mane of hair and eating it, because ya know, he’s a fucking human garbage disposal, apparently.

“what the actual fuck does that have to do with anything?” billy grumbles, unsure what his nerdy boyfriend is on about this time.

“you can’t outrun the zombies, baby. obviouslyy, duh? even with their zombie slo-mo walk, you’re toooo slow,” eddie grins and shoulder checks steve, trying to get a rise out of his other boyfriend at his pathetic jab.

steve throws his hands up immediately in distress, “oh fuck no, i’m not getting involved in your weird ‘long distance versus field event’ dick measuring superiority contest again. i’m fucking switzerland this time, pleading the fifth. i’m not tryna sleep on the couch tonight.”

“munson won’t be sleeping in the goddam apartment tonight if he keeps running his mouth,” billy says with a bitchy snarl they all know is for show.

eddie pretends to faint, his hand over his head like a flailing maiden, flopping unceremoniously onto steve, who lets out a huff, “i want you i need you oh baby oh baby.” eddie quotes sarcastically while licking burger grease off his fingers, “keep threatening me, i like it,” he winks at billy, popping his thumb into his mouth for a final suck before reaching for steve’s napkin in front of them.

billy scoffs and shakes his head, “you don’t seem to mind our leg day muscles when our dicks are—“

“woahhh, bills let’s save it for not public? yeah baby?” interjects steve, ever the voice of reason and public decency. he pushes eddie off his chest gently to address him, seeking out his eyes, “ed’s, you full? can we grab the check and head out before our mister there gets us kicked out?”

“mmm,” eddie says as he gives billy an obvious once over, “stevie, it’s funny, i’m still hungry, but i think i know of two particular things at this very table that would just fill me rightttt up,” he says sleezily, dripping with saccharine, licking his lips stupidly while winking once again at billy.

billy snaps. he slams too much cash onto the tabletop, stands rigidly, shoulders tense, “we’re leaving.”

“but baby, im still hungry,” eddie starts, trying to act coy.

steve gives in, “munson, up. we have foreplay at home, where ya know, it’s legal.”

eddie can’t help but relish poking and prodding until both his boys are riled up, “thought you wernt getting involved, stevie?”

“and i thought you wernt all talk, munson, but guess your moth is only good for yapping. shame.”

both eddie and billy tense in excitement, they love when steve gets bitchy on them. the sex is going to be so fucking good tonight.

the three of them rush the exit, beelining across the parking lot. steve slides into the drivers seat of his car. billy easily wrestles eddie into the backseat and claims shotgun for himself.

the hierarchy of seats doesn’t matter though, since eddie practically sprawls his torso across the center consul to fake-whisper into billy’s ear while steve begins to drive them home, “you think he’ll let me prove to you both that i can use my mouth for something other than yapping tonight?”

billy smiles darkly as they watch how steve’s grip on the wheel tightens, “dunno ed’s, think you’ll have to be realll diligent to convince us.”

“ooo sounds like fun.”

steve is in such a rush to get them home he parks so poorly that he gets a parking ticket the next day lmaoooo. but he makes billy and eddie help cover it because it’s THEIR fault for making him so horny he literally couldn’t even park straight in their apartment complex’s nearly empty parking garage.

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steddie college au!

eddie works part time at a taco bell really close to campus and steve always just ends up walking there after a party or long nights in the library. he thinks the dude with the frizzy hair who works nights every weekend is hot so he just keeps going back. he always gets a baja blast and like 5 burritos cuz those fuckers are small. eventually, he musters up the courage to actually talk to the hot guy who’s nametag reads ‘eddie.’ he’s charming and silly and makes fun of steve’s lack of hot sauce usage.

“can’t belive you don’t add hot sauce to those things man, that’s like, the best part.”

“ugh i know, i mean, i like spice, it just gives me heartburn, so sadly i gotta avoid the hot sauce ”

“then why tf are you eating at taco bell, we’re like heartburn central bro”

“i come here cuz you work here and you’re hot.

eddie blinks and blue screens “what?”

“what?”

after eddie is a drama queen and parades around muttering about stupid pretty boys and stupid self and fuck i owe jeff money now, steve asks when eddie gets off work and if he wants to go out sometime. maybe they can get mexican?

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Sports AUs are one of my weaknesses, so a massive thank you to @br0ck-eddie for commissioning this 🥰

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eddie can’t get it right. he’s really trying to figure out the riff to fucking, please, please, please—of all songs—on his guitar but it’s not clicking.

billy sits reading eddie’s copy of the hobbit on their shitty couch, sprawled on his stomach and kicking his feet like the secret cutie patootie eddie knows he is.

“close, munson. almost got it,” he says without taking his eyes from the book.

eddie can’t help but smile and throw his guitar pick at billy’s face, giving up on actually trying for now, “and how the fuck would you know what it’s supposed to sound like, hmm? you listen to sabrina now?”

eddie leers at the way billy’s neck slowly flushes a deep scarlet.

“fuck off munson, we both know steve doesn’t play shit else at the moment.”

“well then help me out sweetheart, what am i missing?”

billy finally turns his head away from the book and looks at eddie, “‘m not a guitar savant fuckass, you’re just missing the little,” he purses his lips and eddie can’t help but watch at the way his throat constricts around nothing as he hums, “m-m-mmmm-m.”

“ooooh right, right. the m-m-mmmm-m part. gotcha. yeah let me try that real quick,” eddie brings his right middle finger to the neck of his guitar and the other to strum pitifully at the strings.

“real mature,” billy says while raising his eyebrow.

“my wonderous humor is lost on you!!” he wails dramatically, no actual weight to the words, “stevie woulda been crackin his cute ass up at that move,” eddie pouts while continuing to slide his middle finger up and down the frets of his guitar.

“you don’t think this ass is cute?” billy says with a returned pout as he pops it out obscenely from where he’s splayed. he pretends to go back to reading.

“that ass is a public disturbance, and you know it,” eddie chuckles at himself, “well, maybe more of a private disturbance, if you know what i mean.”

billy keeps ���reading’ his book, but eddie can see the way his broad shoulders shake a little from how he’s trying to keep his laughter under control, “nah munson, no idea. what ever could you mean? i think you’ll have to explain—or better yet, just show me?”

“oooo a kinesthetic learner. you wanna get educational, hargrove?”

“im alllll about the academics, baby” billy says through a smile as he wiggles his ass and the book in his hand simultaneously.

eddie sets his guitar down gently and slides off the kitchen chair he was perched on. he lets his knees thunk onto the soft rug of their living room, slowly digs his hands into the crinkly threads on the ground and lets his hips wave in an overly seductive way as he crawls toward the couch, “well, ya know. im so dedicated to academia that i stuck around for a few extra years.”

“ahh,” billy breathes out like he’s never been more bored, “so you can stick something somewhere? was starting to think you can’t do anything but run your mouth.”

eddie reaches the couch and just takes a big fucking chomp out of billy’s basketball shorts clad ass because 1) goddam and 2) he’s being a little bitch and needs to be humbled.

billy’s affronted whine and the way the book smacks onto the armrest makes eddie feel like he’s on fire. he grins into billy’s meaty upper thigh and hums the riff billy had so kindly taught him how to master on guitar.

“munson. i swear to god if you don’t get on me in the next five minutes im calling steve and telling him to leave the gym right fucking now cuz i need something—” he’s cut off with a heavy oof and the full weight of one eddie munson plastered along his back.

eddie hums please, please, please into billy’s skin and lips and dick while they fool around on the the couch until steve gets home twenty minutes later. he’s sweaty from the gym and breathing hard, like he ran home.

eddie looks up from where he’s perched on the carpet sucking billy off in surprise.

“oops, may have preemptively texted steve cuz i thought you were just sooo busy with guitar,” billy says all demure from where he’s reclined against the couch cushions, shirt rucked up to his armpits from eddie’s wandering hands.

“you think he’s more academically inclined than me?” eddie says as he stares and vastly appreciates the way steve’s weathered grey t-shirt sticks to his pecs with sweat. he moves his hand up and down billy’s cock as he beckons steve over with the other.

“cmon stevie, billy’s been such a good teacher while you’ve been gone. bet he can impart so much knowledge unto us.”

“the fuck did i walk into?” steve questions, mostly to himself, as he sheds his shirt and approaches the couch with a bitchy swagger that should be illegal. in eddie’s opinion.

“a learning experience—you’re lat—“ says billy before letting his head jerks onto the back of the couch with a huff as eddie licks a stripe up his dick.

“mmm sorry babes,” he jokes while squinting at his fancy sports watch thingy, that has numbers the size of the sun, “wont happen again,” steve laughs before planting himself next to billy on the couch. he draws billy into a heated kiss with one hand and runs the other into eddie’s hair to tug playfully at the roots.

and if eddie hums please, please, please while sucking billy off, and if steve starts humming along while marking up billy’s neck, and if billy cums while they’re doing it. well…that would just be the most darndest thing wouldn’t it???wouldn’t it????

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lmao i’m rotting in the head with this frat boy/drug dealer steddie au so here’s a continuation of this post:

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steve is trying his best to focus on the biology textbook in front of him, he really is. but.

instead he’s just laying on his stomach atop eddie munson’s crumpled bedsheets sporting his tightest jeans and thinnest t-shirt, and trying to pop his ass out in a subtle but sorta obvious way.

he’s trying his absolute best to clue eddie into the fact that he’s very interested in the long haired man joining him on said bed. and perhaps also that he’s interested in shedding their clothes and fucking nasty because steve has been flirting with this boy for what feels like eons and he’s nearly at the end of his wits. his dick definitely is.

so steve is arching his back in hopes of highlighting his, ahem, assets, and chewing absently on the end of his pencil while eddie sits entirely too far away and decidedly not on top of steve naked.

he allows himself to heave a huge sigh, trying to draw attention to himself because eddie’s been messing around with his guitar for the past 20 minutes and even though steve’s caught him sneaking looks (hopefully at the way his jeans are stretched across his ass) a few times, the long haired boy keeps dragging his eyes back to the neck of his acoustic.

eddie either ignores steve’s sigh or is too preoccupied by his music to hear the way it exhales from steves mouth in a bitchy and huffy manner.

steve pouts to himself but lets his mind wander back to reality instead of zoning out and screaming internally “if you can read minds get over here and fuck me”

since eddie’s probably not a mind reader, seeing as steve is currently not being dicked down in his bed, steve try’s another tactic and turns his attention to the soft strumming of eddie’s hands and his little hums or whisperings of lyrics under his breath.

he continues to chew on his pencil, but lets his eyes slide away from the textbook and gives up the pretense of studying biology instead of eddie.

god he’s pretty. with big hands and dexterous fingers that fiddle with the strings of his guitar like he doesn’t even have to think about it. steve lets his gaze linger on the way eddie’s legs are spread and sock clad feet planted on the floor so he can perch the guitar on his lap. the black jeans he’s wearing are a little baggy and sport random holes and bleach stains, but they still hug the meat of his thighs in a delicious manner that kinda make steve want to crawl over there and bite new holes into them.

“who’s the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mmm?”

wait. what the fuck?

steve’s eyes fly up to eddie’s face where he finds his big brown eyes fluttered shut, his mouth lax, and lips moving around mumbled syllables as his fingers continue to stumble across strings while he sings half-memorized lyrics under his breath.

“holy shit are you singing sabrina?” steve blurts in a breathy question. who even thinks before speaking? not steve, that’s for sure.

eddie startles and nearly drops his guitar, the body making a hollow echo as he slaps his hand down to stop it from falling from his lap. he lets out a nervous sounding laugh. “shit stevie you startled me princess,” he grins a toothy bashful smile that makes steve wanna kiss him until hes memorized it.

“well is it?” steve pesters, because he’s a little shit and needs to know the answer like, yesterday.

“i mean, yeah, it’s from the album you showed me the other day—“

steve interrupts because that’s who he is as a person “yeah, Bed Chem, it’s my favorite one!” he smiles broadly, remembering how when it came on in the car he exclaimed the same thing before bopping his head along to the beat and singing along to every word.

eddie shifts awkwardly in his desk chair like he’s a kid in detention “exactly, it’s a good one. and, i mean, i know it’s your favorite so, i thought it’d be nice if i learned and played it for you sometime. ‘s stupid, not like i can be sabrina or anything, im like not five foot, first of all, and i mean—“

steve has to cut him off again because holy fuck he needs the man in front of him so badly it’s become a health hazard.

“eddie, you—mr. exclusively listens to 80s metal and like, machine girl—is learning my favorite sabrina carpenter song on the guitar to play for me?”

“i don’t exclusively listen to metal and also, im impressed remember who machine girl are—“

“eddie, you’re evading, answer the question.”

“i mean i said i was doing that. so your question is redundant. but yeah. i did. i said i know its stupid—“

“eddie. ohmygod please come here” steve scrambles into a seated position and pats a spot on the bed next to him.

the long haired man slowly sets down his guitar and approaches the bed like a nervous newborn horse. it’s adorable and steve needs to just be upfront about everything at this point because it turns out they both might be denser than he thought possible.

“i’m sorry,” eddie begins to apologize for something he likely has convinced himself he’s at fault for

“nono,” steve starts and runs a hand through his hair like an overworked dad, “ohmygod, eddie i don’t know how to make it more obvious that im obsessed with you and want you to make a move on me but you literally just played sabrina fucking carpenter in front of me and said you learned it for me so i need to know if this is like, a secret band kid maneuver of making a move that i was supposed to be picking up on—“

eddie’s brows are furrowed and his eyes are so wide that his shock would be comical if steve wasn’t so fuckin pent up “wait you want me—?”

steve continues his interruption streak “to fuck me seven ways to sideways. yes. eddie, i’ve been pulling out all the goddam stops and you’ve been exclusively like, friendly back. i don’t know what to think.”

“wait wait wait. is this happening?” he shakes his head like he’s trying to shake water from his mop of hair, “is this like, for real? not a joke?”

for fucks sake who hurt this guy? steve’s gonna unpack that later, but not right now. now he needs to know if eddie feels the same.

“not a joke, ed’s,” he says sincerely as possible, looking into his dark eyes, “i know im probably not like, your type or something, but i. i really like you,” steve’s getting more vulnerable than he thought he would this morning, but in for a penny and all that, “and i—i like the way i get to be around you, and i think you’re so hot it’s ridiculous” eddie lets out an aborted guffaw at that but steve persists “and you learned a sabrina song for me and i want that to mean you like me back and i want you to be able to read minds so you could have heard me trying to telepathically get you to fuck me earlier and i want to listen to machine girl with you even though it’s like, just noise so i don’t really get it but i like the way you bop your head to the music when it gets really fast—“ steve cuts himself off because he finally realizes he’s rambling and making a fool of himself.

eddie’s hands have a firm grip on steve’s own, he’s not sure when that happened, and eddie is staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky or some other stupid metaphor.

“mind reading?—whatever we’ll go back to that later.” he takes a deep breath and steve watches as a tuft of his bangs floats and lands back on his forehead at the action.

“i like you too, steve, fuck. i’ve liked you since the moment i met you and you blushed and laughed at my terrible jokes.”

steve unclenches and lets himself laugh and ride the buzz of omgomgomghelikesmeback. he catches his breath and laughs again before joking, “yeah, they were pretty terrible”

“you’re not supposed to agree!” eddie exclaims, moving his face to mirror steve’s, grinning like a fool.

“sorry sorry, they were great, dude.”

eddie’s grin gets impossibly wider, eyes rolling a little at the title, “stevie, don’t call me dude right before i kiss you”

steve feels his breath catch, “you’re gonna kiss me?” he knows he’s blushing from the neck up.

“yeah, dude” eddie says cheekily before leaning in and stealing the last bits of steve’s meager supply of breath.

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billy hargrove is riding steve’s ass.

he’s sweaty and panting in steve’s ear and brushing up against steve’s equally sweat slick back.

steve dribbles the basketball and tries to find an opening to pass or move forward away from the absolute distraction that is billy hargrove.

steve feels the sweat from billy’s hair drip onto his shoulder and darken his grey t-shirt. steve shuffles backward, trying to push the shorter boys looming presence away.

“woah there harrington, tryna make a move on me, pretty boy?”

steve can hear the shark-like grin on billy’s glistening face.

“shit cmon billy, just get off my ass.” steve knows he sounds like a little bitch, but he’s decided to own his little bitch status. robin said being a little bitch is like, one of his best attributes—robin is the best.

billy brings steve back to the present by opening his obnoxious mouth, “you’re the one shovin’ all up on me, baby”

steve hates his life. why does he have a crush on this absolutely insufferable son of a bitch?robin says its cuz hes probably a masochist or something—robin sucks. why does he have to have a crush on the most womanizing and disgustingly muscled guy in his frat?

why does billy always have to mess around and call steve shit like “baby” while he’s riding steve’s ass and sticking on him like glue during any pickup basketball game at the frat cul-de-sac.

steve fumbles the ball, cursing at himself under his breath for being distracted, and billy swoops in with an devilish giggle. somehow he manages to swat at steve’s ass while simultaneously stealing the ball.

“who woulda thought harrington would be flustered by a little pet name” he says lowly as he rushes away from steve to shoot and sink a layup.

steve already knows billy is going to use this piece of information to fuck with him for the rest of time. he’s well and truly fucked in every way other than literally. screw pretty boys from california and their blue eyes and their sculpted chests that’s never under a fucking shirt and the way they notice every goddam thing about steve like he’s a specimen to be examined.

steve forces himself to get his head back in the game (thanks robin for introducing him to HSM last week while wine drunk) and fortifies himself with a heavy sigh before running toward the herd of sweaty frat bros again.

“hey hargrove, care to share the fuckin ball sweetheart? no one likes a selfish lover”

no one had seen billy hargrove miss a jump shot until that very moment.

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WHY ARE THERE ONLY 5 FICS FOR FRAT BOY STEVE HARRINGTON I NEED THAT ASSHOLE AND I NEED EDDIE TO HATE HIMSELF FOR FUCKING HIM

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eddie munson dickin around on his acoustic guitar while frat boy steve harrington is pretending to do homework on eddies bed. eddie’s been fuckin around with pop tunes recently cuz he knows steve likes them and mindlessly starts playing and singing bed chem by sabrina carpenter. steve harrington has long since given up on his hw but when eddie starts singing sabrina he’s absolutely DUMBFOUNDED because…i mean…

eddie’s sitting lazily on a desk chair strumming his guitar and mumbling things like “come right on me, i mean camaraderie” softly and then “how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.” good god steve can barley keep his tongue in his mouth!!!

not to mention he knows eddie doesn’t listen to this kinda music. except last week steve literally wouldn’t shut up about sabrina’s new album and how good he thought it was so eddie was just like “okay, here’s aux, put it on so i can get what all the hype’s about.” they listen to it, and while eddie obviously pokes fun at the sillyness of juno and espresso, he ultimately thought it was a very clever and fun album, even if it’s not his typical genre.

anyways now he’s learning how play to steve’s favorite song from the album on his acoustic.

so steve might be falling in love?!? and is having a crisis while pretending to stare at his bio textbook on eddie’s unmade bed.

little does he know eddie’s already head over heels for steve and has slowly been trying to feel out if he feels the same!!!

please note this all came to fruition bc i can’t stop thinking about eddie singing the line:

“where art thou? why not uponeth me?” from bed chem lol

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me when i’ve read basically all the metal sandwich frat fics i can find (and lemme tell u, it’s slim pickins):

FINE, I’LL DO IT MYSELF 😩🦅🤩

below some ideas i have for a harringrovson/metalsandwich/billyxstevexeddie fic that i hope to write this summer!!! lmk if anything sticks out that u like or if theres some frat related shenanigans im missing. imma start with eddie!!

Eddie

- is frat rows designated dealer

- lives in an apartment off campus with gareth and jeff

- he’s a music entertainment industry major with a business minor (how he initially got an in with all the finance bros in frats)

- he went to community college for a year before transferring to Indiana State (he’s a sophomore at ISU when steve and billy rush)

- loves messing with the frat guys, but is never cruel with his pranks or jibes. the brothers think he’s funny and has great drugs, so always invite him to parties and socials. he doesn’t necessarily fit in with the jocks and the preps, but he knows how to party and have a good time, so he keeps showing up (not to mention he always makes bank at these functions)

- when he first sees steve he thinks the world is playing a sick trick on him. no way the THIS MAN is the freshman he’s supposed to lowkey haze during this drug deal. there is no way in hell eddie is letting this man walk away from this picnic table without attempting to decipher if he’s queer and getting his number.

- he gets steve’s number, basically gives him the drugs for free (flattery works on eddie, sue him), but is unsure on the queer thing. maybe the blush on steve’s face was just cuz he’s shy? more data must be gathered. good thing eddie is at a frat house to deal at least once a week

- the first time eddie sees billy hargrove he’s shirtless doing a keg stand, and eddie feels a little like the universe is out to get him, because how can there be two dudes (who are so opposite yet somehow BOTH his exact type) in the same frat??? how are there two new guys in his life that eddie has to consciously make an effort not to drool over???

- billy hits eddie up often to buy weed, and often try’s to charm eddie into lighting up with him—he succeeds pretty often (steve gave billy eddie’s number via a group chat of the three of them…food for thought…)

- steve keeps running point on linking up deals and drugs from eddie for the frats parties. he always makes sure eddie knows he’s invited not just cuz he’s dealing but because he actually enjoys having him there. eddie kinda wants to barf (cuz of the butterflies in his stomach)

- at a party where billy seems to be going off the rails more than usual, eddie finds him yacking in the bathroom and helps him through it. in thanks, billy runs his hands through eddie’s hair and calls him pretty. then, he makes a pondering drunk face and also calls steve pretty. eddie does actually barf this time, shoving billy out from in front of the toilet bowl (eddie blames it on the booze but it’s really the butterflies and a twinge of jealousy, this time)

i have so much more brain rot about these boys so i’ll keep posting about them lmaoooo

[gofu-kurself]

obsessed with the idea of messy frat boy steve harrington who’s a little (read: a lot) in love with his drug dealer.

the mysterious lanky dude who goes by ed is the go-to dealer for all of the houses on frat row. steve’s frats version of hazing is making the freshers buy the party favors from the quirky dealer dude because he likes to mess with them and have them do stupid shit or go on wild goose chases. if eddie’s feeling generous, instead of cash, in exchange for some of the cheaper and more…recreational drugs, he makes freshies do silly things like sing him the national anthem in a british accent or bring him a box of lucky charms with only the marshmallows. the frat guys always get a kick out of it, and love seeing what he’ll make the freshman do each year.

when steve rushes and gets into his frat, the upperclassmen obviously choose steve to retrieve the drugs for their first party of the year—expecting ed’s to take the piss and make a fool of him.

but when steve meets up with him at the picnic tables behind the woods on frat row, all eddies plans of making a fool of this freshman go out the window. he layssss on the flirting and basically lets steve rob him blind by giving him the drugs on a mega discount.

steve awkwardly attempts to flirt back, but honestly thinks this ed’s guy is making fun of him and is waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the dealer to make fun of him or yell out “PRANKED” and laugh at him. but that doesn’t happen.

he ends up leaving the picnic table with a new contact: “ed 🖤🚬” that the long haired dealer put into steve’s phone himself. and his deep letterman pockets full of drugs.

he smiles the entire way back to his frat house and all the upperclassman beg him to tell his tale. they think ed’s made him do something superrr embarrassing because steve is really vague with his response, just being like ‘oh we just chatted, ya know’

after their first meeting, steve always volunteers to go do the deal pick ups or invite eddie via text to their house parties to sell.

the frat brothers are chill and eventually pick up on his crush on ed, but they don’t say anything to either of them and watch it like reality tv. it gets so bad that they start placing bets and make a ‘you rule/you suck’ chart after sorority president robin buckley wrote it on their chore whiteboard at a party one night. steve keeps asking what the chart is referring to but his frat brothers keep making up new and absurd reasonings so he eventually just gives up on asking and accepts he’s out of the loop.

essentially, steve is obsessed with eddie and eddie is obsessed with steve but neither of them realize the other is into them. frat and college chaos and shenanigans ensue.

[gofu-kurself]

okay BUT CONSIDER:

billy hargrove being a big softie in the morning!!! billy wanting steve to stay in bed cuddled up with him because he likes to be little spoon and gets cold without steves arms wrapped around him and his chest pressed to billy’s back. billy making annoyed grabby hands from under the covers towards steve, mumbling at him in a whiny voice to ‘come back to bed, the fuck harrington it’s early’. steve laughing at his needy boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to get ready for a run, always a morning person. while steve’s brushing his teeth, billy appears in the doorway wearing one of steve’s discarded sweatshirts with the neck stretched out and pouts as he leans against the doorjamb. he whines at steve ‘20 more minutes cmon, back to bed’ gesturing sleepily and pathetically behind him. steve huffs and gestures at the running shorts and underarmor tee he’s wearing in attempts to make billy understand he was going for a run. but billy just continues to give him those sad sad eyes and says ‘steve baby, please’ and who is steve harrington to say no to such a polite request?

they go back to bed for much longer than 20 minutes :))))))

[gofu-kurself]

moonheavens' (wolfstar) fic recs, Nov 24

hello! since my last list of fic recs is now over a year old (Aug 23), I figured it's about time for a new one, especially on the back of the recent discourse about shouting about work you love, which I'm always happy to do.

so without further ado, here are some fics I have "recently" read and loved and whose praises I'd like to sing, very loudly. please do note this only includes wolfstar or multi-ship Marauders fics.

authors, if you want to be untagged, have your fic removed or have the one line summary changed, just message me.

all recs with ao3 links below the break <3

WIPs

All's Fair in Love and Trivia, by @cancerravenclaw ~75k, Explicit, Muggle. exes to lovers years after a huge, painful break-up. I've been eating this up with a spoon and re-read multiple times so far, it's soooo good. really hot ex-sex, yet also handles the complex emotions beautifully, and I love the group dynamics.

The Labyrinth, by QuillNib ~45k, Explicit (check tags), AU. Sirius is forced to sign a contract with an A/B/O breeding facility. really interesting take on omegaverse dynamics, very handmaid's tale vibes. great writing and plot, and keeps you on your toes constantly.

How To Jeopardise Your Friendship With Remus Lupin, by @amberlink ~200k, Teen, Hogwarts. everything you could ever want from a Hogwarts-era best friends to lovers fic. beautifully written, amazing characterisations and also just super funny and sweet. I love this Remus dearly, and this is one of those fics where you drop everything else when the update email comes in.

A Song for the End of the World, by @wannabelilybriscoe ~200k, Mature (check tags), AU. zombie apocalypse wolfstar!! amazing plot so far that really keeps you guessing, with great links to canon yet entirely fresh and inventive. wonderful friendship dynamics and writing, and I would die for this Sirius (but also lowkey steal his man).

Shorter finished works (<30k)

back to the old house, by @saintlupin 20k, Explicit, First War. Sirius, Regulus and Remus get stuck in grimmauld place and have to deal with the tension between them. absolutely beautiful, and painful in all the best ways like only saintlupin can achieve.

Sirius Black and the "mystery girl", by Anonymous 30k, Teen, Hogwarts. the marauders try to guess who Sirius is mysteriously dating. this one is so much fun, really light-hearted and joyful and a great twist with the Lily POV.

What I Heard, by fishcommuter / @fishpilgrim 28k, Explicit, Hogwarts. definition of idiots to lovers; wolfstar acting like a couple and having to be told they're basically dating. light-hearted, sweet, and a lot of fun.

The Barista, the Burglar, and the Sofa, by orphan_account 21k, Explicit, Muggle. summary reads "the story of how Sirius tries to seduce a man by slowly furnishing his flat" and.. that totally checks out. absolutely hilarious and very sweet, and I too would fold if Sirius Black bought me a bookshelf.

Wishes on Stars, by Quietlemonhush and @theresthesnitch 19k, Explicit, AU. Remus makes a wish upon a star and gains a friend. without spoiling too much, this one is a wonderful journey - so sweet, so beautiful, so poetic, so heart-warming.

A Good League Hence, by @eyra 15k, Teen, Muggle. a country hotel in the wintertime. I could put eyra's entire bibliography here as they're incredible, but this is one of my favs. sweet christmas fluff with animals and eyra's ever-incredible writing, just perfect.

June: or how Sirius finally figured himself out, by MarigoldWritesThings / @marigold-hills 15k, Explicit, Hogwarts. does what the title suggests, and wonderfully so. I adore this version of pining yet oblivious Sirius, and the writing here is stunning. tender and heart-warming.

Just a Little Bit of Magic, by @cancerravenclaw 25k, Explicit, Muggle. music journalist Remus falls in love at first sight with model Sirius at a club. flirting ensues. one of my favourites ever - sensual, delicious, beautifully written. the kind of fic I'm grateful exists, and secretly wish I could write.

Tear My Chest Open, by @puuvillaa 22k, Explicit (check tags), Post-Hogwarts. Remus never goes to Hogwarts and meets Sirius, who is taken, in a writing class. complicated feelings ensue. this one was painful, but beautiful. a beautiful expression of care and tenderness.

nothing sweeter than my baby, by damagecontrol 7k, Explicit, Muggle. wolfstar dads on a date night at a Hozier concert, except it's mostly sex. ridiculously hot and sexy, yet sweet and fun. one of my favs if I want something nsfw.

Match Point, by @billspaid 14k, General, Muggle. wolfstar as husbands who are both tennis players, inspired by Challengers. exactly what you want from it; ridiculously fun. competitive yet sweet as they go head-to-head. a blast.

lunch poems, by aeridi0nis / @steelycunt 5k, General, Muggle. tourist Sirius bothers bookstore employee Remus into adoration. aeridi0nis and their gorgeous gorgeous writing never disappoints and this was so much fun. swotty Remus my beloved.

Three Card Monte, by @enjambament 14k, Teen, Muggle. I love heist AU's and this is one of the best ones out there. tensive and exciting the whole way through, and this wolfstar... I want what those bitches have.

The Right Reason, by softsilkentofu 11k, Explicit, Post-Hogwarts. wolfstar get married (as friends) to evade anti-werewolf laws. incredibly funny and heart-warming, with great writing, and a fun twist on fake dating.

Longer finished works (30k+)

Dunes and Waters, by MarigoldWritesThings / @marigold-hills 36k, Explicit, AU. curse breaker/convict Sirius is forced to work with ancient Egypt researcher Remus on a riddle. I loved the mythology aspects of this and the twist on canon, and it was beautifully written.

The Road to Sweetwater, by @euripidestrousers 57k, Explicit, AU. Wild West AU, with outlaw Sirius and bounty hunter Remus. I've been yelling about this one a lot recently - one of my all time favs, beautifully written and so brilliant. I'll be coming back to it for a long time.

The Spy Who Loved Him, by OptimisticDinosaur / @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur 35k, Explicit, AU. James Bond AU, with spy Sirius and 'man in the chair' Remus. intensely exciting and tensive, and so much fun. I really had a great time with this one.

an endless sky of honey, by @colgatebluemintygel 35k, Mature, AU. Greek mythology inspired; Sirius is a God, Remus is a mortal. that's all I'll say, you gotta go into this pretty blind, but it's just. incredible. toothpaste never misses and this one is really special.

through the gaps of sunlight, by grumposaur / @pancakehouse 48k, Explicit, AU. victorian era exes to lovers wolfstar with aristocrat Sirius... this one was so much fun, the yearning! the pining! the longing glances! I ate that shit up with a spoon.

The Waste Land, by afieryfox / @a-fiery-fox 51k, Mature, AU. Remus is a resistance fighter for the Order; Sirius joins the fight. brilliant wartime-wolfstar characterisation and a really tense and engaging plot, plus amazing writing. one of my favs of 2024.

love finds a way, by @littleoldrachel 60k, Mature, AU. Jurassic Park exes to lovers... who doesn't love dinos? Rachel always delivers with her writing and characterisations, and I'm obsessed with these nerdy, mopey versions of R & S.

Lie to Me (Another Secret), by Whoops_e 151k, Explicit, Hogwarts. Sirius is expelled from Beauxbatons and joins Hogwarts late. beautiful fic with a focus on mental health, with amazing dialogue and super tender wolfstar (one of my favs). the bathroom scene in ch40 is everything to me.

back when we were dinosaurs, by epicblueblanket / @kaaaaaaarf 37k, Explicit, Muggle. Remus and Sirius meet at their workplace, a museum in Toronto. paleontology!!! nerd Remus!!! sexy Sirius!! this has everything you want, just a perfect fic in every way.

Bonus recs that you've probably already read, and if you haven't you absolutely 100% should

Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf (series), by thewholeofthemoon ~605k overall, Mature. a retelling of canon (starting from POA) but with Peter captured and Wolfstar taking care of Harry, aka how we all wish canon had been. beautifully written and super original take on the story. it's long, but it's worth it for the wolfstar alone.

Hey, Sharpshooter, by @tortoisebore 200k, Explicit, Muggle. college, basketball player Remus meets figure skater Sirius. recently finished, and I couldn't not include it as this is in my top 5 most re-read and loved fics ever. it makes me want to pull out my teeth one by one (affectionately). they're engraved in my memory at this point.

on another ocean, by @colgatebluemintygel (WIP) ~133k, Explicit, Muggle. recently dumped Sirius drags Remus on a holiday across through Europe. if you haven't read this, please, please do. it's literally my favourite thing in the entire world. like, no competition. I would sacrifice my firstborn for this fic, and like, raze the city of Troy for this fic (my Helen).

Chimaera & The Wolf (series), by lostmy_keys / @lostmykeysie 337k, Mature, First War. Regulus and Remus work together to find the horcruxes. this one is popular, and for good reason; I devoured this, one of my favourite things I've ever read in my life. so exciting and tense, and the wolfstar is everything to me.

and if after all of these you’re still looking for more, may I humbly inform you I’m also a wolfstar writer myself—you can find my fics on my ao3.

and that's all, folks. this is just a small selection, I have read dozens more so if you want more you know where to find me. love always, Ames <3

[gofu-kurself]

Wolfstar fics that I would totally read a 3rd time (mostly a list for me but someone asked me to share)

~~~please give these authors love, fandom engagement with writers is down and it means more than you know. ~~~

Honey if I'm not series by @brigid-faye

All of peachyybabes @lavenderhaze

The Standard Book Of Spells by imparfait

Like Real People Do by third_crow

10 reasons to go to Michigan @greyeyedmonster-18

Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations by TheQueerTailor

A Series of Sketches Done in Black Ink and within white space by @mustntgetmy

Aging Gracelessly by orphan_account

By Any Other Name by Under_the_Willow

my jokes are my armour, my kindness is my sword by @littleoldrachel

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWP

Stray dogs

Saccharine

A taste of Honey

candy crush by bizarrestars @starsworth

wading in waist-high water by @colgatebluemintygel

Heat and balance by @eyra

A Wolf's Heart by mizdiz

lessen my load by moonymoment @mayescapade

Of Memories and Milk Thievery

It's a new dawn by ilbaritz

Wish You Were Here by afieryfox

Engaged for 43 years by @halfravenhalfclaw

Of Initials and Postscripts by irrationalmoony, LadyAmina

Of Leaves and Stars by irrationalmoony, LadyAmina

Berlin Angel by de_sire

Did You Miss Me? by @krethes @Fantismal,

An Interesting Grasp by @thebibutterflyao3

Befriending A Ravenclaw by @kreestar

The PB to my J by aqua_myosotis

when it's warm again by moonymoment

'tis the damn season by moonymoment

Under the Eucalyptus [+Podfic] by @xinasvoice

this is erosion by JJanuaryRain

Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account

An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account

Second Generation by MsAlexWP

My Only Sunshine by Loua29xx

exes, horcruxes, and other reasons to panic by @lynxindisguise

Dear Your Holiness by @mollymarymarie

Au Pif by sreka, YumeNouveau

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by @poppunkpadfoot

**ok. Arguably jegulus main ones but wolfstar is heavily featured:

-Crimson rivers and best friends brother by bizarrestars

-Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon: college au ft hockey and deaf remus

--feel free to check it my main rec list