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Sirius heard it in Potions.

 “He’s a werewolf.”  Snape. Of course.

“Are you positive? Dumbledore wouldn’t let someone like that in here,” Mulciber said.

“Well, I don’t have proof. But look…he’s not here, and it’s the day after a full moon.” Snape said back.

Sirius pulled out his wand, but James grabbed his arm. “Don’t, Pads.”

“Those two need to mind their own business.” Sirius muttered. 

“They do, but don’t give him away, ok?”

“I wouldn’t -” James gave him a flat look. “Ok, ok. I won’t.”

After Potions, Sirius made his way to the Hospital Wing. Remus was asleep in the last bed. Madam Pomfrey nodded at him. She’d long since accepted that Sirius would be a fixture in the Hospital Wing after full moons as well. 

Sirius passed his hand over Remus’s forehead. He was cool enough that Sirius slid into bed next to him and curled around him. Remus moved with him and settled against Sirius. He ran his hand through Remus’s coarse curls and brushed the top of his head with his lips. He would never knowingly give Remus’s secret away. Those idiots could speculate all they wanted.

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I think it’d be really great, personally, if Steve one day dressed like he used to just to fuck with everyone, only for Eddie to absolutely love it.

I’m talking the ridiculously high and over-gelled hair, super preppy shirt with a little preppy collar, and khakis. The whole suburban goodie-goodie ‘I’ll have your daughter home by 8′ experience. The King Steve™ chic. 

The kids all howl when they see him. Dustin pretends to gag. Max asks if Steve lost a bet. Mike appears seconds from a breakdown, because the last time he saw Steve like this was when he was dating his sister, and lord help him if that headache returns to his life. It’s pure pandemonium. Robin cracking joke after joke between her loud, wheezy laughs doesn’t help, either. 

The only one who seems to be without a snarky comment is Eddie, because while he does agree with the peanut gallery that this version of Steve looks way-too-stuffy and borderline dorky, it’s also the version he originally fell for. He watched this Steve command the halls of Hawkins High and pined after him with reckless teenage abandon. He grew up knowing nothing ever could possibly happen between him and someone dressed like that, but still secretly dreaming about it when pre-calc got too confusing or Gareth’s rants about his little sister ventured into boring territory. This Steve had hooked Eddie from the start. This Steve had been his teenage dream.

So, when Steve saunters up to Eddie in his khakis and stuffy shirt, gazing up at him with the tender eyes of the newer, softer, caring Steve Eddie’s come to know and secretly love, asking for his opinion? Well, Eddie doesn’t quite feel like keeping his feelings secret anymore. Instead of commenting on his clothes, Eddie chooses to rumple them in his fist and pull Steve impossibly close to plant the very same passionate kiss he dreamed of delivering in high school to his lips. 

Imagine Eddie’s delight when, soon after, he finds the new Steve, his Steve, smiling back as if the kiss were his high school dream, too.