can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 2

Or: a secret Admirer AU

Part 1

There’s a note in Eddie’s locker. It flutters down to the dirty linoleum when he opens it to try and find his missing Biology textbook. He stares down at it, perplexed, until Jeff bends down to pick it up.

“Hey!” Eddie cries, snatching it out of his hand. “That’s mine!”

“Whatever, dude,” Jeff replies, leaning back into the closed locker beside Eddie’s and crossing his arms.

Eddie pays him no mind, too busy unfolding the note and bending over it to read.

He reads it again. And again. And again, each pass over the sign-off making his cheeks feel hotter.

It’s not like Eddie’s a stranger to getting notes in his locker, but they’re usually death threats. Or requests for drugs. Not…not this.

“What’s it say?” Jeff asks, breaking him from his shocked reverie.

“Nothing!” Eddie shrieks loudly enough that multiple heads turn to scowl at them. Eddie hastily stuffs the note into his pocket, and smiles at Jeff. “Let’s go get lunch, huh?”

Jeff squints at him suspiciously.

Eddie, in a desperate bid to distract him, starts rambling about this week’s campaign. It seems to work. By the time they’re settled in with matching shitty lunches, Jeff’s wheedling him for information on the next big bad instead of the note burning a hole in Eddie’s pocket.

It’s probably a joke, definitely a joke.

Just ONE chance | Part 2

“Are you gonna message him?” It was later in the evening, Rosie was in the living room watching some gameshow while Stevie sat at the kitchen island, having just finished cleaning up after dinner, Robin facing her through her phone, stuffing her face with what looked like French fries.

Didn't really wanna work much on this thing

But I still love them

steve’s pretty shit at expressing his emotions. (he has his dad to thank for that.) and he has this weird habit of staring at people, face either totally blank or a little bit pinched. people tend to misinterpret this as hostile, but as robin had come to learn, he’s actually just an idiot and is doing something to the effect of: i love you so much and if i stare at you hard enough maybe you will feel it

so she indulges him, naturally. when she catches him doing it to her she stares right back, both of them dead still, and this smile slowly creeps onto his face the longer they do it. whoever breaks first has to hear “ha! i love you more, im the better friend!” a lot until it happens again.

and then one day eddie walks in while they’re mid staring contest. he looks confused as they— in what must look very crazy to him— just smile at each other from opposite ends of the family video counter. steve loses to look at him, and robin starts to celebrate.

she shouts things like: “i love you more! i stared longer! suck it, you dick!” and he smacks her shoulders while laughing his ass off. eddie approaches, weirdly dazed, and a normal conversation ensues until steve has to run into the back.

the second he’s gone eddie asks her, “what the fuck is the staring about?” and she tells him. watches him go pink as he understands.

finally, he says, “oh, i thought he was looking at me like that because he hated me.” and oh, this is going to be so fun.

This was getting out of hand.

Because Eddie Munson never did repeat.

And somehow, he kept coming back to Steve Harrington’s doorstep, promising himself ‘This will be the last time’, then repeating the same dance and song until he just—

Stayed.

By The Heart (Secret Admirer pt 2)

Steddie Week 2024, July 2: Hands / touch starved / Invisible Touch by Genesis

wc: 2136 / rated: T / set between seasons 2 and 3 / also on ao3

After the world fell apart a second time in November of ‘84, Steve had finished out the rest of his senior year in a daze. Partly because Billy Hargrove had broken a fucking plate over his head, giving him a small scar by his hairline that the doctor said would fade and recurring headaches that the doctor said might stick around anywhere from a few months to forever. 

It’s been more than a few months and the headaches are only slightly less frequent and a tiny bit less severe. 

by EmotionalKing13

Eddie knew his whole village hated him, but he didn’t think they all hated him enough to throw his name into the voting pot to be sacrificed to the dragon that protects their little town.

But while everyone was expecting Eddie to be eaten quickly, Eddie was getting quite the surprise.

Words: 6655, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

9 ▰▱▰▱ Take Me Home (Please Stay With Me) ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

"came back wrong" post-s4 fanfiction, featuring monster kas!eddie. pre-steddie -> steddie

minors DNI please, Steve has some S P I C Y thoughts, although nothing too explicit yet.

TW: References to period-typical homophobia, brief discussion of HIV/AIDS crisis.

Part I ┊ Part II ┊ Part III ┊ Part IV ┊ Part V ┊ Part VI ┊ Part VII ┊ Part VIII ┊ Part IX (📍)

Arlene grins at him, although her smile is painfully awkward and more like a grimace to Steve’s eyes.

“Guess I wasn't as clear as I thought I was.”

She steps towards him, holding her arms out in invitation. “Baby Bear, I'm so sorry, I completely misunderstood the subtext.” She apologizes and Steve's heart immediately starts to mend itself from the damage his knee-jerk fear at being outed caused, healing by the grace of the heartfelt nature of her words. The cracks that widened along the well-worn fault lines that spiderweb across the shattered patchwork remnants of his heart begin to fill in slowly, rebuilding yet again. He should have known, he should have never doubted his mom because she always has his back. He chokes down a relieved sob as all of the stress from the last few minutes comes crashing down on him with all of its immense weight, sending him stumbling into his mom’s open arms. He feels safe and warm, cradled in an embrace he’s missed terribly for the past three years. He immediately starts crying, the tears coming hot and fast down his cheeks and leaving salty streaks in their wake.

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“Open up, princess...”

(steddie | 2.4k | teen | tags: future fic, steddie in their 40s, second chances, mutual pining, happy ending | @steddielovemonth Love is the hope for a future together by@acasualcrossfade | AO3)

"I don't know, Robbie. I mean, it's been years! Even if there ever was a 'spark' between us, it's probably long gone."

He doesn't look over at Robin as he says this, pretending to be engrossed in grading papers. They both know that he hasn't made a single mark on the paper in front of him since Robin burst into his house with her spare key and announced, "Eddie's coming to the wedding."

"Inside voice," he had chided her, even though April was at her friend's house doing a school project. Old habits die hard.

Plopping down next to him at the kitchen table, Robin had happily ignored him as she continued, "Lucas just called me, it's going to be a surprise for Dustin. Eddie's finishing the tour two days early, so he's coming straight from the airport. But he will be there, Steve!"

Trying his best not to show how his heart had started beating faster as soon as Robin had mentioned Eddie's name, Steve had shrugged nonchalantly. "That's nice, Robbie. Dustin will be over the moon."

(steddie | explicit | 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is sharing food by @sparklyslug | AO3)

Thursday is officially Eddie's favorite day of the week.

He freely admits that this is a recent development, because before he and Steve started their weekly movie nights, Saturday was Eddie's favorite day. But not even the prospect of having a full day off and another one to look forward to could beat spending several hours alone with Steve.

It's not that he really minds sharing Steve most of the time, because Eddie knows that Steve is happiest when all members of their unconventional little family are safe and accounted for. But the greedy part of Eddie revels in the knowledge that he could have Steve all to himself for a few hours each week.

In hindsight, he should have known that this particular kind of possessiveness was probably not normal friendship behavior. Nor was it really making an effort with his clothes and his appearance for a night on Steve's couch with just the two of them and their movie of the week. But Eddie can be slow on the uptake, especially when it comes to his (previously non-existent) love life.

It took Steve kissing him with lips that tasted like the buttery popcorn he had prepared for them for Eddie to realize that what he felt for Steve was different from what he felt for his other friends.

After that, their movie night routine changed slightly.

It was still every Thursday, but now Eddie usually stayed at Steve's place or vice versa after the movie was over.

They still took turns choosing the movie, but now they always had to pause or rewind whatever was playing because they got lost in each other again.

It was still a rule that they had to bring their own snacks, but now they made sure to bring something that the other one liked, because they knew that's what their kisses would taste like.

Of course, about two months after their friendship has evolved into what it is now, Steve has to break one of their few (admittedly unspoken) rules.

little addition to this 🥞

it’s routine, every week, steve and robin go out. they get a little drunk, they dress up, and they dance. steve forgets all about work, about the past, about his dead love life. forgets it all and has fun with his best friend.

and it’s routine, every week, to go get the best pancakes the midwest has to offer. at denny’s. at 3am.

he gets the same thing every time and sits at the same booth, with robin. in their now sweaty club clothes, still tipsy and giggly and winding down from the heady buzz of the music and lights. they go to denny’s and steve is always starving, has been waiting, secretly thinking about it all night. can’t help closing his eyes around the first sweet mouthful.

he hadn’t wanted to go the first time, his feet hurt and he wanted his bed. but robin insisted and steve could never really say no to her. and that’s when he saw him, part of the reason he goes back every week and sits at the same booth. the denny’s line cook. the most beautiful guy steve’s ever seen. the very guy who makes the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am.

who steve can’t get up the nerve to talk too.

he’s just, scared. especially because he’s always a little drunk, worries that the guy won’t take him as genuine, won’t believe him that it’s been months and he’s all he can think about. that he sits at that booth because it gives him a view for the pass window, gets to see his hands slide the plates up and pull the tickets down and he has long fingers and lithe forearms and the biggest, prettiest brown eyes.

so sunday morning always comes and steve’s sober again, but he just can’t make himself go back.

he doesn’t even know his name.

but he want to. wants to know what he looks like not in work clothes, what he does in his spare time. wants to know if he’d still like steve in his work clothes, instead of shorts that are cut so high he’s almost showing cheek, or shirts that show the softness hes accepted at his stomach. if he even likes any of that at all, could ever like it. could like steve.

but then robin has to go visit her parents for the weekend. and without her there, there’s no club, no drinks, no dancing under the lights. it’s just steve, in their little apartment, thinking about work and the past and his none existent love life.

and the little pep talk robin gave before leaving floats through his mind. telling him he could try, if he wants, she believes in him, and hes a catch, she would know, she knows him best.

so when sleep won’t take him steve sees it as a sign. he switches his sweats for jeans but keeps the hoodie he’s in, wants to be comfortable, and he goes to get the best pancakes the midwest has to offer, at denny’s, at 3am. like every saturday night. but he’s sober. nervous but he needs to go. needs to be brave.

needs to find out how the pretties line cook makes the best pancakes around.

needs to know his name.

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he's a maniac, maniac on the floor

and he's dancing like he's never danced before

he's a maniac, maniac on the floor🦇