#eddie💝

[livingincolorsagain]

torn between buck and eddie lovingly and fondly saying each other’s names and loving it so much that they don’t even need pet names and believing that buck would call eddie princess and eddie would call buck bud/buddy and it being the most romantic thing in the world for them. and obviously they’re right

[christiangeistdorfer]

JOHN WATSON, 1976

[beyourownanchor6]

27 for the prompts, if it sparks joy 💗

thanks for the prompt bestie. it sparked joy today 😌💖

from the prompt list: “your heartbeat is my favorite sound.” also inspired by this post

my heart beats for you

rated: g | words: 1.1k | read on ao3 |

Eddie let himself through the door, slipping off his works boots and placing them on the shoe rack before bending to do the same with Bucks’. The shoes rack was literally right there, and yet—Eddie loved him anyway.

After setting his duffel bag into the laundry room, Eddie made his way down the hall, stopping to peek in at Chris. His son was sleeping soundly, Eddie stepping forward to brush the curls from his face and pull the blankets up over him. Closing the door behind him, Eddie made his way to his room, noting the soft glow of the tv coming from underneath the door.

Blue was the first thing he saw, a soft and tired smile spreading over Buck’s face. Eddie moved toward the far side of the bed, sliding up behind Buck to press a kiss over his soft curls. “Hi baby.”

Buck turned to meet him, making grabby hands for him. “Missed you.” Eddie smiled and bent to press a kiss to his forehead, right over Buck’s birthmark. “Missed you too. I’ll be right back, ok?”

Buck pouted, but eventually let Eddie go, settling back into the bed with a sigh. Eddie smiled to himself as he made for the bathroom to change into some sweats before heading back out of the bedroom and into the hallway closet where he’d stashed Buck’s present.

With the present in hand, Eddie wandered back to his room, softly closing the door behind him. Quietly, Eddie placed the gift on his nightstand before joining Buck on the bed. He curled up to his boyfriend, dragging Buck toward him.

They stayed that way for a few moments, Eddie pretending to drift off, stifling a laugh when he heard Buck sigh.

Buck turned in his hold, Eddie looking him over, a faint smile spreading across his lips while Buck frowned back at him. He reached a hand up to swipe across Bucks lips, trying to brush away some of the frown.

“What’s wrong love?”

Buck sighed again, looking away from Eddie as he answered.

“It’s just, I mean—I know I said I didn’t want to do anything for Valentine’s Day, but I—"

“Didn’t really mean it?” Eddie finished for him, Buck giving a short nod of his head.

“Yea I-I told you that you should take the shift so then I wouldn’t have to think about it, but then I just—I missed my valentine all day.”

Eddie leaned forward to kiss Bucks pout away, Buck snaking his arms around Eddie to pull him in close. Eddie let himself bask in the touch for a moment before pulling away a tinge, Buck letting out the softest whine, one that went right to Eddie’s heart.

“Just a sec sweetheart,” Eddie promised as he reached behind him for the small gift. Once he had it in hand, Eddie placed it between them, pushing it toward Buck.

“You-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did. As much as I know you claim to hate the holiday, I still want you to know how much I love you.”

“But I already do Eds. You never let me forget.”

And while that was true, Eddie still wanted him to know, needed Buck to know how much he meant to him, even if it was just through silly gift gestures.

Tapping on the jar, Eddie pushed it toward Buck, watching as the man raised it into the low light of the tv to read the writing on the side. On the inside of the jar was Hershey’s kisses, the note on the outside reading: kisses for when I’m not around.

He watched as Bucks entire face lit up, an all too adorable smile covering his face.

“Eds it’s—god this is the sappiest thing ever.”

“And you love it,” Eddie said with a wag of his brows.

Buck reeled him in for a kiss before hugging him tightly and whispering into his ear. “Not as much as I love you.”

Eddie leaned into the hold, letting Bucks touch surround him.

“I uh, I got something for you too.”

Eddie pulled back so he could meet those blues wholly. “You, Buck, Evan, my love—who hates Valentine’s Day—got me a gift?”

“Well, I made it, but—yea.”

Eddie already loved it, just for the fact Buck had thought of him and made something himself.

Buck reached behind him into his own drawer, pulling out a piece of folded paper, Eddie’s name written in red and purple glitter across the front. He handed it out, Eddie letting his fingers collide with Bucks a moment before pulling away and opening the card.

Inside was one of Bucks ridiculous heart drawings, eyes and squiggles drawn onto it; unlike most days, Buck did not misunderstand the assignment here.

“When did you make this?” Eddie asked as he looked it over.

“The other day when Chris was making his. Did you read what it says?”

Eddie remembered coming home the other day to the dining table a mess of markers and stickers, his boys having the time of their life.

Scanning the card, Eddie picked out Buck’s messy handwriting, reading it over. He chuckled with a fond roll of his eyes, looking up to see the cheekiest smile spread across Buck’s face.

“God you’re such a dork.”

Buck didn’t deny it, Eddie reading the card over once more. Signed at the bottom was a sweet love note, one that ended with—you can have my ass any day.

It was perfect. They would have each other’s backs—or ass—any day.

Setting the card to the side, Eddie pulled Buck to him, tugging the man until he was on his lap. He let his hands wander down to Buck’s ass, using the grip to pull him impossibly closer. Buck groaned into him, all but whining. “Babe, what’re you doing?”

Eddie squeezed again before placing a filthy kiss to Bucks lips. “You said I could have your ass any day, so I’m just taking what’s mine.”

Buck didn’t have any qualms about that, the two falling into one another, taking each other apart soft and slow.

They rested together afterwards, Bucks head over his chest, Eddie rubbing a hand through his curls. Buck inched his head upwards, placing it just over the middle of Eddie’s chest.

Eddie let out a content sigh. “What’re you doing?”

Buck hummed as he nestled further into Eddie, hands wrapping around his sides.

“Just listening to my favorite sound.”

“And what’s that?”

Buck adjusted himself, pushing impossibly closer into Eddie before letting out a content sigh of his own.

“Your heartbeat—it’s my favorite sound.”

Eddie couldn’t help but to disturb his boyfriend, beckoning for a kiss, one Buck easily reciprocated before replacing his ear over Eddie’s heart.

After that, Buck didn’t hate Valentines so much anymore. He always said Eddie made him feel loved every day, especially on that day.

If Eddie’s heart played Bucks favorite song, well, he had no choice but to keep it beating.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

EDDIE FINDS TRUE LOVE ON THE BACK ALLEY STREETS OF EAST LONDON.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on an IRON MAIDEN "Killers"-themed Eddie Maiden with Heart Eyes T-shirt design from PopKiller (L.A.-based kawaii & pop culture apparel boutique), and one of their earliest tee designs, I believe.

Happy Valentine's Day 2024, people, even though I have absolutely zero skin in the game. It's just a kool tee design. ♡◡♡

Source: Lifted this from Pinterest years ago, and subsequently posted it on my Facebook page, but the original link is no more.

[hellish-heart-ships]

Wally aside though, I love everyone of the neighbours so very much, and the fact that we got canon voices and so many audios for them all showing their different personalities makes me so full of glee. This update is everything that I was hoping for

[lesliesknopes]

Gregory not understanding Gritty 🤝 Ben not understanding Li'l Sebastian

[bewilderedbunny]

Honestly, give linecook!eddie a goatee.

It's settled! The edits you made really did something to me 💗🧔

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi friend 😘 Congrats on your milestone! I’d like to pick sunset orange. I love long walks on the beach, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain. Kidding! Although technically all those things are true. 🤔

For real though - I enjoy baking, cooking, reading, and traveling. I’m into gaming, including video games and tabletop (I love dnd, and I promise that’s not me saying it to be matched with Eddie). I’m pretty introverted, so I love a cozy day at home. I show my love through a mix of acts of service and words of affirmation - let me cook/bake you something while also hyping you up.

Congrats again!

hello my beautiful friend! oh, i have been waiting for this one.

i ship you with..... me. fuck those other guys, i'm keeping you to myself.

just kidding, just kidding (...or am i? 👀)

in all actuality, i ship you with the one, the only (drum roll, please)..... eddie munson!

now, i may be a bit biased as your friend, but indulge me for a second. because although you get brownie points for being a gamer and loving dnd, that is absolutely not the deciding factor here.

see, the thing is, in our chats, i've noticed something - you are brilliant, you are smart, you are so observant, but most of all? you're so fucking funny. you have the most out of pocket memes and say things that make me genuinely snort. the type of laughing until i get all teary eyed. and eddie needs someone like that. he's a giant dork, an absolute menace to society, and he needs someone who can keep up with his humor. but then to top it all of, you're also a massive nerd? he must be dreaming. seriously. someone, please pinch this boy, because he can't be convinced that he's been lucky to find someone like you who fits with him so goddamn perfectly. he can talk out all his campaigns with you, and you'd actually probably help him write them! he'd probably bug you to teach him video games, only to give up and decide that he'll stick to tabletop and just watch you with your wonderful dark games. he'd love to spend lazy evenings with you, getting to lounge and cuddle and do absolutely nothing and yet feel happier than he ever has. he always knows you'll be there for him on his bad days, ready to reassure him that no, he isn't that annoying, and yes, you'll make him brownies if he lets you get up out of his koala death grip for just a few minutes. you're there for every hellfire night, you're there for every ramble he's bound to go on after reading his latest fantasy novel, and you're there for him even on the days he's especially being a pest. he's sure at some point you'll get annoyed at him waking you up at odd hours to reassure him that you still love him at some point, but you never do. even if you were already asleep. you just give him that sleepy smile, promise him that you'd love him even if he were a worm, and get back to your beauty rest. although, he still doesn't understand why people say that - it's not like you're not just as stunning when you run on lack of sleep as you do to him after a full 8 hours. in short, you're a dream, and he hopes he doesn't wake up any time soon.

which is exactly why yours and eddie's song would absolutely have to be i must be dreaming by the maine.

1k celebration - come party with me!

[cherrypieships]

HI OLIVE I want to know Lover + Cornelia Street for all your main boys!!!! Sorry if that’s too much lol I’m just curious bc we’ve never talked s/is before & I wanna know more!! 🫶🏻

omg hi Emily!!! thank you for the ask! this isn't too much at all i'm a chatterbox i loooove oversharing heehee. TBH my 'mains' change pretty often so I'll answer this for my core three: Steve, Eddie, and Davey :)

Lover: What is your favorite part of the life you've built with your f/o?

Oh man there's so much good about the life Davey and I have. Probably the big ole found family we've established around ourselves. Having a group of friends so supportive and close that you consider them family and they do the same is so 🫶🏼 and i love knowing that they don't just see me as "Davey's girlfriend" or "my buddy's girl" but as an actual friend 🥺 Plus I love that Davey and I (and our cat Mango) are a little family of our own! Knowing there's someone who loves me, someone to come home to, and someone to care for me and for me to care for.

For Steve and Eddie, I love that we've built a life where we can comfortably be ourselves without fear of judgement. The three of us faced a lot of scrutiny, from peers and parents alike, and it feels so good to feel your emotions in real time, knowing there's not going to be a person who judges you. Knowing that at the end of the day, I can be forgetful or grumpy or sad and will still be loved and respected. And the boys knowing they can be soft, they can be sensitive, they can be goofy or childish and I'll still love them.

Cornelia Street: Do you and your f/o live together? If so, what is your domestic life like? If not, what would it be like if you moved in together?

Becuase the Worms Where My Brain Should Be decree it, I do live with my f/os!

Davey and I have a lil apartment, probably not far from his parents' house because he's kind of a mama's boy <3 He wakes up early most days so if/when he goes into work before me he leaves little sticky notes around telling me he loves me and misses me and not to forget to brush my teeth/take my meds/wear sunscreen etc. He likes to let me paint his nails. We have an aforementioned cat, an orange tabby named Mango who is spoiled beyond belief (Davey's fault, he likes to give her midnight snackie treats)

Steve and Eddie and I living together is the cutest little chaos ever. Eddie and I cook, because Steve can for some reason only make breakfast foods without setting the kitchen ablaze. Steve washes the dishes with a towel over his shoulder like a little mom he's so cute. Eddie paints little DND figurines and keeps them on a shelf in our bedroom. I leave little lyric idea snippets all around the apartment and the boys stick them to the fridge with Muppet magnets. One day we get a huge dog like a great dane named Peach and she takes up the whole bed and Steve tries to teach her to fetch a stick and fails <3

[pxrxmoore]

oh my god eddie fuckin diaz

[buddieing]

I finally got to watch 6x11 and tbh... not that much a fan...

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Congratulations for 800 followers!!! 💝💖😘

I have amazing idea, if you into this. I was thinking whenever reader and eddie said the same words at the same-times and whoever say “Jinx!” So eddie can’t say any word till reader said his full name. But… not for while (evil laugh) because R want to see how far he can stay silent but hang on, eddie had a great idea, he made reader cums so many times till he hear his full names!

Thank you for the request! It's been a minute since I wrote anything for Eddie. I missed him! ❤️

I changed this up just a wee bit! Hope you enjoy!

CW: No use of Y/N. Pet names. Reader has a vagina. Established relationship. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Eddie cums in his pants.

WC: 1.3K

“JINX!” You yelled with a smirk, before his brain had time to register it.

“Hey— no, I—” He tried to protest.

“Ah, ah Ed! You know the rules, three times.” Pinching his full lips between your thumb and forefinger, effectively shushing him, smiling and lowering your hand back down.

“Eddie… Eddie… Ed…” You laugh as he rolls his eyes. “Didn't think I'd make it that easy for you, did you?”

“Sweethea—”

“Eds!” You chide once more. “You're the one who came up with this game, so shut that big, beautiful mouth of yours!”

He huffs with a pout, leaning his head back against the couch, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. Fuck. He just had to come up with a stupid game that you'd gladly play along with, but he'd hoped he would have the upper hand, instead he had to somehow stay quiet until you said his first name three times. No nicknames, and no abbreviations count. A hard, if not impossible task for the motormouth, getting the idea after the two of you saw Beetlejuice for the first time.

You hummed, turning back to the magazine you were reading with a grin, in no hurry to give him his freedom. It had been a while since you'd gotten the best of him and you planned on prolonging his torture for as long as possible.

His attention finally drifts back to the TV as you hear another huff of irritation that you ignore.

He fidgets in place, knee bouncing next to yours, already fighting for his life and it's only been 10 minutes. Of all his stupid ideas. Way to go motormouth…

His eyes drift over to you, legs bent under yourself while still reading that magazine, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you scan over an article that must be interesting enough to hold your attention.

You look stunning, but who was he kidding, you always did. He continues to roam over your form, when an idea suddenly strikes, scooting closer to you.

His fingers come into view, curling over the top of the magazine before it's yanked from your grip and tossed to the floor.

“Hey! Eds! What're you do—”

Your whining is cut off when he presses his lips to yours, tongue instantly exploring and tangling with yours giving you no other choice but to reciprocate and melt into his needy mouth.

He hums his contentment, arm curling around your waist, hand coming to cradle your jaw, breaking the kiss a moment later. You open your eyes to see a devious grin plastered across his smug face as he lets you go to ease off the couch.

You watch him intently, brows married with confusion. His hands drift to your knees, pushing them apart slowly, his own eyes drifting down to your soft pink panties that come into view beneath your short skirt.

“Baby…” You muse with a giggle, his hands drifting up the outside of your thighs, still looking down between your legs. Once he reaches your ass, he quickly grabs your hips and pulls you forward with a squeak escaping you at the sudden movement.

“It's not going to be that easy.” You laugh, his gaze finally drifting back to yours as his eyes darken, hearing your resolve only made his determination grow.

One hand flips up the edge of your skirt as his other trails to the inside of your thigh sending a shiver down your spine, goosebumps spreading across your soft skin.

You assume his intentions were to tease you until you give in, but instead his fingers hook into the side of your panties, hastily pulling them over.

He groans, seeing your lips already glistening with your juices, biting his lip to keep from commenting further as he moves forward, promptly flattening his tongue, licking a broad stripe up, moaning the moment your essence erupts across his taste buds.

“Ooooh!” Your hips buck when he expertly flicks across your clit, his free hand pins you quickly back down to the cushion.

He grins against you, repeating his motions. Your hands come to tangle in his unruly curls, gripping a little tighter each time he pays special attention to your puffy nub, making a series of moans fall from your parted lips.

His mouth moves back down to your aching hole, tongue darting in and out, lapping at the steady stream of sweet juices.

“Yes! Yes!” You pant out, between labored breaths getting caught in your chest when his finger teasingly swirls around your entrance causing you to suddenly clench around nothing.

Eddie was very vocal in bed, well anywhere for that matter. It was a little off-putting to only hear the smacking of his lips against your core mixed with your filthy moans but if this was the type of treatment you receive each time you “jinxed” him you'd gladly take one sided silence for just a little while longer.

His lips attach to your throbbing clit, sucking a little harshly as his finger begins to push inside of you.

You throw your head back with a high pitched whine, as he slides his digit into you, pulling back just as quickly adding a second with ease into your soaking pussy, immediately curling them up to send you into a frenzy.

A combination of figure eights and tight circles dance across your clit, providing the perfect amount of friction for your core to be set ablaze. His fingers continued to curl, until he found that perfect spot.

Your back arches, hips pushing your pussy further into his mouth with a cry of pure pleasure.

His eyes dart up over your mound when he feels you tighten around his fingers. He wants to praise you, tell you how good you're doing but he moans instead, the vibrations sending another jolt of ecstasy through your body.

He strokes you from the inside, the rough pads of his fingers moving over your sweet spot again and again, each pass growing a little more frantic pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You're barely coherent when he adds a third finger, giving such a delicious stretch making your walls flutter and toes curl.

“Oh fuck!” You wail out, only causing him to double down his efforts, moving his free hand to press down on your lower abdomen.

“Oooooh! Baby!” Yelling out and squirming under him as that pressure begins to rapidly build, but he holds tight, pinning you in place giving you no other alternative than to let go.

Your cunt clamps down around his fingers, as your orgasm crashes into you with a blinding force, a tidal wave of pleasure pulling you under. An abundance of sparks dance behind your eyes, your release soaking him in the process.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You repeat his name like a mantra while he works you through your high, only slowing and popping off your abused clit when you begin to push his head away.

“Fucking finally!” He grins in triumph, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You squirted by the way.” He adds, winking and quickly hopping up to grab a towel from the hall closet.

“Wha—I…” You sputter out, trying to comprehend what had just happened, chest still heaving, mind still reeling in the afterglow.

He comes back into view a few moments later, towel in hand, dropping back between your thighs, gently wiping up the mess you made.

You throw an arm over your eyes, letting him take care of you as you hum your appreciation.

“Shit, Eddie! You didn’t–” Suddenly rising up on your elbows.

“Uh,” Clearing his throat slightly. “I did, actually.” He blushes as your gaze travels to the very wet patch on the front of his jeans.

“Well, that's one down. Two more to go.” Mumbling as you bite your lip.

“Hmmm?” His eyebrows raise, with a tilt of his head trying to decide if he had heard you correctly.

“Since we're using a rule of three, I think it's only fair you give me two more earth shattering orgasms.” Shrugging, as his mouth drops open.

“Ooooh! You are in for it now, sweetheart!” He grins, eyes lighting up at the prospect of a long night, tossing the towel and practically pouncing on top of you.

[prettysophist]

Just remembered that Buck never referred to himself as an "ally" until he was on a date with a man. And then he said it twice - once, to the man he was on a date with, and once to his sister when he was telling her about his date. With a man.

And now Eddie - for the first time in seven seasons - has referred to himself on screen as "straight".

Okay 💝 Yay 💝

[buckdiazlafd]

i do think eddie pines in his own quiet way, like. yes buck and eddie are basically already dating, and of course there’s the soulmatism of it all, and bucks tasted eddies blood but. eddie pines for the romance. he wants to dote. yes he can reach out and touch when he wants he knows this, they sit shoulder to shoulder, they hug, bucks shoulder is HIS spot, but. eddie isn’t going to reach out and claim the way he wants until buck chooses. there’s been a lot of talk about agency and how much eddie values it, and i think even though he’s pretty sure he knows on some level what the whole buckandeddie thing is , and hes got a good idea of how buck feels and what buck wants(re: the soul bond of it all), he’s never going to impose that decision or make the the choice for buck. if buck wants to date tommy, ok , that’s his choice, he doesn’t have to Love it but he knows. ok buck. you go and I’ll be right here when you come home. he’s never gonna put that leash on buck, bucks gonna have to be the one to clasp it. bc it’s not about controlling buck, it’s about giving buck the space to make his own choices. the red string of fate may be tangled and jumbled but buck and eddie ARE on each end. Connected. and eddie knows this. he doesn’t question the devotion but i do think he pines for the day he gets to romance and dote on buck. they’ve made a blood oath sure but eddie wants to wrap his arms around bucks waist on Valentine’s Day after a quiet dinner at home, after exchanging Valentine’s Day cards with horrible amazing firefighterpuns “you light me Up Valentine 💝🔥” and buck rolls his eyes and leans across the table and kisses him over the little tea light candle

[eddiediaaz]

eddie diaz (taylor's version) 🎵 playlist | buck's version

@911fanworksfestival ► for @catdadeddie 🎁💝

[katyawriteswhump]

something new 💝 (steddie microfic, steddie bingo)

For @steddiemicrofic January prompt, ‘new’ and @steddiebingo fill, ‘soulmates.’

Rating: M; WC: 517; CW: Omegaverse; Tags: Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, fluff, mild angst and h/c, Steve and Chrissy are besties, strangers to lovers, steddie soulmates. Summary: The Omega darling of the entire High School, Steve Harrington figured he was totally in control… until Eddie Munson happened.

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Steve sat in the corridor, leaning against the music-room wall. On the other side, a voice soared above a thrash-metal beat and melted his inner Omega into a puddle of need.

“Steve? You’re late for cheerleading practice… Oh!” Chrissy crouched down, stroked his clammy brow. “Stevie, you’re burning up.”

“I-it’s that voice.”

This was new, frightening. Steve daily flirted his ass off without breaking sweat—the Omega Princess of Hawkins High. This terrifyingly wonderful sound, however, hit some catastrophic resonance.

Slick gushed into his cheerleader hotpants. “Chrissy, what’s happening?”

“I think,” said the other Omega, “Eddie is happening.”

“Munson?”

The wild noisy music checked out, scaring Steve shitless. Eddie was a ‘dangerous’ bad-boy Alpha. They’d never even spoken.

“Sssssh, breathe,” said Chrissy. “C’mon, let’s clean you up.”

They skipped practice, while Steve calmed. Chrissy reassured him she’d known Eddie for years: “He looks scary, but he’s really nice.”

Later, in the canteen, Steve tentatively approached Eddie, who glanced his way, eyes narrowing. His Alpha musk—smoky-sweet with undertones of freshly-fired iron—stabbed Steve like a smoldering dagger.

Steve woke up at home, confused and mildly slick, a wisp of Eddie’s scent still upon him.

Horror struck.

He’d fainted! Chrissy, who sat by his bed, told him Eddie had been worried, and they’d brought him home together. Ugh, he was still so ashamed.

Steve couldn’t face college the next day. By lunchtime, multiple deliveries of chocolates and flowers had arrived from various Alphas.

Nothing new. None of them smelled of Eddie. He’d blown it.

Then an envelope landed on the doormat, containing a mixtape lightly doused in... Eddie’s scent.

Steve slid it into his Walkman and lay down, pulse skittering.

Hardcore-metal thrilled through him, interjected with soft-rock he already loved, like Bon Jovi.

Finally, Eddie sang.

Steve writhed, stroking himself, weeping with need. Eddie husked in his ears: “Never even spoken, never fucking touched. You tore inside me, twisting viscera, totally fucked me up…”

In the aftermath, Steve trembled, stunned.

The phone rang.

His parents were away, so Eddie came straight over. Chrissy, too, for support. This time, Steve perched on the bed, while Eddie approached cautiously. He kneeled to take Steve’s hand, smiling tentatively.

“This is new for me,” he mumbled, blushing and almost bashful. He kissed Steve’s fingers, setting Steve reeling giddily, tingling head-to-toe: “Never courted an Omega, like, old-school, before.”

Steve nearly yelled: This is the first time I’ve genuinely wanted to be courted. Instead, he said, “I love your voice.”

Please jump my bones already?

Eddie blushed harder and beamed wolfishly. Steve clasped his wrist and tugged him onto the bed, and animal magnetism did the rest. Eddie took Steve in his arms. Excruciatingly sweetly, Eddie’s lips brushed Steve’s, tongue probing gently. Steve tipped his throat back with a relieved sigh, turning willingly pliant. Eddie licked and nuzzled his scent-gland, setting him purring.

Chrissy giggled. “Gonna call Rob to pick me up.”

A month later, they were going steady. Eddie finally shared the title of the song he wrote that first day, when the longing in Steve’s Omega scent hijacked him and transformed his life forever:

‘Soulmates.’

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zero pressure tag: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3