#*cough cough* Eddie *cough*
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#he's the best father. actually. if you even care.#helena diaz you will begin to cough in 7 days#making that 7x10 one made me ill actually................#tv: 911#911 abc#911 fox#911edit#911gifs#911 spoilers#eddie diaz#ryan guzman#christopher diaz#tvgifs#tvedit#televisiongifs#mythtakensgif
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#was wb-ing with akemi <3#goddddddd theyre so. theyre so. franklydear is So...#the concept of drag queen eddie + frank. hacking & coughing up blood & wheezing#yes queen pull him in by the bowtie its what you both deserve-#scribble salad#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#franklydear
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eddie watching as chris is treated like his parent’s son in a way that he probably never was. i need a cigarette
#helena diaz you will start coughing in two days#like i said. never catch me liking the diaz parents#eddie diaz#911 abc
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How about making eddie into the phantom of the opera?
i know i'll eventually draw him in the phantom of the opera, hope this suffice!
#eddie gluskin#outlast#outlast whistleblower#outlast fanart#my art#phantom of the opera#i sneezed and coughed 50x drawing this but that aint stopping me! >:)
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Ohhhhhh!!
The Shannon saying to Eddie at the lake she thought he was someone else and Buck confusing who he has feelings for and ending up dating Tommy parallel!!!
#I have not explained that well at all#but it’s about mistaken identity/mistaking feelings#Shannon thinking/expecting Eddie to be someone else - as an excuse (maybe)#and buck misunderstanding his jealousy is because Tommy has Eddie’s attention - thinking his feelings are for Tommy when#actually they’re for Eddie (and Tommy poses a threat)#is super interesting.#It brings into play the idea that Shannon was in love (well as in love as you can be as a teenager!) with someone else#that even back then Shannon wasn’t as in the reltionship as Eddie was#that it wasn’t Eddie going off to war or Christopher’s CP and Shannon not being able to cope that were the things that started to create th#rift in their relationship - those things didn’t turn it sour - but that it had been there from the very beginning#so if the parallels keep paralleling with buck and Shannon - at some point Buck will leave Tommy because he’ll figure out he’s not all the#way in their relationship#Shannon died so we will never know if she would’ve connected with someone else after the divorce#buck however has come back from the dead so will in theory be able to have a relationship with the love of his lifcough Eddie cough#it makes the choice to so heavily parallel Eddie and Tommys history and personalities all the more interesting#911 spoilers#sort of#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 abc#thinking thought#water themes my beloved
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Lucy: well I disagree
Tim: what are you guys talking about
Angela: beards vs mustaches. Beards are a yes. Mustaches are a no.
Lucy: I think all facial hair is hot
Nyla: mustaches only belong on perverts and middle aged men.
Angela: you have be a certain type of man to pull off a mustache
Tim: do you think I could pull off a mustache?
Angela and Nyla: no.
Lucy: it’s in your best interest not to grow a mustache
#the rookie#angela lopez#nyla harper#lucy chen#tim bradford#chenford#melissa oneil#eric winter#tim x lucy#alyssa diaz#mekia cox#incorrect the rookie quotes#the rookie incorrect quotes#this is a jab at Eddie Diaz mustache#eddie diaz#couch cough Eddie
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a Valentine's-flavoured cuddly-loose-lipped-secret-spilling-hopped-up-on-cold-medicine!Eddie
(and his ever-devoted boyfriend Steve who he's been crushing on since high school but that part's a secret was a secret)
for @thoroughlycollected: featuring the (actually kind of horrible) way schools would sell carnations for $1 or something for Valentine's Day to anonymously deliver to your crush
It turns out that Eddie under the influence comes in a variety of flavors.
High Eddie is languid, touchier than he’s normally prone to which is fucking saying something, and weirdly philosophical. He talks about alternate universes beyond the Upside Down as a meta-something concept. He theorizes how maybe he died in another dimension but some weird particle-subversion-something-something-whatever couldn’t survive re-sublimation in the Right-Side-Up and honestly when the big-brain bullshit skirts the edges of Eddie’s mortality Steve is here for all of none of that part, because Eddie’s heart was beating under Steve’s hands the whole goddamn time, sometimes maybe coaxed by Steve’s hands but from the moment Steve found him and Dustin to the moment he let go at the hospital he didn’t not feel Eddie’s heart beating, and he knew that not least because he would have come apart at the seams if that’s happened, he would have crumbled entirely for losing, or almost-losing, or thinking even close to losing the potential, the promise between them they’d barely skirted but that’d rooted heavy and at home in Steve’s chest already and fuck, fuck—
When Eddie philosophizes in general usually Steve just hangs on his every word, mesmerized by the beauty of him top of bottom, inside and out: somehow all Steve’s. But when his philosophizing leans toward that Steve’s own heartbeat does some weird shit that the weed can’t claim whole credit for and he grabs Eddie hard every time and kisses him until he’s dizzy with it, until they both are, until Eddie’s reduced just to blinking for at least five whole minutes and by that point High Eddie’s on to another topic altogether.
Which is for the best.
By comparison: Drunk Eddie is a lovelorn bastard, a little bit teary with it sometimes even, but always clingy and a touch extra possessive, sappier than he gets on even his most sappy days. One time he told Steve that no, he couldn’t let him go to take a piss because, and Steve remembers this word for word: there’s stardust in my body that’s in your body and that shit’s like magnets, Stevie, like magnets or whatever so my heart’s like pulled to your heart and if you go away without me ever you’ll rip my heart out—because like, a guy remembers that kind of declaration shouted into his ear over the music at a bar that’s safe enough that they’d get away with the excuse that Eddie was plastered, for the way he was hanging on Steve, but thank fuck the lighting was shitty enough that no one could see the flush on Steve’s cheeks, and thank fuck even more that no one could see his magnet-heart and how pounded something wild for the way Eddie draped over him and pressed full against his chest and nuzzled under his chin and made the kind of declarations that Steve had kinda been searching and hoping for all his life.
Drunk or not.
But then there’s another flavor, a specific one: and that’s medicated Eddie. And that Eddie, that cough-medicine-soaked-to-the-gills Eddie?
He’s an adorably giggly little fuck, is what he is.
“I’ll feel better by Saturday,” he lolls his head over to Steve’s shoulder where they sit beside one another, Eddie properly bundled in three blankets with a Sprite in hand. “Pinky-promise,” he slurs a little, but it might just be the stuffed-up nose doing the heavy lifting on garbling his words, and then fuck, of course the dipshit reaches up to seal the deal like the absolutely irresistible goofball he is, and always: snot-coated and all.
“Just rest up, babe,” Steve pulls him close with an arm around around his shoulder, dropping a firm kiss to his forehead: still warmer than Steve would like, in all honesty: “forget about Saturday,” and he means that with his whole chest, because fuck reservations and flowers and boxes of the chocolates Eddie likes best from the city—his boyfriend is sick, his boyfriend is hurting, and there is kinda not a single more important thing than that, than attending to that and making it hurt even the slightest bit less of he’s able, if it’s in his power.
“But we had,” Eddie sniffles heavily, loud and almost painful-sounding; “we had plans,” he whines, and turns toward Steve with overbright-eyes, far too watery:“our first,” he says it like it’s a heartbreak unto itself, bottom little quivering, and fuck.
Steve smiles though he hurts for Eddie right now so hard, want to take all the aching into himself it to spare this beautiful man for a fucking second, just he reaches and traces lilting patters around Eddie’s eyes, his browbone, his jaw, slow down to press soft at his lips:
“You not planning on having many more?” Steve asks soft, a little playful, a little leading: he likes to hear it, and often: that Eddie’s in this as deep and true and Steve is. For the long haul.
“All the more,” Eddie sing-songs sniffily, which is both pathetic and adorable, tugs at Steve’s heartstrings and the corners of his lips alike; “alllll of the more, Stevie-baby,” he draws out in promise, crosses his heart uncoordinated for feeling fuzzy with his cold and being fully cocooned in blankets and again: adorable and pathetic and perfect.
The man’s fucking perfect, even when he’s all stuffed-up and curled sick on the couch.
“Got you the best presents,” he adds on dreamily with a little chuckle, the high-pitched airy kind that float in the air between like bubbles; “so much better than all the other ones,” he adds kinda petulantly, pouts full around the words and maybe it’s the cough medicine, or the fuzziness Steve knows well comes with both the cold itself and the remedies to help alike; he brushes his lips against Eddie’s forehead just to be safe and Eddie giggles a little and leans full-bodied into Steve, unbalanced for the swaddling of most of his frame and that just makes him laugh all the more: he’s no more feverish than he had been, which was admittedly barely, just more than Steve liked, but: yeah.
Yeah, that’s…he kinda guesses it all could combine to have Eddie spewing kinda nonsense, and he probably should just smile and pull his boyfriend closer in his arms and cuddle him some more but he’s both curious and concerned, which turns out to be a potent mix, so:
“Other ones?”
“Mmm,” Eddie hums long and warm as he snuggles up to Steve a little closer, and Steve stretches an arm around him wholly, settles him flush to his chest: “but shh, don’t tell, okay?”
And Eddie sounds breathless, which piques Steve worry alongside the bright flush he finds on Eddie’s cheeks when he looks down: his eyes are fairly clear and…no, forehead’s still the same temperature, not clammy or anything, and Eddie’s just preening as he lazily tips his face up to receive more kisses, mostly unaware that Steve’s attentions serve any other purpose than loving on him.
And , well, no: they really don’t, it’s just the love’s multi-layered here, just now. It’s love, and it’s devotion, and it’s dedication to Eddie’s general wellbeing all wrapped into one. So: yeah.
“Swear,” Steve decides to play along, hoping for clues as to just how loopy Eddie’s ended up for one end of the sick-stick or the other; “what’s up, baby?” he draws circles over the harsh jut of Eddie’s clavicle, little massages that Eddie eats up with a dimpley grin as he sighs, back to the dreamy-tone again:
“Flowers.”
Steve buries a little smile into Eddie’s tangly tresses, because like…
“You got me flowers?”
No one’s ever really gotten Steve flowers.
“Noooo,” Eddie giggles and shakes his head under Steve’s chin as he buries closer into Steve’s chest, stretches Steve’s already mostly unbuttoned shirt out to damn well nuzzle the fuzz of curls beneath, and he makes this fucking…soft little half-whine that’s almost a purr, that vibrates straight through Steve’s ribs and his heart goddamn flutters, fucking hell—
“But that’s a great idea, can you remind Eddie tomorrow?” he pulls back with those fucking button eyes so big, as he talks about himself like he’s another person with such innocence then chuckles, burrowing against in Steve’s chest:
“I’d love to buy you good flowers, the nice kind, not the ones in a ten-gallon bucket sitting getting brown,” and his voice is all frown but…adorable, fuck, he’s such a fucking adorable drugged-up sicko, Steve can’t really handle this shit.
“And it was so sad,” he sniffles against Steve’s chest, and hell if Steve knows if it’s congestion or something like…mounting? Because he’s so sad? “The white ones, because they got brown so fast and, and,” and his words get caught up as his lungs rebel, as he sneezes, shakes from his core and Steve’s hands grab for him, tighten around him fiercely and Eddie gives into that protective instinct in Steve like clockwork, magnetic and automatic and Steve loves him so goddamn fucking much.
He presses his lips to Eddie’s temple as Eddie catches his breath and groans a little; kisses his over-warm skin just because.
“Carnations,” Eddie sniffles once he gets his bearings back enough; “are symbolssss,” he draws out long like a sloppy hiss; “of devohhh,” and he coughs a little, and pouts at being interrupted so he huffs heavier on the last syllable: “shun.”
De…devotion? Fucking…carnations?
Shit, Steve hasn’t seen a carnation, at least not knowingly; not since—
“And white ones mean pure,” Eddie rambles, all nasally but indignant anyhow, somehow; “so white carnations would be pure devotion,” and Eddie untucks himself from Steve’s chest for a second to look at him straight on with a little wobbly grin.
“You didn’t even notice, did you,” Eddie says, and there’s no sadness in it; but fuck, Steve…
Steve might fucking, like, start fucking crying.
Because he knows exactly what Eddie’s talking about, now.
“I noticed,” because it was the fucking carnations, the last time he thought about them: Hawkins High School, where they decided to hold up the horrible preteen tradition of anonymous flowers delivered for Valentine’s Day, so three people could be reminded they were the top of the fucking food chain with a pile of crushed flowers still dripping from their buckets of water, the little colored-paper tags soggy with the writing unreadable, while the rest of the school got to feel less-than when they got nothing, and Steve got more than his share even in the years after he toppled from on high in the social hierarchy, but they’d never mattered to him, they’d kinda made him feel uncomfortable. Except—and he could never explain it, but it was predictable, it happened every fucking year—in the collection of reds and pinks there was always one that stood out, all on it’s own.
A white one; Steve never even caught that they’d gone brown at the edges.
“Every year I noticed,” he exhales, and breathes Eddie in from the top of his head because, because—
Every year? Meant…meant every year. Freshman on up.
“My heart used to do this thing,” Steve murmurs against Eddie’s scalp, kinda; and yeah, it’s basically doing the same goddamn thing right now, a little trippy and dizzy and just…it’d scared him a little.
He recognizes now it’s how his chest feels when what he’s doing, where he is, who he’s with, who he holds inside tight close with him: it’s how his chest feels when what he’s doing is right.
“When I saw the white ones,” Steve whispers, and kisses against Eddie’s hair again, and again, because god; “only one person ever sent those.”
“Sometimes I’d have to run, like, hide in the gym showers so no one would know it was me,” Eddie matches his whisper, almost conspiratorial as he reaches out for Steve hand and Steve’s more than happy to meet him, to grasp tight, so tight; “hated gym, did you know that?”
“Oh, I had no idea,” Steve deadpans as he nuzzles Eddie’s hair, while Eddie goes back to nuzzles his chest, and Eddie’s breathing starts to even out and Steve thinks maybe he’s asleep, but then—
“Stevie?”
“Yeah, baby?” Steve wraps his arm around Eddie a little tighter.
“You’ll remind me about the flowers?” he asks, so goddamn soft; “wanna buy the best white carnations you’ve ever seen in your whole life.”
And Steve promises, yeah, of course—except: he kinda thinks maybe he already got the best ones years ago, again, and again.
He won’t discourage more of the very best, though, so long as Eddie’s the one next to him, handing them to him face to face, no hiding anywhere, just: them.
Pure devotion.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#established relationship#established steddie#domestic fluff#valentine's day#sickfic#but like: eddie's a sniffly-cuddly-bundle-of-cough-medicine#and steve is a doting and caring and adoring boyfriend about it#secret time: eddie's been crushing on steve since high school#high school carnation sales#secret admirer#happy ending#or: happy-SAPPY ending#stranger things
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Okay suddenly I want to talk about this 🙃✌🏻 What exactly was he trying to do here? Like what was the final goal he wanted to achieve??
Do you want make Eddie hang up the phone? turning eddie's gaze back to him?? Or is it the way Eddie comes up to him and says, "Oh man, it's impressive how you can lift that much weight," and touches your muscles?
LİKE WHAT DO YOU WANT!??!!
#i definitely want third one excually#s8 is going to be our season or else tim minear you will start coughing in 7 days#i want to shake the hell out of him#buddie#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 show#buck and eddie#911
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Eddie never lets you go on your adventures alone
#*cough* protective eddie *cough*#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie x reader#eddie notes
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Eddie: I’m kinda cold
Steve: *wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt*
Steve: ah shit
Steve: *takes off his shirt*
Eddie: *panicking* WHAT THE FUCK
Eddie: ARE YOU DOING
Eddie: WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?
Robin: *wearing Steve’s jacket* you see Eddie
Nancy: *steve’s scarf around her neck* Steve doesn’t like it when his friends are cold
Jonathan: *wearing Steve’s sweater* you can’t fight it
Argyle: *Steve’s sweatpants on, over his jeans* because he will put them on you one way or another
Steve: *throws it at him* just take the damn t-shirt
Eddie:
Eddie: *nosebleeds*
#Robin is so used to take Steves jacket that its their jacket now#nancy coughed once and she immediately felt the scarf on her neck#jonathan shivered because of a gust of wind and sighed because he knew what steve would do#argyle complained about a hole in his jeans and 5 seconds later Steve was forcing him into his sweatpants#eddie has no chance to escape#they all hug steve so he doesn't feel the cold dw#they're in a cuddle pile as we speak#incorrect stranger things#incorrect steddie#incorrect steddie quotes#incorrect stranger things quotes#spicy six as friends#spicy six#fruity four#steddie#steve and eddie#steve harrington#steve and robin
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I have a headcanon that Eddie waited 20 minutes and then called Tommy to apologize for “ruining their date” and encourages Tommy to give Buck a second chance.
#Eddie Diaz#BuckTommy#I love the fact that Buck was ready to leave it at ‘I fucked up’ and Eddie’s the one that said ‘don’t walk away’#and I totally think Eddie would play matchmaker because when’s the last time he LIKED someone Buck dated?#he wasn’t there for Abby (and his only interaction with her was finding out she got ENGAGED while she was ghosting Buck#Aly was just a nonstarter and I KNOW the guy that watched Buck cough up blood would be PISSED to learn Aly left while Buck was recovering#and we all know how he felt about Taylor#and he lowkey was annoyed with Natalia liking that Buck almost died#considering Buck’s death was the worst three minutes of Eddie’s life since Shannon died#but TOMMY??? he loves Tommy!!!#Tommy is his bro of course he wants Tommy to date his best friend#any guy or girl would be lucky to have Buck#if Eddie swung that way (whichhetotallydoesnt) he’d date Buck himself!!!#basically I think Eddie hasn’t Figured It Out so he’s super going to get Buck a boyfriend#and then realize months later that HE wanted to be Buck’s boyfriend the whole time
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I just gotta say in a lot of the queer ships where 1/2 of the ship is actually confirmed to be queer (typically MLM ships) usually the other half of that ship is 10x more gay and 100x more batshit crazy in love with the other person. like gazing into their eyes, sacrificing themselves for the other person, saying shit like “you’re the only one i can trust” or “we’ll do it together” or “i’ll always have your back”. but people will be like “no that’s just friendship.” they literally have other friends??? who they are completely normal about??? im sorry but it gets to a point… like they’re incapable of keeping a romantic relationship but the second they fight with the other person they’re like fully devastated, bawling their eyes out, and rushing off to apologize immediately???
#*cough cough*#mike wheeler#eddie diaz#dean winchester#byler#buddie 911#destiel#stranger things#911 show#911 abc#supernatural#spn
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I hate to say this, but I think so many of the problems with Stranger Things (not all but a lot) could have been avoided if they had a smaller cast. It grew so much each season to the point where important characters and their storylines were getting neglected just because they have so much to focus on that it just didn't fit
#this post is about#will byers#vickie stranger things#lucas sinclair#jonathan byers#and so many more add them in the tags#like was eddie really a super necessary character??? was the russia plotline really needed???#like i dont hate eddie but they just took jonathan and steve and mushed him together#idk is this controversial???#also i just want to stress that this would not solve every problem with st *cough* racism and homophobia *cough*#(notice how a lot of the characters being pushed to the sidelines are often queer and poc)#anywayyyyy#byler#< bcus at this point the tag is more like a community and i want to hear ur guys opinions on this
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Please please please draw teen Eddie!!! There are quite a lot of variations of teen Eddie from different artists but I’d like to see him in your style🥰
Thank you!!
gotcha! here's my version of yound ed boy
RAAAHH this took longer than i expected to be, i apologize, dont worry all the request will still be drawn, im just slow amd get sidetrack w my ocs sometimes Ꮚ°ꈊ°;Ꮚ + irl stuff
bonus pic :
he's watching me draw his younger self
#eddie gluskin#outlast#outlast whistleblower#my art#outlast fanart#young eddie gluskin#im not used to draw him this young 😭 its so weird#*cough* you can still request *cough* eddie shenanigand ig or idk he slipped on a banana or something
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oh no wait. did we consider maybe they're doubling down on dopplegangers and mustache!eddie is actually some random dude buck picks up at a bar??
#he is spiraling from a recent break up *cough*#and maddie or chim or hen finds out and is like 'that is literally eddie buck'#and buck is just like 'hmm. i don't see it'#listen giving an actor slightly different hair to play a different character on the same show#is literally my favorite soap opera trope okay#they should do it MORE actually#buddie#laura rambles
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You're gonna look me in the eyes and tell me Eddie doesn't cry every time Steve holds his face gently and whispers, "I love you." Against his lips. He's not used to being treated like he's something precious, something beautiful and worthy of love. He can't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes whenever Steve smiles at him and casually says things like, "You look beautiful today." or when he opens his arms as wide as he can and yells, "I love you this much!" It's dorky and causes people to stare, but it means so much to Eddie that Steve doesn't try to hide his feelings for him while out in public. He's so used to being a secret, the person that you don't tell your parents about, but Steve has never kept their relationship a secret. It's always the first thing he tells people they can trust and it never fails to make Eddie emotional.
#losing my voice bcs of this cough and sore throat#BUT WE PUSH ON#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#st4 vol2#steveddie
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