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@eddiediaznetwork: eddie diaz week - day 1: sweet tooth ↳ eddie + that goddamn ring pop

#duck smoking gif #he may have been depriving himself of juice but he was depriving himself of lollipops #eddie diaz

Complete: I want to build a house with you, tell me it’s a whole life too

Explicit | Buddie | chapter 5/5 | 1k (25k total word count) | tags: miscommunication, living together, light angst, domesticity, getting together (eventually)

‘So,' says Hen to Buck, as the team lounges on the couches at the station, full of the baked ziti Buck had made for lunch and hoping they'll get a bit of time to digest it before the tones go off again, 'what are your anniversary plans? It's coming up, right? The big one? A whole year?' 'Well,' says Buck and Eddie’s cheeks go hot, 'it's a funny story, actually.'

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Tagging a couple people who asked or were interested in this fic below the cut! If you stuck with me to the end thank you!! ☺️

#YAYYYYYY #fic recs #buddie fic

delusionalemergency

Chris is the brightest light in Eddie's life.

911, S05E14.

#this one really broke me....#oh my sweet baby angel chris😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#diaz boys

oodlyenough

a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.

itsays

no i dont think women starving themselves and reconstructing their entire faces with makeup and plastic surgery is feminism and female empowerment

Damage Gets Done

Gunwoo x Woojin ◇ rates T ◇ Hurt/Comfort ◇ Wound Care

Gunwoo isn't what you'd call a subtle guy. He isn't loud by any definition, but the quiet kindness and warmth he spreads anywhere he goes speaks for itself louder than any bold announcement. He's attentive and gentle, wears his heart on his sleeves and he cries just as easily as he laughs, and Woojin loves him for it. Woojin has adored Gunwoo since the first day they met, even after he'd beaten him in the ring—especially after he beat him in the ring, if Woojin is honest with himself. So seeing Gunwoo tear up when he walked into their high security hotel room with a bandaged hand wasn't entirely surprising to Woojin. It didn't matter how much reassurance Woojin gave him, Gunwoo was inconsolable.

Something else about Gunwoo, when he set his minds to something there was no changing his it. He'd taken one look at Woojin's injured hand and decided to take full responsibility for his wound care. Reminders were set on both their phones for the antibiotics, gauze and tape and antiseptics had been stocked up in the bathroom enough to treat an army and for the first forty eight hours he would check Woojin's temperature frequently to make sure an infection wasn't spreading. It was all a little over the top, Woojin felt silly being fussed over when he'd had worse at the hand of his father when he was much younger and would rarely seek medical treatment, but he didn't have the heart to refuse Gunwoo's care. Not when he had that sad, abashed look on his face, refusing to meet Woojin's eyes and hiding his unshed tears, probably so he wouldn't burden him.

Every night he would grab the supplies and sit on the floor at Woojin's feet, taking the old bandage off, cleaning around the stitches and apologizing at every hiss and wince that Woojin let out. He'd be extra gentle, diligently applying the cream before wrapping it with the fresh gauze. It was fine. Woojin couldn't complain, it wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Gunwoo if their roles were reversed. And then, when it was all done Gunwoo would look up at him with red-rimmed glassy eyes, asking if the bandage was too tight (it never was), and Woojin would feel a blazing heat sweeping behind his ribs.

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