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teeny sneak peek of my fic for @bucksbeagle 💓💓💓

The morning begins in stages. First, the dull buzz of Eddie’s vibration alarm. Muscle memory has him flailing for his phone before his eyes open. Then the still, December air, lingering sandalwood on the empty pillowcase across from him. A sheet of silence stretches over their home, this perfect moment caught in the cottony quiet.

Eddie does a double take. The empty pillowcase. Damn—he thought he set his alarm early enough to sneak into the kitchen before Buck.

With the deeply pleased sigh of a man in his thirties, Eddie reaches both arms high above and twists to each side. Symphony of joints, crescendoing in a wide yawn as he shuffles to the dresser and slips on a shirt and socks. 

After a pitstop in the bathroom, Eddie runs his tongue over minty teeth and follows his heart not to the heavenly smell of coffee percolating, but the quiet rustle of a madman in his living room. 

Ah. The last bit of sleepiness clears as he cocks a hip, leaning against the side of the couch. 

Buck moves with the manic energy of either the hunter or the hunted. His curls are crushed to one side from nervous fiddling and he’s oh-so-carefully coiling shiny silver ribbon with the edge scissors before draping them in bundles along the mantle, like he’s going to get a letter grade on each individual curl. The whole space is more decorated than it was last night—Eddie has truly no clue where Buck’s been storing what has to be several Walmart aisles worth of gnomes in santa hats and glittery garlands and LED icicles. The pile of presents under the tree has tripled in size overnight and the saturation of decor has reached a tipping point, from festive to frenzical.

“Do I need to stage an intervention?” Eddie asks lightly.

Buck turns and beams. All wrapped up in his gray sweats and hoodie, he looks impossibly cozy. Dark green apron tied around his middle, dusted in flour and splotched with stains, a simple, practical thing. Eddie feels a warm thrill—his awkward hair and big smile and apron strings looped around the front in a too-tight bow. Like he was kneaded and rolled out, shaped by the hands of Eddie’s desire specifically for him to enjoy. 

“Hey,” Buck says, stepping to him and giving him a brief kiss. “Good morning. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Eddie says, trapping Buck by the forearms, rolling his thumbs in circles along the inside of his elbow, where his sleeves are pushed up. “It looks great in here.”

“Yeah?” Blushing, pleased, head ducking with it—Eddie loves the reliability of Buck’s buttons. “Thanks. I just—I wanted Chris to be surprised. Hey, I got coffee and cranberry-orange pound cake. And the gingerbread is cooling.”

Eddie allows himself to be led into the kitchen, where Buck breaks away to fix him a cup of coffee and slice a piece of cake. The coffee is that perfect in-between of piping hot and just barely drinkable. The cake is sweet and tart, still warm from the oven. The kitchen is sparkling clean, baked goods all arranged on the table like they’re expecting a HomeGoods photoshoot later. 

After a sip, Eddie says, “How long have you been up?”

“Um,” Buck says, elbow deep in the sink, scrubbing the basin dry after he rinsed the cake knife. The alarm in Eddie’s head blares louder. “Not that long.”

“So,” he pauses to blow into his mug, face warming with the rise of steam.  “You didn’t sleep at all.”

Buck folds the towel, glancing over with the guiltiest, dog-caught-in-the-garbage-can look. “I mean. I just—there was a lot I wanted to do.”

The decorations, the gifts, the fact that Buck was still wrapping when Eddie turned in last night, promising that he’d be right behind. Butterfly eye contact, hopping from one point to the next. Overbaking. Right.

“Buck,” Eddie says. Mug on the counter, cupping both hands around Buck’s neck and jaw, waiting until he looks up. Gently, he knocks his fingertips against Buck’s temple. “What’s going on in there?” 

A long breath. Buck peeks up through his lashes, expression all porcelain, fixed and fragile. 

Eddie has to control his face so he doesn’t laugh—not at him, but just from the sudden swell of affection for his tender-hearted, insane-brained husband. Because with one look, he knows exactly what’s coming.

“I just—I-I want everything to be perfect. I promised to make it the best one yet. And it’s my first…our first, y’know, Christmas as a—well, not that we weren’t but—it’s my first Christmas as a Diaz.” Eyes dropping, thumb twisting his wedding band, trying to temper his smile. “You guys gave me the best present ever, this year. You made my dreams come true. I want to—if I can do even a little bit of that, for you two, I want to.”

Eddie breathes, then nods. 

“Come on,” he says, taking Buck by the hand. 

They push open Chris’ door, hinge swinging silently. Hurricane of bedding, one bare foot sticking out, opposite arm flung over the edge of his mattress. Nest of curls on his pillow, a slight whistling inhale the only sign of life in Chris’ sleeping form.

Eddie props his chin on Buck’s shoulder, wrapping both arms low around his waist. 

“Our kid is fifteen,” he says, voice pitched down. “We’ll be lucky if he rolls out of bed before eleven. He’s going to have a perfect day, because it’s going to be us. And I am going to have a perfect day, because you, and him, this—our family—this is my dream.” Eddie presses a firm kiss to the point of Buck’s shoulder. “Our life together, Evan, is all I dream about. Keeping it, growing it, living it with you. I love you, and all that you do, but this—” squeeze around Buck’s middle, head tilting towards Chris “—is all I need.” 

He holds on. Buck’s breath a quiet, shushing tide. Tears catch light like crystals as Eddie turns him, as they close the door, as Buck buries himself in Eddie’s neck, falling face-first into a hug. Eddie takes his weight, easy. Holds him tight, tight, tight like he likes and then relaxes, kisses his hair as Buck cries it out. There's a prickle in his nose, heat in his eyes, and Eddie sinks his face against Buck's curls. Keeps holding on. It all feels a little silly and also perfectly serious.

When the landscape of Buck settles, he pulls away, clearing wet cheeks with his thumbs. Tears smooth over stubble and dimples and after a shaky laugh Buck dips in for a kiss.

Cold seeps in through his socks from the flooring, the cotton-soft, blood-warm line of Buck’s body giving him a quick shiver of contrast.

“Now,” Eddie says, backing down the hall. He tucks a finger into Buck’s apron pocket to reel him with. “I say we pause the decorating, because I have it on good authority that Santa left you a very special stocking stuffer.”

Laughter, coffee breath, the chill of dawn, the holiday-quiet streets. Eddie lets it all wash over him, as he crowds Buck back into their bedroom and kicks the door shut behind.

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'Tis the Damn Season

buddie | 7.4k | GA | fluff

for @eddiegettingshot and @captaindiazs2024holidayparty :)

Everyone and their mother says “don’t travel with kids. It’s not worth it.” And then they go and travel with their kids. And somehow, they make it look easy. Hell, Eddie has done the trip to and from Texas more times than Buck can count. He knows from experience that that doesn’t actually mean traveling with kids is easy. So, it’s no wonder their first vacation after they add another kid to the mix ends up being an utter shit show. They’d learned their lesson on trying to travel with a five month old, but traveling with two kids under five years old is just asking for trouble.

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everyone knows how much i love you

buddie | 5.1k | teen and up | fluff

for @treasurehuntbuck and @captaindiazs2024holidayparty :)

“That’s Captain Diaz? Of the 133?” Cassidy asked. He stopped by the academy last week to drop off lunch for Buck — Cassidy got there early that morning, so she’d been one of the few who spotted him. It took everything in her not to laugh when she’d heard Buck flirtatiously yell “hi captain” across the room at him when he arrived. Eddie turned bright red. Buck grinned wide. “Yeah, we’ve been married for six years. We were partners on the job before I started here.” aka: 5 times Buck’s recruits see how obsessed Buck is with Eddie/his family + one time a recruit is completely oblivious

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Another fic in the collection!!

as sure as the sea

buck/eddie • rated mature • 2.9k • slice of life, married fluff, for @captaindiazs2024holidayparty

“Hey, Captain.” “What are you doing up?” Eddie asked. A fair question—it was before dawn on a Sunday, and Buck wasn’t a big morning person unless he had to be. “I heard you,” Buck said.

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elephant (take this heart of mine)

eddie/buck, 2.7k, written for @captaindiazs2024holidayparty's fic exchange !!

Two breakfasts, several years apart. ** Or, Eddie and Maddie have a small talk about parenthood.

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i might kiss you on the back of your neck (because it's christmas time)

written for @muddiedfoxglove for the Captain Diaz's Holiday Party fic exchange

7.7k | rated E | read on ao3

It's the holidays and Buck and Eddie are trying to snag an intimate minute alone..but between two young children and an adult son coming home for the break, it’s not as easy as they hoped.   or, Five Times Captain Diaz and Recruit Lieutenant Diaz fail to sleep together and one time they do

December 15 - ten days until Christmas

If Eddie had to picture the perfect winter evening, it might look a little something like this: lights glinting off a freshly decked out Christmas tree, the crackle of a dying fire in the fireplace, and the taste of hot cocoa on his tongue.There’s only one thing missing.

As if drawn by Eddie’s yearning thoughts, a pair of well-muscled arms snakes around his waist. Eddie closes his eyes in pure contentment and melts back against his husband’s chest.

“Good day?” Buck asks, pressing kisses down the line of Eddie’s neck.

“The best,” Eddie agrees. “The girls had so much fun decorating the tree. Especially Allie.”

He can feel Buck’s grin against his neck. “You mean she had so much fun bossing the rest of us around.”

Eddie snorts. “Wonder where she gets that from…”

Buck bites Eddie’s shoulder in retaliation. He lays his head there, and they sway together for a moment. The house is quiet, the girls already asleep. Quiet moments are hard to come by with two kids under the age of six. Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way.

He holds his mug up to Buck’s nose, which is tucked into his shoulder. “Sip?”

“Actually,” Buck says, all low into Eddie’s ear, “I was hoping for a taste of something else.”

His hand drops from Eddie’s waist down to the front of his sweatpants, just a teasing graze. But it’s enough to make Eddie’s cock instantly interested.

“I think we might be able to work something out,” Eddie says. He turns in Buck’s arms, holding his face to claim a kiss that’s three parts sweet and one part filthy. “I’ll get the fire. You go wait in the bedroom for me.”

“Yes sir,” Buck agrees eagerly, all kinds of promise in his voice.

Eddie strokes his thumb over the familiar blush-pink birthmark and the lines that crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

Buck’s eyes go soft and hazy. He leans in for another kiss, which Eddie is happy to indulge. They’re coming up on a decade together—officially, now, they’ve been together longer than they were “just friends,” although they were never really just anything. But no matter how long they’ve been together, kissing Buck still makes Eddie’s heart flutter like the very first time.

“Go,” Eddie whispers against Buck’s plush, inviting mouth. He’s got plans for that mouth. “I’m right behind you.”

Buck nods, eyelashes fluttering, and Eddie makes himself step away, because otherwise he’s not confident they’ll make it out of the living room.

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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats

Mature | 7.3K | Complete

“Say ‘Bye-bye, Santa,’” Eddie cooed, waving one of Alice’s little hands at Santa. “Have a Merry Christmas, Chris and Alice,” Santa said. “Ho Ho Ho!” “Are you going to be Naughty or Nice, little miss Alice?” Buck could hear Eddie ask her as he strode in front of them. - It's little Alice Diaz's First Christmas!

For @sibylsleaves as part of the @captaindiazs2024holidayparty fic exchange!

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Another Captain Diaz Fic is Here!!!

my fic exchange fic is up!!!

I don't have time to make a proper tumblr post for it rn but I will do so after Christmas. But give it a read if you need a silly, smutty break from holiday happenings!

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a familiar warmth, radiating

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Happy Holidays!!

It's the first day of the @captaindiazs2024holidayparty fic exchange and here is my contribution; this was so much fun!

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New none pizza left beef just dropped

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8x01 I 8x08

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The first fic of the exchange is live!! Check out Cat’s fic!!

Happy Holidays!!

It's the first day of the @captaindiazs2024holidayparty fic exchange and here is my contribution; this was so much fun!

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no more discourse until 2025. we have reached critical overload on discourse everyone. time to fill our heads with beautiful thoughts of husbands captain eddie diaz and buck diaz decorating for christmas with the kids. buck and chris are on tree duty bickering over bauble placement. eddie is dancing with the baby (who is pulling at eddie's mustache) to the christmas playlist buck made specifically for the occasion ("Diaz Family Christmas Decorating 2028 - additions must be approved by Buck 📋"). also they're all covered in dusty patches of flour as a result of the gingerbread that is currently baking in the oven 🫶

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Do you often think of Eddie cradling a tiny baby in his big hands? Or Buck finally having a child of his own? Or how about Buddie building a future together? Well the Captain Diaz Domesticverse is just for you!!

The Captain Diaz verse, or the domesticverse, is a collaboratively generated future AU originating in the Eddiebuddieblr discord. If you aren't familiar with this verse, we have a linked work on the Captain Diaz's 2024 Holiday Party tumblr with the broad strokes of the AU. Even then, this event-and this verse- is about having fun! The lore primer is a guide, not a rulebook. As long as Captain Diaz is there, you're within the boundaries of this event. Lore Primer

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