#911 christmas fic

[shitouttabuck]

throw a bone, i’m finally home

buck/eddie | 17.9k | rated e

for @colonoscopys; i love you like a dog 2: christmas boogaloo

The clothes are still heaped over the duvet messily, but the suitcase, the massive cross-country-move-sized suitcase, is open and in the centre of the room, and Buck is sitting sadly inside it. “Oh, Buck,” Eddie says softly, torn between unbearable fondness and an ache that threatens to crack his breastbone. Buck’s endless legs are pretzeled tight, criss-crossed and tucked under him where he’s squeezed himself into the suitcase. He barely fits—he’s curled himself uncomfortably small and his knees are indented by the zipper teeth on either end. He looks at Eddie, bottom lip pink and chewed to hell as he tries very valiantly to hold in a pout. “Eddie, I—” he starts, and then cuts himself off, looking at the clothes on the bed and chewing his lip some more. “Baby,” Eddie says, “do you wanna come with us?”

or, home for the holidays is a person, not a place, and a puppy can be for christmas and forever

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[thewolvesof1998]

FUCKitFRIDAY

IT'S HEEEERREEEE! Chapter One of They don’t know (your name is already mine) - aka Mistaken Identity, Dog Tags, Christmas fic!

Chapter 1: A Crash on Mistletoe Lane

“Sir, can you tell me your name?” Buck opens his mouth, his tongue feels like lead, “E-ed-” “Ed? Is your name Ed?” Buck shakes his head and winces when he sends a spike of pain through his head. Hands pull at his shirt and he feels the cold metal of scissors as they cut his brand new shirt. He’s supposed to be wearing that to tomorrow's Christmas Eve dinner. Eddie had said the colour makes his eyes pop. “He’s wearing dog tags…Eddie Diaz,” Buck moans, blackness at the edges of his vision seeps in, he tries to blink it away, no, they need to call Eddie, “It’s okay Eddie, we’ve got you,” is the last thing he hears before the darkness takes over.

tagged by the wonderful @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela

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[beyourownanchor6]

—author!buck is here y’all! thanks to everyone who didn’t let me give up on her, especially my wife april who never shut up about it jfjrjs. thanks for loving the idea and helping me make it come true, and ofc for the sexy cover art 😏 mwah ily 🫶🏼 hope y’all enjoy!

rated: e | words: 24.7k | chapters: 3 | read on ao3

summary:

“So,” Maddie started, “I have some good news, and some…bad news.”

“Mads, I literally can’t take any more bad news.”

“Well, the good news is that the bad news can be fixed by the good news.”

He was so confused.

“Remember I told you one of the models had to cancel?” Buck nodded. “Well Hen found another last-minute replacement, but they—well they also had to cancel…last minute.”

“Anyway, Hen was able to find another replacement, for the replacement.”

“Ok. Fine, whatever. Why are you telling me all of this anyway if you’ve already found another replacement?”

“Well, Chim and I were talking, and we thought—who better to model for the covers than the one who wrote them?”

“Mads, no way! I’m already way in over my head with all these bonus chapters. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about modeling.”

“Well, that’s perfect, seeing as our other model doesn’t have any prior experience either.

One look at the guy had Buck asking what they needed him for.

—or—

Buck’s an author who writes smutty hallmark books. He needs new covers for his holiday editions. Who better to model for them than himself and the hot dad who likes to be called eight pack?

tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

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[queerdiazs]

coax the cold right out of me | 2.6k, teen

fill for @badthingshappenbingo—exposure

“You know,” Eddie begins, running his fingers through Buck’s damp, frizzy curls, “when I booked this cabin for the weekend, I had plans for us to fuck real nasty by the fire.”   Buck laughs—an ugly, congested noise that sounds like it hurts when it gets caught in his chest—and tips his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze in the low light of the blazing fire. His big blue eyes are puffy and his cheeks are red, hot by the fire and chapped by the wind; he looks like a kid, almost, sitting on the floor and wrapped tight in a large, black fleece blanket with nothing beneath except a pair of boxers and fuzzy socks.  “Well,” Buck croaks, “we’re still by the fire, at least.”  Eddie smiles. “Mhm.” He smooths his hand across Buck’s warm cheeks and taps his chin. “And yet there’s a startling lack of fucking going on.”  “I can’t help it.”  “You could’ve actually.” He sighs and sits down behind Buck, scooting forward until he has Buck between his legs and bracketed by his thighs. It’s just as much to help Buck warm up as it is to hold him close. “I told you not to step on that log. I said, ‘Hey, Buck, don’t step on that log. It’s rotten and you’ll go straight through and fall in the water.’” He pulls the corner of the blanket down and kisses the top of Buck’s bare shoulder. “And what did you do?”  “I stepped on it,” Buck says, quietly.  “What else?”  “And fell in.”  Eddie wraps his arms around Buck, squeezing him tight. “And?” he prompts, delighting in the smell of Buck’s warm skin, a mix of eucalyptus and vanilla and mint and, faintly, rose. It’s them, a swirled mixture that makes his tummy sparkly and warm. Even the cold, half-frozen river couldn’t wash it away.  Buck drops his head back to lay on Eddie’s shoulder. “And,” he starts, put-upon and a little sour, “you had to save me.” 

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[wikiangela]

I believe 'cause you're Christmas to me

the christmas tree fic full of shannon feels is finally here! <3

rating: G

words: 4.3k

summary: While the Buckley-Diaz boys decorate their Christmas tree, Eddie can't help but get emotional about Shannon, their past Christmases, and the hopeful future with his boyfriend.

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And now there’s Buck. His best friend, his co-parent, his partner… and since very recently, his boyfriend. It’s fairly new, just a few weeks, but it doesn’t feel like it. Eddie feels as if they’ve been together for years now. In a way, they have. They’ve been dancing around their feelings for such a long time, Eddie’s not even sure when it started. But they made it official just a while back, and the transition from friendship to romance surprisingly felt like the most natural and easiest thing in the world. Like it was always meant to happen.

This year it’s their first Christmas together as a couple, and Eddie thought he’d be nervous, but he’s really not. It’s the most normal thing, buying gifts for their kid together, decorating the house together, picking out a tree. The thing is, Buck loves Christmas. He hasn’t had the best Christmases as a child, but he loves it now, and always wants to make it as special for Christopher as possible, and wants to give him everything Buck always wanted but didn’t get. Eddie loves watching him match Chris’ enthusiasm, and being genuine about it, and, above all, making him excited about Christmas – that first one after Shannon’s death was tough, but, after all, so is his kid. Now it’s just an opportunity to connect with his mom, honor her, feel her presence in the Christmas spirit. Plus, having Buck here helps to keep the Christmas atmosphere, while he still makes sure there’s room for some reminiscing.

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[doeeyeseddie]

been thinking 'bout the way you smile, golden

Buck pulls off onto a tiny road, and then into the driveway of a wooden cabin, the forest behind it and views of the lake down below from the front. There’s more snow up here, dusting the pine trees and even the ground below them, the cabin’s roof and surroundings with a thin layer of white.

“This is amazing,” Eddie says as he gets out of the car, turning away from the cabin to take in the view. “How early did you book this?”

“I know a guy,” Buck says with a cheesy wink that kind of makes Eddie’s stomach flutter.

Christopher’s already halfway to the cabin, calling impatiently over his shoulder, “Come on, slowpokes! I wanna see inside!”

~

buck takes the diazes on a weekend trip. eddie has something to say.

buddie, rated t, 3k

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[lonelychicago]

inspiration saturday! 🎄🦌

tagged by the lovelies @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck

okay so, i have a few ideas for holiday fics and i haven't really decided which ones to write. so... here's a christmas moodboard for inspiration and the options, if you guys could vote ur favorite i'd love u forever and ever.

1. it's chris and eddie's first christmas without shannon and also away from texas. it has to be perfect— they have to choose the perfect tree but the cute, stupidly hot guy selling the trees is really not helping.

buck's been working extra shifts at the station and now also selling christmas trees on his free time since his sister is in town asking for his help to hide from her psychotic husband and can't currently find a job. he meets the most adorable kid ever and the hottest dad he's ever seen. they flirt, they bicker a little bit and buck thinks that's it. he won't see the guy ever again... until he shows up at the toy drive they're hosting at the station and accidentally stands under a mistletoe. what other choice does buck have but to kiss him??

2. buck and eddie are exes. they haven't seen each other in years. until sophia invites buck over for christmas and some feelings reemerge. their love might not be dead after all.

3. buck gets dumped on christmas eve and eddie being the amazing friend he is, he tries to cheer him up. christmas has always been better with them together anyway, who needs a stupid girlfriend?

4. buck ends up in a coma and somehow, his neighbor eddie ends up on the hospital bed next to him with buck's entire family thinking they're dating. when buck wakes up with amnesia and he thinks eddie's his boyfriend, things get a little bit more complicated. eddie finds it really hard to not tell the truth when he hasn't ever felt this at home before.

tagging (no pressure): @buddierights @monsterrae1 @rainbow-nerdss @prettyboybuckley @heartshapedvows @spaceprincessem @messyhairdiaz @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @jesuisici33 @tails89 @jamespearce9-1-1 @giddyupbuck @maygrantgf @housewifebuck @911onabc @911-on-abc @bekkachaos @athenagranted @pirrusstuff @gayedmundodiaz @watchyourbuck and anyone else who wants to do it! <33

[bi-buckrights]

Home is Just Another Word for You

Buddie | G | 10k | one shot

“You don’t understand, I have to get home to my son.” She gives him a sympathetic smile, and Eddie has to restrain himself from slamming his fists on the desk. He clenches his fists at his side instead, his chest still heaving from sprinting across the airport. “Surely you can make an exception for this man who is serving our country,” a voice says from beside him, friendly and polite. Eddie watches a bright smile spread across the other man’s face, and he notices that he seems to be completely collected despite that fact that he was sprinting as fast as Eddie was just moments ago. “I’m sorry, sir, there’s nothing I can do.” She looks at Eddie, a flash of pity crossing over her face. “And thank you for your service.” - or: Eddie misses his flight home to his son on Christmas Eve, and just so happens to get stuck with the handsome man who sprinted across the airport with him.

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[devirnis]

underneath the tree

Rating: E Relationships: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Word count: 2.6k Cover by @ronordmann

Frowning to himself in concentration, Eddie carefully folds the wrapping paper around the corner of the box. He has no idea how his mother makes this look so easy, even after she walked him through it earlier on FaceTime. Under the tree, Eddie’s present whines plaintively.

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[wildlife4life]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon and @lover-of-mine You are all so awesome and I look forward to all your works!

I apologize for those who tagged me Sunday, but I've been busy getting ready to host thanksgiving for 14 people, which means getting the grocery shopping done, menu set and organized, and getting my house deep cleaned. Haha. Yea.

But I did find some time between cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry to start a new wip. Lol. Its a Christmas fic with the premise based off of The Santa Clause because I love those movies. I don't want to give too much away, but I will say Bobby is Santa and later in his tenure as such being of Christmas Joy, finds and adopts Buck. This will be both bathena and buddie. And that's all I'm telling ya'll for now. Enjoy this snippet!

The bright red and white pole just at the peripheral of his vison gives him pause and his attention flutters away from Polaris’s glow. Sitting atop the candy striped post was a vivid red sign with the curled white words, North Pole and an arrow pointing…directly upwards at the North star. “What in the?” Bobby raggedly whispered in bewilderment.

For the record, I am not having Bobby accidentally kill the Santa before him, he has enough guilt on his hands as is. Anywho... Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure!): @911-on-abc @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @try-set-me-on-fire @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @theotherbuckley @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @elvensorceress @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @thekristen999 @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @cowboydiazes @vampbuckley @brokenribsdiaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @arthursdent @glorious-spoon @buddierights @athenagranted @prosperdemeter2 @rainbow-nerdss @gayedmundodiaz

[buckera]

Snippet Sunday 🌟

I was tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @jeeyuns and @disasterbuckdiaz thank youuu mwuah 💛

Hey peeps, guess what? I finished the first draft for the ski fic today and now it only needs to be edited. 🫡 So, I decided to venture into my drafts and see what else could I get into and work on after all these festivities and I ended up tapping back into the screaming universe fic, so here's a snippet from that.

“Hey uh Eddie.” Buck clasped his hands together in front of his chest as he walked after Eddie into the kitchen. “C-can we talk?”

“Sure, what’s up Buck?” Eddie looked at him for a moment as he put the bags on top of the table, then he started pulling their contents out of them one by one.

“I uh… I had an interesting conversation with Chris just before you got back, n-nothing too serious, I just thought you should know.” Buck trailed after Eddie as he put two boxes of cereal into the cabinet and even though it must’ve been ridiculous for him to literally follow him around in such a small space, he couldn’t really help it.

“Oh no.” Eddie barked out a laugh and shook his head as he closed the upper cabinet. “You had the Kevin talk with him, didn’t you?”

“Uh y-yeah, how’d you know?”

Eddie sighed in parental exasperation — Buck could always tell this sigh of Eddie’s from any other ones.

“He ambushed me with it last week, talked my ears off about it, asked a bunch of questions I couldn't really answer…”

“Sorry.” Buck grimaced, though he knew it wasn’t exactly his fault Kevin had two dads — or that it would give Christopher ideas; he was a pretty creative kid after all.

“For what? The kid isn’t entirely wrong.” Eddie shrugged and went back to dig a big tub of butter out of one of the paper bags.

“What?”

“Well, he says that if we got married then you’d be his dad too, legally anyways.” Eddie walked over to the fridge so naturally, as if they were just talking about weekend plans or sports and not… well, not the hypothetical of them being a couple; a married one at that.

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[thewolvesof1998]

They don’t know (your name is already mine) - aka Mistaken Identity, Dog Tags, Christmas fic!

Chapter 2: A Not So Merry Mix-Up

He swipes the answer button and brings the phone up to his ear, “Hello?” “Is this Bobby Nash?” An unfamiliar female voice asks him. “Yes, it is.” “Hi Mr Nash, I’m calling from Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre, we just admitted Eddie Diaz, he has you listed as his second emergency contact.”

tagging some people who might be interested: @wildlife4life ​ @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33​ @bekkachaos @buddierights @spagheddiediaz @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @mangacat201 @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff @evanbegins @giddyupbuck @sammysouffle @smilingbuckley @jamespearce9-1-1 @carrierofthepaperclips @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @thosetwofirefighters @monsterrae1 @princehattric @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @singlethread @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @blurredbuddie @aquamarineglitter @devirnis

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

Do you have any good christmas fic recs? I'm already getting in the mood :)

ooh christmas my most beloved! never too early 🤗 here's some from me and some of my besties!

—Buck's Bakes At Christmas by mansikka @redlightsandicedtea

—Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi @princessfbi

—Christmas Lights by ZainClaw @zainclaw

—must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor @messyhairdiaz

—i think i wanna merry you by ipretendtobesane @useramor

—What if you're someone I just want around… by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie

—The Aftermath of Liberation and Love Confessions by ElvenSorceress @elvensorceress

—gold and glittering by florenceandthemachine @florenceandthemachine

—if i was the night then you were the moon by BekkaChaos @bekkachaos

and a little self promo <3

—the holiday calendar by browney3dgirl6

—in the reflection, all i see are glimpses of you and me by browney3dgirl6

[queerdiazs]

there you are, sweetheart | 2.9k, teen

Buck fills the gnome mug up, drops six fat marshmallows in the top, and then sets it in front of Eddie. “Drink up, mi princesa.”  Eddie snorts. “Tomate.”  “Did you just call me a tomato?”  “Mhm.” Eddie wraps his hands around the mug, full-body shivering at the warmth. It hits a chill deep in his bones, one he sometimes can’t get rid of no matter how hard he tries. “I sure did.”  Buck balks, flaps his mouth like a fish on dry land, and then huffs as he spins around and starts back in on the few dishes still in the sink. The pot he warmed the hot chocolate up in sits on the stove, cooling off; another mug, taller and thinner, is pushed off to the side. Buck’s on, since it’s in his favorite cup.  Eddie delights in the heat in his hands a few moments before bringing it up for a sip. It’s sweet, chocolatey and creamier now than it was a couple days ago; the chubby marshmallows bump his nose, smearing whipped suds across his mouth. It’s delicious, warming Eddie’s tummy up better than a hot shower ever could.  He puts the cup down and flicks at a marshmallow. It turns over and over, wet and light brown from the chocolate; it’s the biggest of the six, though it’s melting just as fast, and he pops it in his mouth before it dissolves all the way.  In his chest, his heart burns like it’s on fire.  Wrapping his hands around the cup once more, he drinks from it nice and slow as he watches Buck from behind, taking in his wide shoulders and broad hips and thick thighs and big feet. Eddie’s so lucky he can feel it in the marrow of his bones, like sprinkled stardust or something.  He wants to keep this moment forever, the two of them at peace in the kitchen together. Tuck it into a snow globe, maybe, and set it on the table right next to his bed so it’s one of the first things he sees every morning he wakes up.  As if sensing Eddie’s eyes on him, Buck looks over his shoulder and wrinkles his brow. “Why are you staring at me?” he asks, chuckling.  He’s perfect. The fire inside burns and Eddie can’t hold it in any longer.  “Because you’re so pretty.”  The pair of forks in Buck’s hand clatter loudly as he drops them. “Eddie,” he hisses, a half-warning, and spins around to face Eddie so fast he slides sideways on the festive little mat beneath his feet. “What—” “I love you.” Eddie takes another drink of his hot chocolate, chewing up a marshmallow. There’s only one left. “Did you know that?” 

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[homerforsure]

I know Bobby is a little busy right now with the fire and the heart attack and the insurance investigation into the fire and the moving into whatever apartment Ravi has empty in his buildings. But I like to think that as soon as a worried Buck lets it slip that Christopher has moved to Texas, he’ll be putting all that aside (or using it as leverage to get Eddie to agree) to schedule one of his patented Breakfasts with Bobby.

And then the two of them can finally sit down and talk about what it’s like to be haunted by ghosts that may go dormant for a while but are never fully exorcised and how, when you reach out to hold onto them, you always fall right through.

Then when Eddie’s blinking back tears and confessing that he doesn’t know how to stop reaching, Bobby can tell him that the only thing he’s ever found that works is having something solid to grab hold of instead.

Eddie will do the self-deprecating laugh because the only solid thing he’s ever had just ran 800 miles away from him and he’ll say that he doesn’t think he gets to have that.

Then, presumably, he gets a text—from Buck or maybe even a group text—and Bobby sees it and smiles.

“I think you have more than you think you do.” and “We’re not going to let you fall, Eddie.”

[watchyourbuck]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Tease Tidbit Tuesday °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @callmenewbie @eowon @exhuastedpigeon thank you all! Will be reading your works tonight!💗

We’re back y’all! Finally, after two months of being in a dissociative state trying to graduate college, I’ve finally done it. Good news is I’m motivated; bad news is I still need to rest before throwing myself into writing. For now, have it half way!

I know I made a bullet point list of all the fics I was going to focus on, but the writer’s heart wants what it wants, so I have unfortunately come up with a new idea. It’s kinda Christmassy, not entirely so. You’ll see. I do hope you enjoy it, as it’s not quite my usual cup of tea (while still remaining buddie).

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

He had to force himself not to drink it all in one go. Yes, he had a high tolerance threshold, but that didn’t mean he had to tempt fate every chance he got. He stared at the glass for a while, then sipped carefully, like a child drinking hot coco. “What troubles you this evening?” The words made him jump in surprise. He turned to his right in one motion, focusing on the stranger sitting on the stool right next to his. “Holy-,” he exclaimed. “You scared me, man.” Buck frowned. The stools were far enough apart for it to be plausible to have missed him, but he vividly remembered sitting on an empty row. Had he sat down while Buck had been looking around the place? “I assure you it wasn’t my intention to startle you,” the man replied, his voice serious and surprisingly grave. It felt as though he was whispering in his ear, but he hadn’t even turned to look at him yet. “But you don’t wear your emotions well.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tagging in return @wildlife4life @loserdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @housewifebuck @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @mattsire @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddie---diaz @cowboy-eddie @911-on-abc @butraura @hoodie-buck @honestlyeddie @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @fionaswhvre & @theotherbuckley and anyone else who’d like to participate!✨