#treacherousdiaz

[capseycartwright]

40 + buddie? ❤️

“That Christmas sweater is atrocious,” Buck commented, gaze lingering on the truly disgustingly tacky sweater Eddie had pulled from the depths of his wardrobe, the front a sparkly - definitely shedding, given the amount of the glitter pooling around Eddie’s feet - Christmas tree, bells attached to the wool of the sweater, Eddie jingling with every breath. It was absolutely horrendous, and tacky, and the grin on Eddie’s face was utterly delighted.

Eddie, Buck had long since realised, loved Christmas - and loved Christmas in a big way. Christopher’s manic delight for the festive season came directly from his father, Eddie itching to bring his decorations down from the moment November rolled around. The day after Thanksgiving - provided they weren’t working - Eddie was in his attic, bringing down boxes, and boxes worth of decorations, his house looking like Santa Clause's California getaway for a very glittery six weeks. Eddie always got a real tree, unlike Buck’s artificial one that was dragged out from storage at the beginning of December, and the choosing of the tree was a real process. Buck had been witness to it once, and after an hour of watching Eddie and Christopher seriously deliberate over the merits of a six foot, verus a six and a half foot tall tree, Buck swore he’d never tag along on the tree choosing trip ever again.

Eddie loved Christmas, was the point. From Thanksgiving, to the New Year (“January 6,” Eddie explained. “You leave your decorations up until January 6, because that’s when the three Kings come to visit Jesus.”) Eddie’s house was an ode to Christmas. The woody candle that normally sat on Eddie’s coffee table was replaced with a spicy, cinnamon scented red one, Eddie happily lighting it every night after Christopher went to bed, red tartan blanket pooled around his ankles as he and Buck would indulge in some cheesy Christmas films and boozy hot chocolate.

Buck never loved the festive season, until he met Eddie Diaz. Maddie had always tried her best, growing up, but she was a teenager with limited resources and their parents had never wanted to mark the occasion. Eddie, though - he made Christmas seem like it was a truly magical time of the year, and it was infectious, the joy Eddie felt during those few weeks of candy cane coloured madness contagious. It was strange, to develop a love for Christmas with your thirties looming ahead of you, but Buck was slowly getting there - with the Diazes help, of course.

Eddie grinned. “It’s an ugly Christmas sweater party, Buck,” he reminded, as though Buck could forget that the theme for Hen and Karen’s Christmas drinks this year was tacky Christmas sweaters. It was a festive party they only ever threw the years the 118 was scheduled on, for Christmas, Hen and Karen wanting to celebrate in a big way on those rare days off leading up to the day itself, and it always had a theme - Buck’s first year with the 118, they had thrown a Grinch themed party (Denny had been a little obsessed, that year) and another year, it had been a Home Alone themed party.

This year, the theme was tacky Christmas sweaters, and Buck had braved the insanity that was Target, during Christmas week, to find something that could be considered a tacky Christmas sweater. It was a simple one, but Buck had left it a little late to find anything particularly tacky, and he’d been stuck with the last one in his size, a green sweater with a gingerbread man on the front, his arm snapped clean off and ‘oh snap!’ emblazoned across the front in red, glittery writing.

“I know,” Buck hummed.

“Then why are you wearing the world’s most boring sweater?” Eddie poked, pulling a face as he surveyed Buck’s sweater.

“Because it was the only one left in my size in Target, you judgmental asshole,” Buck replied. “Am I not being tacky enough for you?”

“That sweater wishes it was tacky,” Eddie shook his head. “Wait here, just a second.”

Buck didn’t argue, leaning against the kitchen counter as he waited for Eddie to return. It only took a minute, before his best friend was back, neatly wrapped package in hand. “What’s this?” Buck inquired, as Eddie held the gift out, giving Buck an expectant look.

“Open it, and you’ll find out.”

Buck took the package from Eddie, whatever was inside it soft, even through the crinkling wrapping paper. He eased the tape off the end, pulling out the most horrendous sweater he’d ever seen. It was heavy, with the weight of the tinsel and baubles attached to the sweater, glittery shedding all over Buck’s jeans as he unfolded it.

“Try it on,” Eddie encouraged, looking practically giddy as Buck complied, pulling his sweater off, and the new one on. It was itchy, against his skin, but Buck couldn’t complain, not when Eddie was looking so utterly delighted. “See?” he grinned. “Now we match.”

Buck glanced down at his new sweater, the tree on the front not quite the same as Eddie’s, but just as tacky, the baubles making a racket every time he moved. “Yeah,” he managed. “We do.”

“Do you like it?” Eddie looked nervous, all of a sudden.

“I love it,” Buck reassured. “But you didn’t have to get me anything, Eddie.”

“I know,” Eddie shrugged. “I wanted to. I know Christmas isn’t your favourite time of year, or anything - but I’m glad Christopher and I get to spend it with you, Buck,” he said, pausing for a second, before he moved, pressing a brief kiss to Buck’s cheek.

It felt like Buck’s face was on fire, as his best friend stepped back, a bashful look on Eddie’s face. This thing, between them, it had been slowly trundling towards being something more for a long time now, and Buck wondered, when the right moment would come for them to cross the line and embrace the something more of it all. It wasn’t the right moment, Buck knew, but the moment was coming, he realised. Soon, he hoped.

Eddie grinned again, reaching a hand under Buck’s sweater to fiddle with something, lights coming to life. “Your tacky sweater also has lights,” he beamed, switching on his own. “We’re so winning this competition, Buckley.”

“Is it a competition?” Buck couldn’t help but laugh, following his best friend out of the kitchen. “Eddie, I don’t think this is a competition. Eddie - Eddie! It’s a party, not a competition. Eddie!”

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[anya-chalotra]

hi! hope you're having a wonderful day! if you don't mind me asking, which fonts did you use in this and this post? ❤

Hi, lovely! For Joey’s birthday set, I used Hello Stockholm and Encorpada Pro Black. And for the meme summary of The Witcher, I used Intro, which I've used... many a time. (Well. I say that, but they’re all frequent favorites that I keep cycling back to despite attempts to branch out to the other 700 fonts I have downloaded.)

#treacherousdiaz #ask ava: an organizational tag and not an advice column (unless it needs to be) #ps asks

[queerbuckleys]

57 + buddie? ❤

57. "Oh my god, it's so pretty."

Buck could not believe he was making out with Eddie. At his sister's wedding no less.

But Eddie had looked too good in this stupid suit and this tie, this stupid carefully chosen lavender tie that made Eddie's eyes even more beautiful. And Buck had survived standing across from Eddie looking past Maddie, Chimney, and Hen at the alter, completely lost in them. He had survived catching Eddie's eyes as he laughed at Buck's best man speech. But what he couldn't was watching as Eddie had spun Jee- Yun in her perfect flower girl dress, eyes twinkling under the fairy lights. Once the song was over and he had down a couple glasses of champagne in quick succession and then pulling Eddie into the closest private area he could find.

"Oh my god, it's so pretty." he sighed between kisses, "shame if something happened to it." he kept kissing him as his fingers fumbled with the perfectly tied half windsor.

"Buck," Eddie tried, attempting to stop him, "we are literally in the closet. Oh fuck." he breathed as Buck gently peppered his jaw with light kisses. And then he was kissing him again, tie loosened.

They were so entranced with each other, that they didn't hear the door open,

"Found them! Chimney you owe me $50! I told you I could get them to cave with choosing the right wedding colors." Maddie shouted, clearly holding back a giggle, "Buck pull yourself together, it's almost time for our dance." with that she turned on her heel and left them to collect themselves.

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[gracieryder]

@eddieprettyboydiaz

@treacherousdiaz

@jddryder

@xxfiction-is-my-realityxx

@theiconicscott

@us-buddie

THANK YOU, DARLINGS!

It has been A LOT the past couple of days.

I got to Paris and promptly broke my foot. I'm so serious. I was stuck in the ER until like 4 AM Sunday.

Anyway, it's messing with my trip a bit obviously, so I appreciate this and all of you so much! You're so sweet! 🥺💖

All my love for you!

You're all wonderful and deserve the WORLD!

😭💖💖💖

#💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 #eddieprettyboydiaz #treacherousdiaz #ej the 🤡 #jddryder #xxfiction-is-my-realityxx #emma emma bo bemma #theiconicscott #us-buddie #mist answers #mists chaos tag #julia! 💋💕

[littlespoonevan]

✏️🖊️

thanks, bud! :D

✏️ Do you write every day?

answered here :)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP

As he watches Maddie be wheeled through the doors of the emergency room, Buck slows down for the first time all day.

He stumbles to a stop somewhere around the reception desk, craning his neck until Maddie’s completely out of sight and it’s only then that he feels like his legs are about to give out beneath him.

Fuck.

He can’t believe he almost lost her to Doug again. Closing his eyes, he inhales a shaky breath and braces his hands on the top of his head.

He’s just about to give up and collapse in on himself when he hears a soft voice to his left.

“Hey.”

He looks up and there’s Eddie, making his way toward him with concerned eyes. He picks up speed when Buck’s eyes fill with tears, jogging the last few steps and reaching out to pull him in.

Buck folds into him, gripping hard to the back of Eddie’s jacket.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Eddie murmurs, running a soothing hand between his shoulderblades. “You got her back.”

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[ronensass]

festive 😚

festive- it use to be my mom. her favorite holiday was christmas and she would go all out, listening to christmas music in october some years. our house would be all decked out in lights & bows, cookie scented candles lit, music always playing. now... i really don't have the christmas spirit anymore. this is my second year without my mom and it just lacks the spark it had when she was alive. really the only time ive had any spirit this year is when i was putting up & decorating our christmas tree and listening to christmas music back at the beginning of the month 😔

winter asks

#mail call 💌 #answered #treacherousdiaz

[bibuddie]

17? 😘

17. favourite minor character?

oof tough, i think i have to say karen though. she's everything i want to be: a smart, loving woman in STEM with a lovely family!

wee woo asks

#treacherousdiaz #crys 💫 #asks

[trashbaget]

hi 👉🏽👈🏽

crysalis my darling!! hello!!! 🥺💗✨

#📫 here’s the mail it never fails ✉️ #treacherousdiaz #crystal tag #crys tag #i love you crys ❤️ #hello baby how are you? 🥺🥺 #i love you! i miss you!

[buckhelped]

27? ❤

Tiny Love by MIKA

it's on both my destiel and buddie playlists so it was definitely gonna be on there :)

send me a number 1-100 and i'll give you the corresponding song from my wrapped playlist!

#thanks crys <333 #ask game #bon answers #treacherousdiaz

[outrunningthedark]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Perfect timing! I have a message for you:

You're gonna be okay, kid.

Just remember to breathe. 💖💖💖💖

#treacherousdiaz #there are good people in this world

[loserdiaz]

run or cowboy like me? (i'm making everyone choose between run and something else 😂)

run.

i love cowboy like me but run is so soothing and soft and i have it on replay since it came out lmao 😂

( also i'm bitter that taylor chose everything has changed first instead of run )

send me two taylor swift songs and i’ll tell you which one i prefer

#treacherousdiaz #crys tag #ask game #april gets mail 💌 ! #april answers

[mellaithwen]

9? ❤

And we’re STRAIGHT INTO A 911 SONG 😂💕

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

#ask #spotify wrapped #treacherousdiaz

[queerbuckleys]

3 + buddie? ❤️

here you go bby ❤️

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

There they were in the pasta aisle in front of the boxed mac and cheese when Eddie was suddenly in his space, with his eyes a little wide and barely above a whisper, but with all the conviction of everyday conversation demanded Buck to kiss him.

So that is precisely what Buck did. If this was his only chance to kiss the man he was so in love with, he would take it.

And kissing Eddie was every bit as magical and perfect in all the ways he imagined and so much more. The way Eddie's strong hands so gently held his jaw like he was delicate. The hint of black coffee on his tongue. The gentle clean lavender smell of his body wash. And whatever made Eddie smell like Eddie. The warm breath brushing over his cheek. Every piece just felt like home.

And then he remembered they were in the middle of the grocery store. They both did. But it was still their own little world for now.

"Not that I mind, but uh, why now?" Buck asked still holding Eddie's waist with one hand and the basket with the other.

"You just grabbed boxes of Chris' favorite boxed mac and cheese. For your apartment. And I just, I couldn't not kiss you anymore." the blush on his cheeks was fierce but his eyes never strayed from Buck's.

"You have wanted to?" Buck asks eyes wide,

"Yes. And judging by that kiss you have too." Eddie replies with a smile,

"Yeah. But maybe we should go home before we try it again."

"Can I at least hold your hand?" Eddie asks never wanting to be mere inches from Buck ever again.

Buck just grabs his hand and kisses the back before continuing down the aisle to get a box of Chris' favorite cereal.

kiss prompts

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[gracieryder]

hiiiiiiii 😚👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨😌

CRYS, YOU'RE ALIVEEE!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#missed youuu #ej the 🤡 #treacherousdiaz #mist answers

[diazactually]

hii 🤪😘

hey crys🥰🤪

how are you love??❤️

#long time no chaotic encounter #🥰🥰 #treacherousdiaz

[bibuddie]

both of these things can be true 😌

there is happiness 😌 past the blood and bruise 🥰 past the curses and cries

#treacherousdiaz #crys 💫 #asks #THIS IS SUCH A BUDDIE SONG WTF #not to make everything abt buddie but