#jee + snow

[taevayu]

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── ◜✧◞  jee + snow! ﹕ᶻz

bro don’t do this these words don’t go together../.

snowyjje / snj3-s / nwjsnzz / swjne-d

snow2iie / jeeiase / snorkwlls / jeeiblie

[firewasabeast]

Prompt:

Buck thinks he and Tommy should send out a Christmas card together. Tommy agrees...Clipboard Buck appears 😆

This was fun!! Thank you ❤️

“Evan?”

“Hm?”

“Um, when I- when we agreed to send out a Christmas card together this year, I can't say I was expecting all of this.”

Their front porch was decorated top to bottom in Christmas décor. Garland and bows around the door and front windows, small trees with white lights lining the steps, fake snow sprayed onto the glass framing of the front door. There were some boxes that were wrapped perfectly too, clustered together just past the top step.

It looked absolutely beautiful.

It also looked absolutely insane.

Especially since it was September.

The idea of sending out Christmas cards came to Buck a month earlier, as he moved into Tommy's place. He was putting away some things and found Maddie, Chimney, and Jee's card from the year before. The thought of him and Tommy sending out a card of their own for everyone to see was too enticing to pass up. Plus, it was a perfect way to let distant relatives know that he was in a committed relationship with another man without having to do the whole awkward, and downright ridiculous, coming out routine.

Tommy had agreed pretty quickly. He had learned by now to always be prepared for whatever Buck threw at him next, and he found it pretty exciting to say yes to all his little ideas and suggestions that he himself would never have thought about otherwise.

What Tommy didn't account for is that a suggestion like this would not be taken lightly. Not with Buck involved.

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, eyes shooting up from the clipboard he'd been staring down at.

“I just... I thought we'd pick a selfie, from our phones,” his voice wavered when he saw the look of utter disgust come over Buck's face, “and choose a template from Walgreens...”

Buck stood there, mouth hanging open. Like he couldn't believe such a crazy idea even came out of Tommy's mouth.

“Thomas.”

Tommy sighed. The full name was never a good sign.

“Christmas cards are quite possibly the most important piece of stationary you can send out into the world.”

“So, when we send out our wedding invitations they'll be, what, number two?”

“A Christmas card tells the people within your world,” Buck continued, ignoring Tommy's question, “that the person or people you are with in that card is who matters the most to you.”

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, nodding. “Right, but Evan, Babe,” he smiled, moving closer, hoping to cut the tension he had created, “I'm pretty sure most people toss their Christmas cards like, as soon as they get them, or the day after Christmas.”

Buck shook his head. He lifted some papers from his clipboard and pulled out a sheet that he handed to Tommy. “Not this one. Ours is going to be made from botanical paper,” he said, pointing down at one of the options on the paper. “They'll plant it somewhere around their house or in a pot or something and from our love, plants will grow!” He smiled brightly as he finished his explanation, eyes wide and filled with excitement.

Tommy couldn't help himself. Buck was so cute when he got this way. There wasn't a piece of Tommy that ever wanted to dull Evan's happiness from even the smallest things in life. He leaned forward and gave Buck a gentle peck on the lips. “That's adorable,” he said, handing the paper back to Buck, “and very sweet.”

“I, uh, I think so too.” A blush rose on Buck's cheeks. Even after all these months together, he still got butterflies in his stomach when Tommy kissed him or was on board with one of his plans.

The thing was, Buck knew that he could be a lot to deal with sometimes. He knew people got frustrated when he had a clipboard in his hands. He knew he could get obsessive and overdo it. And, while Tommy may sometimes suggest simpler options (which were obviously wrong and insane), he never made fun of Buck or belittled him. Buck never had to worry about being too much with Tommy, and that was such a freeing feeling.

“Now!” Buck rocked up on his tippy toes, getting back to his list. “We've got our first photographer coming in half an hour. Our next one comes at one. Then we've got to wait until four for the last one, so you'll have to change out of your outfit or put on a robe or something so you don't spill.”

“We... We've got three photographers coming?”

Buck nodded, double checking his list. “Yes. Uh, three today, two tomorrow.”

“So five then? Five photographers coming?”

“Correct.”

“Evan, honey,” Tommy placed his hands on Buck's biceps, pulling his attention from the clipboard yet again. “Why exactly do we have five photographers coming?”

“To make sure we get the best photos?” Buck replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right... Right, okay. Alright, well, you just tell me what to do and when to do it and I will be there.”

Buck leaned in this time, a hand placed at the nape of Tommy's neck, and kissed him. “First,” he said once he pulled away, “I've gotta go get the house ready for the dog. He'll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” Tommy agreed. Buck was already back in the house when his words sunk in. “Wait! Dog?!” Tommy called out, “Evan, we don't have a dog!”

“We do today!”

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

New Fic: wake up, boy, you're far from home

I lied about my last post of the year. Here it is. 5pm December 31st.

This was prompted by @goldenbcnes - love you, Nova! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary:

Eddie is miserable in El Paso, having seemingly made things worse. Buck is miserable in Los Angeles, without him. When Buck agrees to go home to Hershey for the holidays, everything implodes.

Snippet:

“Mom and Dad have invited us for Christmas this year,” she says. “That might be fun, right? Hershey? Snow - a proper white Christmas?”

Bad idea. Definitely a bad idea.

“They want me to come?” Buck asks. 

“Yeah,” Maddie says. “They do. We just chatted.”

Then why didn’t they call him themselves? Only had the energy to extend the invite to one child, and they picked the favorite? No. That’s not how this went down. He knows everyone well enough to see that. They called Maddie. To invite Maddie, Chim, and Jee. And Maddie didn’t want to exclude him. That’s all this is. 

Once again, Buck is an afterthought, and nothing more. But not to his sister. He has never been to Maddie. Maybe she’s the only person he can really say that about, even if he didn’t believe it for years.

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Tagging:

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[spotsandsocks]

Oh hi!

For my wintery ask to you, I'm sending 🎅🏽 and marshmallow. :)

Hellooooo! Thanks for sending a stocking ask. One ficlet for marshmallow. 570 words . Hope you like it 😊

His phone is ringing which considering the time is enough to make Buck’s heart rate spike. It’s way past the acceptable time for calling without an important reason. Grabbing his phone and seeing Maddies face and name lit u does nothing to calm him down. It’s way past eleven. What's happened?

He answers the phone intent on finding out “what’s wrong?”

“Elves! Stupid things. I hate them.”

It’s not anything close to what he was expecting. At least it’s not an emergency or a disaster which considering thier lives is more than possible.”

“Ok and why do we hate elves at” he checks the time “11.23 at night?”

“Because I forgot about them tonight and Howie’s on an extra shift tonight and I have not idea what to do with the damn things! I need help! You're my help!”

Maddie sounds at the end of her tether, hardly surprising the holidays are stressful, there’s a lot to do and the elves are, he knows from Chimney a major source of stress. He makes a mental note to not start any elf shenanigans when he has kids,

‘“Ok… what have you done already?”

“Everything! Stupid things, maybe they can have an accident tonight…”

“Maybe not, let’s not traumatise Jee ok Mads.”

“They deserve it, they could get locked out or get flushed down the toilet, the oven…”

“Maddie!” He stops her, almost shocked at the level of homicidal rage she has towards the naughty Christmas elves Jee loves to see every morning. “Flour footprints?”

“Basic, did it week one.”

“Drawing on the fruit?

“Done it.”

“Using the pans as drums?”

“Fun but done it.”

“Playing cards?”

“Boring!”

“Top of Christmas tree? Melted ice cream? Stuck to the ceiling? Grated carrot?”

“Buck, you’re meant to be helping me. I’ve done all that, it’s almost Christmas Eve, I’ve got to get creative now!”

Ok… um what have you got in the cupboards?

Almost at once he can hear cupboard doors opening and closing.

“There’s nothing useful! What am I going to do?”

“We’ll think of something, don’t worry.”

With his sister calling out things from her cupboards he tries to think of Christmasy things. Cookies, mistletoe, snow, stockings, trees, presents, baubles… one of his ideas comes back to him; snow.

“Maddie, you got any marshmallows?”

“Umm… yeah, why?”

“Big ones or small?”

“Both.”

Hoping this idea goes down better than the others he takes a breath.

“Ok, build a snowhouse out of the big ones and then use the others for snow and make a snow angel shape with the elf.”

He waits hopefully. There’s silence on the other end of the phone, then a sigh of relief followed by his sister's voice.

“That’s brilliant. Buck you’re a genius! I love you.”

Then she hangs up. About 15 minutes later he gets a picture of the elves doing exactly what he suggested, it looks good if he does say so himself.

Maddie sends a text that says thank you and heart emojis that make him smile.

The next one she sends doesn’t. It says; great job tonight so you can help again tomorrow.

Looks like Maddie’s elf problem is his too now, but then what’s family for if not to put mischievous elves into situations together. He opens a new browser page on his phone and types ‘elf on a shelf ideas’… who needs sleep when there are nieces to keep happy.

[12daysofbucktommy]

12 Days of BuckTommy - Prompt list

The prompt can be filled using any rating you want.

The actual prompt is the words next to the date, what you will find under it is just some additional  context to the prompt, they don’t have to be followed at all.

December 21st :  Decoration 🎄

Follow Buck and Tommy as they choose and decorate their Christmas tree, do they live together yet? Or do they decorates both of their places together?

December 22nd : Hot drinks ☕️

It may be Los Angeles but don’t forget climate change, and the temperature just dropped a lot! What better than a hot chocolate to relax together? Or maybe some winter herbal tea. At home? In a café? On the go ?

December 23rd : Last minute gift & Gift wrapping 🎁

Oops, somebody may have pushed back their gift shopping a little too much, and now the shops are filled with people and shelves are empty, what’s a queer man supposed to do? Are they missing gift for the other? For friends? For family? Did they hear somebody say they already have what they planned to gift them? And don’t forget to wrap your gifts boys ! Ribbons, bows, go all out !

December 24th : Christmas Eve ⚠️

It is time for the last preparation, but you’re never safe from a sudden emergency! Maybe we can have a new beast moment? Can everyone make it to Christmas safe?

December 25th : Christmas🎅

It is time to give their presents to everyone ! And the perfect day for a heart to heart with the people you love, right ? Family, friends, everyone is here !

December 26th : Food coma 💤

After two days of snacking, eating, drinking, nothing like a restful day with your boyfriend to make the Christmas season peaceful. Maybe a home spa day? Movie marathon?

December 27th : Cold 🥶🤧

Well, it had to happen, with the temperature dropping and the running around like a headless Maurice, somebody caught a cold. What a supportive boyfriend got to do then ?

December 28th : Surprise trip ⛷️

It’s the post-Christmas weekend and what better way to celebrate it than with a quick gateway trip? Not like they have a chopper that they can use to travel pretty quickly. OR maybe a road trip?

December 29th : Snow ❄️

It is not every day that snow fall on Los Angeles, or maybe are they still away on their trip for a two parts fic/prompt? Snow angels, snow fight, and let’s be honest, Buck probably has a snow ball maker to make little snow ducks as well.

December 30th : Children day 👦👧

Nothing like taking your friends’ and family’s children to gift them a day off. A fun day with uncle Buck and uncle Tommy with Jee, Denny, Mara and Christopher.

December 31st  : New Year Eve 🥳

It’s the last day of year! But they still have to work, and Los Angeles has a lot of things to show them for the last hurrah of 2024! But it’s ok, they’ll be off before the sun is set and they can celebrate with the 118, the 27 and anyone else they love. Hope they can enjoy the Midnight fireworks !

January 1st : Happy New Year!!! ❤️

It is a new year, a year of new beginnings but also continuity as they wake up together and maybe think about what this new year will be for them together.

[sloasis]

9-1-1 can't be canceled until season 25 because we need to see Jee-Yun turn into a teenager and a young adult . She needs to be seen going on adventures with Buck and Chris giving her highschool advice while he's going to COLLEGE and interning at NASA .... We need to see Buck take her on an uncle-niece trip up north in a remote cabin where they get stuck in a snow storm and nobody hears back from them , Maddie and Chimney are freaking out because they hear about the weather and it wasn't predicted and they've gone radio silent . The snow storm gets pretty bad but Buck lights the fire place and tells Jee-Yun to STAY where she is and he goes out in the storm to find his car or check on something outside or get fire wood , any of those things and he gets caught up in it real bad and gets a few ouches ... ouches as in A BROKEN LEG ! Jee-Yun immediately gets ready even after Buck says stay cause she definitely doesn't listen to him and has to traverse through the snow and find him .. he's been out there at least 40+ minutes and Jee-Yun knows that hypothermia is just right around the corner .. it's tense and dark and windy and cold but Jee-Yun doesn't give up , she has to find her Buck and when she does .. she already has an emergency med kit , she splints his leg and gives him a blanket .. they have to hobble their way back to the cabin and get Buck warmed up stat . Jee-Yun has basically been prepped to deal with any kind of weather emergency and injury so she knows what to do !! Buck doesn't even need to tell her or walk her through anything really .. he's so proud of her by the way . Like she's been growing up with first responders her entire life , OF COURSE she knows hypothermia recovery , of course she knows how to splint a leg , of course she knows how to treat any kind of wound . Her mother was a nurse and is a 911 dispatcher , her father is a paramedic AND a firefighter , her uncle is the bravest but most reckless firefighter she knows ... Her captain grandad has been through SO many situations and they have fully prepped her for EVERY kind of emergency . Eddie and Hen have showed her all the equipment and medical treatment stuff they use and have totally done training exercises .. I honestly don't think Jee-Yun would even BE into firefighting or anything like that but she KNOWS because her entire family wants the best for her , they've been so protective but in the way that they TRUST her and they have TAUGHT her the hardest life lessons that they've all been through ... She's so loved , so she will save and treat Buck .

[geddyqueer]

WIP word game

@beanarie and @rcmclachlan tagged me for this game (a line from the wip starting with each letter of the word). words were “tango” and “snow”. these are all from tunnel fic, which is cruising along apace:

T: Tommy shakes his head, then clears his throat, then says, "Not really my style." The look Evan gives him is so sharp Tommy shrinks back instinctually.

A: As the water drips back into the sink he realizes his hands are shaking. He thinks about Eddie's blood in his mouth. He thinks about Devon's hand. He thinks about holding his sister in the snow.

N: Next to the elevator is a giant garbage can and he dry-heaves over it, coughing around the sour taste in his mouth. Every single time it's his job to get them to the hospital doors and then he has to walk away. He walks away and he screams and he shakes and he shoves it back down deep inside him and he goes back to work. He goes back to work. He spits into the garbage can.

G: Gotten real close. Then Howie had called him, asking for a tiny favor—“So tiny, Tommy, just one little thing”—and a few hours later Evan Buckley was giving his shoulder a squeeze and Tommy had put that plan to the wayside.

O: "Oh, fuck," Buck says, and it's telling that Bobby doesn't even look sideways at him.

S: Should he have seen the end coming? Did he let this go too far? The city lights don't give him any answers. For miles below him they stretch out, stalwart and steady until they drop into the Pacific somewhere beyond his field of vision. He turns to the west. If he sits just still enough he can almost feel the ocean calling for him.

N: Not like Tommy could go anywhere; Buck forgot to flip the child locks off after he dropped Jee off last week.

O: "Oh," Evan says. "We're doing this? Now?"

"Isn't that why you came?"

W: Winds will be up and tides will be high and no one will think twice about the circumstances.

i am sending out tags to @screamlet @setmeatopthepyre @cecilyv @leashybebes and @alchemistc word: WRECK

[lesbianrobin]

sneak peek: buddie hallmark movie fic!

Even three years in, Buck still isn’t quite used to winter in Los Angeles.

It’s November fifteenth, and he’s wearing a t-shirt. He’s even a little bit sweaty. That’s gotta be against the laws of the universe.

The mall has already put up a giant Christmas tree, spectacular enough that Tommy has to loop his arm through Buck’s elbow to pull him away from gawking at it. Buck wonders how long it takes to decorate the thing.

“You know, I used to work on a Christmas tree farm,” Buck says as they continue through the mall, and Tommy laughs.

“For real? An actual, honest-to-God Christmas tree farm?”

“Well, yeah. They gotta come from somewhere,” Buck shrugs. “Would you, uh.” He clears his throat. “Would you want to see it?”

Tommy’s eyebrows crease. “See what?”

“The farm. Where I worked.”

“Uh…”

“Maddie invited me home for Christmas,” Buck says. “I’m gonna go either way, I have to meet Jee-Yun, but I… I hoped you would come with me?”

Tommy is silent for a few seconds, mouth downturned, and Buck can faintly hear Santa Tell Me playing from a tinny set of speakers somewhere among the din of the mall.

“It—it snows there!” He pleads, “Come on, real white Christmas. We can have some spiked cider by the fireplace…” Buck squeezes Tommy’s arm, pulling him closer and kissing his cheek lightly, then his ear. “I know you can get the time off… And you’d have an excuse to miss your dad’s stupid Christmas party with all the businessmen…”

“...Alright,” Tommy caves.

“Yes!” Buck stops them right in the middle of the walkway, kisses Tommy, and pulls back with a smile splitting his face in half. “Thank you!”

Tommy chuckles indulgently and pulls him back in for a deeper kiss. They’re definitely blocking some poor shoppers, but Buck can’t be bothered to care.

Buck doesn’t think that anyone knows this about him—not even Maddie—but he’s always loved Christmas. Back when he was younger, he wanted to live on the Grant-Nash Tree Farm, spent as much time there as he could get away with and waited anxiously for December when he’d get to stand in a lot with Bobby and drink hot chocolate together. The Buckleys hardly celebrated Christmas—Buck and Maddie exchanged presents, and their parents hung a wreath on the door and lit up an artificial tree in the window where neighbors could see, but they never really did the whole Christmas morning thing, so he never got much of an opportunity to really do all of the traditions.

He still hasn’t really done the traditions like most people, but he loves the stupid corny music. He loves the ugly sweaters, and Santa hats, and light shows, and the smell of pine needles and the glitter everywhere and, yes, even the freezing Pennsylvania snow. He loves leaving on the Hallmark channel 24/7 in December, and laughing at the bad acting, and admiring the decorations, and crying a little bit whenever some girl named Holly or Noel or Mary finds love.

And finally, finally, he thinks, maybe he can have a nice Christmas. He’ll have his sister, and his new baby niece, and his boyfriend, and it won’t even matter that his parents don’t give a shit about him. He’ll give Maddie back her old Jeep, and tell her how much she means to him, and shower baby Jee-Yun in toys and kisses, and maybe snuggle up with Tommy by a fire somewhere with some mulled wine and keep each other warm.

Buck isn’t a dumb, troublemaking kid anymore. He’s better now.

Evergreen, Pennsylvania won’t get the best of him.

[antotheclownest]

12 days of AntO the Clownest

On the tenth day of this thing

AntO drew for me

Twelve YouTube someone

Eleven sugary fellas

Ten cold ones

Nine black guys

Eight furry baits

Seven snakes sssssss

Six penguins

Five weird bootleg guys

Four green meanies

Three random deer

Two unstable clowns

And one bastard in a sock

Characters:

1 - AntO the Clownest (Me!!)

2 - Berg Snowter (OC), Migo the Clown (OC)

3 - Noelle Holiday, Elliott, Losyash

4 - Plankton, Grinch, Mammon, Cackletta

5 - Petaly, 7 Grand Dad, Paul, Mimikyu, El Diego

6 - King Dedede, Mario movie penguin king, Gunter, Mr. P, First and Second (OCs)

7 - Sir Pentious, Jockington, Viper, Pythor, Rattly, Histup

8 - Conker, Buff Richard, Rouge the Bat, Ankha, Mewoser, Puss in boots Death, Люр (FolkStudio), Tang Jee Rina (OC)

9 - Hog Rider, Enderman, The collector, Duffy Duck, Black Toad X, Bomb, cut the rope spider, tf2 Demo, Dark Matter

10 - Jojora, Snow Pea, Snow Miser, Mr. Blizzard, Jack Frost, Cool cubed, pizza tower snowman, Snork (OC), Miyakone (OC), Jacques Karrotlin (OC)

11 - Benson, Gummigoo, Baroness von bon bon, Shrek gingerbread man, Leonard, Christmas gnome?, AntaBoom's Тюбик, Peppermint buttler, Gumbob, Candy wife, random Ennukal(newgrounds) candy creature

12 - JF Voice, FolkStudio, Gvain, Lancerhard, Solek, Бэбэй, Deadp47, Cwitchy, Снайкс, meatcanyon, JoelyMoley, Mr. Beast!!!

If I forgor someone then 🥸

[beecauseevan]

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December 2023

"You have the weirdest phobias." 

Behind them, the Americana fountain spews cool water into the mild December night. When Eddie glances at Buck, the golden streetlight has turned his face as warm as his voice. 

"Excuse me?"

"You're not afraid of jinxes or curses," Buck elaborates.

"Because they're not real."

"But you're afraid of Hildy. And," ignoring Eddie's absolutely justified glare, Buck nods at the sight in front of them, at the crowd of fake Christmas elves and bright-eyed children, all waiting for their turn, "you're afraid of Santa. Who's afraid of Santa?"

"I'm not afraid of Santa," Eddie protests. "I just don't get the appeal of the whole mall Santa thing. If Jee wants the newest unicorn dolphin barbie or whatever, she should tell Chim. Not some stranger in a polyester beard."

Unicorn dolphin barbie, Buck mouths. Eddie rolls his eyes and elbows him, and Buck's smile turns into a grin. 

"It's about the magic of Christmas, Eddie," he says, like he's never turned a call from bad to worse by telling a bunch of kids that Santa isn't real. "Just because you threw up on him twice, doesn't mean Santa is your enemy now."

"I can't believe my abuela told you about that," Eddie grumbles. "I had a stomach flu. She always forgets to mention that part. It wasn't about Santa. I was sick."

"Sure," Buck nods. "Sure, Eddie. We all process our childhood trauma in our own ways, I guess."

"How would you know? I bet Dr. Copeland already forgot you exist."

Buck leans forward and away from him, doing a great job of pretending that Eddie never said anything at all. He doesn't stick his fingers in his ears, but it's a close thing. 

"Look at her," he coos, and Eddie forgives him instantly, because that Uncle Buck pride is charming beyond words. In front of them, surrounded by all those children and fake elves, it's Jee's turn to be lifted onto Santa's lap. Unlike Eddie, she's not apprehensive at all—she buries her little hand in Santa's itchy beard and pulls him close to whisper her wishes into his ear. "You know, this is her fifth time this year."

"Sounds like a long wish list."

"Yeah," Buck says dreamily. If it's up to him, Eddie knows, Jee will get everything she asked for and more. 

Silence settles between them, soft like snow, and it's a while before Buck breaks it again.

"Hey, remember when we took Chris here together?"

Of course Eddie remembers. Five years, but it feels like a lifetime. Chris didn't want to come today, but he's not too cool for his Buck yet; they had lunch together earlier, before they picked up Jee, and Chris told Buck all about the new video games his friend Jenny wants for Christmas. Buck listened, intently, like he always does. Jee isn't the only kid in Buck's life who won't be disappointed come Christmas morning. 

"Yeah."

"I never told you this," Buck says, quietly, "but the girl who came over after—she thought we were a couple."

"What?" When Eddie looks at him, Buck is still watching Jee, still smiling. His cheeks look pink, but that could be the Christmas lights twinkling all around them.

"She said—she thought Chris was our kid. She said we had a cute son."

"Huh," Eddie says, because what else is he supposed to say to that? Something blooms in his stomach, small and shy, somehow both new and comfortably familiar. "What did you say?"

"I thanked her." After a moment, Buck turns and meets Eddie's eyes, his own a dark grayish blue, shadowed by his lashes. 

"That's it?" Eddie asks, as the thing in his stomach expands and takes over his chest as well, fluttering like sunlit leaves in a gentle morning breeze. 

"That's it," Buck echoes. 

December 2024

The fountain mist fades away and takes the golden lights with it, the outdoor mall bustle. Eddie isn't sitting on a bench with his best friend by his side. He's in a quiet hospital hallway, and the door in front of him has just opened. 

“You should probably go home at some point,” Hen says, voice calm and quietly strong, just like her hand where it alights on Eddie’s arm.

“I went home this morning,” Eddie tells her.

Hen doesn’t look impressed, but she lets it go. "I have to pick Denny up from school. Maddie texted the group chat. She just picked her parents up from the airport. They’ll probably come in tonight."

Eddie doesn't know if that's supposed to be reassuring, a promise that he doesn't have to be alone with Buck for too long, or if it's a warning. Probably the latter. She knows he doesn’t mind being alone with Buck. 

Hen leaves and Eddie takes his place by Buck's side. He looks just like he did when Eddie left him this morning, but there are flowers on the table next to him now, and get-well-soon cards, and a single drawing. It shows Uncle Buck and Jee-Yun, conveniently labeled with big round letters, standing beside a large red figure with a fluffy white beard. Next to the drawing, propped up against a vase of flowers, someone has left a single white paper snowflake, adorably crooked and slightly squished. Eddie looks up at the ceiling and blinks the tears away before they can fall. 

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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[lives-in-midgard]

🎄Fluffy Winter Event 2024 Masterlist 🎄

To celebrate the Christmas season I decided to take part at the Fluffy Winter Event by the lovely @buck-star 💖

The divider is made by @buck-star

If you would like to check out the stories that I wrote for my Fluffcember special last year you can find the Masterlist here. 💗🎄

Let's enjoy the Christmas season with our favorite characters. Let's decorate the apartment with them, or bake some cookies together, have fun in the snow or maybe just enjoy a cozy day at home.

🎄Marvel Characters:🎄

It's Christmas Time | Bucky Barnes

Prompts: Roommates + Decorating together + “You like them? They are my favorite.”

It's early december, so you and your roommate Bucky decide to start decorating the apartment. What will happen when you find a mistletoe in one of your boxes?

Ice Skating Date Moodboard | Bucky Barnes

Prompts: Ice skating + drinking hot chocolate

My Home | Bucky Barnes

Prompts: snowed in + “Home is not a place, at least not for me. You’re my home.”

After a mission Bucky and you have to stay at a hotel for the night. But when you wake up the next day you're snowed in and maybe can't make it home in time for Christmas.

🎄911 Characters:🎄

Baking And Confessions | Evan Buckley

Prompts: Babysitter + Baking

Buck invites you to come over and help him take care of Jee. You bake some cookies together which leads to a flour fight.

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 79

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Katara had been right. By the end of her first week back in the South, Northern boats appeared on the horizon. But it wasn't just women looking to learn combat bending. There were women escaping arranged marriages, men that wanted to be healers, and mothers helping their children escape the oppression and sexism of the North.

One had brought a letter from Yue, explaining that she had been finding anyone that was starting to question Agna Qel'a and it's leaderships choices, and helping them flee with directions to the South. She had been doing so in secret, ever since her wedding to Hahn.

"We're... gonna need more houses," Sokka said, as they realized that the chances of more arrivals were high.

The rebuilding effort of their village was coming along nicely.

The Wani had been loaded with materials before its departure, which had helped turn their little snow huts into little snow houses. Captain Jee hadn't been able to stay, bringing any of the Fire Nation refugees that wanted to leave back to the Fire Nation. A few had stayed, one man having found a woman that he was quite taken with, while others found the peace of the little village more appealing than the hustle of most Fire Nation cities.

And, of course, there was Rinzo and Taka. The two soldiers hovered and smiled, doing anything that she asked, save for leave her alone for five minutes. She supposed, if they already saw her as their Fire Lady, it would be good practice for when she took the position officially.

For the new benders, they decided to build an all in one school. One side for combat training, the other for healing. It would go where her healers hut had been. They were able to bend the snow into a rough thick shape of what they wanted. Sokka and a few of the more architecturally inclined would go in and smooth out their work to make it look nice.

With the Fire Nation citizens that stayed, and the Northern Tribesmen that joined them, almost the entirety of Wolf Cove had been rebuilt, in a more modern style. They had a longhouse again, next to the bending school. There was currently construction on a larger, more secure storehouse.

If Katara hadn't been there to see construction begin, she likely wouldn't recognize it.

It was at the end of the week that Aang finally arrived on Appa.

"Whoa," Aang said, as he dropped off of Appa and looked around. "This is... I know I only saw it for a minute, but it's way different!"

"With my dad and the warriors home, we need the extra space," Katara said. She shrugged, putting her hands in the sleeves of her red koala-sheep tunic. It was getting tight again. "How's Zuko?"

Immediately, Aang cringed. "He's... Fine. Juggling Azula, foreign affairs proposals, internal issues. He's got his hands full, that's for sure."

Her heart sank. "I wish I was there to help. Did he... decide what to do with Azula?"

Aang nodded. "I took her bending."

The confession was grim, and Katara felt the weight of it as heavily as Aang did. It was a terrible decision to have to make. Azula was only a few months older than Katara, and it was Ozai that really pushed Azula into what she became, but there really wasn't much else they could do. Azula needed help, but she was too dangerous to be given it without a safeguard in place.

There had been no other options.

"Come on," Katara said, redirecting the conversation. People were starting to gather around them. "My dad is in the long house. You have a plan for the peace summit?"

"I do," Aang said, though he didn't seem sure.

Deciding not to press him, especially since she'd be getting answers soon enough anyway, Katara led him into the long house. It was by far the largest building in the tribe, meant to be able to have standing room for every member, and they built it with their soon to be growing population in mind.

"Avatar Aang," her father called, from where he was going over maps of the surrounding area with Sokka.

Her mother looked up from where she was braiding cords nearby, frowning. "Aang? The boy that attacked Zuko?"

Aang sheepishly laughed. "Err... Yeah, sorry. Katara and Sokka had just told me about the war, and I kinda freaked out."

Her mother hummed.

"Whatcha got for us?" Sokka said, before they could get distracted. "Anything from Suki? Did they head back to Kyoshi yet?"

So much for not getting distracted.

"They're still in Caldera City," Aang explained, offhandedly as he reached into his robes to pull out a tightly rolled scroll. "Chief Hakoda, this is for you."

Her father frowned, taking the scroll and breaking an orange wax seal. Katara moved to her fathers side, looking over his shoulder to read, as Sokka did the same on the other side.

It was an invitation, written in a pristine script that Katara recognized as Aang's hand writing.

You are invited to the first ever Four Nations Peace Summit. This summit is meant to bridge the divide of nations, so we can all work together to find lasting peace and balance. The leaders of each nation will be discussing various topics, including but not limited to: assigning ambassadors, trade routes, goals for the coming year. This is planned to be a three day summit, with the opening ceremony happening on the night of the first day of the ninth month, in Ba Sing Se. We are looking forward to seeing you there! - Avatar Aang of the Air Nomands

Katara felt her eye twitch. "Aang..."

"Iroh gave me a few tips when I was drafting it," the young monk said, smiling oh so proudly.

"Why does the summit start the day of the comet?!"

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[diazsdimples]

James!!

May I request some bucktommy + Alfie lore about spending the holidays on the ranch with Grandpa Bobby and (Nana? Grandma? Something else? No title?) Athena please?

Thank youuuuu 🫶

You may certainly request some Alfie lore! My apologies for it being many days late! Athena's name is Nena btw, cause that's how Alfie incorrectly pronounced her name and it just stuck.

Bobby and Athena have everyone over for the night of Christmas Eve - a tradition they started when they moved into the Ranch. Buck and Tommy chose not to stay the night on Alfie's first Christmas because he was only 3 weeks old and would have caused mass disruption.

On his 3rd Christmas, a very freshly 2 year old Alfie goes barrelling into Athena and Bobby's bedroom at 5am and demands they get up and go unwrap presents this very second. A very disgruntled and tired Athena ushers him back to Tommy and Buck's room and gently encourages him to bug his parents until sunrise at the very least.

Bobby takes the kids for a horse ride on Christmas morning (usually just Jee, baby Han #2, and Alfie + baby sister many years later cause the others are surly teenagers and generally asleep till noon). Alfie is very excited the year he can ride a horse all on his own, and definitely gets way too ahead of himself and is almost bucked off, but he hangs in there!

Alfie really loves watching Bobby in the kitchen as he cooks on Christmas Eve. Bobby has a little step stool for him and Alfie helps him bake. He gets 90% of the flour on himself and then jumps on his closest father, covering them in a cloud of flour.

Athena has a little nativity scene set up on the mantlepiece. When he's tall enough to reach it, Alfie really enjoys rearranging the figures. His most favourite thing is to put the donkey and the sheep up by the baby Jesus and pretend they're his parents.

Very very occasionally it snows up on the ranch. Depending on the elevation, they'll drive up to the snow and have a snowball fight. Buck beans Alfie in the face with a snowball one year (by accident, he was aiming for Tommy and got distracted) so after that Alfie has a yearly free pass for one snowball to Buck's face. Buck will never not feel guilty about it

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ᴥ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀 | plug!jet x reader {teaser}

ᴥwarning(s): reader calls jet “jee” , jet calls reader “kid” , drugs , mentions of death/violence , minor ocs

“I don’t like my money being fucked with kid…”

“Jee hush, I’m a little behind on bills right now. You’ll get your last sixty next week sometime.”

New york’s opening year climate had your hands all clammy, wrapping up in various layers of winter clothes somehow couldn’t stop the frigid whoops of air snaking their way to your body. Grip wavering visibly, trying to flip through your wallet of fresh cash and pull out a sum of money just short of sixty dollars to Jee. One thing about him is that he didn’t really like the whole ‘i’ll pay the rest later’ excuse, his policy is you either pay it or go home with nothing. Years of being a dealer had his paranoia constantly on a high most failed to understand.

Yet he found himself remorseful towards you, the both of you knowing each other since grade school, always making your payments on time. It wasn’t like you were the kind to grab and run from him anyway, an excuse this time would be tolerated by his rare patience. As soon as the paper made it into his expectant open palm, he balled it up, and replaced your empty hand with a solid pound of green in a plastic baggie.

“We hotboxing tonight or you going home?”

“Gotta go home, got work tomorrow.”

The discipline of a real job was a foreign idea to Jee, constantly running through streets for as long as he could remember. His longest ever consistent job was selling drugs. Never holding down a real home either, just constantly on the move. He says this business gets demanding like a normal job, seeing the bulge of a loaded pistol tucked into his waistband under his oversized hoodie.

“How Brooklyn been treating you Jee?”

Moving from Pasadena just a week ago had him new to the whole environment that made up the east coast, “Everything up here so damn expensive, but I’m coming from Pasadena, so it ain’t nothing I’m not used to. I hate the cold, but the rest of my group is up here so…”

He never looked at you, staring off into the distance in the park that was gradually collecting snow. Bare hands going a mild red from the dropped temperatures, then being shoved into his hoodie pockets. Kicking an accumulating pile of snow out of sheepishness during the silence between words, you decided to say something since you wanted to talk before heading off back home.

“I’m sorry about what happened to Chico…have you been at least doing well after his funeral?”

Jee said nothing for a long moment, face going unreadable and eyebrows hunching slightly together as he was seemingly thinking. Maybe bringing up a sensitive subject like that wasn’t the best social move you could’ve made, but that was your friend, and Chico happened to be his best friend as well. They were like brothers as close as they were, only to lose the man in a gunfight back when he was in Cali.

“…it’s been cool, you know. Things ain’t been ideal but shit happens, that’s life.”

As nonchalant about it as he wanted to be, you could sense his grief through his numb attitude. Eyebrows relaxing and his vision jolted to the ground, a moment before hearing the ding of his phone which softened the solemn energy around you two. Fishing the device out of his pocket, he checked the notification from some other buyer ready to purchase their products from him.

“Alright kid, see you around, don’t forget my damn sixty. I’ll blow your head off if you do.” Jee playfully hit your arm, a gesture native to the friendly relationship you two had for years now. Smacking the back of his head and laughing before you two parted off, returning to the very different lives the both of you lived.

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I haven't really posted fanfics or written stuff on this account yet, but after the past few days, and then seeing this picture, I just needed the catharsis, so yeah... This is my first imagine/fanfic whatever you want to call it on the account ... (Also, it's not really edited, sorry)

“Cupcakes! Cupcakes! Cupcakes!” Jee exclaimed happily as she sat on the countertop, looking at Buck gathering all the ingredients and baking tools.

Buck chuckled at the little girl’s innocent enthusiasm. It was a little refreshing after drowning in the whirlwind of emotions. Maddie was right, maybe hanging out with Jee could help him feel better. “Okay then, what colors do want the frostings to be?” he asked.

“Umm… pink for me, Green for Dada, yellow for Mama,” Jee listed as she counted the people on her small fingers, “Blue for you and red for Uncle Tommy,” she stated innocently.

Buck stopped right in track as the bag of flour fell from his hand and landed on the counter, the white powder spilling everywhere like snow. The lump he had become all too familiar with in the past four days returning in throats, his eyes starting to sting again.

“Uncle Buck?” Jee asked in confusion. “You spilled the flour,” she pointed out innocently at the white powder, it’s dust still flying into the air staining Buck’s grey hoodie.

Buck snapped out of his trance, “Uh, uh, sorry,” he said quickly, scrambling to find a way to clean the mess. “Sorry, I…,” he said, his voice starting to crack.

“Uncle Buck, are you okay?” Jee asked as she saw Buck began to shake a little, his breathing trembling as he tried to shove back his sobs and tears.

“I… I…,” Buck tried to find the words but failed as the first sob hit. He steadied himself with his hands against the counter as the tears and sobs came pouring out.

“Uncle Buck?” Jee asked in confusion as she moved a little closer to him, placing her small hand on his arm.

“I miss him,” Buck admitted with a choked voice as he felt his heart twist and ache in his chest.

Jee didn’t know what to do. Then she remembered how her mother would hug her when she would cry, so she moved closer to Buck and wrapped her arms around him as he cried.  

[thatmexisaurusrex]

If you're still doing 1-2 word Bucktommy prompts, how about blizzard conditions 🙂

Hey! Sorry it took a bit of time to get to this. I'm on and off overwhelmed by asks 😅 I love them and I love writing ficlets and microfics and answering questions and thanking folks for kind words, but at the same time, I get a little overwhelmed sometimes. Great prompt! I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Blizzard Conditions

Tommy had never been on the East Coast before. He hadn't really been north of San Fran. So, going along with Maddie, Evan, Chimney, and Jee-Yun to visit some old friends of theirs in the New England area had been a bit of an adventure, to say the least.

Well.

An adventure he enjoyed until he and Evan found themselves on a snow-covered road.

"Shit. The car really isn't moving anymore," said Evan as he tried a fourth time to drive with no real results.

"9-1-1 did say they were sending someone," offered Tommy.

Evan sighed as he slumped back into his seat.

"This really isn't going the way I wanted it to go."

"Oh, you hadn't visited specifically for the blizzard conditions?"

Evan snorted.

"I visited specifically for them," said Evan sarcastically.

"It's really not that big of a deal," Tommy said, but Evan didn't look all that convinced.

"This weekend. It was supposed to be - I don't know. Perusing Newbury Street. Taking goofy historical walking tours around Boston. Not blizzard conditions. Not getting stuck in the snow after turning around from trying to head to Salem. We didn't even get to Salem."

Tommy wrapped his arms around Evan, pulling him close.

"I'm going to tell you something I didn't know before we came," whispered Tommy into Evan's hair, "I hate the fucking snow."

Evan.

Let out a laugh.

"What?"

"I hate the fucking snow. I hate the snow. I hate how cold it is. I don't like how it keeps fucking up every wonderful plan you try to enact. I hate how you just look so sad when the snow ruins another thing. I hate it. If I could punch it in the face, I would."

Evan.

Evan just kept laughing.

"You don't need to hate the snow on my behalf," wheezed Evan.

"Too bad. I hated it already," laughed Tommy, "This has just solidified my hatred. I'm going to be the Kendrick Lamar of hating snow."

"Not the Kendrick Lamar of hating snow," laughed Evan.

Just.

Just grinning.

And looking at Tommy.

And.

"Next time, less snow. Okay?" said Evan, as if he could promise that.

"Yeah. We'll come in the summer or something," said Tommy as he gave Evan a peck on the lips.

Which.

Turned into more.

Maybe a little more than more.

Until.

They sprang away from each other at the sound of tapping on the car window.

"9-1-1 first responders!" called someone from outside, "Heard you might need some help?"

And.

Okay.

They could continue that later.

"Yes, we do!" called Evan, and Tommy snorted at how Evan had to clear his throat.