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[blakegallo]

@911giftexchange​ for @oneawkwardcookie ↳ [ insp ]

[usersiren]

BUDDIE + MADE IN THE A.M. a gift for @hattalove

[raypakorn]

You always hand over the good things first; here is my laughter, here is my confidence, here is the part of me I think is cute and worth loving. Eventually you close your eyes and hold out something heavy - here is the thing you might leave me for. If you’re lucky, they pick it up easily. If you’re lucky, they’ll let you hold theirs too. – Rebeka Anne, the good and the difficult

for @maybe-theres-hope for the @911giftexchange, have a happy holidays Brooke!

[thebestbooksaround]

A @911giftexchange gift for @megslovesbooks. Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy this Eddie-centric photoset :).

[dawntainbobbynash]

@911giftexchange present for @alexandrablake!

[alexandrablake]

wherever you are, i’m almost there

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Buck makes a small noise. “Have you tried kissing someone?”

Eddie’s head snaps towards him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“True love’s kiss. It works in, like, all the Disney movies.” He pauses. “And the Hallmark ones.”

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t think of anyone other than Buck he would kiss, and he can’t imagine that would go over well. 

“I can help… if you want.”

or eddie gets stuck in the strangest time loop he has ever heard of

don’t even ask me what this fic is. i do not know what it is other than it is an extremely late @911giftexchange for @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid. it certainly is. something so i hope you enjoy! this was also inspired by this incredible fic by @hmslusitania so please go read that!

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Eddie wasn't having any of this. None of...whatever this is.

This, of course, being Hen's insistence on having their holiday party directly after their Christmas Eve shift so they all got to see midnight together. Christopher was having fun and was incredibly overjoyed at the chance to stay up past his bedtime, but Eddie was too tired to properly enjoy the party.

It was fun to watch the rest of his team and their families be merry from his spot on the couch, nursing some sort of drink that Karen had pressed into his hand with a grin and desperately trying to keep his eyes from closing.

Maybe waiting until the night before to wrap all of Christopher’s presents wasn’t the best idea. It had him staying up late before a very early shift.

Buck sits on the seat next to Eddie, the couch dipping with the extra weight.

“You okay?” Buck asks, almost a whisper.

Eddie nods and replies at the same volume, “I wrapped all of Chris’ gifts last night and that took forever, so I didn’t really get a lot of sleep.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t do all your gift wrapping so last minute,” Buck offers the sound advice that Eddie had been pondering himself, and Eddie would really truly consider it if there weren’t… outside factors.

“It’s mainly that I don’t know how to wrap. I’m really bad at it, which I know you know because you make fun of me for it all the time.”

Buck laughs gently. “Yeah, you are really bad.”

“You know, normally that’s the point in the conversation where the other person says ‘oh, you aren’t that bad!’ or something.”

Buck laughs again. “Do you need me to validate your poor wrapping skills?” And maybe Eddie feels a little bit like a toddler when he nods, but he was too tired to care. “Aww, it’s okay. You’ll get better one day.”

Eddie shuts his eyes and hides them in the crook of his elbow, trying to block out any of the light. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

He looks over at Buck and the Christmas hat he is wearing and the only thought that comes to mind is pretty. Buck was always pretty, but mixed with Eddie’s exhaustion and the holiday atmosphere, Eddie was really seeing it right then.

It takes a great amount of effort, but he moves his head from the back of the couch to Buck’s shoulder, allowing himself one deep breath in. Buck smelled like sandalwood and promises.

“You should wear Christmas hats more often,” he mumbles into Buck’s shirt as his eyes shutter again, only slightly aware of the words coming out of his mouth.

Buck’s breath hitches beneath Eddie’s forehead. “Why’s that?” Buck asks, voice low.

“Just ‘cause.”

He isn’t sure how long Buck sits next to him in silence or how long he is able to keep himself awake, but it can’t be long because there’s a voice murmuring in his ear about laying down and then he’s horizontal and then he’s really out for good.

Christopher was going to flame him for falling asleep so early.

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An alarm was blaring somewhere around Eddie’s left ear, and it took everything in him to muster the willpower to swing his arm out from under his pillow to shut the alarm off. He must have forgotten to turn his alarm off yesterday, but the bright date glaring at him from his phone screen told an entirely different story.

December 24th. It was Christmas Eve morning again.

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[hotshotsxyz]

trace this line back

buddie (1k) (t) (read it on ao3)

Happy @911giftexchange to @b99tgplhtgawmf1sh!! So, fun story with this one. I originally wrote a completely different fic for you, but it ended up turning out kind of sad, which just really didn't feel like the right move for this exchange. Thus, the below was born! Incidentally, I'll still be positing the other fic later today, so if you want to read it and think of it as a second gift, feel free! Anyway, I really hope you like this, and hope you have a wonderful new year!

Secret relationships, Buck has realized, are really fucking hot.

Which is inconvenient, considering who, exactly, he and Eddie are hiding from. Because touching Eddie is addictive, and even though he’s less than two feet away, Buck can’t reach out. It’s maddening.

His only solace is that clearly, Eddie thinks so too.

Despite their agreed upon no funny business at work rule, Eddie’s brushed up against him no fewer than fifteen times this morning, and yes, Buck’s counting.

At any rate, it’s not altogether surprising when, after returning from their third call of the day, Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and, as subtle as he can, pulls him into a supply closet.

“Hi,” Buck says, laughing breathlessly.

“Hi yourself,” Eddie replies, light but with an undercurrent of tension.

“I thought we said we weren’t doing this at work,” Buck grins, biting his lip. His fingers twist in the material of Eddie’s shirt and pull.

“Doing what?” Eddie says, undoing the button closest to Buck’s collar. “I’m just… making sure you weren’t injured on that last call.”

“Mm,” Buck says, slipping his hands beneath Eddie’s shirt to feel his warm skin. “That elevator rescue was pretty dangerous.”

Eddie pops another button. “Need to make sure that harness didn’t cause any bruising.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Buck murmurs. He leans forward and nuzzles at the bolt of Eddie’s jaw. He wants to bite, but if he’s going to leave a mark it can’t be visible.

The last of his buttons goes, and suddenly Eddie’s hands are all over him, sliding across his chest and down his sides. Eddie leans into him, mouthing over a bruise on his collarbone that’s decidedly not from firefighting. Buck pulls Eddie flush against him and–

The door opens.

Fuck.

“I, uh… I can explain?” Buck says pasting on the most winning smile he can manage.

Bobby sighs, and yeah, fair, because the explanation is pretty obvious. Buck’s shirt is open and Eddie is pressed against him, face tucked into Buck’s neck, and Buck knows enough (read: too much) about Bobby’s sex life to know that he knows exactly what’s happening here.

“Please don’t,” Bobby says, looking towards the ceiling. “Both of you, my office, ten minutes.”

The door closes and Buck sags against the wall.

“Tell me that didn’t just happen,” Eddie groans, the words muffled against Buck’s collarbone.

Buck huffs a nervous laugh. “Wish I could,” he says. He presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s temple.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, “This is my fault, I-”

“Stop,” Buck says, squeezing Eddie’s waist. “They were going to find out eventually.”

Eddie pulls back, face flaming red. It’s a color Buck’s never seen on him before, and under any other circumstance, he’s pretty sure he’d like it. “Not like this!” he hisses.

“It’s going to be okay,” Buck says. And it will, probably. He thinks. Hopes.

“What if they separate us?” Eddie asks, biting his lip.

Buck takes Eddie’s jaw gently in his hands. “Then we fight,” he says, surprised by the conviction in his own voice. “We go to the union, or– or to the chief himself, I don’t care. It’s my job to have your back, no one’s taking that away from us.”

Eddie swallows and nods. “I really love you, you know that?” he says, looking Buck in the eye and smiling.

Buck feels his own smile grow in return. “I really love you, too.”

“Come on,” Eddie sighs, quickly re-buttoning Buck’s shirt. “Time to face the music.”

///

They emerge from the closet, not bothering to hide that they were in there together. If the rest of the station doesn’t already know, they will soon. Each step towards Bobby’s office feels like a step towards their execution. And yeah, Buck meant it when he said they’d fight. But he really, really doesn’t want to. He and Bobby have been on opposing sides before, and he doesn’t like it.

As if sensing his train of thought, Eddie grabs his hand and squeezes.

Whatever happens, this time he’s got Eddie. Buck takes a breath and steels himself. He opens the door and they step into Bobby’s office together.

“Sit down,” Bobby says, indicating the two chairs in front of his desk.

Nervousness vibrates through Buck’s body, but he does what he’s told. Eddie sits as well, maintaining his hold on Buck’s hand.

“Before you say anything–” Eddie starts. His posture is ramrod straight, a surefire way to tell he’s nervous.

Bobby holds up a hand. “No, you two are going to listen to me.”

Buck bites his lip and casts a nervous glance at Eddie.

“As your friend,” Bobby says, a little fondness leaking into his tone, “I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

A little tension bleeds from Buck’s shoulders.

“As your boss, though, you should have told me. I need to know, when we’re in the field, that you’re both still capable of being professional. How long has this been going on?”

“A month,” Eddie answers truthfully.

Bobby sighs again. “You both have a lot of paperwork to sign,” he says.

“Wait,” Buck says, leaning forward. “You’re not– we’re not being separated?”

Bobby’s expression changes into something amused. “You’re aware that Katy and Jack on B shift are engaged, no?”

Eddie’s mouth drops open.

“I– no!” Buck splutters. “Are you telling me we could have been making out in the station this entire time?” Eddie kicks him under the desk

Bobby’s eyes widen and he rapidly shakes his head. “Absolutely not, Buck,” he says firmly, using what Buck likes to think of as his dad-voice.

“Right, no, of course not,” Buck says sheepishly. “But–”

“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, I won’t reassign either of you.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, a little tremulously.

“Now get out of here,” Bobby says, and yeah, his voice is definitely fond now. “I’ll have the paperwork ready for you at the end of your shift.”

Buck stands, pulling Eddie up with him. “Thanks, Bobby,” he says earnestly, turning to leave.

“Oh, and by the way,” Bobby says, as they reach the door, “Athena and I will be expecting you both for dinner very soon.”

Buck grins and Eddie nods. “You got it, Cap,” they say in unison.

[sunshineacd]

We’ll heal and the sun will rise

Four months after breaking up, TK and Carlos run into one another and it is revealed that Carlos hadn't told his family that they had gone their separate ways. Now invited to Christmas, TK and Carlos make a deal to pretend that they are still dating for the sake of Christmas not being ruined. But the two of them discover that maybe the spark between them may not be completely lost.

Or Another Hallmark Christmas AU.

For @iboatedhere for @911giftexchange! Happy Holidays, Rae. I really hope you enjoy this. 💛🎄

A very special thank you to @pragmaticoptimist34 for reading things over and being an absolutely wonderful support through all of my breakdowns. 

[15k words]

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“You’re late.”

TK is barely able to push the door of the studio open, his one hand holding a tray with two coffees on it and a bag of pastries, his other hand holding onto his camera bag. As he steps through the door, allowing it to close behind him, he turns to throw a glare in the direction of Paul.

TK walks to his own desk, setting everything down on the top before he plucks one of the holiday decorated to-go cups from the tray and grabs one of the pastries out of the bag. “You sent me to get coffee, remember? This is entirely your fault.”

Paul chuckles, taking both of the items from TK and setting them down on his desk. “That’s because I am nothing without my morning coffee. It’s okay, Mrs. Vega isn’t even here yet for the meeting. You didn’t forget about that, did you? Because I sent you four reminders.”

“Of course I didn’t forget.”

It hadn’t been a lie, his entire being had been taken over with nervous energy of meeting with Tommy Vega. She has been one of the best magazine editors in Austin for years now and she was giving TK and Paul a chance of having a Christmas themed spread in one of her magazines. It was huge and he’s not sure he was ready for it. Paul, of course, had convinced him multiple times that he was good enough and that Tommy would be lucky to have his work in her magazine.

Paul must notice his silence and he clears his throat, effectively grabbing TK’s attention. “You’ve got this, alright? Don’t think about anything else except getting that spread. You take good photos, TK.”

TK raises an eyebrow. “Only good?”

Paul rolls his eyes and proceeds to throw a balled up piece of paper at TK. “Quit being an ass.”

“Um, hello?”

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