#911show

Bobby and Athena's backyard is all decorated for your birthday because of course they insisted on celebrating you. There's a table piled high with presents and everyone who you could ever care about is there, all sitting at the table, passing around a bowl filled with your favorite dish. Even though they all knew Buck first, they've all welcomed you into the group no problem and now consider you one of their own.

Buck is to your left, the two of you giggling to each other, in your own world as usual. and no one seems to be bothered by it either. They all just exchange knowing glances with each other, hoping this will be the night where the two of you finally realize that you're in love with each other.

He's dangerously close, whispering things into your ear and being able to smell his cologne is making you dizzy, wanting to curl yourself into him and be wrapped up in his arms for the rest of the night.

He thinks you look beautiful (well, he always thinks that) he wonders what you'd do if he tried to kiss you. He wants to so badly, but he doesn't exactly want to do so with all of his closer friends present.

"Should we do gifts or cake next?" Bobby asks, pulling you out of your little world. Your head snaps in his direction, wanting to give him his full attention.

"Gifts," Buck replies and everyone laughs in response.

"Buck, maybe you should let y/n decide," Athena tells him, taking on her motherly role and you wave it off.

"Gifts is fine," you nod. It was what you were going to choose anyway and considering that Buck was so quick to answer, you just know that whatever he got you is going to be good.

Gift giving is Buck's specialty. every year, he's somehow managed to top the previous one. He knows you so well and somehow is always able to get you things you didn't even know you wanted. He always puts so much thought and love into each one the only way he knows how.

"And you're going to open his first which is going to make all of us look bad in comparison," Eddie pipes up from the right of you with a roll of his eyes and everyone nods in agreement. Buck doesn't even know what everyone else got you, but what he does know is that his gift is superior. Which is why he tells you to open his last, so you do.

It's an envelope that has your name scrawled across the front in his familiar handwriting. You open it and there's a card that just has a generic "happy birthday" written on the front. Inside the card, however, he's written a lengthy letter that takes up both sides of the card accompanied by a folded up piece of paper that have a photo of your favorite band and the name of the tour they're going on this summer. He got you concert tickets.

As soon as you realize what it is, you throw yourself into his arms and he's quick to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you bury your faces into each other's shoulders. Once you pull away, you still stay there, staring at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

"I thought maybe it could be a date?" He asks and you smiled widely, the both of you tossing your insecurities aside and deciding to just go for it. This isn't something you can avoid any longer, the feelings too palpable now to ignore.