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buckactuallys · 11 months

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hiiiii, from the soft prompts how do you feel about absent mindedly fixing the others' clothes?? i feel like it's already sooo buddie coded

i feel VERY good about it, thank you for the prompt!! i hope you like this 🩷

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Maddie and Chimney’s patio is lit by strings of fairy lights and candles on the high tables they’ve placed everywhere they would fit. Everyone they love is still there, talking and laughing and dancing in the tiny space they’ve cleared to serve as a dance floor.

The main couple of the day are there as well, swaying in the middle of it like they’ve forgotten the rest of the world around them. Judging from the fact that they’re slow dancing regardless of what’s playing on the speaker from the carefully curated playlist, they probably have.

Buck looks at his sister's face, the happiness she radiates, and sighs wistfully. This is everything he’s ever wanted for her. The fact that she gets this happiness with Chimney, who was kind of like a brother for Buck before he even met Maddie, is only a bonus.

He smiles down at Jee, asleep in his arms, and whispers, “This is pretty good, huh?”

She doesn’t reply, obviously, but a moment later, a glass of water is placed on the table in front of him.

“Thought you could use this after all that dancing,” Eddie says, and Buck smiles at him.

“Thanks, yeah. Had to tire this one out.” He points his chin down towards Jee, careful not to jostle her.

“Looks like it worked,” Eddie grins. “Do you want me to take her so you can drink something?”

Buck loves his niece, but she’s almost three years old and her sleep-heavy little body is starting to put a strain on his arms, so he nods gratefully. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

They have to step close to transfer the sleeping toddler from Buck’s arms to Eddie’s, and when they’ve managed it, Buck kind of forgets to step back.

Eddie is always beautiful, but tonight – he’s fucking breathtaking. He’s lost his jacket somewhere along the way and his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and unbuttoned far enough for Buck to get a good look at his collarbones and the smattering of chest hair below. The crisp white of his open collar stands out against his skin and Buck stares, enraptured.

It’s crooked on one side, folded up in what Buck assumes is a look Eddie wasn’t going for, and he reaches out to fix it without thinking.

His fingers brush Eddie’s throat and he feels the sharp inhale there, freezing when he realizes what he’s doing. His eyes flick up and their gazes catch, and hold.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, and it breaks the spell.

Buck drops his hand, takes a step back, and clears his throat. “Sure.”

He downs the glass of water Eddie brought him in one go, feeling Eddie’s eyes on him the whole time. He’s not sure what just happened – he really didn’t think he drank that much, but he guesses his brain simply turning off around Eddie was bound to happen eventually. He’s kind of surprised it took this long, several weeks since he realized that he’s head over heels in love with his best friend, and probably has been for years.

And well, tonight, Eddie looks beautiful and happy and bright, and he’s holding a baby (a baby Buck loves!), so is his brain really to blame?

“Hey,” Eddie says, and Buck turns to look at him, because he always wants to be looking at him. Eddie smiles, but there’s a little edge to it – nerves? “I heard the Lees are taking Jee tonight. Once we’ve both got our arms free again, do you wanna dance?”

Buck loves him and loves him and loves him.

“Yes,” he manages to get out. “I’d love that.”

Eddie’s smile grows, but some of the nervousness stays, sticking to the corners of it. Buck wants to reach out and smooth it away, but he’s not sure he’s allowed.

“I’ve been wanting to ask all night,” Eddie admits quietly, and Buck bites down on his undoubtedly giddy grin.

“Yeah?” he asks, just as quietly. “I would’ve said yes at any point.”

Buck’s heart is in his throat and he watches Eddie’s smile transform into a new one, slightly different from all the ones Buck already knows. It’s a good one, though, definitely good. He smiles back helplessly.

“Cool,” Eddie says, and it’s so dorky that Buck is tempted to ignore everyone around them, including his sleeping niece in Eddie’s arms, to get his mouth on Eddie. At this point, he’s pretty sure it would be welcomed.

Thankfully for everyone else, Mrs Lee picks that moment to step up to them to get Jee from Eddie. It puts some space between Buck and Eddie and gives Buck a second to catch his breath, even though watching Eddie gently hand Jee over should officially be considered a form of torture too.

“We didn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds,” Mrs Lee says with an indulgent smile towards where Maddie and Chim are still swaying. “This was the plan all along but if they ask, can you tell them we took Jee-Yun home with us?”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck promises. “Thanks, Mrs Lee.”

“Buck,” she says in that gently stern voice of hers. “We’re family now. It’s Anne.”

Buck laughs. “Okay, thank you, Anne. And good night.”

“To you too,” she says with a smile at them both, and then Buck and Eddie are alone again.

Immediately, Buck is right back where he was, heart racing and fingers itching to touch Eddie.

“So,” he starts, drawn-out, and Eddie steps closer to him.

“So,” he echoes, and smoothes out a nonexistent wrinkle in Buck’s shirt with the flat of his hand, right over his thundering heart. He’s still smiling that smile, like he’s keeping a secret, the good kind. “Wanna dance?”

Buck shakes his head. “Hold that thought. But first – come with me?”

Eddie looks confused, but not worried when he nods. It makes Buck feel giddy, knowing that they both trust this.

He leads them away from the patio and grabs Eddie’s hand as soon as they’re out of sight. Eddie tangles their fingers and squeezes, following Buck to the dark front porch.

There, he stops and turns to look at Eddie. There’s enough light spilling out through the windows and from the street light to see the smile on his face, his beautiful glittering eyes.

Buck takes a deep breath. “I didn’t wanna steal Maddie and Chim’s thunder, but I really, really want to kiss y—“

Eddie’s grabbed him by the lapels to pull him in, but the second Buck starts kissing back, he loosens his grip and slides his hands up Buck’s neck to cup his jaw tenderly.

Buck shivers with it and pulls Eddie closer by the waist, their entire bodies pressed together.

“I love you,” Eddie says against his lips, barely pulling away. “Buck. I love you.”

“I love you,” Buck says back, and his smile is making it difficult to keep kissing, but at least Eddie’s is the same.

“You still wanna dance with me?” he asks.

“Yes,” Buck says decisively. “Not sure how well I can hold back so we don’t immediately spill the beans, but I really want to.”

“We can do it,” Eddie promises, but they get lost in their kisses again first. He’s laughing when he puts some space between them. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the party, we can continue this at home. And then we’ll tell everyone in a few days.”

Buck nods, reeling him in for one last kiss. “I like the sound of that.”

#buddie #911fic #911 #pia writes #maddie when they tell everyone: yeah you really aren’t as subtle as you think #we all knew it happened at our wedding. thanks for trying though #chimney: also #we have a security camera on the front porch #ask #zahlibeth

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sunshinediaz · 8 months

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#bucks lips are the same color as his birthmark and cockhead PFFFFFT you have never said anything more true or more brave. it's all i can think with that gifset of Buck in that pink sweater honestly. pretty in pink indeed 👀

he’s pretty and pink and god. god i might have to do something with this because i have a LOT of thoughts and they’re all rated porn!!

#zahlibeth #i’m actually. something about eddie being a little obsessed with that color? gOD #talk

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leothil · 2 months

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hello! for the 911 ask game, will you tell me 2, 13 and 30? 🚒

I absolutely will, thank you! 💛

2. Two characters you wish would interact more

Hello give me Maddie Eddie bestieism NOW! They have so many similar life experiences they could talk about with someone who actually gets it.

13. Worst part of fanon

Putting aside things like uwu Buck and angry Eddie, I feel like there's been a recent (past year or so) rise in people talking about Athena as Buck's mother figure, and that's... simply not true. They share a mutual respect for each other, and I'm sure Athena still thinks of him as a kid sometimes (in the sense that people who are a bit older will see people in their twenties as kids), but they don't have a parent-child relationship at all. Just because Bobby and Buck do doesn't mean Athena is automatically folded into it.

30. What do you wish you saw more of in fics?

I answered that here!

9-1-1 themed asks! 🚒

#ask games #zahlibeth

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henwilsonmd · 8 months

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there's a third one scheduled, whatcha gonna do then?! come out of the walls I'll make cake!!

Your edit thoooo, the scene blending, the layering of voice and lyrics, the subtitles, everything is just!! So fucking good. That first "what if it hurts" over the Diaz turnout killed me honestly 😭😭😭

brooooooo u are too kind!!!!! genuinely i think I’ll never top this edit tbh something possessed me the buddie brainworms started controlling me ratatouille style

#answered #zahlibeth

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reaja · 11 months

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apparently some people only have polls in response to asks?? so here's an ask if you haven't tried that yet <3

#answered #zahlibeth #polls #INTERESTING #what a fun and interesting way to add features to a website :D

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shitouttabuck · 11 months

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shows up late to the sleepover but i brought hot chocolate!!

what is your most embarrassing celebrity crush/obsession? are you a fruit dessert or a chocolate dessert or a cheese & crackers sort of person? if you could go anywhere in the world right meow where would you go?

HIYA we’ll chuck that hot choc right into the freezer because it is uh 40°C in my house right now !

this is such a good question and i’ve been wracking my brain but apparently i don’t get as many celeb crushes as i thought??? that are embarrassing at least! the worst i can think of was deep in the star wars trenches in 2018 when i was down so bad about oscar isaac i tweeted this publicly for my irl friends to see and one of the traitors screenshot it:

CHOCOLATE DESSERT im very easily pleased by dessert!!! will not say no to cheese and crackers though. i’m a terrible vegetarian unless it’s summer and too hot to eat anything else (see: right now) i have to bully myself into eating fruit

i would probably go back to the uk lol my visa got revoked after dropping out of uni last year and i miss my queer little family so bad :( this is the time of year we’d do summer road trips :’) just wanna splash in a lake with my friends!

#thank u for sending qs pal 💕💕💕#zahlibeth #ask game

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messyhairdiaz · 16 days

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for the book asks! 3, 31 and 37 📚🐛

3. Favorite fantasy sub-genre(s). (high fantasy, urban fantasy, portal fantasy etc.)

Hmmm it bounces around but I think I would say right now it’s high fantasy

31. Do you mostly read through e-reader; reading app on phone; on your laptop; a physical copy; or by audiobook?

I would say physical copy is probably what I read the most, but I read a fair amount of ebooks and when I do it’s on my iPad.

37. Your absolute most favorite character(s) from any book you’ve ever read.

Jade Daniels from Stephen Graham Jones’ The Lakewitch Trilogy, hands down.

Send me book worm asks!

#asks #zahlibeth #thank you!

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capseycartwright · 11 months

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sleepover time!!

what's the most ridiculous impulse purchase you've made?

you have free reign - what do you put on your perfect ice cream sundae? flavour, sauce, fruit, sprinkles etc

oooh that’s a good one, i think it’s got to be the time i impulse bought a pair of doc martens because my first pair were so comfy i just. walked into the shop and was like. i need these.

potentially controversial but i’m not a big ice cream girlie! i like a sorbet in the summer time but i wouldn’t ever go for an ice cream sundae - i don’t like chocolatey ice creams. that being said i have a bougie ice cream place near me and they do a mascarpone ice cream that’s life changing

send me a sleepover ask

#in which i ramble #asks #zahlibeth

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mattoidmeerkat · 7 months

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Double bingo! (Goodbye Season 3, hello Season 4!)

#911 #911hiatus #911 bingo #3x18 #favorite location: Vista Hermosa Park with the beautiful view of DTLA and without any kind of resolution for Buck or me #And yes Zahlibeth parts of the train were on fire so it counts! :P

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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ooh, from the valentine's prompts, I'd love to see what you do with "post-it-notes" if it sparks something <3

when buck’s eyes flutter open, the bed beside him is empty. warmth still lingers on the sheets, so he knows eddie can’t have gotten up too long ago.

he rolls over to check the time on the alarm clock on their bedside table, and finds a pale pink post-it note stuck to its face.

good morning, the note reads, in eddie’s tidy scrawl. you’re cute when you sleep.

buck smiles, slow like syrup, the force of it dispelling the last gasps of sleep that still cling to him. he gets to his feet and stretches like a cat reaching for the sun, and pads to the wardrobe to find another post-it stuck to a worn green hoodie.

i love this one on you, it says. it really brings out your eyes.

it’s also the softest item of clothing buck owns, and buck knows for a fact eddie likes the way it feels against his skin. but he’ll take the compliment.

he heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and finds a post-it note stuck to the mirror.

you see me, eddie’s written. all of me. i see you, too, and i love you. because and despite.

buck nearly tears up, then, but he swipes at his face and tells himself it’s only spray from the tap.

he makes his way to the kitchen, collecting post-it notes from the hallway on his way.

by christopher’s door: you’re such a good dad to him. he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

by the hallway bookshelf: i love it when you tell me things you’re learning about. what are we learning about next?

next to the kitchen door, right before he steps in: cooking together with you is the first time i ever understood what they mean when they say home can be a person.

he collects them all, tucking them into the pocket of his sweatpants to save for later. when he steps into the kitchen, eddie turns from the stove to look at him with an expression buck’s gotten used to seeing, but still can’t quite believe he gets to see.

“happy valentine’s day, baby,” eddie says.

buck crosses to the kitchen table and grabs the pile of post-its and a sharpie, and scrawls something on the topmost note. he peels it off and sticks it to his forehead, and when he turns back, eddie bursts out laughing.

kiss me, the note on his forehead says, and eddie is quick to step closer and oblige.

“happy valentine’s day,” buck murmurs against eddie’s lips as eddie folds himself against him.

“i’m keeping this post-it,” eddie mumbles some time later, pocketing the note that says kiss me. “i feel like it’ll come in useful.”

“just don’t bring it to work,” buck says.

“why?” eddie asks, nudging him with a gentle elbow. “embarrassed?”

“nah,” buck says with an easy grin. “i just don’t want anyone else trying to follow the instructions. you’re mine.”

#911fic #buddie fic #buddie #ask emma #emma writes #zahlibeth

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try-set-me-on-fire · 6 months

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Bed hair for the soft prompts if it inspires :3

@zahlibeth also asked for this one! On ao3 here!

It's easy to rely on habit in times of crisis. It’s been a long while since Athena has been put on security detail but her body still sinks into it, easy. Think of a grocery list, or a mediocre book you read, or try to remember all the rules of Risk — something to keep you from inattentive boredom, but not something so engaging you’ll be distracted. Feet a little apart, legs stiff but not locked, settle into your own bones because you’ll be here awhile.

It’s wrong, though, because if she were actually working she’d be in uniform, and she’d be by the door facing out instead of across the hall looking in, and she’d never be assigned to this room. She isn’t a doctor, there aren’t any hard and fast rules about family members, but any captain worth a damn would bench her for being too close to the situation to keep a clear head.

In the room, Eddie Diaz sets a plastic grocery store bag down on Evan Buckley’s bed. Buck shifts his thigh just a little to make room for it, gazing up at his friend with a smile that Athena can’t quite manage to look at without hurting. Every smile on that boy’s face since he woke up has hurt, for reasons Athena can’t quite explain to herself. Bobby has been shaking with relief, giddy with it, grinning down at the kid in awe whenever he’s in the room. Maybe that’s it; while Buck was unconscious she was needed as a rock, she had to be the solid foundation everyone could build themselves around. It’s okay now. Buck is awake — alive — and still sore, still not well, but he’s going to be okay. They can all relax. But here she is, standing guard, because everyone is alright and she can take her turn giving into paranoia and catastrophe.

She doesn’t think that’s quite it, though. It’s… she’s having trouble with the timeline. The facts of the case don’t feel like they’re adding up right, though she knows they’re true. Sunday afternoon: Evan Buckley was at the home of Robert Nash and Athena Grant. He was there for lunch. He sat at the kitchen table and he laughed, and he smiled. Monday night: Evan Buckley, in the regular course of his job, climbed a ladder to aid in putting out a fire in an apartment building. He was struck by lightning, and he died. Bobby, the one time she convinced him to come home and sleep in a bed, wept that he had again held the body of his son. Thursday morning: After four days in a coma fighting organ failure and other yet unknown effects of being hit by 300 million volts of electricity, Evan Buckley woke up. He woke up. He laughed with his father, with the rest of his family. He smiled, bright as he always has.

He smiled, he died, he’s smiling again. That’s what happened, indisputable, but each part of it feels wrong, feels tainted by the central event. How could he have smiled so happily on Sunday, when that was going to happen the next day? How can he smile so happily now that it has? He was in her house. She shouldn’t have let him leave.

“Alright,” Eddie says, pulling wet wipes, a spray bottle, various other things out of the bag. “I’m not gonna lie to you; after a few days of this your hair is going to feel as disgusting as it does now just in new and exciting ways, but hopefully by then you’ll be home. Or- at least they’ll let you take a real shower.”

Buck laughs, running a finger over the spines of a hair brush. “Dude, anything will be better than this. I feel like I’m made of grease.” He reaches a hand up — to run it through his limp hair, maybe — but winces and lowers it carefully again. Athena holds her breath yards away as Eddie freezes, minutely, just a tiny second of stillness before he’s smiling and opening the wipes.

“Well,” Eddie says, voice just as cheerful as before, “Luckily for you I am a master of the unsatisfying hospital hair cleaning routine.”

Buck almost giggles, shoulders wiggling like the way a child laughs. “Oh, please, show me your ways.”

Eddie holds up the wipe first. “Sorry this smells so flowery, but it’s the wettest brand of wipes I‘ve found.” He starts to hand the damp square to Buck, but hesitates. “Uh- I was going to let you- but it’ll be uncomfortable for- do you want me to just��”

“Sure,” Buck smiles. “I trust you.”

Eddie only made it in the room once while Buck was out, as far as Athena is aware. He’d haunted the hall like a ghost or a watchdog, though she supposes she’s not really one to talk while she’s posted out here. She watches as he directs Buck to scoot closer and stands as far to the back of the bed as he can get so he’s sort of behind Buck. She wonders if he’ll hesitate to touch him. She did. Since he woke up nearly 24 hours ago she has put a hand on his shoulder, once. It had been warm. He’d been moving, a little, half dead and even then unable to keep still. Eddie squeezes the wipe above Buck’s head, dripping faintly floral dampness, and then starts moving the cloth around his curls, and he doesn’t hesitate at all. Athena breathes in and out. Not half dead, she reminds herself. Mostly living.

Buck isn’t moving much now. He looks utterly relaxed as Eddie cleans away days of hospital grime. The man is so gentle about it, movements incredibly soft and slow, a hand supporting Buck’s head any time he needs to reposition to get at a new spot. She’d assumed this is a trick he’d learned after getting shot, but wonders now if this is an older skill, perfected on his child’s curls after any of Christopher’s hospital stays.

“Alright,” Eddie says, several discarded wipes later. He sets the last one on the mattress with a little flourish. “Step one complete.”

Buck opens eyes that drifted shut at some point, laughing quietly. “God, I feel better already.”

“Well, now it’s time for detangling, so don’t be too happy with me yet.”

Buck snorts, gingerly passing back the hair brush. “I’ll be brave, do your worst.”

Buck can’t see Eddie’s face with the way he’s standing, but Athena has a clear view. Sort of sad, kind of frightened. Athena is suddenly sure that he’s only ever going to do his absolute best for the man in the bed before him. “Okay,” he says, a warning before he starts, and she’s surprised that his voice doesn’t shake.

He begins with his fingers, pulling them so very carefully through the knotted strands, and it’s so intimate that Athena looks away on instinct. She counts all the chairs she can see in the waiting room, she reads all the signs on the walls. She doesn’t look in the room again until Buck speaks.

“Thank you.” He’s looking up at Eddie, neck craned as he tilts his head back, and she knows all the jokes about our Buckaroo, resident golden retriever, but it makes her think of a cat she had when she was younger. The tiny thing would plaster herself to your side and lean her head back up against you, so much love in her gaze you couldn’t help but smile back. Eddie smiles back, now.

“It’s no problem, Buck.”

“I can still thank you,” Buck says as Eddie leans over him to grab the spray bottle. Dry shampoo. He mists Buck’s head with it, ruffling his hair to get it evenly coated. “It’s polite.”

Eddie laughs, and Athena hadn’t realized his laughter before had been a little muted. “You don’t have to be polite to me.”

Buck grins. “Fine. Gel me up, peon.”

Eddie laughs again, loud and cackly, as he grabs the last tub from the bag. “Yes, sir. I got a pomade, it’s a little lighter than your normal stuff so hopefully the build up won’t feel so bad.”

“Okay.”

Eddie moves so he can see Buck’s face again, working the product into his hair and doing some light styling. The pomade doesn’t have much hold, his curls remain more prominent than they usually are, but he looks cleaner, a little neater, and definitely happier once Eddie is finished.

“There you are.” Eddie says, sitting back down in the chair pulled up to Buck’s bedside. He raises a pointed eyebrow, lips curved into a smirk. “Remember to leave a five star yelp review.”

Buck throws his head back in laughter, and Eddie sways forward into the orbit of it. The look on his face is- he’s lovestruck. She’d wondered about that — with more and more frequency lately, every story from Buck starting and ending with the other man — but she doesn’t know Eddie as well as some of the others on Bobby’s team and hadn’t wanted to assume. There is no doubt, though, looking at him now. Strangely, it makes Athena feel a little better. She definitely hadn’t known Eddie when his wife had passed but she knows it happened. She remembers Emmet, thinks of Marcy. Michael, and then Bobby. Buck and Eddie. The timeline — smiles, death, smiling again — is one she knows, after all, just in a different context, on a longer timeline.

When Buck leans forward again after his guffaw Eddie hasn’t moved back, so they end up very close to each other, matching grins reflecting between them. Eddie spots a bit of product near Buck’s temple and reaches up with a thumb to wipe it away, and it’s such a casual gesture until, suddenly, Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. When he falls apart he does it with a swift efficiency that something in Athena admires. His face shatters, his whole body slumps forward like a puppet with cut strings, a sob rattles up out of him with no preamble.

Buck’s eyes are wide, but he doesn’t necessarily look surprised. “Oh, Eddie…” he breathes, leaning even closer on his pillow.

“S-sorry,” Eddie gasps, scrubbing at his face like the touch of his palm will put him back together, sucking in air to try and stop the weeping. “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Buck’s tone is so gentle, so patient. Athena realizes she still thinks of him as a kid — a fool kid much of the time — but he doesn’t seem so young as he rests a calm hand on Eddie’s arm.

“For- I- I shouldn’t fall apart like this.”

“Why not?” Buck asks, laughing just a little. “You know I was a mess when you- it’s fine, Eds.”

“But-“

“You want me to forgive you?” Buck asks, eyebrows raised, a look on his face like he’d wanted the same, once. “I will. You’re forgiven.”

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t-“ Eddie takes a few more shuddering breaths and Buck just waits him out. “I couldn’t come in here. You were in here and I couldn’t- I left you alone.”

“I forgive you,” Buck says, easy as anything. Eddie’s face pinches up again, and he shakes his head sort of desperately even as Buck’s hand soothes up and down between wrist and elbow.

“I broke your ribs,” he says, voice cracking like the bones must have under his frantic compressions.

Buck’s free hand travels to his chest, and his fingers tap a little heartbeat rhythm there. “I forgive you, Eddie.”

“I love you,” Eddie says, in a voice Athena has heard in interrogation rooms and the priest’s box after Sunday mass. Buck’s inhale can’t be very loud, but she hears it all the way from the hall.

“I’m not forgiving you for that,” he says, a little winded but very firm. He sits up in his bed, ignoring Eddie’s worried hands hovering around him as he puts his own on either side of Eddie’s face. “I’m not- please, don’t apologize for that.”

“Sorry- I- I mean-“ Eddie smiles like he can’t help it as Buck’s gentle amused huff hits his face, even as tears still stream across his skin. “I won’t. I just wish I’d told you sooner.”

“You can tell me now,” Buck says, sliding a thumb over Eddie’s wet cheek. “Again. You can tell me again, and- and tomorrow, and the next day- I’m right here. It’s not too late, Eddie. I’m right here.”

Eddie nods, breathing unevenly again, and then they sort of fall into each other, holding and being held, so carefully but tight enough that Athena isn’t sure of the force it would take to pull them apart again. She inhales long and exhales slow. She can sort of see Buck’s face, smiling into Eddie’s shoulder, and it still hurts but she can maybe see how it might not, eventually. Right here, and tomorrow and the next day. He’ll still be in the hospital for a little while but- maybe, when he’s settled back at home, he’d like to come over for lunch.

Athena stands up straight, takes one last long look, and leaves Buck in safe hands.

#my writing #brick classic…. dropping fic in the dead of night….#athena grant #Buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc

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