#evan is not a buckly

[maryhadalotofshows]

Chapter 4:Unravelling the Mystery

Jake could feel their eyes on him. It felt as if they were all trying to look for answers. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Lexi one more time. Breathing out, he lifted his head, locking eyes with Ice before he began to speak.

 

"I was on leave three months ago. I went home to see my friends, only to find that something strange was happening. The townspeople were disappearing. You see, I'm naturally nosy, and I couldn't resist the urge to investigate these mysterious disappearances. What I discovered was that they all had one thing in common: they had visited Bobby's Saloon. So, one fateful Friday night, I decided to pay it a visit..."

THREE MONTHS AGO

 

Jake Seresin approached Bobby's saloon. It was strategically situated on the outskirts of town, where the last vestiges of untamed nature still held sway.

 

The facade of the building paid homage to a bygone era, a time immortalized in pop culture and history books. The dark wood cladding, worn and aged saloon doors, and an atmosphere that hinted at lurking dangers in the wilderness all combined to transport you back to the wild west. The illusion, however, was shattered by the presence of modern automobiles, a jarring contrast to the otherwise carefully maintained ambiance. The moment you crossed the threshold, the past came alive, undisturbed by the march of progress. Lanterns cast warm, flickering light that painted moving silhouettes on the walls. An expertly preserved piano sat nestled in the corner, its keys expertly tinkered with by a silent pianist who played melancholic tunes from a forgotten era. The tables, scarred and stained with history, bore silent witness to countless tales. The staff and patrons alike were dressed in period-appropriate attire, making Jake feel like he'd stepped into a time warp.

 

As Jake settled onto one of the well-worn barstools, he couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship of the saloon. The scent of aged wood mingled with the faint aroma of cigar smoke, drawing him deeper into the past. Lantern light danced upon the walls, creating elongated shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the wild west.

 

Bobby, the bartender and owner, regarded Jake with a curious glint in his eye. His attire, a vest, and shirt straight out of history, added an authentic touch to the establishment. "Welcome to my saloon. How can we help you this evening? I have not seen you here before. Are you new to the area?"

 

Jake, choosing his words carefully, replied, "No, I'm not new to the area. Unfortunately, I've been away for work." He kept his tone intentionally vague, maintaining a protective barrier between his personal life and this enigmatic proprietor. "I just got back into town a while ago, after travelling for the past five years."

 

Bobby's gaze held a flicker of interest, though Jake couldn't quite decipher whether it was genuine curiosity or something more inscrutable. "Five years is a long time to be away," Bobby mused, polishing a glass with well-practised motions. "There must be quite a story behind that."

 

Jake offered a faint smile, though his eyes remained guarded. "Yes, it's been quite the journey," he admitted, his mind already working on an excuse to leave the saloon before too long. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, an underlying tension that hung in the air. As the sombre tunes from the piano man filled the room, Jake's senses were on high alert. Maybe it was a mistake to investigate without telling anyone. He considered abandoning his "mission." He couldn't do that guilt wouldn't allow, especially after what happened to his wingman, a tragedy that had resulted in his first kill.

[military-newsboys]

Bobby: I don’t know why you have an issue with this. Hen was happy to comply. Buck: So, what? Now I’m just supposed to do anything that Hen does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Bobby: If Hen were to jump off a cliff, she would’ve done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Hen jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Buck, frustrated: You jump off a cliff! Bobby: Gladly. Provided Hen does first.

[luminiciant]

118

[circular-8]

I still can't quite believe that I spent years watching people reblog gifs of Buck and Eddie and I was still unprepared for the fact that Buck's first reaction to meeting Eddie was essentially "oh no, he's hot (derogatory)"

[gffa]

9-1-1 | s3e05 - "Rage"

#SO YOU HEARD ABOUT BI!EVAN BUCKLEY ON 911 #AND WERE CONSIDERING MAYBE CHECKING OUT THE SHOW #LET ME HELP YOU WITH THAT #BECAUSE THIS SCENE IS THE HEART OF WHAT THE SHOW IS #JUST BONKERS RIDICULOUS FROM ONE WALL TO THE OTHER #DONE BY PEOPLE WHO ARE MASTERS AT COMEDIC TIMING #ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THAT THEY'RE MAD AT BUCK FOR SUING THE DEPARTMENT FOR TRYING TO GET HIS JOB BACK #THAT HE HADN'T EVEN LOST YET!!! #HE JUST WAS ON FORCED MEDICAL LEAVE BECAUSE HE WAS ON BLOOD THINNERS!!! #BUT HE COULDN'T STAND THE WAIT SO HE SUED THEM!! #AND YOU CAN'T STAY MAD AT HIM BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO COME HOME!!! #HE LOVES YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!! #JUST ABSOLUTE PUPPY DOG ENERGY #I WAS ON THE FLOOR IN THIS SCENE BECAUSE YEAH THAT SHIP YOU HEARD ABOUT BEING WILDLY POPULAR #OF COURSE IT'S THE DUDE WHO'S LIKE 'I COULDN'T EVEN CALL YOU TO GET ME OUT OF JAIL' #AND YEAH NOBODY KNEW ABOUT THAT YET SO JUST #DUMBASSES FROM WALL TO WALL #ALL WHILE THE ACCIDENT IN THE BACKGROUND IS GOING ON #JUST CHEF'S KISS OF BATSHIT BANANAPANTS RIDICULOUSNESS #PLEASE JOIN ME IN WATCHING THIS SHOW NOT JUST FOR BUCK KISSING A DUDE EVENTUALLY #BUT BECAUSE THE SHOW IS GENUINELY FUN

[cuteboymichaelsheensworld]

There's been a lot of debate about the timeline on the show. But, I still can't figure out how old the sexiest firefighter according to People magazine is. The dating site says he's 52. In 2018 that is the first season, Buck has been in part 118 for half a year now. So here it is: 24-18=6

So if we add 52 to 6, we get 58 years. But Bobby says Buck has been in the unit for seven years. So we're 52 adding up to 7. That's 59 years. But the wiki says Bobby was born in '68, which makes him 56.

2024 - 1968=56

So how old is this guy? Give him a birthday party so we can find out not only his birthday, but also his years.

I need to see Bobby being congratulated by his family. Giving him presents and telling him words of love. Athena's gift of incredibly attractive lingerie on her hot sexy body. And Bobby's love-fucked and aroused look at his lovely wife.

I literally need to see Bobby Nash's naked torso and Athena Nash's shapely legs to my heart's content.

[watmalik]

For real this is just a thing that can only happen on a tv show and at 9-1-1 at that, because that depressurised plane would’ve nose dived or just tore apart the moment most of the ceiling came off lmao

[alissa3000]

Finally watching s7 of 911 yall weren’t lying about tommy and buck have like little to no chemistry 😭

[i-car-us]

clipboard, Buck my beloved ♡

[maryhadalotofshows]

Chapter one: The Texas Gambit

Jake Seresin's eyes slowly fluttered open, greeted by the familiar surroundings of the Hard Deck. The other members of Dagger Squad were clustered around the pool table, their laughter and banter filling the air. But something was different, a subtle shift that he couldn't quite place. As he approached the bar, a rush of memories flooded his mind, the déjà vu as he realised that this was just before that dreaded mission. The mission that had changed everything.

Maybe, just maybe, this time he could fix a couple of events. The weight of the past rested heavily on his shoulders, a constant reminder of what went wrong, of the lives almost lost and the mistakes made. At the back of his mind, those haunting words from Chuck kept ringing like an echo, refusing to be ignored.

But he had made up his mind. He wouldn't let those words stop him, even though a part of him still feared the consequences. The echo persisted, lurking in the corners of his thoughts, an uninvited companion that whispered doubts into his ears.

His gaze settled on Pops, the crazy pilot and his father figure. Jake's first change would be to save Pops a boatload of money. The only downside to this whole mess was that all the effort he had put into building relationships was back at square one. Maverick, the once fatherly figure in his life, didn't fulfil that role anymore. Nevertheless, Jake was determined.

He walked over to where Maverick, Pops to Jake, was just about to place his phone on the bar when Jake swiftly grabbed the phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well, Pops, I just saved you some money. You never place your phone on a ladies’ bar,” Jake said, his words catching both Maverick's and Penny's attention.

“Lt. Seresin, you just ruined my fun. I was hoping to have a few of your colleagues though him out of my bar,” Penny chimed in, a playful grin on her face.

“Well, milady, I suppose I've broken one of your rules then. You have my apologies. Allow me to introduce myself properly. Jake Seresin, at your service, a lonely cowboy from Texas,” he said with a slight bow, his tone light yet genuine and somehow still flirty.

Penny chuckled, raising an amused eyebrow. “A cowboy, huh? I'll have to see some evidence of those Texan roots, Jake.”

Jake glanced around the bar, his eyes lingering on the old jukebox. An idea began to form, a way to bridge the gap that had been created by his decision to alter the past. "How about a little wager, Penny? A dance-off. If I win, you don't throw me out. If you win, I'll do something for you within reason, of course."

Penny's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "A dance-off? You're on, cowboy."

As the county music began to play from the jukebox, Jake and Penny found themselves in the midst of a friendly competition, their laughter and movements filling the room. For a fleeting moment, the weight of Jake's mission and the echoes of doubt faded into the background, replaced by the simple joy of the present.

And as the night wore on, amidst laughter, dancing, and camaraderie, Jake couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, by rewriting a few moments, he could steer the course of destiny in a better direction. 

Even if it left the Daggers to be confused with his sudden change in behaviour. At least this time around he is off to a better start with both Pops and Penny. 

[military-newsboys]

Buck: Eds, if you die, do you want to be buried or cremated? Like, if you were hit by a bus today, what do I do?

Eddie: Go after the bus driver and make him pay for what he did to me.

Eddie: Avenge me, Buck. Avenge me!

Buck: I found this company, and they bury you in a biodegradable sack. So when your body decomposes, it fertilizes the seeds of a fruit tree.

Buck: That's what I want. Because then you and all the people that love me can eat the fruit from my tree.

Eddie: That is fucking mental

Buck: Coming from the guy that wants me to ruin a bus driver's life just 'cause he killed you swerving to avoid a child!

Eddie: I didn't know about the fucking child!

[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

[breakaway71]

Unpopular bucktommy opinion (apparently), but these are not "babe"/"baby" guys. Like, once in a while maybe? But man, the amount of fics/posts I see where every other word out of their mouth is "baby" and...I just don't feel it. For one thing, I feel like Buck would have a visceral reaction to being called "babe", because he hated watching his sister talk to Doug and call him that, and I'm sorry, but that's the sort of thing that would stick, for a person like Evan Buckley. For another thing, Tommy is too damn old and jaded for constant pet names. He would use them sparingly, when it really mattered, but not every single time he was addressing Buck. Besides which, he's almost certainly realized by now that Evan is essentially a pet name he's inadvertently created anyway.

[buckleygrace118]

There's a buddie storyline idea that hasn't left my mind recently. It's about a proposal and this is totally inspired by a fanfic where something similar happened.

What I'm picturing is: buck and eddie are already a couple. They're at a point where everyone who needs to know knows, they've been together a few months and they're so in love. Now, imagine eddie organizing a hot air balloon ride for them and proposing to buck while they're in the air. Can you imagine how unbelievably romantic that would be?

I think in the fic I read they just went on a date but I'm thinking eddie had flower arrangements done like hours earlier and they are visible from the ballon saying "will you marry me?" Then buck goes "oh look someone's proposing, that's so sweet" because he's oblivious. He only realizes that it's for him when eddie opens a small ring box, smiles at him nervously and says "evan buckley, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"

I would absolutely combust if this happened and so would buck I think. He'd be so happy ofc and he'd say yes immediately but I'm pretty sure he'd also be so surprised and overwhelmed bc he didn't think someone would do something like this for him. Gosh I want to see them happily married so bad.

[conniestheo]

Leave my bisexual babies alone!

[lemotmo]

Been thinkin bout those party hats in the bday scene. 🙈🙈

Like two red party hats and one blue. Eddie & Buck both in red and t in like greyish? Dark blue? Idek.

Anyways the hats! Like Eddie hands t two and then t like gestures to Buck who grabs the the one on top which is red without even thinking about it.

Then they like clamber down to the floor behind the sofa and Buck's all "what?" Cuz I guess he sees a look on t's face? And then says "I'm sorry, did you want the red one?" And like <_< >_> Eddie also has a red one & red clothes and my brain is like red party hat=Eddie?

So it's kinda like Buck bein alll "sorry did you want Eddie?" also NOTE that t does not answer Buck's question but like distracts him with a compliment. <_< >_>

Also Buck has a red party hat like Eddie because Buck already has Eddie. :3 And he'll always choose Eddie & Chris without thinking about it.

Obvsly it could just be some flirtyness because they are in the "honeymoon phase" but I feel like maybe it's setting the groundwork for what will be problems later?

Like Buck asking questions but t constantly deflecting? 🤔🤔🤔 And/or the other thing I mentioned about choosing Eddie & Chris.

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Oooh, that's an interesting theory. 🤔

I like the way you think.

Tommy did wine and dine Eddie in 7x04. So maybe he does kinda want the red party hat. 👀

Interesting.