#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]

Eddie: I’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days, so I’m right on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Eddie: [Bites into his phone] Eddie: ... This isn’t a bagel.

[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)"

[stopthatfool]

every time someone on twitter calls buck buckley a dom/brat tamer 10 angels fall from heaven with their grace completely stripped and 10 puppies die

[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

[my-brain-soup]

"What do you have to apologize for?"

Eddie Diaz, my king, being the logical outsider opinion that Buck needs.

Buck has spent his life feeling like he needed to earn love from his parents and, in turn, apologize when they fail to give it to him

Eddie is doing God's work and reminding him that he's done nothing wrong by asking his parents to take accountability and listen to him for once

[911-quotes1838]

Hen: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Chimney: I really care about your feelings!

Maddie: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Hen, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Buck: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Eddie: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

[justarandomgirly]

Remember episode 3x16? With that retired firefighter? And all those beautiful things he told Buck? Im rewatching it. (And crying again)

Anyway.

And its been years and Buck is still alone and sad.

Am i the only one tired of everyone telling Buck, for years, those flowery phrases about universe and the right person finding him...and yet he is still alone????

Each character moved somewhere (Eddie more less backwards,losing wife and son but...there were like; changes in his life, you know what I mean) but Buck?

Nothing. Relationship. It isnt exactly working. Break up. Depression. Repeat.

And that wears off.

[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]

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.

[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 😭

[haydenthewitch]

"Dropping them off at the airport and never seeing them again."

ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING. "BASED ON MY PAST EXPERINCE." ITS LITERALY HAPPENING TO HIM *AGAIN* WITH EDDIE IN SEASON 8 ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @bucktommybingo, Card 1, Prompt: Near Death

Title: Things We Lost To The Water

Summary: "I wish I would have never met you," Buck tells Tommy when they meet by chance. He wants to take it back almost immediately. But he can't. A few days later, Tommy has an accident.

Ship: Bucktommy

Snippet:

The anger curls around Buck’s heart like a snake. Cold and poisonous. It creeps up, up, up. And wants out. “You’re a coward, Tommy,” he bursts.

Tommy tenses. He doesn’t look at Buck, but his shoulders pull up a tiny fraction. Enough to tell Buck the words are affecting him. Good. Buck feels a grim kind of satisfaction. “You’re a coward. You walk out of my life. Just like that. And now you act like you care how I am but you don’t even want to talk to me. Well, I know you wanted to. I saw the bubbles, Tommy. When you were trying to text me. You couldn’t even do that, huh? What was it that you wanted to tell me? What was it?”

He stares daggers into Tommy’s broad back. Waits. Waits for something. Anything. Tommy finally turns his head to look back at Buck, his jaw working. For a moment, a tiny volatile moment, Buck thinks he sees pain in Tommy’s eyes. Pain. And fear. And … something Buck can’t even name. But too soon, that moment is gone. Tommy’s mask slips back in place. And he says, “I just wanted to tell you that I have some of your stuff at home. And … that you can pick it up anytime.”

Buck wants to scream. He wants to rage. Instead, he says, lowly and darkly, “You know what? I wish I would have never met you.”

He’s not even thinking. The words just slip out of his mouth and burn the night with their rage-driven poison. For a horrible moment, Buck feels their heat and he likes it. Likes the temporary relief. Until he realises what he just said. He can’t take it back. Even though he wants to almost immediately. Buck can’t take it back. He said it. And now he can never unsay it. Unfeel it. And he’s still so fucking angry.

Tommy’s lips remain a thin line. His face stays impassive, the mask hiding his emotions. Giving nothing away. The lack of reaction, even to his mean last words, only heightens Buck’s irritation.

He wishes Tommy would be angry as well. He wants Tommy to say something mean too. That would make it so much easier to hate him.

Why won’t you scream at me? Come on. Tell me to take that back. Be mean. Tell me you wish the same. Tell me you always knew this wouldn’t work. Tell me you think I’m naive. Tell me I was stupid for asking you to be my last. Tell me … Say something! 

Tommy does. “Goodbye, Buck,” he says quietly. And then he leaves, his steps fast and firm.

Buck stares after him, his head empty. All the rage is gone. Only the cold remains.

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