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maryhadalotofshows · 6 months

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Chapter 3: A New Beginning

The atmosphere in the hangar shifted dramatically when Admiral Kazansky entered, his presence oozing authority. The members of the Hunter squad, who all had their fair share of intense situations, looked like they were barely holding back fits of laughter. Jake, on the other hand, wore a perfect blend of confusion and fear on his face. Alexa, sensing his unease, stepped forward and wrapped her arm around his waist, offering him comfort. Dean and Buck exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the warmth in their sister's eyes. Dean turned his attention to Jake.

"Lt. Seresin, firstly, welcome to the family. The Hunters would be honoured to have you. Now, Iceman over there has bailed my sorry ass out of some truly bizarre situations, most of which I was declared dead in. I'd strongly advise you to follow the next three steps. Step one, be honest with the Navy about what happened. Step two, consider getting a protective tattoo for yourself, and lastly, we need to get you trained up," Dean said, revealing a side of himself that was usually hidden beneath his tough exterior.

Jake took a deep breath to calm down. As he turned to look Iceman in the eyes to explain everything, a voice drew their attention to the door.

"So get this Ice. That lab you are having the Daggers bomb. It popped up overnight, and the writing on the wall is in a language I know of. I do, however, know someone who can read it."

"Winchester, what have I told you about tracking me down and just spilling information about classified operations?" Iceman said, glaring at the tall, Moose of a man.

"I remember telling you that you intimidate me about as much as an ice cube. My brother is scarier than you," the man said, looking him in the eye.

Ice had this look in his eyes that screamed he would break him. Dean looked proud for some reason.

"Sammy, you think I'm scary?" Dean said with a smile.

"Dean, you raised me from the age of four. I saw you trade your life for mine. Saw you have blood loss, be a demon, covered in blood and how you extract information in ways I didn't think possible. Only to remember if it's a method that you used, you lived through it. Most importantly, I saw your name alone strike fear into the enemy," Sam said as emotions flickered on his face. "And Dean, you need to get Cas down here like yesterday. Have him grab whoever Evan has here as well."

As Dean left the hangar, all eyes turned back to Hangman. The sudden return of attention had Lt. Jake Hangman Seresin on edge.

#the hunters: top gun #Supernatural (TV 2005)#Top Gun (Movies)#9-1-1 (TV)#Alexandra Winchester #original character #Original Winchester Character(s)#Alexandra Winchester - Character #U.S. Naval Aviator Evan “Buck” Buckley #U.S Naval Aviator Dean Winchester #U.S Naval Aviator Alexandra Winchester #U.S Navy SEAL Castiel #Army Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)#Sam is Iceman's BAMF assistant #Evan is a Winchester #Dean & Evan & Alexandra is the Winchester triplets #Time Travel Fix-It #Sort Of #Chuck messing with the Winchesters #Jake being a better him #Soulmates #Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Lives #Captain Dean “Ghost” Winchester #Captain Alexandra “Chaos” Winchester #Captain Evan “Reaper” Winchester #Commander Castiel “Seraph” Novak #Castiel is a Novak (Supernatural)#Staff Sergeant Eddie “Viper” Diaz #Changes to original story #spn

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singlethread · 1 year

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Wish this navy seal au would update

#navy seal Buck is everything to me #this is my one toxic trait

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richardgrimes · 1 year

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eddie’s only flaw is being in the army and unfortunately he looked hot doing so AND he got some trauma out of it which is so fun

#like rick. his only flaw ever is that he used to be a cop #it's so funny that buck was like in the navy seals for a second and then he was like i hate this shit!! and quit

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kaenbl4ze · 1 year

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"Put your damn helmet on, Kid."

A fresh-faced, baby SEAL Buck from my AU fic.

#9 1 1 #911 fox #evan buckley #us navy seals #seal buck #seal!buck #9 1 1 fanfiction #9 1 1 fic #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 #911 fanart #fanart #art

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satashiiwrites · 7 days

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wip whenever

was tagged earlier this week for tease tuesday (by @monsterrae1 I believe), making it into a wip whenever since I’m trying to wrestle this chapter into shape this weekend.

Tagging @monsterrae1 @outtoshatter @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @rosieposiepuddingnpie @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins and anyone else who would want to play along. No pressure as always.

Banner by me because boredom is never a good thing 🙃

From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13, Buck POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Steve McGarrett/Daniel Williams, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Tags/warnings: first draft. Not sure if this scene is going to start/stay the same in final draft. NavySeal!Buck, set post lawsuit/tsunami arc. Slow burn (as of now my drafts are >150k). Kidnapping mentioned this part. Eddie and Buck are talking/making things work.

“I thought you hated beaches anymore—after the tsunami.” Eddie’s voice is startlingly close, and Buck twists to look up at Eddie, who is kicking off his borrowed sandals to take a seat on the sand next to him. The smile on Eddie’s face is relaxed, with no signs of the stress of the last few days except for the bruise over his left cheek.

Buck can’t help but snap a bit at the joking tone, feeling a bit too raw and open after being reminded it was his fault Eddie had been taken. “It’s not the beach that bothers me.”

“Well,” Eddie drawls as he sends up a small sandstorm by plopping into the sand close enough for Buck to feel his body heat and knocking into Buck’s shoulder, “then why are you out here glaring at the water like it has personally offended you?”

“It’s not…” Buck gapes at Eddie. “How can you be so…”

“So what?”

The little smile on Eddie’s face grates on Buck’s last nerve. “So I should be okay with you getting taken because of me?!?”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!” Buck snaps. “It was all my fault!”

“No—it was Wo Fat’s fault,” Eddie repeats calmly. “You didn’t kidnap me.”

“Well, he kidnapped you because he wanted me to leave Steve,” Buck irritably points out.

“Again, it was his fault. He’s the one who ordered them to jump me and bring me here to Hawaii. Not you.”

“But,” Buck’s voice breaks, and he barely bites back the sob that wants to escape his chest. He feels like he can’t breathe and it was his fault Eddie was taken, that Christopher was parentless for how many days, and now Eddie is here and he’s… he’s….

“Buck, it wasn’t your fault. People do terrible things all the time. Not everything is your fault, even if it was partially about you.”

“It was because of me,” Buck insists stubbornly.

“And did you do what Wo Fat wanted?” Eddie asks instead, leaning in slightly so their shoulders are brushing together again, separated only by the thin cotton of their t-shirts.

“No!”

Eddie’s perfectly shaped eyebrow does that questioning lift thing, and those whiskey-brown eyes are silently laughing at Buck, his lips still stubbornly quirked into a smile, driving Buck insane. It’s the look that Eddie gives him when he’s being too stubborn and won’t see reason, but Buck is trying to point out to Eddie that it really is his fault this time.

“It’s not…” Buck struggles to find the right words to express his point. Eddie had been taken because of him. He’d gotten hurt because of Buck. Christopher had been scared and alone because of Buck. ��You got hurt because of me. Christopher is alone in LA without you because of me.”

“Again, it’s Wo Fat’s fault. You leaving Steve and 5-0 might have been his goal—which I’m glad you didn’t do—but it is his fault, not yours, Buck. Get that through your thick skull. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault.”

Buck hates it when Eddie is like this. He knows he can’t refute Eddie’s statement, but he still feels like an elephant is sitting on his chest, and Buck can’t take a deep breath. “It feels like it is.”

“I know,” Eddie lifts his arm and slides it around Buck’s shoulders, pulling him in close, thumb rubbing against the skin right above Buck’s collar bone.

Buck’s body betrays him, and he all but melts into the half-hug. He wants to bury his face in Eddie’s neck and shut out the world for a few minutes, hours—fucking days if he could. Buck is losing that headspace that he always depended upon when he was working as an active duty Seal, and without it, he feels like a quivering mess, so he glares out at the water and the sun beginning to head for the horizon.

He doesn’t want to disappoint Eddie by breaking down on him. Eddie was the one who just went through a traumatizing experience—not Buck.

“Buck, look at me.”

He can’t. If he looks at Eddie and Eddie is being Eddie and nice and—

“Buck.”

The tone of Eddie’s voice is all command and years of conditioning, first by the Navy and then by being Eddie’s partner at work, has Buck shifting to meet Eddie’s eyes, which shine with a warmth that chases away the chill of the wind coming from across the water.

“It wasn’t your fault. You taking time to get yourself straightened out while I was being an idiot? Not your fault. I want you to take care of yourself. I need you to put yourself first sometimes,” Eddie calmly states, and each word rings in Buck’s ears.

“You need me to?”

“I do.”

“Okay,” Buck weakly agrees. He’s helplessly held in place by Eddie’s gaze and the light touch where neck and shoulder meet.

“I need you to take care of yourself just as much as I need to take care of myself, but I also want to be there to help you when you need it.”

“Me too. I want to be there for you, Eddie.”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth quirks up. “We’re partners, Buck. I have your back, and you have mine.”

“Yeah…” Buck wants to be more than just Eddie’s work partner. They’d started talking about this before Eddie’d been taken, but maybe things have changed? Maybe Eddie’s reconsidered? Those discussions had been before… before Eddie had been taken.

Eddie reads him like a book, noticing the creeping doubt that whispers poisonous thoughts in Buck’s ear. “Stop it. Whatever you’re blaming yourself for—stop it.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Then let me help,” Eddie insists, tugging Buck closer, and the hot touch across Buck’s shoulder slips down to warp around his waist, trapping him as Eddie’s torso twists so he’s sideways, and Buck is pulled into his chest with a thump and trapped between Eddie’s arms. Buck is warm, and he never wants to move.

“Eddie… what are we doing?” Buck asks, needing to know. What does Eddie want from him? He’s everything to Buck.

“I…”

Buck has caught Eddie off guard with his question, and the other man licks his lips before replying.

“I want to find a way for us to move forward,” Eddie cautiously says.

“Forward?”

Eddie nods, a hand carding through Buck’s hair and then rubbing the back of his neck. Biting his lip and struggling visibly to find the words, vulnerability emanates from Eddie in waves that crash up on Buck, making him want to burrow further into Eddie’s hold and hide from what he’s sure is going to be something terrible that Eddie has to say.

“I... I feel like there’s this part of you that I never knew about, and then I found out about the Seals, your life before me, and the 118 with McGarrett; I didn’t have a clue.”

“I would have told you if I knew you wanted to know.”

“I know you would have. I just…” Eddie pauses, squeezing Buck’s neck to emphasize his point. “It makes me want to know what else I don’t know about you. I want to know everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, and I want you to know everything about me which scares the ever-living fuck out of me.”

“It’s scary knowing someone,” Buck echoes, wanting Eddie to keep talking.

#Family familia ‘ohana #buddie #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #Wip whenever #mcdanno #navy seal Evan ‘buck’ buckley #First draft

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freewerewolfmysti-tiger · 2 years

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Looking for a 911 ao3 fic

I'm looking for a fiction work on ao3. But can't remember the name. Just the general idea I think it was. If someone knows of these please would you be so kind as to help me out?

I know it is kinda vague but, I do remember it's also like really close to post lawsuit. Buck isolated from the crew and with the crew still weary every time Buck hears anyone In the station talking about something personal, he will leave the room.

I know this is really vague and not all that much to go on , but I hope someone read this and recognized it? Please and thank you

#even buck buckley #post-lawsuit #navy seals #looking for a fic

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rainbow-nerdss · 13 days

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7x04 coda

Buck watches Tommy walk away and he feels… he’s not sure, honestly.

Happy? Relieved?

His lips still tingle with the memory of it, the pressure left by Tommy’s kiss. He’s frozen on the spot, right where Tommy left him. He laughs, the quiet sound echoing through his empty apartment. He knows Tommy had to go, had to work, but Buck stands there, watching the spot where he’d just walked out, and he wishes he’d reached for him. Pulled him back in for another kiss, more than just a faint brush of lips.

He wants to wrap his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, pull him close, lick into his mouth.

Shit, the things he wants to do.

And it’s all new, it’s strange and different and wonderful, because when Tommy kissed him, he felt stubble scratch against his own, and Tommy’s fingers tilted his face up, not down, and even though Buck hadn’t quite managed to set his hand down, hovering it over Tommy’s shoulder in his surprise, he knew what he’d find there—broad shoulders, muscled back, so unlike anything Buck’s known before.

But he wanted it.

He wants it.

And Tommy may be gone, may be halfway across the city, or hell, maybe even in the air by now—Buck’s lost track of the time since he left—but there’s still time. They’re going out on Saturday, on a date.

He’s going on a date with Tommy.

Buck finally drags himself away from the kitchen island when his stomach rumbles. He stares into the fridge.

He grabs some leftovers, too much happening inside his brain to cook right now. The microwave turns, and the humming is the only sound in the apartment.

What does he do now? He can’t just sit back down and get back to work on the bills he was working on before. He can’t just… sit and watch TV.

He takes out his phone, scrolls for a while, then navigates to google. His thumb hovers over the search bar.

Buck’s never lived a sheltered life. Sure, football locker rooms, navy SEALs, and the fire academy weren’t the most openly queer spaces, but he’s worked in all kinds of bars, alongside all kinds of people. He’s had friends, co-workers, acquaintances from all walks of life.

And he’d never questioned himself. He always supported the people in his life, stood up for them when it was needed. How had he never even wondered whether he might have more in common with them than friendship?

That he’s… what? Gay? No… Bisexual?

That one feels better. He takes a breath, and the microwave beeps.

He ignores it, tapping his phone to stop the screen from going blank, then types in the search bar.

Bisexual

He clicks on the first link, and then the second, and he keeps scrolling, keeps reading until his eyes burn and his stomach is growling with hunger.

He takes out the now-lukewarm leftovers and shovels them down without really tasting any of it. Bisexual.

His phone pings. A text from Tommy.

Tommy: Busy shift, spending more time in the air than on the ground! Just checking in—still good for Saturday?

Buck bites back a smile as he replies.

Buck: At least it’s not Q! Definitely still good.

He hesitates for a moment before adding a heart emoji to his last message and hitting send. Is that too much? Too soon?

Tommy sends back a grin and thumbs up, and Buck lets himself giggle—just a little one, shut up— as he pictures Tommy’s grin, the way his whole face lights up with it. God, he’s cute.

Tommy: You better not use that Q word btw! Whole lapd knows about what happened last time someone on ur shift said that

Buck: Unfair! Was NOT my fault

Tommy: I’m sure… Gtg. call coming in

Buck: Be safe!

How is this the first time Buck’s noticed a guy like that? How has he never seen it before? Most of the articles he’s read are about people who always knew who they were, or figured it out once they understood what bisexuality was.

For lack of anything else to do, or another message from Tommy to reply to, Buck heads upstairs and changes for bed, not really sure what else to do, just going through the motions. When he lies down, he stares up at the ceiling.

Is this the first time he’s felt something like this for a guy? He forces himself to think back, looking at his life in a whole new light, his friendships, the times he’s felt that same tightness, the need to be seen by someone who wasn’t a family member or a woman.

He thinks of Carter, a kid he played football with, the star of the team, how Buck used to showboat every time they were on the field together, used to play that little bit dirtier against, used to maybe glance at a little more than usual in the changing rooms.

He thinks of Leo, one of the guys he met working at the dude ranch, the one who just seemed to have a way with the horses, who took Buck under his wing on his first day, helped his clueless ass not pull too hard on the reins. Buck thinks about Leo’s hand guiding his, or resting on his thigh, showing him how to balance in the saddle. Buck wanted to do well at the job, wanted more than anything for Leo to look at him, a spark in his eye, and say “Hey, good job, Buckley!”

He thinks of that firefighter in Texas, TK, who Buck had clicked with just about right away. Buck wanted to be friends with him, wanted to keep him around, but he’d shut down Buck’s offer to take him for a drink if he was ever in LA by letting him know he already has a serious boyfriend.

Huh.

Maybe Buck had been asking him on a date. Maybe this has always been there, under the surface, just waiting to be prodded open.

And, hell, he realizes with a start. He might actually have a type. Strong, cool under pressure, unnervingly good at their job, able to get under his skin without really trying.

No wonder Tommy worked his way under Buck’s skin so quickly like that.

Buck finally remembers Tommy’s parting words as he walked out the door. “For god’s sake, please call Eddie. Now would be a great time—he’s on pain pills.”

He needs to call Eddie. Needs to apologize—Tommy aside, he’s been a dick this week. He hurt Eddie, actually hurt him, all because he let his… jealousy? Crush? Get in the way of his friendship.

That’s not the way they do things.

It’s late, past eleven. If he knows Eddie, he knows he’ll be awake. Pain meds, plus worry about what’s going on.

He sits back up in bed and dials Eddie’s number. While it rings, he thinks about what to say. “Sorry” is obvious. But when Eddie asks him why? When he leaves a silence, full of understanding and concern, Buck knows he’s never been able to withstand one of those silences.

“Buck?” Eddie picks up the phone, and Buck’s suddenly choked up, at a loss for words.

“Hey, Eddie,” he manages.

Eddie says nothing.

“I’m sorry,” Buck adds. “For not calling sooner. And for—for hurting you.”

“Buck. You didn’t mean to.”

“I—Eddie, I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I just… I didn’t think, I just… went for it, and I think a part of me knew as I was doing it that I was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“So you… meant for this to happen?”

Buck shuts his eyes, shuffles so he can sit against his headboard. “I… Eddie, I never wanted you to… I didn’t want to injure you, I just wanted… Something.”

It’s not an explanation, not even close to it, but it’s all he can give right now. Sure, he could tell him everything. I’m bisexual and I wanted Tommy to pay attention to me, not you, but you didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire like that.

He wants to tell Eddie the whole truth, but not now, not like this, not as some sort of excuse and definitely not over the phone.

Eddie laughs over the phone, and it doesn’t feel mean, but it’s not comforting, either. “You wanted attention,” he fills in.

Buck exhales. “Yeah. Don’t worry, Maddie’s already called me out for acting like a teenage girl.”

Eddie laughs again, but it feels more genuine this time. “Remind me to thank her,” he says. “So, you’re back to normal now? Honestly, I was starting to have flashbacks to my first day.”

Buck… does not think about that day. He doesn’t acknowledge any similarities in his behavior that day and how he’s acted for the past week, because that… that’s not something he needs, right now.

Instead, he just sighs, and says he’s sorry again, and asks if he can make up for it. “Well,” Eddie says, and Buck hears him grunt, like he’s shifting positions. “If you’re free Saturday, I’m taking Marisol out to apologize for spending so much time with Tommy this week, if you could watch Chris? Say, around eight?”

And Buck’s about to say yes, but he stops himself. “I’m so sorry, I have… plans, on Saturday. Raincheck?”

Eddie sighs. “Damn, okay. Guess I’m groveling to Pepa again. You should come over, though. Earlier in the day, I mean. If, uh… you can. Chris misses you.”

Buck’s heart breaks a little. It’s what Tommy was saying, after all, and he can’t believe he’s been dumb enough to let anything get in the way of what he has with Chris, and with Eddie.

“Sounds great, Eddie. I can come by in the morning, maybe we could go to the aquarium, or something?”

Relief washes over him when Eddie agrees. He’s got this. He’s going to be okay.

When he hangs up, he only feels a slight pang of guilt for lying by omission and not telling Eddie about his actual plans for Saturday night.

He doesn’t feel guilty enough to not send a text to Tommy, though.

Buck: Talked to eddie btw Cleared the air

He’s just about to drift off when he gets a reply

Tommy: Great! Glad you worked things out

Buck doesn’t reply, just smiles into his pillow and lets sleep take him.

#911 spoilers #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #7x04 coda #bi buck fic #my fic

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