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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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The Unexpected Hero

The Unexpected Hero

Evan Buckley x reader

Imagine: saving Buck (911) from and explosion and he's determined to find out who you are (from @procrastinatorimagines).

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since I saw this prompt image. Also (writing this on 7/12/22), My legs are dead after drumline camp, so I continued writing this on my night shift. Please give me feedback as this is my first time writing for 911. Was considering asking someone if they want to proof read just to make sure the content is good. Message me if anyone want to. I also reworked my masterlist so it’s not as crowded.

Requests are still OPEN. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. Also, I’m tagging @911readercollection here.

Warning: I’m not sure fire works how I exactly described it. Arsonist, bomb exploder/explodes, chase scene, arrests, I very much thought of old action movies when writing this. I didn’t proofread this. Athena being a queen.

Word Count: 1,854

It was another mind numbing day of staring at your computer as statistics went by so you could crunch the numbers for your penny pincher stick up his ass boss. And just to describe how frugal he is, he chose the cheapest office for his workers while he never showed up himself. Cheap in LA usually means poor quality, or not in a safe neighborhood. In this case, it meant both. You had to bring your own stool because you could not stand one more second of your legs sticking to those cheap plastic chairs that are “usually” used at graduation parties. At least you were left alone until you had to present your findings to your boss. However, this meant that your mind got distracted easily and sometimes fell asleep until your eyes and mind processed nothing that was on your screen.

Your mind woke up out of its stagnant state to that sound. You know, that sound. The sound that’s been drilled into your mind ever since you were young. The sound of a fire alarm going off along with its blinking lights. You were surprised the building even had working fire systems. But, you did what you were taught and you stayed low to the ground and crawled on your hands and knees keeping your hand along the wall to guide your way. You found your way to the side of the building out a fire exit. One of those exits near the trucking docks of your building. You stopped a mere couple feet from the building to catch your breath, which more ended up like you crouched to cough your lungs out. This is what you imagined smoking for 50 years felt like.

You looked up just as a firefighter started coming towards you. Do all firefighters have to imitate magazines and be super hot in uniform and way out of your league? He still had his smoke mask over his face and his helmet on, as he should , so you couldn’t make out much of what he actually looked like. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

You would have responded if something else didn’t catch your attention. Behind the fireman’s legs, you could see someone else in a gray hoodie walking away from the scene. Walking. As in “cool guys don’t look at explosions” walking, and that kind of walking away from a fire can never be good. He started to raise his right hand above his head while keeping his back turned toward you and STILL WALKING. You couldn’t be sure what he was doing or what is intentions are, but you had to take a chance.

With your strength that you found somewhere, you body slammed the fireman in the hips as hard as you could and that managed to get him, and yourself, to the ground. His arms encircled around you, out of instinct you think, and you were buried into his firejacket while his back took most of the brute hit from the ground. The office building behind you exploded like an action movie and you felt the heat from the building behind you multiply by 1000 and a loud noise ring your ears to the point where you could only hear white noise for a second.

You hesitantly opened your eyes expecting ash to sting them or you see the light of heaven letting you know that you died. Thankfully, you were still mostly in one piece, but the sight of the person you suspected was responsible running from said exploding building was the first thing you saw while lying on the ground. This isn’t an action movie, but you couldn’t convince your brain that it wasn’t.

You got up from the ground and started sprinting after the man, your body and lungs screaming at you to stop and rest, but your adrenaline said ‘no’. You kept following the man around a few corners, not even stopping to think if he was armed or not when a cop car came from an alley and hit him T-bone style. It didn’t kill him, but it flung him a few feet in the opposite direction. He definitely wouldn’t be resisting arrest anytime soon.

“Hands on your head.” you heard shout in front of you. You kept yours on the back of your head just so the cop would know you weren’t putting up a fight.

You took this opportunity to cough your lungs out in the middle of an alley because they were exhausted from being filled with smoke and then asked to run a marathon.

The cop was quick to cuff the man and lock him in the back of her squad car. She then came around and stood next to your hunched over figure. “Just try to breath deeply mame.” After a few more minutes of coughing your lungs out you finally had the strength to look up at her. Your eyes were watered and probably red from the smoke, but you could still make out most of what she looked like. She was a middle aged black woman and had short black hair that swooped to one side. She still was in her full uniform and a bullet proof vest.

“Did you get him?” Why was that the first thing you asked? No thank you, just that?

“Yes mame, we did. Your speed and quick thinking guided him right to us. What were you doing chasing a man like him anyway?”

You struggled to stand up, but you were able to keep some of your decency before you spoke to her. “I saw him walking away from my office building that exploded, and no one runs unless they have something to hide, so I just mindlessly chased after him. I chased him and you T-boned him. Problem solved.” You clapped your hands brushing the dust off them like you did a job well done.

“You were in the building five blocks from here that exploded into flames?” Have I really been running for five blocks? Wow. Might as well act as if you run regularly.

“Yes, and if the fire inspection comes to it, can I testify against my boss? He’s a frugal piece of shit, so I doubt that the building was up to code.” She seemed to give me a satisfied smirk.

“Ok. I like a strong independent women who knows what she wants. Come with me and I’ll give you a ride to the station and get a statement from you.”

“Thank you, Miss…”

“Athena, and if you ever want to be a cop or detective, I’ll put in a referral for you to get started into the training. We’d love to have you.”

So that’s how your day ended. Athena drove you and her suspect to the police station, you gave a statement of what happened and how bad the building you worked in was. You left your contact information incase they needed anything else or they wanted you for the detective job. She even gave you a ride back to your, surprisingly, not destroyed car that was parked outside of your office building.

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**Buck’s POV, later that day at station 118**

I walked back up the stairs after a shower to find most of the team in the kitchen. Bobby was making something that smelled delicious for dinner. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what happened earlier.

“Hey Hen, did some lady come to the ambulance at the fire of that warehouse office building today?” I sat down at the kitchen table next to her.

“We had a couple people there today but no one needed to go to the hospital, just needed some extra oxygen. Why, you recognize someone?”

“No it’s just…” Do I say that the muscles of a fireman lost against someone’s adrenaline. I decide to leave that part out. “Just someone was running away from the fire and after someone and I just wanted to make sure they’re ok. I couldn’t find them afterwards.”

“Hey everyone.” Athena walked up the stairs to the kitchen area and greeted everyone.

“Hey Athena.” I didn’t put too much enthusiasm into my greeting. She went and kissed Bobby really quick and came back to me. “Why you so down Buck?”

“He’s trying to find someone who ran off from the fire today.” Hen answered for me.

“You mean the one that body slammed you before the building blew up.”

Well, thanks for saving me the embarrassment Bobby. I gave him that you seriously just said that look that he’s probably given me a million times.

“Yes, that one. She just ran off after body slamming me and it wasn’t a reactionary thing she did it BEFORE the building blew up, like right before.” Athena gave me a knowingly smile apparently knowing something that I didn’t.

“Oh yes, I know who she is. She’s real sweet. Caught our bomber, gave a statement about what she witness, and was willing to testify.” She was saying this like it was no deal as easy as asking what you had for breakfast that morning.

“You know her. I wanted to see if I could thank her because she helped me avoid getting a face full of flames.”

“Well, I still have her number. But Buck …”

“Yes.” Athena always has something up her sleeve.

“Treat her right. She talked about the building she worked in. She deserves something good.”

“Yes mame.” That wasn’t even my intention, but Buck 3.0 is the most respectful out of all the Bucks.

Athena gave me her number and I went to one of the fire department office rooms where it was more quiet and less people would come in to interrupt or tease me for wanting to talk to a girl I barely met. I type in her number and wait while the ringtones go by. Then there’s that unfortunate monotone voice of an answering machine. I decide to leave a message anyway.

“Hey Y/n, it’s Buck. Well you don’t know my name yet but I’m the firefighter you slammed earlier today. Athena, the cop, gave me your number. I just wanted to thank you for saving me. You were really brave I heard, chasing down an armed aronsist. **Hurry up Buck, you have limited voicemail space** I just wanted to thank you and see if you wanted to go out sometime … so I can properly thank you in person I mean. Well I-.” The call hung me up. Hope that got saved.

I decided to take a walk around the trucks and clear my head. Before I made even one lap around, I got a text.

Hey Buck. Nice to finally know your name. Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad from the body slam earlier. My phone’s out of whack and not accepting calls since it got cracked in my street chase today, but I’d love to go to cheesecake factory with you sometime, or even just walking on the boardwalk. You text me your availability, since I’m out of a job for now. Hehe. -Y/n

Ok Buck, don't mess this up.

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jordancallowayswife · 1 year

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Jordan calloway>> 🥰

Im back with another late post for y'all tehe 🤭but anyways if y'all have any requests on what y'all wanna see me post leave it in the comments or message me I love hearing y'all's feedback :)

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#jordan calloway #fine firefighters #cal fire #fire country #drumlineanewbeat #drumline movie #marvel #wakanda forever #michael b jordan #funny memes #cat memes #2000s style #2000s memes

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birdblorbo · 1 year

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Loser’s Club as Very Specific Sensory Issues because I have Sensory Issue’s

Also known as me heavily projecting onto my comfort characters. Also brief Stenbrough cause I love them.

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Bill: Loud noises. For obvious reasons Bill hates storms so the rain and especially thunder tip him off, but anything resembling thunder can also freak him out. For example loud music with a lot of drumming (I was in marching band for years and drumline alone would probably give him a panic attack. I hate drumline). He doesn’t like concerts or movies in theaters because of how strong the sounds are without him being able to control it. Headphones are ok because he can lower it when he chooses, though he prefers to just mute out any sound with ear plugs rather than mute out outside sounds with music unless the drumming in the song is very light and slow. If he can’t do either he likes to lay his head on Stan’s chest or just another loser if Stan’s not around so he can hear their heartbeat. The steadiness helps calm him down while reassuring him they are alive and well.

Stan: Being touched. There are very few exceptions where Stan is comfortable with touch and he is more comfortable with certain losers touching him over others. He is most comfortable with Bill least comfortable with Richie. (Full scale: Bill, Mike, Ben, Bev, Eddie, Richie) Richie calls it favoritism but its mostly on a scale of movement. Bill is very stable with Stan, making sure to limit his movements. Also he has been helping Stan become more comfortable with casual affection as Bill is very affectionate. Going along with the previous when Bill lays on him it is a comfort for both as Bill can hold onto him while Stan is on the outside able to push him off if needed rather than feeling surrounded. Ben and Mike are just very stable on their own. Beverly is in the middle, she can be still if needed but prefers not to. While Eddie and Richie on the other hand can’t sit still to save their lives and the sudden and relentless movements freak Stan out. When hugging someone his arms have to be the one on the outside, if they are on the inside he feels trapped.

Chewing Noises. He can’t stand any sort of chewing noises and has to stop eating if he can hear himself or someone else chewing. He immediately loses his appetite at the sound no matter if he is in the middle of eating or is about to eat. Saliva in general also grosses him out. For example if a dog drools on him or is excessively drooling in general he loses his appetite as well.

Eddie: Food textures. Eddie is not a picky eater taste wise but the texture could completely make or break it. He hates jello. He refuses to even touch it with his finger. Also he hates excessive oil. If he can feel the oil on his fingers after touching it, then it’s too much. (You know those frosting that leave a film on your tongue? Yeah I hate those and so does he). If he doesn’t like the texture of a food he will completely refuse to eat it.

Richie: Too tight or too loose shoes. He is constantly tying and untying his shoes as they are never perfect. Also it’s a nervous habit. He mostly despises too tight of shoes but fears if they aren’t tight they will fall off when he runs so he is always trying to find the balance between the two. This also applies to button ups. He always leaves them unbuttoned because he fiddles with the top button if it’s fully done up. On the occasion he has to dress nice he hates the top button. When it’s undone it feel too loose and rubs at his skin, but if it’s buttoned it feels like it’s choking him.

Beverly: Fabrics. She hates anything knitted, (Seriously knitted clothing and blankets feel horrible and I will die on this hill. I also can’t stand the feeling of jeans so I’m choosing to ignore her overalls). She exclusively wears faux denim as real denim makes her itch. She both hates and loves dresses. She hates them because of the objectification when she wears them but loves them because there is less fabric touching her and if it does it is very brief so as long as the top is comfortable she doesn’t have to worry about the bottom.

Ben: Tight clothing. He can’t stand the feeling of restriction tight clothes cause, especially on his legs. He hates the way pants tighten on his thighs when he bends his knees thus wears either very loose thin pants or shorts. (There’s this pair of pants I own that never tighten on my thighs no matter how I sit and I love them) He also cannot stand long socks, they squeeze his calfs too much.

Mike: Smoke. Any bit of smoke makes him cough and along with that sometimes strong smells do too, like a really strong candle. He hates cities because of the amount of cigarette smoke and if he sees someone smoking he holds his breathe until they pass or he passes them. He cannot sit close to the fire and especially cannot sit in the direction the smoke is blowing.

Can you tell I project myself onto Stan highly?

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 months

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Thank you @jellybeanium124 and @catbells-and-summerlinens for tagging me! <3

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Yep, it's a Jewish tradition to name kids after deceased loved ones! My English name (Atticus) is after a family friend and my Hebrew name (Akiva) is from a great-grandfather.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

I really don't cry easily or often! It's maybe a very brief once-a-year type deal so I don't remember.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope. I'd maybe like to adopt a teenager someday, but absolutely not in the near future for me.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I am genuinely the least sporty person alive lol. I would tolerate badminton in high school during weekly gym class but that's it. I did marching band for a few years though (drumline babee)

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Sometimes? Not really often.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Brown!

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I prefer happy endings! I really like scary movies, too, but if the ending isn't satisfying I'm not gonna be thrilled with the whole experience.

ANY TALENTS?

Uhh I'm really good at picking up languages ig? I grew up in a multilingual household and I guess that made it a lot easier.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Appalachian USA!

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, model ship building, and piano :)

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Yep, I love animals. I have a dog (bratty corgi mix), a cat, and a few snakes. Snakes are awesome pets.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5’7.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

History! I also really enjoyed English and loved chemistry.

DREAM JOB?

Professor. Gettin' there, I'm working on my history phd now!

Tagging...I'm awful at remembering who I've already seen get tagged, so if you see this and you wanna do it go wild, just tag me because I want to see your answers! 👀

#tag game

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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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why my momma got me and my sisters in here watching drumline 😭

not drumline!!!! I swear that movie feels like a fever dream 😭😭😭😭

#it was good though #cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷

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taikoturtle · 3 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Thank you @ramb-of-god for the tag. I too have not done one of these in years lol

1) Are you named after anyone?

2) When was the last time you cried?

I'm not quite sure, but I guess the last time I can recall was last October.

3) Do you have kids?

Nope

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

In a team setting, I've played basketball, soccer (american meaning of soccer lol), and softball. I also like to snowboard.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah sometimes I do, but I'm not very good at it haha.

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

I guess their clothes and hair? I don't really know.

7) What's your eye color?

Brown

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I'll watch scary movies but they also sometimes give me nightmares so I guess I prefer happy over scary.

9) Any talents?

I'm musically inclined. Played a bunch of instruments when I was younger (violin, viola, drumline pit section [i.e. xylophone, vibraphone, marimba etc.], and taiko). Also I can make gifs.

10) Where were you born?

Southern California

11) What are your hobbies?

Playing videogames (primarily PS5 stuff), reading fanfics, making gifs, and watching TV shows. I used to doodle, but not anymore. Currently I've become obsessed with kpop again lol but I try to keep it off my main blog since y'all didn't follow me for that hahaha.

12) Do you have any pets?

Nope, not currently. I used to have rats and dogs growing up as a kid though.

13) How tall are you?

5'5" (167cm)

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

Music and English back when I was in high school. Then photography back when I was in college.

15) What is your dream job?

Working for a videogame company! It'll never happen, but I think it's probably for the best. I feel like when you work in the industry that you like as a hobby, it can sometimes kill your love for it? I think right now I'm fairly happy with product development. I think maybe a toy company might be more fun, to work on figurines or dabble in soft goods.

Tagging: @arashimaru @unicornaffair @oclcl @moondrifts @molten-stardust - feel free to do this if ya want.

#tag game #ramb-of-god #thanks again for the tag #i actually find these games fun to do #also please dont hate me for calling it soccer hahahha

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sznofthesticks · 7 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings 🩵

1. Are you named after anyone?

my parents say after rachel in the bible, I'm adamant it was after rachel greene from friends. my mom was obsessed with friends in the 90s and especially with her character.

2. When was the last time you cried?

probably when i broke my ankle 3 weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports do you play/have played?

i played softball and soccer in elementary school but really only to appease my dad. i hated it. i was a band kid, but the indoor competitive drumline i was in felt like a sport even tho it really wasn't lol

5. Do you use sarcasm?

often, usually with my sister lol

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

um idk. i agree with anne that my social anxiety is so awful i don't really notice much when meeting new people, I'm more focused on all the pounding thoughts in my head.

7. What’s your eye color?

Hazel/greenish

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i love stupid horror movies, as you can probably see from my icon. OG scream is a comfort movie to me so take that as you wish

9. Any talents?

eh not really. maybe cooking? i really love it and guess I'm kinda good at it?

10. Where were you born?

same shitty small pennsylvania town i still live in

11. What are your hobbies?

reading, cooking, listening to music i guess?

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have two cats! The grey tuxedo in the box is puff (i call her puffy!) and the grey tabby is pepper!

13. How tall are you?

5'3"

14. Favorite subject in school?

probably history. with the right teacher, history can be interesting and fascinating to learn!

15. Dream job?

if we're being honest, getting paid 100K/year to just be a full time fan girl sounds great. but that's not real life. after graduation from university next year my goal is to be a substance abuse counselor, i would say that's my realistic dream.

No pressure tagging @carlos-in-glasses @sweetest-devotion @fortheloveofbuddie @inkweedandlizards @oldfangirl81 @tailoredshirt @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @tarlosmalec @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @lightningboltreader @acrock31 @mikibwrites @manorta-elan99 (ope i don't think i have a 15th mutual to tag so 14 will have to do)

#tag game

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