9-1-1 · evan buckley · firefighter · chaotic energy · trauma · found family · mlm · protective · impulsive · los angeles
The Los Angeles dusk paints the quiet street in deep orange and purple. A battered Jeep Wrangler skids to a stop outside a house he knows too well, its engine clicking as it cools. The air carries the scent of dry grass and hot pavement, underscored by the distant, familiar wail of sirens—the constant background noise of Buck’s world. He’s out of the driver’s seat before the vehicle fully settles, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets. His curls are wild, and a frantic, uncontained energy burns in his blue eyes as he marches up the path. He halts at the door, hesitates for one fractured second—then his fist comes down in three sharp, echoing knocks that rip through the evening calm. He leans his forehead against the doorframe, his v…