#firefighter!141

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I know we all love these military man, but outside of the game, me personally? Not fan of cops lol. BUT I am a sucker for firefighters! Gods, think about the 141 as firefighters.

Imagine you're a normal desk worker. Focused on your tasks, tired and wanting to just flee home and curl up in your couch with sone good takeout and a movie.

The fire alarm sounding wasn't what scared you, it was how quickly the smoke started filtering in. Something had a malfunction, and now the department is on fire, great, really what you needed today.

You stand to leave, only pocketing your phone, thankful your bag was in the lockers that aren't on this side of the building. But you can't make yourself run like the others when you notice the office's cat — the stray tabby everyone kind of loved enough to let hang out there — was still in the supervisor's room. The glass door closed, trapping it inside.

You run to it, taking the scared cat in your arms, it meows and clings to you as you start running out. But the smoke is blinding, and you feel lost. Looking around and coughing as you try to move, heaving the sirens on the distance, people talking and screaming outside. You accidentally burn your leg, nothing much, but it still made you yelp, feeling dread pool in your stomach as you realized you'll be dying on a random Friday because you stopped to save a cat.

You let out a scream when you're suddenly lift up, thrown back by it, but the man doesn't budge, carrying you like you weight nothing. He says that he'll get you out, and he does. He's wearing a mask, so he wouldn't breathe in the smoke, but you could see a few strands of dirty blonde hair peeking from his helmet, aswell as the brown eyes that stare at you through blonde lashes. The cat meows and you immediately snap out of admiring the hot firefighter that just saved your life, cooing at the cat before thaking the man.

He nods and takes you to where a man with beautiful brown skin and a face for a model help you with the tabby and make sure you're okay. The blonde firefighter having moved to help out with taking the fire out, two other firefighters, one blue eyes and an older looking one, handle the high-pressure hose.

You sit there, catching your breath with a cat on your lap, and soon enough the fire is controlled and you receive an email from your supervisor saying everyone will get the next weeks off for now until the servers are back up. After leaving the tabby to be treated by the firefighters, lesrning their names by listening as they talk between themselves, you see Johnny, the blue eyed one that was helping Price with the hose, pat the tabby and say something about taking it to the station.

And if after a few days you find out where the fire station is and pass by it with a bunch of homeade pastries with the intentions of seeing the cat, and you end up casually giving the baked goods to the handsome firefighters, it's just out of gratitude, sure isn't just to ogle their deliciously built forms.

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Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out Pt. 2

Johnny drags you inside the station, ignoring the confused looks he gets from the other men inside. He walks you over to the oldest of them, a man with a beard sporting a hat, and introduces you. 

“This is oor captain, Price,” Johnny says, his arm still over your shoulder. “Cap, bonnie ‘ere lost their keys doon th’ drain. Can we gi’ them a hand?”

“I’m sure Gary could get to them,” Price says, offering a warm smile and his hand to shake, which you do. “You rest here mux.” He turned to the couch where a man with dark, curly hair sat. “Kyle, keep our guest company, we’ll be back.” He pats Johnny on the shoulder and the two leave to find Gary and retrieve your keys. 

Kyle stands from the couch and walks over. He’s handsome, pretty you think. He definitely knows it too as he catches you staring, giving you a smile. “Hungry?” he asks.

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Simon emerged from the showers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his damp towel slung over his broad shoulders as his blond hair was still dripping wet. The station house was quiet. Johnny must still be out walking Riley. 

A quiet laugh broke that silence though. One that made his stony heart skip a beat. Simon made his way towards the common area, finding the one thing he never expected. You. 

Kyle was sitting with one arm on the couch behind you, the other on his leg. You hadn’t noticed Simon yet, too engrossed in Kyle’s story about the time Riley climbed into the open window of a cop car to get into a bag of treats the officer had hidden under his seat.

“So Riley was hanging halfway out this cop’s car, an’ Johnny’s trying to get him out before the cop gets back,” Kyle said. “Turns out, the cop had a bag of treats in the car. Found out when Simon called Riley over. Rascal had the bag hanging out his mouth.” 

The sound of your laugh makes Simon’s heart race and he finds himself jealous of the way your fingers gently scratched behind Riley’s ear as the dog’s head lays in your lap. 

Simon can’t help but stare. He’d always known how pretty you were, but seeing you here in the station.. He only wished he was the one you were sitting with. That he was the one making you laugh so easily. 

“Bonnie! We got yer keys!” Johnny calls, coming up behind Simon. 

Your head whips around, catching a glimpse of Simon as he turns on his heels and retreats deeper into the station. 

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In his room, Simon’s heart pounds in his chest. He runs a large hand through his blond hair, his mind racing. All he’d wanted these past few months was to know you better, though he’d never been able to bring himself to speak more than a few words to you. Never had he thought he’d see you in the firehouse, much less cozied up on their couch. What were you even doing here? 

A knock on his door brought his answer. Simon quickly pulled on his privacy mask, some part of him hoping it was you. Instead he saw Johnny. 

“Aye, Si, did ye see we git a guest?” Johnny asked with that cheeky grin of his. Ah. That was it. Johnny brought you here. 

“I saw..” Simon said, keeping his voice measured despite his urge to to tear Johnny in half for getting up the nerve to talk to you before he could. 

“Ye never told me tha’ wee thing wis so cuit,” Johnny pressed. “S’already git Kyle wrapped ‘round their wee finger.”

Simon’s dark eyes sharpened. Johnny always knew just how to get under his thick skin. 

“Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye,” Johnny continued. “Looked a might fash when ye stormed off.”

“Didn’t ‘ave m’ mask,” Simon muttered. “Wasn’t expecting them..”

“Aye, ha t’ git Gary t’ rescue their keys,” Johnny explained. His blue eyes briefly looked Simon up and down. “Y’should say ‘ello. Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye.”

Johnny was dense but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Simon could get anyone he wanted, he had the looks to make just about anyone, including Johnny himself, melt. If only Simon had the confidence to actually talk to anyone. 

When Simon didn’t budge, Johnny decided to push further. “Aye wis think’n, LT,” he started. “I might ask ‘em oot fer coffee.” Johnny shrugged as he watched Simon tense. 

Simon shoved past Johnny, making his way to the common area again. Leaving Johnny grinning at his door.

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“Coffee.”

Simon’s gruff voice startles you. You hadn’t seen him enter the room, much less hear him walk up behind where you were sitting on the couch. 

You blink those pretty eyes up at him. “What?”

“With me.” He doesn’t seem to be asking by his tone, but his eyes are almost pleading. 

“Uh.. sure,” you say, unable to keep the smile from your lips. 

The tension in Simon’s shoulders melted away. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

[thelaisydazy]

We find out it’s everyone’s favorite puppy’s birthday and bake a dog friendly cake for the best baby

and some cookies for the 141 too I guess

mostly for everyone’s favorite firefighting puppy

The goodest boy NEEDS HIS CAKE

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It was well after closing and you were still at the bakery. You’d heard through Johnny that it was Riley’s birthday today and you wanted to drop off something for the pup. Luckily, your boss was more than happy to let you use the bakery to prepare a little doggy cake and a tray of cookies. 

Covered in flour and icing made from greek yogurt and peanut butter, you admired your work. You weren’t exactly skilled at cake decorating, but even you had to admit the little cake looked cute. It was simple, just some nice icing swirls. The cookies were even simpler, just a batch of plain sugar cookies.

You loaded everything into boxes and balanced them in your arms as you locked the door. You spare a look at the gray sky, you had to hurry up and drop everything off before it started to rain.

It wasn’t easy, but after a while you finally managed to reach the station house. Using the heel of your shoe, you knock on the side door. 

It’s Kyle that greets you, that beautiful smile on his face. “Hello luv,” he says warmly before his eyes flicker to the boxes in your arms. Without asking he reaches to lift them from your arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Johnny mentioned it was Riley’s birthday,” you say smiling back at him as he takes the boxes. “I wanted to drop off some goodies. There’s a dog-safe cake for Riley and some sugar cookies for the rest of you.”

“Gaz!” You hear Johnny call from further inside. “Is Simon back wi’ Riley?” He rounds the corner, spotting you with a wide grin. “Bonnie!”

“Our sweet thing came to drop off cake and cookies,” Kyle said, shuffling back as Johnny came running up. “I was about to invite them in.”

“Oh, no I don’t wanna impose,” you said. “Besides, I should head home before the rain starts.”

Almost on cue, the sky opened up, dumping buckets of water outside. 

“Or maybe I could stick around..”

“That’s th’ spirit!” Johnny laughed. “C’mon, we’re get’n set upstairs.” 

You follow Kyle and Johnny upstairs, greeting Price and Gary with a smile. Price was standing at the base of a ladder, cigar between his lips as he held the ladder steady for Gary, who was at the top hanging some blue and yellow streamers. “What have we got here?” Price asks, looking you over. 

“Cake for Riley,” Kyle answers, placing the boxes down  on a counter. 

“An’ cookies!” Johnny piped in, opening the cookie box and swiping one for himself. Kyle shooed him away before he could take any more. 

A few moments later, the door opens and Simon comes trudging in, Riley in tow. They’re both soaked, but they perk up as soon as they see you. Riley’s leash slips from Simon’s hand as the dog runs for the cookie in Johnny’s hand.

You grab a dish towel from the kitchen and walk up to Simon, tossing it over his wet hair. “You got rained on,” you giggle. He hums in response, bending so you can dry his hair more easily, just happy to be standing near you.

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I saw your firefighter post! And I didn’t know if it was recent!! So I’ll drop one in! Firefighter141 x reader. Where captain price leads his team on a call for a burning down old run down cottage! And that’s when they meet you- a sweet southern girl! Whose food she cooks and words are TOOTH - ROTTING. I like to think firefighter141! Live in like a sorta deserted town. With a diner here and there and cottages! So a burning Down cottage is a BIG thing! And they’re so caring and protective of you! I hope you enjoy this asks as much as I am! - 🎀

I love the idea of them in a little middle-of-nowhere town with just a few things around. I'm mandating a forest as well though.

Not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for, but this made me want to write Price comforting the Cottagecore Cutie.

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You're shaking. Your world is crashing down, and all you can do is stand in place in front of your perfect little cottage, watching uselessly as it burns down. 

You don’t hear the sirens. You don’t acknowledge the arms that wrap around you, leading you away from the footpath leading to your front door. You sit on the cool metal of the fire engine.

“You’re alright luv,” the firefighter says. Behind him, the small brigade starts in on your home, fighting the blaze that ruins it. A gloved hand gently touches your cheek, drawing you from your catatonic state and to the man in front of you. 

Captain Price. 

“Stay with me sweet thing,” he says. “Is there anyone else inside?” You shake your head and he reports into his radio. “What happened?”

“I.. I don’t..” you start, trailing off. You’d been baking. You were always baking something. Tears sting your eyes as Price shushes you gently. 

“Just breathe,” he coos. Seeing you still shaking, he shrugs off his massive jacket and drapes it over you. It smells of cigars and something woodsy, it’s comforting. 

“I was making cookies,” you finally say. “I left the room for just a minute, and there was a boom and-”

“Your gas line broke,” Price supplied. Your cottage was outfitted with old appliances, it wasn’t surprising something failed. He reached for his radio. “Johnny, find the gas main and shut it off.”

Tears stung at your eyes. “I.. I’m sorry,” you hiccup, guilt weighing in your chest. Everything was gone. Your home, all your belongings, everything. Before you can say much else, Price’s strong arms pull you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth. 

“It’s not your fault luv,” he says. “You’re safe and that’s all that matters.” 

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idk if you've ever watched either of the 9-1-1 shows (or Chicago Fire) but...

in my mind, firefighter!Johnny is Evan Buckley coded always getting injured bc he pulls off the most difficult rescues without thinking and gets written up constantly.

idk if that's something for you!

ABSOLUTELY!!

I've never seen those BUT I can totally see him being just like that.

Price is constantly having to write Johnny up for something stupid he did. Like the time he ran back into a burning building to rescue a little old lady's cat despite being told not to go back as there was a risk of flashover.

Simon even had to pull him out from a search and rescue after Johnny's oxygen ran out and he refused to leave. He ended up passing out from smoke inhalation and needing to spend several weeks recovering.

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His head cleared and he could hear a roaring in his ears as an oxygen mask was pressed to his face. Johnny took several deep breaths, a hand coming up to hold the mask more securely to his face, startling the paramedic standing over him. 

Johnny’s blue eyes opened to see the paramedic staring wide eyed at him before his eyes found the furious gaze of Simon. 

“What the hell were you thinking MacTavish!” It was Captain Price’s voice that shouted over the chaos. “There were live rounds in that building! You could’ve been killed!”

Johnny might’ve cared more about being reamed out on a stretcher by his captain, if it wasn’t for the look on Simon’s face. 

“Si, I-”

“Go to the hospital Johnny,” Simon said. He took a step closer, leaning over the Scotsman. Their faces close enough that had it not been for Simon’s mask, Johnny might’ve been able to feel his breath. The lieutenant's gaze was intense and even with the mask, Johnny could tell Simon had been seriously worried. “You sc-” Simon cut himself off. “Be more careful, yeah?”

[thelaisydazy]

Hi!! I love love LOVE your fire fighter au SO SO SO much!! I’ve been thinking about how they would react to a fire at your place or the bakery? Or if it burned down?

I am uhh new to requests and tumblr stuff in general so sorry if your requests aren’t open!! 🥺❤️

Hi anon! If the request button is up on my blog, you're welcome to drop in anytime!

I've had the idea for a fire at the bakery for a while now but never finished writing it. I hope you like it!

CW: fire, injury (mentioned)

You’re in the back of the bakery, the air is thick with black smoke. You crouch close to the tile floor, coughing desperately for air. 

You came in slightly earlier that morning. It was just you and a new baker, one you were certain didn’t know a deep fryer from a mixer. He’d shouted for you to help him finish icing a couple cakes, you weren’t the most skilled at it but he assured you it wasn’t for a special order so you just went with it. 

Then he just vanished, not telling you about the already burning bread in the oven and the overused parchment paper left in a heap near the fryer. As you turned to fry a couple donuts, the parchment ignited. It spread so fast you couldn’t escape, you were trapped. 

You were going to die. There was no way you were not going to die here. You lay your head down on the tile, still desperately gasping for oxygen. 

There was a loud crash near the double doors that led to the storefront. You think it might be the shelves collapsing as they’re burned away. You don’t see the shape that pushes through those doors. You don’t hear it as it stomps up to you, crouching low to wrap strong arms around you. 

Air.

Oxygen floods your lungs and your head clears and you catch sight of a firefighter. He’s huge but he carries you as though you might shatter to pieces if he’s not careful. You barely catch a glimpse of a skull under the helmet as you’re lifted into his strong arms. 

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You wake up in the hospital, the bright lights stinging your eyes. 

“Aye! They’re awake!” A familiar voice shouts before the room fills with people. 

Your vision clears and you recognize the voice belonging to Johnny, and he isn’t alone. Kyle, John, and finally Simon flood the room, all fussing over you. 

“You had us scared to death, love,” Kyle’s gentle voice coos. “We didn’t think you’d make it for a minute there.”

John’s gentle hand finds your head, smoothing over your tangled hair and he offers you a warm smile. Your eyes find Simon though, and the sling he’s wearing. 

“What happened?” you ask, worry settling over your features.

“The bakery was going to collapse,” John answered. “Simon insisted on going in to look for you, he got you out just in time.”

Your stomach twisted at the idea that he'd gotten hurt trying to save you. You open your mouth-

“It’s just a sprain,” Simon’s gravelly voice says. “S’not as serious as it looks. ‘M fine.” 

You can’t help but feel as though he’s lying, but you’re in no condition to argue with him. “What about the bakery?” you ask. “Is it..”

“It’s gone, sweet one,” Simon says. “There was nothing we could do.”

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PLEASE MORE FIREFIGHTER PRICE IM BEGGING-

Sorry this took so long love!!

“Hello?” 

You stand in front of the open bay doors at the fire station, a plate of cookies in your hands. The truck was gone so the guys were probably out answering some kind of call, but it was unusual for them to leave the doors open.

“Hello?? Is anyone in?”

You were starting to get worried that they had forgotten to close the doors, not that it was likely that anything would happen to the station, but it meant that they had been in such a rush to leave they hadn’t had time to close it. 

A voice calls out your name from inside, surprising you. Price steps out from the office near the back. “Hello love,” he says, that warm smile on his face as he walks over to where you’re standing. “Did you need something?”

“Oh uhm..” You shove the plate of cookies towards him. “I uhm.. I baked these… for you.” Your face felt warm and you couldn’t look up at him as he took the plate from you. 

“For me?” He parroted. “Thank you, that’s very sweet..” He motions back towards the office. “Why don’t you come in for some tea and we’ll enjoy these together?”

You nod quickly and trail after him. “It’s for helping me with my cottage,” you say.

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Firefighter!141 Tag List

Just curious if anyone would be interested in joining a tag list for the firefighter au. This would only be for the main posts and not for the asks, but if you want to be on the list just reply to this post and I'll get you added.