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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @rafaelfms​

         " i know i didn't answer your text but i was like — sleeping. "     until very recently too, if it weren't clear from the slightly gravelly voice and foggy glaze still not quite cleared from his eyes. the phone in question had also been at all of five percent by the time he'd made it back to his apartment after his shift and then he'd neglected to plug it in before collapsing into his bed — not that MUCH could've woken him from his slumber at that point ; there was no better ingredient for a good night’s sleep than exhaustion. oh well, if rafael was't already aware and understanding of his SPORADIC texting habits, then this friendship was headed for a dead end faster than it even started. a hand rests on the door jam as he frowns up at rafael, his still waking brain finally piecing together the clues in front of him,     " — are you DRUNK ?? "

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @noamoreno​

          ryan’s on hour SIXTEEN of his TWENTY-FOUR off, nicely recharged with a rare heavy night’s rest and a couple strong & sweet cups of coffee from the cafe down the street in him. so refreshed that he even takes the stairs up to the sixth floor ; little extra EFFORT never hurt anyone ( well, he knows better than anyone that isn’t quite true, but the sentiment is nice ). there’s someone camped out in front of one of the doors on the sixth floor hall when he finally reaches it, not his but one next to his, he realizes as he gets closer. her face isn’t as familiar as her VOICE, but he recognizes her readily enough, just barely containing an eyeroll as he comes to a halt outside his own apartment. he balances his cup of coffee in one hand, pulls his keys from his pocket with a jangle with the other. it takes a little wiggling of the doorknob to get the lock to turn before his gaze lands on the other.      “ — locked out ?? ”     he asks finally, tone uncharacteristically unsympathetic, but he can’t quite find it in himself to compassionate toward the number two reason he never seemed to get enough sleep around here. ever.

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @celestefm​

          “ um — i’ll take a small of the mint chip, please. ”     ryan finally pulls his gaze away from the brightly colored ice cream to fumble open his wallet, the amount counted out PRECISELY given the number of times he frequents this place. it’s less about the ice cream ( adequate enough ) and more about EMOTIONAL states — there’s a reason ice cream gets called the break up food. not that ryan is broken up, at least no more than is usual for these past couple months ; maybe that’s why he’s here so often. he hands the cashier his money, a few coins dropping with a clatter from the pouch of his wallet he neglected to zip shut once more. a tired sigh escapes his lips.      “ — fuck. ”     what was fifty cents in the long run anyway ??

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @jfcmj​

          it’s not that ryan doesn’t like plants ; it’s just that most days it feels like he can barely take care of himself let along remember some green non-sentient being that’s ultimately going to DIE because he probably has whatever the opposite of a green thumb is. regardless, he’s finally fed up enough with his mother’s comments about his tragically EMPTY bedroom he skypes her from. the rest of the apartment is adequately decorated, but that’s only because of his roommate and not any effort on his part. ( you gotta start LIVING, ry — yeah, living. RIGHT ). fingers toy with the familiar shape of his pendant around his neck as he surveys his plant options before him and realizes he’s got absolutely no clue. the pendent zips along its chain, a nervous tick he’s picked up these past couple months,     “ so — which one’s the EASIEST ?? ”

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @dizzyfm​

          he’s EXHAUSTED and STARVING, boiling water on the stove to make pasta because it’s the easiest thing to make that doesn’t go in a microwave — ryan has some standards, okay. thoughts are already preoccupied on what it’ll feel like to fall into his bed and sleep away another 24 hours shift just in time to go at it again, when the fire alarm goes off ; the irony is NOT lost on him as he’s shoving keys and his wallet into his pockets. it’s midday, so it’s not like there are a ton of people in the building, obvious as he pushes open the door and makes his way down the near empty stairwell. he’s not moving with all that much URGENCY, but that’s just because he’s pretty sure someone’s burned their toast again and not that the building is in danger of going up in flames. he peers over the railing, sighing at the sight of the distance he still has to descend,      “ — WHY did i decide to live on the top floor ?? ”

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anonymous requested: TK + chewing on the hoodie drawstring

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          ✧・ﾟ:    ronen rubenstein  + male  +  he/him    |    if  you’re  ever  by  room  𝟔𝐆  ,  you  might  see  𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍  floating  around.  you  know  ,  the  𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  year  old   𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒  who’s  lived  in  the  complex  for  𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒  ?  you  know  ,  the  firefighter-paramedic  seems  to  remind  everyone  of  𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓, & 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .  i  wonder  if  that  has  to  do  with  their  𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  yet 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍  personality    |    oliver .  they / them.  22.  est.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

**tw death, accidents**

— born and raised in CHICAGO. his mother was a surgeon, his father a lawyer so he had a pretty comfortable life growing up.

— decided he wanted to be a paramedic when he was twelve and witnessed them in action saving his father’s life after a terrible car accident. his father went on to make a full recovery because of them and ryan knew from that moment that’s what he was going to do.

— after high school, he completed an EMT program at one of the local community colleges in chicago as well as firefighter training. he then shadowed for six months with the CFD before going on to complete the paramedic program at malcom x college.

— at 21 he returned to the CFD to serve full-time. for two and a half years, it was an incredible experience and he felt like he’d truly found his place in the world and then tragedy struck.

— he doesn’t really remember how it happened, how his best friend matthew became fatally injured saving someone else, all he knows is that in the end he couldn’t save him and that no one deserves to have someone they love die in their arms.

— losing matthew hit ryan incredibly hard, shaking his confidence in the field and in himself. he took some time off before ultimately deciding he needed to get out of chicago.

— two months ago ( mid-june 2020 ) a connection panned out and a spot opened up in one of the las vegas fire & rescue stations and ryan took it.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

— he watches the sun rise every day without fail. it reminds him to appreciate life and that every day is a gift because tomorrow is not always a given.

— he wears a silver pendent necklace ( rectangular with dark diagonal striping ) that belonged to matthew. his family thought ryan would want it and now he rarely ever takes it off.

— ryan is actually a talented writer, though few know it. he has a blog that is run under a psued that he updates sporadically.

— bisexual and has known for a while now

— jewish and is also fluent in hebrew

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

— since matthew’s death ( approx. 3 months ago ), ryan has become more withdrawn and private. he’s always taken to internalizing things as not to be a burden on anyone else, but especially now. he smiles less than he used to, and is still very much grieving. he went through grief counseling after matthew’s death but could currently probably use more therapy...

— he has a kind heart and genuinely wants the best for people even if it’s not the best for himself. his tendency to trust people and always see the best in them has led to him getting his heart broken a few too many times, and yet it has not dampened his kindness.

— extremely adaptable and thrives under pressure. it takes a lot to make him lose his temper or his cool.

— he’s still working on trusting his instincts and finding his confidence again. not so deep down he still blames himself for losing matthew, and no matter how many lives he saves after him it feels too insignificant.

—  this picture here really captures the vibe idk don’t ask

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

— ryan stands at 5′11″ 160 lbs, with a lithe but strong build, brown hair, grey eyes. general appearance & styling is ronen’s role as tk strand in 9-1-1 lone star

— he dresses very simply when not in uniform, employing the use of hoodies and jeans often and shorts and plain t-shirts in the summer. he prefers solid colors over patterns or designs.

— tattoos: some sort of minimalistic triangle geometric design on his left bicep, a straight dark line down the length of his right inside forearm.

— scars: too many to count, but most notably a scar on his jawline from a building rescue back in chicago

— does not need glasses or contacts.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

        honestly, i prefer to vibe with people and find something that will work with both of our muses, but a few ideas :

— people he’s helped or family/friends of people he’s helped

— friends or others who knew matthew ( his bg is pretty open lol ) and i just want the Angst thank u

— old friends, childhood friends from chicago, etc.

𝐎𝐎𝐂

          hello, everyone !! i’m oliver ( or ollie ) and i truly just binged both 9-1-1s in the past week or so and i am in my feelings. felt a little bit like cheating to play ronen as a firefighter, so... just... moved him very very slightly to the left... to paramedic.