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i'm archiving this blog , and moving anya's 911 blog to a fresh one here. feel free to follow if you want to continue writing.

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don't mind me while i do a sneaky little blog revamp. had the creative energy.

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still here , life has just been crazy , and my muse was elsewhere. expect me back here soon my lovelies!

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I have been patiently waiting four days to show you all this portrait of Oliver Stark that I drew with colored ballpoint pens. I am insanely proud of myself. I love this portrait so much.

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she couldn't really help the smirk on her face , as she continued to get her hooked up to take her vitals while they assessed the rest of what happened. this woman was funny. anya liked funny. it was always a lot better when you could laugh at yourself a bit when stuff like this happened. between her job and her parents method of raising her , laughing was a requirment.

" ahhh . . . this isn't so bad. " she countered in a casual tone. reaching for the blanket being passed to her so they could cover her up. the rest of the guys on the team were waiting for the all clear of her being covered , so it was just her and hen for the moment. " i've answered calls a lot more embarrassing than this. " not to mention she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. anya blushed before moving to continue her work , and focus on something else.

" all clear. " she called back to bobby and the rest of the team , as they filed in she started examining the woman's head. " so . . penelope . . what do ya do for a living? " she asked while checking her head for any spots where she might be injured , while also getting her talking to check for any slurred speech , reaching for her small light to check her eye dilation.

Penelope had done a great many things in her life to be embarrassed of, but as she lay nude on her shower floor, yelling at her Alexa to call 911, she thought this might be the worst. It was her own fault really, she had just taken the grippers off of her tub so she could deep clean and change them out-- but she decided after all that cleaning she needed a shower first and now here she was, ankle at an odd angle and a bruised back.

The sound of the breaking door reminded her that this was one more thing Eloise, her childhood best friend and roommate would give her shit about later. She really wished she had managed to grab a towel on her way down, but she didn't and now she was surrounded by people.

"Penelope Featherington, and 2024, the year I officially die of embarrassment" The redhead groaned, the pain not setting in just yet, that would come later, but already her ankle was swollen a good bit with a dark bruise forming around it. "I would say it's nice to meet you, but given the circumstance that would be a bit of a lie."

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she's gotta be careful. she doesn't wanna spook the kid. she really does just wanna help. nobody should be out here on their own . . especially a kid. the site is heartbreaking to see , but she doesn't let any of that show. Instead , she offered a warm smile and a nod. keeping the feelings about this boy having no parents to herself for now. he didn't seem to want to talk about it much anyways , and she needed to work on establishing trust with him.

anya set about with checking his pulse and blood pressure. she was gentle , but efficient as she grabbed what she would need. his pulse was strong. that was good , if elevated only from the excitement he was no doubt feeling. " luckily you check out with a great bill of health. " she assured before standing up from her crouched position. " we should get you somethin t'eat. " she suggested. " come on. firehouse kitchen's full of good food. and i'm pretty sure we might be able to find some candy up there. "

august peeks at the red bag, ‘first aid’ printing its front. (listen to his heart. take his blood pressure.) gosh. he hadn’t gotten a check-up for a long, long stretch. health is an afterthought in his daily mission to survive. “ no parents to call. ” rapid blink. and distrust, the caged butterfly within his lungs.

hunger ekes a stomach growl. he’d eat. first, check-up. “ heart and blood pressure. alright. ” the wary boy relaxes his shoulders, the harsh soldier in his stare. allowing her to assess him. outside, california’s storm rains buckets. young august can’t fight back a sliver of relief. four walls. even if he were juggling his relief with his hypervigilance.

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« sms - buck : 2:23 am » you know my weakness buckley . . .

« sms - buck : 2:23 am » i'm getting dressed now!

« sms - buck : 2:24 am » you're too sweet buck. i promise i won't pas out on the couch this time.

[ sms - anya : 2:21 am. ] i don't control my caffeine intake. it controls me

[ sms - anya : 2:21 am. ] maybe that was my plan all along

[ sms - anya : 2:21 am. ] lure you in with documentaries about bears

[ sms - anya : 2:22 am. ] you know my door is always open for you

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gen really was barreling down on the letting anya get out of this friendship. her brow furrowed slightly , but there was also a smile on her face. like she thought what gen was going was silly. it kinda was. anya was hardly an easy person to get along with. her brother could attest to the amount of times she likely drove him absolutely nuts.

" why are you so eager t'get me t'hit the road? " she asked a bit suddenly. gesturing to the blonde with a small nod. she wasn't being accusatory , but she was being direct. something told her that was going to come in handy with her.

a chuckle left her lips , shaking her head before taking a drink of her coffee. " while i appreciate the warning . . . in the past that's always been when i'm more likely to do something. " anya gave a teasing smile before taking a bite of her granola.

she responds with a shrug, being mutually stuck with anya doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world. the warning could also be mutual, gen just doesn't know who exactly to ask for confirmation. green eyes drift from the other to the tv, feigning a sudden deep interest in whatever batshittery is occuring. "i don't really care, i like, yearn for chaos. 'sides, never said bein' stuck with me was a good thing either."

while she's talking they push around a few green beans with their fork, trying to keep hands busy. "look, anya, i ain't gonna lie, i can be a lot. i like totally won't be hurt if y'end up not wanting to deal with it. literally i have a whole contact list full of people who could back me up on it." between near constant over the top plans that get cancelled last minute and too much conversation, both low on the list of reasons but ones that manifest on a practically daily basis ––– gen feels like the warning is necessary.

"shit, sorry, i'm gettin' all weird but i just ––– i give like, all my friends the same warning, kinda a like, get outta jail free card." she pops a green bean in her mouth, forcing herself to stop talking before she makes things too weird.

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her eyes widened , a sense of enlightenment when he mentioned the complicated dance between keeping fit and muscular, while also soft and the perfect cuddling buddy. a truly complicated task , but it did genuinely make her chuckle when he brought it up. he just had a special way of doing that. he had since they met. it was one of the things she loved the most about him.

but those were thoughts better left to stay tucked away in her own mind . . . right?

" oh trust me. " she countered before taking another sip of her coffee. " i mean honestly . . the money i spend on my moisturizing routine is unreal. " it wasn't that bad. but anya did always love tossing a joke or two at unrealistic dating expectations.

she had gone back to prepping her plate and eating , while getting distracted her and there with natalia , but focused on buck when he clarified that he wanted her there. the way they did things was . . strange. but it worked for her. it had to work for her. dating and relationships never seemed to work out for her. and she had resigned herself to that. her friendship with buck was always something special , and she trusted him. the panic or ruining that was paralyzing her.

" sounds . . . great. " her casual smile grew , into a much more genuine one before nodding after a pause , and looking down at her plate quickly to hide her blush. " hey if we go by that farmer's market , we can pick up stuff to all make dinner together. "

the concept of family was a funny one for buck . growing up he thought he knew that a home was , but when he left home with nothing more than a bag and a car his sister had gifted him as a means of escape . his ideas changed . for a long time he looked for it . in friends he met on the road , in the firehouse . and they where his family . but this was different . knowing that he was holding his son , that his daughter was just a couple feet away .

and their family unconventional at best , but buck wouldn't change anything about it . if it meant going through all the pain again to get him to that moment , bouncing robby on his hip as he fussed with the bottle one handed . "its actually a very hard skill to master i'll have you know that . you try working out while also being soft enough for a baby ."

he pressed the bottle to robby's lips waiting for him to start sucking before he moved to sit at the dinning table . "i see nothing wrong with letting them sleep in the same room , i miss them when they're not close ." buck wasn't sure if he was talking about the kids or her , but bit his tongue before he could say anything else .

buck glanced up at anya , confusion on his face . "i want to spend time with all of you , plus i think it would be good for us all to spend time together ... like a family ya know."

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( sms - buck - 12:24am ) are we even allowed to do that?

( sms - buck - 12:24am ) pretty sure we're not even supposed to be texting.

( sms - buck - 12:25am ) just felt like you were the right person to talk to.

( sms > anya > 12:20am ) well fuck

( sms > anya > 12:20am ) do you want me to come with you? im not really doing anything and maybe you could use the support?

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this was the worst. the worst part about her job , was when that job inevitably put you out of work for a bit. the workaholic lifestyle was a hard thing to avoid for people in her line of work , often making the recovery process a headache of a time for anyone involved. particularly the doctors and families of the firefighter. she let out a breath , looking over at him with an eventual smile and a nod. it wasn't the first time bobby had to make this call. " yeah i know. " she eventually conceited. " you're just doin your job. "

❛ i assure you, the minute I see negative results, I will draw up the discharge papers. but that is only if. ❜ he tells her, as he pulls off his exam gloves. ❛ you know I am just doing my job right? ❜ he asked. honestly he finds it funny how most firefighters — at least the ones he has treated — tend to be the ones that wanted to go against medical advice and leave, potentially endangering them. ❛ so is your chief. ❜

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she hadn't been waiting terribly long at all. anya had her fair share of hang out attempts gone wrong , a call going longer than planned or an injury landing her either in the hospital or needing to go home and nurse it. needless to say she knew what it was like for work to hold you up for a bit. it actually made hanging out with hannah . . . kinda nice. she shook her head , shaking off the apology , as it wasn't needed , and handing her the drink she had ordered. same as the last time they hung out. " hey don't worry about it. " she took a drink of her own glass of neat whiskey. " last week , i ended up working an hour longer on a call. ended up bailing on hanging out and just went home t'crash. "

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"I know, I know! I'm late, again!" Hannah said as she rushed into the bar and raced towards the other. She knew making plans with herself was hard because she always working on a case and engrossed with work. So it was a miracle that she had even made it. "I owe you a drink, or well maybe more than just one. I'm here, I made it. Oh you got me a cocktail! I hope you weren't waiting too long."

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now that my kid's visit is over , i can spend more time on all my blogs. got a bunch of muse so i'm doing small stuff tonight on my mm , and plotting on discord if you have it and will be catching up on stuff here tomorrow.

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the answer , without him knowing , would be both ...

               headcanon based evan buckley as written by chantelle

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just letting you know that for the next week 03/29 - 04/07 i will have my son with me for spring break , so i will be in and out as far as availability goes , and most of that will be in the later evenings for me. if you have me on discord , i'll be available for plotting and chatting when i can. but no promises.

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being once again denied the answer she wanted , to a question she had asked plenty of times leading up to this point , she huffed after making a pouting look on her face , and playfully crossing her shoulders in defeat. it was all in good fun really. she could tell by this point when buck was in the middle of a scheme , and also knew that he wouldn't be giving away this surprise until the perfect moment. it was just the way he was.

that didn't leave her feeling any less nervous about what that might be though. with buck it could be anything , but the drive did suggest it was something pretty big. here she was , having heard for the . . well she'd lost count at that point that it was a surprised , and she was still trying to spoil it for herself.

anya's attention snapped too buck before she could say anything , saying they would not only be there very soon , but that he had been up to the planning for this for months now. her brow arched in a bit of surprise.

" wait wait wait . . hold on. you said months? " in truth , she supposed it wasn't out of the ordinary for buck to put his heart and soul into something to make someone he cared about happy. she just hadn't been so sure she had been a part of that list of people who qualified for the effort. which had everything to do with her own issues with self worth. " i really must be losing my touch. " she murmured playfully , glancing to the side at him with a smirk on her face. " just . . . promise me this isn't one of those weird things where you dump me off in the middle of nowhere and i have to walk back. cause i swear buckley . . i'll make your life hell. "

he wasn't sure if it was a terrible idea or not , even as he drove he was full of nerves . using driving and the road ahead as a way to distract himself . he was careful not to let it slip to anyone . none of his friends , none of hers , no one at the 118 knew . he even went so far as to memorise the directions so he didn't have to plug it into the gps .

they weren't far off , if the time he spent looking at google maps was correct . he risked a glance at anya's direction before turning his eyes back to the road ahead . "its a surprise ," he said , not the first time he had said it since that morning .

the farm was close but far enough away that it required a whole day off for both of them . buck had spent months finding the right place . a sanctuary to re-home animals that where left or neglected . he had talked to the couple for hours on the phone , multiple times a week . they usually required more information on the person receiving the animal ; buck understood they didn't want to continue the cycle of abuse . he was just thankful they where kind enough when he explained in great detail , that yes anya wanted a dog . but there was nothing in LA that didn't seem sketchy , illegal , or a money grab .

turning his indicator on he pulled off the highway , no indication where they where going but a sign to the next town . " you'll see , it should only be another twenty minutes okay . now stop asking because i've been planning this for months and i don't want to ruin it at the last moment ." he said sternly , softness still creeping into his tone , even a hint of nervousness if one looked closely .

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"Amidst the Chaos" by Sarah Bareilles Sentence Starters

FIRE

"Won't lose much sleep."

"He/she/they never went that deep."

"Let me hold your ego while you get your bag packed."

"Don't take this the wrong way."

"We were never gonna catch fire."

"We'd've burned up in flames."

"Talk, touch, kiss, then this one's just like all the others."

"I know all too well that I want deeper waters."

"Shallow shores aren't safe enough to dive in."

NO SUCH THING

"I feel you."

"It's like you're in the next room."

"At any given moment, you could appear."

"You're out there in it somewhere."

"If I could only get there, I could breathe again."

"Tell me how to start."

"What comes after you?"

"I am in the dark."

"No such thing as over you."

"I don't want it anyway."

"I've tried to get over you, but I think there's no such thing."

"You're Rome, I am the ruins."

"You're on your mind, all the time."

"But I can't fix it by fixating on a rewind."

"Hold on, 'til there's something else to hold onto."

ARMOR

"Let me tell you something you'll understand."

"Only little boys tell you they're a big man."

"All my armor comes from you."

"You make me try harder."

"That's all I ever do."

"You brought the flame, here comes the phoenix."

IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU

"You tell me that you're leaving."

"I had a feeling this day would come and leave me reeling."

"I just want to run back in your arms again."

"I'm thankful that I held you at all."

"I miss you every morning."

"I count the seconds between the thoughts of you."

"I'm getting better, baby, I'm almost up to two."

"Some folks are seasons, they got to come and go."

EYES ON YOU

"And the world's on fire."

"Life, it gets louder now."

"All I can do is keep my eyes on you."

MISS SIMONE

"The only thing on my mind is you."

"We were stars of some old classic film."

"In the glow of the candlelight, we danced all night."

"No one needs to know a thing."

"I've never quite been here before."

"Finally made a house feel like home."

"The years are flying past us now."

WICKED LOVE

"You twist around me like vines."

"You sold me a future from the ones you had in the trunk of your car."

"You said I think too much."

"You said I always mess it up."

"It was so easy to believe."

"I've always said the same things."

"I don't want your wicked love."

"You thought I didn't notice."

"But I won't forget this moment."

ORPHEUS

"My love, I see you're growing tired."

"Set the bad day by the bed and rest a while."

"I know you miss the world, the one you knew. When everything made sense because you didn't know the truth."

"We're all just hunters seeking solid ground."

"Don't stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos."

"Just stay here."

"We did not give up on love today."

"I'll show you good, restore your faith."

"I'll try and somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place."

"You were written in the stars that we are swimming in."

"I hope my love was someone else's solid ground."

POETRY BY DEAD MEN

"By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror."

"Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go."

"I wanted to be your girl/guy in a white t-shirt."

"I wanted to be your girl/guy with your hands on my skin."

"By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be?"

"I was ready, but you weren't."

"The two of us, oh, what we could have been."

"How can I make you remember?"

"Would you turn to me if I say, I still want to be your girl/guy?"

SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME

"Could I rest here for a while?"

"I can't go face the world."

"My bones won't hold me up."

"Surrender's just a word 'til you try it out."

"I'm the worst I've ever seen. Afraid of almost everything."

SAINT HONESTY

"We're leaving all the windows open."

"We don't even mind the rain."

"We won't settle for the silence."

"We won't drown in the tears."

"We'll say every single word even if we think they'll hurt."

A SAFE PLACE TO LAND

"The ocean is wild and over your head."

"You don't know who will catch you, but maybe somebody will."