#i have 148 asks in my inbox...

[austerulous]

Tempted to post a tracker, but the thought of actually knowing the numbers makes me break out in a cold sweat. 🙃

[sabo-has-my-heart]

1500 Followers Event

*Gasps* Can you believe it? The day is here! The day is actually here! The day of….

Mitsuri: The 1500 Follower Event Poll!!!

Wait, what are you doing here?

Mitsuri: I’m… I’m here for the event poll.

Guest appearances aren’t supposed to be until the event itself…

Mitsuri: w-what? 

Well, I suppose I’ll make an exception this time. So, let’s tell them what the poll options are!

Mitsuri: Yay! Alright, well, with the 1400th follower (shoutout to @audrey-93 for being our 1400th) our wonderful Astra decided that she’d run a poll to let the followers decide what the 1500 follower event would be.

And what a great time to do it! During Election Season (In America)! So the options are as follows:

AU Event 3: AU Event 3 would be exactly like AU events 1 & 2 at 200 and 300 followers. Much like AU events 1 & 2, you will choose a character, choose an AU from those that I will put together, choose a prompt from the lists I’ll put together, and a please, thank you, or other form of politeness/pleasantry. Then you’ll send it in and if it follows my rules, then I’ll write it!

Open my inbox of 3-6 months: So I closed my inbox some time ago because I felt underappreciated. I felt like my followers and/or readers were treating me like some sort of writing machine that spits out fanfics without any sort of care about who I am as a person. This option would open my inbox to regular requests for a period of 3-6 months depending on what sort of requests I get. I would, of course, expect my rules to be followed and patience to be had, but I would open my inbox to requests.

Old Fic Rewrites: pretty self explanatory. You send in a request to rewrite one of my older fics. I’ll make a list of fics that I absolutely will not rewrite as well as a rule of how old a fic has to be for me to rewrite it, but in general, you’re asking me to rewrite a request. Depending, I may or may not add a prompt option to this. In which you, the requester, say “Please dearest Astra, rewrite this fic with this prompt.” and I’ll go, “Awww, how sweet of you to be so kind, alright, let’s see what I can do!”

Top To Bottom: This is a new one that was offered by one of my beautiful followers (named by me). What this means is that it will be reader (or character) x bottom!Character. Please Note that just because they’re bottom, does not necessarily mean they’re submissive. You can be a dom and be on bottom. Furthermore, this won’t be nsfw only. There will be sfw options! Do I serve smut? Yes. But this is an equal opportunity, all inclusive blog, meaning minors are allowed so long as they stay out of the smut!

Other: send me an idea! If enough people vote ‘Other’ I’ll take all of the other ideas and put them in a new poll!

None: you don’t want an event. You don’t want me to run an event. For whatever reason, you think that I shouldn’t run an event.

As a final note! I require 150 votes on this poll to run the event! That’s 1/10th of 1500 followers. I’m asking for a total vote count equal to 1/10th of the total followers to reach the milestone! That’s not that many. Heck, I have no way of knowing who voted and whether or not they’re a follower! You could message 150 friends and tell them “I’ll give each of you $2 if you go on Tumblr and vote this option.” (If you have this many friends and that much money, however, I think you’d be better off paying me, it would be much, much cheaper to pay me to run the event, lol). Or you could reblog this post as go “hey guys, vote on this for me!” whatever it takes to get 150 votes! Anything less and I will not run the event! I don’t care if it was 148, I don’t care if “I didn’t get time”. This poll will be set for 1 week! 150 votes! With that said, happy voting! (And happy voting season to all my fellow Americans. Please vote!)

[msmc-796-official]

+ Good morning, Heaven's Fury!!

+ Pardon the brief radio silence, I was bogged down trying to pack, prepare, and decipher the tedious legal jargon around my 'transfer'; That, and I was not prepared for my Milkrun. Not sure what I was expecting, but I haven't been this tired in years. + Fantastic news, however! As of tonight, I am shipping out to join MSMC's 148th detachment, "Aftermarket Brokers"; I saddled up with a more R&D-centric detachment in an effort to make the most of my specializations. It should be a nice balance of ground deployment, prototype development, and study. Of course, there's still the brief training window before I can actually meet, let alone deploy with, my squadron- but my application was picked up by 148th almost immediately.

+ No more putting it off, I guess. Now's the time for that last, big step; Moving in. + Thank you all for your inspiration, and for the motivation to make this jump- I hope to make you proud.

+ (PS; I have a bottle of Kahlua to send to Slipshod, I think I owe them one, don't ask. Had to try and guess what they might like; I'll send that over once I'm settled.)

+ Thank you, again, -- "GRAY"

// Congratulations, Gray! The 148th are a very talented squadron when it comes to engineering, they're very lucky to have snagged you so quickly. I'll have your welcome gifts sent over to their hangar, so you can access them right away after you get moved in.

+ aw shit, you got me kahlua? man, I haven't had that since HORUS - I'll look forward to drinking that. (one of my old hacker buddies liked white russians a whole lot; we used to experiment with my vodka collection and see what we could come up with that didn't taste entirely awful.) oh, and you're very welcome for the help ;)

> Congratulations on joining MSMC officially, Gray. While I myself have not personally interacted with the members of MSMC-148, I have it on good authority that they're a very well put together team. I think you'll be a good fit with them - they wouldn't have picked up your application so quickly if they didn't think so, too.

+ yeah, congrats on getting in with the R&D squad - they're good pals of mine. rumor has it some of their older members were privy to our side of the zheng license back in the day - might wanna ask around and see if they still have any of the original blueprints. also, if you see him around, tell Tinkerbell (his actual callsign is Tinker, but I'm not gonna let him off that easy for beating me at poker) that it's his turn to host game night; drinks are on me since I lost last week

// You've really come into your own since we first met you, Gray; it's an honor to get to welcome both you and GRAE to the team. We're all incredibly proud of you, and look forward to piloting alongside you someday very soon. And hey, if you ever need guidance on where to go next, or just want to chat - our hangar doors (and our inbox) are always open. You know where to find us.

+ ditto that. you did good, kid - welcome aboard!

> Congratulations again, Gray. From all of us.

Yours among the stars, forever and always!

-- Angel, Slipshod, & Lockbreaker

[ravenwitch45]

Talking About 2022 On Tumblr

Okay so the general, post your year in review isn't working for me so we're gonna do this my way with screen shots I guess. Let's start!

Wow, that's more then I thought, okay then. Also @susie-dreemurr @novelist-becca @autismdino @ladylepidoptera and @sillyguyhotline thank you filling my feed and reblog list with worthwhile posts, at least I feel that. Thanks guys.

I answered over 400 asks!? I did not expect that at all but okay. Pretty sure a good bit is from @hazbinhotel97 so thank you I suppose. Thank you for asking all those stuff as well as all the others who asked me stuff. BTW to the Anon who requested that fic, which is the last ask in my inbox I have all the dialog written out just need the flavor text now so it will be coming soon. Thank you for your patience.

Also surprised Helluva boss has over double the posts tagged then Owl House, thought I was pretty balanced but apparently not. Heheh don't worry I might make a few freaks outs in january.

Frankly not even sure how gifts work so okay then?

Ah so the grand finale. I have pretty good idea of the first and second here but we'll see. Let's see what posts of mine a ton of people liked apparently.

Apoligies for the awkward shot but hey, the bottom of the top having nearly 500 is pretty good I think, and to think it was partially based off of a spongebob meme XD and the other is just me showing paralells of some of my favorite ships. Of course it is.

Another ship comparison with 800!? Wow and the other had 1500? Wow, being in in active fandoms I'm guessing. Either way I'm glad so many liked it. And last but certainly not least...

Knew it. Raeda really got a boost from Them's the Breaks Kid huh? It's honestly weird not to see the found family post here. It's from last year but it was my first big post and I remember it so grandly it's weird not seeing. Idk just a feeling.

Okay so that's it. But let me dedicate this section to the most important part of the blog. You. My followers which there is now 148 of you!? Wow that is... surprising. Though some may be bots but still. Thank you all so much for following my posts, and liking all my silly stuff.

And Specifically I want to to give some specific thanks to a few. @leakypipes for being with me through "The Great PFP Scandal of 2022" as I'm calling it, if you know you know, and doing their own thing which is inspiring. You go buddy.

And to @slycooperfanclub I owe you to come on the discord server again soon. Hopefully soon. Sorry for the absence my friend.

@bisexual-governmentspy as I'm fairly sure one of my first followers. So thank you for sticking with me for so long.

@hazbinhotel97 again for all those asks. Thank you.

@whatteam-blackgrlz for some really interesting asks that were fun to do as well as well as a good chat time to time.

@rodeoblitz who I just... I have had an absolute blast being your friend bud. Lucky to have you, truly I mean that.<3

Again. Last but certainly not least @aieismaschine my lovely boyfriend who swept me off my feet in the last quarter of the year. Always enjoy talking to you love. Love you dear<3

And to everyone else. Just thank you. Tumblr has been a generally great time despite all the drama, creepy pikachu men and weird as hell ads. And it was a good time because of all of you, not just my followers but everyone who liked, reblogged or replied with positively. Or just saw something from me and took a time moment to think, to smile or laugh. I'm happy I can do that. And I'm certainly sticking around. Love you all.

Can't wait to see all that 2023 brings <3

[ask-postgame-v3]

hello mod, are u good?

Yep. Sorry, but I think this blog is pretty close to being dead. I get no serious asks anymore, they're all joke/troll asks, so no one is really interested in the story anymore. Gotta say, I'm sad to see this blog go. Maybe I'll remake it, maybe I'll revive it if people start being more serious about the story rather than sending asks like "Miu's a bitch!" or "Let's spank Hiyoko!". I work really hard on the story here, so to see it be met with nothing but trolling is very disheartening to me, since I love writing the story here. And sure, I don't mind the occasional funny ask, but I have little to no actual inquiries in my inbox. It's all troll asks. I'm sorry to everyone who did genuinely enjoy the story here, but the time I put into writing on here wasn't being respected.

With that said, I won't classify this blog as dead. I just need to clear out the inbox of everything "funny", because that clogs up my inbox and takes the fun out of the story for me, the writer. Hope to see everyone again soon after that!!

And if you don't believe what I say about the asks:

Notice some of these asks are genuine questions that are usable for story purposes! I do genuinely love writing these characters, after all! But they're practically grains of sand in comparison to the beaches worth of "funny" asks in my inbox. There's current 148 asks in my inbox, and of all of them, around fifteen aren't troll asks.

— Mod Amethyst

EDIT: I kept *some* of the joke asks, as a show of good faith. The inbox will open when everything is answered.

[tacticalhimbo]

🇵🇸 🇵🇸 PALESTINIAN FUNDRAISERS (7/7/24) 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

hey all!

my inbox has received several new asks from palestinians looking to spread their campaigns, but tumblr has erased these asks, so i cannot answer them directly.

i have sat down and gone through the notifications i did get today (via webhooks) and hopefully can share these campaigns.

any and all campaigns listed here will be vetted and verified, as i always try to research the information to the best of my ability prior to sharing. i do not speak to these individuals myself, but i seek out resources via prominent palestinian blogs and social media profiles to see if things match up.

@alaashamaly : verified by nabulsi and on the vetted fundraiser spreadsheet (#168; row 172). at 24,590 EUR / 70,000 EUR

@raghadayyad81 : verified by nabulsi and on the vetted fundraiser spreadsheet (#144; row 148). at 20,308 USD / 35,000 USD

@basmaalghoul : verified by nabulsi. at KR 9,702 SEK / KR 40,000 SEK

please share this around, even if you can't donate! if you can, then please consider helping these lovely individuals out 🫶

[fanficmemes]

CB, I sent a longass ask like two days ago, and idk if it sent. If it did and u don't want to answer it, no problem!!!! The app is just notorious for eating messages 💖💖💖 ily my Liege™

Trying to come up w the perfect response bestie but who knows when inspiration will strike 😔

[creativeashproductions]

Change of Scenery // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Captain Bobby Nash has kept a secret from his friends, his wife and his step children since 2015 when he came to LA. Bobby’s eldest and only surviving child comes to LA to reconcile and make amends all the while she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed firefighter.

Warnings: Swearing, death/familial loss, pregnancy, blood, angst, injuries/medical emergency, and fluff

Words: 8k

A/N: Back at it with another 9-1-1 fic. Hope you enjoy, and I may just have to do another crossover with 9-1-1 and Julie and the Phantoms.

TO BE TAGGED SEND AN INBOX/ASK PLEASE!

Masterlist

There are moments in our lives that define us, whether it can be known as a positive or negative, but the outcome is always the same. A six-letter word that strikes fear and excitement into the souls of humans is change. The fear can be for ourselves or as a result of a child, a sibling, or a parent branching out on their own. Unfortunately, you had gone through a harsh and cruel experience on a cold winter night in the city you grew up in.

A typical Thursday filled with classes at the college you attended in Minnesota on a scholarship, nothing out of the ordinary. The plan had been to drive to your parents’ apartment to catch up with them for the weekend. Saturday morning was already reserved for a girls day with your little sister Brook and your mom. In the afternoon, you’d promised to take your brother Bobby to the ball diamond.

Your bag was packed, the plan to drive straight from class to St. Paul the following day to arrive in the daylight. Your dad struggled with worry when it came to you driving in the dark and especially in winter with icy roads.

“Y/N!” Dottie screeched from the living room of the four-bedroom dormitory. The pretty and curvy brunette had been the first friend you made in college.

Typically Dottie was on the quieter side, so when she screamed, you practically sprinted to the girl.

“Where’s the fire?” You demanded with a smirk at the reference to a topic that was a constant in your family. 

The fire drills your father conducted every four months for an exit plan in case of a fire and general information to save yourselves. He had also trained you to remember fire hazards and how to call dispatch with clear information if that time ever came. It never did and hopefully never would.

“The Lakeview Apartments in St. Paul.” Dottie’s dark brown eyes spoke only of pity and concern. The five foot ten roommate literally caught you as you tumbled into her arms with a loud grief-stricken scream.

You were forever indebted to the brunette for the plans she sacrificed to drive you back to St. Paul. There was absolutely no chance Dottie would allow you to both drive and be alone with no news. The media hadn’t released the names of the 148 deaths the fire relentlessly tore from the land of the living.

“I want to prepare you for what you’ll see. Your mother suffered severe third-degree burns over the majority of her body.” The kind nurse, also one of your friend’s parent, explained as she guided you to the Burn Center in the Regions Hospital, “I don’t want to lie and tell you she’ll be fine. You’re an adult Y/N. You deserve the truth and not be coddled.”

“Is she gonna survive?” You quietly asked, “Has she woken up since she was brought in?”

“The doctor placed her on a high dosage of morphine for the pain. Your father hasn’t left her side.” Lucinda informed you with sympathy written as over her face, The hazel eyes unable to adequately meet yours.

“I’ll check on her, then could you take me to the rooms my siblings are in?” You asked, completely unaware Brook and Bobby had been DOA at the hospital.

Your father hadn’t answered the text messages or the voicemails you had left on his phone—radio silent. You couldn’t be mad when he was with your mom, but a text would have been nice.

“This is where your mother is staying for the unforeseeable future. If you need anything, you can call me.” Lucinda softly replied before turning her heel to head back to the Burn Centre’s front desk.

It was horrific walking into a room with no idea if the occupant who had raised you would survive. The confident, gorgeous mother you had for the past nineteen years was unfamiliar to you, the extensive gauze covering nearly every inch of her body. You almost couldn’t even recognize the man sitting in the chair with his hands wrapped. 

“Dad? What happened?” You questioned the grieving man. The only person left in your family as you would soon come to know.

“Y/N?” Bobby gasped, pushing himself to his feet, staring at his only living child. The guilt ate at him just staring at you with those light brown eyes, “Oh, sweetheart.”

Your dad crossed the room in a few steps. The scent of smoke was still clinging to every part of him, but it was fine. Your dad was okay, minus the wounds on his hands. You’d always been closer with your father than your mother.

“Dad, what happened?” You quietly asked the ashamed firefighter that had to reconcile his feelings on the fire and his career—that struggle ending up pushing you away when he really just wanted you as close as possible.

“The building caught on fire after an ember from a heater lit a blanket on fire,” Bobby informed you with his eyes pinned on his wife. Bobby knew the chances of Marcy surviving were incredibly low, and he had to tell you that.

Bobby only knew the details passed on from a firefighter who pitied the man who’d lost most of his family. 

“Is Mom gonna be okay?” You questioned, and the said injured woman in the bed weakly responded.

“Baby?” Marcy quietly questioned from her absolutely still position on the hospital bed, “Uh, Bobby.”

You left your father’s side to be as close to your mom as possible, with the clear plastic separating you for her safety. Your heart shattered at the sheer exhaustion in her pretty blue eyes. 

“Hi, Mom.” You shakily spoke with one hand lightly pressed against the plastic divider. You didn’t even notice when your dad stepped up too.

“Marcy?” Bobby called out from right beside you, just as torn up, but Bobby carried extra weight on his shoulders, “We’re right here, Marcy. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

The muffled grunt of pain, your mom’s attempt to save you from grief, Marcy let out as she turned her head to look at you. You knew deep in your gut that this was the time place you would see your mom alive. And by the look in her eyes, she knew too.

“The...kids…?” Your mom’s breathing became more erratic as she questioned the man she viewed as her hero. The man she believed had saved her and their youngest children, “Where...are they?”

“The kids are fine.” The way your father said it and the tears led to the knowledge once kept from you.

“No.” You whispered, seeing the total grief written clear on his face. The pain meds and agony kept your mom from knowing the truth.

“They’re safe.”

“I knew you’d come and save us.” Your mom breathed as her eyes started hiding the pretty blue you’d now only see in pictures. In your dreams, until even those faded as father time cruelly pulled you along.

Then your worst nightmare happened. You watched as the woman you looked up to flatlined with the thought of her children safe. You’d always know she’d held on just long enough to find out the state of her children. You could only hope she’d forgive your father for lying to her as she died.

“Mom!” You screamed, fighting the arms of an orderly restraining you. You barely noticed the resistance to your frantic attempts.

One minute you were staring at a team unsuccessfully trying to revive your long-gone mother, then you were in a hotel room. The atmosphere tense and quiet between father and daughter, with the ghost of your dead family to keep you both company. You could hear Brook gagging every time you’d kissed your now ex. You could see Bobby toddling after you years ago.

At least you had your father—a father whose guilt festered until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“It was my fault.” He murmured, staring at the barely eaten burger that tasted solely just cardboard. He couldn’t bear to look at your face, “I didn’t mean to leave it on.”

Your head snapped to stare at him in disbelief, “What do you mean you didn’t mean to leave it on?”

“I-I went to the roof to sleep after your mom kicked me out. I didn’t have my keys to the apartment I had below ours.” Bobby began spilling the lies he’d told to you about his addictions. Of the apartment, you’d had no clue was even in his possessions.

The pain of losing your family tore into you, “You took my mom away from me. I’ll never get to share my wedding day with her. Shopping for a dress and gossiping about boys. I’ll never be able to wipe Brook’s tears during her first heartbreak.”

Each word broke Bobby more and more.

“You stole my future. You’re selfish, ungrateful and utterly pathetic. You cost so many people so much, all because you sought out your next high.” You spat, glaring at someone you’d never expected to hurt you. You didn’t notice your hands grabbing your possessions nor opening the hotel room door, “You couldn’t even properly try to get clean.”

“Y/N-”

“Get your shit together before you kill anyone else. I never want to see you again.” You sobbed with regret already festering in your body, but pride held you back from apologizing.

Upon your return to your dorm with Dottie by your side, you immediately began the process to enter an exchange program. Within a month, your feet entered Sydney Airport. You didn’t return to America for several years.

You took a job as a casual lifeguard on Bondi Beach, met Lucas in a meet-cute situation at the grocery store. You graduated college and found a job as a paramedic as you began becoming a flight paramedic. In 2020 Lucas and you discovered you’d be bringing in a little baby into the world.

Learning about your little Cashew growing safe in your womb fanned the flame of desire to reconcile. Ultimately the pride kept pushing the urge to apologize for the cruel words you told your father further away. You naively believed you had all the time in the world.  

Remember the six-letter scary word? If losing your mom, siblings, and father was a devastating blow, losing Lucas was nearly tied. Your little Cashew lost their father before they even got to meet him. That was push enough to pack up your home and fly back to America with your father’s new address as soon as you could.

In the fallout of the apartment fire, your father relocated from Minnesota to Los Angeles. 

Los Angeles, 2020

As soon as you’d found the nicest but cheapest hotel to stay in until you found a place, you walked the streets of LA. The first order of business of approaching your father at his workplace as you had no personal address. Residing still in Minnesota, Deputy Chief Evans had only given you the address of Bobby’s work.

You could only hope Bobby wouldn’t turn you away. That he was willing to bridge the gap, you’d widened over the years. That he could forgive the silence to each email, he sent when you changed numbers.

“We should go out to dinner.” The female voice was what brought you back to the present time. The woman was beautiful with her buzzed head and clear skin.

Right by her side was a dark-haired male of Asian ethnicity with a bag thrown over his shoulder, “If you’re paying, you bet I’ll be there.”

The two continued to converse in their own world until the man had to literally dodge you when they finally noticed you.

“Does Chief Bobby Nash work here?” You inquired, having no desire to enter small talk when the baby was sitting on your bladder again. You nearly retched when the man stared down at your swollen midsection, shocked, “It’s not his baby.”

Hen caught the evident disgust on your face, “He’s in his office. I’ll guide you there…”

“Y/N.” You supplied the firefighter. Hen smiled in response, “And your name is…”

“Henrietta Wilson, but you can call me Hen. That was Howard Han. He goes by Chimney, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy on the name.” Hen chuckled in her steps to the closed door of the fire chief. Hen swiftly knocked on the door to give Bobby a heads up.

“Come in!” Bobby called from his pile of paperwork he had pushed and waited to work on. It had slipped as the date came closer. Your twenty-seventh birthday, the seventh one since he last saw you.

“Cap, a woman is asking for you,” Hen told her friend and boss. It’s a good thing you didn’t choose to surprise your father because Hen was shorted, and your bump made manoeuvring around tricky.

“What can I do…” Bobby trailed off when he saw the girl waiting to talk to him. The pen in his hand dropped to the table in shock.

Hen glanced between the two equally taken aback individuals, “Am I missing something here?”

“Hey, dad.” You whispered to the man who’d been dreaming of this moment since the minute you left. He’d searched for you at your previous college and nearly made a missing person report.

“Dad?” Hen couldn’t pick her jaw up from the floor if she even wanted to because this was juicy information. Sure, Bobby had caved into telling his team, his family that he’d lost his wife and two children in a fire.

He rarely talked about his life before the 118, but he’d never mentioned having a surviving daughter. Not in the handful of times he’d talked about the tragedy, nor did he have any objects or photos of you. 

“You’re really here?” Bobby lightly chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. Hen had only seen a handful of times. All of them had Athena in the scene, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You beamed, stepping closer to the man you’d missed dearly, “I’m so sorry for the way I left. What I said was cruel and untrue. You aren’t selfish, and I can’t blame you for something you couldn’t control.”

Bobby grinned. He’d stepped around his desk only to halt when he took in an undeniable development—the baby bump you carried.

“Is-”

“I’m pregnant. Six months along with a baby girl.” You laughed to the apparent disbelief in your father’s light brown eyes. His gaze continued to shift between the bump and your e/c eyes.

“Wow. Sorry, this is...wow.” 

“She’s one of the reasons I wanted to come back. To fix our relationship because I want her to know her grandpa. You’re the only grandparent Poppy will know.” Bobby was quick to tug you into his arms as soon as the first tear dropped down your cheek.

There was so much you wanted to tell your father, but that overwhelming grief rose higher. You’d left Australia where Lucas laid in a plot in a cemetery. You left the friends you’d found in the city. Left the lifeguard job you’d come to love.

“Where are you and your partner staying?”

“He...uh...Lucas passed away recently.”

The arms holding you tightened in response to your confession, “Oh sweetheart.”

“I didn’t know where else to go. I can’t stay in the home we bought. Not the place he died when I couldn’t save him.”

“I don’t know what happened, but it wasn’-”

“Don’t coddle me. I was...am a paramedic. A flight paramedic, to be specific, so I know that my hesitation could be the reason he died.”

Your career took the father by complete and utter surprise because you’d always planned on a different job. Before the fire that claimed so many lives, you’d never entertained a career in the emergency field.

“We have a lot to catch up on. First, you need to know that I’ll always love your mother no matter what, but you need to know. I met someone when I first moved here, and we were friends at first. She divorced her husband. We started dating...sweetheart, I remarried.”

A wave of emotions flared in your chest, from betrayal to sadness and ultimately happiness. Having lost your first love, you understood and knew if love came around for you, you wouldn’t ignore it. Lucas wouldn’t want that.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

Re-entering into Bobby’s new life was a difficult adjustment for everyone included. Tension had risen between Athena and Bobby for a brief period. Athena hadn’t even been aware of your existence, but she could fault Bobby. Athena had even told her first husband about her late fiance Emmett when they were still together.

It was difficult for you with the new addition of two step-siblings in the same birth order as Brook and Bobby had been. The Grant siblings had welcomed you into the family without any reservations.

“Did you ever get to fly the chopper?” Harry asked as he scrubbed the dirty dish from the Sunday family dinner. 

It was the first dinner that had no awkward tension since you arrived back in the country. Athena had taken a bit to warm up, but it was nothing personal. She’d actually been the one to find you you’d been staying at a hotel. Mama Athena did not like her pregnant step-daughter living at a hotel. She’d actually stormed your room with Hen and Karen as back up to pack your room and leave for the Grant-Nash house.

“No. I had to help keep the patients alive. If I’m telling the truth...sometimes I didn’t even notice I was in the air.” You whispered to your stepbrother. He was just invested in your career as he had been when Bobby first entered their lives.

“That is so cool!” Harry enthused with soap suds splashing your thin knitted sweater. Harry’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when you flicked water onto his face in retaliation.

“Do you know Bondi Beach in Australia?” You inquired the youth with the chore of dishes completed.

“Yeah! There’s a tv show called Bondi Rescue! I watch the clips on YouTube!” Harry exclaimed, hot on your heels to the couch. Out of May and Harry, he followed you around with questions about your life in Australia.

“I was a casual lifeguard. I’m not featured on that show, but I would get called in when a lifeguard was needed. It paired well with my job as a flight paramedic.” You half-smiled, remembering the Bondi lifeguards who had welcomed you into the family. You became one of them when they started pranking you.

“Did you ever see a shark-”

“Harry, go brush your teeth. Leave Y/N alone.” Athena informed her youngest from the open patio doors. Your father, Athena and May had been outside as soon as the table had been cleared.

“But-”

“Harry,” Athena warned the youngest Grant. Harry didn’t attempt to argue with his stern mother; all he did was hug you quickly. You watched the young boy disappear into the hallway.

“He reminds you of your little brother?” Athena questioned. In your time of reminiscing, the older woman had settled in Harry’s previous position.

“A little.” You whispered, “Thank you for welcoming me into the family. For making my dad happy.”

“You know I may have some baby clothes put away if you’d like to use them?” Athena offered with that smile that made you feel at home. Athena was far different from your late mother, with her presence commanding respect and intelligence. Your mom was similar, but I suppose it could be described as a softer touch.

“Anyway, saving a penny is appreciated. I have a question for you also.” You hesitantly started with a bundle of nerves deep in your belly. Athena turned to give you her full attention.

“Well? Out with it.” Athena pushed, but she had a slight feeling of what you were about to ask her.

“My mom was one the strongest women I know. It hurts that my baby won’t get to experience her love and guidance, and you can say no. We’ve only known each other a short time, but would you consider...maybe being a grandma to my baby?”

Giddy was the feeling Athena developed along with the laughing smile that only came from happiness. The woman could only nod her head in response to your hesitant question. To Athena’s knowledge but not yours, Bobby was softly smiling, watching his formerly estranged daughter getting along with your stepmom.

“Oh!” You gasped as your baby kicked hard enough for her foot imprint to be seen through your knitted sweater. 

Bobby was by your side in concern the second he heard your startled sound, but Athena wasn’t that concerned. Athena remembered having the same reaction.

“Are you okay?” Bobby frantically questioned. He faltered when the woman shared a belly-deep laugh at the sheer fear written in the seasoned firefighter’s eyes.

“Poppy was kicking.” You chuckled as your father’s shoulders dropped in relief, “Here.”

Your nimble fingers clasped around your father’s wrist to bring his palm to the spot Poppy was kicking. A certain lightness flooded your entire body, being capable of sharing this experience with Bobby. Watching tears well up in the grandpa to be’s brown eyes.

“Whoa.” Bobby breathlessly spoke as Poppy kicked against his palm. The feeling building in his was exhilarating with the small amount of grief mixed in, “I remember when your mom was pregnant with you. We didn’t know if we were having a girl or boy, but she was adamant you would be a kickboxer. So active.”

Athena watched as the relationship between father and daughter started healing directly in front of her eyes. The Sergeant was about to give you two some privacy when you caught her hand in your free one.

“Here.” You informed the older woman shifting to place her hand where your father’s hand had previously been. Your e/c eyes sought the wonder-filled different shades of brown eyes the couple had.

“You should get some sleep,” Athena spoke, staring at her hand resting on your bump. Her dark chocolate brown rising to find your gaze, “You won’t be getting a lot once she arrives.”

Bobby and Athena watched as you turned the corner to the spare room Athena’s parents used when they visited. For the time being, you’ve moved into the room, and the Grant-Nash house hoped you would stay. May had always wanted a sister, and Harry loved all the stories you told about Australia.

“You know, at some point, you’ll have to talk to her.”

“I just was-’

“-without anyone else being the buffer. Bobby, both your lives is evidence enough that some things are too trivial to stress over.” Athena pinned her stern gaze on her husband. The same husband is actively trying to avoid her penetrating gaze.

“What I did-’

“Is in the past, Bobby. You have a second chance with that wonderful woman in that bedroom and our grandchild. Now, are you sure that having the party at the firehouse is okay?”

A hand supported the base of your back where an ache tended to stay for most of the day. That ache wasn’t the worst symptom of your pregnancy. You had heartburn constantly that tied with unfortunate constipation that had thankfully lessened. Your purse always had a cardigan for the hot flashes as well.

“Perfect! May has my car, and Bobby needed that.” Athena beamed from the open bay of the 118. One of the firefighters, Eddie, if you recalled, snagged your purse and the specific ingredient for a recipe.

“You could have borrowed Bobby’s-”

“His vehicle is in the shop Buck.” Athena interrupted the only member of the 118 you had let to officially meet.

Now there were two suspects of the sudden shortness of breath you started experiencing. It could be Poppy in the limited space in your body or the handsome firefighter. Buck had to be hands down none of the most attractive men you’d ever encountered. His dark blonde hair had minimal height, but the soft waves made your fingers itch to feel it. His ocean blue eyes crinkled at the corners with mirth.

“Ah, so you’re flesh and blood of Cap?” Buck questioned from in front of you. His blue eyes centred solely on you, with half a mind thanking himself that he could navigate the station blindfolded in the dark.

“For the last twenty-seven years, I have been.” You retorted, stopping at the edge of the stairs to the apparatus. Your keen sense of smell catching one of your favourite meals your father had dug up from the recipes he hadn’t used in years.

A zing of electricity trailed off your arm when a calloused palm met yours. Your e/c eyes followed the path of tan skin until it reached the shirt sleeve of Buck’s t-shirt. The shirt emblazoned on the chest with the department’s insignia. The man in the casual uniform guided you safely up the stairs with his hand on your back.

The pressure of Buck’s hand on your aching back muscle nearly brought what would be an embarrassing moan from your lips. Thankfully a gasp of surprise fell out instead at the banner hanging with other decorations.

“What?” You choked, cupping your hands to your face. Pure unadulterated shock and affection flooded every inch of you.

The entire 118 squad intermixed with their loved ones surrounded the open area with grins. On a table behind everyone was many wrapped gifts. But the cake was the most impressive.

A large rectangular cake in the realistic shape of a fire engine parked in front of a fire hydrant with a fondant hose going to the truck. On top of the fire truck was the turnout boots next to the matching helmet, the 118 proudly on it. You adored the turnout coat draping off the top to hang off the side.

“If you look at the helmet, it says Poppy.” Buck enthused, guiding you even closer to catch the immaculate cake, “It has to be the best cake we’ve gotten from them.”

“Hey, my rebar head cake was phenomenal!” Chimney called with a belying grin on his face. His hand encased by a brunette woman about his height with her heels on.

“It’s a long story.” Buck offered as soon as you gave him a weird questioning look, “Let me introduce you to everyone!”

For the next five minutes, you spend it by meeting the family of 118, including Eddie’s completely adorable son. Christopher was happy to sit next to you as soon as Harry had found you. Slowly the others came closer to hear the stories.

“What’re the most common injuries on the beach?” Denny, Hen and Karen’s ten-year-old son questioned.

“Bluebottle Jellyfish stings. On one day, we had hundreds of people come to the tower for stings, and the treatment for the minor ones is stingose spray and ice.”

“My question is how a girl from Minnesota is a lifeguard in Australia. Especially on Sydney’s most dangerous beach.” Chimney inserted, waving his bottle of pop at you, his eyes kept moving towards the wine Maddie brought.

Unfortunately, the 118 wouldn’t be celebrating with the wine until their shifts ended in a few short hours. It was a damn miracle they hadn’t been called out yet.

“This former Minnesotan spent summers at my best friend’s parents’ place in Cali as a lifeguard. Also, Bondi is not the most dangerous beach in Sydney. That’s Tamarama.” You pointed towards the man who raised his hands in surrender.

“Have you ever seen a dead body?” Harry asked, bringing a sobering silence in the question’s wake.

Your body language changed as soon as he asked, “Unfortunately, I’ve seen death as a paramedic and as a lifeguard.”

“You’re a paramedic? I thought you were just a lifeguard?” Buck asked, interested in the new information. Buck could feel his Captain’s eyes on the back of his head; he was sure Bobby could smell the attraction on Buck.

“Casual lifeguard. Called when needed as a backup.” You turned your e/c eyes towards the arguably youngest member of the 118.

“How many dead-”

“Harry.” Athena warned her son from continuing a topic that killed the ease and happiness you’d shown previously, “Why don’t we stop talking about-”

“Too many, Harry.” You interrupted your stepmom with a gentle smile towards the woman, “It’s not just drowning that claims lives but also the cliffs surrounding the beaches. Lifeguards patrol more than the beaches and water. Lifeguards respond to medical emergencies, mostly spinal until the paramedics arrive.”

“Oh-”

“I had a fellow lifeguard leave the job because of the suicides we deal with.”

“...who wants cake?” Karen used the quiet interlude of the much too serious topic for a group of kids barely in the double digits of ages. All referenced children followed Hen’s life to the beautiful baked creation.

“Sorry for getting dark there.”

“We all know the dark side of the jobs we chose to do. You sound like you miss Australia. Are you going to return there?” Eddie questioned with one eye pinned on his son, consuming more sugar than he wished.

Eddie’s question did raise self-doubt, but you knew that ultimately living in Australia was no longer a viable option. 

“There’s nothing there for me.”

Eddie, Buck and your father understood that mentality to a ‘t’ with family complications keeping them away. Your father for obvious reasons, whereas Eddie and Buck each had a living family with opinions only they saw right.

“You’re always welcome here. Especially when you bring that little cutie to the firehouse.” Maddie cooed towards your baby bump. The 911 dispatcher had asked many questions about your pregnancy.

 Maddie was the type of person who could make a stranger feel like they had known for their entire lives.

“Here.”

A plate of the cake was thrust in front of your face courtesy of Maddie’s brother Buck. It is quite literally the perfect size you could ask for. In his other hand, he had a new bottle of water waiting for you to grab.

“Thank you, Buck.” Your shock must have shown in your voice when his cheeks flushed.

“This whole party is a celebration for you, so you shouldn’t have to get up...unless you want to!” Buck rushed to respond, getting more flustered with the amused look of his older sister on him, “You’re already doing something absolutely amazing, so you should get to rela-”

“Buck!” You laughed, ending the older man’s rambling thoughts. The entire party attendees had started watching Buck’s failed smooth attempt.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Buck mutely nodded in response, “No prob-”

The bell was the one to interrupt him instead. The on-duty firefighters rushed down from the upper levels to the lockers. The swift suiting up impressed you as it was like you blinked, and the bay was empty.

“Should be the last call before they get off shift.” Maddie, still occupied with the cake she was eating, “That wine looks so good!”

Your attention snapped from the vacant spots the 118 vehicles parked to the woman ploughing down on the cake. Sure it was good, but not that good. Maybe you could tell as a pregnant woman, or perhaps you just caught some of the symptoms you felt.

“How far along are you?”

Maddie froze, “What are you talk-”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Chim and I found out recently, but we want to wait on telling people. Once the first trimester is over, everyone can know.” Maddie pleaded with two hands cupped under her chin in a prayer position. The pretty brunette using the puppy dog eyes on the new friend she’d made.

“You should tell Buck-”

“We will once we enter the safe zone. So tell me about your baby’s father.” Maddie swiftly changed the subject, unaware of the ache developing in your midsection.

“Lucas Gowan.” You mussed, recalling the freckled half Australian half Scots man with the thick red locks.

“Ooh, is he still in Australia?”

“Technically, he is. I met him at the grocery store near the university campus. I’d transferred to escape my grief. It was purely an attraction at first sight before developing into love at first sight. We convocated and moved into a cosy little place. We’d only just found out about the baby when Lucas passed away.”

As you told Maddie, your hand had moved to cradle the only remaining piece of Lucas. 

“His death was unexpected and sudden. He’d taken a run the morning of our scan to find out baby Gowan’s gender. He fell off the side of the cliff. I was told he died instantly. The investigator believes his shoelace untied, and he stepped on it. Fell right off the side.”

“I’m so sorry.” Maddie breathed, leaning closer to hold your hands in her own, “He’d be so proud of you. For returning to the states. Do you keep in contact with his family?”

“He was an only child. Parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. He was in foster care until he aged out of the system. Poppy is named after his mom.”

Maddie instinctively knew talking about Lucas was, “You know you get along pretty well with Buck... I’ve never seen him so flustered.”

“Maddie, I can tell you are a very intelligent woman, but you’re wrong here. Why would a guy like Buck be interested in a pregnant woman with a reconciling relationship with her father and his Captain while grieving her baby’s dad?”

Maddie tilted her head to the side, “Because I know my brother. He’s only ever had that look when I first moved to LA. Back when Abby was still important to him.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

Maddie’s mouth opened to speak, but you were saved by the bell when Athena called you over for pictures. Then her attempts got thwarted once more when the 118 returned to the house perfectly synced to the end of shift.

“Driving here was the last time until the baby’s here. You’ve got precious cargo-”

“I’m seven months pregnant; I can still drive. There’s no law saying I can’t-”

Never argue with Athena Grant-Nash, “It may not be illegal, but I won’t endanger my daughter or my granddaughter.”

“I have to get to my OB/GYN appointment tomorrow. You and Dad each have a long shift during my scheduled appointment. Harry is both too young to drive and in school. May has a shift at dispatch. There’s literally no one available to take me.”

Bobby watched as two of the most important women in his life argued over something as trivial as driving. Harry shook at listening to someone fighting against his mother; she could be terrifying.

“I can take her.”

Everyone in the fir house turned to the voice who’d offered suddenly and found the sheepish form of a tall firefighter. Eddie’s eyebrows raised at his best friend.

“I don’t work tomorrow. I’ve got no plans. Albert’s got some date with a girl at her place.”

“I couldn’t put you out.”

“You need a ride, and I’ll be bored, so why not take my new friend to her baby doctor.”

“Baby doctor?” Hen parroted to her wife in astonishment towards her coworker and close friend. Both the women found the blatant flirting from Buck to the soon to be mother.

“She’ll take you up on the offer. She’s staying in our guest room. Come early for breakfast before you go. We’ll be having waffles.”

Buck found any excuse to visit the Grant-Nash home with the motive to hang out with you ever since the baby shower. From delivering baked goods from your favourite bakery to insisting on driving you to appointments. Didn’t matter if Athena or Bobby could take you; Buck was adamant he drove you.

The friendship was easy going and very natural, like a ball glove still moulded perfectly to your hand. The hangouts in your home evolved to weekly visits to restaurants with guidelines to the current event happening worldwide. 

Ultimately it even led to a test date.

“You look breathtaking.” Buck breathlessly informed you once he’d gently pushed your chair closer to the table.

“Thank you.” You kindly responded despite thinking the complete opposite to the charming man sitting across from you.

Athena and May had helped you get ready for the date with calming words on how going on a date so far into the pregnancy was okay. Then, your father had tentatively inserted himself with sage advice on re-entering the dating scene.

“I thought we could grab some ice cream after,” Buck spoke up as soon as the waiter had taken your drink order. Buck had decided to refrain from alcohol and went with glasses of lemonade and water.

“You shouldn’t say that. I’ll just want ice cream.” You snickered, caressing the taut belly you’d grown to love. In fact, the firm push of a heel announced Poppy’s agreement with ice cream as dessert.

“How is Poppy?”

“The doc says she’s right on track. Healthy all around and in the position, she’s supposed to be at this stage.” Buck adored the affectionate smile that always appeared when the topic of your pregnancy was brought up.

“That’s amazing! Bobby gushes about you and Poppy. The fridge has an entire door dedicated to sonograms of Poppy. Even a few from that maternity shoot Hen and Maddie surprised you with.”

A few weeks had passed since the baby shower the 118 had surprised you with. Maddie had announced her pregnancy to the joy of the chosen family she had. Bobby had put together a crib he had painted. Michael, Athena’s ex-husband, had started making plans for adding on to the house for a room for the baby.

Despite informing the architect, you planned on moving out when you had saved enough, he’d made a sound argument. Athena would want a place for the baby to stay when you visited, or the woman demanded to babysit.

Now you found yourself in a National forest not far from Los Angeles, posing in front of nature. A surprise photoshoot Hen and Karen had organized with Karen’s brother Trey. Maddie and Athena had been the ones who drove you.

“Hold the teddy bear on your bump,” Trey informed you from behind his professional and intimidating camera. The photographer praised you in the rapid movement to listen to his offer.

“Hey! Maddie! You should take a few photos. I need a pee break.” You didn’t wait for Maddie to respond in your rush to the somewhat rustic bathroom hut.

By the time you returned, Maddie was taking a couple pictures. Then you took some with Athena to have on the nursery walls and for Bobby to have a photo for his desk.

“Now one with all three of you.”

Present

“So a daredevil.” You stated unsurprised that the firefighter had a history of recklessness. You don’t go into firefighting without a taste for danger.

“The bruises and blood fit better than the awful bleached hair during my time in Peru.” Buck laughed, recalling the questionable choice in his fashion pre-firefighting. Sometimes he missed the people he encountered in his period of self-discovery.

“You didn’t wear puka sh-”

“I did. Bleached hair, puka shells and Hawaiian shirts were my staples during my bartending years. I fit in with the aesthetic of the bar I tended.”

“Buck!” You nearly gasped at his raw honesty. Buck didn’t hold back any answers to your questions, but you each strayed from the topic of family.

Talking about the tragic family history wasn’t a good idea on the first time regardless of the time you’d known each other.

“You’re telling me-” Buck halted as soon as he caught the flash of discomfort flicker over your beautiful features, “Are you okay?”

“She shifted. Been sitting on my blad-” You cut yourself off with a hiss of pain. Buck’s eyes widened at the pain taking over your features, “Oh, that hurt.”

Buck went straight into work mode, “Have you been in pain for long?”

“No. A few cramps here and there today, but my doctor said it was nothing to worry about.” You informed the experienced first responder resting level to your knees.

Buck didn’t want to say it, but he was sure that you’d gone into early labour. There was no indication your water had broken, but he kept over the last hour together. Every once in a while, you shifted or pressed a hand to your bump.

“Has your water broken?”

You shook your head, “No, but...oh... that’s not a cramp.”

With that statement out, you clenched your fingers tight on the edge of the table as pain rippled in your belly. A contraction that stole your breath momentarily. In your contraction, Buck had dialled 911. Buck recalled that sometimes a woman’s water doesn't break until right before the birth.

“We’re not getting that ice cream, are we?” You snorted upon being lifted onto the gurney. How fortunate or unfortunate you were to have the 118 right there.

Hen had taken a position at your feet to check on your lower body while Chimney took your vital signs. You honestly didn’t like the look Hen and Chimney shared with Buck.

“What is it?”

“We’re gonna need to deliver here.” Hen sighed, giving you the facts that terrified you. When you envisioned having the baby, it was in a medical centre. Not in a restaurant.

“My office is large and away from the crowd if you want. I can show you the way.” Sophie, the restaurant manager, offered already starting to lead the way. Sophie would never know how thankful you felt for being able to have privacy.

“Okay, Y/N, is it okay if I check how dilated you -.” Hen breathed with her hand, gently disappearing until the thin blanket Chimney procured from the stocked ambulance, “Y/N when I saw I want you to do that.”

Hen didn’t need to check your dilation when she could see the baby’s head already.

“I’m right here.” Buck cooed in your ear. He had held your hand as his coworkers did their jobs around you.

“This isn’t the way I envisioned you seeing my pu-”

“Push.” Hen urged, cutting off your almost vulgar language, but it eased the tension in the small restaurant office. You couldn’t even see Buck’s flustered reaction as you bore down with the contraction, “Good! Take a breath.”

“You’re a strong woman. It never ceases to amaze me the strength women have.” Buck spoke, keeping your e/c eyes on his blue ones. His hand raised to push a strand of your sweaty hair off your temple.

“Once more push!” Hen called out just in time with the last contraction. The feeling of the pressure between your legs popping was moan inducing.

Poppy was silent. Your entire body froze, yearning for the sweet sound of crying instead of the eerie silence. The world stood still as Chimney worked on your baby girl.

“Pulse is strong,” Chimney announced, keeping his attention on the task of clearing Poppy’s throat and nose. And that sweet sound of crying commenced, “Congratulations Y/N, you have a beautiful baby girl. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Your father beat the ambulance to the nearest ER in pure anticipation at meeting his granddaughter Poppy Nash Gowan. He barely noticed as Buck stuck to your side like glue. Bobby waited outside the door as you got checked over in the room.

“Quite the first date.” You mused towards Buck, who hovered in awe over the life form you had carried for nine months. You’d been pregnant for three quarters of an entire year to his fascination. 

“All my meaningful relationships started with a medical emergency.” Buck finally looked up at you. He’d kept Poppy company in the bassinet while you delivered the afterbirth upon entering the hospital.

“Seriously?”

“Had a tracheostomy on Valentine’s Day with Abby, an earthquake with Ali and a newscaster in a crashed helicopter.” Buck listed off. He hadn’t even noticed scooping the newborn into his arms until he’d sat in the chair by your bed, “Why not add a sudden labour and delivery.”

“He would have liked you.”

The sentence came out of absolutely nowhere. Almost like something had ripped it out of your vocal cords. At the look of confusion, you elaborated.

“Lucas. He would have liked you. I think if it is possible, he might have pushed me into meeting you. I’ll still need to take it slow, but I’d like to give this a shot.”

That was all Buck needed to lean in closer to kiss you—the first of many kisses.

Some might disagree on how quick your relationship with Buck developed, but they didn’t know yours at all. It was natural with the firefighter who stepped into the role of father figure for a growing Poppy. By the time Poppy was one, you’d moved into a house not far from your father’s place with Buck. By the time Poppy was three, a pretty ring had sat on your finger. By five, the young girl had a baby brother. 

“Your parents spoil Poppy.”

“You say that like you didn’t crawl into her crib during her afternoon naps.” You deadpanned towards your husband. Buck had the nerve to sheepishly grin, “You give in each time she says ‘pwetty pwease’ for a cookie.”

“It’s a crime to make her sad!” Buck defended himself, but a grin of amusement threatened his act, “Besides, you crack each time too!”

“Mhm. Just wait until Theo can talk.” You pressed a kiss to the sleeping infant strapped into the baby carrier. Theodore Robert Buckley could fall asleep in a thunderstorm if he was in Buck’s arms.

“Oh! Maddie wants to have Poppy over for a play date. Madster’s been begging for her cousin to have a sleepover.”

Maddie and Chimney’s daughter was only a few months younger than your daughter, but the two were thick as thieves. Buck had referred to the Han daughter as Madster with how similar her mannerisms were to her mother.

“Think they’d take the rascal?”

“Is this code for you wanting to have another?” Buck questioned with a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes. The same blue Theo had inherited along with a birthmark like Buck’s on his bicep.

“I-” You choked, blinking furiously, “Evan, I pushed Theo out of my body barely three months ago!”

Buck inconspicuously winked in response with the sudden scream of excitement coming from Poppy. The rambunctious five-year-old ploughed into Buck’s legs full force. Falling into the practised ease, you’d unstrapped Theo from Buck’s chest and promptly had his tiny body stolen into his grandpa’s arms.

“There’s my boy.” Bobby cooed to the sleep drunk tiny infant. The little baby is crowded by his Gram Athena and Aunt May, “Gonna have to get you a Minnesota Wilds jersey.”

“Hell no. That boy is LA born and bred. He’ll be wearing a Kings jersey like the civilized.” Michael announced with the sudden arrival of Theo and Poppy’s Uncle Harry.

“Mommy? When are we going to Stralia?” Poppy inquired from right beside your leg. Her tiny handheld is the giant one of her dad.

“In a few weeks. Are you excited to see the mommy’s old friends again?”

“Hm. Can we see Dada?”

Buck may be Poppy’s father, but he’d never let Poppy go without knowing she had two fathers in all. Her first one waiting to meet here decades from the time she was born and solely referenced Lucas as Dada. Buck was grateful for the man who brought Poppy into existence; the little green-eyed tot Buck could never regret. Unlike Buck’s parents keeping his older brother’s existence a secret, the firefighter refused to follow in their footsteps. He’d continue to shower the late Lucas in gratitude and respect. He refused to make the same mistakes as Phillip and Margaret Buckley.

“Of course. C’mon Poppy, time to say goodbye.” Buck guided the little girl to the extended family showering her little brother with love. The little girl was quickly swung into Bobby’s arms, and Athena cooing at your infant son.

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Hello! Can i ask you something ,Mo was first introduced as this jerk who didn't hesitate to hit XiXi with a rock ,It was quite a shocking sight , But later on he started to look like just a nice awkward boy surrounded by bad people ,And that fight was the only instance of him being that violent ,He only ever attacked people provoking him like those shitty adults , So this made me think That maybe the reason Mo acted in such an extreme manner with XiXi [ Part 1]

Hello, dear anon!

I’m sorry I have kept you waiting for so long but I have been taking a break from the inbox. Thank you for patience!

There are a couple of previous asks in which I have briefly talked about the fight between ZZX and MGS:

My thoughts on ZZX and MGS’s friendship (and HT and JY’s)

Did people forgive MGS too easily? (and why I think people love MGS)

“maybe the reason Mo acted in such an extreme manner with XiXi Was maybe Mo remembering that old guy in the same position almost killing him”

I see where you’re coming from but personally, I don’t really see that kind of connection between these two moments (ch. 127, 319):

I’m not saying it’s not possible. The physical positions are similar, and I’m sure almost being killed by someone who’s mentally unstable must have been traumatizing. However, I see MGS picking up the rock having different kinds of motives. Also, these two panels are so far from each other publishing-wise that I would be hesitant to draw that many conclusions between them.

The way I see it, MGS was in a position in which he had to win that fight against ZZX. He was the boss of his group of delinquents, and if people didn’t respect him (or rather, fear him) why would his underlings? You can see that if you look at the situation that ultimately led to the fight (ch. 116):

JY bumped into MGS, and it seemed like his “sorry” was somewhat half-hearted. At least to MGS. He made an issue out of it and stopped JY in his tracks. The thing is, as soon as he did that, he put himself in a corner. The only acceptable outcome for him was that JY apologized properly, at the least. Otherwise, someone clearly weaker than MGS had just refused him in front of his own group.

As we know, HT stepped in and raised MGS’s challenge forcing him to back off. After which MGS basically stomped around school cursing and punching walls.

I see MGS being in a similar situation when fighting with ZZX. Only this time, it seemed to be amped up more (ch. 125, 126):

It sounded like MGS had threatened to get JY later and the whole group seemed geared up and ready to go at it. In that fight, MGS had everything to lose. If he couldn’t come out on top, his underlings could start questioning his position as the boss.

All of that is what I see as the buildup for MGS to pick up the rock and smash ZZX in the head with it (ch. 127):

I don’t think he was remembering traumatizing things from the past but rather it seemed he was losing a fight he couldn’t afford to lose. I would say MGS is a good fighter but it seemed he was being overpowered (and taken aback?) by ZZX’s strength now that he was standing up for JY. Surely he would have won against JY but ZZX proved to be another matter. To me, picking up that rock was an act of desperation in terms of making sure he won rather than him having some kinds of flashbacks of the homeless man attacking him.

Another reason why I’m hesitant to draw such conclusions is that ch. 127 and 319 were published years apart in real life. I often refrain from putting much significance on the author’s intentions when forming my own interpretations. And I think this case follows that principle of mine, too. I’m not being hesitant to make this kind of PTSD connection between 127 and 319 because I’m not sure if OX intended it. I’m doubtful because due to the overall nature of 19 Days as a publication, I don’t think I can realistically expect the characters to stay that consistent for 5-or-so years. I’m hesitant to put the begin-versions of them next to the current versions and treat them the same without considering the realistic possibility that there have probably been some afterthoughts in their development. To suddenly have the context of ch. 319 for the fight in ch. 127 doesn’t sound likely to me.

But I’m not trying to make it sound like you couldn’t or shouldn’t see a connection between those two chapters. I guess it would make an interesting path to build from there. To me, though, there are other possibilities that sound more likely.

“But later on he started to look like just a nice awkward boy surrounded by bad people ,And that fight was the only instance of him being that violent”

I think that’s simply because we didn’t know MGS when he was fighting ZZX. Immediately after the fight, though, his character starts to gain more sides in our eyes (ch. 130, 138, 144):

His short fuse and threats gain a more comedic vibe when he gets dragged around by HT. His anger towards humanity and HT especially seems to be fueled by some kind of personal conviction. We’re called to feel sympathetic towards him when his family’s situation is revealed. All of those introduced us to think “hmm, maybe there’s more to him” but they were already factors in his character even when he was fighting ZZX, we just weren’t aware of them yet. When he bashed ZZX with the rock he was the same kid whose family was struggling and who felt like the whole world was rejecting him.

As far as MGS being violent goes, I don’t think he magically started to shy away from it even though it wasn’t as bad as hitting someone with a rock (ch. 130, 138, 148):

He was still very much physically challenging HT and being overall threatening. But his violence was pretty much rendered useless against HT and the more he threatened to beat anyone up, the more it started to sound like emotional defense in our ears. The violence in MGS gained new sides, and against those discoveries, him bashing ZZX with the rock seems extreme to us. But if you look at the rock situation from the perspective I suggested, it starts to make more sense. MGS’s character development in our eyes starts after his fight with ZZX, but we don’t know how violent he was before that while still being the kid we now know him to be. I doubt he was a stranger to fights given that he was the leader of his group.

It should also be taken into consideration that the overall portrayal of MGS’s delinquent group has changed dramatically over the years. We went from this (ch. 125, 126):

To this (ch. 264, 273):

In our eyes, they went from a gang of delinquents seriously ready to beat someone up to a rather comedic group of “followers” who seem almost endearing the way they call MGS their “boss”. I can’t really see the current version of them beating anyone up in the same way as the first time we met them. (This is another example of why I don’t feel like I can comfortably compare the “beginning” of the comic and the “now”. It makes me feel like I’m not really comparing the same characters.) The difference is even clearer if you compare them to the group surrounding SL. He’s very much the antagonist of the story, so his followers are portrayed according to that.

I would say the PTSD/trauma is a nice idea that you could continue to build fan-made material upon but personally, I don’t see that connection in the canon chapters.

Thank you for your question, dear anon! And again, thank you for your patience!

[reeeyachi]

Sometimes it really bothers me that Gon having a suicidal breakdown made Killua decide to avoid him. I get that he's hurting, but the last thing I'd do to a friend who went through a traumatic collapse is tell them I didn't want to be around them. Killua went from "you are light" and "I never want [being with Gon] to change" to "you're number two" and all I care about is Alluka now and it was jarring and made me question the sincerity of everything about their friendship up until then.

Hi, anon! I understand how you feel about this. Put yourself in Gon’s shoes and watch your best friend say that he’s travelling with his sister now after all that you’ve been through. Why now? Why not after a some more time? Why not stay with me forever and ever? (Angsty, I know. I wish.)

But I’d like to have a word since you’ve slid in this ask in my inbox about 3 days ago (i’m sorry i reply super late to everything and everyone uwu).

Again, first of all, Killua did not decide to avoid Gon. Killua decided to travel with Alluka. Those are two different things. Killua did not leave Gon’s side just to spite him for doing something he didn’t like. What Killua did is that he decided to finally do what he wants (at that point). Killua is putting himself first, after 100+ episodes of him putting Gon first. He got his sister out of their monster house (finally) and he wants to show her the world. Give him that. He and Alluka both deserve a little vacation.

Second of all, please rewatch episode 148. We’d see there that they both have reconciled -- meaning, they already talked about it beforehand and that the separation was mutual. (This missing bit is probably the reason why we’re so riled about this separation thing, because we didn’t actually see or read a proper CLOSURE. All we saw were fake ass smiles and petty bitchin remarks lmao jk).

NOW, after all those episodes of being together, just seeing them go on separate ways at the end, in good terms, mutually understanding and in agreement, BECAUSE they decided to go for what they wanted to do at that moment -- simply that made you question the sincerity of their friendship?

Hmm...

Anon, just because we did not get the shonen happily ever after ending that we wanted where everyone’s together and happy and feasting in one village surrounded by all of the characters in the series with a family picture of everyone at the end of the credits, does not mean that Gon and Killua’s friendship is not sincere.

Just because you choose to apply for a business degree when your bff’s focused in the arts, does not mean that you love them less.

It’s not like Gon would have NOBODY. Killua actually left at the right time because then Gon would meet Ging. Gon wouldn’t be alone. He’d be with his DAD, the reason why he became a hunter anyway. Bet if Ging ended up not appearing at the top of the World Tree, Gon would’ve called Killua and he’d be by his side right away.

[horansqueen]

about YOU&ME: i know you guys dont have any ideas for the future chapters anymore and its all good lol :) just for you&me, i got 192 requests (and about 148 more for AMC)...  thats... incredible. thank you so so much if you took the time to send some and i hope that it reached your expectations when i wrote them!

i need to plan all the chapters left but it shouldnt take too long. its time i finish this story isnt it? so im going to try and update more often. it probably wont be as much as I updated during the lockdown but theres about 7-9 chapters left so it shouldnt take too long.

im excited and sad at the same time. thank you so so much for reading. ill make a proper post when the story is over, no worries. I just wanted to say my ask/inbox is always open if you want to discuss the story or anything. thank you!

[birdly-vagabond]

Update: There’s a problem

“Hey! It’s me. There’s sort of a long post ahead so buckle in I guess. There’s a problem that’s not okay and it need to stop.

I currently have 148 messages in my inbox. OVER 80 of those are hate mail over something that happened MONTHS ago. I asked to drop it. I’ve moved past it but it looks like the community and opposing party have not. I’m not sure what’s going on currently but I got an influx of 14+ messages tonight so i’m assuming something else was posted about me. 

I made one last post about this a while ago, saying I wasn’t going to answer any more hateful messages after that, and I haven’t, but they’ve been collecting and I’m here to ask you all to stop.  I WILL NOT BE RESPONDING TO ANY HATE MAIL.

I don’t know what the opposing party is up to or what lies are being said about me now but. I’m not here to please everyone. I understand not everyone is going to like me or my characters, especially when everything is their word against mine, and I get that. I’ve accepted everything and moved on. But sending this much hate isn’t okay. “

(( I’m still a fucking person you guys. I have a life and feelings and I want that to be respected if nothing else. Hate me if you want, but respect me please. I’ve been gone lately because I’m a University student. I work two jobs. yes two. I’m a creator as well and I was lucky enough to become a vendor at a couple local conventions so i’ve been busy as of late. I’ve also been gone because of the non-stop onslaught of hate i’ve been getting. 

I’m tired. I’m physically tired, I’m mentally tired and i’m emotionally tired.

I have some people asking if the blog is dead and if i’m going to return, and I want to! But at this point i’m not so sure. I don’t want to let one person ruin my happiness and success but it’s sort of hard when there’s something every day. So. I’ll come back and see the fire they’ve created for me later, after my exams, after the first convention this year, and when i have more time and am doing better. Until then i’m asking you all to cut it out. let me live. hate me, love me, i don’t care but stop messaging me to tell me to kill myself cause i’m such an awful person, alright?))

[variantia]

BELLUM.   sooooo I went through my drafts, deleting the things that I’ll be dropping, and-

I got my drafts down from like 148 to 67, which is much more manageable, but ... still a lot, lmao

so it’s possible that as I go to reply to them, more things will get dropped, but I kept all the ones I know I’m still excited about / can get the muse up for / etc., and the ones that are left in there are the ones I’m going to try working on even if I end up dropping a few more things

I may or may not get to doing stuff in the next few weeks, we’ll just have to see on that, but if I do try to do some stuff, I’m going to start with asks because BOY HOWDY do my asks need cleaned out too

unlike the drafts I’ll probably try to do almost all the asks I have in the inbox unless they’re incredibly old

I know I have some art memes in there, and unless I can scrape up the motivation to do them, it unfortunately may end up that whatever art memes I’ve got in the inbox will just be deleted ; if they’re in there, they’re so far back that I don’t know if I’ll be excited about doing them, and doing art I’m not excited about never bodes well for the piece itself, plus they’re old enough that I might not even remember what meme they were for

SO, the plan going forward is that I’ll probably start out with doing asks, then doing drafts

asks will be queued to post as soon as I do them, unless they’re an OOC ask which will be answered as soon as I reply to it

drafts are a little trickier ; to avoid overwhelming myself again with people replying to drafts as soon as I get them out, I plan to reply to all my drafts BEFORE posting or queuing them, then queue them all at once, unless I have one that I’m REALLY REALLY excited to get out

this is probably going to be slow going and I can’t promise that I’ll ever be consistently active or that I’m going to get all this done within the next week or even month, but I do love interacting with everybody and I enjoy being here, so I’m gonna do what I can do to get back on this blog

everything else said, I’ve got several long work days this week and probably in the upcoming weeks, so all I ask is that y’all be patient with me

but, then again ... you probably wouldn’t be willing to stick by me if you weren’t patient, so, I’ll count my lucky stars   xD

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

148, fluff, uhhh, idk what pairing, I just want a soft af GWash? You have no clue how many thank yous I want to give for supporting the petition. It's still up, and there's no limit to when you can vote. But thank you for all the love and support you've been giving all of your followers, including me. I was bursting at the positivity last night!

148 -  “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

A/N: I’m gonna make this so soft and angst filled you are going to be bursting at the seams @themodern-majorgeneral. First time writing whamilton so...

...

George Washington was beyond exhausted. He could feel the world slipping from his finger tips, he was so tired. Yet, not tired enough to hear the kids whispering..

“Alexander! Is he dying?” Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, a five year old who transferred to the school last month. Despite speaking little to no English, the young man has picked up on it faster than most. 

George can picture Alexander, his seven year old helper, shaking his head. “Laf, we need to be quiet. The General had to help after Lee made that mess, despite it not being his fault.” Alexander loudly whispers to Gilbert. George has to keep his face neutral but picturing the boys staring at him in such concern is adorable. It’s not everyday I get to see such hilarity from these two. Despite their circumstances, they will grow into fine men. George thinks to himself as Alexander and Lafayette struggle to carrying the heated blanket. 

There is a warm weight that has George gives such a relief. He’s so exhausted that he doesn’t mind when Lafayette kisses his cheek. He can hear the five year old whisper to him but George is falling deep asleep quicker than expected and--

A pair of lips kiss his cheek and George has to force himself not to open his eyes in surprise. Alexander. As of recent, Alexander has been a lot more nicer and open with him. Yet...Why does he feel like I can’t know about it? Why would he only show affection with only me and Laf? George can’t help but wonder before his brain shuts off. I’ll just ask him later, George reminds himself before slipping into a deep dream. 

...

A/N: This is so cute. Check out @hamil-tots that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I love hamil tots so much. But in all seriousness, Alexander would be the type to do this as a kid. Just sayin’ 

Guys my inbox is open for promts. Send me a pairing and a number (specify the prompt list and only one prompt per ask, thank you.) Let me know what you guys think!! 

[mara-twins]

Mara-twins Prompt List

Hey, guys so this is something new I have been wanting to do for a while now. I’m hoping this will help me better my writing and possibly grow, too.

Send in requests through my inbox only.

You can send in up to three (3) prompts for a one-shot. If a prompt has been used already for a solo request, I will not use it again. So you will have to pick something else. I apologize in advance.

However, if that number was added into a combination (up to 3 prompts) I'll take it. You will also need to pick one (1) person from any of the group list down below. 

[UPDATE]

I have started a ko-fi, so anyone who is willing to buy me a coffee please let me know what your request is and I will add it to a priority pile. 

Guideline for Request:

Pick one (1) person from the list below

Pick one (1) type of genre

Pick your prompt(s)

Person(s) List:

Members of GOT7

Members of BlackPink

SHINee's Minho

BtoB's Peniel and Minhyuk

Day6's Jae and YoungK

Amber Liu

Tom Holland/Peter Parker

Andy Biersack

[More to be added later]

Genre:

AU (State what kind of AU)

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive

Fantasy/Supernatural (Based off the world in my head called Shadows)

Prompt list:

1) “Come over here and make me.”

2) “Have you gone mad?!”

3) “Please don’t.”

4) “Are you leaving?”

5) “You want me to what?”

6) “I’m calling in that favor now.”

“Conditions” - Mark (GOT7)

7) “Do you...I mean, would you like a massage?”

8) “Is there a reason you're on my bed half naked?”

“Beat the Heat” - Mark (GOT7)

9) “Hold up! Are you jealous?”

10) “Did you seriously just reply using song lyrics?” (State the lyric in the ask)

11) “I almost lost you.”

12) “I think we need to talk.”

13) “Wanna bet?”

“Winner pick Dessert” - Yugyeom (GOT7)

14) “Don’t ever do that again!”

15) “I wouldn’t leave even if you wanted me to.”

16) “Just kiss me already!”

“Gonna be Late” - Lisa (BlackPink)

17) “Always”

18) “It could be worse.”

19) “Be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

20) “Looks like we’re trapped...”

21) “This is by far your stupidest plan to date”

22) “Sounds like fun!

23) “You want this where?”

24) “Let’s go dance in the rain!”

25) “Just this once, please?”

26) “We better go before all hell breaks loose.”

27) “I’ve seen you stealing glances at me...”

28) “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this!”

“Enough” - Jackson Wang (GOT7) feat. Park Jinyoung (GOT7)

29) “You’re the only one I can trust to do this.”

30) “I got you a present.”

31) “Marry me?”

32) “What is wrong with you?”

33) “Is that a yes, then?”

34) “Stop acting as if everything’s okay, I can see it’s not.”

35) “It’s 3am...”

36) “We need to go to the cemetery.”

37) “Are you afraid of the dark?”

38) “Monsters aren’t real.”

39) “This isn’t happening!”

40) “I’m not doing that.”

41) “Can we do a movie night here?”

42) “Who’s baby is that?”

43) “I’m pregnant.”

44) “I think I just heard a wolf howl.”

45) “Do you believe...?” (Finish the question when you send in your ask.)

46) “Does this outfit make me look fat?”

47) “Can we just sleep on this?”

48) “I don’t want to get up for school/class”

49) “Why is this happening?”

50) “You can’t possibly know that.”

51) “You’re dangerous”

52) “That’s enough for today.”

53) “I need you”

54) “I want you”

55) “You’re mine”

56) “Be careful what you wish you.”

57) “You look like the resident bad (boy/girl).”

58) “Take a good look at yourself.”

59) “Can we talk about who is the background picture on your phone?”

60) “Look at me.”

More than Friends - Jaebeom (GOT7)

61) “Call me and I’ll be there.”

62) “You were in my dream last night.”

“Blanket Forts and Memories” - Jennie (BlackPink)

63) “It’s been like that every night now.”

64) “You must be magic!”

65) “You are always on my mind lately.”

66) “I’ll keep you safe, just stay with me.”

67) “You can’t do that!”

68) “I am me.”

69) “You know you love me like this.”

70) “Mommy said I can...”

71) “Long time no see”

72) “Of course I’m mad at you!”

73) “Idiot.”

74) “Can I take you out to dinner?”

75) “You owe me...”

76) “That’s just not how things are done around here.”

77) “I’m not that old.”

78) “And neither are you.”

79) “You can’t mean that.”

80) “I do.”

82) “What can I say?”

83) “Love has made you blind.”

84) “My friend”

85) “Give me a sign.”

86) “Did you see...” (Finish question in ask.)

87) “Sweet talk to me”

88) “It’s hot out today.”

89) “Do I have to wear clothes today?”

90) “I can’t understand what you're saying.”

91) “Tell me what to do.”

92) “Your beautiful, baby.”

93) “You’re a lot funnier than you know.”

94) “Maybe you aren’t really seeing.”

95) “Can’t we just pretend this is a movie and everything just works out?”

96) “We can.”

97) “It does.”

98) “Did you wait long?”

99) “This was fun while it lasted.”

100) “This really is goodbye.”

101) “I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

102) “Babe, have you seen my...” (Finish in ask)

103) “Are you seriously more interested in your phone than me right now?”

104) “Hey can you help me?”

105) “This place is a mess!”

106) “Are you sure someone lives here?”

107) “Is this new?”

108) “Have you seen that new post from...” (Finish in ask and send me a link if it’s something real?)

109) “You can’t possibly finish all of that.”

110) “Don’t threaten me.”

111) “You’re my miracle.”

112) “You can’t keep us apart!”

113) “Can we get a pet?” (Identify what kind of pet in your ask)

114) “ROAD TRIP!”

115) “Angels aren’t always white you know.”

116) “Are you part of the mafia?”

117) “You're my mate”

118) “So there’s this party going on, would you like to go with me?”

119) “You look amazing.”

120) “You don’t actually believe in soulmates do you?”

121) “What’s that?”

122) “Thanks, but no thanks.”

123) “Call a doctor!”

124) “You’re under arrest.”

125) “I think we just entered hell.”

126) “I’m dead.”

127) “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

128) “Ugh! Can’t we just move past all this?”

129) “Sorry, but I think that’s mine.”

130) “I love them too.”

131) “You’ll survive, even if it’s without me.”

132) “How did you do that?”

133) “Would you like to join me?”

134) *Laughs* “How many girls have you used that line on?”

135) “You aren’t going to win me over that easily.”

136) “Do you remember when we were kids?”

137) “He/She’s touching me!” “No, I’m not!” “He/she’s touching me!!”

138) “Would you grow up!”

139) “Easy for you to say, you're perfect!”

140) “Can I crash out here?”

141) “Do you have any food here?”

142) “Can you be any more like a pig?”

143) “Come cuddle with me!”

144) “Aren’t you being a little brat.”

145) “Drop it!”

146) “Don’t even think about it!”

147) “You did all that for me?”

148) “I don’t feel so well.”

“Paradise Havoc” - Jackson (GOT7)

149) “I’m fine.”

150) “I’m a fast healer.”

151) “And he/she’s going for more!”

152) “You matter to me.”

153) “What did you just call me?”

154) “Can you even cook?”

155) “We can stop all of this, here and now.”

Sickness and Injury Prompts

A - Z Angst Prompts