#kiki’s flying business

[saltintheseaa]

also kiki’s delivery service’s commentary on manmade industry vs machine industry… machines are unpredictable but we can always count on our hands and our bodies to do the job!

[eflen-n-reegee]

Friend Kiki Headcanons (Kiki’s Delivery Service)

She frequently takes you flying, soaring over the city and pointing out interesting things. She even tries to teach you how to fly, on the off chance that you might be descended from witches.

(It doesn’t work, but you’re not too disappointed. Flying alone probably isn’t half as fun.)

You, in turn, teach her how to ride a bike. She’s very wobbly, and you both laugh about her lack of balance.

Jiji thinks you’re a pretty decent person, and even agrees to let you adopt one of his kittens - just take really good care of them!

When Kiki’s busy in the bakery, you help out as much as you can.

(And in return, she sneaks you a couple of Osono’s pastries. They’re delicious!)

When Kiki has free time and doesn’t feel like flying, the two of you wander around the city and look in the shop windows.

She’s come to love her dark dress, but she still likes looking at pretty clothes. The perfect compromise? You go into a store together and try on some fancy outfits!

She LOVES the ocean, and you spend most weekends by the water. She packs a picnic and everything!

Kiki understands how complicated and overwhelming feelings can be, and she’s always ready and willing to listen if you need to talk or vent or cry. She never judges, and very often can help; but even when she can’t, just getting everything out can be really cathartic.

[sugarsnappeases]

microfic - lesbian tedromeda!! | 2k words | kiki’s delivery service au

this one’s for my angel @stillagoodwitch and also (mainly) for cat (want u to read it aloud to her please, do u think she ships tedromeda??)

Andromeda thought she was doing well, all things considered.

She’d made it to the ocean, flown through the night to a seaside city with no other witches where she could settle down and start her new life, and no lightning bolts had come down from the sky to smite her, no demons had come from the manor to try and drag her back.

She was free and she was doing well.

She had Cat, her cat, all her savings and, of course, her broom and she thought she was making a good first impression on the townspeople, smiling politely and floating overhead in the early morning sun as she looked for somewhere to land.

It was a busy city, busier than anywhere she had ever been - people bustling across the pavements, cars rushing through the streets - but she thought that was probably a good thing, the change, the freedom, the anonymity of crowds.

She moved out into the road a little to fly under a bridge and - swerved as quickly as she could to the left to avoid being run over by a truck that was coming through the other way. Her broom lurched off sideways, her elbow scraping against the wall of the bridge as she flew away from it - directly into the path of another car.

It was louder now, cacophonous even, cars screeching to stops and beeping their horns at her as she tried desperately to get her broom back under control, swinging this way and that and nearly hitting another three cars before the broom sped off down the pavement, Andromeda still clinging on, pedestrians jumping out of her way.

She managed to stop, hovering in the air just around the corner from all the chaos she had caused, and lowered herself, and Cat, who had also been hanging on for dear life, and her savings and her broom, down onto the pavement with a sigh of relief.

Andromeda took a deep breath before looking up at the people who had stopped to stare at her, trying to smile her friendliest smile, which was rather unpractised, trying to look like she knew what she was doing and like she belonged there and like she wasn’t a complete disaster.

She wasn’t entirely sure how well she was succeeding but she smoothed down her hair and after a few moments everyone started to move about their days again.

Turning to Cat, who was perched on her shoulder now, she said “Well, I think-“

“What do you think you’re doing flying around like that?!” Shouted someone who had marched up behind her. Andromeda turned to see what looked like a policeman, still yelling at her, “You could’ve caused a crash! In fact, you’re lucky you didn’t!”

“Sorry, sir,” Andromeda stepped back against the wall behind her, trying to think what she was supposed to do in this kind of situation, it wasn’t really something she had ever been taught to deal with and for all that she was doing well, for all the she was freer and happier, she was started to feel a little overwhelmed, “I’m still getting used to how busy the city is, I just got here today, you see”

The policeman looked unimpressed, “That’s no excuse, you should still know better than to fly around causing a ruckus like that, someone could’ve got seriously hurt!”

Andromeda frowned a little, because surely it hadn’t been that dangerous, she knew she was a good flyer and it wasn’t like it was her fault that the truck had suddenly appeared like that, but she thought it unwise to say, so she let the man continue his tirade.

“Now,” he said finally, pulling out a notebook and flipping it open, “What’s your name and address?”

Andromeda opened her mouth, racking her brains to think of a suitable answer because she wasn’t sure if her name was really hers anymore, she thought her parents would probably have burnt her off the family tree by now, once they had woken up and discovered that she was gone, and she certainly wasn’t going to give out her old address but she didn’t yet have a new one to use instead. She was alone, and she didn’t have a home anymore and she desperately didn’t want this policeman to get in contact with her parents so all that she could come up with to say in the end was, “Um…”

“Don’t even think about lying to me, girl,” the policeman frowned at her, tapping his pen against the top of his notebook, “And hurry it up, I haven’t-“

Just then, he was interrupted by a shout of “Stop! Thief! Somebody stop him! Thief!” and he hurried off around the corner towards the noise, telling Andromeda to wait where she was and not move a muscle.

Andromeda stood there for a second or two, then relaxed her shoulders, turning towards Cat again, “That was lucky”

Cat nodded sagely, agreeing with her, and they wandered away in the other direction, slipping in between the other pedestrians and taking the next turning they came across.

She was taking it as a good sign, a symbol that maybe some god was smiling upon her running away - she knew she had done the right thing, knew she couldn’t have stayed there for a single day longer, she wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if she’d had to come up with a name and address for the policeman.

Running away had been like shedding her name, her last name at least, like an old coat, like a skin that didn’t quite fit right over her bones. The further she had flown from that manor, the more at peace she had felt, something settling in her.

So maybe the two of them, Andy and Cat, weren’t off to the best start but they had still been fairly lucky; at least they hadn’t been hit by any of those cars, at least they didn’t have to give up their old address and at least they weren’t currently being dragged back across the country to Black manor and the parents who Andromeda wasn’t sure would even let her in anymore, to the sisters, who she had been trying quite desperately not to think about, who she wasn’t sure would even want to speak to her anymore.

She had Cat, and her savings, and her broom, and she was going to make a new life for herself. She was free, and she wasn’t going back, and things were going to work out. Andromeda was repeating that like a mantra as she and Cat walked down a side street, trying to decide where to go from there.

“Hey! Hey, wait!” Came a voice from behind them, it wasn’t the policeman, it was a much younger voice, so Andromeda didn’t immediately break into a run, but it put her a little on edge nevertheless. She wasn’t sure what this person wanted so she didn’t turn to face them, continuing to walk onwards,

“Hey, that was pretty good, right?” the person was beside her now, Andromeda peered at them out of the corner of her eye, a person around her age on a bicycle, pedalling along in time with her steps, “I was the one who called thief, it was a distraction, I helped you get away, right?”

Andromeda turned her head slightly to look at them but didn’t reply, still walking along, struggling to suppress the instinctive sneer at the person’s unkempt hair and untidy clothing. She wasn’t her father, she wasn’t a Black, not anymore, but as much as she had shed that skin and felt better for it, there were things that had been drilled into her since birth that would take more than one night on a broomstick and a fifty odd miles to remove.

“Oi Teddy!” someone else called out from a group of teenagers gathered outside a shop, speaking to the person on the bike, who Andy now assumed was named Teddy, “Isn’t it a bit early to be on the prowl?”

Andromeda frowned, wondering whether she should be offended and feeling slightly out of her depth, more than she already had been. Teddy’s only response was a middle finger - frightfully vulgar, said her mother's voice in her head - and Andromeda worried this would lead to some act of violence or something, but the other teenagers barely batted an eye, just laughing in response.

“Shut up,” laughed Teddy back, and then proceeded to nearly crash into a lamppost because they hadn’t been concentrating on the road in front of them. Andromeda lips twitched, wanting to smile in spite of herself, as she continued to walk on, watching all of this out of the corner of her eye and studiously pretending that she wasn’t.

Teddy cycled a little quicker to catch up with her again, “Hey, can I have a look at your broom? It’s so cool that you can fly like that”

Andromeda kept walking, acting like she hadn’t even heard. She wasn’t used to speaking with people her age, or with anyone who wasn’t her family really, and she didn’t know how she was supposed to behave. There was a part of her that found this all quite endearing, but it was being drowned out by panic and frustration and an insistent need to be alone.

“Please could I just have a quick look?” Teddy continued, undeterred by her lack of response, “I love flying, I just wanna see what your broom is like - It could be payment for how I helped you out with the policeman”

At that, Andromeda stopped, turning sharply to look at the person still cycling beside her.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” she said, a little angry now, probably a little irrationally, she had never been good at controlling her temper, she was a Black after all, or she used to be, “I didn’t want your help. I suppose I have to thank you for it now but it was rude of you to not even introduce yourself”

Andromeda started walking again, frustrated at herself for snapping like that but also frustrated when out of the corner of her eye she saw Teddy recover from their moment of shock and grin, wide and bright, pedalling to get beside her again.

“I’m Ted,” they said, still smiling, and Andromeda didn’t know why that made her feel all warm inside, like that smile could solve all her problems, could calm the stormy seas that were constantly waging war on her, trying to pull her under. Then Ted, not Teddy, which must be a nickname, spoke again, “Now I’ve introduced myself, can I please have a look at your broom? Pretty please?”

Andromeda huffed, a bit discomfited by how friendly they were despite her rudeness, a bit annoyed by their persistence, entirely out her depth and clinging on to her pride and her anger like they were life jackets, a last bastion of familiarity in this new life where everything was new.

“No,” she snapped, harsh and definitive, “Leave me alone.”

She felt a bit pathetic as she stomped away, unsure why she had gotten so worked up like that, her anger gone almost as soon as it had arrived, disappointed in herself and the way she had behaved, worried that she was still too much like her family, like she would never be able to escape them even as she left them behind.

Andromeda didn’t know how she was meant to interact with this person, or any person really, she was beginning to worry that she didn’t know anything at all, overwhelmed by the newness of the city, the crowds and the buildings and the sense that she was on the outside, looking in on something that she might never be able to be a part of, uncomfortable with how Ted was trying to invite her in.

She turned a corner and got on her broom, flying away quickly and aimlessly, confused and maybe a little upset but mostly at herself. Andromeda, with Cat sat on the handle of the broom now, wondered whether this new life might be just a tad more difficult than she had first anticipated.

[techtechonmymind]

poor sakura. it’s so creepy seeing comments on a video of her crying and panicking, seizing her throat in fear because she’s fucking afraid of singing in front of people and has lost her love for singing where people are like OH YEAH SO WHAT. like do you all not have hearts? do you think people can learn and improve when they are THAT overwhelmed by the prospect of it? do we not take fear seriously anymore? when doyoung talked about losing his love for music and singing, were we not despairing with him? haven’t you all seen kiki’s delivery service lol she couldn’t fly her broom when she got in a rut like that! do you think kicking sakura while she’s down is………….helpful….? has a point? WHO THE FUCK IS HOLDING YOU ALL AT GUNPOINT TO LISTEN TO LE SSERAFIM. when i don’t like a western artist or don’t feel like they’re good enough i just ignore them like the busy, employed adult i am. why do you feel like this artist you don’t like owes you anything lol. go pay attention to music you like!

[malaierba]

What monster do you want to see the dungeon meshi crew cook up?

Hi pal! Sorry I took so long to answer, I wanted to add pictures to my reply and go through my trusty youkai book to see if something besides my first 3 choices caught my attention (in the end I decided that 3 is such a nice number already, let's not be extra) (you will soon see that i failed step one, this post gets very very extra)

That we haven't seen before? Hmm 🤔

Well, I'm pretty happy with what they eat in canon. Post-canon in true "Toshiro my beloved, I would kill and die to learn more about the pandemonium you call home" fashion, I think there's several yōkai that would be interesting to see cooked!

Yosuzume

Bird yōkai that appear in the night and chirp "chi, chi, chi" like a sparrow, and are said to pass in front of people who walk along mountain trails. In some prefectures it takes the form of a butterfly or a moth. It generally warns travelers of upcoming encounters with mountain dogs or mountain wolves. Often, only one person within a group of travelers can hear them.

Since it's essentially just a bird with supernatural abilities, that's quite an easy hurdle to overcome when it comes to eating, right? Even if it probably WILL give the killers bad luck.

Would be fun to see it as a moth/butterfly though, since THEN we'd get to see the Bug Besties (Falin + Toshiro)'s position on eating bugs.

Ushi-oni

A yōkai from the folklore of western Japan. They usually have an ox's head with sharp upward-curving horns, wicked fangs and a slender tongue, and an oni's torso. Other ushi-oni have a reverse appearance, with an oni's head and an ox's body. Their body is also commonly depicted as spider-like with six legs and long singular claws at the end of each appendage.

They may appear wearing human clothing, or flying with the wings of an insect. They spit poison and enjoy killing and eating humans.

Now THAT'S unsettling, isn't it? I like the challenge of eating an arachnid. It's doubly irk-inducing, because it's a very ugly monster, and also what would the meat be like? Beef? Would it be more insect-like?

If your culture doesn't eat both it's going to be challenging. And even if they do, it's such an odd mix, I think only the most adventurous would dare to take this one on, which is very interesting!

Yamabiko

An echo-spirit depicted as a small goat-like humanoid in a sitting position.

Yamabiko will echo any sound created by humans. They're rare to encounter and even rarer to engage. If someone tries to touch it, they will feel their hand passing through a viscous liquid. If you talk to Yamabiko, it will repeat what the person said before responding. For example: "What is your name?" "What is my name? My name is Yamabiko"

Now on to the other side of unsettling, this little dude is not only not what it appears (viscous? really?? how do you cook that! soup time?) it TALKS.

I know I'm leaning hard on the taboo side of monster eating, but, I mean, would you eat an animal that talks back? Many people think that eating parrots and crows is evil for that very reason, but are they that different from a chicken? Idk! It's interesting to me.

Also!!! I've made this joke before but I low-key really do think that eating the flying hag would fix Toshiro lol

"Mar, It's made of magic and paper" idc eat your trauma to assert your dominance Toshiro do it for me, beloved. High in fiber too, essentially a health food!

Since we're on the topic, I think it'd be very fun if this... Yknow, monster eating business was seen from the perspective of Toshiro + Falin + Namari + Kiki + Kaká + probably someone else though I haven't figured out who. Tade would be cute since I think Toshiro would benefit from being closer to her, enough that he can talk openly to her about... spoilers?

The plot could be that as she's about to go on her Journey Around The World, Falin asks Namari if she wants to tag along to visit Toshiro, since the two of them got along so well in the party.

I imagine Namari would not only have an interest in going to Wa and learning what their weapons are like (Wa is after all inspired in Japan, who is renowned for their swordsmithing & polishing tradition. Maybe they could reference the 10 legendary katana legend too?), she'd be excited to see Toshiro again.

Kind of want Kaka and Kiki to tag along, since they have such a cute dynamic and I quite liked how they were used for exposition. Besides! KikiMari crumbs. Wouldn't it be sweet if Mr. and Ms. Tansu encouraged them to tag along so they can broaden their horizons?

I also kind of want to see them interact with Toshiro? Toshiro and Kaka are probably too similar to be too talkative, but it'd also provide an opportunity for the theme of kinship (prevalent in Toshiro's story) and also just. situational humour around two guys who are reserved. Not many mangakas can pull it off, but Ryoko Kui is definitely one of the few.

And with Kiki, idk I see something there! She has the type of personality that's a good balance of polite and cheeky. And Toshiro's so easy to tease lol. I think they'd have a fun friendship. Also tbh there's my 'toshiro and namari are each other wingmans, its not very good but its what they've got' agenda.

Showing everyone around would be a good opportunity for Toshiro to leave his household and do a little soul-finding himself, too.

Finally, I'm kinda super into the idea of their adventures actually being narrated by Laios, who's reading to Kabru and Marceille and others but mainly them the letters he's receiving from Falin, Toshiro and Namari.

Oh btw, if they're eating yokai it's absolutely because of Falin lol. She gets her way every time, somehow.

[emma-d-klutz]

In Kiki’s Delivery Service it’s established that Kiki has to spend a year away from home and find her witch specialty. Her mother’s specialty is potions, and the the witch girl she meets who just finished her year can tell fortunes with a concentration on fortunes about love. This is supposed to be like some coming of age rite of passage and an internship before a lifelong career or something, right? But Kiki focuses on flight the whole time, a skill which all witch’s have obtained before their year away and is a prerequisite to even take this childhood gap year. And she didn’t spend that year working on becoming the fastest flyer ever, didn’t invent specialty brooms or some new technique to set her flying apart from all the garden variety flying; she just used a skill she already had to make a delivery service. 

Now you may think I’m being extremely hard on some 13-year-old’s accomplishments - it’s not like I could have lived away from home and had my own business at fucking 13 - but did this bother anyone else as a child? Like did no one else worry about her not having a special speciality like the other witches? 

[c00kie-crossing]

Welcome to an Animal Crossing blog that is also an RP/Ask blog for my Island called Cryptid!

I have reset many many times so I made this blog to hopefully keep this island for longer.

You can ask me or any of my villagers questions or give them dares and I will do my best to answer them all. (Note dares will only last for five asks)

Feel free to spam like, also I'm on mobile so if the Ask box doesn't work you can DM me or leave a comment on this pinned post. The roleplay tag is #ACNH CryptidCrew otherwise its a normal ACNH blog.

My current villagers and their backstorys are below the cut!

Island Name: Cryptid

Airport Color: Blue

Native Fruit: Apples

Native Flower: Hyacinth

Main Plot: Cryptid is cookie's purgatory after dying on the plane ride to the Island. Tom Nook is the creator and overseer of the limbo plane and his goal is to keep cookie happy. His motives are a mystery.

Also important to note there is a bit of magic that is canon such as transmutation (turning furniture into leafs and such). Levitation (some items float.) And so on. Cookie is practicing to become a sorcereress!

cookie (the human not the pink dog)

• As stated before cookie is dead but as of now she doesn't know it yet. Tom Nook will do his best to keep it that way.

• cookie watched a video about Mothman on the fly over to the island which inspired her to name it Cryptid.

• Sherb, Shino, and Flurry are her island besties. Sherb is like her little brother, Shino is her love interest, and Flurry is her rock.

Muffy

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• Muffy is the quiet mysterious goth of the island. She likes to say bad things are good and vise versa. Kinda like the Addams family.

• She has a mutual crush on Pietro but as of yet they are not together.

Ribbot

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• (COMING SOON)

Sherb

• Sherb is cookies favorite.

• Sherb's past is a bit of a mystery but from what cookie has gathered it is not a happy one. Sherb's parents somehow lost custody over him and he moved in with his grandparents. The whole situation caused him so much distress he began to "hear" bugs talk to him.

• Sherb doesn't let the past bother them however as he trusts in cookie to keep him happy and safe. They are snack buddies forever.

• He had a onesided crush on Lolly.

Shino

• Shino's father is the ruler of the eighth ring of hell (going based on Dungeons and Dragons lore). He sent his daughter Shino to go to Tom Nook's limbo plane of existence and collect the lost souls. But the moment Shino arrived on the material plane she fell in love with the people and culture and traditions. Now she is trying to somehow break her fathers ties of her and find a way to defeat him.

• Shino deeply cares for cookie she just can't decide whether to keep her close or if it would be safer to keep her at a distance.

Flurry

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• Flurry is cookie's voice of reason. The two rely on each other in a sister like bond.

• Flurry may seem sweet and innocent (and she is!) but she also loves a little bit of a edge to her. Her uncle is Marlo the mob boss.

Pietro

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• Pietro is a loud, playful, and colorful clown who loves to play harmless pranks.

• He knows what it is like to be hated so when the quiet mysterious Muffy rolled into town, he immediately set out to befriend her. It's very clear to everyone else that they are in love.

Petri

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Marlo

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• Marlo came to Cryptid for one reason. To hire a naive bellionaire human into growing his business. The moment he saw cookie he knew he could easily manipulate her.

• First it started with a gift. The day he moved in Marlo pulled some favors and got KK Slider to find her island. Cookie was wary of him but offered him a place to stay in Cryptid. This was his in. Threatening Curlos, he moved right into the sheep's home and began his plan. In his eyes it's not an "if" cookie will join him. Its "when."

Deli

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• cookie found Deli alone on an island and nursed him back to health. Since then he felt as if he owed her a debt.

• Killed Kiki and got away with it.

Extra

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• (COMING SOON)

Past Villagers: Cherry, Curlos, Antonio, Kiki, Lolly, Sterling, Whitney,

[cistematicchaos]

hi chaos! it's been awhile since i've reached out, been so busy and taking a break from Tumblr. how are you?

LMAO I JUST sent you an ask bc I saw you in my notifs !!! 😂 good to see you back, reign! I'm perpetually seesawing on that thin line between being okayish and losing my mind but i'm watching kiki's flying delivery service rn, so I'm doing ok.

what about you? listened to any good music lately?

[mistyfoxxy]

Huntlow Prompt; Willow asks Hunter to teach her how to fly an airship (since it's HEAVILY implied in Clouds on the Horizon that she doesn't know and was willing to learn on the fly to chase down Kiki and give her a beat down before she could take 'Hunter' to Belos) mostly as an excuse to spend more time alone with him.

First off the fact that you sent me a prompt had me mentally screaming. So i hope this is good! Definitely didn't take days trying to make sure its perfect.

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"We'll be sending materials to rebuild and transporting goods tomorrow aboard the aircrafts. Since you know how to fly then we'll need your help. You'll just have to miss the game." Darius told Hunter.

This brought an unsatisfied sigh from the ex-soldier. "But.. It's Willow! She's the one that invited me!" Hunter whispered shouted as he tried to not be obvious about his displeasure to the others in the room.

Darius muttered something about hormones and rubbed his face tiredly. "Well then you better find someone else that knows how to fly an airship." 

Hunter looked back at the three others in the room. Eda and Raine were already gonna be flying one of the aircrafts and Luz was heading back to the human for the week because of school. He had only made a few friends outside of the hexsquad as they called themselves and he'd have felt bad asking any of them to do it... well he seriously doubted they even knew how to fly one. Gus was too young to fly one even if he taught him.  And showing Willow how to fly one would be stupid considering the purpose of finding someone to do it for him was so he could spend time with her.

He groaned in annoyance. "Ok fine. I'll just have to tell her I can't go." 

"Sorry Little Prince, I'll pay for yalls tickets whenever the next game is in town." Darius assured. 

"Wait. She had to pay for the tickets?!" Hunter freaked out at this new information. Not only was he not coming, but he wasted her money? Oh this couldn't get worse. 

He then turned out the door and ran towards her house. 

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Hunter found the dark haired beauty kneeled to the ground as she worked the soil around a small plant. He felt his hands tighten to fists and he became a loss of words when she turned and smiled at him.

"Hey Hunter. I didn't know you were coming by. "

"Heh, uhm, surprise?" He tried.

She smiled sweetly and patted the ground beside her as she wiped her hands on her skirt. 

Hunter gulped and tensely sat down. Under any other circumstances he'd have started gushing on about something he found out that day or just straight up tipped over his words in an incoherent train of thought. But today guilt flooded his mind. 

"I'm not gonna make it tomorrow." He rushed out. 

'Wh-"

"I can pay you back for the tickets! I promise. Dell has been giving me allowance and even some extra pay for helping with the planting and carving. So- ugh. I forgot my bag." Hunter cursed under his breath and smacked his hand to his forehead. 

"Oh.. It's ok. They weren't that expensive. You don't have to pay. " Willow dismissed casually but Hunter could see the disappointment in her eyes. His heart dropped at the sight and he desperately tried to think of something to make up for it. 

Maybe... he could take her-

"Did something come up?" Willow asked but seemed very interested in her fingers all of a sudden. 

"I have to help transport goods and building materials to the Left Arm. They don't have anyone else that knows how to fly that isn't busy or already flying one." 

This caught her interest. “You’re taking an air ship?”

”Yeah. Why?”

“Well… I’ve always wanted to know how to fly one of them.. you know, to add it to my list of achievements?” She tried, gaze averted towards the sky. 

”Oh really? They’re not that hard maybe-“

”You could teach me!” She finished excitedly. She grabbed his hands in hers and smiled widely. Eyes lit up at the idea. 

It took Hunter a full three seconds to catch up to what she was saying as he was distracted by his hands between her own. “You want me to teach you? Really?”

”yeah! Besides last time I tried it didn’t uhm. Work well. So it’d be nice to know how to, In case something comes up again.” 

“Y-yeah. I don’t know when I’d be able to though. Well I’m free but I- I mean when you are free?” 

“We can go now! Surely they won’t mind if the boiling isles favorite hero taught little ole me.” 

Hunter chuckled at this. “You mean if the boiling isles like fifth favorite hero taught the worlds most powerful witch.” He smirked, unconsciously leaning closer. 

“I wouldn’t say the most powerful… maybe the boiling isles fifth favorite biggest fan.” She hinted. Now only mere inches away from the blondes face, their heart and galderstone quickened in pace. 

Last time they were this close to eachother they had kis- 

“Woah! Am I interrupting something?” 

The two jerked away from each other, faces flushed deeply and met the gaze of their favorite illusionist. He wore a sly smirk on his face. Arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

“Yes.” 

”No!”

The two replied in unison. They both snapped their gaze back to each other, shock on the plant witches face and embarrassment/confusion from the grimwalker. 

“He’s not?”

”He is?”

Gus laughed mercilessly at the two before stating he’d give them a minute. That he had to grab something from inside. 

“So uhm. Do you want to go today? I’m free.” Willow stated quickly, too embarrassed to talk about what had almost happened while trying to hold back the laughter at the blondes disappointed face. 

“Oh. Yeah we can. What about Gus? He seemed like he needed something.” He mumbled.

”oh don’t worry about him. Imma run inside and change real quick and then see what he needed. You could come inside but… then my dads would want to ask too many questions and it would take away our time together- I mean our time to train! “ she laughed forcefully and took off towards the door.

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“Hunter? What are you- you brought your girlfriend? If this is about the game tomorrow then we can find-“

”No! She wants me to teach her how to fly. And she’s not- er we’re not uhm-“

”I asked Hunter to teach me how to fly one in case y’all need an extra hand later. It’s fine. The tickets aren’t that expensive anyway.” She prompted with a raised eyebrow, hoping the ex head coven witch would catch on. 

Darius raised and eyebrow and nodded slowly. “Well thank you for the help Miss Park. I’m sure it will come in handy soon. I’ll leave you to it then. Make sure to have the airship back before sunset please so we can load it tonight, Hunter.”

”Oh of course! Thanks Darius.” Hunter smiled at the closet thing he seemed to have to a father before turning towards the plant witch. “This way.”

The two walked towards one of the many air ships, and made their way aboard it. Hunter looked at the many levers and suddenly went kind blank. “So uhm. What part did you wanna learn?” 

“How to fly? I guess. Are there different ways to-“

”No! Sorry that was a stupid question. Sorry I just, it’s hard to think around you sometimes- I mean not that it’s a bad thing but- I… I don’t know. This is an airship!” He shouted unnecessarily. He felt heat rush to his face as he pursed his lips and put his hands on his hips. What the heck was he doing? He knew how to teach someone how to fly. Sure he hadn’t done it before but it couldn’t be that hard! Titan help. 

Willow giggled and brought a hand to her mouth. She then tapped a finger to her chin and hummed thoughtfully. “You could start by telling me what does what?” She offered. 

This brought an “O” to the boys face. He then turned towards the front and looked over the many operating levers and such. “Well. You see the wheel, of course it’s used for steering. It controls the keel. It’s like, do you know how a bird uses its tail feathers to turn and balance themselves while they’re flying?”

”I didn’t but I do now. That’s pretty cool.” She smiled thoughtfully.

”heh, well uhm that’s what that’s for. And then see this? This controls the sail and mast. You’ll want to be wary of the wind for that. It also controls the speed. And then this lever? The one hanging? It lowers the ship- safely. Last time one of y’all pulled this lever,” he pointed, “ that turned on the autopilot. Since Darius had it on autopilot, he didn’t have this lever pulled, this turns the propellers on. I don’t know why he did that though, autopilot is the main reason people crash the ships. It’s fine if they want to, well need to do something but he should have left this on anyways.  That just means he wasn’t paying a lick of attention and didn’t want to watch the meter.” He huffed indignantly and muttered something about how he could’ve gotten them hurt. “This is the one that turns on the propellers, that starts the ship. This one lifts it up. And that one, depending on which shift you’re in, brings you however high you wanna go. I would stay in the fifth shift since you’re a beginner. You don’t want to be low in case of running into something or being to close to the forest canopy. But you don’t need to be high enough that you get caught in a wind turbulence. That could be bad.” He trialed off.

.

Willow looked up and smiled. “So this is pretty much all I need to know?”

”Well this is the basics. So technically you could fly a ship, but you would definitely need someone with you who knew what they were doing.” 

A devious smirk formed on the plant witch’s face. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

”Well of course I do- wait. Do you wanna try flying it?” 

“Maybeee?” She smiled widely. 

His galderstone best a little faster at the large grin on her face. It had taken him who knows how long to go over everything and show which lever does which. The sun looked like it would set soon.. and Darius said to have it back before then. “I don’t-“

”Please?” She asked, eyes wide, her hands now gripping his in her own. She squeezed them in anticipation. 

“I- I guess it wouldn’t hurt?” 

“Yes!” She jumped excitedly and turned towards the levers. Using all her knowledge she had gained to start the ship and got ready for lift off. 

It took everything in Hunter not to freak out as she quickly turned everything on. But she obviously had been listening cause he didn’t see one wrong move. Titan this girl was a fast learner. 

But then she reached for the wrong lever. “Wait!” Hunter tried, but didn’t make it fast enough before she pulled it back and they were sent skyrocketing into the air. 

“AHHH!”

Hunter quickly took over and pulled a few lever, before putting that one back in place. They were a few hundred feet in the air now, luckily they hadn’t gotten too high up. 

He sighed in relief. 

Just as he thought his galderstone had settled from the panic it picked right back up. He saw two hand clasped around his waist and noticed the feel of someone snuggled against his back. He gulped, feeling his face burn fiercely. 

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled from behind. 

Silence.

”Hunter?” The girl slowly let go of his waist and peeked around. His face was red, he bit his lip, clamping his mouth shut. Obvious mirth shone from his eyes as he met her gaze. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA” 

“What?” Willow stood in shock as the blond boy doubled over from laughing so hard. 

“You-you…” he wheezed.

Willow narrowed her eyes but couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her stomach. Soon they were both laughing merrily.

As the laughter died down, Willow twirled a piece of hair in her finger. “I pulled the autopilot lever didn’t I?” 

He nodded, a big smile still on his face as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and let out a long happy sigh.  “You’re so amazing.” 

“I almost got us killed.” She chuckled. 

“I know. But it’s ok. We’re ok. I just thought you were doing so well! Which you did and then that happened, I couldn’t help but laugh, I’m sorry.” 

“I’d have laughed too, it’s ok. I. To tell the truth I kind of stopped listening half way through.” She muttered softly. A small pink tint draped across her cheeks. 

“Oh… I was talking too much. I’m sorry.”

”What? No!” Willow quickly caught herself and grabbed his hands again. “I love listening to you talk. You were just… so darn cute I couldn’t pay attention.”

Hunter squeaked. “Cute?”

”Yeah! You’re cute. I can usually focus but you were being extra cute.” She muttered sheepishly. “I.. I didn’t come to learn how to fly either.. I mean I did! But it was mainly just so I could spend time with you.” She admitted. 

Hunter felt like his chest was gonna burst at the pure joy he felt in hearing that. 

She wasn’t prepared for what came out his mouth next. 

“Please marry me.”

”Wait what?” She blushed fiercely.

”Uh. I mean! Oh look at time! Darius is gonna kill is if we don’t land this ship soon!” Hunter quickly turned away and started operating the ship towards the others. His face was redder than she had ever seen it and she felt herself flutter at the thought of what he said. 

“One day. Maybe.”

”Huh?”

”I’ll marry you one day.”  She smiled as she placed a quick kiss on his cheek and leaned her head against his shoulder. 

He felt like he could die from happiness then and there. But maybe he better land that ship first. 

[minusgangtime]

The apocalyptic kitty crew batch 7 bios:

“Now,let’s have some FUN.~”

Name: lollipop

Age: 20

Status: healthy

Feeling: energetic

Bio: though her and pinkie are twins,they both developed different ways of coping,while with pinkie is was to completely abandon who she was,lollipop was the complete opposite,using her high energy levels to mask whatever sadness or fear she had til she had none left. She treats dealing with infected as some game as she just shoots them,not allowing herself to feel any complex feelings of sadness or despair. She’s actually the same as she was before,still the hyper and supportive kitty everyone knows and loves,just a bit cookoo.

“I don’t understand..what I did wong!..”

Name: derpy

Age: 20

Status: infected (stage 3 of glitch infection.)

Feeling: sad

Bio: early in the apocalypse,the glitch manipulated derpys child like naivety and infected her,she was saved by lollipop and minkie. In the aftermath,she felt like no one wanted to be around her anymore,when that wasn’t the case,everyone was either in distress or busy. She had gained glitchy wings but doesn’t know how to fly,she mostly stays in her room,not wanting to bother anyone.

“He promised a shit show. I guess he didn’t disappoint.”

Name: bloom

Age: 12

Status: healthy

Feeling: numb

Bio: from the apocalypse,she became mostly apathetic and she stays inside her room for the most part. Her bow got really torn up so she dosent even wear it anymore..

“I’ll show you how it feels to be a defenseless victim.”

Name: inkie

Age: 24

Status: healthy

Feeling: vengeful

Bio: inkie has had to watch her new family suffer,cause of that,recent and hatred boiled within her,though cause she represses all her emotions,it was hard to spot..when the cats were given the option to fight infected,she knew she could finally take her revenge. So when she goes to take out infected,she teams up with blinkie to take care of them. Wearing a pair of matching gloves so they can’t bite her arms and to cover her arms from any blood or infection splatter,she maiming slices deep into them with a sharp dagger.

“LETS SEE WHOS THE BITCH NOW!”

Name: blinkie

Age:22

Status: uninfected

Feeling: enraged

Bio: like inkie,she felt enraged from how the apocalypse hurt everyone,though she showed it much more then inkie,when they were allowed to help fight,she teamed up with inkie to drive off infected,she made shoulder,knee pads and a helmet made of spikes that she could use against infected,her main weapon being a spiked club or her fists.

“When will I break?..when will I decide..I don’t care?..”

Name: minkie

Age: 26

Status: immune

Feeling: hopeless

Bio: like the other two,minkie had built up hidden resentment for the infected,when the cats were fist able to fight against them,minkie pummeled the infected into the ground,however..as time passed,she stopped,cause she couldn’t afford to care anymore,she lost the ability to care from how much hope has lost..she wants to end her life..but she can’t cause she knows if she dies..her family would be devastated..

“What should I do?..what can I do?..”

Name: babs

Age: 12

Status: healthy

Feeling: useless

Bio: babs has just been stuck inside cause of the apocalypse,she’s not confident enough to take on infected despite knowing how to fight. Often times she harms herself not cause she feels helpless to do anything..but it’s just to feel..something.

“I guess..there’s nothing a can do anymore huh?..”

Name: Kiki

Age:26

Status: immune

Feeling: useless

Bio: for the longest time Kiki TRIED to find something she could do to help her family end the apocalypse,she was able to save them from being trapped in a toxic house,surely she can save the now! Right? Ind day it just..occurred to her..she CANT do anything..and once she realized this..her motivation to do anything stopped..

“Now you mess with me,and all the powers of HELL!”

Name: onyx

Age: 24

Status: immune

Feeling: determined

Bio: she spent most of her time in the early days of the apocalypse studying demon magic,with the spell book GF had left behind,when the cats were given the chance to fight the infected. She knew it was her time,using all the demon magic she learned to destroy and drive away the infected,not showing any restraint,she is determined to help save the world,even if she was to rid a few infected to do so.

“Pleading won’t do you any good here.”

Name: maud

Age: 20

Status: healthy

Feeling: nothing

Bio: when the cats were allowed to fight back,one cat that the infected ate the most scared of,is muad. Thanks to her condition that limits her ability to emote,that’s already creepy,but couple that with her attacking with NO remorse,she is one cat that the infected actually fear.

-mod shelby

(I SEE THE MLP REFERENCE IN DERPY'S STATUS- 👁👁)

[shreyathoughts]

Ghibli Gazebo: Kiki's Delivery Service, and I want that radio

Every frame of Kiki’s Delivery Service is a poem. That was a cliché sentence, but you can feel your head spin on Tintin, I mean Tombo’s bicycle. You can feel fear at the crows swooping towards you. Kiki’s delivery-on-a-broomstick is a convenient device for stunning aerial views of a retro-ish European city by the sea.

Within a delightful plot is woven themes of hustle culture, work-life balance, nostalgia, change and maturity with a dose of magical realism. The general reaction of normies to Kiki’s powers is “woah!” in a good way. She is unusual but not bizarre. In fact, the sequence of Kiki newly crashing into the modern city as a witch to me echoes Giselle in the middle of Times Square in her poofy princess ball gown in Enchanted.

Kiki herself is rather nerfed for an MC witch who hails from a Hansel and Gretel cottage in the country, being capable only of flying on a broomstick and understanding her black cat Jiji. The story instead of dwelling on this (she ostensibly left home for witch training, didn't she?)sticks to its emotional core. Kiki’s burnout is relatable and the painter’s monologue stinging in a world where fast-paced capitalism recognizes not that humans need rest and play to work, and the ability to enjoy their earnings. Perhaps why we are replacing ourselves with robots and AI. This too is a theme within Kiki’s Delivery Service, where people are fascinated by new flying contraptions that I can’t help but wonder might make Kiki’s business irrelevant with time. It’s a sobering thought.

[carbonbasedmatter]

Kiki's delivery service is such an acurate depiction of burnout and growing up. Like as someone who's been through something very similar it spoke to me in ways I was not expecting.

From the very beginning Kiki feels like an outsider and is unable to understand why. All she knew was home and the people she already was close with. When she comes to this new place she immediately experiences a reality which isn’t so “cookie cutter”. She has to deal with all the problems of moving out and relying on herself at such a young age.

She decides to focus on her business almost using it as a distraction from all these new things she's feeling. She works so hard waiting and helping with the herring pie, going out in the rain missing her own party only to realize that the girl didn't even want it. The thing is ever since Kiki turned flying, a useful skill she was born with into her job to pay for her living expenses. She just can't enjoy it the same way she used to before. Kiki says "I think there's something wrong with me I make friends and then suddenly I cant bear to be with any of them. that other me the cheerful and honest one went away somewhere…" She tries so hard to force herself to go back to the way she was before and ends up breaking her mother's broom and stays up all night alone crying and trying to fix it The only way she is able to recover from this depressive state is by resting and taking time to make boundaries with herself and understanding why she does things, along with choosing to be herself. It’s so hard, sometimes you don’t even realize why you’re doing to feeling what you’re feeling or that you have walls up. I think by the end she just realized in some ways that taking a break, doing your thing, while working hard and experiencing life (good and the bad) can come in similar forms but different perspectives. By the end even though gets her magic back and is able to fly again she is not able to understand Jiji anymore. Jiji was like a representation of the "other self" Kiki mentioned earlier the childish innocence, the outbursts, the dependance on other people. She realizes she can't and doesn't have to be that person anymore and accepts that.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Dream Job

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Angst, family cuteness, assholes being rude to Holly, some light violence as a result of that, PiV sex, impregnation kink and dirty talk.

Words: 5,686

Summary: Frankie and Jay are both out of the military. Jay has earned her degree and is working as a physical therapist, Frankie works at the base, Alma is three and a wonderful handful. Life should be perfect, but Frankie's not happy. Something's missing.

A/N: This was supposed to be a fic about Frankie's midlife crisis and set up his reasons for turning to drugs, but that sonuvabitch hijacked this piece and now it's about his goddamn impregnation kink. So. There you have it, I guess.

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The rain is pouring down with a vengeance and Frankie's shoulders rise to his ears as he tries to keep the wet away from his neck. He's not wearing a proper jacket, though, so it's useless. The rain is unseasonably cold and just yesterday the weather was warm and sunny, so the twists and turns are a little abrupt for him to have thought about taking a weather appropriate jacket this morning.

Where the fuck is she?

Just as he thinks about texting her and letting her know she can pick him up from the nearest corner store, the family friendly SUV that Jay hates with a vengeance comes around the corner and pulls to the side, stopping in front of him. Frankie gets in on the passenger side. He cranks up the heating immediately. "Sorry I'm late," she glances at him. "Client."

"That's okay." He presses a smile for her and gets one in return. "How was your day?"

She shrugs. "It was okay. Busy. You?"

"Same." Jay checks the time, and grimaces.

"Can you get Alma from mom's while I get groceries? Or d'you wanna do the shopping? We're out of a lot of things."

"I thought you said you were going on your lunch break?" He can't help it; his voice is accusatory. "That's why you had to take the car."

"I didn't have time! Maddie is away, I had to take all her clients, I haven't even had time for lunch today!"

He can hear she's close to snapping, so he reigns it in. "We'll go together," he rules. He knows Jay, knows that in this state she's unable to make any sensible decisions in the store. He also doesn't want to wait with Alma at Jay's mom's place. The woman spent the entirety of Jay's childhood letting the girl know she was wrong for not wanting to wear dresses and play with dolls. Dorothy has made amends, is respectful towards the family, a wonderful grandmother to Alma, but as it turns out, this is the one grudge Frankie will carry for the rest of his life. Coming from a loving and supportive family himself and having a child of his own, he can't fathom how a parent would treat their child like Jay has been treated.

He turns his face away and stares out the window. Being a parent is the best mission he has ever undertaken, but some days are tougher than others. And it's surprisingly difficult to get by with just one car: his truck is in the shop with an unidentified brake problem. It annoys him tremendously that he couldn't figure it out himself. He fixes most things on both their cars, is good at it, but this was beyond him and it's crippling his manly pride more than he wants to admit, especially to himself.

There's also the question of his job. He's torn about still being employed by the military but not being in active duty. On the one hand, he loves that he can still fly. He enjoys training new pilots. Still going to the base every day is familiar, and he gets to fly out to other bases as well from time to time. On the other hand, he's done with missions. He's getting to be done with the military. Sometimes feels like he's in limbo. Half in, half out. Sitting behind a desk whenever he's not handling the controls of an aircraft is strange. Regular hours at the base, comfortable and practical though they may be, is strange. Jay is so enthusiastic about her job. She graduated as a physical therapist when Alma was barely a year old, and immediately got a job at the local VA center where she had done clinical duty. She started part time but quickly moved up to full time, and Alma was put in daycare with Frankie often picking her up in the afternoons. She often works overtime, taking extra clients, feeling strongly about the work she does helping combat veterans recover from various injuries and amputations. Frankie and her usually make the day-to-day work, but sometimes it gets tricky and since his car broke down, it's been hell to puzzle together their hours. And no matter what conflicted feelings Frankie harbors against Jay's mother Dorothy, it's a blessing that she lives close by and can pick Alma up when her parents are unable to. Frankie wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home dad, but the family needs two incomes. That's something else that seems to bother him right now: how the days just float by with work, daycare, dinner, barely a couple of hours of play with Alma before her bedtime... He wants more time with her, wants to be more present. The idea of maybe trying for another baby has been brought up a couple of times between him and Jay, but the thought of having two children dumped at daycare and never seeing them is... depressing, somehow. They arrive at Dorothy's, where Alma is fussy after a long day. Dorothy has given her a snack, but the girl is tired and feeling abandoned, and now very upset about having to leave granny. When they leave, Frankie sits in the backseat with Alma, who's wailing about everything and nothing, while Jay maneuvers the car to the supermarket.

"You staying here with her?" she asks when they're parked. Frankie hears the hint of tiredness in her voice, even if she tries her best to not sound stressed. Alma gives up a great wail.

"Alma wanna gooooo!"

"We'll come with," Frankie suggests. "Alma, corazon, remember when we talked about behavior in the supermarket? How we gotta be calm and let other people do their shopping in peace? That still flies, okay?"

Alma takes a deep, shaky breath and nods, her big brown eyes filled with tears. Jay smiles at her in the rear-view mirror, knowing that even if they're crocodile tears, Frankie will melt at the sight of them. He's a sucker for his special little girl.

"Can you help mommy and me with the shopping?" Frankie asks, fishing up a napkin from his pocket and wiping up the tears and snot from Alma's face.

"Alma can help," the girl reassures him, receiving a quick kiss on her forehead.

They get a cart and Frankie lifts Alma into the child seat.

"You wanna hold the list?" Jay offers, handing her the paper. Alma accepts it with a very serious face and starts to turn the list around in her hand, pretending to understand the words written on it.

"What's first?" Jay asks, bending down to trace the first word on the list with her finger.

"Shock-lat!" Alma states, drawing forth a grin from both her parents.

"I think it says milk, mijita," Frankie chuckles. Alma seems to want to start to protest, so he quickly brings her attention to the next item on the list, while Jay gets the milk. When Jay returns, Frankie relinquishes Alma and the cart to her to go get the juice.

He stops by the magazine racks, a car on a magazine cover capturing his attention, and stops to browse for a second. Barely two pages into the magazine, he hears a greeting behind him:

"Yo, Morales!"

He suppresses a sigh when he hears the voice of one of the most obnoxious dickheads ever to walk in fatigues, Captain Ryan Hall. The man's a strutting chick magnet and knows it; moreover, he's a douche who fucked up everything in life except his military career – and even in that area he's going for some kind of Razzie Award. He was reprimanded for leaving his last posting in Afghanistan with an unreported case of the clap, which he then proceeded to transmit to a variety of women at home. One of them reportedly got meningitis as a complication. Hall, of course, doesn’t give a shit.

Hall,” Frankie replies curtly and watches the guy pick out two titty magazines and toss them carelessly into the cart, joining a six-pack of beer and two big jars of that whey powder.

”Partying tonight?” He can't help himself: the cart's contents look like they belong to a nineteen-year-old, not a man of Frankie's age.

"Not gettin' one for yourself?" Hall questions, nodding at his reading for tonight. Frankie shakes his head and puts down his magazine.

"Lady keeping you on a tight leash, is she?" the guy leers and Frankie, whose primary mode is mellow, just wants to punch him in the face.

Jay shows up around the corner with the cart, and Alma gives a delighted little shriek when she sees her daddy.

"Speaking of the devil," Hall winks before eyeing Jay. "Ray. You're lookin' well."

"Same," she nods, more interested in the tightness of Frankie's jaw than some asshole she no longer has to work with. "Frankie? We're almost ready."

"Yeah, I'm done."

Hall, however, is not done.

"Civilian life looks good on you," he comments, eyeing Jay in a way that makes both her and Frankie bristle. "You don't miss the action?"

"Nope," Jay quips while trying to prevent Alma, now bored, from tearing the list into little pieces. "Alma, don't litter. We're done real soon and can go home for dinner."

Hall shakes his head. "Hate to see a good soldier go so wrong. But that's what you get when you let women in. They quit as soon as the bullets begin to whistle by. Makes more sense for them to just have babies."

Jay freezes, her blood thumping in her ears. She stares at Hall, this absolutely fuck knuckle of a man, not sure she heard right. Did he really say that?

Meanwhile, Frankie has stepped up to him and is speaking in a dangerously low voice.

"Say that again."

"Calm down, Fish, you know what it's like..."

"I don't. Say it again, and we'll find out."

Hall is looking more uncomfortable by the minute, and Jay can see from the way the muscles of Frankie's long neck are protruding that he will start swinging soon. She puts her hand on his shoulder, eyes on him, not Hall.

"Frankie."

"I'm good."

He relaxes immediately and steps back, even manages to smile at her. Hand on her back, he guides her away and can't stop from laughing when Alma points at Hall and yells Stupidface. Jay immediately admonishes her daughter about pointing and saying bad words, but Frankie can hear that she doesn't really mean it this time.

They finish up their shopping and go home, Jay unusually quiet during the entire car ride. Alma is fussy again, and Frankie does his best to keep her from making a scene in the back seat. The girl is going through some "daddy is stupid and so is mommy, but a little less so" phase, so as soon as the family gets home, Jay entertains Alma while Frankie cooks dinner.

After dinner they try to switch but Alma isn't having it, so Jay ends up giving her a bath, and reading her a bedtime story. By the time she appears in the living-room and collapses on the couch, she looks beat. Frankie immediately makes room for her in the best corner and holds out his arm so that she can curl up with it around her shoulders.

"I'm so fucking tired," she sighs. Frankie pulls her against him and kisses the side of her head.

"I know. Sorry I can't help, but neither one of us want her to have a total meltdown."

"You are helping," Jay points out. "You cooked dinner, you cleaned the kitchen, you did laundry."

"That's just normal teamwork," Frankie shrugs. "We both do that every day. I wish I could figure out how to work with her so that you'd get some relief."

"It's a phase," Jay yawns as she reaches across Frankie for the remote on a cushion next to him. "She'll snap out of it."

"Hopefully soon," Frankie mutters, relinquishing the remote to Jay. She flicks through the channels, finding a show where competitors are baking one crazy cake after another. After a few minutes of watching, Frankie clears his throat.

"Amor?"

Jay's hum lets him know that she's listening.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hall said some pretty messed up shit."

She tenses up momentarily; a bundle of annoyed muscles flexing against him, before softening again.

"He's such an asshole. I can't let him get to me."

"You know it's not true what he said," Frankie tells her hotly, feeling a strong physical need to say it out loud. "Not one word of it. You're better than all of them put together."

Jay smiles as she turns her face towards him and kisses him lightly on the lips.

"You're always looking out for me. Thank you."

“Always.”

Five minutes later, she's asleep against Frankie's shoulder.

A couple of hours later, just when he's about to join Jay in bed, Alma wakes up crying from a bad dream. He goes in to comfort her, but Alma keeps screaming for mommy, so Jay has to come to the rescue. Feeling a little rejected, Frankie returns to bed, wondering what it would be like to have two kids screaming for Jay, not wanting him. Ashamed for these feelings of jealousy, he reminds himself that Alma is a toddler, and that all he can do is make her feel safe, comfortable, and nurtured.

When Jay stumbles into bed a little later, she barely has time to throw her arm around his waist before she's out cold. Frankie remains wide awake for an hour or two, staring into the dark, a strong assurance growing in him. He wants more children, wants another baby with this amazing woman who's sleeping tucked into his side. He has no idea how he'll support two children, but he wants to try, he needs to try.

When he finally succumbs to sleep, his final thought is about how he'll break it to Jay, especially after today, with that unfortunate encounter in the supermarket.

*** Jay has to drive Frankie to the base the following day as well and pick him up after work. Throughout the day he tries to call the shop, but nobody is picking up, and he's beginning to fume.

When he’s finally walking out of the base, he sees Jay waiting for him on the parking lot. She’s standing outside the car, talking to a couple of former teammates, swapping news. He joins them, gets a quick kiss on the cheek from Jay who quickly wraps it up. They say their good-byes and get in the car, but just as Jay’s about to turn the key in the ignition, she freezes, her eyes narrowing. Frankie follows her gaze across the parking lot and sees Hall, striding towards his truck.

“Let it be,” he says in a low voice, knowing what she’s thinking. “Jay.”

“I’m good.” But she’s still following Hall with her eyes, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Before Frankie can stop her, she’s opened the door, slipped out, and is on her way towards Hall.

“Shit,” Frankie sighs and gets out of the car, following her. She’s quick on her feet, reaching Hall just as he’s about to get into his car.

“Hey!”

Hall looks around just as Jay’s knuckle connects with his jaw. His head snaps back and he crashes into the side of his car. Frankie’s heart skips a beat and he’s there just in time to pull her away. She’s calm and collected, following him willingly.

“Should have done that a long time ago,” she lets Hall know. “You are human trash, and if you ever open your ugly fucking face at me again, I’ll make sure you’ll be taking all of your meals through a straw for the rest of your life.”

With that, she turns around and returns briskly to the car. Frankie throws Hall a look of warning, catching the man’s confusion and humiliation, then follows her. They get into the car and Jay drives away. When the parking lot has disappeared from the rear-view mirror, she sighs deeply.

“That felt fucking good.”

“You shouldn’t have done it,” Frankie shakes his head. “He’ll report you.”

“He won’t confess to having been beat up by a woman,” Jay scoffs. She has a point: Hall would rather just forget about it than have the whole base know that Jay Ray clocked him.

She keeps her eyes on the road and seems calm enough, but now she’s rubbing her right knuckles with her left hand.

“You hurt?” Frankie questions, still not sure what he thinks of the whole situation. He knows Jay can fend for herself, but this was unnecessary and dangerous.

“Nah, just a little sore. Haven’t punched anyone without gloves in years.”

“You think it was such a good idea?”

“Probably not,” she shrugs and hits the turn signal, coming out on the highway. “But I wanted to.”

Frankie glances at her, still trying to sort out his feelings. Jay has always been a fighter, ready to stand her ground, and he always admired that about her. She never takes any shit from anyone, and Frankie was always the first one to cheer her on. So why is he feeling so conflicted about it now? Is it really because she's no longer in the service, and - Lord forbid - because she is a mother? The mother of his child?

Does he think so little of her?

"You're not happy about it, are you?" Jay interrupts his musings, her voice matter-of-factly. Frankie has to smile. There it is again: her fearless ability to put him right on the spot.

"I'm not unhappy about it," he says carefully.

"That's unusually vague, even for you."

“It’s hard to know what to say. It was fucking hot but so very dangerous.”

Jay laughs, and the mood in the car lightens up immediately.

“Doesn’t hot and dangerous go hand in hand?” she retorts, and Frankie chuckles. They drive for a mile or so in silence. Frankie chews on his lower lip, scratches his mustache, fidgets until Jay sighs.

"Look," she tells him quietly, her eyes on the road. "I can see something's up. And it’s not just me being hot and dangerous."

"Nothing's wrong."

He can sense the tension in her. He and Jay have always shared a strong belief in communication, ever since they got together. It is a cornerstone of their relationship.

"I mean it," he now tries to verbalize his turmoil. "Nothing's wrong, I just... I don't really know where I fit in."

He can see from her that she has questions, but she's letting him speak.

"I mean," he makes another attempt, "you have your job. You're good at it, you love it. I have mine, but... I'm not sure I want it?"

"Oh?" The question mark is encouraging him to go on.

"I don't know, it just feels like it's not really me anymore, I guess. I love flying, but..." He shrugs. "I just don't know."

"You know it's just a job, right?" Jay points out. "You're not there forever. You can quit."

"And do what?" he scoffs, as they're closing in on the whole point. "We have a kid, we need two incomes, and I don't have a degree."

"You can always get one."

"Ain't got that in me."

"If you're going to bitch and moan like Tom..." Jay warns him, but with a hint of softness in her voice. He chuckles.

"Not to you, I wouldn't."

Jay checks the rear-view mirror, hits the turn signal, and gets off the highway. As she slows down and comes to an intersection, she turns her head to Frankie.

"Look, I'm not going to tell you what you should do. But you know I'll give you my opinion if you ask for it, right?"

"Yeah."

"And I'll support you, whatever you decide."

"I know. I just need to figure this out."

"Of course. We can talk more about it tonight."

Alma is over the moon to see her parents when they pick her up at Dorothy's. It’s a funny age: for no apparent reason, one day is all sunshine and sunflowers, the other is thunderstorms and hail. She clings to Frankie, who carries her to the car, listening patiently to her prattling on about her day. When she's strapped into her seat, Frankie's phone rings: it's the repair shop, and his truck is fixed. He feels lighter than he has in days when Jay drops him off and he gets to drive himself home.

Alma spends the rest of the evening being her most charming yet high energy self, dragging Frankie around the house as a part of her games. When it's time for bed, Frankie helps her brush her teeth but finds that there is not much assistance needed, only supervision. When did his little baby get this big? Proudly and with a little lump in his throat, he watches her rinse and spit, then brush her hair, before helping her use the toilet. When she's tucked into bed, he folds himself next to her with a picture book and starts to read it in Spanish. Alma traces the English words, sometimes stopping at one, asking what the letters mean, and Frankie tells her in both languages. They always speak Spanish during these moments together at bedtime, and Frankie cherishes them tremendously. His parents raised three children but always found time for all three of them at bedtime, talking and cuddling and just making sure they were comfortable and safe. He remembers those moments fondly and wants his child to have them as well.

"Time to sleep, Almalita," he whispers when the book is read, and his daughter is blinking sleepily.

"Will you braid my hair tomorrow?" she yawns, rubbing her eyes.

"Of course." He brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her forehead. “Can I have kisses?”

Alma carefully puts her tiny hands on either side of his face and places wet little kisses on the patches in his beard, first on one side, then the other. She always kisses the those spots, and Frankie will always remember why: at barely two years of age, Alma once spent an entire bedtime story tracing them with her fingers and eventually asking What is this? Frankie had explained to her that the bald patches were there for kissing, so that little girls’ soft lips wouldn’t be scratched by the beard. Since then, Alma always kisses him there.

"Thank you, mijita. Sweet dreams.” He gives her another kiss, inhales the sweet scent of his amazing little girl, before gently scraping his mustache against her cheek, making her giggle.

He gets out of bed and tucks her in properly, handing her the favorite stuffed toy du jour, and kisses her again with a Good night before retreating to the door. Turning around for a last look, he feels his heart swell two sizes.

God. She went from newborn to a tough, almost independent three-year-old in the blink of an eye. When did this happen? While he was working and someone else was raising her?

He finds Jay in their bedroom, getting undressed.

"She go down okay?" she asks as he shows up in the doorway. Nodding, he leans against the doorframe and watches her take off her bra. A spark of desire flies off deep in his groin, but Jay puts on a sports bra almost immediately.

"You going out?" he asks, a little disappointed. She nods as she pulls on a hoodie.

"I gotta go for a run, clear my head a little. Long day."

He nods, meeting her smile as she comes around the bed and up to him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leans in for a quick kiss.

"I won't be long. Don't fall asleep."

"Oh...?" He raises one brow, and Jay grins.

"Yeah, that's right, daddy's getting lucky tonight."

"Is that so?"

"But mommy needs to let off some steam first."

She slaps her hands to his ass cheeks before brushing past him. A few moments later he hears the front door open and close.

Frankie needs to talk to her, must tell her that he's ready to have another kid. He has no idea about what he wants to do for a job, but he knows with absolute certainty that he wants to have a baby with her. He has so much more love to give, his heart pours over with it whenever he looks at her, at Alma, and he wants to share it with a fourth family member.

He busies himself with chores until he hears the front door open again. Hurrying to the entry, he finds Jay untying her shoes. When she straightens, he wants to tell her immediately, but there is something about her flushed, panting appearance that leaves words for later. Instead, he grabs her by the shoulders and presses his lips to hers. Jay kicks off her shoes and Frankie wants to get her upstairs, but she drags him to the living-room instead. Before he knows it, he’s on the couch and he has no clothes on and she’s standing in front of him and she is naked as well, and so fucking sexy. Frankie grabs her by the wrist and pulls her to him, almost making her topple over, but Jay regains her balance and is about to straddle him when he moves his hands to her waist and pulls her down on her back on the couch. She presses her nails into his triceps when he slams into her. She’s so fucking wet and tight, like only she can be, and she smells of sweat from her run, and it drives him wild. He doesn’t give her time to adjust to his size, not this time, and her toothy kisses tells him she’s more than okay with it.

Jay mewls, grabs his upper arms, and one of her legs goes around him and twists, and then she pushes him up and over, and he capsizes over the edge of the couch. She follows, holding onto him tightly, and hisses when her knee hits the floor. Frankie grunts when his back takes most of the fall, but Jay is now on top of him and she grabs his dick, all slick from having been in her pussy. She pumps it a couple of times before leading it into her again, and he thrusts upwards despite knowing she doesn’t like it when she’s on top and wants to do all the work, but he must get inside her again. “Fuck!” she gasps and her back curves out when she leans down, her fingers pressing between his ribs as she kisses him. His hands run down the length of her, reclaiming every known inch of her that he can reach. Her teeth close around his lower lip and draw it out when she straightens her back and starts to ride him frantically. Frankie covers her tits with his hands and pinches, kneads, rolls her nipples between his fingers until she throws her head back and sounds a throaty, loud moan while rubbing against him, her whole body shaking with the orgasm tearing through her.

Frankie clenches his teeth and allows himself to enjoy the sight before him before he, too, succumbs to the climax that shuts his eyes close and makes him grunt in helpless surrender.

Jay collapses over him, her face fitting so well where his neck curves into his shoulder. Her breaths are short and shallow, her body heavy on his. He wraps his arms around her and keeps her close, so close he can feel her heart drumming to the same quick beat as his own.

Gratitude washes over him, complete and overwhelming, along with the feeling that he doesn’t deserve her, yet knowing that he’s done everything to deserve her. The two of them belong together, and Alma with them. The best thing he ever did was to make a baby with Jay.

It seems so clear and simple now. What has he been waiting for, really?

"Jay," he murmurs, caressing her side, "let's make a baby."

"Huh?"

"Let's have another baby. We've talked about it often enough. Why not just go for it? I want to have another baby with you."

"What about your job and all that?" Jay gets up on one forearm and caresses his cheek, her fingers lingering on the bald spots in his beard.

"I'll figure it out. We will figure it out." He turns his face so that he can kiss her palm. "Jay, I don't know for sure what I want to work with, but I'm absolutely certain that I want another baby with you. Being a dad is the best job I ever had."

He waits for her answer, hoping she has one for him now and not later, worrying about being too pushy but knowing that he needed to make it known what he really wanted. When she starts to smile widely, he feels calm.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She laughs a little. "Yes. Let's have another baby."

"You sure?" Frankie has to ask. This went so much easier than expected. Jay slaps him lightly on the chest.

"You want to put a baby in me or not?"

He laughs at that, then rolls both of them over so that he's on top and dips his face down to kiss her neck.

"Gonna fill you with my cum," he murmurs, already hardening at the thought. Their sex life was amazing when Jay was pregnant with Alma, and he's already looking forward to a reprise. Jay slides her hand down between them and teases him with soft fingers.

"Gotta get you big and hard first, daddy," she breathes, "and then you can fuck me, and cum inside me, all the way inside, and if it doesn't take, you'll have to do it again and again and again..."

There's nothing original about her words, but they make him feral. He kisses her hotly, plunges his tongue inside her mouth, barely gives her the time to reciprocate before he drags his lips along her jawline, nibbles on her earlobe, kisses his way down her neck and chest, suckles one nipple, then the other, while growing stiff and ready to finally slide into her again.

She grunts when he pushes into her, and he feels his knees complain.

"Not the most comfortable place to fuck, huh?" he chuckles breathlessly, taking a moment to pepper her face with kisses. Jay combs her fingers through his hair, tugging a little at the neck.

"Bedroom?"

He lets out a little growl at the idea of pulling out, but her suggestion makes sense. They scramble to their feet, and only fifteen seconds later he pushes into her again, this time on soft bedding.

"I love you," he murmurs when her hungry pussy takes him balls deep. "I love you so much."

"And I love you," she assures him before pulling him in for a kiss. She moans into his mouth when he starts to move, breaks the kiss to instead trace her warm lips along his neck. Frankie leans his head back, exhaling in a low moan at her ministrations, lets her pour her love over his neck and shoulder before chasing and capturing her lips with his once again. He fucks her without hurry, indulges himself in the way her strong pussy clutches his cock in a slow drag in and out, her sounds, the surrender of her limbs underneath him. His brain is soaked in pleasure and fixed on his purpose: to fuck a baby into her, let his love grow in her womb, become a tiny person for them to take care of.

Jay's breaths are coming in short and shallow now. She whines and throws her head back, her hips rising to meet his in a wordless plea for him to go faster. Frankie obliges her, wrapping one arm around her head, keeping his eyes trained on her face. He smiles a little at the faces she makes when she gives herself up to pleasure, finds it amazing that he can know these funny, intimate details about her.

"Almost," she gasps, reaching between them to rub her clit. A moan tells him she found just the right spot.

"God, Frankie, so good, fuck, don't stop...!"

His balls are tight, he's going to blow within seconds, he growls as he tries to hold it together for just one more thrust, and another, and another, holy fucking God, now Jay is cumming underneath him, her mouth wide open as if she's about to scream, but not a word comes out, and the second after, he empties his balls inside her, presses himself to her as tightly as he can, paints her womb with his cum.

He must have dozed off because he startles when Jay's carefully nudging him off of her. He rolls heavily onto his side next to her and opens his eyes to her sleepy smile. He smiles back and raises his hand to caress her cheek, admiring the way her eyes close at his touch, like she's a cat basking in his adoration.

"You sure about this?" he whispers. Her eyes open again, calm and unfathomably blue. He wishes his daughter could have had those pretty blue eyes.

"I am. Don't tell me you're having second thoughts."

"No," he hurries to assure her, "but with everything else going on, your job, my job, Alma being a handful..."

"I'm still on the pill," Jay reminds him softly. "It might take a while."

He didn't even think about that, and the realization makes him equally jittery and relieved.

“We’ll have time to figure stuff out, then,” he summarizes, hoping it won’t take too long. Jay nods.

"We will."

Slowly, she turns onto her back, and stretches.

"I'm gonna take a shower. You comin', too?"

He's too tired really, but when Jay gets up and he sees that ass walk out the room, he's suddenly in a hurry to follow her.

[munsons-maiden]

Kiki!! I am here to vent about today!! You don't have to reply if you don't want to! Thank you for letting me vent to you.🫂

Okay so first of all, I got into work today knowing I would have to do a raffle, but I was told that it would be from 2pm, meaning I had the majority of my shift to do my normal workload. It would be a tight squeeze but it was doable. BUT I GOT THERE AND FOUND OUT THAT I HAD TO DO THE WHOLE THREE HOURS 11AM-230PM, MEANING I ONLY HAD THREE HOURS FROM 8AM TO 11AM TO DO AN ENTIRE SHIFT OF WORK WITH NO HELP, WHILE ALSO HELPING THE OTHER PERSON DO THEIR WORK TOO BECAUSE THEY'RE A TRAINEE!!!!

So that had me on edge almost as soon as I clocked in, and then I saw a dead bumblebee on the ground and just immediately burst into tears. I love bumblebees, just as much as I love cats and snakes and sharks, and it just totally set me off. I'm really sensitive about animal harm/death ANYWAY, I can't watch a horror film if it has it in it, and all I could say to a coworker was "there's a - thing - and it - dead, can't - " and then I was gone; I was sobbing for about twenty minutes and then crying on and off for about forty minutes after that, while doing my normal work, I was just letting myself cry. People were so so sweet and kept asking if I was okay and I'd tell them what was wrong and that would set me off all over again. So I'm going between my work and my co-workers because we only had three hours to do all of our work which normally takes an entire shift, because we had to do the raffle at 2pm (it was a summer fete at our care home today).

And I was nervous about that because I have severe generalised anxiety (I scored 21 out of 21 on the GAD test💀) and I cannot do crowds of people; our care home is always busy when we do events and last year during the summer fete I had multiple anxiety attacks; I did my shift while darting upstairs every now and then to cry and pull myself together. People at work KNOW I am severely anxious but my work senior, who wasn't there today, volunteered me to do the raffle a) without asking me first and b) knowing I don't like crowds, am an introvert and very anxious and c) asked last year not to be made to do the summer fete this year, and between all of this, the call bells constantly going off, the doorbell ringing with people coming in, running around with drinks orders for coworkers while also trying to do my own work in time and help out my coworker, I was overstimulated by 11am and the day just didn't get any better.

I have been itchy, ANGRY, bad mood-y, everyone get the FUCK away from me all shift, while also having to smile and do the raffle and occasionally go off to finish something I couldn't do in those three hours before the raffle, I didn't get any break because we were too fucking busy so I couldn't even sneak a look at Eddie or sneak an Ozzy song to help me pull through, the music was shitty and too loud, people were too close and there were too many of them, I don't like crowds or people or being expected to deal with things like this, and I was honestly in such an awful mood and yeah, to an extent I took it out on my coworkers, one of them brought me a coffee because "you're getting bitey" and they weren't being mean about how dead my tone was but I felt so guilty so that didn't help and then when it got time to do the actual raffle, neither me nor my coworker knew how to do a raffle so I was totally flying blind and that didn't help the anxiety so I was just following vague instructions from people who DO know how to do it and the whole fucking shift was a fucking MESS and then when it got time to get changed to go home, I GOT ASKED TO HELP CLEAN SOMETHING UP AND PUT THINGS AWAY SO I ENDED UP DOING OVERTIME WHEN I HAVE ALREADY DONE OVERTIME THIS WEEK AND JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KIKI MY JOB IS TAKING TOO MUCH FROM ME EVERY DAY.

It's a good thing I'm not at uni at the moment, the weather is so hot and my job is so physically intense with every shift being between 26 - 28,000 steps AS WELL AS IT BEING EMOTIONALLY INTENSE so all I have the energy for when I get home is to take care of my body and then collapse into bed to watch horror films. I haven't 'seen' Eddie or read a fic or ANYTHING for almost a week because I'm just so tired and I miss Eddie and I just... I just want Eddie. I'm overstimulated STILL almost four hours after my shift ended, I want to cry, I'm angry and pent up and frustrated and I'm working now until Wednesday; that's my next day off and I just KNOW tomorrow and all the other days are gonna be this demanding and my job is too fucking much but in this economy, I'm lucky to even HAVE a job and hhhhhhhhhh I just want Eddie and I want Uncle Wayne, too.

I don't know how to calm myself down, it feels like my skin is on fire with itches and it's hot outside and I.... I'm just really REALLY tired, Kiki. I want Eddie. But also, I wouldn't want him to see me like this, at my worst. This isn't the Eri I'd want him to see. My job is eating me alive.💔

Fucking Hell, this sounds like a fucking nightmare of a day.

I'm so so so sorry you've been going through all this shit today, and I'm so FUCKING ANGRY on your behalf. I've volunteered in a hospital for a year so I know what it feels like to do everything everywhere all the time all at once while never catching a break and I have so much respect for you for going through with this. And as a fellow gal with anxienty disorders (they're, like, our matching friendship bracelets or some shit😂) I can absolutely understand the horror of this day. Jesus H Christ.

I'm gonna run your work senior over with my car. If I take the ferry I can be there before your next shift starts 😂 But seriously, I'm sorry you've had to deal with this shit. And I hope you know Eddie, Wayne, AND me are proud of you 🖤 I'm sending you the biggest hug ever (just without a gif this time because my wifi is a bitch today) 🖤

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Katsuki's Delivery Service

Katsuki's Delivery Service by catfe overlord

Katsuki is finally sixteen and ready to begin training on his own to become a great witch. Leaving home by himself for the first time on his mother's trusty broom, he brings with him only the bare essentials and his annoying but reliable familiar, a cat he calls Deku.

Every witch has something special about them, though Katuski can't help but feel he doesn't have anything that makes him unique. He can't make potions like his mom, can't read tarot, can't communicate with forest dwellings or sprites or spirits. He can barely even fly as it is.

Katsuki will meet new friends along the way, start up his own business venture in the form of an air courier, and discover his true identity in a series of mishaps and mayhem. He might even develop feelings for a certain redhaired idiot who keeps popping up in his life.

Words: 5816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Majo no Takkyuubin | Kiki's Delivery Service Fusion, Witch Bakugou Katsuki, Cat Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou is Kiki, Deku is Gigi, Yaomomo is the senior witch, She will be back later, You will notice I've changed up the story a bit, not too much but it's there, Okok time to stop procrastinating real tags, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, kiribaku, bakushima, Krbk, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Trans Bakugou Katsuki, ftm Bakugou Katsuki, Gay Disaster Bakugou Katsuki, Gay Kirishima Eijirou

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45770641

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　　' oh, don't worry about me. this time is always busy for last minute deliveries and i can always beat the traffic if i fly over it instead. ' kiki grinned, holding up her broom proudly. these days she was almost as tall as it.

open.