#kiki’s flying business

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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!

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ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: Sloane Matthews had given her all to James Carter, only to learn he was having an affair with her cousin Celeste on their wedding day. After leaving her home town for Los Angeles she returns home a year later for the holidays for her grandmother's annual Christmas retreat. What she thought was going to be a horrible time turned out to be a weekend of renewal and love.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 } 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢

Explore the beauty of life through the art of tea.

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With Kiki tucked in her arms, Sloane followed the bellman as he pushed the cart with her bags towards the elevator. The pet friendly, but luxury, hotel, was brimming with life and families traveling in and out for the holidays. There was laughter, smiles, and excitement while Sloane fell onto her bed in anxiety about driving to her mother’s house. Placing Kiki on the bed, Sloane walked to the shower and turned on the heat, needing a refresh after the long flight. 

Soon the sound of jazz filled the hotel room and she was rubbing shea butter into her legs. It was noon and while she had time before meeting her family, Sloane wanted to see the city a bit and reminisce on what she loved about it before last year. As she slipped on her jeans, Kiki walked by and brushed up against her legs, purring softly for attention. 

“I know, we won’t be here long and guess what?” She says while scooping up the orange and white cat, ‘we can always fly back home.” 

Home for her was the west coast. A nice high rise apartment overlooking the bay two blocks from her management agency. That was her home now, no matter how alone and isolating it was and could be during the holidays and other milestones in her life. She had few people to celebrate with and her friends were all with their own families, tossing back drinks and food in surplus with smiles and laughter of their own. If their photos on IG were any indication. Even her clients were spending time with their families and loved ones while she was wondering if she needed to prepare for battle to face her own. 

Not only was she home for the holiday, she learned the weekend was her cousin’s anniversary party. The same one that slept with her fiance, James Carter, and ruined her wedding last summer. The white dress was tight that afternoon and restricting as James confessed his affair. There was no reconciliation and he parted ways, holding hands with Celeste as they got in the car with “Just Married” on the back. Sloane had learned an hour later they married that morning away from everyone. 

She topped her jeans with an oversized white sweater. It smelled like lavender from her laundry soap and soothed her anxiousness. Kiki rolled at her feet, covering her boots with her large body, making Sloane laugh. The cat had been a surprising addition to her life. She found it outside her office, wailing in agony and shivering. A quick trip to the vet and Kiki was hers, chipped and loved. 

“We’re going to the bakery,’ Sloane says, scooping Kiki into her arms. 

More laughter came as she returned to the lobby, Kiki resting on her shoulder as she walked. The sweater was one of the cat’s favorites and while she perched herself on Sloane’s shoulder that didn’t stop her from reaching out to people passing by for attention. A few children asked to touch and Sloane obliged, Kiki, though quiet was very friendly, especially with children and men. Which led her into some funny situations with her apartment neighbors. 

“Alright,’ she says, stepping out into the 70 degree weather, ‘let’s get those treats.” 

The bakery was just down the street and downtown was just as busy as it had been a year ago. Though now people were scrambling for last minute ingredients, desserts, and alcohol. The bakery sat on the corner, with large glass windows where they displayed different treats and pastries. There was another section reserved for pets and as she grew close to the sweet scents, Kiki began to stir, pushing up to her feet on Sloane’s neck. 

“When we get in here you better not touch anything,’ she whispered. “Touch. Nothing. Kiki.” 

She mothered her cat like a child. Upon entering the bakery, Sweet Paws, the bell above the door chimed and Kiki meowed loudly, announcing their arrival as if it was their store. Sloane rolled her eyes but was quickly pulled into a scuffle as a black cat darted towards her and up her pants. Instinctively, Sloane caught the stray animal and held it. 

“My goodness,’ she coos, ‘what a welcome, pretty baby.” She said, the blue eyes on the cat looked up at her, then to Kiki, then back to her. “She’s harmless,’ Sloane says. Kiki jumped down and Sloane clicked her tongue. “Aht.” Kiki sat, her tail curling around her body as she looked up, annoyed, at Sloane. 

“I wish he would listen like that.” 

Damn. Sloane thought. A tall honey colored, blue-green eyed, gift of heaven walked over to her, a brown and pink bag in his hands. He had a look of distress and elation on his face as he looked between the cat in her arms and her eyes. 

“Yours?” She says, making no move to return the cat. 

“Yeah,’ he laughs. “I thought bringing him out for once would calm him down. He hates when I leave him alone, but now, I’m rethinking his field trips.” His accent was smooth, not from here, and his voice was deep. 

Sloane wondered what happened before she stepped into the bakery. No one seemed to be upset, but it was clear the little black cat had caused a scene. She began to hold out the cat, when it clung to her tighter. The man in front of her was a little nervous as his cat embarrassed him. 

“He likes pretty women.” 

Kiki, not enjoying the neglect, strutted over toward the stranger and rubbed along his legs, in between them, and stretched up his legs. Sloane rolled eyes. 

“Kiki,’ Sloane says, ‘that’s not appropriate.” 

As if she understood, Kiki turned around and arched more into the stretch on the man’s knee. He laughed, and bent down to rub along her chin and back, earning himself a few purrs. 

“Yours?” He says, mirroring her earlier words. 

“More like she chose me.” She watched Kiki plop herself on the ground. "Oh girl, get up,' she thought. "She uh, likes, handsome men." 

"Two peas in a pod huh,' he joked, standing. 

The black cat wiggled, realizing his owner was touching another cat, and leaped out her arms towards him. He caught the cat easily, sliding him into the pocket of his hoodie. A little black head poked out one side. 

"I'm Aaron." He smiled. "Sorry he jumped on you like that." 

Sloane shook her head. "It's okay. Sloane." 

He repeated her name, his accent slurring the letters just a tad. “Well,’ he says, gesturing to the moving line, ‘it was a pleasure, Sloane.” 

He walked past her with a smile and down the busy street. Sloane picked up Kiki and lightly scolded her for her behavior. She placed their order to go and planned to eat back in the hotel room. She wanted a few more moments of peace before the drive. 

The house was a monstrosity. Sloane should have known her Celeste would pick something this extravagant and unnecessary. However, as she stepped up the porch, hearing a few voices through the screen, she swallowed her bitterness and plastered a smile on her face. The driveway was full of cars and she knew a few of who was here. 

As she walked into the house eyes turned to her. She left Kiki back at the hotel, figuring the stress of the situation would stress out the cat. They both couldn’t hide under the couches. 

“Hey, Sloane, baby,’ came one of her aunts, Cheryl.

She didn’t look a day over fifty and her grey hair was braided into a bun. She had been one of few people to comfort her last year. Cheryl occasionally kept in touch the same way her grandmother had. Few people reached out to her after she relocated. 

“I’m glad you showed up,’ she whispered, ‘I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you doing?” 

Sloane was pulled into a hug and the warmth from it eased some of the tension in her shoulders. 

“I’m fine,’ she replied. “Grandma called me. If she hadn’t I wouldn’t have come.” As she pulled from the hug, she glanced around the room. “Where is she?” 

“Kitchen,’ Cheryl says. “Come on, everyone else is outside.” 

She followed her aunt to the kitchen where she saw her grandmother, Esther, and her mother, Lillian. For a moment time stood still. When Esther turned around and saw her eldest granddaughter, she nearly dropped the cup in her head. Yeah, she had asked her to come, but she had thought it wouldn’t happen. She wouldn’t have blamed Sloane for not coming. The aftermath of that decision last year fractured this family beyond repair. She didn’t want to think about how hurt her grandbaby had been. 

“Hey baby,’ she says, rushing over as fast as her thin frame would take her. 

“Hey grammy,’ Sloane replies. 

“Sloane.” Lillian greets cooly. 

She had been all over Celeste once she learned she had secretly married James. Come to find out, she had spread rumors that they would have made a better couple anyway. Sloane had nothing for her mother, but a nod. Esther took her granddaughter’s hands a brought them to her chest. 

“I’m so glad you are here,’ Esther says. “How are you? No, no, no, we’ll talk over tea tonight.” 

Cheryl smiles and pulls Sloane towards the back door. Lillian simply looks at the pair then to her mother who scowls. 

“You had better do right by her,’ Esther warned. “Some type of mother you are,’ she mumbled while leaving the kitchen, ‘I know damn well I ain’t raise you like that.” 

Outside, Sloane saw most of her family gathered around a large fire pit. There were red oak chairs surrounding it and a few people were sitting down. 

“She’s not here yet, but James is.” Cheryl warned. “He doesn’t look half as good as you do,’ she remarks, ‘has Los Angeles been treating you right?” 

Sloane fiddled with the hem of her shirt. The white off the shoulder sweater was thick and fluffy, giving the illusion of a cloud. Sloane reached up and tugged on the ends of her sew in, the long voluminous curls soft between her finger tips. Conversations began to slow as they grew closer and those gathered watched them approach. 

“Yo,’ one of her cousins said, ‘sup Sloane.” His head tipped up in a nod. 

Chatter began, questions about how she was were prattled off and answered. Among that, James was quiet, but he was watching Sloane like a hawk. He had made his choice, but seeing her after a year and the way she looked gave him some a sense of longing and want. The desire he thought he lost for her began to surface again. 

Sloane began to settle down, the atmosphere wasn’t tense and no one brought up the obvious. Instead, the asked about her clients. She worked for a high tier talent management firm and she had recently acquired Kelvin Harrison Jr. While discussion a few projects with her family, sharing few details as possible, the door to the back porch swung open again and a loud pitched voice caused her ears to suddenly ring. 

“James! Baby!” Celeste cried out, her smile fake and wide as her eyes stayed on Sloane instead of her husband. Here was the show. 

She wore a tight red sweater dress and had thrown a white and black striped cardigan over it. Despite the cooler air, she had on flip flops. When Celeste made it to the group, she threw her arms around James and pressed a long kiss to his lips. He half returned it, knowing it was for show since Sloane was standing there. However, Sloane didn’t feel anything. No anger, sadness, resentment, just apathy. It felt good. 

Sensing the lack of reaction, Celeste then turns to face her cousin. “Hello, Sloane.” 

Sloane nodded in hello and Cheryl reached over to rub her back. 

“Are you excited for our anniversary party this weekend?” She asked. 

It wasn’t discreet but Sloane watched Celeste reach up to “scratch" her chin. The ring on her finger was beautiful, Sloane could admit that, but it was gaudy and clearly meant to be a statement piece rather than an expression of love between two people. 

"I'm here for the holidays,' she quips back quickly, 'nothing more nothing less." 

"Oh, isn't it so good that you have gotten over me and James! Well, maybe you could help with decorating or something, it's going to be a family affair after all." 

The word affair made Sloane wince, which was why Celeste used it. Her pink gloss lips pulled back into a smirk that Sloane knew was full of malice and ill intent. 

"Celeste,' Sloane says, "I rather throw up and eat it before helping you do anything." 

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A Cold Beating Heart

𖤐Pairing: Gaz x Zombie! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, smoking, dead coming to life, L bombs, kissing, mute! innocent! reader, age gap (34-44), pink = Y/n's writing,

𖤐Summary: Gaz did something stupid, messing around with a so-called 'spell book' going to a graveyard and going to the first grave he sees and practice some so-called spells on this abandoned grave.

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Gaz sat at the bar with his friends, they all laughed and joked, Gaz circled the rim of his glass as Price elbowed him.

"Smile, Gaz. You have some beautiful options," Price says, talking about the women in the bar close to Kyle's age.

"Nah, not tonight, I'm not interested in anyone right now." Gaz has been feeling down lately, Price doesn't know why, they thought about bring Gaz to a bar to cheer him up, but guess not.

Gaz looks over his shoulder at some girl, they were laughing with each other and all the girls just seemed to out for drinking and their friends, no funny business tonight.

"I think I'm going to head out for the night," Gaz says.

"Really?" Price says.

"Yeah, I got a busy day tomorrow," lie.

"Alright then," Price says, they exchanged goodbyes as Gaz heads out, walking down the street and lighting up a cigarette. As he walks down the street admiring some of the lights in the nighttime.

As he walks he passes a shop that was open a little late then other shops, the bright neon lit sign was the only thing one drawing his attention. On the sign the word 'open' was in bright purple lights, a cat sitting on the O and the Witch on her broom stick flying above it.

He walks in and was greeted with a small bell ringing to let the shop owner know someone has came inside. Gaz looks around at the creepy things sitting in jars of liquids, some dead things here and there and then a whole wall full of books.

Spell books.

Kyle scoffs at the books reading the titles.

"A Witches guide to know all? Test your potion skills? Love Charms and Spells...The Book of the Undead?" He says, looking around some more.

Why was he even in here? He doesn't practice magic, he does summon things. He was in here because it was the only place open and he didn't want to go back to that bar.

"Hi, how can I help?" A girl dressed like a Witch came from the back holding a box labeled "body parts" and a black cat sitting on her shoulder.

"Hi, no just looking," he says.

"Well, if you need anything, my name is Kiki, just yell," she giggles.

Gaz keeps looking at the books, till he finds one. "The Book of summoning."

"Oh you don't want that one, it's outdated," she yanks the book from Kyle's grip. "You'd want this one," she shoves a book called.

"Summoning the all Dead? Won't I be summoning all the dead, like the title says," he says with a cocky smile.

"Not if you do it correctly. You seem...lonely? Am I right?"

"The hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I'm really good at picking up on people, and when you walked in, I felt loneliness coming off you."

"If anything, that's my buddy, Ghost, you should meet him," Gaz says, putting the book back on the shelf.

"If you really want to find someone, I suggest the dead...they're good at listening." Kiki says. "Try it," she gives him the books, she opens her hand for payment and Kyle pulls out some cash for her. "Thank you," she says with a smile.

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"You seem lonely," Gaz mocks Kiki. "The hell she knows?" He mumbles. As Gaz walks he walks by a graveyard. He looks down at the book in his hands.

"Cannot believe, I'm about to do this," he says, walking into the graveyard and walks around. He reads off the names one by one, but none spoke to him.

He finds a concrete bench and sits down on it. He let's out a sigh and feels like giving up. He turns just slightly when seeing a grave...it looked abandoned.

He gets up and walks to it, there was a grave. He bends down wiping his hand over the name.

"Here Lies Y/n L/n, a daughter, born 1837-1871. 34 years old huh...you passed too soon," he says, he looks down at the statue of what he thinks must be this Y/n woman.

The statue was on her laying on her back, hands holding some flowers, and she was dressed in Victorian era clothing.

Gaz sits down in front of her grave, legs crossed and he opened the table of contents to see where he needs to go to find the summoning spell.

"Here we go." As Gaz starts reading, then the small chants with his voice the wind starts to shift, blowing harder each time he would speak, the leaves landed wherever they could, once Gaz was done and was being a bit dramatic, rising his arms up to the sky as just perfect timing thunder cracked making him yank his arms down.

"Jesus," he says. He waits patiently but nothing, he closes the book and stood up. "What a waste of 20 bucks," he closes the book and walks off mumbling curses under his breath.

As he walks Gaz felt the ground shake, he stops thinking maybe it was an Earthquake, but he turns when seeing green light poke out from the ground, he falls on his back from tripping over a small grave.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yells getting up and then seeing a woman before his eyes. She was dressed in Victorian style clothes, but they were ripped to shreds, her face had flesh on one side and bone on the other, her arms were bone.

"Get the hell away from me, you-you demon!"

She just stops and stares at him confused. This is what he wanted right? To summon her.

She puts her hands up and waves them at him getting his attention.

"What?" He asks, confused. She points to the book then herself. "I-I don't understand-speak goddammit," he curses.

She looked offended that he would even speak to her like that. Even men in her era even knew not to curse in front of a lady.

"Why aren't you talking?" She holds her throat indicating that her vocal cords don't work anymore. "Right," he says.

"Sign language...do...Victorian era women know sign language?"

She shakes her head no.

"Great, will do this my way then."

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Getting the zombie lady home was easier said then done. Most people thought the lady was dressed for Halloween which wasn't far away, then it was the dirty looks from people who thought she was being "too over the top."

Once home Gaz was just pacing wondering what the hell did he do, how long will this last, and does he need to do something else to send her back to her grave?

"Okay so..." she sits in front of him. "You can't talk, so maybe we can try...pen and paper," he gets up and walks to his office and grabs a notebook and a working pen and he hands them to her.

"Okay so...do you know you're dead?"

"I do."

"Okay, so, how did you die? Am I allowed to ask that?"

"I died by a carriage, not really that eventful."

"That's fine, I wasn't looking for a bad accident, just to know...what happened I guess...ummm h-how do I send you back?" He asked.

"Send me back? But I just got here."

"I know, I know, but...i-it was a mistake," he says.

"Mistake? So...I am not needed?"

"No not really, it was a dumb and stupid idea to do that, and I was just seeing if it actually worked or I got scammed by some witch."

Y/n looks like she was thinking and then started to write. "You are lonely."

"How the fuck-"

"Men, I know, also don't curse in front of women," she pops the notebook over his head.

"Okay, okay, I'll try and not cursing...just don't hit me again."

"Fine."

"Do you know a way for me to send you back?" He repeats his other question.

"No, I do not, maybe ask your witch you got that book from maybe she knows, but other then that, could I have a bath? I stink." Even when dead she cared more about her hygiene.

"Yeah, I'll go draw you a bath," he leaves her alone and heads to his bathroom.

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He makes sure it's the right temp and she walks in, her dress giving her away from the loud movement.

"Your bath is small."

"Well, it's just me, I don't need a big bath-what baths were you using?" She just shrugs her shoulders.

She placed her notebook on the sink and starts removing her dress.

"WOAH! WAIT TILL I AM OUT OF THE BATHROOM!" Gaz says, covering his eyes. He leaves shutting the door leaving Y/n to strip and get in the tub.

"Are you in the tub?" He asks. Expecting a 'yes' but forgets she can't speak, he cracks the door seeing her in the tub. Her legs had flesh on them her stomach and torso did too, just her arms and half of her face were all bone.

"I-I don't think I can wash your clothes...they might disintegrate in the washer." She motions for him to give her the notebook and pen.

"That's okay, surely you must have clothes that fit me?"

"I might, let me go look." He leaves once again. He quickly comes back with some clothes. "I found an old band tee, and some running shorts...they're not mine."

"You are putting me in someone else clothing? Not even your own?"

"You want MY clothing?" She nods at his comment. "Fine, I'll go look for better clothes for you, your highness." He jokes before leaving the bathroom.

"I am NOT a royal," she wrote angrily and showed Gaz.

"I know you weren't...it was a joke."

"Joke?"

"Did you guys really not tell jokes back in the Victorian era?" She wonders.

"Men made it impossible to enjoy a lot of things," she wrote.

"Still like that today, I guess-not saying I'm like that, but I like cracking jokes here and there, but most of them are corny or stupid." He says shaking his head.

"Tell me one," she wrote with a happy face.

"No, no, I shouldn't," she keeps circling 'tell me' till Gaz smiles and shakes his head. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you one...let me think...Knock knock..." he waits. "You say 'who's there'?"

"Who's there?" She wrote.

"Candice."

"Candice who?"

"Candice joke get any worse?" He smiles waiting for a reaction from her. "You didn't get it did you?" She shakes her head no. "That's fine. Let me try..." he taps his chin. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Iva."

"Iva who?"

"I've a sore hand from knocking," she cracks a smile. "See funny right?" She nods.

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It was close to midnight now and Y/n had walked around Gaz's apartment, Gaz was trying to contact Kiki, but she wasn't answering the phone.

"Come on, Kiki!" He yells.

Y/n walks around going to his bookshelf, she sees the amount of books he has, she pulls one off the shelf. 'The Idea of Working', she rolls her eyes and puts it back. 'The history of Germany', she puts it back.

Then she grabs one 'Taste of the Night,' she flips to the back and reads the back. It was a romance book. She goes to the coach and makes herself comfortable, bring her knees to her chest and flipping to the first page.

As she read Gaz came into the living room seeing her read the book.

"I've never really read that book. It didn't really go with my flow, and I'm picky when it comes to my books," he says, sitting next to her.

"I like the main character already." She wrote.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she's how you say...a badass?"

"Should a lady be cursing?"

"No, but it's the only way I can describe her."

"Keep reading, I'll make up the guest bedroom for you," he says, tapping her knee and walking to the guest bedroom.

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It's been 3 days now, and Gaz was walking on the same sidewalk before walking into Kiki's shop, but when he made it to the where he remembered the shop, it wasn't there anymore.

Just a big empty spot where the shop would have been, he was confused looking around like maybe he was on the wrong side of the street, but no, he remembers the book store and the flower shop, but where the hell did the Spell shop go?

Gaz then walks into the book store going to the front desk to ask the question.

"Hi, I was on this street a few days ago, I had ran into the spell shop...where did that go?"

"Spell shop? There was never a spell shop there? Not that I know of," the girl giggled at Gaz like he was crazy or something.

"No, no, no, no," Gaz left the store and paces outside.

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Y/n had walked to the bathroom and touched her face, she felt like Gaz was embarrassed of her, which makes sense, she's dead and no one has ever seen the dead before, and someone might think she's a scare actor or something.

Y/n walked to Gaz's room, opening his closet and pulling out a shirt, she could smell his scent on it, she brings it to her nose and smells a husky scent of pine and wood, she takes a deep breath and sat on the bed, she removes the shirt she was wearing and put on the shirt she was holding.

She brought it to her nose and fell on her back, she loved the scent, she loved the feeling of the cotton on her upper half, she loved everything about wearing Gaz's shirt.

She walked to the living room and grabbed the book off the coffee table, she reads and every once and a while sniffed the shirt.

"MOTHER FUCKER!!" Gaz yells slamming the door to the apartment. "Apparently Kiki's spell shop is fucking gone! I'm so pissed off, I don't understand, where the hell could she have gone? I need to know how to send you back."

"Have you checked the book to see if there's a reversal spell?"

"The book doesn't have anything like that, just summoning the dead in different ways," he says. Sitting on the couch next to Y/n, he looks over and sees the shirt she was wearing. "That's my shirt."

"So? You gave me one of your old shirts, so what's the harm in wearing this one? And it smells amazing."

"I get that," he chuckles.

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A month, it's been a month and Gaz can't find any sort of trace of Kiki and her shop, but he started to grow...some sort of feeling towards Y/n, not wanting her to leave his side, he did at a point give looking for Kiki, and started to spend his time with Y/n.

Clothes had came in for Y/n she showed off her new wear to Gaz, from dresses to jeans.

"Women in my time weren't allowed to wear pants only skirts and dresses, I love pants," she smiles holding the tight denim that hugged her thighs.

"They look nice on you," he says, leaning back and smiled.

"I like this shirt too."

"Go try in that skirt, I know you weren't so sure on it." She nods and heads off to the bedroom.

Gaz smiles at the girl as she leaves to go put on a long skirt, Y/n was so nervous about it because the skirt had a slit on the right side, She comes back showing it off, he smiles.

"You look good."

"Not too revealing?"

"No, never. Do you feel comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Then it's perfect."

Gaz watched as her face lit up with a smile and her eyes showing the glint of happiness, she would never feel this good when she was alive in the Victorian era. Gaz gets up off the couch and walks to her, spinning her around.

"You look amazing," he says. He cups her face, he wasn't ever afraid of her, but grew to love her and like her.

"Did you give up?"

"On what?"

"Sending me back?"

"I did...I don't need to when you listen to me, and you...complete me in a way."

"Do I?"

"Yeah."

"Have you gotten use to me writing to you instead of talking to you?"

"I am, I...I do love you, I know it's too early, it's been a month, but you listen to me, you're like my friend better then my actual friends," he jokes.

"Don't say that, I'm only here because...you summoned me."

"I know." Gaz leans forward and his lips touched hers, Y/n didn't push away from him, but instead held him tightly her arms going around his neck to hold him close, his hands resting on her waist and then picking her up and while still kissing her, walking towards his bedroom with a smile on his face, and kissing her neck here and there.

The room was silent and all Gaz could hear was how fast Y/n's heart was beating, even the dead has a beating heart, he smiles when seeing her face slightly become pink and then she covers her face from the embarrassment.

"Don't hide from me," he says, pulling her hands back. She just shakes her head indicating she wasn't being shy, but she was. He smiles and kisses her lips.

"I know women during your time didn't really...have sex before marriage, I want to respect your boundaries."

"I'm fine...we...we can try, I won't feel anything."

"You won't?"

"I don't have a uterus or ovaries, and I've been numb since I've died. So if anything you feel something more then me."

"Right, maybe not."

"No, not right now, but we can still kiss," she hid behind the notebook when showing him what she wrote, he chuckles shakes his head and slowly pushes down the notebook cupping her face and deepening the kiss.

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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!

[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 or #CryptidCrew otherwise its a normal ACNH blog.

My current villagers and their backstorys are below the cut! ⚠️UNDER CONSTRUCTION! ⚠️

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,

[darkcloud-kcalifornia]

Okay, Tombo’s idea to use helium balloons and a tether to help deliver a large is fairly light object was pretty clever. Also, while I can understand that Kiki has delivery jobs she won’t take, and certainly from both a moral and business standpoint it’s understandable that one of those jobs is delivering an insult, but that’s still a bit disappointing. I mean, just imagine if you could hire a little girl flying on a broom to go up to somebody’s house to diss them!

[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

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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.

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @harriedandharassed @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @miraclesabound @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple @trinkets01

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.

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