#ken then returns the favor

[seumyo]

KENJI SATO ✰ 10:43

“Working overtime really doesn’t suit you, Sato.” The teasing sentence made Kenji grunt in disapproval, slumping against his couch.

“Wow, I didn’t notice. Thank you for that valuable input, [Name],” he says, rolling his eyes at you. 

He can’t help the sarcastic reply. Kenji’s schedule was all over the place. His life has been all over the place ever since his return to his home country, Japan. And now he not only has to take care of himself—which, in his defense, was fairly simple when he just had to worry about himself—he has to worry about an infant Kaiju!

What a wonderful (not) icing on the cake.

“Ken is really appreciative that you made time to fulfill his request, or, shall I say, cry for help, [Name].” Mina’s familiar voice flurried from a distance, closing in to your right in a breeze. 

“Hey! It was not a cry for help—it’s more like a... Asking a friend for a favor,” Kenji says, trying to ease his brain with what’s coming out of his mouth (like it was on autopilot, scrambling to defend himself and the pride he had left).

“Uh huh. And the favor is? I don’t really think there’s anything I could do to her containment unit or any repairs that’re needed in this place.”

“I just need someone to watch over her.”

(“I just need someone to talk to” is a much fitting phrase.)

“Doesn’t Mina already do that?”

“There’s only so much a supercomputer like me can do to entertain a living being, [Name].”

On cue, Emi croons at the video of you singing on stage. A part time career of yours, because when you’re not developing new tech that boosts the economy, you might as well indulge in your hobbies. 

Kenji wouldn’t admit it, but he has a vinyl or two—or even a whole collection of them—that he considers as priceless as his one-of-a-kind sports car displayed in the basement.

“Would you look at that? She likes your singing.” 

He watches as you take a step closer to Emi, observing how she delightedly squealed at the soft melody being played on the holograms. This 20-foot-tall baby Kaiju reminded you of the time you took care of children at the daycare center.

“I just...” he sighs. You didn’t even notice that Kenji was already beside you, offering you a canned drink. 

“How do you do it? Juggle everything?” He murmurs. “You’re the busiest person I know. Working on your thesis, performing at various concerts, taking on charity work, and whatnot. Hell, if you could run for president, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the elections, too.”

A quiet laugh was returned. “It’s not easy, that’s for sure. But within time, you’ll learn just what you need and what you can handle.”

“Mm. Don’t you ever just want to run away from all the responsibilities people place on your shoulders? I can barely take care of this young lady,” he chuckles, though it doesn’t hold even the slightest ounce of humor to it.

“I wish, but then I’ll remember the kids who're so happy to see me whenever I drop by,” you say. “They may be a handful at times, but you’ll be surprised to know just how smart and caring they are. How they take in their surroundings and attempt to figure out who they are. We’re all what they have. The least we could do is give them our time and love all the same.”

Kenji lets your words sink in. Simple and touching. The kind that gets the gears in his head to start twisting.

“You really are a charm with your words; did you know that?”  

“Thanks; I try my best.”

The night continues with Kenji and Emi playing baseball on a simulated field with you by the shed, cheering on from a safe distance. Kenji doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this genuinely happy after his return to Japan. It’s a refreshing feeling that he wants to get used to again. To see the baby Kaiju successfully hit the ball with a swift swing after watching after him is a sight that tugs at one’s heartstrings.

Just like a proud father.

“Come on, girl! We gotta run the bases!”

And as the two celebrate their moment of triumph, the baby Kaiju stomps toward you and giggles happily as she hoists you in the air without much warning. You took it all in you not to shriek and absolutely lose all composure, but when you’re up in the air and are being held to a bear hug like some sort of teddy bear by a Kaiju that could probably crush your bones if not careful, it’s hard to not just scream for your life.

“Oh, ok—ok. Baby, put me down gently, please,” you chuckle nervously. 

“It appears that the little one sees you as her other mother,” Mina adds.

Kenji laughs at the sight, pulling out his phone to take a picture. This is definitely a memory he’d want to remember.

“This is not funny, Kenji. Tell her to put me down.”

“Aw, is Baby not listening to her Mommy?”

“Again, not funny. This is like an out-of-the-blue co-parenting a child with you. With you being my annoying ex-husband.”

“Specific, eh?”

“Shut!”

When you’re just about to leave for the night, Kenji suggests that you sleep over. There’s a lot of spare bedrooms in their manor, he reasons. He also doesn’t understand what came over him to offer, but he doesn’t take it back.

But it could be because he’s missed you. And he’s somewhat afraid that this may be the last time you see each other in a while due to your clashing schedules.

“You’re such a girl dad, Kenji,” you tease.

“Haha, good one,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He took a couple of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed.

“Just saying.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

“Oh hush, Daddy.”

That ringed out a laugh from him. “Bleh, that sounds so embarrassing coming from you.”

You shrugged. “Hm? Don’t you think you’re embarrassing too?”

“I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I will not be going back and forth like this with you anymore, Kenji Sato. Good night!”

Kenji can’t hide the smile that appears on his face. Yeah, he definitely missed this. 

Definitely missed you.

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[yuuuhiii]

≡ should we kiss ?

includes : asking bestfriend!tr boys for a kiss, fluff, suggestive, hinting for something more???

notes: haven’t posted in a while! I’ve have so many whips but I can’t finish them AGH!

ken <𝟑

You’ve been hovering around Ken for hours. He said you guys would go check out that new fast food place that opened near his work. But he’s been tinkering with his bike ever since. You don’t know why you think of this and you don’t know why you tell him, but you do. You sigh for the millionth time and he smiles. “I’m almost done, I know you’re hungry.” He screws another bolt. “It’s not that.” He quirks a brow, “Then what is it?” You get up from your spot and plop down next to him, your hands resting on your knees. “Can I kiss you?” To his dismay, his cheeks redden every passing second so he turns away. “No!” He yells the tips of his ears and the nape of his neck flush red as well. “Jeez, you’d think since you’ve been raised in a brothel these things wouldn’t affect you.” You roll your eyes and he glances at you. Your lips are pulled in a pout and he can’t deny that they look so plump, so kissable. “Fine.” He mumbles, you hear him, but you tease him. “What was that?” You lean closer. “For fucks sake, I said fine.” He turns to you. He’s embarrassed but he looks cute like this. You lean in and place a peck on his lips, smiling against them. You pull away and smile widely again. “Can we go eat now?” “Y-Yea.”

takashi <𝟑

Takashi was your comfort person. In no way did you ever not feel safe around him or protected. He always attended to your needs and no matter how busy his schedule was, he always made time for you. As you walk into his studio, you’re rethinking everything all over again. However, when his eyes meet yours, your thoughts dissipate. At the sight of you, he immediately lightens up. He gets up quickly making his way towards you. “Hey you, I missed you.” He goes in for a hug, to which you gladly return. “I did too.” You smile and he gazes down at you with love . “Can you do me a favor?” You begin to blush and this interests him. “Of course, what is it.” His hands have drifted down, now clasped in yours, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. Maybe it was a little touchy for two best friends but neither of you minded it. “Can we kiss? I-I wanna practice, it’s been a while ya know?” You look down and he grins, it's a little unsettling. He seems amused and playful. “As long as you don’t kiss anyone else.” He whispers and when you’re about to question him, he kisses you. His lips are soft and he holds the nape of your neck with such gentleness. His lips move slow and agonizing against yours, leaving you wanting more. That’s when you feel his tongue prod at your lips making you jump back. “Takashi!” You squeal, red as a tomato. He laughs, swinging your intertwined hands, satisfied.

manjiro <𝟑

Now Manjiro has been your best friend for as long as you remember. Despite him going through a lot he had his moments where he’d be relaxed and not so monotone. Manjiro was a playful person at heart, you wanted to do something to bring it out. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him. See his face when you popped the question. The moment he sees you he sighs in relief. “Finally you’re here let’s go eat.” He moves to grab your hand and lead you out but you stop him. He turns around a little irked. “What?” He’s close to pouting. “Can I have a kiss?” You pucker your lips and he blinks. You didn’t even have enough time to register his lips on yours, the shock had you on autopilot. When he pulls away, you’re blushing. “You kissed me.” You say breathlessly. His brows furrow. “Yeah I was wondering when you’d finally ask me.” You’re still confused. However, he stands up straight, looking genuinely confused. “Are we not dating?” He blinks and your jaw drops. “D-Dating? You never asked me out? You never told me you liked me!” You flush and a small blush forms on his cheeks as well, more out of shame. “Shit, well I don’t know. Let’s go talk about this when we’re eating.” He rushes out, pulling you along with him. You both had a lot to talk about.

haruchiyo <𝟑

The line between best friends and something more was definitely thin for you and Haruchiyo. At least he’d make it thin. All of the time he’d make teasing remarks, and be touchy with you. You never questioned anything because you were comfortable with him. However, there was definitely something more. There had to be right? Why else does he stare at you with such admiration while you’re doing mundane tasks? You’re over at his house as he’s editing a YouTube video of his. You had just made him snacks and go to place them on his table. “Eat something, it’s been hours.” You swear you can see his eyes twinkle as he stares at you. Then your eyes glance at his lips, so pink and a little chapped. He notices your staring and blushes yet his brows rise. You bite your lip and break your gaze but he isn’t backing down. “Hey.” He calls out and you look at him again. Your mouth moves before you can think. “Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t hesitate with his answer. He pulls you towards him, straddling his lap. His hands rest on your waist as your lips connect, the both of you fitting like a perfect puzzle piece. Your hands embrace his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. It was a needy kiss like the both of you had been waiting for this moment. And maybe you both were.

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[zurifushigurxz]

༄ ◇ imagine showering with husband!nanami when he gets home from a long day at work.

・゜・。

cw: fluff, slightly suggestive (nothing too bad, just people not wearing clothes), kissing, you and nanami showering together

authors note: guys this is my first time posting my work! this one i didnt really like and this is my first time actually writing smt.. i’ll probably improve in the future soo.

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Sat on the plushy couch in your cozy living room, you eagerly wait for your loving husband to come back from work.

The front doorknob starts to rattle and you hear a familiar sigh coming from the other side of the door. Immediately upon realizing that the husband you loved so dearly was home, you spring up, eyes lighting up. He opens the door and his exhausted expression softens at the mere sight of you standing so beautifully in-front of him. “I missed you kento, you were gone for so long,” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a delicate peck on his cheek. “I missed you more, my love.” He drops his bag and sinks into you, the way this man who towers over you, seems to shrink in your touch, melting like putty. His large arms encircle your waist, pulling you close and enveloping you in his hold. He whispers under his breath, “I love you s’much, pretty girl, missed you so bad.” You seize his tie, drawing him into a passionate kiss. When the both of your lips collide, all his stress erodes away. This man adores you.

“I need to take a shower, s’that okay with you my love?” He says, still looking deeply into your eyes. “Make it quick, I wanna lay with you after” you reply, placing another kiss on his cheek. He looks away from you, seemingly trying to avoid your gaze from meeting his. “Actually my love.. I was hoping that we could, uh, do it together?” His tone was timid, and a soft pink blush painting across his sharp features. You smile at him warmly and nod.

You step into the shower, your husband following. The warm water streaming down the both of you. Nanami picks up the wash cloth, about to scrub himself when you stop him, “let me do it for you, ken, you had a long day.” He smiles and hands you the cloth, letting you do as you please with him. You start by slowly scrubbing his back, the vanilla scented body wash now coating his body, then you turn him around and scrub his arms, and chest, then the rest of his body. He feels so loved in your touch. He turns to you, “Mind if I return the favor?” To which you accept, and he takes a different wash cloth, lathering that same vanilla-scented soap on it. He starts by carefully scrubbing your arms, being so very gentle with you, as if you would break. He moves the wash-cloth to the valley in between your perfectly shaped breasts. He rinses you off and places delicate kises starting from your hand, working his way up to your neck. Your husband’s subtle kisses make your insides flutter, it has you wondering, ‘how did I land such a perfect man’. His eyes trace your figure, admiring every part of your beautiful body. “you’re so perfect, pretty girl.”

He spins you around and embraces you from behind, the water still running over you. You giggle out, “You okay baby? Did y’have a rough day at work?” You turn to face him and wrap your arms around him, the two of you now chest to chest. “Yes, but I’m okay, I’m with you now,” He kisses your neck so lovingly, taking a whiff of your sweet scent. “wish we could stay like this forever.”

[aamircoeur]

the painter & the player ー Ken Sato.

being ken sato's favourite girl, second only to his girlfriend.

sfw, female reader. UNEDITED

you liked to call yourself his very first fan, as he called you when you were children. your mothers were great friends, and that's how you met. hiding behind your mothers' legs at your first meeting until you guys got closer and played catch and ran around them instead.

play dates consisted of kenji teaching you baseball even though you had no interest at the time, and you insisted on having sketching sessions with him as his own form of punishment. seeing one another was included in your everyday routine, random visits to each other's homes never lessening as you both made your way from elementary to high school.

you mostly kept to yourself, only being friends and acquaintances with your deskmates and fellow art club members. kenji was the star of the varsity team of baseball in your school, having girls (and guys) crush on him from all grade levels. and with the way he visited you in the art room every after class hours and insisting on walking you home even if it meant being late to his trainings, you couldn't help but be included in the bunch of those who liked him.

you kept it to yourself, though, valuing your friendship more than the crush that you had on him. you became the only friend that he trusted; the only person he genuinely likes spending time with, and you returned the favor by giving him sincerity.

almost inseparable, he'd have you over at his home to cram the homework that he had when he forgot to do it because of training. you remembered how a reward system was what really motivated him to study and do his work, you giving him small wraps of chocolate to have whenever he gets a question right, along with a head pat that ruffles his hair on purpose, and he'd walk you home as thanks (and to keep you safe).

you'd give him energy drinks before his games, and afterwards he'd treat you at the nearest convenient store after everyone tournament that you came to, which was all of them.

the moment that he came to your house with puffy eyes and tears streaming down from his cheeks, sobbing and telling you that he had to move to america with his mother was also the moment that you realized that your feelings were more than a mere crush. but before you had the chance to confess, he left.

at first, you guys kept contact; greeting each other every morning, trying to catch the other awake. but with the 13 hour time difference, he eventually started messaging less and declining phone calls. as sad as you were, you understood. he mentioned to you during a call that he joined his college's baseball team, and the training must be hard for him, all while adjusting to a foreign place. finally stopping yourself from trying to keep the fading friendship, you let him go.

"oh, shit! [name]!" you heard someone call out to you from behind. seven years later, you were at a dinner for all partners of a drinking water brand in japan. staying in your home country, you've made a name out of yourself as an artist. your silver dress twisted and hugged your legs as you turned your heels to see who called you. "hey! [name] [surname]?"

and towering in front of you was ken sato who is so much taller than you remembered him being. "hey, it is you!" he exclaimed, a huge grin on their face.

"hi?" you greeted in disbelief, lips parted with both eyebrows raised.

"it's me, sato! ken sato? kenji? your ji-ji?" he asked, saying names that you know him as to try and make you remember. as if you'd forget.

"y-yeah, kenji, hey." you said. kenji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you up as he spun you once.

"long time no see!" he exclaimed.

"holy shit . . ." you breathed out. you looked up at your kenji from childhood who looked happier than ever to see you again. after a minute of silence, without ken's smile ever faltering, you snapped out of your shocked state and smiled back at him. "holy shit, hey!" you exclaimed and opened your arms, inviting him into another hug, which he accepted. "oh, man, it's been so long." you said, breaking the hug.

he ran his hand through his hair. "too long, muse." he said.

that nickname.

"ah, first five minutes back and you're teasing me already?" you rolled your eyes at him and faked a scoff. "thought you'd forget about that."

he laughed and rested his hands in his pockets. "no way, you've grown up to be such a muse now, i can't possibly use it for teasing."

"you sound like a pervert," you both laughed. you sighed softly and looked up into his ash-colored eyes. "you're not so bad yourself, ji-ji. finally outgrown that haircut?" you joked.

"and you finally grown your hair! damn, did i need to leave for america for that to happen?" he joked.

you looked at him with a smile that he knew all too well. ken's smile dropped as his eyes softened, pursing his lips. "hey, i'm sorry for not checking up on ya for all these years."

your eyes never broke contact from his as you tiptoed and ruffled his hair. "no worries, ji-ji. i'm sorry, too." you smiled.

"what're you sorry for?" he asked.

"for letting our friendship go," you sighed softly. "i've always regretted that, you know." you rubbed your hands together and you fiddled with your fingers. kenji took notice of this and reached out to them, before holding them together to stop you from doing so.

"it's not your fault." he spoke so softly. you sighed again, but out of relief this time. he smiled at your softened expression. you haven't changed much since high school, still the anxious girl he knew.

you sighed softly, your eyes looking into his purple ones. you didn't realize just how much you missed him.

"ken?" someone called from behind him. kenji broke his eye contact with you and turned around, revealing a woman in a red evening gown.

"hey!" he greeted. kenji smiled widely at the girl and held her waist, leading her towards where you were. he faced you with a huge grin on his face. "mai, this is [surname] [name], the artist of the artwork that we saw on the second floor," he introduced you.

"oh, wow!" the woman exclaimed. "the heavily-guarded one? that's amazing," she said. you smiled at her.

"[name], this is mai." kenji said. "my girlfriend."

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[rieamena]

wipe my mind, i'd still be stuck on you

kenji sato & baseball critic!reader

contains: fem!reader, established relationship (5 and a half-ish years), going public, petnames, reader and ami are close friends & spend time with her and chiho (ami's daughter), singing, kenji being whipped for you and vice versa, championship baseball game, children mention!!!, emi mention!!! (she's at kaiju island!!), proposal, engagement, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint hard, lowercase intended!!! !!!: the song in the second part is stuck on you by grentperez wc: 3.4k

people always wondered how you managed to get the most in-depth and provocative interviews with ken sato. without fail, each and every one of your published articles presented the baseball star in a new light. "mr. sato, i'm sure your fans are wondering just how you were able to overcome your slump. some are even saying that you had special help from someone significant to you. so tell us, is there someone significant to you right now?" your eyes captured ken's as you spoke into your recording device. both of you sat cross legged on your shared bed, free hands intertwined, sharing a dopey smile. you moved the device closer to him, squeezing his hand when he just stared at you lovingly instead of answering the question. "i'd say that significant isn't the right word to describe her. actually, there aren't any words to describe just how much she means to me. she's my everything. my sun, moon, sky, and stars." ken pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, his words soothing your heart. "and i'm sure she feels the exact same way about you." drawing circles into his hand, you looked at the gold ring attached to a matching chain around kenji's neck. "eyeing my necklace, are you?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "well, what does it symbolize?" kenji fiddled with the ring, twirling it between his fingers. "it's a promise ring. if i'm being fully honest, i cried when she gave it to me. i never thought i could be so close and intimate with someone. i didn't fit in back in LA and i'm still struggling to fit in here, but none of that mattered to her. for once, someone saw me for me. no matter what happens, i'll always stand by her side and i'll always love her." before you knew it, ken's lips were hovering over yours, his hand delicate on your face, as you subconsciously leaned into his touch. "i'll always love you too." it was a kiss full of passion and love. it managed to convey kenji's innermost thoughts and feelings to which you shared yours as well. pulling away from your boyfriend's lips and settling into the crook of his neck, small, blinking digital numbers stole your attention. a quiet giggle escaped your lips as you stopped the recording, "guess i'll be keeping this for myself." ken pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering softly, "or you could show the world how much ken sato loves his pretty girl."

you sighed, "we've talked about this, love. i don't want to go public because—""you're scared about the public's opinion." kenji cut you off, recalling the numerous times he's had this conversation with you. "ken, its not just that! i could lose my credibility as a baseball journalist!" you professed, separating from the warmth of his body, "people would think that i got interviews from pure favoritism. and some would think that i… offered you favors. …going public might ruin my career and i don't know how i'd be able to…," your words died down as your head returned to kenji's chest, your lips taking in a shaky breath, "i love journalism and i love baseball and doing something that bridges the gap between those two is one of the best things in my life right now." laying your hand flat against his chest, rubbing softly, you continued, "please ken, believe me when i say that i really do want to take your last name, i want to walk down the aisle to you, i want to do it all and i want to do it with just you, but right now," you looked up at kenji, whose eyes expressed deep apologies, "we're both doing so well. i don't want a single thing to knock us off our highs." a couple moments of silence passed before ken responded. "i understand… sorry for upsetting you." you shook your head, "don't apologize. you wanted to know the whole truth. nothing wrong about that…" rubbing the side of your arm, kenji repositioned both of your bodies to be laying down. "let's take a little rest," he whispered, bringing your body closer to his. you hummed in response, snuggling even closer to your lover, wanting to feel his warmth mix with yours. "mmm, i'd like that…" your voice drifted away, body entering a state of slumber in kenji's arms.

"honey?" ken's voice called, "i brought the stuff you wanted!" "i'm in the kitchen!", calling back, hands occupied with coating and frying some pork loin. your nimble hands dropped the meat into the pan of hot oil, watching it sizzle and crisp. "hi baby." ken dropped the bags of groceries on the kitchen island, wanting to wrap his hands around your waist instead. "tonkatsu?" kenji perched his chin atop your head, peering down at the frying pork. "yeah, we haven't had it in a while, and i know how much you love it." ken smiled, one that you could feel. "you know me so well." you smiled back, flipping the pork cutlets to ensure they cooked evenly. "how was your day?" "a bit busy, but it's better now," ken said, his hands moving to gently massage your shoulders. "can i help with anything?" "actually, could you start on the salad? the veggies are all washed and ready to go." kenji moved to the counter, grabbing a knife and chopping board. the two of you worked in comfortable silence, the sound of sizzling oil and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables filling the kitchen. "feels like we're missing something…", you put in the last pork chop, "mina, play some music please." a soft drum beat escaped from the mini speaker kept in the kitchen for times like this. almost instantaneously, kenji looked at you, tossing a wooden spoon from the utensil vase, picking up one for himself as well. "you could wipe my mind, i'd still be—", he sang into the spoon before pointing at you. like clockwork, you finished, "stuck on you." "i climbed the highs, nothin' i—", you pointed back at him, the man in question already belting the rest of the lyric, "wouldn't do~" your bodies got closer, "i'll be holdin' up to every word, every promise that you ever heard." kenji takes your hand in his and spins you around, hugging you close. "i'm makin' up for all the days that passed us by." it was a part of the song but he whispered it instead, giving your lips a quick peck after. bringing your hands up to his face, your thumbs continuously caressed ken's cheeks, a soft smile on your features. a small whine escaped ken when you suddenly stopped your ministrations, your eyes blowing wide. his followed suit, realizing what the problem was. both of you looked at the pan full of hot oil, a deep brown pork chop forgotten at the expense of the impromptu concert. "oh shit, it's burning!"

you walked through the front doors, slipping off your shoes and setting down your bags. entering the elevator, you shot a quick text to ami, letting her know that you got home safely. walking through the curve, you approached kenji, his body sprawled out on the ridiculously large couch staring at his phone intently. sitting up as soon as he felt your presence, ken quickly threw his phone out of reach for the both of you, waving you over. "eventful day?" you nodded, glancing at his phone before looking back at him. "have something to tell me?", you questioned, causing your boyfriend to smile, patting his lap. shuffling over, you laid your head on kenji's thighs, reveling in the plush firmness of them, "nothing my pretty little journalist needs to worry her head about." his hands poked and pinched your cheeks teasingly before being swatted away by yours. "what did you do today with ami and chiho?" ken's voice was light, unsure if concealing his plans caused you to be annoyed. "we went to the mall to get chiho some new clothes—," you took one of his hands in yours, playing with his fingers as you recalled your day, "—i got you something too. it's on our dresser." kenji's hand playing with your hair, occasionally massaging your head relaxed you as you continued speaking, "then we went to a cafe and had some desserts. i had a strawberry cream cake—that's in the fridge—ami had tiramisu and chiho had the cutest mini ice cream. wait." you pulled out your phone, muttering that you had to remember to send these pictures to ami. finding a photo you took of the table adorned with desserts, you handed your phone to your boyfriend, telling him to swipe to see the rest whenever. "after that, ami had to pick something up from a nearby shop so chiho and i just chilled until she came back." ken swiped to numerous pictures you took with chiho, smiling softly, imagining that you were taking photos with your child instead of ami's. peeking over at your phone, you squealed, "isn't she sooo cute? ken, you don't understand!!! she's like emi! …but smaller. and she's so full of energy!" "baby fever?" "...maybe." putting your phone down, ken relaxed his arms on the top brim of the couch, body on full display. "i could give you a chiho of our own." he looked down at you, a smirk on his face, causing you to choke on air, "you—! you!" "[name] sato does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?" "kenji!" "i meant it, you know."

"[name]? i've been calling you for—" kenji opened the door to your study, stopping in his tracks. you were passed out on your laptop, blue light glasses falling off and your favorite pen — the one he gave to you as a 'just because' gift — threatening to slip from your fingers. letting out a quiet sigh, ken walked over to you, taking shallow breaths as he slowly packed up your things and set them at the side of your desk. when you stirred in your seat, he froze, not wanting to wake you up from your nap. gently pulling the laptop from your grasp, kenji looked at the screen. an article titled 'inside the mind of ken sato: an exclusive interview' was scheduled to post at eight the next morning. shutting it closed, ken moved over to your limp body. bending his knees, he laid your back against one of his forearms, his other hooked under your knees. walking over to the loveseat you kept, ken's eyes never left your sleeping figure. he laid you down softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before draping a nearby blanket over you. getting his laptop and putting on those blue light glasses of yours, kenji settled himself on the floor, occasionally looking back at you as he scrolled through pinterest, saving various images to his 'us' and 'wedding plans' boards. when he felt a hand on his head, rubbing softly, ken switched to a new tab. turning around, he whispered, "you're awake." he didn't expect your eyes to still be closed, realizing that you've been playing with his hair habitually rather than purposefully. "thank you ken…" your voice had the post-nap drowsiness but managed to convey your gratitude. "don't sweat it, princess."

opening your eyes slowly, kenji's face was the first thing you saw, causing you to sigh in delight. "god, you're stunning." ken's lips curved into a small grin, his head tilting. "thank you...?" "no no, i meant it like—" you sobered up after being drunk off sleep, collecting your thoughts, "when you get to re-experience something life changing as if it was the first time. thats what it felt like, like i was seeing you for the first time all over again." ken turned away from you, covering his face with his hands, feeling it heat up. "hey, don't do that! i was still admiring you," a groan escaped kenji's lips as you pried his hands away, "damn, can't a girl call her boyfriend pretty nowadays?" you slid off the loveseat, placing yourself right next to ken. "i like to think i look better from the front angle." he smirked, moving the laptop from his lap to the sofa. "you look good at all angles," you repositioned yourself, your core pressing into kenji's as you straddled his hips. by routine, his hands gripped your waist, squeezing and massaging slightly.  "but i'd be lying if i said front angle kenji wasn't one of my favorites." kenji kept a hand stationed at your waist, the other moving down to grope your ass. low and heavy moans broke from him as you rocked your hips back and forth, giving you both the friction you've been waiting for. "you gotta get on top of me more often, baby. 'can't believe i was missing out on this." his eyes scanned over your figure, drinking it in. slowing your motions, your hands found home on kenji's shoulders. "keep acting like that and i'm gonna have to start going dress shopping." ken laughed at your comment, the implication not fully registering yet. "wait, what?"

the roar of the crowd filled the air as the yomiuri giants claimed the championship title. the atmosphere was electric, a whirlwind of cheers and applause. kenji, bathed in the triumphant glow of victory, made his way through the sea of elated teammates and ecstatic fans. his eyes locked onto yours, and in an instant, he was in front of your premium best view stadium seat. without a word, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, the world around you fading into oblivion. the force of your embrace caused you to topple over the railing, crashing into Kenji with a fervent hug. "ken! ken! oh my god, you did it! you did it! you were so cool!! you hit the ball like wapow—" you rambled, your excitement bubbling over as you mimicked his winning hit. "huh? where did he—?" your eyes darted left and right in the search for him, only to find him behind you, down on one knee. the prettiest ring you had ever seen rested in a small black velvet box, glinting under the stadium lights. kenji looked up at you, his usual confidence giving way to a nervous chuckle. "you found me…" he muttered, his voice tinged with vulnerability only you got to experience. kenji took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "i don't know how i lived before i met you," he confessed, the words heavy with emotion. the stadium seemed to hold its breath, the noise of the celebration fading into the background as the moment unfolded. your heart pounded in your chest as kenji's words hung in the air. the world seemed to stand still, every sound and sight melting away except for him, kneeling before you. "[name]," he continued, his voice trembling slightly, "from the moment i met you, my life changed in ways i never thought possible. you've been my rock, my partner, and my biggest supporter. every day with you has been a gift, and i can't imagine facing any challenge, celebrating any victory, or living any day without you by my side." he paused, taking a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "you have this… incredible… ability to make everything brighter," he looks away, choking on his words, tears welling and slipping from the corners of his eyes. "to turn ordinary moments into extraordinary memories. your laughter is my favorite sound, and your smile, my favorite sight. you've shown me what true love is, and for that, i am forever grateful." kenji's voice grew softer, more intimate, as he continued. "in the highs and lows, you've been there. you believed in me, even when i didn't believe in myself. you've given me courage, strength, and a love that I know will last far beyond a lifetime."

tears were already streaming down your face, each word leaving ken's lips caused your waterline to fill up and spill over. your body shook, as you took in the view of your boyfriend, wiping away his tears with your hand. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me. i want to be the reason you smile every day. what i'm trying to say is…, [name], can i have the honor of being your husband?" even if you had spoken any quieter, kenji still would've heard you, at that moment, the only thing he focused on was you. "yes, kenji. let's get married." he pushed back a sob, rising to his feet and taking your left hand in his, slipping the ring on your finger. "wait…", you spoke, voice hoarse from all the crying. hands trailing down ken's neck, you felt the dainty chain he always kept on him, pulling it out from underneath his uniform. the promise ring laid on his chest as you unlooped it from the chain and pushed it onto his ring finger, as he did with your ring. flashing your signature smile, albeit more tired, you exclaimed, "there…! now we match!" the sob kenji previously choked back resurfaced as he picked you up and spun you around, your laughter mixing with his. as he set you down gently, your foreheads rested against each other, the world around you forgotten. in that perfect, intimate moment, everything felt just right. "what a way to tell everyone, ken. you never cease to amaze me…" "i'll have you on your toes. no way the marriage is getting boring with me around." "please, it wouldn't be boring either way."

extras —

you dragged yourself into the living room, dropping your bag and collapsing onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "i'm so tired… that article took everything out of me. and he was being so unnecessarily difficult!" ken looked up from his book, concern etched on his face. "you should—oh, i don't know—quit your job." "ken," you replied, giving him a pointed look. "hey, i'm just saying. i have more than enough to support us both and then some. no need for you to overwork yourself like this." he set the book aside and moved closer, taking your hand in his. "how about this? once the season is over, we take a couple weeks off for vacation. we'll travel anywhere you wanna go!" you smiled, the idea of a vacation sounding like a dream. "and if japan needs saving?" ken fell silent, embarrassed that being ultraman completely slipped his mind. "oh right. can't forget about that." you both laughed, the tension from your long day starting to ease. ken's thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. "but seriously," he continued, his tone softening. "i hate seeing you so stressed. you're amazing at what you do, but you deserve a break too. we'll figure it out together, okay?" you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "okay. a vacation sounds perfect. and maybe i will think about taking it easy for a while." ken leaned in and kissed your forehead. "that's my girl. now, let's plan this vacation of ours. we’ve got the whole world to explore."

"babe, can you look through my phone for something? i took a picture of something i wore the other day," you asked, tossing your phone to kenji. "alright." catching it with ease, he started scrolling through your photo app. "this the one?" he asked, showing you the picture. you nodded, finding the same clothing pieces in your closet. kenji continued to scroll through your photo app, and suddenly he stumbled upon an album named 'mine <3'. "oh, you love love me," he teased, turning the phone towards you and revealing the numerous pictures you had of him. you rolled your eyes, trying to play off the blush creeping up your cheeks. "don't flatter yourself," you scoffed, a playful smile tugging at your lips. kenji chuckled, encapsulating you in a side hug. "too late. i'm already flattered." he looked at you with those warm eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. you shook your head, laughing softly. "you're impossible." "and you love it." he said, his voice low and affectionate. you couldn't deny it, the brightest smile etched on your face as you pushed kenji away. "yeah, whatever."

whew... its been a wild four days but i'm actually so proud of myself. personally, i love how this came out and i really can't believe that i typed all of this like me??? what?!?! i hope you all enjoyed it as much as i did <33 i'll be doing requests + asks for this so if you wanna see something or know something, send me an ask! love yall <33 ps: formatting this post was literal hell. solely bc tumblr decided to stop allowing me to save in rich text.

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[cowboykento]

you wake up early one morning to make coffee for you and cowboy!kento for when he returns from the morning work. he smiles when he sees you in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his t-shirt that reaches just past your butt.

“g’mornin’ pretty girl.” he says, stepping into the kitchen.

“good morning, ken,” you reply with your own smile. “was about to make breakfast, you’re in sooner than i thought you’d be.”

he hums, pulling you in close before you have a chance to hand him his coffee, kissing you passionately. it starts slow, like the morning, but then his tongue slips into your mouth, hungry for more.

“that’s okay, darlin’, was thinkin of having somethin else for breakfast, anyway,” he replies with a smirk that’s too handsome for his own good.

you giggle, “oh? what’s that, handsome?”

his hands slip below your ass, picking you up and placing you on the counter gently, returning his lips to yours.

“i think you know, sweetheart,” he answers, his hands rubbing along your hips, pleasantly surprised to find that you’re not wearing any panties. “mmm, you must, you made it even easier for me, didn’t ya? such a sweet girl. my sweet girl,” he says, kissing you again before pulling you to the edge of the counter, pushing his t-shirt up enough to reveal your pussy.

he gets on his knees, ever reverent of you, and kisses along your leg, sending shivers up your spine. your fingers find their place in his straw-colored hair, pushing it away from his face.

“y’gonna let me enjoy my breakfast, darlin’?” he looks up at you, pleading in his eyes.

your ankles cross behind his back as you nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

“good girl,” he mutters before delving in, licking a stripe through your folds.

your grip in his hair tightens immediately as he finds your clit, kissing and sucking it gently. you let out a moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

his tongue is all over you—licking from your clit to your entrance and sucking up all of your juices like it’s the nectar of the gods.

“always taste so good for me, princess,” he mumbles against your cunt, too starved to pull himself away for even a moment.

you pull at his hair even harder, urging him on as if he needed it. he moans against your clit, sending vibrations through your body and forcing a moan of your own out from your lips.

he sucks your clit with precision, his fingers making their way to your hole, slipping one in and curling it up to find the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“oh, fuck, kento, oh my god,” you moan loudly.

your perfect moans only motivate him further as he picks up his pace, licking your clit and fucking you with his finger.

he slips a second in, drawing another pretty whine from you, and he thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to heaven. the sun pools in from the windows, casting light on you like a goddess.

“so, so gorgeous, angel,” he says, fucking you faster, desperate to taste your release on his tongue.

“fuck, kento,” you pant, “i’m close, i’m close—gonna cum!”

your words make him groan, “that’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over my tongue.”

his words are all it takes for the coil in your tummy to snap, your release pouring out of you and right onto kento’s eager tongue. he doesn’t let up his ministrations, in fact he picks up the pace yet again, fucking you desperately through your orgasm.

when the shocks and shudders of your release subside, kento pulls off you begrudgingly, but not before placing another kiss on your cunt.

when he stands up again, you pull him in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself all over his lips and tongue. your release shines in his chin and nose, and his hair is a mess from your pulling, but you think he’s never looked so handsome.

he kisses you just as hungrily, like he’ll never get enough of you, when you finally pull away for a breath.

“wanna go back to bed? let me return the favor?”

he grins at you before his hands slip back under your thighs, picking you up and taking you back to his bed for another round.

you have to make another pot of coffee when you’re finally done, but you’d make a million more to spend every morning like this with kento.

sfw cowboy!kento masterlist

nsfw cowboy!kento masterlist

[s4no]

PART ONE

+ feat: manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno & takashi mitsuya

+ cw: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws

+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three

ಇ  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢. + cw: ptv, bondage (r), edging, pussy slapping, overtstim (r), squirting     [ link one | link two ] ringed fingers grip your forearms, the cold metal making you mewl as it presses against your searing skin. you’ve been like this for an hour— down on your knees with your hands restrained behind your back. mikey thrusts into you with reckless abandon, edging himself, always stopping before he loses himself completely, grinding his hips against yours and telling you how pretty you look all dressed up for him. you can’t help but be a little embarrassed at the mess you’ve made, how your arousal soaks the sheets beneath you. because, while he’s been edging himself this entire time, he’s let you cum as many times as you want. you can feel your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and your legs are shaking so much that you swear you might topple over if it weren’t for him holding you up. so when he tells you to turn over and lay on your back, you happily oblige. surprisingly, he pulls your panties back up before delivering a harsh slap to your overstimulated cunt. the squeals he forces from you are music to his ears and when you start gushing from the subsequent smacks, he watches you with a look of absolute adoration.  

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗝𝗜. + cw: ptv, choking (r)     [ link one | link two ] draken is almost methodical in how he works your body to the brink of pleasure. calloused fingertips run through your folds, smearing your slick around until you’re squirming beneath him and only then does he give in to your pleading. his hand moves to your throat and you moan as it squeezes, giving you a headrush that nearly distracts you from the prodding at your entrance. with your shirt ridden up, he watches your nipples pebble as he pushes inside of you, cursing under his breath at the way your walls immediately suck him in. your hands search for something to grab, something to hold onto to ground you, but when he angles himself to hit that one spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll, you feel like you’re floating. “need somethin’ to do, baby? rub your clit.” and you do, swirling your fingers around the sensitive nub until you’re thrown over the edge and free-falling into oblivion. but he’s far from done. he doesn’t give you time to recover, rolling you over in one swift maneuver that leaves you on top, his length still buried inside of you. strong hands grab your ass, and without any warning, he starts guiding you down onto his cock, thrusting up into you as you’re forced to ride him. 

ಇ  𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔. + cw: oral (g + r), sixty-nine     [ link one | link two ] you love how easily kazutora falls apart. dressed in your finest lingerie, you tell him to sit back and enjoy himself as you press open-mouthed kisses against his cock, giggling when a breathless moan falls from his lips. his hand moves to your ass as you take him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and bobbing your head until his hips begin to twitch in response. your hands press down on them, holding him in place while you suck, staring up at him from beneath dark lashes. heat pools in his eyes, and you know what the next words out of his mouth will be before he says them, “wanna t-taste you too.” sometimes you indulge him, flipping around so he can bury his face between your thighs while you continue to play with him. other times, you make him wait, make him cum down your throat before letting him have his fill of you. his touches are soft and slow as he returns the favor, kissing the insides of your thighs while his hands rub across your skin. he takes his time, cherishes you— savors you in a way that leaves you reeling from how intimate the moment is. it’s cliche, but he feels at home between your thighs, and he draws out your pleasure until it washes over you in waves, groaning against your center as you come undone. 

ಇ  𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗝𝗜. + cw: oral (r), fingering, ptv     [ link one | link two ] you love baji’s spontaneity, especially when it ends with him kneeling in front of you. you know you have it coming when he pulls you into an empty bedroom, abandoning the party downstairs, but you don’t expect him to drop down onto his knees before you and start unbuttoning your jeans (though you do nothing to stop it). once your panties drop to the floor, he all but pounces— lifting your leg up and grinning when he comes face-to-face with your pussy. he wastes no time in devouring you, licking and sucking, groaning so loud you’re sure the people downstairs would hear him if it weren’t for the music blaring throughout the house. he eats you like a starved man, his lips suctioning your clit while he drives his fingers inside of you until your body shakes with an orgasm that makes your vision black out. “there’s more where that came from, kitten.” and true to his word, as soon as you return home, he has you laying on your back, a pair of cat ears on your head as he pushes inside of you. corded muscles ripple as he goes, flexing with every thrust that brings you one step closer to nirvana, and he grants everyone on the block a gift when he pushes a finger into your mouth, ensuring your cries fall freely from your lips. 

ಇ  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢. + cw: handjobs (g), overstim (g), oral (r)     [ link one | link two ] you can’t help but think chifuyu looks pretty when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. your eyes drink him in, watching as his body jolts from the feeling of your hand alone. you’ve wrung him dry, making him cum only to keep rubbing his length, covering it in the sticky fluid so your palm glides easily over the sensitive flesh. his broken moans echo around the room, making the corners of your lips tip into a smirk while he writhes beneath you. you only stop when you’re sure he’s on the brink of passing out, tears leaking down his cheeks and desperate pleas falling from his lips. you think, surely, he’s too tired to do much else besides lay there and recover, but you’re wrong. forcing himself up, he gently coaxes you onto your back and spreads your thighs, murmuring against your skin. “gonna make you feel good too.” his hands reach for yours and he laces your fingers together while he licks stripes up your center, lashes fluttering from the taste. he worships every inch of you— from your ankles to your calves all the way up to your navel and everything in between. you’re a goddess in his eyes, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treat you like one.

ಇ  𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗔. + cw: shibari (r), impact play (r), light flogging, oral (r)     [ link one | link two ] mitsuya exercises true patience whenever he ties you up. he doesn’t rush, deft fingers winding the rope around your limbs and securing them in place. he always makes sure they aren’t tied too tight, makes sure the knots won’t come undone no matter how much you struggle. only when you’re completely at his mercy does he start to play with you, gliding a wooden paddle across the backs of your thighs and delivering spanks as he goes. he delights in the way your body lurches, in the little whimpers that pair so perfectly with the soft cracks that sound when the toy comes into contact with your skin. sometimes, he trades it in for a flogger, dragging the leather pieces over your glistening folds and chuckling when you beg for him to touch you instead. he tuts at you before smacking it against your cunt, reminding you that patience is a virtue— and that if you behave yourself, a reward is in order. so you bite back your pleas, lay there and take the pleasure he doles out, no matter how small the amount. and reward you he does. after untying you, he sits you down and gets level with your pussy, cooing how pretty it is when it weeps for him. then, he finally gives in to his deep-seated desire, holding your legs apart while he dives into the ocean in between your thighs.

[wexhappyxfew]

Silver Bullets Writing Masterlist (a Masters of the Air Fic-Collection)

AO3 link: coming soon!

OCs Featured: Women of Silver Bullets

Pairings: SB Pairings

Collection of writings of the women of the B-17, Silver Bullets, and their stories through the Second World War, alongside the Masters of the Air men. Features replacement pilot, Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw, stepping into the role of command pilot for Silver Bullets, working to lead a crew of an all-female bomber crew throughout missions out of Thorpe Abbotts, England. Silver Bullets recently went through the tragic loss of their previous command pilot, Captain Birdie Faulkner, which leaves the crew reeling - Annie Bradshaw hopes to do justice to this bomber crew and the war. Follows canon for the most part, an alternate universe with women as a B-17 crew.

-> Current Writings <-

-> to be updated as new writings come out!

Meeting Annie Chattaway (Bradshaw)

Annie Chattaway (later becomes Bradshaw in rewrites) meets John Egan and John Brady for her first introductions to base. Story is later reworked into Silver Bullets writings and a larger crew.

Sweet-Talking Silver Bullets

Annie Bradshaw heads to the flying club after an introduction to Thorpe Abbotts and an invitation from John Brady - and gets to meet Margie Harlowe, flight engineer on Silver Bullets, as well as some commentary from John Egan.

Package Deal

Bombardier, Carrie Achterberg, falls sick and misses a mission - navigator, Bessie Carlisle, visits her for some well wishes - James Douglass pays the duo a visit.

Introductions and Pleasantries

Bessie Carlisle and turret ball gunner, Judy Rybinski, discuss the future and meet the newest pilot on base, Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal - Marianne Salinger, tail-gunner, sets her sights on letting her orange cat, Frank, get a feel for the newest addition.

Solemn Reminders

Co-pilot, Francis Montez, has been struggling ever since losing Captain Birdie Faulkner those few weeks ago - Annie Bradshaw attempts to get through those layers and let Francis know she's there to stay.

Lie Down Next to Me

Annie Bradshaw's is sure of a lot of things - but sharing a bed with Captain John Brady when things start getting tough is not one of them.

Quiet Reprieve

A mission gone haywire leaves the crews at Thorpe Abbotts in a mental recovery - John Brady attempts to get Annie Bradshaw out of her head. Ken Lemmons offers a few jokes in return.

Next Time I Wake

Judy Rybinski suffered a serious injury after a rough mission, and is joined by Rosie Rosenthal at her side when she wakes.

When All Else Fails

The 9-remaining members of Silver Bullets discuss their newest pilot, ponder their last replacement who went down the drain and the future of their B-17 bomber.

Very Thought of You

Judy Rybinski's in her head. Rosie Rosenthal can see that. He offers her a dance. She finally feels at home.

Crash Landings and All

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share some coffee in the early morning and discuss their rather embarrassing mishaps of first-time-flying.

Home is an Anchor

Annie Bradshaw reminisces on her miserable youth as John Brady attempts to comfort her. Annie recognizes what it means for someone to be an anchor, as well as a place.

You, Me, and the Stars

Judy Rybinski and Bessie Carlisle discuss life and love. Judy shares a conversation with Rosie Rosenthal and makes a few bolder moves than she would have thought.

Guide and Guard

The crew of Silver Bullets dutifully awaits the signal for wheels up. John Brady makes a visit.

No Hard Feelings

Carrie Achterberg just wants to enjoy breakfast. James Douglass comes asking for a favor. Greenland mention!

I Found You Again

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share a moment in a bunk, with quiet contention and silent confessions.

You Pinky Promise?

James Douglass visits a sick Carrie Achterberg. Conversation ensues about Dougie's time in the skies under Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw's wing.

Let It Linger

Judy Rybinski gets promoted and thinks Rosie Rosenthal has a little something to do with it.

Bergie Doesn’t Strike Out

Carrie Achterberg and James Douglass both feel they have ‘struck out’ in their own ways. Lingering eyes follow.

You In My A-2

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share another night in the bunk. A few honest statements seem to slip. A sort of Pt 2 to this piece.

Looking Out For Me

Judy Rybinski grieves what is lost and Rosie Rosenthal tries to offer an olive branch of connection. They share an orange and an understanding.

Run Along Lover Boy

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a conversation that might just change both their minds about their futures.

Didn't Think You'd Notice

Carrie Achterberg and James Douglass share a dance. And a whole lot more than just that.

A Little While Longer

Annie Bradshaw gets herself into a bit of a fight, but John Brady isn't afraid to step up for the people he loves.

Through the War

Judy Rybinski enjoys the sunshine of the flak house, but couldn’t help but have a conversation with Rosie Rosenthal about the truth of this war.

Ease the Pain

Vivian Ratcliff remains emotionally distraught over not hearing from long-time boyfriend, James Pennington, and Everett Blakey tries to help with that.

Greenland

Carrie Achterberg ponders her dislike for Greenland, alongside James Douglass, in the pre-Annie Bradshaw era of Silver Bullets.

Stray Bullets

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a few words with each other after a terrible mission and an even worse-off interrogation.

Folklore or Whatnot

Annie Bradshaw continues to prove her role in these shoes she must fill after Birdie Faulkner. She proves herself in more ways than one.

And Then I Breathed

Kennedy Farley can't stop her thoughts from ruminating on her final moments before jumping out of the plane that final time. Bucky Egan tries to mend that in any way he can.

My Bessie Marie

Bessie Carlisle lives by fact and truth. Her world turns upside when that’s all off the table and her boyfriend, Thomas McKenzie joins the Marines.

Cold Hands

Annie Bradshaw revels in her reckless youth alongside a battered and bruised John Brady who is in need of nothing more than someone willing to listen to his ramblings.

Lips Itching To Grin

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan talk baseball, big bands and their mothers. Bucky also thinks Kennedy would make a great cleanup hitter in the lineup.

Gone to the Earth

The Annie Bradshaw and John Brady reunion piece.

Far Less Losses

Kennedy Farley, Judy Rybinski and Paulina Stagliano want to enjoy a night away from base. Bucky Egan joins in on the ‘fun’.

You Worrying About Me?

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a few tender moments in her first week after her arrival at the Stalag.

Know It’s You

Judy Rybinski and Rosie Rosenthal share a moment together on a summer night.

Always, Always, Always

Margie Harlowe is the last of the Silver Bullets girls to get to the Stalag. And she's been through hell and back. Benny DeMarco is there to bring her a bit of comfort. Always.

We All Lost Birdie

Marianne Salinger and Francis Montez discuss the recent loss of the Silver Bullets' crew. And what the future might hold. At 0400.

You Found Me

Bucky Egan’s POV of Kennedy Farley as he wrangles in his feelings in the dark corners of the Stalag.

A Little Imagination

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan find themselves in a rather precarious situation.

Whispering Prayers Into Her Hair

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady hold a heartfelt discussion about the future, all while contemplating what is going on in this very moment.

Porcelain, Silk, and Starch

Annie Bradshaw and Francis Montez enjoy the sights of B-17, Silver Bullets. Annie also runs into John Brady and experienced a rather embarrassing mishap on her part.

It Was a Wonder

Margie Harlowe wakes up from a coma in the Med Bay and one of her first visitors is none other than Benny DeMarco himself.

The Waiting Game

Annie Bradshaw's fine (she's not). John Brady wants to help (she tells him no, he still helps).

She'd Fight a War Herself

Kennedy Farley finds John Egan reeling in the quiet library of the bunkhouse - and she's determined to figure out what's going on in his head.

It's In The Jar

Carrie Achterberg is hiding out in Silver Bullets, trying to get through grief, pain and sadness. James Douglass is also seeking her out - to help.

In This Light

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share a quiet moment in this bit of moonlight.

[skxllz]

𝐤𝐞𝐧...

with a partner who's completely opposite of him.

with a partner who wears black, dark red, burgundy, midnight blue, dark forest green, white and grey. not pink nor bright colors.

with a partner who likes different music than he does. ken screams bill withers, marvin gaye, alicia keys, etc. you on the other hand dig more intellectual, hardcore music - mötely crue, metallica, alice in chains, skid row, etc. even artists that are more down to earth on a different level, such as foster the people or arctic monkeys.

with a partner who isn't as open. you keep more to yourself, stay in your own bubble, don't really talk about your feelings. ken on the other hand, he's always in everyone's space. and, even though he thinks emotions are more of a woman's touch, he ends up speaking on how feels; voicing if he's upset or if he feels icky - in his own way of course.

with a partner who doesn't like social settings. ken loves the beach, ken loves to attend parties and the bar and the university nearby just because he can. you though- you only like the beach at night, when it's quiet and peaceful with no one around. you like to walk the street at night, when no one is really out; and if they are, you don't get bothered (unless it's a weirdo). you like to go to the skatepark during work/school hours, and chill at the ice cream shop that doesn't get real busy, and just stay in your room because it's your safe space.

with a partner who is closed off from affection. ken always gives you hugs, kisses, caresses to your cheek and pets to your hair. you return the favor, too.. but that doesn't mean it's as strong as a touch, or as often - hell, it's even awkward because you're not used to it. but ken knows that's okay, he's patient even though he doesn't want to be. he understands... somewhat. not really, but he's trying.

with a partner who loves physical activity that doesn't require as much work. walking along the side of the river, or railroad tracks; jogging a mile; just simply waking up to be productive. ken, on the other hand, loves to surf (he ended up learning). he loves to attempt to cook, to attempt to play volleyball. his favorite? It's lifting dumbbells with impressive weight.

with a partner who loves to lay around and watch movies. you can relax, and smile in amusement at a cheesy horror movie, or laugh during a comedy. ken, though, he's not able to sit still for long periods of time unless it's to touch you. the film's don't capture his attention; physical action does. affection does. you. not tv.

( hi this is all I have for now LOL. I'm new to the barbie fandom, hello 😏 I'll try to add more content in when I can but for now... enjoy this. )

[maritessa]

Divination Deception

Jun gets tarot cards from Tatsuya and it somehow causes chaos in Sumaru City.

“Come on, Jun-senpai…. Cheer up, won't ya?” Shougo handed Jun a pizza slice. Ken and Takeshi followed behind their friend and looked at Jun with worried eyes. 

Jun smiled weakly at the gang and thanked them for the food. He sighed softly and sank back into the couch. It's been a few days since Jun hogged the couch in Sumaru Prison. Gas Chamber is always excited to see him but not when he's sighing every 10 seconds and dragging his feet. 

“I'm sure Tatsuya will come around sooner or later,” Ken said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Shougo and Takeshi elbowed Ken at his mention of a certain taboo subject. They couldn't believe Ken stepped on such an obvious landmine.

“Tatsuya…” Jun uttered weakly. He looked at the wrapped box Tatsuya gave him on their last date and gently caressed the carefully decorated exterior. His fingers fiddle with the uncharacteristically frilly blue ribbon that sat on top of the present. 

“I'm still not talking to him first though,” Jun huffed, dropping the present on his lap. 

Jun and Tatsuya were out on a date at Honmaru Park in Rengedai. The pair hadn't seen each other in 2 weeks due to finals season. Graduation was peeking at the corner for the two senior students so their parents (and Katsuya) made them promise to have no dates until they've taken their tests and passed them. 

The two sat on a bench near the fountain, enjoying the peacefulness of hearing the water along with the distant noise of children playing in the background. Tatsuya kept glancing at Jun, checking if Jun’s opened the gift he's brought him. 

Unbeknownst to Tatsuya, Jun felt guilty about how he didn't have a gift for their reunion. There was a weight in the box that didn't seem to go away and Jun suspected it would disappear if he was able to return the favor. 

Clang.

Clang.

Clang. 

“Pork buns! Get your pork buns here!” It was from the other side of the fence but everyone in the park could clearly hear the vendor. 

Tatsuya’s stomach growled at the sound of the nostalgic bell. It was faint but not faint enough to hide from Jun’s attentive ears. 

Jun immediately stood up and stood up on the bench. “I'll get you some of the pork buns, Tatsuya! Just wait right here!” 

As Jun was about to lift his foot up on one of the fence’s railings, Tatsuya lifted him up from his waist and sat him back on the bench. 

“Jun, it's dangerous to climb fences! If the guard caught you, you'll get sent to the police booth.” Tatsuya reprimanded his boyfriend.

“It'll be fine! I'll be quick.” Jun scratched the back of his head and tapped his right foot at a quick pace. Tatsuya noticed how impatient Jun was getting but he firmly kept Jun in place by applying force on his shoulders. 

“Do you want some pork buns? We can just get out of the park through the gates and buy them together,” Tatsuya suggested.

“But I want you to stay here and wait for me!”

“There's no need for that. I'm fine with walking.”

“It's not about you walking, it's about me getting them for you.”

“Then we can just walk together and you pay for them.”

“Then it's pointless if you walk with me!”

“How is it pointless? We're on a date so I want to stay with you–”

“Ahem.”

The couple’s bickering was interrupted by a cough from the other side of the fence. The two looked up and noticed a pork bun over it.

“I can just hand the pork bun from here. No need for you lads to fight, eh?” The vendor from the other side chuckled awkwardly.

Tatsuya was about to grab the pork bun but Jun started walking away. Jun just couldn't stand how Tatsuya had something for him and he came unprepared! And when he finally thought of something to do, Tatsuya just HAD to act super cool and handsome and ruin his plans! He wanted to do something for Tatsuya too but Tatsuya just had to be a considerate gentleman! 

Ugh, can you believe that guy? 

And that was the last time the couple talked in the past week. 

“I don't even know what he got me.” Jun carefully unwrapped the gift wrapping. He made sure to keep it as intact as possible so he could add it in his scrapbook later. 

Upon completely unboxing it, the gift turned out to be astrology-themed tarot cards. Jun almost let out a sigh of affection but stopped himself before it was audible. That jerk Tatsuya just had to get something that's perfectly in line with his interests, huh? The cards made the wound fresh again (not like it's healed).

“Are those playing cards?” Shougo asked.

“It clearly says ‘tarot’, dumbass.” Ken snarked.

“What the fuck is a ‘tarot’?” Takeshi blurted out. 

Jun carefully unfolded the instructions and read the description out loud. 

“Tarot cards can help tap into deep, unconscious inner knowledge and offer valuable insights into one’s life, or they can portray hidden motives, opportunities, and potential to the querent–”

“Hey, I got the date for our next performance. I was thinking of discussing the schedule– what's going on here?” Eikichi walked in the room, unknowingly interrupting Jun. 

“Look at this, Boss! Jun-senpai can read our fortunes!” Takeshi said excitedly.

“Hey, I literally just opened these! I don't know how to use them!” Jun said defensively.

“There's a manual right here.” Ken flipped through the pages. “The meanings are all right here.”

Jun grabbed the pamphlet from Ken and quickly scanned through its contents. He already felt overwhelmed by the whole process but he was intrigued nonetheless.

“Oh, it's those card thingies.” Eikichi casually pulled a card from the middle of the deck. “What does mine say?”

In the photo there was a man carrying swords and he seemed to be sneaking away. It was the 7 of Swords of the minor arcana. Jun scrambled to find the Swords section in the pamphlet and answer Eikichi’s expecting gaze.

“It says here that the 7 of Swords stands for deception, trickery, and stealth. Someone might be lying to you….” Jun gulped. 

The Kasugayama students looked at the Boss, waiting for him to think of anyone who could be deceiving him. They all jumped in their seats when Eikichi suddenly punched the table. 

“Son of a bitch!” Eikichi yelled.

“What is it?!” Shougo asked frantically. Everyone was leaning in to hear what Eikichi had to say.

“I knew Tacchan hadn't given up on being the most handsome man in Sumaru!” Eikichi grumbled. “Why can't he just accept defeat? He's up against the Michel!” 

“Yeah! Who does Tatsuya think he is anyway?” Shougo cheered.

“That's right! Our boss is the best in the whole nation!” Ken exclaimed. 

“Uh, you are cool, Michel, but I don't think that's it.” Jun said plainly. 

Jun knew Tatsuya didn't really think about being the most handsome man in Sumaru. In fact, Tatsuya only agreed to this whole contest just to get a reaction out of Eikichi. It did not help that Jun was fanning the flames by bringing it up around Eikichi at every given chance. 

“I see that the cards are influencing you, Jun.” Eikichi laughed and shook his head. “I'll confront Tatsuya right now! This is a fight between men!!”

With that Eikichi ran outside of Sumaru prison with Takeshi, Shougo, and Ken following behind him. 

Jun's brain hadn't registered whatever the hell just happened but the words ‘confront Tatsuya’ and ‘fight between men’ aren't exactly the most pleasant to hear. Especially coming from Kasugayama’s head boss and double especially when it's directed at his boyfriend!

Jun ran out of the livehouse and looked around to find a glimpse of Eikichi and the gang but, as you'd expect from them, they were instantly gone. Jun jogged around aimlessly to catch any clues as to where they could be but instead caught sight of someone else he knew.

“Maya-neesan!” Jun ran to his admired elder sister. He bowed down to greet Katsuya as well. “What are you doing here in Hirasaka?” 

“Jun-kun, it's been a while!” Maya giggled heartily. She raised her right hand and revealed her hand intertwined with Katsuya’s. “We’re out on a date.”

Katsuya looked away, his face flushed red, and nodded. Jun smiled at the two but he couldn't help but feel a lingering emptiness. He talked big but he couldn't help but miss Tatsuya. Katsuya noticed the shift in Jun's demeanor and patted him on the shoulder. He wasn't quite sure exactly what happened but he certainly noticed Tatsuya blasting Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” on repeat in his room.

“Sorry for interrupting your date then,” Jun bowed slightly and Maya shook her head. 

“It's been a while and I'm glad to see you so don't be! ” Maya playfully hit Jun on the back. “What do you have in your hands there? Playing cards?” 

“Ah, they're Tarot cards Tatsuya gave me….” replied Jun. 

Katsuya squeezed Maya's hand and gave her a look that Maya somehow understood as “Tatsuya and Jun-kun are having a rough patch right now so bringing up Tatsuya is probably rubbing salt in the wound.” Maya caught this and frantically yelled, “Wow! Can you give me a reading?” without a second thought.

Jun snapped out of his daze and nodded with great energy. He quickly shuffled the deck and asked Maya to pull the card on top of the newly arranged cards. Upon the reveal, there sat a woman with a small wand on her hand. She had a crown and sat on a cushion throne. Maya had gotten the Empress. 

“Ooh, Empress. She looks pretty!” Maya smiled cheerily. “I hope it's a good card.”

Once again, Jun opened the pamphlet and looked for the Empress interpretation while Maya gushed about her expectations of good results to Katsuya. 

“It says here that the Empress means… mother, nurturing, and…. Pregnancy?!” Jun couldn't help but raise his voice at the last part.

Maya stood there in shock. Katsuya didn't really believe in the cards but that didn't stop him from holding his breath. 

“Uhm. I'm very new to this so maybe I interpreted it wrong!” Jun frantically explained. “Don't worry about it too much!”

Maya stood there silently and rubbed her stomach. She clutched onto Katsuya’s coat and said seriously, “Katsuya-san, it's impossible for you to be the father but would you be willing to take responsibility for this child?” 

Jun unconsciously grabbed Katsuya’s sleeve. 

“Huh?” was all that left Katsuya’s mouth. 

“I know you're waiting for marriage and all… I'm just a dirty cheater!” Maya faked sobbed. From how exaggerated everything was, Jun understood it was a joke. 

Katsuya didn't seem impressed by this whole situation though. He blankly stared at Maya and breathed slowly. 

“Maya-neesan, I think that's going a bit too far.” Jun pulled on Maya’s arm to try and get her to stop. 

“Come on! It's just a joke, Jun-kun! I'm sure Katsuya-san understands–”

By the look of Katsuya’s face, it didn't seem like he understood. His already naturally furrowed eyebrows? They went down deeper. His breathing was uneven and his right hand squeezed the nook of the coat's elbow. He was clearly holding something back.

“Kat-Katsuya-san… you don't really think I cheated, do you?” Maya stuttered. 

“No but I still don't find this whole thing pleasant.”

“I'm sorry! It was just a joke, I promise!” Maya laughed awkwardly. “I'll go to a Tadashi Satomi to get a test right now! There's no need to worry!”

Maya pulled Katsuya by the hand and dragged him to the direction of the nearest Satomi Tadashi. Katsuya tried to stop her since he didn't really believe in divination but Maya was determined to clear her name of the implied allegations against her (she caused them). Jun didn't really know what to do after that whole fiasco, so he just followed behind them. 

While Maya was admiring the different designs and types of pregnancy tests and Katsuya was as red as his polo shirt, Jun spotted Lisa from the corner of his eye. 

“Lisa! It's been a while!” Jun greeted his close friend.

“Jun!!!!!” Lisa beamed and jumped into Jun’s arms. “It's been way too long!”

“What are you doing here?” Jun asked. 

“I'm just checking out the new make-up stock. Nothing much.” Lisa shrugged. 

“What are those? Playing cards?” She pointed at the cards in Jun’s hand. 

Jun explained how Tarot cards worked to Lisa and the latter's eyes sparkled. Fortunes?! That's all she needed to hear! Lisa snatched the deck from Jun’s grasp, messily shuffled them, and pulled the card on top. It depicted a man and a woman, holding a cup each, and they attended their wedding ceremony. It was the Two of Cups.

It was already obvious but Jun still read the interpretation as written in the pamphlet. “Two of Cups stands for attraction, connection, proposals, and marriage….”

Lisa’s face turned red and she covered her face with her hands. “B-but the only person I'm interested in is Chinyan.”

Jun patted Lisa's back. He was unsure of how to act whenever Lisa was openly affectionate towards his boyfriend. He knew Lisa wouldn't do anything to Tatsuya but he felt guilty that he couldn't ease her pain.

“But Jun, you're with Chinyan! I won't let him cheat on you!” Lisa huffed angrily and stormed off. 

“Wait– Lisa!” Jun ran after and tried to reason out but everyone who knew Lisa knew that when she’s upset, there’s no stopping her. Jun silently asked the cards about how Tatsuya was doing. Would he really cheat in the 7 days they were apart?! And with Lisa of all people?! 

After grabbing the card that resonated with him the most, it revealed a heart being stabbed with three swords under rain clouds. It didn't require a genius to interpret this card but Jun checked just in case he was wrong. 

“3 of Swords… Heartbreak, sorrow, and infidelity….” Jun swallowed the lump in his throat. 

He held Lisa’s hand and looked down at his feet. Logically speaking, he knew that Tatsuya would never do that to him. He would never betray Jun! But with Lisa’s reading and his lining up with each other, he couldn't help but feel anxious about this whole situation. 

Lisa glanced at Jun and saw how mopey he looked. She squeezed his hand and pulled him closer, hugging his arm and offering her warmth for comfort. 

While all that was happening, Tatsuya and Miyabi sat in the corner of the local Peace Diner and shared a tray of fries. Everyone in the establishment looked at the sullen and mysterious expression of the handsome Seven Sister's student but Tatsuya did not feel handsome at all. In fact, he didn't even care that he was being stared at. All he felt was pain and agony from not seeing Jun for another week!

“What am I supposed to do, Hanakouji? I didn't see Jun for two weeks because of exams and now I haven't seen him for another!” Tatsuya groaned. “I'm suffering from Jun withdrawal, I can feel myself actually going insane.” 

Miyabi wasn't familiar with this side of Tatsuya. He's usually reserved so maybe, Tatsuya going insane wasn't a figure of speech. Miyabi considered calling the authorities to check on him.

“Have you tried contacting him?” Miyabi chewed on a fry.

“I mean… I went to his house and he wasn't home….” Tatsuya murmured. 

Miyabi thought that a text would suffice but she didn't mention it. It was usually Eikichi or Jun being openly emotional so it felt refreshing to see Tatsuya a mess, as bad as it sounded. 

Bam!

Everyone glanced at the door to check the source of the noise and there stood Eikichi. He marched towards Tatsuya and pulled him by the collar.

“You!!!” Eikichi growled. “You weren't satisfied with trying to take the title of most  handsome man from me so you also target my girl?!”

“Huh?” Tatsuya broke himself free of Eikichi’s grip.

“Eikichi-kun, it's not what it looks like!” Miyabi cried.

Eikichi pulled Miyabi to his side and grabbed her by the waist. He bitterly pointed at Tatsuya and snarled. 

“What?! So you weren't cheating with me but with Koazy?!” Lisa and Jun interrupted the scene. The rest of the customers weren't even eating anymore, they were way too invested in the drama that was unfolding before them.

Tatsuya didn't notice. Tatsuya didn't even hear whatever the hell Lisa just said. He saw Jun with a fierce look on his face, his arms intertwined with Lisa's.

“Jun… Can we talk?” Tatsuya whimpered as he ran towards Jun. He looked so adorable being out-of-character that the audience almost shed a tear at his cuteness. 

Lisa stepped in between the two boyfriends and hid Jun behind her back. “What are you going to talk about? Are you finally going to tell him about how you're cheating?”

“Cheating?” Tatsuya scratched his head. “I cheated on my blood pressure test in the clinic if that's what you mean.” 

“Hah, so the lies the cards told me is this, huh?” Eikichi laughed to hide his annoyance. “You're the traitor, huh, Suou?” 

“I'm seriously lost right now, can someone fill me in?” Tatsuya pleaded. The rest of the diner prayed they would answer his plea because they were also lost in the plot.

“You know the cards you gave me?” Jun started explaining. “We used them to read fortunes and it said something about someone lying and betraying Michel.”

Miyabi, who had been silent this whole time, pulled Eikichi’s sleeve and asked him to listen to her. Eikichi loosened his stiff shoulders and leaned down to hear Miyabi’s words.

“Actually… I was the one who called Suou-san here.” Miyabi said bashfully. “Because, I felt so guilty about spilling ink on the lace handkerchief you gave me for my birthday. When you said you wanted me to use it on our date, I didn't know how to tell you….” 

Tatsuya nodded his head and agreed with everything Miyabi revealed. “We were seriously just venting out our feelings.” 

Eikichi backed down and started comforting Miyabi about the handkerchief incident. While the two hugged and reconciled, Lisa wasn't convinced. 

“Okay, so why exactly did Jun get a card about heartbreak and infidelity?” Lisa badgered. She squeezed Jun’s hand in anticipation of Tatsuya's response.

“I don't know about infidelity but… it's been rough not being able to talk to you, Jun.” Tatsuya sniveled. “I swear I never cheated. If you consider me venting to Hanakouji about my feelings as cheating then I won't do that too ....” 

Tatsuya dropped down on his knees and looked down on the ground. Jun kind of felt guilty for causing this, especially considering this started because Tatsuya was being an A+ boyfriend unlike him. He crouched down to Tatsuya's level and ruffled his hair. 

“Geez, why are you the one looking so pitiful? You're not even at fault.” Jun chuckled sheepishly. “You're only allowed to show this pathetic side of you to me, okay? So stand up and don't let the whole diner have a show.” 

Jun assisted Tatsuya up and laughed at the mess his boyfriend was. He's always perfect which Jun loved about him even though it was annoying but Jun loved his pathetic side just as much.

Before Tatsuya could respond, his phone buzzed. Both he and Jun checked the message and it was from Tatsuya’s mother.

“I asked your brother to invite his lover to dinner. Ask Jun-kun if he'd like to join.” 

Tatsuya looked at Jun with longing eyes which Jun responded to with a hearty chuckle. He snuggled into Tatsuya's shoulders and walked out of the diner. 

“Wait what? So Eikichi, Jun, and Chinyan can get their happy endings but I don't know who my partner is?!” Lisa complained out loud. 

Lisa heard a laugh from behind her. When she turned around, it was none other than Chikarin who witnessed the whole event. 

“You were so cool, Lisa-san! Chikarin is sure your fortune will also come true!” Chikarin smiled widely at Lisa. 

“Thanks, Chikarin. I hope so.” Lisa sighed. “Coaches truly don't play, huh? Can't believe I just fixed my crush’s love life.” 

Chikarin patted Lisa’s back and pushed her to the cashier. 

“Yes, yes, you did great. Let Chikarin treat you to some burgers as a reward.” Chikarin cooed. 

“Yay! You're the best, Chikarin!” Lisa hugged Chikarin tightly as they picked out which combo would get them the best deal. 

[dlscenarios]

Morning - Kenma x fem!Reader SMUT

Mm some smut for my boy's bday.

⚠️18+ MDNI⚠️

Cw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS, IMPLIED offscreen consent, Somnophilia, AFAB reader, Oral sex (f!receiving), Soft sex, Reader gets called "pretty girl" once, WHY DO I SUCK AT HAVING A PLOT FOR SMUTSHOTS

•••

Waking up to you was Kenma's favorite thing. Immediately seeing your cute face made getting up early worthwhile. Especially on work days, which just so happened to be today.

Kenma had a sponsored livestream to do, but as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he couldn't help but smile at your sleeping form. You were wearing one of his oversized "Kodzuken" shirts joined with only a pair of your panties. Your hair was tousled. Your lips...Kenma found himself leaning in, unable to help himself from softly kissing them.

Suddenly, his mind drifted to your little "tradition" when he'd have a big stream like today. You would try to wake up earlier than him, surprising him in whatever way you knew he'd like: breakfast in bed, coffee to fuel his energy, hour long cuddle sessions after you littered his face with kisses. His personal favorite were the occasional blowjobs.

Maybe he could return the favor while you were still sleeping.

Shifting himself to lean over you, he kissed your lips one more time before trailing down to your neck. His hands snaked up, pushing your shirt above your chest. One warm hand gently kneaded your breast, the other pulling your panties to the side.

Kenma's lips trailed down, placing soft pecks to the valley between your tits, the bottom of your ribs, your lower belly. Finally, he settled onto your heat, pressing a kiss to your clit.

One of your legs twitched as he nuzzled into you, kitten-licking your sweet cunt.

You moaned as your eyes opened, barely having time to focus in the sudden light before Kenma pushed his index finger into you.

"Ken~" You groaned, hand absentmindedly reaching for his dark hair. Your boyfriend paused, lifting his head to respond.

"Good morning, pretty girl. You were too cute, couldn't help myself."

•••

[pjsk-story-summaries]

Light up the Fire Event Story Summary

TL;DR: Some time after Vivid BAD SQUAD's highly successful third event, Taiga calls them and their allies to a meeting in the streets. He tells them that they'll never surpass RAD WEEKED, before revealing the truth of Nagi's death. He then immediately challenges them all to a street battle, effortlessly destroying all of them. EVER, Kotaro, and Arata all decide to give up on surpassing the legend. An is still in shock.

Ken brings them all back to WEEKEND GARAGE and explains RADder's past, as well as the origin of RAD WEEKEND.

RADder had been performing together ever since they were kids. Though they'd found success with a record label, conventional fame wasn't for them, so they quit and formed their own label. Touring was difficult, so after An's birth, they decided to focus on recording so Ken could help her grow up.

When An was around ten years old, Nagi was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and given five more months to live. After watching An's passion for singing, she decided to end her life by putting on one final show- RAD WEEKEND. Nagi's hope is that the event will light the fire of the next generation to carry her dream forward.

A few weeks before the event, Nagi called the whole town to a meeting. There, she revealed her diagnosis and asks a few favors: that they all come to the event, that they pretend she's still alive even when she's gone, and that they never tell An the truth.

RAD WEEKEND was a huge success. Nagi was thankful for everything singing had given her. Taiga decided to continue singing abroad, and Ken decided to start WEEKEND GARAGE and help the street's youth grow.

Shortly before she passed away, Nagi explained why she didn't want An to know about her death. She knows An will be one of the people who will carry her dream forward and surpass that night. If An learns, then she'll associate singing with loss and lose this dream forever. It's sad not being able to say goodbye, but Nagi knows it's for the best. She died a week later.

Though An is still distraught over Nagi's death, she resolves to keep fighting to surpass that legendary night. The rest of Vivid BAD SQUAD is right behind her.

Fan translation (lozy bug) / Song (Gekokujo) 2DMV

Much of this event takes place in the form of flashbacks. To more clearly distinguish what is past and present, flashback content will be italicized.

This story deals heavily with themes of hospitalization, sickness, and death. Please read with caution!

Chapter 1: Rin and Len serve Vivid BAD SQUAD food while MEIKO's out. They show the two the recording of their most recent event as a reward. Akito praises Kohane's performance, and while An doubts her ability still, she's determined to reach her goal. Toya notes that the whole town seems to be cheering them on now.

Taiga's leaving for a US tour soon, so he had asked Vivid BAD SQUAD and their allies to meet him that evening for something important. Rin realizes that An left her handkerchief and goes to return it.

At the meeting, Taiga praises them all for putting on such a spectacular event. He's impressed by all of their growth. However, he's certain of one thing: they will never surpass RAD WEEKEND.

Chapter 2: Taiga reveals that the reason RAD WEEKEND was so big was because it was also Nagi's farewell. She died shortly after the event. The rest of the town lied about it to protect An, at Nagi's request. Though An denies it at first, she slowly realizes that Nagi truly is gone.

Taiga immediately challenges them all to a street battle.

Chapter 3: A crowd begins to form. Despite Taiga's power, Akito urges everyone to face this battle head-on. Taiga picks EVER to go first. Though EVER does well, Taiga destroys them. He chooses Kotaro next. However, the pressure gets to him and he fails. Arata chooses to go next. Even though he knows the truth now, he's still going to carry Souma's dream. Arata sings even better than he ever has, but Taiga still easily defeats him. Taiga questions if he's just trying to cling on to what he has left of Souma.

Vivid BAD SQUAD is last. An freezes, still processing Nagi's death, while Kohane, Akito, and Toya face Taiga. They're struggling, however. An musters up the determination to sing and goes with everything she has, motivating her friends to do better, too. An can't stop thinking about Nagi and falters. Taiga taunts her about it, so An sings back with everything Nagi gave her. Vivid BAD SQUAD ends up finishing their song successfully.

Taiga recognizes Vivid BAD SQUAD's skill, the "next generation" Nagi always talked about. Still, he shuts them down with a performance of a song from RAD WEEKEND. Seeing their defeat, the town leaves, certain nobody will ever surpass it.

Chapter 4: Taiga arrives at WEEKEND GARAGE shortly after the battle. He tells Ken that An knows the truth now.

Arata leaves the group, defeated. He's given up on this dream after not being able to face Taiga. EVER follows, certain they won't beat him. Kotaro beats himself up over not being able to perform under pressure and runs away.

Ken finds the Vivid BAD SQUAD in the alley. An starts yelling at him for lying about Nagi's death. Ken takes them all back to WEEKEND GARAGE to explain everything.

Ken and Taiga met in middle school. Taiga hated his lack of passion in anything, so he showed him street singing. Ken, moved by the performance, began singing too. Nagi joined the group shortly after. They eventually officially formed a team. After a successful debut at Crawl Green, they signed with a record label and started a career as professional musicians.

Chapter 5: They quit the record label due to creative differences. What mattered most to RADder was the music, not fame. They decide to start their own record label, despite the challenge. Touring was difficult, but rewarding.

After An was born, Nagi instantly fell in love with her. The group decided to pause touring and focus on recording so Ken could spend more time with An.

A decade later, things are going strong. They have a tour planned for the US. However, Nagi's health is failing. She reveals she's been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and only has 5 months to live. There's no cure.

Everyone is distraught over the news. Nagi wants the others to determine the future of RADder. Taiga doesn't want to lose his sister.

Chapter 6: Nagi doesn't know how to process her own death. Still, An wants to practice singing with her, so she puts on an act to not worry her. Watching An grow reminds her of how much the town means to her. An mentions wanting to perform with Nagi one day, and while she knows it will never happen, a part of her wants it to be true.

Nagi tells Taiga and Ken that she wants to end her life by putting on one final event. She wants to inspire all the kids in Vivid Street to continue singing, to carry their dream to the next generation. Ken's on board, but Taiga doesn't want to give their dream away. He wants to sing with Nagi's dream instead.

Ken asks when Nagi's going to tell An about her diagnosis. She reveals that she probably won't.

Ken gathered up all their old rivals and friends, and Nagi convinced the owner of COL to host the event. Despite her poor health, Nagi is putting everything she has into the event.

Though she tries to hide it, Nagi gets nauseous at the end of practice. Her condition is worsening quickly. She's not sure she'll make it long after the event. She wants to watch An grow up and keep singing with her. She doesn't want to die.

Chapter 7: Nagi reveals her diagnosis to the rest of the town, spare the kids. She reveals RAD WEEKEND as her final event, and wants everybody to come. She also asks the town to pretend she isn't dead when she does leave. The owner of Crawl Green decides the story is Nagi went abroad to learn about singing in different cultures and languages, so it's like she never stopped chasing her dream. Finally, Nagi asks that the town never reveals her death to An.

The night of RAD WEEKEND arrives. Nagi thanks them all for doing this. Nagi sings with everything she has left. The energy in the venue is like nothing they'd ever seen.

After the event, Taiga reveals his decision to keep singing, for himself. Ken decides to stay on Vivid Street and foster the next generation. Nagi will cheer them on from the grave.

Nagi is now unable to leave bed. Ken and Taiga go visit her. They end up talking about An and her excitement to follow in Nagi's footsteps. Though Nagi's sad she won't be able to say goodbye to An, she knows it's for the best. She's certain An will be one of the ones to surpass her. Nagi doesn't want An to associate singing with her death, and then never sing again. Only when she's strong enough should she know.

Nagi passed less than a week later.

Chapter 8: An starts crying. She wanted to thank her for everything, and for her to meet Kohane and Akito and Toya, and see her surpass RAD WEEKEND, and perform on stage together.

Ken is confident that they will surpass RAD WEEKEND and carry Nagi's dream beyond where even she could. Knowing the faith Nagi placed in her, An resolves to keep working towards that legendary night. Toya's done running, and Akito's determined despite the challenge. Kohane wishes she could have meet the Nagi An loves so much, and will continue to follow them all.

Meanwhile in SEKAI, Rin keeps crying. She'd ended up hearing everything and told the rest of the Virtual Singers. They resolve to continue helping the kids however they can.

Ken listens to the kids decide their next move. He hopes Nagi sees how incredible they all are, and decides to help them out however he can.

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I've Got A Crush (On You)

Beat Me, Daddy, Eight To The Bar: Part Two

Everett Blakely x Valencia DiRosano (OC)

There are days at Thorpe Abbotts that some would call low maintenance. Those are the days where Benny DeMarco is just a boy with his dog, John Egan gets to play baseball, and Everett Blakely is just a guy who gets to romance a pretty girl the best way he can given the circumstances.

Part One Follow along with the Eight To The Bar Playlist

Warnings: Making out with Blakely should be a warning in itself, so, that and some heavy petting. Proceed as you see fit.

Some days, life on base moved quickly. There was the hustle of early mornings, brewing enough coffee to indeed fuel an army, and make sure that each man was sent off with a wink and a smile before a mission. The sounds of engines roaring from the hardstand, the ground crew shouting at each other as each plane taxied and ultimately, took off into the clouds. Those were the days that seemed to never end; waiting for the return with bated breath, counting the planes as they approached the air field, looking for red or green flares to indicate if a fort was carrying wounded onboard. 

Then there were the days that seemed to stretch into nothingness. Breakfast in the Mess Hall was a relaxed affair. The boys would sit around and sip their coffee leisurely, the Red Cross girls all crowded at a table near the back, gossiping about this and that, until one of the boys would walk by and silence them with a wink and a smile. They would spend those days helping out the nurses in the hospital, refilling and restocking what they’d need when a mission day would roll around. They would prepare what they could on the Clubmobile truck, or indulge themselves in some reading, or a walk into town if the weather was favorable. Some of the girls who were handy with a needle and thread would offer to patch up the stray jacket, or sew a patch to someone's sleeve if they needed. None of the Flyboy’s were going to do that themselves if they could help it. On days like those, Val would often be in Chick Harding’s office, to type out the odd letter or mission debrief that wasn’t too gory. 

“You can’t see that one,” He’d said one day. “It’s too much.”

“I grew up with Curt Biddick. Nothing is too much.”

From that point on, they’d come to respect each other in some weird way. Val suspected it had to do with the fact that he typed slower than her grandmother back in New York and she couldn’t type at all. 

Today was one of those days. The base was a bit relaxed; Ken Lemmons and his crew were working tirelessly to patch up the forts that had come back from the last raid. Some of the pilots were hanging around the hardstand, watching to make sure their planes were in good shape, asking questions or simply keeping the ground crew company. Benny DeMarco was playing fetch with Meatball in the field, taking advantage of the rare sunshine. Tattie had coerced Bucky into driving her down to the hardstand with coffee and donuts for the boys working, and Helen was helping stock the hospital. Val had been summoned to Harding’s office after breakfast, and as lunchtime rolled around, she was putting the finishing touches on the report of a mission that had been green flares on the return. 

Pushing back from the typewriter, she stretched her arms out, before standing, pulling the paper from behind the ribbon, and stacking it on top of the others she had already completed. Chick was sitting at his desk, puffing away at his cigar, reading the paper when she approached.

“Val, you should have been a correspondence gal instead of joining the Red Cross.” He grinned, hand outstretched to accept her offering of the reports. 

“And miss out on making coffee and donuts for you fellas?” She rolled her eyes with a sarcastic grin, folding her hands under her bust. “Is that all you got for me today?”

“Yea, go on. Looks like Biddick is lingering outside, kids probably waiting for you.” He craned his head back to peer out the window, spotting Curt sitting on the stairs of the control tower, smoking a cigarette. 

“Pain in my ass.” She shook her head with a sigh, and offered a wave as she turned to leave the office. 

“You always call him that.” Chick called after her. 

“Because he is!” She called back from down the hall, not missing the slight scowl from some of the secretaries. Apparently having the affections of both Curt and Ev Blakely had put her out of their favor, in some strange way. They didn’t mind when she brought them the leftover donuts from the truck though; then she was in their favor it seemed. 

Pushing the door open, she immediately spotted Curt, still on the stairs of the control tower. Walking across the path towards him, she stood, blocking the sun from his face with her hands on her hips. Just as she looked down at him, he looked up, a cheeky smile on his face, his crush cap sitting at a jaunty angle on his head. 

“Heya!”

“Hi Curt…”

“Why do you sound so put off, eh? I just wanted to say hi to my best friend!”

“You want something.”

“I can’t just say hi?”

“Sure you can” She began walking towards the direction of the Red Cross hut, and Curt quickly jumped to his feet to follow her. “But it’s usually accompanied by a favor, so spit it out.”

“Val…” He groaned.

“Curtis Biddick. Spit it out.”

He heaved a giant sigh, before launching into the favor she knew he needed from her. 

“You uh, remember the other night at the pub?”

“When you clocked that RAF clown? Sure, I do.”

“I ripped my shirt.” He ducked his head down, looking anywhere but at Val. 

“Fuck sake, Curt…” 

“Could you please, please, be a doll and patch it up for me?”

“Your mother would give you a clip on the ear if she heard that.”

“I said please!”

“No, that you tore your shirt fighting.”

“Oh…” He whispered, and she could see him fighting the urge to get melancholy for home.

“Bring it by the hut after dinner and I’ll see what I can do.” She had finally conceded. 

“You’re the greatest, ya know that?”

“So you like to remind me,” She stopped outside the hut, turning to face him. “Not that I’m not enjoying this conversation, Curt, but this is where I leave you.”

“Yeah alright, bye doll face!” He tipped his hat and gave her an exaggerated half bow, before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the Red Cross hut. 

Just as she was about to push the door open to the hut, a jeep came rounding the corner, the gravel crunching under its tires. She was quite surprised to see Helen in the passenger seat, Harry Crosby behind the wheel and Bubbles in the back.  

“Well, look at this trio!” She grinned as Harry stopped the jeep in front of her. 

“Val, get in!” Helen grinned, waving her hand wildly. “We’re headed down to the hardstand!”

“What’s going on down there?” She conceded to Helen’s request, climbing into the jeep and settling next to Bubbles, who tossed an arm over her shoulder almost instantly.

“Uh, Bubbles?”

“Croz has a lead foot. Trust me.”

Nodding, Val leaned forward just a bit so that she could speak to Helen.

“So why are we going to the hardstand?”

“Well, DeMarco was playing fetch with Meatball, but when Bucky showed up, it turned into a small ball game with some of the boys.” Val didn’t miss the wink that Helen threw her way, indicating that a certain Captain Blakely was likely to be down there with the other men, and that Val might like to witness the sight for herself. 

“We all know how Egan is when it comes to baseball…” Val rolled her eyes, one hand gripping the seat as Croz took a particularly sharp turn. Bubbles tightened his grip on her shoulder, and she didn't miss the knowing look he gave her as if to say I told you so. In a bid to distract herself from Croz’s formidable driving, she continued the conversation. 

“You two plan on joining the game?” Val turned to look at Bubbles. 

“Oh no, but it’s good fun to see the Major pretend he’s Mickey Mantle.” Bubbles snickered, loosening his grip on her shoulder as Croz turned onto the road that led to the hardstand, the jeep coming to a stop.  

It was no surprise that John Egan had organized a semi professional- his words- shirts versus skins ball game that had Gale Cleven shaking his head from where he was perched on his own jeep. The Major looked like an extra from Test Pilot, but that wasn’t immediately what pulled Val’s attention away from the trio she was with. It was Everett Blakely standing in the makeshift outfield, uniform shirt unbuttoned, green army issue tank tucked into his trousers. His hair, normally styled to perfection, had come free of the gel, and was curling over his forehead. His hazel eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses and he was laughing at something Hambone had said. When the bombardier caught sight of her, his sharp elbow had lodged itself in Everett’s ribs, the pilot scowling at his friend before following the other man's gaze. His grin widened as soon as he spotted Val.

The brunette perched on the hood of a jeep in her Red Cross jumpsuit, legs tucked underneath her criss cross applesauce, her red lips stretched into a smile as she laughed at something Helen had said. He watched as Tattie bounded over towards the other two girls, the trio now squeezing to make room so they could all watch comfortably from the hood of the jeep. Croz and Bubbles remained with them. They kept offering up commentary that he couldn't hear but wished desperately that he could, because they kept making Val laugh, and Everett Blakely wanted to be the one to do that. Especially on a day like today, with the sun shining across the airfield, the forts sitting pretty on the hardstand like statues, everyone was relaxed for a moment, and there was a pretty girl that he wanted to give all of his time to. He was so lost in the daydream that he barely heard Brady yelling for him to look out, almost missed the baseball flying at his head, and was almost out for the count had Hambone not pushed him out of the way to grab it before it hit the ground. 

“Christ, Blakely!”

“Sorry!” He hollered, looking between Ham and Brady with apologetic eyes. 

“Stop making eyes at Val,” Hambone mumbled under his breath so only Ev could hear him. “You get knocked in the head, you’re going to see Smokey, not to the Red Cross hut, dummy.”

Everett winced then, realizing that the last place he wanted to land was the hospital under the watchful eye of Doc Stover and the nurses, because he had been careless. That would get him nowhere with Val except farther away than where he wanted to be. Chancing a glance in her direction, he found her gaze focused on him, the sly smile on her lips telling him she had caught him staring, and watched him almost take a baseball to his head. With a slight shake of her head, she gestured for him to focus back on what he was doing as Ken Lemmons made a valiant attempt at scoring a run. In the end, the ground crew chief had been unsuccessful in his at bat, and Bucky had shouted for the end of the inning. 

“SEVENTH INNING STRETCH!” He called across the field, gathering those in the outfield to join the rest of the men around the cluster of jeeps. 

“Christ Bucky, I’m standing right here.” Tattie scowled up at him, his shouting having been from his spot directly beside her. 

“Sorry Tat…”

“Yea, yea, always sorry.” She shoved him playfully. 

Val hadn’t noticed Everett come up behind her on the left, until he was leaning beside her, lighting a cigarette. 

“Better be careful out there.” She turned to him with a wink. 

“Can’t help it,” He blew a puff of smoke out in front of him. “Saw something pretty.”

“Flirt.”

“And proud of it, sweetheart.”

“Better not be flirting with anyone else, Captain.”

“Just you, sweet cheeks.”

Val wrinkled her nose at the nickname, plucking his cigarette from between his lips to take a drag, before handing it back to him. 

“Okay, doesn’t like sweet cheeks.”

“Sounds funny.” She shrugged. 

“Aright, sweetheart, won’t use it again.”

“That’s better.”

“Yea? You’re my sweetheart then?” He grinned, leaning forward so his elbows were placed either side of her now outstretched legs. 

“Thought I already was…” 

“In that case, save me a dance tonight?”

“Just one?” She grinned, leaning forward to bait him.

“As many as you want, beautiful.” He leaned forward, lips brushing her cheek, mustache tickling her skin, causing her to giggle. He was in deep. He knew it, she knew it, and their friends knew it. Thank god he knew how to swim. 

Val knew that Curt wasn’t going to listen when she told him to drop his ripped shirt off after dinner, because when she had gotten back to the Red  Cross hut with Helen and Tattie, she saw him sneaking out with one of the nurses on his heels. That explains why she hadn’t seen him down at the makeshift ballgame earlier. 

“Oh Christ, was he with her the whole afternoon?” Tattie grumbled. 

“Looks like it,” Helen sighed. “Now our hut is going to smell like Curt Biddick and whatever cheap perfume she wears.”

“Val, can’t you scare her a little?”

“You know the answer to that, Tat. But I’ll try and get through to Curt.”

“At least tell Biddick to do it somewhere else. We’re not running a brothel.”

“What was he even doing in there?”

“Ripped his shirt the other night and asked me to patch it up. I told him to drop it off after dinner, not while I wasn’t there.”

“You should make him wait,” Tattie turned from where she was currently propping the door open with a spare chair to air out the hut. “It stinks in here.”

“I would, but who wants to hear Harding hemming and hawing about it.”

Tattie conceded at that, and left to go sit outside to smoke, while Val got settled on her bed with a small sewing kit, and Curt’s shirt. 

After dinner had concluded, the men and women all retreated to their respective huts to get ready for a night in the Officers Club. The boys would change into their Class A uniforms, shedding their bomber jackets and outdoor attire. The woolen jackets that hung above their beds would be pressed until each seam was meticulous, and their accolades would be pinned to their collars on full display. Curt’s shirt had magically reappeared by his bunk after dinner, and he had no doubt that Val was responsible. 

The Red Cross girls would happily divest of their jumpsuits, and step into lingerie, pantyhose and a clean uniform skirt and white blouse. Their jackets proudly displayed the Red Cross logo on the shoulders, and their hair that may have been haphazardly pinned or up in a scarf to get through the day, would be reset and pinned almost as best as a salon back home could do it. Each girl armed with their Victory Red lipstick and a pack of smokes, they would step into their heels, link arms, and make their way to the Officers Club to join the men. 

The band was playing something upbeat, and Val knew it was only a matter of time before Bucky would be singing his heart out with them, to almost everyone’s dismay. He was currently nursing a whiskey off by the bar with Buck and Curt, and she just barely caught him regaling the pair of the events of today’s game, even though everyone knew that Gale Cleven didn’t like sports and Curt was giving the nurse from earlier a look from across the room. When her gaze met his, she didn’t miss the wince that overcame his face as he watched her entire demeanor change. 

“Let me get you a drink!” Were his first words, turning to face the bar and missing Val’s hand coming up to grab on his ear. “Oww! Valencia!”

“In my hut! Have you lost your mind!” 

“I went to drop off my shirt and she, well…”

“My hut is not a brothel. Tattie’s pissed, Curt, so you’d better apologize.”

“I’m sorry!”

“To her, not me, though I will accept it.”

“Can you let go of my ear now? Jesus, what, did my Ma teach you that?”

“Get Tattie a drink and go over and apologize.” She relinquished his ear with one final tug, smoothing her own jacket before turning to Gale and John and offering them both a wide smile.

“Don’t know how you do it, Val, but you’re the only one he listens to.” Croz offered up from behind her. 

“Just a little tough love is all, Croz.”

“Well, it looks like he’s trying to smooth it over with Tattie.” Bubbles pipped up. Where one was, the other was not far behind. 

“She’s going to make him work for it,” Val laughed, turning back to the bar to order a drink. “And he should work for it. Brought that filthy nurse into our hut.”

“I’ll talk to Smokey,” Bucky offered. “She’s, uh, been a bit of a problem with some of the other men, and honestly, I don’t need anyone else getting sick.”

“Sick… oh my god! Did she… you weren’t kidding about Dye were you!”

Before Bucky could answer or Val could run off and find Helen and Tattie with the gossip, she felt a gentle hand at her elbow. She turned to find Everett standing in front of her, sharp as a tack in his uniform and holding a drink for her. 

“My hero!” Val cheered, accepting the drink from him with a smile, leaning up on her toes to drop a  kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Everett.”

“Saw you putting in some hard work with Curt, and thought you might be thirsty.”

“Oh Christ, I’m sorry you saw that.”

“The ear thing? Absolutely terrifying. My mother used to do that when I was a kid if I didn’t listen.”

“Sounds like your mother and I would get along.”

“I’m counting on it.” 

“Well aren’t you smooth.” Val winked, lifting the glass to her lips, taking a sip, not missing the way he watched her. 

With a quirk of his lips, Everett let his hand rest gently on Val’s back as he led her to a table that he had secured earlier with Douglass. He didn’t need to ask if she wanted to go sit with him, there was an understanding that seemed to just happen when the pair were together. Besides, he knew she’d want to nurse that first drink before he got her out on the dance floor- hopefully before John Egan decided to serenade them all. 

Approaching the table, Val found that Douglass was sitting between Helen and Tattie, and he looked absolutely engrossed in every word that passed between them. 

“You girls pick up a fourth while I was gone?” Val teased, sliding into the chair that Everett pulled out for her. He immediately took up the spot to her right, now sandwiched between her and Tattie, while Helen was to her left. 

“Don’t let him fool you, he’s good at the gossip.” Helen laughed, lighting a cigarette. 

“Oh! That reminds me!”

“Did you handle the nurse?” Tattie raised an eyebrow at her, causing both Everett and Douglass to turn to her with worried eyes. “Curt apologized by the way.”

“I saw, good.”

“Handle?” Douglass asked her. 

“I handled Curt.”

“What nurse? What exactly did Curt do?” Everett looked at her concerned, and she simply let her hand fall to his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. 

“I caught him sneaking out of the Red Cross hut with you know who today…” she started. 

“That one gets around.” Douglass sighed, shaking his head. 

“My god, Doug, you are a gossip queen!” Helen grinned. “What else do you know?”

“Let Val finish her story, then we can peel back the many complicated layers of James Douglass!” Tattie cackled. 

“Well, when I mentioned it to Bucky, he said he would have a word with Smokey about her, because he doesn’t need any other guys getting sick.”

“What kind of sick could she-“

Both Everett and James turned to each other, looks of sheer disgust crossing their faces as they realized what Val had just said. They too had heard the rumor about Dye, but no one could really figure out how it had started,  if it was true, or who gave it to him. 

“It was true about Dye,” Val spoke a bit lower. “She gave him the clap…”

“Oh she’s vile!” Helen exclaimed. 

“She certainly is,” Val agreed, before turning to the boys. “Now you two, if you’re going to sit with us and listen in, it’s a secret. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Douglass mock saluted, cigarette between two fingers. 

“Ev?”

“Not a word, sweetheart, I got it.”

“Good,” she grinned, draining her drink just as the band moved into something softer. “Now, I think it’s time for a dance.”

“What the lady wants, she gets.” Everett grinned, taking one last sip of his own drink before taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. 

“You think he’s alright over there?” Val quirked an eyebrow over towards where Douglass still sat between Helen and Tattie. 

“Don’t worry about him, he’s in heaven.” Everett chuckled, spinning her once before gently pulling her close, wrapping one arm around her back, the other holding hers. 

“They’ll eat him alive.” She chuckled lowly, her cheek pressed against his as he swayed them slowly. 

“Don’t wanna talk about Dougie while I’m dancing with you.” He gave her hip a gentle pinch causing her to scoot just a fraction closer to him. 

The arm she had wrapped around him settled firmly in place, her fingers dancing through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Hmm, then what do you want to talk about?”

“How cute you looked sitting on that jeep today.”

“I was in my jumpsuit, that’s hardly cute honey.”

“I think it’s adorable.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Absolutely,” He pressed his nose against her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and perfume. “Everything about you is adorable.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever described me as adorable before,” she sighed. “Usually it’s difficult, loud, or my personal favorite, unladylike.”

“Not a shot,” Ev pulled back to look at her, his hazel eyes finding her green. “Anyone who said that didn’t know what a good thing they had.”

“You really are something, Everett Blakely.” Val sighed, moving back into him to let her head rest against his shoulder. 

“I hope that’s a good thing…”

Before Val could respond, the band picked up again, Blue Skies filling the room followed by a collective groan by everybody present. Everett and Val broke apart, now standing side by side as they waited for the inevitable. 

“ITS MY SONG, BUCK!” 

Looking towards the band, they both clocked Bucky dancing his way behind the microphone, his arms flailing wildly as he danced along with the music before he broke into song. 

“Has Buck never told him just how bad he sounds?” Val looked up at Everett from under his arm, her eyebrows almost meeting her hairline. 

“We’ve all told him,” He shook his head. “He doesn’t seem to care that he sounds like a donkey.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Come on, let’s get a drink.”

Everett let his arm that was around her shoulder guide her back towards the bar, where Helen and Tattie were currently with Douglass and Benny DeMarco, Meatball at their feet. The poor dog wasn’t sure who he wanted to give his attention to at the moment, so he seemed to be moving between them. 

“Cute date, Benny!” Val grinned, bending down to scratch behind Meatball's ears. 

“I thought so too,” Demarco grinned. “He loves you girls.”

“Aww well we love him too.” Helen grinned, joining Val in giving the husky some attention. 

“Tat?” Benny looked over at her. “Do you not love him?”

“Of course I love him,” She shook her head. “I just don’t love when his fur is all over the clubmobile.”

“She’s got a point, Benny. Last week my donut had fur all over it.” John Brady had joined their group, the Upstate New Yorker’s usual stoic demeanor seemed softer in the lighting of the Officers Club. Val suspected he had gotten a letter from his sweetheart back home. 

Standing from where she was still crouched with the dog, she smoothed her skirt, accepting the martini glass from Everett with a grateful smile, his arm moving to wrap around her waist. He ducked down, lips pressed against her ear and spoke so only she could hear him. 

“Want to take these drinks to go?”

“Go where?” She looked up at him. 

“You trust me?” 

She answered without hesitation. 

“Yes.”

The pair made a quiet exit from the club; not saying goodbye to their friends, Everett led her out into the balmy summer air. He quickly lit two cigarettes, passing one to her as they walked, trying not to spill their drinks as they crossed the cobblestones and rocks that filled the paths between huts. 

“Everett where are we going?”

“Well, that jeep right there for starters,” he grinned, tugging her along to the jeep that sat parked outside the officers hut. John Egan’s jeep. 

“Is that Bucky’s?”

“Yea…”

“Does he know you’re borrowing it?”

“If I have to listen to him sing, this is the least he could do.” 

He guided her to the passenger side, and once she was settled in the seat, he handed her his whiskey, before making his way around and into the driver's seat. 

“Hang onto that for a minute, okay?” His words muffled as he spoke around the cigarette currently wedged between his lips. 

“Alright… but you still haven’t told me where we’re taking the stolen jeep.”

“Borrowed, not stolen,” He winked. “And can’t I surprise you?”

“Sure, sure,” She grinned. “But I’m not sure what’s out here that I haven’t seen already.”

“I’m sure I can change that.” He teased, turning the key in the ignition and shifting into gear. 

He drove them away from the Officers Club and the huts, down past the control tower and offices until finally he turned onto the road that led to the hardstands. Though he was a much better driver than Croz had been, Val still struggled to keep both drinks from spilling as he caught the occasional stray rock under the tires. 

When the jeep finally slowed, coming to a stop, Val looked up and immediately gasped at the fort that they had parked in front of. She knew they were big, but to see one so close, and with only the headlights of the jeep shining on it, made the B-17 parked in front of her look both eerie and incredible. The words Just-A-Snappin were painted on the nose, and Val couldn’t help the surprised look on her face as she turned to Everett. 

“This is yours!”

“Yea, this is my other girl.” He grinned, turning the engine off and pocketing the keys. “Thought you might like to see her.”

Val couldn’t help the shudder that ran through her when he called her his girl. That, coupled with the image of him in the pilot's seat, controlling something so incredibly powerful, made her press her knees together without even realizing she had done so. 

“Wow… she’s stunning. I mean it, Ev!”

“She’s good to us,” He reached towards her and took the whiskey glass from her hand. “Gotten us there and back safe so far.”

“Well, she sounds pretty amazing,” Val turned in her seat to face him, tucking her legs up underneath her. 

“Wanna go up?” He grinned. 

“Now!?”

“No time like the present. Let me see if Ken left the stairs out.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, had he hopped out of the jeep, the tail end of his cigarette between two fingers, whiskey glass barely secure in the other three. She watched as he strutted over to the plane, checking for the stairs, before ducking back under the wing and shouting over to her. 

“I’ll have to give you a boost, honey.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No stairs, so we're going to have to go up through the hatch.”

“Uh, Ev?” She was kneeling on the front seat of the jeep, one hand on the windshield to steady herself, the other clutching her half finished cocktail. 

“Yea?”

“Where exactly is the hatch?” 

He laughed outright, but made his way back over to her. Extending a hand once close enough, he helped her step out of the jeep, and walked her over to the plane. They ducked under the wing, and finally came to a stop off to the side, a small door on the belly of the plane with the words Jerry, if you can read this, start prayin painted on the side. 

He reached up and pulled the small hatch open, and Val just stood there staring at him. 

“Wait so, if you give me a boost how the hell are you getting in?”

“Don’t worry about me,” He drained his glass, gesturing for her to do the same. “I’ll get up same as I always do.”

Val nodded, and handed over her now empty martini glass, waiting as Everett placed it on the ground next to his own empty glass. They’d have to remember to grab them on the way out, lest Kenny and the ground crew find them in the morning. 

“Okay,” Ev dusted his hands off on his slacks, coming to stand behind her. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be…”

“On three then, I’m going to just, pick you up.”

Turning over her shoulder to catch his gaze, she gave a wink before speaking. 

“Don’t let me fall.”

“I won’t,” His hands came to rest gently on his waist. “Precious cargo.”

Adjusting his grip, he counted just in her ear, his warm breath fanning against her skin. When he got to three, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, and into the small hatch of the plane above her. Using her arms to help lessen her weight against him, she hauled herself up as best as she could given her skirt, until she was seated on the floor of the plane. The darkness that surrounded her was eerie, and she was about to say as much before Ev’s hand appeared in the hatch with a small flashlight. 

“Here, hold this a minute while I get in.”

Val positioned the light on the opening for him, and watched in absolute awe as he gripped the top of the hatch and pulled himself up, swinging his legs into the plane in one fell swoop. The sheer strength that it must take for him to do that had fireflies dancing in her stomach at what he must be hiding under that neatly pressed uniform. 

Once on his feet, he took the flashlight in one hand, and one of hers in the other, before guiding her along to what she could only assume was the cockpit. 

“Down here’s the nose. Dougie and Bubbles camp out here when we’re up.” He pointed to a small desk, and what she recognized as a Norden Bombsight. She had seen it in reports in Chick’s office but never up close. 

“I’ve seen those in the reports in Chicky’s office, but never up close.” Val whispered, running her fingers gently over the equipment. 

“Wait… you call him Chicky?!”

“It’s a joke, really.” She turned to him. “I dared Tattie to do it in exchange for a pack of smokes and she’s never one to turn down a dare.”

“That’s actually the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Do not call him that to his face. Only the girls get to do it.”

“Oh I won’t. But I might have to dare Dougie one of these days.”

She swatted his shoulder, a gentle slap, but he caught her hand before she could pull it back. He turned and looked up, before gesturing with one arm to the small step up towards the cockpit. 

“Careful, it’s one step but it’s big.”

Nodding, Val held onto his one hand, before using the other to balance as she stepped up and into the cockpit of the fort. This, she could already tell, was Everett’s favorite part of the plane. 

“Left or right?” She called down to him. 

“The right,” He appeared behind her, and as she shuffled into the seat on the right, he settled himself in the left seat. “Prettiest co-pilot I’ve ever had.”

“Oh is that what I am? Your co-pilot?”

“Well, you’re in the co-pilot's seat,” He grinned, reaching over and taking her hand. “Unless you’d rather be the pilot. Lots of responsibility when you’re the pilot.”

Val let her eyes sweep over all of the buttons and controls, shifts and knobs, dials and numbers. She couldn’t make sense of a single one of them, except for the yoke in front of where Everett sat. That much she knew was for steering the plane. 

“How do you remember all of this?”

“A lot of practice. And a good co-pilot.”

“You and Via have been flying together all this time?”

“Yea. Dougie’s always been in the nose, and Bubbles and his lucky snow globe are always on the maps.”

“Sounds like a pretty reliable crew.”

“I’ve got room for one more, if you’re interested?”

“Oh really?”

“Yea…”

“What’s the job description? I’m already awfully busy pouring coffee for all the Flyboy’s and making sure everyone gets a donut. Meatball fur free, of course.”

Everett laughed softly and gave her arm a gentle tug, pulling her over into his lap in the pilot's seat. Her legs were stretched out to the side, feet just barely touching where she had been sitting. His arms came to rest around her waist, while one of hers wrapped around his neck. The other had a handful of the lapel of his jacket. 

“Hey there.” She grinned.

“You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her nose. “Have I told you that yet tonight?”

“Maybe, but I’m not opposed to hearing it again if you really think so.”

“Gorgeous.” A kiss to her nose. “Beautiful.” A kiss to her left cheek. “Lovely.” A kiss to her right cheek. 

“Ev…” His name left her on a breath, evaporating into the air around them. 

His hands slid up from her waist, the touch soft, gentle, the opposite of how she’d imagined he might pilot the plane they were sitting in, until they were cradling her face. 

“Mine?” He pressed their noses together, left hand sliding down to cup her neck.  

“Yours.” 

That was all he needed to connect their lips, the sparks that had been dancing around them for weeks finally igniting. She tasted like gin and lemon juice; he of cigarettes and whiskey and neither could get enough of the other. The moonlight spilling through the windows of the cockpit offered just enough visibility that they could see each other, but the cover of darkness allowed for them to touch. To feel. As Val pulled away with a gasp for air, Everett chased her lips, pulling her back against him until he could feel every inch of her pressed against his body, her arms wound around his neck as she opened her mouth to him, allowing him that first step, that touch of his tongue against hers, as he continued to kiss the air from her lungs. 

Her hands desperately fumbled with the buttons on his jacket until they had come open and she could shove it from his shoulders. Releasing his hold on her, he quickly leaned forward so he could pull his jacket the rest of the way off, carelessly tossing it onto the now vacant co-pilot’s seat. His nimble fingers returned the favor, slipping the button on Val’s blue jacket open before divesting her of it and allowing it to accompany his own. 

She surged forward, pressing her chest against his, lips moving feverishly against his own, her hands dragging down his arms. She could feel the muscles under the fabric of his shirt, forearms and biceps flexing as his own hands moved over her and found purchase on various parts of her body. 

“Fuck… Could kiss you all night.”

Dragging his mouth from hers with what felt like Herculean effort, he kissed his way across her cheek, down the sharp slope of her jaw to the juncture behind her ear. His mustache trailing behind each nip and gentle suck of her skin, her perfume lingering in their wake as he stirred parts of her that no one ever had before. A soft moan escaped her throat, her head tipped back exposing more of her neck for him to feast on. 

“Ev… Everett…”

“Hmm, what baby, what is it?” His voice was muffled, lips moving back towards her own while his hands slid gently up her ribcage, fingers brushing the underside of her covered breasts. He pulled away to find her eyes, her gaze hazy as she focused on him in the dark, breaths coming in sharp inhales and heavy exhales. 

He let his thumbs move back and forth from where they were, his fingers flexing as he tried to control every urge inside him that said it would be alright if he made love to her right here. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that, not to her, who deserved something more than a romp in the dark of his plane for their first time together. He’d give her whatever she asked for, while doing his best to remain a gentleman. At least, that was what he told himself. Until she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and softly guided his hand up, north of her ribs until his right hand was cupping her breast. Until she urged him on, silently begging him to continue touching her as best as they could in the cramped space. 

“Don’t stop…” She whispered, threading her fingers into his hair and pulling him back to her mouth. 

“Never.” He murmured against her, the hand that held her so reverently giving a gentle squeeze. “Not until you tell me to.” 

Val’s hands slid from Everett’s hair; her nails raking against his scalp until they came down around his neck. Without thinking she was tugging at his tie and opening the buttons at the collar. The rational part of her brain was no longer thinking. Everything around her was Everett. His hands on her body, fingers tugging her shirt free from the waistband of her skirt so that he could touch her skin against skin. Just as his hands slid up her back, fingers brushing the band of her brassier, her lips found his neck, teeth scraping against his pulse. 

“Val…” His head hit the back of the seat as she moved lower, her lips dragging across his exposed collar bones, leaving open mouth kisses up the column of his neck. “Christ, honey…” 

Just as he popped open the first button on her blouse, a voice rang out from the open hatch, causing Val to wince and Everett to curse under his breath. 

“Hello? Anyone up here?”

“Oh shit, is that Lemmons?” Her eyebrows flew straight to her hairline at the thought, and when Everett nodded in confirmation, she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. His hand came down over her mouth to muffle the sound, as he called back down to the ground crew chief. 

“Uhh yea, Ken, it’s just me!” 

“Captain Blakely? That your jeep out there?”

“Yea. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Val’s head dropped to Everett’s shoulder, her breathing uneven as she tried to suppress the giggles that hadn’t quite subsided yet. Getting caught up in the cockpit of a fort hadn’t been on her agenda for the evening, but neither had Everett’s surprise adventure. She knew it was only a matter of time before they kissed, and hell, she had been counting on it for some time now. What she hadn’t counted on was that once they started they wouldn’t be able to stop.  

“Hey, you alright?” Ev’s hand was still pressed against her back, the warmth of his skin burning against her own. 

“Yea, just wasn’t expecting to be interrupted,” She looked up at him, his hair a mess from where her hands had gotten to it. “Wasn’t expecting to almost… either.”

“I should have slowed us down,” He let his head fall back against the seat. “You deserve more than, well, the cockpit of a plane.”

“Well, I did tell you not to stop.” She grinned. 

“And who am I not to oblige my girl when she wants something.”

“Another time,” She leaned forward to press her lips to his softly. “Until then, feel free to sneak me up here and kiss me as often as you’d like.”

“I’ll have to remember that. And not to bring a jeep next time so we don’t get busted.”

“Speaking of… we’ve got poor Kenny cooling his heels down there waiting for us.”

“Better button up.” He gestured to her blouse with a nod of his head and a wink. 

“Same goes for you, Captain, because I made a real mess of you.” She grinned. 

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, pulling his hands away from her to do up the buttons on his shirt. 

Val moved from his lap, doing her best to tuck her shirt back in, and put her jacket back on. She was sure her lipstick was smudged all over her face, and her hair had to look like a bird's nest by this point, but there was nothing she could do about that. She tried to tuck back whatever loose strands had fallen free, rolling her eyes as Everett smirked at her. He had decided against redoing his tie, instead stuffing it into his pocket. As he stood, eyes focused on her and not the area around him, his head came in contact with the ceiling above him, a dull echo resounding through the cockpit. 

“Fuck!” 

“Shit! Are you alright!” 

He turned to her, and couldn’t help the smile on his own face as he watched her try and not laugh at him. Her hand was covering her mouth, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. 

“I’m fine sweetheart,” He held out his hand to guide her down. “Now let’s go before Lemmons sends a search party.” 

“Don’t let me fall…” she gripped his fingers tightly as he stepped down first, before he turned to guide her out of the cockpit, and back down towards the hatch. 

“Let me go first, and I’ll help you once I’m down.”

“Okay…”

He made quick work of jumping from the plane, and once both feet were on solid ground, he turned back towards the hatch for her. 

“Jump, honey. I’ve gotcha.”

“Easy for you to say.” She mumbled, before sitting herself on the floor of the plane, legs dangling below her in the night. With a deep breath, she pushed herself out of the plane, and true to his word, Everett had caught her around the waist. 

“Told ya.” He winked, setting her back on the ground. 

Brushing herself off, Val turned to find Ken Lemmon’s looking at her, eyes wide, lips quirked into a smirk. 

“Evening, Miss Val.” He offered her a wave. 

“Hi Ken. Did we wake you?”

“No. Got up to use the can, and uh, saw the jeep. Thought maybe Major Egan was up on the wing again.”

“Sorry… we didn’t mean to make trouble.”

“Hey, it’s the Captains fort, no trouble for me at all.”

“We’ll get out of your hair, let you get back to bed.” She grinned, hand searching for Everett’s as he stood next to her. 

“Goodnight you two,” Ken gave a wave as he turned and made his way back to the ground crew's hut. “Don't forget your glasses!”

Everett winced and doubled back to where he had left their empty glasses from earlier, while Val turned and made her way to the jeep. Once he joined her, he passed them over to her while he dug the key from his pocket and started the engine. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on her knee, he drove them off back towards the huts. They passed a few stragglers leaving the Officers Club; Benny Demarco and Crank were sitting outside with Meatball, the dog taking off in a run after the jeep as it passed causing Benny to groan and both Val and Ev to laugh. He eventually got tired and began trotting his way back to where Benny was waiting. 

When Everett pulled the jeep up in front of the Red Cross hut, he noticed that the lights were still on inside, which meant Tattie and Helen were either still lingering at the club or waiting up for Val. 

“Looks like they might be waiting for you.”

“Gossip queens…” she shook her head with a fond smile. 

Letting the two glasses rest on the seat between them, she turned to face him, hand reaching for his own. Just the feeling of his skin on hers had her wanting to make him turn the jeep around and go back to the hardstand and finish what they started. 

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

“You’re asking permission to kiss me? Everett, you’re practically wearing my lipstick, sweetheart.” She smiled, but leaned closer to him anyway, indulging him the moment. 

“Please?” He whispered. “Valencia, come on, I’m trying to be a gentleman. Walk you to your door, kiss you goodnight…”

“Okay, okay!” She conceded. “Yes, Everett, you can kiss me goodnight.”

He met her in the middle, hand sliding up to cradle her face as their lips found each other. Her fingers slid through his already disheveled hair, nails scratching against his scalp. She could feel him shudder under her touch, and had to keep reminding herself that it would be worth it to wait just a little longer for him in that way. 

Pulling back only when the need for air grew too strong, Everett let his thumb softly move against the apple of her cheek, his forehead pressed to hers. 

“Go on, before Tattie comes out here looking for you.”

“Don’t wanna…”

“Me either, but there’s tomorrow, and I’ll be waiting for you. Promise.”

“Tomorrow…” She sighed, nuzzling into his warm palm. 

“I’ll pick you up in the morning and we can walk to the mess together. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

With another soft kiss to her lips, Everett released his hold on her, allowing her to step out of the jeep and take the few steps to the door of the hut she resided in. He knew he wouldn’t get any sleep that night, thoughts of bright green eyes and a mischievous smile dancing in his mind's eye until the sun came up and he could see her again. He waited until she was safely inside the hut, the sound of Helen’s voice floating through the air as Val rejoined the girls finally. With a chuckle and shake of his head, he drove the jeep back to the Officers Hut where he found John Egan outside, smoking a cigarette with Douglass. 

“So, how’d it go?” Dougie stood up, flicking the butt of his cigarette in the makeshift ashtray. 

“Thanks for letting me borrow the jeep, Bucky.”

“Anytime you need me to break into song so you can make an escape with your gal, I’ve got it handled.”

“I think everyone else would be very opposed, but I appreciate the offer.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“You are, but that’s alright. You mean well.” 

“Night Blakely…”

“Night, Major…”

Everett had one foot in the door before Douglass was pulling him into the light, his blue eyes looking at him with scrutiny. 

“What?”

“Man, she really did a number on you! Was she wearing any lipstick when you brought her back?”

“Doug…”

“Victory Red is definitely your shade, Ev!” He cackled, heading for his bunk while Everett moved to the mirror that hung by the wall, checking his reflection with a smile. She had indeed left her mark, and if he had any say in the matter, he wanted her to do that for as long as Victory Red was in production. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart…” 

Part Three

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[thegreenishhues]

God DAMN I didn't expect forever leaving to hit me so hard. I loved his character and although I do respect cc!forevers decisions I will miss him. I will hold out hope that he will return for now.

Also as a side note as a Ghostie please Kens don't abandon us. you will still get a warm welcome and I always love the lil hey Ken hi Barbie interactions. You are always welcome in the bbh chat <3

Translated to Portuguese below :)

Também como uma observação lateral como um Ghostie, por favor, não nos abandone. você ainda receberá uma recepção calorosa e eu sempre adoro as interações lil hey Ken oi Barbie. Você é sempre bem vindo no chat do bbh <3

[mymarifae]

don't read burn my soul. akito reaches rad weekend levels with his singing Because he's trying to express his gratitude to ken for giving him his dream and for being his role model for all these years - and then he starts funneling all of his love for toya, an, and kohane and vivid street and music itself into his singing and it unlocks that level of performing inside him. you know how i've been saying forever that akito's constant doubts and insecurities are what's holding him back, not any actual lack of ability? after 3 years of events, ken and luka finally get this through his head. he finally has full confidence in his music. he finally fucking understands that the thing he needs to focus on while singing is not "i need to get better so i don't get left behind" he knows he needs to think about the actual emotions he wants to express with his music he's FINALLY learned how to RELAX and sing from his heart.

and then during his final performance of the event he (re)lights the fire in kotaro's heart and gives him the courage to try pursuing music again, and to rejoin vivid bad squad in surpassing rad weekend. you know, paralleling the way rad weekend gave akito new life after he quit soccer and started giving up on the world.

not to mention it turns out taiga's ass kicking in light up the fire dampened the morale of all of vivid street. everyone was starting to lose their deeper love for music. no one was as excited anymore. no one believed there could be something greater than rad weekend, so why... bother? and then akito's performance sets EVERYONE'S asses on fire, not just kotaro's. he singlehandedly breathes new life and passion into vivid street. it gave him a lifeline when he needed it most, and now he's in a position where he can return the favor. and he does.

yeah. life-ruining. all of it. i died lots and lots and lots. save yourselves.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Twenty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

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“Where did you get these papers?” Haruchiyo asked, spreading out the rest of the documents from the folder on your desk. 

“From Tekeomi.” You noticed Sanzu tensing his muscles. “He said to forward them to me.” 

"Where did HE get it from?" The man asked coldly. 

"I don't know. His assistant didn’t mention anything.” You took the dirty glass and took it to the bathroom to rinse off the cigarette ash. You threw the pet into the small trash can and when you looked in the mirror, you saw that Sanzu wasn't the only one who got dirty. 

You washed your face and mouth carefully so as not to re-injure the fresh wound and returned to the room just as your companion was talking to someone on the phone. From his icy tone and a few insults, you figured he was talking to his older brother. 

“There was no annotation, asshole.” Sanzu growled impatiently. “I don't give a damn that you're in favor of the meeting now. No. No. NO. Fuck you. Yes, talk to him, because he obviously forgot how to do this type of work.” 

He hung up, threw his phone on your bed and leaned over the desk again, looking through the papers once more while muttering to himself. 

“There is no annotation, I am not blind.” 

You grabbed two new glasses from the cabinet and returned to your desk to pour the rest of the alcohol from the bottle into them. You poured it evenly and handed one glass to Sanzu, which he accepted with a nod and took one sip. 

“Maybe the guy just forgot to pass on the information…” 

“Dude doesn't like you because you work with me. Simple prejudices.” Haruchiyo said. “If he knew what we just did, he would have a twist in his stomach.” 

“Maybe then Takeomi would find a less biased assistant?” You asked, making an innocent joke and the man laughed softly. 

"What did he tell you?" 

“The guy's file is a copy of what they had in the police archives, so it comes from our man. It's not complete because he didn't have the time or opportunity to copy everything, but... For now, this will have to be enough for us.” 

"Us?" You took a sip of the alcohol and looked at Sanzu with a little surprise. “I thought the Uchiyama case was unofficially mine alone…” 

“Theoretically it is, but due to the fact that Kisaki delegated you back to me…” He gave you a long look from under his long eyelashes. “I won't let you deal with this shit alone.” 

“How nice of you, thank you Haruchiyo.” You muttered, setting your empty glass on the cabinet right next to the desk and leaned over the desk, resting your hands on it. 

“Know the grace of the lord.” The other one grumbled and you smiled slightly. 

“So the real Uchiyama is dead.” 

"Yes. The question is who you saw with Emiko.” 

“Maybe it's better to ask her herself?” 

“What if he cheated on her too?” 

“We won't know until we ask.” 

“You are prohibited from approaching this bitch.” Sanzu reminded you in a serious tone. 

“Then you talk to her.” 

“I am forbidden from approaching her alone.” The man coughed and you looked up at him. Ah, yes... Sanzu and his sweet disposition, especially when he's around people who insulted Manjiro Sano, and Emiko never liked Mikey, what you never understood... 

“Then we have an impasse.” 

Sanzu grimaced in frustration and slammed his hand on the desk. “All we have to do is ask Takeomi for help.” 

“Choji mentioned that Hanma was at her place.” You remembered the words of one of Kisaki's bodyguards. 

“Hanma?” The man thought for a moment, then quickly walked over to your bed, took his phone and dialed the appropriate number. 

You sat down in your chair behind the desk and while waiting for the pink-haired man to finish his conversation, you picked up one of the reports and started reading it. 

The man took care of his younger sister's son for some time, but when the boy was four years old he returned to his mother, who filed an indictment against Ryousuke for child molestation - no traces of abuse of the little boy were ever found. False accusations. 

Uchiyama reported several times that his sister, Mrs. Sugiyama, was abusing her three children, especially her oldest son, Daisuke... 

Why did he interfere? Usually relatives who don't live with the rest of the family don't report such matters... Oh, he lived with them, or rather she lived with him... Now everything was starting to become clear... 

You took another sheet of paper and continued reading. In his teens, Daisuke was sent to a reformatory and his two younger siblings were taken away from their mother due to confirmation of Uchiyama's suspicions of his sister's child abuse. And the woman herself was sent to prison for a short term. Correct, but what else did it have to do with Uchiyama and the case? 

The man had no wrongdoings, no debts, and his only enemy was his own sister, so... 

You reached for another piece of paper and started looking at it. Ah... Here. 

“He applied to adopt Daisuke Sugiyama and was granted it.” You said loudly and Sanzu looked at you uncertainly. 

"And what about this?" 

“Daisuke Sugiyama came to live with him as his legal guardian after he was released from reform school and after a year, Ryousuke Uchiyama suffered a fatal accident. But two months earlier, his mother and Uchiyama's sister committed suicide... Which was reclassified as murder two years ago." 

"So?" Sanzu asked, still not understanding, but when you looked at him, you noticed that the gears in his head were turning at full speed. 

“What if the guy claiming to be Ryousuke Uchiyama is Daisuke Sugiyama?” 

“He would use his relative's personal information?” 

“What if he's just doing it informally?” 

Haruchiyo thought for a moment and sent a message to someone. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Give me a moment." He opened the reply message and nodded. “We'll get more information on this Sugiyama thing in a few hours. If you're right, we'll be able to get the fugitive faster." 

“Do you think Emiko knew?” You asked after a moment and Sanzu snorted disdainfully. 

“She changed her personal details herself, didn't she?” 

“This doesn't prove anything yet…” 

"Stop. I bet the mother molested her children and the son later took revenge.” He sat down in the armchair with a loud sigh and stretched his legs out in front of him. He took a bottle of pills from his pocket, took two, and set the bottle on the edge of the desk. He rested his head on his hand, and his bright eyes began to stare into the dark glass. “This case was only supposed to be about murdering whores, not some family drama.” 

“Most often, one does not exclude the other.” You replied calmly, pouring another portion of alcohol into the glasses. You offered the man one, which he took after a short while and began sipping the drink. “If this abuse also included molestation… And our Ryousuke Uchiyama, it's actually Daisuke Sugiyama…” Sanzu looked at you attentively, waiting for what you would say next. “Maybe that would explain why he hurt Yuuta. My mother once told me that children imitate the behavior of their guardians or people, they consider to be authorities. 

“Even when it comes to bad behavior? About harassment? No child likes this..." 

“It's not important. How many people do you know who were harmed in childhood at the hands of their parents, for example alcoholics, and now do the same, despite the fact that they know this pain?” 

The pink-haired man scratched his cheek and looked away from you. He drained the glass and set it aside next to the drug bottle. 

“I know what you're getting at, and I won't deny that you're right…” He frowned and looked at you again, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “You're not like that.” 

"Really?" You asked just as sarcastically, and the room fell silent. 

Haruchiyo's bright eyes wandered around your room, stopping at random pieces of furniture or decorations, of which you actually had very little. “Okay, you have episodes.” 

“Thank you for your honesty.” 

“Are you sure you want to find your son?” 

“He's mine and I want to raise him. I owe it to my mother and sisters.” You said, offering Sanzu another glass of alcohol, but this time he refused, so you just poured yourself one and drank it straight away. 

“What if you start hurting him?” 

“I won't.” You answered with a confident voice, looking at the drink in the glass. 

"Where do you get that confidence? You won't deny that you can be aggressive when you drink alcohol, and you like to abuse it." 

“Yes, I like drinking alcohol. I'm abusing it, it's true." You drained your glass and looked at the rest of the drink in the bottle. “But I can stop drinking for a long time if I want to…” 

“A few days is not a long time.” Sanzu pointed out at you, and you pursed your lips. 

“True, but I'm not aggressive without a reason. You know it well that first someone has to seriously threaten people close to me for me to attack.” You raised your index finger and looked carefully at your companion. “And it doesn't matter if I drank or not.” 

Sanzu smiled slightly and turned his head to the side. “Children like to throw their caregivers off balance, especially as they grow up.” 

“I love my mother too much to raise my hand against a child.” 

“You've already done this a few times, remember? That kid in the alley, he was with his friend..." 

“The little shit was threatening his schoolmate with a penknife. He deserved a black eye.” You tried to justify yourself as you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. “By the way, he wasn't my kid.” 

Sanzu burst out laughing at these words, and a spark of genuine amusement appeared in his eyes. “Tell me, would you be willing to kill for your son?” 

“I'm ready to do it.” You replied, making a serious face and the man chuckled softly. 

“Oh, interesting, interesting.” He stood up from his armchair, leaned over the desk and grabbed the tip of your chin with his fingers. He looked at you through narrowed eyes for a moment, then he kissed your forehead, your cheek, and when his hand tilted your head slightly, his lips connected with yours in a short kiss, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. “Don't think about it too long.” 

He let go of you, took his pills and headed towards the door. You saw him off with sad eyes, because you hoped he would stay at least another hour... And when Sanzu turned around in the doorway to look at you one more time, he smiled broadly and before closing the door behind him, he blew you another kiss. You blushed to the tips of your ears and drank the rest of the alcohol straight from the bottle. 

The only consolation was the fact that you would spend the night hunting together, and a shiver of excitement ran through your body. 

You went to the window, intending to light a cigarette, which you had already put in your mouth, you opened it and reached out to reach for the ashtray, but your hand found nothing. Your first thought was that Haru's words had come true, and the ashtray had fallen down, but when, feeling a twinge of fear, you leaned out, you didn't notice the missing item either on the path below or on the well-kept lawn. You looked around the windowsill again, thinking your eyes were playing a trick on you, but in fact the windowsill was empty. 

With your heart pounding, you began to look around the room and when your eyes landed on a small table with a medium-sized indoor plant on it, you breathed a sigh of relief. Hidden behind one of the large leaves was an ashtray, clean and shiny as new. 

You took it in your hand and put it back on the prepared place on the windowsill, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette. You leaned quite comfortably on the windowsill and stuck your head outside. A gentle breeze blew pleasantly across your face, slightly moving your hair, which you hadn't tidied up after Sanzu released it from his grasp, and you smiled to yourself at the memory of the bliss on his beautiful face. 

You did it. You gave him pleasure and satisfied him no worse than all those girls who have ever willingly agreed to any sexual activity with such an unpredictable person as Haruchiyo Sanzu. For a moment, you felt so proud of it, as if you were still a teenager and had just experienced your unforgettable first time. 

You took a slow and deep drag on your cigarette and looked up at the blue, almost cloudless sky. You wondered what Hanma had already managed to get out of your former fiancée and felt a pang of jealousy that the man could look her in the face. You yourself had many questions for the woman that will never actually be asked, and even if at least some of them are answered, you will never know the whole answer. Shuji promised that he would give you information as soon as he found out something, but you were perfectly aware of the fact that the man would first consult everything with Kisaki and only then, perhaps, he would tell you something. 

You understood them, and even though it hurt, you tried not to hold it against them. They were looking out for Bonten's interests, and if you found out anything that could break the camel's back, you would definitely lose control of yourself. You would unleash hell and everything other than revenge would no longer matter to you. You would destroy everything you have built so far, and you would end up with a bullet in your head. 

You had an incident that you would rather forget, but on the other hand you will always remember it. You then ended up with a gunshot wound to the chest and the surgeon working for the syndicate told you that you were either extremely lucky that the bullet missed the vital organs, the shooter missed, or it was simply a warning. 

You were left with a beautiful scar, and although you vowed to find the shooter and teach him a lesson, you were also grateful that he stopped you. You found out after the fact that any traces you had at the crime scene were destroyed by the chemicals used or by the fire itself. Your action could have seriously harmed everyone, but luckily it ended relatively well. 

You blew the smoke through your nose and looked at the glowing tip of the cigarette and you could have sworn you smelled burning flesh again... 

You stood in the middle of a spacious room whose decor screamed wealth, wealth, wealth. Behind the large windows you could see the night sky and the lights in the windows of the neighboring buildings, and between them below, the lights of the streets and passing cars. There, it was normal nightlife, and up here... You were the only one alive, or so you thought. 

From behind the once white sofa, now almost completely splattered with blood, you heard the man's long, pained groan and your head turned in that direction. You saw one of your victims try to crawl away, but their hands were slipping in puddles of thick, red liquid. You watched him with interest, as if you were watching an animal documentary on TV. You couldn't remember exactly, but you could have sworn you shot the guy at least five times... 

“God, let me live… God help me…” The distraught man whispered, his voice choking, and when you moved closer to him so that he could see you, he froze in his tracks. He lifted his head with difficulty and looked at you with fear in his eyes. “Oh God, oh God…” 

You crouched down to get a better look at the man and after a moment you recognized him. He was the head of a smaller gang who tried to harm the flourishing Bonten. He was spreading false things about Manjiro Sano, which in itself was a death sentence, but the worst part for you was that he was trying to deceive and frame Haruchiyo Sanzu. It was already a death wish and you decided to fulfill it. 

"Please don't... I'm begging you, spare my life..." The man sobbed, clenching his bloody hands into fists and pressing his forehead to the floor. “I learned my lesson, and I will never make that mistake again…” 

"You're right." You replied calmly, slightly raising your hand in which you still held the gun. You had already used up the three full clips you had brought with you, and now you were about to finish things off with a fourth. "Look at me." 

The man obeyed and his forehead came into contact with the barrel of your gun. Indescribable terror appeared in his eyes, red with tears, and almost animal moans and sobs began to escape from his mouth. 

“You will never make a mistake again.” You squeezed the trigger and felt more drops of blood land on your face. 

You got up and checked the rest of the seven bodies to make sure no one else had survived. You calmly walked through all the rooms of the apartment and in the bedroom, you found two more bodies lying motionless on the floor. Blood trails leading from the door indicated that the bullets had hit their target as they tried to leave the room. 

You nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the large bag you had brought with you. You took out a can of gasoline and started pouring it on the bodies, carpets, curtains and furniture. You didn't think about the consequences then. You also didn't think about the neighboring apartments at that time, because you knew that no one lived on this floor and the two floors below. It was a relatively new building and it belonged entirely to the man you had just shot. This made everything easier for you, especially since the monitoring was still not working and the technician wouldn't show up until the next day. 

You put the empty canister down and took the lighter out of your pocket. You looked around again to make sure you were standing in a safe place and threw the lighter at the bodies, which immediately caught fire. The flames spread throughout the rooms in the blink of an eye and soon you felt the stench of burning hair and heat. 

At that moment you should have turned around and left, but you couldn't. The flames were so beautiful, and you began to feel them cleansing you of the crime you had just committed. You didn't hear the apartment door open with a bang... 

“L/n! What the fuck did you do?!” You heard someone's voice, but you didn't react. “L/n!” 

Your eyes noticed movement among the largest gathering of bodies, and it dawned on you that someone had managed to trick you... You pulled out your gun again and aimed... 

“L/n! Enough! Get out of here before it all burns down!” Someone turned you around by the arm and you looked into Rindou Haitani's violet eyes. 

"I did not finish." You replied briefly and looked back towards the still alive man who was flailing on the floor in flames. 

“Go away or we'll shoot you!” Someone else shouted, but you didn't know who, you pulled the trigger, and the burning man froze. The smell of burning flesh was already in the air, and the air was unbearably hot. 

“Rindou, leave him!” Ran shouted worriedly, as if sensing what might happen next. 

You felt Rindou trying to pull you towards the exit, so in the simplest of reflexes you aimed at his head and... You felt a hit on your chest, though you hadn’t saw the blow and as the younger Haitani took your gun, and you felt wetness trickle down your chest and stomach, and it dawned on you that you had been shot. 

It was enough to snap you out of your trance... 

“Fuck…” You whispered, pressing your hand to the wound and falling to one knee. You didn't know who shot because there were a few other guys from Bonten standing in the doorway and almost all of them had a gun at the ready. 

“L/n! Y/n!” Rindou shouted and grabbed your arm on one side, and his older brother appeared on the other. “Cover all the tracks!” He gave the order and two of the gang rushed forward to deal with the traces of your blood. “Don't try to faint, much less try to die, L/n!” 

You were taken out of the apartment where the temperature was already unbearably high. You felt yourself starting to lose consciousness, but you didn't feel any pain, which surprised you... 

“If you die, Sanzu will kill you!” Rindou shouted slightly panicked. 

"I would like to see that." An angry Ran replied half-jokingly. 

When a gust of cold air from outside the building hit your face... 

That was the last thing you remembered. A cold gust of air and darkness. You didn't even remember taking the elevator all the way down, and you had to do it because the burning apartment was on the twelfth floor. 

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out the window where you were standing. You regained consciousness only after a few days, and the first thing you heard after the doctor left was a scolding from Haruchiyo Sanzu, who looked terrible at the time. You later heard from Kakucho that when number two left your room, he took so many drugs that he slept for almost two whole days. I came close to overdosing. You promised yourself then that you would never lose your temper again. 

You didn't remember how you got into that building, when and who started shooting... You only remembered the events from the moment you found the man behind the sofa. 

You put out your cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill and closed the window. You stood there for a moment and looked at the clouds floating in the sky. It was after that incident that Sanzu started holding you closer to him, as if he was afraid to let you out of his sight for too long. It quickly stopped bothering you, you got used to it and you were grateful that he didn't abandon you. You did it for him and everyone was aware of the fact that, if need be, you would do it again without hesitation. 

You sat back at your desk and opened Ryousuke Uchiyama's file folder again and started reading the reports from the beginning. Before long, your phone rang, and you looked at the screen to see that the call was coming from your coffee shop. 

You furrowed your eyebrows in surprise and answered the call. “Y/n L/n on the phone, I'm listening.” 

“Boss, this is Asahi…” You heard a woman's voice sounding uncertain, which didn't happen often. “I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, but there was a customer at the café today who would really like to meet you…” 

“About what?” You asked, feeling strangely anxious. 

“He said it was a private matter... I had never seen this man before. He didn't look suspicious and I think he was in his sixties...” Came the reply and your mind couldn't place any of your newest enemies who might somehow discover that you were the owner of the coffee shop. 

“I understand, Asahi-chan. Did this customer introduce himself?” You asked calmly, still going through the names in your head and trying hard to match them to the man's age given by your employee. 

“Ah, he left his card. I have it in my hand...” You heard the gentle rustle of clothes and heard a woman's voice on the phone again. “Detective and Security Services, Tsuyoshi L/n.” 

Tsuyoshi L/n... All the blood drained from your face and an icy chill ran down your spine. It is impossible... 

“Can you tell me the spelling of the ending shi, please?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you couldn't hide all your anxiety and there was silence on the phone for a moment. 

“Is everything okay, boss?” The woman asked worriedly. 

“Yes, yes... Please, Asahi-chan. Spelling of the ending..." 

“Ah, of course. The kanji shi is written as in will, purpose.” 

Tsuyoshi... So many years have passed... 

“Alright, thank you. Did the man have any distinguishing marks?” 

“Hmm... A thin scar near his left ear.” The woman answered after a moment and your heart skipped a beat and the blood began to rush back to your face. 

"Thank you. Was he clearly visible on the cameras?” 

“Boss?” 

"Answer me please. Nothing bad is happening. I just want to make sure... It could be a member of my family that I haven't seen in a while and someone has been impersonating him multiple times trying to contact me.” You explained calmly, knowing that Asahi would connect the facts you just talked about with the story you shared with her three years ago. 

“Ah! I see!" The woman laughed uncertainly, and you smiled slightly, feeling relieved. “Yes, we have him on recordings. Should I send you a frame from the video where he will be visible?” 

“Yes, great idea my dear. I would be grateful." 

“Okay, I'll do it. Please give me a few minutes.” You said goodbye to the woman and the call ended. 

Tsuyoshi. Detective and security services. Yes, so far everything was consistent with what you remembered and knew. Even the scar next to his ear and his age... Still, you had to see for yourself. Too many people have tried to get closer to you by using this character. 

A multimedia message notification arrived on your phone and you opened the photo. The video frame was quite good quality and perfectly showed the face of the coffee shop customer who was trying to contact you. 

A tall man in his sixties, gray hair combed neatly and elegantly... A good quality suit, typical for the middle class. Still a handsome face and piercing eyes. It was definitely him, and you hadn't seen him in over 10 years. Tsuyoshi L/n, your dear father's younger brother. 

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