#i've just been thinking on it and the idea of calling myself a doll or identifying with dolls

[copiawife]

i had this in my pinned for a while and then took it out and i can't remember why but, if you wouldn't mind, if it comes up, would you all mind not referring to me as a person, but as a doll instead? like instead of saying "boy" or "girl" (obviously, no gendered terms for me), or even "person" or another gender neutral signifier similar to it, instead refer to me as a "doll", if that's alright!

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

Told him about a lot of things last night. Not everythin, there's some things I gotta keep to myself for em to have a chance to work, but. A lot.

The way I've been changing into someone I can barely recognize. That his soft hearted, devoted rabbit baby with the unconditional love and endless patience is eroding. I could never even think about hurtin him before, I would rather have died. Now I lie n manipulate without a second thought. I'm thinking things I never thought I would.

I doubt it's gonna make a difference whether I tell him or not but I'll never forgive myself if I don't try everythin. When the perfect doll is gone I don't think he's comin back. Everythin he likes about me will be gone for good.

[talaok]

Begging

Pairing: Javier Peña x sex worker!reader

summary: Javier is desperate to see you, and he's not above begging

Warnings: Smut | oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, lots of fluffy smut even though it wasn't the initial idea, and Javi being a simp

You were already late, the last thing you needed was for the phone to ring.

"Hello?" annoyance was tracing your tone ever so clearly.

"Hi sweetheart"

You stopped what you were doing, the shoe in your hand momentarily forgotten.

"Javi I'm busy" you immediately blew him off.

"mh, how busy?" the sweet sound of him taking a drag from his cigarette traveling through the phone.

"Very busy" you cleared "I'm late to meet a client"

Silence on the other end.

Lately, you kept having a feeling he didn't like when you talked about your other clients.

"don't you usually arrive late on purpose?"

"I do, but just of five minutes, not half an hour"

"I'm sure he'll wait, doll," he said "I can't think of a man who wouldn't"

You rolled your eyes "I don't have time for this Javier, why did you call?"

"you know why baby" his voice was warm and sultry "I've had a long day"

The implications behind his words were clear as day for someone who'd heard every variation of - I need you- falling from his lips.

"It's 3 pm" you reminded him, glancing at your watch

"It is, and I've been thinking of that sweet mouth of yours since 6 a.m," he said, his voice lowering as he skimmed around the office to make sure no one heard.

"well you did nine, you can survive for another two"

" 'm not sure I can sweetheart" he breathed "I need to see you"

"now?" 

"now."

"I can't now Javi, I've got a client"

"blow him off"

"you know I can't do that"

"why not?"

"I have a reputation to maintain, and this one pays well"

"I can pay too" he suggested, his desperation cracking through "I can double the amount"

You laughed softly "I doubt you could afford that"

He winced "That much?"

"yes, that much"

He paused for a moment "Y'know we've got cash laying around here, I doubt anyone would notice a few stacks disappearing"

You feigned a gasp "Agent Peña, that's a very serious offense you're joking about, I doubt your boss would be happy to hear you talk like that"

"I doubt Messina would be happy to hear me talk about anything today" he sighed "And 'm not joking, sweetheart, I need you"

You could hear and feel the hunger in his voice

"I can't Javi" you spoke, ignoring the feeling in your chest 

"Please baby" he groaned " just five minutes"

You bit down a laugh "We both know what five minutes mean to you"

He almost smiled too now "You want me to beg sweetheart, is that it?" he asked " 'cause I'll do it"

you chuckled sweetly " I've heard you beg plenty of times before baby, it has gotten old" you joked

"Please princess" he prayed nonetheless "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said 

"I thought we'd already established you don't have the money"

"That's not what I meant" he murmured, his eyes trained on the agent walking past him, until he was sure he could speak again "I'll make you come as many times as that perfect body of yours can take"

A breath got caught in your throat 

"Javi..."

"I'll do anything baby, anything at all that you ask me I'll do it, just please let me see you," he sighed "I just need to feel you... and hear you, and have you all to myself for even just a second"

"I-"

"I miss you" he interrupted you "fuck I miss you so much" he clutched the phone in his hand " 'just need to see you, baby"

You let out a deep breath, begging your mind to switch up on what you knew it had already decided.

Your fingers slowly twisted around the phone's chord as you surrendered to your destiny, to your only weakness.

"this will never happen again, Javier, we clear?"

"yes 'mam"

"you have twenty minutes to get here or I'm calling my client back"

"I'm on my way baby"

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The door hadn't even closed that his lips were on you.

His strong hands gripped your waist and felt all of what they could.

You struggled to not stumble backward, but his fingers gripping your hair so as not to leave any space between you, prevented you from it.

"A hi would have been nice" you smiled as he ducked to kiss your neck.

"hi sweetheart" he carelessly murmured against your skin, one of his hands finding your ass.

“god I missed you" he groaned, leaning away just an inch to properly look at you.

"you know, you could have called any of your other women..." you raised an eyebrow.

"what other women?" he said with a smugness only Javier F. Peña could ever get away with.

You couldn't help but laugh "What can I offer you, water, food, anything?"

" I'm not hungry for food sweetheart" his grip on you got tighter 

"Mh" you bit down a grin "and what exactly are you hungry for, agent?"

He chuckled, his nose gently brushing yours "How 'bout I show you?" he asked, giving your lips a quick peck and starting towards the couch, as it was the closest surface.

"na-ah" you stopped him "We're going to the bedroom this time, you can wait five more seconds" you scolded, ignoring his frustrated sigh and getting out of his hold to walk towards your room as he followed like a lost puppy.

"There," you said, closing the door after he entered "wasn't so hard now was it?"

He wasted no time getting all over you once more, his lips, his hands, every part of him was claiming you like a lost treasure.

"I have a surprise for you" you murmured, distracting him from his work on your neck.

"oh yeah, what's that?"

You didn't answer, just slowly, excruciatingly slowly, started slipping your black silk robe off.

Javi's mouth turned to sand the moment it fell at your feet.

You were wearing what he could only describe as every men's ticket to heaven, or hell perhaps.

It was a fire red lingerie set, with small panties and an almost see-through bra, but what really got Javier contemplating if perhaps god really existed, were the stockings adorning your legs, and especially that small bow on the hem of each of them.

"fuck" he breathed "You're too good to me" he murmured, hesitating to touch you, as if the moment he did, you would dissipate into thin air

"I know I am"

"Is this what you were wearing to see your client?" he asked, his hand finally finding your waist

You shook your head "No, I wore this just for you"

" you did?" he breathed, his eyes not knowing were on your body to focus.

"I know how you like red"

He let out a small laugh "I think it's just become my favorite color"

He was so overwhelmed with all the possible things he could and wanted to do to you at that moment that he found himself leaning in to just kiss you.

His tongue parted your lips and explored your whole mouth as his fingers traced the lace of your panties.

If this was heaven, then Javier was happy he died.

"Please get on the bed" he instructed with what resembled more of a beg.

You did as told, observing with amusement the lust in his pupils.

His eyes didn't leave you for even a second as he took his gun and badge out of his jeans and placed them on the nightstand and not even when he took, or better, threw his shirt off.

"you scared I might disappear?" you joked

"I'm scared I might wake up" he answered, finally stepping in front of you just to kneel before you.

His digits trailed the fabric on your leg until they reached the hem, and that's when his lips came to play.

he gently picked up your left leg and started leaving hot, desperate kisses starting from your ankle up until he reached your naked thigh.

By the time he'd done it to both your legs your body's temperature had risen a worrying amount.

His eyes found yours again and he could have come right there in his pants just by the sight of your reddened cheeks and caged lips.

"Open your legs for me, sweet girl"

You did as told without hesitation.

He slowly took your panties off, and let out an adoring sigh.

He grabbed both your legs and placed them on his shoulders, before bending down to kiss the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps up your spine.

"god, the woman you are" he breathed, his eyes fixated on your core.

"Please Javi" you whimpered

And as always, the teasing was over the moment he heard that sweet voice of yours.

He dove in, taking your pussy into his mouth.

"oh god," you breathed, clutching his head to your body and falling back on the bed.

No high felt this good. If Javier had to choose a way to go, this would be it, his head between your thighs and you moaning beneath him.

His tongue spread your folds hungrily, tasting and licking up and down so that each inch of you had been worshipped, before starting to focus on your clit.

His tongue swirled around over your nub and your back arched off the bed, a high moan climbing up your throat.

"Fuck, baby" you cried, your eyes shut in bliss and your fingers gripping his locks.

The feeling of his mustache and the tip of his nose occasionally hitting your skin was only heightening your pleasure.

While one of his hands remained on your thigh, one traveled upwards until it could freely grope and feel your tits.

Your nipples were perked under the feeble fabric of your bra, and he groaned lowly as he gently toyed with one of them.

You could only let out a desperate moan.

His tongue kept lapping at you, focusing on your nub and occasionally exploring your heat or threatening your entrance until you were panting and squirming under him.

his hold on your leg tightened when he felt your stomach start to shake as your orgasm approached.

"Javi!" you could only cry, once his mouth finally sent you over the edge.

You gripped his hair for dear life as you breathed his name over and over.

He did not stop until you had fully come down your high, and even then, he hesitated before leaning away.

You locked eyes as you both caught your breath, a grin tugging at both your lips before he climbed on top of you and kissed you, your taste still lingering in his mouth.

His dick was fighting against his jeans for room to grow, and your hands roaming closer to where he needed you definitely didn't help.

he let out a low groan once you palmed the bulge in his pants, and you smiled softly.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he growled, kissing the skin beneath your ear 

"What?" you asked playfully

"I need to fuck you"

"need?" you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin

"yeah, need" he nodded, unwillingly climbing off the bed to unfasten his belt and take off his jeans in record time.

In the meantime, you took off your bra, making the conscious decision of leaving your stockings on.

By the look of it, he was pleased with the idea.

His cock was hard and already leaking some precum, and even if you'd seen him desperate before, today he seemed even more.

You were gonna talk to him later, now you had a more pressing matter at hand.

"come here" you invited him, shuffling up the bed and spreading your legs.

He immediately obeyed, coming down on top of you to nestle between your thighs, and melting into your mouth.

He kissed you deep and through, like he dreamed of doing all day and all last night (even if he didn't tell you that), and you whimpered weakly into his mouth, as your arms came up behind his neck.

"God I missed you" he breathed

"you saw me the day before yesterday javi"

"yeah, and that's what?" he asked, leaving another quick kiss on your lips "More than 24 hours without kissing this perfect mouth of yours?" he said "I call that torture"

You chuckled lightly "Careful there, that's what addiction sounds like"

"Yeah, well maybe I am addicted"

You smiled again "now, I don't think your colleagues at the DEA would like the sound of that" you joked.

"then I'll quit," he said 

"You'll quit?" you teased

"Yeah" he kissed you "I'll quit and then we'll buy a farm in Texas and spend the rest of our lives like this"

You felt your heart speed up at that childish, unrealizable vision, and yet, you couldn't help but smile.

"I like the sound of that," you said, because it was the truth, because you did like all the impossible plans Javi'd made for your future over the course of all your meetings.

It started as a silly joke, but each time it grew to be something more, you could feel it in his tone, in the way he'd stroke your cheek as he told you about how many dogs you'd keep on the farm.

He was the one that started it, but after a while, you joined him. You contributed with your own hopes, your own dreams, and so, those hours spent together became much more than sex, you became much more than a prostitute and a DEA agent, you became dreamers, and for a few moments, that's all you stayed, as everything else disappeared.

"yeah? I do too, sweetheart" he breathed, kissing you once more before finally positioning himself at your entrance.

Your cries mixed with his groans as he slowly entered you.

One of his hands was on your cheek while the other one kept your legs on his waist so he could hit the angle he knew would make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"fuck baby" he growled softly, starting his slow but oh-so-deep pace as you gripped his shoulders.

That's the thing about Javier, he was always sweet.. gentle. when you first met him you thought he was gonna be another overworked man looking for a way to relieve some stress, but he was everything but.

He cared, maybe a dangerous amount.

"oh my god" you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I know baby, I know" he murmured, picking up his pace and sinking deeper inside of you.

He was mesmerized by your body underneath his, by your tits bouncing with his movements, by your lips between your teeth, by the way you shut your eyes once the feeling overwhelmed you.

He wanted to take a picture and keep it in his wallet, fuck, he wanted the sight to be tattooed inside his eyelids.

"god you're amazing" he whispered, dipping down to suck on your breasts as you moaned and whimpered.

"fuck, sweetheart" he breathed, coming back up to kiss your mouth.

Your moans filled the room, growing louder and louder until the creaks of the mattress couldn't be heard anymore.

"please" you begged in just a whisper "Please don't stop"

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of you near hyperventilating as he thrusted over and over again, lost in the feeling of you and everything you brought with you.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to baby" he groaned "You feel too good," he said.

"Oh my god!" you moaned, as pressure built in your belly and his cock stretched you so well "Right there Javi, right there" you whimpered "Please-" 

"come for me baby" he urges "Give me all you've got"

And just like that, you did, your back and neck arched from the bed as you let out what could only be described as an animalistic moan.

Javier forced himself not to blink so as not to miss a second of the artwork occurring beneath him.

He was so distracted by your beauty in fact, that he didn't remember to pull out, and it was only after you opened your eyes that he realized.

"oh shit" he whispered, worry taking over his face.

You smiled, still blissful "Don't worry" you reassured him, reaching your hand to stroke his cheek.

You moved some sweaty hair out of his face, and he did the same, a joyful smile finding its way on both your faces.

"You're incredible baby" he kissed you much more gently now

"you're not so bad yourself agent" you teased, giving him another quick peck before he halfheartedly pulled out and collapsed beside you.

His hand reached on the nightstand for his cigarettes, and he lighted one as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you close.

You rested your head on his chest as he took a drag before he offered it to you.

You accepted, inhaling and exhaling slowly before returning the cigarette.

You raised your head to look at him better 

"so what's going on?"

He hesitated before returning your look "Things are messed up right now" he answered vaguely

"aren't they always?"

"yeah" a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth again "but now ever more"

"mh" you hummed, contemplating "I'm sorry" you kissed his peck "I'm sure everything will be alright though, you're Javier Peña after all"

He chuckled drily at that " 'm not sure that's a good thing right now"

A small smirk tugged at your lips all of a sudden as a question came to you "If things are so messed up right now, you think it's a good idea to be here?"

"they can wait"

you snorted "Pablo Escobar can wait?"

"for you? " he said "The whole world can wait for you"

[kimhargreeves]

Ordinary World-Ken x Reader (Barbie 2023)

Summary: You've always been a one of a kind Barbie, like different things from the other girls and many considering you a bit odd. Most Barbies are the same, many of them have their own Ken but the Ken you've had your eyes on has been dating your best friend for years. (I know the movie isn't out but I had this in mind and had to write it! Wouldn't in a million years believe I would fall in love with a Ken doll.)

(I have in mind to do a series on the Barbie movie once it is out with Ken and Reader. So, I decided to write a one shot that'll be based on the series I am planning, this could be a part of the series though some parts may change. I am dying to see this new Barbie and Ryan Gosling as Ken. I myself am a goth and imagined the reader the same,but you can imagine her as you'd like. Though for the official version I think they will be a goth since I would find it cute for opposites to attract, style wise, etc.)

The world is perfect. Endless days of going around making errands and endless nights parting and every Barbie and Ken gathering around to have a fun time. The sky is always the perfect shade of blue with few clouds decorating it, every Barbie has it's perfect job and perfect home.

The streets decorated with green trees, beautiful colored flowers, pastel colored homes, and the relaxing beach with it's pale pink sand.

Always thriving to make their name known and perfecting every single thing, every Barbie is perfect, from head to toe.

Every Barbie has a Ken. Every Ken has a Barbie to show their devotion and love. Well..almost every Barbie.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

I heard the countless of Barbies waving and greeting at each other. I sat in the patio at my friend's home, she had invited me over since she wanted to throw a big party at night and I was helping her decorate the place up and organize many chairs and tables with their snacks.

Many Ken's and Barbie's would be arriving. I was done sketching on my notebooks and placed it inside my bag and continued to fill up what was rest of the pool.

"How is everything going?" Barbie asked joining me in the backyard again.

"The pool is almost finished, just a few snacks are left, choose the perfect mixtape and the party will be perfect." I answered her.

I stood tall and noticed Barbie staring at me. "Great! Everything always goes perfect. How is your job going?"

Barbie questioned making me take a step back and shake my head. "I..I.. it's complicated."

"You got fired didn't you?"

I hung my head low and felt ashamed. "Hey hey don't get all upset on me. You were probably too good for the job anyways."

"I feel horrible, Barbie. You are the most perfect person I've met, you have countless of jobs and can do anything. You've offered me many jobs and I'm just not good at it. I'll never be good at anything." I answer defeated since apparently I am not good enough for this world.

Barbie placed her hand on my shoulder making me look into her blue eyes. "No. You are a good person, (Y/N). You are my friend and I did agree on helping you in whatever you needed..You're just special is all."

"I'm different.."

"Different is good! See? I even call you by the name you chose instead of Barbie." I pout and sighed heavily and nodded my head slowly.

"You're not a burden, (Y/N). You can be whatever you want to be. Remember that."

I smiled a bit and looked back at her. "Right..let's focus on the party instead."

"Great idea! Now I have the perfect song list for the party, many friends will come over-"

Barbie definitely living a dream life. I wish I could be like her.

I am a Barbie who looks, acts and thinks differently than the rest. I chose my own name, go by my own rules, what kind of Barbie does that?

Every Barbie has it's dream house, dream career..a Ken.

Unlike them I can barely fit in a specific job, I don't own a huge house like most of them do, don't have plenty of close friends and I don't have a Ken. A companion, a lover to spend my days with them and have fun.

Every Barbie had a Ken and then there is me…

I've heard what many people have said behind my back, I'm a weird person I know. I tend to look at the dark side of life sometimes and can be a bit straightforward which leaves some people taken back from me.

I normally don't dress all cute or bright colors like the rest of the girls. I feel like I don't belong here at times.

I sometimes stay late at night wondering if outside of our Barbie world, there's more, maybe s lot more different. I will say I am more on the dreamer kind, wishing to know about more knowledge outside of here.

I've collected these books that I found a long time ago. Books that seem that wasn't made or written by someone here. There's one that has always fascinated me, it's called The Wizard of Oz. Sometimes I feel the main character of the book, Dorothy.

Being different from the rest and arriving at a strange world that seems too perfect to be true.

Aside from collecting rare items I also enjoy drawing, sketching or painting. I'm no where near perfect as the Barbie to specifies on art but I do my best.

I've sold a few around town since Barbie recommended my work to everyone, even President Barbie had a large portrait done by me in her office.

I'm not great with parties since I try to relax on my own and sketch everyone having fun. Tonight, I am planning to do the same and imagine myself in their scenario. In their perfect world.

"(Y/N)!." Barbie clapped her hands in front of me drawing my attention back to her.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Many guys will be here. Maybe, I can introduce you to a Ken." Barbie said winking and continuing to decorate the place.

"T-That won't be necessary. I'm not ready to date anyways, I'll just chill with Alan."

Aside from Barbie, I can say Alan is one of my closest friends as well, he's like a brother to me. He's unique anyways, there's just one him.

"You gotta have at least a bit of fun, I don't like seeing you sitting down at parties. Promise me you'll try at least."

I sigh and fake a smile at her, "I promise."

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

A song titled Girls Just Wanna Have Fun continued to blare through the speakers. Everyone was having lots of fun. Different shades of pink balloons adorned the backyard along with streamers and even a big piñata made in the shape of a large 'B'.

Even the refreshing drinks were pastel pink and blue colored. Barbie continued to dance along with the rest. I was sitting down by an empty table along with Alan who had a drink in his hand, "So, I asked her out and guess what she said?"

"What did she say?" I ask tilting my head and knowing exactly where this is going.

"She said yes! But, when I arrived at the cafe she wasn't there. She said she had an important meeting but we're definitely going out next week."

"Good for you, Alan." I held onto my sketchbook and continued to sketch the crowd.

"Don't you want to dance or something? You know if you're having trouble dating a guy, I can always be available for you." He awkwardly said earning a pat on his shoulder from me.

"Trust me you wouldn't want to date me. You deserve someone way better."

Alan hummed and stood up. "You're right."

"Ouch." I said not really hurt by his words but continuing to sketch.

"Well, if you need me I'll be..around." Alan quickly left leaving me on my own. I looked down at my creation and smiled when I saw how well and detailed I got everyone, I flipped the pages and landed on the one I was still finishing up.

"What you got there?" I shrieked and jumped in my spot, quickly closing my book and turning to face the familiar voice.

Ken. Barbie's Ken.

"N-Nothing! Just finishing up a project I was asked to do." I answered quickly and blushed when I looked into Ken's blue eyes and saw a charming smile spread across his face.

He looks so handsome up close! Perfect blue, eyes, perfect smile, perfect blonde hair and perfect bod-

"Cool. Can I see?" He asked all excited sitting in front of me now.

"No! I mean..You can't it's not ready yet." I said trying to come up with a lie.

"I'm not a critic by all means, but I'm sure you're doing a fine job as always." Ken said reaching over to place his hands on top of my book and I grabbed the she and began pulling it towards me and Ken did the same to try and look.

Sometimes Ken has a hard time of understanding when no means no. He's a goofball and kind of oblivious.

"Maybe just a tiny peek.."

"Ken, no!" I felt like I was speaking to a puppy, not understanding it's tricks.

"Come on, (Y/N). We're friends right? Friends gotta stick together and not hold any secrets between us."

I huffed annoyed by him but finding him extremely irresistible and cute when he acts this way. He knows his ways to charm me, well, that's what I like to think. I sat back and slid the notebook over to him.

"Yes!" He raised his fists and eagerly started to look through my sketches.

If onto he knew the truth about how I feel for him. I continue staring at him, my heart beating faster, growing nervous at what he would say once he sees my sketch of him. He'll find me weird and ask me why I drew him, he'll find out about my crush on him for sure!

Ken continued to flip thought he pages until one caught his eye. I sucked in air and was ready to hear his harsh words.

"Omg..Do I always look this handsome?" He questioned staring at the sketch and placing it right beside his face.

"You even got my nose right! Haha. Though I do say between him and me, I'm a lot more attractive."

My mouth nearly fell open. The reaction was unexpected, but what can I expect from Ken. "Is there a reason you chose me?"

"No, wait! It's because I'm your idol isn't it? It's nice to know I have a number 1 fan besides Barbie." Ken enthusiastically said and handed me my notebook back before deciding to sign his name on the same page.

Before I could grab onto the notebook Ken grabbed both my hands into his. Making me blush and surely painting my entire face red at the simple action.

Quickly I pulled my hands back and touched my cheeks trying to hide the blush on me. Ken looked surprised but didn't question it, he now chuckled and stared at me with his hand resting on his palm.

I need to a cold drink. I reached to grab a cup of pink lemonade and began to drink rapidly.

"You're honestly so talented, you just don't realize it. I know you don't like to call yourself a Barbie, but I'm surprised you haven't found a Ken or gotten married yet."

I spat my drink on him and started coughing. "Who's you okay?!" He jumped up when I did and I nodded my head.

"I'm fine! I-I'm so sorry, Ken!" I grabbed a couple of napkins and began to try to wipe his clothes since it was wet, which only made me feel his muscles instead. I blushed and pulled my hands back and apologized to Ken again.

He tilted his head looking at me weirdly. "Are you okay, (Y/N)? You're as pink as Barbie's car."

"I'm completely f-fine! But what about your shirt?" I ask concerned and Ken dug something out of a bag, another shirt and jacket, he brought along and changed right in front of me.

"I always keep spare clothes just in case things like this happen." Ken reached out to me and started to ruffle my hair.

"Don't get yourself to worried. Why don't we enjoy the party instead?" He smiled and I watched him excitedly run off to greet his girlfriend, Barbie. My best friend.

I remained staring at them and the rest enjoying themselves. They party and have fun like nothing else matters. I smiled sadly staring at Barbie and Ken dancing, I grabbed my sketchbook and started to leave the party.

Slowly the sound of music fading the more I continued to walk to my home. Hoping to someday at least someday matter to Ken, and for him to look at me different than just a friend.

[d-dalladalla]

Detective Shin

warnings : Smut idk what else u expect from me?

So this was requested by anon but for the life of me i can't find it in my requests or my drafts so if ur the one who requested a 1900s detective ryujin x fem fatale you have my heart <3

"Shin, this isn't a good idea." Yuna mumbled from under her hand. She stood infront of her desk, papers tossed onto the messy pile already covering it.

"This family…two murders in a year, unsolved. You're walking into a death trap." Yuna sighed, running her hands through her hair as Ryujin's eyes scanned over the paperwork. Police report after police report from nosy neighbours reporting another domestic between a young married couple. This family, rich assholes marry off their children to more rich assholes to keep the class division strong.

Their youngest daughter now married off to some asshole, living in their parents home and fighting like hell every night. Until they didn't and silence fell over the estate. Two weeks and neighbours started to talk, and now a mountain of missing person reports sat on Ryujin's desk and you were her number one suspect.

"I'm just asking a couple questions kid, don't worry. I can handle myself." Ryujin stood, pushing her desk chair out, reaching back to lift her coat off the chair's back and throwing it to drape over her shoulders.

"Plus, she's some rich doll too far up her own ass. I think I can handle my own."

Yuna turned around as Ryujin circled the desk and started towards the door, "Jus-just be careful please." Yuna retaliated.

"Trust me, I can handle her." Ryujin scoffed and went out the door.

House wasn't the right word. More like mansion in the realest way ever imagined. Large and gothic walls that gated the house, doors that stretched up to the ceiling and large stained glass windows.

So when you opened the door the juxtaposition of your small frame against the overwhelming house took Ryujin by suprise.

Surely this wasn't the right woman, Ryujin thought. Maybe this was a younger sister.

"Good evening ma'am, I'm detective Shin, I've been here to ask some questions regarding Mr Kim's dissapearance, are you the lady of the house?" Ryujing flashed her badge for moment letting her eyes follow your movement as you leant against the large door frame.

"That would be me yes," You mumbled out, "may I know who requested this little house call?" You sent a wink her way, trying your best to appear small.

"Some locals, not able to tell you details I'm afraid. May I come in?" Ryujing spoke shortly, not waiting for an answer as she stepped forward trapping you against the doorframe as she herdered you back into the house, closing the door behind her with a kick.

You tilted your head towards the longue, letting her follow behind and gesture for her to sit on the large couch, the room lit by the fire's dying embers.

"I'm afraid I dont have many help on tonight, your friends down at the station have taken them in for questioning…" You glared at her, words gritted out between your teeth.

Ryujin let her eyes flick up from her notebook, fiddling with the ink pen between her fore finger and thumb. She paused for a moment before speaking, letting her eyes trail down your figure. She didn't see you as a threat.

"That wasn't my decision ma'am, I am just a detective not a chief. Just routine questioning ma'am. Now do you mind if I ask some questions?" Ryujin let her eyes meet yours.

"Of course, detective."

"When was the last time you saw or heard from your husband?" Ryujin started scribbling down on her notepad.

"Two weeks ago, he said he had business in town, be two days and that was that." You spoke curtly, sitting opposite Ryujin in one of the large chairs.

"And you haven't had any contact with him since?"

"No."

"You're neighbours had reported fighting between yourself and your husband, had their been issues in your marriage for a while?" Ryujin looked up from her notepad once again. Her gaze was unreadable, but her eyes didn't leave yours.

"I don't see how that's your business detective." You bit back, your weren't one to be accused of such things. Who did she think she was, storming into your home and accusing you of murder.

"It's just routine questions miss, can I continue?" She spoke softly. You nodded.

"Did you ever suspect your husband of adultary?"

"…Yes." You grumbled out, letting your eyes fall away from Ryujin's and to the floor. You knew he was cheating on you. He knew you were too. There was no love in this marriage, simple arragments to keep both lineages happy.

"You could say detective, we both prefered other romantic ventures." You stood, letting yourself circle around the back of her chair. Pouring her a scotch before letting your arm drop to thee side of her and the drink resting above her hand before she shakily took it from yours and let it rest on her thigh.

"I'm afraid I don't follow miss." Ryujin trailed off, letting her coat jacket fall down her shoulders and pool around her hips on the couch.

"You're a smart one detective, I'm sure you could figure it out hmm?" You let your hands fall down to her shoulders giving them a soft squeeze and letting out a sigh before releasig them and sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Anymore questions detective?"

"a-ah yes, is-is there any where he would frequent, men's clubs? certain pubs?" She began to scribble in her notepad again.

"Oh he visisted the men's clubs alright." You laughed out, shuffling further up the couch, inches from where Ryujin's legs where. Letting your thigh brush against her own.

"Shall we cut the pleasentries detective?" you murmered out. "We both know I didn't kill him, a little thing like me? even you could over power me." You smirked under your breathe, standing and circling her once again before letting your hands falls back to her shoulders once again, squeezing once and then again and again. Breaking into a massage and smiling as she let out a soft moan.

"My my detective, so tense…you that worked up over me?" you hushed out, dropping your head down to be level with her ear.

"Miss…I-I don't know if this is appropriate-" She stammered out but stopped suddenly as your hand clamped down on her chin and quickly jutted it to turn to meet your eyes.

"Hush now detective. You think I did it huh?" You leaned in closer.

"I-I…"

"You're questions about my sex life don't seem appropriate." You whispered letting your lips graze against hers.

"I didn't mean anything offense miss."

"Oh I doubt that detective." you pushed forward the last teasing inches between the two of you. Letting your right hand stay stationary on her chin as her hands discarded the notebook in her lap and flung it out of sight. She clambered up onto her knees before letting her hands fall to your waist, the barrier of the couch now becoming obvious as she hoisted you over it and let your back hit the cushioned bottom.

Ryujin hovered above, her arms bracketing either side of your head and letting her lips devour your own. Not letting up for a sinlge breathe as you yanked your head away as your lungs started to burn.

Ryujin's lips started their attack down your neck, tongue slobbering and teeth nipping and sucking. She was relentless and unspeaking as her hands started to work their way down your body. Tracing down your sides before they stopped at your hips.

"Can I miss?" she mummered out, lips coming back to yours for the briefest of kisses.

A nod was all you could muster out, your mind fried and Ryujin gave a devilish grin before pushing your nightgown up to your midriff. Letting it bunch and letting her hands drop down to your panties. Smirking when her fingers found the soaked patch waiting for her.

"You been wanting this ma'am? thinking about me fucking you on your husband's couch?" she gritted out, voice gruff and filled with want. Her fingers quickly disregarding the fabric protecting the skin there and forcing two digits through your enterance.

"Jesus," You cried out before biting down on your bottom slip, the help would be back at some point tonight and the last thing they need to see is the lady of the house being fucked by the college of the detetive who just interrogated them for multiple hours on end.

"Be quiet," Ryujing murmered out, her finger beginning to pump at a relentless pace, it wouldn't take long for you to hit you peak, not with her.

Ryujin let her head fall down to the crook of your neck once more, fingers started to slam in and out of you as her tongue gave your neck a broad stripe, and her teeth pulled at the skin. She manouvered her hand, the palm beginning to press down harshly on your clit, not letting the pressure up as her fingers kept fucking in and out of you with a rapid pace.

"Oh God detective," you whined out, you were close, just-just need it harder. "Please, harder- harder fuck me harder." You might as well of yelled out as your hands that were circled around her neck pulled her further into you. The grip starting to burn in your upper arms.

"You want harder?" Ryujin smirked, her pace was unrelenting, her other hand placed on your lower back and forcing you to arch upwards into her body as you reached your climax.

Ryujin was speaking but as you came ono the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"God," you huffed out, your breath still not caught up.

"I think I may need to question you again soon ma'am. I don't think I got enough information this time round." Ryujin spoke. Her hand brushing the loose hair starting to gather around her eyes.

"Well of course, detective. We have to be thorough now don't we."

[annegris]

TL;DR: here you can get a Spock paper doll printout for free or make the world a better place and do something nice in return.

I've been thinking of ways to sell digital stuff like stickers and paper dolls online, but there's one problem: I live in Russia and therefore can't seem to find a way to actually get money from people all around the world. Which sucks, but it's not what this post is about.

So, after some thinking, I had an idea.

Here's a link to a pdf file with a Spock paper doll printout. It's free to download, just don't resell either the file or the doll (if I'm not getting paid for it, neither is anyone else, lol). Or you can download the pictures directly from this post.

And here's the catch: if you can, consider donating to a charity of your choice. My personal favourite is cancer research and treatment (my cousin had cancer and she lives because of these things, so), but you can choose for yourself, obviously. Also, you can take a look at Sera's post, where help is really needed. And no, you don't have to make a donation, especially if you don't have enough money. Actually, please don't donate money in such a case. If you feel uneasy about it, you probably can do something nice for someone you care about instead. Walk your spoonie neighbor's dog. Call your grandparents. Brush your cat. Take care of yourself. Or, if you're a generally healthy person, maybe try donating blood (if you haven't).

This way, you can have a Spock doll, and I can believe I've done something good (it's been long since I was able to support any charity consistently, so this is a nice way out). Everyone wins.

If you need more instructions, stick around. I'll be making one myself when my back lets me and I'll try to remember to take wip photos.

UPD.: instructions!!

UPD : Bones

[subliminalbo]

I used to tell myself that I wasn't like other girls. I know, gross cliche. But so sincere was I in my belief that I thought that it was the fundamental thing that made me Andrea Rubin.

Listen: I've never really been good with people. The transition to college was hard for me. I didn't like dressing up, I didn't like going out. Maybe I would convince myself from time to time that a hook up was a good idea, but a boy never did anything for me that I couldn't do better by myself.

You'd think that with all that time alone, I'd be on track to graduate with honors. Fuck, on track to graduate at all. But I was a shit student too. Not so much in the "peaked in high school, bounced out of college in sophomore year" way, but more so in a "super senior without a major" kind of way. Yeah.

My life before I started working for Dr. Fielding is what an academic advisor describes as "rudderless." A lot of single seat tickets at the college theater, nights spent locked in my room absorbing trivia by way of podcast.

I didn't mean to find my purpose in Dr. Fielding, but I didn't really have a choice, either. She has a way of reshaping things for you.

Alright, let's just call it what it is. I'm not her employee, I'm her slave. Once she's in your head, there's no escaping her. I exist now solely as an instrument of her will.

And yeah, it pisses me off. It pisses me off that she sets me free after every job. I have to live my life as if nothing's happened, waiting for the phone call that overrides everything else. All I need is to hear her voice on the other end of the line to drag me down instantly into her service.

I'm not the only one either. Dr. Fielding has favorite conquests. Like the crazy sorority president who brainwashed half of Greek life on campus, or that stage hypnotist who thought she could get the better of the doctor. Her favorites are the ones who fight even after they're under her power. Some of them fight like hell, and that's what makes the conquest worth it.

The vast majority are not fighters. I've seen dozens of patients enter Dr. Fielding's office and they all leave with that same expression on their faces. Empty, uncritical, obedient eyes. I see their faces and I know that it's exactly how I look when she's done with me.

How can I tell myself that I'm not like other girls when I'm not even a favorite? I've given up on fighting. I know that this power she holds over me is total and there is no escape.

I don't even know who Andrea Rubin is anymore. I am whoever Dr. Fielding needs me to be. She can dress me up like her doll and I'll crave to be played with. If she needs me to be an honor student I'll pick up a textbook. If it's a brainless bimbo, I'll empty my head and fill my mouth.

The scariest part of all of this is that I lose more of myself every time she puts me under. It gets harder to go home after work. I want to be me. I want to be hers. My only pleasure is in serving her. I am nothing without my purpose. I'm nothing without her direction. I am nothing without...

Fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you, Dr. Fielding! Oh god, fuck!

Fuck.

fuck.

Okay, breathe in, long exhale.

Jesus, I've got to get my shit together before I actually lose it completely.

[changingplumbob]

Shay McClain - Hopeful Bachelorette

Entry for Mad About Dodo by @akitasimblr

Tell us a bit about yourself. What do you do to keep busy? How would your friends describe you?

Okay, well, hi, I'm Shay. I never really fit in at school so after graduation while all my classmates headed to university I wanted something different. I've always liked making stuff so I was looking at getting into carpentry and then one of my dads had the best idea. They both know I love adventure and exploring so they suggested I travel and volunteer with organizations like Habitat for Humanity. I do a bit of carpentry when I'm home to keep the funds up. But yeah I travel the world getting to see cool places, surfing and mountain climbing, and putting my hands to good use making homes for people. Most of my friends are people I've met through that and they'd probably say I'm confident, my dads would probably say over confident, have a passion for making things, especially out of junk but in my defense people throw a lot away too quickly, and... just... a lust for life. But have you looked around? There's beauty in everything.

And why have you applied for Mad About Dodo?

My dad's are worried I'll die alone so have been trying to sort out a way for me to meet people, of course they can't exactly organize a blind date for me when we're in different continents. Don't get me wrong, I would like love in my life, it's kind of the piece that's missing you know. Anyway they sent me the entry details and I have to admit, Dodo is cute. Not that I would just apply because of an attractive person but I was reading about how he's tried other challenges before and I admire his perseverance to keep trying. That's what we have to do at the job sites. So if he's looking for someone to sweep him off his feet I'll do my best.

What do you think of your outfits?

I'm happy they're not just draping us in leaves and calling it a day. I think we've managed to pull together some stuff that'll fit in on an island. But why did we do a cold weather outfit? Aren't islands warm?

How do you see yourself getting on with other competitors?

I've honestly no idea. But I can tell you right now they better keep their pranks away from me. Seriously, a joke that's made at the expense of someone else isn't a joke. Learn how to be funny without punching down.

If you're the kind of person that can spot the good things in life I think we'll get on. I do hate small talk though, let's get to the good juicy stuff! Life's too short to be commenting on the weather constantly.

Tell us about some of your likes and dislikes

Well like I said I really like making stuff. I enjoy fabricating but my favourite is when I can carve stuff like sculptures or furniture. I'm also big into fitness, I like to keep myself in shape. I like yoga to even if I can't balance right half the time.

Dislikes... juice fizzing. I'm not going to go into detail but I had a bad experience. Mischief obviously, I'll crack jokes anytime you like but don't expect me to tie you to a voodoo doll. Programming is also something I just find boring as well as research, so it really is best that I didn't go to university.

What are you looking forward to?

Getting to know Dodo. Hopefully he can be more than a friend. I'm also looking forward to testing out my survival skills. I think they're pretty good with the work I've done but you never know until you're in the situation I guess. But yeah, mainly getting to see if this guy is the one for me, if I can be the one for him.

What are you dreading?

Sunburn! And walking around not realizing I've been pooped on by a bird.

I know most people would probably say lack of bedding and plumbing but I've gone without them before, I can handle going without them again.

Do you have a message for Dodo?

Hey Dodo, if you want someone who can work wonders with their hands I'm here *laughs* No, I'm kidding, please don't tell him I said that. Umm... Hi Dodo, I'm looking forward to building this next part of my life with you in it. See you on the island!

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[divinehedons]

you write THE BEST dark fics like oh golly you execute it with such poise and charm 🫵 i saw you're looking for drabble ideas so i've been wondering.. what are your thoughts on jealous joel miller?! just him being disgustingly jealous that it's consuming him. oh that paired with the miscommunication trope.. i'm salivating..

side note: this emerged as i was mulling over bacon and eggs in my sleepy, migraine-y brain :'D

ann, you're an actual angel and i love you wtf! thank you for bringing pstar!joel into our lives, and i hope you enjoy! nsfw and dark themes (stalking(??), possessiveness) under the cut!

joel miller and the five stages of envy

i think it's very rarely that joel miller feels envy. he's an adult, for god's sake, and he knows you better than you know yourself. so when that insatiable head of envy turns to him, it's something that he does not take lightly.

it always begins with the seedling of doubt. when you don't kiss him the moment you see him. when he has to call your name for a moment or two before you finally look to him with all your attention. he'll try to reason with himself. maybe you were just tired. maybe you were just stressed. he'll take you to his arms and kiss your temple sweetly, as if his lips could take away whatever was distracting you from him.

however, his envy would only persist with confirmation. one scapegoat to explain everything, no matter how false. one time it had been your childhood friend. another time, it was your boss. whoever or whatever it was, he becomes hyperaware of the inconsistency. he'd ask you in bed, moments before you fall asleep. "any plans, doll?" you'd mumble something, seeing christopher tomorrow, or something else so innocent. it'll haunt him. images of you in someone else's arms, fucked open by fingers that were not his own. he'd lean down and kiss the crook of your neck. "don't have too much fun, darlin'."

in the morning, he'll try to rationalize it. you're a grown person, he trusts you. of course you can have friends of your own. it's not enough. it was never enough. when you kiss his cheek and run out the door, he takes a deep breath, counts to a thousand, before opening his eyes. of course he has to do something

then, there was escalation. suddenly it was him sitting three tables away, your back to him, watching the way this "friend" smiles and laughs with you. he doesn't find it twisted, doesn't find it troubling. you were just so precious, of course you needed someone to keep an eye on you. and of course he was the one to do it. you're all his. he's not going to let some sleezy boy get all over you that easily.

so, then, conclusion is inevitable. he reacts. he shoots up from the table, trying to ignore the pounding of the vein on his temple as he approaches your table, wrapping an arm so easily around your shoulder. he makes a quick, flimsy excuse to pull you out of your chair and into the nearest restroom, forehead creasing as you try and derive answers from him.

"what the fuck, joel? i was having a good time-"

"is that what'cha call it, doll? whorin' around some guy like you're not mine?" he growls, large hand pinning you by your neck to the nearest wall. you stammer, try to explain, try to free yourself. "guess i don't remind you enough that i own you, sweet girl."

"it wasn't like that. he was just-"

your words fall short when you feel his fingers up your skirt, pushing your panties aside to fuck two into you, making your breath hitch and your eyes glaze over. true pavlovian response. as if the feel of his fingertips, and only his fingertips, was enough to silence your protestations.

it was easier this way, anyway: reminding you of just who you belonged to when you're crying for his cock while he smirks down at you. you always come back for him, anyway.

"that's it, doll. have i made myself perfectly clear to ya?"

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi I had an interesting idea about barbie and the reader dating. Then everything goes wrong for her in the barbie world so she, y/n and Ken go to the real world. Y/n notices Ken being weird so follows him back to barbie land where they are brains washed to date another barbie and when barbie comes back with the humans. Then she notices all the change and tries to bring y/n back and it’s a happy ending and barbie and y/n live in the human world together adopting a pet dog

Ooo felt like I was writing almost the whole movie, but I enjoyed doing this request!!

Hope ya'll enjoy it, too <3

.........

"So let me get this straight..you had thoughts of dying last night, woke up with morning breath and terrible breakfast, fell from your dreamhouse, and got flat feet, too?

"Pretty much..." Barbie sighed as her gaze shifted away from yours, looking down to her hands resting in her lap. "Thank you for not freaking out."

"Of course, I know that won't help your situation." You nodded in understanding, although you were unable to hide your growing frown of concern.

It was most unusual not to see that perfect smile on your girlfriend's face as you always did. Every day and every night she wore it with pride, and it made her radiate with such confidence.

Now there was nothing but doubt and worry written all over her expression--negative emotions you didn't even know were possible for her to have.

She's Stereotypical Barbie, while you were just [Y/n]--a doll created as an alternative partner to Ken. Even though there's only one of you in all of Barbieland, it never bothered you or her one bit.

There was also Midge, Allan, Skipper, and others who were also unique dolls that you were close friends with.

And of course, you were friends with other Barbies and Kens, too...but Stereotypical Barbie was the one you loved most and looked forward to seeing every morning and every girls' night.

Yes, she convinced the other Barbies to let you hang out with them, and you felt honored.

For the longest time, it's always been this way.

Just you and her together, happily in love in this magical land with seemingly no problems or fears...

But then all of that suddenly changed.

Next thing Barbie knew, she was in your house, talking to you about all these troubling experiences she's had lately. Some of the other Barbies knew, although when they suggested she went to see Weird Barbie, she became afraid and ran to you for advice instead.

She didn't know how you'd react to seeing her slowly becoming "imperfect", but you were calm and collected as you listened to her concerns.

Part of her hoped that you would've disagreed and said there's a better solution to this--but unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.

"Are you sure there's nothing else we could do?" She muttered in disappointment. "Is she really our only option?"

"Yes, but honestly she's not all that bad. I've actually met her myself once-"

"You have?? When??" She interrupted with a horrified gasp, although the annoyed look you gave her made her shrink back. "Sorry, go on."

"Listen, I don't know what they've told you..but I don't think we should be calling her "weird" right to her face." You tried reasoning. "For years we've been judging her too harshly. She was a Barbie once, too, you know...like you and the Madame President."

"Right...once. Now she lives in that creepy house up in the mountains and never talks to anyone." She shuddered.

"I know, but....um...Barbie?"

"I heard her legs are broken and that only started when she got flat feet.."

"Barbiiie-"

"Oh no...what if that happens to ME one day? What if I fall from my dreamhouse and break-??!"

"Barbie!"

"What is it?!"

"....your hands are doing that thing again.." You reached over to take her hands into yours, frowning slightly as you felt them trembling.

Only then did Barbie realize it, too, and felt silent. She was ashamed that you were watching her fall apart like this. You never should have to see her like this.

"I don't know what's happening to me, [y/n]...but I want this to stop. It has to stop."

"And that's why we should go see her as soon as possible." Letting one of her hands go, you reached up to cup her cheek, making her look directly at you. "I know you value your independence, but..would you feel better if I came along with?"

Her bright blue eyes remained wide, although seeing your comforting smile brought her some ease. And eventually her shoulders relaxed a little, as she nodded, mirroring your expression.

"Yes, I'd like you to come with me..thank you."

"Of course, darling." You kissed her cheek in reassurance. "I'll always be here for you. We'll figure this out together."

...........

The journey to Weird Barbie's home was long.

And not just because of the stairs leading up to it, but also because of the added challenge of Barbie wobbling in her high heels. She found them suddenly uncomfortable and groaned about not bringing comfier shoes.

You just helped her if she needed it...although in trying to make sure she didn't trip, you yourself nearly slipped on a tiny brown pellet.

Of course that was courtesy of Tanner, the discontinued dog doll, who appeared around the corner the moment he heard your voice. He greeted you with a bark, nuzzling his nose against your hand.

You smiled lightly and patted his head. "It's good to see you, too, boy."

He didn't have his owner around anymore, so he's been living here under Weird Barbie's care--despite her never bothering to clean up the "pellets" all around. You would've taken him home, but didn't think your girlfriend would approve.

After he went away, you spotted Weird Barbie coming out of hiding. She was thrilled to see you again...but looked confused when she realized you weren't alone and brought Stereotypical Barbie with you.

Eventually, she explained that there was a tear in the portal between Barbieland and the Real World, caused unknowingly by both Barbie herself and her doll's owner--and this could only be mended if she went there and found them.

The idea of leaving this place behind and see humans for the first time was a frightening prospect, for sure...but you convinced her this was the only way forward.

If either of you hoped to get things back to normal, she had to go.

You were surprised when she asked you to come along, although you were actually quite curious about humanity and figured it would be an interesting adventure.

Before long, you two departed from Barbieland in her pink convertible after the other dolls gathered around for a little "going-away" party, bidding you good luck on your trip.

There was only one other problem...

Beach Ken had snuck into the backseat, scaring you half to death.

Of course, you should have expected that.

He was one of the Kens that you were closest friends with, always supporting him when he does his "beach" job and hanging out at your place if Barbie was busy.

Before you came around, he was created for her specifically, although she never seemed interested in him. So he'd just admire her from afar and try to impress her at every opportunity.

Then when you entered the scene and won her heart so effortlessly, Ken settled with becoming your "wingman" for dates and such, still wanting to be valued as a friend (if not Barbie's boyfriend).

Yet you never noticed his longing, lingering stares and pouts whenever you took her attention away from him...and he often imagines himself in your place.

Of course, though, he respects Barbie first. He'd never think to cross any lines lest he upset either of you, and he assured you that he's simply coming along for the ride as "support".

You three have done a lot together in Barbieland.

Might as well add "Journey to the Real World" to that ever-growing list.

..........

Upon arriving to the human world, in a place called "Venice Beach", you realized it was quite....confusing, for a lack of a better term.

You, Barbie, and Ken were rollerblading through the crowded park, looking around at the humans who were either skating, walking, or staring at you three. Most minded their business, but others seemed to be bewildered by your brightly-colored outfits.

Some even outright laughed...and not the way that made you or Barbie feel good or confident.

Right away you could feel your girlfriend's growing discomfort as she squeezed your hand and asked why the men were looking at her so strangely.

You didn't know why, either..but you didn't like it one bit.

Ken, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to both of your feelings--almost relishing in the attention he was getting from both men and women alike.

That concerned you as well, especially since you had to drag him away from the construction workers after he bragged about having "all the genitals".

He knew that dolls didn't have them...right?

"Ken, I don't think we had to tell them that. Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better, why do you ask?" He looked at you with the most innocent smile.

You huffed. 'There's no way he can be this blind to what's going on....'

Before you could give him an answer, you saw some random dude laughing with his friends, before he hushed them and started creeping up behind Barbie.

You didn't know his intentions, so you got between them, scowling. "Can I help you?"

He froze, his eyes going to yours, and then back to her. "Damn, is that your girl?"

You blinked. "Um...yeah? My girlfriend, if that's what you mean."

"Wow...she's so hot." He couldn't stop gawking, not even looking at you anymore. "Did you buy her that outfit? I bet she's totally smoking under-"

You had absolutely no idea what overcame you in that moment.

But you suddenly wanted this jerk to shut up forever.

So you punched him in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. Blood gushed from his nose as you heard Barbie and Ken screaming behind you in horror.

Only then did you realize what you've done..and it freaked you out just as much:

You attacked a human being out of pure rage.

Since when were you capable of doing that?

In the moment, it felt good to defend your girlfriend from this stranger's unwanted comments, but the screams of your fellow dolls attracted a lot of attention from other people at the park..

Including several nearby police officers.

.............

After getting arrested twice--once for something called "unprovoked assault" and another for stealing western outfits from an outside clothing shop..

You've come to the conclusion that the Real World kinda sucked.

Of course, you expected a lot of obstacles to overcome, but Weird Barbie never informed you of these specific perils.

The only reason you haven't thrown in the towel yet was because Barbie refused to. She was desperate to find her owner and fix this mess, but obviously running around like a headless chicken wasn't bringing her any closer to them.

Plus she was sick of getting arrested.

Eventually you went to a bus stop, where she sat down and said she'll try to clear her thoughts. Maybe it will help her "see" where this child could possibly be.

You didn't mind waiting with her, although you noticed Ken fidgeting with the fringes on his shirt and looking all around, clearly bored.

"You can go on a walk, [y/n]. I don't mind."

You glanced at Barbie. "Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I just...need a little bit of space right now." She sighed. "I don't wanna be here any longer than we have to. I feel really awful about all of this and-"

"Hey, it's gonna be fine." Sitting beside her, you briefly removed your hat so you could peck her on the lips--a small reminder that you're still here for her no matter what. And when you pulled away, you saw a tiny smile adorn her features.

It was different from the bigger ones she wore back in Barbieland, but for some reason..

You liked this new smile better.

Ken saw it, too, and for a brief moment it made him feel a strange sensation in his chest.

Like a light and dull pain.

'Why couldn't she look at me that way-?'

"Don't think too hard, darling."

"I'll try not to. You can take Ken if you want. Make sure he doesn't get lost."

He snapped out of his thoughts and pouted at her words. "Hey, I can find my own way around!"

"Okay." You turned to him, putting your hat back on. "Where are you gonna go, then?"

"...are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

He blinked owlishly, silent.

Defeated, you just sighed and gestured to a random direction. "Let's go this way. But not too far."

Ken nodded in agreement and started walking with you side-by-side, although you quickly noticed that he kept staring back at Barbie, refusing to pay attention to what's ahead of him--

Such as the middle-aged lady and her dog that he nearly bumped into.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't see you-" He began to trip over his own words, until she gazed back at him with the kindest smile.

"Oh it's okay, sweetie. Thank you for apologizing. Truly." She chuckled softly. "Most men your age just bump past me without even saying a word. Guess chivalry isn't dead, after all."

For a moment, Ken stood there with his jaw dropped.

Not only was she respecting him, but she called him "sweetie" and thanked him for the simple act of apologizing??

He didn't know what "chivalry" was, but it must have been a good thing if she was still smiling at him while saying that word.

He would've cried right there and then had it been Barbie speaking to him that way, although since this was only a human woman he just smiled and tipped his hat.

"Of course, my good lady." He answered smoothly. "Thank you for respecting me."

You raised an eyebrow at the bizarre trance your friend seemed to be in, although you noticed the lady's golden labrador coming up to you. The tag on his pink collar jingled as he looked up at you, wagging his tail and panting.

Suddenly all your focus was on this lovely creature as you kneeled down. "Hi, buddy." You cooed, a big smile on your face.

"Oh don't mind Tanner, here." She chuckled, setting the leash down to allow him more free reign. "He's a blind old bat, but he loves meeting new people..even if he can't see them too well."

"...did you say Tanner?" You looked up at her, surprised. "As in..?"

"Yes, the dog that came with that Barbie playset they discontinued. It was the closest thing I had to owning a pet as a little girl. I just..can't find it in my heart to sell it, y'know?"

"I understand. And how long...have you had this one for?"

"I actually adopted him a year ago. They said he's been waiting for somebody for a long time." She frowned slightly. "It's sad, really..how everybody loves dogs until they're no longer excited little puppies. Then they just get dumped at the nearest shelter to spend the rest of their days alone."

"That really happens? How horrible..." You muttered, feeling your heart sink with distraught.

"It is, but Tanner's lucky I saw him. He reminded me so much of my childhood that...I just had to take him home."

You were immediately cheered up by her story, and you put your attention back on the gold lab. He sniffed your hand, curious, and you decided to pet him on the head. His tail began wagging more in excitement, and it made you grin from ear-to-ear.

You've seen several other dogs being walked by humans, some tall and lanky, others intimidating with sharp teeth, and a few that were small enough to fit inside expensive purses.

But even though this one had gray strands of fur, wrinkles on his face, and cloudy-looking eyes that were all clear signs of old age....you still adored him.

And the fact he was named after Tanner, a Barbie companion still appreciated by a human adult who never truly outgrew her childhood...

It just melted your heart and restored your faith in the Real World.

"You're a good boy, Tanner." The words just tumbled from your lips as you continued petting him "I hope you live a long and healthy life."

"Oh he's in great health, the vet said so." The woman chuckled. "Aside from the...occasional IBS issues."

"Awh." You pouted a little, although you sprung to your feet with renewed energy. "Sorry. I just..never got to see a real dog up-close before. Thank you. This was an amazing experience."

"Sure thing, dear. By the way....where did your boyfriend go?"

"Oh he's not my.....wait...."

You panicked, eyes darting all around before you eventually spotted Ken walking into a busy district of the city, vanishing into the crowd.

"Crap! KEN!!!"

Racing to catch up to him, you had to push past several people, frustrated that he decided to run off without telling you beforehand.

Did the dog really bore him that much?

Eventually you did catch up to him--only to find out that the white cowboy hat you've been following for several blocks was someone else entirely.

So now it was you who was lost.

Oh, the irony.

You became anxious, wondering where on Ruth's pink earth he could've gone-

"[Y/N]!!!"

Suddenly hearing his voice, you looked to see Ken running towards you with the biggest grin plastered onto his face, nearly tripping down the stairs of the building behind him. It seemed like he walked out of it with an epiphany of his own, and you wondered what it was.

"There you are! You scared me!" You sighed in relief. "Look, I have something to tell you-"

"Me, too!"

"Wait..let's head back to Barbie in case she has anything to tell us."

"Right, right! She has to hear this! C'mon! I'll race you back!" He challenged.

You just smirked, fixing your hat. "You're on."

And with you getting the headstart, you two ran back to the bus stop to inform Barbie of what you've discovered on your walk.

It seems she also had something super important to tell you, too, and you all spoke at the same time:

She discovered the school where her owner is right now.

You discovered the beautiful connection between humans and pets.

Ken discovered that men ruled the world.

.........

It all spiraled downhill so fast.

After Ken's odd behavior became more noticeable the longer you've spent in the Real World, you decided to continue keeping an eye on him while Barbie went to meet her owner.

She seemed more confident in herself, reassuring you that she knew what she was doing and promising to see you back in Barbieland once everything was resolved.

So you weren't too worried about her anymore..

It's Ken who you began to worry for, if anything.

You didn't quite understand his recent obsession with the patriarchy and horses. He found books on them at the library and cradled them like prized possessions, showing you them and rambling on and on about what he read.

Then you followed him around as he tried finding jobs he was unqualified for, thinking it would be easy since he was a man. You had to awkwardly pull him away from tense situations before he got himself arrested again. Especially at the hospital.

You didn't know where this new attitude came from, but you feared that his exposure to the Real World was taking a toll on him.

So you headed back to Barbieland together.

He couldn't shut up about the things he discovered regarding men and their power, but part of you felt bad that he barely got his own voice back in your plastic world.

He was always either ignored or shutdown, or some other Ken spoke over him.

And so you let him talk..

Little did you realize that would be your worst mistake yet.

You gave him an inch, and he took a mile.

Soon enough he began talking over you, taking control of the vehicles needed to cross between the two worlds despite having never driven them before, and yet you never protested once.

By the time you both arrived back home, you've inadvertently allowed him to drill these thoughts into your brain until they were all you could think about..

No longer could you think for yourself.

Even Ken was confused when you began agreeing with everything he said, but he suggested telling the other Kens about what he found...and you obliged in helping him spread the word.

They all became "enlightened" as you both opened their eyes to the opportunities the Real World gave men that they were so deprived of..

It wasn't long before they staged a rebellion against the Barbies--against Barbieland Constitution itself, vowing to change society to benefit only them: the Kens.

Next thing you knew, you were living in the land of Kendom as a shell of your former self, dating a Barbie.

Not the Stereotypical one you've loved long before coming to the Real World, but a totally different one that you've only known for half a day.

Ken--who had completely transformed his looks into that of a macho wrestler, movie star, and rock star all rolled into one--convinced you that this was your Barbie all along, and you agreed with his every word.

You had forgotten everything before this.

You forgot the promises you made to Stereotypical Barbie when she first came to you with her problems.

You forgot how you kicked that perverted man to the ground until he bled to defend her.

You forgot that sweet lady and the real-life Tanner and the wonderful connection they shared.

You forgot who you were actually fighting for.

And that was your one true love.

Speaking of whom, Barbie arrived back later on with Sasha and Gloria. Although it was the tween girl who used to own her, it was actually the mother who unknowingly gave her those existential feelings in the first place. She thought to show them what her world was like and have you meet them.

But she was nothing short of confused and horrified at what has become of Barbieland:

The Barbies were suddenly servants and girlfriends who were weaker in power, existing solely to please their Kens, no longer holding their previous jobs. Her own dreamhouse had become something called a "Mojo Dojo Casa House" as Ken called it, decked out in all things horse-related along with TVs, sports equipment, and minifridges--ruining any and all "dreamy" aspects of it.

And to make matters worse...

She couldn't find you anywhere.

She became hysterical, demanding to know where you were and why everyone was acting so weird, while Ken just didn't seem to care anymore and reassured her you were "chill"....whatever that meant.

He thought he finally had her all to himself.

Yet he didn't feel any better.

But he thought she was the one in the wrong here--for not wanting to be with him and snapped at her, asking what made you so special.

The tension continued to escalate, eventually ending with him storming to the top floor of the house, throwing many of her cherished outfits off the balcony.

Suddenly, it all became too much for her to handle.

Everything she knew and loved was now destroyed, and she began to sob uncontrollably despite Gloria and Sasha's best attempts to console her.

Nothing they said made her feel any better as she plopped down onto the lawn.

She needed you.

Only you could make her feel better.

And before long, her prayers were seemingly answered as she heard your voice.

"Who's calling my name? Is that Barbie?"

Through blurry vision, she looked to see you walking towards her, annoyed and confused at the same time. She gasped, quick to jump up and run over to you, nearly tackling you to the ground in a tight hug as she buried her face into your chest.

"[Y/n]..!! I-I...I missed you so much!! Everything's WRONG here!!" She wailed. "A-And I'm so scared and I'm feeling all these horrible emotions a-and I'm sorry I-!!"

"I'm sorry, but can you let me go?"

She fell silent, pulling away to look at you in confusion.

"Wh-What..? [Y/n], it's....me. Your Barbie."

"....."

The longer she stared into your eyes, the more she began to realize...

You weren't yourself.

There was no love, no recognition, no worry in those eyes of yours--nothing except you staring at her like she was a crazy person, prying her arms off of you.

"You must be mistaken, sweetie. You're his Barbie." You gestured up to Ken, who was currently being consoled by another Ken, unwilling to get up from the floor. "I don't know why you guys fought, but there's no need for that. You two should make-up and love each other."

"....what..?" Her voice cracked. "No, that's...WE loved each other! You helped me when I-I started having all these problems...and you're telling me you remember NONE of that?!! What did he do to you?!!"

Just as you were about to answer, you heard your "new girlfriend"'s voice calling out from behind you.

"Babe? Who is that?"

Immediately, Barbie's nonexistent stomach dropped upon seeing a different blonde Barbie walking over to you. And she began crying as your hands left hers in favor of going to the other doll, linking arms with her instead.

"Don't worry, darling...just this Barbie trying to scare me." You huffed. "I think she needs to see Doctor Ken...or Therapist Ken."

She could only weep helplessly, finally realizing that you were brainwashed like all the other dolls.

And if that didn't add salt to the wound...then you being brainwashed into dating another Barbie was.

Why did Ken do this?

Was he jealous of what you two had?

"No! She's not your Barbie!! I was!! You said you'd always be there for me, [y/n]!! You PROMISED!!!" She screamed in sorrow as she collapsed back onto the lawn, yet you looked at her with such a distant gaze.

But a part of your expression seemed...saddened, although it was quick to go away when the Barbie beside you kissed your cheek.

"You seem tense. Do you wanna go back inside the mojo dojo casa house?"

"I do. I heard the Kens are gonna put on the Godfather. Did you know it has multiple parts?" You looked at her with a sparkle in your eyes, now completely ignoring the bawling woman in front of you.

"Oh for real? Then what are we waiting for??"

Nodding, you went back into the house, while Barbie ultimately gave up as she watched you walk away and out of her life.

The only strength she had left was used to roll onto her stomach and lay there in a deep depression, completely defeated now.

Why did she ever take you to the Real World?

............

The sun was shining high above Kendom, and you and Barbie were heading out to your daily outings.

That is...going to consult a Ken on something related to your smartphones. You two have been having technical problems, but of course neither of you were going to figure it out on your own.

You needed help from the tech-savy Ken.

He was glad to help guide you through the whole process, explaining every single step to your girlfriend in helping her troubleshoot the issues.

You waited patiently, smiling as you looked all around at the Kens going on jogs and driving their Barbies around in cool black trucks and blue cars, listening to the manliest country music and rock songs on the radios.

Ken was right.

Things were better this way.

This is what paradise looked like.

Then out of nowhere-

You were snatched up by someone and dragged away, a hand covering your mouth when you tried calling out to your Barbie for help. But she and Tech Ken were blissfully unaware of your kidnapping.

You were thrown into the back of a pink truck and locked in, seeing Allan, Weird Barbie, the humans, and a few other dolls surrounding you, all wearing pink jumpsuits.

But the Barbie in front of you looked most familiar...

Then you realized it's that crazy one from before.

Before you could even utter a single word to her....Gloria began talking first, and you couldn't help but listen in total silence as she told you some affirming things about the broken system you've been so compliant with, how you've lost yourself and who you were as [y/n]....

"...and finally, Barbie said you were fascinated with the connection humans had with their pets. You talked about a dog you met in the Real World. What was his name?"

"........."

"[Y/n], please try to remember..for yourself....for us." Barbie spoke in a gentle and firm tone, taking your hands into hers and squeezing them. She never broke eye contact with you as she hoped you'd finally wake up and come back to her.

This worked with all the other Barbies...

It has to work with you, right?

"Try to remember. You said he was a sweet old golden labrador, right? What was his name?"

"...it was...Tanner." You murmured. "I remember seeing..lots of dogs. Big and small, old and young..and...."

Suddenly, you stopped talking and blinked several times.

It's like somebody had pushed the reset button on your body.

You looked up and around once more, and then back to your girlfriend-

Wait..

You knew who this woman was!

And she was here!

You've never been more relieved to see her beautiful face.

"[Y/n]..?"

"Barbie.." Your smile returned, stretching from ear-to-ear as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing softly. "Y-You're here! I thought I lost you..."

"I've been right here the whole time." She whispered, embracing you as you both cried together and held each other closely. "God, it's so good to have you back."

She pulled you into a tender kiss, showing you how relieved she was to have you in her arms again.

Gloria and the other girls could only smile and applaud. Even Allan began crying at the beautiful display of affection you two shared.

After you parted, you rested your forehead against her own, sighing. "I'm so sorry for whatever I said. It was a mistake to follow Ken back here...I should've been there for you when you needed me-"

"It's alright, you had good intentions. But we're gonna fix the mess he made of this place."

"How?"

"We have a plan that we're gonna enact tonight before the Kens permanently change the constitution," she explained. "But first we need to help all the other Barbies wake up. Are you in?"

You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Is that even a question?"

With the snap of your fingers, your previous attire was swapped with a pink jumpsuit, complete with your own flashy pair of sunglasses.

You felt like a brand new person.

An empowered person.

"Let's get to work, ladies and Allen."

.......

Sure enough, the Barbies' plan to take back this world was a smashing success.

With your help, they managed to reinstate their ruling by manipulating the Kens into fighting amongst themselves on the shores of the beach.

Jealousy is what fueled their war, and it distracted them long enough for you to go to the Pink House and vote to keep the constitution the same as it always was.

It belonged to the Barbies.

And you were there, cheering and hugging your girlfriend as she soon found the courage to join in the excitement, jumping up and down for joy.

The hardest part was done.

Then you helped restore her dreamhouse to its former self...for the most part. Some of the horse decor still remained for now, although it was finally starting to look more dreamy than "mojo dojo".

All that was left now was for the Kens to come and realize their defeat.

When they arrived into the neighborhood, with Beach Ken leading the pack, they were shocked when President Barbie touted the girls' victory over them, proudly dropping an "F-bomb" (as the Real World called it).

You smiled and held Barbie's hand closely, admiring the yellow sun dress she picked out for herself. She never looked more stunning and powerful.

Yet when you two looked back to Ken, he seemed completely lost on what to do now....no longer being that cocky and confident prick he made himself into.

"Kens!!!" He rallied his fellow male dolls together, having them form some kind of shield as they linked their arms together in one final show of rebellion and defiance.

You were bewildered at this display, unsure why they were still trying to fight a battle they knew they lost.

"Who are we attacking, sir?" One Ken asked him nervously.

But he couldn't find the answer to that question, as his eyes fell directly onto you and Barbie for a few moments.

All he could do was stare at you two...

The people he hurt the most in all of this.

All of the sudden, he began wailing uncontrollably, abandoning the other Kens and fleeing into the dreamhouse.

Everyone was puzzled and concerned, especially as you heard sobbing echoing from within the building not long after he disappeared.

"Is he crying..?" The President questioned.

"We'll..see what's up with him." You looked to Barbie, who nodded wordlessly as you both headed inside the dreamhouse.

It didn't take you long to find Ken laying facedown on the bed upstairs, using the mattress to muffle his sobs.

While neither of you believed it was fair for him to have this overly-dramatic meltdown when he took so much away from you and Barbie (including your relationship) in the first place, you began to realize that maybe he didn't want to do any of this.

There had to be a reason he stopped fighting back.

"Ken?" Barbie kneeled down on the mattress, cautiously placing a gentle hand on his back. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..totally.." He mumbled, giving a thumbs up despite his sniffles and shaky voice betraying him.

"It's okay if you're crying. You know, we cried a lot, too..and it's actually kind of amazing." Barbie looked to you, and you nodded in agreement.

"It helped us feel a lot better." You awkwardly patted his head in comfort as his body shuddered with quieter sobs and pathetic sniffles. "There, there. Just let it all out."

"Thank you...you guys have liberated me. I-I know crying's not weak anymore."

"Mhm."

Eventually, you convinced Ken to sit up so you three could properly talk about your feelings. Because there was obviously a LOT of things under the surface that needed resolution. Things that he kept hidden from you deep down that needed to come to light.

Both you and Barbie listened as he explained that he actually hated being in charge of everything, and that he lost interest in patriarchy when it wasn't what he thought it was. But he felt forced to keep up the act.

He also admitted that he let this painful emotion--recognizing it as "jealousy"--consume him too much, hence why he tried putting you with a different Barbie. He was convinced it was the only way to make him feel seen..

Instead, all it did was tear apart whatever good you had as a trio.

It crushed him to witness Barbie wailing for you to come back to her, to hold her and comfort her instead of pushing her away like she was a madwoman.

He had to act like he didn't care at all.

But he did, and it hurt so much to put you both through that. He seemed genuinely sorry about what he's done.

He even offered to let you punch him in the face, just as you did to that man when you first arrived to the Real World, but you refused to, knowing that's not going to make anyone feel better--not even yourself.

So instead he slapped himself in the face as retribution, and wallowed over his own existence and purpose as a Ken doll.

He was made to love a Barbie, yet he had none to attach himself to anymore.

If he couldn't be that, then why was he here at all?

It was hard seeing him going through his own crisis, so you encouraged him to find himself and discover who he is beyond his intended purpose and accessories.

If he wanted to find true happiness, he needed to discover who Ken was.

Once you told him this, he felt his like eyes were finally being opened for the first time, as did the other Kens in the neighborhood who overheard your moving words and realized their wrongdoings, too.

You smiled at them, only to be caught off-guard when Ken jumped to his feet and brought you into a tight hug, laughing with tears in his eyes. You barely managed to hug him back before he let go and raced off to the slide.

He went down it with such whimsical childlike joy as he had a new epiphany.

Something ten times better than "men ruled the world":

This one was "Ken is me".

With him finally making peace with himself, you and Barbie headed out of the dreamhouse hand-in-hand, wondering what awaited both of you now.

Of course you two were together, still. And you felt more human than doll at this point...but where does your story go from here?

Did you two even have a ending?

Fortunately, the answer came in the shape of your creator, who appeared before all the dolls and humans (including the Mattel executives who somehow infiltrated Barbieland), and invited Barbie on a walk.

You let her go, wondering if you'll ever see her again..

But then she stopped and looked back at you for a few long moments, having doubts about leaving you behind.

You've been there for her after all this time. Ever since the day she fell from her dreamhouse and talked to you about her crisis...you've always been there to support and encourage her.

All she did was look at Ruth's spirit, no words exchanged as she simply nodded her head, before glancing back at you and extending her hand out.

She wanted you to follow her again.

And you did.

This time, into the light of humanity.

.........

--[Several Months Later]---

"Welcome to your new home, little guy."

With a soft whisper, you gently pried open the pet carrier, gazing inside at the shy golden labrador pup. He seemed nervous, but with your soft encouragement, he stepped out onto the floor of your apartment.

One that you shared with Barbie--or Barbra, as you called her now.

You and her have finally gotten used to living in the Real World, now being humans yourselves with so much you had yet to discover.

There were good and bad times.

But above all else, you two were still together.

And for a while, you have been thinking about adopting a pet dog and raising it with her. You had a talk, did your best research, and ultimately found a local pet shelter than had sweet animals who were in desperate need of homes.

After coming back to the apartment with one extra passenger, you called out to Barbra, seeing her coming into the living room section.

"Oh you're back already! Did you find any....?"

Immediately, her gaze went down to the pup, and she smiled brightly. "Awwww, he's so cute!! Hi, sweetie!!" She cooed and kneeled down, taking him into her arms as he yipped and licked the side of her face. "Wow, you're a hyper little guy aren't you? Did [y/n] pick you out? Did they do a good job?"

"I hope so." You chuckled, putting your car keys away before you joined your girlfriend on the floor. "I didn't think humans had to do so much paperwork just to adopt a dog...they were also talking about all these vaccines he'll need to be updated on."

"Yeah, I heard pets need some of those from time to time. Complicated stuff, for sure." She shook her head. "But we'll figure it all out. Does he have a name?"

"Oh, they didn't give him one, but it didn't take me too long to figure that out." You held your arms out, and she passed the pup into them.

"That's good, so..what are we calling him?"

Looking up at her, you had the warmest smile on your face.

"I think "Tanner" is perfect."

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Monsters! Feel free to change pronouns, relationship mentions and anything else to match your writing preferences! Part of the list has been put under Read More due to it being a long list!

“Uh... my friends call me Phlegm.”

“Mr.(Mrs/Miss/etc) [Name], can you tell me what you did wrong?” “There is nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you!”

“You can't make me!”

“Yes, it's dangerous work and that's why I need you to be at your best.”

“it's going to be a perfect day to maybe, hey, just lie in bed, sleep in or simply... work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!”

“I don't believe I ordered a wake-up call, [Name].”

“Did you see me? I'm a natural!”

“Hey, wasn't I great? Did the whole family see it?”

“You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.”

“Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.”

“I told you, call me [Name].”

“We just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“Quiet! You'II make him lose his focus.”

“Oh, Googley-woogley, you remembered!”

“So, uh... are we going anywhere special tonight?”

“But it's impossible to get a reservation there!”

(singing) “You and me! Me and you! Both of us together!”

“You know, pal, she's the one. That's it. She is the one!”

“Oh, and, uh, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations.”

“Oh, no problem. They're under the name Googley Bear.”

“I wasn't scared. I have... allergies.”

“Do you hear that?It's the winds of change.”

( mocking voice ): ''You hear it? You hear the winds of ch...? –Oh, what a creep. One of these days, I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.”

“[Name], you didn't file your paperwork last night.”

“I'm watching you, [Name]. Always watching.”

“You're the boss! You're the boss! You're the big, hairy boss!”

“She wasn't scared of you?”

“I could've been dead! I could've died!”

“I will personally put you through the shredder!”

“I love working with that big guy.”

“[Name] and I are like brothers.(sisters//siblings/etc)”

“We're just going through a rough time, sir.(ma’am/name/etc) Everyone knows you're going to get us through it.”

“Now, that's my boy(girl,etc)!”

“I've never seen anything like you today. You were on a roll, my man.(girl/etc)”

“So get this-- as if dinner wasn't enough I'm taking her(her/them/etc) to a monster truck rally afterwards.”

“You know, I am so romantic sometimes I think I should just marry myself.”

“'Cause I got to tell you, buddy that face of hers, it just makes my heart go...Yikes!”

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

“Kitty!”

“No, no-- stay back!”

“Oh, [Name], I've had a lot of birthday... well, not a lot of birthdays but this is the best birthday ever.”

“I was just thinking about the first time I laid eye(eyes) on you-- how pretty you looked.”

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Uh, I'm just going to order something to go.”

“Get out of here. You're ruining everything.”

“Please remain calm. This is not a drill.”

“Well, I don't think that date could have gone any worse.”

“Well, a kid flew right over me and blasted a car with its laser vision!”

“I tried to run from it, but it picked me up with its mind powers and shook me like a doll!”

“It is my professional opinion that now is the time to... panic!”

“No, don't touch those, you little...! Oh, now those were alphabetized.”

“It's okay, it's all right. As long as it doesn't come near us we're going to be okay.”

“I have no idea but it would be really great if it didn't do it again.”

“How could I do this? How could I be so stupid?”

“That thing is a killing machine!”

“I bet it's just waiting for us to fall asleep and then wham! Oh, we're easy prey, my friend-- easy prey. We're sitting targets.”

“Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”

“That's it, I'm out of ideas. We're closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!”

“Are you sleepy? You want to sleep? ls that what you want? Huh?” 

“No. Hey, hey, that's my bed! You're going to get your germs all over it. ( sighing ) Fine. My chair is more comfortable anyway.”

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Oh, boy, how do I explain this?”

“How about I sit here, until you fall asleep? Go ahead. Go to sleep. Now. Now... go. Uh, you... go... to... sleep. ( imitating snoring )”

“Really? Well, in that case, let's keep it. I always wanted a pet that could kill me!”

“Is that a joke? Tell me you're joking.”

“[Name], I'd like to think that, given the circumstances I have been extremely forgiving up to now but that is a horrible idea!”

“Don't panic-- we can do this.”

“Actually, that's my, uh, cousin's sister's daughter…”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“That's a cute little dance you've got. It almost looks like you've got to…”

“Where did she go? Oh, did she disappear? Did she turn invisible?”

“[Name], my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today.Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New makeup? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like...”

“Ready or not, here I come! I'm getting warmer! Any second now! Fee fi fo…”

“Don't you think I'm aware of the situation? I was up all night!”

“Yeah, well, until we know for sure we're going to act like nothing happened, understand?”

“You're right, you're right. We're just two regular joes on our way to work. We will blend right in!”

“Very good. Now bon voyage!”

“That's what I decided to call her(him/them). Is there a problem?”

“[Name], you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!”

“ow put that thing back where it came from, or so help me…!”

“But if it was an inside job I'd put my money on [Third party].”

“( whimpers ) last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none!”

“Sushi? Sushi?!! You think this is about sushi?!”

“So I said, ''If you talk to me like that again, we're through!''

“Oh, well, hello, there. What's your name?”

“I got us a way out of this mess but we got to hurry.”

“Oh, you're all right! I was so worried! Don't you ever run away from me again, young lady(mnan/etc)! Oh, but I'm so glad you're safe.”

“We're going to get our lives back. The nightmare is over.”

“Okay, first of all, it's cree-tin. If you're going to threaten me do it properly.”

“Well somebody's certainly been a busy bee.”

“I'm sorry, [Name], but [Third party] said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his(her/etc) evil plot.”

“We got to get out of here now! We can start a whole new life somewhere far away!”

“I was going for a snake ninja approach with a little hissing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It's all about presence!”

“[Name]? [Name], it's me…”

“[Name]? No, no, no, no. It's okay. I was just…No, no, no, no, no, don't be scared. That wasn't real. It's just a...I was just…”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“All you had to do was listen to me-- just once! But you didn't, did you? You're still not listening!”

“Welcome to the Himalayas!”

“Snow cone? No, no, no. Don't worry-- it's lemon.”

“Did you see the way she(he/etc)... looked at me?”

“Take my buddy, Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself King Itchy.”

“Look at that big jerk. Ruined my life, and for what?”

“Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland! I mean, how about all this fabulous snow, huh?”

“Okay, rule number one out here. Always…No.Never go out in a blizzard.”

“None of it matter...Wa-wait a second. None of it matters?”

“So, now the truth comes out, doesn't it?”

“What about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh?”

“What about me? I'm your pal. I'm... I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?”

“I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean for this to happen. But [Third Party]’s in trouble.”

“'Whoa, whoa, whoa. ''We''? No. There's no ''we'' this time, pal. I-if-if you want to go out there and freeze to death you be my guest... because you're on your own.”

“I never should have trusted you with this.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, [Name].”

“I was just mad, that's all. I needed some time to think.” “I'm being attacked!”

“No, I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to be honest. Just hear me out. You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship.”

“If you start crying, I'm going to cry and I'II never get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you but I am now.”

“[Name], I am baring my soul here. The least you could do is pay attention!”

“Somebody's got take care of you, you big hairball!”

“[Name], if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through!”

“You expect me to believe that pack of lies, [Full name]!”

“Go get 'em, Googley Bear!”

“What a plan-- simple, yet insane!”

“How are we supposed to get to it now? Oh, it's a dead end, [Name]!”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Give me your hand.”

“Jump! I'm behind you!”

“Hurry up! Keep moving!”

“You stupid, pathetic waste!”

“You've been number one for too long, [Name]. Now your time is up!”

“Mama, another gator got in the house!”

“Give me that shovel! Come here!”

“All right, I got a move here. It'II bring down the house.”

“I think we stopped him, [Name]. You're safe now.”

“She's(he’s/etc) seen too much. You both have.”

“Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys but I spotted several big mistakes.”

“Two and a half years of undercover work were almost wasted.”

“What, you mean... you mean, I can't see her(him/etc) again?”

“I bet we get the rest of the day off.”

“Come on, pal, cheer up, we did it!”

“Oh, sure, we put the factory in the toilet, and... gee, hundreds of people will be out of work now. Not to mention the angry mob that'II come after us when there's no more power, but, hey... at least we had some laughs, right?”

“Oh, I love kindergarten. Best three years of my life.”

“[Name], you're such a charmer.”

[yourlocalstranger123]

Genshin. ~Aether x Reader~

-Don't go. Stay-

• yandere aether. (Not too much yandere)

[Good ending]

Part 2 here

You are from another world. You have gained knowledge of how to travel from world to world. You were wondering around until you found twins that were traveling to find a new home.

The Siblings:

At first, they were on high alert with you. But then when you slowly walked up to them, with opening arms. You welcomed them warmly. You were always gentle with them like if you ever did 1 little mistake, they would break. They felt warmth, you traveled with them. Most of the things you did were playing with their hair, braiding Aether's hair, and putting decorations on Lumine's hair. They also loved your cooking.

Something you didn't know though that they knew you secretly protected them when they are 'asleep.'

You guys landed in a world called 'Teyvat.' The moment you stepped in, an Unknown God approached, locking lumine up. When Aether and you were at the beach, he was on the verge of tears. But he didn't want to break down in front of you!

After he fished out Paimon and helped him guide. The moment you guys were finally alone in the bedroom, he broke down. You let him hold you tightly, flinching every time that seems you are trying to get out of his grasp. Your warmth comforts him through all of his troubles and pain.....

(He couldn't let go of you now...)

You've been always his comfort person. Being there all the time for him, he couldn't ask anything more. He loved your hands gently rubbing his back, softly stroking through his hair like he was a fragile doll.

In the past, he didn't want to come close to you. He felt annoyed by you. But now when the time he separates from you, alone. Is now frowned upon. He didn't wanna let go, it used to be just a want. A desire. But now it's a....

Need.

-currently in the teapot- "Aether? Are you alright, you seem a bit tired. Would you like a little break?" You patted on your lap signaling that he can lay on it. You smiled so warmly. His heart screams to do it but he had a better mind.

.

.

.

"What? You wanna be between my legs-" you were surprised at least. He couldn't help but look away, embarrassed......welp, guess where he is at. Yes. Between. Your. Thighs.

Aether's POV (kinda?)

'So soft! I could never believe how dumb I was to distance myself from them!' He had felt a piece missing. He still felt empty, but when you came in. He felt complete, at first he was hesitant. 'What is this feeling? Why does it always happen whenever I meet them? Must stay AWAY.' But now he is sitting here. Leaning into your warmth.

Back to author's POV

"Aether, I've been thinking.", "yes [name]? Is there something bothering you?" Did he bother you? Did he- "I think I should visit [earth] to get something." He froze. Are you leaving him? Please don't go :( he can't survive without you!

Later you told him it would be only for 1 day

Make your choice.

(A) let aether come with you

(B) tell him to stay here and when you come back, you grant him a wish.

(C) leave him. [Well not permanently maybe]

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.

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Option (A) has been chosen.

"Why not come with me?" His eyes brighten up at the idea, but he thought it would be only him and you. But we had to bring paimon.

For emergency food-

He was fascinated with the technology. Also curious, when the sun was setting, you handed him a rose. Confessing your love to him.

He was so happy! You love him? Love means to stay together, right? So no need for anyone. You only need to depend on him! He hugged you.

Well, have fun traveling with your lover!

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Story Event: I'm his cherished doll

Chapter 2

Prologue (@/archiveikemen ♡)

Chapter 1

Pardon me, dear Al loving frens. I had an eye infection last week and had to take it easy. But here we are, slowly descending into Alfons flavoured debauchery. He tries hard not to trap Kate.

~~Part 1~~

Alfons: "Hahaha!"

Kate: "Y-you don't have to laugh so much..."

Alfons: "Hah ... you really don't disappoint."

(Now my whole body is sticky with cream and sugar...)

After my unsuccessful attempt to scoop the cream with a spoon, I ended up completely covered in it.

Kate: "Is there anything I could use to wipe myself..?"

Alfons: "Mhm, here."

He stuck out his tongue.

Kate: "...? There's nothing of use as far as I can see."

When I tilted my head, he leaned in closer,

Just enough to lick my cheek clean with the tip of his tongue.

Kate: "Wah!?"

Alfons: "Mmm, delicious. As expected from Victor's homemade sweets."

Kate: "...I-I meant a cloth, not the tongue...!"

Alfons: "Why don't you try licking it too?"

After these words, he scooped up the cream from my body with his little finger,

Only to shove it into my mouth a moment later.

Kate: "Mmph!?"

Alfons: "See? Isn't it delicious?"

Kate: "Uh....huh...!"

Alfons: "Ah, even my little finger is filling your mouth...haha, so cute."

Alfons: "I can clean all the cream for you... with my tongue."

Kate: "Wha!? What!?"

Alfons: "No need to be shy."

Kate: "Gah --!"

~~Part 2~~

After getting rid of the cream in such an outrageous manner,

I washed my body in a tub filled with warm water,

Then buried myself in a fluffy towel and finally took a deep breath.

Kate: "Ahh..."

The scent of the towel and the warm sunlight made me feel relaxed.

Alfons: "... Does it feel good?"

Kate: "Yes... I want to forget everything and go to sleep..."

Alfons: "Most excellent."

It looked like he wasn't going to do anything insolent this time; he just gave me a smug smile.

(...he truly does a lot of outrageous things, and yet...)

Just as he had declared at the beginning, there were many moments when I found this situation strangely enjoyable.

(I was far from having fun most of the time...)

(But... thanks to him, I finally feel I can face this situation calmly)

Kate: "I'd like to thank you, Alfons."

Alfons: "For dressing you in a lewd outfit and then shamelessly playing with you? Please, don't mention it. It was my pleasure."

Kate: "Not that..."

Kate: "...I was worried and overthinking things, but now the weight is finally off my shoulders."

Kate: "Thanks to you for taking my mind off it."

Kate: "Still... I don't like the idea of just sitting and waiting."

Kate: "Can you help me figure out how to get back to normal?"

Alfons: "My word, are you still fixated on this?"

Alfons: "It will be fine even if you have to stay like this for the rest of your life. In the end, appearances are inconsequential."

Kate: "But... being like this, I'm worried that I won't be able to help anyone if I need to."

Alfons: "You're worried you won't be able to help anyone?"

Kate: "It's frustrating... and a little bit troubling."

Kate: "If you collapsed right now, for instance, I wouldn't be able to call for help."

Kate: "That's why... I'm rather worried."

Alfons: "...... ha."

Alfons: "You're so serious."

~~Part 3~~

Alfons: "...... ha."

Alfons: "You're so serious."

(.........)

He looked at me with a thin smile as he rested his chin on his hand.

Surprised by his expression, I felt my heart skip a beat and my face heated up.

(W-Why... am I feeling flustered?)

Kate: "... anyway! Please, take me to Roger."

Kate: "There must be something I can do to help even now."

Alfons: "I don't like the idea of going to that guy's lab."

Kate: "... I've been thinking about this for a while now, but you don't like Roger, do you?"

Alfons: "False! I'm not the picky type when it comes to people."

~~~

Roger: "Al? It's unusual to see you here."

Roger: "Normally, you wouldn't come anywhere near the lab when I'm here, even if you got injured or caught a cold."

Kate: "Is that so?"

Roger: "Yeah, this guy sneaks in when I'm not around and administers his own treatment."

Alfons: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The room that served as Roger's laboratory and medical office was a bit more cluttered than usual,

Filled with various chemicals and notes containing formulas.

Kate: "... I know you're looking for a way to get me back to normal. I'm sorry for being careless."

Roger: "Don't worry about it. I'm not exactly blameless myself."

Kate: "I was wondering if there's anything I could do to help."

Roger: "Oh? Is that why you dragged Al in here? Impressive."

Roger: "I don't mind a woman who doesn't give up in the face of adversity."

~~Part 4~~

Alfons: "Shall we concentrate on the matter at hand?"

Roger: "You want to help.... Actually, there might be something you can do ---."

According to his words, Roger was waiting for a chemical reaction between the drugs,

And couldn't leave the room until he got the results.

However, if they were satisfactory, adding one more component would likely complete the mixture.

Roger: "I was planning to get it after seeing the results,"

Roger: "But if you pick it up at the same time..."

Kate: "The medicine will be ready sooner...!"

Roger: "Exactly."

Kate: "Alfons..."

Alfons: "...don't look at me like that."

Alfons: "I'll do it if there's something in it for me."

Kate: "Like what..."

Alfons: "Let's see... If you promise to let me have my way with you tonight."

Kate: "...... huh? Have your way with me...?"

When I hesitated, Alfons narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to lure me into something questionable.

Alfons: "Then, let me sweeten the deal a little."

Alfons: "I'll have my way with you tonight only if you're not back to normal by then. How does it sound?"

~~Part 5~~

Alfons: "I'll have my way with you tonight only if you're not back to normal by then... How does it sound?"

(If I'm not back to normal...)

Kate: "Roger... how long do you think it'll take to complete the medicine?"

Roger: "If you bring me the drug before the nightfall, I should be able to finish it tonight."

Roger: "It's difficult to gauge how much time it'll take for it to work or if it's going to work at all."

He looked at me and Alfons, then ostentatiously raised his eyebrow.

He was a rationalist, focused only on the quick completion of his task and therefore not particularly willing to interfere in my dealings with Alfons.

(If the medicine takes effect before the nightfall, I can escape Alfons' clutches)

(If it fails or is slow to take effect... I'll be at his mercy)

But no matter the outcome of the situation, without Alfons' help

I can do nothing by myself.

(Rather than being idle, I want to take action...)

Kate: "Fine. I promise..."

Alfons: "...... you're a fool, after all."

Kate: "Huh?"

Alfons: "All you had to do is to ask someone else to accompany you."

Kate: "......! That's true ---"

Alfons: "Oops, you missed your chance."

Alfons: "Our deal still stands. Now, let's go."

Alfons: "Will you be my toy tonight? Or will you go back to normal? ... this is fun, don't you agree?"

Chapter 3 Premium

[reneethekraken]

What a Doll

Being an office rep at the Revision of Hero Society comes with costs, talking to everyone and trying to not make an enemy out of the wrong ones. Somehow this means becoming business partners/ Frenemies/Pining lovers with Backugou and Kirishima. Though, Gangsters, they know everything about their community and these people are still people, and it's your job to help them. Being so young and running for office means being bullied by the older members of the Pro Hero society and eventually being pushed to the company, laying her off and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Shutting everyone out for weeks before finally leaving to party with Mina for a bit and when she sees Bakugou in the bar she dashes leaving her purse and keys on the bar counter. And of course, seeing her he follows her taking her keys with him.

WARNINGS: Angst, emotional, Bakugou doesn't realize how mean he is because Kirishima likes it, Reader is soft asf, Bakugou is definitely still an asshole. Blank blogs and ageless blogs DNI

PAIRING: Bakugou x reader, suggestive kiribaku x reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k 

A/n: constructive criticism is always appreciated

This is ridiculous. I couldn't think of a sillier way to go home than this one. Walking slower than my thoughts so I can keep up with myself and not throw my eyes over my left shoulder. My feet are sore from the jacked up heels, my blouse is too wet from my urgency to have a good time and my pants are too thin as the wind blows around me on this street. All while my car slowly rides to the left of me.

He's mocking me, he has to be

He mocked my choices trying to tell me that he's already won. I don't know what to say because the thought of speaking to him brings tears to my eyes and my throat gets so tight I want to die.

I’ll never be prepared.

I'll never be able to stand up to them. Even on the days, everyone thinks I have them right where I want them, a board full of pieces that I've already accounted for. They'll never understand that the two of them are the ones who drew up the board. It's greedy, to have someone who shares similar ideas as me yet degrades my every move

“That was a selfish decision. You would have done better writing up your damn think pieces and putting them in a burn book instead of slathering your name all over an unfinished piece that makes you look like a lousy piece of uptown nobility. I don't live here but you all are making a ruckus and it makes me feel bad that I get to sit in my highrise and even look at ya.”

“If I was on the board you would have been put out the commission a long time ago, fixing my city yet telling me how’re gonna take my job, drink my coffee, and fuck my wife all before noon.” 

That's a sick way to live, miss board member, good plan. Even better spokesperson. The Daughter of mass Mutiny comes from the 3rd and last gang in the U.S. and yet she sits here in the Commissioner's office thinkin’ she's better than me. That title doesn't negate that if I wanted you and your bright ideas I'd take I’d still side with the very office that's shooting down every punch you make. And when you're beaten down thinking there's nothing else you could do, I’d give you my hand and let you realize there's nothing ever you'd be able to do in my city without my okay.

“You're lucky he sees something in you otherwise we wouldn't be friends, Doll.” 

Always had that same condescending tone as he called me about whatever decision I publicly made. Most of them were good ones; he was literally just a hater. 

“Did good out there today Doll, real good. Eiji and I are real proud of the progress ya making in sectors 7-9 keep that up and maybe I won’t have to berate ya every other day. Don't get too comfortable though Yakato is speaking wi-”

On the rare days I did get a good call he always managed to put his stamp on it. And sometimes even when he talked down on me I sat there and took it with wet panties and bated breath ready to hear him be soft with me again right before he stamped it.

Friends?!? Friends, I wouldn't even bat an eye if he choked tomorrow! In fact, I would be the first in line!  Until he knew exactly what it felt like to have his entire life's work spit on and shredded because of it being work of public relations community service logs. He's greedy and he won’t have me, because that's all it’ll take for him to win. Presenting me to his partner like a Christmas present. Popping champagne while I sit there naked and waiting for orders like all the other sick fucks that follow behind them as they need them.

I don't need them. But I do need him to get the hell out of my car. Maybe that's why I put my pride aside, I tried not to let my tears show and my anger release through my words.

Teeth clenching and eyes lowered into the passenger window, “What do you want Bakugou, why the hell are you following me late at night? You know stalking is a crime, correct?”

“It is if there's proof and your life is endangered. It could be from someone else looking to have a lucky night with a lady walking on the side of the road at 2 am looking like a call girl.” He smiled, put the car in park, and opened his door slowly. Standing over the side of the vehicle like he wanted more, needed it. “Nobodies seen ya in 3 weeks. We all thought that Having to step down from the board made ya yoke. I was hoping it had not.” He said the last part softer but that boyish grin never left.

“ It’s temporary.”

“What?”

“My decision to step down from the board is temporary and if it runs till November I’ll resign and apply again.” I was closer now to the passenger side. I wanted to show him that he didn't own me and that he didn't scare me.

“Always the fighter. Did you not have time to come see us before ya left?”

“I came because Mina said I could have a good time, I left because I was ready to go.” He sucked his teeth hearing my quick retort.

“You're hurting my feelings, thought we were friends?” He slowly rounded the car, stopping in front of the hood to play with the radiator grill.

“YOU and Kirishima are not my friends, were business partners who come together to correct hero society on blue moons-

“Then I’d say we've had more blue moons than the smurfs”

“I'm trying to be serious and professional and you're making it hard for me.”He was in front of me now and I couldn't help but look past his neck. I wasn't strong. I let the media get the best of me and the hero community. I let Bakugou and Kirishima’s backhanded compliments and weird pinning throw me off my game and accept my resignation, no temporary relief of position. He was too close, his collared button down hiding the swirly black ink of his gang insignia. The ring holder chain held a ring with opal on it. I wondered what my ring would look like next to Kirishima's

 “I don't need you rubbing my failures- I lost and because of me the city and its people will be without someone advocating for them, all of them. Someone who cares about them. WHO WANT THE BEST FOR EVERYONE EVEN IF IT MEANS DISMANTLING THE VERY SAME SYSTEM THAT KEEPS THEM SAFE BECAUSE IT ALSO KEEPS OTHERS IN SITUATIONS THAT LEAVE THEM WITHOUT.

The Tears fell and I was finally looking at him. He wasn't smiling anymore. I pushed his chest, again and again, and again. “And you were nowhere to be found, NEITHER OF YOU AND I

 CALLED AND PLEADED AND CALLED AGAIN AND MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS WERE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.”

He grabbed my arms and pinned them to my side as I cried, into his shirt, into his skin, holding onto the very fabric that held the man that I swear I hated “I know and I’m sorry. Some things were more important at that moment–”

With a croaky voice and a tighter grip, I asked what I always wanted, always needed, needed to know from him.“Am I not enough? Am I not important enough to come to the rescue? Are my problems not satisfactory on your list of important shit that needs to be tended to. What about my feelings?” He hugged me tight and sighed into my hair. “ You won ya know.”

“I didn't wanna win, I wanted to make you work hard, I promise I just wanted to prepare you for what was out there. If I coulda I woulda been on the first flight back to help but I couldn't and were sorry, Doll. Eiji is waiting for us at the house. You want me to drop you home or do you want to stay the night at ours because I swear–”

“I wanna see him too, I’m tired of this runaround. Are we friends, are we enemies, our business partners on the occasion when both sides of the coin retire us to some janky place to drink scotch? Are we pining after each other? I Don't know what we are or how we're gonna make,” I point to the space in between us, “work but I’d like to see where it goes just lessen up all that damn bark. I’m sensitive.”

He pecked the top of my head and opened the passenger door for me. Jogging over to the other side. He threw on some random radio station and put the car in drive.

 “Okay.” 

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[aliypop]

Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 1

(Rewrite)

Word Count: 3,015

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1953, in Memphis Tennessee, Cecelia and her mother Denise Valmos move to Shelby County as Her mother Calpurnia's Nashville home is going through renovations, but when asked to keep a low profile by her mother, Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Memphis May 1953

The spring winds of Memphis blew as a pink Chevrolet Bel Air was parked in the parking lot of Humes High School. A place where this one particular student knew she wouldn't belong. Getting her books from the back seat, she dusted off her skirt, looked at her watch, and took a deep breath. Until she realized she was almost late for her first day of school, and she couldn't be late, at least not as the new kid in town!

 The hustle and bustle of everyone was different from when she lived in Georgia, where everything was a bit slow-paced. And with a mix of a few faces that looked like hers. But here it seemed she was the only face that. Well, looked like hers, and the glares she was getting had explained that very clearly. Her saddle shoes kept walking down the hallway until she finally found her homeroom. The glares and stares were harsh, but she continued inside until all eyes were on her. Whispers all around the classroom, some of the students pointing and laughing at her, 

"I think she got on the wrong bus..." 

                 "Whys her hair all like that?"

"Must have stolen that dress..." 

"Class..."

"Class..."

"CLASS!" The room was silent, 

"Class, I want everyone to meet Cecelia Shanel Valmos. She's our new student, Welcome..." 

"Thank you. You know a fun fact about myself is I like comics and-"

"Now attendance." 

Cecelia sat in the back of the Class, where a few students had glanced at her as if she carried the fleas. It was starting to get as bad as when they had driven here to Memphis.

 Tapping her fingers, Cecelia could tell this would be a stressful time. And she couldn't wait to move to Nashville with her glammy, her grandmother.

As the bell rang, Cecelia went to her arithmetic class. Her least favorite subject. But very well needed. At least, it was what Midge told her, looking over the checks she'd signed for Valmos Music and Sound. Taking her seat in the back, Cecelia had begun to read her Batman comic book. Other students filled the room, talking and chattering as she flipped the page on the Joker's crazy antics. 

"You're late..."

"S-S-Sorry, I ain't mean to be late, I just..."

" Lost track of time, Mr. Presley." The teacher sighed, following his gaze as his eyes landed on the tawny-skinned girl with dark brown hair curled up in a tall style. 

"Take your seat, Mr. Presley..."

Sitting next to Cecelia was a kid who had to be about her age. She couldn't tell, and she didn't want to ask. She figured, at this point, her breathing would cause a problem. But something about him was different, after all. He had blondish brown hair and fading black roots. And he smelled like shoe polish. He also had rolled-up jeans and loafers with pink socks, the same color as hers. 

"Is that the 3-D edition..."

"Yeah, it is..." Cecelia kept reading,

"I-I've been tryin to find that one for weeks." 

"Found it at a comic shop in Chattanooga." she huffed. She wasn't annoyed that he was talking to her, just while she was reading her comics. 

"Am I botherin you, doll..."

"A little, and I'm not your-" Cecelia looked up, seeing eyes bluer than James Dean's and a cute but crooked smile that seemed so shy yet so sweet.

"Are you okay? You're starin'?"

 "Sorry, I'm new here, and it's stressful, and I don't have any friends and-" 

"Mind if I be your friend..."

"I wouldn't mind that at all ah..."

"Elvis Presley... But u-uh, most everyone calls me, well no one calls me anything cept for Red West, who calls me E..."

"Well, I'll call you Pres." She smiled, "I'm Cecelia Valmos, by the way." she winked at him as he blushed a little, 

"I'll call you Cece..." he tried to wink back at her, but his hair got in his eyes. Cecelia giggled a bit, "I like it." she grinned. Elvis could feel his heart beat faster, trying to push the emotions aside as he looked into her hazel eyes. Finally, he might not have been so alone in the world. 

"So, favorite superhero..."

"Easy, Jay Garrick," she smirked, "What about you?"

"Captain Marvel Jr." he grinned, "Sometimes I imagine myself as him."

"Flying to the rock of eternity ..." Cecelia smiled back at him,

"Yeah."

"I used to think I was the Flash until I bumped into a wall." she snorted a bit when she laughed, and she could hear the teacher clearing her throat. Cecelia mouthed sorry as she went back to take her notes. 

"Do you understand any of that..."

"Nope..." Cecelia laughed, "But I do know. That, that answer should be 35." Elvis laughed as he changed it,

"You're a lifesaver." He blushed, his accent thick, but Cecelia found it cute, 

The bell rang again as they got up and went to their next class. Elvis and Cecelia were walking side by side, still talking. It was beginning to feel like she had known this kid since childhood, which was nicer than what she had been recently feeling.

"I love the color pink. " Elvis smiled,

"My car is pink!"

"No way!"

"It's a Bel Air." she winked, 

" You're too cool for me, Cece." He joked as Cecelia nudged him, 

"Honestly, I'm just me." she shrugged,

"Again, too cool for me, "He nudged her back as she laughed with him. 

"Say, would you care to eat lunch with me?

"Yeah, sure, I ain't got much but-"

"You can have some of my lunch." 

"Cece, I couldn't."

"I usually don't eat it all." 

"You sure?"

"Positive." 

Sitting alone at the table was Cecelia and Elvis, who were enjoying their lunch together. It was nice to know that he wasn't afraid to go against the normal and politically correct, but instead eat with someone who wouldn't bully him.

"So, how was your first day here so far."

"Eh, crappy..." she sighed, 

"The bullies stop eventually." He sighed as Cecelia looked over at him,

"Easy for you to say, I got called a teacher's pet 'cause I knew all the answers in my history class... Not my fault some of us read for fun." she mumbled to herself, "Or in my typing class, I typed over several words a minute. And yet I'm wrong... Well, excuse me for writing songs when I'm bored!" she began to get angry as Elvis looked at her. 

"At least you've passed your typing lessons on the first day." He joked, "I got a C in that, which ain't bad..."

"But it's not good, Pres." she looked at him. 

"Well, maybe you could tutor me." 

"To type? Sure." she smiled, splitting her candy bar with him. The two cheered each other with their Pepsi-Cola bottles.  

When the day was over, Cecelia went to her car as she saw Elvis walk to his car,

 "Nice 41 Lincoln!" she waved as she was next to her pink beauty. It suited her well. He thought to himself as she got in, 

"See you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah!"

Dinner was on the table, and Cecelia was doing her homework as her mother was on the phone with the electric company. This move was a headache, especially with her mother having an album on the way and getting settled into a temporary house and Cecelia adjusting to her new school for only a month. It could drive a single mother completely insane. 

"Guess what! I made a friend today, and he's really nice and-"

"Cecelia, I'm on hold with the heating and air..." 

"Right..." She continued to do her homework. She knew things were going to be different. They always had been since her father left, and her mother devoted her life to her music. And her half of the label and studio. Cecelia = sighed as she blushed, thinking about Elvis and his eyes and how she couldn't wait to see him again. 

"Mama!" Elvis nearly ran into his family apartment like a whirlwind. It had been a while since Gladys had seen him so happy after school, like a puppy waiting for a treat. 

"Elvis!"

"Pa! You'll never believe what I made in school today." he grinned as Vernon was about to guess. "A friend. Well, I think she's a friend. We shared a sandwich together, and I think she's giving me one of her comics to read-" 

Gladys chuckled. Vernon perked up. Some special girl, if he was going on and on about her like this, the last girl he did that with was Dixie, or was it another girl?. Meanwhile, to Gladys, it sounded like he had a crush on this mystery schoolgirl. 

"So I assume you'll be staying up in class more."Gladys scolded him playfully.

"And paying attention." Vernon glanced at him as Elvis blushed and nodded, 

"Of course." He rubbed the back of his head, Gladys laughing as Vernon shook his head.

The next day, all the students were back in homeroom, and Cecelia was in the back, dreaming away about her new friend and what they'd talk about that day. Would it be comics or music? Maybe books? Or after-graduation goals? But those thoughts were crushed until a group of girls came behind her and pulled her hair. Cecelia only sighed as she tried to ignore them. It wasn't like she didn't get a note in her locker that said Stay away. Well, words she'd rather not repeat. Yes, this would be a tough couple of months. She just had to make it to, 

"Oh No..." 

Her eyes caught on to several kids running with scissors in their hands. 

"Come here, fairy!" one kid shouted,

"Long-haired freak!"

"Oh, please don't let it be..."

"PRES!" Cecelia shouted, standing up, eyes on her as she grabbed her books, "Ent and I have to go use the girl's room... really, uh, quickly." storming out of the classroom, Cecelia quickly tried to follow the rest of the kids. They had Elvis cornered, with no room to escape, and there was fear in his eyes as if he'd been on death row. 

"Maybe we'll cut off those flashy clothes next." It was no secret Elvis craved the fashion of Beale Street, but it wasn't a secret that everyone else at his school hated it, let alone hated him. He could feel the blades get close to his hair, and he closed his eyes and prayed until he heard a voice say. 

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" 

Elvis looked at the crowd as he saw Red West behind him and Cecelia beside him. 

"Or what!"

"You'll answer to my fist..." Cecelia glared at one of the boys. What was she thinking was the main thing Red and Elvis were thinking. 

"Your fist aint gonna do nothing cause you're just a nig-"

POW!

The students scurried, dropping everything they had to torture Elvis. Shaking her wrist, she looked back at the two guys and sighed. She probably made it worse, and the principal would call her mother, and then there'd be a commotion about it all. 

"Where'd you learn to throw a punch like that."

"My mother taught me." Cecelia shrugged, looking at Red,

"Some mother..." Red nodded until they both saw Elvis shaking like a leaf. 

"El!" Cecelia ran over, "Are you okay? Do you need to go home? Do you wanna stay at my home..." she offered, but Elvis stood up, shook it off, and tried to laugh even though he wanted to cry and scream and yell,

 "Cece, Red, I'm fine..." 

"E, yer tremblin." 

"Like a leaf, Pres..."

"I SAID I'M FINE!" He shouted. He didn't mean to. He was having a rough day and an anxiety attack.

 Cecelia approached him, "We're just worried, is all..."

"At least let us walk you to class." Red offered as Elvis nodded. Cecelia's hand brushed against his. He blushed a little. Was Cecelia flirting with him?

"So then Superman catches him in the water!" Cecelia said as the three were walking down the hallway,

"You're spoilin' it, Cece." Elvis groaned, 

"Well, I have a TV in my room. If y'all ever wanna come by and watch it." her southern accent escaped her as Elvis had a slightly brighter blush on his cheeks. 

"Or we could go to the drive-in!" Cecelia then said as Elvis's eyes wide. He's only been a third wheel to the drive-in, mooching off his friend's french fries and whatnot. And if he did bring a girl. Then he was either making out with her, or he was super into the movie.

"I think I'd leave that up to you two," Red said as Elvis had short-circuited. Walking to their English Class, Elvis had taken in the charm of Cecelia. She was a big ball of mystery who was protective, loyal, and stood up for him after only knowing him for a day. Cecelia was kind enough to share her sandwich with him. And she was pretty to look at in her pink gingham dress. But this wasn't how you thought about a friend. Besides, he was Elvis, the weird kid with a guitar and his head in the clouds, dreaming.

"Since it's Friday, what'cha got planned for the weekend?" 

"Well, work, but I'm off at 3 p.m."

"Well, I'm still new in town, so... maybe you could show me around Beale Street or comic shops you like to go to. Or record stores." She began to ramble on as he laughed, her stomach doing small butterflies at the sound of it,

"We can do all of that," he bumped her shoulder as she bumped his back. 

"That would be great," Cecelia smiled, "Oh! You'll need my number. So you can call." Things were looking up for Elvis. He had gotten her number. And he got to hang out with her. It wasn't a date, but it sure enough was something. Besides, he spent his weekends playing football, fixing his car, or on Beale Street. Now, he wouldn't have to be alone doing it.

When school was out for the day, Cecelia rushed to her car with a now-popped tire. Kids were so cruel, but that still didn't stop Cecelia. Going to the back of her car, she rolled the spare tire until she remembered that Midge had taken the tire kit with her. Elvis walked out with Red West, talking to him about his weekend plans, and then he saw Cecelia, who looked like a pinup girl in a calendar posing with a tire, "A little help here..." She sighed, watching some of her peers walk by, 

"Could you help me here... And they walked off." Cecelia huffed until she saw Elvis, 

"Not bother you, but..."

"I caught a flat last week." Popping open his trunk, he took out the jack. "How'd this happen."

"Those bullies you were talkin about..." she gritted her teeth,

"Don't let 'em get to ya, Cece. Which ain't easy to do," he sighed as he fixed her tire, "Just breathe and imagine the good Lord pickin' 'em off one by one." Cecelia laughed hard as Elvis laughed with her,

 "Morbid, but it helps." Cecelia grinned, "Say, call me when you get home so I know you're safe, okay."

"Cece, I'll be fine." Those hazel eyes pierced his soul in a glare, 

"Okay, okay, I will."

"Good, you better, or I'll find out where you live. And I'll!"

"You'll what." He smirked. His face was close to hers and she blushed a little.

"Bug ya! to death," she smirked,

"You could never bug me, Val." He winked,

"Cece the phones for you," Denise said as Cecelia raced down the stairs, 

"Thank you, Mother." she winked, taking the phone as she took a deep breath, 

"Cecelia speaking,"

"It's me, Elvis. We're still on for tomorrow. Right? " 

"You bet we are!" Cecelia grinned, "Do you wanna meet at your job or a restaurant or-"

"My job is fine." Elvis said, "You can park your car in the front, and we'll take mine." 

"Sounds good. " she smiled, trying not to sound so giddy, "Oh, and El!" she said as if she forgot something, 

"Yeah, Cece?"

"I may have bought several volumes of Captain Marvel Jr."

"You gotta let me read 'em!" 

"Why do you think I bought 'em..." 

"Cece, you're the best." he grinned. 

"No, El, you're the best, " she smiled. If only he knew how much he was starting to mean to her, 

"Say, bring the comics. There's a diner in Beale Street we could read 'em at."

"Deal." 

"Cece, time to get off the phone."

"Let me guess your mama."

"Mhmm."

"Elvis Aron Presley!

"Let me guess yours?"

"Yeah," 

"Well, Good night, El,"

"Night, Cece."

"So who was that," Denise asked as Cecelia smiled widely, her dimples on display,

 "Elvis Presley, he's a friend from school. And he's showing me around town tomorrow." Denise only laughed a little at her daughter's reaction. She was happy to see that something made her smile since they moved to Memphis. "And is this Elvis cute..." Denise asked as Cecelia blushed a bit, embarrassed, 

"Mother!" her brown cheeks turning red, "We're just friends!"

"For now... After all, you and Anthony Rodgers were friends..."

"That was a poor judgment. Besides, Anthony's an actor." 

"Who pretended to love me to get to you." Her mother was right, but she knew that Elvis was different. Besides, he didn't know her secret. And she didn't plan for him to find out anytime soon either, 

"He's not like that."

"What's he like then."

"I don't fully know yet, but he's not that." Cecelia sighed,

"Just be careful tomorrow."

"I will, and you have fun getting Daddy to do the electrical work for the studio," Cecelia mentioned as she walked up the stairs. 

 Neither party could hardly fall asleep from the excitement of seeing the other. Elvis tossed and turned in his bed. And Cecelia was counting sheep and talking to her posters as she swooned. This wasn't a date, right? Right?"

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7/OCT/20XX

visiting tori today to apologize for.. probably being annoying while drunk.

pretty sure i wrote in my journal that day, but i can't bring myself to read it.

"Good morning, Sans!"

"...nice shirt."

"I was in need of another Halloween-y shirt, so it is just perfect!"

"..Is it depicting what I think is?"

"unfortunately."

"Hehehe! I like it anyways."

"Maybe even more?"

[Aggressive scribbling blocks out a line of text.]

"oh, uh, papyrus wanted me to bring you these as thanks for taking care of me. and, as an apology of sorts."

i handed her a plastic wrapped plate of cookies.

"What for? I am enjoying the shirt, if that's-"

"being all up in your fur yesterday."

[The next sentence had a question mark written then scribbled out next to it.]

"That was an intentional choice I made. Do not apologize-"

"figuratively."

"Oh!"

"...Why do you think you were a bother?"

"honestly ...the last thing i remember was you taking me home. no idea what i was like."

"How.. how much longer were you conscious for? I thought you had passed out in my arms.."

"is that look on your face related to the purple i woke up with on mine?"

"I did not expect it to stick.."

"must've been drunker than you thought."

"..Would you have attested, were you awake?"

"huh? you'd kiss a skeleton while 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳?"

"But would you kiss a goat?"

"you're a real freak, kissin' bones."

"Yet you do not deny any goat-kissing."

"Do you only kiss goats while under the influence?"

[Starts of sentences are written beside the quote, but scribbled out to the point of being intelligible.]

"...did i?"

toriel watched my face carefully, but i couldn't tell what she was looking for.

"If I said didn't mind.. would you still be so worried?"

"why wouldn't 𝘆𝗼𝘂 be?"

"What do you-"

"nevermind."

"what're you up to today?"

"I have yet to plan anything. Would you like to come inside?"

".. where's the kiddo?"

"They are out with Flowey at the moment, so it is just us."

she clapped her hands together.

"Ah! Perhaps you would like to watch a movie with me?"

"sure. what've you got?"

movie boxes clacked softly against as toriel sorted through a drawer on the tv stand. the drawer was dusty, but the movies looked like new.

"Papyrus told me you are into old horror flicks. Do you have a favorite?"

"i'm the guest, so you can just pick whatever you want."

"Is it not the opposite, usually?"

"which one's your favorite?"

Tori looked at the movies for a second, then grabbed one with a cat on the cover.

"..This movie!"

"that's a dark one. kinda shocked you like it."

curious to see what else she had, i started poking around in the drawer as well.

"good pick though."

"...Oh! Sans, what are you going as for Halloween?"

"dunno. why do you ask all of a sudden?"

"I did not see you do anything but write in your journal the whole time everyone was making their costumes."

"probably not going as anything. don't think asgore's dressing up either."

"... Let's find you a costume."

——

"Hehehe! Do a twirl!"

"...not sure this is helping."

"What, you would not like to go as a pretty princess?"

"it doesn't even latch in the back. totally uncouth for a princess."

instead of watching movies, i somehow ended up being dressed like a doll.

"i'm gonna snap this thing in half."

"This one seems like it would fit better!"

she held up an even frillier dress, this time in yellow.

"You would be the 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 of the ball!"

her excitement made it impossible to refuse.

"definitely feeling like a dress-up doll."

"You are pretty like one!"

"can't say i've ever been called pretty before."

"You are pretty to me."

"jeez, this zipper-"

"..Are you alright?"

with a loud snap, suddenly i had a zipper pull in my hand.

i could hear her try and cover her laughter.

"A- Are you stuck?"

"welp. the zip broke right off,"

toriel tried not to laugh as i opened the door, still stuffed into a cheap yellow costume dress.

"so i guess i'm just a princess now."

"I'm sure there's 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 way to get it off. Let me see the back."

"how old are these?"

"I think we have had them since our first Halloween on the surface. I bought so many out of excitement, but Frisk has grown too quickly to put many to use."

"no wonder the thing's fallin' apart on me."

"It's... quite stuck. I'm not sure I will be able to get the zipper back open without tearing."

"I could lift it over your head?"

"..yeah, ok."

holding my arms up, tori grabbed the bottom of the dress.

"Ready?"

"go for it."

nearly toppled from the force, but it definitely came off.

"...I like the stripes!"

"staring's not very nice."

i covered her eyes with my hands.

"these bones n boxers are viewed for a price."

"And what would that price be?"

"a marital ceremony."

"..or twenty bucks. maybe just a few drinks."

"Your standards are awful!"

tori keeping her eyes closed this time, i closed myself in her bathroom to put on 𝘮𝘺 clothes this time.

"This dress has quite the tear now."

"sorry. big-boned, y'know?"

"More likely was that I may have pulled too hard."

"just that eager to get my clothes off, huh?"

"It is sounding like you want to get stuck in another dress."

"might as well just run 'em straight into the shredder at that point; pretty sure that wasn't the first one to end up with a hole in it."

"Frisk would probably not mind either way; they were never a dress person."

"But now there is someone I can buy all sorts of cute ones for!"

"at least a size up next time, ok?"