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6. "Shit. I'm in love with them (her)." and/or 8."Definitely not. Doesn't sound like me." from the dialogue responses prompts for sweetjane x reed? Hier sind keksen.

I cannot, for the life of me, find the actual prompt that this one's from. anyways! set after this one and shortly before this one; just a few little drabbles about Reed’s post-faux breakup activities. Sweetjane, who’s only mentioned in this one, belongs to @bleumanouche

Reed can’t sleep despite his bone-deep exhaustion. Margot refuses to settle down; all he can hear is panting, nails clicking on the metal flooring and the occasional soft whine as she paces around the small room. He finally snaps at her when she starts scratching at the door. He doesn’t know what her problem is but-

No, that’s a lie. He knows what her problem is. He should’ve seen it coming- the settlement was barely out of their line of sight when Margot looked back the first time, as if she were looking for someone she thought would be there. She continued to do it their entire trek back to the airport. The shepherd’s agitation grew as they continued on and it just escalated when the two returned to Reed’s quarters for the night. Now, the dog in question won’t stop pawing at Reed’s arm while he feigns sleep.

As if Reed doesn’t already feel guilty enough, seeing his best friend frantically searching like this just amplifies it.

A few minutes pass before Reed feels a cold nose bump against his arm again. He sighs and makes room for her, then pats the bed a few times. Margot jumps up and circles twice before she lays down next to Reed.

“I’m sorry girl. I know you miss her too, but it’s for the best.” He says softly, then buries a hand in her rough coat. She sighs heavily and rolls onto her side, back facing him. Even though he knows she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he feels like she doesn’t believe him.

It’s going to be a long night. ____________________________________________

“Is there a problem with your orders, Paladin?”

Reed cringes. “My rifle’s been destroyed and I haven’t been able to get a suitable replacement. I won’t be able to complete this mission exactly as you’ve ordered, but if you’re willing to be lenient-”

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this?”

“I thought I’d be able to replace it quickly and I wasn’t expecting to be given a field assignment already.”

The older man scowls. “I see. That’s disappointing. In that case, I expect you to report back to Knight-Sergeant Gavil for reassignment. You’re dismissed.”

Reed hesitates, debating on if it’s worth it to argue the decision. As much as he hated working under Kells, he never got field assignments- it’s the last thing he would’ve expected after returning to the Prydwen only a week ago.

The older man cocks an eyebrow, as if he’s expecting a rebuttal.

“Understood.” __________________________________________

The earthy smell of ginseng had started to mix with the salty coastal breeze from the open windows on the far side of the kitchen. Two old teacups sit on the worn counter while Mercy carefully pours tea into them. She takes both cups and walks into the front room, Reed following closely behind.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a long-term placement for Dez? I thought you were still up at that old farm with Sweetjane.” Mercy asked after settling down on the worn couch next to Reed. She offers him one of the teacups and sets her own down on the table next to her.

“Yeah, I’ve been on that one for a while.” Reed replied coolly. “I’m on leave right now. It’s quiet enough there- we barely have to do anything, they’ll be fine for a bit without me.”

Mercy’s eyes narrow as she picks up on his uncomfortable shift in posture. “What happened between you two?”

Reed glanced at her nervously. “Nothing happened. There were just some complications, I guess you could say. I’ve been meaning to tell Dez to send someone else to replace me but haven’t gotten to it yet.” He takes a sip of the tea, then grimaces. “This is disgusting, by the way.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Mercy takes one of Reed’s hands in hers. “Cy, tell me what happened.”

“I just needed to get away for a bit. We …haven’t been explicitly platonic during this placement. It was just supposed to be casual, something to do during downtime or if one of us couldn’t sleep. You know how it is.” His eyes meet hers momentarily and she strokes the back of his hand with her thumb. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“You panicked and left,” It was more of a statement than an actual question. Reed nods hesitantly.

“Yeah. It was just- too much. It was quiet, she was still asleep, one of those mornings y’know? Except I got in my head instead of enjoying it.” Reed pauses. “Shit, I think I’m in love with her.”

“I see. Did you tell her that? Or at least tell her where you were going?”

“No, why would I?”

“Running from her isn’t how you should handle that. I know you’re aware of that.”

“I know. I fucked up. She didn’t deserve that.”

“You’re right, she didn’t.”

“I know- trust me, I know. I’m not even sure where to go from here. I left my rifle there too- I can’t just not have that, but I doubt she even still has it. She’s probably sold it and moved on with her life by now.” Reed nervously runs a hand through his hair. The nervous tremor doesn’t go unnoticed.

Mercy frowns at that. “Wait- how long has it been?”

“...About three weeks now, give or take a few days.” Reed replies hesitantly.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Mercy swears under her breath when Reed doesn’t respond. “You ran away from her three weeks ago and you’re just now trying to find a solution for it. Is that correct?” Reed nods. “You know she’s likely reported you as dead by now, right? You went MIA on her for three weeks and left your only valuable possession with her. There’s no way she hasn’t reported you as dead yet. What the fuck do you think is going to happen now when you go back to HQ after they get that report?”

“That’s not my only valuable object,” Reed objects. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d be able to help- you know her, and you’re better at handling these things than I am.”

“You’re going to fix this. I’m not letting you treat her like this, she at least deserves an apology and some closure.” Mercy lets go of Reed’s hand and takes a sip of her tea, then shoots a look back at him. “Go get your shit packed, we are going to go back to her so you can apologize.”

“You don’t need to go with me-”

“This isn’t up for debate. I need to make sure she’s okay, and I need to make sure that you don’t do anything else to hurt her. Honestly, you should be grateful that I like you enough to even want you around at this point.”

Reed flinches at that. “You care about her too, don’t you.”

Mercy scowls. “This isn’t about me. You fucked up and apparently need supervision to actually fix it.”

“What am I even supposed to tell her? ‘Sorry, I panicked at 6AM and ran away, no hard feelings’? I can’t tell her why, that’s going to ruin our friendship.”

“You’ve probably already ruined it as it is. She deserves the truth- at least tell her it wasn’t anything she did.”

Reed sighs. “Fine. I know you’re right.”

“I was serious about you packing your bags, by the way,” Mercy takes another sip of her tea. “It’s only a few hours’ ride there. We should be able to make it there before dark if we leave soon.”

#thank you!!💖#this was going to have a little drabble about Ingram giving Reed shit about the rifle too but I simply don’t want to look at this anymore #there’s just something really entertaining about Reed being like ‘I forgor :^(‘ about a huge fuckoff rifle #bo.docs #ship: Reed x Sweetjane #OC: Reed #OC: Margot #OC: Sweetjane #Reed tag

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"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; 18+, shameless smut, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, praise k!nk, size k!nk, virgin!ken, switch!reader, sub!ken, dom!ken, the plot doesn't connect with the movie, kinda slow burn, grammar mistakes

Part 1

"you're a doll, you are flawless"

~flawless, the neighborhood~

Y/n has finally graduated from high school. Not only that, but thanks to her hard work, she's been admitted to a prestigious university only two hours away from her parents' house.

Still, even though the distance between her childhood home and her new school is not that important, y/n is currently packing and will soon be moving into her new, small studio apartment.

It's late in the morning and she's going through her old toys, preserved in cardboard boxes at the back of her closet. Her y/h/c hair's on a bun and she's wearing sweatpants.

Earlier the same morning, with her mom's priceless help, she had managed to go through her desk, bookshelf and drawers, organising, packing or simply putting away all the stuff that has been collected in her bedroom the last eighteen years.

"A dozen Barbie dolls and only one Ken.", she thinks aloud as she's tackling the last box, filled with childhood memories.

Ken is staring at her from the bottom of the box and y/n almost feels guilty at how much she used to ignore him during her childhood play time.

In one impulsive motion she picks him up, while observing his perfect abs, blonde hair contradicting the tan colour of his skin and his cute set of beach wear (stripped shorts and open flannel in pink and blue pastels).

"Poor guy, I've been unfair to you, haven't I?", she chuckles mostly to herself.

At around six in the afternoon y/n's done with packing. She's actually driving to her new place as we speak. What's more, she unconsciously threw Ken in her backpack and is now carrying him along with her. Not that he would complain if he knew.

Y/n's Ken doll has been a part of her toy collection since she was six (she stopped playing with dolls at nine). Unlike her beloved Barbie dolls, Ken's never been y/n's favourite. He's always been just.... there. He was simply included in a Barbie set that her parents gifted her with, at her sixth birthday.

Back at Barbieland, Ken has been facing the consequences of his owner's ignorance for as long as he can remember. While all of y/n's Barbies are confident and spending their days living happily ever after (the aftermath of y/n's love and attention), Ken has always been the black sheep. He isn't exactly bursting with confidence. Neither does he own a Dream house. He's also never invited to the parties the Barbies are often having and to say the least, Ken is lonely. He wishes he could say that he enjoys being by himself most of the time, but without even another Ken, his existence seems pointless.

Ken used to cherish the sporadic attention he would get during y/n's early years in life. An outfit change, a walk at the beach or a small talk with one of the Barbies, guided by his owner was all he needed to feel somehow included (or that's what he always tried to convince himself).

Ken, with his limited knowledge regarding the real world, had concluded that the lack of what little attention he was receiving, was due to the fact that the little girl whose possession he was in, had now turned into a young lady. And having the Barbies as an example of how a lady is, he wasn't surprised that the girl had no use for him whatsoever.

Y/n wakes up in the morning, feeling groggy and disoriented. She wishes she could blame that on the environment change, but the truth is, last night she had a rather strange dream.

Y/n's pov:

She had reached her destination at about eight in the evening. After discussing some final details with her unexpectedly sweet landlady, she called her mom to inform her that she's alright and has settled in. Y/n had also managed to unpack most of her things, including her Ken doll that was laying on her desk when she changed into her matching pyjama set and got comfy in the warmth of her brand new, king sized bed.

After such a long day, y/n was equally drained both physically and mentally. The prospect of living alone, without the comfort of her parents' presence, was already enough to trouble her poor brain. On top of that, classes started tomorrow, leaving y/n no time to adjust to her new living conditions. And don't get me started on the actual unpacking and settling in process! All these heavy boxes, suitcases and IKEA furniture had gotten the best of y/n. Obviously, as soon as she found a comfortable position to sleep in, she immediately drifted off.

Y/n's sleep was disturbed by a shuffling sound, coming from the other side of the room. Normally, under any other circumstances, she would be terrified to spot the dark figure of a tall, strong looking man, staring at her in the middle of the night, after probably having broken into her apartment. However that was not the case. In her state of sleepiness and dizziness, her focus fading in and out of consciousness, her brain fuzzy and not entirely awake, y/n didn't feel any amount of fear but translated the image in front of her as part of a dream.

And what was this image in front of her, you may ask. Well, her previously unwanted Ken doll, was now at the feet of her bed, standing six foot tall, looking down at her with an adorably confused expression carved on his otherwise perfect features.

Ken's pov:

Ken was incredibly lucky that y/n thought she was dreaming, because not only didn't she scream at him to get the hell out, but she actually smiled at him. A small, uncertain and sleepy smile, no less a genuine smile. Even in his own state of confusion, Ken felt his insides melt at the sight of this small woman in front of him, smiling at him, actually noticing him.

He advanced closer to the head of the bed, so that he could take a better look at the girl who was sitting there. Ken sat at the edge of the bed and immediately recognised the person in question. She was clearly y/n. The girl who used to play with him and the Barbies was looking at him with intense interest and a glint in her y/e/c eyes that he had never seen before.

He took in her features. Ken had somehow expected to come face to face with a child, but obviously y/n was no longer a little girl but a beautiful woman. Sure, living in Barbieland Ken had learnt that all women were beautiful, however his old "owner" wasn't pretty in the sense a Barbie was pretty. Studying her features, Ken noticed y/n's hair wasn't neatly done like the Barbies', her skin dimpled and crised when she smiled, her teeth weren't the perfect shade of white or identical to one another, the apples of her cheeks were pinkish with sleep and her eyes held a warmth and complexity that made his stomach flutter. Ken was entranced by the simple image of this young lady, without any makeup or pretty clothes. He even felt like he had some kind of power over her, since she was so much smaller than him. He caught himself thinking that he could fit her whole face in the palm of his hand. The sudden urge to be the one to protect her and have the exclusivity of seeing her so unkempt and "naked" washed over him.

"Oh my!! You're actually Ken!", it was y/n that broke the silence, with her thrilled remark about the person who seemed lost in thought in front of her.

Ken was abruptly brought back to reality. How could something like this even happen? It should be practically impossible. One moment he was taking a nap at the beach and the next thing he knew, he was sitting in a chair in a dark room he concluded belonged to y/n. He might not be the brightest guy (the Kens weren't supposed to be smarter than the Barbies anyway) but he realised something very wrong was happening. The dolls living in Barbieland weren't supposed to be able to come to the real world.

"Y/n! Hey! I never thought I'd meet you in person."

She simply giggled at that. Her giggle was spontaneous and made Ken blush, since he was so unfamiliar with women reacting to him in such a way. Her expression was so girly, almost shy, making Ken bolder than he felt. He climbed all the way onto the bed so that they were basically sitting next to each other.

Y/n felt her face growing warmer and not because of the sleepiness. "That's a very realistic dream", she thought to herself. But exactly because she had convinced herself that Ken was part of her imagination she was also about to act bolder than her usual self.

She turned her body so that she was facing him and not just sitting next to him. Y/n then extended an arm in order to brush away some stray hairs that had fallen in his face. That simple motion was enough to make Ken's heart beat as loud as a hammer and he believed y/n could actually hear it from where she was sitting, so close to him. To his utter surprise, she didn't retrieve her hand after making sure his (ridiculously soft) hair was back in place.

Maybe y/n would be intimidated by Ken's perfect posture and dreamy eyes, by his chiseled jawline and veiny hands or by the fact that his pupils were dilated more than was necessary for the dark around them (there were fairy lights all around the room) if she were to meet him face to face in real life. But y/n was in a dream (or so she thought). Her dream, her rules and she showed no sign of intimidation.

With the hand that had just brushed Ken's hair, she proceeded to cup his face, while caressing his perfectly carved cheek bone with the pad of her thumb. Ken closed his eyes at the sensation, since no one had ever showed him tenderness like that. His reaction to her touch only encouraged y/n to continue exploring this life sized Ken doll.

With nimble fingers that made Ken's breath hitch multiple times, she started caressing him, beginning with his collarbones and slowly making a trail over his toned chest to his lower abs. His skin was soft and warm to the touch and y/n's mind was quick to put together multiple ungodly thoughts.

Ken's hands had reached and grabbed the bedsheets as soon as y/n's teasing ones had started going over his abs, torturously slow. Of course he didn't know why he felt the way he did, she was just touching him (as a doll he never had been subjected to anything remotely sexual before this very moment), but he could feel a weird anticipation gathering at the pit of his stomach (and lower). Oddly enough, he didn't move, he didn't even speak, scared that he would destroy this peculiar situation he'd found himself in. He told himself that "You're a doll and this human girl is simply... playing with you?". It didn't sound right but it certainly felt good.

When she reached at his lower abdomen, just below his belly button, y/n drew her hands back. He had felt so real to the touch she started to question her previous belief that she was merely dreaming.

Ken saw her expression change from lustful (he didn't know that's what it was called), to a placated one. She searched his face for an answer, without realising how her doe eyes had captured every bit of Ken's attention.

"Y/n", he whispered under a shaky inhale, leaning towards her like a moth hypnotized by the flame.

"I'm sorry Ken, I really am."

"About what?!", he asked, generally confused.

"When I was little I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" he knew that much. He had never given a real kiss back in Barbieland but at least he was familiar with the concept.

Y/n was lost for words. A sudden realization that this felt too real to be any short of wet dream had dawned on her (if that was the case she would have woken up by now). When she didn't answer right away, Ken turned his hot gaze on her parted lips. They were swollen from sleep and rozy but not in the manufactured way the Barbies' lips look in the morning. He had to fight back the urge to attack her mouth with his own, since he was still waiting for her consent.

Y/n finally gave the smallest nod, indicating shyness and reluctance, though her gaze was once again intense, making Ken's breath get caught in his throat.

He leaned in, gently but no less eagerly and was pleasantly surprised (not for the last time) when y/n, leaning towards him as well, connected their lips in a soft, slow and lingering kiss.

Y/n's hot breath on his mouth made Ken gasp and draw himself even closer to *his* girl, while his right hand, moving on its own, reached for her already messy hair, tagging at it softly.

Y/n was equally surprised by the kiss. Ken's lips were unbelievably soft and his body emitted a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together (a motion in which Ken was oblivious to for the time being) as she reached for his neck, taking the lead. She drew him even closer to her, their chests colliding. Ken gasped -again- at the sensation of her round breasts pressing against his mascular body and he reacted by snaking both arms around her narrow waist.

When y/n took Ken's bottom lip between her teeth, tagging at it softly, he let out the smallest moan. In return he drew back, only to smash his lips on her own once more, with a passion and an urgency that made y/n weak in his strong arms. Her tongue asked for access he happily gave and he found himself backing his hips against her as their tongues swirled around one another for the first time.

When they parted, they were both breathless and panting heavily. Ken looked at y/n with an adoration that made her short circuit. He had never felt that important to anyone, but the tight grip she had on his biceps was proof that she wanted him. Really wanted him, needed him, even. Ken was important to her, at least at that moment.

This blissful state of his was short lived, due to y/n standing up and turning on the big light on the ceiling.

After taking a moment so that his vision could readjust to the light, Ken's eyes found y/n again. She was standing now and he took a mental note to never forget how tiny and young, how vulnerable she looked in her gray pyjama set with her tousled hair all over, like a miniature lioness. To be honest, Ken didn't have the right words to describe what he was seeing, but the warmth in his chest (and an unexplainable discomfort in his breeches) was enough for him.

"Oh shit-

Oh my gosh....I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Y/n looked shocked and Ken grew hot with embarrassment because of it.

"I'm just as confused as you are, y/n", at least he was able to say something. Because now the light was on, he could see her feminine figure and wanted nothing more than to squish her round thighs and then-

"I mean... you're actually Ken...like... HOW?!"

"Please don't be angry at me, I can't explain how or why, but instead of waking up in Barbieland I woke up here", he said with an apologetic look on his face, while standing up like a child that just got scolded.

Y/n took a deep breath in, deciding he was too damn hot to actually be angry at him. It also wasn't his fault and at the end of the day she liked the idea of having a "boytoy" so eager and sweet. She really hadn't done Ken justice as a child but thought she could pay him back now.

You see, y/n's father is working for Mattel and she knows some things the average person doesn't. For one thing, she's aware that Barbieland exists and that on some very rare occasions the dolls come to the real world.

"It's alright Ken. I know it's not your fault"

Hearing her voice was not only soothing to him, but his name on her mouth made him lightheaded.

"but you have to get back. I don't know what it could mean to my world that you're here."

At the sound of that final statement, Ken visibly frowned and felt a weight settling in his chest. He had just come to this world and on top of that he and y/n had shared enough kisses to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend according to Barbieland standards.

He reminded himself, as always, he's just Ken. He's always second, even if for a moment he felt like a ten, lost in y/n's tender but also hot touch.

"I understand, y/n. I'll leave then and get back to Barbieland", not that he knew how.

She too felt she didn't want him to leave just yet, the tension was so thick she could almost see it all around them. Nevertheless, it was past midnight and she had three morning classes tomorrow, so she let Ken go without uttering another word.

To say the least, Ken was heartbroken. In one night he had experienced so many new sensations and emotions and he knew he wouldn't be able to get y/n out of his head no matter how hard he'd try. He ended up dozing off while sitting on her doorstep, looking at the stars and imagining y/n's small hands caressing him lower and lower until...

notes~~

Hello beautiful people! I hope you enjoyed part 1 of my Ken smut fic :)

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