ken with “can you come pick me up?” and “is that my shirt?” fluff to suggestive, thinking of picking him up late at night and you rolled out of bed putting one of his shirts on that he’d accidentally put in your washing pile to go and get him
Ken x Reader drabble.
“Can you come pick me up” & “is that my shirt?” literally just fluff
Word Count: 1205
I made myself laugh like crazy writing this shit I adore it
Loud ringing rattles in your head, startling you from a deep, peaceful slumber. Your hand smacks around onto the bed wildly as you try desperately to grab your phone. When you finally grab it, bright, white light pierces through your vision and burns your eyes. But through the overwhelming sensations, you see it. Ken, your newly appointed, and very innocent boyfriend, is calling you at 1pm on a weekend.
What.
A whimper of exhaustion escapes you as you answer the phone, head reeling at his excited squeals echo through the phone and into your ears.
“Ken, what's up? Why are you calling me so late,” your voice is lined with sleep- raspy and low. However, Ken doesn't seem to notice and talks bright and cheery, as if it were a happy, summer's day. As per usual.
“Hi! My car got stolen, can you come pick me up?”
“What!?” Heart thudding out of your chest, you jump up, grabbing at random nearby clothes before shoving them on. Whatever hope you had at sleeping peacefully tonight is now long gone- along with Ken's car apparently.
You should've known.
“Yeah, no big deal or anything! I just need to be picked up!”
“Um, it's a very big deal Ken. You literally just got your license and that car!”
The trip to your car is faster than normal and your bare feet scrape along the concrete painfully with every rushed step. Your shoes dangle uselessly in your hands along with your keys. The shoes can wait, Ken, unfortunately, typically cannot. He's high maintenance on a good day.
“Okay, Ken. Where are you at?”
“I don't know. There's a bar and a lot of guys yelling.” You can practically hear his excitement through the phone. “I've never seen a fight like this before!”
“I think you should get away from them.”
“No, that's okay!”
A loud, exasperated sigh escapes you, “Ken! What's the bar's name?”
“Wilsons!”
“WILSONS!?! Ken, that's an hour away, how the hell did you get over there!?”
He gives a noncommittal hum and you can practically see the way he shrugs through the phone. If you didn't adore him so much, he'd be stranded. But you can't do that to him. So, you set the bar in the GPS and leave, blasting music to keep yourself awake.
“Okay! Ken, listen to me. Do not go anywhere else. Do not go to the bar. Stay outside and wait for me.”
“Okay! I'm so excited to see you soon!”
“Hmmmm,” a loud sigh escapes you, “I'm excited to see you too, Ken.”
“Yay!”
“OH ALSO! Do not take anything that anyone gives you. Okay?”
“Okay! Bye, bye!”
You can only hope he will still be there by the time you arrive.
~
Like an obedient dog, Ken sat on the side of the street for exactly an hour, waiting patiently for your arrival. When you pull up next to him, he jumps up and beams brightly as he waves with both hands. Despite how angry you are, you can't help but smile back at him.
“Hi, oh my gosh! These men are so nice, they kept offering me drinks and telling me how nice my girlfriend was for picking me up. You should go meet them!”
“Get in the car, Ken.” He follows your directions immediately, staring at you with a small smile and raised brows. “Are you okay? Where is your car, hun?”
“Yeah, I'm great right now!” He chuckles and leans forwards, face inches away from yours, “I have no idea where my car is! But that's okay because my beautiful girlfriend is here!”
Your fingers find the back of his neck, before your hand slides to cup his jaw. He's so painfully ignorant sometimes, but goodness he always looks so hot doing it. It would be easy to kiss him right now, but your eyes flicker over and you lock onto men ogling at you and Ken through the window. He follows your gaze and laughs loudly, waving at them as they laugh and point back.
Not friendly. Despite what Ken thinks.
The car squeals off suddenly and Ken releases a loud huff, falling back against the seats as you speed away. He whines as the bar disappears from sight before shrugging and turning back towards you.
“How was your night, Y/N?”
“I was enjoying some much needed sleep and then someone called me at 1am saying their brand new car just got stolen.” The anger slips out easily and Ken deflates, smile faltering as he sinks into the seats.
“I'm sorry. I screwed things up again.”
“No, Ken. You're still learning, we all are really. It's okay, sweetie. I'm just tired”
“Well! Then we can go home and cuddle all night and sleep in tomorrow! I've been told by a special someone that I'm the best cuddler in the west.”
“Really? They must be really smart to think that, huh?”
Your gaze shifts over to him and you smile softly, watching as his eyes flicker over your face. They're full of so much softness- so much love and adoration. They shift down and widen suddenly and Ken jumps up, slamming his head into the ceiling as he laughs loudly.
“Ahahah! Is that my shirt?” His finger reaches out and he strokes the material, pulling it away from your skin before letting it fall back. “That's totally my shirt!”
“What?”
You glance down and see it, Ken's favorite pink striped shirt is laying over your body, clinging in all the right places and loose in others. You didn't have time to be picky earlier and you barely even noticed what you shoved on. But now Ken notices and Ken seems very excited at the idea of you in his clothes.
“Oh, yeah. I just threw whatever was on the floor. I didn't even look really. Sorry, I can take it off when we get home.”
“No! No. You look good in it. I mean you look good.” His eyes trail over your body and he leans even closer, practically filling your nose with a faint bubblegum scent. “You should wear my clothes more often!”
“Yeah? You think so?”
It's so easy to tease him, even easier when you're not driving. But this will have to do.
“Oh I know so!”
“Well, how about we go home and I try some more on? Give you a little show?”
“Oh, that sounds amazing!” He presses back into the chair and nibbles at his lips before looking out towards the passing trees. “Do you mean that in a sexual way?”
“Yes, Ken. I mean that in a sexual way.”
A loud whoop escapes him and he celebrates, pumping his fist as he dances in his seat. He turns back towards you suddenly, calm and unexpectedly suave as he continues to try and woo you.
“And I can give you a show? Try on some of your clothes?”
A screeching laugh tears from your throat as you try to compose yourself. You calm quickly and turn back towards him as you try and hold in your laughter.
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
I was originally going to do this at 100 followers, but I hit 150 before I could upload it teehee and now, I'm almost at 200! Thank you all so much for following. I hope each and every one of you enjoy my content as my as I enjoy making it!
Writing has been a journey for me these past 2 months and ive learned a lot about myself and my writing and hopefully I keep learning more in the future.
So as a small celebration and thanks I shall open the floor to requests for small drabbles or headcanons. Most ones will be in between 1-2k words!
Rules:
- Choose 1 character
-Choose 1-2 prompts
-Choose relevant tags
Make sure to include these things and if possible, triggers you absolutely want to avoid at all costs.
Characters:
Bucky
Ryland Grace
Lars Lindstrom
Driver
Ken
Courtland
Prompts:
(I didn't make these btw it's just a collection of ones I found that I really liked)
"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"
Ryland putting his hands on your stomach when you're having period cramps. He runs hot sometimes, so he hopes it helps. You find yourself almost moaning out as he expands his large fingers and tickles them down your navel before resting them with the slightest bit of pressure as he brings himself in to spoon you properly. Ryland is so careful moving behind you as if shifting wrong would cause you discomfort, but you let him adjust your body as needed because you need him more. You can feel his entire body against you and something about that is soothing along with the warmth from his hands as you drift in and out of sleep.
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