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tightjeansjavi · 1 year ago
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♡ Barbie Girl ♡ | AU!Joel Miller x f! Reader
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A/N: this was such a fun lil idea to pursue and I love the idea of Joel wearing pink just cause he knows how happy it makes Sarah ♡
~word count: 1.5k~
Summary: Joel, Sarah and Tommy go to the Barbie movie opening weekend
Warnings: none, lots of fluff, Joel is a feminist icon, soft dad vibes, Joel is a girl dad himbo, he’ll do anything to make his kid happy, Sarah is an icon on her own, Tommy is Tommy of course but he’s so himbo too, AU that takes place in 2023, Joel is a progressive dad, Sarah loves him for it, little bit of flirting with Joel and the reader, no age gap, some spoilers for the Barbie movie! (+18 for language) minors dni.
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July 2023, Austin Texas
Joel Miller never would consider himself to be a ‘girl dad’ as the younger generation would refer to him as. He had to literally look up what the word ‘DILF’ meant when Sarah told him one day after school that all of the moms thought he was attractive. He had Google on speed dial just so he could feel like he was ‘hip’ again. 36 years old and he felt older than ever. Sarah was a big help of course and steered her dad in the right direction political wise. Her dad was a good man of course, but nothing made her happier than when she had his full support as a young woman. Before the Barbie movie came out, Joel and Sarah spent every weekend volunteering at a local women’s shelter. The bumper of his truck was decorated with women-empowering stickers including a sticker that said, ‘Abortion is Healthcare’ and ‘Women’s Rights Are Human Rights.’ He didn’t stop there of course. He also had a BLM sticker, ‘Dismantle White Supremacy’, ‘Eat The Rich’ and he still had a Bernie sticker front and center.
The weekend that the Barbie movie came out, Joel had already pre ordered tickets for him, Sarah and Tommy as well who had multiple pink shirts for Joel to choose from. Sarah had insisted that they all had to wear pink and Joel would do just about anything to make his baby girl happy.
“Are ya sure your old man doesn’t look silly in this?��� Joel gestured to his hot pink tee-shirt with a soft huff as he observed his appearance in the mirror.
“Dad, why do you think you look silly? Pink is totally your color!” Sarah responded with a genuine smile as she playfully placed the Barbie baseball cap on his mess of brown curls. “Do you or do you not feel Bonita?”
Joel stifled a chuckle, shaking his head as he fixed the cap on his head. “I feel Bonita.”
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The drive to the movie theater consisted of listening to a Barbie inspired Spotify playlist off of Sarah’s phone. Joel and Tommy proudly knew every word to the Barbie Girl song of course. Once they arrived to the theater, Joel was awe-struck at the amount of people who were dressed in pink and he felt less self-conscious about his hot pink shirt when he saw numerous guys and dads wearing pink shirts as well.
At first he was confused when a group of women around his age said, “Hi Ken” to him and Tommy, and “Hi Barbie” to Sarah who immediately responded with a wave and, “Hi Barbie!” She gently nudged her dad with her elbow as he stood there blinking, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Dad, you gotta say hi Barbie! Back.”
“Oh. OH! Shit, sorry sweet pea.” He cleared his throat under his breath before he raised his hand with a sheepish smile. “Hi Barbie!” He was looking right at you out of all of your friends. You were dressed head to toe in pink and you mirrored the same sheepish smile that he did. Joel turned to his daughter afterwards, cheeks feeling inflamed. “Did I do alright? So, I say that everytime someone says hi Ken?”
“You did great, dad! Yeah, so everytime a Barbie says, ‘hi Ken!’ You say, ‘hi Barbie!’, and when a Ken says, ‘hi Ken!’ You say, ‘hi Ken!’”
“Yeah, brother. It ain’t that hard.” Tommy chimed in and wrapped his arm around Joel’s shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.
“Shuddup Tommy.” Joel grumbled under his breath.
Your friends from your college days insisted that you join them to go see the new Barbie movie. At first you were against the idea until you read reviews and once you saw it was a movie that empowered women, you were all in. It was your idea in the end to dress head to toe in pink and you and your friends each had a comfort Barbie in your purses as well.
When you saw Joel Miller across the way looking confused as all hell when your friends said ‘hi Ken!’ You thought he was adorable for two reasons. One being he clearly was wearing pink to support his daughter and two, he looked proud of himself after saying ‘hi Barbie!’ To you and your friends.
“Now, that’s a real man if I’ve ever seen one!” Your one friend, Jessica excitedly whispered to the group as if she was back in her highschool days in the passing period hallways.
“Okay, but his brother? Jesus Christ, if I wasn’t married I would be all over that!” Avery chimed in with a giggle.
“How do you know that they’re brothers? They could be two dads taking their daughter to the movies.” You responded with a shrug as you pulled up the tickets on your phone.
“Nah, they look related and besides, the one with the baseball cap was looking right at you babe!” Jaimie commented with a small grin as she nudged your side gently.
“No, he wasn’t.” You responded with a light laugh and shake of your head.
“Girl, he looked like a blubbering fish when he saw you.” Your friends all affirmed.
Your friends were right on the money with that one. Joel Miller was doing his absolute best to check you out in the most respectful way he could while he was in the line for popcorn. Sarah of course caught the way her dad was looking at you, and she was determined to get him to muster up the courage to talk to you after the movie.
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The movie was everything Sarah had imagined it to be. She laughed, she cried and Joel and Tommy had teared up during some of the scenes. Especially when Barbie and Ken travel to the real world and the first thing she experiences is being cat-called and objectified by men. The patriarchy was alive and well outside of Barbie land and as a straight man, Joel recognized that he and Tommy had an easy life compared to their female counterparts. This didn’t mean that they agreed with it. In fact, Joel and Tommy were fully against the patriarchal system.
Sarah found herself hugging her dad tightly as the credits rolled and he was gently smoothing down her curls and kissing the top of her head. Sometimes Joel felt guilty over the fact that Sarah no longer had a mother figure in her life, but it was moments like these that reminded him that he was just a dad doing his best for his kid who he loved so dearly. “I love you so much, baby girl. I’ll always fight for you. Okay, kiddo?” He whispered softly with his lips against her temple.
Sarah hugged him tighter. “I love you so much dad. Thank you for always being there for me.”
Tommy was tearing up again.
The three Millers took a selfie with the Barbie poster just outside the movie theater with their faces squished into the frame. The picture was being taken while you were standing outside of the women’s bathroom waiting for your friends. You watched as Joel struggled to get his phone at the right angle, so you took it upon yourself to go over and help. “Hi Kens, hi Barbie! Would you guys like me to take a picture of you?”
Joel already felt his cheeks begin to heat up. “Hi Barbie. That would be great if ya could. Can never get these damn angles right with this thing. I uh—I like your outfit. It’s very Barbie.” He commented softly.
“Thanks, Ken. I really like your baseball cap.” You responded with a genuine smile as he handed you his phone. You took a few steps back so that all three Miller’s would be in the frame. You took a few photos before handing him his phone back just as your friends were departing from the bathroom.
“Hey, Barbie? Before you go, my dad is way too shy to say it but he thinks you’re super duper pretty.” Sarah proclaimed without skipping a beat.
Joel was beet red now as he scrubbed a hand down his face, fingertips scraping across his beard. “Sarah! You can’t just—” He sighed with a nervous smile. “Okay, it’s true Barbie. I do think you’re super duper pretty. Cats out of the bag thanks to my daughter.” He gave Sarah a playful warning look and mussed up her curls.
“Well Ken, it’s your lucky day because I think you’re really handsome. Do you wanna see Oppenheimer with me next weekend?”
“I would absolutely love to go see Oppenheimer with you next weekend Barbie.” Joel didn’t hesitate to respond.
“It’s a date. See you next weekend, Ken.” You exchanged phone numbers before you made your way over to your friends who were waiting for you.
“This Barbie has a date next weekend!” You told your friends the good news and they all excitedly cheered for you.
As soon as Joel and Sarah got home, Sarah dug out her old box of Barbie’s and brought them down to the living room, while Joel had found all of the Barbie DVD’s that Sarah insisted he keep. They spent the rest of the evening playing with her Barbie’s and watching the Princess and the Pauper; Sarah’s all time favorite Barbie movie.
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frost-queen · 7 months ago
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Kenough for you (Reader x Ken)
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“Are… are you okay?” – you asked approaching the guy sitting on a bench. He was clearly sobbing. You had seen many bystanders ignore him due to his funky cowboy outfit. You couldn’t ignore him as your mind kept being drawn to him. Gently extending your hand, you touched his shoulder. It startled him. Making him turn jumpy to you, looking in shock at you. Now you had a good view of his face. – “Are you alright?” – you asked again.
He wiped a hand aggressively over his face. Clearing his throat afterwards, puffing his chest a bit up. – “I… I had something in my eye.” – he answered trying to sound confident. – “Okay.” – you replied not wanting to hurt his pride, although there was nothing wrong with a good cry. You already turned half away, not sure what more you could do.
You were about a few steps away from him when he got up. – “Wait!” – he called out making you stop. He came jogging over, the ruffles on his shirt waving with his movement. – “You… you came over to me?” – he said.
His expression made you unsure what he meant by that. – “Yes…” – you replied hesitant. He started to smile. A bit too energetic. – “You came to me… on your own… you a girl!” – he expressed overjoyed. It made you frown at him. – “Was that… wrong?” – you questioned not sure anymore. The man grabbed you by your shoulders tight, shaking his head. – “No, no not at all.” – he spoke.
“You see Barbie never comes over to me. It is always me going up to see her.” – he explained with a few hand gestures. – “Barbie?” – you cut in confused. – “Yes Barbie.” – he answered a bit bitsy, wanting to gush more about Barbie. You weren’t listening much further as you tried to work your brain over it.
“Are… are you talking about Barbie from Mattel?” – you asked with a quizzable brow. The man tilted his head confused at you. – “What’s a Mattel?” – he wanted to know. – “Barbie!” – you said loud, arguing with him about it. The man laughed chuckles. – “No Barbie is Barbie.” – he said dreamy.
He continued to gush about Barbie and how he sort of lost her. You tried to follow with his story, but it seemed very odd. Till you got an intrusive thought. – “Wait are you Ken?” – you shouted holding your hand up. The man went silent, blinking confused at you. – “You… you know me.” – he said in a sweet tone. Your eyes went wide before you laughed. Laughs quickly dying out when he stared all serious at you.
“Sorry.” – you apologized. – “So… so you lost your Barbie?” – you spoke after some silence to start the conversation once more. Ken nodded with pouted lips. – “Where… where did you last see her?” – you asked. Ken scratched his head, lifting the cowboy hat a bit up. – “There were smaller people.” – he responded thoughtfully.
“How tall?” – you questioned. Ken moved his hand to his hip, then moving it up till he lowered it doubtfully down once more. – “Okay a school then.” – you let out. You were about to lead the way till you realized you weren’t sure if he wanted you to tag along. – “Do you mind if I come with you? Help you find Barbie.” – you asked. Ken shook his head.
You gestured in a direction, walking beside Ken.  – “I’m Y/n.” – you said holding your hand out. – “Ken.” – he responded staring at your hand for a moment before shaking it happily. It made you chuckle at how adorably unaware he is. Ken smiled back at you, making sure he staid at your side as you navigated him through the city. You arrived at the school, yet there was no sign of Barbie. – “I don’t see her?” – Ken said, overlooking the deserted playground.
You checked your watch, seeing school had ended half an hour ago. – “I’ll see if anyone is still inside to ask.” – you suggested taking a few steps. You paused seeing that Ken wasn’t following you. – “Aren’t you coming?” – you questioned. Ken jump up straight, jogging over. – “I didn’t think you’d want me along.” – he said as you held the door open for him.
“Why would I not…” – you started, already filling in the rest in your mind. The way he was talking before, made you think he wasn’t used to being put first or feel wanted. Ken and you walked in, going up to the teacher’s lounge.
Knocking on the door, you heard a yes to enter. – “Hi, I’ve got a quick question.” – you said looking at the man drinking his coffee. Ken moved his hand up, saying softly ‘hi’ as it made you lower his hand. – “Have you noticed a woman around her, answering to the name Barbie?” – you asked. The man raised his eyebrow, setting his coffee down.
“She’s probably the prettiest woman you had ever seen in your life. Blonde hair. Lot’s of pink?” – you turned to Ken for validation that you were describing her well. Ken nodded letting you know you were on the right track. – “Left a long time.” – the man answered. – “Do you know where?” – you asked. – “Beats me.” – the man answered. You tugged on Ken’s sleeve, pulling him back outside with you.
Outside Ken went dramatically over to a wall, leaning his arm against it to sob. – “Don’t worry Ken, we’ll find Barbie.” – you reassured him. He sniffed loud. – “You think so?” – he asked looking at you. You nodded with a smile. Ken ran over to you, throwing his arms around you. – “You are awesome Y/n.” – he expressed letting go off you.
It made you laugh shyly. Ken and you left the school. – “Where do you want to look?” – you suggested. Ken looked confused at you. – “You… you want me to choose?” – he let out. You nodded with a smile. – “You know Barbie best. Where do you think she would go?” – you replied. Ken thought for a moment, trying to look cool. – “There!” – he called out slapping his arm out, almost hitting you in the face as it made you jump startled back.
“Come on Y/n.” – Ken took your hand, dragging you with him. Ken and you walked the beach line off. You noticed Ken looking questionable at you. – “Do you have something to ask Ken?” – you said nervous. Ken took a deep breath. – “What is your specialty?” – he asked making you frown. – “My specialty?” – you repeated. – “Mine is beach.” – he let you know. – “So you are beach Ken?” – you suggested. Ken nodded. – “So what about you?” – he asked again.
You hummed curious. – “I’m not exactly sure. I’m not that special Ken…”  - you answered looking away. Ken touched your arm, making you stop. – “I’m not Barbie.” – you told him, knowing you weren’t as special as Barbie. The girl that could do anything. This was the real world. Girls weren’t as perfect as Barbie. Ken’s hand slipped off your arm once you started walking again. – “You aren’t…” – Ken said questionable to himself.
Clearly seeing a difference between Barbie and you. Ken caught up with you again. His eye falling on the men that walked by. It made him try to look serious or cool. Puffing his chest a bit up. A couple walked past the two of you, making Ken follow their movement, even when they were past him. Looking over his shoulder to see them hold hands. It made him look at his own hand for a moment. A bit further away on the beach, he saw another couple.
The man having his arm over the girl’s shoulder and she didn’t seem to be annoyed by it. It made Ken have a lot of questions. You stopped for a moment, looking around for a blonde girl dressed in full pink. One that would scream Barbie. – “Hey uhm Y/n.” – Ken asked tapping you on the shoulder. You hummed loud to listen to his question.
“Do you think Barbie will hold hands with me when we find her?” – he asked locking his fingers together. – “I’m sure she will.” – you told him with a smile. Ken and you continued your search for Barbie. There was little luck as she could be anywhere. It was getting darker as you knew you couldn’t keep up the search for hours.
 “Ken… it’s getting dark… we should continue this tomorrow.” – you said pointing at the sky. Ken looked up. – “Can’t we keep searching in the dark?” – he asked. – “No Ken.” – you finished. – “Do… do you have a place to stay?” – you asked finding it a silly question afterwards. – “You can come over to my house.” – you suggested. – “Why?” – Ken said frowning. – “We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.” – he let out finding it odd you were inviting him over to your dreamhouse. – “But we’re friends are we not?” – you replied feeling a bit shy.
Ken inhaled deep moving his arm up to show you his muscles. – “Sure.” – he said all cool. You laughed as Ken noticed it. Making him smile to see your laugh was genuine. You led Ken to your house when the sky was darkening. Ken ran inside going immediately for your bed. He let himself fall on it with a content breath. He rolled over, moving his hands behind his head.
“You have a nice dreamhouse Y/n.” – he said looking around. – “Thank you Ken.” – you responded. Ken sat up, bouncing a bit on your matrass. – “You can have the bed for tonight if you like.” – you offered. Ken’s eyes widened. – “Just a moment.”  - he said cooly. He got up disappearing into another room. – “Sublime!” – you heard him call out loud before returning. You found it sweet, laughing giddy.
Ken returned his eyes falling on the guitar in the corner. He ran over to it, grabbing it. Hugging it a bit as if having missed an old friend. – “Do you play?” – you asked. Ken cleared his throat, changing his posture. – “I do.” – he said making his voice deeper. – “Will you play for me?” – you gestured at a seat for him to sit.
Ken took a seat placing the guitar in front of him. You came sitting by him. Ken started playing the guitar as you looked in admiration at him. It made Ken smirk. You gasped surprised when he started singing, serenating for you. His gaze fixated on you as it made you feel bashful. Smiling dreamily back at him. Ken winked at you as it made you press your lips together to withhold a squeal.
Ken caught himself smiling the entire time while gazing at you. His smile slowly fading away as he became aware of what was happening. His words faded out as he stopped playing. – “Did… did I do something wrong?” – you asked watching him put the guitar away. – “No…” – Ken answered with a saddened smile.
Your smile faded as well. – “I’m not Barbie…” – you said having an idea of it. – “Y/n…” – Ken started as you didn’t want to hear his sympathy for you. You got up trying not to cry at how much pain that gave you. – “Y/n.” – Ken said getting up to go after you. You paused turning your head a bit to the side. – “Tomorrow we’ll find Barbie and you’ll return with her to Barbieland. And I will stay here. Don’t worry Ken, you’ll forget about me soon.” – you said over your shoulder before going into a room.
Ken went after you, being met up with a door in his face. He swallowed hurtful, lowering his head. You let your head fall back against the door. Exhaling deep, knowing you were falling for him. Falling for Ken. Someone who only had eyes for Barbie. Perfect Barbie.
Ken laid himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Rolling over to the side, he couldn’t deny what your attention made him feel like. It was different then with Barbie. He actually felt heard and seen. You hadn’t once rolled your eyes at him, found him annoying or send him away because it was girl’s night. Yet Barbie. Barbie was the one that called his heart.
Ken and you encountered each other at the same time in the living room. He had changed his cowboy clothes for something else. Ken and you shared an awkward gaze. – “Y/n… I…” – Ken began as you weren’t in the mood for his words of sympathy. – “We’ve got Barbie to find.” – you said leaving out the door. Ken followed in silence. Taking a deep breath, you wondered where you’d start looking.
Ken and you went down the street back to the beach where you searched last night. – “Y/n may I suggest something?” – Ken said nervously. – “Sure.” – you replied as he revealed a pair of skates. – “Can we skate?” – he asked. – “Where did you get those?” – you replied surprised. – “I never go anywhere without them.” – he told you.
“I don’t have any skates.” – you told Ken. Ken grabbed you by the wrist. – “We’ll get you a pair.” – he said happily. Overjoyed he got to skate. Ken found you a pair of skates, which you paid for. You weren’t used to wearing skates so you were a bit clumsy with it.
Needing to do your very best not to fall. – “This way we’ll find Barbie faster.” – Ken called out going faster as you could barely keep up. – “Ken wait!” – you shouted for him to stop. He didn’t seem to hear you or listen to it, just skating forwards. You tried to skate harder and catch up with him, but your feet danced. Slipping and not curving into a straight line.
Arms flailing you tried to keep your balance till you fell down. Hard on your bottom. Your face contracted in pain. A shadow fell upon you, blocking out the sun. – “Are you alright?” – looking up, you met up with a man. Holding his hand out to you. Ken stopped skating, noticing you weren’t near him. He frantically looked around till his gaze fell upon you. Watching a man help you up to your feet. Ken’s expression hardened as he skated over.
“Are you sure you are alright?” – the man asked still holding your hand. – “I’ll probably get a bruise, but other than that I’m alright.” – you told him.  You gasped startled when Ken came bumping hard at him. Pushing the man aside. The man fell to the ground. – “Find your own real girl!” – he shouted at him. You stared in disbelieve at him.
Ken then took you by the hand, skating off with you. The man staring confused at Ken. – “Ken!” – you called out loud not sure what had gotten into him. Ken kept skating with you as you pulled hard at his hand. He came to a stop, coming to stand before you. – “What was that for?” – you said loud.
“He was holding your hand!” – Ken answered. – “I did not like that!” – he said shaking his head and moving his finger across. You smiled flustered. Nearing Ken, you pressed a small kiss against his cheek. Ken’s expression turned blank, touching his cheek where you had kissed him.
“Ken?” – Ken turned his head, snapping out of his daydream. His eyes widening when he saw her. – “Barbie!” – he called out, arms wide open as he skated over to her. He wrapped his arms around her as Barbie moved her head back. – “Okay Ken that’s enough.” – she said pushing him off. – “I’ve been searching everywhere for you Barbie.” – he said holding her hand. Barbie moved her hand up so that it would slip out of his grip. – “Come meet Y/n.” – he went on stepping aside so Barbie could see you.
You waved at Barbie. – “Who is she?” – Barbie asked. Ken went over to you, pushing you a bit closer to Barbie. – “She helped me find you.” – Ken said going back to Barbie. – “I even went to her dreamhouse.” – he whispered giddy. Barbie stared in shock at you. – “Nice to meet you Barbie.” – you spoke as it felt bittersweet. – “Ken we’re going home.” – Barbie declared.
“Okay.” – Ken simply said. He was ready to follow her when you stopped him. – “Ken!” – he turned back to you. – “Aren’t… aren’t you going to say goodbye?” – you asked with tears in your eyes. Ken looked at Barbie for confirmation. Barbie sighed soft, gesturing at you a little bit annoyed.
Ken skated over to you, stopping before you. He took your hand, shaking it excitingly. – “Thank you for helping me find Barbie.” – he said letting go of your hand. – “That’s it?” – you asked hurtful that the moment he saw Barbie, he forgot about you. Ken furrowed his brows a bit. – “I’ll see you again won’t I?” – Ken questioned as you shook your head. – “I can’t Ken… I have to stay here…” – you told him with a saddened smile. Ken looked saddened down as well.
You lifted his head up by his chin. – “Ken, you are very special, remember that.” – you told him as he gazed back at you. – “You are too me. More than Barbie.” – you finished brushing your thumb against his cheek. – “Ken!” – Barbie called out impatient. Ken had looked over his shoulder to her. – “Y/n…” – he started turning back to you. The rest of his words swallowed back in when your lips crashed against his. Ken kept his eyes open, looking confused for a moment.
When you retrieved your lips from his, he immediately missed the contact. Keeping your gaze low, you took a step back. Ken seemingly wanted to move closer to you, but Barbie called him over again. He turned his gaze away, going over to Barbie. Barbie and Ken skated off as you watched them leave. Knowing Ken would always choose Barbie. Ken looked back, having stopped for a moment as he saw you leaving.
Somehow it felt painful to leave you. – “Ken!” – Barbie groaned out. Ken simply obeyed Barbie and followed her back to Barbieland. Where everything was still the same. Where Ken didn’t have a dreamhouse and was never allowed in as every night was girl’s night.  -----------------------------------------
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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year ago
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i love marylily but i have to borrow emmary for a sec bc jealousy looks so good on lily…
also marlene is horrified bc she’s afraid she’s about to become a child of divorce, and dorcas is a hardcore marylily shipper
the full drawings:
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matching dorlene icons and close up of my wife:
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malk1ns · 2 months ago
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HI HELLO I’ve been thinking about your barbie girl sid for a hot minute….if you could please imagine the man trying to do a diy/home improvement/“wood working project….like maybe sid wants to make a bird house or bird feeding station so he can do some more bird watching, and he’s struggling a little trying to figure out which tools are best to use in what order….sid out in the backyard all sweaty and pink cheeked and pouting behind his safety glasses trying to figure out why his angles are off…..asking geno with his big old 🥺 eyes to hold his wood still for him while he works his saw……
Sid loves having hobbies.
Evgeni's watched him pick up and discard new ones practically every offseason since they've been together. The only ones that have stood the test of time are scrapbooking and baking; Sid spends hours in his craft room putting together memory books that Evgeni will absolutely not admit to crying over when he's feeling sentimental, and after over a decade Sid's perfected his banana bread recipe.
Everything else, though, Sid gets really into for a few weeks over the summer, then loses interest a few weeks into the new season. They have half a shelf's worth of books on birdwatching from the Covid pause, and Evgeni things there's a bin of yarn somewhere in the garage still.
So, he's used to Sid watching something on YouTube and getting all excited about trying something new. They take trips to stores to buy stuff because Sid doesn't trust Amazon after they delivered a sensitive package to their neighbor's house, and Evgeni watches Sid wander the aisles, offering opinions when asked but otherwise letting Sid pick out whatever little bits and bobs he likes best.
It keeps Sid occupied, usually. Evgeni does most of his intensive paper-writing in the offseasons, and Sid having something of his own to work on, even if he gives up after a month, keeps him from getting bored when Evgeni loses track of time.
He's not so sure about this summer's choice though.
Sid's been talking about wanting to redo the basement at his house all season, setting up Pinterest boards and drowning Evgeni's Instagram messages with links to renovation jobs. Evgeni figured they were in for a summer of dealing with construction and mess and contractors who lie right to Sid's face because they know a mark when they see one.
Turns out, Sid wants to do some of it himself. Evgeni thinks he'd rather deal with the contractors.
Neither of them are all that comfortable in Home Depot, but Sid insists on going in person instead of ordering, and Evgeni spends his first real off-day of the summer eyeing the endless, inscrutable tools and hardware fixtures as Sid frowns at his list and gets them lost at least three times.
It's when they get to the circular saws that Evgeni finally says something.
"Sid..." he says, frowning at the sawhorse set up to demo one of the units. "Not sure this is safe, like, you're use a saw before?"
Sid's crouched down to inspect the saw blades. Evgeni takes a minute to admire the way his ass and thighs strain at his jeans.
"It's fine," Sid says, distracted and poking at the packages. "People use these all the time. And I watched a video on YouTube." He glances up at Evgeni, eyes big and imploring. "I really want to make this table, G."
Evgeni caves. He usually does. Sighing, he crouches down next to Sid, who beams at him and shoves his phone under Evgeni's nose. "Can you help me figure out which of these I need to get?"
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Sid takes over Evgeni's concrete shooting pad in the backyard. There are piles of wood and buckets of bolts and screws and fasteners all over the place, and Sid spends every afternoon puttering around out there, measuring planks and drawing designs on the big sheets of paper he had stashed away from some other project.
Sid's shorts are all very short, and his t-shirts are getting tighter as he bulks back up after the season. It's a nice view. Evgeni's not getting much done on this summer's paper.
It doesn't seem like Sid is making progress either, though. So far, every time Evgeni glances out the window, he's only succeeded in moving around the pieces of wood.
He looks awfully cute in his safety glasses, though.
One day, the weather is nice enough that Evgeni gives up on his paper and wanders downstairs, stepping out onto the patio.
"G!" Sid beams at him, pushing his glasses up his nose. His hair is getting long, curling with sweat against his temples, and he's wearing the tightest white t-shirt he owns. Evgeni licks his lips. "Are you done with your story? Do you want to see what I'm working on?"
Evgeni shakes his head. Every summer, Sid thinks he's going to be done with his paper right away. He's stopped explaining the number of drafts he has to go through before it can even be sent to his editor. "I'm take break, it's nice out. Yes, you show. It's not look much like table though, Sid."
Sid pouts at him. "It takes time," he whines, gathering up the papers he's got scattered over the sawhorse. "Look, I have to measure out the legs, and make sure that all the pieces fit together..."
Evgeni dutifully looks over the designs. Sid's handwriting is terrible, but he's clearly put work into the numbers; there are erasemarks all over where he's corrected the measurements.
Numbers have never been Evgeni's strong suit, so he doesn't spend any time checking the figures. Either they'll work or they won't. "Looks good, Sid, I can't wait to see." He glances to the side, eyeing Sid up. "You take break too, maybe?"
Sid frowns at him. "I was just about to start cutting..." he starts, but trails off when Evgeni drops the papers and gets his hand on Sid's ass. "Oh, a break. Yeah, okay."
He makes for the door, but Evgeni catches him around the waist before he can go back inside, pulls him over to the chaise lounges next to the grill. When he knocks one of the seat cushions onto the ground and drops to his knees, Sid squeaks.
Sid's spent a lot of time outside this summer, and he's already got color, stark tan lines on his belly and thighs from his shorts. Evgeni licks over his hipbone, setting his teeth into the soft flesh there and biting down just enough to leave a mark, just enough to make Sid whine and cant his hips forward.
Getting Sid's shorts off is always a battle, but eventually Evgeni peels them down his thighs, letting them pool on the ground as he leans forward to bury his face in Sid's groin. He's warm, and he's been sweating in the afternoon heat; when Evgeni inhales, it's salty and pungent, twisting something in Evgeni's stomach and making him groan with want.
Sid twists Evgeni's hair in his fingers and tugs, not too hard, but urgently enough that Evgeni redirects his attention to Sid's dick, already hard and beading precome.
Evgeni doesn't tease. They're outside, after all, and the chair cushions are only comfortable for so long. He opens his mouth and lets Sid feed him his dick, closing his eyes to savor the taste and the heft of Sid in his mouth, listening to Sid pant and groan and whimper above him as he thrusts.
Sid's noisy when he comes, practically shouting as he spills over Evgeni's tongue, and Evgeni clenches his thighs. He's hard, he wants to come so badly, but he holds Sid's dick in his mouth, licking and sucking gently until Sid pulls away with a gasp.
"Wow," Sid says, blinking down at him. Evgeni's mouth feels swollen and used, and his dick is hard in his gym shorts.
He gets to his feet with a groan, wincing as his knees crack. He's barely gotten his balance when Sid is pushing at him, shoving him towards the door and inside the house.
Neither of them get anything done that afternoon.
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The table turns out terribly. The legs are all the same length, but they don't fit into the top correctly, so it wobbles. The stain isn't even, too thin in some parts and textured and thick in others. One side of the top is cut at a slant.
Sid pouts over it, wants to throw it away, but Evgeni puts it in his office, on one side of his desk. A couple of folded-up index cards stops it from wobbling, and with a few blankets on top it's a perfect nest for Maverick to curl up in and nap. Sid smiles whenever he comes in and sees it, and Evgeni's caught him doodling; he thinks Sid's trying to figure out how to make a bird house.
He does make Sid take the circular saw back, though.
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suzieloveships · 4 months ago
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Marauders era's girls x girl childhood
Lily - Strawberry Shortcake girl first, human second, collected greeting cards and watched the cartoon religiously. Loves Barbie, had few dolls and watched every movie with Petunia, her favorite ones are Magic of Pegasus and Princess Charm School. Watched Winx, her favorite was Bloom. Favorite Disney Princesses are Belle and Cinderella, Twilight is her favorite out of Mane6 from MLP. One of 10 people on the planet that read Star Darlings.
Marlene - Polly Pocket girl, had a dozen of those tiny boxes. Adores Monster High, got atleast 2 dolls for every birthday, seen every movie. Watched og He-man and She-ra with her brothers and was super hype once the reboot came out. Made James and Peter watch Barbie movies and W.I.T.C.H., they made her watch TMNT and Transformers. Her favorite Barbie movies are Mermaid Tale and Diamond Castle, favorite pony is Rainbow Dash and favorite Disney Princesses are Mulan and Merida
Mary - dances ballet since she was 10, watched Angelina Ballerina almost every day and read as many Angelina books as she could. Collected LPS since she was 6, has two shelfs in her room just for the figurines. Favorite Barbie movie is Nutcracker and Swan Lake, mostly because of the real ballet dances in those movies. Her favorite Disney Princesses are Tiana and Rapunzel and Rarity is her favorite pony. Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz are her heroes
Dorcas - she is Tiana and Tiana is she, she owns colour green, as a kid definitly tried to kiss a frog atleast once and she and Pandora dressed up as Tiana and Lottie for Halloween 2 years in a row. Adored My scene, had many dolls, watched all movies and cartoon episodes and played all of the flash games. Also watched Winx and listened to Winx's albums so often I started to drive her family insine. Was also obsessed with PowerPuff Girls. Watches Sofia the First and Elena of Avalor with her younger sister. Mariposa duology are her favorite Barbie movies, Applejack is her favorite pony
Pandora - W.I.T.C.H. girl, collected comics as they were coming out, still has a box with accessories that came with each issue, rewatched the whole show every year, probably forced Regulus watch with her. Watched all of Disney Fairies movies and read all of the books, forever mad that Rani was not in the movies. Fairytopia trilogy stan, had a Bibble plushie. Pinkie Pie is her favorite pony and Aurora and Ariel are her favorite Disney Princesses. Watches Enchanted atleast 3 time per year
Sybill - One of 5 people that remembers Bratzillaz, but never really got into a Bratz. She just really likes a cartoon where a main character is a seer. She also likes Barbie, Rapunzel is her favorite. Religiously watched Addams family cartoon and Laika's movie. Had all 3 MLP G3 movies on DVD and later got obsessed with Friendship is Magic, her favorite is Fluttershy. Her favorite Disney Princesses are Snow White and Aurora. Practical magic is her comfort movie
Emma - Bratz girl, bought many dolls, watched all of the movies, even the live action one and listen to every album. Was also obsessed with Totally spies and Kim Possible, wanted to be a spy until she was 10. Despite being Bratz girl she did seen few Barbie movies, 3 musketeers is probably her favorite. Will unironically say that Kuzco is her favorite Disney Princess, it's actually Jasmine. Also a big fan of Jem and the holograms. Can quote Mean Girls so well it's actually scary
Amelia - one of those Barbie scholars. Not only has she see all of the movies she also knows deep lore of the toy. Don't ask her which movie is her favorite, she cannot choose. Adores Legally Blonde, movie and the musical. Hello Kitty aesthetic. Favorite Disney Princess is Rapunzel. Read Princess Diaries serie and hates to movie for completly ruining the story
Emmeline - MLP stan, can sing every song on Rainbow Rocks soundtrack, her favorite is Twilight, og LyraBon shipper. Also loves Care Bears, definetly annoys everyone by yelling Care Bear Stare while throwing thing at people. Had a massive crush on David Bowie and watch Labyrinth over and over again. Favorite Disney Princess are Ariel and Mulan and favorite Barbie movie is Princess and the Pauper
Lucinda - Evar After High girl, watch the whole show, bought many dolls and had a diary with a key. Thought Somebody to Love was written for Ella Enchanted. Favorite Barbie movie is Thumbelina. Got really into Buffy as she grew older. Grew up with DreamWorks rather than Disney, but Jasmin is probably her favorite princess
Hestia - lived near sea and had a mermaid phase. Watched H2O and Aquamarine almost every day. Marmaid Tale duology stan. Favorite Disney Princess is obviously Ariel and favorite pony is Pinkie Pie. Had a small Sylvanian Families collection. Was also a big Sailor Moon fan. Adores studio ghiblie movies, especially Ponyo. Actually owned the 13th year on DVD, that's how big her obsession with mermaid was
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ken-dom · 1 year ago
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Pretty Doll
Lars Lindstrom x Ken
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Summary: Lars got himself a new doll
Author’s notes: written for what I guess we’re calling Glizz Fest 🩷✨ celebrating the pink shimmery goodness that is stored inside the Ken
Glizz Fest includes appearances from: @ken-f-cker @drivinmeinsane @hollandstrophyhusband and @uncleclam, and we thoroughly encourage anyone else to participate in making Ken glizz!
Warnings/content: nsfw, nudity, hand job, cumming untouched, hinted first time, GLIZZ 💖
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Lars sighed, pulling off his woolly hat and sliding off his coat with eyes squeezed shut. He’d just about managed to lose Karin when she had tackled him to his car and made him promise to join her and Gus for dinner tomorrow if he wouldn’t come tonight.
And it definitely would not be tonight.
He’d had a long day at work, battling against incessant noise and constant interruptions from his insufferable coworker about topics he’d rather not discuss. Not at work anyway. And not with him.
What would it take to just be left alone for a single minute?!
‘Lars?’ Came a sweet voice from behind the bathroom door, and Lars remembered himself. He’d almost forgotten about his new guest in the whirlwind of just trying to get through his front door.
His heart skipped a beat when he opened his eyes and saw Ken emerging in a haze of steam, one of his own fluffy white towels tied low around that tiny waist. Wrapped very low. And Ken’s hipbones we’re protruding in such an… interesting way…
Lars swallowed hard.
He’d never actually seen Ken’s body. Not properly anyway, since Ken had been dressing in Lars’s thick sweaters to combat the cold weather he wasn’t used to. And this almost naked Ken was quite a sight.
His skin was glowing pink from the heat of the shower, and Lars watched a droplet of water trickle over his chest and abs, all the way down to soak into that towel he suddenly had the urge to remove. Should he be wondering what Ken looked like beneath it?
But Ken was perfect and Lars couldn’t stop looking. He blinked furiously, trying to tear his gaze away, but as he turned himself about to find a distraction, he just kept ending up back on Ken’s chiselled chest and broad shoulders and strong arms and-
‘Lars, have you had a hard day?’ Ken pressed, dropping his head back to shake the remaining damp from his soft, beach-blonde hair.
‘Uhm- yeah,’ Lars nodded, finally finding Ken’s outrageously sparkly blue eyes instead of focusing his gaze on that ripped torso.
‘Hmm, I bet I can help with that,’ Ken offered, stepping forward. Lars stumbled back and Ken frowned. ‘Unless you don’t want me to…’
Lars took a deep, shaky breath, steadying himself and trying to quieten his thoughts.
‘No, no, it’s not that I don’t want- well, it… it depends what you have in mind,’ he stuttered, unsure but curious, and Ken beamed at the intonation of his voice that suggested Lars might be open to what he had in mind. Ken didn’t know how to say it, and he didn’t really understand it, but he wanted to be closer. To be able to actually touch Lars.
‘Oh I think you’ll like it! You see, I’m great at doing massages. I bet I can relax your shoulders in no time at all!’
Every word from Ken’s perfect lips was eager and excited and did nothing to help Lars stop thinking about how he wanted to get his hands on those outrageous pecs and squeeze them, and then press his mouth to Ken’s, swallow his moans as he-
Ken shot past Lars to sit himself on the edge of the bed, flexing his elegant fingers. ‘So? What do you say?!’
‘Okay,’ Lars breathed, dropping down beside Ken. What harm would a shoulder massage do?
‘Oh, great! So just take your sweater off, and your shirt. And your underclothes- how many layers do you wear?!’ Ken mused, pulling at the shoulders of Lars’s sweater.
Lars snapped himself up, instantly pacing the small space between his little kitchen table and his bed, running his hands through his hair to calm himself. Ken’s touch, even through his many layers of clothing, was causing an uncomfortable heat to stir between his thighs. Uncomfortable but intriguing. And he couldn’t ignore it. Especially not with Ken’s big, strong hands on his shoulders. Especially not if he took his clothes off. He wanted it, that was the problem. He’d never wanted touch so badly.
‘Lars, what is it?’ Ken smiled up at him. ‘If you don’t wanna take your clothes off it’s ok-’
‘Ken, how would you feel if I touched you? Instead?’ Lars stilled, facing Ken, who was still grinning up at him.
‘Sure!’
Lars’s eyes widened. ‘R-really?’
‘Yeah! I love massages. Not that I’ve ever had one. But I like the idea of it! How do you want me?’
Lars almost choked. Ken’s big hopeful eyes and fluttery eyelashes made his heart skip, too.
‘I guess… lay down on the bed?’
‘Okay!’
Ken made himself comfortable laid still on his back, just like a boxed up doll waiting eagerly to be plucked from the shelf, unwrapped and played with.
Lars’s chest heaved. He’d expected Ken to lay on his front. But… he could hardly complain at the view. Carefully, he knelt on the mattress, hands finding Ken’s ankles for balance as he shuffled up to the hem of the towel.
He pushed his palms up the smoothe, soft skin of Ken’s shins and Ken spread his legs. Lars turned momentarily dizzy. He stopped at the towel, not daring to reach beneath it, and instead splayed his hands slowly over the expanse of Ken’s chest, fascinated with the contours that were so unlike his own, caressing the firm muscles as he slid his delicate yet warm touch higher, over those deliciously broad shoulders and then back down, eliciting an almost imperceptible giggle from Ken as he disturbed both perky, pink nipples.
‘That tickled!’ Ken smiled up at the ceiling, still laid obediently, but shivering a little now.
‘Sorry,’ Lars whispered earnestly. ‘Such a pretty doll…’
Ken’s cheeks burned crimson. ‘D-do it again?’
‘Oh… okay…’
Lars dragged his thumbs gently over Ken’s perfectly formed nipples and Ken moaned.
Lars did it again. And again, until Ken was trembling and his fingers were gripping the blankets at either side of him.
Ken was pretty sure massages didn’t usually focus so heavily on nipples, but it felt strangely good to be touched so carefully, with all of Lars’s attention on him through a heated gaze. A new thrill ran through Ken and pooled somewhere low, right at his core, and his stomach clenched with a need he didn’t recognise. It was pitched somewhere between hunger and the instinct to scratch an itch.
Lars, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably between Ken’s spread thighs, his cock straining against the inside of his trousers. He glanced down as he manoeuvred and immediately caught sight of the huge tent that had formed under Ken’s towel, too.
‘Ken…’ Lars breathed, hands now at either side of Ken’s waist and eyes glued at the impressive bulge between his legs.
‘Yeah?’ Ken sighed dreamily, glancing down too. His eyes widened when he saw the shape under the towel, and the similar one in Lars’s trousers.
‘M-May I touch you… there?’ Lars heaved, tentatively lifting a shaky hand to hover over Ken’s length, standing to attention before him.
Ken’s hips bucked up involuntarily. ‘Yes! Please-!’ he whimpered.
With a heavy exhale, Lars unfastened the towel and let it drop to his sides, revealing the prettiest cock he’d ever seen. He gasped at the sight of it, smoothe, long, a little leaner than his own but still thick, a pearly drop of what looked like pink precum beading at the tip.
Ken whined as another thick drop of precum pumped from his tip, his cock twitching with anticipation.
‘Alright…’ Lars braced himself, nodding and taking a deep breath as he watched Ken, still laid out obediently, although his innocent smile had turned into a needy lip bite that made Lars’s cock twitch too.
He felt Ken shudder when he traced a single finger up from the base to the tip, still in awe of this beautiful, perfect sex toy of a cock and the way the pink liquid he was steadily leaking glittered in the light.
He pressed his palm to the underside, giving a gentle rub against the soft flesh to test the waters. Ken shuddered.
‘Such a pretty doll,’ Lars repeated, more to himself than anything, and Ken’s length throbbed against his palm.
‘Please,’ Ken mewled, not really sure what he was begging for, ‘f-feels so good-’
‘I know,’ Lars soothed, smiling, finally wrapping his fist around Ken’s cock and pumping slowly. ‘I know.’
Ken stiffened beneath him, back arching off the bed and fingers nearly tearing through the sheets. Lars moaned, feeling his own cock throb inside the confines of his trousers, the way he was knelt on on his ankles pulling his trousers taut over his core, which did nothing to alleviate the desperate ache there.
‘Lars- Lars!’ Ken cried, not knowing how to process what he was feeling or what was building inside him.
Ken’s head tipped back against the pillow, and Lars leaned over him, not wanting to miss a single minute of his deliciously pleasure-contorted face.
Lars braced himself over Ken with his free hand by Ken’s side, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as the pressure of his crumpled trousers against his straining cock eased with the new position, the fabric rubbing against him with a friction that almost hurt.
‘K-Ken,’ he panted, pumping his doll faster, harder, watching as Ken lost control.
A strangled cry echoed around the room as Ken’s hands flew up to grip onto Lars’s back and he shot a thick rope of sparkling pink cum over his own chiselled abs, splashing up against Lars too, the hot glitter pooling around the defined muscles of Ken’s stomach and clinging to the fibres of Lars’s sweater, staining the wool.
‘S-so pretty…’ Lars was breathless just watching him, his handsome face screwed up in bliss, pretty lips parted, and his hair, which had dried a little messier than Lars was used to seeing it, stuck to his forehead.
Ken gradually blinked open his eyes to see Lars above him, bracing himself with both hands now, biting his lips together and screwing his eyes shut tight, chest heaving.
‘Lars, are you-’
‘Oh- oh… oughhhmmmnnnh!’
‘Oh!’ Ken exclaimed excitedly, lifting his head to look between their bodies. ‘You’re glittering too?! Wow!’
Lars’s body curled above Ken, the last of his seed spilling into his underwear, cock twitching through his orgasm, achingly untouched but so relieved it felt heavenly.
He whimpered weakly, collapsing beside Ken, a prominent wet patch forming on the front of his trousers, while Ken’s glitter shone proudly over his jumper.
Ken was already an excited ball of energy, high on the thrill of his orgasm and eager to learn more about Lars’s pleasure, too.
‘Wow look at this-’ Ken dragged his fingers through the cum on his stomach and examined it in the light. ‘It’s so pretty, and it felt incredible! Is yours glittery too? What colour is it?’
‘It- it’s not-’ Lars tried, but he couldn’t finish the sentence, vaguely gesturing toward his trousers instead.
‘Please can I see it!?’
‘Mmhmm.’
Ken unfastened Lars’s trousers hastily and gasped just as loudly as Lars had when he saw Ken’s cock for the first time.
Lars was softening now, but his cock was impressive, thick and sturdy, a thin line of dark blonde hair trailing down from his stomach to the base of his cock where it grew thicker. Ken was fascinated by that, but for now he was too preoccupied with the glitter to focus on it.
Lars peered down to see Ken, some shimmering liquid now spread over his cheek somehow, looking closely at Lars’s cock, his head tilted.
‘It’s not glittery unless you’re a doll,’ Lars said softly, breathlessly.
‘Huh…’ Ken dipped his fingers into the thick creamy pool collected in Lars’s underwear and brought his fingers up to eye level. ‘Feels just as nice though… may I taste it?’
Lars’s eyebrows raised for a second, and then his head fell back against the pillow, Ken’s sucking their combined cum off his fingers the final straw, until Ken spoke again.
‘Mmm… how do we make more?’
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rataticaisdreaming · 1 year ago
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day 1 - chaos @intrualityweek
a chaotic makeup session 💄✨
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small fic under the cut 🥰💙💚
Summary: Remus gets a snack during its and Patton’s makeup session.
Pairing: Platonic Intruality (it/its for Remus - he/him for Patton)
Word Count: 512
Warnings: One sex joke / Eating an uneatable thing / Mention of vomiting / Mild Hurt/Comfort / Remus being Remus
"No! Just because it says it's strawberry flavored doesn't mean it will actually taste like strawberry!"
"Only one way to find out Kitty Pat!"
At first, Remus dragged the lipstick across its tongue, leaving a thick red line. It gave a test taste while Patton admired his makeup to cope with the fact that his favorite lipstick would get eaten. Not that he minded tho, after all, it made the duke happy. He re-adjusted his cat headband and with a sigh, looked back at his makeup partner.
"Well…? Does it taste nice…?" he asked, half disgusted, half intrigued.
The other didn't reply, instead, it rolled the lipstick until the whole bar was exposed and bit the entire thing. Chewing with curious, thinking eyes, it spoke again.
"It's so creamy! Like a melted chocolate bar!" Remus said with its mouth full. Patton winced at the sight of its sharp teeth full of red lipstick, it made him gag and he had to look away.
"Please! Just swallow it already!"
"Oooh~ I might swallow another thing tonight if you let me, Cutie Pat" it said. Even when Patton had his eyes closed trying not to throw up, he could still see the smile and wink in that sentence.
Patton groaned at the joke and started tapping the table, looking for his water bottle. He whined when he couldn't find it, but when he did, he immediately regretted it.
His hand knocked the bottle, pouring water all over the makeup table. They both yelped and got up from their seats. Remus acted first, grabbing the bottle and lid to safely close it and put it on the ground.
It thought the small scare was over, but it heard a small whine coming from Patton and he looked distressed. Remus looked back at the table and no makeup got damaged, it was all closed. Only the brushes got wet. Before it could ask what was wrong, Patton grabbed its finger.
"It's all ruined… I'm sorry…" he said in a tiny voice, playing with Remus' finger.
"What's ruined?" it asked, giving the other both hands to fidget. "Nothing is ruined, leave that to me, c'mere.”
It discreetly waved one of its hands to clean up the mess as it guided Patton to the bed. It pulled a box from under the bed and placed it between them. Inside the box there were a lot of individual stickers and on pages. Sir. Froggie the Third was guarding the sticker box.
"Froggie!" he squealed, giving the stuffie a big tight hug. He had a rattle inside, perfect for stimming and calming down.
Remus randomly picked a sticker and pressed it on its neck, then grabbed two star stickers and pressed one on its forehead and one on Patton's neck.
The giggles coming from him caused Remus to smile, calming down as it saw that the other was having fun. They started picking up all sorts of stickers and placing them all over their faces and necks. They forgot about the accident and got a new look they both adored.
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danime25 · 11 months ago
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Doing a little thing with @drivinmeinsane for the holiday season! Thank you for writing with me during this
Here is the masterlist for my 12 days of Goosemas fics! Fics starring characters played by Ryan Gosling. I hope you'll all enjoy!
My timezone is GMT-9 and I'll be posting starting on December 12th at Midnight, with a fic uploaded every day until the 24th.
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' Last Christmas: Colt Seavers/Reader (SFW)
Wrapped Up In You: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)
Nog On The Noggin': Holland March/Reader (SFW)
Silent Night: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)
Wonderful Christmastime: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)
Santa Baby: Holland March/Jackson Healy (SFW)
Rockin' Around: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (SFW)
Silver Bells and Silver Screens: Ken/Reader (SFW)
Mistletoe: Holland March/Reader (NSFW)
Winter Wonderland: Driver/Ken (SFW)
Jingle All The Way: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)
A Christmas Miracle: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (NSFW)
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whinlatter · 1 year ago
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‘I just think you tell people exactly as much as you want them to know. You’re a good liar. If you’ve got secrets, I’m sure you’ll be able to keep them. Maybe it’s a power thing you do, I don’t know. I don’t know where it comes from. As you say, I don’t know you that well. Or maybe you only pick people who don’t ask.’ 
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🪶 read the author’s note for this chapter
🐾 listen to the playlist
🪺 watch the trailer 
🦉 thoughts & questions? ask me anything!
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elusiveweekend · 6 months ago
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alright, im still very much swamped so no updates anytime soon... in fact im about to enter the busiest month of my life so pls pls wish me luck.
but since it was about a girl's turn... here's a bit of a preview folks
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strideofpride · 10 months ago
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2023 Fic Roundup
thanks for the tag @blairwaldcrf! :)
January
no new published
February
and it's ever present everywhere (gen blairenate, gossip girl, pre series)
like a rolling stone chapters 1, 2, 3 (dair, gossip girl, 60s/journalism/good girls revolt au)
March
how can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty-two? (troyella, high school musical, post series)
April
well, I never worry (now that is a lie) (vanderbaizen, gossip girl, rip off of girls' "the panic in central park")
a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do (gen vanessa, gossip girl, canon compliant)
like a rolling stone chapters 4, 5
May
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on (gen eric, gossip girl, pre series)
nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit (gen lily & serena, gossip girl, pre series)
locked up in a world that's been planned out for you (gen oc, succession, shivtom child post series pov)
June
life is what happens to you (while you’re busy making other plans)(gen jess & oc, gilmore girls, jess babysits for luke/lorelai)
like a rolling stone chapters 6, 7
July
life is your creation (gen barbie & gloria & sasha, barbie, post movie)
August
like a rolling stone chapter 8
September
no new published
October
like a rolling stone chapter 9
November
no new published
December
like a rolling stone chapter 10
tagging: @areseebee @vanderwoodlings and @imstressedx
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frost-queen · 7 months ago
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Kenough for you // part 2 (Reader x Ken)
Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @bimbo4ever , @niktwazny303
Summary: Ken has taken over Barbieland. When Barbie get's desperate for her dreamhouse she turns to you for help. When Ken and you meet each other again, he hadn't forgotten about you. Never being able to get you out of his head. [ read part 1 & part 3 & part 4]
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“I took the lead for once.” – Ken bragged as the other Ken’s sat in front of him. Pulled in by his story. – “She even asked me to stay over.” – he said sounding cool. – “No way.” – one of the Ken’s said. – “Way.” – Ken replied with a nod. One of the Ken’s scoffed with a puff. Ken turned his head to him. – “You don’t believe me?” – Ken asked a bit bitsy. The other Ken placed his hand on his thigh, leaning a bit closer. – “What about Barbie?” – he answered cocky. Ken flexed his muscles, moving his arm up.
“What about her?” – he replied trying to sound unbothered. A few Ken’s eyes widened. Then there was a loud voice. Calling out his name from below. – “KEN!” – the voice cried out clearly frustrated. Ken held his finger up to the Kens, moving a bit closer to the edge to see who was below. It was Barbie standing at his door. – “A moment Kens.” – he commented as if it didn’t bother him.
Ken got down, pushing the barn doors open, letting his arms rest on them. – “What up Barbie.” – he told her cooly. Barbie moved some hair over her shoulder, putting on a sweet smile. – “Ken, this is my dreamhouse.” – she said trying to keep her composure. Ken took in a deep breath. – “This shall hence forth be known as Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he responded.
“This is my dreamhouse!” – Barbie shouted with a stomp of her heel on the ground. Ken chuckled out a laugh so dryly it wasn’t even an attempt of being funny. – “It’s Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he repeated. Barbie wiggled annoyingly like a whiney little child. – “It’s time for the Ken’s to have a dreamhouse Barbie.” – Ken told her. He waved her away, wanting her off his property. Barbie stared in shock at him as Ken returned back inside.
She felt like crying if only she knew what the emotion was. Angry at Ken, she had used up her last attempt. Ever since they came back from the real world, he had been different. Taking over Barbieland to turn it into Kendom. A place where the Ken’s took everything from the Barbie’s. Barbie was at her last wits, letting herself fall into the sofa at weird Barbie’s house.
Weird Barbie stretched her leg up against the wall, tilting her head. – “I assume Ken didn’t listen.” – she said moving her head back and lowering her leg. Barbie shook her head. – “I don’t know what to do anymore. I want my dreamhouse back.” – she whined out wiggling her legs with a shake of her shoulders.
Weird Barbie did a split on the ground, bringing one leg forwards so she had both her legs out in front of her. – “What about the real girl?” – Weird Barbie questioned. – “You mean Y/n?” – Barbie said through her distress. Weird Barbie got back up stretching her arms up above her head. – “Maybe he’ll listen to her?” – Weird Barbie suggested letting her arms flop against her side. Barbie blinked, her distress gone in a matter of seconds. – “You think so?” – she asked getting up. – “It’s worth a shot?” – Weird Barbie answered pulling her shoulders up.
Barbie ran up to Weird Barbie, grabbing her by the shoulders. – “If I can convince her to come here and tell Ken to stop, everything will get back to normal.” – Barbie exclaimed happily, squeezing Weird Barbie’s shoulders together. – “I guess so?” – Weird Barbie replied. – “I could get my dreamhouse back!” – Barbie pushed Weird Barbie away as she spun around, arms flapping till she came to a stop. – “She did do something silly with Ken where their lips touched.” – Barbie said clasping her hands together, already thinking about getting her dreamhouse back.
“You mean kiss?” – Weird Barbie answered scratching the back of her head. – “No silly.” – Barbie answered laughingly. – “There is no contact with a kiss.” – Barbie went on innocently. Weird Barbie held her finger up, wanting to contradict, but Barbie was so in the clouds with her head, it was no use.
Barbie waved Weird Barbie goodbye, going to leave for the real world again. This time there wasn’t Ken jumping on her from the backseat. It was just her and that song she sings her lungs out to leaving Barbieland… urhm… Kendom. Barbie went through sequences of phases before she entered the real world again on rollerblades. Everything was still the same when she left it.
Now she just needed to find you. She… she just didn’t know where you lived. Falling in one of her distress moments again she sat down whining about how she was ever going to find you. As if a miracle was spoken out, you found her. You furrowed your brows seeing the so obvious pink blondie on a spot you first found Ken as well. You decided to walk up to her. – “Barbie?” – you said confused.
Barbie looked up, bringing up a grant smile. – “Y/n!” – she exclaimed getting up and wrapping her arms around you. – “I found you!” – she said aloud making you a bit wary of Barbie’s sudden affection towards you. – “Is… is Ken here too?” – you questioned looking around over her shoulder. – “No, but you are going to save Barbieland!” – she said cheerful still holding your hands.
“I’m doing what?” – you replied shocked and caught off guard. Barbie squealed excitedly, her eyes falling on your shoes. – “We’ll first need rollerblades.” – she pointed out, making your eyes widen. – “Not again!” – you called out being pulled along with her. Before you knew it you were in rollerblades. Arms wide open, you were afraid to make a move. – “I don’t like this.” – you told her remembering last time. – “No complaining, I need my dreamhouse.” – Barbie said, grabbing you by the wrist.
You screamed it out when she started skating, pulling you along with her. It seemed like she was skating without any purpose or destination. With the blink of your eyes, you were suddenly on a snowmobile behind Barbie. – “What is this?” – you asked looking confused around. – “The way to Barbieland silly.” – Barbie answered. It felt like the skimobile wasn’t going forwards but within a matter of moments, the scenery had changed again.
You sat confused in a chair on a camping site as Barbie arrived with an empty plate. – “What is going on?” – you called out slightly panicking as you grabbed onto the chair’s leaning. Barbie joined you, sitting down as well. – “Ken has taken over Barbieland.” – she told you. You stared confused back at her. With the blink of an eye sat you on a two-bike with Barbie. – “He won’t listen to me, so I’m using you.” – Barbie spoke sitting in the front. Looking around you suddenly sat on a rocket with a helmet on.
“Tell Ken to stop and give me back my dreamhouse.” – Barbie told you over her shoulder. You heard a bird caw as you suddenly were in a boat with her. Grabbing the edge, you looked down at the fakest waves you had ever seen. – “You’ll bring everything back to normal.” – she told you with a smile. The boat made way for a pink car as you sat beside her. Feeling a bit awkward. Barbie sang along with the song on the radio as you kept quiet.
You rather inspected the toy car that seemed to almost drive on it’s own. In the distance you saw a big sign covering over with Kendom written on it. – “See!” – Barbie called out, gesturing at it. The car drove past some men, placing bricks on stacks. – “They are building a wall.” – Barbie told you as you kept looking at them even when passed. Not at all how one would build a wall.
Pinching yourself, you hoped you weren’t tripping for it sure felt like it. The pink car drove into the town as you had imagined it a lot pinker. You drove past the beach, hoping to spot Ken there, yet there was no sign of him. The car drove on till it stopped in a small neighbourhood. Barbie got out as you followed her still trying to process what was going on.
Barbie walked up to the house as you staid behind her. Looking curiously around. – “Ken!” – she called out sweetly. Not a moment later opened the barn doors with Ken appearing. – “Barbie.” – he said cooly. – “Ken.” – Barbie said sugary with a sweet smile. – “Can I have my dreamhouse back?” – she asked with a flirty look. Ken chuckled dryly looking away. – “It’s Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he told her annoying her. – “Fine!” – Barbie let out stepping aside to reveal you.
You were still looking curious around till you noticed Barbie had moved. Your gaze falling on Ken. Ken’s eyes widened seeing you. – “Y/n!” – he said excitedly. Smiling boyishly. – “Hi Ken.” – you responded. Ken cleared his throat, changing his attitude. He moved his bare arm up, flexing his muscles at you. – “What are you doing here?” – he asked checking out his own muscles and hoping you were looking at them.
Barbie gave you a little shove forwards, desperate for her dreamhouse. – “I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?” – you asked. Ken inhaled deep looking over his shoulder. – “It’s boy’s night.” – he told you. – “Can’t you make an exception?” – you answered sweetly. – “One moment.” – Ken held his finger up, disappearing behind the corner. You got startled when he let out a scream off excitement. He then re-appeared all cooly.
“Sure.” – he opened one side for you. You ducked down under his arm, going inside. Barbie wanted to go after you as Ken blocked her way.  – “Not you.” – he said ushering her away. Barbie gasped in shock. Ken turned around leaving Barbie outside. You had entered the house more as you were greeted with many curious men sitting in the living. All turned around to look at you. You presumed they were Ken’s as well, moving your hand up in a greeting.
“Hi Kens.” – you said. Ken came by your side, gesturing at you to make other Ken jealous. – “Hi Y/n!” – all the Ken’s said in unison. Startling you that they knew off you. – “It’s boy’s night.” – one of the Ken’s said. Ken placed his hands on your shoulders. – “Y/n is an exception. She came all the way from the real world to see me.” – he told them.
The moment he said that all the Ken’s came over. Jumping over the sofa to get to you. Some started to poke you in your cheek to feel if you were truly real. Others tried to win you over with their masculinity. It was overwhelming as you felt like being absorbed by Ken’s. Ken waved his hand in front of you, battering the other Ken’s away.  – “Get your own real girl!” – he called out, claiming you as his. Not liking the idea he needed to share you, he grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you upstairs.
Exhausted he sighed loud free from the Ken’s. You stood a bit lost, feeling a bit nervous. It has been a while since you saw Ken. Unable to stop thinking about him and now you were here with him where he lived. Ken’s gaze fell upon you, softening his expression. He walked up to you, taking your hand gently in his. His eyes staring lovingly at you. His cool attitude from earlier fading away. – “I’ve missed you.” – you said gazing lovingly back at him. Ken smiled at that.
He led you further into the room letting you sit down. – “After I left… I couldn’t get you out of my head.” – he told you. – “It’s like I’m thinking more about you than Barbie.” – he confessed, frowning a bit. You smiled shyly as your reaction made Ken wink at you. – “Ken… you should be thinking about Barbie. You are boyfriend and girlfriend.” – you told him, knowing how deep a Ken’s love was for a Barbie. – “But I don’t want to.” – Ken answered holding both your hands now. You exhaled deep, getting up as your hands slipped out of his. Ken looked saddened and hurt at your back. 
“What did you do to Barbieland?” – you asked changing the subject. – “It was time for the Ken’s to take over once I found out about patriarchy. It’s where men and horses run the world.” – Ken explained. – “That is not what…” – you started turning half back to him to explain. – “I know. I lost interest in it once I found out it wasn’t like that.” – he interrupted you. His answer made you chuckle softly at how innocent he was. Hearing you laugh made Ken curl up a saddened smile.
Ken got up as well, approaching you. When he touched your elbow, you slowly turned around to him. His eyes telling you all. He had missed you desperately. As you had missed him. – “Ken…” – you started yearning so much for him. Heart breaking again that you had to leave him again soon. – “I’ll give Barbie back her dreamhouse.” – he simply answered. You nodded letting him know it was the right call. – “and restore Barbieland.” – he said with soft sigh, knowing how it used to be. But maybe things could be different.
Ken’s eyes widened looking at you. He pulled you closer to the centre. Leaving you standing, he rushed to go get his guitar. – “I’ll serenade to you.” – knowing how much you liked that. – “Ken…” – you said knowing he was trying to stall time. – “Or I can show you the beach? I’m really good at beach.” – he chuckled out nervously. Ken laid his guitar away looking desperately around for more ways to keep you around.
“I’ll teach you to skate? We can hold hands. Do that thing again you did with your lips.” – he kept suggesting, getting more desperate by each one. – “Ken.” – you said knowing you couldn’t stay here. You simply came here to restore Barbieland and then leave again. Interesting that it took but a few words of yours for him to restore it. You weren’t meant to stay here. You weren’t meant to fall in love with Ken.
It had always been Barbie and Ken. Never Ken and Y/n. Things like that didn’t exist. Ken grabbed your hands, dropping in despair to his knees. – “I don’t want you to leave.” – he begged. – “You have Barbie.” – you told him with a heavy heart. – “I don’t want her. I want you!” – Ken called out. – “Please…” – he pleaded unable to tear himself away from you. – “Ken, you know I can’t stay here.” – you explained to him.
Ken got up to his feet, ready to do anything to have you longer. – “Am I not worth fighting for?” – he asked with a saddened face. Touching his cheek, you made him look at you. – “You so are Ken.” – you whispered to him. – “More than anything. But I can’t stay here. I’m no Barbie.” – you explained him again.
Ken clamped himself onto you. – “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to miss you again.” – he said feeling miserable without you by his side. Ken’s eyes met up with yours, seeing the desperation in them. – “Please…” – he whispered, begging you one last time. A tear rolled down your cheek as Ken wiped it away. – “I wish I could… but  I can’t…” – you told him. Ken placed his hand behind your neck, pushing you closer.
Continue to bring you closer till he felt his lips come in contact with yours. Something he had never done with Barbie. You slowly pulled away as Ken wanted to have another go. Feel your lips on his again. – “Ken…” – you said putting him to a stop. You turned away from him, making your way to the stairs. Ken was panting. Feeling you slip away. – “I’ll come with you!” – he suddenly shouted, making you stop to stare with wide eyes at him.
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didsomeonesaybuffet · 8 months ago
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Literally nothing has polished my writing skills whilst being stupidly fun as writing fan fiction. If anyone ever tells you that writing fanfics doesn’t count as real writing, wish them well with their boring attitude and crack on with the stories and characters you love.
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malk1ns · 5 months ago
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was there a specific photo or interview that inspired himbo sid?
oh, there were several! i have a lot of them tagged 'barbie girl' here.
here's the basis for the section where geno's in halifax helping sid with his hockey school. god bless.
the last scene, where geno is watching sid get confused during an interview, was very specifically inspired by this lovely moment <3
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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 1 year ago
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