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gorgeys · 1 year ago

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Come to get your fix? - (Margot Robbie x Reader)

At an afterparty, you see Margot for the first time in a long time…

Margot Robbie x femsinger!reader

Warnings: slight age gap (Margot is 30ish, reader is 25ish), mentions of sex, just sexy vibes

A/N: this got a lot longer than it was supposed to be cuz I kinda got carried away with the beginning and the backstory but I hope you enjoy!

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There were seven different Met Gala after parties, all of which you had been invited to, but of course you chose the only one that she would be attending.

Well, you really had no other choice. You had to go to Dua Lipa’s party at Virgo on the Lower East Side. You and Dua were close friends and all the biggest celebrities were going to be there.

And you were excited for the most part. It was one of the few nights where you got to hang out with your most famous friends as you danced and drank the night away.

When you arrived, ditching your Chanel gown for a sheer, golden chain dress that resembled royalty, you dove right into the many greetings you’d have to make throughout the night. Of course you got many congratulations on your new album which had easily risen to the top of the charts with several hit singles. And, since you had released new tour dates only last night, several celebrities were already expressing their excitement over attending your LA shows. You thanked them like always, being sure to compliment Zendaya on her new movie and thanking Rihanna for sending you a new package of Fenty Beauty products.

Only after at least an hour did you even find the bar. You ordered your go-to cocktail and paid for whatever your team wanted to drink, exhaling a long sigh. Your voice had already gotten scratchy and hoarse from the day’s events plus the long press tour you had endured the past few weeks. You craved a moment to relax.

But not even a few seconds later did Jack Harlow appear behind you to question why you left him on read for the past three days. Internally rolling your eyes, you mumbled a vague response while your eyes scanned the room for a distraction. You only half listened to him as he tried to get in your pants once more, but you fully stopped paying attention when you finally found her.

There she was, sitting in a booth beside Cara Delevigne across the room. You could tell she was looking for a way out of the situation from the way her shoulders were angled away from Cara and her nails tapped anxiously on the table.

You shamelessly stared, watching her eyes retreat from Cara’s face every once in a while to venture out into the crowd. Her legs were crossed and she sat as straight as a pin like she always had. You remembered how her perfect posture alone always made you feel small. She carelessly flicked her blonde hair back away from her face, smiling at whatever part of the long, winded story Cara was on.

You told yourself so many times that you had moved on. It was a repetitive thought that pounded into your brain each night when you were partying in cities all over the world. And sometimes it felt like you really did move on. You would naturally send a flirty wink to the cute girl at the bar or grind on the hot guy on the dance floor, enjoying the fruitful chase.

But each morning, when you woke up in an expensive hotel room beside a stranger, you always wished she was laying beside you instead. It felt hopeless at times when you were stalking her Instagram or scrolling through your camera roll at the many, many pictures of you and her.

You only truly believed you had moved on when you met your most recent girlfriend. She was finally the breath of fresh air you were looking for. The thoughts of Margot soon felt far and few in between as a new woman consumed your everyday life. She was beautiful and sweet and loving and everything you needed. It was rare for one of your partners to even last more than a couple weeks since you had a reputation of being quite the maneater, but you were glad it did. She was everything.

Until you were gaping at Margot from across the club. You could barely remember your girlfriend’s name when blue eyes finally met yours. They were piercing, like you remembered, and they seemed to look right through you, even from the other side of the room. Her smile melted as she realized who she was looking at.

You took your eyes off of her for a moment as you accepted your drink from the bartender. You thanked him and glanced back. To your satisfaction, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a teasingly slow slip without breaking eye contact. You watched her take a deep breath, slightly pursing her lips, as she silently contemplated how to handle you. Oh, how you loved to be handled by her.

Her attention was stolen for a moment as Cara excused herself from the table. Margot sent her a forced smile and a slight wave before she was lost in the crowd.

You had been dreading this moment for weeks, the inevitable moment when you’d meet her sculpted face that always begged you to come closer. But now that it was happening, it almost felt euphoric.

“Get lost, Jack,” you said, shoving his shoulder out of your way. He groaned but didn’t protest. You had set your path of destruction and now there was no stopping you.

You focused on making long, smooth strides in your tall heels and swaying your hips a bit more than usual as her eyes wandered your incoming figure. Her face was stoic but her gaze was so familiar. It always made you want to impress her, to be extra good for her. To be wanted by her was a better feeling than any number one album or one-night lover. You were glad your dress didn’t leave much for the imagination.

And then, after cutting through the dance floor, you were there, placing your hand upon the table as you slid into the seat beside her. You pressed your thigh into hers, the only thing between them being the golden chains of your dress. The rounded booth kept the two of you secluded from the other happenings of the club.

Although you were beside her, you had each turned your heads to match one another, face to face. Her eyes had never left you and now you could feel her breath against the sensitive skin of your upper lip.

“Hi,” she said. You were envious of how confident she sounded with your face inches from hers. Your only relief was the faint quirk of her lips. You couldn’t tell if it was well-intentioned or mischievous.

“Hi,” you whispered breathlessly, leaving your lips slightly open. She seemed to take the bait as her eyes devoured your glossy, inviting lips.

“Come to get your fix?” she teased, sliding her tongue across her top lip. It was something she always used to say to you when you sneaked into her trailer or violently tugged her into the bathroom.

It reminded you of the times when her soft fingers molded your body into whatever piece of pottery she wanted you to be. The lick of her lips reminded you of all the times her tongue rewarded you afterward.

You clicked your own tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Something like that,” you mumbled, almost annoyed by all the memories she awakened.

“I was surprised,” she began, her nails skimming the chains along your hip, making a high-pitched noise. You tried not to show how the closeness of her fingers made you feel. “I didn’t see you with anyone.”

She was obviously referring to the fact that you hadn’t brought a date to the gala. Of course, knowing your long history, she had expected you to have someone young and new by your side. After all, TMZ had claimed you were dating four different people in the last two weeks.

You weren’t surprised by her prying. She always cut right to the chase whenever she was with you. But you were a little taken aback that she had asked it so outright considering how things had ended between you.

“Well, I was surprised I didn’t see you with anyone.” You couldn’t help the accusatory attitude that dripped from your voice.

“Hmm,” she hummed with a small smile as if she was expecting that response. She peered down at her hand as it climbed the chains to sit comfortably atop your thigh.

It was her “date” that had ruined your “relationship” in the first place. By “date,” I mean husband and by “relationship,” I mean affair.

It was your first acting gig and in a blockbuster movie at that. Before you had even introduced yourself, you locked eyes with her across the table at the first script reading and you knew you were hers.

But when she began shooting seductive glances from across the set, you assumed your eyes were playing tricks on you. When she began grabbing onto you anytime you were in arms reach, you assumed she was just one of those touchy people. And even that one time when she asked you to “be a good girl” and grab her a water, you just assumed it was a thing she said, even if it made your chest feel tight and your thighs squeeze together.

Because, after all, she was an older, straight, married woman. Or at least that’s what you thought.

It wasn’t until she got you alone in her trailer, pushed you onto the couch, and attacked you with kisses that she made it clear. From that moment on, you were her secret and she had to be yours. It wasn’t ideal, but it was still as perfect as could be. Until it wasn’t.

Before she had even made an advance on you, you knew you were bound to catch feelings. But you weren’t expecting it to hit you like a load of bricks. Nevertheless, you knew you were just some affair to her, some sex toy for her to play with, so it was easy to keep quiet and occasionally dream of what could be.

The real kicker was when, a couple days before shooting wrapped, she admitted she had fallen for you. Your whole world lit up and came crashing down on you simultaneously.

Hearing those words felt like hearing the song of the ice cream truck on a hot summer day: pure relief. You had loved her unwaveringly.

But what trumped that was the undeniable realization that you were only second to her. Second to her husband and the life she had created with him. She could never love you the way you loved her.

So, when promo for the movie was coming to an end, you had to give her the ultimatum. She had put off the decision for as long as possible. That was until you confronted her in her hotel room in a wreck of tears and rage.

You weren’t surprised, but disappointed when you weren’t her choice. She had begged you to stay, to spend one more night with her, but you left in a disheveled hurry, refusing to let her see the effect she had on you.

Sometimes, when you lie awake at night, you wish she had never told you she loved you. Then maybe it would have been easier to walk away and forget about her. It would have been easier to accept that she was just using you for a couple good fucks. But here you were, sitting beside her, rehashing your inevitable heartbreak because she was always so irresistible and she loved you

She looked back up at you, pushing her face even closer to yours. Her smile grew when she saw your lips tightly pressed together and your eyebrows furrowed. You were always so bad at hiding your frustration from her.

“I left him,” she said, squeezing your thigh. You could see the excitement within her, begging for a release.

Meanwhile, you felt dizzy.

“Wh-What do you mean you left him?”

“I mean that I left him,” she repeated, smiling wider at your shocked expression. You were sure you looked so stupid, almost like a dead bug with your eyes wide and your jaw hanging open. “Just waiting to finalize the papers.”

“Oh my god,” was all you could manage. Your hand came up to your mouth, covering the gaping hole. “Oh my god.”

It was the words you had always wanted to hear but at the most unexpected time. Her hypnotizing smile made your head spin as the colors of the club swirled together in your peripheral.

“I just-I don’t understand. Why…now?”

She shot you a slightly confused look, as if the answer was obvious, but a lot of time had passed and you finally needed her to be clear.

She used her free hand to remove your hand from over your mouth and drop it into your lap. Then she firmly grasped your chin, ensuring your eyes never left her candid ones. Her touch shot warmth up your cheeks and down your neck, just the shock you needed to wake you from your daze.

“Because I know I want you. And I tried being without you but I just…I can’t,” she confessed, the words scrambling out of her throat as if they had been trying to for days.

Your heart swelled in your chest at her pure sincerity. Instinctively, you wanted to jump into her arms, to let her have you in every way. But that little bit of insecurity still creeped up your spine. The insecurity she had created when she chose him all those months ago.

“Are-Are you sure?”

She only laughed. Honey may as well have been dripping from her lips as the sound was so sweet. Every sound that left her lips was angelic.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day since you left. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Her hand left your thigh to tuck a few pieces of your loose hair behind your ear, her hand lingering on the side of your neck. You felt like you were on fire and she reveled in the way the heat flooded your irises.

But then you felt like you were forgetting something, something important.

“I have a girlfriend, Mar,” you suddenly said, your fingers wrapping lightly around the forearm of the arm that held your chin.

Margot certainly wasn’t expecting that confession this late in the conversation. But your relationship couldn’t have been too serious if your new girlfriend wasn’t there, hanging off your arm. She proceeded without caution.

“Well, I don’t see her anywhere,” she said, tilting your head downward with the pull of her hand, forcing you to stare up at her through hooded eyes. She always adored when you looked at her from that angle, especially when she was knuckle deep inside of you.

You don’t even really know why you said it. You knew, girlfriend or not, you would always choose Margot. And she knew that.

“So, you want me or not, baby?” She pursed her lips in a fake pout, so close to yours.

You couldn’t control yourself and you heard yourself make a faint noise of unbridled temptation. She seemed quite satisfied by that as her thumb rubbed small circles into your chin, the nail grazing your lip every once in a while.

You both already knew the answer.

“Yes, fuck, I want you,” you said, your voice the most confident it had been all night but still the most desperate.

A feeling of pure bliss consumed your body. Just hearing yourself say it made a smile creep onto your lips.

Margot quickly copied you. She raised your chin to meet hers and wasted no more time. Finally, finally, she kissed you. She didn’t care who was watching as she firmly held your face, guiding you in every which way.

She was the only person in your universe and you were the only person in hers.

lmk if you guys want more Margot or any of her characters!! I will def write for Barbie, Harley, and even Naomi. I will prob write something for Barbie soon so stay tuned!

And if you have a request I haven’t responded to, I’m really sorry it’s taken a long time but I am working on it!

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marysdigdiaries101 · 1 year ago

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NEW INTERESTS

summary: as business woman barbie, you had to be quite serious and uptight about your field of work. so when you couldn't make it sleepover night, which wasn't unexpected of course ꒰but nevertheless꒱ , stereotypical barbie comes to check up on you.

warning/s: top! barbie, bottom! reader, no smut, but it's implied, fluff/comfort, tired reader, talk of depression, swearing, not proofread, pretend they have genitals btw.

word count: forgot to check lmao

authors note: hi hi hii ! first post omg? i just watched the new barbie movie and..im fucking obsessed, i swear i missed half the movies dialogue tho cause i was admiring margot's gorgeous face. anyway i thought what if we had a super stressed, borderline depressed barbie who just needed a break from her thoughts ? enjoy pookies ! ୨♡୧

+ btw men dni.

navigation ! | ୨♡୧

the wheels of your pastel pink car came to a stop in your driveway as you sluggishly dragged yourself out of the drivers seat. another long day, another girls night you couldn't deal with. bright lights illuminated the moving bodies on the vast dance floor, pointed stilettos tapping and turning swiftly as stiff hands clapped and clicked to the music.

clutching your purse, you moved across the dance floor, avoiding flapping arms and desperate kens in need of a dance partner. as you got to the last section of your mission, you felt a pair of eyes on you, a pair of eyes that were too familiar for you to shake off. looking over to your far left you found a set ocean blue eyes staring right back at you. the one and only stereotypical barbie. the perfect one, the main bitch of barbieland acknowledging your presence.

conversations between the two of you were very scarce. with you having a very busy work life and her having none at all, you never crossed paths that much. but living right across from her was a given, so conversations at times were necessary.

brushing off the nervous feeling that had crept up on you, you silently scolded yourself for the rosy blush that had quickly painted your cheeks. once again, clutching your purse tighter, you resumed your journey to your apartment in the lively dreamhouse.

the scratched door creaked open as you released your grip on the plastic doorknob. in any other room you can pretty much expect bright pinks and yellows and lovely colors..but not yours. in fact it wasn't the case at all.

black scribble lines all over formerly hot pink walls, torn up grey bed sheets, deflated pillows, a bedside rug that was once a lovely shade of baby blue now a murky lake green, and scratches, whoever was messing with this room had a no sense for care, as this room, this room was desecrated with scratches and marks.

sighing, you flopped unto the creaky mattress, the back of your knees hitting the plastic bed structure. reaching over to your achy feet, you pulled off the black heels that had been causing you anguish the whole day.

dropping your heels, you unzipped your pale pink silk dress, one of the very rare bright pieces of clothing you had left. flinging it over to the other side of the room, you tapped over to your closet, the once shiny, luxurious white structure, scribbled on and vandalised; stripped of its pride. you looked through the distressed drawer that had been left open from the mornings' rush. music flooded into the silence of your room as picked out navy blue pyjama bottoms and a tight fitted white tank top.

as if by magic (no pun intended) , your desired clothing adorned your slim body as you strolled over to your bed, plopping yourself on it and sinking into the mattress.

thoughts clouded your mind like a raging storm, keeping you a prisoner of your own mind. weird barbie said this would happen a lot more so it shouldn't have been unexpected. but it still hit you like a brick every time the thought of stereotypical barbie flooded your head. her plump lips, the crystal blue eyes that locked you in a trance at the slightest glance and her hair, oh god her hair. you just wanted to run your fingers through the golden curls. you wanted to tangle your fingers in it, you wanted to ruin it, you hated how perfect it was.

you hated her. you hated how ken adored her, how everyone was so goddamn drawn to her, it was like the town revolved around her jobless ass. you wanted her. you needed her. you needed her to need you. but you had your ken and she had hers, and that was that.

the last person who uttered a word about a barbie and a barbie or a ken and a ken was weird barbie and look how she turned out. it's not like you weren't weird yourself, with your heels dropping, thoughts about death, uncanny interests in barbie , your burnt waffles and messed up room and messed up clothes, you were borderline line outcast. you just hadn't been sent to the weird house yet.

'it's only a matter of time though'. you thought shutting your eyes. the late nights and early mornings catching up to you.

it only seemed like a few minutes before you felt the opposite side of your bed sink and a warm hand on your icy shoulder. shrieking, you leaped into an upright position, very nearly hitting your head on your heart shaped headboard.

"jesus! what the hell.." you came to an abrupt stop as you looked over to your side meeting a very dear set of eyes. "look, i'm sorry for barging in so randomly, i know you were sleeping and you're a very busy woman and-" the words mushed together in your head as you focused on her pouty lips. you would let her talk for hours on end if it meant seeing those lips move.

"it's okay." you stated, the corners of your lips turning up. "really? i mean i could leave honestly! it's no biggie..i mean if you want me stay i could?" the icy blonde rambled meeting your gaze softly. "i promise your fine." you assured her shuffling a bit, suddenly feeling very naked.

"so why are you here?" you questioned, sinking back into the comfort of your duvet. dropping your gaze, she fiddled with her velvet night gown, undoing the strings and redoing them. "..well i don't know, you looked more down than usual and you at least make it to the nail painting sessions in my room, but today you missed the whole night altogether." barbie confessed, searching your y/e/c eyes for reasons.

"i know, but-" "you promised." she stated, cutting your flimsy excuse short. "i'm sorry. i've just- i've had some things on my mind as of recent." you explained, your eyes looking at barbies' room across from yours.

“ what type of thoughts?” you raised your eyebrow at her answering her question silently. “right. too far… sorry.” she blushed, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. an uncomfortable silence filled the room as barbie crossed her legs, moving dangerously close to you.

clearing your throat, you glanced at her figure, letting the image cloud your senses. the curve of her hips to the sharp cut of her jawline, she really was the perfect barbie.

“i have thoughts about death too.” barbie whispered. you didn’t reply so she continued “all the time actually. they’re more frequent than they used to be. i thought maybe someone felt the same way as me so i shared it during the dance party downstairs, but, they just looked at me like i was.. weird.”

your heart rate tripled as you gazed up at her. she looked so.. vulnerable. all this time you had thought you were alone in this paradise. you thought of yourself as the elephant in the room. but there was a chance that the one person you thought was perfect, was just as fucked up as you.

“i’m so sorry, i’m gonna leave now-” “stay.” you muttered connecting your eyes with hers. “what?” the blonde asked, a bewildered look on her face. “i think about death too. maybe we have more in common than we thought.” you explained, running your fingers through your y/h/c haphazardly layered hair.

grinning immediately barbie sat back down, babbling instantly. and you did what anyone would do if they were in that same situation, you stared at her with hearts in your eyes, smiling broadly.

only mattel knew how you ended up sprawled across your bed with barbie straddling your lap, braiding chunks of your hair. who knew depressive thoughts could bond two dolls like this?

“your eyes are so pretty.” you murmured gazing up into her ocean blues. blushing she retorted : “oh shut up.” , but you could tell from her scarlet cheeks and darting eyes that she appreciated the compliment.

“can i kiss you?” you blurted, not being able to hold yourself back. barbie stared at you, her eyes glistening. preparing yourself for rejection you opened your mouth only to have it shut by pillowy lips.

stars behind your eyelids, in fact a whole constellation. gliding your fingers up the small of her back, you reciprocated the kiss as she cupped your face softly. biting your bottom lip, she explored your mouth slowly. sucking on your tongue, she extracted a well deserved moan out of you.

“fuck y/n” she groaned, grinding on you. moaning desperately, you fervently moved your hands around her body as she pulled away. breathing heavily you both stared at each other lovingly. “the others will hear..” she commented, returning to fiddling with your hair. agreeing, you smirked as she looked at your lips.

“i better go then. i don’t want you tired tomorrow, busy work life and all.” the blonde remarked as she slowly stood up. “mhm” you retorted, as you let your eyes wander all over her body.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, sleep well okay?” she stated, looking over at you as she got to the door. “i will.” you grinned, snuggling into your comforter. and at that she giggled as she closed your door, the echo of her voice promising you of better days. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🩰 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago

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He's Just Ken

Summary: You're just Barbie, perfect on the outside, dead on the inside. He's just Ken, neither perfect on the outside nor on the inside.

Author's note: I condone neither patriarchy nor matriarchy. But I do love exploring different forms of mental exhaustion and extreme emotional dependency.

Warnings: Mental abuse, dark mental headspace, mentions of suicide and self-harm (only if you read between the lines), yandere behavior, yandere Ken,

Not every Barbie has a Ken. Not one for herself anyway. Every Barbie knows a Ken, but that Ken most likely belongs to her friend, or her neighbor, or one of the other Barbies. Not every Barbie has a Ken, but every Barbie knows a Ken. You know one too, one with sandy hair and ocean eyes. And a look that longs for something more. You know a Ken who keeps his heart from breaking by crossing his fingers and praying to the Malibu sun. You know a Ken who's only happy if a certain Barbie looks his way. Or rather you knew. This was before the world fell apart. This was before he destroyed it.

Ken returned without Barbie and the universe began to crack. It's fine you thought. It's fine you hoped. Ken -That Ken, the one who waited on the beach for hours on end until his Barbie walked by- returned from the real world preaching sermons on how the Kens were better, superior, the rightful rulers of Barbieland. How they didn't need the Barbies, how they no longer needed to settle for being treated as anything less than perfect. How they needn't be number two any longer. Ken returned without Barbie and the universe wept.

You've always known the real world was a messed up place. It had become evident when the thoughts started to creep in. That was years ago-albeit you'll admit you have no idea if Barbie years and human years aligned- years since you started to feel like a constant failure. Years since that harrowing voice began screeching endless dreadful thoughts into your cranium. Notions that festered your mind and heart, tiny maggots that chewed away at your soul. There was always something wrong and it was somehow always your fault. Then came the pain. Horizontal pangs that shot across your arm. Always in the same spot, always in a cluster of three. Barbies don't feel pain as intensely as humans, at least they're not supposed to.

You worried for your human back then. You truly did. But you were always too scared to leave Barbieland. Never brave enough to go find her. She's fine you hope...you doubt it though.

You also refused to go see Weird Barbie. Too scared of being labeled as anything less than perfect. So long as these thoughts merely remained inside you and no outward defects began to show, you would be fine. You could just pretend like everything was as perfect as it always had been.

Ken came back from the real world unscratched. Yet his words hit a chord within every other Ken. They began to take over. The Barbies were reduced to accessories. Pretty little things that clung to their lovers. Dressed in short skirts and maid outfits. Turned into what they weren't.

Ken destroyed what once was perfect. Yet all you could think as you watch the pillars of your homeland cripple and your friends descend into madness. Was how utterly beautiful he was.

The world turned upside down.

Barbieland fell.

Kendome rose.

And yet as everything the Barbies had worked all so hard to build came crumbling down. As your friends and neighbors began to lose themselves and submit to a tyrannical patriarchy. You found yourself utterly unaltered. Your world had been destroyed long ago. This was just another calamity that you would fake your way through. It would be easy, a lifetime of practice finally paying off. Stay quiet, stay in the shadows, no one would notice.

No one was supposed to notice...

Ken found you on the beach one night. A day or two after the hostile Ken takeover. He walked up behind you out of breath as if he'd been running.

The bonfire crackles, a warning, and a love song. Until now you'd only ever existed in his sideview. An afterthought as he impaled his heart and called it love. You had burned yourself in his rays and called it love. You're convinced neither of you knows what love truly is. The moon's rays dance as you two sit side by side. In the distance, you see Blue Mermaid Barbie and Mermaid Ken share a tender kiss. An unparalleled sight.

Ken sits next to you. Eyes following your every move. Scanning every dip and curve of your plastic corpse. He's just Ken you remind yourself with an uneasy breath. He's just Ken, nothing to fear. Although you're not entirely sure if those old ideologies shine through. He's Ken but somehow he's become unstable at worst, flammable at best. Something radioactive ticks inside of him waiting to detonate. Waiting to make the world feel a trace of his pain.

Ken's fingers intertwine with yours as waves of helplessness crash across your body. You were created to be ethereal yet all you see is perfection molded in the shape of Ken's face. He leans in, carelessly placing his chin in the subspace of your neck as he whispers. "I see the way you look at me" his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. You flinch, in time with the breaking of the waves. "I know you want me" Reality blurs when Ken touches you. He pulls you between his legs as his lips kiss the back of your neck. His fingers run up and down your arm as if he's trying to memorize your shape, your soul, you. It's romantic you think but all you feel is puka shell shards stabbing your flesh. You know he's dreamed of this intimacy with the other Barbie.

you wonder if in his eyes you are merely a ghost. One he resurrected with desperate love and a broken heart. You wonder if he sees her, feels her, wants her. Yet he'll settle for you. The next best thing. The other stereotypical Barbie. Somewhere along the line, your own voice sounds, foreign to you. He's talking, his voice is smooth like silk. Fragile like window glass after a bombing. He asks you something, something you've dreamed of for all so long. He asks you to be his bride wife. You agree despite how degrading it sounds.

What once was a pink haven of fun and joy has now been turned into a mess of horses and black sunglasses. Barbie's dreamhouse is now Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House. You feel like an intruder, like a traitor. You feel loved, wanted, needed. Someone once told you that truths can co-exist. It's all you can think to save yourself from going mad.

There's an unspoken easiness that comes with being with Ken. The way he's always around. His hands never leave you, tracing stars on your arms, running through your hair. He wants his presence to be felt.

"I like this" you confess one night as you rest your head on his arm. "I've always felt...less than perfect. Like I couldn't be good at anything like the other Barbies." Ken laughs and it feels like the stars have cladded you in their warmth. He pinches your nose with a soft smile. "I know the feeling," he mutters and you feel your heart crack. "But you don't have to worry about that. I'm here and so long as you're with me. We're both going to be perfect." You snuggle into his chest as you close your eyes. "Ken and Barbie" you sing, a mantra, a prayer. One for a better future. One for a happy life.

You have a dream house. Had one at least. You sometimes wonder which Ken lives there now. You wonder if his Barbie feels your presence radiating off the walls and the floor and the heart-shaped night lamp you once treasured. You certainly feel Stereotypical Barbie's presence echoing from every corner. You see her ghost whenever Ken pulls you onto his lap to watch a horse flick. Infuriated and distressed. You wonder if she's angry because you didn't join the rebellion. You wonder if she's angry because she thinks you took Ken away. You see her ghost again, feel her between the pause of two breaths. She glitches and fades as you hide your face in Ken's mink coat.

"I don't like being apart from you" Ken claims as he lays your body on top of his. One hand dangling off the couch the other curling your loose locks. To Ken a touch away feels like being galaxies apart. You kiss his chin and his cheek and his nose and finally his lips. It feels like a dream. One you refuse to wake up from.

Ken is gold.

Unmetable and solid.A kaleidoscope of hope

He has so much potential rotting inside of him.

Ken is gold.

Beautiful and everlasting.

His value lies in how pretty he is. How good of an accessory he's willing to be.

You wonder if he's sick of being gold.

You felt Barbie's ghost again today. This time looming and aggravated. She wants her presence acknowledged. She has something she needs to say. Ken was out, one of the rare times you two spend apart. Something about a beach off and rock paper scissors.

You wonder if a ghost haunting is their way of showing love.

You wonder if the Kens starting a rebellion is their way of showing love.

Barbie talks for ten minutes straight. You cling to every word, you forgot how much you missed the Other Barbie's voice. It's in the final beat of her sentence that you notice she's not a ghost. Not this time. This is Barbie, the girl who had been your friend since the day you left your box. "Help me" she pleads as she grabs your shoulders. "We need to fix this", you turn your head and smile a broken smile. "I can't" you confess.

It's easy to undo brainwashing. Even easier to reinstate it. What Stereotypical Barbie and her friends can undo. You can simply redo. Even Barbies prefer ease, a few simple half-truths sung into the right ear at the right time. And the once normalized Barbies are running back to their Kens. You turn, in the rays of the golden sun, you see Barbie. Her eyes hold glimmers of unshed tears. She wears her betrayal on her pink sleeve. "Why" she whispers as her fingers reach out to hover over your heart before she retracts them. You think you may have burned her. You think she's afraid of being plagued by your depravity.

You feel like a traitor, like a monster. A creature made of pink lipgloss and shattered vows. should Kendom fall, you know your delicate dream life will fall with it. You stare into her eyes. And the words that leave your mouth feel so rehearsed, yet you swear it's the first time you've uttered them. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you both when you went through hell. I'm sorry I wasn't there when the world collapsed and you ran from the debris. I'm sorry I can't help you pick up the pieces and rebuild what once was yours.., ours. I'm sorry I'm so selfish".

Immortal hearts are cursed with the loneliest beats. Maybe that's why the other Barbies never bothered to ponder their endless existence. Maybe that's why the Kens always clung to false promises of love. Maybe saying I love you is the same as saying I'm letting you go. Stereotypical Barbie has already reached this conclusion, you know this. For a fraction of a juncture, she looks into your eyes. Trying to reason and plea and hope all in the same breath. When you say nothing more her eyes shine with grief as she turns on her heels and runs for the hilled house. You reach out to her, yet only grasp the warm Malibu breeze.

What do you call a person such as yourself?

Coward...

That sounds about right.

Ken kisses your neck, and it feels like lava sprinkling along your skin. You feel like a defeated soldier drowning in a sea of guilt. Survivor's guilt a voice echo inside your head familiar yet all so distant. A ghost from a past life or a current one unseeable to you. "I have it too" the voice replies. You wonder if it's the voice of an angel or a mortal girl. You don't tell him about the Barbie resistance or how easily they can reverse the brainwashing. You work best alone anyway.

You hear the word death replay in the background as Ken bites a sensitive spot. A faint noise, a haunting whisper. You hear the word death and it sounds more familiar than the name Barbie that has rolled off your tongue every day since birth.

Ken harbors you inside the once was dreamhouse like a forbidden secret. Sometimes the skirts feel too short. Sometimes the world feels too heavy. You always feel the eyes of the other Kens on you. You think Ken planned it that way to show the Ken world who you belong to. Just last week he took you to the beach. Both of you wearing matching pastel blues and silver earrings. Other Ken was there also adorned in pastel blue and silver earrings. You see the twitch in your Ken's jaw, the icy glare when Other Ken waves to you. "Let's go," he says, commandes really. He throws you over his shoulder and you're heading back the way you came. "I really wanted to see Mermaid Barbie..." You pout. "No no, you wanted to see a movie remember?" Ken corrects you, to be honest, he does that often. You're starting to doubt you even know your own wants anymore.

Today Ken has you dressed in a pink and white dress. You remember Setrotypical Barbie use to love this dress. You run around the kitchen cooking a pretend dinner. You really want to go shipping, to pick out something you'd like. A rose pink Lolita skirt and a matching button-up. You really want to die. Although that's normal you always want to go shopping. You always want to die. You wonder if Ken will ever let you pick out your own dresses. You leave his plate in front of him as you loop your arms around his neck. You rest your chin on his head as he pulls you closer. Not picking your own clothes is a small price to pay for the intimacy you've craved for far too long.

"Never has there ever been a girl as pretty" Ken whispers as he relishes in your presence.

"Do you have any idea what you are?" He rasps, his lips hovering over yours. You're both sitting on the bed, watching the sun die for the day.

Ken is a monster. At least that's what you're supposed to think. You have something in your mind something that squirmes around in what can only be described as reason. To call it wits and a conscious would be an overstatement. Lucide is a better word. Weak and brittle yet somehow still standing. Deep inside, your heart refuses to call Ken anything other than hero, savior, salvation.

"I'm yours" it's the first truth that's left your mouth in a long long time. You cup his cheeks and kiss him with all the doom and gratitude that lies within you. And Wow Ken tastes like mint ice cream and shooting stars. Like dead dreams that lay on the tip of your tongue. He's the beach at night and the evermore gardens during the day. He's everything good and confusing and painful and sweet. Ken nibbles your ear, playfully, and coos sweet words into your soul. Spinning tales of how you'll be together forever. You soak in his presence, rolling his name around in your head. You keep your head filled with him before your own thoughts give you a heart attack.

You're Barbie but now you are so much more than that. You're his Barbie. Ken's Barbie. Damaged yet simultaneously perfect. And he's perfect too, mesmerizing when the sun's rouge rays kiss his pretty face, bathing him in golden ichor.

You wonder if perfection and imperfection have always been in love.

Sometimes in the dead of night, you think of the little girl playing with you. Albit she isn't a little girl anymore, is she? Kids grow up. clawing and biting through the painful transformation. Sometimes it leaves their minds fragmented. Sometimes it leaves them less than whole.

Judging by how long it's been, your little girl is grown up by now. You close your eyes and give Ken a final kiss before sleep overtakes you. You hope she's okay, even though you know that can never be true. Being "okay" doesn't seem to be a real thing in this universe.

Because girls are broken and the universe knows this

Because boys are broken and the universe knows this

Because the universe does nothing. Just sits there and watches as life bends and breaks itself over and over again

Barbieland is broken too, imperfect and destroyed.

And so are the two of you.

Yet in the end, it doesn't matter.

For as broken as the world is the most important of things has been resolved.

Ken has his Barbie.

And Barbie has her Ken.

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I know NOTHING about the movie or it’s plot, other than I want to marry Margot and her portrayal of Barbie is bringing so much nostalgia

Warnings: nothing, because in ... Barbie world there’s no hatred, no homophobia, no gender norms etc. It’s perfect...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ENFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Taurus Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・First and foremost Barbie is a very independent woman

・She doesn’t need a partner, which makes your relationship all the more special

・She’s chosen you because she genuinely loves you, rather than doing it because ... she has to

・And it was a big shock to many when they found out that Barbie had chosen a woman to be her partner

・But she wouldn’t hear anything against it: she loved you and that was the end of it

・Your relationship seems pretty perfect. Because it is.

・Life with her is perfect

・All the annoyances of normal daily life don’t occur during life with her

・Even if you don’t live in Barblie World, she still has this magical energy that brightens everywhere she goes

・She isn’t someone who has many flaws; physically, mentally or emotionally

・Maybe she does act before thinking though, and that can cause a bit of trouble

・And she’s very specific with both her outfits and yours

・Her wardrobe is endless

・A lot of pastels, as well as endless pinks

・She always makes sure your hair and nails are done (you usually have something matching with your nails...and outfits...)

・Always gives you compliments throughout the day; “god you look radiant honey!” “you’re glowing!” “I can’t believe we’re in love!”

・Being around the other Barbie’s and always having light-hearted conversations (dark thoughts don’t bother you here)

・There are mermaids in the ocean, fairies in the trees, princesses in castles and magic around every corner

・Her nicknames for you are “honey,” “sweetheart,” “my love,” and “bunny.”

・Barbie’s love language is ... all of them. She loves ‘buying’ you gifts (there is no money currency), she loves spending time with you; exploring, dancing, adventuring.

・She always wants to hold your hand or have your arm linked in hers. Her words of affirmation are almost constant. With acts of service, she likes to clean and redecorate for you (even if you don’t need her to).

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overthinking This x Not Thinking At All

Acts Then Thinks x Thinks Before They Act

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Forever In Their Honeymoon Stage

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

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wpdarlingpan · 1 year ago

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The Wish

I saw someone else write about Barbie going Yandere for the person playing with them so I wanted to do this… What if Barbie and Ken were played with by the same person?

Yandere Barbie x Innocent/willing Reader x Yandere Ken

Warnings: Low Self-Esteem, Loneliness, Manipulative behavior, talk of the movie

-Barbie and Ken made their way into the real world to look for the person playing with them. They had begun to notice sadness feeling them and the urge to cry even when they didn’t know what they were crying about.

-Now instead of Gloria playing with Barbie, They were looking for a young woman. They both had saw glimpses of your life. Every part that made you feel as if you were alone.

-You were never one that anyone was into. You watched all the happy couples around you, comforting each other, helping each other, and loving one another.

-You couldn’t help but be sad. After all you only had a few acquaintances if you could even refer to them as such. You were to shy to talk to anyone really.

-One day you had decided to take your Barbie and Ken off the shelf and just hold them. Hoping they would bring some comfort. The doll form did nothing but fuel your sadness.

-Barbie and Ken would find you at your house. You didn’t really get out much so that was their best option. They also didn’t want to freak anybody out like she did with Sasha.

-Of course they saw glimpses of you but when you opened your door it was as if their plastic hearts (if they even had one) begun to beat and their once sad feelings dissolved into a deep love.

-Seeing two beautiful people at your door wasn’t a sight you see everyday. You hid slightly behind the door quietly questioning what they were doing at your house of all places.

-They introduced themselves and or course you were skeptical. Barbie? Ken? That’s crazy. Not that you were calling them crazy but the whole situation.

-They slightly pushed their way inside, making you question if you had asked them to come in based on the way you didn’t protest.

-Barbie and Ken looked around the house in awe. This is where their ‘human’ lived… well at least for now. They were taking notice of any aspect that may be needed for their now decided little trip to Barbieland.

-Ken was beginning to understand the dynamics of the real world and how it treated women. He didn’t want you to go through that. After all, you were someone who cared enough to get a Ken doll. He instantly fell in love.

-Barbie was the same. She didn’t like how she felt when she visited the real world the first time. The constant anxiety (as she learned it was called) and the worry for her safety. She hated it. She couldn’t imagine how you felt, the constant struggle.

-You actually ended up believing them in a naive, innocent trust. You wanted to believe them so you did. It ended up working out for you after all they were the real Barbie and Ken.

-They even gifted you roller skates. After you had agreed to temporarily visit, Barbie went upstairs and packed anything she deemed sentimental and left the rest. You didn’t even notice; distracted by the blush on your face as Ken flirted with you. Complimenting your beauty and the shine in your eyes while he threw in questions about your daring life and family.

-Then you were off. Luckily you didn’t live too far from Venice beach. You were in awe the entire time. Happiness flooded your veins every time they would compliment you or touch you.

-Once in Barbieland they drove you to her dreamhouse. The idea of the open walls and non existent food or liquids was a hard idea to get behind but being here with your two new ‘friends’ made it al the easier.

-They took you to the beach after you had a tour of the dreamhouse. It was interesting to see the waves as if they were frozen in place.

-There was quite a few Ken and Barbies on the beach. They were chilling in beach chairs, playing volleyball, or even just running towards the water.

-Barbie and Ken didn’t know how jealous they would be the second one of the others looked your way.

-They had begun to feel possessive over you. You were their human. Not the others. You belonged to them and them to you.

-Barbie and Ken got you some ice cream and decided it would be best to leave so they didn’t keep glaring at the people they would call friends or even family.

-You guys even watched a movie together, at some point during the movie you had fallen asleep, you legs on Barbie and your head cuddled into Kens abs.

-They had a talk after making sure you were asleep. Now that they knew you, they couldn’t live a day without you. They would consider going back to your world and staying but time there was so fickle compared to Barbieland. They didn’t want to settle for anything less than eternity with you.

-They woke you up in order to go get changed, very regretfully, but they didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your clothes or if they changed you, even if they wouldn’t see anything with the way the closet works.

-Barbie talked about how she only had the one bed but it was definitely big enough for you three to share.

-You had started to decline, saying you were fine sleeping on the couch, after all you were only there for the night.

-They two of them quickly denied it and shut down every time you tried to bring it up. It only ended with the three of you in the bed. You between the two blondes.

-Why me? You would ask them as you laid in the comfortable heart shaped bed, one of their arms in your hair, lightly playing with it and the other persons wrapped around your stomach. You never felt so safe.

-“Why not you?” They would tell you all these things. How you were beautiful from the inside out. How they felt when you smiled at them or held their hand when you got nervous. How you looked to them for guidance as they led you through this whole new world.

-To them, you were everything. You were their reason for life. Quickly they became yours. Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome, or it was the fact they showed you the love you wished for. Even if you didn’t imagine it with three of you in Barbieland.

-If you ever mentioning visiting your house in the real world, they will immediately deter you from the thought. They would convince you all you needed was right there.

-They decided to avoid Kens and Barbies has much as possible. Sometimes every Allan. They wouldn’t you to depend on them they were your friends and family all in one. They would make sure the others would forever be acquaintances.

-If one even looked at you or complimented you, you were immediately hidden behind one of them, out of sight as the other fake laughed and distracted them.

-It was perfect and you were perfect for them. After all, it’s your wish.

#barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie x reader #greta gerwig #ken #margot robbie #ryan gosling #ken x reader #Barbie x reader x ken

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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

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

Hope ya'll enjoy it, too <3

.........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then all of that suddenly changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Barbiiie-"

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

"Barbie!"

"What is it?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...........

The journey to Weird Barbie's home was long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was only one other problem...

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

Of course, you should have expected that.

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

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

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

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

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

You three have done a lot together in Barbieland.

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

..........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you suddenly wanted this jerk to shut up forever.

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

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

You attacked a human being out of pure rage.

Since when were you capable of doing that?

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

Including several nearby police officers.

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

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

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

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

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

Plus she was sick of getting arrested.

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

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

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

You glanced at Barbie. "Are you sure?"

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

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

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

You liked this new smile better.

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

Like a light and dull pain.

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

"Don't think too hard, darling."

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

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

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

"...are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

He blinked owlishly, silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Crap! KEN!!!"

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

Did the dog really bore him that much?

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

So now it was you who was lost.

Oh, the irony.

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

"[Y/N]!!!"

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

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

"Me, too!"

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

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

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

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

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

She discovered the school where her owner is right now.

You discovered the beautiful connection between humans and pets.

Ken discovered that men ruled the world.

.........

It all spiraled downhill so fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you headed back to Barbieland together.

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

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

And so you let him talk..

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

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

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

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

No longer could you think for yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had forgotten everything before this.

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

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

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

You forgot who you were actually fighting for.

And that was your one true love.

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

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

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

And to make matters worse...

She couldn't find you anywhere.

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

He thought he finally had her all to himself.

Yet he didn't feel any better.

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

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

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

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

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

She needed you.

Only you could make her feel better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"....."

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

You weren't yourself.

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

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

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

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

"Babe? Who is that?"

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

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

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

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

Why did Ken do this?

Was he jealous of what you two had?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did she ever take you to the Real World?

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

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

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

You needed help from the tech-savy Ken.

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

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

Ken was right.

Things were better this way.

This is what paradise looked like.

Then out of nowhere-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"........."

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

This worked with all the other Barbies...

It has to work with you, right?

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

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

Suddenly, you stopped talking and blinked several times.

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

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

Wait..

You knew who this woman was!

And she was here!

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

"[Y/n]..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

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

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

You felt like a brand new person.

An empowered person.

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

.......

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

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

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

It belonged to the Barbies.

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

The hardest part was done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The people he hurt the most in all of this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There had to be a reason he stopped fighting back.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This one was "Ken is me".

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

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

Did you two even have a ending?

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

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

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

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

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

She wanted you to follow her again.

And you did.

This time, into the light of humanity.

.........

--[Several Months Later]---

"Welcome to your new home, little guy."

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

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

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

There were good and bad times.

But above all else, you two were still together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think "Tanner" is perfect."

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beach party

🌸 pt 2 of you are kenough 🌸

pairing: ken x reader

summary: in which barbie finally leaves the dreamhouse and goes to the beach, only to find a surprise waiting for her there

warnings: fluff, some romantic undertones 🥴 , super corny ending

word count: 1.8k

authors note: soooo here is pt 2, hope ur all excited 😁😁 the ending is super corny and sounded better in my head lmao, let me know if yall want part 3 !!

It was time.

Time to get out of the house and head down to the beach!

Though you were a little nervous, you were definitely anxious to get out of the dreamhouse. You took extra care to get all dolled up (see what I did there 😁) for your grand appearance. You decided to leave your hair down, and put on your favorite bikini, along with a matching coverup, beach bag and sunglasses. Then, you were ready to head out.

Little did you know there was a surprise waiting for you..

It was already a little later in the day, you had taken some time to yourself after your conversation with Ken, but better late then never.

By the time you pulled up to the beach in your pink convertible, the sun was already beginning to set and there was no one to be found.

You groaned in disappointment. Had everyone really gone home?

It was fine. After all, you had gotten used to being alone. It couldn’t hurt to hang out for just a little while.

You got out of the car and stepped down the sand dunes down to the beach, setting your bag down and sitting down next to it. You felt weird though- almost as if you were being watched? No, that was impossible. There was no one here!

You could only sit still for a little while before paranoia began to set in. You kept hearing sounds, almost like whispers, but convinced yourself it was just your imagination. You stood up, about to turn around and head back to your car when suddenly a voice shouted, “NOW!”

You were frozen in shock as confetti and the sound of noisemakers filled the air, and barbies and kens emerged from seemingly nowhere - behind trees and cars and buildings, and at the very front of the crowd was Ken - and well, another Ken, holding a giant banner that read,

WELCOME BACK BARBIE

In a matter of seconds, you were surrounded by your fellow barbies, being hugged, and petted and told how much you had been missed by them.

“Surprise!” President Barbie said excitedly.

“We’re so glad you’re feeling better!” said physicist Barbie.

“What .. what is this?” You smiled, dizzy with both joy and confusion.

“Okay, quiet down everyone!” Ken shouts, and the crowd hushes.

“Barbie,” he says chivalrously. “We wanted to show how much we care about you,” he smiles, and you blush.

“So, in honor of your return to the Barbieland party scene, we decided to throw you the best. Beach Party. EVER!” he yells, and the crowd cheers.

Your hand is over your mouth in shock as the girls around you giggle excitedly.

“So?” Are you ready?” President Barbie asks, and the crowd anxiously waits for your answer.

“YES!”

The crowd screams with excitement, and the party begins!

The party was spectacular, and continued to be as the night went on. Everybody - and I mean everybody - had shown up to celebrate. Even Weird Barbie was there, and Mermaid Barbie and Merman Ken would pop out of the water every now and then to wave to you and the rest of the partygoers.

You were sitting with a group of other barbies, gossiping and sipping on imaginary tropical drinks. “So who’s idea was this party, anyways?” you ask.

“Oh, it was Ken’s, actually!” says Diplomat Barbie, nodding towards where he sat in the distance.

Really? Ken had planned all of this .. for you?

“He .. he did?”

“Yeah!”

“Of course, we were eager to help!” President Barbie chimes in. You smile to yourself.

Meanwhile, Ken sat on a quiet corner of the beach with a few of the other kens, just chatting about horses, when his eyes fell upon you. He gazed in awe of how the other barbies fawned over you like you were some sort of princess. That was fair, you definitely looked like one, he thought. It was then, when he noticed a beauty in you that he hadn’t noticed before. Huh, he thought.

“Uh, Barbie?” Author Barbie asks.

“Hm?” you smile.

“There’s one more thing,” she says, handing you a pink envelope, which smelled of vanilla. You accept it, holding it for a second, confused.

“Barbie couldn’t make it tonight, but she left this behind for you before she left,” President Barbie says softly.

“Ah,” you reply.

You immediately knew which Barbie she had been referring to.

Stereotypical Barbie, or Blondie, as you called her, had left for the real world a few days earlier. She had been one of your best friends in Barbieland, if not your very best, and though you had supported her in her decision to leave, you already missed her horribly.

“We meant to give it you sooner, but.. we weren’t able to because, well, we didn’t see you much these past few days…” Doctor barbie says, looking at you sympathetically. “But we thought now would be a good time!”

You nod in understanding and open up the envelope to find the note written inside. You pull it out, and after a deep breath, you read.

Dear Barbie,

I’m writing this as I’m getting ready to leave for the real world, and I want you to know a few things. One, don’t you worry, I’ll be back to visit! And more importantly, two, I want you to know how perfect and amazing you are! You’re one of my very best friends and I am going to miss you so so much. You are kind and beautiful, just as any barbie should be, and don’t you ever forget it. Don’t let any ken or any barbie bring you down, ever. Keep making Barbieland a better place, the way I know you can, and know that I will do my best to do the same in the real world. I love you so very much!

Lots of love,

Blondie <3

P.S. Keep an eye on Ken for me. Maybe you two can keep each other company ;)

You blushed at the last sentence. What on earth did she mean by that?

Nonetheless, you appreciated the kind words from your best friend, and put the note back inside its envelope and slipped it into your beach bag. You decided to get up and clear your head a little, and bid goodbye to the other girls, heading down to stand by the plastic waves alone. You thought of Barbie’s letter, especially that last sentence. She couldn’t have meant…No! Absolutely not. But that must’ve been what she meant! No, don’t flatter yourself! She probably just meant in a friendly way! But the wink.. the wink! That wink had to be suggesting something!

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t sense the presence behind you. Not until he tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face Ken himself.

Without thinking, you manage to stutter a “H-Hi Ken!”

“Hi Barbie .. you feeling okay? Is it the party? Are you overwhelmed?” he asks sweetly.

“No, no! I’m sorry. It’s just, you just.. startled me there.” you reply, calming your voice down. “The party’s great, actually. I heard you planned it, is that true?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods shyly.

“How long have you been planning this? There’s no way you could have pulled this all together in just a few hours!”

He says nothing, just mock-shrugs and smiles.

“Oh my god, really? But how?”

“I have my ways,” he smirks.

“Ken… you really went through all of this.. for me?”

“Of course, Barbie,” he blushes. “After all, you deserve it. And I figured it was the least I could do to make it up to you. To all of you.”

You grin from ear to ear, pulling him into a hug.

“I knew you hadn’t changed.”

After pulling away from your hug, Ken had an idea. Though you had already reassured him that he was already enough, that he didn’t have to do anything to impress anyone, including you, he figured there was no harm in trying. Just for fun.

“Hey Barbie, wanna see something cool?” He says excitedly.

“Uh .. sure? What?”

“Watch this!” he grins, before suddenly disappearing to god knows where. A minute later he returned, carrying his surfboard under his arm.

“Oh Ken, no.. I don’t think you should.. remember last time?” you pleaded.

“Relax, Barbie. I got this,” he says reassuringly, before shouting, “HEY EVERYBODY! CHECK ME OUT!” eliciting an exceedingly large amount of gasps and murmurs for the rest of the party. You even saw Ken’s enemy, Ken, stifle a laugh, and you shot him an angry glare that made even him nervous. Before anyone could stop him Ken was already bolting towards the water.

You covered your eyes, not wanting to see what was about to happen, only to hear cheering and applause. You open your eyes to see that Ken had landed perfectly - and was now surfing the plastic waves.

“Well that’s new!” President Barbie laughs, and you giggle with excitement at Ken’s success. Like a pro he glides back to the shore, a huge grin plastered on his face as the crowd cheers for him. When he’s back on land, he waltzes right up to you.

“Told you so,” he grins, and you nod proudly.

“Oh, Barbie!” he says. “There’s one more thing,” he smiles, before suddenly taking your hand in his. You blush, and he pulls you over to where the other barbies and kens had started a bonfire.

Everyone gathered around the fire in a perfect circle. You sat with the other barbies, and him across the circle from you with the other kens. He sat next to his buddy, another Ken, who was holding a guitar, and you shuddered when he handed it over to him. Uh-oh, you thought, you’d seen this before.

“Barbie, this one’s for you!” Ken yells adorably, holding the guitar in his left hand and pointing his right finger at you. Suddenly feeling very shy, you hide your face in your hands once more, only to hear Ken start playing a very familiar tune. Your favorite song.

You looked up at him, bewildered. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You looked through the flames and there he is, belting out a gorgeous rendition of the song you loved so much. The two of you locked eyes, and when you looked into them, you saw everything you needed to see. This was not done for his own pride or ego, no. This was done entirely and solely for you.

The circle is waving their hands back and forth slowly, you’re enchanted by his voice and his eyes and your heart is thumping in your chest with a familiar feeling you weren’t sure you wanted to admit you felt.

Looking into his eyes, you see the same; there is hurt, and regret, but there is also care, and admiration, and that same something.

Something new.

Something more.

#pt 3?#ken #ken x reader #ryan gosling #barbie 2023 #ryan gosling x reader #barbie #barbie movie #margot robbie #ken x y/n #ken x you #ken carson

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gudfornuthin · 1 year ago

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Computer: Please enter a password.

Ken: *types in Barbie*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Ken: How fucking DARE YOU-

#barbie #barbie the movie #ken #margot robbie #ryan gosling #barbie x ken #incorrect quotes #barbie x reader #ken x reader

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fairyvtale · 1 year ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ You’re Barbie

margot robbie! barbie x f!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AS a kid, you loved barbies dolls; you had every single one. it was your childhood. you always wanted to look like barbie, have perfect skin, and have this many clothes. even as an adult, you still watch barbie movies because you want to forget about the world and be happy for a few hours.

you had a stereotypically boring life: a boring job, an evil boss, almost no friends, etc. you wanted to live an exciting lifestyle, but you just couldn’t. also you had very low self-confidence, so that was the reason why you didn’t change your life because you thought that you didn’t deserve that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

right now, you're sitting on the bench, waiting for the bus. it was a pretty normal day, but suddenly you felt someone was looking at you. you looked at the blonde haired girl who was smiling at you. forcing a smile, you felt a little confused. ‘did i have something on my face?’ you thought.

“you are beautiful,” you heard the blonde-haired girl say. you frowned. you felt confused because no one had ever said something like that to you before. especially not the perfect girl. you smiled at her, but this time without forcing it. it was a nice feeling when someone complimented you when you were tired and didn’t like the way you looked.

“thank you, you’re gorgeous.” she kept smiling at you as she sat closer to you. “i’m y/n” you introduced yourself.

“nice to meet you, i’m barbie” she said, and you became more confused. it was impossible that you were talking to a real barbie, you weren’t living in a dream. but when you asked her if that was her nickname and she said ‘no' you believed her and didn’t care if she lied.

“i have always admired you, barbie, you are my inspiration. i always wanted to be like you” you said with a tired smile as she spread her shoulders, inviting you for a hug. you hugged her tightly, finding weird comfort in her shoulders.

“you are like me, y/n. all women are barbie, you are beautiful and strong, just like me. you are barbie.” when you heard her words, you realized that she didn’t just say that to make you feel better because she didn’t even know who you were. she really meant that. all women are barbies in real life, and so are you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hope you liked it!

have a great day/ good night!

#barbie x reader #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #ken x reader #ryan gosling #margot robbie #fluff #self love #imagines #barbie imagine

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gorgeys · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could you a Naomi x female reader, where her older brother works for Jordan and she meets Naomi at the party and gets a lil jealous when Jordan tries to hit on the reader? Thanks!

FRIENDS? ★ naomi lapaglia

Naomi Lapaglia (Wolf of Wall Street) x fem!reader

You quickly catch Jordan's eye at a party, but Naomi wants you all to herself...

Warnings: mentions of sex, flirting, corruption kink??, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 3110

Note: ayee i'm obsessed with naomi so i loved writing this request! there's also another naomi request that will be coming out shortly and that will def be a long one! i believe in margot robbie supremacy

b/n = brother's name

You stared in awe as you approached the mansion. It was by far the largest house you had ever seen. You looked to your brother and he only smiled. It seems he was adjusting to the shift in your lives much faster than you.

He had only begun working for Jordan a couple months ago when rent was tight and there was barely any food in the fridge. You had just moved in with him to help cut costs for the both of you as you sunk deeper into student loans and edged barely closer to your degree. If things couldn’t get any worse, your brother was laid off from his job out of nowhere. He began interviews for practically every job on Wall Street when your luck changed tremendously. He landed a job at Stratton Oakmont.

He climbed the ranks quickly. You and your brother had quite a unique charisma, one that allowed you to manipulate many social situations in your favor and it was no different at Stratton. With his charm and hard-working attitude, your brother was one of the few to have a personal connection with the founders of the company and he could feel that promotion coming. But it was just out of reach. So he quickly enlisted you to give him a little push.

There was an obvious shift in your lifestyle as soon as your brother got the job. He was able to provide for the both of you plus decorate the apartment and take you out to lavish dinners. Life just seemed so much brighter for the both of you. So you would do anything to keep your lives like this. Even if it meant playing this part.

It was the first time you’d be attending one of Stratton’s famous parties. Your brother let you hang off his arm, dolled up in a completely brand new designer outfit, just how Jordan liked it. Your dress was as short as it could be without being socially unacceptable and your neckline plunged so deep that your tits were nearly popping out. Your heels were custom made and reeled in your flashy dress to make it a classy look. Your make-up was done to a tee, emphasizing the soft features of your face, and your hair was curled into perfect waves. Even your brother, who had teased you all your childhood, agreed you were a sight for sore eyes. There was no way you wouldn’t catch Jordan’s attention.

Everything seemed to fall into place as you entered. Eyes were on you from the moment you stepped inside, men in suits turning their heads to gape while their wives and girlfriends knocked them on the back of the head for looking. You smiled just as you had rehearsed in the mirror and strutted as elegantly as you could muster even if you had to relearn to walk in those tall heels.

Most of the men you passed patted your brother on the shoulder in greeting, eyeing you up in the process. Your brother had to reiterate several times that you were his sister, hoping he’d be able to avoid any risque comments about the two of you for the night.

You hid your excitement at the expensive environment, causally downing a champagne flute from a server, while you soaked up the extravagance of the house and the people.

It wasn’t long before your brother elbowed you in the side.

“Look, right over there,” he said, nodding his head to the left. “That’s Jordan.”

When you looked, he was already staring back at you. He leaned against the giant glass windows of the living room, a mystery drink in his hand. He was wearing a suit but several of the buttons of his button up were undone, exposing his chest. His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot. While he was a little sleazier than you expected, you shouldn’t have been surprised considering the insane stories your brother had told you about his addictions to sex and drugs.

He was surrounded by a group of men who you could only assume were the founding members of the company. They had noticed you from a mile away and you could faintly hear them talking about you and how badly they wanted to fuck you. One even said he’d fuck you even if you were his sister. You pretended not to notice as they shoved Jordan playfully, egging him on to approach you. For the Wolfie to handle you, as they put it.

He confidently half-smiled at you before shifting his shoulders, fixing his suit jacket. He sloppily ran his hand through his hair before he began walking toward you. He sauntered arrogantly, as if he already had you in the palm of his hand, and his eyes ran all over you though he tried his best to hide it.

“B/N! Good to see you,” Jordan exclaimed, stretching his hand out to give your brother a firm handshake.

“Hi, Jordan, great party,” your brother said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he dismisses your brother, his eyes quickly turning onto you. “Now don’t be rude and introduce me to this lovely lady you’ve got here,” he said, nodding toward you, a smile stretching across his lips.

“This is my sister, Y/N.”

“Aah,” he sighs, his face lighting up with excitement. “Sister,” he repeats, grinning widely.

“I just wanted to bring her along and show her what a Stratton party’s all about.”

“Nice to meet you, Jordan” you say, in a honey-sweet voice, showing your pearly whites. You can tell he’s already hypnotized as you look up at him through your fluttering eyelashes with doe eyes. You extend your hand toward him with the graceful flick of your wrist and he holds it so delicately.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, lifting your hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. Your smile widens accordingly as he refuses to let go of your soft skin.

“You know, you’ve got a really great place here. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house this big before,” you say, your eyes flicking up to the enormous glass chandelier above you that would certainly kill everyone in the room if it ever came crashing down. You ignored that thought and looked back into his star-struck eyes with an excited gaze.

“Oh, really?” He raised his eyebrows, enjoying himself too much.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding along.

You wouldn’t have called him unattractive but he wasn’t really your type. Either way you’d let him have one freaky night with your body in return for a large check deposited in your brother’s bank account. You hoped he was a good lay but your instincts were telling you otherwise.

He shooed your brother away to go talk to some of the other guys while he entertained you, talking himself up and offering you several compliments. It was when he stepped closer to you that his wife noticed the two of you from across the room. She was sipping on her champagne and gossiping in a huddle of powerful wives when you caught her eye, your hand holding her husband’s for way too long.

She was no fool, she saw the way he looked at you, like he wanted to devour you. She remembered that dangerous glint in his eyes from when she had first met him at a party like this one. And we all know how that went.

She was ready to cause a scene, to impulsively confront him in the large crowd and beat him senseless with a glass bottle for even looking at another woman. But something distracted her.

She had the perfect view of you from the side as you moved your free hand across your lower back. Then your hand moved lower, lower, lower, gliding across your ass, smoothing out the fabric of your tight dress. Naomi’s eyes were fixed. Finally your fingers pulled lightly on the hem of your dress, trying to bring it down as it had rode up a little too high, showing off most of your bare thighs.

That’s when she stopped herself and decided to give you a closer look. And that’s also when she realized she was no better than her husband.

You weren’t like any of the other women Jordan flirted with. No, you were flawless. Her eyes examined your figure and noticed how every curve of your body was carved so smoothly, so perfectly that she couldn’t look away. She could only imagine the way your skin would feel beneath her fingers; she assumed it was soft and pliable. She imagined how each arch of your body would fit perfectly into her hands like you were molded just for that reason. She wanted to admire you for the rest of the night. And it felt like you were enticing her, like you were asking for her touch in that low-cut dress. It wasn’t hiding much but still, Naomi wished she could see more.

She realized that she could barely blame her husband for his reaction. Your beauty was baffling and undeniable. What could she expect from Jordan, a man who couldn’t hide his desires nearly as well as she could hide hers.

For a moment your eyes strayed away from his and you glanced in Naomi’s direction. Your hand carelessly brushed your hair back and Naomi was slightly mesmerized. She sucked her lips into her mouth, imprinting the features of your face into her mind, forgetting which reality she was in.

Her stomach churned, her body telling her brain that her need for you was innate. The way your lips curved into a pure smile and your eyes were full of light made her want to ruin you. She wanted to whisk you off to some far away place to have you only for herself. She wanted to melt away that pretty facade and see what lurked beneath your shiny surface.

It was impossible for her to restrain her own thoughts as just a single look at you brought up such deep, impure desires. She was no better than a man but you made her like that.

Her chest burns as Jordan leans impossibly closer to you, whispering something in your ear. You giggle delightfully, comfortably holding on to his shoulder. He takes that as a sign to wrap his arm around your waist, practically engulfing you with his body while his lips stay uncomfortably close to your ear.

Naomi couldn’t believe the audacity of her husband to throw himself onto you in public. No, you deserved much better than to be smothered in sweat and cologne in front of all these important people. You deserved someone who would treat you right and then, behind closed doors, someone who would treat you so wrong. She knew her husband couldn’t do any of that for you. You didn’t deserve him.

By then she had placed her glass onto a table with a little too much force and allowed her feet to carry her across the room. She straightens up the neckline of her dress and clicks her heels into the ground with a purpose. You deserved her.

“Jordan!” a thick Brooklyn accent cuts through the air.

It surprises you slightly but it seems to shock Jordan into action as he abruptly pulls away from you. You’re left awkwardly standing alone as he steps back from you. Your hands clutch onto the sides of your thighs for comfort.

“Naomi! Baby!” he exclaims, outstretching his arms to the blonde thundering toward you. He puts on a large smile and leans back comfortably as if he wasn’t just all over you.

She doesn’t accept his embrace but swats his hands away from her. She moves to stand at his side.

“You gonna introduce me to your little friend here?” she says, motioning toward you with one of her hands. Her voice is laced with an attitude that scares you. You’re not quite sure if it's venomous but it’s definitely strong. She turns to face you and plants her hands firmly on her hips.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he stutters, looking nervously between the two of you. “This is Y/N. And Y/N-”

“I’m Naomi, Jordan’s wife,” she cuts him off.

You had heard stories about Naomi, about how her beauty transcended time, but you sure as hell weren’t expecting the masterpiece that stood before you. You were rendered speechless for a moment, staring stupidly at her, your lips slightly parted.

Long blonde hair trailed down her shoulders, barely covering her thick gold hoop earrings. Her face looked like it was sculpted by the gods, with a jawline sharper than a knife and pink lips that pursed curiously at you. Her tight baby blue dress with a perfect cleavage cutout matched her blue eyes lined with thick eyeliner.

You couldn’t fathom how Jordan could cheat on her. She was probably the most perfect human you had seen in your entire life. And here you were trying to seduce her husband.

Her eyes aggressively ran up and down your body, soaking up every last drop of you. They held some dark emotion behind them. Using the context of the situation you assumed it was jealousy but she knew it was lust. It was the first time that night you felt so small and so flustered, your confident facade fading away.

You hoped it wasn’t showing on your face but from the way her lips quirked upward as she extended her hand, you could tell she was enjoying your agitated state.

“Hi, Naomi,” you said, speaking a little quieter than you had with Jordan before. You accepted her hand, expecting a tense shake, but her grip was even gentler than her husband’s. In fact, her hands were the softest you had ever held.

She copied Jordan’s movements, just more delicately. She brought your hand to her lips, leaning slightly forward to give the back of your hand a chaste kiss. Her eyes didn’t leave yours the entire time, making your stomach bubble in forbidden arousal. The gesture felt so intimate, as if no one else was watching.

If you weren’t in awe before, you were hypnotized now. Her beauty was ethereal and from the way she handled you, you began to question her intentions with you. Your perception of her as the jealous wife was slowly fading into the background.

If Jordan wasn’t your type, his wife surely was.

He looked between the two of you, completely unsure of what to say. It seemed he was in quite a pickle as it seemed his wife’s unpredictable behavior would soon get in the way of his endeavors with you.

“You know, you’re a cute one, doll,” she said, her tongue slightly poking through her teasing smile. Her strong accent only made every word out of her mouth even sexier, especially that pet name. Doll. You’d love to be her doll.

You felt your face heat up and your eyes ever so slightly widen. You attempted to ignore the arousal you felt beneath your dress as your nails dug anxiously into the fabric of your dress. You momentarily wondered whether you should thank her for the compliment before deciding against it. Each reaction out of you only pushed her to continue, to test your limits.

“I almost don’t blame my husband for looking at you the way he does,” she said, her eyes momentarily shifting to your cleavage before focusing on the small twitches of your face again.

You took a sharp breath and opened your mouth wider like you wanted to respond and apologize but Jordan beat you to it.

“Come on, baby. You know I only have eyes for you,” he whines and pouts like a child, leaning closer to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She instantly pushes him off of her, disgusted by his touch, without sparing him a glance.

All you want to do is walk away and distance yourself from this married couple’s petty quarrel but your feet seem too heavy to move. You can’t help but love the way Naomi looks at you.

“But I can assure you he’s no fun,” she says, ignoring her husband’s pleading looks. “Very vanilla, you know? And he comes too fast.” She whispers that last part like he’s not even there although he can clearly hear her.

Both you and Jordan share the same state of shock. You can’t help but feel like you’re learning too much information about the couple you met a few minutes ago. But the way Naomi speaks to you it feels like you’ve known her much longer.

“Uh, I-I’m sorry-” you begin but are quickly interrupted.

“Myself on the other hand,” she says, trailing off for a few moments. She presses her lips together as if she’s looking through you, her thoughts taking her to far away places. The glint in her eye is mischievous and you want her to take you with her. “We can have lots of fun together.”

Your insides are screaming the moment the words leave her lips, her devilish smile only making the feeling worse. You can only dream about what she’s implying and your imagination runs wild. You’re already putty in her hands, you both can feel it.

“What’d you say, you wanna be friends?” she says, her tone seemingly innocent. But one look in those blue eyes would say otherwise.

“Friends?” you ask breathlessly. You let your head hang low and your bottom lip push out toward her, silently questioning the meaning of the word.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling brightly. But there’s a coy element about it. “You wanna be my friend?” Her eyes check you out once more just for emphasis.

There’s your answer.

The initial goal of seducing Jordan is long forgotten. Quick cash seems irrelevant compared to the duchess before you, especially now that she seems within reach. If you didn’t accept her offer you were sure you’d regret it.

You nod cautiously.

“Yeah, I’ll be your friend.”

She instantly beams at you with a conniving grin while internally congratulating herself for a mission accomplished. You feel your lips reciprocate in a stunned smile.

“Good. Let’s get you another drink, doll” she says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. She tugs you behind her as she heads toward the home bar. She gives you a raunchy look over her shoulder while you let her control your every movement. “Then I can show you around.”

Your smile grows while Jordan is left standing stupidly by himself. He curses under his breath, wondering how he fumbled so badly.

i'm screaming

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