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driaswrld · 8 months

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i'm just — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

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summary : (fem!reader) satoru gets lost in his head way too early in the morning, you and suguru ease his worries with one simple question.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : honestly this is before megs and tsumiki, just when the trio is figuring out their futures and i wanna show rlly how complex satoru's feelings are but from the pov of the ppl who love him. bcus let's bfr suguru and reader would live in a cardboard box under a bridge with satoru if it meant the three of them would be happy.

other : mentions of hickeys/lovebites ig? poly satosugu x reader but labels haven't really been defined so do with that as you may. and yes this is totally reader n suguru telling satoru that hes kenough!

current casette : i'm just ken - barbie, the album

You wake to a weight pressed against your left arm, blood rushing to your fingertips. A soft gust of summer air blows the thin blue curtains to the side, just as the morning sun peeks out from beyond the railing of the balcony. It’s hot.

It’s not just hot. The apartment is quiet.

Not often is it this quiet.

Wiggling your legs beneath the covers, you roll onto your left side, and the first thing you see makes your heart do a somersault.

Suguru, with his head pressed against your arm, his chin snug in the inside of your elbow. You don’t want to wake him — really, when was the last time any of you got a full night’s sleep let alone the privilege of sleeping in during the day?

One of your legs hike over the thigh Suguru has slotted between your own thighs, and there’s a sliver of movement beneath his eyelids. You freeze.

There’s a shift in his breathing pattern, like he’s about to wake up, and instead of moving your leg more, the arm he’s laying on moves around him to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and into your chest.

In his sleep, he mumbles something inaudible.

You still talk in your sleep after so long, Suguru?You think, but you swallow it with a smile.

Strands of jet black swallow your chest like a blanket. Silently, you card Suguru’s hair between your fingertips. Halfway down, the length of your thumb hooks on a broken hair tie, and you pull it out, a few darkened knots coming with it.

Graciously, you discard it on the empty side of the bed next to you. Satoru's side.

The pillow is cold.

Back then, you would slide out of Suguru’s hold and saunter off to find Satoru, drag him back to bed maybe. But now, you’re old enough to know he can never stay away too long.

No sappy stuff! Satoru just gets major FOMO when you and Suguru cuddle without him, that’s all!

His words, not yours.

The sunlight beaming in from the open balcony door warms your skin, heating the curve of your jaw, the flesh of your cheeks buzzing with warmth. You look down at Suguru, wondering if you should close the curtains before the light bothers him—

He’s like a baby, just laying there on your chest.

From here you can see the edge of his shoulder, a soft red mark blooming on his bare skin. Was that you? No, you don’t remember doing that. Maybe it was Satoru.

Maybe it was the both of you. You can never tell.

Suguru shifts, nuzzling his head into you, tip of his nose in between your breasts, and you wonder if he can even breathe like that.

He babbles something mindlessly, and his arms snake around your waist, pressing his weight firmly on top of you. Curious, you move a tuft of hair out of his face.

His eyes form soft slits, moisture tickling the edge of his dark lashes from sleep, his lips parted slightly with soft breaths. He’s beautiful like this.

“...Did I wake you?” A whisper comes from across the room, and you turn your attention from Suguru to where Satoru is leaning against the doorframe, shirtless and eyes heavy with sleep.

Carefully, you check on Suguru before you glance back at Satoru. “No, you’re fine…” You whisper back, hyper aware of your volume. “I got warm, is all.” The last thing you want to do is wake Suguru, and Satoru gets the idea quick as he steps over to the end of the bed.

“Warm?” Satoru repeats, rubbing a fist over his eyes, before he glances over at the open balcony doors adjacent to the bed, the baby blue curtains swaying softly with the little wind. And it clicks in his brain. “Yeah, the thermostat is still busted — I tried fixing it,” he murmurs, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, back turned to you. “I’ll just call someone to get it fixed later.”

Suguru stirs atop your chest, and you pat the top of his head, coaxing him to sleep more.

“Do we even have the money to get it fixed anyway?” You ask, soft.

Sometimes, the three of you tend to forget you’re just kids. Fresh out of highschool and starting from scratch — desperately trying to make something of your own. “I can ask Nanami to look at it tomorrow—”

“I don’t want you to ask Nanami, though.” Satoru cuts you off, and you breathe a sigh.

“Don’t be prideful, ‘toru. It’s just a thermostat.”

Satoru feels a foreign feeling bubble in him. Rather, not foreign, but a variation of the same feeling he’s been feeling these past days.

Ever since he decided to put his inheritance from the Gojo clan on hold, so the three of you could do this on your own. Ever since Suguru started taking extra missions to help with rent. Ever since you started taking half of Nanami’s overtime shifts — is pride the name of the heat bubbling inside him? Or is it disappointment?

“It’s more than the thermostat, name.” He whispers, looking over his shoulder for all but a mere second, waiting for Suguru to stir again. But he doesn’t.

He can’t run to Suguru to stall this conversation. “It’s the bathroom sink—”

“Suguru tied a bandana around the bottom of the faucet, it’ll stop the dripping until we can—”

“No.” He shakes his head, shifting to fold one leg under him as he finally turns to look at you. “It’s the whole apartment, it’s the late shifts — it’s all the things I can’t do.” Satoru’s voice cracks an octave higher than it should.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Suguru’s body rolls to the side and you take advantage of this to slowly start sliding up against the headboard.

“All the things I can’t give you two.” Satoru whispers, mostly to himself than to you.

Suguru sleepily stretches his arm to you, his fist curling around the hem of your shirt just as your back leans against the wood of the headboard. “I never asked for anything though… I doubt Suguru has either.” You reply in a mumble.

You’re right. Satoru knows that. But why would you and Suguru ever need to ask him for anything?

It’s what he’s supposed to do. That’s what love is. He’s supposed to want to give you two the best. He’s supposed to do all the heavy lifting — he’s the strongest. He's supposed to take care of the both of you.

“You’re stupid if you think we care about all that.” Suguru’s voice cuts through the air, hoarse from sleep but thick with something other than sleep — conviction, pride.

Pride in Satoru. Pride in you. “Who cares about the thermostat? Who cares about the sink?” His head lifts only a few centimeters away from your chest, his eyes still closed but his voice showing no signs of slumber at all. “I could drown in the bathroom tonight for all I care.”

You smile a little. And Satoru looks over at you two, albeit a little incredulously.

Why are you looking at him and smiling like that?

Why is Suguru so unbothered?

Satoru tries to wrap his head around it but for the life of him he can’t.

“What the hell is wrong with you two…” Satoru mumbles beneath his breath, turning his body completely, both legs crossed as he sits on the bed. “This isn’t— this isn’t what we wanted…”

The three of you wanted peace. A life full of shenanigans and sporadic missions. A life where you’d worry about nothing, do nothing but feel everything.

Satoru can’t help but burn inside at the way you two don’t even realize you’ve gotten the short end of the stick with this life. This life with him—

“name.” Suguru mumbles into your chest, just as he raises his head to your eye level, the first time he’s opened his eyes since morning. And yet, there’s a softness in them you’ve never seen before. “Are you happy?” Suguru asks, simply, straightforward.

In your mind, you think of a million different ways to answer the question, a million different ways to break down and explain and talk and talk and talk about how you feel but ultimately it all leads back to—

“One word, yes or no.” Suguru tilts his head, looking up at you expectantly yet prepared. Like he already knows what you’ll say before you think it.

“Are you happy?” He asks again and Satoru strains his gaze to the bedsheets, waiting for an answer he thinks he doesn’t want to hear. Because how? How can you be happy?

“Yes.” The answer leaves your mouth with a fluidity, like it came out absentmindedly, without needing any thought. And Satoru is about to say something like about it not being so easy or Suguru’s question being dumb and vague, but—

“Now, Suguru, are you happy?” Suguru mimics Satoru’s voice, dramatically raising his pitch a few tones, even going as far to open his eyes wide — like he’s got six eyes to spare. “Oh, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been—!” Suguru raises his arms in an over the top gesture and you can’t help but laugh.

You look over to Satoru, and he’s looking at you and Suguru like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before.

And the knot twisting inside of him loosens. Just enough for him to have to force himself to bite back a chuckle. I don't even talk like that, he wants to say.

“Are you happy, Satoru?” You ask, and he stills for a moment. And now he thinks he understands Suguru’s dumb not so easy but extremely vague question.

He’s never not been happy when he’s with you two. It shouldn’t even be a question.

“I’m never… not happy…” He whispers, his shoulders slouching forwards. “But it’s not—”

You cut him off with a grin. “One word.”

Suguru laughs. “Yes or no?”

Satoru sits a little straighter, and he feels like he can breathe easier.

“Yes. It’s always yes with you two.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Could you do a Ken (Ryan Gosling) X Male Reader X Ken (Simu Liu) SMUT? Their Rivalry turning Raunchy when it comes to the MR: Whose kisses are better, who is the better makeout partner, who can give better blowjobs(Resulting in MR getting a Double BJ from both), whose penis, balls, and cum are better and tastier, and finally whose Ass tastes and feels best! ;) ALSO if neither Ken's have genitalia, just smoothness, do they love it when MR rubs and licks them their, turning into moaning messes? ;)

Stereotypical Ken x Male Reader x Pompadour Ken

Headcanons

I’ve learned the only way I can get in the mood to write about Ken is to listen to Bimbo Doll on repeat.

It’s gonna be so confusing saying stereotypical Ken and Pompadour Ken over and over, but I have no idea how else to refer to them 😭

How you ended up with not one but two kens following you around, you had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that you stole two of your sisters ken dolls as a kid, and used to play with them when you played with your ninja turtle toys and monster trucks.

Or maybe it was the fact that you worked at Mattel for like, a few months, and specifically had worked on outfits for Ken and only Ken. It meant you had some kind of connection to them, in some way.

Maybe it was also because you got dragged along with everything that happened with the Kens taking over barbieland, and you had to go save it with the rest.

Stereotypical Ken had been absolutely glowing when you said he looked pretty cute in his Kenough hoodie, and Pompadour Ken immediately seemed to hook onto that, for some reason. Being rivals just seemed to be in their blood, bodies? Plastic?

Now that stereotypical Ken knew how to get from Barbieland into the real world, you get used to him just showing up at your apartment sometimes. He would never tell Pompadour Ken how to get there, because he doesn’t want his rival to have that advantage, but they both figure it out at some point.

Any weaker man would have buckled or probably passed out from the blood rushing upwards and downwards at having two very attractive, not very bright but enthusiastic men, rubbing against you from both sides.

But you were not a weak man, for the most part. In the beginning their competitions were on the normal side. From whom could do the best backflip, to who could cook the best brownies, you never really questioned it, and somehow always made sure to keep their “score” equal.

Both Kens must have stumbled across more adult content, or the overexposure of being in the real world started giving them ideas, because you almost had a heart attack coming home from work one day and they both almost knocked you over, their lips immediately all pressing against your neck and chin.

You end up having to sit them down and scold them, but from then on it seems like a switch has been flipped inside stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken.

Their competitions start becoming steamier, from kissing, to make outs, to full body massages. You aren’t complaining of course. It’s horrible for your ego, having two hot guys rubbing you all over and competing to see who can make the best hickey on your chest.

You almost get a nosebleed when you come home from work one day to see them both on speedos, comparing their bodies in front of a full body mirror you didn’t even know you owned.

You get lightheaded from how much blood is rushing downwards as they grope and squeeze each other, grumbling half compliments-half insults at each other. It ends up with you just leaning against the doorway and watching for a bit, because how can you not.

They both also seem so taken with you, especially when you come home from work, especially if you do a blue-collar job. It seems to tickle some kinda manliness nerve inside them, as they both seem so obsessed with your uniform or how rough your hands are.

Its kinda nice honestly, coming home to two attractive guys who are so excited to see you and please you in one way or another. It did catch you off guard the first time they scrambled into your lap, one on each thigh, Pompadour Ken stating you needed them to help figure out who the best kisser was.

Of course, you never ended up giving them a solid answer, which they quickly forgot, as both Kens seemed to become almost mindless and weak in the knees from just kissing alone.

When they first gain genitals, you bet your ass they’re comparing size, girth, hairs, anything. They would want your opinion too. You, being a bit of a tease, would go down on them and leave them both whining and whimpering as you suck them off.

The experience feels like some kind of awakening for them both, and you swear they’re gonna start throwing hands on who gets to go down on your first. You’ll have to remind them they can both go first, maybe by wording it like a competition.

It ends up extremely sloppy and with little finesse or skill, but by God are they enthusiastic. Two mouths on you at once, both looking up at you with those begging eyes of their, trying their damnest to make you cum.

After making you cum, both stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken seem even more energized. You can expect to get head at least once a day from then on, some days even twice, as they don’t wanna share every time. I pray for you.

They become fiends are they get a hang of the internet, saying all kinds of dirty things to you and wanting to try so many different things. Stereotypical Ken would definitely want to ride you, and I can see pompadour Ken wanting you to eat him out till he’s crying into the pillow and shaking.

Its like having two dogs in heat running around sometimes, they’re gonna have to learn how to help each other, because you can in no way keep up, especially when their rivalry kicks up a notch like it does sometimes.

To have mercy on yourself and your body, you end up able to convince them that you can sit back and watch, and then pick a winner from there. They would still want you involved sometimes, or most times for that matter, since they are sure you can judge it better that way.

At some point you have to be careful when you have visitors over, as both Kens just take to walking around in the nude, because why cover up when they wanna show off to you?

They are both so beautiful in very way that you don’t mind most days, but you don’t wanna have someone over and then see the two of them making out on the couch, trying to settle who the best kisser is for the fourth time this week.

You still love them, even though they leave you feeling like a juice box with all the air sucked out, or more dehydrated than after a full day working in the sun. They’re your messy competitive boys, and you’d probably allow them to get away with anything if they looked at you with those pretty eyes of theirs and pouted.

They never end up being able to settle any of their competition with you after all, but at this point the competitions just seem like a cover or habit to get in the mood or get each other riled up.

Both Kens are pretty submissive by nature, which is why they pull out their rivalry most times when they wanna do something but both feel so shy to ask you to do it with them, and you might enable them a bit too much sometimes, but you all enjoy it too much to stop.

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frost-queen · 2 months

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Kenough for you (Reader x Ken)

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“Are… are you okay?” – you asked approaching the guy sitting on a bench. He was clearly sobbing. You had seen many bystanders ignore him due to his funky cowboy outfit. You couldn’t ignore him as your mind kept being drawn to him. Gently extending your hand, you touched his shoulder. It startled him. Making him turn jumpy to you, looking in shock at you. Now you had a good view of his face. – “Are you alright?” – you asked again.

He wiped a hand aggressively over his face. Clearing his throat afterwards, puffing his chest a bit up. – “I… I had something in my eye.” – he answered trying to sound confident. – “Okay.” – you replied not wanting to hurt his pride, although there was nothing wrong with a good cry. You already turned half away, not sure what more you could do.

You were about a few steps away from him when he got up. – “Wait!” – he called out making you stop. He came jogging over, the ruffles on his shirt waving with his movement. – “You… you came over to me?” – he said.

His expression made you unsure what he meant by that. – “Yes…” – you replied hesitant. He started to smile. A bit too energetic. – “You came to me… on your own… you a girl!” – he expressed overjoyed. It made you frown at him. – “Was that… wrong?” – you questioned not sure anymore. The man grabbed you by your shoulders tight, shaking his head. – “No, no not at all.” – he spoke.

“You see Barbie never comes over to me. It is always me going up to see her.” – he explained with a few hand gestures. – “Barbie?” – you cut in confused. – “Yes Barbie.” – he answered a bit bitsy, wanting to gush more about Barbie. You weren’t listening much further as you tried to work your brain over it.

“Are… are you talking about Barbie from Mattel?” – you asked with a quizzable brow. The man tilted his head confused at you. – “What’s a Mattel?” – he wanted to know. – “Barbie!” – you said loud, arguing with him about it. The man laughed chuckles. – “No Barbie is Barbie.” – he said dreamy.

He continued to gush about Barbie and how he sort of lost her. You tried to follow with his story, but it seemed very odd. Till you got an intrusive thought. – “Wait are you Ken?” – you shouted holding your hand up. The man went silent, blinking confused at you. – “You… you know me.” – he said in a sweet tone. Your eyes went wide before you laughed. Laughs quickly dying out when he stared all serious at you.

“Sorry.” – you apologized. – “So… so you lost your Barbie?” – you spoke after some silence to start the conversation once more. Ken nodded with pouted lips. – “Where… where did you last see her?” – you asked. Ken scratched his head, lifting the cowboy hat a bit up. – “There were smaller people.” – he responded thoughtfully.

“How tall?” – you questioned. Ken moved his hand to his hip, then moving it up till he lowered it doubtfully down once more. – “Okay a school then.” – you let out. You were about to lead the way till you realized you weren’t sure if he wanted you to tag along. – “Do you mind if I come with you? Help you find Barbie.” – you asked. Ken shook his head.

You gestured in a direction, walking beside Ken. – “I’m Y/n.” – you said holding your hand out. – “Ken.” – he responded staring at your hand for a moment before shaking it happily. It made you chuckle at how adorably unaware he is. Ken smiled back at you, making sure he staid at your side as you navigated him through the city. You arrived at the school, yet there was no sign of Barbie. – “I don’t see her?” – Ken said, overlooking the deserted playground.

You checked your watch, seeing school had ended half an hour ago. – “I’ll see if anyone is still inside to ask.” – you suggested taking a few steps. You paused seeing that Ken wasn’t following you. – “Aren’t you coming?” – you questioned. Ken jump up straight, jogging over. – “I didn’t think you’d want me along.” – he said as you held the door open for him.

“Why would I not…” – you started, already filling in the rest in your mind. The way he was talking before, made you think he wasn’t used to being put first or feel wanted. Ken and you walked in, going up to the teacher’s lounge.

Knocking on the door, you heard a yes to enter. – “Hi, I’ve got a quick question.” – you said looking at the man drinking his coffee. Ken moved his hand up, saying softly ‘hi’ as it made you lower his hand. – “Have you noticed a woman around her, answering to the name Barbie?” – you asked. The man raised his eyebrow, setting his coffee down.

“She’s probably the prettiest woman you had ever seen in your life. Blonde hair. Lot’s of pink?” – you turned to Ken for validation that you were describing her well. Ken nodded letting you know you were on the right track. – “Left a long time.” – the man answered. – “Do you know where?” – you asked. – “Beats me.” – the man answered. You tugged on Ken’s sleeve, pulling him back outside with you.

Outside Ken went dramatically over to a wall, leaning his arm against it to sob. – “Don’t worry Ken, we’ll find Barbie.” – you reassured him. He sniffed loud. – “You think so?” – he asked looking at you. You nodded with a smile. Ken ran over to you, throwing his arms around you. – “You are awesome Y/n.” – he expressed letting go off you.

It made you laugh shyly. Ken and you left the school. – “Where do you want to look?” – you suggested. Ken looked confused at you. – “You… you want me to choose?” – he let out. You nodded with a smile. – “You know Barbie best. Where do you think she would go?” – you replied. Ken thought for a moment, trying to look cool. – “There!” – he called out slapping his arm out, almost hitting you in the face as it made you jump startled back.

“Come on Y/n.” – Ken took your hand, dragging you with him. Ken and you walked the beach line off. You noticed Ken looking questionable at you. – “Do you have something to ask Ken?” – you said nervous. Ken took a deep breath. – “What is your specialty?” – he asked making you frown. – “My specialty?” – you repeated. – “Mine is beach.” – he let you know. – “So you are beach Ken?” – you suggested. Ken nodded. – “So what about you?” – he asked again.

You hummed curious. – “I’m not exactly sure. I’m not that special Ken…” - you answered looking away. Ken touched your arm, making you stop. – “I’m not Barbie.” – you told him, knowing you weren’t as special as Barbie. The girl that could do anything. This was the real world. Girls weren’t as perfect as Barbie. Ken’s hand slipped off your arm once you started walking again. – “You aren’t…” – Ken said questionable to himself.

Clearly seeing a difference between Barbie and you. Ken caught up with you again. His eye falling on the men that walked by. It made him try to look serious or cool. Puffing his chest a bit up. A couple walked past the two of you, making Ken follow their movement, even when they were past him. Looking over his shoulder to see them hold hands. It made him look at his own hand for a moment. A bit further away on the beach, he saw another couple.

The man having his arm over the girl’s shoulder and she didn’t seem to be annoyed by it. It made Ken have a lot of questions. You stopped for a moment, looking around for a blonde girl dressed in full pink. One that would scream Barbie. – “Hey uhm Y/n.” – Ken asked tapping you on the shoulder. You hummed loud to listen to his question.

“Do you think Barbie will hold hands with me when we find her?” – he asked locking his fingers together. – “I’m sure she will.” – you told him with a smile. Ken and you continued your search for Barbie. There was little luck as she could be anywhere. It was getting darker as you knew you couldn’t keep up the search for hours.

“Ken… it’s getting dark… we should continue this tomorrow.” – you said pointing at the sky. Ken looked up. – “Can’t we keep searching in the dark?” – he asked. – “No Ken.” – you finished. – “Do… do you have a place to stay?” – you asked finding it a silly question afterwards. – “You can come over to my house.” – you suggested. – “Why?” – Ken said frowning. – “We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.” – he let out finding it odd you were inviting him over to your dreamhouse. – “But we’re friends are we not?” – you replied feeling a bit shy.

Ken inhaled deep moving his arm up to show you his muscles. – “Sure.” – he said all cool. You laughed as Ken noticed it. Making him smile to see your laugh was genuine. You led Ken to your house when the sky was darkening. Ken ran inside going immediately for your bed. He let himself fall on it with a content breath. He rolled over, moving his hands behind his head.

“You have a nice dreamhouse Y/n.” – he said looking around. – “Thank you Ken.” – you responded. Ken sat up, bouncing a bit on your matrass. – “You can have the bed for tonight if you like.” – you offered. Ken’s eyes widened. – “Just a moment.” - he said cooly. He got up disappearing into another room. – “Sublime!” – you heard him call out loud before returning. You found it sweet, laughing giddy.

Ken returned his eyes falling on the guitar in the corner. He ran over to it, grabbing it. Hugging it a bit as if having missed an old friend. – “Do you play?” – you asked. Ken cleared his throat, changing his posture. – “I do.” – he said making his voice deeper. – “Will you play for me?” – you gestured at a seat for him to sit.

Ken took a seat placing the guitar in front of him. You came sitting by him. Ken started playing the guitar as you looked in admiration at him. It made Ken smirk. You gasped surprised when he started singing, serenating for you. His gaze fixated on you as it made you feel bashful. Smiling dreamily back at him. Ken winked at you as it made you press your lips together to withhold a squeal.

Ken caught himself smiling the entire time while gazing at you. His smile slowly fading away as he became aware of what was happening. His words faded out as he stopped playing. – “Did… did I do something wrong?” – you asked watching him put the guitar away. – “No…” – Ken answered with a saddened smile.

Your smile faded as well. – “I’m not Barbie…” – you said having an idea of it. – “Y/n…” – Ken started as you didn’t want to hear his sympathy for you. You got up trying not to cry at how much pain that gave you. – “Y/n.” – Ken said getting up to go after you. You paused turning your head a bit to the side. – “Tomorrow we’ll find Barbie and you’ll return with her to Barbieland. And I will stay here. Don’t worry Ken, you’ll forget about me soon.” – you said over your shoulder before going into a room.

Ken went after you, being met up with a door in his face. He swallowed hurtful, lowering his head. You let your head fall back against the door. Exhaling deep, knowing you were falling for him. Falling for Ken. Someone who only had eyes for Barbie. Perfect Barbie.

Ken laid himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Rolling over to the side, he couldn’t deny what your attention made him feel like. It was different then with Barbie. He actually felt heard and seen. You hadn’t once rolled your eyes at him, found him annoying or send him away because it was girl’s night. Yet Barbie. Barbie was the one that called his heart.

Ken and you encountered each other at the same time in the living room. He had changed his cowboy clothes for something else. Ken and you shared an awkward gaze. – “Y/n… I…” – Ken began as you weren’t in the mood for his words of sympathy. – “We’ve got Barbie to find.” – you said leaving out the door. Ken followed in silence. Taking a deep breath, you wondered where you’d start looking.

Ken and you went down the street back to the beach where you searched last night. – “Y/n may I suggest something?” – Ken said nervously. – “Sure.” – you replied as he revealed a pair of skates. – “Can we skate?” – he asked. – “Where did you get those?” – you replied surprised. – “I never go anywhere without them.” – he told you.

“I don’t have any skates.” – you told Ken. Ken grabbed you by the wrist. – “We’ll get you a pair.” – he said happily. Overjoyed he got to skate. Ken found you a pair of skates, which you paid for. You weren’t used to wearing skates so you were a bit clumsy with it.

Needing to do your very best not to fall. – “This way we’ll find Barbie faster.” – Ken called out going faster as you could barely keep up. – “Ken wait!” – you shouted for him to stop. He didn’t seem to hear you or listen to it, just skating forwards. You tried to skate harder and catch up with him, but your feet danced. Slipping and not curving into a straight line.

Arms flailing you tried to keep your balance till you fell down. Hard on your bottom. Your face contracted in pain. A shadow fell upon you, blocking out the sun. – “Are you alright?” – looking up, you met up with a man. Holding his hand out to you. Ken stopped skating, noticing you weren’t near him. He frantically looked around till his gaze fell upon you. Watching a man help you up to your feet. Ken’s expression hardened as he skated over.

“Are you sure you are alright?” – the man asked still holding your hand. – “I’ll probably get a bruise, but other than that I’m alright.” – you told him. You gasped startled when Ken came bumping hard at him. Pushing the man aside. The man fell to the ground. – “Find your own real girl!” – he shouted at him. You stared in disbelieve at him.

Ken then took you by the hand, skating off with you. The man staring confused at Ken. – “Ken!” – you called out loud not sure what had gotten into him. Ken kept skating with you as you pulled hard at his hand. He came to a stop, coming to stand before you. – “What was that for?” – you said loud.

“He was holding your hand!” – Ken answered. – “I did not like that!” – he said shaking his head and moving his finger across. You smiled flustered. Nearing Ken, you pressed a small kiss against his cheek. Ken’s expression turned blank, touching his cheek where you had kissed him.

“Ken?” – Ken turned his head, snapping out of his daydream. His eyes widening when he saw her. – “Barbie!” – he called out, arms wide open as he skated over to her. He wrapped his arms around her as Barbie moved her head back. – “Okay Ken that’s enough.” – she said pushing him off. – “I’ve been searching everywhere for you Barbie.” – he said holding her hand. Barbie moved her hand up so that it would slip out of his grip. – “Come meet Y/n.” – he went on stepping aside so Barbie could see you.

You waved at Barbie. – “Who is she?” – Barbie asked. Ken went over to you, pushing you a bit closer to Barbie. – “She helped me find you.” – Ken said going back to Barbie. – “I even went to her dreamhouse.” – he whispered giddy. Barbie stared in shock at you. – “Nice to meet you Barbie.” – you spoke as it felt bittersweet. – “Ken we’re going home.” – Barbie declared.

“Okay.” – Ken simply said. He was ready to follow her when you stopped him. – “Ken!” – he turned back to you. – “Aren’t… aren’t you going to say goodbye?” – you asked with tears in your eyes. Ken looked at Barbie for confirmation. Barbie sighed soft, gesturing at you a little bit annoyed.

Ken skated over to you, stopping before you. He took your hand, shaking it excitingly. – “Thank you for helping me find Barbie.” – he said letting go of your hand. – “That’s it?” – you asked hurtful that the moment he saw Barbie, he forgot about you. Ken furrowed his brows a bit. – “I’ll see you again won’t I?” – Ken questioned as you shook your head. – “I can’t Ken… I have to stay here…” – you told him with a saddened smile. Ken looked saddened down as well.

You lifted his head up by his chin. – “Ken, you are very special, remember that.” – you told him as he gazed back at you. – “You are too me. More than Barbie.” – you finished brushing your thumb against his cheek. – “Ken!” – Barbie called out impatient. Ken had looked over his shoulder to her. – “Y/n…” – he started turning back to you. The rest of his words swallowed back in when your lips crashed against his. Ken kept his eyes open, looking confused for a moment.

When you retrieved your lips from his, he immediately missed the contact. Keeping your gaze low, you took a step back. Ken seemingly wanted to move closer to you, but Barbie called him over again. He turned his gaze away, going over to Barbie. Barbie and Ken skated off as you watched them leave. Knowing Ken would always choose Barbie. Ken looked back, having stopped for a moment as he saw you leaving.

Somehow it felt painful to leave you. – “Ken!” – Barbie groaned out. Ken simply obeyed Barbie and followed her back to Barbieland. Where everything was still the same. Where Ken didn’t have a dreamhouse and was never allowed in as every night was girl’s night. -----------------------------------------

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wpdarlingpan · 11 months

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hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!

Their Love

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!

Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)

Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader

You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.

Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.

Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.

They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.

But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.

Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.

Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.

Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.

You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.

“Hi.”

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.

“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.

Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))

You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…

“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.

“Uh rollerblade?”

“Yes. What size?”

“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”

Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.

“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.

“What are we even doing Ken?”

“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.

You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.

Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.

Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.

“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.

“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.

“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.

Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.

Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.

They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.

The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.

But then again… what did you have to lose?

Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.

Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.

They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.

Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.

Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!

So I guess your there to stay huh?

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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kenergy unfolded || ms47 fic

mick schumacher x ofc

EXTENTION/WRITTEN VERSION of WHO IS KENOUGH

Summary: Barbie Blanco is dating her childhood crush, Mick Schumacher but nobody knew. Or at least, nobody knew until Arthur Leclerc, Barbie’s boy best friend who drove for the Ferrari Driving Academy, decided to take the matter into his own hands and roped Barbie into making the young Schumacher jealous. Needless to say, riling up the entire F1 community (and the boyfriend) would eventually make Mick snap.

Content warning: written version of Who Is Kenough, use of explicit language, platonic!scheming!Arthur Leclerc x OFC, established relationship, jealous!Mick Schumacher

Note: I am moving tomorrow so I decided to write this down for now bc I just want some menace Arthur. This is the written version of Who is Kenough so enjoy!!! xx

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Barbie Blanco had always considered herself decent. She acted as nicely as she could in public, respecting everyone and treating them with kindness. Because of her connection to the retired driver Sebastian Vettel and his wife Bel, she, too, had an image in public that she maintained. Everyone loved Barbie. Of all the people who could’ve made their images terrible, she had more chances of winning the public over should she do something heinous. Not that she’d ever do something as such.

Mick Schumacher was the same. He was born to an iconic racing family, with him being Michael Schumacher’s carbon copy. He already had a public image by the time he was born— a set of expectations for him were ready to be fulfilled. He was the cutest baby to have existed too, with cameras taking photos of him left and right while he and his father were out and about. He had to maintain his image as a Schumacher legacy.

Perhaps that was why he decided that keeping their relationship on the down low was ideal. It wasn’t as if he was embarrassed by the thought of it — he didn’t like the idea of sharing Barbie to the rest of the world just yet. They’ve seen her in the paddocks as Sebastian Vettel’s daughter and they rooted for her and Mick as years went on — but it didn’t mean that he’d share her to the world after yearning for almost a decade. It took him years to even admit he loved her— he didn’t want to share her just yet.

But Barbie took Mick’s hesitation for humiliation. One of the things that she had learned from being in the foster system for too long was that she cannot ask. Just take what you’re given, and be grateful. It took Seb and Bel to tell her that she could ask anything and they’d be more than willing to hand it to her but a little part of herself, one that thought too much about Mick, doubted that he would even admit to anyone he’s dating her. Let alone she was his girlfriend. So she never asked, just shying away from the thought and continued to be a happy content girlfriend for him.

But it seemed as if fate fucked around a lot. Or rather, Arthur Leclerc did.

Their isolated vacation in Monaco was meant to be as secluded as it could be— the Vettels had a yacht that were maintained but not normally operated, and the younger couple had the boat for the two of them. They were quite happy with the quiet that came with the boat, with him sunbathing while she sat next to him with a book perched on her lap.

Well, Mick was sunbathing until he cleared his throat to catch her attention, shooting the German a look as he smiled widely at Barbie, “Come cuddle?”

“Under the sun?” Barbie chuckled, “I could do so much more than staying in one place.”

“Oya? Name it,” Mick’s hand lifted his shades to stare at her dark eyes with his cheeky grin. “Maybe we can experiment and see what works?”

“You are literally red in the face and your chest because of the sun,” Barbie scoffed, “what’s stopping me from slapping you to make them hurt?”

“Your love for me?” Mick suggested, leaving Barbie to roll her eyes as he laughed and reached up to kiss her softly. Pulling an inch away from her lips, he murmured, “Ich liebe dich so sehr.” I love you so much.

“Took us long enough huh,” Barbie chuckled beneath her breath before pulling him for another kiss, “I love you.”

Arthur: Oi, how long are you here in Monaco for???

Barbie: ??? How do you even know I’m in Monaco?

Arthur: Snapchat works wonders.

Arthur: So??? Are you gonna be here for a while or are you just planning to ditch your best friend?

Barbie: Ugh, fine. I’ll find my way around here. Where do you want to eat?

Arthur: I knew I love you for a reason ;) Remember that resto I took you to for pasta? Like the big cheese wheel pasta?

Barbie: I honestly would rather eat at the back of your mother’s salon.

Arthur: Don’t be so boring. Send me your addy. You better be outside your place at 6PM sharp. If you’re not dressed as much as you do on a fashion week I’m gonna march you back to your place. I want to see fancy. FANCY!!!

Mick Schumacher might kill a Monegasque sometime soon. Preferably his grid mate’s brother.

Barbie had been checking her D&G tulle dress for ten minutes straight while she stood in front of the mirror with her Medusa shoes on, her lips painted dark red while a black rose choker was wrapped around her neck. She had her hair in a wavy ponytail, not wanting to make her hair look more complicated.

“It’s too formal,” Mick only told her before he walked up to their temporary shared closet and pulled out his oversized vintage Ferrari jacket.

Barbie stared at the outerwear in his hand for a second before she chuckled, “That’s too casual.”

“It evens out the whole vibe,” Mick shrugged before slipping her onto the jacket. “Voila. Besides, it’s a Leclerc. What does a Leclerc know about dressing nicely?”

“Oi, you might be friends with one but you don’t get to slander my own,” Barbie laughed regardless, pinching him on the cheek as he smiled lazily. “Don’t be an ass to everyone just because they have the same surname.”

“I’m not— but I’m just saying; if Charles could barely dress, what makes you think Arthur cares about what he wears?” Mick proposed. He was only saying that to make himself feel better. That, and maybe he was convincing himself that their night out was just a best friend to best friend kind of hangout. Not a date.

Nobody knew that they were dating with the exception of their families, as far as they knew. They decided to keep themselves silent about it to their peers, not wanting to see them slip up and compromise the relationship that Mick wanted to keep a secret.

So Mick was trying to convince himself that no, Arthur Leclerc wasn’t taking Barbie on a date. And no, Arthur was just a boy best friend only— he wasn’t crushing on Barbie.

“You’re such a fashion critique,” Barbie replied with a grin, “have you ever considered joining Bel on one of her fashion weeks? You’d do so much more talking than I would.”

“I dress better than him.”

“Alright quit sizing him up, he isn’t here,” Barbie giggled, flattening out the crease on his shirt as she continued, “You— enjoy your night out with Estie and Charles, yes? And I will see you in about… few hours?”

Mick sighed, slumping against her shorter figure as he said, “I really do not want to go out.”

“Same here, best friend,” Mick heard her murmur with his head resting against her neck. Then his lips began to press kisses against her perfumed neck as she pushed him off with a giggle, “Alright, stop feeling me up Mick— you’re not gonna get away from your night out—“

“Ugh,” he groaned, stomping his foot down petulantly before he pouted. “Stupid friends. I’m gonna see them in a week anyways— why do I have to see them over the break?”

“Because they love you so much they’re more than willing to see your insufferable ass over the break?” She raised a brow before her mouth curled into a grin.

Mick let out a strangled and baffled noise as Barbie giggled and said, “I’m kidding. They’re still your friends, love.”

“And? So are you? Why couldn’t they just invite you?”

A ping on her phone echoed inside the bedroom as she sighed, picking up her phone to look at the notification before she looked back at her boyfriend. “Art’s here. Besides, you’ve your friends— I’ve mine. We might’ve been thick as thieves but you still had your friends. I didn’t have any— Arthur was kind enough to pity me no?”

Before Mick could even protest, she already held his face and pressed a kiss on his lips. “See you later, mahal. Enjoy your time with the boys. Don’t drink and drive.”

Then she was gone, leaving him alone as he pouted continuously. He muttered to himself, “I’ll see you, liebe.”

But the truth was Barbie was right; throughout her life as Sebastian’s foster daughter she never had any friends who stayed. Mick and Gina Schumacher were her friends and those two only. Everyone rooted for Mick and Barbie because they were always together; they were the constant ones. Barbie never had any friends that weren’t Mick’s, so Arthur was a change in her life that she welcomed with open arms.

So really, Mick shouldn’t be complaining about her hanging out with other people when he does it every time he’s away from her. He had more options, she didn’t.

“I’m gonna stab you with a fork and you’re just gonna hope for the best if you say that aloud one more time. I swear to you, Leclerc.”

“That what? That you and Mi—“

“Sh~ Art, shut up,” Barbie hissed louder than expected, earning the attention of the people around them as her face flushed red. When they turned back to mind their business, Barbie glowered at Arthur. “If you’re trying to get an answer then you better hush.”

“Fine, I’ll be quiet,” Arthur Leclerc had been twirling the pasta in his plate for a minute straight now, eating it before he leaned over and quietly asked Barbie, “How long have you two been dating?”

“…February.”

“Fucking Feb— oh, mon cœur,” Arthur sighed dramatically, “and I was not even told? Did Charles know? Who else knows?”

“Seb and Gina… literally our families only,” Barbie slumped on her seat, “no, Charles doesn’t know. I intend to keep it that way. Or at least Mick wants to keep it that way.”

What? Even Arthur knew how whipped Mick was for Barbie so why was he hiding Barbie away now? When Barbie saw this look on Arthur’s face all she could say was, “I dunno. I wasn’t told why either. You know I don’t like asking.”

“You should start asking, though, Barbie because how will you know?” Arthur asked. But the last part of his reply had him wondering. How would Mick prove himself to be happy with loving Barbie?

Now this may seem silly or dumb but Arthur might have thought of something. Maybe it would work but who knows.

All he wanted was for Mick to show that he loved Arthur’s best friend as the German driver portrayed back when people only saw him and Barbie as best friends. Forget about Barbie doing everything, maybe this is the time a Ken named Mick Schumacher could do something for once.

Charles: I didn’t know your best friend is coming to Zandvoort?

Mick: She’s in Amsterdam right now, yeah. Why?

Charles: Nothing. I thought you made a move for once but it turns out I’m wrong.

Mick: Wdym?

Charles: Fast Lane Daily and other news sites are running a story about her and my brother right now in Amsterdam. Did you see his IG story too?

Charles: I’m rooting for you two but like this is letting me down tbh

BARBIE AND MICK? No, Arthur Leclerc!

“Barbie Blanco Vettel is a catch indeed, so who’s the lucky Monegasque seeker?”

ARTHUR LECLERC and BARBIE BLANCO are seen hanging out days before the Zandvoort race. Could this be the beginning of an iconic couple in the grid?

“With Sebastian Vettel’s daughter — your best friend Barbie Blanco attending the race week, will we see her in the Mercedes garage?” The reporter asked Mick as he stood there at the media pen. Mick’s smile fell flat when the reporter continued with, “Or will we see her at the Ferrari with what everyone thinks to be her boyfriend, Arthur Leclerc?”

Ugh.

But his smile showed as he answered as nicely as one could, “Oh, no. That’s the thing about Barbie— she doesn’t have favourite teams. She has favourite drivers and with her being my guest — I’m certain you’ll see her around our paddock area, the garage maybe— hell, I might just have the Mercedes social media account post a lot of videos of her.”

“So why haven’t you posted photos of her lately? Does it perhaps have anything to do with the youngest Leclerc being involved with her?”

In the next hour, the Mercedes media team had posted every single clip they had of Barbie, donning the number 47 in her Merc shirt, and Mick talking as they discussed the car and their day — but their conversations were muted and some stupid TikTok sounds were playing in the background. They even posted a video of the duo talking to Sebastian and his son Kimi over a FaceTime call.

Then the Ferrari Driving Academy — per Arthur’s request — posted some videos of him and Barbie messing about at the garage with Ollie. He somehow managed to rope Ollie and their media team into making a TikTok with Barbie’s Merc hat being replaced by a FDA one — WITH ARTHUR’S NUMBER ON IT.

Everyone in the grid had seen it before Arthur’s older brother even did. Even Charles was taking the piss from Arthur’s antics. He was rooting for Mick to finally win the girl over and his brother was out here trying to be as slick as one could be to Barbie.

Charles Leclerc knew that he was more than willing to strangle his own brother on behalf of Mick Schumacher.

Mick was the bigger man on certain occasions (God hadn’t made him the smaller man in every part of his being either), so he couldn’t understand why he wanted to be petty about his relationship with Barbie to Arthur. He was what everyone called a golden retriever— always friendly and all that. But sometimes he wished he was like Roscoe. Intimidating, sure, but he’s a softie. He just wanted to scare any men off as they try to scamper towards Barbie.

The phrases Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss never sounded so good until this season. He wanted to follow the mantra with the exception of the first part. He wanted to gatekeep so bad, but being a Mercedes driver opened his world to the public even more. Now he couldn’t even keep Barbie to himself.

He was certainly delighted to see her excited face when she arrived in the Mercedes area during the free practice day, though. It was safe to say that Arthur hadn’t done anything stupid just yet.

Barbie became a familiar face in the paddock as she remained Mick’s guest. She was starting her final year of culinary school in September and all she wanted was to watch him race in person for the last time before heading back to Switzerland. She wasn’t due to see him race again until Abu Dhabi.

Now, Mick saw her more often as they lived ten minutes apart in Switzerland. But there was just something about her attending the races that had him going. He wasn’t a people pleaser— he was a Barbie pleaser. He lived to make her proud just as he was proud of her multi-talented nature. So he wanted to make the Dutch GP something that she’d be proud about. As if he hadn’t been earning points with his Mercedes vehicle every race.

Then Barbie opened her mouth about her trip with Arthur when they were in Amsterdam. Mick loved listening to her rambling about what she’d gotten Seb and Bel’s son Kimi, indeed, but when Arthur’s name slipped out of her mouth his smile faltered for a moment. It was an expression that Barbie missed while she continued to babble about what else she had gotten from Amsterdam.

Mick didn’t have to feel extremely foul after coping from the story that Arthur posted days ago with her being in it. Arthur never posted as much as he did of her before, so there was something going on. Mick just couldn’t point his finger on it. It was annoying him to no end.

It didn’t help that the younger Monegasque came stopping by at the Mercedes garage with a grin while he stood on his electric scooter. Arthur’s grin widened even more when he saw Mick before he looked back at his girl best friend and greeted her, “Not tired of me, yet?”

Mick certainly was.

“Eh, kinda,” Barbie joked, still standing next to Mick’s car while the driver sat there with an annoyed expression. Barbie still couldn’t see it.

“So not fully,” Arthur hummed as if he thought of it thoroughly before he suggested, “Y’wanna ride around the track before FP1?”

Mick’s jaw slacked at the suggestion, baffled that Arthur — that ANYONE — had the audacity to even say that in front of him. To Barbie!

But then he remembered that she didn’t have a friend besides Arthur. THAT and nobody knew they were dating. So he couldn’t exactly protest.

Arthur’s grin meant a lot more than a friendly gesture. It was a shit-eating grin and Mick was at the receiving end of it. He couldn’t even say anything that’ll aggravate anyone.

God, Charles’ offer to give Arthur some hell was starting to sound like a good deal.

“I don’t have any scooter,” she told him, not even noticing the glare that Mick held while Arthur continued to smile like a piece of shit.

The Monegasque hopped off the scooter and said, “I’ll just borrow Ollie’s. I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind, would he?” But he was looking at Mick.

Mick’s glare disappeared for a moment when Barbie turned to him and asked, “I’ll take a lap or two at the track, if that’s okay?”

His annoyed expression dissipated quickly while Arthur grinned at the sudden shift in Mick’s emotion as he encouraged Barbie softly, “Yeah okay. Careful, alright?”

“Thanks, Schums,” Barbie grinned before she ran towards the scooter that Arthur parked. She was too excited to ride the scooter that she didn’t notice Mick glaring at Arthur.

Arthur saw it though, and all he did was raise a thumb and winked. “Don’t worry, Mick, I’ll return her to you in one piece. She’ll have a fun time.” Then he ran after Barbie who already got a head start towards the Ferrari garage.

Mick huffed and asked his manager about his phone. When he finally got his hands on it, he immediately texted Charles.

Mick: Your brother is a prat.

Charles: I’m gonna pretend that that's news to me. What did the boy do now?

Mick: He’s an asshole. I love him but he’s cooking up something Charles.

Charles: Yeah, welcome to the club. I can still do something just lmk

Charles: Oi, where did you take Barbie again? And why are you being you?

Arthur: Wha? I’m just taking her on a quick trip around the track.

Charles: You do know that Mick likes her right? No like LOVE LOVES her

Arthur: Oh I know Shal :)

Arthur: Sure, Barbie can do anything— but maybe it’s time Ken does something too?

Charles: Stop being so cryptic and get her back to the garage safely, idiot. FP1 is starting soon.

“I’m actually gonna rip my own eardrums off if I hear his name one more time, oh my god.”

Esteban Ocon and Lance Stroll exchanged looks as they just witnessed Mick Schumacher’s first breakdown of the season. It was not just any regular on the track related breakdown — seeing as he was slumped down on the table with his blue eyes hiding away from everyone, his head resting over his forearms while he continued to wear his race suit. He hadn’t taken off his race suit and unlike the others, and clearly whatever the hell was going on with him it wasn’t racing related.

“Who?”

“That other Leclerc guy,” Mick muttered while he kept his head down.

“Does this have something to do with what’s been going around about Barbie and Art—“

“Yes, Lance! Say his name one more time,” Mick exclaimed, rolling his eyes in the process. Lance scoffed at the attitude being given to him, making Mick quietly murmur, “Sorry. Yeah it’s about that.”

“What about it?” Esteban asked as he bit on his granola bar, “Barbie and Arthur are friends, no?”

“And that’s the thing,” Mick said exasperatedly, “they are friends. Just friends— they’re not a thing.”

“Why are you so obsessed about that,” Lance asked genuinely, “it’s not like you two are a thing anyways. They can date if they feel like it. Arthur can woo her as much as he’d like as long as she permits him.”

Mick looked defeated, pouting slightly as he kept his head down. Yeah. He had nothing to say anymore. He was done ranting.

But Esteban wouldn’t live that down. Mick’s reaction. It was as if the blond guy had something more to say but chose to keep his mouth shut. “Ah, so you fucked up, Mick?”

Lance’s eyes widened at Esteban’s claim as Mick looked at the Frenchman with a questioning expression. Esteban continued to interrogate the man in question, “Mick, why haven’t you posted anything about Barbie since… I dunno… since Imola?”

“I- what?”

Lance, seemingly amused by Esteban’s words, had also given his input, “And why isn’t she here with us…? Why are you way too far from her right now, Mick?”

“It’s obvious you have a crush on her. That's why she was sticking with you most of the time and you’ve posted your photos and hers all the time. So,” Esteban leaned over and stared directly at Mick’s eyes. “Why is she with Arthur Leclerc?”

“I’m keeping my mouth shut,” Mick leaned back, but Lance too had gotten into the interrogation as he offered an idea.

“Have you two fallen off?”

“No? What made you think that? She’s still my guest no?”

“Is she dating Arthur?”

“No,” Mick scoffed, “she would’ve told me otherwise.”

“Do you think she’s dating Arthur?”

“No,” Mick answered.

“Do you want her to date Arthur?” That was the final nail in the coffin.

“What- no! Guys for fuck’s sake! She’s my girlfriend!”

“AHA!” Mick’s claim might’ve been quiet enough for the two to hear but Lance and Esteban’s reactions were the opposite. Lance accidentally banged his knee against the table and Esteban stood and pointed at Mick, catching the attention of everyone inside the paddock area.

Mick swore that he was being selfish and he was planning to do it until everything dies down. But even he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut because of some guy named Arthur Leclerc. He was spiraling.

Esteban sat back down and asked, “So why aren’t you posting her more than you should’ve now?”

“Does it matter? We both love each other and nobody needs to get into our business like that,” Mick muttered bitterly. “Our families are already after our asses about it before we even made things official.”

“Yeah but have you asked Barbie how she felt about that?” Lance counteracted before he pointed out, “Sure she agreed to keep it private. But you two— literally just before all of that, when Seb was still driving— she’d be trailing after you and you’d have your arms wrapped where friends shouldn’t be wrapping it around on. Now she’s not even getting all of that from you. The closest thing she’s gotten was a paddock pass.”

Their words sat with him throughout the weekend, but he never let it bother Barbie as he cuddled with her that night and the night before the race.

He was outspoken when it came to Barbie. He absolutely loved her. But there was just something about keeping his relationship a secret that immediately became the norm. Everyone knew how in love he was with her, but to say it aloud all while they were in a relationship? It’s like he didn’t like the change when they finally became a couple. He was so used to being in love with her that he didn’t care about the labels. It was as if their relationship was already established from the beginning they didn’t need to say it aloud.

But the thing was that he needed to say it aloud. It was eating her alive regardless if Mick never saw it on her face. Everyone saw what he didn’t see. Maybe Arthur saw that too and was giving her the love she so deserved.

Maybe it was time he showed it to the world as he normally did back before they even became a thing. He wanted normality right? Perhaps, this was it. He should go back to normal — with the exception of them being labelled as a couple rather than best friends.

Mick was in P1 and he was sulking. He was fucking sulking because he just found another photo of Barbie arriving at the same club as he was in now with Arthur.

This was what he didn’t like about being in a secret relationship while he kept getting podiums — and being a winner. You couldn’t even celebrate your win properly because you’ve decided to hide her away from everyone.

Her black Oscar de la Renta dress didn’t do her beauty some justice. No matter how expensive it was, her face was exquisite enough to outdo her clothes. She held a single piece of rose on her hand and handed it to Mick with a sheepish smile. It was a way to congratulate him without having to be intimate in front of other people.

But this past few weeks itself was insane. He didn’t even want a rose. He just wanted her and her genuine smile. It was his fault for wanting to keep their relationship a secret.

An hour or two passed and Mick decided that it was time to head home. During his celebration he drank as much as Barbie did, happy to see her get wild. But the one that had him wishing he’d gone to celebrate in their hotel room was the way she danced wildly with Arthur as they had both gotten loose throughout the night.

It was fairly quiet outside the club, signalling that the two of them had enough privacy to wait for their lift outside the venue.

They were both too touchy feely to even be in public, but when Barbie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to express how proud she was of him and how happy she was to see him win — no matter how much she ached to hold him after he got out of the car but resorted to hiding away to his drivers room — he couldn’t help but press his lips against hers and devoured the love that she gave him.

The next morning, Barbie had woken up witnessing him scroll through his gallery album full of their photos together.

“Morning, liebe. Which ones do you think look good?” Mick asked her without missing a beat, turning his screen to her direction.

“They all look nice. I can’t pick anything for wallpaper,” Barbie muttered as she wished to fall back asleep.

But it seemed like Mick had another plan, “It’s not for a wallpaper. I’m trying to post a dump photo of us on Instagram.”

Her eyes widened at the announcement as she turned to her side, giving him an incredulous expression. He smiled meekly, “Yeah… they were all blowing up my Twitter because they caught us making out—“

“What—“

“In public.”

“What? And you’re just posting photos of us to add more fuel to the fire?” Barbie shrieked, letting out a noise. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Esteban and Lance were right about being stupid for keeping you a secret,” Mick murmured guiltily. “I’ve shown some symptoms of being too in love with you before, so why can’t I do the same thing now that we’re actually together?”

“I hope it didn’t make you think that I was ashamed of you,” Mick continued, putting his phone down to turn to her direction, his hand reaching to spontaneously comfort her. “If anything I’m just trying to get them to mind their business.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Barbie huffed out, “you weren’t wrong about keeping it private.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t right to just pretend you aren’t something more to me,” Mick pressed a kiss on her forehead. “So I’ll be as proud as I can be of you. I don’t care if it’s public or private — I’ll be yours as long as you’re mine. Yes?”

Arthur: Did Mick finally spill?

Arthur: Fucking finally. I was ready to expose him on your behalf tbh.

fin.

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kairiscorner · 11 months

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since the barbie movie brainrot is getting to me, have some

ben reilly x reader headcanons (when you go to watch the barbie movie)

btw spoilers for the barbie movie under the cut !!

when you came up to him, asking him if he'd like to watch the barbie movie with you, he'd perk up a little from his 'moping pillar' and think about it, but he'd go back to facing it while telling you, "i got no time to watch some silly dolls movie, babe... i have real things to do and think about, not watch a bunch of dolls come to life."

you'd nod sarcastically and tease him about wanting to see it for ryan gosling because "blonde himbo men are your type", you'd say while side eyeing him with a sly smile as he perks up at those first three words.

"o-on second thought... i'm your blond himbo men. i'll go, but not because you asked me to."

he'd grumble a little and ask what's so good about the barbie movie, and you'd argue, "because it's barbie!" and he'd groan as he stomps his feet and trudges behind you, grumbling, "oh please, you just wanna see it for ryan gosling, i'm already right here for you, babe."

as you two are watching the first few minutes of the movie, by the time you get to the first song, HE'D BE VIBING ALONG AND SWINGING HIS HEAD TO THE MUSIC

"you're vibing" "huh? no, no, i... i'm shifting in my seat, is all" "but you're smiling and swaying to the beat" "i just have a major itch in my butt right now, okay, babe?" "sureeeee"

the minute you saw ryan gosling in the beach scene and feigned simping over him, like shielding your eyes from him as you smiled widely, or fanned yourself and muttered some words under your breath, he'd watch you and fold his arms in front of his chest and scoff.

"i can do that, i have more abs than he does, watch," he says as he readies to take his hoodie thing off him, BUT YOU STOP HIM IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE IN A PUBLIC THEATER

"i just wanna prove to you he's got nothing on me! you don't need a ken, you have a ben! me! i'm your ben!" he says as his voice rises a little, irritating the people around you two, and you have never been more embarrassed in your entire life 😭😭😭

"okay, okay, you have lovely abs, benny, now keep them under your hoo--" "so you like me more than ken?" "...yes, i like you more than ke--" "do you love me more than ken?" "of course!" "well, kiss me to prove it. come on, babe." you sighed, shook your head, and he keeps pestering you for kisses, but you cover his face with your hand as he puckers up and leans closer towards you :>

IN THE SCENE WHERE KEN IS ONLY HAVING A GOOD DAY WHEN BARBIE NOTICES HIM, YOU LAUGH A LITTLE BECAUSE THAT SCENE IS ALL TOO FAMILIAR TO YOUUUUU

"why's it funny?" "oh, nothing, nothing, it's just... i know that all too well." "what do you mean, you don't know any kens, do you know any kens? i'll challenge them to a flex off." "no, benny, i don't know any kens." "well good, because i'm sure if you knew any, they'd--" "hush now, the movie's getting good." "dammit, you like ryan gosling more than me." (he says that as he puts his hoodie up and pulls the drawstrings and crosses his arms over his chest LMAO)

AND IN THE SCENE WHERE KEN TRIES TO KISS BARBIE BUT DOESN'T ACTUALLY KISS HER AND PULLS AWAY SATISFIED, YOU CHUCKLE AND LOOK AT BEN, AND HE LOOKS AT YOU, "why's that funny?" "because you used to do that when you were asking me out, remember?" (he does not remember, or pretends not to) "well i always get a kiss in the end, unlike ken over here. what a crappy name, anyway." "it's close to yours." "hey! leave my name out of this, hmph... ben's the best name in the world. second to yours, of course--" "hmm?" "nothing!"

during that one scene where ken's wearing the long sleeved clothing that said something along the lines of "i'm kenough", he'd be tearing up during the context of that scene and mumbles, "i'm benough..." "that you are, benny. you are benough."

out of the two of you, ben would come out crying, but he'd mask it as his usual brooding state and claim he just had some dust in his eyes. "in a theater?" "y-yeah... the pink p... powder fr-from the p-p-popcorn ente... red my e-eyes." "benny, it's completely okay to cry... like how barbie told ken..." you'd tell him as you hold his arm and caress his bicep, AND HE LETS OUT ALL HIS PENT UP EMOTIONS AND SADNESS ON YOU FROM THE MOVIE RIGHT THEN AND THERE, GUSHING ABOUT HOW HAPPY HE WAS FOR KEN FINDING WHO HE WAS WITHOUT BARBIE AND HOW BARBIE BECAME HUMAN.......

he loved it. and bought a barbie doll that looked like you, and you bought a ken doll that looked like him to match :>

a/n: i have so much more for him in store I SWEAR

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara

#ben reilly #ben reilly x reader #the barbie movie #barbie #ben reilly fluff #ben reilly headcanons #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #the barbie movie spoilers #greta gerwig

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dranna · 8 months

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Movie Night with Ken

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Warnings: fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: Ken planned a special night to watch a horsey movie with you. But when emotions starts bubbling up due to the film, he gets insecure.

a/n: I watched this movie for the first time a few days ago, and I fell in love with this silly. (I'm still practising writing and english is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes) ((lowkey nervous posting this ))

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom

Moon was shining,

Stars were singing,

All the clouds went sleeping.

It was a quiet evening,

Notley as quiet as Los Angeles can be,

When Ken was busy arranging things,

He thought were important for his doings.

You two were in your home,

That Ken called Dojo Mojo.

You still remembered the time,

Caughting him red handed as he tried,

To hide something from your sight.

“What you got there dear?”

“I-it’s nothing..

It’s stupid really haha..”

— as he moved,

You saw a picture of—

“Horses?

Is that what you tried to hide from me? “

“ … yes.”

“ Oh you silly!

Come,

Tell me about them, everything.”

“ Really?!”

— And with that,

He started telling you all things,

About horse riding and races,

While you let him to put,

That beloved picture on the wall.

Right now as he was organising your Dojo,

He looked at the canvas many times,

As if collecting confidence from its sight.

He checked everything twice,

Because he wanted to make everything perfectly fine.

You were waiting patiently in the kitchen,

Stealing secret looks towards that working man.

After he found everything flawless,

He escorted you in your bedchamber,

The room was casted with a pinkish light,

Burning candles on the bedsides.

“My idea was.. I thought,

That we can watch,

The horse movie together,

Spirit: the Stallion of the Cinnamon!”

“It’s Cimarron”

— You laughed,

As you saw him all so excited.

Standing on tiptoes,

And taking a breath,

You kissed his little face,

That made his cheeks scarlety red.

“So it’s a sleepover?”

“Yes”

— with your reply,

He punched the air,

Jumping up and down in a merry way.

“Sublime!”

The two of you were on the bed,

That Ken insisted to be decorated with pinkness,

Buried under pillow forts and blankets,

Flushed together in sweetness.

There wasn’t a quiet minute,

Because Ken was talking horse facts,

And exhale his delights and surprises.

How you loved to see him that way,

Comfortable and talkative!

You could’ve listen to his silly little things for hours,

So you can see his adorable smile,

Accompanied with giggles,

Which were music in the night.

The movie was progressing,

So as the plot,

And you noticed a silence that covered you both,

As the end credits rolled you turned,

To see what’s wrong.

He sank deeper into the soft covers,

Turning away from you,

“Ken?”

— You called softly his name,

Resulting in him sinking even further away,

Something is wrong,

But what?

So you gently touched,

His carved shoulders.

If it wasn’t for the contract you would never know,

But shivers were running through,

His perfect beach-ready form.

“What’s the matter?

I thought the movie wasn’t that bad!”

“ He got free.. after all the h-hardships,

And ..found l-love!

Someone who ap-ppreciates him—“

A sudden sob cut him short,

Making him turn away even more,

“Ken, there is nothing wrong with crying.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do”

—With that ,

You pulled him up from the deep Bluness,

Tugging him into a cosy embrace,

Filling his chest with warmness.

Silly silly Ken thought,

That showing “weakness”,

Would resort,

You realising he isn’t Kenough,

That he is a pathetic, unworthy doll,

And would be yet again left alone,

In the footsteps of yours.

Of course,

You would never leave this cutie pie behind,

You only want to see him shine.

With your arms around his hot body,

And the praises from your lips,

He finally started to relax and let,

His emotions to wash over his head,

With teary puppy eyes,

He started to tell headcanons of his mind.

With your blooming love,

You two were a peaceful island among,

The noisy streets and haste,

Where only the night sky,

Could hear Ken’s movie ideas.

He just talked and talked until he felt,

The magical visit of dreamland.

Sleep came and hid you both,

Under that horsy picture,

Which watched over you two.

#ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #barbie 2023 #ken x you #ken x y/n #barbie ken #ryan gosling!ken #ken fic #ken fluff #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #ao3 #ken #ken barbie #fluff

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kohyuuu · 2 months

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this was an idea i came up with last year but i didn’t really wanna finish this 😭

margot robbie and greta gerwig’s barbie the movie

i’ve finally found you

(beach) ken x gn! reader / ken x weird barbie (kinda)

pairing: romantic 🥴

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synopsis:

a while after kendom was destroyed and all of barbie land was in brainwashed and back in control, beach ken, including all of the other kens involved, apologized to the dolls they’ve hurt and brainwashed.

ken realizes that he’s becoming human. from a thumping heart, to sweat, to anxiety, his new feelings were similar to barbie’s.

he makes a difficult decision, to leave barbie land for good and to become human permanently, eventually arriving during the sunset hours of venice beach, skating in his kenough hoodie until he bumps into you.

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after kendom had fallen, the barbies won and all of barbie land was restored. beach ken, and the other kens made a live apology to all of the dolls they had hurt and brainwashed during the reign of kendom.

days after that, beach ken was back to being just.. ken. he was back to having no power like any other ken, with his job only being “beach”.

he was at barbie land’s beach, all alone. sitting on the sand. ken breathed in and out slowly. he put a hand on his beating ch- wait, beating chest?

ken felt a strange feeling in his chest, a feeling where something was beating inside of him. it was a heart. ken comes to a realization that he’s becoming human..

he revisits memory lane for a second, thinking back to all those times in the real world when he was with barbie, before SHE went to the real world and permanently became human herself.

that’s pretty much it LOL

#barbie the movie #beach!ken x gn reader #weirdbarbie x beach!ken #human gn reader #unfinished LOL #probably won’t ever finish #written by kohhh

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askthechronoverse · 18 days

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Stylist Barbie ruffled Kit's messy hair and her hand jostled the horn headband. "Oh! How did I not see this before? That's a unicorn horn! You must be a magical Barbie! Maybe a Dreamtopia princess?" She clapped her hands. "Yes! I think I'm getting a better idea now! I do wonder how your wild side fits in. Dreamtopia Barbies are usually more gentle than you feel." She tapped her feet and pouted. There was less of a bounce in her step as Barbie concentrated.

"Barbie?" One of the other Barbies waved from the spot closest to the door. Stylist Barbie wasn't paying enough attention to notice.

"Hmm… Maybe… Do you like the color pink?" She hopped over to the box and began to dig through it again.

"Barbie?" A second Barbie chimed in with the first one. Stylist Barbie emerged from the box holding a tiny silver crown that was intricately decorated with tiny pink jewels, the one in the center being a large purple heart.

"Princess Unicorn Barbie! That's what you are on the inside!" She placed the crown on Kit's head. "You never see that! Usually, you see a Princess Barbie and they get a unicorn. But you are the unicorn! That's so exciting!" Stylist Barbie's arms were now a blur of pink as she worked, ignoring the growing chorus of her name being called. She pulled away and Kit was now in a poofy pink dress. Her horn was now caked in glitter with her hair tamed. When Stylist Barbie's back was turned to grab the hand mirror, her cowlick popped back to the surface. A shadow in the doorway made her pause. Kit used the pause to take a selfie of her sparkly look on her dad’s phone. She stuck out her tongue in the photo when she got a good look at what would have been her reflection if any of the mirrors were real.

"Hi, Barbie." The figure in shadow stepped into the salon.

"Oh! Beach Ken. Hi." Stylist Barbie fumbled with the hand mirror. She could barely make eye contact with the blonde man before her.

"I want to see if I can help you this time." Ken adjusted his hoodie, a fluffy tie dye Sherpa hoodie with the words "I am Kenough" on the chest. "You helped me after the whole… thing."

"Ken, I appreciate the offer," was all Stylist Barbie said. Her eyes lit up after a moment. "Maybe you can show our new friends around!" She gestured to Kit and Charmy. "I'm sure they need to head to their dream houses soon to make it look all their own!" She gently picked the two up and put them into Ken's hands. "Good luck, Princess Unicorn Barbie and Adventure Barbie!"

"OK! I'll give them a great tour! Call me Tour Guide Ken!" Ken called after Stylist Barbie as he, Charmy and Kit were just about pushed out the door by the stylist.

"Thank you!" The door was closed forcefully behind them. Kit and Charmy turned to Vito and Bellamy, who had just caught up with Ken and joined them in Ken's hands. Vito held out the relic detector, which was screaming in Ken's direction.

"Okay, Barbie and Barbie and… your friends. Its probably a super big and scary place for you, but Barbieland is totally rad and getting better all the time. As Stylist Barbie already told you, my name is Ken." He glanced at the relic detector, confusion palpable around him. “Your box is incredibly loud, bro.”

"We… we aren't actually named Barbie." Kit put her phone away in her bag as she spoke to the man. "I'm Kit. My friends are Charmy, Bellamy, and Vito." She gestured to each of her companions in turn.

"Are all of you from The Real World?" He whispered. There was a subconscious level of longing when he asked this question. “Is that why you have a loud box? I don't remember humans being so small, though. “

"I don't know what that is." Kit tilted her head. "I will say that we aren't from around here, somewhere far away." She decided to avoid answering the questions about the relic detector for now.

"There are places further than the Real World?" Vito used the distraction of Ken talking to Kit to scan around the older man, seeing if he could find the foundation element by sight.

"There are a lot of places, I think. We're new to traveling outside of our world ourselves, so we're learning how big things really are." She paused. "I feel like Stylist Barbie didn't want you in her salon. Are you okay?"

"Oh she always acts like that. It could be because I'm a Ken without a Barbie. Our world has been changing and I think it takes time to get used to changes like that." His smile never faded, but he did sound a little heartbroken.

"You don't sound okay. Do you want to sit down somewhere? Is there anything you need?" Kit spoke softly now, like her dad did when she was upset.

"I just need to-" He stopped when Vito reached out to scan some large yellow rollerskates that were tied to his belt loop. "Hey! Are you trying to take my roller skates? I can't believe everyone wants my skates. I know they're really cool and match any outfit, but get your own!"

"Someone was trying to steal your roller skates before?" Kit's voice remains perfectly calm, as she hoped it would calm the older man down.

"Yeah. Some tiny guy in a big heavy cape asked me for my roller skates the other day. He tried to pull them out of my hands but he was too small! I ra… I mean… I beached him off until he got out of my face!" He looked very proud of himself, completely ignoring the confused looks from the teenagers that sat in his hand.

"Did you see his face?" Vito asked, trying once more to scan the skates. Ken pulled the skates closer to him with his free hand. Bellamy shook their head and started flying everyone onto Ken's shoulder.

"No. He had a hood over his head. He said he was coming back for them. I hope he doesn't, because I'm not getting rid of them." He kept the skates close to his chest.

"We can keep them away from the guy in the hood, if you want." Kit gave a small, disarming smile. "I know we just met, but I hope you can trust us? Believe me when I say that those skates are very important." She gave her sweater wearing cousin a questioning look and got a nod from him in reply.

"Of course they're important!" Ken continued to keep his eyes on Vito as Bellamy picked him up to put him with the others. "They're important to me. I never go anywhere without them." Kit kept her gentle smile.

"Maybe you can just come with us. Are you busy around here?"

"No. I don't really have a thing anymore and I'm trying to find what I'm good at. It's got to be more than "beach", right?" Ken shrugged.

"Wait. What do you mean by that?" Charmy finally spoke up. "How can your job just be "beach"?"

"That's just how things worked in Barbieland. At least, before Barbie left and before I discovered the horseless patriarchy." There was a deep and profound disappointment when he spoke the phrase "horseless patriarchy". "My job has always been "beach". But I'll let you in on a secret." He whispered conspiratorially. "I think "beach" isn't a real job." It was so quiet among the five of them, you could hear a pin drop.

"I mean… you could be right?" Charmy shrugged. "If you come with us, you might be able to find your thing. If that's what you wanted to do, anyway."

"Well… the last time I went on a trip, I don't think it really ended well. But at the same time, it did help the other Kens. Weird Barbie did say I should help other Barbies. I think I-!" Before Ken could finish his thoughts, the sound of gasping caused him to turn around.

Behind them was a figure, similar to the one that Ken had described. His face was completely covered in the shadow of his hood. The only feature of his head that could be seen was a long curl of what Kit could assume to be hair, but it looked like a galaxy was leaking out of his head like smoke out of a chimney. The parts of his body that could be seen that weren't blocked by his cape, chest plate, or the skirt-like cloth that covered his thighs had a similar trapped universe with the occasional cracks that clouded the view with bottle green crystal. He leaned on a staff that made Kit think of a multi-hole bubble wand. He walked over to the five and wordlessly pointed his staff at Ken.

"What do you want?" Charmy asked, sliding off of Ken to go between the giant and the stranger. The being said nothing and pointed to Ken's roller skates. "He's not giving us that. What makes you think he's going to give that to you?" The being laughed, pointing the staff at her. He curved the claws on his hand into a fist, urging her to fight him. "Oh, it is so on." She tried to rush forward, but was held back by her brother, who had slid down after her.

"We don't know what he's capable of. I don't think fighting him is a good idea right now." Vito pulled her back by her dress hem as the stranger laughed again. He pointed to Kit as she and Bellamy landed next to Vito and made the same motion.

"Who are you?" She asked, taking a step closer. "Are you Lord Vortech?" The being straightened his staff, a threatening aura surrounding him. "Answer the question. What do we call you?" No reply was given. The being instead chose to pull out a gun from behind his cloak. Bellamy finally stepped in to block his advance.

"Nope. Ya ain't gettin' that weird guy's gigantic pastel blades." Bellamy smirked as they attempted to push the stranger aside. He moved out of the way, now closer to the skates than before. He had one skate in his claws until Bellamy chopped at his arm, which he pulled away in pain. "Come on! You wanted to fight so bad, fight back!" The being laughed one more time and lunged at Bellamy with his staff. The plant chimera attempted to kick the staff away, but the stranger used it to trip her up. He hit Bellamy with a flying press before they could register the attack was coming.

"Ken. Are you coming with us?" Kit's voice was desperate now. "You're going to want to make a decision before that guy makes it for you."

"I…" The gears stalling in his mind were audible. He looked around to see if he could find someone, anyone who could help him with his plight. A grin soon found its way across his face. "You know what? Why not?" He began to bolt in a direction that would take him to the furthest reaches of the land.

"Wait! Come back!" Kit flew after Ken, followed by Vito and Charmy. The stranger stopped fighting Bellamy long enough to notice the four leaving. He roared, saying nothing in particular as he rushed towards them. Bellamy tried to grab him, but missed by a small margin. He rushed dangerously close to Ken and Bellamy was having a hard time catching up to his speed. As the group headed towards the edge of Barbieland, a large blue swirling portal opened on the ground a few feet beyond. The stranger moved faster now, movement almost animalistic as he got closer to Ken and his roller skates.

"What's that thing?" Ken yelled as the portal took shape.

"I don't know!" Kit replied, looking behind her and gasping at how close the stranger was getting.

"But we should probably find out!" Charmy added, grabbing Kit's hand.

"What? You want us to go into that thing?" Ken slowed, which allowed the hooded stranger to catch up and attempt to aim his gun at the skates. He fired a few shots, but Bellamy tackling caused him to lose his aim completely. It hit Charmy’s fake backpack, which shrank and fell off her back. Only Bellamy noticed this as they pinned the stranger to the ground. He kicked the chimera off of him and aimed for the skates once again. Before Bellamy could react, the skates had been hit and shrunk to their size. The being managed to snag them as Ken ran through the portal.

“Cutting it close, aren't we?” They could feel the stranger’s cockiness as he dove into a portal of his own. Bellamy bellowed as she vaulted through the closing portal.

The five tumbled into an open space. Kit was the first to get up, dusting herself off as she did. She looked up and saw the Doctor, holding a saucer and a cup of tea. Her smile was warm, even as she glanced over to the additional member of the group.

"Hi there, Kit. You look like you could use a cuppa tea and a good sit down."

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