#barbie is my girlfriend. and ken is my boyfriend. and i have two hands they can hold

[frecklystars]

god im so excited for the Barbie movie today. I might be a bit tense while seeing my triggers on screen but honestly I’ve been doing so so so well handling my ptsd the last few weeks and I'm very proud of myself!!!!!

there’s a few triggers I’ve been actively working on reclaiming and I KNOW I’m going to be okay watching the movie bc I am not letting anybody take this from me. I know I’m gonna wanna see it more than once. I even bought myself a cute pink skirt for it ;w;

[b4b3tte]

KEN DATING YOU IN THE REAL WORLD!! <3

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Here are some Kenons of Ryan!Ken dating reader that is from the real world!

Contains of — How you and Ken met, How Ken is during a relationship, Love languages, And just basic “ girlfriend and boyfriend “ things

Pairing — Ryan!Gosling Ken X Fem!Reader

Note — bro I love this movie so much and I thought I would write for him!! After some Ken appreciation I’ll go back to writing for Wednesday and Rocky also guys REQUEST STUFF please keep me busy I’ll be updating my master list as well <3

Might be long sorry pookie

— MEETING

— let’s start off how you two met. You recently have moved to LA from Nevada to pursue your career of modeling, and of course you had no idea where anything is, you needed directions on where the nearest gas station is.

— the closest person near you was this attention-grabbing guy wearing a rather bold statement of an outfit, a black cowboy outfit with a pink bandanna tied around his neck, and oh before I forget a white cowboy hat 💀.

— people definitely don’t dress like that in Nevada but this is LA so this is probably normal you thought ( why?Idk ) so you asked the man

“ hi! Excuse me, do you know where the nearest gas station is, I just moved here so I’m not very familiar with the area! “

— Ken of course was very surprised, shocked,confused,happy and people might even say honored to be asked for DIRECTIONS by a women, it was a culture shock moment for him but was extremely happy to fulfill your question.

— big shocker, as handsome Ken was, he was no help, so you stop by the local police station for directions just to find him there again do you know why?no, but it worked out in your favor because I can say you two starting seeing each other more after that incident.

- you guys started seeing each other for a good month before he asked you out, I’m convinced he falls in love easily so it wasn’t long till he asked you if he can be your boyfriend and you best believe he was the happiest man on earth when you said yes

He was so hoping you weren’t like Barbie and just gonna friend zone him 😪

- ACTIONS

— now let’s get into how he behaves in a relationship, technically he was in one before you ( with Barbie ) but they never did girlfriend and boyfriend things and he didn’t felt or was treated like a boyfriend so to him, your guys relationship was his very first and was excited to make it your best one yet

- he is very new to this so excuse him if he is extremely clingy and overly affectionate with and towards you, you can say it’s just in his nature ( bro is literally a accessory Mattel’s words not mine )

- as for love languages he doesn’t really know much about them, he considers those love languages as just normal girlfriend and boyfriend things but when you tell him about it then he’ll understand it’s just a preferred way of showing love

- personally I think he will be big on public display of affection, he would love holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and would have no shame in doing so, he will be slighty disappiointed ( more like insecure) if YOU aren’t big on PDA as he is

- but if you are he will just be off the roof just excited that your as happy to touch him and he is to touch you. But it wasn’t always this easy, he was honestly kinda nervous to even touch you, being rejected so many times he didn’t want to expect the same treatment or make you uncomfortable

- how you two starting showing more physical intimacy it was during your first “ sleepover “ you guys were having a wonderful time but it finally came down to you guys sleeping, and of course the sleeping arrangements were you two in the same bed

- when you two laid down you guys were just sticks not moving or anything it was intensely awkward, it took you to make a move and hold his hand, obviously his cheeks turned into a light pink tint and looked at you instantly with love in his eyes

— it was an amazing feeling for him but he wanted more, he wanted to have you against his chest holding onto him, like hugging but he didn’t know the term in the real world it was just hugging to him

“ can I hug you? while laying down? “

— you obviously smile at the hugging part but you wanted nothing more than the same thing so you move much closer to him and hug him very tightly and say

“ this is what cuddling is “

— every since that day you guys were physically affectionate with each other and enjoyed every single minute of it, now Ken tries to hug, kiss and touch you everywhere now that you guys started getting more intimate ( wholesomely )

- while he is looking for a job he probably is a house husband for awhile, so before you go to work ken will probably write you sweet notes and put it in your lunch box or on the fridge, wherever he knows you’ll be able to read it

— LOVE LANGUAGES

physical touch

— as we establish he adores physical touch and he will always try to be in contact with you physically, he just loves the way your guys skin feel with each other and the emotional connection between you guys, it is something he will never ever get over

— Especially kisses. Wether it’s pecks on the lips or full blown passionate making out it makes him feel like on another world and extremely happy. While cuddling makes him feel soft, and comfortable and Just really relaxed within your vibe and touch

— one thing he does ( I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic ) is once you’ve fallen asleep he will just stare at you and move strands of hair out of your face just admiring you and wondering how lucky he is to be your Ken

Words of affirmations

— other than physical touch, I think words of affirmations is the way he likes being shown love, being shown praise is something that makes him feel delighted ( horny ) and overall important towards you, wether it’s a compliment or a genuine message you tell him, he will love and hold it dearly to his heart

— he would definitely verbally express his love for you, a lots of “i love you“ “you are so gorgeous“ “you are amazing“ “ you are doing a wonderful job “ and so much more, i believe he just wants you to know you are amazing and that he will always appreciate you

“ i love you y/n you are the best thing that has every happened to me and you’ve made me feel enough and important and I love you for that and you are like so cool “

— the first time you said I love you or something along the lines of that, bro literally gasps and is in shock because he never expected a you to say that to someone like him and it definitely has made his day ( more like his life )

Gift giving

— i think these would be the last on this list, when he does get a job, he would probably just buy anything horse related but knowing how obsessive he is, he is definitely a good listener and would know whenever you want or need something and definitely buy it in a heart beat

— but on rare occasions when you guys are out somewhere he will see small things like a leaf or a coin and literally give it to you because it either represents a feature of yours or just reminds you of him in some weird romantic way

— on the other hand he would love JUST LOVE and deeply cherish every single gift or thing you give him, no matter if you bought it, stole it, made it, found it he will love it, honestly he will love anything you even touch

— probably after your work or his work, he will buy you a little something and some flowers just to see a smile on your face, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him and will keeping doing anything to make or see you smile

Quality time

— i dont think he will view this as an act of love but just something you do on a daily, just being next to each other or just being in the same house makes him comfortable knowing you are just there with him

— however anytime you guys are doing something like sleepover activities he will love it, and make him feel appreciated knowing you want to do these things with him instead of your friends

— but if it’s simpler things like getting food,walking around,going to the mall he wouldn’t necessarily think to much on it during the moment but at night he will definitely look back at those wonderful times between you two and truly value the time you guys spend together

— DATES

— dates will definitely be something special between you guys even thought they are probably the average dates you see in the movies it is still cute and memorable for Ken since he hasn’t been able to experience something like that in Barbieland

- the dates with include some movie dates, getting ice cream or frozen yogurt, walking together to go get lunch, beach dates he will absolutely die seeing you in a bathing suit, going to the park to feed ducks, or just cuddling in bed watching movies

- as obviously as this is i probably still have to state this, his favorite date will definitely be anything beach related he loves the sun, playing volleyball, surfing, building sand castles seeing how the beach world is in the real world he does get slightly obsessed with it for awhile and is the only place he wants to be at for the summer

- but he will definitely listen to you and what dates YOU enjoy, he wants to make you happy and would want to do anything to maintain that happiness so he will go do activities that interest you or make you excited even if it isn’t his cup of tea, just as long he can go surfing after hehehe his rules not mine

— LAST ONE. PET NAMES

— for the first ones it is plain and simple, the obvious babe and baby, he will use both but I think he will use babe the most, it’s simple it’s casual just an everyday thing he can use but when he wakes up all tired and sleepy he will use

“ hmm good morning baby “

— when he discovers any pet names in any other languages that sound remotely cool and romantic to him be will throw them at you 24/7, like Mi Amor or Hermosa, it will take awhile for him to go back to babe and baby

— when you use pet names on him it will drive him absolutely insane, just hearing those words come out of your mouth makes him all giggly and excited but he will want to remind chill and cool about it but most of the time doesn’t succeed

— he loves the nicknames handsome, baby, and my love but when he hears how you refer him to other people he just goes into a state of shock he will fall face first when he hears you refer him as “ my man “ towards other people he just goes like “ AAAAAAA”

- he loves calling you pet names and he loves hearing you call him pet names it is and will always be the highlight of his morning,evening and night and he still gets giggly about it no Mather how many times you call him that

I Hope you guys enjoy this!!! I hope this wasn’t as cringe or bad grammar I really tried my best to get this Ken character down to a T so I really pray this suits him as a character and that it reminds you of Ken and that you enjoy! Let me know if i should make a part two or any other new topics or prompts for Ken, put it in my request box 🫶

[g4yforethan]

angel

pairing: ken x male!reader

summary: reader runs into ken who is immediately in love

warnings: kissing ig

a/n: this was rushed so my apologizes but i loved the new barbie movie sm so more ken content is on the way!

it was a regular day for you. well it was your day off so you had decided to spend the day at the beach. you grabbed your skateboard and a blanket and headed over to venice beach. while walking down the street, you noticed a man who seemed to be in 80s disco apparel and roller skating. you thought nothing of it as you have seen way worse in venice beach. he was alone and noticed you walking. “hey. hi there!” he yells at you and smiles. you smile back but give him a signal you are uninterested to talk. “hey man! i’m new here so do you think you could give me a few tips on how to survive here?” you laugh at his dramatic but quirky personality. “haha where are you from even?” “i’m from barbieland.” you look at him with confusion. “um…i’m sorry- wait did you just say…” “barbieland?” “yes. are you for real or are you just joking with me?” you didn’t know if he was okay mentally or had just smoken some weed but he did look like a real life ken. a very handsome ken. “yes i’m here because i wanted to give a shot at the real world” “well trust me the real world isn’t all rainbows and sunshine.”

“then i’m here to fix that! but first i’m feeling rather hungry. what do you usually eat?” “mhm i mean there’s a mcdoanlds up the road. we can check that out.” “yes let’s.” you notice him eyeing you the walk to the restaurant. like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and always felt like he wanted to say something to you but something in him told him not to say it. you two got to the mcdonald’s and ordered two cheeseburgers and fries. “so got a girlfriend or anything?” “aww why are you asking? you tryna take me out on date?” “well yes! i mean this is sorta like a date.” “i thought ken only went for barbie. not ken going for another ken.” “i mean in barbieland we’re pretty open to anything and right now i’m pretty open to the idea of the two of us going out.” you blushed and didn’t think ken would be so flirty with you. “haha this has been fun “ken” but i should probably get home. have fun in the real world.” “wait- i don’t know where to stay tonight. do you think i could spend the night with you?” you didn’t know whether to say yes or no but you gave in.

that night, you laid out several blankets and pillows on the couch for ken. “there you go. well goodnight ken.” “goodnight whatever your name is.” you laughed realized you never told ken your name. “i’m y/n ken. that’s my name.” “oh well goodnight y/n!” you smile at him and head back to your bedroom. you start to fall asleep until you hear a knock at your door. you open the door and it's ken. "oh hi ken! what is it?" "i'm sorry to bother you y/n but i can't quite fall asleep so i was thinking that maybe i could-well i- if i could sleep with you?" you're taken back by his request but saw his face which looked like he was begging for affection. "uhh yeah sure come on in" you made space for him in your bed and he faced your way, eyes locked on you. "why are you staring at me like that?" "i just think you're really handsome y/n. i guess you can say it’s love at first sight.” you cringe at his flirting but found it really cute. “aww well thank you so much ken. you’re a cute one too.” he laughs and blushes at your compliment. “can i give you a kiss?” you’re taken back by his question. “oh um i mean- yea sure.” he leans in for a kiss and kisses you on the lips. “wow you’re a really great kisser! you kiss better than barbie!” you laugh at his comment. you kiss again for a while, touching his biceps and shoulders. "so does that make us boyfriend and boyfriend?" ken asks you with a smile on his face. "maybe but we'll have to see." he gives a disappointed face but you smile and put his hand around your waist and his face on your neck. "goodnight ken." "goodnight y/n. i love you!" "love you too!"

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰Cowgiɾl Bɑɾbie! ɾeɑdeɾ x RG! Ken dɑting heɑdcɑnons꒱

⋆ w𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 631

⋆ g𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, SFW

⋆ a/n: not proofread!

ken lives in my head rent free rn- also this is my first writing in a long time so this might not be the best sorry-.

⋆ When he first saw you arriving to Barbie Land was with your beautiful sparkly horse.

⋆ He thought you looked so good on your outfit! He wanted to go and put on his cowboy outfit so bad.

⋆ One time, he saw your striking horse standing alone, no sight of you near it. He took the chance and waited for you there while petting your horse.

⋆ -“Well, hello there, Ken” you said while walking closer to him, giving him a bright smile.

⋆ - “Hi Barbie!” he said with his characteristically smile and excitement in his sweet voice, while still stroking your horse softly.

⋆ You took notice of that -“You like horses?”

⋆ -“Horses are AMAZING” he said even with more excitement.

⋆ -“I see” you laughed softly because of his attitude. 

⋆ He looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, like if they carried so much love and care.

⋆ And you had an idea then. -“Hey, would you like to go to my dream farm house, I got more horses there, and I could use so help to feed them all”.

⋆ He felt like if all his wishes had come true, or at least some of them.

⋆ He gladdly accepted, and so you got on your special horse and he sat behind you, hugging your waist.

⋆ You rode out of the city and got to a big farm with a stunning mansion and a big stable.

⋆ He finally had a real best day ever, before all he nedeed was a look from Stereotypical Barbie; but then when he met you, everything just felt even more right.

⋆ Months went by and the two of you become super really close. Every other Barbie, Ken and also Allan took quick notice of that.

⋆ You two had a thing going, at least you thought that. You knew, from what other Barbies and Allan told you, about Ken’s big crush on Stereo Barbie, but how she didn’t feel the same way. But did he keep having those feelings towards her?

⋆ Hopefully, when you were hanging out with Ken one day he asked you out, making all your worries go away.

⋆ The two of you were on a date he planned with all his heart, he wanted this to be THE perfect date. He told you to get Starry, your ultimate spacial horse, and guided the two of you to a super special location on the beach. After a while, with all of his courage asked you -“Would you like us to be girlfriend and boyfriend?” while closing his eyes and crossing his fingers. When you said yes, he asked for permission to kiss you, and you answered by graving him softly by his cheeks and giving him a sweet long kiss.

⋆ He plans the best dates ever. Picnics, horse rides together, beach days, and many cute things.

⋆ He’s literally such a sweetheart. Whenever he’s with you -which is all the time now-, he makes sure to have all your favorite things at hand and also things for Starry.

⋆ He spends a lot of time in your house; he visits you every day now that you are together.

⋆ He helps you out feeding and taking care of the horses, and of course you have a great time as well since he’s really good at it and he’s a great company as well.

⋆ He makes sure to have matching outfits with you, always.

⋆ He cried hard when, after a while, you asked him to move in into your ‘farm’.

⋆ He took a full sense of responsability to take care of the house and the horses.

⋆ He just wants to show you how much he appreciates what you have done for him. After all, you gave him all he could wish for: love, a place to call home, and horses<3.

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

[wooahaes]

why we work

pairing: non-idol!han x gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: mentions of couple's costumes (some gendered but reader is never specifically one or the other). reader is mentioned to be more introverted.

daisy's notes: i think abt the skz log where he just has a cozy day at home. relatable. parties can be fun but also sometimes... i simply want to curl up at home <3

“I dunno… I just don’t know how many cute couple’s costumes there are.”

“Ji, my love, there’s absolutely something out there for us.”

From opposite ends of the couch, you and your boyfriend had been searching for a couples costume for the past hour. You didn’t want to be the Ken to his Barbie (why can’t we both be Barbie?), he didn’t want to be the Mary Jane to your Spiderman… And so forth. One of your friends had invited you to bring Jisung with you to her Halloween party next week, and you’d merely told her some kind of ‘we’ll try!’ to keep from fully committing. Jisung had shrugged when you mentioned it to him: he liked your friends well enough, and knew it was kind-of important for you to spend some time with them (not that you didn’t: you literally just met with several of them for lunch the other day) at things like this… even though both of you knew you weren’t always party people. The idea of a couple’s costume had been the one thing getting you through this.

“... You wanna be Mario and Luigi?”

Jisung frowned, looking up from his phone. “It’s not really a couple’s costume…”

“Do you wanna be Peach?”

He chuckled. “Maybe next year,” he said. “I’ll grow my hair out. We could try to be Eric and Ariel?”

You sighed, “I already heard one of my friends is pulling that together with his girlfriend.” 

Jisung groaned, flopping backward. “Then what’s the point? Are all the good costumes going to be taken?” He dropped his phone onto his stomach, burying his face into his hands. “We could be aliens.” 

“Jisung.”

He pulled his hands back. “Too out there?”

“No, that’s kinda cute, but…” You sat up. “Do you even want to go?”

Jisung stared at you, brows drawing together. “Of course I do. We could still pull something cute together. I think I know someone who has shimmery makeup. We could make it look nice, and—”

“It’s okay,” you said. “You can be honest. I don’t mind.” 

With a sigh, he looked away. “I overheard my boss talking about how next week was sure to be busier since the closer it gets to Halloween, the more people seem to be coming in for things… I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to go to a party. But I didn’t want to tell you because you seemed excited.”

You set your phone aside, crawling over to him. He didn’t even have to ask you what you were seeking out, already opening his arms so that you could snuggle into his chest. 

“Then I’ll just tell her that we can’t make it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, still not looking at you. You could see the regret in his face in how glum he looked, lips slightly pouty at admitting something you had directly asked him to say. You could honestly guess what was going through his head now. They wanted to go to the party, and I ruined it. Except Jisung, when in his own head too much, often forgot that the two of you were a pair for a reason.

“Jisungie.” You looked up at him, head resting on his chest. “I mean it. I don’t want to go, either.”

He turned his head, eyes meeting your own. “... Really?”

“Mmhm. I saw how many people RSVP’d online. I don’t like big parties,” you turned your head, shutting your eyes as you listened to his heart beating in his chest. “You know that.”

He chuckled, slowly wrapping his arms around you. “Right,” he said, much more at peace with it all now. “That’s why we work.” 

You giggled, leaning up to steal a quick peck from him. “That’s why we work,” you reaffirmed. 

As much as you could enjoy spending time with friends… You liked the idea of curling up with Jisung a lot more, especially if it meant takeout and movies and cuddling. The two of you would just have to make it to the next party… As long as it wasn’t as packed as this one. 

taglist: @twancingyunhao @weird-bookworm

[embodyingchaos]

ive tried searching Michael cera x reader and nothing shows up but you :( please write about him I'm begging 🙏

❥ i feel you on this one, nobody ever writes about him! i'm not sure if you want something for the actor or one of his characters but i've decided to write about the man himself! AND IM SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE AND REALLY SHORT AAAAAA

on-set, off-set pairing: michael cera x actor!fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED word count: 538

with her brown hair swishing from side-to-side, she strutted into the scene in her purple and blue glittery swimsuit. “hi barbie!” she greeted the other blondes and brunettes scattered across the sandy beach. “hi barbie!” “hi barbie!” “oh my god, popstar barbie..” a tiny whisper said, making her turn towards the quiet sound. “h-hey barbie!” the voice was coming from a redhead she didn’t realise stood next to her the entire time. “oh, hey allan!” she replied as he nervously giggled.

“cut!” a voice yelled out causing the cameras to stop filming. the barbie placed her hands on her hips and leaned towards the one and only allan. “that was already so much fun.” she told him, grinning. “it was. too bad the others are going to have to film on different days though, huh?” allan’s actor, michael, stretched as he talked to his girlfriend of two years.

greta walked towards the two, “good job, guys! it was exactly how i imagined it.” she smiled at the couple, “for the next scene, i was thinking you could move nearer to the barbies before ken tries to impress stereotypical barbie?” she asked y/n who only nodded, “oh yeah, sure!” “great.” greta walked away from them to converse with the crew for the next scene.

michael took in the scenery of the set for a bit as they waited for the rest of the cast to arrive. ryan was one of the first ones there. “hey, ry.” the girl greeted him, waving. “hey, lovebirds.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “how’s it going?” “going great! filmed that hi barbie scene for our part.” “mmm, bet it’s going to turn out great.” he gushed, crossing his arms.

“we hope so.” michael said, watching the rest of the cast walk into the studio.

the two had coincidentally been casted in the same movie without each other’s knowledge, which was hard to understand at first until they explained it in an interview after the movie had just been released.

“actually,” y/n started, “i’d gotten cast around 2020 and kept it a secret from basically everyone because i really wanted it to be a surprise, like nobody knew at all! until i showed up on the first day of filming and saw this guy!” she nudged her boyfriend’s rib and he laughed. “it seemed as though we had similar ideas on surprises because i got casted really last minute and so when i heard of the role i immediately thought ‘oh, y/n’s gonna freak out when she watches this movie and sees me there.’ then what do i know? she’s standing on set in her popstar barbie costume.” michael scoffingly laughed as the rest of the cast chuckled along.

“so, how is it working on set with your partner? any interesting quarrels that might have happened?” the interviewer asked and they shared a look. “nope. totally none.” “yeah, we have a very professional relationship on the job, i’d say.” their comments make greta snort, “they banter quite a lot on set, actually.” she jabbed, “very distracting.” ryan shook his head, “tut tut. how unprofessional.” he commented, making the others giggle.

michael and y/n only smile, how can they deny the truth?

[cheetosad]

Miles Morales-42 x Pink!Reader

So he is used to be so cold and serious with everyone, and he is with you, just more soft, if you two are alone he is more kind, he knows you can be sensitive

“Linda, how are you?” He said talking with a soft voice as he hugged her

“Good, how are you? How was your day?” The girl said with a smile, happy to see her boyfriend

“It was good, but now is better” he said kissing her softly while his hands were on her waist

He always is dressed with dark colors, and you are so pink and sweet, sometimes he calls you doll

“Doll, you wanted to watch Barbie, right? Let’s go” he will pay everything, even if you insist

He still doesn’t have pink clothes to the Barbie movie, but he doesn’t care, you do wear pink that day

“You are my Barbie, doll”

Still, he doesn’t think he is a Ken, he finds himself more like a Max Steel

He is always praising you, telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are on his eyes

He can’t help but smile when he looks at a picture of you two, he is just with a small smirk and his dark clothes, and you are with a smile on your face, your pink clothes and your wrist full of bracelets

His mom loves you, since you called her Ms.Morales and you were polite, she loved you

“Hijo, tú novia es la cosa más tierna, ella es un angelito” (Son, your girlfriend is such a cute thing, she is a angel) she said when you left their house

“Lo sé ma” (I know, mom) he said with a small smile

You two are the opposite, and he loves it, if he is with some friend and they don’t know you, they will probably laugh a little bit

“Hello! Is Miles here?” She said looking for her boyfriend

His friends laughed but then Miles get close to you and kisses your cheek

“Hello, Amor” he said with a small smirk to then look at his friends who already stopped laughing

“Sorry dude, we just never thought of you dating someone, specially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony”

(Please someone make Miles Morales request (any Miles)

[danime25]

Whatta Man

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: After a year together, Ken has been living happily with his Barbie girl, and nothing was going to change that for Ken.

*Rating: +18 for mild mature content

*Content/Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

*Status: Series (Part 2)/Complete?

"And so for day 2, I was thinking we could do… this look." She draped a giant drawing across the kitchen table

"Oh that was a great look." He smiled back at her. While he had gotten mostly adjusted to the real world, Ken found himself still very much unaware of the world outside his girlfriend. She leaned in to kiss him and he leaned just as far forward to match her. He pulled away and looked at her eyes, which were all cutely curled up at the ends, which just made him smile all that much more. Her phone buzzed behind her and she turned to look at it.

"Crap. I forgot…" She huffed and picked the device up

"Forgot about what?" He followed her gaze

"I was supposed to have lunch today with some friends from out of town… I've known them since we were little and I forgot to make a reservation for somewhere nice." She fretted, "Can you come with me?"

"Why?" He asked with a smile

"Because I mentioned I had a new… newer boyfriend that they want to meet…" She explained, "That and I'm just so much less stressed about everything when you're around."

"Okay, let me pick an outfit out." He ran to their bedroom and combed through his corner of their closet. Theirs. He smiled down at his feet then got back into the zone, looking for something to compliment his girl. He finally found something and came out. “I’m ready.”

“You always look great.” She kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug, before running to the bedroom to change. He flipped his phone out and took a quick picture to send to Barbie, showing off his event. She liked the message and sent him a quick, ‘Looking good!’

“Thanks barbie.” He smiled before hearing the door of the bedroom again. He looked up from his phone and his eyes darted towards his girl.

“Okay, now I’m ready.” She picked up the end of her dress and gave Ken a twirl before she walked over to him

“Should we go then?” He offered his arm for her to hold onto

“Yes. Let me just grab my other wallet.” She looked around quickly then took his hand when she found what she needed. She rested her head against his arm while they walked to the car and he went to open the door for her. She got in to drive and she unlocked the door for him on the other side. He quickly slid in, and got comfy before she started the car and they went on their way.

“So… tell me about your friends.” He said as he adjusted the rearview mirror

“Well I don’t know much about them anymore… but we were close before I went off to school.”

“I see.” He listened to her

“Well there was Gabby, Bella…” She listed off people and Ken did his best to follow along as he got a run down of who betrayed who, whose boyfriend someone else in the group had dated. It honestly made his head spin trying to keep the facts straight. “And I think that’s all.”

“Sounds good.” He said softly, trying not to show how much pain his head was in

“Here, wait here and I’ll see if this place can seat us before I go find a parking spot.” She put the car into park and ran inside. After coming back with approval, she gave her keys to the valet and waited with Ken in the doorway. She texted her friends quickly, and Ken caught a glimpse of her phone. He looked back up towards the ceiling so as not to read her messages, but saw that her background was a picture of the two of them. He felt like he needed to say something to her at that moment.

“The lights in the restaurant make you look even more pretty than normal.” It was stilted, but sweet nonetheless

“Thanks.” She pecked his forehead before shoving her phone back into her bag, and held his hands. His grip tightened around her hands before bringing a hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

“I…” He started to say when her phone rang. He let go of her and let her pick the call up

“Sorry.” She said before stepping out of the doorway and out onto the sidewalk, where she started waving an arm around. Ken watched as a group of women surrounded her, and she started hugging everyone. She talked louder and louder until Ken thought she was practically screaming. He tiptoed up to the door before seeing that the group was about to come in, so he held the door open.

“Thank you.” One of her friends said, and shoved some money down his front pocket

“Katie.” His girlfriend scoffed, “This is my boyfriend, Ken.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She sheepishly apologized and took the money back out, shoving it deep into her purse

“Ken, this is Katie, Grace, Bella, and Gabby.”

“Hi.” He smiled, “I’m Ken.”

The girls seemed to whisper in between each other, not that he wasn’t used to that in Barbieland, but his girlfriend seemed a little down after they talked. What had they said to her? He hated seeing her sad. Even when she told him that she needed to feel sad sometimes, he never wanted to see the pain in her eyes. That would break his heart. He managed to navigate a successful segway, “Should we go sit down?”

“Yes.” She nodded and went up to the hostess to get the group settled in. He went to reach for her hand while they walked to the table, but it seemed like her pace matched closer with her friends as they hurried across the restaurant. He practically sprinted to get there first and pull out all the chairs for his girlfriend and her friends. Once she was seated, and he was sitting beside her, she said a quiet “Thank you.”

“So, we get together all the time to get coffee, but we don’t get to see you nearly as often, what’s life like for you out here in Los Angeles?” Gabby, at least Ken thought anyway, asked his girlfriend “Oh it’s not too bad.” She smiled, “I’m having a lot of fun out here and it’s wonderful being by the beach all the time.”

“I bet. But you don’t look any tanner!”

“Yeah, I try to wear sunblock.” She laughed

“Have you been out to Sonoma since you’ve been here? Ooh, what about San Francisco?”

“No, I've been pretty busy with my job…” She started

“What’s the fun in that?”

“Well it’s not, but someone’s gotta pay the bills.” She laughed again

“Oh, he doesn’t work for you?”

“No, we’ve been…”

“I’ve been looking for a job.” Ken said, “It’s been a little hard, but I’ve been really trying.”

“You must work in the tech field.”

“No actually…” He seemed to have to fight to get a word in edgewise

“Obviously he’s a model, with bleach blond hair like that!”

“No.” He replied, a little more curt

“Oh, then are you a surfer?” Gabby prodded, without really wanting to know the answer

“He doesn’t have a job right now.” His girlfriend finally interjected, which made the women sour on him, “But that’s okay. I make more than enough.”

“Alright ladies, who wants drinks?” The waiter asked as he came up to the table. Everyone put their orders in and Ken looked down and around at the place setting.

“Excuse me.” His girlfriend left the table for a second to go to the bathroom, which left Ken alone with these women he barely knew.

“You know it’s weird. You’re like so perfect… almost like a doll or something.” Katie said after a couple seconds of silence had fallen on the group

“Yeah. She was always obsessed with Ken dolls as a kid.” Grace laughed, “She was always a little weird.”

“That’s okay though, we’re fine with weird.” Gabby reassured Ken, as she seemed to sense that he was giving her a weird look

“Okay?” He said. The waiter dropped the drinks off and the girls went on and on about ‘the good old days’. His girlfriend returned, and not a moment too soon for Ken. Because now he needed to go. He got up and waited around the corner for a second before hearing the women speak up.

“I’m so sorry sweetie.”

“Sorry?” Unmistakably his woman’s voice

“That your guy is… kind of a bum. I mean, how’s he even going to afford a wedding.”

“We just started dating a year ago. It’s way too early to think about that.” She said with a huff

“I mean if I were you I’d just want someone that could provide for me…”

Ken had heard enough, he stormed into the bathroom and his lip quivered as he felt a hot stream flow down from his eyes. He whipped his phone out and dialed the one person that could help him navigate his feelings in that moment.

“Ken?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked him

“I hate feelings, Barbie!” He screamed

“Ken. Deep breath. One. Two. Three.” She coached him, and he breathed loudly into the phone, “What are you feeling?”

“I’ve got these stupid streams of water on my face.” He gestured at himself

“Those would be tears.”

“Yeah! And my chest is all hot.”

“Are you feeling anger?” She asked

“Yes, I think that’s what this is.” He let out another deep breath

“And why do you think you’re angry?”

“I feel like I’m missing things.”

“Ken…”

“No. Not those kinds of things Barbie. I mean… a job. A gynec…”

“Ken, you really don’t need a gynecologist. But a job, I can understand that. What brought this up?”

“Talking with, you know… her friends.”

“Oh.”

“How do I stop… mad?”

“Well just go out there, and focus on her.”

“Focus on her. Got it. What else?”

“Take one more deep breath before you go back out there. Hope you can figure the rest out, bye!”

He took one more deep breath and went back to the table where he took her hand and held it under the table. She leaned gently into him as the group talked over the meal. She took care of the meal and said bye to her friends before they all went off on their separate ways and she flagged down the valet. She squeezed his hand tightly and bit the inside of her cheek to hide how she was feeling.

“Hey,” He took his other hand and used it to guide her face towards his, “It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t remember them being this big of assholes…” She let a tear fall down her face and he wiped it away

“They’re assholes.” He nodded. He let go of her hand and opened the door for her when the valet pulled the car up. After he got in, she immediately put the car in drive and drove as fast as she could from that restaurant. Ken could see her trying to hold back her cries and told her to pull over so that she could let her feelings out. She nodded, found a place to park, and began to cry. “They were so mean to you… I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” She managed to say and looked up at the roof of her car to get the tears to stop for a minute, “When you went to the bathroom… they just said horrible things about you.” He nodded along. “They were just so mean for no reason, other than to make themselves feel better about their stupid little lives.”

“Yeah.” He reached across the console and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “I have something to tell you.” Her whole body went stiff, she seemed to seize up when he said that.

“Y-Yeah?” She practically whispered

“I heard what they said…” He started. God she looked mortified. “But I heard you too… the way you defended me, fought for me… and I love you. Just you. Just… how you are now. Not that I don’t want things to change for the better, but… right now. I like you. I love you. I love you.”

“Ken.” She sniffled and practically jumped across the center and into his lap. She kept crying, burying her head into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around her as the water works drenched his shirt. “I love you too. Only you Ken.”

“I love you.” He said quieter, but right into her ear so she could hear him profess his love again

“I love you.” She repeated

“I love you.”

She took a deep breath before saying it with her whole chest, “I love you, Ken.” He cupped her cheeks in between the palms of his hands and kissed her. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him back with an intense passion. Slowly they pull apart from each other, but not without the other trying to restart the kiss once more. Then she said, “I don’t care about anything they said. You don’t have to get a job if you don’t want to… just be mine, and I’ll be happy forever.”

“Anything for you.” He kissed her cheek “But I really want a job. And a car. Can I have that?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and hid her face back in the crook of his neck. “We should probably continue this at home… Or here.”

“No. No. Not here.” He laughed… Was he feeling jealous?

“Okay.” She unhooked herself from his lap and switched back to the driver’s seat. She rested one hand on the wheel, and let the other drift to the console where Ken’s hand was already waiting to intertwine with hers. She drove them home and they ran to their apartment. She locked the door carefully, and after making sure the thing wouldn’t budge she ran into Ken’s arms. He held her tightly before nearly slamming her into the nearest wall. After making sure she hadn’t hurt her head from his force, he picked her up and kissed her up against the wall. She pressed all her weight into him and held him flush across her body. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“You know… the love thing.” She asked shyly

“Oh. I love you.” He smirked as he said it, surprised at how much power those words had on her. He toyed with the collar of her shirt and let a gentle peck linger on her collarbone. She ran a hand carefully through his hair as he did this.

“I love you.” She whispered into his ear. He looked up into her eyes before pressing his lips against hers. She broke their contact once again to say, “I love you Ken…”

“I love you too.” He scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, throwing her down on their bed. He towered over her and put his hands down along the side of her body. Her hands reached out and held onto his forearms, pulling him closer to her. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her and her hands moved from his arms to his cheeks. She cupped them and returned his kiss

“I’d be happy with just this.” She told him, while looking into his eyes

“I’m happy too.” He kissed her forehead

“You sure?” She shifted to sit up a little

“Positive.” He rested his nose against the side of her cheek. He took a deep breath and rolled off her, to sit by her side. She leaned against him and intertwined her hand with his.

“It feels good to say it.” She said after they had sat in silence for a couple of moments

“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to say it for a while.”

“You could have said it any time you had wanted.” She reassured him

“I know… but I wanted to make sure before I said it. It’s kind of a big deal.”

“I get it. It can be hard…” She explained to him, “Even when you think you feel it, you don’t know if the other person feels the same way… it’s just hard.”

“Well this…” He gestured at the two of them, “This isn’t hard.”

“No it’s not. It’s something special.”

[mrs-hatake]

pink (looks good on us)

pairing: nanami kento x self indulgent original female character.

genre: fluff.

a/n: helloooooo! i’m on vacation and saw the barbie movie! i went around town and there’s a salsa night and a day by the beach when i was inspired to write this 🥰 i have fake nails on so please ignore any typos 😅 i’m also posting this from my phone

nanami’s jumper

hanabi’s dress

“come ooooonnn, keeen!! Pleeeaasseee?” A voice whines into a blond man’s ear.

The man heaves a silent breath through his nose but doesn’t look away from his laptop, “I already agreed to seeing the movie with you, Hanabi. I don’t have to cosplay.”

Hanabi huffs in irritation as she rolls her eyes at her boyfriend. “We’re not cosplaying.” She stresses, “We’re dressing up!”

When Kento is still typing away at his laptop for his work, despite it being a sunny Saturday morning with a lovely light breeze that has their pastel pink and purple wind chime tinkling, Hanabi has a heavy pout on her face and determination burning in her dark brown eyes.

She stands up straight, resolved, as she walks behind Kento’s chair and drapes her arms across his neck.

“Kento.” She purrs his name sweetly like the honey tarts Kento favors whenever they go to a new bakery in town.

“Please.” She places a wet kiss on his smooth neck and she chuckles, breathy, when she feels him shiver.

Kento sighs, dejected, defeated.

“Fine but I chose what we’ll wear.”

And the squeal of excitement and Hanabi tilting his head backwards to kiss him until they’re both breathless is worth the humiliation Nanami Kento has been dreading ever since his girlfriend brought up the idea a month ago.

Nanami Kento decides to dress as House Husband Ken with a pink cotton jumper and a white button up shirt underneath. He finishes the look with a creamy colored pants.

While Hanabi decides to dress as Stereotypical Barbie in a pink dress similar in shade to Kento’s jumper. She decorates her exposed collarbone with a sparkling diamond necklace that makes it look as if the stars have abandoned the sky and chose to spend all eternity with its beautiful new owner.

“I’m sooo glad we’re doing this!” Hanabi presses against her boyfriend’s arm, “How can we go see Barbie and not have you dress as Ken? You literally have the same name and hair!!”

Kento really, really, wants to groan, a means to show his misery, but his heart can’t handle seeing those pretty eyes moisten with unshed tears and he doesn’t want to deal with a gloomy Hanabi either.

He loathed his high school days when he had transferred to a prestigious public school after moving to Japan.

A classmate with shocking white hair had relentlessly teased him for his name and insisted on calling him Ken, like Barbie’s trophy boyfriend.

Hanabi doesn’t need to know that, not yet anyways.

Kento just hums and allows himself to get dragged across the movie theater to take pictures in the many Barbie themed booths and cutout boards.

But as Hanabi kisses his cheeks, smiles as blindingly as the sun at him and whispers just how much she loves him before and after the movie, Nanami Kento finds himself filled with warmth and can feel a small smile crawling across his thin lips.

The couple decide to walk around town after the movie, an activity they rarely engage in due to their heavy work life with Hanabi as a high school Japanese teacher and Kento as a salaryman.

That’s why, the spend every second savoring the moment and capturing their date to be frozen in time in their phones.

They have a late lunch, they shop and they have dessert and coffee.

After they drop their things in the car, the two walk to the town square, hand in hand.

“Is it just me or am I…hearing late music?”

Hanabi’s face scrunches cutely that has Kento’s heart melting and he can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss the top of head.

“I hear it too.” He confirms as he slides his hand from Hanabi’s and instead wraps his arm around her waist. “Want to check it out?”

The way her eyes turn into two big yellow stars is confirmation enough for Kento. His laugh is swallowed by the summer breeze as Hanabi tugs his arm and leads him to the source of music.

Apparently, the town square has transported into popular summer destinations.

Fairy lights decorate lamp posts and food trucks and the modest dance stage in the center. There are game booths scattered about and some rides that are typically found in local amusement parks.

The Latin music comes from a live band playing on stage as the crowd dance for salsa night as last night was Bollywood night.

Hanabi’s head turns to Kento and she needn’t ask as her boyfriend is already leading her to the dance floor.

“Can you even dance salsa?” She asks with amusement.

“No.” Kento replies, silencing the voice in his head that’s screaming, You look stupid!

For once in his life, he wants to just live.

Maybe the Barbie movie influenced him without his knowledge.

“But there’s a first time for everything.” Kento adds with a smile before twirling Hanabi away from him.

The two dance the afternoon away, until the sun disappears behind the tall buildings and the white fluffy clouds. The sky is a vibrant orange, indigo and pink.

They are complimented by an elderly couple, the old man firmly instructing to marry Hanabi otherwise she might be swept away by someone who doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as she is. The old woman with him laugh as the young couple blush in embarrassment.

The strobe light shines on them a few times and when the music slows down into a soft tune, the two press impossibly close to each other.

When their legs are begging them for rest, the couple take a leisurely stroll around the square.

Kento is dragged to one of the games he tells Hanabi that are rigged but she doesn’t care. Of course she doesn’t. Not when stitch is the winning prize.

Sighing, but with fondness this time as Hanabi kisses his cheek, he rolls up his sleeves and pays the teenager behind the counter and accepts the plastic balls.

With a smirk that subtly shows his confidence, Kento knocks down the tin cans with just one hit!

Hanabi is jumping, clutching his arm, and kisses his cheek over and over again until the teenager hands her the giant stitch plushie.

Kento watches with hearts for eyes as Hanabi takes a video of herself, the plushie and then directing her phone his way to tell everyone how happy she is Kento won the doll for her.

As they drive home, Hanabi struggling to keep her eyes open, Kento remembers the old couple dancing next to them earlier that evening.

After tonight, Kento is seriously considering what the old man had told him.

He really should marry the love of his life.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

On being boyfriend/girlfriend

(Aricka x RG!Ken)

(Started out as a look into Aricka and Ken’s relationship but it turned into Aricka asking Ken to try something new-)

Aricka had been frequenting Barbieland for two months now, and every day she found another reason to want to stay. The most prominent reason being her new boyfriend. Ken. The same Ken she’d had as a child; she’d found on accident when she stumbled across Barbieland.

Ken was a doting boyfriend; he always met her by the entrance to Barbieland, a big smile and open arms ready for her, and she would always throw herself into his strong and warm embrace. She had got him some cologne after he’d asked about it on one of her first visits, and he now always smelled like citrusy lemon.

He would always have some new gift for her, with a new excuse every time as to why he got it for her:

“It’s our two week anniversary-! I got you a journal cause you like to write like Author Barbie!”

“It’s Saturday, I got you new pajamas for the Barbie sleepover!”

“There’s a dance tonight, you deserve the prettiest purple dress in Barbieland-!”

It was overwhelming in the most precious way, and Aricka adored each and every treasure Ken gave her.

They always had time to go on dates when they were together, Ken, unlike most men from her world, was super ultra mega respectful of her boundaries, even if he sometimes struggled with personal space, but that was okay, because sometimes Aricka struggled with that concept too.

He always walked her to the car and to the entrance to the real world before and after a date. She never had to open the door to enter a building by herself since dating Ken, and he always pulled her chair out for to sit in before sitting in his own chair.

He’d turned her into a bit of a milkshake fan after ordering a cookies and cream milkshake with two straws; for them to share. She gave him the cherry cause she remembered him saying cherries were his favorite fruit, and Aricka thought Ken was gonna cry when he took it from her, their fingers brushing and sending a shiver down her spine.

Ken loved to hold Aricka’s hand, he would marvel over the difference in their hand sizes every time. “Your hand is so perfect, it’s like it was meant to be in mine.” He would say, like he didn’t just spout the most romantic line in history.

Ken had a habit of randomly picking Aricka up and spinning her around, making her feel like she was a Disney princess, and Ken was her prince. 

But what Aricka had discovered, is that she really super mega loved to kiss Ken. It blew her mind to realize that Ken had never kissed anyone before her, and as soon as he’d admitted it, she had been determined that her boy would get at least four kisses a day. He was perfectly content with her initiating kisses, but now Aricka wanted Ken to try to initiate a kiss, just so he would gain confidence in that respect.

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“Ken…?” Aricka walks over to his beach towel, sitting down beside him. Ken smiles like he always does anytime Aricka graced him with her presence, and she kissed his cheek, three times in a row. “Hi baby. Can we talk?”

“Of course. I love to talk to you,” he says, taking her hands and pulling her into his lap, making her giggle with pleasure.

“Alright. So; you know I love kissing you, right? It makes me feel so happy that I can make you happy by kissing you.” He nods. “I know that you don’t have much experience leading and initiating a kiss, but would you like to try?” She asks, instinctively rubbing his shoulders like she did anytime they had a more serious conversation.

Ken’s gaze grew anxious as she spoke, bottom lip being tugged between two perfect rows of teeth to be chewed on, and she gently pried it out, “Shh, don’t hurt yourself, baby boy. It’s okay if the answer is no. I’m perfectly fine with it, either way.”

That nickname was Ken’s favorite, along with being called, “My Ken.” He liked feeling precious to Aricka, it made him feel like he had a purpose. “I think I’d want to try,” he says, “but what if I screw up?”

Aricka smiles, shaking her head fondly, “we keep trying. And I doubt you’ll screw up, you’re amazing at all sorts of things, baby.” He shivered this time, and leaned his forehead against hers. Aricka’s hands slide up to cup his jaw and she smiles softly at him. “I just like kissing you. So it’s a win for me either way.” They both giggle and he wraps his arms around her waist.

“I want to try now,” he says softly, sending a thrill of butterflies through her stomach. Aricka nods and waits for his lead this time.

Ken looks at her, crushing a stray bang from her face, thumb trailing down her cheek, before his hand cradled her face, her hand coming up to cover his. “My Aricka,” he says. “My perfect, priceless girl.”

Before Aricka could even think of a response, Ken was leaning towards her to kiss her carefully, lips barely brushing hers, but as quick as he pulled back he was kissing her again, and again, rapid butterfly kisses to her lips; both his hands now framing her face as she giggled into his actions, and he started laughing too, as they fell over and rolled in the sand, him catching her before they fell against the water. He was now leaning over her, her back pressed against the sand. “I like kissing you,” her golden retriever of a boyfriend says. Aricka leans her head back and laughs, looking back at his confused face to reply,

“Oh babe, I feel the same way about you.”

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[justfritz]

Not requested⚠

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader x Percy Weasley

Warnings: polyamourous relationship, light swearing, mentions of panic attack, large amounts of fluff.

Fem! Reader

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3rd person POV:

Christmas break was right around the corner, which means that most students will be going back to they families to spend the holidays, but as break was quickly approaching, Percy's anxiety was beginning to rise. Percy had promised his boyfriend and girlfriend that they would be able to come and meet his family for Christmas, he however was rather nervous. He hasn't told anyone that he's dating two people at the same time, none of his brothers or sister knew, and if he's being honest with himself, he had no intention of letting them find out. He was nervous. 'What if they don't approve of our relationship and I have to break up with them?' Was his repeated thought, and he knew it was dumb but it still nagged at the back of his mind. He hadn't told his mother that they were all a couple yet, just asked if he could have a few friends over for Christmas. Molly of course was overjoyed at the idea of meeting her son's friends so she said yes immediately. As Percy thought back to how he lied to his mother, he began to panic. How was he going to tell her? What would she say? What would his father say? He sat down on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room, practically falling into the seat as his mind continued to feed him thoughts of worry.

Oliver, just coming back from quidditch practice, walked through the portrait hole with a skip in his step, still excited about officially meeting his boyfriend's parents. As Oliver walked across the common room to get to his dormitory, he saw Percy in a state of panic. He quickly dropped his broom and ran over to the couch, bending down to his boyfriend who was seated there, and gently cupped his face with his hands. Percy slightly leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and trying to calm down. "Woah woah what's wrong Percy?" He said as he gently brushed his thumb across his lover's face, a gentle gleam in his eye. "What's gotten you so shaken up darlin'? It's okay, I'm right here" Percy just grabbed his boyfriends hand and clutched it in his own, trying to get some kind of comfort. Oliver didn't know what to do, so he sat down beside Percy and pulled him into his chest, mumbling sweet nothings into his ear, trying to calm him down. He didn't know what to do, or if what he was doing was enough.

Laugher was heard moments after. Three voices roaring with laugher, just came through the portrait hole. Soon that laugher died down and footsteps could be heard, with the occasional giggle. Y/n came into Oliver's view, along with Fred and George, two of her best friends. Quickly, Oliver ushered his girlfriend over to the couch. She took one last glance at her friends before walking over to Oliver, with a smile and small wave. That smile quickly faltered however, as she got closer and heard almost silent sobs. Her walk soon turned into a jog, and after that, into a full out run across the common room. She came to a halt when she got to the couch and quickly sat beside Percy, opposite of Oliver, and wrapped her arms around him. Her voice became a whisper, one that barely even Oliver could hear, as she tried to comfort her boyfriend, who was currently in tears.

A few minutes had passed, and the sobs haven't eased up, or shown any signs of stopping soon, so instead, she gently took his chin and lifted his head up to look at her. With her thumb, she brushed away his tears and softly smiled at him. "It's okay m'love, Ollie and I are right here. Would you mind telling us what happened?" Her voice was calm, and gentle. He felt at ease slightly, however his eyes were still spilling over with tears. With a shaky voice, he said something, just above a whisper. "I'm scared you two.." Oliver's eyes widened, and panic was now shooting through his veins. Percy wasn't one to be scared, so what had gotten his so shaken up that he cried? He didn't know what to do, so he let Y/n do the talking and instead, started rubbing shapes into his back slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

A moment of silence, of thought. Y/n's next words where chosen with care, and said very lightly, as not to frighten her lover. "What's wrong darling? What is scaring you?" Her voice, still a simple whisper, made him pause. Her words seeping into his mind. He couldn't lie to them and tell them that he's fine like he usually did, for he had broken down right in front of them both. So, he decided that if he was going to mention his fears, now would be the time. He breathed in, and spoke in a quiet voice. "What are my parents going to think..?" That was all he said, but immediate understanding took over his two lovers, he was scared of his family rejecting his relationship with them. Oliver couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip passed him. Y/n slapped his arm playfully before turning her attention back to the boy she was holding. She sighed, kissed his forehead, and said her next words in a soft tone. "M'love if I know anything about your parents, it's that they are the most loving and accepting people I've ever met, and that no matter what you choose to do later, or who your with, their going to support you, and love you unconditionally. Their going to be so happy that your in a loving relationship, and their going to be so excited to meet us. There's nothing to worry about, because your parents love you, your siblings love you, and Ollie and I love you" Oliver smiled and made Percy turn to look at him, and spoke next. "Percy we have your back, and so will the rest of your family. Your parents aren't going to love you any less just because you have a Ken AND Barbie" y/n giggled quietly, in understanding. Percy seemed a bit confused at what his boyfriend meant by 'Ken and barbie' but listening to them helped him feel better, so he simply smiled weakly at them.

Oliver smiled at his boyfriend and kissed his forehead, happy to have gotten through to him. Y/n smiled at her two boyfriends, feeling very lucky to have them. A few moments passed and Oliver had an idea, so he got off of the couch, picked up his boyfriend bridal style, and pointed to the boy's dormitories with his head, telling his girlfriend to follow after. So she did, she got up off the couch and quickly followed the two upstairs. When she got there, she saw Oliver laying Percy on his bed, then laying beside him, Percy looked over and smiled at you, patting the side of him, oppose Oliver. She giggled and shook her head, before laying down beside him and cuddling into his side, taking a lead out of Oliver's book, who had already done so. The three of them just laid together, talking about everything and nothing. Out of nowhere, Percy speaks up. "I love you two" he said, quietly, seemingly embarrassed. Oliver and y/n looked at each other with a smile and said "we love you too Percy"

[nonsensicaluniverse20]

Having the sudden to write a Barbie fanfic. Barbie is bisexual and she’s dating Ken, who is closeted and gay. Ken is so insecure about himself. Everyone has told him that his relationship with Barbie is perfect and meant to be but he doesn’t feel that way about her. But he has to be straight because isn’t that what society he should be? Barbie, being the girlboss she is, picks up on how Ken feels since he acts so uncomfortable and upset. I want them to be best friends who understand each other and can be intimate with the other person. QUEER BEST FRIENDS!!!! They break up in private but Ken has to learn that he is okay the way he is and he can love whoever he loves

(Working name) Gay in my Barbie world

Ever since they were kids, Barbara Roberts and Kenneth Carson have been the best of friends. They fit together like the edge pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Ken had moved right next to the Roberts household and Barbie, friendly and kind, introduced herself to the boy.

They seemed perfect together. Barbie was the perfect girl, an athlete, and a straight-A student. Ken was only second to her, always willing to help anyone out. A strong bond grew throughout the years. They both cared about each other so much.

So when they started dating in the 7th grade, no one felt surprised. Dating meant hand-holding. I know, forbidden but this was middle school. They were unhinged. Dating also meant everyone talked about it all the time and it was the only thing people talked about.

Ken totally felt fine with this. He was totally totally… TOTALLY fine with everything. Barbie was his girlfriend. Ken loved Barbie and this wasn’t a lie. He should feel so lucky to have her.

So why did it feel so wrong? Was something wrong with him? Everyone talked about her and him and it felt wrong.

After two years of self-realization, Barbie came out as bi in her freshman year. She was thriving. She was more confident and happy. Everyone (well mostly everyone) accepted it. But as she grew, Ken was sinking, down, down, down.

Now it was junior year and Ken leaned against his locker, his mind wandering. A certain blond girl wearing a pink soccer uniform and mischievous smile sneaked up in front of him. Still, he didn’t notice her until…

“BOO!! HAHA!” Ken jumped up about ten feet as Barbie cackled. She pecked him on the cheek and giggled.

“Barbie! Wh-how-where- oh my gosh! Don’t scare me like that!”

His girlfriend chuckled and shrugged, “you know you love me. I was about to head to practice but I had to check on you. You’ve been off today.” Sometimes Ken despised her ability to pick up on his emotions. He fumbled with his blue windbreaker, glancing at Barbie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly fine. Just stressed. Lots of tests lately.”

Barbie hummed, “okay, I get it. But remember you can tell me anything you want. I’m always listening, my love.”

“ I know, Barbie. I know.”

“Good! So you want to watch practice? I heard soccer can get pretty exciting.”

Ken teased, “sure! What are you going to do, kick a ball in someone’s face? Nah, I’m going to the Pet Rescue shelter. Actually, how do you keep up with anything? Even going to see cute animals isn’t making me happy.”

The two teens began to walk down the school hallway, greeting the people they passed. Barbie bumped fists with some guys and high-fived a few girls before turning back to her boyfriend.

“When I said I was going to do everything I wanted to do no matter what, I meant it. Ken, I’m only fulfilling a six-year-old’s dream.”

“Haha, don’t remind me! I can’t believe you are still trying to do that. Do you ever get tired?”

“Never,” Barbie proclaimed, “Roberts never breaks their promises. When I become the president, you’ll be sorry you ever doubted me.”

During the summer before first grade, Barbie swore to Ken and her parents that she would be anything she wanted to be. Even with a black eye and missing teeth, she came back from fighting a bully with a new purpose. Later down the line, things were revised but that didn’t stop her.

Ken wished for an ounce of her determination.

Barbie glanced at her watch and gasped, “oh no! I’ve got to go! Stay safe babe. She kissed him and ran off. “Love ya!”

“Love.. bye Barbie.” Ken walked to the shelter. Checking in as a volunteer, Ken put on his nametag and started pouring food out for the animals. Honey, an older and sweet golden retriever, licked his palm when he passed her cage.

“Having fun with Honey,” Mrs. Mitchell asked, who owned the animal shelter. She was a tall, stern-looking woman but she always had a soft spot for Ken.

He shrugged, “I was just feeding her. How are you, Mrs. Mitchell?”

“Very good, I was just about to take the dogs on a walk. Do you want to come along?”

“Yes, please. Let me feed the rest of the animals and I'll come with you.” Moving to the cats, Ken greeted the energetic kittens and then the chirping birds.

Then he bumped into someone’s chest and dropped the bird seeds. Chad sheepishly smiled at Ken, whose face flushed. Of course, he had to bump into the handsome employee with his big muscles and earnest eyes. Ahhh…

“Ken you there? Did I hit your brain?” He partially snapped out of his fantasy and internally screamed. He had not meant for his thoughts to go astray at all. He had to focus before his head exploded.

He stammered, “Yeah! I’m a-okay! I was just feeding the bi-birdies! Heh heh, I should have watched where I was going.”

“No, I’m sorry. You have to do something anyway. Are you good though?”

“Oh yeah! I’m going to go help Mrs. Mitchell walk the dogs. So I'm going to goooo.” Ken rushed away, leaving behind a confused Chad. He tried to rub away the redness in his cheeks with little success. Ken was a monster, he had a girlfriend. How could he do that to Barbie? He had to stop.

Mrs. Mitchell and Ken leashed up a few hyperactive dogs and set out onto the trails. The animals bounced around his legs and played with each other. Mrs. Mitchell watched Ken pet Whisper.

“Are you okay, son? School treating you well?”

Ken paused and sighed, “you’re the second person to ask that today. I don’t know, I just feel empty lately. Like I’m not me.” He stared at his hand, leashes wrapped around his palm.

“I understand,” said his mentor, “Ken, I just want you to know it’s okay to put yourself first. Take care of yourself, please.”

Ken kept walking, not even daring to speak. It was stupid, it was foolish that he had to be comforted about nothing. It made him feel ill.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. What comes first is you. Please remember that,” she bumped his shoulder, concern in her voice. “Anyway! I don’t want my best volunteer to get hurt.”

But Ken didn’t really hear what else she said. What comes first is you, huh? But that would be selfish.

Barbie didn’t deserve that. No, Ken could not be selfish.

He would keep his problem to himself. Because things were perfect. They were fine.

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 7

Parts 1-6 warning: fluffy Tags: @styles-dolan​ @evergreendolan​ @someonetogray​ @vintagedolan​ @prettyboydolan​ @dolansficsandpics​ @graysavant​ @baby-turtles​

Kale? Spinach? Mushrooms? Eggplant? Grayson’s eyes surveyed the brightly colored board of food options. He weighed the consequences of choosing to include or omit tomatoes from his lunch order. His concentration on his lunch kept his anxieties at bay. Earlier that day, his palms left a greasy layer of sweat on the steering wheel of his Porsche, with his girlfriend and brother silent in the car. His girlfriend and brother now stood beside him, still silent. Ethan’s arms were crossed as he leaned against the back wall of the restaurant. Kate leaned significantly on her good leg, holding a hand on her hip and looking at the ground. Grayson eyed the pair quickly before returning his focus to selecting his meal. Why won’t they talk to each other? It’s like they already don’t like each other..

Grayson tried to shake thoughts while pondering the benefits of sweet corn. Kate glanced at Grayson, struggling to understand the complexity of the decisions that go into making a veggie wrap. Her eyes flickered up toward Ethan, who’s stare was focused straight ahead on a container of napkins. The similarity in the twins was still striking to her. The tattoos on Ethan’s arms were the only definite indicator of their identities. I should know my own boyfriend from his twin brother… Kate took in a breath and moved her gaze up to the ceiling, questioning whether the silence was comforting or eerie. She released a tension in her jaw she hadn’t realized she had been holding when Grayson looked back at her, scrunched his nose slightly, and smiled wide. Grayson’s smile washed over Kate as a wave of relief.

Ethan’s stomach lurched while his eyebrows raised. His brother’s new relationship was sweet, there was no denying that. Grayson shined when he picked her up that morning: his smile was infectious when he took her hand in his during the car ride over. Grayson spent the morning assuring Ethan that Kate was “Awesome! So funny and sweet”, promising that Ethan’s apprehensions would vanish after spending real time with her. Ethan almost felt bad for asking Grayson so many tough questions about her. Almost.

Grayson looked from Kate, to Ethan, and back to Kate, “How does carrots, humus, spinach, celery, and bell pepper sound?” “Like a stroke of creativity that definitely didn’t take you 20 minutes to think about,” Ethan responded sardonically, earning a breathy chuckle out of Kate. Grayson bit his tongue against a snarky response and looked at Kate, “Ladies first,” he motioned a hand in front of him toward the register. Kate stepped forward, chatting through her order with the girl behind the register. Grayson stepped toward Ethan, with an expectant look in his eye. “What bro?” Ethan unwound his arms at Grayson’s wide-eyed look. Grayson’s eyed darted away from Ethan, toward Kate’s backside, and back to Ethan for a second time. Ethan shrugged softly, not having enough information to give a real analysis, “She seems nice. You know I think ordering whole wheat is a sign of a great life partner.” Ethan couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped his lips when he met Gray’s annoyed look. “Sorry,” Ethan shrugged again, trying not to ruin Grayson’s honeymoon mood, “She seems fine, I’ve barely talked to her.” “She’s great,” Grayson smiled wide at his brother before letting his eyes wander to Kate’s backside at the register. He noticed her give her credit card to the girl at the register and spoke louder, “I can pay for that baby.” Kate looked back at Grayson and shook her head softly. Her tone was nonchalant, “It’s fine, I got it.”

Ethan made a small hum of approval next to his brother, meeting his gaze. Grayson stepped forward to place his order, Kate stood next to him; avoiding joining the awkward air near Ethan at the back of the room. Grayson’s large, rough, calloused hand instinctively laid over Kate’s dainty hand. Ethan smiled softly at the gesture; his brother was always a romantic. In truth, Ethan was impressed by the simple fact that she paid for her own food. It was the first sign that she wasn’t interested in Grayson for his money or influence. She showed Ethan that, even in the smallest way, she wasn’t looking to be wholly dependent on Grayson.

The scene was interrupted by a small bell followed by a few high-pitched squeals coming from the door to the restaurant. A man in an expensive polo shirt and loafers was accompanied by two teenage girls, who were nearly bouncing at the site of the twins. Kate’s brow furrowed: What would make two girls scream in public? She followed their gaze to the twins and was hit with the realization: Grayson’s life was massively different from her own. The two girls bounced their way to the twins while professing their love and asking for a picture. Kate was impressed by how elegantly Grayson handled the situation. He smiled with genuine happiness and stood with grace, giving his entire attention to what they were squealing at him. When the teenagers and twins broke up from their picture, one of the girls got on the phone, to call who Kate could only assume was a friend. “OMG STACEY YOU WON’T BELIEVE! IT WAS THE TWINS! YES! I KNOW! AND ONE OF THE TWINS’ FRIENDS WAS HERE WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!” The small restaurant sounded like a Justin Bieber concern circa 2008. And yet the sound of Kate’s own heartbeat created a deafening silence in her head. One of the twins’ friends… Kate tried to shiver off the growing knot in her stomach, the words weren’t settling right inside of her. She had never been a particularly insecure girl, being a disabled woman in science demanded self-confidence, but the teeny bopper’s words echoed in her ears. Grayson stood beside her, equally awkward but for a different reason. He could only imagine what Kate was thinking after seeing something like that for the first time: a scene that had come to be normal for him since moving to LA. He wanted so badly to reach out and hold her hand in his. He wanted to brush his thumb over hers and give it a squeeze. He wanted to place a hand on her lower back, kiss her head, and breathe in that citrus scent that he could never get enough of.  But he knew he couldn’t: not with his fans in the room, not with their phones in their hands.

If Ethan noticed the cumbersome emotions of his companions, he didn’t show it. He coolly ordered his lunch, keeping his voice low and posture relaxed. Meanwhile, his twin brother was producing enough sweat to provide water to an African dessert and his brother’s girlfriend was combatting her inner dialogue about independence.

Most of the trio’s problems faded into the air in Grayson’s Porsche. Grayson’s right hand securely coddled Kate’s, while his left casually hung over the steering wheel. Grayson loved sitting next to Kate in his car, her sweet smell filled the car and her cute laugh filled the air. Ethan loved sitting with food in his lap, its savory smell filled his nostrils and promised his stomach of good times to come.

Not soon after, they sat at the Dolans’ kitchen island with food, napkins, and smoothies strewn out in front of them. Grayson was in the middle of his fifth story about elementary school with Ethan. Kate tossed some sweet potato fries in her mouth, smiling gently and laughing at Grayson’s punchlines. Grayson followed one story with another, hoping some at some point his brother and girlfriend would release their tense energy and start to see all the great things he saw in both.

“—and then Cameron hit me over the head, and I ended up with a barbie doll arm up my nose—“, he had barely bit into the lunch he spent nearly a half an hour ordering because he was so busy filling the silence. Kate winced at the mention of a doll arm up six year old Grayson’s nose, “Ooh that’s a bad one.” Ethan shook his head, finishing a sip of his smoothie “That’s nothing. Grayson’s head is practically made of stainless steel. Barbies are kind of a bad omen for him though,” he picked at a pile of chips. “This one time when we were like 12, he was dating this girl from down the street. She went as barbie to a Halloween party and convinced Grayson to dress up as Ken.” Kate nearly choked on her sandwich as she let out a chortle, Grayson’s face turned a hot shade of red from behind his veggie wrap. “That means you’re a dedicated boyfriend,” Kate show him a playful wink between bites of her sandwich. Grayson, who’s face was the color of the bell pepper in his wrap, nodded, “I’ll do anything for my girl.” Ethan’s stomach lurched but he held back the urge to react to the happy couple, “He’ll do stupid things for you if you ask him too,” Kate laughed again, “He’ll do stupid things without you asking too, just to impress you.” Kate snickered, fingering a plate of sweet potato fries. She pointed a fry at Grayson “What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to impress a girl?” Grayson’s cheeks flared, “I uh—well” Ethan gladly cut his twin off to finish, “This one time he tried having sex in a handstand just to prove he could hold himself up for that long.” A loud laugh escaped Kate’s mouth, while Ethan’s accomplished look met with Grayson’s mortified one.

“Should I ask if you could do it?” Kate looked from Grayson to Ethan and back to Grayson. Grayson stammered again before Kate finished, “Maybe you could show me one day.” She proudly flicked the last sweet potato fry in her mouth.

A wide grin grew on Grayson’s face, his cheeks slightly burning. Ethan nearly lodged a chip in his throat. “I knew you were the girl for me,” he reached for her hand across the island. Ethan shook his head softly, “Ryan did say he had a good feeling about this.” “Exactly,” Grayson triumphantly kissed Kate’s cheek as she asked, “Who’s Ryan?” “Ryan is our best friend--,” Grayson started, pulling away from Kate’s cheek. Ethan spoke over his twin, “—he produces our podcast, helps with the videos, pulls us apart when he beat up on each other too hard.” Kate’s eyes found the floor. She looked up at Grayson when Ethan finished, “I thought we weren’t telling people…about us?” Her eyes stared up at Grayson, wide and longing for reassurance. She felt confused, in a deep place. She had already put away her feelings about keeping their relationship private: coming to terms with the fact that Grayson’s life was different. Grayson wanted desperately to cup her face in his hands, seeing her eyes like that ate threw his heart. “Ryan is different, he’s our best friend. We can trust him.” Grayson’s heart quivered when he saw the emptiness grow in Kate’s eyes. Her thoughts raced: What was it about the people in her life that made them untrustworthy? The white walls of the coastal interior of the rental felt less beachy to her and more alienating in that moment. Grayson wrapped an arm around and leaned in to kiss the side of her head. His movements were shaking. He stroked his thumb on the small of her back, trying to put her at ease almost as much as he wanted to put himself at ease. He was normal. She was normal. Their relationship was normal, normal, normal. Grayson wanted so badly to hold her in that moment: to hold her as close as possible to his chest and let her hear his heartbeat, the heart that beat for her. Grayson was never very good with words, but he wished he could find the words to tell her how much she meant to him. He felt like she was sent to him, a strong shot in the dark with everything he always wished for. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was independent. She was driven. She was funny without being cruel. Her laugh sounded like a song. Her little snore when she slept on his chest sounded like a little teddy bear declaring its adorable presence to the world. She had overcome so much; she reminded the entire world of that every time she stood up. She was twice the person that Grayson was and it killed him inside to see her eyes look like that. A pain ran through his chest, he never wanted her to be upset because of him. He cherished her. Even though their relationship was new, his heart held absolutely no hesitancy. He looked at her like he was sure, sure she was meant to stick around, to change his life, to make him a better man: the best man he can be.

A loud creak scraped across the floor. Ethan awkwardly stood up from his seat at the island, feeling as though he was in someone else’s scene. He shifted his eyes from Grayson’s hand on Kate’s back. Ethan quickly gathered the bag and wraps from his lunch to dispose of.  Ethan left the room, leaving the young couple in that position. Grayson’s hand found a home on Kate’s lower back, while she looked up at him, somewhere between bewildered and disheartened.

They snapped out of their trance long enough to clean the rest of the kitchen. Grayson led Kate out, placing gentle kisses on her head and squeezing her small hand. He wanted to memorize the way her hand felt: so small, dainty, and regal in his large, rough, calloused hand. His fingers tingled with jabs of pain when his open wounds moved, but it was worth it to get to feel her smooth, warm skin.

They stood at the front door together. Kate’s hand delicately in Grayson’s, he looked down at her with adoring eyes while she looked up at him. Her eyes had let go of their earlier state, but had yet to return the warm, brown fire Grayson loved so much. “Thanks for coming to spend time with Ethan,” Grayson started, “I think he started warming up to you.” Kate smiled passively, “He’s nice. I’m glad I came today.” She lifted herself on her toes and kissed his cheek gently before lowering down. She turned for the door when Grayson held her hand tighter, “Wait—” he took in a breath. How does he say this? How does he break this? Maybe he shouldn’t say anything at all? Maybe he should say everything? Lay it all out there right? Be completely honest. Honestly is the best policy.

“I’m so happy with you and I love that my brother got to know you better. I’m so glad he got to see you being you.” Grayson gulped softly, Kate turned to face him again, closing the space between them softly. “You’re sweet, so sweet. And you make me happy. Like really fucking happy,” his eyes watered slightly. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say this, but I was starting to get really lonely before you. And then you came out of nowhere, dropped out of the sky and right into my lap, being here and fixing my problems since the moment I met you. You’re so different, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I didn’t even know girls like you existed.” Grayson let go of her hand to run both of his hands through his hair before looking down at her again, melting more by the minute. The warmth returned to her brown eyes, as her lips slid into a kind smile. “You’re—I—We—I want to keep you around.” Grayson decided on, nodding subtly as he spoke.

Kate lifted herself up by her toes and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Grayson cupped her face in his hands and deepened their kiss, drinking her citrus scent and becoming intoxicated on the sweet taste of her tongue. He ran his hands through her soft, luscious hair. He moaned softly, dropping his hands to her waist and pulling her body in closer. Kate wrapped an ankle around his calf, pulling her body up to continue to meet his mouth, tracing her fingers against his shirt and feeling the curves of his body underneath. She didn’t retract when she felt a hard bulge against her waist, in fact she pulled herself even closer to him—eliminating any space between the two of them. Grayson grabbed onto her, feeling a strip of silky skin when the hem of her shirt rose. His lips became frenzied, obsessed with kissing her at maximum capacity for as long as he could. Her nerves caught on fire when his tongue slipped against her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. Her hot skin started to flame when her mouth was filled with the honey taste of his decadent tongue.

Grayson let one dauntless hand fall from her waist, grabbing lightly onto her ass. She smirked into his kiss, triggering a physical mechanism inside of him. He grabbed tightly onto her ass, his body tormented by not having her in this moment. It was Kate who pulled back first, her face covered in strands of unruly hair, flush cheeks, and swollen lips. She breathed in softly before lightly stepping out of his grasp. She nodded and smiled up at him, attending to be sweet but failing while the heavy air hung in the moment. “I’ll see you soon,” she kissed his cheek quickly and moved swiftly toward the door as Grayson mumbled his own words of goodbye. His body, mind, and spirit felt intoxicated by her. He tried to step but recognized a shaking leg as he made his way to the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and laid down. Yeah, she was the one.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I had mixed feelings about this part while writing it. I hope you enjoyed lovie!

[ironwoman18]

Double Dates part 2

Chapter 2: The Ratatouille Challenge

Luke retuned home after came back from a case. He was tired and just wanted to sleep.

When he opened the door, there was Penelope cooking in his kitchen. Sergio on his couch and Roxie looking at Penelope from her bed.

"H...hey Penelope" he said walking in. She has a pink pajamas on.

She turned visibly surprised "Luke? I thought you could come tomorrow?"

"We found a good lead to catch the unsub early and we decided to come today. Why are you here?" He lifted his eyebrow and he put his gun in his save box.

"Well, there's a broken pipe in my apartment, and here was the only place I can go so..."

"Oh..." Said Luke and walked to her, he leaned in and kissed her softly "it's ok you can stay here as long as you want" he smiled and she smiled back.

"I'm making dinner. Veggie tacos" she smiled big showing him the pan with some vegetables.

"That looks great" he kissed her head and walked to his bedroom to change. He put on a short and a tank top then walked back to the kitchen "you can sleep in my bed, I will go to the couch"

"Oh... No I don't want to bother you" she said worry.

"I could never let you sleep in a couch so don't you dare to start an argument, am I clear?" She nodded "good let's eat" she grabbed a tortilla and filled it with vegetables and poured some sause and handed it to Luke then she made some more tacos and both walked to eat it and talked while do it.

"So what do you and Max planned for Reid and me?" He smirked at her.

She got excited "well we found a restaurant that hosted cook-offs, where couples feud cooking dishes, the judges picked two food dishes and the couples has to cook the one they gave them"

"Oh my... I just know how to make pasta with cheese. I suck cooking nena"

"Fear not chéri. I will do it" she smiled and kissed his cheek. He laughed.

"Ok I will trust you" he stood up and held the dishes and glasses then went to wash them.

Meanwhile Penelope looked at him from the table. She never dated someone like Luke. He was so different from any other boyfriend she had. Shane was an idiot and he was more into be better than her, not into make her happy; Kevin was so sweet and she shared so much with him, but he was so insecure and not very athletic; and then Sam... Sam was not proactive or with crazy ideas, he was so sweet and kind but she needed someone different.

Luke is athletic, like Morgan; he was sweet and kind, she loved the little cat he gave her after a case; he was proactive and protective, the dates he planned were so perfect, she melted with every detail he planned.

And according to Phil or Lisa he was not like this, he was not sweet or caring, but with her he was different, and so was her with him.

At first she was mean because she missed her chocolate thunder but then he won a place in her heart and she was mean as a secret flirting way.

"Penelope?... Earth calling Penelope..." She shakes her head and looked at him "are you alright?"

"Oh yeah newbie I'm alright" she said playfully the nickname she gave him. He rolled his eyes but smiled.

"She will keep calling me newbie, Roxie" he laughed.

"Did someone ever tell you that you act like Kristoff talking to her?"

Luke laughed as he finished to wash the dishes "I will go get my pillow and blanket" he smiled at her and walked in his room returning with both things "goodnight nena" he said putting them on the couch.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable in your own apartment"

"Penelope, I'm perfectly fine with this, I won't let you sleep here" he looked at her patting the couch.

"I was thinking... That bed is big enough for both of us" she bit her lip "if you don't mind sharing" he smirked, looked down and back at her.

"If you don't mind, I don't mind" he stood up and both slept in the same bed. She did not want to rush things. It will happen sooner or later. She was not like that but Luke was different and so was she.

The next day was Saturday and it was their double date. So they practice cooking together. She taught him some things and he was a quick study so he learned it.

The date was at eleven so at one they could eat.

When they arrived, Max and Spencer were already there. Spencer looked at them and waved.

"There's lot of people here"

"Yeah it's a popular date place and it's a fun way to interact" said Penelope looking at them.

"Yeah it does. Max and I had been practicing this morning" said Spencer looking at his girlfriend.

"Spencer is pretty good" she said without reveling how much "how about a friendly competition?"

"Oh my God... yes!" Said Penelope.

"Wait what?" Luke was shocked.

"I trust you newbie" he raised his eyebrow "it will be fun. Beside I never saw or heard of Spencer cooking so I'm sure we will be fine"

Max smirked "so we have a deal?"

"Yeah but first... The winner will pick the next double date" said Penelope "because I want this to happen again. I love you too. You are like a Disney couple, because Derek and Savannah are Barbie and Ken so you are... Um... Cinderella and her prince"

They laughed "ok I would like it" said Spencer "I some ideas if we win. Since phantasmagoria will be next week"

"Oh yeah you mentioned it. It was tempting so let see if the good doctor win" he laughed and nodded.

They waited some more until it was time to walk in the restaurant.

The place was big, full of long tables, stoves, knifes and other things to cook. There was a man with a chef jacked on "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The W Pier. A restaurant school where the students of the chef school come to have experience with a true kitchen" he said "I'm Chef Martinez. Today we will cook some Hispanic food. And then we will eat them. Each couple will have a spot with the ingredients and the recipe, and of course everything you will need to cook. Pots, pans, knifes, spoons, forks... Everything" everyone nodded "now we will have a twist...." He smirked and all of them got nervous "the dynamic of today it's called 'Ratatouille' Challenge" which means that one of the couple will cook and the other will read and say the instructions. Like Remy and Linguini" Some people were afraid, mostly men "the Remy will be the women and the Linguini will be the men"

Luke looked at Penelope "did you know that?"

"I knew about they used dynamics but they never mentioned this"

"Well apparently it's something new" they looked at Spencer and Max and Luke said "can we cancel the bet?"

"No" said Max "are you chicken out?"

"NO" said Penelope "we can do it, I thrust you" she held his cheeks.

"Thank you but I don't trust in me" he sighed. She kissed him then she pulled away "umm ok that gave me hope and trust in myself" he laughed.

"Ok let's see. We labeled the tables with the last name of the couples. Most of you are boyfriend- girlfriend so we had to write both names. Please come here and look for your place" every couple walked there. Spencer and Max were next to Luke and Penelope "Ok the dishes you will be cooking today are from Hispanic countries"

Spencer and Max had to cook the Bandeja Paisa, a Colombian dish and Luke and Penelope had to cook Pastel de choclo.

"What the heck is a choclo?" Said Penelope reading the title of their dish.

"Ok people. One more rule. The girls will said the instructions one by one but in the moment you need help boys, you can raise your hand and one of our assistances will start the timer. She can be 5 minutes, that's all. No more time so you have to pick the right moment"

Luke looked at the ingredients and rubs his beard "Jesus..."

"Ok let's beginning... Now!" The men started to look the ingredients and their girlfriends to read the instructions.

"Ok Luke according to the translator choclo is corn. It's a Chilean dish and looks nice" she said.

"Ohk sounds good. Let's make this"

Meanwhile Spencer and Max started to cook "the Bandeja paisa is from Colombia. And it's a big meal" said Spencer.

"Good to now sweetheart but concentrate in the cooking because the red beans and the pork have to go in the pressure cooker" he nodded and did as she said.

Luke and Penelope were cooking the ground meat with some peppers and onions.

The two couples were working nicely but the others were a mess. Some men did not like to work blindly or there were arguments because they made the food different from what they had been telling.

Thankfully for Max and Penelope, their couples worked good under pressure and followed instructions.

Luke got lost once or twice during the cooking but managed to get thru. Spencer's memory helped him listened to Max's next instruction while working and remember what to do next.

At the end Luke requested Penelope's help to finished the dish while Spencer did not need the extra help but requested so she could some arepas, a circular corn bread from Colombia and Venezuela.

They finished and the chef congratulated them and invited them to take a seat, order wine and eat what they cooked.

Spencer, Max, Luke and Penelope sat down together and ordered a bottle with four cups.

"I never worked this hard in a kitchen" said Luke cutting some of his dish.

"I like to cook but I never make something like this" added Spencer.

They laughed "so Spencer let's try this" said Penelope getting some red beans and an arepa "oh my God... It's delicious" she smiled eating more.

After that they made jokes and ate the food. Then they were agree to order some dessert.

They ate some arroz con leche, since it's the Latin American night.

When they were about to leave Penelope said "we never figured who won the bet"

"I think Luke and I did a good job both and we both won. I'm normally super competitive but today I think it's a tie"

"I'm agree with Spence" added Max "but maybe next time we can pick the next one?" Max bit her lip.

Penelope nodded "yeah... This idea was fun but I think our next double date should be calmer" they laughs and nodded.

Then both couple leave. Luke and Penelope walked to his car and he said "Chica..." She looked at him "can I pick want we will do and with who?"

"Of course you can" she said smiling, this is something she liked about him "what do you have in mind?"

"Ok the next couple should be Matt and Kristy" he smiled "the activity it's a surprise" she laughed and nodded.

"Fair enough" she said "let's see what Mr Newbie have in mind"

OOooOOooOO

So... What do you think? Was it fun? I hope you enjoyed it and I already have the idea for this date.

The next chapter will be one of the cutest couple in the show.

[pineappledols]

A sweet gift

Credit to gif owner!

Summary- sometimes the little things in life make you remember the person you love the most.

Tags- @blindedbythelight @bubsdolan @babey-gray

Warning- fluff and cute boyfriend, girlfriend things.

A/n- hi, this is just a little something i thought was cute and decided to write about it. Please tell me what you think about it. Feedback would be very appreciate. If you are my sister please keep scrolling. Thank you so much for reading!

Y/n was just in Target getting some more diapers for Liana and a few groceries Ethan forgot while on his grocery run. Ethan, Grayson and Kristina were watching all the kids so y/n could have some alone time and so she could focus. Don’t get me wrong y/n LOVES her kids more than anything in the world but she didn’t want to deal with the mask slips, the Candy aisle and of boy the toy section.

Y/n enjoyed the time alone she found it very calming. Y/n got the diapers and almost all the groceries she needed. Y/n needed candy for the candy bowl Xavier and Elijah insisted that they needed for Halloween because “ the trick or treaters will get sad if we have no candy for them.” Y/n picked up some classic candy and her favorite Sourpatch watermelons for herself. On her way back to the front of the store to get to the cash register she caught something from the side of her vision.

Y/n stopped in her tracks to turn into the Halloween section of the store, a little light up pumpkin caught her eye. Y/n turned into the aisle to look at the small pumpkin but her ADHD got the best of her and she started to look at all the big and small Halloween decorations. Y/n picked up a medium sized light up pumpkin and ghost set and smiled. Memories of their first Halloween as a family flooded into her brain all the laughter, smiles and compliments from that night also came in.

Y/n gently tossed the decoration in the cart and kept walking slowly down the aisle. A small section of costumes approached her. A child ‘Barbie’ costume made her pause and think about how Grayson and her’s very first Halloween as a couple they went as ‘ Barbie and Ken’ Grayson’s idea of a first Halloween couple costume. Once she turned her head to the other side of the aisle and saw more decorations a medium sized ghost caught her eye so she picked it up and smiled once again thinking about when they were little Ethan would go under a sheet and scare the living hell out of her while Ethan and Grayson would laugh at her.

She placed the ghost decoration in her cart with a smile thinking Ethan would enjoy that little ghost to death or whatever death is for ghosts. Halloween is Grayson’s favorite holiday probably ever, he doesn’t stop talking about it even when it’s over but that’s another reason why y/n loves him. After y/n picked up a few more little decorations for the house because she couldn’t help it. An idea came into mind when she walked near the card section. When she walked in the aisle she walked towards the ‘cards for him’ and found a perfect Halloween themed card saying ‘you’re my boo so I have a surprise for you! 👻’ she thought it was the cheesiest thing she’s ever read so she know her Gray would love it. She placed the card in the cart and found a bag to put the little light up pumpkin and ghost in so it would be a gift. Y/n then went to look for some flowers that would go with the gift. Y/n found a dark themed bouquet that would go with the surprise perfectly.

Y/n then decided to call it quits and head where she was going in the first place. Once she made it to the cash register she picked up a few extra little candies for the gift and her sons. Although she got a little distracted per usual she finally made her way back to the car and placed the gift in the bag and drove back home. Once she made it back home she brought all the bags in and waited for her boyfriend to walk back in the living where she sat. Grayson walked out of the hallway and smiled when he saw y/n on her phone with a little gift. “Hey boo!” Grayson jokingly said sitting down next to his girlfriend. “Hi bubba!” Y/n replied with a soft kiss. Y/n picked up the flowers and took them from behind her back and smiled at Grayson. “I thought these were too cute and that they would look great on the counter.” Y/n happily excitedly gave them to Grayson. Grayson gently took them and smiled at her cuteness.

“Thank you! These look so beautiful but not as beautiful as you” Grayson said kissing y/n’s temple. Y/n blushed lightly and smiled. “I have one more thing for you well two actually.” She said handing him the card. Grayson placed the flowers on the coffee table and started to open the card he got handed. Grayson read the card and chuckled at the text printed and the little dirty joke she wrote down in the car. “A surprise for me?” Grayson asks. “Yes you!” Y/n replied with. Grayson opened the little gift and chuckled even more and looked at her. “Omg do these light up?!” Grayson questions happily. “Yes! Here let me help you.” Y/n helped turned the little switch on and giggled when Grayson gasped. “This is literally the best gift you have ever given me!” Grayson told you. “The best gift really? What about the whole vacation we went on for our anniversary?” Y/n curiously questions. “That was good but this. I love this so much. Thank you so much!” Grayson thanked while y/n giggled again.

“You are very welcome” y/n replied with kissing Grayson softly but then escalated quickly to a make out session. Grayson put down the flowers and the gift on the coffee table and gently hovered over y/n and lifted up her shirt kissing her breasts gently until they were interrupted by two four year olds running down the hallway.

“Mommy!”

*omg this is so short I hate it I’m so sorry *

[bobasheebaby]

Penny Prompts

1 “If I take it off, NAME wins.” “Sweetie, every night you don't kill him/her in his/her sleep, he/she wins.”

2 “Woman, you are playing with forces beyond your ken.” “Yeah, well your Ken can kiss my Barbie.”

3 “NAME, what did we say about being a nicer friend?” “Thank you.” “NAME, what did we say about being a gullible weeny?”

4 “I'm not signing a prenup.” “All right, NAME, listen up! You sign anything he/she puts in front of you, because you are the luckiest man/woman alive. If you let him/her go, there is no way you can find anyone else. Speaking on behalf of all men/women, it is not going to happen, we had a meeting.”

5 “What am I supposed to do?” “Err, keep your mouth off other men/women.”

6 “So you have a song stuck in your head. It happens to everybody.” “Well, I'm not everybody. I have an eidetic memory. I should be able to remember what song this is, but I can't. Something's wrong with me.” “I told you if we were patient, he'd/she’d figure it out for himself/herself.”

7 [Person a knocks on NAME’s door three times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.” [Knocks 3 times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.” [Knocks 3 times] “Who do we love?” “NAME.”

8 “NAME 's mad at me, and I'm not clear why.” “Okay, were you talking before he:she got upset?” “Yes.” “That's probably it.”

9 “Ignore them, NAME. They're just jealous because they'll never have a relationship as good as ours.” “Isn't this when he/she says "bazooka" or something?”

10 [looking at caller ID] “Ooh, looks like I'm gonna have sex tonight.” [answering phone] “Hey, baby...” “His/her right hand is calling him/her?”

11 “Doesn't he/she know you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?” “He/She doesn't have a boyfriend/girlfriend he/she has a NAME.”

12 “What kind of teenager did you think I was?” “Slutty.” “Easy.” “The word is 'popular'.”

13 “Once you open the box it loses its value.” “Yeah, yeah. My mom gave me the same lecture about my virginity. I gotta tell you, it was a lot more fun taking it out and playing with it.”

14 “Is that all you have? Shop-worn tidbits like ‘talk to him/her’ and ‘let it go’? Gee, NAME, life's given me lemons, what should I do?” “Well, you could shove them somewhere.”

15 “More Halloween candy. Didn't you just buy a bunch of it yesterday?” “Oh, yeah. That's gone. It's a rough month when Halloween and PMS hit at the same time.”

16 “I don't believe it. What's gotten into him/her?” “Oh, maybe a couple of virgin Cuba Libres that turned out to be kinda slutty.” “You didn't.” “Hey, you do your experiments, I do mine.”

17 “Come on, we are not old, boring people. We can do better than this.” “That's true. How late did we stay up last night?” “Almost 1 am.” “Damn straight almost 1 am. And we weren't even watching TV, we were watching Netflix like the kids do.” “Yeah. Is it a comedy, is it a drama? Nobody knows!”

18 “You gotta help me get my arm into my sleeve.” [Eyes closed] “Okay!” “Is that my arm?” “It doesn't feel like an arm.” “Then maybe you should let it go.”

19 “Who do I speak to about permanently reserving this table?” “I don't know, a psychiatrist?”

20 “Why would you buy peppermint schnapps?” “Because I like peppermint, and it's fun to say schnapps!”

21 “You wanna turn yourself into some sort of robot?” “Essentially, yes.” “Okay, here's my question: Didn't you already do that?”

22 “I would ask you to find some way to suppress your libido.” “I could think about you.” “Whatever works.”

23 “We cover ourselves in body paint and then we get on this big canvas and do our thing.” “Woah, that's kind of a big step for a guy/girl who only recently agreed to take his/her socks off.”

24 “He’s/She's only been here a day and a half, and I'm seriously considering alcoholism as a new career path.” “Hey, I talked to him/her for five minutes yesterday, and I've been half bombed ever since.”

25 [To NAME’s dog] “Bark once if you need me to call PETA.”

26 “NAME, that's not what boyfriends/girlfriends are for. Although you don't use them for what they're for, so what do I know?”

27 “Don't you dare knock!”

28 “Don't you think if a man/woman was living with me I'd be the first one to know about it?” “Oh, sweetie, you'd be the last one to know about it.”

29 “Good morning, slut!” “What?” “Oh, please! I recognise the walk of shame when I see it. All you're missing is a little smeared mascara and a purse with panties wadded up in it!”

30 “They're gonna get beaten up at that club.” “They're gonna get beaten up at Walgreens.”

31 “Holy crap on a cracker!”

32 “And then you put it back, compromising the rest of the onion rings.” “Aw honey, the buses don't go where you live do they?”

33 “What's up, buttercup?”

34 “And what kind of doctor removes shoes from asses?”

35 “Really still can't talk to me?”

36 “This is banana bread.” “This is a door knob.”

37 “Oh, I don't know. I don't want to manipulate him/her with sex.” “Oh, sweetie, that's what sex is for.”

38 “I'm a little low on cash.” “How much you got?” “Nothing.” “How can you walk around with no money?” “I'm cute, I get by.”

39 “And this is also not the right time. Do not propose.” “What?!” “I know that face. That's your proposed face.”

40 “Don't come to the hospital. We're headed home.” “Oh, that was fast. Did she sneeze the baby out?”

41 “NAME, will you marry me?” “Oh my god, yes!”

42 “Is this the stuff you want me to try on?” “No this is the stuff I want you to throw out. Seriously, don't even give it to charity. You won't be helping anyone.”

43 “If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?” “Well, not to steal from the bible, but turning water into wine sounds pretty good.”

44 “Oh, my God, you’re about to jibber jabber about jibber jabber.”

45 “I love him, but if he's broken, let's not get a new one.”

46 “We can't keep explaining everything. Read that book we gave you.”

47 “You know deep down inside, NAME’s a nice guy.” “The problem isn't what's on the inside. It's the creepy candy coating.”

48 “Um, you know it's kinda early. Do you wanna maybe come in for some coffee or something?” “Oh gee, its a little late for coffee isn't it?” “Aw, you think coffee means coffee. That is so sweet.”

49 “The thing about tomatoes, I think you will really enjoy this, is that they are shelved with the vegetables but they are technically a fruit.” “Interesting.” “Isn't it!” “No, I mean what you find enjoyable.”

50 “Do or do not do there is no try.” “Did you just quote Star Wars?” “I believe I quoted The Empire Strikes Back.”

51 “You can't let him/her get into your head.” “It's too late for me, my head is his/her summer house.”

52 “Well, while they're acting like teenagers we could do something grown up.” “Ooh, you mean like a museum?” “Yes, like a museum but anything else!”

53 “NAME’s being reasonable.” “Yeah, it's freaking me out. I'm gonna go.”

54 “Oh, my God, he/she won't stop.” “How does he/she keep coming up with new ways to be annoying?” “Nobody knows. That's why he’s/she's number one.”

55 “I love you.” “Who cares?”

56 “You're okay with an experiment where you have to answer awkward questions about your innermost feelings?” “Yes.” “Please can I do it with him/her, please.”

57 “Don't be like that. You two need to talk this out.” “Yeah, because you sound really funny.”

58 “I really thought he/she was going to say ‘let it go’.”

59 “Honey, you don't have to thank me every time we have sex, sweetie.”

60 “I finally realize I don't need to be famous or have some big career to be happy.” “Well what do you need?” “You, you stupid Poptart.”

61 “What are you saying? That I'm using my body to get dinner? That I'm some sort of Chinese food prostitute?”

62 “I was unstoppable. I was on fire. It was like my mind and my body were totally connected, like athletes must feel when they're in the zone.” “Again, it was miniature golf.” “Admit it, you're a little turned on.” “You can't be this proud.” “Why not?” “Because I beat you.”

63 “How do you not know how to use glue? Did you ditch pre-school?” “Yeah, but only because I was dating a second-grader.”

64 “Come on. How can you be sad when you're going home with all five foot six of this?” “You think you're five foot six? That's funny.”

65 “Look, I'm telling you I've done it. I clearly remember the cow standing up and then a cow on its side.” “Were you drunk?” “I was sixteen and in Nebraska, what do you think?” “I think you're the one who fell over.” “Well that would explain why the sky was also on its side.”

66 “I need to go back to dating dumb guys/girls from the gym.”

67 “We'll take you to the mall to get it done.” “Why? I can do it right here.” “Really? You have a piercing gun?” “No. All you need is a needle and an ice cube. I've done it, like, a dozen times.” “Oh, I don't know.” “Oh, come on. I'll be gentle. Let me take your ear virginity.” “This party's weird.”

68 “So is that it? Are we engaged?” “Yeah, I think so.” “All right.” “What's wrong?” “I'm not sure. It just feels a little anti-climactic.” “Yeah, it kinda does, doesn't it?”

69 “I promise next time I get married, it won't be a joke. It will be for love ... or money.”

70 “I don't understand, exactly how did he/she get any friends in the first place?” “We liked NAME.”

71 “Here, have some pizza, sweetie.” “You know I'm lactose intolerant.” “I know; I just need you to stop talking.”

72 “So, what do you think?” “I thought it would be a little more ... just more.” “I'm not even sure why we were out of breath.”

73 “I mean I was on fire. I was in the zone like an athlete.” “Sweetie, I beat you at this, too.”

74 “Well, I can't eat like a ten-year-old all the time.” “You're dating somebody! Who is it?” “What? What are you talking about?” “You only watch what you eat when you're afraid you might have to take your shirt off.”

75 “So I'm like a bran muffin?” “What? No, that's not what I'm saying.” “No, that's exactly what you're saying. I'm the boring thing you're choosing because I'm good for you.” “What does it matter? I'm choosing you.” “It matters a lot. I don't want to be a bran muffin. I want to be a cinnabon, a strawberry pop tart. Something you're excited about, even if it could give you diabetes.” “Sweetie, you can be any pastry you want.”