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in-som-niyah · 27 days

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GirlDad!Jason who supports you all throughout your pregnancy; holding your hair when you get sick, rubbing your sore feet and ankles, holding you through cramps/braxton hicks, buying you everything you craved etc.

GirlDad!Jason who cried for hours after she was born. His little girl, just as beautiful as you, all bundled up in soft blankets. He never believed he could love someone so much, it was like his entire body was burning with love and compassion for this little bean in his arms. For once, the world stopped, just for him.

GirlDad!Jason drives the most carefully he ever has in his life when coming back from the hospital. Despite your incessant giggling about how you've never seen him so scared, he drove like a damn senior citizen. He was carrying the most precious cargo, could you blame him?

GirlDad!Jason who changes diapers, feeds, bathes and plays with your daughter. He never leaves her for more than 5 minutes, and is involved to the point of mild annoyance. You would put your daughter down for 5 seconds and return to her gone, and in his arms. It's the most adorable thing though, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

GirlDad!Jason who can't stand to see your daughter upset. It's a trait he developed when she got to the toddler age, always fussing about everything she can't have and Jason giving in. Every time.

GirlDad!Jason who cries on her first day of kindergarten. Would never admit it though, but he hates seeing her grow up. He dreaded the day she learned how to tie her shoes and zip up her coat independently. It makes him feel like she doesn't need him anymore :(

GirlDad!Jason who will, without fail, play princesses, hair salon, tea party and barbies with his daughter. It doesn't matter if the world needs saving or if Bruce is up his ass, his daughter comes second to nothing. Even if it's to kiss a minor booboo she got while running around the house.

GirlDad!Jason who always brings back little trinkets and toys for his daughter. Her bedroom will be cluttered with stuffed animals and shiny things that caught his eye or reminded him of her. She would anticipate his key in the door which meant daddy brought home something for her. No matter how old she gets, he won't stop.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely fucks up bullies. Be it in kindergarten or in college, Jason will make sure she and her friends are never bothered again. I cannot disclose his methods for legal reasons.

GirlDad!Jason who doesn't freak out about periods. He's so loving and supportive and doesn't ever make her feel ashamed about it. He'll bring her tea, hot chocolate, hot water bottles, painkillers, heating pads and rub her back if she's in a lot of pain. He'll take the day off to stay with her, and never force her to go to school on those days.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely spoils his daughter shamelessly. Mom said no more sweets? Well dad sure isn't going to place a bag of candy under her pillow the next day. She wants a car for her 16th birthday? His baby gets a pink Porsche with a bow on top. She's obsessed with X artist? All the merch in the world miraculously ends up in her room.

GirlDad!Jason who will tower menacingly over her first partner. It doesn't matter how much you or your daughter like them, Jason's imagining a thousand ways to hide their dismembered body.

GirlDad!Jason who needs to be talked down from killing said partner when he finds his daughter balled up in a crying mess on her bed when they break up. Nobody makes his precious girl sad. He'll definitely egg their house without your knowledge. He buys her everything she could ever ask for to make her feel better, no matter how stupidly expensive.

GirlDad!Jason who's always up to a conversation. No matter how embarrassing or personal, he'll listen and give honest advice. Because he's so open, your daughter almost never hides anything from him.

GirlDad!Jason who bawls after dropping her off at university. Again, would never admit it, but sleeps on the floor of her bedroom for the first month she's away. He can't help but miss his little (adult) girl. He also flips through pictures and videos on his phone of when your daughter was little and sheds a few tears. Honestly it only makes you love him more.

GirlDad!Jason who still doesn't like your daughter's college partner. He's better this time around, but still. Don't put murder past him. Yet.

GirlDad!Jason who cries when your daughter shows him her shiny new engagement ring. He's so excited yet terrified. His baby girl is all grown up now.

GirlDad!Jason who walks your daughter down the isle with the brightest smile on his face. He slowly comes around to liking her fiancé(é) and honestly wishes them well.

GirlDad!Jason who meets your daughter at the hospital, ready to meet his new granddaughter for the first time. He holds her in his arms, just like he did his daughter, and gleams knowing the cycle is repeating itself. He couldn't be more excited.

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a/n: sequel to this post i guess??? i needed something cute with jason and his daughter bc..... well..... we don't talk about my own father :D

night night guys

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martiniluvr · 2 months

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IDK if requests are open but i NEED a Jason Todd hc as a dad

Love yaaa

🎧

they absolutely are ESPECIALLY for dad!jason omg… headcanons under the cut 🩷

also my first emoji anon hi ily 🥹

minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

jason todd never thought he’d be a father, but now that he is one, he can’t imagine life any other way.

I know in my heart of hearts he’s a girl dad. just picture it. everything about it makes sense.

she inherits his little white streak, and it’s his favourite thing in the world.

he’s determined to be the father he always wanted needed. he’s loving, affectionate, gentle, and fiercely protective of his little girl. from the first time he holds her as a newborn, he knows he’d kill die for her.

there’s no request he can deny his child. donuts after breakfast? of course, he’ll have one too. flashy cartoons before bed? absolutely. playing hair salon before school? he’s dropping her off with butterfly clips still in his white streak.

one day, you get a call from the school about an incident in class that started with a boy breaking her barbie pencil and ended in a bloody nose.

“my daddy told me it’s okay to punch mean people! he says he does it all the time at work.” oops.

you glare at jason, but he can’t hide the proud smile on his face. you apologise profusely to the teacher, ensuring this will be dealt with. as you leave the school, though, jason takes your daughter’s small hand in his, giving it an encouraging squeeze, and you know you can’t be mad for long.

there will come a day when you both have to contend with the challenges of adolescence—prom, parties, mood swings, driving. jason will have to meet her first boyfriend, and he won’t be able to hide his disapproving scowl.

for now, though, you take in the sight of one of gotham’s most feared vigilantes and the pigtailed little girl tugging at his sleeve. he bends down so she can whisper in his ear, and then turns to look at you with a grin. “I think rainbow ice cream sounds great, doll. whaddya think, ma?”

sigh…dad!jason you live in my heart 🫶

#martiniluvr’s asks #🎧 anon #jason todd #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dad!jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood fluff #red hood headcanon #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dc comics #batman #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine

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anikaluv · 9 months

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I'LL BE THERE —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: stalking , Miles being a barbie kinnie, reader realizing there’s no escape lmao

❤︎︎ summary: Miles was your ex from a year ago, and you had completely moved on, blooming in your new life. So, why was he just now popping up everywhere?

❤︎︎ w/c: 800

❤︎︎ a/n: Was thinking about how Barbie has a million different jobs and went like, “What if that was Miles?”

E!42 MILES getting so frustrated in an argument you two were having; looked you dead in the eyes and spat, "If you don't like that shit, you can get up and leave."

E!42 MILES being genuinely shocked when that is precisely what you did, thinking this was just gonna be another one of the little squabbles you two were used to having

E!42 MILES realizing in the next following months that you could live perfectly without him and move on, while he, on the other hand, was going through the worst turmoil of his life

E!42 MILES deciding that whether or not you wanted him in your life, he needed you in his. So he was going to get you back no matter what

E!42 MILES turning around to greet you with a cheeky grin on his face at the cafe you’ve been a regular for the past 6 years as the barista going, “Hello precious, ¿Qué será para ti hoy? (What will it be for you today?)”

E!42 MILES ignoring your look of surprise as he jots down your usual order that he already has memorized and then has the audacity to look back into your eyes and ask, “Can I get a name for the order, please?”

E!42 MILES a few days later watching as you pull in your cart full of groceries to checkout and couldn't help but laugh mischievously when your jaw dropped when seeing that he was the cashier. (He made sure to scan your items very slowly)

E!42 MILES becoming the bus driver of the bus you took every day to work. Pulling up to your bus stop, opening the doors, tipping his hat, and greeting you with a playful smile. "Mornin', mi vida (my life), pretty day, ain't it?", ignoring your eye roll as you stepped onto the bus.

E!42 MILES who “coincidently” ditches the home gym he’s been using since he started being the prowler and starts going to the exact same gym as you, sucking in his breath when he sees you squat in those tight seamless shorts

E!42 MILES who’s happy to treat you and your niece to some ice-cream at the park inside of the ice cream truck he now works at, playfully chuckling at you as you arrogantly shoved the money into his chest.

E!42 MILES sitting comfortably in a salon chair at your normal nail salon as a nail tech, ready to paint whatever design you desire on your delicate fingers

E!42 MILES who types into his computer at your local bank as your bank teller, prepared to enter in your weekly / monthly checks when you walk in. Taking your check out of your hand to observe it, acting shocked like it’s not its about the same amount every time. “Woah, cariño (darlin’) , did’nt know my girl worked this hard.” (He was proud of you, he knew his girl could achieve anything she wanted on her own )

E!42 MILES who welcomes you openly to his salon chair at your favorite hair salon when your usual stylist “happens” to be out of town going, “Hey mami, you want the usual?”

E!42 MILES at your library organizing books loudly while you’re studying for a important exam, holding his finger at your lips when you’re about to explode and scream and whispers, “Baby, this is a quiet environment, quiet your lips f’me aight?”

E!42 MILES clocking in as your yoga instructor at your yoga studio only on the one day of the week you go, wearing a purple headband with a tight tank top and yoga pants that showed the ass you didn’t know he had. You groaning as he does doggy style shouts, “Thats it ladies! You want to really arch your back like this!” while smirking. (Kelly Clarkson’s “What doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger” is playing in the back)

E!42 MILES who works at your local mall at Nike on one knee in front of you happily assisting you put on one of the pairs of shoes, locking eyes with you the whole time wearing that smug grin he always got. (When he was finished you kicked him in the face before he got up, but lets be honest, he probably fell in love more)

E!42 MILES being on the plane you were taking to move and get away from him. Wearing his flight attendant uniform and slowly making his way down the aisles. Finally getting to you and turning to you as that cute scowl appears on your face while nonchalantly saying, “Would you like some pretzels, ma? They gluten-free.”

E!42 MILES chuckling loudly when you downright ask him why was he following you everywhere like a stalking creep, amused that you haven’t gotten the message yet

E!42 MILES picking up your chin to make you give him all of your attention, leaning down to where your lips brushed against each other, and spoke in a quiet tone no one else heard,

“Doesn’t matter where you go or what you do conejita (bunny), I’ll be there."

ENDING A/N: Is this really extra and extremely unrealistic, damn right. But its funny.

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weoris · 4 months

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-DOLLYOU!

GNRE enhypen fluff drabble roommates au PRNG sunghoon x female reader OTHR makeup I stole a joke from friends ( the best ) WRDS 485 words

“CAN YOU HURRY UP?” Sunghoon whined as he scrolled on his phone, laying on your bed. You roll your eyes as you put your headband on, “Hoon, I haven’t even started my makeup, it’s been twenty seconds.”

The boy just pouts again and lets you continue.

Sunghoon was just dying to watch the barbie movie, says it’s been his dream to watch it (since 15 minutes ago) and had begged you to go watch it with him.

Honestly, you weren’t a huge fan, but you couldn’t help but agree with his sparkly eyes and pout working its begging-magic. So here you were, applying your blush when you noticed sunghoon staring at you from the mirror with his eyebrow raised comically.

Chuckling, you turned to him. “What, princess sunghoon? You want a schedule at my beauty salon?” He says nothing but walks forward.

“What does this even do?” He says, picking up your brush, and looking at it like it were some unusual artefact. You scoff and take the brush back, “It’s a brush, stupid. It helps with my blush.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You need to wear blush too? I think you’re taking this ‘pink dress code’ thing too far..” he jokes with a chuckle, but it stops when you hit his arm. “Hoon, how are you this clueless? Didn’t you date Haeyoon like a few months ago? You never saw her getting dolled up? For a birthday or an anniversary? Or even a dinner?

Sunghoon pouts and looks up, putting his hands in his pockets and eyebrows furrowing as if he was thinking hard. “Well, she didn’t have a birthday or an anniversary when we were going out.”

“For three years?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically, “Can you just hurry up please? Everywhere I go, I see people talking about Ryan Gosling’s abs and I have to see them in 4K!”

You chuckle and continue putting the product on, but you feel his gaze lingering on you through the mirror. “I don’t even get why you need all this stuff.. you look.. pretty enough without it.” He tilts his head.

Looking back at him, you say nothing but try to hide your flustered feeling and reddening face with a scoff.

“Look, you don’t even need this blush thing! You’re pink enough right now!” He teased and pointed at your face. “Shut up!” You covered your face and hit his arm.

He stopped laughing and flailing about after a while and put his chin on top of your head, standing behind you and taking your hands in his own.

He slowly removed your hands from your face and chuckled lightly. “You look cute. Now let’s go watch Ryan’s abs, pretty.” Sunghoon smiled, looking at your flush face through the mirror and grazing your hands with his thumb softly, before ruffling your hair and leaving the room.

Also leaving you, a blushing mess.

NOTE 〰️ r u mad at me for the smau schedule.. figured so I made this 🤣🤣 it’s in the works and abt to be release I swear ❕ love yall + don’t kill me 😁

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eternalsa2z · 5 months

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GGLAM: Krystal

"Hiiiii Krissy! Welcome to GGLAM!"

Kristie had been going to "GGLAM By Polly" for a few weeks. Normally a high end salon wouldn't be her thing. But after "Paula's Cuts" shut down and was replaced by this Barbie-like boutique, her choices were limited. Of course, it also helped the the bubbly and beautiful Polly 'grandmothered' in all of Paula's old clients, offering the old prices for whatever their old styling used to be.

Of course, Polly was always pushing for this or that. Telling her client that she'd look cute with extensions. How she should totally go blonde. That thick and curvy waves with a full body were sooooo in right now. Kristie would always decline the over-enthusiastic bimbo, who to her credit would always drop the subject and do something simple. Kristie did appreciate that her stylist always listened and obeyed her...or maybe the ditz just forgot she offered a total makeover just a few minutes before.

"You're hair is soooo soft and shiny and pretty! Do you trust me?"

Honestly, she did. Polly was exciteable but never did anything Kristie didn't want. So whether it was the stylist's adorable eagerness, the endless happy salon music, or an inner curiosity wearing her down, she relented and consented.

With a squeal of excitement, Polly got to work. Blowing. Teasing. Fluffing. It felt like forever and Kristie almost dozed off as the bubbly beautician tried something new and exciting. When the makeover artist's long acrylic nails tapped on her shoulder, Kristie stared at the mirror in a daze.

"You're such a good girl letting me give your hair a makeover! Do you like it?" Polly asked hopefully.

Kristie nodded. It was...pretty. Sexy almost, but not too over the top. She liked it. Somehow, for some reason, she wished Polly had gone further.

"OMG your face is flawless! You're, like, a literal Barbie!"

Kristie blushed, even if her face didn't show it under all that foundation. Polly's compliments were what convinced her to do more this time. Sure, her hair was kept simple, just washed in a special silicone enriching bath that Polly kept gushing about. But this was the first time Kristie had agreed to pay for the 'Pretty Girl Package'.

The results were stunning. The pink lipstick, the pink top, the little sparkly earrings all made her mind sparkle. She couldn't help but giggle with giddiness alongside her stylist, especially after Polly told her that the package meant she could take all the products home for free.

"Look at you Krissy! Ur, like, a living advertisement for GGLAM! An adorable doll on display!"

As Kristie posed, she processed the words. Her new blonder and curlier hair. Even her somehow curvier form that fit that new dress juuuuuuust right. For a moment she tried to think about it, whether the change was too much. But Polly played that catchy little jingle from the salon as she snapped some photos and Krissy forgot what she was worried about.

There was nothing to worry about! All she had to do was let Polly make her pretty. Wear the cute clothes. Be a GGLAM model. It was soooo easy and soooo nice to let someone doll her up and dress her so sexy. It's like Polly was always saying - Good Girls Love A Makeover!

"Yesssss Krissy! Look at my little blonde angel! You're shining like a diamond...or like, a Krystal!"

Krissy felt amazing. After weeks of makeovers, special supplements, enriching hair treatments she finally went blonde. 'Bimbo blonde' as Polly called it. They left a bit of Krissy's dark roots as a reminder of her old self...but, like, Krissy could barely remember what she looked like before she started working with Polly.

But Krissy didn't worry. Or think. She just did what she was told. Sat obediently in the chair. Gave a smile for the camera. Did a little twirl on command. Polly knew best. Krissy trusted Polly. Krissy would be GGLAM's good girl model.

"Krystal you've been, like, an uh-may-zing client! I've sooooo loved helping you become the super pink girly girl bimbo you told me you were on the inside!"

Krystal just posed and pouted prettily. She, like, didn't 'member telling Polly that she wanted to be a bimbo. Or even looking like such a girly girl before. But, like, Polly must've known. She always knew what was best!

Now Krystal looked her best. She was a bit sad Polly said that after her latest pink makeover her 'Good Girl Package' was done. But quickly happiness took over as her cotton candy pink brain saw her candy pink new hair and yummy new body. As pink and pretty on the outside as she was on the outside, with a hawt new bod to match her mind.

"Hiiiii this is GGLAM by Polly, 'cuz Good Girls Love A Makeover! I'm Krystal...how can I, like, help make you beautiful?"

She stared blankly at the mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair and admiring her makeup. Her simple little mind couldn't memorize much beyond that silly short intro line, but luckily Polly had a 'lil repetitive tape that helped drill the greeting into her head. GGLAM's new reception needed to make a good first impression!

After month going to GGLAM, Krystal always made a good first impression. Especially after Polly plumped up her lips even more. It was sooooo worth it quitting her old job. Not only did she, like, get to hang out at the salon allllll day, but Polly gave her comp...complimen...like, free makeovers for working there! It was totes the best deal ever!

She was a total GGLAM girl now. But as she talked the next client...she hoped she wouldn't be the last. Good girls love a makeover...and bimbos need besties...

#f2f transformation #bimboification #hypnosis #gglam salon

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shelovesmyheartshapedsunglasses · 10 months

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🩷 ✨ aphrodite cabin headcanons 🪩 💌

aphrodite cabin headcanons bc the way rick wrote them was fucked up. let them be silly and hyperfemme and girlypop i am begging you.

they have a billion playlists for different occasions (getting ready in the morning, arts and crafts, capture the flag, etc.) that they share with the apollo cabin.

to clarify, they are not allowed to use the capture the flag playlist anymore because they are permanently banned from playing after a hermes kid almost lost an arm.

the clothes in the camp store are ugly as hell so they convinced chiron to let them set up racks of clothes they don’t wear or just bought specifically for the store, of course with low prices because everyone should be able to look hot. there are crop tops, bandeau tops, all different length skirts, rompers, and even cute shoes. the aesthetics range from y2k to hippie to coquette to fairy grunge to mermaidcore to goth, with sizes ranging from 3XS to 5XL.

they have huge storage units of makeup and hair stuff that they gladly lend out to other campers. they even have dye and bleach from arctic fox and salon-grade brands. don’t worry about how they got it.

they regularly have movie nights using a projector with blankets, popcorn, and cuddle piles. their favorites to watch are mean girls, legally blonde, clueless, jennifer’s body (a halloween tradition), enchanted, the house bunny, but i’m a cheerleader, tangled, mama mia, the sisterhood of the traveling pants, and all three high school musicals (they know all the songs by heart, ofc).

the whole “nico was the first person who ever came out at camp” thing is literally the dumbest thing i’ve ever read, so that’s just not true and the aphrodite cabin has organized every pride event at camp for years now. no one knows how they do it or where they get all that glitter, and no one is brave enough to ask.

you need love advice? you’re questioning your sexuality and need to talk to someone about it? you need a girltalk session and some hypewomen? you need to make sure the harpies don’t get you when you and your partner sneak out to a secluded spot on the beach? they got u, babes, don’t even worry about it.

they all have perfumes and colognes customized to their signature scents.

their support for the trans community could rival the dionysus cabin. also they worship dylan mulvaney like the goddess she is because i worship her like the goddess she is, and i make the rules.

no one has better halloween costumes than then. no one. if you look as good as them, it’s because you borrowed supplies from them.

insanely good matchmakers.

when one of them is sad, they all stop everything they’re doing until their sibling feels better. that means skincare, hair-braiding trains, manicures while watching barbie movies, and those frosted sugar cookies. no, they will not, under any circumstances, participate in camp activities until they’re sure their sibling is okay.

their favorite show is sex education. when they watch it, they send the younger campers into the big house with a hephaestus-cabin-engineered ipad to watch monster high and ever after high until they’re done. dionysus does not approve of having to babysit, but after he went to chew out the rest of the cabin and found them in tears with mascara trails because they got to season 2, he stopped interfering.

drew and will got the two cabins together to bribe and beg chiron for eras tour tickets. it did not work (much to nico’s delight, who would’ve been persuaded into going by his boyfriend). in retaliation, they put pink hair dye in his shampoo, and the apollo cabin cursed him to randomly sing what he says with no warning. dionysus has never been so entertained.

they have no tolerance for pick-me girls or slut-shaming.

piper apologized to drew once she matured and started dating shel.

they all have phones that they hide from everyone else, complete with protection spells from the hecate cabin. they all have a family group chat and facetime basically every day when summer ends. shel and valentina are best friends now.

being the only boy, mitchell used to get bullied a lot by insecure middle school ares boys. that is, until his sisters caught wind and gave them hell. now, no one messes with mitchell, and especially not with his sisters.

they absolutely lose their shit when they realize some of the younger campers are too young to know one direction.

they’re closer to the apollo kids (and nico) than any other cabin.

they have a bookshelf full of nothing but romance. red, white, and royal blue, the falling on love montage, pride and prejudice, cemetery boys, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, like a love story, heartstopper, the list goes on and on (no colleen hoover, though, yuck).

their acrylics and press-ons are deadly.

they have bunk beds, but more often than not you’ll find them sharing beds like they’re at a sleepover.

the cabin is extremely maximalist, with little disco balls, pink and lavender everywhere, fake flowers, and full-length mirrors because no, they’re not sharing.

because their mom is the goddess of love, they all identify as either bi, pan, queer, or don’t use labels. they just love love.

they all have matching “free britney” crop tops.

#percy jackson #drew tanaka #piper mclean #silena beauregard #aphrodite #aphrodite cabin #rick riordan #riordanverse #percy jackson headcanon

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greenandsorrow · 8 months

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salon!Barbie🪞/ryangosling!Ken

Hello there lovely! Is there a possible chance I could make a request for a Ken x female reader where the reader is a barbie doll and is stereotypical barbies best friend and reader Barbie is like a salon barbie 💖 she is so in love with Ken but he is so infatuated by stereo barbie. An say stereo barbie wants to help the reader win Ken’s heart as she never liked him in that way anyways. Perhaps during their travels back from the real world when they find everything’s changed to the Kendom the only way for ken to see sense is if Salon barbie confronts him and expresses her feelings in hopes he will change everything back and finally see the Barbie he is meant to be with?

PS; I hope the sweet Barbie who requested this likes the way it came out and that it's not too far away from your vision!! This fic follows the events of the movie. Also, you'll probably gonna need a snuck🍿

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Tags; @xmrsrogersx 💕

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~Who is Salon Barbie?~ ✨aka you✨

You, salon Barbie -referred to as B by most- are the one responsible for all things beauty related in Barbieland. Haircuts and hairstyling being your speciality. And just like your profession is to make others pretty, you are so very pretty yourself. You're not full of it though, always humble and sweet, perhaps too humble at times.

Your best friend is stereo Barbie and you two are almost never seen without each other's company. Both of you blonde and always pampered up to perfection. However, while stereo Barbie's hair is almost white, your hair is a warm blonde, fluffed up like you belong in old Hollywood, golden era. The fashion you dress yourself in, also seems to reflect that time. White fur shawls and pink, satin, slip dresses, mary jane pumps, corsets, stockings, pearls and diamonds. Obviously, that has to do with the fact you were created as a Christmas, limited edition salon Barbie, in order to honor the glittery glamour of a far away era. That being said, you do have a salon, but you do NOT have a Ken. (and we all know that your bestie does, or that's what you all initially thought 🫢)

You're in your best friend's car, sitting in the passenger seat, finally returning back home.

Gloria and her daughter, Sasha, have also joined you, since Mattel's CEO had decided to hunt the lot of you down.

You like these two, especially Sasha. Her hair is so pretty and you can't wait to style it once you get hold of your equipment.

While in the real world, stereo Barbie discovered it wasn't actually Sasha she had to find but her mother. Your friend's experience in the real world was so purposeful. She heard so many different opinions about the effects she has on young girls and society as a whole, she felt *real* emotions and gained the ability to empathize. Your bestie also told you about the beautiful older ladies she had come across.

On the other hand, you didn't have to see real humans to feel emotional. You were always very sensitive. That big city had scared you, the poisonous glances from other women and the suggestive comments from men about your clothing choices and appearance had made you feel small. But you had enjoyed some moments there as well. You had enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin, petting stray kittens, watching little kids have fun in the playground. You had also enjoyed visiting a real salon for the first time ever. Obviously, you didn't fix anyone's hair that time, but the vibes of the environment, with all these beautiful, hard working women, discussing their daily struggles while also dedicating some time to look after themselves, had warmed your plastic heart.

When it comes to the reasons you left Barbieland, the main one was in fact...Ken. Beach Ken is the one thought always clouding all others in your blonde head. It doesn't matter you tried to deny your feelings, suppressing them with all your might, you are infatuated by these too bright, blue pappy eyes, the slightly husky voice and.... Jeez girl! We get it, you're in love with Ken!

But it's not that simple, even though you wish it were. Stereotypical Barbie and beach Ken have been linked together since the very first day Barbieland came into existence. And just like a Ken is supposed to do, the Ken in question has no eyes for anyone but his "assigned Barbie", meaning...your best friend. The fact that she is uninterested in being ''girlfriend and boyfriend'' with him barely easies the pain in your chest. (You're not meant to feel heartbroken)

When Barbie announced her departure -to get rid of cellulite, bad breath, thoughts of death and flat feet- Ken had told you he just HAD to go with her. You just couldn't resist helping him sneak into your bestie's car and eventually coming with them to the real world.

As you stare at the sign that welcomes you to Barbieland, you can't help but think to yourself how much you miss your friends and your hot pink hair rollers.

So many drastic changes in your life had turned your perfect world upside down and you felt guilty knowing that, in the centre of them all was your longing for Ken to notice you, actually see you in the same light you've seen him since the moment you set foot in your plastic utopia.

°•°•°B's flashbacks°•°•°

°• It was the beginning of another perfect day.

You and Barbie, Barbie and of course Barbie were taking your daily stroll at the beach. You were trying to suppress the excitement that came with being in Ken's territory. If you were lucky, you'd even be able to greet him!

You weren't lucky.

He didn't even look in your direction, too focused to get your friend's attention.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Ken."

Barbie knew you were attracted to Ken and she felt so so bad she was basically in the way between you and her oblivious friend. Because in her mind that's all Ken was to her. Sure, beach Ken was like an "add on" to her doll version in the real world, but she just couldn't see how that meant she and Ken had to be romantically involved.

"Barbie, watch what I can do!"

And with that Ken was off running towards the big plastic waves, surfing board at hand.

The discomfort your friend had felt was more than evident, maybe she was even embarrassed that Ken was going to such extents to gain her attention.

On the other hand, you had been simply standing next to her, feeling invisible regardless of the coral pink slip dress and diamond jewellery you were wearing that day. But that -familiar by then- numbness was soon replaced with worry.

Everyone gasped when Ken bounced back from the waves and landed on the beach.

You were the first to rush to him and kneel beside him, concern written on your features.

"Ken?! Oh sweet maker! Ken are you hurt?!"

He had looked at you with curiosity, for a moment forgetting he had to pout so that stereo Barbie would have to comfort him.

"Barbie...B... I'm-"

You had unconsciously placed a palm on his muscular chest, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by him, but before his brain had time to make anything out of your reaction, doctor Barbie was on her way to her "patient", stereo following close behind.

You had reluctantly removed your hand from him, avoiding his still curious gaze as you stood up and went to join the rest of your friends.

For the rest of your time at the beach, you sat silent, discreetly watching Barbie (your friend) and Ken (your crush) interact, as Ken was healing from his fall.

°• "So... is Ken going to be at the party?", your tone had shown just how nervous you were.

"Of course! I invited him just for you."

Barbie had given you one of her perfect smiles through the reflection of your salon mirror.

Whenever an occasion asks for it, you are always the one to pamper your friends. One might think that as a chore, but to you it's not just super fun, it's your purpose.

So, for the last couple of hours, you'd been doing the make up looks and hair of each Barbie, while engaging in small talk with them, which mostly consisted of compliments.

Your bestie had been the last "client" in your salon and after you were done with her, she kept you company while you busied yourself with your own make up and hair.

Taking out the last hair roller in your perfectly blown out hairstyle, you noticed Barbie was too silent for her usual talkative self.

"Beautiful, is something wrong?"

Your first guess was that she wasn't satisfied with the volume of her hair.

"B, I might have made a little decision, without asking you first."

"Oh! Please tell me you didn't choose the confetti's colour without me!!"

"No, no, no. Of course not! I would never do that to you! We agreed on purple, blue and pink. It's something silly actually..."

"Barbie you can tell me, I won't cry. I so so promise."

Stereo Barbie was aware of the melodramatic way you reacted to things. But in Barbieland not hiding your uniqueness was a brave thing to do, so she never judged you but always admired your temperament.

"I might have invited Ken to YOUR place without YOUR permission."

You had frozen in place.

"I thought you'd like to, you know, do his hair or something."

She smiled at you for the second time that evening.

You weren't sure of what you had felt at that moment. You were shocked, but in a pleasant way. Butterflies were flying in your stomach and even though you couldn't physically blush, you had felt your face grow warmer.

Your reaction was a genuine one.

"Barbie, honey, that's so very nice of you!"

You had run and hugged your friend tightly, laughing your silly girly laugh you only shared with her.

"Oh! Barbie, please tell me is my hair in place?!

Barbie! Where do you think you're going?! Is that dress shiny enough?!"

All the while you were going crazy, Barbie had been slowly making her way to the back exit.

"B, Ken's going to be here any minute now, it's best if I go."

"THANK YOU!"

°• "Hmh... B?"

That was Ken, clearing his throat before calling you from the entrance of the salon/lounge/ dream house you owned. There wasn't an actual door, since the fronts of all houses had no walls, but the place you had been standing wasn't visible from where Ken was calling you from.

"Coming!"

Stereo Barbie had just left when you made your way to Ken, with a smile so big plastered on your face that your cheeks hurt.

It was your moment to shine.

"Hi Ken!!"

"Hi B! Barbie told me that you were fixing everyone's hair for her giant blow out party with all the Barbies and a planned choreography."

That smug but also awkward smile was going to be the end of you.

"Indeed I am! Come in!"

Looking back, that had been one of the most nerve racking moments of your existence.

You of course were able to perform and fix Ken's super soft, smelling like heaven hair, but your communication skills had abandoned you.

Thanks to Ken's energetic person though, awkward silence was avoided.

"You were really brave at the beach today Ken."

"Just doing my job B"

"Especially when you told Ken to beach off, you are so brave and-"

You had stopped yourself, not daring to say anything remotely risky. But Ken's attention had been drawn elsewhere. He was inspecting his hair in the mirror. You were almost done with him but you had -obviously without him knowing- taken more time than what you actually needed to style his hair.

"Will she find me pretty?"

His voice sounded small, like he was talking to himself. You felt like exploding. How had he not noticed the way you were looking at him?! YOU found him "pretty".

"I think you're handsome"

But your own voice was merely above a whisper. You saw his shoulders' movement, which led you to believe he had heard your compliment. However, he just went closer to the mirror, making sure everything was in place and "Good enough for Barbie".

You had felt a weird sensation in your stomach, weighing you down, but it wasn't in your nature to act on envy. You always acted on support and understanding.

You had reluctantly put a hand on his shoulder, managing to keep eye contact with him in the mirror.

"I think Barbie will find you very attractive Ken"

"Thank you B! You're the best!"

And with that he was out of your place and on his way to the party. After making sure you were "good enough" for maker knows who, you had started for Barbie's dream house as well, not sure if you were in the mood for partying anymore.

°• The party went as expected. Perfect.

You were in awe of all your friends' beauty. You felt so proud of them for simply being who they are, being enough. But truth is, you didn't feel enough that evening.

You had hoped Ken would be on the dance floor for the choreography. Your bestie had promised you she'd try to get you close to him, giving you guys a chance to dance together. Nothing went according to plan. (Your life wasn't perfect anymore, something unacceptable for a doll.)

You danced and danced, having spotted Ken holding a cup and looking miserable. He never looked in your direction, not even once.

Instead, he only made a move to join the dance floor scene when he noticed another Ken was dancing with stereo Barbie.

He still hadn't noticed you till the end of the party. And after the party. And while you were standing in your friend's apartment, watching her bid him goodbye.

He hadn't left. He had insisted on staying.

You knew none of this was your friend's fault. You couldn't blame her for Ken's infatuation with her. She's the most loyal and dedicated friend you could have asked for... she's perfect. But so are you. (Turns out that night had gone very wrong for both of you. Broken hearts and thoughts of death don't belong in Barbieland)

You couldn't help wishing you were her. You had burst in tears when Ken had tried to kiss Barbie.

That night you didn't stay over for "girls' night". In fact, you decided to never have one again. You felt terrible. Like a piece of furniture in the background.

Still, you just couldn't hate Ken. You had instead decided to blame yourself for liking him in the first place. It wasn't something planned. It wasn't meant to happen. Something was wrong with you. Maybe it was your turn to join Weird Barbie (and maybe do something about her hair).

°•°•°•°back to present°•°•°•°

Barbie and you are shocked to find Barbieland is now in fact called "Kendom" and the roles have all been reversed.

It's like someone took a piece of the real world and tried to make it work in your pink paradise.

Everywhere you look there is a Barbie taking care of a Ken's every little desire. You even spot President Barbie cheering some Kens who are playing beach volley.

Barbie is driving straight to her Dream house, unsure of what all this means. You're both surprised to find Ken there. You sigh in relief to know he made it safely back to Barbieland. Your friend however looks offended to say the least as she gets out of her car and heads to her house.

You end up feeling invisible once again, staying with Gloria and Sasha as Barbie confronts Ken for taking over her Dream house that is now called "Ken's Dojo Mojo Casa House".

You suppress a smile as the name sounds so satisfying to you. No B, that is wrong!

Ken took over BARBIEland and just look at him! He's changed. What's with these clothes and the huge fur coat? How does his hair look so good with the bandana?! He is so annoying for being so full of himself all of a sudden! Why would anyone wear a fur coat so big anyway?! But then again, you do have an excessive collection of fur shawls. Confidence looks good on him, doesn't it now?

No! Teaching the Kens about that thing called "patriarchy" was a stupid decision. But you understand how he feels all too well. He said it. He felt respected and seen out there. You could have made him feel this way but he never gave you a chance.

Barbie snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Let's get out of here!"

The four of you end up in Weird Barbie's house, along with Allan and some discontinued dolls.

Your friend has been going through the motions, but you're not planning to leave her side. You are currently brushing her hair with your favourite brush you always have on you for such emergencies.

"I don't remember sending *you* to the real world Marilyn."

"Haha, never Marilyn, though Mattel took inspiration from her to design me..."

"You went for him, didn't you? The hot, six pack, sapphire eyes Ken, didn't ya?"

"I thought it wasn't that obvious"

"Honey please, it's my job to notice when something is off on your pretty faces."

"Is it that bad of a thing to do?"

"He's lucky that you're so in love with him. That's all."

"Like he knows", that's Allan. Allan has always been a friend of yours. His awkward sense of humour and honesty make him the nicest company you could have ever asked for. But right now, his comment only causes you pain.

Ken is even more handsome than before leaving Barbieland, but he never felt more far away from your reach.

He had already rejected Barbie's attempt to make peace with him by becoming his long distance -and a bunch of other things- girlfriend.

The situation feels so hopeless and you just can't accept that, sweet and kind Ken is now the reason Barbieland is decaying.

Thanks to Gloria's words your beloved friend is feeling much better. Gloria's words also affected you. You feel empowered and seen. You still don't hate Ken for his actions, but you know that this situation must quickly change.

Weird Barbie told you earlier today that there must be a deeper reason you went through the real world experience.

"B can I please talk to you?", that's Sasha.

"What is it honey?"

"I heard you talking with Weird Barbie before and I think I might have an idea about why you feel the way you do for... Ken."

"R- Really? You do?"

"It's a secret"

"Pinky promise"

To say the least, Sasha's secret made you see things in a much different way.

Sasha's childhood friend, Cloe, used to have a salon Barbie doll and when they were younger, they used to pair her with Sasha's Ken doll, so even though Ken had come as essentially an accessory to the standard Barbie doll, the girls had paired him with another Barbie, salon Barbie, by choice.

After thinking this over, you are determined that next time the opportunity shows itself, you'll shoot your shot with Ken.

After pondering on Gloria's words, Weird Barbie's creativity and the need to set things in order before it's too late, you guys came up with a plan.

A plan to make "Kendom" Barbieland once and for all.

With the help of stereo Barbie and Sasha, Weird Barbie, Alan and other discontinued dolls, Gloria snaps all the Barbies out of their "submissive trance".

The Barbies then begin to manipulate the Kens by feeding their egos. That's when you come in the plan.

You are the one to distract Ken. That's right. Not any Ken, but Ken. Your forever crush.

After making sure you look your best with your fluffed up, curly blow hairstyle, in your favourite, silky two-piece pyjama set with matching gown and slippers, it's time to act.

You pretend to look lost, like you haven't spent your whole life in this place.

Ken is quick to notice your "helplessness" and of course rushes to offer his assistance.

"B! Long time no see, sugar."

You know he's trying too hard, you know he's putting up an act just the way you are meant to act differently as well, but you do feel your heart flutter in the sound of him calling you "sugar".

"Oh! K- Ken! Hi... handsome. I'm so glad you're here."

You try your hardest to maintain your calm and stay collected. As much as you love the prospect of finally becoming closer to him, you can't let the Barbies down.

"That's right baby. You're lucky I'm here 'cause you do look kinda lost, is that right?"

"I do...I am! Haha. It's just, you know, now that everything's changed the Barbies don't visit the salon that often and I'm so lonely."

You bat your coquette lashes at him -just as Weird Barbie had instructed you to do- and you swear you see a glint in his eyes. Ken had never actually taken the time to take you in, to notice the exact shade of your hair, your kind smile, your shyness that he hates to admit matches his own and he catches himself wondering if you like horses. He has to find the right moment to ask you.

As he stares at you, rather shamelessly, you are breathtaken by...him basically. That light washed jeans outfit he has going on is almost too much to handle. You catch Allan in the background, lookin' at you with a look that screams "Girl, are you serious?"

Allan is right, you have a mission, but it's going to be harder than what you originally thought. The good thing is that you won't have to act, you actually are that smitten with Ken.

And so a few days go by, spending a lot of time with Ken and then reporting back to the Barbies by night. You are not a spy Barbie, but you almost feel like one. As you describe everything in detail, you can see Gloria shaking her head and laugh.

"What is it this time!? I told you I'm not getting distracted! I can handle myself just fine!"

It's your bestie that answers to your complaints.

"I don't think she's laughing about your behavior B, I think it's about Ken's."

You do smile at that because it's true, Ken's attitude towards you has changed dramatically. He basically never leaves your side. He talks to you about the patriarchy and horses, especially the latter and he is always ready to offer his help, to show off his "manliness" and of course keep you away from other Kens.

You haven't kissed or declared that you're a couple with him, but when it comes to the way Ken sees you, he'd like to do both. He curses himself for never taking the extra step to talk to you before you helped him go to the real world. He won't admit it, but the adoration you look at him with, as he plays his silly songs on the guitar, makes his heart melt a little. And he also feels so great and proud when he makes you laugh. You make him feel important, more than you'll unfortunately ever know.

It's "unfortunately", because the next step of the plan is to turn the Kens against each other by hurting their egos.

And so it goes. You are at the beach with Ken and he's playing the same thing on his guitar, and so are all the other Kens to the rest of the Barbies. As you get your mobile out, you can already feel the guilt of using Ken.

You make a point of laughing while also staring at the phone.

"Who are texting?"

You ignore him and when he asks again you tell him "No one"

Next thing you know he's shouting at you, taking the phone from your hands.

"Ken!!!"

Before you have time to see his next reaction, you make yourself stand up and exchange positions with stereo Barbie.

It's for the best you don't see the pure betrayal in his blue eyes, but your friend does and she can also feel the sadness radiating off him.

Chaos ensues faster than any of you Barbies thought it would and by morning you are regaining the positions of power you originally held. But along the way, you realize the mistakes of the previous system and decide to make some changes to Barbieland, including better treatment for the Kens and all the deformed dolls.

You feel genuinely happy that things can go back to normal. But, for a moment you had it all, Ken looked at you and actually saw you. Now, you know better than to believe he'll forgive you for treating him like means to an end.

It's not that simple. It's not, because you weren't acting when he told you every little thing he knew about horses and you answered him you'd love to meet a real one.

You go back to your salon, putting hair rollers on yours and Sasha's hair. It doesn't take much time before you break down in tears, curled up like a baby with plastic chocolate pieces all over you.

Allan, stereo Barbie, Gloria and Sasha, Weird Barbie and all your friends feel so bad for you. They had all come to realize your feelings for Ken were real and that tricking him had hurt you as much as it had hurt him.

You heard that right. After the Barbies had taken back Barbieland, Ken hadn't left from his Mojo Dojo Casa House. He was a mess of conflicting emotions. He cared for you, that was a given. You had been so nice to him, flooding him with kindness and affection beyond his imagination, but was any of it real? After all he's just Ken.

In addition to that, what about stereo Barbie? He's MEANT to be with her. To be her Ken. Isn't that his purpose?

While you two are crying your eyes out, stereo Barbie is determined to set things right. (She also wants her house back)

She goes and confronts Ken a second time, but this time ends up differently.

Barbie and Ken apologize to each other and acknowledge their failures.

Ken has come to the conclusion he has no identity or purpose without Barbie.

"But it's Barbie AND Ken, there is no just Ken!"

In that exact moment there you are at the door, gaze hopeful but face tear streaked.

"Ken, how could you always miss what's right in front of you?", you have no idea how you'll ever be able to thank your friend enough for this.

You can see Ken looking at you intensely. He is still crying but the realisation that overcomes him is unmistakable.

He's more than what he was made for. He can make his own choices that will define him.

One of them, is walking up at you and enveloping you in a bone crashing bear hug.

You let out a giggle before hugging him back with all your might.

This feels right, it feels like home.

When you say goodbye to your dearest friend, neither can hold back the tears. You stay hugged for a while, not caring about the Mattel CEO waiting for Barbie so that they can go to the real world.

After the Barbies and Kens bid Barbie goodbye, she decides to become human and return to the real world.

It's not that you won't see her again, but it's so weird to see how much you have both evolved. You are so proud of her and you can't wait to hear about her experiences as a real woman.

Ken is right next to you. He still has a lot of work to do with himself, but with your unrelenting support he will manage just fine.

He puts his fur around you, covering you almost entirely and presses a kiss to your cheek.

This is Barbieland and now it's finally perfect.

(You're of course visiting the real world to see real horses. Also, Ken did request an actual phone he uses to call Barbie for advice about his relationship with you.)

The End

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