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pathologicalreid · 1 month

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You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

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fairyvtale · 9 months

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I’ve been obsessed w the movie since seeing it! Could you write something for ryan gosling Ken! where reader (a Barbie lol) compliments him on something and he then start’s following her around like a puppy and she invites him over for a sleepover (Barbie’s never miss girls night but she’ll miss it for him) just fluff maybe some cuddles with Ken having his hair played w and some kisses I just need to give him some love thank you <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you are Kenough

ryan gosling! ken x f! reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

IT was a pretty normal day in the barbieland. you were chilling at the beach with your best friend, — allan. it isn’t surprising that you spend almost every second with him; you didn’t expect that it was going to change anytime soon. right now, you and allan were "drinking" your colorful drinks with paper umbrellas as decorations. it was a beautiful day (to be honest, every day in barbieland was just perfect).

“hi barbie!” you heard ken calling your name as you just smiled at him and waved.

“hi ken!” you have always liked Ken; he was hilarious, and sometimes he could be really sweet. “i really like your outfit today, ken, it suits you.” you smiled nicely, being honest with him.

“thank you, barbie, you also look pretty” he said, and you only smiled shyly at his compliment. allan sent you a surprised look because he didn’t know that you would like Ken. maybe it was fear that he would lose you (of course it wasn’t true). but at the same time, you knew that he was supporting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

barbie doesn’t knew that it was only the beginning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AFTER this situation, Ken started to be your shadow; he was in every place you were. he always wanted to make you happy with compliments and sweet gestures. other barbies also found it sweet because he was just the perfect ken for you.

today was girls night at the stereotypical barbie’s dream house. you loved them, and you always have the best time with all barbies. but today you wanted to spend time alone with ken, you loved sleepovers with allan, so why don't you do it with ken instead? you find Ken standing on the beach doing nothing, so you come to him and poke his arm to get his attention.

“hi barbie! how are you?” he asked as you smiled at him.

“i’m doing fine, thank you. i was wondering if you want to have a sleepover with me today?” you asked him, wishing that he would say ‘yes’.

“as a girlfriend and boyfriend?” he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. you nodded excitedly, and he instantly agreed.

“what will we do as a boyfriend and girlfriend?” ken asked you as you two walked to your house.

“we can hold hands, we can kiss our cheeks, and we can cuddle,” you answered as he smiled at you sweetly, grabbed your hand, and kissed your cheek as you smiled flatter.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU two were at your house, sitting on your bed under the pink fluffy blanket. you knew that you skipped the girls' night, but you were happy to lay and cuddle with ken, and girls night was every night, so you could spend this one time doing something else.

you closed your eyes and placed your head on ken’s torso.

“i love to be your girlfriend, ken” you admitted with a shy smile.

“and i love to be your boyfriend, barbie” he said happily.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it was so nice to write it, cause it’s just a fluff and ryan as a ken was incredible!

i hope you liked it!

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie x reader #ken x reader #ryan gosling #margot robbie #imagines #barbie 2023 #fluff #request #requests are open #f!reader

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aubeystawby · 9 months

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➤ BARBIE CHARACTERS WITH A UNIQUE DOLL!READER request: how would barbie (margot) + ken (ryan) + allan react if the reader was not a barbie but also not a ken. basically they are just like allan, someone that doesn't fit in any of these binary roles.

margot robbie!barbie, ryan gosling!ken, allan

margot robbie!barbie

barbie is — as she always is with new dolls — super excited for your arrival

when you do arrive, she’s quick to welcome you

she introduces you to everyone but especially dolls like midge, allan, skipper, etc

she assumes you’ll drift towards all the other one-of-a-kind dolls

and just kinda be with them most of the time

which is totally fine!! she knows there probably feels like theres a barrier between dolls like you and the regular barbies and kens

...but she secretly hopes you might want to spend time with her

which is partly why she's super enthusiastic the whole time she's showing you around

she wants to make a really good impression in the hopes of you liking her

she’d never mention it, but while she loves her role in barbieland, she wishes she could have a proper close friend that isn’t ken just trying to date her

her thought process is… you’re a unique doll and you don’t have any ties to any barbies and kens, you’re just you and you’re free to befriend or not any doll you genuinely want to!

and beyond all that logic, she just really liked you from the get-go!!

she likes everyone in barbieland of course, but there was just something about you that made her really want to be you friend (or more)

imagine her joy when you continuously go out of your way to spend time with her!!

she’s of course always so kind and bubbly to everyone

which could make you feel like she might not really want you around or sees you as the same level of closeness as all the other dolls (which isn't much)

if you mention that, she kinda freezes for a second before jumping into action again

“no, y/n, i love spending time with you! more than, like, anyone!!”

“really? it just kinda feels like-“

“i’m serious!! you’re better than a bestfriend!!”

if you don’t have a house, you’re invited to hang around her dreamhouse whenever

within reason — if you spend too much time there she starts imagining what it would be like to live with you forever and freaks out

not in a bad way! she just has realisations of "oh i want to spend my life with this person and live in the same house as them" and that thought makes her short-circuit

goodness forbid you do something domestic like get her breakfast for her or brush her hair without her even asking

she'd be a GONER

also she does just like being able to be away from all the other dolls after a big day

so don't take it personally if she politely declines your invitation for a sleepover or she doesn't invite you to stay over one night

she just needs some alone time sometimes!!

barbie bends over backwards to try to convince the other barbies you should be invited to girl’s nights

you can decide how successful she is with that, but the point is she tried really hard because she wanted an excuse for you to be around as much as possible!!

in her walk & drive around barbieland every morning she says hi to you several times

the first thing she says when she wakes up is “goodmorning y/n!”

then when you join her at her car she says hi again

she’s just so happy to see you

she says it again after a whole series or “hi’s” with all the barbies and kens on the beach

she hopes the other dolls might also pick up on her habit if they haven’t already and also say hi to you!

and if they don't she'll just pointedly say hi to you again so someone takes the hint

she is so invested in your wardrobe

if your style is some sort of diffferent/alt she is SO curious

she’d want to get new clothes for herself to match you style on special occasions

or special outfits for you to match hers

but she also loves it when you both wear your own clothes with your own personal styles!!

not necessarily because of the aesthetic contrast if there is any

but because she loves the authenticity!

you both being able to be yourselves and be together

and happy! so happy!!

also these have all been kinda set pre-movie so brief spoiler warning for below

when her feet go flat you’re the first person she confides in

at first she kinda thought your feet might be flat? and the attribute rubbed off on her because you spend so much time together??

she knows now that that makes no sense, but it’s what she’d wished was the case

she also asks you about stuff like that

like she knows dolls like midge or some of the discontinued barbies have parts about them that are noticeably different from other barbies

and she’s curious about if you have something like that

ryan gosling!ken

ken isn't confused, per se, but rather doesnt really know what to do

are you invited to the barbies' sleepovers?

do you have your own dreamhouse??

is he.... allowed to pursue you romantically even though you're not a barbie?? is he meant to want to be with you like that if you're not a barbie??

(not in a sexuality sense, but in the sense of; he's ken, a barbie's boyfriend, and you're not a barbie so...? what now?)

if you have your own dreamhouse or some sort of other unique house, he is so excited and really wants to see it

but he tries not bring that up because he knows kens arent allowed in barbie's dreamhouses

so that probably means the same rules for whatever your house is, right?

now he's really confused

he tries to think if anyone's ever been in midge's house? because she's like you — one of a kind — so surely that'd mean the rules work the same with you as they do for her

he asks allan — because he's friends with midge — if he's ever been in her house before and allan's just like "?? what??"

ken did not get a straight answer

not because allan's hiding something or anything but ken was just all over the place and being really confusing in general & with his wording

when you do invite him into his house he is Shocked.

does that mean the rules are different for you?? or are they just like the barbies' and you're just like really nice???

he still doesn't have a straight answer

but he also stands at the door for a second like,

"okay what do i do now-???"

"you walk in ken... it's a door"

"wow...."

doesn't want to touch anything in your house out of fear of ruining/breaking something

but the moment you reassure him to "make himself at home" (the statement makes him so flustered and he swears he's going to faint) and he really believes you won't get mad at him for looking around, he is OFF

looking at everything

stars in his eyes the whole time

no matter if your house is a huge dreamhouse or something else like skipper & midge's treehouse

he thinks it's so cool & loves it no matter what

you're signed up for sleepovers with ken for the indefinite future now btw, you're never getting him out of your house

(if you do actually ask him to leave he is out of there at the speed of light but why would you ever wanna do that!)

he tries to remind everyone to always include your name in their daily "hi barbie!" "hi ken!"s

and then is torn between:

him wanting you to be included and not feel left out

and; his rival ken just said hi to you and he doesn't want that either!!!

he just feels so out of depth with you

not in a bad or personal way! just in general

because he doesn't really even have anyone to ask about how to go about things with you

it's not like there's many other unique dolls out there with particularly confused kens for boyfriends constantly overthinking everything

and also he's not experienced with relationships in general, and just wants to treat you right!!

he gets a hang of it though!!

with some help he realises he can just be himself with you and if something is genuinely bothering him he can just ask/talk to you about it

though he will have some wild out-there questions from time to time about your unique experiences

he'd ask allan or midge but both of them always look at him funny when he asks if they have mind-reading powers or something weird like that (and he's scared of skipper so shes also a no-go)

so that's your problem now!!

overall really loves you while also being very new to all this stuff and doesnt want to mess up

if he makes a big deal out of something seemingly little/inconsequential its because he really cares and want to do everything right for you 💛

allan

things don't happen suddenly with you and allan

there's no big burst of emotions or anything like it

it all just slowly builds up

ever since you'd arrived in barbieland you've spent a good amount with allan

standing on the sidelines at the beach watching the barbies play and kens cheer

sticking with eachother during parties

neither of you really realise it but you're with eachother like all the time every day

it had only started because you two were alike

being a unique doll that's neither a ken nor a barbie, there was only so much you could learn/do with following around one of the more welcoming barbies like a lost puppy

eventually you'd realised you didn't really like spending all day kinda just not fitting in with everyone else

and then you'd properly met allan, and things started to make sense

he showed you around barbieland his way

that included things like explanations of unspoken rules that all the other dolls had neglected to mention

and telling you about the other unique dolls/discontinued barbies

he gets what its like being your own unique doll

how different it is, how it can be hard to fit in and feel like you belong

but suddenly the two of you are alot less lonely because youve got eachother now!!

before you showed up allan's days were just floating around the sidelines of the kens' and barbies' activities alot of the time

but now more and more of his time is doing genuine hobbies and spending time with just you

also im a firm believer him and midge are friends so shes your friend now too!

group lunches together at her treehouse while everyone else is at the beach and its just nice and peaceful!!

SORRY im simultaneously spreading the allan & midge friends agenda while also trying to stop myself from spontaneously writing a midge x reader fic

i have no idea if allan has a house, you probably dont either

if you dont have a house — it takes a bit for him to be comfortable with it, but once he is — allan will totally invite you over whenever

and let you sleep over

if you do have some sort of house then you're probably at eachother's places an equal amount of time

if he doesn't have a house (yet again i have no idea if it was mentioned in canon at all) he's not like mind-blown by your house or anything like ken would be

but he's happy whenever you invite him in!!

allan probably knows whenever certain places in barbieland are relatively deserted

and once you're close enough he'll share them with you!!

(he wants to know he can trust you not to bring a ton of people and ruin the quiet atmosphere)

even though each unique non-barbie/ken doll is well... unique! there's still a level of understanding between you and allan

and if you ever feel insecure/like you don't belong, he gets it and he's there for you!!

things start slow with allan, until one day he's staying over at your house just enjoying eachother's company, and you realise wow, you guys are basically dating!

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notyourhetloki · 9 months

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AAA all your Ken stuff make me giggle nonstop idk how you do it🫢🫢 I was thinking what IF Ken AND Barbie started falling in love with Reader, and we had to pick at the end I would love to see your twist on that love u 😙❤️❤️

competition (Ken x Reader x Barbie)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader x Barbie/

A/N: Hi, anon! AWW thank you so much!! I loved this request, and I hope you like it too! lots of luv xoxo (Stereo!Barbie = Stereotypical Barbie / RG!Ken = Ryan Gosling Ken; I thought abt calling him 'Beach!Ken' but idk if there are more Kens like him so... yeah.)

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It all started when you arrived at Barbieland, nervous but completely in awe of this new world.

Stereo!Barbie was one of the first dolls to greet you, holding your hand and guiding you through the streets to your new house.

‘They’re so cute!’ Barbie thought to herself, completely charmed by your smile and shyness… she really wanted to get to know you better.

And so thought RG!Ken when you walked past the beach. Barbie was still holding your hand, and he was intrigued… who was this new doll she was seeing? He needed to find out.

As time went by, Barbie would visit you daily, bringing small gifts and inviting you to parties… and you would always go!

Ken would also be at those parties, curious about you… the more he got to know you, the more he got obsessed. He loved your laughter, loved the way you danced, and he would always try to join you, succeeding most times.

Barbie began hating when Ken danced with you, something in her screamed ‘NO’ when she saw you two having fun without her. She wanted you to dance with HER, not HIM… was this… jealousy? What a weird feeling.

She then also joined the dance, nailing the choreography while trying to push Ken away, but it didn’t work… Ken would come back stronger than ever, dancing as if his life depended on it (he was trying to impress you).

When the music stopped, Barbie was quick enough to grab your hands and lead you somewhere more private, looking into your eyes before asking: “(Y/N), would you like to stay over?”

Before you could answer, you heard a loud gasp. Turning around, you saw a shocked Ken sneaking in behind you, trying to listen to the conversation.

Ken was stunned because 1. Barbie had never asked him to stay over when they were together, and 2. That meant it was getting serious! And he needed to act fast.

“Sorry, Barbie… (Y/N) can’t stay over at your house tonight, I’m taking them to the beach to have a little date, isn’t that right, doll?”

‘Doll?? Why did he call you that? And a date?? You were going on a date with Ken?? What was going on?!’ Barbie thought.

“Hum…” you managed to start, but you couldn't even protest before Ken tried pulling you away by your arm.

Barbie immediately pulled your other arm, trying to get you to stay. You felt like they would split you in half like that, fighting for your attention.

“GUYS…” You finally shouted, making them stop. “The only place I’ll go is home! Goodnight!” Anger filled your voice as you walked away, leaving the two behind.

“Look at what you've done!!” “What I’VE done?? What do you mean??” You could still hear their banter as you exited Barbie’s house, and that irritated you even more.

At your house, hours had passed and you were preparing to sleep when you heard the doorbell ringing.

Opening the door, you were surprised and a little annoyed at the presence of the fantastic duo. Barbie and Ken stood there with sad puppy expressions before she spoke first. “(Y/N)… we’re sorry we hurt you, it wasn’t our intention!”

You gently smiled at her, accepting her apology. Then, Ken started talking as well. “We just… really like you. I… we would like to have more of your attention, if that’s possible…” It seemed a little scripted, but you wondered he and Barbie had agreed on something to say... and that was cute. Besides, what did he mean by ‘really like you’, after all?

“Oh, guys… it’s alright! I promise I’ll equally schedule time for the both of you, is that ok?”

They looked at each other for a moment and nodded, smiling for their mission was a victory! You’d spend more time with them separately, it’s everything they could have asked for.

“Now… are you gonna stand there or come inside?” You teased, and their smiles grew wide before racing to your door.

(Because why choose if you could have both? ;D)

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#ken #barbie #ken x reader #barbie x reader #ken x gn reader #barbie x gn reader #gender neutral #ryan gosling #margot robbie #imagine #headcanon #self insert #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #request #notyourhetloki

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glamoroussource · 7 months

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margot robbie and alexander skarsgård photographed for vogue us by mert and marcus, 2016

#margot robbie #margotrobbieedit #mrobbieedit #alexander skarsgard #askarsgardedit #dailymen #dailywomen #bwbeautyqueens #bwboysgallery #actors #actresses #*#request

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sexy-stable-diffusion · 8 months

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margot robbie sheer underwear with the skirt pulled up

@sfgrseg

#margot robbie #celbrities #celeb #skirt #lingerie #ai #ai art #ai artwork #ai image #ai girl #ai art discussion #ai generator #ai generated #stable diffusion #sd #ssd #request

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greenandsorrow · 8 months

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salon!Barbie🪞/ryangosling!Ken

@xmrsrogersx -> 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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~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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margotrobie · 11 months

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MARGOT ROBBIE for Vogue Summer issue (2023)

#thank you for the love anon ❤️#request #margot robbie #mrobbieedit #margotgifs #blondessource #wonderfulwomendaily #breathtakingqueens #wifesource #userladiesblr #userquel #*#*gif #tw flashing

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mockscreens · 6 months

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hey, love here <3 can you make barbie movie (2023) wallpapers, pls?

please like/reblog if you save!

more lockscreens here!

#barbie #barbie 2023 #lockscreens #wallpapers #margot robbie #barbie lockscreens #barbie wallpapers #barbieedit #requested

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masivechaos · 1 year

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i'll try everything once - "Backyard Boy" by Claire Rosinkranz with Remus

Backyard boy ✧˖*°࿐ remus lupin x fem! reader

Warning/content: mention of a party, kissing, quick proofreading cuz i'm lazy, my English

w/c: 0.4k

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You could feel Remus staring at you as you chuckled nervously, your arms resting on the window sill, avoiding the boy’s eyes. “Feelin’ alright?” you could hear his grin, he knew what he was doing.

Your cheeks heated up and it took you a minute to nod and hum in response. The boy next to you chuckled and grabbed your hand, you were a little surprised when he led you to your backyard.

You were hosting a party, and you could hear the bass of the music passing through the walls. Everyone was inside having fun but Remus wanted you for him alone.

It was obvious you liked him, just be the way you were always so flustered around him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable. He liked to tease you just to see your eyes widen before looking away. But he loved you too, of course he did, you were too sweet for this world.

“Why’re you nervous?” he said, placing his hands on your hips, swinging you both back and forth to the muffled sound of music. You shrugged, resting your forehead against his shoulder “Wanna dance?” he suggested.

You looked up at him, the dim light coming from your house made him look ethereal “Yeah.” you answered. At the same moment, the beat changed to a more energetic song and Remus took your hand in his, making you turn around. His smile was immaculate, glad to have you by his side, and he was more handsome than ever, dressed in his corduroy vest.

You kept on dancing in your backyard, alone, if you didn’t count the pair of eyes watching you by the window. It’s been months since your friends wanted to set you together and it had to be the night. Marlene glimpsed at Sirius with a smirk and the boy changed the music for a slower one.

Remus wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes not leaving yours. Slowly, he leaned forward, his lips brushing yours. You felt your entire face turning hot, it was finally happening, Remus was kissing you.

You placed your hand on his cheek before closing the gap between the two of you. He didn’t wait before kissing you back, pulling you closer if it was even possible. Too soon for your liking, he pulled back for air, letting his mouth linger on your forehead and if you were careful enough, you could hear your friends cheering in the background.

Everything is perfect.

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raiderlucy · 2 years

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Bruises on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical

Bad Guy by Billie Eilish for Anon

#hope you like it nonnie whoever you are ;)#harleyquinnedit #dcedit #suicidesquadedit #birdsofpreyedit #tssedit #harley quinn #margot robbie #birds of prey #suicide squad #the suicide squad #dc #gifs*#requests*#songlyrics*#tw flashing #flashing gif

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pathologicalreid · 16 days

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could you write fem!BAU!reader x spencer, where reader finds out she’s pregnant while they’re on a case, like maybe she takes a test when she’s at the hotel and spencer hasn’t come back yet

(lack of) convenience | S.R.

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy, nausea, vomiting, spencer reid is unfortunately perfect. vertigo. fun pregnancy symptoms. word count: 2.04k a/n: and so, the spencer reid dilf agenda continues. this is my legacy.

It came over you just after Spencer and Rossi had left to investigate a lead. This case was going nowhere fast, and the morale in the FBI field office clearly displayed it. “Are you alright?” JJ asked from right next to you, blonde hair curtaining around her face.

You nodded tightly, enough to show the newly minted profiler that you were, in fact, not alright. Nonetheless, you were motivated to push through. People were being murdered, you could brave a little vertigo to bring their killer to justice, right?

“Hey, you look a little pale,” Emily said, walking into the conference room with Hotch trailing close behind her. “Are you feeling okay?”

Rolling your eyes dramatically, you huffed at both of your coworkers. “I’m fine,” you insisted while your head was spinning. You lowered yourself down into an office chair, hoping that being sedentary would prevent your dinner from coming up.

Emily looked over at Hotch before saying, “Maybe you should head back to the hotel, it’s been a long day for all of us.”

Furrowing your brow, you frowned at your colleague. “I’ll make it through, we have work to do,” you insisted, flipping open a file as your stomach churned.

“You’re no help to anyone if you’re sick,” Hotch told you authoritatively, and you knew from his tone that he was going to send you back to the hotel. “Get some rest, we’ll start taking breaks in shifts,” he instructed, turning back to the evidence board.

It didn’t feel like shifts, especially considering you were the only one being cast off. You mumbled an acknowledgment while you stuffed your things in your bag. JJ offered to drive you, so the two of you exited the field office.

The two of you spent most of the ride in silence, just the fuzz of the SUV’s radio as background noise while you tried not to hurl in the government vehicle.

Once you were in the hotel parking lot, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get your bearings before heading inside. “You know, I used to get sick in the evening when I was pregnant with Henry,” she said offhandedly.

It felt like a pointed comment, even if she didn’t mean it like that. You started fishing in your pocket for your room card, “But I’m not pregnant.”

“Are things good with you and Spencer?” She asked, looking for details on your relationship like an older sister. JJ killed the engine before turning to face you.

Sighing, you looked at her, “Things are great with Spencer.” You wanted to scold her for prying, but you knew it was an occupational hazard. It had been seven months, and all you had been telling anyone was “great” or “nice.”

The both of you knew that the more details you gave them, the more they’d want to pry. Penelope especially. “You know he wants kids, right?” She pushed.

You frowned at her, “Jennifer.” She put her hands up in surrender as you hauled yourself out of the SUV, “I just want to go to sleep, I feel awful.” That much was true, as you stood up outside the car, your stomach started to roil again.

“I’ll check in on you later,” she said, recognizing that she had begun to pry. “Let me know if you need anything,” she urged you, the mom in her coming into play.

Nodding, you shut the door before poking your head in the open window, “Thanks, JJ.” You said, turning around and walking to your hotel room.

Luckily, the team was already checked in, so you didn’t need to waste time trying to explain the whole ‘I’m an FBI agent’ thing to the front desk. Once you got into your room, you immediately dropped to your knees in front of the toilet, eyes burning as you upchucked into the toilet.

While you were digging through your go-bag for your toothbrush, you found yourself thinking about what JJ had said to you in the car. You couldn’t be pregnant. Well, you supposed you very well could be pregnant.

Sighing, you returned to the bathroom and started brushing your teeth, having needed to take the toothpaste out of Spencer’s bag. You made a mental note to buy more for your bag – you had been using his for the last four cases.

You silently cursed JJ for planting the thought of a baby in your head as you stared out the hotel window to a convenience store on the corner. At the very least, you could get some saltines and a Gatorade. At the very most, you could get a test.

Begrudgingly, you changed into more comfortable clothes and walked across the street to the convenience store. Grabbing a sleeve of crackers and a drink before stopping in the family planning section.

Why were there so many options?

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, you grabbed a digital test off of the shelf and tossed it into your basket. Your shoes squeaked on the linoleum floors as you elected to use the self-checkout, not needing to provide anyone with a front seat to your misery.

Other than the nausea, your trip back to the hotel was uneventful, and thankfully it didn’t look like anyone else on the team had made the trip to your lodging.

After you took the test, you set a timer on your phone, tossing it onto the bed before you sat on the edge of the mattress, sitting on your freshly washed hands. The timer scared you when it went off, not expecting the two minutes to go by so quickly before you returned to the bathroom.

Flipping the test over, the wind was knocked out of you as you read the results.

Yes +

You didn’t know how long you had stared at the test, but the sound of the lock on your door engaging pulled you out of your stupor. Thankfully, you had done the latch on the door, so you had a few extra minutes to toss the test in your go-bag before you went up to the door and let Spencer in.

“Hey, love,” he greeted you, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “How are you feeling?” He asked caringly, someone must’ve told him you weren’t well. You hoped that was all they had told him.

Humming, you leaned into his touch for a moment before he herded you to the bed. “A bit better, but not much,” you were slightly less nauseous now, possibly because there was nothing left in your stomach. There was a dull ache in your chest though, likely a result of the information you were now aware of.

He hooked a finger under your chin and studied your features for a moment, “Were you crying?” He whispered with concern-filled eyes.

You shook your head, “I threw up.” You informed him, the lack of oxygen had caused your eyes to water – similar to a yawn. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as the words balanced precariously on your tongue, I’m pregnant.

Spencer pouted sympathetically, smoothing your hair away from your face before he felt your forehead, checking for a fever. “I’m going to take a shower,” he announced softly, “do you need anything?”

Pathetically, you gestured over to your Gatorade and saltines, silently letting him know that you were all good for the night. It was only about eight in the evening, but you were exhausted. Letting your head flop onto the pillows, you sighed before shutting your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer spoke up in an unfamiliar tone. “What is this?”

Crinkling your nose in frustration, you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking over at Spencer as he held up your test. Your positive pregnancy test. “Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t mine?” Clearly, in your panic to hide the test, you had tossed the blue stick in Spencer’s bag. Your subconscious must’ve recalled that you had gotten the toothpaste out of that bag, so you thought it was yours.

Any confusion fell from his face, and in that instant, he knew exactly what was going on. “You’re pregnant?”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling. “I-“ you swallowed thickly, the roiling in your stomach picking back up again. “Yes,” you answered in a small voice.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, there was no accusation in his voice, just pure curiosity and wonder. When you stayed silent, his eyes narrowed, “You were going to tell me, weren’t you?” He said, his volume raising from a whisper to a normal speaking level.

Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you protectively crossed your arms in front of your stomach. “Oh my god, yes, I was going to tell you,” you clarified quickly. He didn’t seriously think you were going to hide this from him, did he?

He shook his head in confusion, “Then why hide it, angel?”

Shrugging, you thumbed the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, “I wanted time to think about it.” The admission hung in the thick tension of the hotel room.

“Okay,” he said slowly, walking over and sitting across from you on the mattress. It was clear to you that he was dealing with this situation delicately. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about this, but I excel in thinking,” he told you.

His implications were clear to you, he wanted you to talk it out with him. “I want kids, you know I want kids. I know you want kids,” you blurted. It was something you had talked about early on in your relationship. Spencer had been very upfront with you about wanting children, he told you he needed to be with someone who also wanted that.

Spencer tilted his head to the side, “but?” He said gently, taking both of your hands in his, holding on to you.

“It’s too soon,” you whispered, feeling vulnerable on the bed with him.

He smiled at you softly, “Have I ever told you about the first time I knew that I was in love with you?”

The question left you understandably confused, “What?” You breathed, silently pleading for clarification.

Spencer nodded, “We were on a case in North Dakota, and there was this little girl who had just lost both of her parents.” The case did sound familiar, the more brutal ones involving children tended to stick with you. “We were waiting for a social worker to come stay with her, but they were stuck in a snowbank across town. Instead of working on the case, you sat down with her and taught her how to play cat’s cradle.” His voice was soft, almost placating you.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until tears fell onto your intertwined hands, “Spence, that was years ago.”

“Two years, nine months, and thirteen days ago. I fell in love with you while watching you put a smile on her face despite the fact that it was the worst day of her life,” he said, skimming the pads of his thumbs over the backs of your hands. “I fell in love with your ability to make people feel good when the world is against them,” he murmured.

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at him through bleary eyes, “What if we can’t protect them?”

Gathering you in his arms, Spencer let you tuck your face in the crook of his neck, “I’ll do whatever you want, Y/N. We can leave, I could be a professor and you could be a stay-at-home mom. If you want, I could stay with the BAU and you could stay home, or you can stay with the team, and I’ll stay home. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

Silently, you absorbed his words as you caught your breath, “I’m scared” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured, “that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.” He tightened his arms around you and rocked back and forth.

Allowing yourself to lean into him, you breathed him in, “You’re going to be such a good dad.”

He dropped a soft kiss on the crown of your head, “You’re already such a good mom.”