#she turns into the barbie dream car

[robobrainrot]

Apparently I never posted my Beloved Minicon;

Barbiegirl

Barbiegirl (she/her) is vain and fun. Think of the stereotype of a 2000s era popular girl. Her life in plastic IS fantastic! She's a teen queen. Shes that girl. She's everything.

She could also be considered a botbot I guess. I KNOW thats not the same as a minicon but I made this character like 2 years ago so don't get too caught up in the logistics. I picture her standing at around 1ft tall, but I guess she could be anywhere between 8inches to 2ft tall.

BG is quickly becoming a fan favorite on Art-fight. So I was reminded that I should probably share her with Tumblr aswell~ 💖

#and yes #she turns into the barbie dream car #would you believe me if I said this was lowkey an assignment for design school? #im so sorry for not sharing her sooner #transformers #maccadam #Barbie #barbiegirl oc #botbots #minicon #minibot #robobrainrot art

[writing-fanics]

rambunctious[part i]

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Rosa Alejandra L/n-Reyes, one year old, time having went by so fast. She’s a adorable rambunctious babbling and talkative baby. Despite her only knowing, ‘mama’ ‘dada’ ‘bye bye’. Other than that she wakes around wobbling on her little feet.

Walking around the Reyes household catching everyone’s attention at how adorable she is. Watching as she walks around with her tiny legs, or she starts playing with her toys in the living room.

“Rosa~ are you excited to see daddy today!” [Y/n] cooed, as she walked over towards her daughter sitting on the ground playing with her toys. She turned to look at her mother, “Dada!” She exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands and reaching out towards her mother.

She picked her up kissing her little girl on the cheek. While the Reyes’ pulled into Rudy’s Truck. [Y/n] opened the backseat of her car and placed her daughter into her car seat buckling her in, and making sure she’s secure. Before getting behind the wheel and driving towards the airport.

……

“Dada!!” Rosa shouted, reaching out for him. Jaime excitedly dropped everything and smiled, “There’s Mi princesita,” He exclaimed, taking her from his girlfriend’s arm and kissing her on the cheek and playfully tickling her.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He said, and [Y/N] watched folding her arms across her chest. “Yeah I missed you too,” She said to him. He immediately looked up walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss on the side of her head. “I missed you too mi amor,” he whispered to her, she smiled pulling back planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“Dada!” Rosa shouted placing her hands on her fathers face. Giggling causing Jaime to chuckle. As he took his girlfriend’s hand and walked towards the car.

Jaime decided to ride with his daughter and girlfriend. Sitting in the back with his daughter who gave him a show. “You’re getting so big Rosa,” He exclaimed, looking at his daughter she giggled.

Babbling acting like she’s having a conversation with her father, “No, really?”

“Oh no!”

“Y/n,are you hearing what I’m hearing?”

She chuckled, “I sure am.” She responded looking up at the mirror for a moment. Keeping her eyes on the road as they drove towards the taco restaurant. “oh, I think Rosa pooped her pants.” Jaime said, smiling as he booped his daughter tiny nose.

“Poop.” Rosa said, bursting out into laughter. “She’s definitely your daughter.” [Y/n] said, to Jaime.

After changing her diaper and ordering their food. Rosa squealed at how delicious her food was, as she at the chopped up beef.

She looked at her father curiously as he ate his taco. He turned towards her smiling and made a goofy face, causing her to laugh. She then immediately went back to eating her food, grabbing her sippy cup and drinking her watered down apple juice.

“Wow, you must’ve been hungry.” [Y/n] said, looking at her daughter who frowned at her finished plate. Sill hungry, for such a tiny human with a tiny stomach she sure does have a big appetite.

“Okay okay, here you can finish mommy’s food.” She said, cutting up what little was left of her food giving it to her daughter. She babbled excitedly, grabbing the food with her hands and shoving it into her mouth.

“Okay he’s had his tacos.” Milagro said, wanting to finally break the ice on everything that the family had been keeping from Jaime. Jaime was confused as everything was dumped onto him. The auto shop having closed, his dad heartattack, they are about to lose the house.

_____time skip____

‘Sun goes down and we are here together’

‘Fireflies glow like a thousand charms’

[Y/n] sang quietly while rocking her daughter to sleep in her arms. Her daughter absolutely loved it when she sang songs from her childhood. Particularly Barbie as The Island Princess, whenever she put it on she would clap her hands and laugh excitedly.

“Stay with me and you can dream forever”

“Right here in my arms tonight”

She looked out the window while rocking her to sleep, and she continued to fuss. She always had trouble sleeping meaning extra time for her to try and get her to fall asleep. In all honesty , she wished Jaime were down her to help her fall asleep so she could get her much needed break.

But with everything he’s now stressed out about after it was all dumped on him after returning. He needed some time to think on how he was possibly going to help out his family.

Rosa opened her eyes unable to fall asleep, her mother quickly shushed her in a soothing voice. Carefully rubbing her back while quietly humming the song.

“It's magic when you are here beside me”

“Close your eyes and let me hold you tight”

Rosa whimpered and her mother at down on Jaime’s bed. Continuing to sooth their daughter, “Shh Shh, it’s okay sweetie.” She soothed, as she continued to hum while looking out the window at the bright lights of the skylines and skyscrapers.

She looked down at Rosa who started to nod off, she smiled softly placing a kiss on her forehead. Gently running her fingers through her black curls, before standing up walking towards the crib crammed into the tiny corner of the room.

“Everything that I could ever need is”

“Right here in my arms tonight”

She sang, gently placing her in her crib before slowly backing out of the room. “La la la, la la la.” She whispered, while turning off the light and turning on the battery operated night light and lullaby player.

a/n: sorry for the abrupt end

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes #jaime reyes fanfiction #jaime reyes x y/n #Jaime reyes reader insert #jaime reyes x you #blue beetle x reader

[tweetracer]

In regards to Allan requests.....can i request a little something for Reader!Doll (Ken or Barbie idc) x Allan meet-cute, or anything regarding love at first sight? Thanks!!!

✨Doll!Reader x Allan✨

💖 Every day in Barbieland is perfect but today is the most perfect of perfect days because today you arrive at Barbieland! You’re one of a kind, brand new, first of your name (and with the way you were selling off the shelves you won’t be the last!) and the Barbies knew immediately that they absolutely had to throw a super awesome blowout party with a bespoke song and completely original dance choreography.

💖 It was exciting! And… maybe a little overwhelming. Your line of Dream House (“Dream Living Apartment by Mattel”) had yet to leave the assembly line so Physicist Barbie was letting you have a sleepover at her place in the interim which was so sweet of her.

💖 The two of you were putting on the final touches of your outfits for the evening (with her complimenting your hair and you praising the flattering pantsuit she’d chosen for the night) before heading to President Barbie’s Dream House where the event would be hosted with you arriving as the guest of honor.

💖 “Ohmigosh! I am just so excited for your party tonight!” Physicist Barbie reached over to grab your hand excitedly, bouncing it a few times as you let out a laugh at just how happy she was. Everything really was perfect in Barbieland, wasn’t it? “It’s not my party, Barbie! It’s President Barbie’s party!” You amended with a bashful smile.

💖 “It’s a party for you though! Your first real night in Barbieland! Ah!!!” She cheered again, waving her hands about with a huge grin as her Dream Car turned itself down the street and began to slow to stop in front of the impressive bright pink building overhead. You could only smile and laugh, somewhat embarrassed by just how nice everyone is!

💖 Carpark Ken graciously escorted you from the vehicle as you followed Physicist Barbie up the regal stairs where a set of massive pink mansion doors opened up to a huge entryway- a wall of PinkSynthFunkBubblePop music hitting your ears in a way that would have been overwhelming if you were anywhere but Barbieland.

💖 The entire party was a blur; you were swarmed by Barbies- all asking you about yourself and what you do and how much you must already love it in Barbieland and Kens who wanted to show off with the cleverly choreographed dance breaks worked into the song.

💖 It would have been exhausting but you were in Barbieland! Barbieland wasn’t exhausting!…… right? You smiled and waved goodbye to another Barbie who’d come to welcome you (her Ken right on her heels- looking like she’d hung the plastic moon in the midnight blue backdrop of a sky). You couldn’t help but feel some weird twist in your chest and, had you been anywhere but Barbieland, you would’ve sighed.

💖 You obviously didn’t have a Ken- you weren’t a Barbie, after all (something you’d had to politely remind a few Kens when they referred to you as one) so why would you have a Ken? You took another pretend-sip of the imaginary sparkling cider when Doctor Barbie spun your way- her beautiful red hair billowing out behind her as she handed you a pair of roller skates.

💖 “Come on! You’ve gotta join in the next dance- we’re doing a Starlight Express inspired Jubilee-Groove Pop number in your honor!” She extended her hand to you and you took it without a second thought despite that same little twinging feeling you felt earlier. “Thanks, Barbie!” You called out, doing a little spin that (with the help of some Barbieland magic!) resulted in you coming to a smooth stop on your roller skates!

💖 “Wow, Barbie you look so rockin’ in those skates!” Came the cheerful caw of nearby Roadie Ken decked out in a glittery denim vest with slicked back hair. “Oh my GOSH, Ken! They’re not a Barbie!” Doctor Barbie scolded even as you waved his words away with a bashful smile. “Oh…! Well you look TOTALLY ROCKIN’, Ken!” He went in for a fist bump only for Doctor Barbie to roll her eyes and grab your hand, skating towards the dance stage. “They’re not a Ken either, duhh” Barbie groaned. Roadie Ken apologized profusely (clearly confused) but was cut off at the Jubilee-Groove Pop song started up, music loud and cheerful and just so Barbie.

💖 The choreography began and you moved through it automatically- like your body knew how to do each move without you putting an effort behind it. You smiled and moved along to the music- ignoring the Totally Nonexistent Part of you that felt like this wasn’t… your scene.

💖 You spun on your wheels in a beautiful pirouette before a Ken wheeled up, taking your hand in his and following in the choreography with a big grin. He opened his mouth to say something before you felt your body whirl in another direction without your consent. The choreography sending you from partner to partner- the Kens a blur of big white shiny smiles and the Barbies each a beautiful, capable individual but none of them were the right dance partner it seemed.

💖 Your body moved on its own, switching partners with elegant dance moves that timed perfectly with the rising music. Right as the pop music swelled you closed your eyes; letting your body move on its own. You felt your body grab a hand- a new partner, your eyes opened right as the music came to a head.

💖 He was… cute. With big doe eyes and deep red hair that framed a sweet face he was… different? He followed your movements just as easily as you slipped into each other’s orbit perfectly.

💖 “You aren’t a Ken!?” You blurted out, surprised even as you spun into into his arms on one roller skate. He laughed, pretty porcelain cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Oh! No, I’m Ken’s buddy, Allan. All his clothes fit me. Are you the new Barbie?” He asked, lifting you up as the two of you stood in the middle of the dance floor- the rest of the couples moving in a perfect circle around the two of you.

💖 “They’re not a Barbie~” came the singsong voice of a dancer spinning by.

💖 “O-Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean!” Allan started but you waved him off with an embarrassed grin, unable to tear your eyes away from his as the lights and music seemed to float and glitter around you. “Don’t worry about it” you said gently, surprised by how breathless you sounded despite not needing to breathe.

💖 The two of you seemed to be locked in this moment together- unable to tear your eyes apart as the two of you smiled bashfully. That weird feeling you had earlier- the one that said this wasn’t your scene, the one that felt like the music was loud- the one that wanted to sigh in Barbieland seemed to dissipate as the music finished.

💖 You introduced yourself politely, still smiling as you admired the way his eyes lit up at your name. “It’s very nice to meet you, Allan.” You said, knowing you probably looked silly with how big of a grin was on your face. But it couldn’t have been that silly because his smile mirrored yours and it looked so charming on him.

💖 “So would you like to-” Allan started only to get cut off as a new song came to life, dancers rushing the floor. “WhoAH!” Allan yelped as Model Ken whipped past him, sending the redhead tumbling forwards. Without thinking you reached out, catching him without hesitation and wrapping your arms around him with a surprised gasp.

💖 You stared deeply into his eyes from where you held onto him- blinking a few times at how close the two of you were. Something in your brain told you to press forwards- you don’t know why but you just needed to press your lips against his and-

💖 “Hey! Nobel Prize Winning Journalist Barbie invited you to the after party at her place! Let’s go!” The two of you jumped apart as Doctor Barbie approached you with a big smile, immediately grabbing your hand and wheeling you in a new direction. You were stunned, almost starstruck from the handsome doll you’d just been pulled away from.

💖 You hardly noticed Doctor’s Barbie’s words but nodded along, unable to stop yourself from glancing over your shoulder at Allan, who still stood looking just as spellbound as you felt. Your eyes met through the crowd and shared a shy smile, you lifted a hand to wave goodbye at him and he did the same.

💖 Something deep inside you stirred, making your face warm and your steps feel light. You think you were going to really really like living in Barbieland.

💖 (Somewhere in the RealWorld, a little girl sat in the backseat of a car with her brand new doll and the Allan her mother had managed to find on the back of the shelf of a Goodwill last Christmas; baffled that the discontinued toy had been for sale. “Honey? Honey- don’t smush their faces together like that, remember? You have to be careful! There’s only one Allan.”)

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[wpdarlingpan]

Barbie x Female Reader

❌Some Spoilers Ahead❌

Hey guys! I just watched the Barbie movie and absolutely loved it. So I had to write a short fanfic on it but if you guys like it enough I may expand on it. I wanted to write this because it seems poetic that the idea of Barbie and Ken would break apart and she can see that she isn’t confined to him or the gender after it being what was expected.

Warnings: Self-Depreciation

Every day in Barbieland was absolutely perfect. Not a hair was out of place, the sun was shining, the sky was bright plastic blue and not a Barbie was frowning.

Except one.

Stereotypical Barbie was about to leave to head into the real world, find the kid who was making her a ‘weird’ barbie, and make them see the empowerment in Barbie once more. Her Barbie friends gathered around her, saying their good lucks and goodbyes, each sounding more and more similar to the last.

Y/N Barbie isnt gathered around her as she frowned at the idea of not wishing her goodbye. As much as she wished to, her brother was tightly holding her back, albeit unaware, as he bragged to another Ken about Barbie ‘inviting’ him to go with. That’s right. Her brother is Ken, as in Barbie and Ken. The supposed to be power-couple. But the truth is, it’s one sided.

Y/N didn’t notice the longing gaze sent her way from the beautiful blonde. Ken did, and of course he though it was for him resulting in a awkward kissy face being sent her way.

She had been too busy thinking about the outside world. It was so unknown. After all she wasn’t nicknamed curious barbie for no reason even if it’s not her official name.

It was odd being a Barbie without a sense of purpose. Y/N was just simply herself. She didn’t have a specified job, she just jumped around and worked with anyone who wanted a little help in their field. Oddly enough she was good at anything after a little practice.

Finally leaving the circle of thoughts as her brothers grip left her arm and her daydream was back to just that, a dream.

But the frown finally lifted at the sight of Barbie. Y/N quickly rushed down to her as Barbie was close to getting into the car.

Barbie heard the commotion of running footsteps and a slight squeak as the person in question was running too fast and literally ran into Barbie as the women in question didn’t even stumble as she felt herself be pulled into a tight hug. After noticing who it eas not a second went by before her arms wrapped tightly against Y/N’s figure.

No Barbie or Ken questioned their warm embrace. Barbie preferred it that way. She knew how Y/N let her brother get the best of her. If he questioned her too much about it, she surely would get awkward and avoid being open like this. That’s just how Y/N was… and she loved her for it.

Y/N has no idea of Barbies feelings for her, after all she’s stereotypical Barbie. She could never even imagine someone like her even considering the thought. Y/N was just another Barbie in the mix. She wasn’t even President Barbie or Doctor Barbie. Like she thought; Y/N was just her.

But that’s what made her so appealing.

Barbie knew long before she started to get flat feet that she had a crush on the girl. But ever since that happened, the only positive thing that could come out of the situation was that her feelings were intensified. They grew more mature and realistic, just like her.

Their hug ended with a soft gaze before they separated completely and Barbie got into her car. Y/N watched as she began to slowly drove away. When suddenly she slammed on the breaks making everyone gasp. She turned around and in one sentence she spoke

“Y/N… will you come with me?”

Again everyone thought nothing of it. Everyone other than Y/N and Barbie, they just smiled before saying their quick goodbyes as the former of which smiled brightly and nodded before gracefully running up to the car and hopping in.

Y/N still didn’t see the loving gaze as Barbie turned her head and continued driving away.

After all it is Barbie and Ken, not Barbie and Y/N

But with all the changes going on around them, why can’t they make one more?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Authors Note (you don’t have to read, just about the general feelings)

There is so much I can say about this movie but it’s hard to even put it into words. I give it a major 10/10, even above that if it counted. Watching the movie just gave me a different sense of self. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. With the Barbie world and our world basically being switched where women are in high standing positions and are respected. Meanwhile our world constantly puts women down and are offered less opportunities. I don’t want to get too deep but this movie was a wake up call for so many people to see the differences in treatment and the expectations of a woman. This is just a tidbit of the deep message within the story of a Mattel doll. Something so small that represents so much more then themselves.

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[old-acc-gaylorscatmeredith]

Hits different is the most explicitly gay song Taylor has ever released

'Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl' she is directly addressing her dream girl here. She's saying she could melt the dream girl's world. Literally what else could that possibly mean?

'I used to switch out these Kens' for what? It could be she's referring to men as Kens because she plays with them like dolls, but specifically 'switch out' rather than 'play with' implies she's switched them out for something else, like another Barbie - something I've found to be a common experience among girls who like girls.

Also 'asshole outlaw' reminds me of her country roots, and country music is generally very homophobic and sexist. She used to comply by these standards and mindsets but not anymore. Now, 'don't need another metaphor, its simple enough' she doesn't need to disguise it as friendship, instead she's writing song explicitly about this dream girl who she's in love with and skipping the metaphors for other more direct references:

Like references to other songs too, like mentions of summer because of Cruel Summer with 'freedom felt like summer ... now the sun burns'. 'I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate' when the only garden gate Taylor's been seen around is Karlie's. The matching lyric: 'I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar' matches with 'I never don't cry at the bar ... I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car' she's drunk and says 'Karlie' or 'Kar' which is mistaken for 'car'.

A New Romantics reference too, which is such a gay anthem I could write a whole other post about it. 'Like waiting for a bus that never comes' is to me a weirdly out of place lyric just like 'we wait for trains that just aren't coming'.

I'd even argue 'I heard your key turn in the door down the hallways/Is it okay? Is it you?/Or have they come to take me away?' is asking if interacting with Karlie at all is okay to do at all, if she can focus on the public drama about them actually being about her and Karlie, when all she can think about is being found out and taken away from her fame and reputation.

Then of course 'each bar plays our song nothing has ever felt so wrong' meaning 'their song' must be a popular and mainstream song to be played at bars so often, or more broadly could mean mainstream love songs in general which are mostly straight and don't feel right to her for some reason. Her friends tell her that's okay because 'love is a lie' but she knows they're only saying it to make her feel better, when that's not the real reason why 'moving on was always easy'.

Despite all the men she never really liked and the love that never felt right to her, this one person 'hits different'. You as the listener have a choice, either hear she's with her dream girl and it feels right, or that she 'just needed to meet the right guy', as straight people tell lesbians their entire lives.

This has been a gaylor essay thank you for reading

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Naughty or Nice

Request: So the first one would be jack has been spoiling the girls a little to much which comes with a little bratty attitudes from them they come to an agreement that this Christmas the girls are gonna get Cole Santa left them Cole because they were behaving badly through out the year and jack a few days before Christmas he tells the girl about the Cole and how Santa’s brings it to kids who aren’t nice and been naughty

Warnings: none

"Jackman." Jack groaned at the sound of your voice because you only used his government name when you were pissed with him. He thought about hiding under the desk in his office, but you found him before he could take any moves. "Yes, baby?" He made his voice extra sweet, an attempt to diffuse the situation. Your face let him know it wasn't worth the effort.

"Did you buy the girls more shoes?" You held up a pair of brand new New Balances that you found in Brooklyn's closet. "Yeah, she needed a pair to match the new track suit that I bought her." You narrowed your eyes at him, making him cower. "You bought her more clothes, too?", you asked through gritted teeth.

"What? Its just clothes and shoes. They're always gonna need those." Jack really didn't see the problem, but you knew that when it came to his daughters he was the biggest pushover. He would spend every last dollar on them if he could, and while you thought it was incredibly sweet that he loved to spoil his girls as much as he did you, it had gotten a little bit out of control.

"Baby, its not just clothes and shoes though. It's the iPads and the toys and the trips. You are spoiling them rotten." The girls only knew the good life because they grew up with rich parents, and you didn't want that to overshadow the values that you and Jack worked so hard to instill in them. "They are six and three years old, we really need to tone down the spending, okay?"

Jack stood up from his desk, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. "Okay, I promise." He tried to kiss you but you backed away. "You promise what?"

Jack rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "I promise to tone it down with the spending." You patted his chest. "Thank you." You finally gave him the kiss he'd been waiting for. "Christmas is in a couple days, and the girls already have enough presents underneath the tree for five Christmases. They don't need anything else."

Jack sucked in his teeth with a wince. "Jack, you didn't."

"I just have a couple more things that I ordered arriving tomorrow. I promise, after that, no more spending." He nodded to reassure you, but you knew he was lying through his teeth.

"Jack, no more spending money on the girls. Whatever you ordered needs to go back." You handed him the pair of shoes before going back to cleaning the house.

****

That night at dinner, Brooklyn hardly touched her food as she told you both about her day.

"And then, Dani, a girl in my class, she said that her daddy is getting her a car for Christmas. Its gonna be a Barbie car." She could hardly sit still she was so excited describing all the features of the battery powered car.

You walked over to the dining room table with a side of mash potatoes, placing them down on the table and helping yourself to a serving. You caught her starting to stand in her chair. "Brookie, please sit on your bottom." She did as you said, not even breaking her sentence. "Daddy, do you think Santa could bring me a car for Christmas?"

"I thought you wanted a Barbie Dream House, Brookie?" Jack had taken the girls to see the Barbie movie, even though they were a little young to see it, and Brooklyn wouldn't stop talking about how much she wanted a new Barbie playhouse.

"I do", she nodded, "but I also want a Barbie car." She turned her attention back to Jack. "Daddy, can you ask Santa to get me the car too?" Jack avoided eye contact, knowing if he looked at Brooklyn's big brown eyes, he was going to place the order tonight. "I don't know, baby. Its so close to Christmas and you already sent your letter off to Santa. We'll see." He glanced at you, catching the small smile on your face, knowing how hard this was for him.

"That's not fair, though!" She crossed her little arms over her chest in a pout. "I'm gonna be the only one without the car!" You could see the waterworks were about to start, Jack's greatest weakness. He flexed his jaw, working overtime not to give in. You intervened before it got out of control. "Brooklyn, that's enough. Daddy said we would see."

That just set her off, tears beginning to stream down her face. "I thought you loved me, Daddy!" She ran off to her room, you and Jack quiet as you heard her bedroom door slam. "Jack, no." You stopped him just as he started to get up to follow behind her.

"I'm just gonna buy the car. Its not a big deal, and I don't want her to be upset on Christmas." Jack pulled out his phone to place the order. "Jack, she is playing you. She knows how weak you are. She knows all the right buttons to push to get what she wants." Jack scoffed. "I am not weak."

"Oh really? She mentioned this car for the first time today, and you're already ordering it, babe." Jack sighed, raking a hand through the curls at the front of his face. "She's six? Where did she learn this?"

"You forgot who her mother is", you remarked with a cocky smile.

****

That night, you and Jack decided that Brooklyn needed a reality check to help her understand just how fortunate she was. She was still young and had a lot of growing to do, but she was also very smart, and you thought it was an insult to her intelligence to not push her to behave better. Jack had a creative idea to hopefully get her to be more grateful for her life, and help the Louisville community at the same time.

Brooklyn woke you up at the crack of dawn, jumping on your bed and waiving a letter in the air. "I got a letter from Santa!", she exclaimed, excitedly opening the envelope "It was under my door when I woke up!" Jack tried his best to hide his smirk from Brooklyn, tucking his chin underneath the comforter. "Oh really? What does it say?"

Dear Brooklyn,

Your mom and dad told me that you have been asking for a lot of very nice presents this year, but you haven't always been on your best behavior. I am working to bring you all the toys that you ask for, but I need you to promise that you will work on being nice to your parents and your little sister.

There are so many little boys and girls around the world that I have to get to on Christmas Eve, so I would love it if you would help give them a wonderful Christmas by helping your Dad, the greatest rapper alive in my humble opinion, give presents out to the kids of Louisville.

Its important that we work on being thankful for the things we have, because not everyone is so lucky.

Love, Santa

"Daddy, I have to help you pass out presents for Santa!"

Jack chuckled, "Okay, baby. We'll go to the Neighborhood House this afternoon." She jumped off the bed before you could tell her to be careful, and ran to her room to get ready. You read over the letter again, smiling to yourself. "Good job babe." You patted Jack's chest. "Santa has questionable music tastes, but other than that, I think this will really give Brooklyn some good perspective.

Jack got up and walked to the bathroom. "I didn't write that letter, babe. That came straight from Santa, and he said that wives that are mean to their husbands also don't get Christmas presents. Especially a certain Bottega bag they've had their eye on." He let out a sputter of laughter when your face dropped.

"Jack, did you get me that bag I've been dreaming about?" You were quick out of the bed, peppering his face with kisses. "We'll have to see." He shrugged with a chuckle.

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[hoodharlow]

Used to Be

AN: yes I delete this when it flopped 🤭

Requested? No

Warnings: elopment, angst, a mini me revelation, a proposal, and mentions of break ups. Overall mess 🤭

Word Count:

2016

“Until 2003, you needed blood tests to get married?” Urban exclaimed, reading out loud a brochure for getting married. 

“Yeah, you know how whites are. Always marrying their cousins.” Naya commented. She glanced over to Jack and Sydney. “You're sure you're not cousins right?”

“She was the only witness available?” Jack asked Sydney. 

“Yes,” Naya answered. “I'm also the only one who won't tell a soul. If your parents find out you two are getting hitched, you're both dead.”

“I think I saw a vending machine down the hall. Let's get snacks.” Urban motioned Naya to follow, leaving Jack and Sydney. 

Jack relaxed in his seat and reached for Sydney's hand. “Do you think we're making a huge mistake?” He asked her. 

“No, do you?” She asked back. 

“No.” Jack shook his head. “I love you so much, Syd. I've known since we were ten and you hit my head with the tetherball.”

“It was an accident but I'm glad that it made you come to your senses. Because I've loved you since you stole back my latest copy of The Series of Unfortunate Events from Miguel Casillas in fourth grade.” 

Jack chuckled and pulled her to his chest. 

Sydney hugged him tight, sighing contently. It wasn't how she imagined herself getting married when she was playing with Barbies growing up. But it was perfect. She had the man of her dreams at her side with their best friends. Sure they were barely eighteen and fresh out of high school but they loved each other and that was all that mattered. They didn't have much when they moved from Louisville to Atlanta other than their love, aspirations, and support for each other to keep them going. The rest could come later once Jack was settled in Atlanta. 

For now his parents think he's just visiting Sydney during her summer bridge program at Georgia Tech where she was going to study architecture like her late father. Jack didn't apply to any schools. It wasn't in the books for him. His dream was to be a rapper. He was pretty decent at it. With the connections he had back home that led him to Atlanta, it wouldn't be long for him to get signed. He knew a radio host back in Louisville that sent his work to Atlanta to a producer from home that worked with some huge artists he was a fan of. He had everything going for him. From being minutes away from marrying to the love of his life to working on his music. 

Jack and Sydney have been together since their sophomore year of high school. Though they've known each other for way longer than that. They went to the same elementary school and were always seated together because of their last names (Harlow and Harris). When her dad passed away from a car accident, he was at her side cheering her up when she was down. He was always someone she could count on. 

“When I get my first break I'm buying us a huge plot of land for you to design our home.” Jack said, twirling one of her curls with his index finger.  

“Can it be in Louisville? I don’t want the paparazzi up my butt when you're famous.” Sydney said, pretending to shield herself from paparazzi. 

“Where else would we raise our soccer team? Also the only person that's gonna be up your butt is me.” He huffed out his chest.

“If you're up my butt how are we gonna have kids?” She asked playfully. 

“Fine, I'll be up your butt on special occasions.” he gave in. 

“Okay,” she laughed. 

Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, kissing her temple. They talked amongst themselves until it was their turn to go up. A woman in a button-up and trousers walked out with a clip board along with a couple a few years older than Jack and Sydney. The groom was dressed in a formal marine uniform and the bride in a simple sundress. Under her dress was the outline of a small bump. 

The woman with the clipboard looked down and read outloud, “Harlow and Harris?”

“That's us.” Jack said, squeezing Sydney's hand. “Forever and always?”

A bright flash burned his eyes. Jack closed his eyes and blinked until he regained his eyesight. He was brought back to the present. To his engagement photoshoot. 

Jack’s knee began to lose sensation with how long he’d been on one knee. 92830 pictures later and they were finally finished with the shoot. He never thought he was going to spend almost a full day taking pictures of his engagement for some magazine spread. Hell, Jack wasn’t even sure he was going to remarry after his divorce with Sydney. But it was the next step for him and Mallory, his fiance. 

Mallory is the niece of one of the higher ups at Atlantic Records. Jack met her at a networking event a year after he signed to Generation Now. He never paid her much attention after that. But if they ran into each other he would say hi. It continued like that until the night his debut album came out. His team went all out and had a huge celebration. 

Jack had to hand his phone to Urban because he was tempted to call Sydney and show her that paid off in the end. He didn't, he wasn't that cruel. He just spent the night drowning his sorrows with tequila and champagne. The following morning he woke up with Mallory next to him. From there they've been inseparable (he couldn't get rid of her). He grew accustomed to her presence and liked being around her.  When she wasn't shoving her phone in his face for her content. When people found out about their relationship, Mallory banked on it and grew a following for her pottery and sculptures. Did people actually buy her artwork? No, but she had over two million followers and that was something for her. 

“Baby, do you want to see the pictures Gianni took?” Mallory asked him.

“It's fine. I'm sure they came out great.” Jack answered. 

He went to his dressing room where his friend and family were. They were there for the proposal but once Mallory started talking about outfit changes and the photographer she brought. 

“Hey,” he said, hugging his mom.

“Hi.” She said curtly. 

His mom wasn't the biggest fan of Mallory. Mainly because she was best friends with Sydney's mom, Miss Esther, and they still talked. They had a brief falling out when Jack and Sydney divorced but according to his dad, they became best of friends once again a few years ago and they would hang out a lot. Jack wouldn't know, he tried his best to never mention them or when they were over at his parent’ place for dinner he'd avoid visiting. But here and there he would ask his mom about them. Maggie made it obvious that she still hoped that he and Sydney would try again now that they're older but that was never going to happen. Especially with how Jack ended things with her. 

“Look mom, I know you're not Mal's biggest fan but we're getting married and I want you to try to be nice to her.” He said. 

“I've never been rude to her, Jack.” His mom said, sipping her flute of champagne. 

“I'm not saying you are or were. I just want you to be more accepting or at least pretend to be. She's going to be my wife.” Jack said frustrated. 

Maggie's ever present frown turned to a straight line, which was a grin in Jack's books. “I have to get going. I'm meeting Esther for something.” 

“Could you hold off telling her about this?” He gestured around them.

“Baby, you're at the bottom of the list of talking topics we have. Don't worry about it.” She smiled sweetly. 

She motioned to Jack's dad and they bid Jack goodbye. Jack went to Mallory who was busy going through the pictures with her friends. He sat with her and pulled her to his lap. She met his gaze and smiled. Jack smiled back. He looked over to where his parents were and felt a shiver go down his spine. He felt uneasy and couldn't figure out why. 

Jack's friends left not much after. They agreed to meet up again for the Louisville soccer game. Jack reserved a suite for them as a way to celebrate that he was engaged. Mallory's friends that flew in went back to the hotel and Mallory was meeting with them for a girls night. They had a few hours before that, so they decided to check out some houses. A new private neighborhood was hosting an open house. 

There were two rows of various gates and fences with no end. They passed four fences when Jack finally pulled up to a house. He parked on the side of the street next to other cars. He opened Mallory's door and helped her out. 

As they made their way to the house, a gate from the house across the house they were going to see opened. A black Mercedes pulled out and parked in front of the small mailbox. That didn't get Jack's attention. The house in the gate did. It looked exactly like the house Sydney would talk about designing for them. He let go of Mallory’s hand and went to get a closer look. 

“Jack, where are you going?” She called after him. 

He waved her off and crossed the street. Just as he approached the house, the gate closed. He looked over to the Mercedes but the windows were dark. He couldn't get a good look unless he shoved his face in the window. A little boy got out of the car followed by a guy several inches shorter than him. The little boy shoved a small key in the lock of the mailbox and grabbed a small box, leaving.

“It's here!” He held up the box triumphantly to the guy. 

“That's great, but we're running late. Your grans are waiting for us, mate.” The guy said in a New Yorker accent. Sensing Jack, he turned around. “Oh ‘llo? Are you here for the open house? If so it's across the street.” 

“I am, but I by chance saw your house and–”

“It's my cousin's house.” He said. 

“Oh, sorry,” Jack began. He cleared his throat. “Do you know who designed it for your cousin?”

“My grandma has pictures of you at her house.” The little boy said, also cutting off Jack.

“Oh thanks.” Jack said, a bit confused. 

“I wish we could chat, but we have to get going.” the guy said. 

He opened the backseat for the little boy. Jack noticed someone else was sitting in the passenger side. He couldn't see their face but he saw a head full of curls similar to the little boy’s. 

“Bye.” The little boy waved at Jack.

The guy nodded at Jack and got in the driver's seat. They sped off and the uneasy feeling he had earlier returned. His stomach churned, but Jack brushed it off. He crossed the street back to Mallory.

“What was that all about?” She asked.

“Don't worry about it, let's go see if this is our future home.” Jack said, placing his arm over her shoulders. 

He looked back once more at the house before going inside. 

*

Jack couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling and it got to the point that he was irritating people around him. He couldn't enjoy the game because he was so distracted. He felt some familiarity when he saw the little boy. He had the same hazel eyes as Sydney. He silently cursed himself. Sydney is the last person he should even be thinking about.

“Yo, is that mom?” Clay asked Jack in a quiet tone, bringing him back to the game.

“What are you talking about?” Jack frowned. 

“There.” His younger brother pointed to the bottom row of the suite across from them. 

“I can't see that far.” He said. 

“You came to a sporting event and sat yourself in the way back knowing you can't fucking see?” Clay shook his head.

He pulled out his phone and zoomed in to where he was pointed at. Lo and behold, it was their mom. Most importantly the little kid that Jack saw in the neighborhood was sitting on her lap and they were sharing a tray of nachos and a hotdog. A seat behind them was Esther, Sydney's mom, and Jorge, her step-dad. 

“Why is she sharing nachos with that kid? In my twenty-two, almost twenty-three years of life, mom has never bought me nachos.” Clay said in disbelief. 

“Those are Syd's parents.” Jack told him.

“Damn Miss Esther is still fineass-OW!” He rubbed the back of his neck where Jack smacked him. 

“That's my mother-in-law, don't be weird.” 

“Ex mother-in-law.” Clay corrected him. 

Jack held up his finger to tell him to be quiet. He pulled out his phone and called his mom. They looked through Clay's phone camera as their mom looked at her phone then hung up. A message came through seconds later that her hands were full and that she'd call him later.

“I bet her hands are full, sharing nachos with some kid and not her son.” Clay mumbled.

He ignored Clay as he went on about how he used to use his birthday money at the concessions stand because their mom never bought him nachos. Jack snapped a picture of their mom and the little boy, sending it to his dad. His dad saw it. The three dots appeared then disappeared. From Clay's phone he saw his mom look at her phone then scan the stadium. Her eyes landed on her sons. She pushed off the little kid and told Esther something before getting up.

“Come with me.” Jack said, pulling Clay from his seat.

“Where y'all going?” Urban asked them. 

“We'll be right back.” Jack said.

They left their seats and walked to the seats their mom was sitting at. They found her pacing and texting frantically.

“Mom, what–”

“Why are you eating nachos with some kid?” Clay beat him to the punch.

“What are y'all doing here?” She asked them, annoyed. 

“What are we doing here? What are you doing here? And with Syd's family?” Jack asked her.

“It's complicated. We'll talk at home. Why don't you go back to your seats.” Maggie said.

“Mom, what's going on?” he asked her. 

“Maggie, what's going on? My mom was–” a voice Jack never thought he'd hear again. 

“Syd?” He said softly.

“Oh my god! You're Jack Harlow!” A girl, a few years younger than Sydney, squealed.

It took Jack a second but it was Sydney's younger sister. She was eight years younger than them. He didn't recognize her. The last time he saw her was right before he and Sydney eloped. 

“Nina, let's go inside.” The guy from the house said, pulling her away.

“Holy shit, Sydney. It's been forever.” Clay said, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey.” She smiled at Clay. 

Sydney took a step back and stood behind Maggie. The door abruptly opened. 

“Mommy, where are you?” the little boy said. He looked at Jack then to Maggie, pointing. “Gramma, that's the guy in the pictures in your house.” 

Clay threw his arms in the air. “What am I, chopped liver?”

*

Sydney tapped her pen against her desk. She was stressed out of her mind ever since she saw Jack at the soccer game. After three years of living in Louisville, she finally ran into him. Part of her was proud of herself that she was able to avoid him for that long. The other didn't know how to feel. She was scared out of her mind though. 

She never planned to tell him that he had a son, Jaden. She didn't even plan to tell his parents, but they found out a month after she moved in when she was dropping him off at her parents. Sydney had just graduated from Georgia Tech and was working at her grandparents’ (her late dad's parents) architect firm. She begged Jack's parents not to tell him. After how things ended she wanted nothing to do with him. It wasn't like she needed him. She made good money working with her grandparents and she had her own trust fund. Jack's parents help around but she never took any financial gifts from them. She doesn't even know what she's going to do know that Jack knew.

When Jaden popped up at the game she left. She had her bag with her so just scooped up her son and bolted out of the stadium. Since then she's been on high alert, looking over her shoulder in case Jack popped up. He already knew where she lived.

The phone on her desk rang.

Sydney pressed the answer button. “Yes?” 

“Miss Hart, your nine am is here.” the firm's receptionist said. 

“I don't have a nine am.” she said into the speaker. “Hello? Clara?” 

Seconds later there was a knock on her office door. Sydney got up and opened the door. Behind Clara was Jack. 

“And here's miss Hart's office.” the receptionist gestured to Sydney. She turned to Jack, fully taking him in. “Would you like anything to drink? We have still water, sparkling water, soft drinks, juice, coffee and tea as well as danishes, croissants, doughnuts, and muffins.” 

“I'll take your hottest tea.” Jack smiled sweetly at the sixty-something receptionist. 

“Sounds good. If you'll excuse me.” Clara said, leaving them alone.

“How the fuck did you find me?” Sydney asked him, closing the door behind him. 

Jack took a seat on the dark purple couch. He picked up a picture frame of her with her dad's parents from her college graduation. In her arms was their son. He couldn't be more than a year and a half. 

He turned the frame to her. “You're not that hard to find. Your grandparents own the biggest architecture firm in all of Jefferson County right here in Louisville. I thought it would've been a more neutral place than showing up at your house.” 

“Jack, this is my place of work.” 

“I want to meet my son.” He said, dismissing her previous comment.

“He's not your son. He's my son.” Sydney sneered. 

“You had no right keeping him from me, Syd.” he snapped at her. 

“You don't get to be upset, Jack. You don't get to waltz into my job and demand shit from me.” She jabbed her finger at him. “You wanted the divorce. You wanted an out because I was holding you back. But ironically enough you were too much of a coward to tell me. You had to get your little fountain entourage to do it for you.” 

“Syd, I don't want to but I will take you to court.” Jack warned. 

“I'm sure your fiancé would love to read about your ex wife next to her unsold engagement announcement cover for People magazine. Congrats by the way.” She smiled sweetly. 

It hadn't even been a week since they took their engagement pictures when every newsstand and grocery store stand were filled with them. Jack was annoyed because he wanted to wait a few weeks to announce it. Mallory and Neelam rushed it to the stands. 

He reached for the stack of sticky notes and pen. He scribbled something on the baby pink post-it then got up. 

“You have three days to decide if you let me meet him or I'll get my lawyers involved.” He handed her the sticky note. “Here's my number. I'll be waiting for your call.” 

His phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his cargo pants. Sydney saw ‘Neelam’ on the caller ID and rolled her eyes. She and Neelam never saw eye to eye. Most of the animosity came from the fact that Sydney was married to Jack. When they finally called it quits, Neelam was the most excited to see it happen. Her Cheshire cat grin had as Sydney signed every NDA and contact would be forever imprinted in Sydney's mind. 

“Your fucking job was to keep tabs on that shit… How could you miss the most important document? Send it fast so we can get it resolved.” He hung up without another word. Jack rubbed his temples. He looked at Sydney and sighed. “Turns out we're not divorced.” 

 

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[kairiscorner]

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ok but like...... shopping for pink clothes with miggy to get him in the barbie spirit before y'all watch the barbie movie like...........

it's amazing, really, how you managed to get him to come with you to the mall for that reason. miguel really hates going out and wasting his time and energy for such trivial purposes, and yet he told lyla to clear his schedule for the day for you. he furrowed his eyebrows as he fit his sunglasses on the minute he stepped out of the car and looked up ahead at the bustling establishment as he trailed behind you.

"again, why pink? isn't my get up good enough already?" he questioned you as you halted your steps and turned to face him with your hands on your hips. "miggy, you dare disrespect and desecrate the ancient tradition of donning pink to the opening of the barbie movie? for shame, miggy, for shame." you scolded miguel as you pouted at him and copied his furrowed eyebrows.

miguel sighed as he folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "okay, fine." he said in a reluctant manner as he gave in to your need to see him in pretty pink apparel. you smiled as you clasped your arm in his and led him to several clothing shops you frequented at. you honestly struggled to find anything that was both pink and comfortable enough for him to wear, he accidentally shredded up a few shirts and jackets here and there, but you two don't need to talk about that.

you felt rather disheartened at how, for a man as big, tall, and built as miguel, finding pink clothes for him was like finding a needle in a haystack. "so much for my dreams in pretty pink to come true..." you murmured to yourself in evident disappointment and sadness as you stepped into the car dejectedly and leaned against the car door as miguel got in, too. in a normal scenario with literally anyone else, miguel would have put the whole situation behind him and rejoice internally how the whole debacle was now over. but when he looked over at your sullen face and saddened expression, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of second-handed sadness as you stayed silent during the whole car ride.

as you two got home, you immediately walked upstairs and holed yourself up in the room your two shared, feeling too tired and let down to be talked to at the moment. miguel breathed out his own frustration at the situation and blinked back his disbelief at what he was about to do. "lyla," miguel called for the AI assistant, who was now in 1950's barbie setting. "yes, miggy dear?" she asked him as she flaunted herself and lowered her new white and black sunglasses. "...integrate all of doll miggy's wardrobe to my hologram settings for my clothes." he said, to which lyla grinned and happily obeyed to do.

miguel knocked on the door of the room after a while, and you sat up a little bit on the bed; your miggy doll was in one hand, dressed up in your mean girl inspired outfit that you personally sewed for the doll. "can i come in?" miguel asked, to which you called out your "sure," as you slumped back in bed, twiddling with the scowling doll in your hand. miguel stepped into the room, you not looking at him in shame as you thought about wasting his time, only to end up with a fruitless search.

"could you at least... look at me?" he asked you in a pleading manner, and you found yourself giving in. you hoped he wasn't too mad, maybe just a little empathetic over your desire to see him in a... oh goodness. and there, in all his glory, was miguel in a hot pink jacket, with a low v-neck cut, light pink shirt underneath with 'everyday a boss bitch' strewn on the front, with dangling pink earrings on his earlobes, with lyla's signature pink heart-shaped glasses on, a plaid hot and light pink skirt on and glittery pink stilettos that made him bump his head on the ceiling every time he walked. you covered your mouth as you accidentally dropped the miggy doll, that was the very outfit you made for it, and now...

"miggy... is a real doll-man guy...?" you asked aloud in disbelief as miguel looked extremely flustered at the brightness and slight boldness of this outfit. "this is what you wanted, right? well, now we can go see the movie now. we have 45 minutes until then, wouldn't wanna keep barbie waiting, right?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face as you got off the bed and felt over the outfit. "faux fur on the jacket's accents..." you muttered as your nearly teared up at the excellent attention to detail. miguel chuckled as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "i'd wear this for as long as you need me to, just... please don't feel sad, amor." he said as you sniffled back a few tears.

"oh, believe me, miggy... i am more than happy right now." you said as you extended your arms out to him, which was a sign that you needed him to lean down for a kiss. you pressed your lips against his own, and miguel took in every moment of it--savoring how gratifying the feeling of earning a kiss from you after practically barbiefying himself just so you wouldn't feel sad. if this is what the miggy doll gets as treatment from you, then he'd gladly be your miggy doll forever and dress in pink to watch you smile and kiss your tears away.

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life in plastic, it’s fantastic // zhou guanyu

summary: zhou and y/n build their daughter a dollhouse, inspired by a very familiar garage.

pairing: girl dad! zhou x female! reader

zhou guanyu takes being the best father in the country very very seriously

he makes sure that his little girl had everything she could ever want

every doll, barbie dream house, art set, science kit

driving her to every soccer practice, making traditional chinese pastries and snacks for the team, hand pressed orange juice

y/n comes home from a girls afternoon out to find zhou sitting at the dining room table, surrounded by hot glue sticks and cardboard

“babe, what the fuck are you doing?”

he’s staring at something on his phone, messing around with this cardboard box

“I’m building a dollhouse.”

and zhou is beaming as he turns the box around, opening it up to reveal this nice big dollhouse

“does it look familiar?”

and it does. zhou has built his daughter a scale model of the alfa romeo garage

down to the white tile flooring with his last name painted out in red (made out of shiny white translucent plastic he clearly got from a plastic duotang folder)

the team logo stuck against one wall

right now, he’s building tiny headsets for the dolls that are going to sit in the garage

made out of paper lips, pompoms and cut up curly hair ties

“this must have taken you hours, honey. i would have helped if you asked.” she laughs, dropping her purse and sitting next to him. “what do you need me to do?”

pleas imagine mr zhou guanyu sitting at the table and trying to glue little cardboard pieces together to make a tiny doll desk

stitching together little sauber race suits for the dolls

matching the remote control ferrari that Fred bought the couple when he first learned they were expecting

10/10 for girldad zhou

and of course, his daughter loves it

zhou and the little one holding races in their living room with rc barbie cars

making up radio messages to each other

TAGS

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#zhou guanyu #zhou guanyu x y/n #formula one x reader #f1 headcanon #zhou guanyu headcanon #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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hits different - huh yunjin

it’s hits different cause it’s her

warnings : a curse word here and there

genre : angst with happy ending..?

wc : 638

it’s been months since you last saw yunjin, but you still wash your hands of her at the club. everyone could see, she made a mess of you. you kept on picturing her with other girls, in love. and you don’t know if the nausea was from the picture of her lips on someone else or the alcohol, then you threw up on the street. your friends having to drag you back home because you passed out on the side of the road.

her love was like waiting for a bus that never shows, so you just end up walking. you didn’t know if it was worth it, but they say if it’s right, you just know. and every bar you go to, they play your song. the song that you used to dance to, scream to in the car, the song that you listened to when you shared earphones. and you feel so wrong hearing it now without her.

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit your friends say to get you by, but this was not like all your other breakups, it hits different this time. they used to be catastrophic blues, moving on was always easy for you to do. but now since its yunjin, it’s grey, emptiness, nothing. it hits different, cause it’s her.

you were barbie and you used to always switch out your kens so easily, you’d just ghost them when they fell and you’d rip off the bandaid to just run away with their hearts, like some asshole outlaw. freedom felt like summer on the coast then. but after loving her, freedom was winter, you and her all snuggled up at home, sharing a blanket, drinking hot chocolate and the union of lips. you thought freedom would be summer again, but the sun just burns your heart and the sand hurts your feelings.

you never didn’t cry at the bar, your sadness is contagious. and now you slur her name until someone puts you in a car. and you stopped getting invitations to anything, because all you were ever known to do was cry over yunjin.

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit your friends say to comfort you. but it hits different, it hits different this time. cause it’s her. it’s huh yunjin, the girl you recklessly gave your heart to.

you find the artifacts, and as you delved deeper, you cried over a hat. the hat she always wore whenever you went on your late night connivence store runs. the artifacts that made up your relationship with her. you cursed the space that you needed, you regretted telling her that you needed a break. and as you hold the hat, you trace the evidence and try to make some sense of why your wound is still bleeding, even after so long. she was the one that you loved, you didn’t need another metaphor, it was simple enough. every wrinkle in time, the endless date ideas she had, was like a crease by her eyes.

you dream of her hair, the way she stared at you as if you put meaning into her life, her sense of belief in the good in the world. she once believed in you, you felt her and held her for a while. and as you wipe your tears and put down the hat, you hear a key turn in the door, down the hallway. was that her key in the door? is it her? or have they come to take you away?

“oh, my, love is a lie.” shit you say to ground yourself, she hits different this time. since she came back, yunjin felt it, the difference in the way you kiss her, how you melt into her embrace, how you hold her for a second longer than usual. your love hits different this time.

this one’s kinda bad but idk it made me happy in a way

#huh yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #le sserafim #lesserafim #lesserafim x reader #gxg

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⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 actually I would like to say that you stole my phone, you know I don't use emojis like that

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler guilty ✋😔🤚

fan94: haha I'm dying 😭😭

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foxnews Y/n and boyfriend Austin Butler seen in the vip tent at the Eras tour on night 5 in L.A. #taylorswifterastour

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fan13: what could this mean😩

taytayfan: their outfits are so reputation coded 😭

clown13: get in the car looser we're going clowning

fans29: oh my gosh they look so sweet

aust1nfan: I'd pay good money to watch them dance and have fun

tay.13: what if Taylor is going to announce a new re-record tonight 🥶😨

fan94: I can't wait to see more of them at the concert

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y/n4real.2002 see you in Paris and Germany and England and then some more, I'm so ready for 2024 🥰🥰 thank you Taylor this is dream

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austinbutler: I'm so proud of you baby 💜🧶

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶💜

fan38: they are so cute, also I'm so excited

taytayfan: I knew when I saw that her and Austin are in the tent that something was up

raoxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 you better get me tickets 😡

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch if you're nice sure

taylorswift: see you there kid 😜

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift 🤗

duolingo: Imma be there 🥰🦉

fan03: duo is in the chat

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austinbutler: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: For you alone, I think and plan💜🧶

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 i love you truly

fan49: not the persuasion quote 😩 they are so cute I love them

fan3: she looks so effortlessly cool

tchalamet: aw happy 22nd sis, I'm watching you Butler, like a hawk 🦅

⤷ austinbutler: tchalamet understood

roxanne.02_b1tch: 😤😤 try all you want Butler, I'm the love of her life

fan39: omg they are cute

ha8s.all: 22 and 32?!! 🧐 kinda sus

fan1: ha8s.all shut up 🙄

austin_fan: the fact that this is his first post in a year and a half 😩😩 he loves her so much

fan584: I’m so here for them being a bit more public

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y/n4real.2002  💜🧶 eight

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austinbutler: love you my darling 💜🧶

roxanne.02_b1tch: best bridesmaid ever 🥰

⤷ joshuabassett: roxanne.02_b1tch i second that, best groomsman also in the picture here

⤷ y/n4real.2002: joshuabassett and roxanne.02_b1tch the cutest bride and groom I've ever seen

fan93: omg omg Roxanne and Joshua got married 😨😨 I'm so happy for them🥰🥰

fan.of.austin: Austin & Y/n when's your turn? 🧐

fan13: fan.of.austin tbh I think they might be married already

⤷ y/n4real.2002: fan13 no 🤣

fan930: Ah hell no, she's so unhinged

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news.hour rumor has it out favorite couple tied the knot over the weekend. Their engagement apparently lasted a year and the ring has been placed in plane sight. Read more http/y/n&austin.finally-married-www.com

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fan1: I'm pretty sure they wanted it be a secret, this is kinda disrespectful to them

hater.2005: wonder why so secretive about it

fan29: I'm so happy for them

fan4: the ring is so beautiful

⤷ austin-fan: fan4 it was his mom's 🥺

fan594: I hope the tell us soon enough and share some photos

austin.fans: I hope this is true 😭

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y/n4real.2002 the cat is out of the bag  - 08.13.2032 my love 🧶💜

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austinbutler: my sweet love, here's to forever with you 💜🧶

tchalamet: I'm so happy for you

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best speech ever

taylorswift: timeless 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: taylorswift thank you for writing such a beautiful song

billieeilish: best cake I've ever tasted

roxanne.02_b1tch: I'm so happy

fan29: I'm crying all the rumors were true 😭

fan45: she looks stunning, I can't wait to see more

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austinbutler my best girls 💜🧶

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y/n4real.2002: the best dad ever, we love you 💜🧶

tchalamet: no2 already 😨 ?! I'm so excited

⤷ y/n4real.2002: tchalamet best uncle ever

⤷ roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 what about best aunt? 🤨

⤷ y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch my god 🙄🤣

fan3: I'm so happy for them 😭

fan5: omg and it's another girl 😭😭 I'm so happy for them

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler did you just reveal the gender of our baby?! How did I miss that 😭

⤷ austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 I'm so sorry 😭

⤷ y/n4real.2002: austinbutler that's ok 😔 we're just getting old

fan.03: they keep being so funny for no reason 🤣😭

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Friendly jealousy

-- This is a platonic Hangman x reader but I can totally see it evolving into something more, so if you want me to make this a multi chapter thing, please tell me --

They were all chilling at the Hard Deck after a long day out training in the sun. Hangman was on his first ice cold beer and sipping in slowly to make it last. Rooster and Bob were playing pool and Phoenix was trying to run interference in Rooster's game. 

Coyote and Fanboy had left a few seconds for another round.

Hangman was cosy, so cosy that he almost fell asleep on one of the bar's crummy sofas. 

A hand shook him out of his state of semi consciousness.

It belonged to a lovely looking girl with long curls, gorgeous eyes and an absolutely disarmingly charming smile. And, Hangman had to add to his description, a knack for getting him to do whatever she wanted. 

"I need help" 

"Let me guess, the car won't start." 

Hangman wasn't surprised, her shitty Bronco looked so beat up that he wasn't even sure it was road legal. She wasn't a bad driver by any stretch of the imagination -- after all, he'd taught her -- but she'd inherited it from her brother who had, in turn, inherited it from her father. It was a miracle it even drove. 

"Look, I have tried to fix it like, six times this month. It's junk Y/n, just get a new car…"

Phoenix was now interested in the conversation. What was that? Was Hangman actually being friendly? She must have been dreaming.

"Hey, easy for you to say, with your swish Lieutenant salary and all, but not all of us can drive a sports car." She replied "Please try again. I'll have to hitch a ride otherwise, and I don't fancy my chances with my cohort…" 

They both looked back at where she had come from. Two guys were very obviously staring at her ass. She shivered.

"I'll drive you home" Hangman offered

"Jake, you're off tomorrow. You're going to go home at like 3 am, I have to be up by then for training. Please" She begged with her big brown eyes that could have made him do anything. 

"I could always help with your car. I'm sure it's not impossible to get it to go, Hangman might just be missing something." Another voice said. Y/n turned around to see who they were and came face to face with someone's chest. Looking up was a cute face sporting a mustache and aviator sunglasses. 

"You must be Rooster." She said, extending a hand. Behind her, Hangman stood up to his full height. Both men towered over her, it made her feel rather claustrophobic. She stepped out from between them and made eye contact with the only other woman in their group.

Phoenix was intrigued by the girl. She looked as unthreatening as could be with her civilian clothes -- jean shorts and barbie crop top -- but she held some sort of power over Hangman, not that they seemed to be in any type of relationship. She was far too snarky and comfortable around him, and Phoenix knew how the types of girls Hangman slept with looked like. They tended to look star struck, she just looked tired and annoyed.

"I didn't miss anything, Bradshaw, the car is just a beater."

"If you're confident, you won't mind if I have a look then?" 

"I told you --" the two men were standing chest to chest now, talking through grinded teeth, the muscles in their jaws twitching menacingly

"On second thoughts, Jake, maybe you could drive me home now." Y/n stepped in.

Hangman wasted no time to get out of there and into his car. 

Luckily, she only lived a few minutes away.

"Stay away from him, Y/n, he's only trying to get into your pants." He warned, she chuckled and he could feel the heat rise to his cheeks

"Jakey, what you and seemingly every other man in my life seems to forget, is that I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions." Hangman opened his mouth but she interrupted him. "I don't need your permission to sleep with anyone, and I also don't need you to look out for me at all times, it's cute but unnecessary."

She kissed his cheek and got out.

"Thanks for the ride Jakey, text you soon." She screamed from the porch of her house. Hangman waved at her mother, who was looking at them through the kitchen window and then put his car into gear and drove off. 

Strange, he'd never felt so jealous about her before.

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Blood of my Blood

Morgan Leclerc. The youngest Leclerc by only some minutes. She doesn't describe herself as a jealous person. She's not. But many fans think she is because she followed her brothers steps, wanting to be on a car and being as competitive or more than them.

The first time she saw her brother Charles driving a kart, she was with her twin brother Arthur on the grades, eating sliced apple and following all those karts with her eyes. She never understood why, but all her dreams since that day were her on the seat of her brother, listening to the noise of the motor and her head inside a helmet. All her Barbies had to fit inside the red Ferrari she and her brothers drove with a remote control, and they did races on their house.

She wanted the same as her brothers, race, feel the speed, the air on her body wrapping her while she drives those karts and turning the wheel to go through a corner.

Her favorite moment of the year wasn't when school finished, meaning that summer started. No. Her favorite moment of the year was when she walked with her mom through the streets and saw all those people building the grades for the race in the harbour, meaning that there are only some months left to see those fast cars again, to hear that wonderful noise some other girls from her school hated, and begged to their parents to go away of the city that race weekend.

When she sat for the very first time on the seat of a kart, she felt how her heart bumped hard on her chest the seconds before getting comfortable. But when she touched the wheel with both of her hands, her heart stopped beating crazy, instead it made a little jump and told her 'Hey, this is were we belong. You are in the right place'. That moment will never get out of her mind, she treasures that feeling so deep in her heart that every time someone ask her why she drives, she simply answers:

"Because my heart told me to".

And it was true. Her heart told her brain to make her legs press the gas pedal, her hands to hold tighter the wheel and her lips to smile wide. Because she was where she had to be. On a kart. On a track. In the motorsport world.

They called her and her twin Arthur 'Two bodies one mind' every time they drove through a track with their karts, being the perfect team togehter, making strategies with only the movement of a hand. They said it was the twin mind-reading, and maybe they were right, those two siblings were the perfect team.

She was pretty, a great student, stole the heart of many boys. And still, her heart was full of her love for motorsport. People in Monaco loved the Leclerc family, all of them bet for them, wanting to see them win races, go to the king category of motorsport: Formula 1.

But unfortunately, women didn't get there. Her path with her twin parted when he went to Formula 4 and she was selected as a driver for W-Series. And what hurt her the most and made her realize that she will never get on one of those cars was when her older brother Charles got on Formula 1 and she and her twin got accepted on the Ferrari Academia. The only difference was that she never was trained for the star car: the Ferrari. She was trained for her category. Sure, she met the other drivers, became great friends with Mick Schumacher and Oscar Piastri, but when they ascend categories to Formula 1 she felt bad.

She wanted to be there, with them. Competing against her brothers and best friends.

She was one of the best drivers of the female grid, making it easy to be visible for the big category. Her wins were observed by many big teams and, somehow, it wasn't funny for her brothers.

"It's dangerous, Morgan. I don't want to lose you like Jules" Charles said when he knew that Haas had an eye on her to make her a reserve driver. "Your car is safer than a F1".

"You won this last season, Mor" Arthur said. "Keep winning, Formula 1 is harder".

That made her go mad. When she thought that her brothers supported her job, the reality was different. She felt betrayed, watching how they achived their dreams while she just stayed at their backs, looking from the distance how Charles got podiums with Ferrari or gor Arthur went to Formula 2.

She distanced herself from them, moving out with her teammate to be near the headquarters of her team, and taking time to stay away from them.

"Morgan, you really need to fix things with them, they are your brothers" her older brother, Lorenzo said. "Well, it seems that they don't act like that. If they really cared for me they would cheer for me, support me. Not ignore my dreams and push me back into what they consider a comfort zone for me".

They stopped talking for a whole year, only talking the necesario on family dinners or family trips. They never talked about their jobs, she stopped asking Charles about his championship, or Arthur about the possible contract on Formula 2.

They stopped talking.

She never told them that Mick and her started dating after the end of 2021, or that Haas talked with her, wanting her as a testing driver. None of them knew that during Barcelona, she drove Mick's car and that she was going to be on the garage during the races.

She did everything to ignore her brothers. If some weekend she went to the track with Mick and walked in front of the Ferrari hospitality, she just looked to the front and ignored Charles. She stopped watching the F3 races when her twin got a podium, turning off the TV. If they don't support her she doesn't have to support them.

The day she got the call from Haas, saying that they fired Nikita Mazepin and asked her to be part of the testings and race in Bahrain, she thought they were pranking her. But then she saw the news and immediately called back saying that she will race with them.

"You will be my teammate?" Mick asked her laughing, kissing her temple. "I'm so proud of you, dear".

But, who was surprised when he saw the name of his sister at the list of drivers that will be on the same group as him for the press conference? Charles Leclerc.

The moment he saw her walking to the room, dressed with the shirt of Haas and a cap, he was speechless. The rest of the drivers were shocked as well, not knowing how his sister was there before Arthur. It was a big surprise, and all the interviewers got the change to ask her what everyone was thinking.

"Well, I think I deserve it as much as any other driver" she said looking at the cameras. "All women deserve to be on this category, and it's a big pleasure to be here right now. Not all men want us here, and we don't have as much support as them, but it never stopped me to fight for what I deserve".

Charles was shocked, surprised. He felt guilty, because he knows why she said that.

He was afraid to talk with her, just like Arthur. Whenever she walked past them, they felt like a cold wave that froze their hearts. It was like if she never saw them before. And they felt guilty.

Arthur tried to talk with her. He missed his twin, the connection the has before everything that happened. But it was like if she neber met them before. Her gaze was cold, her blue eyes were like ice cubes. But what hurt him the most was when he saw her with Mick Schumacher, happy and hugging him. He hurt him that he never noticed their relationship, that grew that year and a half they were apart.

Charles was afraid of her. He was afraid of what she could do on track, he was afraid of his own sister. It was ridiculous. But it was the truth. The moment he saw her on the screen that was in front of him while he waited to start the testing, he was breathless. He knew that Haas wasn't good last season, but now? Now with her on the car it was like if that car was ready to get podiums. And he knows that his sister was greedy, but victorious. He knows how she is, how focused, smart and talented she is.

"Love, try to talk with her" Charlotte said to him, feeling how tense he was. "How? It's like if I don't exist to her".

Mick saw the way Charles looked at her, like searching her gaze or attention. And then he looked at Morgan, how her features changed every time they walked in front of the Ferrari hospitality or near Charles.

"Morgan, are you really going to ignore him?" Mick said looking at her and then at Charles. "Yes".

They were like strangers. Strangers with the same blood and same last name. Everyone around the paddock was surprised, asking why they never talk to each other. It was weird, two siblings that never acted like siblings.

But it changed the third practice for the race.

The Haas with the number 12, Morgan's, was doing an amazing job. She was trying to set a good time so she could get into the Q3 for the qualifying. She was lighter, faster. Powerful. But then she lost control of the cae, a problem with the tyres that made her crash into the barriers.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, trying to get the car our of there. "Morgan, you alright?" her engineer asked on the radio. "Yeah, but I fucked up everything".

Charles saw a car on the barriers, and when he recognized it was a Haas he started to panic.

"Red flag, Charles" Xavi said. "Slow down and come back to the box". "Who is it?" he asked nervous, anxious. "Eh... Morgan".

He wanted to jump out of his car, run towards the car of his sister and get her out of there. But he couldn't. What if she push him away, scream at him?

He parked the car on the garage and jumped out of it, ignoring the staff of the red garage and ran to the Haas one, worried. He looked around, searching her blonde hair, and when he saw her walking out of the safety car, he ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I was so worried" he whisper on her shoulder, hiding his face on her neck. She was shocked, feeling how his arms wrapped her tightly, how his body shook with quiet sobs. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mor".

She frowned, wrapping her arms around his body slowly. He was crying, and she was too.

"I am proud, Morgan" he whispered. "We are proud. We really are. We watched all your races".

That was what broke her. She was so selfish, so stupid. She pushed them away while the only thing they wanted is to see her, support her. She ignored all the people that told her how her brothers missed her, how they wanted her back.

"I'm so stupid" she mumble hugging him. "I just... God, I wanted to be like you. I wanted it ... But then you and Arthur told me those things" she whispered. "We were idiots. We only saw you as our little sister, not as a driver. Fuck... You won three times on W-Series. You are here!" He exclaimed, making her giggle. "You are a Formula 1 driver, Morgan. Finally".

She pulled away from him and sighed, looking at her older brother. Charles cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead and touched the braid she made.

"Arthur is here, right?" She whispered. "Can I see him? Where is he?".

He laughed and looked around. The pracitis going to restart soon. He told her where her twin is,, and since she can't go back to the practice, she ran out of the garage if her team and went to the Ferrari hospitality.

"Is Arthur there?" she asked to the man that was standing in front of the main door. He nod, taking a step to the side and letting her walk inside. "Arthur?" she mumble, looking the back of his blonde hair.

He turned around and the moment he saw her there, dressed with the Haas suit, he got up and ran towards her without doubting it. He cried, just like her.

"Morgan..." He mumble and she shook her head, hugging him tightly. "I know. I'm sorry". She already knows what he's thinking, the way he looked at her tells everything. "I missed you too" she whispered.

She missed her family, her brothers. The feeling of being a team, a perfect team. The blood of her blood.

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One Of A Kind Love

Allan x F!Reader

Y/N was a discontinued doll. Of course being discontinued while living in Barbieland was a disaster. She was immediately moved to weird Barbie’s house and her dream house was left to gather dust.

Y/N resented Mattel for discounting her. She has made them such a big profit but they wanted to continuously put out toys that were less quality that would be cheaper for them to make and so they’d break and force consumers to buy more consistently.

Allan was lonely. He was the only Allan. There were different versions of kens and Barbie’s surrounding him in this perfectly pink world, yet he was the only Allan. He didn’t feel like he fit in with the Ken’s even after being a designated ‘Buddy’ for Ken.

He was left alone as Barbie’s had their girls nights.

He was left alone as Ken’s tried to show off to each other.

When Ken attempted to take over the world, Allan attempted to flee Barbieland. He didn’t want anything to change. He also couldn’t bring himself to treat the Barbies the disrespect that’s been forced upon them.

But they decided to turn around and get Stereotypical Barbie to help save them from patriarchy. Allan decided right then and there that he would never get out but he realized he didn’t want to leave Barbieland to fall. So he helped.

Allan led the two humans into weird Barbie’s house. They were met with Stereo Barbie sulking on the floor and Weird Barbie in the splits.

“It’s not the Ken’s!” Weird Barbie called out and it prompted the others to walk out of their hiding space.

Allan almost collapsed. He couldn’t stop staring at Y/N who looked nervous as she looked in their directional and Allan hoped she’d never stop.

Gloria was gushing over the Discontinued Barbies as she named them off, lastly getting to Y/N.

“This is Y/N! She was like everyone’s favorite Barbie, although she wasn’t formally named one, because she was just so durable. It made it so they could never be broken and it ended up being a lot of kids only Barbie.”

Y/N looked shy at the description as if she was some special Barbie but what kind of use is being durable. Meanwhile there was doctor barbie and even physicist Barbie.

Allan couldn’t disagree more. When Y/N smiled at him he felt like the most special person in the world.

Once Stereotypical Barbie was in on the plan they set it into action. All of the Barbie’s who they saved from a Ken would be the next one to save a Barbie. But that left Y/N and Allan in the car sometimes. The other discontinued’s stayed back at the weird dream house to make sure no Kens came to take it over, although it was highly unlikely.

“Hi Y/N.” Allan spoke with a smile adoring his face. The others were out of the van and he couldn’t help but say hi to his newly formed crush. That’s just what the dolls did.

“Hi Allan!” She spoke back excitedly with a smile on her face. Needless to say Y/N had bad self-esteem, which she only figured out because of Weird Barbie. Being discontinued affected each doll differently, but with there being nothing necessarily wrong with her body when she was discontinued like some of the others, it felt like more of a her issue.

“You know my name?” Allen was used to being overlooked. After all there was only him, surrounded by different Ken’s and Barbies.

“Of course!”

Before they could continue the doors flung open and another Barbie was brought into the reprogramming chamber so to speak.

Allan and Y/N couldn’t help but sneak glances back and forth. If a doll could blush Allan would be bright red.

After a little time skip and a battle of the ken’s later, the world was back to normal. Now the Ken’s we’re going to get a little more recognition and be acknowledged as more than accessories. Which was a win for them. After all they just truly wanted the horses and to feel appreciated.

But Allan and Y/N? It didn’t go back to their normal. Allan was now acknowledged by everyone, and he didn’t have to say anything first all the time. But, also he has someone he spent his time with.

Y/N used to only stay up in the Weird House to be with the others who were discontinued. That’s just how it was, and she admittedly felt nervous around the perfect Barbie’s who had roles in the world.

But even if a major lesson in life is to find who you are and not define yourself by your significant other.

There was no rule against finding yourself with each other.

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16 from promo list 3 with robin? (preferably robin pov if u do that) :)

12 Years

Summary: You and Robin had been friends since kindergarten and always dreamed of escaping Hawkins together. As senior year comes to an end, Robin decides that putting distance between would be best for the both of you.

Prompt: We’ve been friends since childhood, and I’ve accepted that we’re just not meant to be. I’ve moved on and encouraged you to follow your dreams. I didn’t know that your dream was me.

Word count: 4,161

A/N: this was so hard to write omg i kept scrapping things and rewriting. i like how it turned out though, so I hope you do too! as always, feedback, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!

CW: Swearing, implied homophobia, pining

August 1975 

You and Robin scrambled off the bus on your first day of second grade and skipped back to your neighboring houses hand in hand. You had been best friends since you moved to Hawkins two years prior. The girl with sandy blonde hair showed up on your doorstep with a handful of Hotwheels cars and a smile, inviting you to go play in her backyard treehouse. From there, you were attached at the hip. You played at each other’s houses after school, had sleepovers just about every weekend, played at recess together, and ate lunch side by side in the school cafeteria. Robin Buckley was your best and only friend and you were her’s. Neither of you were very good at making friends outside of each other and this school year was no different. No one wanted to play with you at recess or sit with you at lunch. The other kids weren’t mean to you and Robin, per se, they just ignored you and declined your invitations to play. 

“Race ya?” Robin challenged with a competitive glint in her eye when you stopped in front of her house. 

“But you always win, Robin!” You groaned. 

“I’ll ease up this time, I swear!” She held out her pinky finger and you hooked your own around it, satisfied with her promise. 

“Ready, set, go!” You shouted, bolting out in front of Robin and making a beeline for the treehouse in the Buckley’s backyard; your special place. You quickly climbed the ladder and threw the door open, taking a seat on the wooden floor when you reached the top. 

“I win!” You announced proudly when Robin finally made it up the ladder. 

“For once,” the blonde quipped with a playful smile as she took a seat beside you and reached for one of her toy cars, passing you your favorite Barbie doll in the process. 

You started to carefully brush the doll's hair with a plastic comb as Robin rolled her car on the wood floor, making engine noises and occasional honking sounds as she played. 

“Hey, Rob?” You interrupted her playing with a gentle tap on her shoulder. 

“Yeah?” She turned to you, letting her toy car fall to the floor. 

“What do you think second grade will be like?” 

“Just like every other year,” She shrugged, “We’ll eat lunch and play at recess together every day and learn math and reading,” She scrunched her face up at the last part, already dreading the academics that lie ahead. 

“But we aren’t in the same class this year. You’ll still be my friend, right? Even if you meet new friends in your class?” 

She nodded, “I promise I’ll be your best friend forever,” She sealed her promise by holding her pinky finger out and linking it with yours, “no matter what.”

March 1986

Robin watched you from across the hall as you laughed with one of your friends at your locker. In the crowded hallway, it was too loud to hear your laughter, but she could hear it in her head, having made you laugh enough over the past 12  years that it was ingrained in her brain. She missed the sound of it, just as much as she missed being the one to draw it out of you. You two hadn’t spoken in weeks. It was her own fault, but it still hurt all the same. Over your years of friendship, Robin developed feelings for you that only got stronger year after year. At first, her feelings were easy to push down and ignore in order to convince herself that nothing’s changed. But over the years, her feelings grew until somewhere along the way, they blossomed into a love and adoration that she couldn’t ignore anymore. 

With the last few months of senior year coming up quickly, Robin decided that it would be best for both you and her if she kept her distance. Maybe then, you wouldn’t plan on attending Hawkins Community College instead of a big fancy university outside of Indiana like you always dreamed of so you could stay here with her. Just because she couldn’t afford to get out of Hawkins didn’t mean that she should hold you here. She also thought that putting some distance between you may also allow her crush on you to fizzle out so she could focus on girls that she actually had a chance with. Unfortunately, she still found herself staring at you when she saw you in the hallways or in classes that she shared with you and Steve teased her relentlessly for it.

“Robin, you need to either go over there or stop gawking at y/n.” Steve said as he leaned against the locker beside Robin’s, “You should just tell her, you know? This whole thing is so stupid.” 

Robin slammed her locker shut and frowned as she turned to glance at you just as you linked your arm with your friend’s and walked in the direction of your next class. 

“It’s not stupid, Steve. She needs to get out of Hawkins. I can’t be the one holding her here,” She sighed as the pair walked away from her locker, “And as for the crush that you insist I just come clean about, there is no good outcome. Either she rejects me and thinks I’m a creep, or she likes me back and ends up staying in Hawkins so we can be together… I’m doing it for her.” 

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You and I both know that not talking to you is hurting her more than it’s helping her.”

“Oh yeah, she looked real distraught just now,” Robin rolled her eyes as she and Steve found their seats in their next class. 

He leaned over to her as soon as they got settled, “That’s not fair Robin. You see her for 30 seconds a day, max. And you don’t even talk to her! You have no idea how she really feels.”

He was right, Robin had no idea how you felt and the thought of that broke her heart. It had only been a few weeks, but she wasn’t sure that she even knew you anymore. You always said that a person could change a lot in a matter of weeks and she wondered if that was true of you. 

**** 

When Steve dropped her off at her house after school, she lingered in the car for a minute as she eyed your house next door. Your car wasn’t in the driveway yet; she had beaten you home. She thanked Steve and waved at him as he backed out of her driveway before turning toward her backyard and running to the treehouse. 

She sat on the wooden floor that was once littered with plastic cars, crayons, coloring books, and dolls. As the years passed, the cluttered floors became cluttered walls as you and Robin tacked photos of the two of you and posters of your favorite artists and movies to the wooden walls of the treehouse. The keep out sign from your childhood remained on the window for 12 years as a reminder of the origins of your friendship. The warm feeling that looking at the haphazardly drawn sign used to give her was replaced with so much sadness that she almost considered taking it down, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually do it. 

The treehouse remained your special place throughout middle and high school and even though you weren’t speaking, Robin still considered it your place and went there when she was missing you. She often practiced her trumpet up there or did her homework as soft music played from her cassette player, things that you used to do together, but found they were much more lonely without you there to whisper the answers to a math problem, slip your own cassettes into the player to show her new music, or be her audience as she practiced a new song for band.

Today, she decided that she would do her English homework and pulled out her copy of The Great Gatsby as she put her favorite mixtape, the one you made her, in the player and started to read. Suddenly, she heard a thud that made her jump as the treehouse door was pushed open. Your head popped through the door in the floor and your eyes went wide as you noticed Robin sitting there. 

“I-I’m sorry,” You stuttered, “It seems that we both had the same idea… I’ll just-” She motioned back down the ladder and started climbing down. 

Robin should have let you go, she knew that, but that was the first thing that you had said to her in weeks and she craved more. 

“No!” She shouted, startling you once again, “This is our special place, which means that it belongs to you too, right?” You nodded in response, “Okay, then you have a right to be here too. We can share the space.” 

You looked at her with furrowed brows, almost as if you thought that Robin’s offer was a trap, “Are you sure you don’t mind? I was just going to do my homework, but I can just go do it in my room or at the library…”

“I don’t mind, really.”

You nodded as you pulled yourself up onto the wooden surface. You took a seat beside Robin in the spot you’ve been sitting in for as long as you can remember and pulled out your calculus textbook and a pencil, setting the book on the floor and starting on your assigned problems. 

The two of you sat in tense silence for about 20 minutes before you broke it, “I’m sorry. I know we’re supposed to be doing our homework in here like you haven’t been avoiding me for weeks, but I just can’t.” Your voice broke a bit and so did Robin’s heart, “I guess I’m just confused about why.  Why do you want to just ignore 12 years of friendship? Did I do something?” 

Robin closed her book on her index finger, using it to mark her page. She racked her brain for something, anything to say that would be at least adequate enough to convey her reasoning and make you understand without fully pouring her heart out. 

“If I did something, Rob, you have to tell me so I can fix it.” You reached out and rested your hand on her knee, a gesture that you did over and over again when Robin still wanted to talk to you and be close to you. The blonde jerked away from your touch as soon as your hand landed on her skin. She forgot how warm your hands were and how freely you showed your affection through touch. 

Tears prickled in your eyes as Robin pulled away from your hand, “Oh, I see,” You got up and started packing your things, “I guess this was a mistake, then.” 

“No, y/n, wait,” Robin reached out for you as you bent down to pull the door open to exit. 

“Why should I?” You spat, throwing your hands in the air, “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks with no explanation and when I finally ask you for one, you’re silent and you jump away from me like I’m some stranger and not your best friend of 12 years… Do you know how much that hurts, Robin?” 

“I’m sorry, y/n/n,” She stood up and walked to you, “I just think that it’s best that we go our separate ways.” 

“Best for who, Robin? Because I know it’s not best for me.” You scoffed, “You don’t even know the hell I’ve been through since you started avoiding me. So don’t give me that shit.”  A moment of silence passed as Robin thought about your words, “What about our pact? Best friends forever no matter what,” You whispered, “We pinky swore.” 

You knew how childish you sounded, but you meant it when you made that pact all those years ago, and you thought Robin did too. Now you weren’t so sure. 

“That was 11 years ago,” Robin mumbled as she stared down at her feet. 

“It was a promise.” 

“A promise that we made in second grade is not as important as your future, y/n!” Robin snapped and immediately regretted her tone when she looked up to find hurt written on your features. 

“What do you mean, my future?” 

“You can’t go to Hawkins Community College, y/n. Not when you’ve gotten accepted to universities outside of this shithole town and dreamed of getting out of here since middle school.” She examined your face, imploring you to understand, “I know that we dreamed of getting out together and you only want to go to the community college because that’s where I have to go, but I can’t let you do that.” 

“You don’t get to make that decision for me, Rob,”  You said softly, stepping toward her and taking her hands in yours, “You matter to me more than some stupid university or even getting out of Hawkins. We’ll get out together in a few years. I think the past few weeks have shown that I can’t live without you, anyway,” 

Robin was frustrated. She needed you to just understand and continue as you were for the past few weeks. In all honesty, she thinks she would rather you find out about her crush and think she was a creep rather than have you stay here in Hawkins for her. 

“I have to confess, I haven’t been quite honest with you either,” You said, looking down at your hands that were laced with Robin’s. You twisted one of her rings around her finger as you stared. 

Robin was taken aback. What could you possibly have to tell her? 

“Remember when I told you that I didn’t think I was going to have a date to prom because there was no one that I liked?” 

“Yeah,” Robin replied with furrowed brows. 

“Well, that was a lie. There is someone that I like, but I’m not entirely sure that they’d like me back.”

Robin wondered why you were acting like this was such a big deal. She didn’t exactly think that you having a crush was big news. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, even some that you’ve initially lied to her about until you were ready to tell her. She listened intently anyway, as she deemed anything that you had to say important. 

“See, I want to go to prom with you, but not as friends like we had planned to before…you know.” 

“What? You like me?” Robin asked bewildered. She was rendered speechless, which wasn’t a common occurrence for the blonde. 

You mistook her question for a judgemental one and recoiled a bit, refusing to look up at her. You knew she was a lesbian. She had told you when you were sophomores, so you knew that it wasn’t the concept of liking girls that she disapproved of, just your crush on her. Even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her, so you pressed on. 

“Yeah, I have for about a year now, actually.” You let out a nervous laugh, “After not talking to you for a few weeks, I guess I just wanted to tell you because I realized that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I lost you without telling you how I really felt about you…”

You were just about to gather your things and go, assuming that your confession had gone south, when Robin surprised you. 

“I like you too,” She whispered, finally feeling the weight lift off her shoulders at the confession, “That’s part of the reason why I was avoiding you.” 

Your head snapped up and your eyes settled on Robin, who wore a shy smile. 

“You dingus,” You giggled, pulling her into a tight hug. 

You buried your head in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent, her strawberry shampoo mixed with her musky perfume. It was your favorite smell in the world and hugging her was your favorite feeling. Robin was always your lifeline, your rock, especially through middle and high school when the struggles of pre-teenagehood and teenagehood started to set in. She was there for every fight with your parents, every breakup, and every bully that made you cry and being without her for weeks made you feel like a part of you was missing. Hugging her felt like she was putting you back together. She tried to pull away, butt you held on, basking in the feeling for another minute before letting her go. 

“What?” Robin laughed, her arms still wrapped around your waist, even after you pulled away from the hug. 

“You stopped talking to me for weeks because you like me? Sometimes, you’re a mystery to me, Buckley.” 

“And because I didn’t want to be the reason that you stayed in Hawkins!” She defended, “You’re definitely not going to consider leaving Hawkins after graduation now, are you?” 

You shook your head, “Nope, not until you do. You need to stop stressing about that and just be here with me. I’m happy with my decision.” You reassured her. 

“But you got accepted to that university in California that you’ve been excited about since middle school and I don’t want to be the reason that you lose that chance o-or the reason that you’re stuck in Hawkins for the rest of your life! You don’t deserve that. You deserve to get out of here and find a safe space for people like us, maybe even find someone that knows what its like to be able to freely kiss a girl and-” Robin’s rambling was cut off by your lips on her’s. 

Robin was addicted to your kiss the moment your lips collided with yours. Your lips tasted like your favorite chapstick, the one that she was always borrowing from you, but she decided that it tasted better on your lips than it did from the tube. Your arms were wound around her neck and pulled her closer to you as your lips moved in sync. She chased your lips when you pulled away and a pretty blush rose to her cheeks, hiding her freckles. 

“I don’t mind waiting a few years if it means I get to be with you. California is my dream, but so are you, Robin Buckley.” You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, “You’re my most important dream.” 

July 1988

“Is that everything?” Steve asked as he picked up a box labeled “kitchen.” 

You and Robin had gone to Hawkins Community college together for your freshman and sophomore years. You lived at home the first year and saved up enough to be able to split rent on a dingy little apartment near campus for your second year. Finally, after two years of dating, two years of college, and one year of living together, you and Robin could afford to move to New York and transfer to a small college there. While it wasn’t exactly California, it wasn’t Hawkins and it was a safe for you and Robin, and thats what mattered most. As excited as you were to finally be free of the shithole that is Hawkins, Indiana, you dreaded saying your goodbyes. 

“I think so,” Robin said as she scanned the apartment for anything that you may have forgotten. 

You emerged from your bedroom with a smile and a mischievous glint in your eye, “Robin, my love, why was your Like a Virgin cassette in the bathroom drawer?” You giggled, wiggling the cassette tape in your hand as your walked toward your girlfriend.

Steve stifled a laugh as he walked out the door with the moving box.

“I like to listen to it in the shower when you aren’t home…” She blushed as you wound your arms around her middle. 

“You almost left it here,” You pointed out, “I’m sure the next renters would have loved to get a copy of a Madonna cassette for free with the apartment.”

“You are insufferable!” She joked, lightly pushing you away, “Come on, lets get out there before Steve gets impatient.” 

“Alright, Madonna. Let’s go.” 

Robin turned around and gave you a playful glare as you walked out the door. 

As you reached the moving truck outside, Steve was loading the last box into the back of the truck.

“Well… if that was the last box, then I guess you guys are gonna get out of here soon, huh?” He asked as he hopped down from the bed of the truck. 

You nodded, “Yeah. We have to drop by our parents’ houses then we’ll be on the road.” 

“I’m gonna miss you guys,” He smiled sadly at the two of you, standing in front of him hand in hand, “But I’m happy for you, I really am.” 

You and Robin responded with a bone crushing hug that Steve immediately returned with just as much fervor. 

“Don’t forget to call when you get to your new apartment and at least once a week,” Steve said as he pulled away from the hug and wiped stray tears from his cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, you dingus,” Robin let out a watery laugh. 

“I guess this is uh… goodbye, then.” 

“Goodbye for now,” You reassured him with a steady hand on his shoulder before hopping in the driver’s seat of the moving truck. 

After giving Steve one more hug, she followed suit and tearily slid into the passenger’s seat. You planted a hand on her thigh and rubbed her thumb over her knee as you made your way to your old street. 

After another teary goodbye to each of your parents, Robin stopped you with a hand on your shoulder as you started back toward the moving truck. 

“Let’s see the treehouse, you know, just one more time.” She said as hot tears slid down her cheeks. 

You nodded as you wiped her tears with your thumb and took her hand, heading toward the Buckley’s backyard. As soon as you cleared the ladder, you walked around, inspecting the relics from your childhood and teenagehood. Polaroid pictures of you and Robin, posters, and childhood drawings and coloring pages were still tacked securely to the wall, but faded over time. A box of toy cars and barbie accessories rested on one of the shelves, tucked away. An old cassette player sat on the floor where you and Robin used to sit and and empty box that once housed your cassettes laid next to it. 

“I think this is the only place in Hawkins that I’m going to miss,” Robin said as she picked up your favorite Barbie doll from elementary school, “We made so many memories in here…” 

“We had our first playdate in here,” You chuckled as you thumbed through a photo album that contained pictures of you and Robin from elementary thoroughhigh school. 

“And our first kiss,” Robin whispered in your ear as she came up behind you wrapped her arms around you, looking at the photos over your shoulder. 

You set the photo album down and turned around in her arms to look at her. Your arms wrap around her neck as you stare up at her lovingly, “What are we going to do without our special place?” 

Robin smiled at you warmly, “We’ll be okay without it,” She assured you. “We’ll find a new special place in New York and we can always come back to this one when we visit our parents.” 

You nodded and pressed a light kiss on her cheek before pulling away from her grasp to pick up the photo album again. You eyed the treehouse window, where the keep out sign was still hung and smiled to yourself. This place was the physical embodiment of your relationship with Robin. It had relics from every stage of your friendship and your relationship up to this point. Logically, you knew that you and Robin had a special history without all of the things that the treehouse held, but not being able to come back and see it whenever you wanted broke your heart. 

“Come on, love,” Robin ghosted a hand over your back, “Let’s get on the road before it gets too dark.” 

You nodded and descended the ladder with one final glance at your special treehouse. Once you were back in the moving truck, you placed the photo album in Robin’s lap for her to hold as you drove. You realized that the dream that you and Robin came up with in that old treehouse was finally coming true years later, and although you couldn’t strap the treehouse to the top of your moving truck and bring it to your new home, having Robin by your side would be more than enough because the treehouse wasn’t your special place, she was and she would continue to be for years and years to come. 

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Wachowski Bros Get Flu Shots:

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Tom and Maddie don’t know what to do. They’ve set the appointment for the boys to get their flu shots, and have yet to tell them.

The boys in question are happily playing with LEGOS without a care in the world.

Tom decides to just rip off the bandage. He sits next to the little group “hey boys! Whatcha building?”

Sonic looks up at him “Barbies Dream House.”

Knuckles nods “I wonder what it is like to have an expansive closet.”

Tails sits up from what he was working on “the elevator is complete!” The boys share a high five all around.

Tom decides… bandage ripping can come later.

Later comes when they’re getting in the car to go. “Where are we going?” Tails asks, kicking his little legs in his seat.

“A quick trip to the doctors!” Maddie responds, resulting in groans from all 3 of the boys. Maddie turns around in her seat as the car begins to move “trust me, you boys need this.”

The brothers look at each other in fear. What is gonna happen to them?

Tom looks at them in the mirror and smiles “flu shots are veeery important.”

The boys say in unison “SHOTS???”

Tom and Maddie cheer, ignoring the horror in their sons faces. Those boys heard shots and immediately thought they were gonna die.

Once they get to the doctors, they’re put in a line. Maddie will be with the boys getting their shots, and Tom is chaos control staying outside the door and making sure the other two don’t run off.

Knuckles is first. Turns out he’s deathly afraid of needles. He’s not whining or crying though, but he is trying to leave. When he’s in the chair, he looks mortified. Maddie tries to distract him by talking to him, but it doesn’t work, because the needle snaps the moment it touches his arm. Knuckles growls and goes behind Maddie, holding his arm. “Mother they tried to stab me. Tell them to stop this at once.” Knuckles complains. Maddie hugs him “baby, we’re just trying to keep you safe. This shot will protect you from getting super sick.. like internal armour.” “Internal armour..?” “Yes, baby.” Knuckles slowly returns to his chair. This time the nurse talks him through everything she’s doing.. unfortunately when he sees the needle he makes a weird sound and passes out. When he’s coming to, he’s still in his chair, and he has a piece of tape holding a cotton ball to his arm. Bro looks betrayed. He doesn’t realize that at some point he woke up and told them to just get it done before promptly passing out again. He’s taken to his brothers and dad to relax for a bit.

Then it’s Sonics turn. They had to drag him in there. All exits had to be blocked due to him trying to escape. Sonics pulling all the stops, yelling, kicking, hissing, the works. Nothing works out for him as he’s put in the chair. The nurse starts preparing the needle. Maddie crouches down in front of Sonic and holds his hand “it’s going to be ok, Sonic. Moms here. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” “Promise?” “Promise.” Maddie scratches behind his ear, making him relax. Next thing he knows, the nurse announces she’s done, and she pops the used needle into the biohazard bin. “Wait- that’s it?” Sonic is shocked. “Yep!” The nurse says. “Man. I freaked out for nothin!” Sonic laughs off his embarrassment.

Tails is next. Unlike his brothers, he has gotten shots before. It doesn’t mean that he likes them, though. He’s a little small for the chair so he sits in Maddie’s lap. He doesn’t dare look at the needle. He closes his eyes and holds his breath, whimpering when he feels the pinch. Maddie rubs his hand to keep him calm. Then it’s done, and his bandage gets a smiley face! “Well done! You were so brave, Miles!” The nurse says digging through a drawer. “I-I was?” Tails asks “yea! You did so good. In fact, so good that you get to have a sticker.” The nurse presents to him a sticker sheet. He picks a jet sticker. Maddie squeezes him, kissing he lil head “I’m so proud of you, Tails.” “Thank you!”

Tails trots back out to find his brothers and father and show them his sticker. They crowd around him, giving him high fives and praises. Sonic and Knuckles totally aren’t jealous that they don’t have stickers. Totally.

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