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#also don't look at the clipping armor shhh you do not see the clipping armor
ineed-to-sleep ยท 3 months
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Using the appearance edit enhanced mod for my evil purposes(putting my ocs in bg3 and making them kiss)
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just-some-random-blogger ยท 1 year
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alright! could you do sn ewan mitchell x reader fic/crackfic where there's already an established relationship between the two with reader also being an actress and they're just in bliss with eachother. reader likes to be a bit funny behind the scenes with Ewan and all that! maybe moments of them just living life together too, please?
Barbie
Ewan Mitchell x Reader
Summary: "Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane. Ewan grunts.
Word Count: <500
Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: tbh its like... not specified what reader does, other than the fact on this particular day, babes did a food run for the cast. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNIE! Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @risefallrise @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred
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I walk in on set with a bag of take-away in both hands and Ewan's hoodie draped over my shoulder.
At the moment, Ewan was filming a scene with Olivia, and so Tom, who was wearing a protective cover for his wig, was the one that spotted and greeted me, helping me set out the food that I brought.
"Wow," Fabien whispers excitedly as he spots me and walks over to the table, "you truly are a darling, my love," he says, pulling me in for a side hug, rather awkwardly making me crash into his armor.
I smile at him and exaggeratedly scoff, "don't I know it."
Tom, Fabien, and I then take the food out of the bags and set it up for everyone.
Tom bites into his burger and Fabien scoops into his sundae. The former huffs, "it's always a good day when you're on set."
I chuckle and curtsy, "why, thank you, my king."
Tom nods and raises a hand at me, waving the way royals do.
"CUT!"
I turn over and find Olivia, Ewan, and the director speaking to each other. The next moment, the direct calls for a lunch break and the Targaryens are walking over.
Ewan smiles when wave at him.
"Hello, love," he says as he approaches, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I rub his shoulder as I take his jacket and hand it to him, "you left this in the car."
Ewan takes his hoodie as Olivia greets me and takes her share of the food. Ewan takes his hoodie, "I thought I misplaced it here."
"Well, clearly not."
Ewan then takes his share of food and sits down at the floor in corner of the cramp room. He beckons me over, just as a stylist comes in and asks to secure Ewan's wig.
I turn to her as Ewan walks over, chewing some fries. I watch as she puts clips on the side of Ewan's head. I then ask, "would it be super bad of me if I brush my fingers through his hair?"
The stylist turns to me and chuckles, "hmm, I think it'll be fine as long as you don't rip at it."
I grin as Ewan mutters, "oh, gosh, now you've done it."
I break into a giggle as the stylist looks between us in slight confusion.
"When I tell you how eager this hair enthusiast has been to play with this hair," Ewan mutters in faux annoyance.
"Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane.
Ewan grunts.
The stylist and the others laugh.
"To be fair, darling," Olivia offers from the side, "it is the type of wig calling out to be finger combed."
"See," I turn to her, "you get it." Olivia nods enthusiastically.
Ewan thanks the stylist as she walks off.
"Just-" Ewan turns to me, "-don't get overexcited."
"Me?" I make a face at him, "never."
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