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The Experiment

Sherlock Holmes x reader

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Summary: When you married Sherlock, you discovered a side to him that you would never have expected. A side that was only for you.

Author's notes: See if you can spot the line I included from a Sherlock Holmes story as a nod to Victorian Sherlock… I used a few Victorian terms in this to make it authentic, so on the off chance that you're an historian specialising in Victorian dirty talk, please be kind 😉. This is written with any Victorian Sherlock in mind, but leaning toward Henry.

Warnings/content: nsfw, shameless smut, 18+, f!reader, reader has a vagina, dirty talk (but make it Victorian), first time, marriage, breeding kink, fingering, cream pie, cunnilingus, overstimulation, discussion of safe word, mentions of blow jobs, dom Sherlock if you squint, mentioned aftercare

Marrying a gentleman like Sherlock, there was no surprise that when it came to matters of the marital bed, he was technically as inexperienced as you.

You had been delighted to learn that he had a tendency to live slobbishly from time to time despite scrubbing up exceptionally well; neglecting his hair, sleeping in, wearing his dressing gown all day, not bothering with trifles like what time you ate dinner or who was calling in when his organised chaos took over your home (especially if it was his brother Mycroft).

You were also pleased that he wasn’t a prude — in his line of work you supposed it would be difficult to be completely prudish — because you felt you could comfortably be yourself around him, which seemed such a rare treat for a woman living in these days.

But the one thing you were utterly surprised by, was the way he spoke to you about sex. And even more surprising; how completely crazed he seemed for you. It went against everything you expected of him while courting, and definitely against everything that the general public would ever imagine of him.

Always treating you entirely properly, you’d expected an awkward and perhaps uncomfortable encounter upon consummating your marriage, sure that he would not have time or care for physical affection, especially since he usually displayed such an obvious aversion to the touch of others.

On the contrary, he seemed to have a great deal of confidence as well as an intricate insight into the topic, even upon your first time together. His approach set every nerve in your body aflame before sating you completely and providing a generous offering of his pearly seed to establish itself in your belly.

When you found yourself atop your newly shared bed, at first you worried your ankles may be revealed as your dress lifted above your boots, but he didn’t seem at all phased. You supposed people did see one another in the nude once they were married, and although the thought had been eating away at your nerves, but Sherlock didn’t seem nearly as on edge, which went a long way to soothing your worries.

You’d seen this look of his before. His sparkling eyes devoured you as though you were a new and exciting mystery to be solved, and knowing him as you did, he would no doubt be filled with drive fit for a thorough investigation.

‘Do not worry, darling, I shan’t strip you of your beautiful dress just yet,’ he soothed, caressing your cheek before shedding himself of his jacket and loosening his ascot. ‘Let us start slow, we do have all night after all.’

He moved down to sit beside where you laid upon the bed, and his fingers worked to remove your boots, sending shivers tingling up your legs as his flesh eventually brushed against yours.

You watched him carefully as he rolled his sleeves up, wondering what on earth he was preparing for. You began to feel entirely like one of his experiments, and you supposed that in a way, since this was his first time too, you were. The thought made your lips curl in amusement and your heart race.

‘Have you researched sex, Sherlock?’ you asked bashfully as he lifted your skirts further and ran his fingertips, featherlight and only slightly shaky, up along the contours of your inner thighs.

Gently, he pushed your legs apart, fingers hooking under the soft fabric of your bloomers as that gorgeous curl loosened to fall over his forehead.

‘Of course I have,’ he said simply, still entirely focussed on contributing to your growing arousal. ‘One cannot possibly get something of such delicate balance down to an exact science without sufficient data… just like one cannot perform an exact art without practise. And practice, we shall…’

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the imagery of him studying indecent books with your pleasure in mind. You were overcome with an unusual desire to squeeze your thighs together, but ignored it in favour of feeling entirely safe in his apparently capable hands. Hands that were slipping your bloomers down past your knees and dropping them unceremoniously to the floor.

His fingers began to explore your slick folds, not at all helping to cool the red hot blush that powdered your cheeks.

‘Oh, how I’ve dreamed of bedding you, my darling,’ he breathed, settling properly beside you on the bed. ‘I’m going to satisfy you in ways you cannot fathom. Don’t be shy, you’re doing so well for me.’

Your unexpected cry of pleasure tore through the otherwise silent room, his finger now slowly pumping in and out of your heat. You gripped his arm as if holding on for dear life, fearful that you might otherwise float away in this unexpected haze of bliss.

‘You feel like silk,’ he praised, voice weakening slightly. ‘That’s it, hold on to me, you’re safe. You’re going to come on my fingers first, my needy little minx. Focus on how they fill you, how they caress your inner walls. Does it excite you as it excites me?’

You nodded. Your mind was fuzzy with pleasure like you’d never known, so much so that answering verbally seemed a certain impossibility.

‘I have fantasised about taking you on my fingers,’ he whispered, low and deep into your ear, ‘how divine you would sound as you give in to your pleasure, my name slipping hungrily from between those pretty lips.’

He removed his finger then, and a whine of protest erupted from somewhere within you. You just felt so empty without his elegant digit sliding in and out of your swollen entrance, dragging against something inside that made you absolutely ravenous for more — but a new sensation soon took over and you felt disappointed no longer.

His slick coated fingers dragged up through your folds and you shuddered, all the nerve endings in your body, it seemed, set alight at once. But when he reached the throbbing nub at the apex of your sex, there was suddenly ten times the bliss you’d felt before and your body jolted upward as your scream pierced the room.

‘Ah, it seems it’s not so hard to find after all,’ he said casually, ‘I summised that most men were simply to lazy to bother with this little trick, and perhaps I was onto something. But look at you darling, how you tremble for me while I massage your pretty, soaked flower. What man wouldn’t want to witness their love so utterly wanton for their touch? To feel her blatant arousal at his very fingertips?’

Your mind had turned all but blank, the sensations shooting through your body overwhelming you as his fingers danced with perfect pressure against your clitoris.

‘Sh-Sherlock- I- oh!’

‘I know, darling, I know, you need to come for me, don’t you?’

Swiftly, he pressed his thumb to your clit and slipped a finger easily back inside, fucking you harder and faster than before, watching with delight as you unravelled beneath him.

As the lewd slapping of his fingers fucking into your sopping sex filled the room he, quite pragmatically albeit with a much darker voice than that which he uses during his usual experiments, talked you through your release.

‘This pleasure will soon overwhelm you, culminating in your orgasm. If all goes to plan, your quim will rapidly clench around my finger and there’ll be something like sparks at your clitoris, then you’ll feel a few moments of indescribable ecstasy...’

Your own fingers snapped around his wrist, feeling his steady yet vigorous movements, and you wondered how on earth anything could feel better than this, right now.

And then it hit.

‘Ah, yes, there it is. That’s it! Yes, come for me! Come for me!’

His name did indeed tear from your parted lips, shaky and breathy and desperate, and then his fingers began to slow, easing you down from your high until he gently withdrew them.

Your eyes closed as you relaxed back against the pillows, your legs shaking. You heard a humming sound that pulled you back to the present, though, and glanced across at your husband to see him gleefully sucking your slick from his fingers.

‘It is frankly a disservice to the entire human race to consider that act depraved. Mmh. And you taste like the sweetest nectar, darling... tell me, did it feel good?’

You nodded, biting your lips together.

‘There’s no shame in it, my love. Especially if it feels good.’

‘It felt exquisite,’ you breathed, punctuated with a blissful sigh, and Sherlock smiled broadly. A rare sight. ‘But what about you?’

‘I do not wish to rush you. I will be truthful, however — after watching that beautiful display, my root is as solid as a rock. Whilst I've no intention of pressuring you, I will not turn you down if you’re sure you feel sufficiently ready for me.’

‘I… I think I do,’ you whispered, and you loosened your grip from the layers of your skirt to rest a hand delicately on the broad expanse of his chest.

He gasped at the simple affection, and the reaction caused your lower lips, still throbbing with the after effects of your climax, to quiver.

‘May I?’ you asked carefully, and he nodded. Your hand trailed down gradually, until it reached his lower stomach.

Sherlock’s breath quickened, and you pushed lower still, cupping his erection.

‘Ah- ohhh-’

His eyebrows raised and his eyes fell closed as you stroked his length softly and slowly, but before you could find a proper rhythm, he quickly snapped his hips away, grabbing your hand firmly in his as he leant in to kiss you with fierce passion.

As he pulled away from your lips, he muttered, ‘I hoped to inject you with my seed, but I fear that if you continue touching me for a moment longer, the only thing filled with it will be my undergarments.’

‘Then please, Sherlock, take me-’

And take you, he did. Within a second you were pushed onto your back, and he was settling between your legs, hurriedly unfastening his trousers to release his steadily leaking arousal.

As he carefully pushed himself into you, your warmth enveloping his length, an expression of sheer bliss relaxed his handsome features.

‘Am I too big, darling?’ he panted. ‘Does it hurt?’

‘No- please, don’t stop, Sherlock, I want to be filled with your cock- filled to the brim with your blow-’

He smirked at your words. You mustn't be quite so innocent if you were using words like that.

Sherlock began to steadily roll his hips. Your core burned with an unusual pain, a pain that made you crave more.

His forehead pressed to yours, your hot breath mingling with his each time he thrust gently into you and let out a sweet little whimper.

‘I told you I’d- fantasised about- pleasuring you- ha- ahhh- I can’t deny- I’ve thought of many acts, some of which you might consider- mmh- indecent- but each flood of bliss I give to you is- ha- simply the perfect result of an experiment I’ve been dying to carry out since I met you, and- ohhh-’

His voice was so breathy and shaky now, you knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, but you wanted to give him a taste of how he’d made you feel. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his back, pulling him closer and signalling for him to go harder.

‘Do you- ohh- do you w-want my children, darling? Do you want me to- ah!- unleash my potent seed within these t-tender walls and- give you a child?’

‘I want nothing less,’ you breathed, thrilled at his words, and at that he snapped his hips unrelentingly, snaking a hand between your writhing bodies to massage your sensitive clit once again, and Sherlock relished in the moan his touch elicited.

‘Clever little- ohh- trick, isn’t it?’ he just about managed, and less than a second later, came with force inside you.

Your walls tightened, contracting around his thick cock to milk him of every last drop, your tightening walls taking him to a plane of existence he’d never before explored.

This orgasm felt different for you, you noted, and if either of you had been coherent enough to discuss the matter you were sure he would ask you to write it down and keep a record detailing those differences.

Nevertheless, your second peak was just as strong, and you fell weak once again as Sherlock’s seed dribbled onto your thighs and he rolled off you, panting.

‘Darling- that was- oh, it was-’ he muttered, half delirious. ‘You feel- good god, you feel-’

‘I came again,’ you admitted, proud this time, knowing it would please him.

‘I know. I felt it,’ he smirked, and then, almost as if he read your mind, ‘did it feel different?’

‘Yes,’ you chuckled.

‘Oh how wonderful! I should write a monograph on the matter. Only for your eyes of course — although it could benefit at least half of the population if there were more literature on women’s pleasure.’

‘So, a filthy love letter just for me, with a touch of the scientific?’

‘You understand me so well,’ he cooed, stroking your cheek. ‘This is precisely why I adore you.’ And suddenly, there was a sparkle in his eyes that you’d seen when he reached a breakthrough. ‘Tell me, have you ever heard of cunnilingus?’

You shook your head. ‘Not… really. I may have gleaned a… basic understanding-’

‘It’s precisely the act I mentioned may be considered indecent, but I would very much like the opportunity to try it with you.’

‘Tell me about it?’ you breathed excitedly.

‘Perhaps it would be easier to show you. Do you trust me?’

‘Yes. Do it,’ you said eagerly, hungry for as much as he was willing to give you.

‘Consider this another experiment… if you dislike it, you must tell me and I shall end it, however my understanding is that if it works, you will not be entirely in your right mind so we must set a code in place.’

‘How about a word that we don’t associate with sexual activities?’ you suggested.

‘Precisely. “Mycroft” it is.’

You burst into a simultaneous fit of laughter, until he silenced you with another, fervent kiss.

‘You might need to loosen your corset for this one. Providing three orgasms in restrictive clothing is no way to treat one’s wife. And what if there are four, or five? I would never forgive myself.’

Taking his advice, you began to strip, soon revealing your breasts to him.

‘Oh, darling, what a perfect start...’ He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked lightly, his fingers toying with the other. He was pleased to feel you squirm beneath him and jolts of pleasure shot from your chest to your core and back again.

‘Oh- I never knew they could- mmh- feel like that…’ you groaned, but once again he left you cold to move onto something new, shimmying lower to settle his face at the apex of your thighs.

His tongue lashed warm and wet against your sex, circling your nub, exploring your folds and lapping at your entrance to collect your combined juices.

The way you shuddered had him fighting off a second erection. Not now — he needed to concentrate, and was hoping that with this new method he could give you multiple orgasms in one sitting. His own pleasure could wait.

He hummed into your quim as though he were enjoying a long awaited meal, and you quickly fell apart once again as his hums of delight vibrated through your core.

‘Sherlock,’ you whined, ‘Oh, Sherlock…’

‘One more?’ Came his muffled response, his deep growl reverberating through your weakened body. It didn’t take long for another peak to take over, your mind completely clouded in a haze of overstimulation.

‘I think it’s time for a break now, my love,’ he muttered softly, coming up to hold you, his pretty lips coated in your juices. ‘I rather think that this has been an experiment I would take pleasure in repeating regularly, if you’ll allow me.’

‘I’d be delighted,’ you sighed dreamily, already feeling the pull of sleep.

‘I will also mention that, as soon as you’re comfortable enough, I would rather like to experiment with my own orgasms. See how they feel inside your hand… or your mouth…’

‘Yes, yes I would… I would like…’

‘Shh… for now, it’s time to sleep. Rest, my darling wife you’ve done so well for me.’

You nodded, and that was the last you remembered of the evening.

A thin blade of warm sunlight woke you in the morning. You found yourself comfortably wrapped inside his shirt. He’d cleaned you up after you drifted off to sleep, and you rose feeling refreshed and relaxed.

Creaking open the bedroom door, you heard his handsome voice floating through. He had a client, and when you peeked through the gap you could see that your husband looked impeccably well put together. Unlike you; if anyone saw you like this… you dreaded to think. You smiled to yourself, though, wondering what his stoic looking client would think if he knew what Sherlock had spent all night doing before meeting with him. You bet Sherlock could teach him a thing or two.

You could only hope this case would be too boring for him so he would return to your bed, for you entirely planned to take Sherlock into your mouth the moment you were able. To taste him. To give him as many releases as he had given you. To see him entirely, blissfully weakened by pleasure…

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This is the last chapter! So it's a bit long and a little spicy in certain bits haha but I hoped you enjoyed the journey so far!

We got to the end and a happy ending 😆

Love you all, thank you making this a great experience and for all the lovely comments 💖

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The sun kissed your skin and so did your husband, his dark blonde hair catching the light as his eyes took in the sight of you sprawled out in your swim suit. Just your very presence seemed to make him look drunk and for his fingers to crave for your warmth.

The waves were gentle today, that it made the sunlight glimmer over the surface like patches of diamonds. It had been a while since you had moved out to the Hamptons. You hadn’t had a lot of grey days or gloomy clouds hanging over your head, it was endless blue skies and white clouds, the beach air seemed to agree with you as you took in a deep breath. This new chapter made up for everything, so much so that Barbieland was now in the past.

The city had it’s charm but you needed a change of pace, a step towards a new start. The wounds in your heart was healing, it was time to step out from Melissa’s apartment and a life you knew. You had grown comfortable in it and all you needed was a shift in your perspective. It was nostalgic, to place the keys to that dark wood door into the hands of a new tenant as you packed away your things into a moving truck. But the beauty was, you weren’t doing any of this alone. Every aspect of this change felt welcome and adventurous because he was by your side.

So as a reward to all your hardships, now you began your day with morning swims instead of bustling through an angry crowd and by lying in Ken’s arms as you lounged by the beach instead of being in a loud kitchen. Life had taken a slower pace and you enjoyed every bit of it.

It only felt like yesterday when you walked out that hotel lobby hand in hand, gold rings gleaming in each other’s ring finger and now it had already been a year of this bliss. The gathering was quaint but it was never about the people or the grandeur of it, it was getting to be there together after having thought you had lost him forever. It was getting to slow dance to your favorite song and then dance the night away.

You were by the corner talking to one of your friends when Ken found you during your reception, his cheeks flushed with colour and a smile that he couldn’t contain.

“Come on, I’ve requested a song for us.”, he took you to the middle of the dance floor as he tipped his head toward the Dj to play the song.

The intro began to play as he took your hands in his to give you a playful wink. ‘The very first night’, by Taylor swift was the song he had chosen. You shook you head as you laughed.

“Every weekend, the same party. I never go alone and I don’t seem broken-hearted. My friends all say they know everything I’m going through. I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you”

He sang the words to you, it took you back to the all the times you had seen him waiting outside during Girls night. To think that all those different roads had in fact led you both together made the nostalgia dig deeper.

"We never saw it comin’, not tryin’ to fall in love, but we did like children runnin’, back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart. We broke the status quo, then we broke each other’s hearts."

You sang the second verse to him, because that was how you fell in love, and you broke the status quo when you both found your own lives here, but parts of the story left you both with broken hearts only for it to seal together now.

His eyes beamed with life but so did the corners as it held traces of his tears.

"But don’t forget about the night out in L.A. Danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway. No one knows about the words that we whispered. No one knows how much I miss you."

This you sang together, he placed his forehead on yours as you swayed together. For all those nights ago when you were catching feelings and falling in love all over again.

It truly was one of a kind, a love you will never get to witness again in this lifetime.

"Take me away to you."

He spun you out and that night was the best you had ever witnessed, your heart was full. It felt like it could go on forever.

You knew nothing about what life held from then on, all this was new and so when many advised that it would start getting harder after the honeymoon phase died, you didn’t understand the logic.

Because for you, his love was constant. It wasn’t something that demanded a lot of effort. You and him shared that easy frequency where fights were limited, like you could read each other’s mind. The honeymoon phase didn’t have an expiration date, he treated you with such tenderness that it wasn’t just a display of his affections, it was the embodiment of it.

But today was important, it was the grand opening of your restaurant, situated right on the beach front. At the very thought your mind dipped away from your daydream and into the endless spiral of preparation for the event, so you held his face in your hands to get his attention to which he groaned as he pouted his lips.

“We’ve got to prepare for the evening.”, you chuckled to which he broke free from your hold to nuzzle his into your neck as he laid by your side.

“We’ve got hours to prepare.”, he mumbled sleepily.

“I don’t know, I don’t want anything to go wrong.”, you said as you sighed.

“And it won’t.”, he reassured you.

You nodded, placing your hand over his that wrapped around your waist. You turned to him, to catch sight of him resting so peacefully. He looked like a merman come to life so content with his life on land, that you were blessed with having him with you, in the arduous journey of life.

“I’m just nervous.”, you let the words spill because with him it just ebbed from out of you. His thumb stroked your body as his eyes fluttered open.

“Don’t be.”, he said gently, his eyes finding yours, you were lost in his gaze.

You weren’t saying anything and neither was he, but you were having an entire conversation. You pushed away his hair, he caught your wrist, to then pause before he kissed your palm. It was as if he could never get enough, that’s how he displayed his affection. Delicately and unconditionally, executed with excellence.

“You know what you have to do now, don’t you?”, you felt his grin against your palm to which you groaned, squirming away but he didn’t let you slip away.

He reeled you in, like a boat out on the bay, till you were on top of him. He raised his brow letting you know that he was waiting for it, the sentence he got you to repeat every time you doubted yourself.

“I deserve this happiness.”, you began to which he closed his eyes again, feeling appeased as he listened to you.

“And?”, he asked.

“I worked hard for this.”, you continued to which he nodded his head in agreement.

“You did and you continue to.”, he held your cheek as his eyes found yours again but now he beamed and you knew that he was proud of you.

As you held his gaze you narrowed your eyes at him knowing well why you were out here. The morning swims and walks by the beach were your effort in helping him get out of his fear of the water. All this while, he would only stand by the shore and never get in. You didn’t force him, it had to be on his terms, he would wait for you when you went out for a swim but you could see it in his eyes, the desire to follow you in.

“Now it’s your turn.”, you got up and he sighed as he looked at the serene waters.

You held your hand out to him and he took it, to stand up and dust the sand off him.

“Race you to the shoreline?”, you asked him, with adrenaline beginning to rush into your bloodstream.

“What will you give me if I win?”, he smiled as he rested his hands on his hips after pulling away his shirt.

“Anything you want”, you said mischievously which piqued his interest.

“Ok count down to –

But you didn’t, you didn’t wait for him as you took off running, down towards the open waters.

“Hey!”, he called after you, telling you it wasn’t fair that you cheated as he chased after you.

You felt laughter fill your mouth and the sweet taste of victory when your feet touched the water before you dove in.

He slowed down the moment you waded away, his smile sobering as his feet rested ankle deep. His eyes however were on you, looking at you as if he was mesmerized. He wanted to get out there. So he waded in deeper, the water rising up to his knees.

So you made it easy, and got closer to him instead, as you stood in front of him. Your hair slicked back as you felt water trickle down your face, your hands were cold and wet as you placed it against his cheek.

“You don’t have to push yourself. This is greater progress than before.”, you told him.

But something about the way you shimmered beneath the sun, the cold touch of your fingertips, he knew he couldn’t let this hold him back. He had to let go, of the way his past fears still had an edge over him. He wasn’t going to lose everything again. All this he had now was here to stay, so were you. So the waves didn’t seem daunting anymore.

He hummed as his gaze fell to the shape of your lips, his eyes darkened as he bit his lip. He took in a deep breath, looked ahead and in that instant made up his mind.

You didn’t expect it, when he picked you up, getting your legs to straddle his waist as he ventured further. The water level raising up his waist to his chest. Seeing you smile was intoxicating that he wanted to venture further.

“I just needed the right motivation.”, he chuckled.

“Oh and what is that?”, you asked swiping away water from his face.

“You”, he said, his eyes taking in the details of your face.

And with that feeling the cold waters around him that were being to turn warm as he got used to it, he couldn’t wait anymore, he reached up to place his lips on yours.

It was sweet, the taste of strawberries on his lips then the sting of the salt balanced it out. He pulled away from you, leaving you wanting more with a sly grin on his face. You dipped low, you lips hovering over his.

“You don’t want to claim your prize?”, you whispered feeling bothered that he didn’t catch the meaning of your phrase from before.

“Not here.”, he said slowly, his voice getting husky and low.

“I feel jealous having to share you with the sea.”, he said and it only made you chuckle. That his competition wasn’t another man’s attention but the elements around you. That some how he wanted to be the breeze that caressed your skin, the water that enveloped you or the sun that made your hair change colour.

“Alright.”, you conceded with placing a kiss on his forehead.

It was relaxing, bobbing a long the waves as you lazily swam about. But with the afternoon sun rising higher, the water was getting warmer and your skin had spoken up enough salt.

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So you packed up and headed home. Your new place was much bigger, the large windows let natural light stream in, your kitchen was idle with a few covered dishes from last night sitting on the counter top. You dropped your bags into the allocated space that contained all the items that related to your beach activities.

Ken put away his flip flops to then head over and peruse through the fridge to cure his hunger.

“I’m headed off to take a bath.”, you let him know as you undid your hair, a trail of water droplets followed you.

The salt now stuck to your body and face that everything felt grimy and uncomfortable. So you took a towel and got into the shower space, the warm water cascading over you to make you feel fresh and clean.

But half through you heard the sound of the bathroom door open and close. You saw his silhouette through the fogged glass. The outline of his body gave way to his presence as he got into the shower with you. He held his sweet gaze but you could tell he wasn’t here to play games. He drew closer to you until he towered over you, to tilt your chin so your eyes were on him, the water beginning to cover you both, his hand slid up your neck as his fingers wrapped around your throat gently. His eyelashes dripping wet, his light hair turning dark as it soaked through.

“I’m here, to claim my prize.”, he said, his voice lost its politeness, now he said it with an authority making his lip tilt up.

“Took you long enough.”, you said as you met his gaze.

You slid your hands down his back, there was no holding back now. He found your lips with a passion and hunger that never seemed to run out. Being touch starved only meant neither wanted to keep their hands to themselves. He held you steady, his body pushing you up the tiled wall as you held onto him, your hands slipping against the glass as he dug his tongue deeper.

Your bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as his hands traced down your body. The salt disappeared, the steam took over. There was no time to pause, it was a dance, it was an art. The way he paced himself and the way you craved his touch.

You could see his little puffs of air take up a wispy form as the hot water continued to keep you both warm. His fingers travelled down the dips of your waist to the curve of your backside. He trailed it back up to cradle your head again as he held onto your hair, the edge of his nails scraping against your scalp as he exposed your neck to leave a trail of kisses or to leave little love bites but you fought for your turn.

You pulled his chin down to you, meeting his unrelenting mouth with yours, the sound of his delighted moan drove you insane, the power your touch held to make him weak in the knees, it empowered you to pull on the ends of his hair, to pull him deeper towards you that his hand slipped from when he had braced himself against the wall behind you. He pressed into you and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Madness, you were both full of it. You would eventually get to finishing up your bath later, but as he took caught his breath, his chest rising and falling with yours, his eyes focused on yours to tell you he only wanted more, you knew this was far from over. He pinned both your hands above your head and dipped his head to meet your lips again.

The walk up to your store was nerve wracking. The sun had set and the moon was out, Ken was all dressed up in a loose blazer, white fitted shirt and trouser pants, he looked pristine while you wore a maroon velvet gown, perfect for this evening. But when you caught sight of your restaurant, the nervousness faded because the neon sign was on. ‘Melissa’ in a cursive font lit up the street and reminded you of fond memories.

Ken took your hand to give it a gentle squeeze, his hair combed back as he nudged you ahead. You stood taller and pushed through the door to be greeted by your friends and staff, some of whom joined you from Sam’s kitchen.

The menu was set, the food was prepared and everyone looked happy. Ken invited his colleagues from the local school he worked at and also from the youth program he was overseeing. You grabbed a drink to clink against the glass to get everyone’s attention.

“I know I’ve spoken a lot over the past few months so I just want to keep this short. I wanted to thank everyone here, for being a pillar of support and for cheering us on. Looking forward to a great night and to the many more that are to come.

Here’s to new beginnings.”, you finished raising the glass in the air to hear an eruption of cheers around you.

The crowd fizzled away as each one found their own spot, you took a sip from the glass as you turned to the photo wall behind you. Ken slipped his hand from behind to kiss your cheek to then rest his chin on your shoulder as he admired the photos with you.

It had one of Melissa, a lot from New York, one from your wedding day, one with Ken and you riding horses and many more. This was your new legacy, one made by your own with the people you loved. The other walls were still empty but you knew that as time passes, they will become full too.

You took Ken’s hand as you found your table, that idea set up for you two, he held out the seat for you to sit in and once you did, he took up the seat in front of you.

Your plates were placed in front of your with the first course and it felt like you had come full circle from where you began to where you were. The world paused for a second. Ken’s eyes caught yours before he looked towards to shelf near the entrance. You turned to see it too and on it sat, Chef Barbie and Beach Ken.

For the dolls who once had nothing, now the world was theirs, it was yours and his.

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babyimjustken · 2 years ago

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This makes me so freaking happy🥰 Ken being in her box is absolutely everything, I can’t deal with the cuteness and that twist. Their love rewrote history which may or may not be good thing regarding the rest of barbieland 👀 either way I love them so so much!!

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It felt like a joke. The box feeling solid in your hands. This had been your destiny, a passed down doll that was now forgotten. But as sad as it was supposed to sound, to you, it held a different meaning.

The loneliness of being stuck here, the plastic box the only perimeter of your life, you tore out of it. Through the spell and your adventure, you were now someone of substance. But when you glanced at the doll next to yours, his pale hair swiped back in place, his face holding the same joy as you now missed. It wasn’t just you who had escaped, he did too.

He had found his freedom here, with you, however long that was supposed to last but those nights where he held you close, that was the happiest you had ever seen him.

The text on the outside was faded, the advertisement ringing in your ears but the plastic box looked flimsy. That advertisement you had heard about yourself couldn’t even hold true for the dolls present within. Against all odds, you and him were meant to break the matrix, to go against the tide.

It felt like a joke because you weren’t let to enjoy the fruit of your decisions. It all just felt a little premature. Your doll held her iconic frying pan in one hand and the other rested on his. There was no rush around you, so you stayed there in the dim warm light, admiring how her head rested on his chest. The smiles on their faces seemed more complete than a smile of your own. They existed in a world of their own, so much so you wanted to preserve it like a snow globe.

This was how your story should have gone. But maybe it was holding the box in your hand or just the fact that reality had not yet totally sunk it but you still felt tethered. That if you could close your eyes and breathe in, you could remember the smell of his cologne. His memories weren’t just memories, he was a part of you. That not even the ocean did justice to the colour of his eyes. There was only one Ken in your universe.

His doll had the surfboard he never used tucked by his side. He was in his beach clothes, it made you smile, he never liked wearing shorts in the real world, but the yearning to witness the sea was tangible in his eyes.

Can we go to the beach one day?

His question resounded in your ear. When he had whispered it in the middle of the night, as you both laid in the tent.

"Aren’t you afraid of the waves?", you had asked him then.

"Tell you’ll take me.", he had turned to you and you could understand that what he asked held a deeper meaning.

"I’ll take you", you said immediately without letting him wonder.

It was his hope, you were his hope and you had let him down. The turn of events too cruel to not get to say goodbye, to not get to tell him that his love was the one thing you can never recover from.

You held the box tighter, it was time to go back home, to the long days of trying to piece yourself back together. But now you could understand why this place had felt familiar. This had been your home in a way, that housed you and kept you safe over the years. You drew in a deep breath to let that feeling of familiarity wash over you. It was rare now. At least it was going to be.

Your world had been pulled off its axis, everything around you only felt new. You checked your watch to see the time only to note that it had only been five minutes since you had entered. It felt whimsical, it had surely felt longer but you heard the soft muffled sound of footsteps behind you. You turned to leave.

“So that proves you and I are meant to be?”

You froze, your breath hitched in your throat, the edges of your vision turning blurry. That voice. You had heard it in your dreams. You could recognize him anywhere. Your eyes settled on the man who stood next to you. His eyes lifting up to meet yours after spotting the box you carried.

Your words died on your tongue, your eyes searched his to then roam over his face, his injuries were no longer present, his hair fell elegantly over his forehead and his smile was full of life. He beamed with a freshness as though he had been revived. There was nothing you could bring yourself to say, there was nothing to question in this moment. All you knew was you needed his presence, so you reached for him like a woolen blanket in a wintry night. You buried your face in his chest as your hands wound across his torso and held him tight, like two magnets coming together. You never wanted to be separated, even if this wasn’t real. His hands wrapped around your body and you felt his warmth surround you.

You didn’t care for when the shop closed, you were going to stay here as long as you could. He didn’t peel away, he was gentle with you, holding you till you needed it, you weren’t willing to move, the rapid pace of your heart beat sobered.

“This is getting so bad now I’ve started hallucinating.”, you mumbled as you placed your cheek in line with his collar bone as you felt his finger hold you closer, as if this was just as much cathartic for him as it was for you.

“You’re not hallucinating.”, he told you softly but it was said with confidence. That you could take his word and believe that your life had changed this very second. As if it was a fairytale.

But was it?

“That’s what an hallucination will say.”, you chuckled sadly unwilling to believe his words as his hands cradled you, slowly swaying you as if this was your living room.

But to your statement, you felt the tender touch of his fingertips tilting your chin up, so you could see him as he dipped his head, for his lips to find yours.

You couldn’t make this up, his fingers slipped down to your neck and you lost yourself in the way the kiss brought you back to life. As if the past week had never happened, that he had just been late from work. He pulled away and your eyes fluttered open to see that he was still here. The feeling of his pulse thrum with new found energy as your hand caught his wrist was the clue to reveal that all this was real.

The mirror behind him captured his reflection, his eyes softened as he admired you, his thumb tracing your cheek as if he was coming to terms with the fact that you were real too.

Ken let you go but you didn’t step away too far. He didn’t either. His eyes didn’t stray away from your face and you couldn’t look at anything else too. He was a meteor shower and everything else was just dust. Your lips were flushed and blood rushed to your cheeks, your fingers traced over the last place his lips had been in unbelief.

He blinked as though he had remembered why he was here, to then pat down his jacket and slide his hands into a pocket. When he pulled it out, in his hand was a little velvet box. It could have been the light but his cheeks turned red as he softly held it out to you. Like a little boy who wanted to see the treasure he had found.

You took the object from his outstretched hand, it didn’t weight much as you held it. The brown velvet soft to the touch, you looked up at him to see the rise of anticipation in his eyes. He nudged his head forward, telling you to open it and so you did. The lid popped open and within it was a crystal that glimmered a mix of colours. It wasn’t a diamond but it was entirely ethereal.

The light made the crystal to light up or atleast allude to it, it had a calming white glow to it. But as a second passed, you could draw a connection between the object in your hands and the light that blinded you in Barbieland. Your eyes snapped to Ken’s just as he his lips parted as though he was about to tell you the reason behind his reappearance, because nothing was making sense so far.

“The blinding light.”, you stated to which he nodded his head. But that didn’t seem to answer any of the questions that lingered in your mind. You edged closer.

“How are you alive?”, you asked, your gaze flickering to where he had been hurt. But to your question, he reached out to hold your hands in his. His thumbs threading over your knuckles as he phrased his answer.

“You’re the hero of my story, Brie.”, he said quietly, his eyes reminiscing the last moment he had held you. A moment he never wished to ever witness. To have to send you away. He never wanted to lose you.

It was solemn, he meant it, everyone in Barbieland could have forgotten and the world could continue to revolve as if it wasn’t a few hours away from being destroyed, but he will always remember.

For so long he had no memories or hopes for the future that it was easy, to live like the rest in Barbieland. But once he got to make a few memories of his own, he couldn’t stop, coming to the verge of losing it all was unthinkable. So as his fingers fiddled with yours, to keep him rooted in the present, there was nothing else he had so surely wanted but to continue making memories with you.

That was all. And that was all he had in him to fight for the right to survive, because he now believed that he deserved it. A life of happiness.

“But how?”, you thought out loud. All you did was be sent back here, Ken was the one who took the step you couldn’t.

“The light from the crystal”, you piece it together. That was the only moment that you could vividly remember, you held the jewel box tighter.

“That protected you from the reset?”, you asked to which he softly shook his head. So if it wasn’t the gem you held, what was it?

“Not quite.”, he narrowed his eyes as a smile spread across his face.

He reached up to the collar of his shirt to pull it to the side. Around his neck was the necklace he had worn before, the one with the heart shaped pendant. But the crystal now looked lifeless and ordinary as compared to when you had seen it before.

“It was your love that was stored with the enchantment.”, he beamed and it took you back to that night, when it changed colours as you spoke into it.

“To remind me I will always be loved by you.”, his eyes softened and a soft gasp left your lips.

“It protected me and those who were near me from the reset. So Allan and weird Barbie still remember everything that happened.”, he explained.

“Wow”, you said almost breathlessly , you needed a moment. That all it took to save him wasn’t a grand gesture or the most valuable object you owned. It was what you had given freely.

So when he had closed his eyes, sure that he was at the end, his world lit up around him. Engulfing Allan and weird Barbie too as it covered the three of them with a pink sheer protection veil. But as he was in it, all he could feel was the depth of your love. Slow motion captures of the times you had thought of him, fast paced replays of the time he had spent with you and as he was there witnessing all of it, he could feel his wounds seal. His heart that had been shattered with the thought of losing you had been put back together.

When the blinding light faded, Barbieland was reset but he wasn’t. He still remembered the warmth of your lips against his and he fell back in relief.

All he wanted to do then was run back in search you that very instant.

“How long have you been here?”, you asked noting that he looked all dressed up.

“Got here a few hours ago.”, he told you.

“Wanted to help Allan settle into Weird Barbie’s dream house. I told them I’ll be back for Christmas with you. If you want to come that is.”, he raised his hands up defensively knowing that Barbieland had caused you enough hurt.

But Allan and weird Barbie were the closest to family you had before you met Melissa, so it wasn’t too hard thinking of visiting them.

But before you could say you would love to join him,

“Actually.”, he shook his head as though he had found the courage he needed.

“I came by your restaurant earlier and they told me you had quit.”, he tilted his head.

“I thought it was time I started my own place.”, you smiled and he inhaled deeply, his face lighting up with a sense of pride for you.

“Finally”, he raised his eye brows.

You held up the velvet box to him, waiting for him to tell you why he was giving it to you although you were now beginning to guess the reason.

“About that.”, he began looking at the box. He reached for you his hands effortlessly finding your waist again.

“I found it in the cave near the lake. It’s a love stone.”, he said.

“It’s shines the brightest when it finds the purest form of true love.”, he told you but the awe from this revelation filled you up with a happiness you could never describe.

Just when you had thought you had lost everything, you were actually receiving it all back. Now that you thought about it, it had glowed every time you were near him

“So our … love.”, you began softly.

“The purest form there is.”, he finished your sentence.

Maybe this was the moment you had been waiting for. That the wish for your dreams had come true.

You placed your hand on his chest, to smooth down the edge of his coat but it was only so that you didn’t breakdown thinking of how utterly hopeless you had felt a few minutes ago.

“I felt so alone the past week”, your voice broke but he pulled you closer, to place his chin on top of your head as he shushed you to calm you down.

“Which is why I wanted to ask if you would like to have me as your forever partner?”, he whispered against your ear.

“For your new business, to share your home with or to just be there to hold your hand whenever you wanted.”, he explained further as you pulled away to see him.

He waited for your answer. It all made sense and only proved you right as the edge of your lip tipped up, his sophisticated attire, the gelled back hair and the velvet box. He was a man on a mission.

There was no reason to think it through, or give it more thought because the answer was already on your lips.

“Yes.”, you say and watched as his eyes light up again.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”, you held the sides of his face as you kissed his cheeks, his forehead and his lips in happiness and that feeling doubled when you heard the sound of his laugh.

He set you down half heartedly after giving you another soft peck. He didn’t want to stop but now he had forever. So he intertwined his fingers with yours and walked back to the cashier.

The old man smiled at the two of you as though he knew or maybe he had heard everything. You placed the dolls on the counter and bought them. With one final look at the dolls in the box before you put them into your bag, you exited the store with your own Ken.

With your only Ken.

The city lights sparkled and the breeze felt sweeter than before. He turned to look at you and you knew that you were finally home.

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babyimjustken · 2 years ago

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Holy shit.

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All good things come to those who wait

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The light faded and you found yourself in your apartment. You were in Mellisa’s room but the boxes were put away, it was clean and untouched. The clock’s ticking drew your attention, the silence began to cave in as the events caught up to you. You began to break and crumble because there was nothing to hold on to except fading memory. Not even his shirt to sob into. Nothing. It was as though he had vanished.

You were sure your neighbors had thought you had gone mad for the next couple days. Because all you could do was spend your time standing like a ghost in the hallway, lost in thought thinking about a moment in time that truly had made you happy. Or walk up to his apartment which now housed a family. The school had no track record of his employment. He was just a figment of your imagination now.

Even his little acts of joy was lost, no one remembered him except you. The grief was too much, the loss was too severe to recover from.

Was this the price for your dreams?

If only you knew. If only you knew the pain involved.

The alarm went off in the morning but you were awake, lying in bed watching sunlight creep in. The sound of his laugh haunting you or the colour of his eyes reminding you that you could never hold a man like you held him ever again. The bed seemed empty, the hall seemed too quiet. You forgot about the world for a while, it didn’t need saving and you were tired of being a savior, because you couldn’t save the only one you wanted to.

You made your way to the grocery store, to grab the essentials when you spotted a horse magazine. You would have never bought it before, but now you picked it up and dropped it into your basket.

Anything that reminded you of him, became a necessity in your house. Anything he had mentioned in passing, a song he liked or a movie he watched, all those little moments became artefacts that gave you the illusion of his presence. You sat in your couch, you whipped up pancakes for dinner because your heart felt like a void and cooking when you felt like that only made the food taste worse.

The TV was on but the tears streamed on their own, your appetite was lost, now was the first time ever you felt utterly alone. But the phone rang next to you and it got you out of your slump. You picked up the receiver only to hear Sam yell through it.

“Should I send a SWAT team after you? Have you fallen off the face of the planet? Why haven’t you shown up to work for a week?”, he raged.

“I’ve been sick.”, you lied, pushing away pieces of blueberries around on your plate.

“Show up to work tomorrow or don’t bother.”, he didn’t investigate your excuse or show concern. He hung up.

You wiped your tears using the edge of your jumper and ate your dinner because you didn’t want to feel more miserable. There was nothing more to it now, the world seemed to have lost the magic you could see in it before. Or maybe that was just Ken’s presence, without him the world felt entirely dark.

You couldn’t bother with work, you showed up late because of the traffic but mostly because you had lost your spark. The passion towards your career. The morning rush was usually a bit more manageable compared to the lunch and dinner crowds. So you got to work, slowly bringing back a rhythm into your team as you got the orders following but you lacked the patience now. There was a grit with which you held yourself, no one could continue to push you over anymore.

The restaurant was operating through it’s peak period when Sam walked in with a plate that was still untouched.

“What is this?”, he asked shoving the plate into your view as you checked the order receipts before plating the dishes.

“That is our wonderful pastry chef’s famous crème brulee.”, you said sarcastically as you ignored his presence in the kitchen.

“When I’m here, I expect you to stop working and give me your attention.”, you heard him as you passed the plates over to the servers to be given to the customers before turning to your station.

“You’re in the kitchen and this is my domain. So your rules don’t apply.”, you bit back as you cut through a fish in preparation for the next meal.

“The crust is burnt.”, he complained so you made a show of walking up to him to inspect it. The dish was fine, Sam just needed a reason to pick a fight.

“The crust is impeccable. Great work, Rodrigo.”, you patted your pastry chef before you got back to your station again.

“Find something else to complain about.”, you threw a comment that seemed to spark him off.

“Oh that’s easy.”, he dropped the dish on the counter as he folded his arms stalking his way to you.

“You’ve been all over the place this past week.”, he stared you down but you kept your focus on filleting the fish.

“Anyone who lost a loved one would be.”, you said plainly not even giving him a courtesy glance. Your sous chef paused, her eyes softening once she heard your reason.

“You live alone, Ella. Don’t spring up with lies just to help your case.”, he argued and you sliced through the final cut to hold up your knife.

“That’s enough.”, your voice held the weight of a warning and you could feel your eyes pin him down with a stare. His lips wavered but he held his ground.

“Threatening people now?”, he smirked but took a step away. He was doing this purposefully, to make you lose face in front of your team.

“What is it you want? Spit it out and stop wasting my time.”, you spoke as you checked the dishes your team put together before sending them off.

“I am not impressed with your work, Ella.”, he shrugged his shoulders but you stayed quiet as you washed your hands.

You huffed a laugh, the restaurant held its acclaim and continued to make headlines because of your team, your menu and the food. All of which did not involve Sam’s guidance, all of which you executed. So till this date, he had been enjoying the fruits of your labor and yet he was never satisfied. His constant devotion to narcissism blew you away.

“It’s never enough.”, you shook your head as a frustrated laugh escaped you.

You came back to your station, the heat of the kitchen somehow seemed cooler compared to the tension that simmered between you and Sam. Years of this all for nothing, his back and forth for a restaurant he only kept around for money’s sake. You took in a deep breath, it was a fight in your mind, to not think of Ken when you needed comfort.

But you couldn’t help yourself, Ken’s voice filtered through.

You can do anything, Brie.

Could you?

Your eyes fluttered over the faces of your colleagues. There was no point in sacrificing your talent and time for someone like Sam. Maybe, in tradition of keeping Ken’s presence alive, you could take his advice. He believed in you, now you had to.

Your fingers caught the towel on your waist and pulled it away from where you had it tucked in. You felt lighter, like you were walking a tightrope. Now all you had to do was keep walking forward.

You pulled away the knot of your apron from behind and peeled it away from your body. It was time to let the past go.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise, this was unlike anything you would have done before. But this was in league with embracing a new life.

You walked up to him but didn’t bother to place the apron in his hand, you dropped it on the floor and threw your towel at him.

“I’m done.”, you shrugged your shoulders, a smile spreading across your face.

There was nothing more to explain, you needed space to grieve the people who were vital in your life, but in order to do so, there were some people you had to cut off. To begin to heal.

You stepped past him, towards the exit, each step feeling more confident than the one before. The heavy door pulled away easily, as though destiny was calling for you. The cold crisp air caressed your skin and this decision felt right.

You turned to see your team, their faces filled with sadness and uncertainty, so you paused to take a moment as you stood taller.

“If any of you ever want to work at a better place, don’t hesitate to reach out.”, you told them and without giving Sam another second of your time, you left.

As you walked down the street, the world seemed hazy and hopeful. You didn’t want to waste any part of the good bits, the smell of pizza wafting down the street, the sound of children running by and the city light shining a little brighter as you passed by.

The world didn’t look dead anymore. You walked past a group of girls seated in the park, in their hands were their Barbies. The banners and billboards featured women winning awards and excelling in different fields.

Two mothers pushed their prams past you but they didn’t look like zombies, their faces were flushed with colour and life. Saving Barbieland had prevented the loss of this beauty around you, but as good as it felt to see the fruit of Ken’s sacrifice. Now it felt like you were the only one feeling lost. That all this beauty wasn’t allowed to be enjoyed by you.

You sighed, the grief found it’s way back, the glimmer died down and the world became grey again. Until you heard the chime of bells on a door and as you stopped, you had found yourself in front of an antique store.

The sign dangled on the door as it shut, it was still open, atleast for the next thirty minutes. There was nothing else to do if you got home early and being there only made your feelings worse. But standing here felt familiar, like you could hear your name be called from within. Oddly it felt like home, like a place you had known forever.

You pushed past the door and the bells jingled like it had a degree of magic in it. The store was dingy and every inch of it was filled with items, artefacts and objects that it almost felt like time didn’t exist within these walls. An old man sat by the cash register and his eyes sparkled as if he knew something about you. He smiled at you and you returned it. All this time, you would have walked past this place a million times over the years and yet this was your first time here.

You walked through the aisles. The shelves held spoons and old tea cup sets. Watches of different sizes ticking together in unison that it sounded like a chorus of claps, like your own marching band cheering you on.

You began to walk a little fast as though you were jogging up the hill to see the view. To catch a glimpse of the sun. But when you got to the end, it was just a large shelf taking up the length of the wall. You stopped, each rack was filled with old toys, all kinds that looked like they had been well loved.

You traced your finger on the edge as you perused through the collection when you caught sight of a box that looked familiar. You reached to pick it up when the door bells chimed again as if this moment was just for you, that this magic was special because it seeped into reality.

The ticking stopped, the vacuum sealed in. The box you held was your barbie box within it was you as a doll and fit into the same box, was beach Ken.

Your Ken.

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babyimjustken · 2 years ago

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Ken from Plastic Hearts

Monday to Friday Ken’s a teacher and a school librarian, taking care of kindergarten kids and curating the best story time by reading and acting out their favourite fairytales

But in the weekends he busy with kickboxing classes or competing in martial art competitions. He’s got one tattoo of his girlfriend’s name and is a fan of the show, ‘The Bear’, cause he helps Brie in the kitchen and so thinks of himself as a sous chef.

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babyimjustken · 2 years ago

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This hurts so much already but we’re going to go back to a time where Ken didn’t realize how important Brie was to him, and Brie will probably stay there and it’s gonna hurt so bad. I refuse to believe that Ken will totally forget Brie, like he’ll be confused because sometimes he feels different, kinda like stereotypical barbie if that makes sense. This hurts to much. Such a good chapter, painful but good!!

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They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

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There was only two ways this was going to go and Ken had prepared for both of it. He had secured a ride with the Nomads back to base, but with the way Ash’s eyes gleamed for revenge anyone who couldn’t tell he had a plan of his own, was foolish. So as he laid his arm over the side of the car feeling the dusty breeze, Ken had to prepare a game of his own.

He slipped Allan a note he had written when he spent the night in his tent, before you had joined him, one with a strategy to get the vials to weird Barbie and also to secure a safe passage for you, if in case something went wrong. Noting that now everything was plunged into a sense of uncertainty, he had to fall back to coming to terms with a possibility that he didn’t want to dwell on too much.

The Barbie driving the car seemed to be more focused on the road and following orders from Ash, who was seated in the passenger seat, that it gave Ken a narrow window to set up the dominoes for his alternate plan. He quietly opened the flap to his satchel, the vials were still intact, the water in it still held its mirror like quality.

He settled into the seat with relief. Slowly, he pulled out the two tubes, making sure it didn’t clink against each other and placed it safely into Allan’s hands.

Allan quietly secured them within his jacket pocket and patted on it, signing to Ken that it was safe. Ken tilted his head in a slight nod before he got set on his next step as he watched Allan read the note he had passed.

He struck up a conversation with Ash, pretending to want a more clearer understanding on how he could pass you over to the nomads, asking questions with an underlying trap of getting into their heads.

The note he gave to Allan was instructing him of two things. To pass the vials on to weird Barbie in a chance he was unable to. And the second, arguably the most important, was to make sure you got to go home no matter what happened.

Allan found his gaze with worry in his eyes but Ken looked away. He had to be realistic. He had to prepare for the worst and the worst being …

He hated the thought. There just wasn’t enough time. There never was.

He caught sight of the dark horizon line come to life with a flaming orange sky. His fingers laced together, he wanted to go home. Now it was difficult to seek comfort without thinking of you. It felt like a thousand needles beginning to prick his heart all at once.

Approaching the now faded city, the rebel base looked prepared for their arrival. Rebels lined the edge of the entrance as they monitored the nomads and their movement. He only wished now that you stayed where you were. Then all he had to do was send Allan in under the pretext that he was getting you out, to then with the help of the rebels out here to try to take on Nomads to buy you time.

“I need you to stay here.”, weird Barbie stated but you couldn’t just sit here.

“No.”, you replied as you fastened your belt and threw on a jacket.

“There are so many variable pieces in motion and all this has only one sole purpose, Ken’s the bait you’re the prey.”, she explained and you knew too but it just didn’t seem fair. To have to sit out, to have him bear the brunt of it all while you were put in a glass box.

“Precisely, I'm going to give them what they want.”, you said, your body tensing up at the fact that Ken was in danger.

“That could put everyone at risk. Ken –

“Ken’s been risking his life, for me. You can’t just tell me to sit this one out, because I won’t.”, you turned to her eyes blazing.

“I won’t forgive myself if he, if he…”, you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, weird Barbie sighed as though she had solved the reason behind your outburst.

“It all makes sense now.”, the edge of her lip tipped up as she pushed away from her seat.

“He’s in love with you and you’ve fallen all over again.”, she shook her head as she smiled.

The thrum of your heart only seemed to pick up more, to now beat with purpose. But the happiness in her smile faded to only be left with sadness.

“Oh Ella, there’s something you should know.”, she began but a harsh knock on the door drew your attention away.

“They’re here.”, Midge alerted you and weird Barbie.

Nothing else mattered. He was here.

What was there to know?

That falling in love with him was a bad idea?

It always was.

But you couldn’t control it. He was springtime, when he was around your winter disappeared on its own. He was soft like the sunset, he was the moon in your dark nights. It was easy, it felt like you had known him for years, the moment his eyes found yours, it was as though the world disappeared.

It was a bad idea because you knew if you lost him, no one else could compare, he was irreplaceable.

So you made your way to the entrance, the harsh dry air wrapping it’s touch around you, you shielded your eyes against the sun when you caught a glimpse of his sandy blonde hair.

Backflip Ken had his eyes pinned on you, his ragged t-shirt and disheveled hair making him look all the more crazy but he stuck to his perimeter. He got out the car to recline against the bonnet.

But you only had your eyes set on one person and you didn’t have to fight for it, he had already set his sights on you. The soft smile spreading across his face like he was a man lost in the desert discovering water. Allan was the first to get out, his quick steps, his worried expression all of it only seemed to paint an alternate picture.

This didn’t seem like a gathering for a peace treaty, it was a trade off.

Ken’s the bait you’re the prey.

You were the exchange.

Maybe it was madness, maybe it was the verge of the world being at the end. But you only wanted to draw closer, to ease the palpitations, because with every second that passed, it felt like there was an evident part of the plot you were missing, somehow making him drift away from you.

Weird Barbie came to stand by your side just as Allan reached both of you. He was slick with how he opened his jacket, to place the vials in weird Barbie’s hands but she pulled him into a hug. Her eyes closing in relief knowing he was safe. But his attention was on you. He held onto the edge of your jacket just to make sure you weren’t going to slip out of his hold.

“You shouldn’t be out here.”, he spoke in hushed tones but your focus was on Ken. He got out the car, but only made it to the middle. His gaze telling you to leave.

“We’ve got the vials, get the skates. You need to go home.” Allan continued which now seemed more like an order.

“Why isn’t he coming in?”, you took a step forward but Allan held you back, his hold on your arm tightening.

“I promised him to get you home.”, was all he said when all these hidden motives in this game that was out of your reach began to bother you.

“Why isn’t he joining us, Allan?”, you asked fighting against his hold.

“He’s going to hold them off for us.”, he said, his voice resonating with the defeat you felt in your bones.

The nomads were everywhere, he wouldn’t last in a fight with those odds, let alone face them all on his own. There was a limit to which he could be self sacrificial and this was that. This wasn’t part of the plan. You were in it together. You had an equal right to protect him too. So you broke free from Allan’s hold.

Your feet knew where to go, your fingers wanted to hold him again as you ran across the open ground, your eyes began to blur. How dare he. How dare he come up with this ridiculous attempt to save you.

He stood with his shoulders slumped in the middle, between the rebels and the nomads. His plan was failing and he was unable to come to terms with the ending. His wants and desires where never brought into question. It was always going to be this way. So why was it that he stood there waiting to feel your arms around him one last time?

You crashed into him, your cheek pressed against his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist as he held you tight, the world grew silent and you could feel the wet stains on your skin. There was nothing to hide now.

“You lied to me.”, you spoke into his chest and it broke his heart.

“I need you to go back inside.”, he whispered, his lips touching the edge of your ear.

“Then you’re coming with me.”, you wound your fingers around his wrist, his heartbeat rapid and quick.

“Brie.”, he fought his feelings that were beginning to tear through his calm demeanor.

“Let me make this right.”, you held his hands together, thinking of any excuse to get him to change his mind.

“I promised. I promised to not leave your side.”, you paused, your eyes scanning his to get him to agree, to stop this foolish act.

“We can take them together. The rebels are armed.”, you reached to trace his cheek, he leaned into it. The wounds of his face were still fresh.

Maybe he still has a chance. That his fate wasn’t decided by magic and rules. He smiled, any chance to walk away from this with you, he was going to take it.

“So, we fight then.”, he placed his forehead on yours.

“We fight for us.”, you whispered, a laugh escaping you despite the dire situation.

“You’re taking too long buddy.”, he heard Ash’s impatience.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind.”, Ken turned to face him, his hand holding you behind him protectively.

Ash yelled out in frustration as his raging gaze found you. He paced back and forth.

“Fine. No more diplomatic solutions.”, he warned as he shrugged his shoulders. But as he said it explosives set off.

A war zone. That was were you were now, but this time you weren’t running. You were going to fight. You pulled out your weapon, it activated into a pole that had a taser in the end.

Nomads began to circle in on you and Ken, their focus mostly resting on you.

But this was Barbieland after all, anything was possible if you believed in it.

So you got into a defensive stance, your back pressed up against Ken’s as he held out his fists, ready to take anyone down.

And with that, it was a flash of electricity, the smelled of charred fabric and the whish of his hands slicing through the air.

“I never knew you could fight.”, you spoke over your shoulder to feel his low laugh reverb through you.

“I got jumped once. Took a few classes and trained in defensive arts.”, he threw you a look before he ducked from a kick.

You got low to swipe a Barbie’s feet causing her to stumble, using that moment you drove your taser in till she couldn't get back up.

“How does a chef know how to fight?”, he asked as he threw a punch.

“Come on Ken, always be afraid of a chef and her pans.”, you laughed. Somehow even in the thick of a fight, there was this sync. In how he moved with you, as though you could track and shadow eachother’s steps. The magnetic pull to him grew intense, as if you were stuck in a vacuum.

When you looked around, no one was standing. You stopped to catch your breath as he looked at you, a triumphant smile on his face.

This was it. The other’s were being taken care of by the rebels, but his pocket grew hot. It was where he had put the crystal from the mine.

Before he could reach for it, he felt pain seep through his side, only to see a dagger plunged into his body. Ash stood beside him. Ken’s gaze turned to you, his voice seemingly getting lost in his throat.

You turned to ask Ken if he was interested into making this relationship long term, forever in fact. There was no point in hiding and wasting time when you knew that he was the one. But your heart stopped, to see him now crumbled to his knees, his shirt seeped dark brown. Behind him stood a manic Ash who was stepping towards you.

"How does that feel?", he seethed.

"To lose your twin flame in a second?", he drawled as he cornered you.

You fell back as you tried to get away from him as Ken reached for you, his eyes shedding tears holding back the pain.

Ash was going to get you, you were sure of it.

“Because of you, I’ve lost it all. My home, my love, everything.”, he spit out but as he brought down the dagger, he missed your form, then stumbled and fell.

He laid next to you, fast asleep.

You scurried away from him but as you looked around you, everyone was beginning to fall asleep, the sky had begun to flow in reverse. The whole scene had frozen to have individuals collapsing where they stood.

You then found weird Barbie, hold an empty vial, its content spilt over the doomsday skates that Allan held.

The skates had begun to restore itself so that only meant one thing, you were out of time.

You turned back to Ken who laid on his back clutching to his side. You yelled out for weird Barbie’s help. Both her and Allan rushed to your aid but it was hopeless now. He was there in front of you, his hand reaching for yours.

“Save him, bring a med kit.”, you said frantically, your hands holding his.

"I can’t.", weird Barbie said, her voice quivering. Allan looked like he was in shock, his eyes roaming over Ken's leaking injury.

"We’re all still dolls but he’s human. That's what I've been trying to tell you.", she said in an urgency that was mixed with wonder.

"His wish wasn’t real but somehow his love for you made it possible.", she elaborated but your mind was racing with ways in which you try to help him.

"Brie.", his soft course tone brought you out of your thoughts.

"How do I save him?", you pleaded, looking towards weird Barbie in the hopes of an answer.

"The reset.", she said with certainty.

"You have to complete the spell.", she pointed towards the skates that were now fully restored.

"It will send you back and restore him to how it was.", she explained and knowing that wasn't much use. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. This was supposed to be a new beginning but now it was rather a goodbye.

"Brie, I got everything I’ve ever wanted with you.", he struggled to speak between his gasps for air but he held you close.

"This has always been the end of my story.", his eyes softened when they found yours, you shook your head. He had wanted to live, he wanted so much more and it was all hard to believe when he was trying to convince you with tears in his eyes.

"But you need to go home.", he said finally.

"I can’t.", you broke down.

"You are my home.", you pulled his hand up to your chest, your heart was no longer held together anymore. You lean further to hug him, unwilling to let go. It wasn't fair, that he had saved you but you couldn't do the same.

"Like any fairytale, true loves kiss seals the spell.", Allan finally spoke, as he placed his hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

You pull away from Ken, but he doesn't let you move too far before his hand cups your cheek.

The light in his pocket began to grow bright, its pure white light beginning to touch everything around you. Allan slowly fell into a sleep and finally weird Barbie did too.

Now it was only you and him.

"I’ll always remember you", he whispered and you couldn't fight against him anymore. He pulls you in to kiss you, with a passion and force that he wanted to experience as much as he could.

You felt his soft lips on yours and you stayed in that moment holding onto his hands on your cheek as long as you could, the white light grew brighter that it finally blinded you.

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Firstly, pls forgive me. Secondly, the story still continues 👀

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I love this series so much.

Plastic Hearts - (23)

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Sometimes you've got to take the shots your given

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Your fingers dug into the cushion of Midge’s seat while she held onto her baby bump. The security cameras where providing live footage of the Nomads cornering Ken and Allan.

It all happened so fast. The shouts, the chase and the wreckage. You could only watch helplessly as Ken crashed onto the tarmac, his hand holding his satchel close to protect it from any impact.

The motorcycle laid to the side, the second wheel torn out of its hinge as smoke ebbed from the vehicle. Allan turned over to lay on his back as he caught his breath but he was up on his feet much sooner than Ken.

It was hard to see, the details weren’t sharp enough and without any sound, you were unable to make out the nature of this meeting.

Were they after the water sample or were they after your crew?

Or could it be possible they just wanted Ken?

Questions raced through your mind without an answer in sight.

Ken scrunched his nose, he was sure it was broken. His knuckles throbbed in pain and the jerk from the bike was enough to cause his head to feel like it was being crushed. His helmet had prevented most of what could have been major damage. But he dusted his hands and got up. Healing was almost instant in Barbieland, so he put the pain in hindsight.

He shook off his nerves from the impact and stood up to face the crowd. The cars circled around them, making sure there was no room to run. Allan touched his arm, concern in his eyes but Ken smiled to give him a curt nod such that he could know that he was alright.

“Why won’t you come play with us, Ken?”, Backflip Ken got off his motorcycle, his voice drenched in a tone of mockery.

“Or do you just think you’re better than all of us?”, was the second question but this one was filled with anger.

He walked towards them, now almost close enough but Ken still had the advantage of his height. He wasn’t going to be intimidated or insecure, that was the old version. So he stood his ground.

Spotting a name tag worn around his neck, Ken drew in a deep breath.

“What do you want, Ash?”, he asked, to which he only received a sarcastic smile.

“Oh wow, he addresses people by their names now. Looks like he finally stopped being obsessed with himself.”, Ash grinned getting closer to sling an arm around Ken’s shoulders but the nature of it wasn’t friendly. It was like a lasso being tightened around a horse neck.

“Do you know the reason behind the name?”, he hummed with repressed rage as he paraded him around within the circle.

“No.”, Ken responded, his eyes looking out to make sure Allan was unharmed.

“Right. I’ll give you a little flashback.”, he nodded sympathetically.

“See there was this little witch. She wasn’t happy, got her plastic heart broken and then decided to be selfish and open the portals of disaster.”, he laughed but it had an edge of grief and agony.

“So she disappeared but you know what happens next? Our homes turn to ash and wither away. My friends, my Barbie, turn into frozen dolls, while we try to live out here in this desert.”, he yelled.

Ken could understand his pain, it wasn’t fair what had happened to them but neither was it your fault either.

“I got tired of being a Ken that was never allowed to be happy. But Ash, it serves as a reminder to what we have lost.”, he sobered as he let Ken go.

It was possible that all this needed was a diplomatic conversation. Ken did that very well. He had dealt with entitled parents or controlling mothers and would often have to step in to solve fights that kids had gotten themselves into.

“So what do you want?”, Ken questioned to which Ash clapped his hands together in excitement.

“A business man getting straight to the point. You and I are alike, we have always been. That’s also why we could never get along, but now, it might serve to our advantage.”, he raised his eyebrows as though he was working through a plan as he spoke.

“You’re are hero, whether you like it or not. You used your lover boy skill set to great lenghts and lured her back here. Very cunning.”, he smiled but Ken stayed quite.

His feelings were true and he didn’t need to prove that to anyone. But Ash thinking the opposite might work to his advantage.

“What I want is payback.”, he said plainly.

“I want her to feel the pain of losing something she loves.”, he grinned.

“I don’t understand where this is going.”, Ken shifted his weight, haunted for a second.

“You’ve done it before. So doing it the second time around shouldn’t be hard. In fact, with the way she looks at you. It’s going to be much easier.”, Ash patted his arm in glee and held out his hand towards Ken.

“So what do you say? Break her heart and hand her over to us.”, he stated his deal.

Ken took a moment, his eyes drifting to Allan, who was telling him to say no. But he was losing time, all he had to do was get back to base and without his motorcycle, he and Allan were stranded.

“I don’t know, she’s back at the base and you’ve wrecked my bike.”, Ken played into his hands, putting on his cool sauve demeanor as he shrugged his shoulders.

Ash’s smile widened.

“We’ll escort you back, choose your favourite ride.”, he extended his arms to showoff his arsenal of vehicles.

“So what do you say?”, he held out his hand again.

“What are we waiting for?”, Ken smiled as he shook his hand.

You watched in confusion as the soundless video displayed Ken and the leader of the Nomads coming to some form of agreement. It eased your pulse. They were out of harm’s way and he was headed back, this truly was the end of all this divide and chaos.

Everyone in the surveillance room breathed a sigh of relief except for weird Barbie, she still had a eyes of the screen.

“What is it?”, you questioned as you stood next to her.

“I had tried to broker peace with him before but it would never work.”, she spoke as she was trying to piece it together.

“So it just doesn’t feel right that he is willing to do so now.”, she explained further and that pseudo sense of peace you had was lost.

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I’m so stressed for them. The way Ken got saved from going into the water made me feel too safe for a second😔 such a good chapter and what’s going on with that crystal 👀

Plastic Hearts - (22)

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Nothing good starts in a getaway car

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For the first time he felt frustration seep through as he walked away from the rubble to yell out. To kick the dust and breathe, but his anger simmered when he heard Allan’s voice through the stone wall.

“Ken, are you alright?”, he asked anxiously.

Ken took a second to breathe, to pull himself together. Atleast he wasn’t buried here all alone, he could still find a way out with Allan and the help of the map.

“I’m alright.”, he chirped back.

“Is there an alternate path, one that I might be able to take?”, he questioned only to be greeted by silence for a while. He shined light on the walls around him in an attempt to search for a way out.

“There seems to be, although I don’t know how safe it is.”, Allan responded skeptically, his voice muffled by the debris.

“It’s the best shot I have now.”, Ken placed his hand on the cold rock, the light from the entrance had begun to wane.

“Ken, it’s dangerous.”, Allan reiterated.

“I don’t want to guide you into places that are further unstable than this.”, he continued his argument but Ken knew he was running out of time.

“We can’t just wait out here, Allan.”, he retorted and stated that he should be alright as he trusts Allan’s guidance.

“You know the map better than anyone, I trust you.”, he continued, noting that Allan found it hard during these moments to trust in himself.

“Ok, so to your right, there should be an opening to an old rail road that has been abandoned. But it’s structural integrity should hold better than these other passageways.”, he heard Allan’s direction and immediately followed suit to find the path he had mentioned.

As he took a step towards to his right, the light from his flashlight hit the right spot to reveal the opening.

“Found it.”, he called back to his friend.

“It should lead you straight to the location of the lake.”, Allan stated but traces of anxiety could still be heard in his voice.

It was daunting, neither had done anything like this. Ken knew he had to make this situation lighter, to make it digestible so that the pressure would not get to them.

“Tell you what, first one to the lake wins my coveted horse pendant.”, he spoke loudly as though he was commencing a race.

“THE pendant? The one you never let another Ken to even touch or hold?”, Allan’s enthusiasm was restored.

“The very same.”, Ken held back his laugh as he put on a cool attitude.

“Oh you’re on.”, he heard Allan take the deal and along with it the sound of feet scuffling away.

He took in a deep breath, now he just had to find his way.

He ventured deep into the rail road beginning to question the possibility of mines in Barbieland. It seemed pointless, what was there to drill through plastic?

But faint dots of light began to shimmer in the dark as he trudged through the empty rail. Soft vibrant colours that looked like stars, ones he’s only seen in books, the darkness around him faded.

Crystals, like the one he wore around his neck.

He stood in the middle and although his life felt pretty insignificant so far. When he stood by the roadside looking up at the skyscrapers, lost in the crowd, a forgotten doll, he made peace with it. But here, he was enveloped by it, that the more he got close the more the crystals began to light up.

He stopped, he wished you were here.

The vacancy with which his hand hung by his side didn’t feel right anymore. Not after he knew what it was to have your hand to hold.

One particular stone caught his eye. It had a swirl of colors but it was the only one that glowed the brightest all on its own. It didn’t need his presence to be near and was the only one that drew him towards it.

So he got close to it, entranced and enchanted, he held up his finger to touch it when the dirt around it crumbled causing the crystal to fall into his hands instead. Unsure about what this was and with no time to decipher it meaning, he put the crystal in his pocket and progressed further through the tunnel.

As he walked, he caught sight of lucid reflected light that began to dance on the walls. Almost as if they were dancing ribbons welcoming his presence. The tunnel opened up into a bigger cavern and taking up a huge part of it was a silver lake.

It’s waters held a luminosity of its own, like liquid mirror, swirling and swaying keeping the dark floor away from it.

He let out a breath he had been holding, it was real and it’s beauty was alien, unlike anything he had seen in the real world or Barbieland.

“I was getting worried but with you here now, it’s clear I’ve won.”, Allan pushed away from a rock he was seated on and his voice drew Ken’s attention away from the mystical water.

“And your prize will be given to you once we get back.”, Ken said dramatically as he patted Allan’s shoulder.

But Allans’s expression sobered as his gaze turned towards the lake, so did Ken’s. They had work to do.

The land tremors could still be felt but Ken set up the apparatus that weird Barbie have given to him. The device dug itself into the ground before it shot out a vial into the water.

The meter on the side began to show a loading percentage, that once it got to hundred, the vial would be retrieved.

Upon closer inspection, the water was more viscous, thick like an oil and the reflection on it was so clear. As Ken waited by the edge, he looked into the pool, to see his own reflection. But the longer he looked into it, the more his reflection seemed to develop a life of its own.

His reflection began to call for him, to take a step further into the lake, the voice not his own but it still had an effect on him. He fought against it, diverting his attention to the meter reading that now sat at fifty percent.

Don’t you want to go back to the way it was?

He stepped away.

Wouldn’t it be nice to get a chance to have a do over?

His gaze fell to the water and then his mind had no control.

He craved it, the silver and the cold touch of the water, to walk into it, to get a chance to start over, to erase his storyline forever, to start fresh.

His boots crunched the soil beneath and with every step he took he grew more confident in his want to restart, that the voice didn’t seem foreign anymore, if felt like his own.

“Ken.”, he felt a grip on his shoulder as an opposite force pulled him back, his focus coming back to the present, the voice in his head now non existent.

He blinked twice before he recognized Allan and got his bearings right.

“We’ve got the vial.”, Allan’s gaze was piercing but understanding.

“The water..”, Ken began to speak feeling confused about what had happened.

“Yeah it has that effect on those who’ve made it out of Barbieland.”, he explained.

“It wants to rid you of your awareness, to cleanse you.”, Allan helped him walk away.

He didn’t want to be here a second longer, he was moments away from giving up his memories, giving up you.

“Lets get out of here.”, Ken retrieved the device, secured the vial and trekked back up to the entrance through the rail line. This place was best forgotten. It was all parts mesmerizing and terrifying.

The sun had set and the moon had begun to rise. This was the last stretch of this journey. He slung his bag to the side feeling relieved, the bike was still where they had stashed it.

Allan started the motorcycle as he explained to him that Midge would have them covered from the Nomad’s surveillance devices as they traveled back but all Ken could feel was his rising pulse.

He heard the crunch of gravel behind him and a sarcastic laugh, one he knew well.

“Would you look at that? Just the person I was looking for.”, Backflip Ken stood behind him with his hand stretching out as though he had tracked down his bait. A group of Kens walked out from where they were hidden to circle them.

Backflip Ken wore a tattered shirt but held a baseball bat that seemed more like a weapon than an accessory.

The light in his eyes were no longer present, he looked tired and angry but to come to terms with the fact that he was the one who was leading this tribe that was hunting you down, it startled Ken.

Allan reved the engine, the was the signal he needed, Ken ran towards the moving bike as he jumped on. The energy had shifted, shouts erupted, the confidence faded.

Allan's watch had begun to beep and in it was Midge's frantic message that the Nomad's had found them.

“Boys, get them.”, was the command Backflip Ken barked.

Nomad cars drifted into the path behind their bike, rogue Barbies sat in the driver's seat commandeering the vehicles after them, their engines roaring against the night sky, Ken’s heart began to beat too fast that he felt his blood surge to his head as he looked back at the chase.

“We can out maneuver them.”, Allan yelled confidently as he held the bike handle steady raising the speed, dodging the objects on the road as he stuck to the road looking for a way to escape.

But Ken heard the sound of a whip and metals clanging together, when all he got a glimpse of was a grappling hook lodged into the back wheel causing it to jam. The action caused the bike to fling him and Allan over board.

He held the satchel to his chest as he braced for impact.

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Plastic Hearts - (21)

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Brothers.

Also it's a short chapter cause I couldn't find much time.

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He fit the googles around his eyes and fastened the biker gloves around his wrist. This was it. This was the great adventure. It just didn’t feel like it though.

He got onto his motorcycle, when Allan joined him as he took a seat behind him. Ken was glad that he had company, doing this task alone would have been more nerve wracking.

But he needed to get his head in the game, he had to, so he tuned out his thoughts as he heard Allan’s clear instructions. So he rode off, watching the darkened sun begin to rise as the early morning dust storm had begun to settle. The journey to the mount of great faces was simple enough. It was a well known spot, so the roads were wide and the signs were clear.

But as he rode, he would catch a glimpse of those posters again or run down Nomad vehicles or an abandoned gun by the roadside. He had to remember there was a darkside to this land now that it's innocence had been ripped away.

His grip tightened around the handle but he was grateful for his helmet, no one could read his expressions. Even without his helmet most people couldn’t decipher him well.

Well, except for you. He found it comforting, jus thoughts about you, the soft memories in his head seemed to offer him peace without fail.

He felt Allan tap his shoulder but he knew the reason for, the four Barbie faces loomed over them. All of it had been sculpted from pink rock but now it looked like concrete.

He brought the bike to a stop and parked it under a cover, to keep its presence hidden such that it was not stolen. The sun was now high in the sky signifying the change in time that only half a day was left. All the way through the drive was mostly silent, Allan seemed too stressed to hold a conversation and so Ken left him to his comfort.

“So it gets a little tricky from here.”, Allan spoke as he read the map and Ken removed his helmet, the warm dry air greeted him.

Allan was engrossed in reading the different coloured marker lines on the map he held in his hands, trying to find the path that could lead them to the big X. But as he observed him, he couldn’t help but take notice of the similarities.

When he was at the school, he would often see brothers come walk in together. The older boys would come by to drop off their young brothers in their class for their first day and as days went by even though these little kids showed up on their own, it was evident to see the comfort they had knowing their brothers were around.

But it wasn’t just there. At grocery stores, in the men’s department of a clothing store, at restaurants and bars. Siblings seemed to have a special connection and he had heard you ask him if he contemplated about those parts of life he never got to experience, he could now say that he was jealous of those who had a sibling.

Having parents was one thing but getting to have that brotherly bond was often an intrigue for Ken.

Allan showed up in his life much like a younger brother, if he drew comparison to the real world. One day Ken woke up to find that he had now had a designated buddy who could fit into his clothes.

But when he was going through a rough patch, Allan was the only one who cared after. What was more special was that there was only one of him and in the vast crowd of all the Kens who lived here, he felt fortunate to be the one to connect with him.

“Thank you for doing this.”, Ken stood his ground, not wanting to waste this second, this moment.

The surprise was evident on Allan’s face but it softened as he waved his hand as though it didn't matter.

“We’re friends. Don’t mention it.”, he smiled.

“No we’re not.”, Ken shuffled the helmet in his hand and observed the smile fade from Allan’s face.

“We’re more like brothers, if you’ll have me that is.”, he smiled, half expecting him to say no. But instead he was greeted by a hug.

“I’ve always hoped we could be.”, Allan said joyfully.

Ken completed the hug and his heart felt whole. He had a family now, he had always longed for love his entire life. And though since meeting you he had found his dream girl, his exposure to the real world had opened up a new wound. A wound that had slowly crept onto him like a passing shadow. He longed for a childhood he could never get.

But, that gapping hole was filled. He too had a brother now.

“Alright, lead the way.”, Ken chuckled as he pulled away because if he didn’t he was sure to shed a tear.

Allan stood taller, more confident as he held up the map towards the light before he placed in on the ground and began to fold the edges. A few seconds later, he held a paper heart that had rearranged the whole map such that it revealed the pink line was the only path that led to the proper destination.

Instead of entering the rocky pass, Allan began to walk into a different cavern opening. Ken followed and the moment he stepped in he was engulfed by utter darkness.

“Good thing we’ve got flashlights.”, Allan chuckled as he switched on his light and Ken halted immediately. He was one step away from falling off the edge.

He slowly shifted back as he caught up to Allan, this part of Barbieland felt too real. The rock formations and crumbling boulders, all this was beginning to show clear signs of wreckage.

“Has this place always been unstable?”, Ken questioned.

“According to our geotechnical books, this place is our foundation. With the deterioration though, it must have been the first to get hit.”, Allan explained.

It was simple, time was running out, the rocks chattered and grumbled around him, this whole area looked like it was going to cave in.

“It should hold up for us. Based on where we are, it looks like we should be close.”, he heard Allan speak but Ken could feel the hair on the back on his neck begin to rise.

Out of instinct, he pushed Allan away as loose stalactities came crumbling down where he had stood a second ago. Ken’s heart was in his throat but he heard Allan reassure him he was alright from the other side.

He let out a breath.

“That was a close call.”, Allan joked again but before Ken could react, the gap between them got filled with rocks that poured down from above.

Now they were separated.

One with the map and the other without.

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“But without a true wish, you will always revert back to who you are, Ken.”, she raised her eyebrows as a means to tell him more plainly.

Such a good chapter but I’m going to be unwell because we damn well know Ken’s gonna go back to Barbieland Ken and I don’t know what to do with that. I’m so worried right now.

Plastic Hearts - (20)

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Ken is a lover boy like no other, I NEED HIM 😭

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The lights were out, from the small skylights embedded above, moonlight filtered in and while everyone around you slept soundlessly, you couldn’t.

He was going to leave the moment there was a hint of orange in the sky.

You were both given separate tents to stay in, so you gathered up your blanket and slipped out in search of him.

Your bare feet slipped past quietly on the cold flooring and instinct was your only guide. But catching a little sticker of a horse on the side of a tent only made you smile. He knew you too well. You pushed past the flap to enter and got a glimpse of him, lying on the makeshift bed, his torso devoid of a shirt but his eyes were on you even in this dim light.

You placed a finger over your lips as you got closer and he made space in his double bed for you as he grinned.

“Do you always sneak into random tents in the dead of night?”, he whispered.

“Only for you.”, you cuddled closer into his body warmth and heard his amused chuckle at your response.

“Good.”, he said quietly. There was no trace of plastic in him anymore, he was as human as you were. And so it gave you some relief. It could be possible that the magic of this land was immune to you both, since you both had made a wish in the tunnel.

But before you can ask him anything or begin to worry he lowered his head to catch your lips with his in the silence, your breath hitched in your throat but your body turned into clay as your wrapped your hands around his neck, such that where ever his hands roamed you were sure they had moulded a part of you.

“I don’t want to think about tomorrow.”, he spoke against your lips as his finger trace the curve of your cheek.

“Then don’t.”, you smiled softly as you slipped your hand beneath his arm, tucking your head under his chin. Maybe this way, you could both sleep .

His sighed with content, his hand mindlessly tracing up the curve of your hips under your shirt as though it was helping him remember that you were by his side. That you were real.

He pretended to sleep, because his mind didn’t seem to rest. He held you closer and gazed at your sleeping form next to him. The very sight of you caused him to feel joy bloom in his chest.

Was it possible to rewind time?

To have skipped all this by just choosing you in the first place?

But then the days in the real world reminded him that as painful as this was, he had felt like he was more than just the secondary character. He had a story of his own and the most beautiful part was, it intertwined with yours.

He dipped his head to kiss your forehead, as if he wanted the exact memory and feeling etched in his mind for ever. He wasn’t willing to accept but seeing those frozen Barbies, his friends. It has freaked him out.

He kissed you again.

He didn’t want to forget or fade. He wanted to live. He couldn’t care anymore about what was said in the tunnel, that he didn’t have a life of his own without a Barbie.

He wanted to make his own.

He wanted you.

So that was enough hope, to be brave.

But in the quiet, his thoughts could kept going back to his conversation with weird Barbie before he retired to his tent.

“You do know only the one who wore the skates gets a true wish.”, she told him as she passed him his new set of clothes, gear that will prepare him to enter the rocky pass.

“I didn’t know.”, he said taking in her words. He had made one of his own, in the tunnel but to learn that it was useless was disheartening. So it wasn’t the wish that had led him back to you.

“Now, if you find the lake. Use this to extract the water, don’t by any chance touch it.”, she instructed him as she handed a container that was attached within a suction device.

“I thought I would be immune to it. I’m not solely a part of Barbieland anymore.”, he held the device in his hands but his eyes were distant.

“But without a true wish, you will always revert back to who you are, Ken.”, she raised her eyebrows as a means to tell him more plainly.

Why was it that he needed magic to give him the allowance to enjoy his life?

So destiny had seemed to be writing you and him apart every moment, trapping him in the illusion that he was making progress towards the life of his dreams when he wasn't.

You stirred in his arms and he realized that he was wasting every second with you if he was worried about events that were out of his control.

He breathed in deeply, the scent of your perfume taking him back to his apartment, the night he had held you by his side through the night.

There has to be something special if he was afforded those moments. Right?

That all this talk of him being just an add on and that’s all he could ever be, must be a lie, shouldn’t it?

“You haven’t slept have you?”, he heard you ask and he sighed.

“No.”, he replied.

He watched as you pulled the blanket over him a little more and caressed his cheek even as you laid next to him half asleep with your eyes closed. It amazed him, at how you didn’t need to see him in order to know what he needed or how he felt. You just knew. Just like he had when he put that sticker on the side of his tent.

He pushed away a strand of hair that fell across your face, almost as if your were a manifestation of the magic in this land he had been so fortunate enough to hold you. So privileged enough to touch. If a part of your souls had found it’s home in each other, if all the moments with you eased the turmoil in his spirit.

Then, you and him were meant for each other, that no spell or written stereotype could hold you back.

“I’m going to figure out that map and get us out of here.”, he said with new found zeal.

“I know you will.”, you reassured him, your eyes finding his.

“I won’t leave your side till you do.”, you tucked your head over his arm and there was nothing more to contend with that he could finally rest now.

“I’m going to hold you to it.”, he kissed the top of your head as he mumbled the words into your hair.

It was amazing, how you could still find peace in the chaos with him by your side.

His warmth kept you company through the cold night till when you woke up feeling the chill creep up your skin only to find the space beside you empty.

A written note with scribbled handwriting was placed on the pillow by your side.

“Will be back by sunset. Get ready to go home.”

All this was going to be over.

You breathed a sight of relief.

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This got dark so fast, but so good!!

Plastic Hearts - (19)

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Eight wheels, eight days

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“Shouldn’t it fix itself, now that it’s within Barbieland?”, Ken asked, you observed him.

He was usually composed but now his fingers tapped on the table edge. His body weight was balanced on the tip of his feet instead of his heel, his eyebrows set in a raised state, his jaw clenched and his breathing more rapid.

Had he noticed a threat you had failed to consider?

Weird Barbie blew a low whistle as she placed the skates on the observation table. The cracked wheel now disintegrated and gone, the metal on the edges now beginning to hiss and grow hot like an unstable battery.

“Is it going to explode?”, you asked as you took a stand next to Ken, your fingers sliding over his in an attempt to calm him down but it only seemed to make him more frantic.

“Worse. It will become a huge gapoing hole and drag us all into non existence.”, she rubbed her tired eyes.

“So how do we stop that?”, Ken folded his arms and you reminded yourself that you had a lot to worry about now. But his sudden coldness was too jarring to accept.

“That’s the tricky bit. Each wheel constitutes a day. So we have eight days left before the end of Barbieland or eight hours before all the children of the world lose their minds forever.”, she narrates with the most serious tone you had ever heard.

You think back to all the women and girls you had seen, the hollow eyed stares, the zombie like state in which they had begun to morph into. A shiver ran down your spine.

“But there’s only one cure to all this.”, she said, her eyes focused on the map of Barbieland behind you.

“What is it?”, you jumped at the opportunity. You had to solve this, somehow all this was your fault.

“It needs to be reset using the purest form of Barbieland’s essence to counteract the decay caused by the spell.”, she explained as she moved towards the map.

Your eyes follow her, so does Ken’s.

She pointed towards the mount of great faces, it was in the middle of the land, seemingly like the heart of this place.

“Within the mount exists the fabled Lake of Repair. One drop, all your wear and tear vanishes.”, she looks back at you both.

“But the beauty is it doesn’t just heal, it’s water can make pure anything that is corrupt. There by reverting the object to its initial state.”, her eyes glimmered with the same wildness that ran within her.

“I’ll go. I’ll get us a sample of that water.”, Ken spoke up instantly and your eyes snapped to his.

“I’ll go with him.”, you interjected but instead he pushed past you.

“No. She stays here.”, he held his hand up as though there was no point in arguing about this.

“But this is just a myth, Ken. There’s no proof it exists. Except for a really old map I have.”, Weird Barbie balanced her hands on her hip.

“If it’s the only shot we have, then we take it.”, he speaks like a Sergeant, as though this has been his job, to command an army.

You try to catch his gaze but he doesn’t give it to you, but when he does, it softens with worry. He sighs and pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.

“I take it these are put up by the Nomads?”, he asked but your eyes widened when you read what was written.

You had a bounty on your head and it didn’t matter if you were alive for it.

“Ah yes.”, weird Barbie sighed.

“They believe that by making her pay for taking away their home might be the answer to getting it all back.”, she said with a sad undertone.

“And I have to agree with him on this one. You need to be here within our perimeter for your own safety.”, she placed her hand on your shoulder as a sign of care but you only felt more helpless and angry.

This was your mess, so it should be you who was working proactively to fix it, not be told to step aside. You wanted to argue but before you could, Ken caught a hold of your wrist and pulled you away gently.

“Give me a minute.”, he excused himself to weird Barbie as he led you to the other corner of the lab.

“Brie, I need to trust me on this.”, he spoke to you with concern and authority.

“And let you go out into a mad world? If they are after me, won’t they track you too?”, you asked but it was stemming from the anxiousness of having to split up. This wasn’t a part of the plan.

“Brie, I ask you to let me do this.”, he held you by your shoulder and maintained steady eye contact.

“And I ask you not to sideline me.”, you pleaded.

“I can’t let you go out there on your own while I wait here, like I did at the hospital...”, you try to explain yourself but instead it comes out as a mash of words. His eyes narrowed.

“The hospital?”, he questioned but realization dawned on his face as he put it all together.

“I’m not Melissa, Brie. I will come back to you.”, his hands trailed up to cup both sides of your face. His eyes boring into yours as if nothing in this world and the planet could ever change the assurance in his statement.

You placed your hands over his, to hold onto it as you fought against the ghosts of your past.

“I have to do this. For you, for Barbieland and for myself.”, he said, his thumb caressing the rise of your cheek.

“I need to prove to myself that I’m not who I was. That I’m no longer second, I have an equal price to pay for the wrongdoings that I had done. I need you to support me in this.”, he laid it all out clearly.

This meant more to him. And it would be cruel of you to hold him back, for all the support he had shown you. You had to trust him on this.

“Then promise me you will be safe.”, you said holding back your tears because this was your time to be there for him.

“I will.”, he pulled you close to kiss your forehead.

The coldness had evaporated, his hand slid around your waist and his fear was now eased. All this time he had just been worried about your well being. He wanted to protect you, that was what this was all about and you denying him the right to do that was only making him feel like you valued him less.

It was hard, to embrace the uncertainty, to not be in control, but this wasn’t your kitchen and these people weren’t your staff. You had to learn to let go and so you did, with the full faith that this was going to go well. Your belief in him never waivered.

You and Ken turned towards weird Barbie who now had a sly smile on her face as she watched you both walk back to her.

“So the world ending was the right time you finally chose to fall in love?”, she asked sarcastically.

“What better time than that?”, Ken chuckled and for a second it all felt warm and good.

But Allan walked in with a frown that was very evident.

“We’ve found another one.”, he sighed to which weird Barbie drooped her head into her hands.

“Where?”, she asked, her voice muffled as she spoke into her hands.

“Near the settlements.”, he answered. “She’s the fifth one we’ve found today.”, he continued to which weird Barbie sighed.

“If you’re doing this, then you leave at the crack of dawn.”, she met Ken’s gaze to which he gave a curt nod.

“Allan can go with you, he’s well versed with reading my maps.”, she said as she hopped off the seat she was seated in.

“What have you found?”, you asked, curious at the mystery of their conversation.

But instead of giving you an answer she just gestured you and Ken to follow her. She moved away from the lab to a more quieter darker area that was away from the visibility of most of the inhabitants of this base.

Propping open a steel door, she waited for Allan, you and Ken to pass through before she sealed it behind her. The room was dark and extremely cold, it felt unsettling just to stand in this void. But when she switched on the lights you only wanted to keel over.

There were a hundred or so Barbies and Kens seated next to each other, with their eyes open but yet absolutely still. They were frozen as though they were stuck in a coma.

“The reset will also save these guys.”, weird Barbie broke the eerie silence.

“What’s happening to them?”, you asked, you couldn’t help but turn your gaze to catch a glimpse of Ken’s reaction.

He stood next to you, his lips pursed but also as if he wasn’t perturbed by this.

“They’re being forgotten from the minds of children.”, Allan said softly with sadness in his eyes.

You felt like the air around you had turned into cellophane to wrap its invisible trap around you. You couldn’t unsee it, it flashed before your eyes and in your mind. Ken seated like this, in front of you.

The reset wasn’t only a cure for the world but it was for him too.

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babyimjustken · 2 years ago

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He's Just Ken <3

Summary: Ken has always been more than fond of you, and he kept that to himself, like a small thought that didn't mean much. You, unbeknownst to him, of course, felt the same, and he is shocked to learn this.

AN: Erm I grew up writing on Tumblr but then I graduated and got a job and got married and very quickly divorced (I'm literally only 21 and he slept with someone else lol) and I figured I might as well start again so I am sorry of this is ridiculous but I just think Ken is the sweetest and he would never treat anyone like that! Damn. PS: Khosh if you saw this, no you didn't.

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The sky got darker every night, and for some odd reason, it really, really frightened you. You weren’t sure if any of the other Barbies felt the same. Did anyone else make sure to hurry home before the light started dimming? Sure, you could ask about it, but what if this was a malfunction? What if they sent you to see Weird Barbie?

You supposed that wouldn’t be so bad… unless they sent you to her alone… at nighttime.

With a humph you washed the thought away and roller skated a little faster. With panicked glances behind you up at the sky, you missed what was right in front of you and bumped into something. Hard.

All you heard was a yelp mixed with your own sound of surprise before hitting the ground. You blinked a few times before opening your eyes all the way. Again, you saw night fast approaching, but in the foreground was Ken.

“Oh, hey Ken!”

“Hey, Barbie!”

“That hurt.”

His skin glistened above you and you wished so bad that he wasn’t there to see you right now. How embarrassing… You really were good at skating too, but now he’ll never know that. You were quick to ask Ken if he was hurt as well, but he’s much larger than you and remained that it wasn’t more than a gentle bump. His yelp was one more of surprise and worry than anything.

One pink-opened-face ambulance visit later and you were on your way. Although, now… it was nighttime and everywhere you looked was shaded a deep blue.

Ken picked up on your uncomfort quickly, brows furrowing at the way you almost folded into yourself.

“Are you okay, Barbie? You’re usually so good at skating, I was surprised to see you fall.”

You jumped a little, forgetting he was there, your breath catching in your throat. Wait, he thought you were good at skating?

“Sorry, Ken. I’m fine! Just…” you remembered the possibility of this being a malfunction and decided not to mention it. “Just a little dazed from the fall. Do you remember which way my Dreamhouse was?”

Ken thought very hard. He looked as if there were actual wheels turning in his head. You worried he would hurt himself.

“Of course I do, I just hope you’re okay. I’m trying to think if I’ve ever met anyone that had forgotten where they lived. Maybe this requires visiting Weird–”

“No!” A silence fell between the two of you. “No, I’m okay. I just… wanted an excuse to ask you to walk me home.”

You had never seen Ken’s face that shade of pink before. Yes, you were afraid of the dark, but there was a very real underlying truth to your statement. You were always close with Stereotypical Barbie and had heard many times her griefs about Ken and the ways he liked her, and it sort of perplexed you. You got that she just didn’t feel the same, and it was sweet how he couldn’t pick up on that, but gosh… so many times you had found yourself wishing to be her, just for a day. After everything went down between the two of them, you saw a huge change in him. He was lighter, more sure of himself. You had even mentioned to the Barbies at a few girls nights how you felt very differently about him than Stereotypical barbie did, followed by squeals and encouragements to go after him. You couldn’t decide, though, which was scarier: nighttime or speaking to Ken.

Ken stammered over his response before settling on a simple “Sure,” lifting out a bent arm for you to hold on to. You still had your rollerskates on, of course, because you didn’t bring any change of shoes. Duh.

He slipped on his rollerblades too so you’d feel more comfortable, reassuring you he suddenly just felt like skating too. He thought it was cute that you couldn’t rollerblade yet and still used standard skates instead. You let him lead the way, the two of you gliding gently across the pink pavement. It was quiet at nighttime, and although that frightened you, something about this was different. Peaceful.

You noticed Ken intentionally making some wrong turns. Maybe he also enjoyed spending extra time with you. Another humph to clear the thought from your head and, before you knew it, you stood outside of your home.

Ken looked down at the ground, unsure of what to do or say now. He had also been searching (for weeks now, maybe months) for an excuse to walk you home. Never did he think that would happen, let alone the desire ever be reciprocated, even in the slightest. He started minimizing the whole thing in his head, reminding himself that it would be ridiculous if you thought of him in a way that was anything more than just friends, plus, you just fell down, you probably didn’t want to walk alone in case you fell again, and–

“Ken?”

He had truthfully forgot you were even there.

“Oh, sorry, Barbie. I’ll walk you to your door.”

Something came over you and you panicked again. What if this was your only chance to tell him you liked him? I mean, how much longer could this go on? The skates made you much taller than you typically stood. Unfortunately, so did his, and you were still much smaller than him. You resorted to standing on the toe-stoppers to gain a little height, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Ken."

He looked like he was about to barf, but in a really good way, if that makes sense. His mouth fell open and his cheeks darkened again. He wanted to say something – so much, he wanted to say so much, but he just… couldn’t. He just stared at you, frozen in place.

You couldn’t believe you just did that. A thought crossed your mind, and at first it was sort of funny, but then very sad.

“Hey Ken, where do you sleep? All of you, actually, where do the Kens sleep?”

He still just looked at you, lips still parted. After blinking a few times, he looked around, almost searching for an answer littered on the ground somewhere. “Beach.”

He laughed at himself. “Sorry, the beach. We just hang out at the beach.”

“The beach? But its so dark out there…”

His head tilted to the side a little. “It’s always dark at nighttime. You don’t like it? I find it kind of nice, actually.”

You sheepishly shook your head. “It really scares me. For whatever reason... I always make sure I’m home before the sun goes down.”

“So that’s why you’re never at any of Barbie’s parties?”

You looked up at him and noticed your lipstick marked on his rosy cheek.

“You noticed I'm never there?”

“Of course I noticed. You’re the only reason I ever go.”

He blushed after letting that slip.

“And, it’s also fun, I guess.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat up, but that’s nothing new. You always felt like this when you’re around him.

“Anyways…” He smiled at himself. “You should come. I can walk you home every time so it won’t be scary.”

Something bubbled up inside you and you literally and physically couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up tall to kiss him again, but this time he noticed, and you stilled in his gaze.

“I…” Why was this so hard? You had daydreamed for ages about what to say to him if you ever gained the courage to speak up, and now that you finally can, it seemed impossible.

“Do you want to some inside?” That wasn’t right. “I mean, I want you to come inside. Do you also want to come inside?”

He looked at you so lovingly and let out a gentle laugh. He liked you so much, he didn’t even process what you had asked. Wait. Come inside? You wanted him to come inside? Like boyfriend girlfriend?? His eyes widened.

“Why?”

You stilled at his response. You just wanted to cry. He was right, why? Why would you ask such a dumb question? He would never like you that way, and you felt silly for assuming he would.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I’ll see you later, Ken–”

“No!” He startled himself at the outburst. “Sorry, I meant… Why me? Do you… Do you like me?”

You were relieved at his explanation, but he wasn’t exactly making it easy for you.

“Well… yeah. That’s why I’m asking you to come inside.”

It was like fireworks went off in his brain. Your words banged around inside his head so loud he couldn’t think of anything else. You liked him? You did just say yes, didn’t you? Did he make that up?

“Oh well I also like you too as well a lot very much.”

What? Literally what. What was that. He cringed at himself a little. He had also been dreaming of what he’d say to you, and this was definitely not it.

You giggled at him. He was just so sweet, and so so nervous. Both of you were. You took his hand and lead him towards your home.

Inside he just stood there, unsure of what to do. It was like if he moved he’d somehow ruin everything. You noticed he was like that a lot, actually. It made you kind of sad.

He had liked your friend so much before, and even though that was years ago, it seemed to still really impact him. You realized it wasn’t about her, it was about him. It had changed the way he saw himself. Her not liking him back got twisted up in his mind somehow and he had taken it to believe that no one liked him. He felt silly for thinking she ever would, that anyone ever would. It became part of his own perception of the world around him, that he was some sort of nuisance or a bother.

You sat on your couch and he helped you unlace your skates. His hands were stong and gentle, and with your skates off, he was now much taller than you. You stook directly at eye level to his chest. His shape was so defined. Gosh, why did Mattel build him that way?

Blinking the nerves away, you made your way to the kitchen. Bless his heart, honestly. He has no idea how good he looks, right now or ever. This was also silly at first, but now that you thought about it, it was sort of sad. Why didn’t he know? What does he think of himself? He’s always so dismissive of compliments, even from other Kens. Of course he asked why when you invited him in, he can’t comprehend being worthy of something like that. Sure, you had moments of being insecure as well, but this felt different, deeper.

You glanced up to see him still sat on your couch. He was fidgeting with his hands and looking around. He looked like he felt uncomfortable; like he was somehow gravely out of place and believed he had overstayed his welcome.

There was an ache in you at seeing him like that. As soon as you walked into the room, he perked up and smiled, thanking you for the glass of water – but you noticed his hands were shaking as he sipped it.

“Ken, are you okay? I understand if you don’t want to stay over.”

He nearly choked on the drink. “Stay over!? I thought you just wanted me to stop by, like, out of courtesy.”

You smiled warmly at him and something … changed. He felt something shift inside of him, like he could feel that your smile was genuine and real and more than a courtesy. You looked at him the way he looked at everyone else.

“No, Ken. I…” How do you say this?

“I do like you, and if I wasn’t so shy, I’d tell you all about it. I love spending time with you. You just look very handsome and its making me a little nervous.”

You heard a slight gasp from him. He had been waiting his whole life to feel liked or wanted or invited or worthy or important or… well, handsome. And to hear it from you? It was just too much. He teared up a little, something a lot less foreign to everyone since traveling to the Real World. He liked crying, actually. He just didn’t know why it happened so much. Was he just weaker than the other Kens?

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He sniffled out an apology, standing up to leave. It must've been a real mood-killer and the last thing he wanted to do was bum you out.

You stood too, taking ahold of his hand. He looked down at you and saw you were also tearing up.

“Ken, you’ve got to believe me.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t. He just stepped toward you and held onto you.

The two of you cried – and the two of you apologized for it at the same time, your tears quickly evolving into giggles. The more you both tried to apologize for being a bummer the more you’d speak over one another and it really was very silly.

He was blushing now, and he looked much more confident. He’s never met anyone that also feels so out of place. He felt comfortable around you, like he didn’t need to worry if he was bothering you. And to think you felt like you weren't worthy of him liking you? That was ridiculous, and very confusing for him, but it mad him feel differently. If he felt it was silly for you to feel unlikeable, wouldn't that mean he was silly for feeling that way too?

“Its okay, Ken, really. I like you, right now. You don’t have to do anything else.”

And he’d never forgotten that. Everyday he was excited to exist for the first time in a long time. The already pink landscape of Barbieland seemed so much brighter now, and day after day he had a spring in his step.

Months went by of him being encouraged by you, invited by you, seen by you -- he truly did like like you and he had no idea what to do about it, but he figured everyday he’d try his best to show you.

Today was exactly six months since you biffed it on your skates. He still felt bad for knocking you over, but he was glad it happened.

He breathed a shaky breath before knocking on your door. He was still always so nervous to see you, but in a good way.

You opened it to be greeted by Ken in literally a tuxedo, and you immediately felt bad after letting out a laugh. He just beamed and laughed with you, striking a pose. So cool.

“I know, its a lot. But I look good, don’t I?”

You smiled up at him and shook your head.

“Ken, you always look good. What is going on?”

He handed you a bouquet of daisies (that matched his boutonniere, of course) and a shimmery white gift box.

Shocked and confused barely scratched the surface. What was he planning? Sure, every time he saw you he brought you a gift, but it was usually something small and genuine, like a rock that ‘reminded him of you’ or something he noticed you eyeing on your last date.

He shrugged it all off as if he wasn't dressed for some important extravagant black tie event.

“I wanted to take you out and I wanted it to be special. Thought it would be nice for a change.”

You felt like crying again. All the Barbies and Kens teased the two of you for being sensitive, but you really did enjoy the vulnerability the two of you shared. I mean, how sweet is he? Could he get any sweeter?

The gift box held a blush pink gown, which, of course, made you cry for real this time.

The two of you looked very lovely together. You both giggled the entire duration of the very long and uphill car ride, Ken giving you secret directions to the spot he picked because he cannot drive (LOL).

You turned the corner to see a very small and intimate restaurant. It was encased at the edge of the mountain, overlooking the sea.

Now both of you were crying (and laughing at each other because the other was crying). He took your hand and lead you to a small candlelit table.

“Ken, what is going on? This is all so beautiful.”

He looked down and smiled, shrugging, before straightening himself up and clearing his throat. You presume he was attempting to build confidence, and it worked for a moment, but he very quickly returned to appearing very nervous.

“Six months ago you absolutely ate it on the pavement and I’m really glad you did.”

He was not off to a great start, but you found it charming.

“Not that I was glad you got hurt… Sorry, hold on.”

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of pink paper.

“You wrote this down?”

“Hey, you’re ruining it!” He laughed at himself, feeling a little silly and overly serious.

“Anyways…” He tossed the paper, opting for improvising the rest of what he wnated to tell you.

“I’m glad you suck at rollerskating because that means I get to hold your hand and guide you. I’m glad I can’t drive because it gives me an excuse to ask you to take me everywhere. I’m glad the nighttime freaks you out because I get to swoop in and save you from it. I’m glad you cry all the time because I do too and I’m glad I do because it probably makes you feel better about it, just like you make me feel better about it.”

He was right, and his words had you crying already.

“I hope you never get better at rollerskating or not crying or being scared of the dark, and I surely hope I never learn how to drive, but even if all of that did happen, I promise I would make up another excuse to be with you. That night you told me you were also looking for an excuse to be with me when you, again, absolutely spilled on your skates, and for the first time I felt like I meant something to someone. And to you.” He sighed at the thought of it. “I can’t believe it was you. I wish I had words to sum up the amount of time I had been running through what I’d say to you if I only could, and I still choked on it, just like now. Everyday it’s like I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I mean, all the Kens hate me because I can’t shut up about you.”

The two of you laughed again, and you saw he was tearing up now too.

“I like you Barbie.” His blush deepened. “No, I love you, Barbie. And I wanted to take you here to try and make you feel even a fraction of how you make me feel. Special, and important. And handsome.”

“Ken…” He did look so handsome in the lighting, and the lull of the other guest’s conversations washed over the two of you. You realized the nighttime wasn’t so scary when Ken was around.

“Ken, I love you too.” You response was rushed, like you couldn’t help the words from just spilling out.

“I’ve always liked you, for years, you can ask the other Barbies. I don’t have the words either, but I promise I thought of you just as much, if not more. I still think of you. I’m thinking of you now and you’re in front of me.”

He giggled at you and felt the familiar warmth of being truly appreciated.

“I just wish there was some way to show you.”

His eyes looked up at you. He felt the same way you did. He also noticed sometimes you couldn’t believe he liked you either. It was a funny situation, the two of you both feeling flattered in the other’s gaze.

“Then show me.”

You couldn’t make it home fast enough. You fumbled with the door of the Dreamhouse before leading him inside. His hands were shaking again, but not from insecurity or fear this time.

He was so gentle as he touched you, grazing his hands over your arms, almost like he was seeking permission.

“Yes, its okay.”

His breath was shaky, as was yours, and every gesture was laced with respect and admiration. He was slow and attentive to your reactions. You stood tall to kiss him, but you couldn’t make it. He smiled at you before leaning down to help you close the gap, choosing to still let you kiss him instead of the other way around.

Sure, the two of you had kissed lots of times, but always very quickly. Both of you were head over heels for the other and the thought of anything more made your ears heat up. You slowly leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back, guiding the two of you.

You sat on your couch like you both had hundreds of times. What was so different now? It felt personal, like you both knew he wasn’t over to just hang out this time.

“Is this okay?”

His blue eyes were just enchanting. Everything about him, actually, like all he was programmed for was making you laugh and ensuring you were always comfortable.

You nodded, asking him the same.

He smiled at you.

“Yeah, more than okay. I just want you to feel safe.”

You just wanted to scream. He was so sweet and kind and handsome and tall and silly and smart. It was just ridiculous.

“Ken.”

You began, looking very serious. He thought it was very cute.

“You said you loved me and I love you too.”

He nodded, wondering where you were going with this.

“That means we’re girlfriend boyfriend.”

He felt a little dizzy hearing you say that, like he’d imagined it so many times before, and he hadn’t really thought about it in a while.

“And I think I want to do what girlfriends boyfriends do.”

He smiled at you. You looked so sweet.

“And what is it that they do?”

You hadn’t really thought that far yet.

“I’m actually not sure.”

He knew what that felt like. When he went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie, he learned all about what people do when they’re girlfriend boyfriend, and a lot of it was sad and felt very mean to the girlfriends. He did remember, though, a lot of movies and books he’d read about the nice and sweet parts of it though.

“I know a little bit about it, but I’m not sure if you’d like it.”

He wasn’t teasing you at all, and you knew that. He leaned forward and whispered, too shy to speak about those things too loudly.

Your eyes widened. This all sounded absurd, but you couldn’t help but notice a warmth spreading throughout yourself. For some reason you wanted to kiss him more than you ever had.

“Of course, I’ve never done any of it before. But I guess there’s a first time for everything, and it seems like most people in the Real World take it very seriously.”

Your brows furrowed at this and you sat up straight, taking it very seriously.

He couldn’t help but laugh at you. You were just glowing, sat there in your gown he picked out for you. It was an honor to see you always, but now felt even more special. He couldn’t believe you were thinking about him. It was very sweet, but he also felt a warmth spreading within himself, one he didn’t recognize, and he also wanted to kiss you.

The two of you sat in this feeling for what felt like hours. You felt like you were on fire under his gaze, and he felt the same way.

“Ken, can I kiss–”

He didn’t let you finish.

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