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[rania-igloo]

DARK KEN (OMG)

I know that his whole character is being apart of barbie and being fun, but, I need dark fics for him😭.

If you've got any suggestions I'll happily accept them FOR KEN OR ANYONE ASLONG AS I KNOW THEM OR THEYRE HAWT🤷‍♀️🤭

Feeling desperate but for ken I'll do anything🧎‍♀️

[astralnino]

Rivals to Lovers - Ken X Reader [PT 1]

it takes place in Barbieland, has some overlapping events but doesn't exactly sync w/ the movie. In this AU, Kens have houses too (I won't do them dirty 😤)

Also for your reading convenience, I'll be calling Ken#2 (Simu Liu's Ken) Kenneth, and Ryan's Ken#1 will stay Ken. enjoy, loves! 💗

feisty ken x sensitive reader / tw: kissing also PART 2 IS OUT!

1.13k Words <3

It's another beautiful, perfect day in Barbieland. You wake up early in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and excited, for you were finally making the big move to your bestie Kenneth's neighborhood! You're basically trembling with excitement as they load the last of your pink boxes into the pink truck which is ready to leave the pink gates of Rosedale, your previous neighborhood. You get in the front seat of your pink Jeep Gladiator and wave to your friends as you drive off into the sunset, into Barbieville!

You look in awe at the promenade, bustling with so many Barbies, and they all look at you with wide eyes. It was the first time many of them were setting their eyes on a Limited Edition Barbie. The 'Y/n L/n Limited Edition Classy Barbie', was released based on a design made by the daughter of the CEO of Mattel.

You were basically a celebrity in Barbieland, and you were pretty good at handling all the attention, good and bad, which came along with it. You park your truck behind the pink truck, out of which a few Helper Barbies are taking your furniture and items and moving them into your new dreamhouse. You walk out of your Jeep to be swarmed by a whole lot of Barbies, all of them saying Hi and asking for autographs. You couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, but you take a few deep breaths and wave to all of them, and start signing a few arms, Jerseys and a couple of Beach Shorts. Nothing out of the ordinary.

As you're signing the various articles, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a small commotion, two Kens and a few Barbies. You roll your eyes, brushing it off, until you realize that one of those Kens was - your bestfriend and crush Kenneth. As soon as it hits you, you apologetically hand over a half signed cap to the Ken it belonged to and promised everyone autographs at the 'Welcome to the New Neighbourhood Party' Kenneth was hosting for you, before sprinting towards the sandy beach.

Infront of you, you see Kenneth and another Ken squaring up. Your gaze lingers upon the other Ken, who looks pretty... agitated. Pretty agitated. He had the average blonde hair, a perfect jawline and brown, kind of dreamy eyes which currently looked dark and stormy- Your train of thought was interrupted by Kenneth who was getting a bit too aggressive. He looked cute, as always, but you quickly step in along with a blonde Barbie wearing a Pink checked dress, acting as a barricade between the two disconcerted dolls. The Stereotypical Barbie appears to brush her hand against Kenneth's thigh, but you're sure it was an accident so you let it be.

As soon as he recognizes you, he looks startled. "Y/n- You're here- it's been so long since I've seen you..". You run forward and hug him, and he awkwardly pats your back. Again, you notice the blonde Barbie stare at you two, with a glint of jealousy in her eyes.. but it was cleverly masked with a forced but pretty smile.

"Hey Kennethh, how've you been?" You exclaim although you two spoke over call just last night, a little blush creeping up your cheeks. Just as he's about to answer, Ken rolls his eyes and clears his throat, a mellow but burning rage still in his eyes, effectively ruining your moment.

"What's your problem man.." you mutter under your breath, but the Blondie hears you. "What's my problem you ask? Your tall and han- Your boyfriend is annoying me for no good reason, ask him to back off now." he replies, looking somewhat flustered. Taking a few steps forward, you stand close to him.. very close. You look up at him, and he looks down back at you, his face turning a light shade of pink.

You look straight into his eyes and asks him "What if I don't?" You feel his quick, warm breaths on your supple skin.

He eyes you up and down, thinking for a moment, then he pushes you to the floor, effectively creating a situation where you're under him. You feel your cheeks warming up, and you see him smirk. "Try standing up for your boyfriend now, why don't you?"

Your eyes lock for a second, and you feel something... something new, something intense, but you realise that you're out in the open- OH GOD, what will people think!? You quickly avert your eyes, and again, you notice Kenneth with Barbie.. only this time they appear to be bickering, but slowly move closer.. and closer. You don't get enough time to process this, because Ken is getting off of you and storming towards them both, fists clenched tightly and feet stomping, spewing sand all over you and a few picnic blankets on the sandy floor.

Just as he's about to do something, you see Kenneth push him over to the side, tugging on your hand, and the other Barbie quietly apologises, looking deeply into Kenneth's eyes with an almost lovestruck look and drags the other Ken away. What the hell was going on?

"Who does that asshole think he is?!" You shake your head and start complaining, walking off in the other direction with Kenneth, who starts giving you a tour of his neighbourhood. Even though you know most of the places here, you smile, masking your sadness and longing, and walk with him, feeling happy to be bantering with your favourite person.

After he gave you a detailed tour of Barbieville, he left to "prepare for the party" and "attend to urgent matters". You decide to explore on your own and start walking home to get ready for the party, which had already started. You knew this by seeing the heavily lit up, awfully loud house at the end of the street. To make up for lost time, you speed up, accidentally stumblling into a dark figure, who was.. sniffling?

"I'm so sorry, let me help you up-" you reach out for the Ken who was now on the floor, and instead of stretching his arm out, he looks up at you, and you see Aggressive-Beach-Ken with red and puffy eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so upset, so angry- he looked broken.. An emotion you were unfamiliar with, but his eyes spoke a thousand words.

He slowly got up, and looked dead into your eyes. "W-why couldn't you keep a hold on your boyfriend..?" He says the word 'boyfriend' with so much contempt, it sounds like an insult more than a label. "What do you mean? And he isn't my boyfriend... well not yet. I was hoping to confess to him toda-" Ken bursts out laughing, you could almost hear a hint of insanity in his chortle.

All of a sudden, his face goes blank, expressionless. This scares you. He grabs you by the arm and drags you along quickly. You protest and ask him to leave your hand, but he just kept speeding up, and you had to run to keep up. You were nearing the party, and you were pissed of at Ken because your outfit wasn't pretty enough for the party, and well, you didn't have any makeup on. He dragged you through the gates and when you finally stop bickering with him, you look straight at the spotlight. You let out a small gasp.

Kenneth was kissing the Stereotypical Barbie from earlier.

You make eye contact with your crush, and he chuckles and waves. You suddenly feel your eyes getting moist, and then wet. Water pours down from your small, glassy eyes. Kenneth was confused and started walking in your direction, until Stereotypical Barbie pulled him back in, making out again.

"Guess you lost your chance, Barbie."

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A/N: OKAY OKAY, I'M SRY THAT THERE WAS NO MAJOR KENxREADER MOMENTS HERE, BUT HEAR ME OUT- This post would be wayyy too long, and I'd rather not bore y'all with too many petty details.. I'll make it more fast paced and steamy next chapter. THAT'S RIGHT! EDIT: PART 2 IS HERE! AHHH YAY: PART 2 Thanks for reading guys! Leave a comment, follow or reblog, anything motivates me to keep trying ;o; STAY PINK!

[sweetfawnsposts]

Affectionate caring ken x reader

HELLO!!! I’m posting on this account since my other one is outdated and old. Fresh starts are always fun on the internet! Especially when you get banned (T⌓T)

Anyways enough about me! More about this silly fanfic one shot! This is a one shot of ken from the popular Barbie movie that released last year! Oh dear! I remember playing with Barbie’s a lot! I had a dream house and everything! This one shot contains lovey dovey things, kisses, cuddles! No nsfw i promise! Just read this and find out for yourself!

Enjoy this one shot!!

(your name is y/n l/n, you are a very sweet person! You’re like the other Barbies! Today, you weren’t feeling well.

You had a fever, a high fever, stereotypical Barbie called you for some fun at the pool. You couldn’t get up.)

(Barbie) Hello y/n! What’s up?

(y/n) mh.. not feeling very well..

(Barbie) oh no!! what’s the matter??

(y/n) My head hurts so badly.. I feel all warm and I’ve been sneezing and I have a sore throat..

(Barbie) oh no.. I hope you feel better y/n! Don’t forget to take lots of medicine! Me and the other Barbies won’t forget about you! I’ll talk to you later!

(y/n) thank you barbie, bye..

(You then heard a knock on the door, you went to open the door. It was ken, he seemed extremely sad.)

(Ken) Hey y/n!

(y/n) oh h-hey! What’re you doing here?

(You and ken went upstairs and he sat down on your bed. You laid down since your head was hurting.)

(Ken) are you feeling okay?

(Ken touched your cheek and your forehead)

(y/n) I feel awful…

(Ken) oh y/n…

(Ken has a big giant spot for you in his heart, since Barbie doesn’t like him, he’s always had a little crush on you. You just didn’t notice. You were like Barbie too. But you wouldn’t put down a sweet man like him.)

(Ken) I’ll be close to you y/n.. Don’t worry..

(y/n) Thanks ken.. do you want me to put the blanket on you too?

(Ken) yes y/n.. yes please~

(Ken wasn’t always good when it comes to flirting, but he had so much love to his voice. He was like a dog begging for its owners attention.)

(Ken) y/n..?

(y/n) y-yeah?..

(Your hearts were beating, ken was hugging you from behind. His heart was beating so fast.)

(Ken) You’re so warm..

(y/n) woah.. thanks ken.. I’m really enjoying this right now..

(Ken) I love you so much y/n.. you’re so pretty and I really wanna date you. Will you let me date you y/n?..

(y/n) I love you too ken…

(Ken) can we kiss now? Like in the movies?..

(Ken wasn’t experienced with kissing)

(y/n) I’m sick ken, I’ll give you a small one on the cheek. I’ll make it long.

(You kissed his cheek softly, when you pulled away softly. He was literally red, like he never experienced this before)

(Ken) thank you y/n.. i love you..

(y/n) Your welcome ken.. let’s get some rest.. goodnight~

(Ken) goodnight~

(Oh and then u guys both cuddle and nuzzle into each others warmth!)

Sorry if this sucks, I haven’t made fanfiction in a long time! Next one is gonna be a macaulay culkin fanfic! It’s also gonna be a one shot and I’ll make it a bit long! Bye for now

[b4b3tte]

Jealous Hearts

Gosling!KenXReader

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Ken gets jealous when you and Barbie start spending a lot of time together

Pairing — Gosling!Ken x Reader

Contains of — Jealousy,insecurities,doubting,confrontation and good ending

My note : IM JUST KEN ANYWHERE ELSE I’D BE TEN. sorry 💀 but anyway enjoy also this is very short im sorry but I wanted to put something out there and ALSO REQUEST MORE KEN STUFF PLEASE 💙

Ken walks into the large bright Barbie dream house, only to find you and Barbie laughing and talking. His heart stank when he saw you laugh at Barbie’s jokes, the way your eyes sparkled when looking at her, he felt jealousy,envy for the very first time

He never thought you would look at anyone else that way, he thought he was the only one who made you laugh like that,made you giggle and smile that bright and loud, it made him question your guys relationship and was it really like how he thought it was?

He tried to brush off his feelings, reminding himself that you are free to be friends with anyone you chose to be with. But as the days passed, Ken found himself struggling to hide his emotions. Every time he saw you and barbie together, it felt like a punch to his heart slowly feeling replaced day by day.

Sitting alone in the dimly lit room, Ken pondered over his feelings. He realized that his jealousy stemmed from his fear of losing you to someone else. He had always believed that he was the one who made you smile the most, and now he wondered if he was genuinely being replaced by barbie.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Ken decided to confront you. He found you in your bedroom, arranging your collection of accessories. Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to speak.

"Y/n, can we talk?" Ken's voice wavered slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

You turned around, your eyes filled with concern. "Of course, Ken. What's on your mind?"

The way you said his name made him all fuzzy inside, he always felt at peace, at warmth with you and he was realizing that the more you talk to Barbie, the more he is getting replaced which meant he wouldn’t be able to speak to you again, he wouldn’t be able to hear you talk to him and he didn’t want that

So deep in thought ken hesitated for a moment before pouring out his feelings. He admitted his jealousy and insecurity, explaining how it hurt to see you with barbie. He confessed that he feared being replaced in your heart. you listened attentively, your expression softening with each word. When Ken finished, there was a moment of silence before you spoke.

"Ken, I understand why you feel this way, but I want you to know that you're irreplaceable to me. You've always been there for me, and our connection is special. Barbie is a friend, and nothing more. You hold a special place in my heart, and that will never change."

Ken felt a weight lifted off his shoulders as he absorbed Your words. He realized that his fears had been unfounded, and he had let jealousy cloud his judgment. He apologized for doubting your bond and thanked you dearly for understanding.

From that day forward, Ken vowed to trust your guys relationship. He learned to appreciate the friendships you formed with others and understood that it didn't diminish what you guys shared. Together you guys continued to embark on adventures, your love and bond stronger than ever before.

BarbieLand became a place of love, laughter, and understanding, where jealousy was conquered by trust, and hearts grew even closer.

Thank you for reading!!! Likes,comments,reblogs mean the world and I appreciate all of them!! I hope you enjoyed and if you want to be tagged in my next ken post, please dm or comment!! Request box is open so don’t be shy or scared I’ll write it SFW or NSFW <3

[thehuggamugcafe]

Mine -Teaser-

Chapter Title: Cold Turkey.

Summary: “How quickly you forget.” 

The kiss of warmth on your cheek is nothing compared to his icy stare; the falling snow outside is a perfect companion to his white hair. 

“I’m yours.” 

His heterochromatic sight leers back at you; the grey iris of his right eye contrasts with the red and black of his left eye. His hand gently takes possession of yours, rolling a thumb over your knuckles. 

“And you’re mine.”

Words: 3,965.

Rating: M.

Pairing: Kaneki KenxReader.

Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul.

Warnings: yandere, mentions of murder, mentions of stalking.

The first time it happens, it involves a co-worker. Initially, you’re sad in the way that death comes for everyone, eventually. You were taken aback, but not quite shocked, when a local news station gave the citizens of Tokyo the big scoop of kagune secretion having been found at the crime scene. Sure, it was bound to happen sooner or later; to get the latest juicy details about a ghoul attack, all you have to do is watch the news, surf the internet, or read a newspaper.

You went through the motions at work, giving your condolences to his friends and putting on an act that, in your opinion, was worth a Golden Globe nomination. You remember bowing your head, indulging your boss’s request for a moment of silence out of respect for his memory. You remember how you clasped your hands together, a polite mockery of praying for him.

Oh, if only your co-workers and superiors knew that you were praying for him alright. You prayed that wherever he was, he was suffering a fate worse than being found in an alley, unrecognizable and torn to shreds like the low life he was.

In hindsight it didn’t affect you much in the long run, and your only regret is that whoever attacked him didn’t make him suffer a bit more before killing him. And if honesty still means something to you, because you will never cop to it around anyone, you’re secretly glad that you don’t have to put up with his off-colour jokes, his sexual comments about you and the other women he worked with, and his wandering eyes anymore.

The second time it happens, it’s that creepy guy who worked at the convenience store. If your feelings about your deceased co-worker are anything to go by, then you didn’t feel anything when you watched the news reporting his violent passing. You weren’t surprised to learn that the M.O was the same as the ghoul’s previous attack; the poor bastard was found in an alley, all but torn asunder, his remains left to be picked apart by scavengers.

You were—and still are in a sick, roundabout way—happy that he was gone. You were glad that you didn’t have to feel uncomfortable anymore. You were incredibly relieved that you didn’t have to worry about encountering him in the store anymore; you didn’t have to wonder if he’d corner you in one of the cramped aisles. You were disgusted whenever his beady little eyes gave you a once-over while you paid for your things; you were comforted by the fact that you didn’t have to feign politeness when, in actuality, you were disturbed by the gross smirk he gave you.

The third time it happens, it’s the barista who typically served you at a charming little café you frequented. You remember laughing off his obvious, but poor attempts of flirting with you. You remember how he slipped you his name and number on a napkin as he passed you the mocha you requested him to brew, something which surprised you as you sat at an empty table next to the window.

You remember not thinking twice about dabbing the corners of your lips with the napkin, besmirching the letters and numbers in blue ink. You remember not thinking twice about wiping off the cream topping from your mouth before crumpling up the napkin, tossing it into the trash bin along with the half-empty Styrofoam cup of mocha.

You didn’t give him a second thought after that day, exactly a week ago; out of sight, out of mind. Not until you saw his face on the news. Not until you saw his face staring back at you against the black and white backdrop of the morning paper. You remember ogling his picture over a hot drink and warm breakfast, steam wafting off of your plate and cup.

It’s a coincidence. It’s just a disturbing little coincidence; it has nothing to do with me.

That’s what you tried telling yourself, reiterating the mental mantra over and over until you lied to yourself so many times that you felt safe, consoled by such a sweet little fib that you actually believed it was true. A week went by in the blink of an eye, all without a death connected to you, be it by coincidence or circumstance.

That is, until you returned from the store yesterday, cradling bags of groceries in your arms. You remember staring at the out of order sign taped to the elevator door, sighing at your latest stroke of misfortune.

Thankfully, a silver lining came in the form of a neighbour downstairs. A young man around your age entered the lobby just in time to see you eyeing the elevator, with a crestfallen expression and a matching sigh leaving your lips.

To hear the offer of him assisting you with carrying your groceries to your apartment room on the second floor surprised you, and that was being polite about it. It was enough to look at him, shocked, as his lips curled to a warm and welcoming smile.

You hesitated in accepting his generous offer of giving you a helping hand, of course you did. You worried for this man; what if some terrible fate struck him down? But the thought was brushed off, dismissed with a shrug of your shoulders.

What’s the harm in him offering? It’s just the kindness of a neighbour, after all…

It’s only the following morning how laughably wrong you’re proven. The terrible coincidences have yielded nauseating fruit once again, brought to you by a breaking news report during a late breakfast. The sting of déjà vu isn’t lost on you as you stare at the flickering television, listening as the reporter’s voice drones on about a ghoul’s kagune secretion having been found at the scene of the crime. You don’t acknowledge the fact that your bowl of cereal is overflowing; you don’t hear the loose bits clattering to the kitchen table, pouring from the open cardboard box.

You’re too busy ogling the picture of the deceased victim as it pops up on the screen. The box falls to your kitchen floor with a dull thud and a shuffle of plastic, cereal spilling out of the plastic’s ripped top. You don’t care for the mess. You have to move. Everything is a blur as you run around your apartment like a bumbling fool, throwing on clothes after tossing your pyjamas on your bedroom floor.

You’re functioning on autopilot, heading for the first place that pops in your mind.

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, if a ghoul is targeting you, shouldn’t you go to the CCG about it?”

“I am being stalked, harassed, and you won’t even help me?”

It’s obvious by the look they give each other that they don’t believe your story. Or they think that you’re just paranoid. One of them sighs and runs a hand through his hair, leaving his partner to deal with you; the remaining cop looks back at you with a twinge of sympathy in his eyes, frowning all the while.

“Perhaps you should move. Do you have friends or family you can stay with in the meantime?”

Your only response to his advice is to huff and get up, leaving the interview room as you spin sharply on your heels, practically power walking out of the police station. The doors open and close with a shudder, exposing you to the icy air. You take a moment to inhale a kiss of winter’s breath into your lungs; it’s cold and sharp like a knife’s edge, but it’s sorely welcomed. You’ll take anything you can get, if it’ll help clear your frazzled brain.

That’s the help you get after being questioned for a few hours? Go to a friend’s or stay with a relative? Move? As if it was that simple!

And even if it is the only safe place for you, bunking with a friend or crashing at a family member’s house is the absolute last thing you’ll do. You have no guarantees that he won’t follow you no matter where you go, and you don’t feel okay with potentially putting your loved ones at risk. Simply because you wanted a dose of false security, fooling yourself into thinking you were safe from him.

Forgoing your ravaged mentality, you begin the journey home to the only shaded sanctuary you have: your puny apartment. You’re wound up as you wait at the subway station, waiting for the train to pull up as you text work, telling your boss you won’t be able to come in tomorrow. Your excuse is illness, but you can’t say, “It’s because I have an ex who’s stalking me.”

You eye the get well soon message that pops up, sliding your phone back into your coat pocket. You breathe a sigh as you board the train, squeezing your way past countless others. You seek shelter in the first corner you can tuck yourself into, but even then you’re on high alert, wary as you glance around, eyeing every person who has their hood up or you see a flash of white.

It’s only been a handful of hours since the recent murder victim, but you’re fucking positive that he hasn’t given up on winning you back somehow. Worse, you’re not sure what you’re more afraid of: the fact that he’s done such horrendous things, or that there’s a part of you that wants to see Kaneki again.

By some grace of mercy, you make it home without anything unusual happening. Compared to the events that have occurred over the past seven days, the walk to your apartment building is uneventful. But even knowing that you’re alone doesn’t stop you from looking around and glancing over your shoulder, and it doesn’t stop a chill from tracing the curve of your spine. Are you being watched? Is someone following you? You would know if he’s shadowing you, right?

Right?

When you step inside, the lobby of the apartment building is as you expect it to look at such a late hour: empty and foreboding. The light directly above you casts a play of luminescence and shadow across the ceiling, along the walls; sharp clicks echo as you cross the lobby floor, making a beeline for the staircase. The steel banister is cool to the touch when you grip it, and the steps creak and groan as you ascend them, but you ignore it. When you reach the second floor, your gaze is kept forward. The chill that you felt earlier returns to haunt you, though you internally blame it on a draft passing by you; the unsettling feeling makes you grip the collar of your coat, tugging it closer to your neck as you walk to your apartment.

A flash of white by your apartment door makes you stiffen. A gelid sensation crawls over you, leaving a brisk feeling to prick at the curve of your spine. It’s as though someone is dragging a knife across your skin, despite the clothing that you wear. You dismiss the inclination to flee as you steady yourself, opening your eyes (you hadn’t realized that you closed them) and zeroing your attention back on your door.

The bland thing is still there, but you actually look this time.

It’s not white hair; something is taped to your apartment door, directly below the peephole. You can’t help but wonder if this is someone’s poor idea of a practical joke; is this one of your neighbours’ attempt at humour? You wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. You sigh, shaking your head as you breathe out a slow puff of air, ignoring how high-strung it sounds as it leaves your lips. The closer you get to your front door, the more rigid you feel; tension has gripped you in its fierce, powerful claws and refuses to yield its hold on you, on your beating heart as it races in your breast.

You raise a hand, fingers gripping the edge of the object. You take a moment to note of its peculiar shape. There are words written on the front. You blink, forehead wrinkling as you purse your lips, bewildered.

“Open me”? What is this? This joke is too tasteless to be his…

But it’s his handwriting, there’s no mistaking it; you recognize Kaneki’s penmanship.

The paper wrapping crinkles sharply as it’s unwrapped, revealing the square-shaped DVD case inside. Your mind begins to race. What’s on this DVD? Did he film one of the homicides? Is this the evidence you’ve been praying for? And then what comes to your mind is the worst possibility yet: Even if it is, are you going to do your due diligence and hand it over to the proper authorities?

Are you going to willingly, knowingly, sign away your freedom and maybe even your life on the dotted line, and pinning it all on the hope that he’ll get his comeuppance?

In the eyes of the CCG, the Commission of Counter Ghoul, a human who shelters a ghoul from being arrested is, in the end, just as guilty as the ghoul in question.

You don’t realize you’ve been biting on your lower lip all the time you’ve stood outside your apartment door, hugging the DVD case, and the crumpled gift wrapping it came in, to your chest as your eyes erratically bounce around the narrow corridor that’s lit only by the dim lights overhead. Not until the taste of copper registers to you, tickling your tongue with the obscene but warm tingle of your blood.

You shake your head, discarding the doubt and worries that try to creep up on you. Of course you’ll hand it over to the CCG; of course you’ll do what’s right in the end.

After I watch it to see if it’s evidence of a crime, and not something I’d rather anyone didn’t see…

“Of course I will.”

If only you believed yourself… If only you placed any actual faith in what you mutter to yourself as you unlock your apartment with the little key dangling off the small key ring, jingling merrily as the click is the sure-fire sign that yes, your apartment room is unlocked.

You aren’t sure how to feel when you step inside and shutting the door behind you. The steel lock feels cold as you pinch it between your index finger and thumb, twisting it; the sharp click that follows seems to echo in the dark entrance you stand in, and you manage to suppress a shudder.

Your bleak and homey hovel is the same as you left it this morning, but it looks less warm, less inviting in the evening. Shadows bathe your cramped apartment in a bleak show of obscurity; the abysmal veil is only broken by the dim brilliance of the moonlight glaring in through the kitchen window.

Your steps are quick and sure as you make a beeline for your bedroom, pausing only to flip on the light for the short corridor just outside your umbrous haven, and kicking off your shoes before you enter your room. You toss your keys and purse on to the chair that’s pushed up against your dresser, setting the DVD case on the end table next to your bed and tossing the crumbled paper wrapping into the rubbish bin.

You stop, standing in the middle of your room and looking down at what you’re holding. The plastic case dimly shines when the moon’s insentient light hits it at the right angle, making the DVD inside reflect the moonlight. You’re curious what’s on it, sure, but not nearly enough to tackle it. Not yet.

“Shower first, riddle this out later.”

You set the DVD case on the little table directly in front of your TV, pivoting on your heels as you walk to the bathroom. You disrobe as you move, pulling off your socks and your jeans, tossing them to the ground. You raise your hands, pushing your panties down until they slip around your ankles. You step out of them, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your back and head, tussling your hair in the process.

You walk forward, prying open the shower door and stepping inside, sliding the door closed behind you as you do. You stopper the drain, straightening your posture as you fiddle with the shower mechanism. The pipes creak and groan until, finally, a spray of lukewarm water hits you in the face. You purse your lips, toying with the temperature until it’s just right, warm but not scorching hot.

You breathe a sigh as you tilt your head back, letting the warm water spray across your face and hit your body. Soon, a veil of steam is wrapped around your nude self; it feels almost like a security blanket. Though it doesn’t offer you any true peace that you want, the tranquility that you need, you can’t help but appreciate it nonetheless. Even if it’s a false sense of amity, it’ll do. You breathe a huff, shaking your head. Why are you thinking about such things now? It accomplishes nothing except stressing you out. Your mind wanders aimlessly as you begin to scrub yourself, the scent of lavender soap filling your lungs as you breathe in, lathering your bare flesh as you rinse what feels like a week’s worth of dirt and sweat off of you.

Soulmate.

Most people romanticize the concept and a few years ago, you would’ve seen the appeal.

It once left a pleasant taste on your tongue, kissing you so sweetly whenever you mouthed the word or whispered it on the wind, like you were speaking to a secret lover. And when you learned that your parents were soulmates, happily married and in love, you felt even more certain that there was something special about the possibility of having one.

The only thing a soulmate amounts to is whimsical bullshit to you in the present.

As a kid it had been like a fairy tale, but when your parents announced their divorce despite being soulmates, after watching your mother all but lose her mind and dissolve into a puddle of tears and heartbreak, the magic dissipated. Something told you that you were cursed, that having a soulmate just wouldn’t work for you.

It hadn’t been just your mother who had been distraught, reduced to a hollow shadow of her former self because of having a soulmate. Your grandmother committed suicide when her husband left her for a younger woman, a woman half his age on their anniversary as soulmates. Your aunt killed a man for refusing to believe that they were soulmates. One of your good friends since junior high stopped talking to you after his soulmate grew more jealous and controlling; you haven’t heard from him since your high school graduation ceremony.

You dreaded the day you met your other half, the one who would supposedly complete you. You hoped you wouldn’t; you’d heard one tale too many of people going their whole lives without having come across their soulmate.

Sadly, that didn’t happen. You weren’t meant to be one of the fortuitous people.

You breathe a sigh, suddenly feeling very tired as you lean back and welcoming the spray of warm water that hits your face. You think back to the DVD from earlier. What on earth is Kaneki playing at here? What’s his goal in giving you actual evidence of his wrongdoings? That is, if that is what’s on the DVD.

It can’t be anything good; get your answers first, question his intentions later.

You shake your head, running your soapy hands through your hair, lathering it thoroughly with shampoo. You rinse it out after a few minutes, feeling the way it drips down your scalp, your neck, your shoulders, your back and raining down into the ankle-deep water that sloshes about as you move. You raise a hand, switching off the shower tap and stooping down, yanking out the stopper. The gurgling noise that follows as the water swirls as it’s sucked down in the drain is ignored. You pull the shower door open, reaching out for a fluffy towel before your hand ducks behind the door left ajar, drying yourself off before you wrap it around yourself.

You throw open the shower door, stepping onto the bare tile floor. A hand goes for another, smaller towel still hanging from the rack, pulling it away. Water droplets trail down your skin, your flesh is kissed with a soft brush of rose here and there, but most importantly you feel clean, you feel refreshed. You haven’t felt this recharged after a shower in a while. You move to collect your dirty clothes tucked in the corner by the door. You gather them up, holding them to your bosom and almost step out of the bathroom, stopping only because the bathroom mirror catches your attention.

You raise a hand, wiping off the condensation that fogs up the bathroom mirror. You peer back into the blank visage that’s reflected back at you. There’s a pallor tint to your face, there are bags under your eyes, and you look like you haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in some time. You exhale a sigh, pivoting on your bare heels and exit the bathroom, leaving the light on. A trail of wet footprints mark a path to your bedroom, tossing the dirty clothes in the laundry basket just outside your closet as your hands go up to your head, wrapping your hair in the small towel.

The bare wood gives way to the carpet covering your bedroom floor, fingers loosening the corner and letting the towel slip down to pool at your ankles. You cross over to your dresser, yanking out a drawer. You select your favourite nightwear, along with panties and socks. You get dressed quickly, your mind racing as your eyes continuously drift towards the DVD case innocently lying on the coffee table in front of your TV stand. You have to see what’s on it, you have to. Even if it may not turn out to be a good idea to have skipped dinner tonight, you’ll gladly forsake a meal if it means you don’t upchuck it all over the floor.

You pry open the square-shaped case, removing the circular disk inside. In your free hand, you hold the remote control, pressing the button to open your DVD player. There’s an electronic whir as it slides open and you set the DVD inside, pressing a button and watching it as it draws back, closing shut as you step back to get settled on your bed. Your hand is shaking as you raise the remote control, pointing it at the TV; a trembling finger presses down on the play button. The screen blinks on and you wait with bated breath, feeling like you’re sitting on the edge of your bed as you lean forward.

Suddenly your quaint, small apartment bedroom is full of noise. Shocked, you raise your free hand, cupping it to your mouth as the flickering screen is, aside from the dim moonlight and the orange glow of the streetlights glaring in through your bedside window, the only source of light in your room. You stay where you are, mortified and intrigued, as you stare at the illuminated television screen. It’s like you’re caught in a trance, leering at something that’s wonderful and terrible in equal measure. You want to look away, but you can’t.

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Rivals to Lovers - Ken X Reader [PT 2]

Hey loves! This is part 2 of 'Rivals to Lovers', so check out Part 1 if you haven't already! || Part 1 💗

tw: kissing, mild angst, steamyy scenes and mentions of alcohol

1.8k Words, enjoy! ~~~

As tears streamed down your cheeks, you felt a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and confusion. You couldn't believe what you were witnessing. Kenneth.. was kissing the Stereotypical Barbie. It felt like a punch to your heart, and you struggled to process the rush of emotions overwhelming you.

Ken, who had dragged you to the party, watched your reaction closely, his eyes no longer filled with rage but rather concern. He seemed to have a change of heart, realizing how much pain his actions had caused you.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ken asked softly, his voice void of the aggression you had witnessed before. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I thought you were with him."

You tried to compose yourself, wiping away tears and took a deep breath before responding. "We're just friends, not a couple. But I didn't expect to see that... we used to talk and flirt quite a lot, but I guess I got the wrong impression..," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ken seemed to struggle with his emotions, and you saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry for pushing you earlier and causing a scene. I was just... upset," his voice quivered, his guard lowering.

As you two talked, you realized that Ken wasn't the aggressive jerk you initially thought him to be. He had his own vulnerabilities and struggles, just like everyone else. You began to see a different side to him, someone who was hurt and lost, trying to find his place in Barbieland.

You looked at him with a look of understanding. He paused for a moment before meeting your gaze. "Now... would you like to get a drink with me?" he asked in a low voice. "Yeah, I could really use one right now.." You both get up, he puts on his jacket while you put on a beige coat with pink accents, and walk towards a nearby club.

It was mostly empty since almost everyone was at Kenneth's party. It was YOUR welcome party... but you weren't there. You pondered on that thought while Ken ordered a Scotch on the rocks for the both of you. You look for seats and decide to sit in the booth seats in the corner of the club, which was right up against the wall. You take a sit in the inner seat while Ken sits opposite to you.

As you wait for the drinks, there is a weird air of awkwardness between the two of you. You open your mouth, deciding to break the silence but as you look up to say something, you see that he was going to do the same. That made you giggle, and a small smile crept up on his lips.

Feeling a mix of emotions, you decided to give him a chance to explain his feelings further. Collecting your thoughts, you finally ask him, "Why were you so upset? What's going on with you and Barbie..and Kenneth?" You asked, genuinely curious. Ken sighed, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Barbie and I... we used to be really close, just like you and Kenneth. But then things changed, and she started spending more time with him. It felt like I was being replaced, and it hurt" he confessed, his voice choking up.

You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry you had to go through that", You said softly, leaning closer, across the table.

"It's just that every time I tried to express my feelings for her, she seemed to ignore me or dismiss it like it was nothing," Ken continued, frustration evident in his voice. "I felt like I was walking on eggshells around her, trying not to upset her and losing myself in the process."

Your heart ached for Ken, understanding the pain of unrequited love. "It must have been really tough for you, keeping your feelings hidden like that," you said sympathetically.

"It was," he admitted. "I cared about her so much, and it seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn't get her attention. It was like I didn't matter to her as much as she did to me. She seemed happier with Kenneth, but I couldn't wrap my head around that. He is better than me in every possible way you could imagine.. Barbie... she deserves a lot better. She's everything, and well.. I'm just Ken."

You gently squeezed his hand, letting him know you were there for him. The sudden physical contact startled Ken, but he got used to it real quick. You decide to change the topic and elaborate on your move here, your likes and dislikes and found out that you had a lot in common with the cute beach boy. You both loved horses and the beach, watching the stars at night, and staying up late to watch cute animal videos on DollTube. You laugh and chuckle together, and when the drinks come, it all goes uphill from there.

You discuss movies, your favourite racecars and everything under the sun. Ken makes a lot of silly jokes, and you laugh merrily, your cheeks rosy and your eyes filled with happiness. While you're giggling at one of his corny jokes, the lights go off and on, flickering. Ken rubs his tired eyes, and when they focus again, all he sees is... you. His mouth slowly gapes open. You were not cute, you weren't pretty.. you were truly beautiful. Every little detail on you- Your dimples, your cheeky smile, your slender nose and your gleaming skin.. all under the lights made you look out of this world.

He realizes the fact that he hasn't felt like this since Barbie. He realizes the fact that... He loves you.

You notice Ken blanking out, and you drunkenly lean over the table to get his attention, but you lean a bit too much and fall towards Ken. With his quick reflexes, he catches your before you hit your face on the table. He effortlessly lifts you above the table, and seat your next to him.

You enjoyed being in his arms.. His toned, muscular arms. As you recover from the sudden movement, he takes your petite, soft hands in his long, slender ones, and looks you in the eyes. You swallow the lump in your throat, and he whispers in a husky voice, "damn y/n. you have such pretty e/c eyes.. I'd kiss you right now if you didn't hate me so much,"

On hearing this, you felt a tingle down your spine. It was so quick... it must be the alcohol talking right? Maintaining eye contact, you take a deep breath, and Ken gets to register what he actually said. Before he could open his mouth to say something, you crash your lips onto his. He freezes seeing the sudden action,but he warms up to you. He places his hands on your waist, while you let it run through his blonde hair.

It felt surreal- just a few minutes ago, you were crying about the man you thought you loved for as long as you could remember, but Ken... he had something else to him, and that something drove you insane and made you long for more.

As the seconds go by, the kiss keeps deepening. His tongue creeps up in your mouth and swirl around, making you feel giddy. You feel your stomach growing warmer and warmer, and you inch closer to him, as he does to you, but you're running out of breath. As you pull away suddenly, a thin trail of saliva connects your lower lip with his. He follows the thread and nibbles on your pink, puffy lip.. and you let out a small gasp. He takes it as a sign and goes in again

Oh, how he enjoyed it all- the warmth of your lips, your cute gasps and moans, your serene, sparkling eyes, and your adorable, face. He pushes you against the wall, checking for your consent again, and you nod slightly, and he leans into you, and you make out again. The butterflies in your stomach keeps you on your toes, and in a swift move, you push him against the chair, getting on his lap. He lets out a small grunt. You chuckle and smirk, before kissing him again. Although this time, it was slow and gentle. You both were taking in every aspect each other, reflecting on your time together. It was as if the world stopped moving, and it was just you two. Together.

He slowly lets go of your head, and you let out a long sigh. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, and he hugs you, holding you tight. You take in his sweet scent, and he plays with your luscious (h/c) hair, twirling it around his finger and humming a sweet melody.

He's the one to break the silence this time. "So.. I know this seems on a whim, but you're perfect, y/n. I mean it, everything about you. You are the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful doll person I've ever met.. It has not even been one day, but I feel this strong connection to you. You've made me happy, angry and flustered, all in a few moments, and now I want to see what and all we can feel, together.." he pauses for a second, and continues, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that.. I love you y/n... I love you so very very much and I'd be so happy to call you mine, but it's okay if you don't-"

You slowly lift your head from his shoulder, rubbing your eyes and letting out a small yawn. Cute, thought Ken. "It's okay if I don't what? you reply sleepily, in a small raspy voice. It then hits Ken.. you were asleep. He's flustered now, turning about 15 shades of red. "N-nothing- I was gonna say it's okay if, uh, you don't want to- have dinner with me..?", he hurriedly makes up something on the spot, feeling a little stupid.

You look him dead in the eyes, blank and expressionless.. Ken awkwardly smiles, his palms slowly shaking, and you burst out laughing. "Yes Ken! I'd love to be yours!" you exclaim happily, putting your arms around his neck, kissing him before pulling him into a close embrace. He lets out a sigh of relief, and holds you so tight, close to his chest. You were his responsibility, his light and his life from now.

As the bar starts to close, you walk out with Ken, hand in hand. You walk on a bustling road, filled with Barbies returning from the party, all looking at you and Ken. You stop walking, and that confuses him. You stand on your tippy toes, arms on his shoulders. You look straight into his eyes, move closer and then whisper..

"I love you too."

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a/n: OMG GUYS, THANKS A LOT FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE PREVIOUS PART~! Y'all are truly amazing, your motivation has kept me going! I really hope you liked this conclusion, I tried my very best in making this fun to read! Thanks for your patience and support, loves! Likes, Reblogs and Feedback is appreciatedd 💗 Stay Pink y'all~

tags: @hope4rain19 @meowkid

[astralnino]

Mine. [ Ken x Yandere Reader ]

tw: possesive reader, abnormal-ish behaviour, kissing

a/n: so, I tried not to make y/n too intense, but maybe i will in another version of this fanfic? let me know in the comments if you'd like to see that! -> very very rusty but bored, so here goes.. <3

You always knew that you didn't belong with Allan and that you had feelings for a special someone else.. Beach Ken. According to you, he was the ideal doll - he was flawless, handsome, perfect in every way - except he belonged to Stereotypical Barbie. The way he would loiter around, trying to get attention from her while she clearly acted busy to ignore him, the way she made him follow her around and do her bidding, made your blood boil. Seeing Ken act like this when you'd treat him like a prince, your master, your god.. you were having internal meltdowns all the time.

But whenever he would catch you looking at him, he would smile and wave. Every single time he did that, you would be shaking and smile goofily while waving back happily. Although that moment lasted just for a few seconds, it made such an impact on you, deciding how the rest of your days go.

You'd hang out with Allan all the time, and he'd always try to make you comfortable and show you a lot of love, but you wanted Ken. Every time he caressed your cheeks or played with your hair, twiddling it around, you imagined it was Ken instead.. and you loved every second of it.

You hadn't seen Beach Ken in a while for some odd reason. You looked around the beach and near Stereotypical Barbie's Dreamhouse, he was nowhere to be seen. You were upset, but regardless, it was time for Barbie's party. He was sure to attend it, so you pick out a long, beautiful purple floral dress and get all dolled up to impress him. After applying the final touches to your outfit, you glance at your mirror. You look beautiful.. you smile softly.

You head downstairs, slowly getting ready to make your way to the party. Allan is waiting for you outside, in a matching Lilac Tux. Oh, Ken would look amazing in this.. You shake it off, take Allan's hand and walk over to the disco that is Barbie's Mansion. As you enter through the doorway, the spotlight falls on you. Everyone is in awe of your dress, and they all come up to you and compliment your sense of style, making your cheeks flush. All this while, your eyes dart to all the corners of the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of Ken. Once you spot him in the corner of the room, your eyes widen.

He looks amazing, handsome... and sexy- but he was scowling. And you turn your attention to where his eyes were. Barbie and Pompadour Ken. (yes, that's what Simu's Ken is called)

You figure out what's happening. He is jealous of Barbie and the other Ken.. so maybe this is your chance to win Ken over? The gears start to turn. you feel a weird emotion taking over you. Love? It must be Love, right? You decide that it is love... nothing else. Raw, deep, and uncontrollable love. Now you realize that it's time for you to have your first conversation with Ken. Your Ken.

You gracefully lift your dress, excuse yourself from the crowd and walk towards Ken, each step quicker than the last. Finally, you're standing in front of him. Closer than you've ever stood before. You clear your throat to get his attention, and he looks at you. You smile sweetly and say a quiet hi. Ken looks pretty awestruck, and you begin to feel giddy. He looks at you from head to toe, mouth slightly agape. The butterflies in your stomach are threatening to make you squeal in joy - you finally have his fixated attention! After a few moments of silence, he comments in a hushed voice, "You look wonderful, y/n."

He- He knows your name.. You can't contain yourself anymore. You pull him to the side of the room, away from the dance floor and noise. He looks confused. "What's going on?" He asks with a small smile and partially raised eyebrow. "Ken.. I've been meaning to tell this to you for a long time. Barbie, she doesn't love you. She doesn't want whatever you would like to have with her, a-and I don't like seeing you get hurt. She's a mean doll and she's behind the other Ken. you deserve better.. you can have me. I'll take care of you so well, you'll never have to sleep outside ever again, and you won't have to beg for attention from HER.. I love you Ken, I really, REALLY do. W-what do you say?" you're tearing up at this point, the emotions speaking freely, not controlled by your mind.

Ken looks too stunned to speak. Before he opens his mouth to reply, you step forward and kiss him gently. He stops, and you feel panic. In a moment, he slowly reciprocates, and you pace up the intensity, pushing your tongue inside his mouth. He gasps, but gets used to it. He grabs your waist and places you on his lap and you stroke his hair. It was finally happening. You leave out small but audible moans, and that makes Ken feel.. good. After a while, you break away. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, sniffling a little. He wraps his slender, strong arms around you, and you finally feel complete.

Allan is watching all this unfold, and he does nothing but leave a small sigh. He places his drink down and walks out, towards the beach, but stumbles into a very pregnant Midge. That goes places.

Before the party ends, you excitedly out the door with Ken and head to your dream house. You change into your jammies and get into bed. He stands there, unsure of what to do, but admiring you. "What're you doing silly? Get in here!". "OH, okay-" He slowly takes off his white shirt and pants and gets into bed with you. You move closer to him, and he cuddles you. You feel warm and loved, and so does he. He smiles at you and mumbles a soft goodnight, and his eyes close. You look up at him, a single tear trickling down your cheek. "goodnight, my doll."

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a/n: AH WHAT'D I JUST WRITE- THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.. kinda unrealistic but i think it's sweet ;v; should I write an alternate 'Bad Ending' for this? Comment down below. Thanks for reading loves <3

stay pink!

[astralnino]

masquerade magic (a ken x reader fanfic)

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2 months, 19 days, 4 hours.

This was for how long Barbie was missing. initially, everyone gave their all in trying to find a stereotypical Barbie, but eventually, they stopped caring. All the Kens, barbies, Allan, and Midge had given up. They held a memorial for her after countless search parties, troops and squads had been sent out. They all gave up hope. all, but Ken.

Ken tirelessly looked for her, even after the others stopped. He went to their favorite place by the sea, her house, the courthouse, and all the shops she visited.. But to no luck. He resorted to punishing himself by not eating, sleeping, or going to the beach for leisure. his life was miserable, and he was waiting for his sweet Barbie to come along and make everything okay. But after 2 months, 19 days, and 4 hours, his resolve slowly crumbled under peer pressure. Everyone told him to forget her and find someone new, and pointed out the severe tolls it was taking on him. He was the husk of a person he once was. he started questioning everything he had done so far, and then, in the spur of the moment, gave it all up. He developed habits to forget the thought of his sweetheart. He drank, started boxing and quit his job. He made money by serving drinks in the 'Pretty in Pink Club', located at the end of 7th Ave. He stopped smiling and joking around, dyed his hair black, and decided he was done with everything- love, friends, and happiness.. but fate had something else planned.

You slowly got out of bed, rubbing your sore (e/c) eyes. You stumble into your slippers and down the stairs. Brushing your teeth, you glance at your phone, opening the health tracker app. No heartbeat, normal hydration levels, and no blood sugar, perfect, but your sleep.. You barely slept for 3 hours last night. You roll your eyes and turn it off. You were going through a break-up.. Well it happened 3 weeks ago, but you were slowly trying to re-adapt and live life normally once again. Allan was a lovely chapter in your life, but when all's said and done, you weren't right for each other... or so he said. When you caught him cheating on you with Midge, you were heartbroken, but you felt that it was to be expected. They were one of a kind, made-for-each other even.

You look at your calendar, expecting nothing to be there, but you notice a reminder for a masquerade party- shit. It was organized by Allan, who begged you to come, and you're considering it now- even after you parted ways. You were tired of hiding and slowly missing out on parties and socialization, so after some contemplation and a few more minutes of brushing, you decide to go.

A few hours before the party, you pick out a Black Satin Dress with ruffles and fishnet stockings with matching gloves, you weren't feeling very pink at all. You go to the antique store and grab a beautiful retro black and white eye mask. You pay for it and go home, and work on your makeup and you get ready.

On the other side of town, Ken hears from Allan that there's a masquerade party happening where he works. He talks to Allan about the preparations, and Allan, knowing what Ken was going through, gives him a day off and invites him to the party. Ken didn't want to go, but he reluctantly accepts after being cajoled by Allen and the homeboys. He goes home, stumbles through piles of papers and used clothes, and opens his closet. He looks through all his clothes and finds an elusive Grey Suit with a Black bow tie hiding in the corner of brightly colored chaos. It will do, he thought, as he went to shower and get ready for another disappointing night, or so he thought.

2 hours later, you arrive at the ball, fashionable AND fashionably late. You stand out like a black rose in a field of lavender flowers, and that made you feel weird and out of place. You sigh.

Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself of the promise you made to reclaim your life, regardless of the oddity you may feel in this sea of masks and extravagant dresses. Straightening your posture, you embrace the elegance of your outfit and enter the grand hall.

As you wander through the crowd, the sound of laughter and music fills the air, but your heart still feels heavy. Amidst the festive atmosphere, you can't help but wonder if you'll ever find someone who truly understands and appreciates you.

Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally bump into a tall, dark-haired man wearing a grey suit. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. It's Ken, looking just as out of place as you feel.

"I'm so sorry," you stammer, feeling the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"No worries. I should have been more careful," Ken replies with a faint smile, his eyes betraying a hint of sadness.

You find yourself captivated by his sincerity and warmth, making you forget the unease you felt earlier. Your conversation flows naturally, as if you've known each other for ages.

Amidst the masquerade's enchanting atmosphere, Ken opens up about his search for someone he lost, and you can't help but empathize with his pain.

"I understand what it's like to miss someone deeply," you whisper, touched by his vulnerability.

In that moment, the world around you fades, leaving only the two of you, connected by shared experiences of heartbreak and resilience.

As the night progresses, the bond between you and Ken grows stronger, feeling like a comforting embrace that chases away the shadows of the past.

The music slows down, and Ken offers his hand, inviting you to dance. Without hesitation, you accept, feeling a sense of tranquility in his presence.

In the embrace of the dance, the worries of the world seem distant, and for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to feel alive.

As the night draws to a close, Ken leans in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. Time seems to stand still, and in that moment, you both realize that fate has woven your paths together for a reason.

With a gentle smile, he removes his mask, revealing the vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm glad I found you tonight," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the soft music.

In that moment, you know that you've found a kindred spirit, someone who understands the pain you've endured and the hope you still hold.

As you step outside into the cool night air, Ken takes your hand, and together, you walk towards the horizon, where new beginnings await— two souls no longer lost but found in each other's company.