himbotiem - Tumblr blog

himbotiem · 8 months

Text

He's Just Ken

Summary: You're just Barbie, perfect on the outside, dead on the inside. He's just Ken, neither perfect on the outside nor on the inside.

Author's note: I condone neither patriarchy nor matriarchy. But I do love exploring different forms of mental exhaustion and extreme emotional dependency.

Warnings: Mental abuse, dark mental headspace, mentions of suicide and self-harm (only if you read between the lines), yandere behavior, yandere Ken,

Not every Barbie has a Ken. Not one for herself anyway. Every Barbie knows a Ken, but that Ken most likely belongs to her friend, or her neighbor, or one of the other Barbies. Not every Barbie has a Ken, but every Barbie knows a Ken. You know one too, one with sandy hair and ocean eyes. And a look that longs for something more. You know a Ken who keeps his heart from breaking by crossing his fingers and praying to the Malibu sun. You know a Ken who's only happy if a certain Barbie looks his way. Or rather you knew. This was before the world fell apart. This was before he destroyed it.

Ken returned without Barbie and the universe began to crack. It's fine you thought. It's fine you hoped. Ken -That Ken, the one who waited on the beach for hours on end until his Barbie walked by- returned from the real world preaching sermons on how the Kens were better, superior, the rightful rulers of Barbieland. How they didn't need the Barbies, how they no longer needed to settle for being treated as anything less than perfect. How they needn't be number two any longer. Ken returned without Barbie and the universe wept.

You've always known the real world was a messed up place. It had become evident when the thoughts started to creep in. That was years ago-albeit you'll admit you have no idea if Barbie years and human years aligned- years since you started to feel like a constant failure. Years since that harrowing voice began screeching endless dreadful thoughts into your cranium. Notions that festered your mind and heart, tiny maggots that chewed away at your soul. There was always something wrong and it was somehow always your fault. Then came the pain. Horizontal pangs that shot across your arm. Always in the same spot, always in a cluster of three. Barbies don't feel pain as intensely as humans, at least they're not supposed to.

You worried for your human back then. You truly did. But you were always too scared to leave Barbieland. Never brave enough to go find her. She's fine you hope...you doubt it though.

You also refused to go see Weird Barbie. Too scared of being labeled as anything less than perfect. So long as these thoughts merely remained inside you and no outward defects began to show, you would be fine. You could just pretend like everything was as perfect as it always had been.

Ken came back from the real world unscratched. Yet his words hit a chord within every other Ken. They began to take over. The Barbies were reduced to accessories. Pretty little things that clung to their lovers. Dressed in short skirts and maid outfits. Turned into what they weren't.

Ken destroyed what once was perfect. Yet all you could think as you watch the pillars of your homeland cripple and your friends descend into madness. Was how utterly beautiful he was.

The world turned upside down.

Barbieland fell.

Kendome rose.

And yet as everything the Barbies had worked all so hard to build came crumbling down. As your friends and neighbors began to lose themselves and submit to a tyrannical patriarchy. You found yourself utterly unaltered. Your world had been destroyed long ago. This was just another calamity that you would fake your way through. It would be easy, a lifetime of practice finally paying off. Stay quiet, stay in the shadows, no one would notice.

No one was supposed to notice...

Ken found you on the beach one night. A day or two after the hostile Ken takeover. He walked up behind you out of breath as if he'd been running.

The bonfire crackles, a warning, and a love song. Until now you'd only ever existed in his sideview. An afterthought as he impaled his heart and called it love. You had burned yourself in his rays and called it love. You're convinced neither of you knows what love truly is. The moon's rays dance as you two sit side by side. In the distance, you see Blue Mermaid Barbie and Mermaid Ken share a tender kiss. An unparalleled sight.

Ken sits next to you. Eyes following your every move. Scanning every dip and curve of your plastic corpse. He's just Ken you remind yourself with an uneasy breath. He's just Ken, nothing to fear. Although you're not entirely sure if those old ideologies shine through. He's Ken but somehow he's become unstable at worst, flammable at best. Something radioactive ticks inside of him waiting to detonate. Waiting to make the world feel a trace of his pain.

Ken's fingers intertwine with yours as waves of helplessness crash across your body. You were created to be ethereal yet all you see is perfection molded in the shape of Ken's face. He leans in, carelessly placing his chin in the subspace of your neck as he whispers. "I see the way you look at me" his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. You flinch, in time with the breaking of the waves. "I know you want me" Reality blurs when Ken touches you. He pulls you between his legs as his lips kiss the back of your neck. His fingers run up and down your arm as if he's trying to memorize your shape, your soul, you. It's romantic you think but all you feel is puka shell shards stabbing your flesh. You know he's dreamed of this intimacy with the other Barbie.

you wonder if in his eyes you are merely a ghost. One he resurrected with desperate love and a broken heart. You wonder if he sees her, feels her, wants her. Yet he'll settle for you. The next best thing. The other stereotypical Barbie. Somewhere along the line, your own voice sounds, foreign to you. He's talking, his voice is smooth like silk. Fragile like window glass after a bombing. He asks you something, something you've dreamed of for all so long. He asks you to be his bride wife. You agree despite how degrading it sounds.

What once was a pink haven of fun and joy has now been turned into a mess of horses and black sunglasses. Barbie's dreamhouse is now Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House. You feel like an intruder, like a traitor. You feel loved, wanted, needed. Someone once told you that truths can co-exist. It's all you can think to save yourself from going mad.

There's an unspoken easiness that comes with being with Ken. The way he's always around. His hands never leave you, tracing stars on your arms, running through your hair. He wants his presence to be felt.

"I like this" you confess one night as you rest your head on his arm. "I've always felt...less than perfect. Like I couldn't be good at anything like the other Barbies." Ken laughs and it feels like the stars have cladded you in their warmth. He pinches your nose with a soft smile. "I know the feeling," he mutters and you feel your heart crack. "But you don't have to worry about that. I'm here and so long as you're with me. We're both going to be perfect." You snuggle into his chest as you close your eyes. "Ken and Barbie" you sing, a mantra, a prayer. One for a better future. One for a happy life.

You have a dream house. Had one at least. You sometimes wonder which Ken lives there now. You wonder if his Barbie feels your presence radiating off the walls and the floor and the heart-shaped night lamp you once treasured. You certainly feel Stereotypical Barbie's presence echoing from every corner. You see her ghost whenever Ken pulls you onto his lap to watch a horse flick. Infuriated and distressed. You wonder if she's angry because you didn't join the rebellion. You wonder if she's angry because she thinks you took Ken away. You see her ghost again, feel her between the pause of two breaths. She glitches and fades as you hide your face in Ken's mink coat.

"I don't like being apart from you" Ken claims as he lays your body on top of his. One hand dangling off the couch the other curling your loose locks. To Ken a touch away feels like being galaxies apart. You kiss his chin and his cheek and his nose and finally his lips. It feels like a dream. One you refuse to wake up from.

Ken is gold.

Unmetable and solid.A kaleidoscope of hope

He has so much potential rotting inside of him.

Ken is gold.

Beautiful and everlasting.

His value lies in how pretty he is. How good of an accessory he's willing to be.

You wonder if he's sick of being gold.

You felt Barbie's ghost again today. This time looming and aggravated. She wants her presence acknowledged. She has something she needs to say. Ken was out, one of the rare times you two spend apart. Something about a beach off and rock paper scissors.

You wonder if a ghost haunting is their way of showing love.

You wonder if the Kens starting a rebellion is their way of showing love.

Barbie talks for ten minutes straight. You cling to every word, you forgot how much you missed the Other Barbie's voice. It's in the final beat of her sentence that you notice she's not a ghost. Not this time. This is Barbie, the girl who had been your friend since the day you left your box. "Help me" she pleads as she grabs your shoulders. "We need to fix this", you turn your head and smile a broken smile. "I can't" you confess.

It's easy to undo brainwashing. Even easier to reinstate it. What Stereotypical Barbie and her friends can undo. You can simply redo. Even Barbies prefer ease, a few simple half-truths sung into the right ear at the right time. And the once normalized Barbies are running back to their Kens. You turn, in the rays of the golden sun, you see Barbie. Her eyes hold glimmers of unshed tears. She wears her betrayal on her pink sleeve. "Why" she whispers as her fingers reach out to hover over your heart before she retracts them. You think you may have burned her. You think she's afraid of being plagued by your depravity.

You feel like a traitor, like a monster. A creature made of pink lipgloss and shattered vows. should Kendom fall, you know your delicate dream life will fall with it. You stare into her eyes. And the words that leave your mouth feel so rehearsed, yet you swear it's the first time you've uttered them. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you both when you went through hell. I'm sorry I wasn't there when the world collapsed and you ran from the debris. I'm sorry I can't help you pick up the pieces and rebuild what once was yours.., ours. I'm sorry I'm so selfish".

Immortal hearts are cursed with the loneliest beats. Maybe that's why the other Barbies never bothered to ponder their endless existence. Maybe that's why the Kens always clung to false promises of love. Maybe saying I love you is the same as saying I'm letting you go. Stereotypical Barbie has already reached this conclusion, you know this. For a fraction of a juncture, she looks into your eyes. Trying to reason and plea and hope all in the same breath. When you say nothing more her eyes shine with grief as she turns on her heels and runs for the hilled house. You reach out to her, yet only grasp the warm Malibu breeze.

What do you call a person such as yourself?

Coward...

That sounds about right.

Ken kisses your neck, and it feels like lava sprinkling along your skin. You feel like a defeated soldier drowning in a sea of guilt. Survivor's guilt a voice echo inside your head familiar yet all so distant. A ghost from a past life or a current one unseeable to you. "I have it too" the voice replies. You wonder if it's the voice of an angel or a mortal girl. You don't tell him about the Barbie resistance or how easily they can reverse the brainwashing. You work best alone anyway.

You hear the word death replay in the background as Ken bites a sensitive spot. A faint noise, a haunting whisper. You hear the word death and it sounds more familiar than the name Barbie that has rolled off your tongue every day since birth.

Ken harbors you inside the once was dreamhouse like a forbidden secret. Sometimes the skirts feel too short. Sometimes the world feels too heavy. You always feel the eyes of the other Kens on you. You think Ken planned it that way to show the Ken world who you belong to. Just last week he took you to the beach. Both of you wearing matching pastel blues and silver earrings. Other Ken was there also adorned in pastel blue and silver earrings. You see the twitch in your Ken's jaw, the icy glare when Other Ken waves to you. "Let's go," he says, commandes really. He throws you over his shoulder and you're heading back the way you came. "I really wanted to see Mermaid Barbie..." You pout. "No no, you wanted to see a movie remember?" Ken corrects you, to be honest, he does that often. You're starting to doubt you even know your own wants anymore.

Today Ken has you dressed in a pink and white dress. You remember Setrotypical Barbie use to love this dress. You run around the kitchen cooking a pretend dinner. You really want to go shipping, to pick out something you'd like. A rose pink Lolita skirt and a matching button-up. You really want to die. Although that's normal you always want to go shopping. You always want to die. You wonder if Ken will ever let you pick out your own dresses. You leave his plate in front of him as you loop your arms around his neck. You rest your chin on his head as he pulls you closer. Not picking your own clothes is a small price to pay for the intimacy you've craved for far too long.

"Never has there ever been a girl as pretty" Ken whispers as he relishes in your presence.

"Do you have any idea what you are?" He rasps, his lips hovering over yours. You're both sitting on the bed, watching the sun die for the day.

Ken is a monster. At least that's what you're supposed to think. You have something in your mind something that squirmes around in what can only be described as reason. To call it wits and a conscious would be an overstatement. Lucide is a better word. Weak and brittle yet somehow still standing. Deep inside, your heart refuses to call Ken anything other than hero, savior, salvation.

"I'm yours" it's the first truth that's left your mouth in a long long time. You cup his cheeks and kiss him with all the doom and gratitude that lies within you. And Wow Ken tastes like mint ice cream and shooting stars. Like dead dreams that lay on the tip of your tongue. He's the beach at night and the evermore gardens during the day. He's everything good and confusing and painful and sweet. Ken nibbles your ear, playfully, and coos sweet words into your soul. Spinning tales of how you'll be together forever. You soak in his presence, rolling his name around in your head. You keep your head filled with him before your own thoughts give you a heart attack.

You're Barbie but now you are so much more than that. You're his Barbie. Ken's Barbie. Damaged yet simultaneously perfect. And he's perfect too, mesmerizing when the sun's rouge rays kiss his pretty face, bathing him in golden ichor.

You wonder if perfection and imperfection have always been in love.

Sometimes in the dead of night, you think of the little girl playing with you. Albit she isn't a little girl anymore, is she? Kids grow up. clawing and biting through the painful transformation. Sometimes it leaves their minds fragmented. Sometimes it leaves them less than whole.

Judging by how long it's been, your little girl is grown up by now. You close your eyes and give Ken a final kiss before sleep overtakes you. You hope she's okay, even though you know that can never be true. Being "okay" doesn't seem to be a real thing in this universe.

Because girls are broken and the universe knows this

Because boys are broken and the universe knows this

Because the universe does nothing. Just sits there and watches as life bends and breaks itself over and over again

Barbieland is broken too, imperfect and destroyed.

And so are the two of you.

Yet in the end, it doesn't matter.

For as broken as the world is the most important of things has been resolved.

Ken has his Barbie.

And Barbie has her Ken.

#I don’t normally read yandere but this was beautifully written #barbie #Ken x reader #fic recs

1K notes · View notes

himbotiem · 9 months

Text

YOU

HOW DARE MAKE ME HAVE SAD FEELINGS

Plastic Hearts - (24)

<<<Prev

---

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

---

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.

---

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

Never say never

Tags:

@imogen-skye @ateliefloresdaprimavera @meowkid1000 @jokersgrf @linacool13 @oh-kurva @dreamsarenicer @livelaughlaufeyy @babyimjustken @tempobaekh @fallingwallsh @whatafreakingloser @lcversrockk @imonmyvigilanteshh @constellationscharts @eddiemunson4ever @freyafriggafrey @neptunelixir @floralsightings @ynbutbetter @lazyboikat @mrharringtonsbae @spookyscellar @haydensith @weasleytwinscumslut @kensthetic @itstylersblog @lee-lee-23 @dazeglitter-blog @urmom24sworld @chaos-in-person @aremos @theoriginalwife000 @undercover-being-whack @puredreamagination

@h-l-vlovesvintage @krazyk99 @agustdeeyaa @bluebear19 @berlinswifey @suzirumas @faustlyaccused @rennydenny @paintmekala @leafyturtle @lafy-taffy @blossomingrose @dark-hunter16 @marvellover31415 @hope4rain19 @starstruck-loner @jell0buss-17 @anc1ka

#THUS IS MEOWKID BTW #fic rec #reblog

104 notes · View notes