Plastic heart - (3)
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Ken's dealing with some feelings too 🥺
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“So what are the symptoms?”, weird Barbie questioned and you were trying not to stare at the markings on her face or the asymmetrical manner in which her hair was cut.
“Burnt food, loss of appetite and motivation. Also this pain in my chest.”, you stated your common issues.
“How about dizziness?”, she asked further tapping a pen against a clipboard as she narrowed her eyes at you.
You didn’t get nauseous often but that nervous sensation was only ever when Ken was around.
“Not often.”, you contemplated.
“No, does it happen when a Ken is around?”, she asked and you couldn’t mask your surprise.
“Ah I know what you’ve got.”, she eased and it got you to feel comfortable too. She could give you a cure and everything would go back to being normal.
“But only time can fix it though.”, she shrugged her shoulder but it only stirred up confusion within you. Nothing took too long to heal here in barbieland. In fact nothing broke in the first place.
“You’re heartbroken.”, she turned to you with her diagnosis. You didn’t believe her and so huffed a laugh, no wonder she was the odd one out.
“That can’t be it.”, you said confidently folding your arms.
“Fine. When does your day feel the best?”, she asked and as you thought back to certain moments of the day, you come only think of the moments he smiled at you.
“Ok, different question.”, she shifted her stance once she knew you hadn’t answered the first one.
“Where do feel at ease?”, she asked and the answer was instant.
“The beach.”, you lit up just thinking of the warm sand and salty air.
“Why?”, she asked and as the question settled it was as though your mind was not your own. Because all you could think of was him, his surf board, his platinum blonde hair being ruffled by the breeze, the smell of sea salt on him as his skin gleamed under the sun but as the other facts poured in, his eagerness to do foolish things just so he could impress Barbie, him passing you by at every turn, your head began to feel heavy.
It all fell into place now. You were heartbroken. Somehow in the high of it, this pain had found it’s way in.
“Unusual though, no Barbie worries about a Ken. He’s just another accessory.”, she turned away but it sparked an anger within you.
“How could you say that?”, you got up.
“Ken is so much more than that.”, you pressed your fingers on your forehead.
“I’m just stating facts.”, she said calmly while digging around for something.
But the facts seemed wrong. He wasn’t just an add on, he was just overlooked. Although many wouldn't agree, that was how you saw it, I'm every great even, he was left out.
“Alright, so you’ve got two options.”, she had a pair of rollerblades in one hand and in the other a heart shaped box of chocolates.
“Why don't you try the first one? Tell him how you feel.”, she gave you the chocolate box and patted your arm but somehow it was the worst possible solution.
“He’s a Ken. He’s bound to fall in love with you.”, she clicked her tongue and all you could feel was panic.
“What’s the second option?”, you asked and she pursed her lips.
“He’s in love with someone else.”, you argued.
“Well in that case –
But she was interrupted when you could hear the sound of heels clicking against the tiles on the stairs.
You turn to see stereotypical Barbie walk in, her complexion a little pale and her skin not so glossy under this light.
“Two Barbies in a day. That’s a record.”, weird Barbie commented as she moved to inspect her and you knew that you had to do your best effort with the first option because now that she was here, she couldn’t know why you were here to. So you gave her a smile and she returned it as you turned to leave. Thanking weird Barbie for her support, you walked down those stairs, clutching onto those box of chocolates like they were your cure.
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Any outfit you had didn’t feel like the best, the nervousness was eating you away as you took a stroll down the streets near dream house. You knew where he would be, if he wasn’t on the beach, then he was sitting out by the steps of her house waiting to catch a glimpse of her.
And as you had predicted, he was there. Sitting in the middle, his long legs stretched out beneath the twilight sky as he fiddled with his thumbs as though he was bored. But the closer you approached, the quicker you spotted the forlorn expression on his face.
“You look a bit sad this evening.”, you stated, it got him to look up and you stopped to smooth down your skirt, knowing why you were here.
“Do I?”, he asked with confusion drenching the tone of his voice. You took a seat next to him but he looked like he was preoccupied with his thoughts.
“I don’t know why.”, he shook his head as he was slowly slipping back into his innocent and cheerful personality.
“Does being sad mess up your hair or crinkle your shirt?”, he turned to you suddenly, with worry etched in his eyes.
“I don’t think it does.”, you couldn’t help but smile because you knew nothing more than him when it came to feelings.
“Close call.”, he gave a low whistle as he set his already combed hair into place.
“I need to be perfect.”, he mumbled, his focus now on fixing his shirt.
And you thought that maybe this was the best time. To tell him that he didn’t have to be.
You pushed the chocolate box to him. Your actions getting his attention to flit back to you.
“You are perfect.”, you said not feeling strong enough to catch his gaze.
“and I like you as you are.”, you looked up at him only to see that his eyes were boring into yours, his elegant face wrinkling at the edges when various emotions flickered across his face. When it finally settled to one.
“But I’m not yours.”, he said quickly with an indifference but as a second passed his brows furrowed together and for the first time, Ken was angry.
“I’m not yours to like.”, he furrowed his brows and there wasn’t a particular moment you could point out but somewhere between hearing him say those words and the anger in his voice, it felt as though your heart had plummeted into the unknown depths of emptiness. The pain wasn’t just in your chest anymore. It was everywhere.
Barbie was heard talking to her friends a few feet away as she was approaching her house and all the bitterness on his face vanished as he turned to her.
“I have to leave to the real world.”, you could hear her and as your gaze followed Ken, you watched as the same hurt you felt, mirrored on his face. He had forgotten all about you and you just wanted to stay here, frozen forever.
“You’re leaving?”, he jogged up to her, you took the chocolate box used this diversion to walk away till the curb.
Once in the clear, you began to run, you wanted to leave everything behind.
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Konig X StupidBimbo! User
sorry for my all grammar mistakes 🥲
tw!! user is bimbo, fem! User
You are Konig's beloved wife, but you must admit that you are a stupid bimbos, but he loves you in spite of everything.
Even though you don't fit the description of the housewife of his dreams (you burnt his coffee many times, cooked disgusting meals, broke many things), he still loves his wife.
Everything about you is beautiful to him: your long platinum blonde hair, your long nails, the way you look pink like a Barbie, the mini dresses, the crops that show off your full breasts, the oversized bras, the exaggerated make-up.
When Konig met you for the first time, he was completely prejudiced, he thought you were a real whore, but on the contrary, you were a knowledgeable and cultured woman, you just liked to dress like that, you were a little cocky. As Konig got to know you, he liked your maturity and personality and realised that clothes do not reflect the personality of a person.
Konig broke his own prejudices - something he would never admit to - and took pleasure in decorating your pink nails, or helping you put on false eyelashes, or even letting you put make-up on his blue eyes.
Konig loves you very, very, very much, but he wish you'd be a little more careful!
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