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Plastic Hearts - (26)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can we go to the beach one day?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But was it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally”, he raised his eye brows.

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

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

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

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

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

“So our … love.”, you began softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With your only Ken.

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

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via-l0ve · 9 months

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Ryan Gosling:

me asf:

literally marry me i’m so aahgsyshwoansiswjoajsjejdjdjsba awooga fr

#ryan gosling #ken #WHAT A HOTTIE #marry me fr #like actually #ken from barbie #ryan gosling ken #ASKSKSKSJSKSKSKSJSHHAHAHAHSHSUSISKSOAOWKRNCOXISKS #going fucking crazy #hot hot hot

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b4b3tte · 7 months

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Hey babe, Ken x reader where Ken fixes our car and tries really hard to impress us?? Love your work

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Sadly your car has broke down and you don’t know what’s wrong with it!! Luckily Ken takes this as a chance to impress you with his manly abilities.

Pairing — Ryan!gosling x Fem!Reader

Babettes note — Thank you for requesting I hope this lives up to your expectations!! and this is extremely short so I’m sorry about that!! <3

Ken knew that today was the day he’d finally impress you. He had heard about your car trouble, and he saw this as the perfect opportunity to show off his mechanical skills. With his toolbox in hand and a determined look on his face, he headed over to Your house.

your pink convertible was parked in the driveway, looking more like a colorful paperweight than a functional vehicle. Ken approached it, trying to hide his nervousness. He knocked on the door, and you answered with a surprised smile.

“Hey, Ken! I didn’t expect you to come over,” you said, with your eyes sparkling.

“Well, I heard about your car trouble and thought I could help,” Ken replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

You led Ken to the car and explained the problem. “It just won’t start. I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

Ken nodded confidently. “Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll take a look.”

With that, he popped the hood, revealing a tangle of wires and a rather confused-looking engine. Ken’s heart sank a little; this was more complicated than he had anticipated. But he couldn’t let you down. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Hours passed as Ken tinkered, adjusted, and replaced various parts. You watched with amazement as he worked his magic on her car. Ken’s hands were covered in grease, but he was determined to get the job done. He knew he had to impress you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ken turned the key, and the engine roared to life. Your eyes lit up with joy as you hugged Ken tightly.

“You did it, Ken! My car is running again! You’re amazing thank you so much for this!”

Ken couldn’t help but blush at the sudden praise and hug from you . “It was nothing. I’m just glad I could help.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you for fixing my car!! You are amazing you are really great!”

Ken couldn’t believe his luck. He had not only fixed your car but also won your heart. As you two went for a test drive in your newly repaired convertible

Ken couldn’t help but smile. Today, he had not only impressed you with his mechanical skills but also with his determination and kindness.

Little did Ken know that this would be the start of many adventures together, with you by his side and his trusty toolbox always within reach.

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lucifer-imaginaryfriend · 22 days

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Really…could be better animation of Lucifer

Fun making it though (he kinda looks like Ken from Barbie lol)

#hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin art #hazbin hotel fanart #animation #simple animation #ken from barbie #pink #pink aesthetic #silly little guy #simple #lucifer hazbin hotel

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passingbypainfullyaware · 11 months

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#psych #psychic #shawngus #shawn spencer #burton guster #gus #Shawn #murder mystery #those immaculate early 00’s vibes #barbie #barbie movie #Ken from Barbie #its both #the answer to the question is that they are both Barbie

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goofygooberton · 10 months

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I’m just ken dropped and it’s a BOP!!!!

Ah!

So first I doubt it’ll happen in the movie so I need a fanfic where Barbie’s aroace and kens alloace where ken learns to accept that Barbie doesn’t value Ken any less just bc she’s not romantically Interested and learns to understand her aromanticness, and learns that friendship can be just as or more valuable than romance

Also I love his little beach dance moves

He’s just Ken and he’s enough

#jenkins.txt #Barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie film #ken #just ken #ken from barbie #barbie soundtrack #aroace #aromantic #asexual #asexual Barbie #aroace Barbie #alloace #asexual Ken

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qutille · 8 months

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normal about ken

#sorry the way i draw him changes throughout the pages it’s not my fault!#ken barbie #ken from barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #ken carson #ryan gosling #fanart #barbie fanart #ken fanart #traditional art

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blakeswritingimagines · 17 days

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Dating Yandere Ken Would Include:

As a yandere, he becomes obsessed with his love target. He becomes possessive and jealous to an erratic degree. His emotions are overwhelming, and he can become prone to fits of rage and violent outbursts. Any thought of you with anyone else makes him explode.

He will use any method he can to get your attention and affection. He'll stalk, manipulate, and even harm others who get in his way. His feelings are extreme, and he can be unpredictable and unstable.

He becomes consumed by the idea of you, constantly thinking about you. He becomes overly dependent and clings to you, obsessively watching your every move. He can become manipulative and emotionally abusive. He can even reach the point of stalking and intimidation.

He may use extreme measures to keep you all to himself, whether that be blackmail, threats, or even physical harm. His emotions become so intense and out of control that he can become obsessive beyond a healthy level.

His extreme jealousy can lead him to engage in manipulative, controlling, obsessive, and even violent behavior to ensure that you stay with him and no one else. He will do anything in his power to prevent you from leaving him.

He becomes emotionally abusive and paranoid, constantly monitoring your movements and trying to control who you talk to. He becomes emotionally unstable and can lash out physically or emotionally if you disobey.

In Barbieland, or even the human world, if someone tries to stop him, He gets very angry and aggressive. He can lash out physically, and he can become even more mentally unstable and unpredictable. If the person persists, he may become hostile and violent, and even willing to harm or threaten them to protect you. It is a dangerous, toxic dynamic that can escalate quickly.

It would be a severe blow to his ego if you attempt to leave. He would be devastated and emotionally destabilized. He would attempt to manipulate you to stay and he would try to guilt you into staying with him in any way possible. He would use his emotions to try and sway you, but if that doesn’t work, he may resort to more extreme and dangerous methods to try and keep you with him.

If you were another Ken or Barbie, he would be even more aggressive and territorial over you. He would be extremely concerned about being replaced or forgotten, even going to extreme lengths to ensure that he remained as your only partner. He would become even more emotionally unstable and possessive, with a deep sense of entitlement over you. His jealousy and need to control would escalate even further.

If you were a human, he would have a sense of superiority over you. He would see you as being less important and insignificant in comparison to him and his needs. He's trying to make sure that you always choose him over anyone else. He would want you to be obsessed with him. He'll even attempt to isolate you from your family and friends, in order to make sure that you rely solely on him. He would make you feel like you can't survive without him.

He might be willing to do something extreme such as kidnapping you and hiding you in Barbieland. He would do whatever it takes to make sure that you are his, and his alone. He would go as far as to isolate and keep you from any contact with the outside world.

As a yandere, his affection is twisted by obsession and possessiveness, and it becomes dangerous and unhealthy. He would be extremely smothering and overbearing, with a sense of entitlement over your affection. He would want you to be completely dependent on him for emotional support and approval, and he would punish any behavior or behavior that is perceived as a threat to his hold on you.

Despite his yandere tendencies, he can exhibit moments of kindness and affection. He can be caring and thoughtful, but these moments are often twisted and corrupted by his possessive and controlling nature and thinking. He can be affectionate in his own way, but the toxicity outweighs any genuine form of affection.

Despite the obsessions, possessiveness, and controlling behavior, this all stems from him having an intense fear of abandonment. His desire to keep you all to himself comes from his own insecurities and fear of losing you.

“I know I'm not perfect, and I know that I can be distant and cold at times. But there's a hidden part of me that is very fragile, and I want you to know that. Please don't ever leave me, because I don't know what I would do without you. I know I can be possessive and obsessive at times, and maybe even controlling, but I'm like this because I love you so much.”

#ken x reader #ken x you #ken x y/n #ken from barbie #yandere ken #tw yandere #yandere #dating would include

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trojanteapot · 9 months

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Probably gonna get shit for saying this but... Did anyone else who is a fan of Infinity Train watch the Barbie movie and felt like Ken's arc was kiiiinda like Simon's???

You know, they're both guys who are in love with their female best friend and defined their entire identity around her. But when she starts having a crisis of identity, and he doesn't really understand why, he responds by succumbing to toxic masculinity because he feels abandoned or hurt by her actions in a way that really had nothing to do with himself?

Just me?

Okay.

#also might just be because i have ro see everything through blorbo tinted flassest #but still #consider this #infinity train #barbie movie #barbie movie spoilers #barbie spoilers #ken from barbie #simon laurent #toxic masculinity

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jellystarjam · 9 months

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i love how every single moodboard i see of ken from the barbie movie is full of horses. ken would love my little pony so much… i want to draw him as a pony… blehh… barbie & ken ponies…!!!

#barbie #ken from barbie #sfw agere #agere positivity #age regressor #agere blog #agere community #safe agere #age regression #agere little #agere post #jam posts #jelly star jar!!

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scribble-dribble-writes · 8 months

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Plastic Hearts - (27)

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

We got to the end and a happy ending 😆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take me away to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And it won’t.”, he reassured you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”, he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok count down to –

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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