#ryan!ken

You keep his eyes covered as you lead him to your front door. It had started snowing hard with big flakes while he was visiting you and was sticking to the ground and thankfully you noticed it first. He’s so excited and he doesn’t even know why yet but he loves good surprises and you swear up and down this is good. You lead him to the door and tell him to open his eyes and he gasps. You were right. Somehow this is different. For one thing it’s cold, and for another it falls far more gracefully here. Like when he first experienced rain, he asks innocently if it will hurt if he touches it, and you extend your hand out in the snow first with a soft “Not at all.”

He matches your movements and watches snowflakes fall on his hand. They don’t melt as fast as the ones on your hand do for plastic isn’t as warm but they still melt and it blows his mind.

He insists on playing in the snow and you’re more than happy to oblige him. Because he’s the first Ken, he’s got some Barbie Land magic though he doesn’t realize or understand it so his snowsuit and boots are TADA! Right there. He first plays in it like he would rain puddles, stepping through it and jumping into it and then running his fingers through it. He watches you catch snowflakes on your tongue and he opens his mouth wide, tongue out and eyes clamped shut with a loud “AAAAAAAAAH!” He hums thoughtfully when he tastes it. “Totally could use some sugar.”

His attempts at snow angels could use some work, but he’s surprisingly good at building snow Kens. It’s a snow Ken, you can’t convince him otherwise. “What if it’s a snow Barbie?” you ask. He scoffs and laughs. “Don’t be silly! She’d have better accessories than this if it was a snow Barbie!”

Snowball fights aren’t really his thing but sledding? Ohhhhhh sledding! He’s sooooo excited about sledding. It’s his new favorite thing in the whole wide world. This is surfing on snow, and when he crashes at the bottom of the hill, it’s more fun. But the ride from the top to the bottom is the most fun he’s had all day long. “I can totally surf on snow here! And be good at it!”

Even with his coat, boots, and accessories, he gets colder faster than you do, and his movements start to slow despite his energy and excitement. He argues about going inside, but you promise more sledding later if he comes inside for a little while. With also the promise of hot chocolate inside. That combo does it for him.

He just stares out the window the whole time, just watching the snowflakes slowly cover everything up. He asks you if he can be a Beach Ken and a Sledding Ken, and you give him a smile as you say, “Of course you can!”

Thinking about f!reader teaches Ken how to fuck. His eyes are always on you, you guide his hand on your body, telling him how to finger, how to eat, and all you can hear is “Am I doing good? Please baby, need to hear you, want to make you feel good…” You rub his head between your legs and praise him, calling him good boy and he immediately goes “Mmmh…” while eating you out. His voice trembls with obvious excitement, “Please tell me if I’m doing good…” like a big puppy praised by its master. He licks hard with his tongue, waiting for the next compliment.

And Ken, being the incredibly attentive and caring boyfriend he was, somehow noticed that something was going on with you; turning to look down with his soft blue eyes that you couldn’t get enough of. You smiled back shyly up at him. "Are you alright?" He asked, and you nodded, taking Ken's hand in yours. 

"Ken? Do you want to move in with me?" The words came easily now that you were saying them aloud for the first time. The smile on your lips faltered slightly though as you stared at Ken, who looked shocked beyond belief. His wide eyes flicked between yours and your hand wrapped around his. He didn't answer for a moment before nodding rapidly, and both of you broke out into huge smiles; relieved and overjoyed.

Tears welled up in his eyes, "This could be our house?" He asked, and you nodded, giggling lightly as you reached up to touch his cheek gently, wiping the tears away with the pad of your thumb. 

"Yes, if you want it-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence before Ken engulfed you in a massive hug and buried his face in your neck, letting out little whimpers of happiness against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hugged him back.

"Of course I do!" He said, voice muffled by your neck. "It's our house." He continued, tightening his grip around you. You giggled softly again, pulling back to look up at him.

"Our Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House." You added with a soft sigh, making Ken seemingly stutter out his own shaky breath, his teary blue eyes widening at your statement; he was so overwhelmed by his love for you. You knew how proud he was of his old Mojo Dojo Casa House, so why not add a bit to your house title to make it more his as well?

His hands in yours, Ken couldn't stop looking at you with what you could only say were 'heart eyes,' as he just smiled at you, "I really want to kiss you right now." At his words, both of you froze momentarily. A small, awkward silence washed over the both of you. Believe it or not, neither of you had kissed yet, and you weren't sure how to proceed. The two of you just sat there, staring at one another. Ken broke his gaze from yours first, staring down at his lap with a frown, "I'm sorry, I ruined everything."

Shaking your head adamantly, you pulled his hands in yours closer to you, scooting closer to him; your knees brushing his. "No, no, Ken. You didn't ruin anything." You assured him, your thumbs rubbed circles on his knuckles, "I would love to kiss you, but I've never kissed anyone before..." You confessed quietly, glancing down at where their joined hands rested on your thighs.

You glanced back up to see what he might be thinking. He was watching you intently like you hung all the stars in the sky. "I haven't kissed anyone either..." He admitted softly, and you felt butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach. 

"Not even with Barbie?" You asked, knowing about his previous sort of relationship with the Stereotypical Barbie who had gone to the Real World a long while ago.

Ken shook his head, "Not even with Barbie," He answered and a couple shakes of his head, sounding kind of forlorn.

You shuffled in your seat slightly, feeling a bit more nervous than usual, "Well, if you want, we can kiss. I just want to make sure with you that this is something that you want. No matter what, I don't want to push past any boundaries that you may have."

Ken nodded, understandingly, "I appreciate that," He told you, his plastic heart warming at how considerate of his feelings you were, "But I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time." He gave you a soft smile, and you returned it, though still hesitant to take the first step forward. The two of you continued to sit there, gazing upon one another, until Ken spoke up again, "So, how do we go about this?" He asked, and you shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe we should just go for it?" You asked, more as a question than an answer, but Ken nodded anyway, agreeing.

"Good idea, just go for it." He repeated, before the both of you closed your eyes, puckered up, and leaned forward. Your lips met halfway in a simple peck, the contact fleeting, but amazingly sweet for a first kiss. When you pulled away, both of you were smiling brightly, giddy with excitement. "Wow," He chuckled, grinning at you. "That was magical."

"Yeah... It definitely was." You agreed, laughing softly. "We should do this more often." You suggested, and Ken nodded enthusiastically.

Cuddled up together on your couch, you and Ken completely forgot about the movie, taking time to plan out how to decorate your Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House together. From adding in Ken's new closet and putting up some horse paintings and pictures, and with the addition of a few new furniture pieces to make the place feel more homey for both you and Ken. You couldn't stop the adoring smile on your face as Ken spoke, watching the bright toothy grin on his face and the way his eyes lit up as he asked if he could get a lava lamp.  

Agreeing to the lava lamp, you gently squeezed Ken's hand in yours, which he then returned before watching as he brought your intertwined hands up to his face, brushing your hand against his cheek lovingly; his eyes closing blissfully. As you both began to plan out your upcoming time together, living in the same home, you couldn't help the bubbly, warm feeling in your chest. And as you looked over at Ken, the way his eyes were sparkling, his blonde hair ruffling lightly as he grinned from ear to ear, you found you couldn't contain your smile.

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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