Hey Dear, How R You! Can I Make Another Request, What About Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne X Damian's Twin

Hey dear, how r you! Can I make another request, what about platonic yandere Bruce Wayne x damian's twin x platonic yandere damian. Like when bruce first meet them and Damian is like I thought you would be taller while sis is just like "Dami be nice to our father" and gives a cute smile. Bonus if Talia is a platonic yandere too! You don't have to do this if you don't want to, it's just a thought! Bye

Hope this is good and you like it! ♡

Sorry it took so long.

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Damian and Y/N were only young when they were told to pack there things by there mother. Of course they did so no questioned asked but they couldn’t help but be curious since they had never left the mountain before.

“Where do you think we are going?”Y/N asked as they sat in the yacht. They had been attacked, and in a result of that attack their grandfather was killed.

“I know as much as you.” Damian said back. He was always kind to his twin sister. He couldn’t not be, she was his other half

Y/N looked excitedly over the side of the boat and jumped up jumped a little to get a better view of the water.

“Be careful Y/N.” Damian scolded but as Y/N looked like a kicked puppy he softened a little bit and lightly wrapped a arm around her shoulder as to secure her.

“Thank you Dami.” She always appreciated him, he was the only one that would show her affection and love, their grandfather wouldn’t as he focused on Damian, the successor. Heir to the league. Talia cared but not openly. She made sure to at Y/N was always well taken care of and patched her up after training.

After a hour or two of being in the boat they arrived at a dock. Where a man dressed as a bat came onto the boat. Their mother told them to wait behind the curtain, and so they did.

They stood back there in a stiff pose as they needed to be alert. Talia enforced that and they could not disobey her.

Y/N and Damian eavesdropped as they stood behind the curtain. It was all rather boring and they were disgusted to hear their mother flirt with the man.

“They are led by a man who Father believed could be his successor; Until my father became aware of you, Now this man wants to kill us.”

“Us?” The bat questioned as he stood there with a blank face.

“Not you.” Talia said as she grabbed onto the curtain.

“Me...and your son and daughter.”

“Son? Daughter?” The curtain was pulled back and out stepped Y/N and Damian. They stood with their legs slightly apart and arms cross behind their back. Damian had a blank expression but Y/N’s eyes were wide. She was in awe at the man who was her father. He towered over her quite a bit, though given she was 11 and smaller than the average kid, he seemed as though he was a giant.

Their father looked at them with slight surprise hut the look turned skeptic.

“And you expect me to believe this?”

“I assure you, they’re yours.”

Damian and Y/N walk closer to their dad, Damian looked smug in a way while Y/N continued to stare in aw. Damian slightly stood in front of her in a protective manner.

“Don't look so stunned, Father…” Damian began looking his father up and down. “I thought you'd be taller.”

“Dami! That’s rude.” Y/N said pouting making Damian slightly nod a apology at her. Batman still stared stunned. Y/N smiled up at her father, almost making his stoic mask break but he just counted to stare down at the little girl who was his own.

Talia tells them to go with Bruce off the boat before leaving the docks.

They follow their father off the boat stand next to him on either sides.

“You didn't know about us?” Damian questioned. How couldn’t his father knew he had children?

“No.” Batman replied bluntly as they continued to watch the yacht leave.

“So Mother has made us your responsibility?” Y/N questioned innocently as she watched her mother go farther and father away.

Batam looking down at his daughter, seeing a almost innocent look in her eyes. A look that he hadn’t seen in so long. He knew where she came from and he didn’t understand how she could still have that light, especially when compared to Damian. He had to protect her. He had to protect the light, and his child. “Something like that.”

“This isn't necessary. We will do fine by ourselves.” Damian said grabbing his sisters hand and staring up at Batman defiantly. Damian wanted to protect his sister and he only trusted himself to do so. Batman scowled slightly, they were his kids and he would be damned if he let them go off on their own

“So do I, But things have changed. She thinks you'll be better off with me, for now.”

“As do I.” Y/N said quietly to where they couldn’t even hear her. She wanted to know their father.

“What do you think?” Damian challenged with a smirk, if he was leaving with their father he wasn’t going to take it easy on him.

“Better than with the League of Assassins.” Batman retorted looking down at the two kids. He didn’t think the league would take it this far, teaching two kids to be child assassins while not teaching them much else, like having a conscience, well to Damian at least. But he couldn’t say much compared to himself.

“They taught us how to fight.”

“And to be our best selves.” Y/N added onto her brothers statement.

“And I take it not much else.” Batman spoke before pushing a button on his utility belt, opening the top to the batmobile and he began walking towards it with Damian and Y/N in tow.

“I'll drive.” Damian spoke out and Batman immediately shut it down it a hard “No.”

“ I know how.” Damian attempted to persuade but again he just got a “ No.”

“You will have to share a seat.” He spoke to the kids as their was only one extra seat in the batmobile. They shrugged, they didn’t mind being close with one another. It kept them safe.

Damian hopped into the car, followed by Y/N who say closer to their father. Batman got in next before hitting the call button on alfreds picture.

“Alfred?” Batman spoke while a older mans voice sounded on the other end.

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re going to have company.”

“A sleepover? Oh. goody.”

And that was the day they met their dad.

Barbie x Female Reader

❌Some Spoilers Ahead❌

Hey guys! I just watched the Barbie movie and absolutely loved it. So I had to write a short fanfic on it but if you guys like it enough I may expand on it. I wanted to write this because it seems poetic that the idea of Barbie and Ken would break apart and she can see that she isn’t confined to him or the gender after it being what was expected.

Warnings: Self-Depreciation

Every day in Barbieland was absolutely perfect. Not a hair was out of place, the sun was shining, the sky was bright plastic blue and not a Barbie was frowning.

Except one.

Stereotypical Barbie was about to leave to head into the real world, find the kid who was making her a ‘weird’ barbie, and make them see the empowerment in Barbie once more. Her Barbie friends gathered around her, saying their good lucks and goodbyes, each sounding more and more similar to the last.

Y/N Barbie isnt gathered around her as she frowned at the idea of not wishing her goodbye. As much as she wished to, her brother was tightly holding her back, albeit unaware, as he bragged to another Ken about Barbie ‘inviting’ him to go with. That’s right. Her brother is Ken, as in Barbie and Ken. The supposed to be power-couple. But the truth is, it’s one sided.

Y/N didn’t notice the longing gaze sent her way from the beautiful blonde. Ken did, and of course he though it was for him resulting in a awkward kissy face being sent her way.

She had been too busy thinking about the outside world. It was so unknown. After all she wasn’t nicknamed curious barbie for no reason even if it’s not her official name.

It was odd being a Barbie without a sense of purpose. Y/N was just simply herself. She didn’t have a specified job, she just jumped around and worked with anyone who wanted a little help in their field. Oddly enough she was good at anything after a little practice.

Finally leaving the circle of thoughts as her brothers grip left her arm and her daydream was back to just that, a dream.

But the frown finally lifted at the sight of Barbie. Y/N quickly rushed down to her as Barbie was close to getting into the car.

Barbie heard the commotion of running footsteps and a slight squeak as the person in question was running too fast and literally ran into Barbie as the women in question didn’t even stumble as she felt herself be pulled into a tight hug. After noticing who it eas not a second went by before her arms wrapped tightly against Y/N’s figure.

No Barbie or Ken questioned their warm embrace. Barbie preferred it that way. She knew how Y/N let her brother get the best of her. If he questioned her too much about it, she surely would get awkward and avoid being open like this. That’s just how Y/N was… and she loved her for it.

Y/N has no idea of Barbies feelings for her, after all she’s stereotypical Barbie. She could never even imagine someone like her even considering the thought. Y/N was just another Barbie in the mix. She wasn’t even President Barbie or Doctor Barbie. Like she thought; Y/N was just her.

But that’s what made her so appealing.

Barbie knew long before she started to get flat feet that she had a crush on the girl. But ever since that happened, the only positive thing that could come out of the situation was that her feelings were intensified. They grew more mature and realistic, just like her.

Their hug ended with a soft gaze before they separated completely and Barbie got into her car. Y/N watched as she began to slowly drove away. When suddenly she slammed on the breaks making everyone gasp. She turned around and in one sentence she spoke

“Y/N… will you come with me?”

Again everyone thought nothing of it. Everyone other than Y/N and Barbie, they just smiled before saying their quick goodbyes as the former of which smiled brightly and nodded before gracefully running up to the car and hopping in.

Y/N still didn’t see the loving gaze as Barbie turned her head and continued driving away.

After all it is Barbie and Ken, not Barbie and Y/N

But with all the changes going on around them, why can’t they make one more?

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Authors Note (you don’t have to read, just about the general feelings)

There is so much I can say about this movie but it’s hard to even put it into words. I give it a major 10/10, even above that if it counted. Watching the movie just gave me a different sense of self. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. With the Barbie world and our world basically being switched where women are in high standing positions and are respected. Meanwhile our world constantly puts women down and are offered less opportunities. I don’t want to get too deep but this movie was a wake up call for so many people to see the differences in treatment and the expectations of a woman. This is just a tidbit of the deep message within the story of a Mattel doll. Something so small that represents so much more then themselves.

Greetings one of mah fave authors :) Hope you're doing well today 💖 Do you mind if I request for some yandere Damain Wayne x reader headcanons or a oneshot where the reader loves to write stuff on Wattpad and Tumblr? Oh, and will he let reader have her own Wattpad/ Tumblr account after he kidnaps her? But lol, imagine the chaos that would go down when people start saying that they love her 😂

Greeting to you as well one of my favorite authors,

I’m doing good thanks for asking ♡

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After Damian kidnapped his beloved he refused to let her have her phone for the longest time, he didn’t want her contacting anyone or talking to anyone that wasn’t him or his family. Of course, he tapped her phone with the bat computer so he would see any text or call sent out or received. But, to be safe he had Drake hack her phone and made it so she couldn’t even open the apps. But, after much begging he finally allowed her to use her favorite app Wattpad to read on. He had never used the app before so he didn’t know much about it other than she could read so he didn’t have much of a problem with it.

Y/N was an author on Wattpad as well, she wrote her own stories that gained quite a lot of traction before she was kidnapped and left it on a cliffhanger for months. So, when she finally posts once again her followers went crazy, they begged her to continue the story and she was so happy her story had so many views that she couldn’t deny them this.

Whenever Damian was out she worked on the story and one day Damian came home early and saw her typing.

“What are you doing My Beloved?” Damian spoke as he walked into the room he shared with her. She squealed and jumped slightly into the air from surprise and slight embarrassment.

“Im just writing a story on Wattpad.” Y/N spoke sheepishly and saved her work before swiping out of it. Damian rose an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.

“I’ll read it.” He spoke and walked over to the desk she sat at before grabbing her phone and walking over to the bed. She slightly chased after him but she knew she couldn’t prevent him from doing what he wanted.

He clicked view as reader on her story and began the first page, then the second and he kept reading even as she went and grabbed a book from the small library Damian had in his room that consisted only of her favorite books. He continued reading until he reach a page with a small number to the right of a paragraph.

He clicked on it and saw a bunch of comments pop up.

“This is so good.”

“Your writing is amazing!”

“I wonder what will happen next!”

He immediately was alarmed, she could contact people on Wattpad?! He didn’t know that when he allowed her to have the app.

“Y/N.” Damian spoke in a accusingly manner.

“Yes?” She spoke, slightly scared at his tone of voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me you can talk to other people on here?”

Her eyes widened, She knew Damian didn’t want her to be able to contact the outside world. To be honest, she hadn’t minded all that much when he kidnapped her. She didn’t have any family and very few people she could hardly consider friends.

Damian looked at her with a eyebrow raised and a slight scowl on his face.

“Hmm?” He questioned again after she didn’t respond.

“Well, I really never thought about it. I promise I never commented on other things before and I haven’t wrote anything in my stories.” Damian was slightly surprised but wouldn’t show it. “I mean… I like staying here with you. You care for me more than anyone else ever has.” Y/N spoke the last part quietly and quite sheepishly but he still heard making him grin. He turned back to the story after he kissed her forehead and he pulled her to lay on his chest as she read her book and he read hers. It was when he reached the latest chapter and saw the comments.

“This is so good! Please update!”

“Wow.”

“I love you-“

“I love your writing.”

“I love this!”

Damian saw the word pop up many times through the next comments and he was growing angry. Nobody loved her, not like he did. No one deserved to love his beloved, they were all unworthy.

“Y/N.” He spoke again with a harsh tone. She looked up at him and he stared directly into her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Who are these people? They keep saying ‘I love you’ and love this and love that! I love you! Not them!”

Damian was throwing a huge fit. He was deleting every single comment that contained the word ‘love’ in it and Y/N sat and watched him do so. She felt guilty as they were just compliments for her story and not actually her. He was standing as well, slightly pacing as he continued to dwell.

Once Damian had calmed down a little she walked over to him and held his face in her hands. He looked down at her and his eyes softened noticeably.

“It’s okay Damian. They aren’t really saying they love me, they mean the story. I have never even disclosed who I am on Wattpad. It’s just a pen name.” She attempted to ease but he still felt annoyed.

“But-“

“I know. You love me, they don’t really. They love my story. I appreciate there support of course but I am yours.”

He was stunned, of course she said it like that as he had drilled it into her head after he kidnapped her, that she was his. But it sounded better as it came out of her mouth. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips to shut it up which worked as he stood frozen for a second while she looked down sheepishly.

He gained back his senses and smirked before truly smiling for a second.

“I love you.” Damian said staring into her Y/E/C eyes. They were beautiful and bright, full of wonder as well.

“And I you.”

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Sorry this was short, I wasn’t sure what to put ♡

Is there any chance I could request for headcanons for yandere Damian Wayne with a reader who's literally fighting tooth and nail against him and keeps screaming "I have a black belt in karate and will kill you once I'm out of here!" Lol I'd LOVE to see his reaction 🤣😂

It has been almost a year since I’ve posted and I really want to get back into writing so here we go. This request is from a long time ago but I started on it and never finished it until now. Let’s hope it doesn’t suck.

Sorry the story didn’t turn out exactly how you requested. It’s my first writing I have done in awhile and I tried to just see where it went.

If you end up seeing this after all this time since you’ve made the request I hope you and anyone else who sees it like it 😆

Damian Wayne x reader (she/her pronouns used)

Warning: kidnapping mention and a few swear words

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Y/N was not cooperating with her kidnapper at all much to his dismay.

She refused, absolutely refused to be a damsel in distress, as she got older and when she watched the occasional Disney movie, she would be found yelling at the screen if they made a stupid decision about a boy. Don’t even get her started on beauty and the beast. Yes it was a love story about it’s whats on the inside that counts and she found it nice and all but she couldn’t ever see herself falling in love with someone who forced her to stay with them especially at the expense of someone she cared for.

The night she was taken; she was walking home from work. A white rag had found it’s way over her mouth and she thought she heard a slightly apologetic tone but she couldn’t make out what they said. She had woken up to being tied her up and locked in a room with her ankle tied to the bed with a very soft and silky yet unbreakable material much to her dismay. It allowed her space to go anywhere in the room, even the bathroom that was nearby but it couldn’t even get her close enough to reach the door handle.

Y/N didn’t know who kidnapped them and she was going to find out. She has been looking down, mapping the room in her head trying to think if she could recognize anything. But the room was oddly bare of personal touches. There was no photos of friends or family or even something that would indicate their favorite things. The room was decorated like something off of her Pinterest board, simple and dark look, all it needed were small decorations. The room even had a fully functioning bathroom with some noticeable changes that would prevent her escape such as the thickest most sturdy mirror she’d ever seen as well as a very small window that barely fit her arm. Once she was done looking around after finding nothing, she laid down on the bed exasperated before feeling like she had to do something. And in her mind the solution was to scream…

“I HAVE A BLACK BELT IN KARATE AND I WILL KILL YOU ONCE IM OUT OF HERE.” Of course she wouldn’t actually kill anybody if she had the choice but it wouldn’t have sounded as threatening if she just said she would just run away and forget it ever happened.

Just as she was about to scream at the top of her lungs once again, just to at least gain her kidnappers attention the door opened swiftly and a person stepped in before closing the door behind them and locking it tightly physically as well as a electronic lock with their phone, a program Tim had specially designed for the families significant others that weren’t necessarily there by choice at first due to the Yandere tendencies of the whole family, but they were moved into another room once they had in the families opinion ‘adapted’.

The figure turned back towards Y/N and she recognized him straight away and she didn’t know how to feel.

“Damian?!” Y/N called out in shock at the person who entered the room with a smirk on his face.

“Hello my beloved. I heard your threat, but we both know you do not take karate nor have you ever. You are too afraid to even hurt a spider. But that’s what I love most about you.”

Y/N didnt blush or at least she pretended she didn’t.

“What the actual fuck? Why am I here?” Y/N was trying to sound confident but that was hard when your childhood friend as well as crush was your kidnapper.

That was an unexpected turn.

The few hours within the room quickly became a few weeks then months. Y/N was still inside the room. She had fought hard to get Damian to let her go. She guilt tripped him and yelled at him.

“I know karate Damian! You don’t know everything about me! Now back off! Let me go! I’m tired of this room and I’m especially tired of all your bullshit.”

“And I know even more styles of fighting then you could dream of beloved, now eat the food Alfred made.”

She even hit him a few times although he had attempted to hug her so it was warranted in her opinion even if she was against being violent. No matter how much she liked him before she refused to like him now. Especially with how he refused to let her go.

If he handled it like any other person and asked her out the situation would be much less difficult.

hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!

Their Love

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!

Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)

Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader

You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.

Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.

Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.

They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.

But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.

Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.

Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.

Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.

You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.

“Hi.”

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.

“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.

Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))

You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…

“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.

“Uh rollerblade?”

“Yes. What size?”

“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”

Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.

“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.

“What are we even doing Ken?”

“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.

You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.

Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.

Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.

“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.

“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.

“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.

Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.

Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.

They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.

The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.

But then again… what did you have to lose?

Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.

Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.

They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.

Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.

Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!

So I guess your there to stay huh?

Ken really does give off Worshipper!Yandere vibes. He’s the type that would think you are literally flawless, the most wonderful and beautiful thing to ever exist and all he wants is for you to look at him

Ken x Fem.Reader

I wanted to expand on Ken so here is a short o little blurb

Warning: spoilers, fast-paced

Ken used to only have a good day of sterotypical Barbie smiled at him or even acknowledged him. That was until almost turning Barbieland into Kendom and taking over her Dreamhouse.

She of course told him to go find himself, make something of him that wasn’t associated with a girlfriend.

He really did try. For a whole 2 days.

That was until he saw Y/N Barbie.

She had been walking past him down the street when he saw her. It was as if a ethereal beauty dropped down from the sky. Well, some Barbie’s did drop from the sky, After all who needs stairs in Barbieland.

Y/N Barbie had a slight distase for the blonde Ken. After all he did brainwash all of her friends into something demeaning. But a part of her realizes he didn’t want to hurt them, he just want to be recognized. He was hurt and when someone’s hurt their actions sometimes aren’t led by logic.

“Hi Ken”

Ken stared at Y/N for a moment, frozen. He snapped out of it and quickly turned on his ‘charm’.

“H-Hi Y/N!” He smiled brightly at her as the girl in question gave him a polite smile and was about to continue on her way before he lightly grabbed her wrist.

“What are you up to today?”

“I was just going to go shopping. I want some new clothes for the party tonight.”

Ken immediately saw the opportunity.

“Can I keep you company?”

Y/N Barbie was hesitant. She heard the whole ‘you aren’t your girlfriend speech’ and she didn’t thing it was possible for someone to move on within two days. But a part of her was battling her, begging her to say yes. After all, Y/N never had a Ken.

“Um… Sure Ken!”

And that was the day everything changed between them two.

Ken followed her around the store. If she even admired it long enough he would grab it and hold it for her. By the end of the trip he had quite a few clothes in his arms but he wasn’t even tired. Only asking if you wanted anything else.

Then you two went out for food.

He took you to the fanciest restaurant in Barbieland. One that the Barbies and Kens would go to on dates which was quite obvious to Y/N but she couldn’t bring herself to mention it.

Then the two of you thought it would be a wonderful idea to go run along the beach. Of course Ken was all for it. He was of course a professional Beacher. The other Barbies, Kens, and even Allen so you guys together and were curious. All with the same thought

“Well that’s new.”

They didn’t mind all too much. Although Allen was slightly concerned. You are the closest person to him and he was worried Ken wouldn’t treat you the best. Of course they are friends, after all Allen is ‘Kens buddy and all his clothes fit him’ but it was a natural platonic instinct to be cautious

Next you shared a ice cream cone and even played a game of Volleyball. It was the perfect day, which was expected in Barbieland. Even when the world had changes it still found a way to be perfect for its inhabitants.

As the shining sun went down Ken finally drove you back to your own dreamhouse for you to get ready.

He had opened your door for you, grabbing your hand to lead you out, and walked you to the door. But he didn’t want to push it for once so he was about to leave. He couldn’t risk losing you like Stereotypical Barbie. Even though he was a lot more nervous for you than he ever was with her.

This time, Ken wrist was the one whose was grabbed.

“Would you like to come in?”

Ken could only stare in shock. Barbie never let him in. Y/N did.

“Yes.”

That was the single word that solidified Kens love, forever. Y/N was his and luckily, they don’t die. So it truly is forever.