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waaayoutofline · 7 days ago

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Murder On The Dancefloor (part 3)

(from the When the Cat and the Mouse Go For a Midnight Dance series) | Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Vigilante!Reader x Agent!Natasha

Summary: Natasha isn’t having the best of luck in trying to bring one of the ex Hydras general down. You however may be able to assist her. Will you two be able to cooperate? Or is it your fate to always stand on opposite teams?

Warnings: Nothing too explicit. Just angst-

WORD COUNT: 3849

A / N: Helloo! So, this is a lengthy one. Remember when I said that this was a trilogy? Well, clearly not-There will be at least one more xd Thank you all for reading and interacting <3

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When it came to Agent Natasha Romanoff, the word easy was never in your vocabulary. If anything, your dynamic was the opposite. Between the two — both so different, so stubborn and set in your own ways—peace never had a chance to take root.

But as you two glided onto the dance floor with a scary synchronization, an old ‘70s song playing softly, that elusive word was the only one that came close to describing the moment.

It was staggeringly, painfully easy.

The redhead took the lead almost instantly, with a grace and serenity that seemed worlds away from her usual strict persona. The lights cast errant glimmers of gold and silver over her, making her pale skin seem to glow. The faint scent of her perfume left a trace in the air that you couldn’t help to notice.

In these fleeting instances, the woman you’d been at odds with for years seemed subtly, strangely changed.

As if swaying to the beat, guiding you effortlessly through each step, was something she was born to do—like reuniting with an old friend from the past.

You might’ve been confident in your own skill, but you were briefly relieved that Natasha clearly knew what she was doing. If you hadn’t known her better, you might have mistaken her for any of the prestigious dancers here.

Struck by the unfamiliarity of the moment, you were startled back by the countdown of Ethan Cole.

“One, two, three, one!” With that, the music changed to a more upbeat song, and everyone sprung into action.

With a firm grip on your waist, Natasha pulled you closer to her, her lips lightly gracing your ear. You could feel the warmth of her body contrasting against your usually chilled skin.

”So, what now?” She blurts out, straight to the point. You create some just enough distance to blink up at her innocently.

“Oh, whatever do you mean?” You asked sweetly. The redhead didn’t even blink as she stared you down with an unimpressed look.

”Please, we both know you're not planning on winning this with the honour of sportsmanship, so let's cut down the chase.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Oh, perhaps she did know you.

“But that’s my favourite part!” You practically whined.

She was right, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to let season veterans surpass you so easily. “You wound me, Natasha. I can play nice, y’know.” You defy, but she merely looks at you.

“Perhaps. But you don't really want to, do you?” She mutters, lowly enough to almost get engulfed by the base notes of the song. But you hear it loud and clear, the words sending a pang of excitement which further increases as you see the tiniest of smiles graze her lips. “So, who is it going to be first? The Barbie and Ken you have been eying up since we first arrived? Or perhaps that one couple who just came out from a 70s disco ball special magazine?

Your smirk went into a full-blown grin. ”Ah, perhaps some of my mischievousness has rubbed off on you.” You taunted defiantly.

“You wish” She scoffed, now with a small smirk of her own. This was no different from your usual banter, but instead of the underlying aggressiveness, there was just harmless playfulness. It felt familiar but strange all the same.

“Just…-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes with a playful huff. “Don’t worry. It’ll be a… bloodless murder on the dance floor. Just try not to kill the groove, and we’ll get that pass.”

Natasha arched an eyebrow at your quip, a glint of challenge in her eye. Before you could process it, she pulled you in close, spinning you around with a swift, practised move. In an instant, you found yourself pressed against her, her hand settling confidently on your hips.

Heat flushed your cheeks as her face leaned in close to your ear, her breath warm against your skin. You could practically feel the overconfidence radiate off of her when she whispered, “Oh you got it twisted Raven. You will be the one trying to keep up with me.”

You gulped, not really knowing how to react to this sudden shift in her attitude. No, you were the one who usually teased her, not the other way around. It was throwing you slightly off balance.

After another beat, she spun you around again, bringing you face to face. You pray to the high heavens that she doesn’t notice the slight pink on your cheeks.

As if on cue, a call of ‘The all together’ rang out. In the blink of an eye, the dancers fell into a line formation, their bodies synchronized, down to the stomps on the ground. Arms raised in a clap, performing a series of dramatic moves in perfect unison.

You seized the brief moment of distance from your peers to gather your thoughts. This wasn’t the time to lose focus. No, you were here for a reason. This time there was something higher at stake.

Natasha distracting you shouldn’t even be a factor! But ever since stepping onto the floor, it was as though she had done a complete 180 on you.

The intensity rose, some couples are already being disqualified, but there were still too many people left, you realized. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. Concentrate, Raven.

Graciously, Natasha seemed to float above the air as she reached for you again. Once you two were together again, you scanned the other participants' positions, trying to find an opening.

A sigh escapes you, thinking how easy it could have all this been if Natasha didn’t force you to play nice.

As the two of you engaged in some movements, you eyes landed on the various couples. Some were already moving with impressive confidence, reaching cockiness.

You cursed softly under your breath. This just barely started and you already have seen someone being spun through the air like a helicopter.

But if they think they are going to get away with victory, you are going to prove them wrong.

”Move us to the right.” You mutter in her ear as she pulls you in close after yet another crossed movement. Surprisingly enough, the redhead complies, easily moving you around to where you desired.

Rolling away, you “accidentally” flex your leg, just in the nick of time to make a woman trip and fall on her backside.

There was a commotion as the girl’s partner stumbled, desperately trying to catch her up, but it was too late. One of the judges noticed the mistake and promptly disqualified the two.

The girl, red-faced with fury and indignation, started throwing accusations in your direction, her words growing more frantic as she was pulled away by her partner—and eventually by Cole himself, who seemed to have none of it. Her protests were muffled by the booming call of the “All Together.”

Natasha stepped up beside you, gawking.

“What?” you said, shrugging and refusing to look her way. “It got the job done, didn’t it?

Her lack of answer was enough for you.

Your attention shifted to an obnoxiously coordinated trio of men directly in front of you. You rolled your eyes, already setting your sights on them. Before you could make your move, Natasha’s hands found their way to your hips, effortlessly guiding your body to the rhythm.

Her movements were fluid, her touch steady, and your coordination fell perfectly in line as though you two have been practising this for weeks. Was there anything she wasn’t good at? You asked yourself in a mix of confusion and subtle admiration. Not that you would ever confess the last one of course.

As she extended both your arms outward, her free hand brushed over your shoulder in a deliberate motion. Your breath hitched, your eyes fluttering slightly at the unexpected gentleness. You weren’t used to this—weren’t used to her like this.

“I know that glint,” she muttered near your ear, her voice knowing. “Got another victim in your sights, don’t you?”

You hummed in confirmation as you guided her with your eyes to the next person to sabotage, not trusting your voice to sound steady. Natasha caught on to your plan as you slipped from her grasp, gracefully executing a cross-body turn.

She was quick to guide you back into rhythm as you swooped in, swiftly grabbing the thin strap of one of the competitors’ dresses. With a tug, the whole dress fell, pooling at the woman’s feet.

A gasp escaped the blonde as she scrambled to cover herself, fleeing in panic with her partner chasing after her.

“That was mean,” Natasha admonished, though the laugh she barely stifled betrayed her. The corners of her lips twitched upward, and for a moment, the guarded edge that so often was present in your exchanges softened under the shimmering light of the mirror ball.

“Oh? Is Agent Romanoff actually having fun?” you teased, unable to hide your delight at the rare shift in her demeanour.

Natasha huffed, but the faintest trace of a smile lingered on her lips, betraying her amusement.

It caught you off guard. The usual tension and harshness that defined your… relationship, seemed to dissolve in the glimmering light. For once, there was no mission, no stakes—just the two of you, sharing a laugh in a moment that felt painfully human. Having a nice, casual moment

A voice laughed mockingly in your head at that.

This went on for a while to the point where even less people remained. The only issue was that the quality of them was also notoriously good.

Through the speakers, one judge announce a small break time. The competitors were expected to keep a bit of a groove going, but it was also a chance to grab some refreshments. It did give you an idea.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you said softly, stepping away from Natasha. Before she could ask what you were about to do, you managed to slip through the crowd, your movements fluid enough to blend in with the rhythm of the room.

Spotting the drinks table ahead, you made your way toward it, gliding with purpose. You glanced around, making sure the coast was clear, then discreetly twisted the hidden compartment on your ring, revealing a small amount of white powder. Just as you were about to mix it into the lemonade, a familiar presence stopped you.

Natasha.

This time, she succeeded in intercepting you, catching your wrist. Her grip was firm but not rough.

“Raven—” She started, with doubt. It wasnt as accusatory as usual, but it had enough distrust.

“Natasha,” you interrupted, mimicking her tone, though the seriousness on her face made you falter slightly.

The playfulness from earlier was briefly diminished, replaced with a slightly sharper gaze that meant business.

Of course. You were briefly enchanted by your timed truce. Natasha’s trust in you still remained as fragile as always.

You sighed, deciding to drop the act. “Geez relax, I’m not poisoning anyone. It’s just laxatives,” you admitted with a chuckle. “Lame, I know, but effective.”

Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, searching for any sign of deceit. But you held her gaze steadily, unflinching. After a tense moment, she finally released your arm. “Thank you,” you said while forcing a grin, stepping past her toward the table.

You didn’t know why her distrust stung, it wasn’t like the two of you were friends.

“Now shoo—you’ll scare off the boys.” You winked with an overexaggerated enthusiastic expression before turning back to your task, feeling her eyes linger on you for a moment longer before she moved away. Quickly putting in the powder, you stirred the drinks, stood pretty and waited.

Quickly enough, the trio of men from before approached you, each one wearing what they likely thought were “million-dollar” smiles. You greeted them warmly enough, keeping your expression as unassuming as possible.

“Hey there. Saved some drinks for us?” one asked cockily.

Feigning shyness, you nodded and held out the drinks.

“I’ve been watching you,” another added, his voice dripping with confidence. “Quite the pretty thing with some decent moves, aren’t ya?” His eyes gave you a once-over, and you fought the urge to roll your own. Oh, you’d been watching them too, alright.

You accepted the compliment with a small, bashful smile as they eagerly grabbed their drinks, clearly parched.

They didn’t hesitate, drinking quickly. It didn’t take long for discomfort to show on their faces. Their grins faltered, replaced by pained grimaces, and just as quickly as they had arrived, they were stumbling away, clutching their stomachs.

You finished your own drink with a satisfied grin, which you quickly replaced with one of feigned confusion.

However, your moment of triumph didn’t last long. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Montgomery’s sharp gaze locked onto you.

You froze briefly, then scanned the dance floor for Natasha, only to realize that she had noticed too. When her eyes met yours across the room, an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between you.

Before you could process what was happening, Natasha moved swiftly. Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the participants crowding the drink table, she slipped out of sight, disappearing behind the curtains. A moment later, you caught a glimpse of her grabbing Montgomery—the older woman’s face twisting in surprise—before they both vanished from the floor entirely.

You blinked, momentarily stunned.

Huh. You didn’t think she had it in her to play along with your games.

She soon enough came out of the shadows, moving towards you as if nothing happened, just in time for the dance to resume. Guiding you yet again to the dance floor, you couldn’t help but so sneaker. She huffs while moving to position.

“That was reckless.” She comments. You shrug, hands returning to your rightful place.

“What’s life without a little risk? Besides, now we only have two judges to care for.” She doesn’t look necessarily pleased with your justification, but relentless nonetheless.

“Spin me around.” You muttered, subtly patting your chest with your free hand. Always observant, Natasha caught the motion, her curiosity piqued as her eyes followed the movement. When she didn’t respond, you felt slightly put off.

“Natasha?” you called again, your tone playfully insistent.

When her gaze finally locked with yours, you seized the moment, winking with a knowing smirk and raising your eyebrow, questioning.

It could have been the rising temperature or the suffocating heat of the lights, but you were certain the blush that crept up to her ears was very real. Ah, got caught.

She was embarrassed, you realized. It felt a bit nice, seeing for once the imperfect and human person under the secretive superspy. Not that she would ever really show you willingly, you thought.

Finally, she lifted both your arms with deliberate ease, guiding you into a smooth spin. With flawless timing, you used the momentum to grab the butter packet you snatched from the snack table, flicking it right under the heel of a currently spinning dancer.

Grinning with satisfaction, you watched as the pair stumbled when she slipped and lost their footing, resulting in yet another immediate disqualification.

This pattern continued throughout the night. Your personal favourite moment came when you managed to slip one of your lacy thongs into the pocket of an unsuspecting male dancer. The garment was just visible enough for his partner to spot it, her face twisting in fury before she slapped him hard across the cheek.

Hiding in Natasha’s arms, you parted away from her chest as if startled by the scene, gasping dramatically.

“Wasn’t that one too far?” Natasha murmured, her tone low, brushing past playful. “I think you just broke a relationship.”

You shrugged, your smirk teasing as you feigned innocence. “Hey, I paid the price,” you said with a light-hearted tone, but then your grin turned sharper, your eyes glinting with mischief. You leaned in as if to share a secret. “I looked really, really good in those.”

Your voice dipped just enough to charge the air, and as you pulled back, you met Natasha’s gaze through your lashes, your head tilted ever so slightly in a challenge.

You didn’t miss the way her breath hitched. The mask of her usual composure faltered, her eyes darkening ever so slightly as her grip on your waist tightened. For a fraction of a second, you felt her fingers curl against you, her control slipping.

“Careful,” she said finally, her voice low and rough, almost a warning.

She knew what you were doing. You were using the same techniques that seemed to be engraved in you. The seductiveness, the calculated teasing. A mechanism.

It was one thing that set her off, not knowing when the real you started or ended.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m just practising.” This made Natasha’s eyebrows furrow, a characteristic wrinkle appearing right above her nose bridge when she was confused. You always noticed it because, well, it was probably the expression you made her feel the most.

“The slick brunette seems to hold Harper’s attention. I’m going to redirect it to me,” you said with confidence. But before you could head to the judge’s table, something tugged at you.

Ugh, Natasha couldn’t seem to let you go. If it were any other circumstance, you’d be flattered, really.

You turned around again, fully expecting a judging look and a disapproving frown. Or even something you were all too familiar with in your life—people who looked at you as if you were a nuisance, always glancing down at you from above their shoulders.

But no, what you encountered was… worry. A strange, almost foreign expression in Natasha’s repertoire that she had reserved for you, and one you’d never seen directed at you.

But there was no mistaking it. Her eyes seemed to glimmer, her lips tugging downward in clear displeasure. Her mouth opened slightly, but only a shaky breath escaped for a few seconds before she seemed to regain her composure.

You had never seen this kind of worry on her face, not when it came to you.

Finally, Natasha straightened, her body language shifting into something calmer, almost careful, as she stepped toward you.

“There’s no need for that.” she said, her voice soft, as if she were trying not to scare you away.

Still confused by the sudden change, you tilted your head up to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before,” you replied, trying to sound casual.

Her expression, however, didn’t relent. The weight of her concern hung heavy in the air, and you hated it. You hated the shift in the atmosphere, the way her focus seemed entirely locked on you, unyielding. It was making you restless.

This just didn’t happen between you two. It couldn’t.

Your dynamic was never like this, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a spark of resentment at her sudden change.

You’d bantered, teased, and danced around each other almost two years now. You couldn’t allow her to start caring—not like this.

“But you don’t have to.” she shot back firmly, as if sensing your inner turmoil. “I just…we have an actual shot at winning now. Let’s just keep doing what we’ve been doing until now.”

You huffed, glancing around as if to find some excuse to shake this off. “Natasha, look around. We’re down to the final six. Any trick we pull won’t go unnoticed now.” You tried to sound exasperated, but there was a small tremor in your voice. “C’mon, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with him,” you added, trying to inject your usual teasing tone, but it came out with a shaken breath of desperation.

Desperate for her to return to normal. Desperate for her to stop caring so suddenly and openly. Desperate for things to go back to the way they were. You couldn’t stand this.

Your banter with Agent Romanoff was one of the few steady things in your life. It was entertaining yet distant, predictable yet invigorating—like a perfectly choreographed dance. It was something you relied on, something easy and familiar. Something you desperately needed.

“Don't say that just— I know that you can, but why do it just now? I…we—are going to find another way that doesn’t involve you seducing the pig.” She insisted. As if also, somehow, begging. You didn’t need to hear the words between the lines to understand. You could see it in her.

You both knew it. Not only that, but you were both trained for it—trained to wield your bodies like mere tools for any ends, stripped of your identities for however long it was necessary to get the job done. But the weight of that knowledge, the sheer detachment it demanded, always gnawed at your soul, voracious and unrelenting.

You two fought. She clearly disliked you. So why was she acting like she worried?

It wasn’t meant to be like this. You both weren’t meant to be like this. Frustration starts to build at her sudden change. How dare she take this away from the briefest of moments?

But this wasn’t Natasha, you realized as you dared to meet her gaze again. Her stormy sea-green eyes had shifted into something softer, something more vibrant—a glimmering jade.

No, this wasn’t Natasha Romanoff.

This was a rough sketch of Natalia Alianova Romanova.

A mystery you hadn’t unravelled.

For the first time since meeting her, you felt your blood drum faster, your chest tightening with a nervousness you hadn’t experienced in years. You had always known how to handle the ruthless, unflinching Agent Romanoff. But standing before Natalia?

You were at a loss.

And you were too weak to handle it.

Releasing an exasperated breath, you broke the now unbearable eye contact and drew in a steadying breath. This was going too far—you wouldn’t, couldn’t, let it. So, when you opened your eyes again, any trace of Y/N Y/L/N faded into the recesses of your mind, locked away and chained.

When you spoke to her again, it wasn’t you any more, not quite—it was Raven. Every grin, every flicker of movement, every perfectly placed mannerism was calculated, deliberate, practised.

You saw the realization hit her, the weight of it sinking like an anchor in the sea-green depths of Natasha’s irises. Her expression barely shifted, but you could feel it. The tension, the shift, the subtle acknowledgment that you had drawn a line between you both, a barrier she wasn’t meant to cross. But she did.

”Don’t worry, Agent. I’ll get us those passes.” You smirk, overconfident, but even you could feel the detachment in your own voice.

Slipping away, you managed to avoid her brief disappointment. Finally being able to just breathe normally, you shook your head.

Something between you and Natasha had shifted. You felt it in the erratic thrumming of your heart, like a bird desperate to escape its cage, and the faint tremble in your knees that betrayed your composure. You didn’t know how to handle it—weren’t even sure if you could.

At the table, your hands quivered, a crack in the carefully constructed mask you wore. With a subtle clench of your fists and a steadying breath, you forced the tremor away, slipping into the practised ease of a smile. Whatever had just passed between you and Natasha—it couldn’t matter.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

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ru-fiction · 1 year ago

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Playground Rivals: Ken x Male Reader

Chapter 2~ Yes and lie about it

Raquelle watched Barbie pull her younger sibling in, whispering something she couldn't hear. It bothered her to see them close, she knew they were friendly towards each other but her brother would tell her if he was friends with Barbie....

Right?

Raquelle watched the smile on Barbie's face get wider.

Raquelle had never known a Barbie to not be smiling.

She found it annoying that they were always so happy when everyone else wasn't.

On the other hand she loved seeing her brothers smile, they were the only dolls that mattered to her.

Barbie pulled the (h/c) boy into a hug, excitedly jumping up and down, the boy held his arms out so that the ice cream didn't fall. A big smile made its way on to the boy's lips as he pulled back looking at his blonde friend.

They had to have been friends. Raquelle wasn't stupid, that was too strong a reaction for them to not be.

Ken noticed Raquelle watching the two dolls in front of her. He tapped Y/n's shoulder nodding his head to the brunette. The boy turned to look at his sister, Her face didn't show anything but her eyes said everything. She lifted her finger gesturing for him to come back. Y/n gave Barbie a nod before heading back to his siblings, Ice cream in hand.

"We're leaving."

Ryan looked at his twin, he had been in the middle of a conversation with a Midge.

"Right now?"

"Yes right now."

He gave her an annoyed look before shrugging, he smiled at Midge getting a smile back.

"You said it was tonight right?"

"Yeah, I hope I'll see you there."

He gives her a wink and earns a giggle in return.

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The drive to the house was excruciating. Every attempt to lighten the mood was stopped the moment Raquelle turned her icy stare on the two dolls.

Once they pulled into the lawn, Raquelle quickly exited the car and headed to her room. Ryan slowly rubs the back of his dejected sibling beside him who figured he was the reason Raquelle was upset.

Ryan and Y/n entered the house and each headed to their own room. The air was tense and everyone just needed a moment to themselves.

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Y/n sits on his bed playing on his black guitar that had a picture of him and his siblings faces on it. He was playing 'Get your sparkle on,' He turned to look at the sticker clock on the wall. He gets up after a few minutes and heads to his closet which opens up as he gets close to it.

He looks around for a little bit, Barbie said the theme was 'Silver and gold shower at the Disco.' He had to find the perfect outfit. He looks around a little bit more before smiling.

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He walks out of his room heading towards the front door, he stops when he notices both of the twins were now in the living room, sitting on the cheetah print couch watching TV. He tries to sneak past, hoping they wouldn't notice him leave.

"Stop."

Maybe she was talking to Ryan.

"Y/n, I said stop."

Oh shoot. Y/n grimaces then slowly turns towards his siblings with a wry smile on his face, he finds both of them already looking in his direction.

"Where are ya headed?"

Ryan looks amused by the situation his brother was in and Raquelle just stares at the boy blankly, her eyebrow slightly raised. Why did they have to catch him?

"Um..I was just headed out."

Y/n hides it well but Raquelle could see the nervous look that flashed in his eyes for that split second.

"Where?"

"Y'know."

"No, we don't."

Ryan laughs at Y/n as he starts to hide his hands behind his back and fidget with his fingers. Now he had to lie.

Y/n didn't like to lie. It didn't mean that he didn't lie but he was definitely not good at it.

He was especially bad at lying to Raquelle, she knew him entirely too well.

But today he was on a mission so he needed to have at least a believable one.

"I'm headed to the beach."

"We just came from there."

"Yeah I know but...Ken invited me to hang out."

He snaps his finger and points at his siblings to emphasize his point. Raquelle squints her eyes at him clearly not buying it.

"When did he do that? We were with you when Ken was around."

Seriously Raquelle....

"Not Ken, Kennnn."

Ryan pats Raquelle's arm making her look at him.

"The one that he went to get ice cream with."

Thank you Ryan.

"He doesn't even hang out with that Ken."

"YES I DO!!"

The two pairs of eyes quickly falls on the boy making him shrink a little, he didn't mean for that to be loud but he needed them to believe that he was doing anything else.

"I hang out with Ken's whole squad."

The two study his face for a little, looking for any signs of him lying. He knew what they were doing and quickly hid any emotion from his face. Ryan looked like he bought it, smiling at the younger boy, Raquelle squints her eyes at him for a few more seconds before relenting. She shrugs her shoulders and looks towards the TV.

Raquelle knew he was lying. They couldn't lie to her but she assumed it was because he didn't want Ryan knowing about him and Ken.

Raquelle personally liked Ken.

At first it was romantically and who could blame her but now it was more on the friendly side.

Ken was the first doll that ever talked to her. When you've lived a life feeling like no one cares, it was nice to have someone who did besides her siblings of course.

The two would hang out every now and then and just talk about how they felt. She trusted him almost as much as she did her siblings and it was hard to get her trust.

He didn't judge her and she didn't judge him. That was enough.

She liked the idea of Him being with her brother, she thought they were cute together.

If it wasn't for the other Barbies and Kens, she believed Ken wouldn't be afraid to make a move on her brother in public.

Ryan gets up, grabs his keys and throws them to Y/n.

"Just make sure you make it to the show on time. You know the Kens are bad at keeping time."

Y/n salutes at him before heading out the door. He lets out a breath of relief when he makes his way to the car.

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The Barbies start a dance, Stereotypical Barbie stands in the front leading it with two other Barbies. They flip their hair twice twisting their bodies along with movement, They roll their arms in air bring them down as they turn and swing them side to side, the other two Barbies leave as the spot light lands on Stereotypical Barbie who makes a 'come follow me' motion, the rest of the Barbies move forward towards the middle where she stands

The party was lively, They danced in between the dream houses, a disco ball lights the area. All the Barbies look like they're having fun dancing with each other, each just as perfect as the last. Barbies all dressed up in something glittery, Kens all wearing white jumpsuits with the little golden K, Allan wearing a dress shirt and pants with suspenders and Midges wearing dresses.

Ken was leaning on one of the columns rolling his shoulder to the beat and making funny faces, Kingsley!Ken stood next to him just watching the Barbies and nodding his head to the beat.

The Barbies all jump in sync, swaying their hips to the beat and moving to turn. Allan also jumped along with the Barbies, swinging his arms in the air twice. A pregnant Midge was on the other side of the dance floor trying to dance.

Stereotypical Barbie comes back in the center surrounded by Kens. They all stand next to each other, taking a step forward each time their right arm comes up and then down. Barbie then gets lifted by her arms by two of the Kens. They kick their legs to the side and pull back in, Barbie steps back when the two Kens lay on the ground kicking their legs up. She winks and claps along with the song.

Ken smiles at the girl's energy, Ken nudges him eyes gleaming in mischief, Ken just shakes his head at him while laughing. He stops when he notices Simu!Ken pop up next to Barbie, she smiles at him.

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Ken."

Ken looks at them slightly upset. Jealous he couldn't dance with the guy he wanted, since he couldn't be here but also just annoyed because it was Ken dancing with Barbie.

Barbie spins getting lifted by the Ken to her left, She spreads her arms and lifts her knee before landing flat on the ground when he carefully places her down. Simu!Ken grabs her hand and spins her so she's back to the left of him.

"Looking good, Barbie."

"Thanks, Ken."

Ken's frown deepens, Why couldn't he be here? Ken looked at his friend in worry as he hit his chest with the golden champagne glass in his hand. Ken starts to shimmy his way over next to Barbie tired of just sitting there and watching, Ken places the glass down and follows suit not wanting to stand by himself.

The two join the line, they stretch their right arm in front of them and move into a thrust when they pull their arm back four times and clap in unison. Barbie notices Ken beside her and smiles at him as she continues to dance.

"Oh, Hi, Ken."

"Hehe, Hi."

"Hi Barbie."

"BARBIES!!"

Barbie leaves to go talk to the other Barbies leaving Ken to dance next to his friend on one side and his rival on the other. He frowns at that, he doesn't get to dance with the guy he wants and the girl he was 'supposed' to want left him to dance alone, well not entirely alone.

"What's up, Ken?"

The Kens do a little disco move, all jumping in the air and then break dancing in unison. They all slid across the floor landing in a pose, they had all practice that part for hours after the Barbies said that they could be included in their choreography. Simu!Ken however stands as the other Kens stay in place. He walks in the direction of the Barbies getting their attention.

"Hey, Barbie. Check me out."

He does a back hand spring into a flip and smirks down at Ken.

"Bet you can't do a flip like that, Ken!"

He flips his hair back sparkles following his finger tips as he does so. Ken just glares at him. Of course he would take the spotlight. The Kens finally get up as the Barbies take the middle again. Kingsley!Ken meets up with Ncuti!Ken and the two start to chat as Ken goes off to the side away from the others.

Ken finds a spot shaking his head with a deep frown on his face as Ken starts talking about his day to Allan, who just smiled and nodded along. Ken starts bobbing his head to the beat again watching Barbie talk to the others, he didn't notice a figure creeping up on him until someone's fingers were squeezing his sides. Ken jumped at the feeling of someone touching him causing the other person to laugh, Ken quickly faces the person recognizing the laugh.

"You almost gave me a heart attack."

Ken light pushes the (h/c) haired boy making him laugh harder. Ken just smiles at the sight of the boy in front of him.

"What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come?"

Y/n motions for him to come forward, Ken moves his face closer to the other doll.

"I snuck out."

Ken was shocked at that.

Ken wouldn't have expected this from Y/n, he's usually glued to the hip of the twins.

He barely got any one on one time with him unless Raquelle distracted Ryan.

But hey at least he gets to see him.

"Well sorta. I kinda got caught sneaking out but they don't know I'm here."

Ken just shakes his head smiling at the boy. They stared into each other's eyes for a while before Ken's started to move down the other boy's body studying his clothes. Ken was confused, Y/n was wearing a black shirt and black pants. He decided to make a joke out of it.

"Kinda off theme, trying to start some trends?"

Y/n just rolled his eyes and smirked before ripping off the shirt and pants revealing, his silver dress shirt that sparkled in the disco light and white pants. His eyes shine a little as he meets Ken's again, his smile gets bigger the more Ken stares. Ken's jaw falls open seeing him, Ken thought he was the sexiest doll he had ever seen.

"I kinda like you staring at me."

Ken smiles.

"I kinda like staring at you."

He reaches for the other doll's hand, leaning in slightly...

"You guys ever think about dying?"

What?!

The whole party stopped. Everyone turned to look at Barbie, confusion played on everyone's face. Was this a common thing? It was really awkward.

"I don't know why I just said that."

Barbie was embarrassed, Y/n seen that look plenty of times to know. No matter how she tried to hide it with a smile, Y/n could see it in her eyes.

She looks up, balling her hands to the side, smile still on her face.

"I'm just dying...to dance!!"

The party continued back up, everyone dancing again. Y/n and Ken just looked at Barbie, she was smiling and dancing but she was off. The two boys looked at each other clearly worried.

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A slow song was now playing, courtesy of Ken. The Kens were all told to dance with their Barbies so Y/n sat on the side, wishing he was in Barbie's place right now.

Barbie and Ken did not want to do this. They had smiles on their faces and their arms were around each other but there was plenty of space in between them.

Barbie was looking elsewhere and Ken kept looking at Y/n. At this moment he wanted him in his arms not Barbie.

If he could he would pull him right over here and show the others what real love was but unfortunately he couldn't. So he and Barbie were stuck with each other.

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The party was coming to a close, the Kens and Barbies were saying goodbye. It was girls night, a dreaded word for most Kens.

"I wish we had a guys night."

"We sort of have guys night."

"It's more of a roommate situation."

The guys walk off a little leaving Barbie and Ken alone. The two stand in front of each other waiting, Barbie looks around and Ken just stares at his feet tapping.

"Stop that."

"Sorry."

They wait a little bit more. Crickets chirping around them. Barbie just smiles at Ken.

"Wow..."

Ken felt so out of place here.

"You can go now."

"I was waiting for Y/n."

"Why?"

Ken just smiles.

"We're going to a concert tonight."

"Oh. Whose of?"

"Ryan and Y/n."

"Oh."

Barbie looks down sadly. She didn't know Y/n had a concert tonight, she would have liked to go but it was girls night.

The boy runs out from Barbie's dream house with some plastic cake in hand.

"Your house is huge Barbie."

"Thanks."

Barbie pulls the boy into a tight hug, rubbing his back before letting go.

"You guys have a good one."

She heads over to the dream house with the screaming Barbies inside. She felt sad that she was missing something so important to her friend.

"Hey Kens!!!"

All the Kens turned towards the main Ken. He puts his arm around the other boy's shoulder.

"I know where we can have guys night."

Cheers followed.

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Ryan paced back and forth, nervously looking at the clock on the wall. The backstage door opens revealing a laughing Y/n, Ryan lets out a sigh of relief.

"You're here. Thank goodness."

"Did you ever doubt me?"

"Yes."

Ryan grabs the other boy's hand and pulls him towards the dressing room, where two outfits were hanging up.

"Ready?"

Y/n sends him a confident smile and starts to get dressed.

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Raquelle looked around sadly. The stadium was empty, not that it normally wasn't but it would be nice for someone to actually come to one of these things.

She looked down not ready to see the disappointed looks on her brothers faces when the doors to the stadium bursts open, a crowd of rowdy Kens walking in. She was shocked to say the least when Ken walked next to her and sent her a smile.

"I'm here."

The lights at the stadium goes off, Kens look around curious about what was gonna happen, they were brimming with excitement. Raquelle smiled as she watched them. The stage starts to glow in a red light, the Kens instantly start cheering.

"I really appreciate that."

The flat screen on stage lit up, playing a silent video of Ryan playing his guitar. She playfully rolled her eyes at him. Red smoke starts to fill the stage, the sound of a guitar starts to fill the air. Ken smiled, hyped by the display in front of him before anything even happened.

"Wooooo!!!"

"Yeaaahhh!!"

The lights around the stage start turning red and orange as a platform above the stage starts coming down.

"I turn my cheer music up and I'm puffing my chest. I'm getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed. It's not your fault if they hover, I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish..."

The platform lands on the stage, Y/n steps down from it with his black guitar in hand that has small pictures of him and his siblings. He wore a red shirt with a black leather jacket and leather pants with some black boots. A picture of Y/n playing the drums appears on the screen.

"I still get jealous."

Ryan runs onto the stage from out of the smoke. He wore a black shirt with a red band jacket and black pants with some red dress shoes.

"You're too sexy beautiful and everyone wants a taste. That's why..."

"I still get jealous!!"

"You're too sexy beautiful and everyone wants a taste. That's why..."

"I still get jealous!!"

Y/n holds the note a little longer and starts changing the beat on his guitar. Ryan stomps the ground and it turns gold under his feet, spreading until it reaches the end of the stage.

"Oh no. See you walkin' 'round like it's a funeral."

The two boys walk towards the edge of the stage and down the stairs.

"So serious, girl, why those feet cold? We just gettin' started, don't you tiptoe, tiptoe, ah"

Ryan walks up to Raquelle and pulls her on stage, Y/n motions for Ken to join them much to Ryan's dismay.

"Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece."

Ryan and Raquelle motion to themselves. Y/n put his arm around Ken.

"You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me.''

Ryan and Raquelle bump hips clearly having fun.

"You're a real life fantasy, you're a real life fantasy."

Y/n winks at Ken, making him blush.

"But you movin' so carefully, let's start living dangerously."

Y/n remembered writing that part about Ken because he was always worried about what other people would say about them.

Y/n personally didn't care about all that and tried his best to get Ken to care a little less which worked for a little bit but the voice inside was always there.

"TALK TO ME BABY!!"

The lights flicker between orange and red again, little golden flakes fall from the ceiling. The Kens start to go crazy over that.

"I'm goin' blind from this sweet, sweet cravin'"

The screen starts showing a video of Ryan and Y/n learning to dance for the first time.

"Let's lose our minds and go plastic crazy."

Ryan starts trying to whip his hair.

"I-I-I-I-I, Keep on hopin' we'll eat the cake by the ocean."

The group goes on stage again. The siblings do a kick ball change into a sideways moonwalk, Ken tries to copy what he sees.

"WALK FOR ME BABY!!"

"Let's lose our minds and go plastic crazy."

Y/n grabs both Raquelle and Ken's hands and spin them.

"I-I-I-I-I KEEP ON HOPIN' WE'LL EAT THE CAKE BY THE OCEAN!!"

Raquelle, Y/n and Ken all dance around having the time of their lives on stage as Ryan starts to talk...

"Alright Guys, since you guys made it out tonight, it only feels right to do something for you...This song is one you should all know very well."

Y/n looked at his brother confused, what was he doing? Ryan walks off to the side of the stage before coming back with a hand mic and handing it to Ken, who was also confused.

"Just follow my lead, Kenny boy."

Ken gets nervous when Ryan smirks at him.

"Said, I don't know if I've ever been good enough. I'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in."

Ken's eyes glowed in recognition.

"By a hand that's touched me, I feel like something's got to give. And I'm a little bit angry, well."

Ryan motions for Ken to sing the next part.

"This ain't over, no, not here, no. Not while I still need you around. You don't owe me, we might change, yeah. Yeah, we just might feel good."

The other Kens join in happy to be involved.

"I WANNA PUSH YOU AROUND, WELL I WILL, WELL I WILL!!"

"I wanna push you around well I will, well I will."

"I WANNA TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED!!"

"I wanna take you for granted."