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winxanity-ii · 1 year ago

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TWILIGHT TUNES

ship: stereotypical ken x fem!neurodivergent astrophysicist barbie!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 1.9k a/n: I haven't posted in two weeks—college is awesome but ya girl's drowning in work, not gonna lie. Also, my meal plan is on its last leg. So, you know, typical college struggles. �� Anyway, enjoy the new one-shot! ★·.·´🇧‌🇦‌🇷‌🇧‌🇮‌🇪‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

In Barbieland, a realm of perennial glitz and glamour, your debut had a nebulous charm that left an imprint on everyone—just like a lingering constellation in the night sky. Though excitement always ran high with the introduction of a new Barbie, your presence was, quite literally, out of this world.

You were the Astrophysicist Barbie, and you looked at the stars not as glinting trinkets but as complex systems begging to be understood.

You were a different kind of celestial body in this colorful universe. Your interests were nested in theories and complex algorithms that could predict the future of galaxies. And it wasn't just that. There was something about your focus that stood out.

While everyone was busy mingling and attending fabulous parties, you'd often zone out, diving deep into your own world of thought.

You weren't easily drawn into casual conversation; you preferred more 'orbital' talks that delved into the mysteries of the universe.

Nobody really judged you for it, but, one Ken seemed particularly infatuated. He was the Stereotypical Ken: charismatic, outgoing, and so easily and completely smitten by your mysterious aura. In the world of Barbieland, where the narrative often revolved around Barbie, Ken had become accustomed to listening.

With you, he found something extraordinary. It's as if he tapped into a wavelength he never knew existed, and in that newfound frequency, he relished being listened to—maybe for the first time ever.

He became your anchor. When words seemed too distant and unnecessary, he was your voice. If you whispered something, he'd amplify it for the world to hear.

On occasions when you complimented him, he'd get adorably flustered. Once, a simple "You look handsome today" sent him crashing to the ground, only to get up and strike a smoldering pose, saying, "Thank you."

His interaction with you was as tactile as it was emotional. He found peace in the very details that made you, 'you'—like when he'd gently play with the ends of the box braids that frame your face or hold your hand, noticing how your fingers subtly recoiled before relaxing.

The world saw a lively Ken become still and serene, as he sat in your presence, finding a solace he didn't know he was seeking.

There was a sense of mutual balance. Ken was the day to your night. He was talkative–the sun illuminating your universe, and you thrived in quiet moments–the calming darkness that gave his light purpose.

Together, you were a cosmic ballet, an astral yin-yang, existing in a serene equilibrium, balancing each other out seamlessly.

Tonight, though, was special. Barbieland was hosting its grandest concert of the year, and you both had decided to attend together.

As soon as you and Ken stepped into the Dreamhouse, the room buzzed like a hive of electricity. The air was thick with the scent of various perfumes—floral, musky, sweet—all blending together in an intoxicating concoction.

Barbies from all corners were gathered, radiant in their glamour and glitz, laughter sparkling like champagne bubbles.

"Astrophysicist Barbie!" A Barbie in a sequined dress exclaimed, her voice slicing through the ambient hum. "Your box braids are absolutely gorgeous!" Her eyes popped, basically radiating heart emojis.

"Thank you," you responded, your fingers lightly touching one of your braids, a little spark of satisfaction coursing through you.

Ken squeezed your hand reassuringly, beaming with pride. "She spent hours on them," he shared, nodding toward your hair, the whiff of his cologne a calming contrast to the ambient fragrance.

The two of you navigated the crowd like a ship through celestial bodies. Ken introduced you to old friends and some fresh faces, the timbre of his voice oscillating between a buttery smoothness and ecstatic peaks, every interaction accompanied by the light touch of his hand on your lower back.

"Barbie, it's so good to see you here!" Another Barbie’s words almost danced out of her mouth, her red curls bouncing to a rhythm of their own. "Aren't you excited for the main act?"

You nodded, though in reality, the rising crescendo of the music, chatter, the intensity of different perfumes, and the layered textures of bass and treble were starting to be a bit much. "I've been looking forward to it."

That's when it hit you—like an asteroid crashing into a placid moon. The music roared into a crescendo, and with it, the murmur of voices turned into a disorienting wall of sound. Layers of noise—laughter, bass, cheers—piled onto each other, each clamoring for attention.

The twinkling high notes of a pop song cut through like stars piercing a dusky sky, and the drumming bass vibrated through the floor, reverberating in your chest as if your heart was suddenly drumming to an alien rhythm.

"Surprise act tonight, you in the know?" Leather-jacket Ken leaned in, shouting over the noise.

You tried to focus on his words, but the lights seemed to flash more vividly, colors blending into one another, each flash more disorienting than the last.

"I—uh��" Words slipped through your fingers like sand.

Ken sensed your struggle, almost as if reading your mind, and was by your side immediately. "I think we have, but Barbie and I wanted it to remain a surprise," he chimed in, attempting to take over the conversation and offer you a respite.

It was like your senses were drowning—your nerves felt like electric wires, buzzing and short-circuited. Your ears were like black holes, pulling in all of sound until it morphed into a gravitational mass of incomprehensible noise. Everything blurred into a dizzying mess.

"Barbie?" Ken's voice broke through the din, his face etched with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I…" you started, "It's just a bit much."

He immediately understood, wrapping an arm protectively around you. "Let's find a quieter spot," he suggested, guiding you away from the heart of the event and towards solace.

Ken’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist as the two of you made your way to the concert's exit. The pulsating lights and resonating beats grew fainter with each step, replaced by the promise of quietude and the comforting cool of the night.

Almost there, you thought, just a few more steps to the door.

However, as you neared the door, a distinctive voice, melodic with a hint of mischief, chimed in, “Leaving so soon, lovebirds?”

Both of you halted to find Cabaret Dancer Barbie, her flapper dress sparkling under the party lights, her vibrant red lips upturned in a teasing smile. With her reputation for being sharp-witted and playfully blunt, she was hard to miss in any gathering.

"Ken~," she purred, shooting him a mock-disapproving look, "taking this precious gem away before the night’s even reached its crescendo? And just when I was about to showcase my new dance routine!"

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, not used to being the center of such playful attention. Ken, ever the charmer, responded with a grin, "Well, Cabaret, some moments are meant to be private. Besides, Barbie and I had planned on some quiet time tonight.”

Cabaret Dancer Barbie stepped closer, giving you a once-over before winking conspiratorially. "Quiet time, huh? Should I be worried about what you two are getting up to?" She laughed, her voice tinkling like chimes.

You could feel the flush deepening, words failing you. However, Ken, picking up on your discomfort, chuckled lightly, steering the conversation. "Just some innocent stargazing, I assure you. But knowing Astrophysicist Barbie and her love for the stars, it might just be the highlight of our evening.”

Cabaret Dancer Barbie laughed heartily. “Well, if it's the stars you're after, I won’t keep you. But Barbie, darling,” she said, leaning in closer to whisper just loud enough for Ken to hear, “if he doesn't show you the most dazzling constellations, you know where to find me for some real entertainment.”

With a playful wink and a twirl, she sauntered off, leaving a trail of laughter in her wake.

Ken looked down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Let’s make a quick escape before anyone else notices."

With that, the two of you managed to sneak out, leaving the party's frenzy behind. The path uphill was lined with softly glowing lanterns, leading you both to the serene hilltop, where the bright stars awaited your arrival.

As the two of you settled on the hilltop, the noises of the concert became a distant hum. The stars above glittered brightly, and the cool breeze felt soothing against your skin. The city lights of Barbieland painted a beautiful, ethereal landscape below.

Ken reached for his guitar case, the moonlight catching its polished surface. He opened it, pulling out the guitar. It looked old, worn, but in the best possible way. It had history.

“I didn’t really plan for this,” he began with a chuckle, strumming a few chords to test the tune, “but maybe some calm melodies can make the night a bit better.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “Ready?” he asked, an excited grin tugging at his lips.

You nodded, smiling back at him.

The first few chords he played were soft, the melodies seemingly caressing the silence of the night. Then, with a deep breath, he began to sing, his voice holding an intimate, raw quality.

"I don't know if I've been strong enough, Life’s been a journey, and sometimes it’s rough, But right here with you, under the moon's gentle hush, Feels like a touch that says, ‘You’re more than enough’."

"I want to hold you close, yes, I do, yes, I do, Be the one you lean on, see this through, see this through, Not taking you for granted, Never taking you for granted, Yeah, yeah, I won’t."

His voice, filled with emotion, reverberated in the cool night air. The lyrics, a reflection of your shared journey, tugged at your heartstrings.

As the last note faded away, Ken looked up, his blue eyes glistening, perhaps with the reflection of the stars, or perhaps something deeper. "May I have this dance?" he asked, extending a hand towards you.

You hesitated for a brief moment, cheeks flushed, "But… there isn't any music playing now."

Ken gave a playful, exaggerated whine. "You're going to deny me a dance on a technicality?"

Seeing your amused expression, he added, "Besides, can't you hear it? The distant melodies from the Barbie house and the rhythmic waves crashing against the rocks - nature's very own orchestra."

He winked, his boyish charm evident. "Come on, let's make this moment our own. Let’s dance to the rhythm of the world around us."

Tentatively, you took his outstretched hand, letting him pull you close. As he gently wrapped his arms around you, you rested your head on his chest, listening intently. Beyond the distant sounds he'd mentioned, the strongest rhythm you heard was the steady thud of his heartbeat.

As you both began to sway, the world faded away. There was just you, Ken, and the intimate moment you shared. The faint noises in the background melded into a unique, soft tune, one that seemed perfect for the two of you.

The warmth of his embrace, the gentle cadence of his heart, and the shared serenity of the night all blended into a memory that would forever be etched into your heart. In that moment, amidst the vast expanse of Barbieland, you found your own little universe in the arms of someone who truly understood and cherished you.

A/N: lol, did anyone peep the song?? I tried my best 😭😭

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