#barbie fic

[denaliwrites]

The Man Behind The Tan

Ken x GN!Reader

Summary: He's so good at Beach!

Soundtrack: I'm Just Ken by Ryan Gosling

Requests: Sure.

Warnings: Patriarchy.

"Hey!"

You look up from your latte to see someone you're only sort of familiar with doing a light jog towards you, a man with similarly bleached blond hair trailing behind. You tnink maybe he's dying? Weird that they'd be coming to you for that.

"Oh, hey, Barbie," you say as they get closer.

You know Barbie -- Barbara -- through a mutual work friend. The man, you've never seen or met before but you are assuming he's either her brother or boyfriend. He has to be one of those two things and there is absolutely no in between, of that you are certain.

He looks weirdly surprised to hear the name Barbie -- so probably not a relative. Surely a boyfriend would call her Barbie, though? Maybe they're not as close as you thought. Part of you wonders if maybe she just happened to find an uncannily similar stranger.

Did she kidnap this man!?

"What... what's up?" you ask, motioning to the poor guy. Despite having an Adonisian body, it seems like he had a lot of trouble keeping up with Barbie.

"Oh! Right," she says, moving back and pushing him closer to you. "This is Keeeen."

"Hi, Keeeen."

She giggles, then takes a few steps back, giving him an encouraging thumbs up and a radiant smile.

"Uh... hey," he replies, trying to cooly and casually lean against something. There's nothing to lean against, though, so he just ends up almost taking a tumble while looking weirdly adorkable.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" you prompt, looking between the two of them.

"Barbie, uh... tells me you have horses."

"Oh! Yeah, I have a few."

"That's so cool."

You blink in surprise as he sits down way too close to you, leaning in with an intense stare. "I love horses."

"O-oh."

You look up and notice that Barbie has disappeared.

Son of a bitch, you've been set up.

"What are their names?" Ken asks, and to his benefit he does seem genuinely interested.

"Well, um... there's Lightning, and Cookie, then there's Panda, and finally Critical Failure."

You can see him process the names and know the exact moment he realizes one of those names is not like the others.

"You named a horse Critical Failure? Why would you do that?"

Laughing a little, you explain: "Well, he started off as a foster but I fell in love so I ended up adopting him. Normally we call that a foster fail, but that's not a good name for a horse so I named him Critical Failure. Everyone calls him Crit, though. And I'd never ever call him a failure for real. He's the best horse I've had -- but don't tell the others."

It is odd, almost, how attentive he is. Normally when you talk to people about your horses, they get bored or annoyed. Even when they're the ones who asked.

But he is enraptured. He asks so many questions, all of them exactly the right thing to ask at the moment. Your conversation goes far longer than your conversations about your horses normally do. In fact, when you look at your phone to see the time, you are smacked in the face with it. Somehow, you've been talking to this stranger about your horses for over an hour.

"Damn, I'm so sorry, but I have to go."

"Oh... well.... okay. Yeah. That's cool. Me too..."

There is a pang in your heart at the sadness in his voice.

"But, hey, I can give you my number --"

"I'd really love that!"

You giggle at his enthusiasm. He immediately takes it to mean you're laughing at him and goes back to his nonchalant facade.

"No -- no, I'm so sorry, I wasn't laughing at you," you reassure him. "I'm just... not used to people being so enthusiastic. It's really nice."

"Oh,” he says, before he beams at you. "You're really nice."

And now you're blushing. Stupid hormones. You can almost feel them flooding you.

As a distraction, you pull out a pen and piece of paper from your bag and jot down your name and number.

"There you go," you say as you hand it over.

"Sublime," he says, smiling that radiant smile at you.

You want to melt. "Maybe we can arrange for you to meet the horses sometime."

"Wait, you'd let me meet them? Oh my God... I've never met a horse before..."

"Oh? The way you talk about them, I would've thought you have a ton!"

"We don't have horses where I come from."

He looks sad. It makes you sad, too, to think of someone who loves them so much not being able to have them. But also, what the fuck kind of place doesn't have horses!? Definitely not a place you'd ever want to be.

On a whim, you lean in and give Ken a soft, comforting peck on the cheek. He's blushing when you pull away.

"It's okay," you tell him with a smile. "You can visit me -- mine... pretty much whenever you'd like. They love people. They'll love you. And, I mean, um... I think you're pretty nice."

He blushes, but this time recovers quickly with a smirk. "Do you think I'm cool?"

"I... yeah. Yeah. You're cool. Really cool."

"Hell yeah." He holds up the piece of paper with your name and number with a wink. "I'll definitely call you... as soon as I get a phone."

He starts backing away, looking less cool and more ridiculous, but you can't help but watch as if it's the coolest thing you've ever seen. At some point, Barbie reappears and leads him away, and you're left wondering what they're talking about as they leave.

You know what you're going to be thinking about all day...

[frost-queen]

Kenough for you // part 2 (Reader x Ken)

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Summary: Ken has taken over Barbieland. When Barbie get's desperate for her dreamhouse she turns to you for help. When Ken and you meet each other again, he hadn't forgotten about you. Never being able to get you out of his head. [ read part 1 & part 3 & part 4]

“I took the lead for once.” – Ken bragged as the other Ken’s sat in front of him. Pulled in by his story. – “She even asked me to stay over.” – he said sounding cool. – “No way.” – one of the Ken’s said. – “Way.” – Ken replied with a nod. One of the Ken’s scoffed with a puff. Ken turned his head to him. – “You don’t believe me?” – Ken asked a bit bitsy. The other Ken placed his hand on his thigh, leaning a bit closer. – “What about Barbie?” – he answered cocky. Ken flexed his muscles, moving his arm up.

“What about her?” – he replied trying to sound unbothered. A few Ken’s eyes widened. Then there was a loud voice. Calling out his name from below. – “KEN!” – the voice cried out clearly frustrated. Ken held his finger up to the Kens, moving a bit closer to the edge to see who was below. It was Barbie standing at his door. – “A moment Kens.” – he commented as if it didn’t bother him.

Ken got down, pushing the barn doors open, letting his arms rest on them. – “What up Barbie.” – he told her cooly. Barbie moved some hair over her shoulder, putting on a sweet smile. – “Ken, this is my dreamhouse.” – she said trying to keep her composure. Ken took in a deep breath. – “This shall hence forth be known as Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he responded.

“This is my dreamhouse!” – Barbie shouted with a stomp of her heel on the ground. Ken chuckled out a laugh so dryly it wasn’t even an attempt of being funny. – “It’s Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he repeated. Barbie wiggled annoyingly like a whiney little child. – “It’s time for the Ken’s to have a dreamhouse Barbie.” – Ken told her. He waved her away, wanting her off his property. Barbie stared in shock at him as Ken returned back inside.

She felt like crying if only she knew what the emotion was. Angry at Ken, she had used up her last attempt. Ever since they came back from the real world, he had been different. Taking over Barbieland to turn it into Kendom. A place where the Ken’s took everything from the Barbie’s. Barbie was at her last wits, letting herself fall into the sofa at weird Barbie’s house.

Weird Barbie stretched her leg up against the wall, tilting her head. – “I assume Ken didn’t listen.” – she said moving her head back and lowering her leg. Barbie shook her head. – “I don’t know what to do anymore. I want my dreamhouse back.” – she whined out wiggling her legs with a shake of her shoulders.

Weird Barbie did a split on the ground, bringing one leg forwards so she had both her legs out in front of her. – “What about the real girl?” – Weird Barbie questioned. – “You mean Y/n?” – Barbie said through her distress. Weird Barbie got back up stretching her arms up above her head. – “Maybe he’ll listen to her?” – Weird Barbie suggested letting her arms flop against her side. Barbie blinked, her distress gone in a matter of seconds. – “You think so?” – she asked getting up. – “It’s worth a shot?” – Weird Barbie answered pulling her shoulders up.

Barbie ran up to Weird Barbie, grabbing her by the shoulders. – “If I can convince her to come here and tell Ken to stop, everything will get back to normal.” – Barbie exclaimed happily, squeezing Weird Barbie’s shoulders together. – “I guess so?” – Weird Barbie replied. – “I could get my dreamhouse back!” – Barbie pushed Weird Barbie away as she spun around, arms flapping till she came to a stop. – “She did do something silly with Ken where their lips touched.” – Barbie said clasping her hands together, already thinking about getting her dreamhouse back.

“You mean kiss?” – Weird Barbie answered scratching the back of her head. – “No silly.” – Barbie answered laughingly. – “There is no contact with a kiss.” – Barbie went on innocently. Weird Barbie held her finger up, wanting to contradict, but Barbie was so in the clouds with her head, it was no use.

Barbie waved Weird Barbie goodbye, going to leave for the real world again. This time there wasn’t Ken jumping on her from the backseat. It was just her and that song she sings her lungs out to leaving Barbieland… urhm… Kendom. Barbie went through sequences of phases before she entered the real world again on rollerblades. Everything was still the same when she left it.

Now she just needed to find you. She… she just didn’t know where you lived. Falling in one of her distress moments again she sat down whining about how she was ever going to find you. As if a miracle was spoken out, you found her. You furrowed your brows seeing the so obvious pink blondie on a spot you first found Ken as well. You decided to walk up to her. – “Barbie?” – you said confused.

Barbie looked up, bringing up a grant smile. – “Y/n!” – she exclaimed getting up and wrapping her arms around you. – “I found you!” – she said aloud making you a bit wary of Barbie’s sudden affection towards you. – “Is… is Ken here too?” – you questioned looking around over her shoulder. – “No, but you are going to save Barbieland!” – she said cheerful still holding your hands.

“I’m doing what?” – you replied shocked and caught off guard. Barbie squealed excitedly, her eyes falling on your shoes. – “We’ll first need rollerblades.” – she pointed out, making your eyes widen. – “Not again!” – you called out being pulled along with her. Before you knew it you were in rollerblades. Arms wide open, you were afraid to make a move. – “I don’t like this.” – you told her remembering last time. – “No complaining, I need my dreamhouse.” – Barbie said, grabbing you by the wrist.

You screamed it out when she started skating, pulling you along with her. It seemed like she was skating without any purpose or destination. With the blink of your eyes, you were suddenly on a snowmobile behind Barbie. – “What is this?” – you asked looking confused around. – “The way to Barbieland silly.” – Barbie answered. It felt like the skimobile wasn’t going forwards but within a matter of moments, the scenery had changed again.

You sat confused in a chair on a camping site as Barbie arrived with an empty plate. – “What is going on?” – you called out slightly panicking as you grabbed onto the chair’s leaning. Barbie joined you, sitting down as well. – “Ken has taken over Barbieland.” – she told you. You stared confused back at her. With the blink of an eye sat you on a two-bike with Barbie. – “He won’t listen to me, so I’m using you.” – Barbie spoke sitting in the front. Looking around you suddenly sat on a rocket with a helmet on.

“Tell Ken to stop and give me back my dreamhouse.” – Barbie told you over her shoulder. You heard a bird caw as you suddenly were in a boat with her. Grabbing the edge, you looked down at the fakest waves you had ever seen. – “You’ll bring everything back to normal.” – she told you with a smile. The boat made way for a pink car as you sat beside her. Feeling a bit awkward. Barbie sang along with the song on the radio as you kept quiet.

You rather inspected the toy car that seemed to almost drive on it’s own. In the distance you saw a big sign covering over with Kendom written on it. – “See!” – Barbie called out, gesturing at it. The car drove past some men, placing bricks on stacks. – “They are building a wall.” – Barbie told you as you kept looking at them even when passed. Not at all how one would build a wall.

Pinching yourself, you hoped you weren’t tripping for it sure felt like it. The pink car drove into the town as you had imagined it a lot pinker. You drove past the beach, hoping to spot Ken there, yet there was no sign of him. The car drove on till it stopped in a small neighbourhood. Barbie got out as you followed her still trying to process what was going on.

Barbie walked up to the house as you staid behind her. Looking curiously around. – “Ken!” – she called out sweetly. Not a moment later opened the barn doors with Ken appearing. – “Barbie.” – he said cooly. – “Ken.” – Barbie said sugary with a sweet smile. – “Can I have my dreamhouse back?” – she asked with a flirty look. Ken chuckled dryly looking away. – “It’s Ken’s mojo dojo casa house.” – he told her annoying her. – “Fine!” – Barbie let out stepping aside to reveal you.

You were still looking curious around till you noticed Barbie had moved. Your gaze falling on Ken. Ken’s eyes widened seeing you. – “Y/n!” – he said excitedly. Smiling boyishly. – “Hi Ken.” – you responded. Ken cleared his throat, changing his attitude. He moved his bare arm up, flexing his muscles at you. – “What are you doing here?” – he asked checking out his own muscles and hoping you were looking at them.

Barbie gave you a little shove forwards, desperate for her dreamhouse. – “I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?” – you asked. Ken inhaled deep looking over his shoulder. – “It’s boy’s night.” – he told you. – “Can’t you make an exception?” – you answered sweetly. – “One moment.” – Ken held his finger up, disappearing behind the corner. You got startled when he let out a scream off excitement. He then re-appeared all cooly.

“Sure.” – he opened one side for you. You ducked down under his arm, going inside. Barbie wanted to go after you as Ken blocked her way.  – “Not you.” – he said ushering her away. Barbie gasped in shock. Ken turned around leaving Barbie outside. You had entered the house more as you were greeted with many curious men sitting in the living. All turned around to look at you. You presumed they were Ken’s as well, moving your hand up in a greeting.

“Hi Kens.” – you said. Ken came by your side, gesturing at you to make other Ken jealous. – “Hi Y/n!” – all the Ken’s said in unison. Startling you that they knew off you. – “It’s boy’s night.” – one of the Ken’s said. Ken placed his hands on your shoulders. – “Y/n is an exception. She came all the way from the real world to see me.” – he told them.

The moment he said that all the Ken’s came over. Jumping over the sofa to get to you. Some started to poke you in your cheek to feel if you were truly real. Others tried to win you over with their masculinity. It was overwhelming as you felt like being absorbed by Ken’s. Ken waved his hand in front of you, battering the other Ken’s away.  – “Get your own real girl!” – he called out, claiming you as his. Not liking the idea he needed to share you, he grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you upstairs.

Exhausted he sighed loud free from the Ken’s. You stood a bit lost, feeling a bit nervous. It has been a while since you saw Ken. Unable to stop thinking about him and now you were here with him where he lived. Ken’s gaze fell upon you, softening his expression. He walked up to you, taking your hand gently in his. His eyes staring lovingly at you. His cool attitude from earlier fading away. – “I’ve missed you.” – you said gazing lovingly back at him. Ken smiled at that.

He led you further into the room letting you sit down. – “After I left… I couldn’t get you out of my head.” – he told you. – “It’s like I’m thinking more about you than Barbie.” – he confessed, frowning a bit. You smiled shyly as your reaction made Ken wink at you. – “Ken… you should be thinking about Barbie. You are boyfriend and girlfriend.” – you told him, knowing how deep a Ken’s love was for a Barbie. – “But I don’t want to.” – Ken answered holding both your hands now. You exhaled deep, getting up as your hands slipped out of his. Ken looked saddened and hurt at your back. 

“What did you do to Barbieland?” – you asked changing the subject. – “It was time for the Ken’s to take over once I found out about patriarchy. It’s where men and horses run the world.” – Ken explained. – “That is not what…” – you started turning half back to him to explain. – “I know. I lost interest in it once I found out it wasn’t like that.” – he interrupted you. His answer made you chuckle softly at how innocent he was. Hearing you laugh made Ken curl up a saddened smile.

Ken got up as well, approaching you. When he touched your elbow, you slowly turned around to him. His eyes telling you all. He had missed you desperately. As you had missed him. – “Ken…” – you started yearning so much for him. Heart breaking again that you had to leave him again soon. – “I’ll give Barbie back her dreamhouse.” – he simply answered. You nodded letting him know it was the right call. – “and restore Barbieland.” – he said with soft sigh, knowing how it used to be. But maybe things could be different.

Ken’s eyes widened looking at you. He pulled you closer to the centre. Leaving you standing, he rushed to go get his guitar. – “I’ll serenade to you.” – knowing how much you liked that. – “Ken…” – you said knowing he was trying to stall time. – “Or I can show you the beach? I’m really good at beach.” – he chuckled out nervously. Ken laid his guitar away looking desperately around for more ways to keep you around.

“I’ll teach you to skate? We can hold hands. Do that thing again you did with your lips.” – he kept suggesting, getting more desperate by each one. – “Ken.” – you said knowing you couldn’t stay here. You simply came here to restore Barbieland and then leave again. Interesting that it took but a few words of yours for him to restore it. You weren’t meant to stay here. You weren’t meant to fall in love with Ken.

It had always been Barbie and Ken. Never Ken and Y/n. Things like that didn’t exist. Ken grabbed your hands, dropping in despair to his knees. – “I don’t want you to leave.” – he begged. – “You have Barbie.” – you told him with a heavy heart. – “I don’t want her. I want you!” – Ken called out. – “Please…” – he pleaded unable to tear himself away from you. – “Ken, you know I can’t stay here.” – you explained to him.

Ken got up to his feet, ready to do anything to have you longer. – “Am I not worth fighting for?” – he asked with a saddened face. Touching his cheek, you made him look at you. – “You so are Ken.” – you whispered to him. – “More than anything. But I can’t stay here. I’m no Barbie.” – you explained him again.

Ken clamped himself onto you. – “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to miss you again.” – he said feeling miserable without you by his side. Ken’s eyes met up with yours, seeing the desperation in them. – “Please…” – he whispered, begging you one last time. A tear rolled down your cheek as Ken wiped it away. – “I wish I could… but  I can’t…” – you told him. Ken placed his hand behind your neck, pushing you closer.

Continue to bring you closer till he felt his lips come in contact with yours. Something he had never done with Barbie. You slowly pulled away as Ken wanted to have another go. Feel your lips on his again. – “Ken…” – you said putting him to a stop. You turned away from him, making your way to the stairs. Ken was panting. Feeling you slip away. – “I’ll come with you!” – he suddenly shouted, making you stop to stare with wide eyes at him.

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[fastlikealambo]

Barbie's Dream Girl || Barbie x Black! Fem Reader

yes I did just get out of the barbie crying and immediately did this, don't judge me.

as the movie just came out, I really don't want to spoil it for anyone so all of the hcs and mini fics to come will NOT contain spoilers and WILL be an AU alongside the movie!

summary: after leaving barbieland for the real world, newly self aware barbie decides to stay awhile and to live in the real world, barbie needs money, barbie needs shelter, barbie needs a roommate.

that's where you come in.

after answering a glitter covered ad for a roommate, you met your gorgeous new roommate, Barbie. She's sweet, a little odd, and won't stop staring at you.

you've had weirder roommates.

but you weren't expecting to fall in love with your roommate.

also, why does Barbie seem so familiar?

like my newest works, this will be only hcs and mini-fics in this world, not a multi chapter series which means I'm open for requests :)

although there will be no smut, minors dni.

[dranna]

Doubt

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Ryan Gosling!Ken x Gender neural reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: you always loved Ken, his silly, all so excited personality, wondering over every tiny thing. But recently you noticed something strange. He started to get nervous, fidgety and sad (?) around you.

a/n: lineart is mine🧡 / It was inspired by this quote from Sense and Sensibility-- “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. “

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom (let me know if you would like to be tagged:) )

It’s impossible to describe,

How much you adored this Sunshine, 

He is the sneaky little Smile,

That bless your face,

During the cold and boring weekdays. 

He is loud, jumpy and silly,

Excitement and wonder are part of his personality,

There is not a single day, 

That goes without him discovering everyday things,

However he does it with such delight, 

It bewitches your heart every time.

Yet recently,

You noticed something unnerving,

His whole demeanor changed,

Self-forgetting disappeared, 

And anxious guarded took it’s place,

He become reserved and fidgety,

Not in the way you loved him to be,

His beautiful eyes became glossy,

And sadness was clouding their vision.

You didn’t understand, 

What caused this distress,

So one day in Baribeland,

After a 3 days long suspense,

You decided to put an end,

To this gloominess,

“Ken, what’s been going on?” 

“B-been going on?— n-noting! Haha..”

“Ken.. “

— you sighed,

While looking at him,

Questions in your eyes.

It was a dreamy day in Barbieland,

Just like every other beforehand,

The sun was throwing his warmth,

The mermaids were singing to its charm,

The beach was hot and comfy, 

Kens and Barbies were playing gleely,

Alan was standing alone and cheering,

Even Weird Barbie was joining,

There was nothing out of the ordinary,

So what caused his misery? 

You two were sitting under a palm tree,

Away from the loud team. 

You glanced at him again,

He looked nervous and uncertain,

He was staring at the other Kens,

With eyes filled with fear and tears.

Yes, you had no idea what's happened,

But how would you? 

He hid this knowledge deep,

Sealed with secrecy, 

Sooner or later you will see it too,

And you will realise, 

How pathetic I am compared to the others,

He thought, 

Rocking back and forth. 

It was an other perfect morning, 

As he was ‘beaching’ on the beach, 

Looking perfect and sun-kissed, 

While he was drawing something for you,

Lost in concentration,

To make it perfect for you.

He was a cowboy today, 

Wearing his black jacket and pink scarf,

Decorated with the most magnificent hat,

And a rope lasso at the belt.

“I have no idea what They see in Him! 

He is such a loser at everything” 

— Ken heard the voice of his ‘archenemy’,

The Other Ken, 

While he was sunbathing. 

He was surrounded with other Kens,

Listening to him intensely,

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed?! 

It doesn’t matter what he tries, 

He fails miserably every time.

Also, 

Y/N is so beautiful and confident,

Lovely and intelligent,

I have no idea what they see,

In such a loser as him. 

He is always jumping around,

Being the loudest—“

“It’s not nice to talk about someone,

 Behind their backs like that!”

“Yes, you shouldn’t say such meannes!”

— Joined the others,

So this conversation lines ceased,

But Ken froze in place,

Only heard the Other Ken’s words.

He gazed down the drawing,

He was working on,

So endlessly and proudly before,

But the warmth escaped from his heart,

Leaving icy marks.

“ … Ken ? Ken??”

— Your worried voice pulled him back,

Into the sunny present,

You two were still sitting under the shade,

Covered by anxious silence.

“Ken, please talk to me.”

He looked at you with huge tear filled eyes, 

Streams flowing down both sides,

“I-I’m n-nothing-g.” 

— His voice was so quiet and broken,

If you didn’t see him in front of you on the sand,

You wouldn’t believe it was him.

“What is it about? 

What do you mean?!”

“I-I’m a loser aren’t I?!

I’m a failure in every task,

I’m always the one in the back,

Who the others laughing at, 

Doesn’t matter what I try,

I’m just never enough—..

S-so I understand,

If you decide,

I-if yo-u w-want to leave me b-beh-inde.”

“How can you say that,

It’s not true!

I don’t understand where it is coming from?”

“Yes it is!”

—At this point he was sobbing hard,

An ocean forming in his eyes,

Hugging his knees to tight, 

His hands went white,

You couldn’t bare to see him like that, 

So you gently touched,

His shaking shoulders,

“Who told you these things love? 

“H-hear-d it from t-the O-other Ken.”

— At the word ‘love’,

His head shot up,

Silent pleading in those blue eyes.

“You.. you still want..us to be,

Boyfriend and girlfriend..?”

“Of course I do!”

“B-but..”

“I love you silly!” 

— With these words,

You pulled him close,

Holding his shaking form.

“Whatever you heard it's not true, 

I adore you,

I love your enthusiasm, your awe,

Your never ending shiny self,

Your astonishment of tiny things,

And the babbling facts coming from within,

I love you the way you are,

Please never change,

And question my heart."

– Taking off his hat you held his face,

Hinting it with kisses,

Which bloomed in teras,

“And what if you fail?

Do you know what's more important?”

“What?”

–Suffocating pain was replaced,

With soft tenderness,

In his voice.

He looked at you,

Like you hanged the Moon on that perfect sky,

Admiring you beauty in the dark,

“You stand up,

Holding your head high,

Smiling to the sky,

It doesn't break your spirit,

In fact,

You try again!

– You placed a kiss on his forehead,

“And again”

– Now a smooch on his pretty nose,

“And again.”

– And kisses on his cheeks,

Which were now burning red.

You two sat there,

In your quiet spot,

Holding each other close.

The sun started to set,

Yet you stayed, 

Whispering sweet truths in his ear,

His sobs started to stop then disappear,

Leaving behind dried up rivers,

Which you pet better.

Doting started to bloom,

In his plastic heart,

With a newfound passion and warmth.  

He shuffled closer, 

If that's possible,

Gently hugging you more,

“I was making something for you,

When I heard them speak..”

– You heard them whisper quietly,

You looked down to see worry rising, 

So with a gentle tap,

You encouraged him to continue.

After a little shuffling and careful moves,

He took out a paper from his clothes,

Then gently placed it in your palm,

Nervously waiting for your reply.

You glanced down to see,

A drawing of a happy horsie,

It looked like a child drawing, 

But you can't help but smile, 

At the thought of him drawing this.

“I like it so much!

I–”

“Really?!”

–Instead of a reply, 

You just pulled him close,

Praising every tiny detail of it.

The glow worms' light were in sync,

With the music of yours heartstrings,

From Ken’s mind, 

Disappeared everything blue,

His chest was filled with comfort and heat,

With the lovely words,

From your pretty lips,

The night dragged on, 

But your pair didn't mind,

Your soul were set in a feeling so sublime.

.

Probably his drawing would look something like that:

[kiniiri]

I just want to give a big thank you to the amazing writers in the glorbie fandom. Every single fic I have read has filled me joy and serotonin, and it makes me love our girls even more! I love you all and I will continue to give you kudos and comments on your stories. You all are carrying the fandom and I am here for it!! 😭😭❤️❤️

[amazingmsme]

I’m Not Doing Anything, Am I?

AN: Just some short Barbie & Ken fluff for day 3! Hope you enjoy!

If Ken were being honest with himself, cuddle time was his favorite time. It gave him a chance to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. He liked being near her, but sometimes the physical distance was just too much. He needed her to be right there, pressed against his side, head on his shoulder with fingers intertwined.

They were on the couch watching a horse movie (he thinks it was called Flicka or something?) but Ken was having a hard time focusing. Barbie's hand was idly rubbing his arm and back, slipping down to his side every once in a while. Her touch was light and soft, nails grazing the skin to leave goosebumps in her wake.

He was trying to stay tough, to not break out into giggles beneath her hands. His lips twitched until a smile overtook his features, his breath growing more shallow. Barbie watched him with a fond smile of her own.

She faked a yawn and snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, drawing lazy circles at the curve of his side. He huffed out a noise akin to a laugh, flinching at the touch.

"Is something funny?" she asked, tilting her head to the side casually, wearing a curious smile. He leaned back so he could look at her, studying her expression to gauge if this was some kind of trick. But when he looked, he saw genuine curiosity sparkling in her eyes and a face of pure innocence.

"Nah, just- remembered something funny Ken said today," he bluffed. "That's nice. What was it?"

Crap. "Uuuh, y'know? It's really more of a guy joke, you wouldn't like it." She just hummed, letting her hands continue to roam. 

"I like your jokes though. How do you know I won't find it funny?" she asked. Her hand dipped down to scratch his hip and he jerked away from the touch and into her embrace. He stifled a laugh, wracking his brain for another thin excuse.

"I-I remember the gist and the punchline, but I'll just mess it up if I try and repeat it," he claimed, keeping his head angled away so she wouldn't be able to see his bush. She smirked to herself, deciding to let it slide. She was enjoying this little game of theirs.

Her other hand had been resting on Ken's bare chest, helping to prop herself up to see the screen. She let it trail down, beginning to trace his well defined abs. He wasn't able to hide his reaction that time, jerking at the touch and sucking in his stomach as a short lived giggle slipped past his lips.

He recognized that sparkle in her eye from earlier not as curiosity, but instead mischief. "Barbie-"

"Yeah Ken?"

He wore a giddy, nervous grin. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" she asked, never faltering in her innocent act.

"Tickle me."

"Tickle you? Of course, I'd love to!" she exclaimed and immediately pounced. He yelped and tried to crawl off the couch, but she already had her arms wrapped around him and kept him in place. Her fingers poked and scribbled everywhere she could reach as she peppered tickly kisses along his neck and ears.

Ken was in giggly hysterics as he rolled around on the cushions. She was laughing along with him, taking in every hiccup, laugh and snort.

If Barbie were being honest with herself, cuddle time was her favorite time too.

[barbiehandlr]

the mountains are calling (and i must go)

Barbie x Gloria | Modern Hiking AU

[barbiephile]

Btw I’m writing barbiegloria fanfic//1shot and I found out that I can submit it as an assignment for my short story class at uni, because my next assignment in that class is to write an fanfiction and when i asked my teacher whether i could write a fic based on a movie instead of a short-story that i read and she was soo fine it… i guess i truly won 🥹