#ken 2023

[bricreative]

Ken/Cassidy finally done!

[layla4567]

KEN with a reader who wears glasses

Ken x Human!GNreader

Summary~: After entering the real world, Ken decided to explore the city alone without Barbie by his side, which made him feel strange until he saw a human person wearing cute glasses.

Warnings: just cutesy and demure headcanons 💅

🩵 Ken was skating through the streets, moving his head rhythmically following imaginary music. He looked around him with a mixture of excitement and confusion, he felt happy to discover new things but at the same time he missed Barbie being close to him (or him close to her).

🩷 It's not until he sees you from a distance in a flower shop deciding whether to buy tulips or camellias. You had your back to him, so he didn't see your face but Ken noticed your clothes and thought they looked good on you, so without thinking twice he came over to give you a compliment like he would with Barbie.

🩵 He quickly appeared before you with his fluorescent skates and his cowboy outfit. "Nice clothes, it looks beautiful on you!" You hadn't noticed his presence so you turned around startled. At this point I couldn't say who was more surprised, you or him. When you turned around, Ken saw your black-rimmed glasses, they were a little bigger than your face but they made your eyes stand out and his smile only widened to reveal his bright white teeth.

🩷 For your part, when you stopped at his blue eyes, you felt your cheeks burn. His face seemed newly sculpted and that smile looked like something out of a toothpaste commercial. But your face started to turn redder when you realized that that man couldn't stop looking at your glasses. They were horrible, but was it necessary for him to stare at them for so long? In a reflex action you closed your eyes waiting for some unpleasant comment.

🩵 "Oh, nice glasses too! They make your eyes shine like stars" Ken said with a sincere smile and winking at you. You opened your eyes enormously when you heard that compliment. Did he really think your glasses were pretty? You were paralyzed for a moment, unable to even stammer out a "Thank you." A little shy, you looked down, touching the frame of your glasses to adjust them. "T-thank you, this is the first time someone has told me that."

🩷 Ken cocked his head in confusion, it seemed super strange that no one had told you that before. He had not yet met so many humans but he was sure of one thing and that was that you were the most beautiful so far.

🩵 He noticed that this made you somewhat uncomfortable so with a happy and seductive smile he drastically changed the topic of conversation. "So, what flower were you thinking of buying?" Ken looked around the store amazed at the variety of plants and flowers there were.

🩷 "Uh well, I don't know, maybe some camellias or tulips. I can't decide" you sighed. Suddenly Ken saw something at the back of the store and smiling, he went there quickly without looking at you, leaving you almost talking to yourself. Surprised, you looked where he was going without understanding.

🩵 The handsome blonde returned with a large sunflower in one hand and offered it to you with a puppy smile. "Here, it's for you. You look like this flower because it is pretty like you". You grabbed the flower he offered you with a proud and satisfied look. Your hands were almost shaking as you gripped the delicate stem, why did he do that for you? Why was he acting so nice to a stranger like you? "Thank you very much, I think I will buy this one" And for the first time since you saw him you smiled.

🩷 Ken was even happier for your sweet smile and came forward to hug you but he did so with so much enthusiasm that he knocked your glasses clumsily to the ground. For a moment you panicked since you couldn't see anything without them. "Where did they fall? I can't see anything!". You narrowed your eyes and began to feel the air uselessly.

🩵 Ken felt bad for dropping your glasses so he quickly apologized and picked them up off the floor. Your vision was still blurry so you couldn't manage to grab the glasses from his hands, but he calmly placed them delicately over your eyes. You felt his soft fingers on your cheeks and again you felt how your face began to burn.

🩷 "Done, there is. You look better with them" He said sweetly, running over your face. You swallowed loudly and murmured a thank you without stopping to look at his hypnotic eyes.

🩵 Oh!, by the way, I'm Ken. Do you like horses? He said changing the subject as if nothing had happened.

divider credit: @cafekitsune

[mondonguita]

Posted it bc it's funny but..Let's be honest it would be diferent even men used to wear more colorful clothes back then.

[gaytoru]

barbiegloria fic recommendation (18+ | SMUT FIC)

read here. | (3/3 chapters | COMPLETED)

bio :

[feelthekenergy61]

Introductions might be in order.

But my name is Ken. I'm really great at Beach, and recently, I've discovered a love for horses (which the patriarchy is not about horses).

I was created to be Barbie's boyfriend, but now I'm trying to find who I am without her.

So far, the other Kens and I have continued to have boys' night, and I'm learning about all the things I'm great at.

And I am Kenough.

[frozenfrogz]

The second I saw this, I knew I was destined to have it.

[nestaenthusiast]

I’m really nervous to see Barbie now because I read a lot of spoilers (as I always do) and I heard about Kendom people said that Barbie mistreated him etc etc. and that Ken is actually a pretty huge part of the film and becomes an antagonist. And this honestly makes me wanna cry cause I just wanted to see a movie about girlhood and your relationship with your mother and the highs and lows of life. I just wasn’t expecting misogyny to be such a huge part of this film and I wasn’t expecting such backlash from society about it. I just wanted Barbie and feminism and girl power and girl love cause that’s what Barbie means to me.

I need the people who have seen Barbie already to spoil if I will like this movie.

[lateniteat711]

untitled ken comfort fic

(ken x gn!reader)

(no active warnings)

You just moved. A new apartment after college which means you have to unpack, little by little you slowly work your way through boxes to make the new space feel more like home. Eventually, you're digging around the little box full of knick knacks most of them have been with you since you were a child. That's when you see him.

Ken. Your Ken. He was your first ever birth day gift, you've basically grew up with him. While you've never taken him out of his box or really played with him, he was according to you one of your best friends. You never admit it though, it sounds strange. A chunk of plastic that you've never played with but you consider him your closest friend.

In the midst of awkwardly fawning over a boxed doll you never have actually held, a knock. It startled you enough that you almost dropped your precious doll. Your eyebrows are knitted together until you hear the second knock. You place the doll on top of your mantle place before going off to answer the door. Your fingers crossed that it's just the mailman needing you to sign for something.

There he was. Your Ken... He stands in front of you with the plastic smile across his face, his lips ever so slightly tinted pink against his magazine tan. He's so perfect that you're in awe. In most situations you assumed that you would be shocked to see the life sized, living, breathing version of your dolly friend in your door way but instead you can't help but to reach out to him. Fingers soon wrapping around his shoulders as he welcomes you warmly into a tight embrace. A sob was caught in your throat as if you were meeting with a long lost friend, the rush of nostalgia and comfort drowning you to tears.

Ken pulls away for a moment, "You're sad to see me?"

You laugh, quick to try and pull the warmth of his body back against you, "No... No, I'm happy! Very, very happy!"

His arms tighten the grip around you, "You love me?"

You laugh as you pull away to hold his face, to take in the features of your most beloved toy up close, "I love you a lot... You didn't know?"

It leaves Ken speechless as it's time for him to cry. A wave of new emotions washing over him, the realization that you didn't play with him because you didn't like him but instead because you cared about him just so much. You were trying to keep him perfect when all he needed was play, was to be physically loved.

Soon enough, you two are both curled up on your couch. Any question you should be asking is wiped from your mind as you're much more distracted by the warmth and weight of his body, your fingers gently stroking and absentmindedly braiding the short, short strands of his hair.

"Don't go away please.." The words leave your lips before you can even think twice.

He shakes his head, almost spooked that you would even mention it.