You know what i gotta say it- og Ken and Allan are peak preppy camp, and i will die by that lol (these are the dolls not the actors- i feel that it pretty obviously not Michael Cera XD)
Request from @dranna: Hii , I saw your requests are open, so may I request a Ken and reader fluff ? Basically the idea is that Ken burst into the kitchen so excitedly, because he learned something new. Reader accidentally breaks a mug due to this and speak to him a little frustrated. He leaves the room and hours later reader finds him sobbing, thinking they will leave him, and he is not good enough.After this it’s basically fluff fluff fluff :’) I love this guy’s Kenergy
Author’s notes: Thank you for the gorgeous request darling! I had fun with this one, although I changed it a little as I didn’t have the heart to leave him crying for too long 😅 hope it's fluffy enough 🩷 (please note I temporarily closed requests after this was sent in, but my ask box is always open)
As you turned to face him, Ken was already too close and barrelled into you, unable to stop in time.
The two mugs you were holding crashed to the floor, sending shards of porcelain skidding over the tiles and the contents splattering over your feet, staining your socks with thick chocolate, sticky cream and lumps of half melted marshmallow.
It almost happened in slow motion; both of you stood frozen to the spot in stunned silence and Ken wincing and holding his breath as he watched the porcelain shatter.
‘Oh… my favourite mug,’ you sighed quietly, more to yourself than to him.
But he heard disappointment in your tone, and released his breath with an almost garbled string of apologies.
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, here, let me-’
He dropped to the floor, hastily trying to remove your wet, chocolate coated socks.
‘Ken, you don’t have to-’ you started, not wanting him to worry about it too much or hurt himself on a sharp piece of porcelain.
‘Ken, really-’ you tried again, to no avail.
You knew he struggled to navigate everyday situations like this, and that he meant well, but having him pull at your uncomfortably sticky clothes while your last helping of hot chocolate was spilled on the floor and your favourite mug was destroyed was really not helping.
‘Ken!’ you snapped, immediately regretting your tone. You took a slow, deep breath, continuing quietly. ‘Look, it would be easier if you just… got out of the way.’
He paused then, looking up at you with the saddest eyes you thought you’d ever seen. Your heart sank in your chest.
‘Oh, Ken… I didn’t mean-’
As you reached down to help him up, he shot up from the floor without taking your hand and fled the kitchen with an arm thrown over his face, the tassels of his shirt swaying dramatically as he ran.
Of course, he had no idea where to go without you, so he only ran upstairs — the furthest point from you that would keep you within reach. The furthest point from where he’d ruined everything.
You could hear his loud sobs echoing down the stairs as you collected the shards of porcelain from the floor, swept up, mopped, and finally bundled your sticky socks into the washing machine.
By the time you were done, his sobbing was quieter, more like whimpers now.
Chastising yourself for being too harsh, you made your way upstairs to find him face down on your bed, crying into your pillow.
You sat carefully on the mattress beside him and began lightly stroking his back.
‘Ken, baby?’
‘I-I know- I r-ruined- everything!’ he cried, muffled by the pillow.
Each sobbed word broke your heart a little more.
‘Come here.’
Ken slowly pushed himself up, ready for the inevitable. You’d already told him it would be easier if he was out of the way. Surely it was only a matter of time until you wanted rid of him completely, and then what would he do? Where would he go? A discarded, unwanted Ken doll left to fend for himself in the Real World where he couldn’t even get a job as a simple doctor with a clicky pen. Pathetic.
His wet eyes met yours with uncertainty, but they sparkled when you held your arms out to invite him closer. Perhaps there was hope after all.
‘You haven’t ruined a thing, Ken. Well, except for my favourite mug. But it’s replaceable, and I suppose I can forgive you. If I must,’ you joked, feeling him tremble against you.
‘You… you mean I’m not… bad? You… still want me around?’
You chuckled softly into his soft, mussed hair and squeezed him in your arms. You couldn’t see it, but your tight embrace caused a smile to flicker briefly over his lips.
‘Look at me.’
He pulled back, still in your arms, eyes wide and wet with tears that he wiped away with the sleeve of his cowboy shirt.
‘You’re good, Ken.’
He blinked his gaze away, blushing, and you made a mental note for a later date; Likes praise. Got it.
‘It was just an accident. These things happen here in the Real World – everything can’t be perfect all the time. Even you! And that’s ok. You’re doing so well here, and as much as I appreciate your support, just remember that I can handle it when little things go wrong. Alright?’
Ken nodded, his brow furrowing as he thought about what you’d said. Maybe he had been a little too eager. He just wanted to put things right but he had no idea how.
‘I’m sorry it was all so overwhelming. I didn’t mean to make you cry.’
‘Oh, no, it wasn’t you. I just… I try so hard to get everything right and most of the time I only make things worse.’ There was a hitch in his breath, as though saying it out loud was a relief and a realisation all at once.
‘You don’t need to get everything right. You make my day so much brighter! I never want to be without you, Ken.’
‘Really?’
You’d never seen such excitement in his eyes, even when he discovered that the ridiculous mink coat he loves so much had a horse pattern inlay.
‘Really.’
You spent what felt like an eternity just smiling at one another then, feeling your connection grow and strengthen. It’s probably the Kenergy, you thought, biting your lip to keep from laughing and spoiling the moment. Then you had another thought.
‘That was my last hot chocolate, but…’
You rummaged in your pocket until you found the little packet you’d stashed there on your way upstairs.
‘Open your mouth,’ you whispered, gently cupping his jaw in your palm and tracing your thumb over his bottom lip.
It was so wonderful how he leant into your touch and his mouth fell open so easily at your request, without question or hesitation. All he wanted was to please you and to feel your affection. It made your heart race.
‘Good Ken,’ you smiled, watching his cheeks flush again at your simple words.
With your free hand you popped a marshmallow between his lips and he laughed around it, smiling as he sucked the sweet and your thumb moved to wipe his tear stained cheeks.
‘I just don’t want to disappoint you,’ he breathed when he swallowed the last of his fluffy treat. ‘I’m trying.’
‘You never disappoint me, Ken. You surprise me every day.’
It felt natural when he leant into you, closing his eyes.
For the first time in his life, lips actually met his, soft and tingly and a little bit damp. He wasn’t sure what he expected it to feel like, but it was absolute bliss.
Warmth spread through his body, butterflies exploded in his stomach, and he melted for a moment, unable to move at how wonderful it all felt, until he was overcome with a burst of passion and his long manicured fingers wrapped around your arms and slid up into your hair. And he moaned. He actually moaned.
Wait until I show you how to use tongue, you thought with a smirk.
‘Wow,’ he uttered breathlessly as he dropped back, eyes fluttering open to smirk at you. It wasn’t smug though. It was proud and incredulous and filled with awe.
‘You liked that?’ you smiled.
‘Liked it? I loved it!’
‘Me too.’
Ken’s chest swelled with satisfaction.
You reached for his hand to interlock your fingers with his and he squeezed, gasping joyfully as he stared at where your hands connected, as though it might cause some sort of magic. You half expected sparkles to erupt midair.
‘Hey, Ken, can I ask you something?’
‘Anything,’ he said dreamily, completely lost in the moment.
‘Why did you ask me for lavender earlier?’
His face lit up. ‘It says in my book that horses can find lavender calming, and I wanted to see what it smells like for myself, because apparently humans find it calming too? And since horses have an almost three hundred and sixty degree field of vision and sleep standing up…’
You ended up laid with your head on Ken’s chest as he excitedly told you every piece of information he had memorised about his beloved horses. You listened to him talk until he wore himself out.
You pulled a blanket up over both of you as he yawned.
‘I was wrong, Ken,’ you mused.
‘About what?’ he mumbled sleepily.
‘You are actually perfect.’
‘Thank you,’ he whispered, ‘and you are sublime.’ He kissed the top of your head gently before he fell asleep.
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:
