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hepburnswan · 1 year ago

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more than friends

🌸 pt 3 (final part) of you are kenough 🌸

paring: ken x reader

summary: ken and barbie had planned for a fun day out, but stressful interruptions will lead to confessions..

warnings: reader gets catcalled/hit on, little car crash (no one is hurt) ken is a sweetie pie

word count: 1.7k

authors note: here’s part 3! so so sorry for the long wait i’ve been super busy lately but i hope yall like it 🙏 also those who sent in requests I DO SEE THEM and i will get to them as soon as i can. which may be awhile but i will get to them pinky swear 🤙

It was once again another normal day in Barbieland. It had been a few weeks now since that party at the beach, and you and Ken had been getting closer ever since.

Maybe a bit too close..

Whatever. It wasn’t like you had planned to develop a not-so-little crush on him. Besides, you two were friends! That was enough.

Or maybe not..

You shake your head in protest, trying to silence the thoughts inside. Today was going to be fun, and your stupid newfound feelings for him weren’t going to get in the way of that.

You walk over to your pink vanity, smoothing out your hair and slipping on a cute sundress.

You knew you’d never actually admit your feelings towards Ken. However affectionate he was towards you, you knew he would only ever see you as a friend. After all - though it hadn’t been reciprocated - the only Barbie he ever had eyes for was Blondie.

But she was gone now..

You snap out of your thoughts once more, feeling a sort of guilt.

You can’t think these things! Today is supposed to be fun. Innocent. Just having a good time. With your friend.

Today you and Ken had planned to get ice cream together, and then head back to the dreamhouse for a fun movie night. You had been anxiously awaiting it since the last time you had seen Ken.

Which was yesterday.

But hey, could anyone blame you?

You’re pacing around the room excitedly when you hear a voice from down below.

“Hey Barbie!”

You turn your head to find Ken looking up at you from down on the street, and the thumping of your heart intensifies even more.

“Hi Ken!”

Gracefully, you float down to the ground, maintaining your perfect appearance.

“You ready?” he asks excitedly, and you nod.

“Mhm! We’ll take the car.”

“Really?!”

“Mhm.”

Ken opens the car door for you like the gentleman he is, then walks around and gets in the passenger’s side. You pull out of the driveway, and on the way to the ice cream shop, you turn to notice Ken staring at you.

“What is it?” You laugh.

“Oh, nothing,” he replies, smiling to himself.

You believed him, but the attention made your stomach churn. He couldn’t have been staring at you because - no! That was impossible. Which means he must have been staring at you for some other reason - possibly not a good one. You frantically look into the rearview mirror, checking for any imperfections. Was there something stuck in your teeth? Was your hair out of place? Why had he been staring like that? It must’ve been something. It was then when you heard Ken yell.

“Barbie, look out!”

In your haze of insecurity you had taken your eyes off the road for too long, swerving off the street and into a nearby fire hydrant.

“Ohh..” you groan, covering your face with your hands. You’re so embarrassed, you want to cry.

“Hey, Barbie, it’s okay..” Ken tries to console you.

“Mmm..” you cry into your hands, while fireman and mechanic Barbie arrive on the scene trying to clean up your mess.

“Aww, Barbie, don’t cry!” Mechanic Barbie says. “It’s really no biggie!”

“Yeah!” Fireman Barbie adds.

“See?” Ken smiles sympathetically. “It’s okay.”

“Are either of you hurt? Should I call for Doctor Barbie?” Fireman Barbie asks.

“No, we’re alright, thanks,” Ken replies, while you wipe tears from your eyes.

“Okay, good. Do you guys need a ride?” Says Mechanic Barbie, and Ken looks at you waiting for your answer.

“Uh .. that’s ok, we’ll walk, if that’s alright with you, Ken,” you sniffle.

“Sure is,” he smiles, before abruptly getting out of the car and walking around to the driver’s side, and holding out his hand to you.

You look up at him with nervous eyes, taking his hand and opening the car door. You step out, and he hugs you.

“I’m sorry,” you sob. “Today was supposed to be fun, and I ruined it!”

“You haven’t ruined anything, Barbie. C’mon, let’s get to that ice cream shop,” Ken comforts.

“Don’t worry Barbie, we’ll have the car fixed up and back at your dreamhouse by the end of the day,” Mechanic Barbie says reassuringly.

“Thanks,” you sniffle, your face bearing a small smile.

Ken gently motions for the two of you to get going, and you follow, walking down the Barbieland boardwalk. You arrive at the ice cream shop and order. Ken gets Cotton Candy flavored, and you pick out your favorite flavor.

You’re sitting at a picnic table outside the shop, peacefully enjoying your ice cream when you look up to see Ken giving you that stare again. You’re about to say something about it when suddenly you hear a voice from behind you.

“Lookin good, Barbie!”

You turn around to see enemy Ken, sitting a few tables away, looking at you with a smirk that was far from polite and a gaze that made you shiver with anxiety. Jesus Christ, could this day get any worse? You roll your eyes, ignoring him, and turning back around to face your Ken, you find him glaring at the other.

“I said, looking good, Bar-“

You hold your breath, and Ken stands up.

“Back off, Ken! Or I’ll beach you off!”

You look up at him in both shock and admiration, and the other Ken goes quiet.

“Come on, Barbie,” Ken says gruffly, and you follow. Walking back to your dreamhouse, neither of you say a word. Ken maintained an angry frown the entire walk, and you looked down at your feet sadly, fearing you had done something to cause Ken’s demeanor. Had you done something wrong? Was he mad you didn’t just deal with Ken yourself? Was it the car? It felt like you had been messing up everything today. It’d be no wonder if he was angry with you.

You arrive at home and he regains a little bit of his happy energy, or Kenergy, as he had lately been calling it. But, he still seemed off, and sitting down on your couch, there is still a bit of an uncomfortable tension between you two.

Before your movie, Ken asked if you wanted to make some popcorn, and with your approval got up to do so. When he returned, you couldn’t help but ask.

“Ken?”

“Yes?”

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask somberly. You watch as his eyes fill with sadness and care.

“What? No, Barbie, why would you think that?” He softly asks.

“You just seemed pretty angry after what happened with Ken, and I mean, I get it, I already screwed up crashing the car, and you shouldn’t have to fight my battles for me-“

“Barbie. You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry I made you think so. You’re right, I was angry. I am angry, but not at you. Never at you.”

You blush at his sweetness, and he continues.

“Listen, I was never mad about the car or anything else you did. When Ken did what he did, it just .. it really.. it pissed me off!”

“Ken!” You giggle.

“Sorry,” he smiles softly, before regaining his frown. “Listen Barbie, you don’t.. you don’t deserve to be treated like that. And I know, who am I to talk, I’m no better-“

“Ken. You are. You are better.”

“Thanks, Barbie.”

The two of you sit there quietly for a minute, before you hear a mumble of something come from him.

“You know, it doesn’t help that I..”

He instantly regretted even letting that small bit of info come out of his mouth, praying you hadn’t heard him, but you must have.

“You.. you what, Ken?” you almost whisper.

“N-nothing,” he says, turning away from you.

“No, tell me!”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does.”

He puts his face in his hands and lets out a sigh.

“Barbie..” he says nervously.

“What is it. Please, you’re freaking me out!”

“Barbie.. I don’t, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just try your best,” you say, your face genuine.

Another sigh.

“Barbie.. you know about how I used to be with Barbie, right?”

“Of course,” you swallow, trying to hide your bitterness. “Everyone knows that.” You knew what he was about to say, that he missed her, that he had simply been using you as a substitute after she left, that he-

“When I was with her.. I always felt like..”

“Like what, Ken?” your voice shakes.

“Like.. I was with her, just because I had to be. Like I just.. needed her. But not.. wanted? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. Whenever I was with her.. I was just kind of there. I don’t know. I felt like I was there just to make her happy, and not really myself. I’m not sure I ever really needed her, I just needed her to.. need me. Does that make more sense? I don’t know..” he shakes his head.

“I think so,” you say quietly.

“With you.. it’s.. it’s..”

You look up at him, confused.

“It’s different.”

“What do you mean, different?”

“It’s just,” he continues. “With you I don’t feel like I need to do anything. I can just enjoy being with you. I’m not just doing it to do it. I do it, because it makes me happy. And.. I just hope.. it makes you happy too?”

“Of course it does,” you laugh sweetly.

“Good,” he laughs. “I guess what I’m trying to say is..”

“What, Ken?”

His voice goes quiet, he’s mumbling and you can barely make out what he’s saying. “I think.. I think I..”

“You think you what, Ken?”

“I think I..”

“I think I like you.”

It’s so quiet you can barely make it out, but you do.

“You like me?”

“Mhm,” he nods.

“Like.. as more than friends?” you ask, bewildered.

“Yeah.”

You process his words and suddenly everything clicks into place. The kind words, the lingering stares and angry protectiveness.

“Look, I totally get if you don’t feel the same way, especially after everything I did-“

“Ken.”

“Yeah?”

“I like you too.”

“You.. you do?”

“Mhm.” You cup his face in your hands and give him a quick peck on the lips, and he blushes furiously.

For a moment the two of you sit there, smiling and content, before he asks,

“Soo.. does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

“I think it does,” you smile.

“Cool.”

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hepburnswan · 1 year ago

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ur a sweetheart

I did it.

you are kenough

🌸 pt 2 🌸

pairing: ken x reader

summary: ken does some self reflecting after the patriarchy incident and personally apologizes to all the barbies

warnings: little fluff, little angst, reader is a barbie, talk ab gender equality?? can be read as platonic or romantic ig 🤷‍♀️

word count: 1.3k

authors note: ok this is kind of goofy but i thought ken needs to repent after what he did and also why not throw a bit of fluff in 🤗 also this is my first fic ever dont hate on me 😭

special shoutout to my bsf june for being both my cheerleader and my proofreader ‼️

It had only been a couple of days since Barbieland had been restored to its rightful state. The barbies were back in charge, no longer evicted from their homes, and things were starting to get back to normal. Not only that - but changes were being made. Though barbies continued to be the leaders of Barbieland, the Kens’ message was heard loud and clear - they no longer wanted to be accessories to barbies. And that was fair. But there still was some understandable tension between the two groups. After all, it’s not every day you get kicked out of your own house and treated like a servant.

For those couple of days, you had kept to yourself, and that was okay - though you normally loved to have fun with the other barbies and kens, you didn’t mind being alone. What wasn’t okay was that you didn’t dare to leave your dreamhouse, almost fearing that if you left you might not be able to come back to it. For the days after the incident, you avoided the kens like the plague, and that was something strange and new for you. Sure, they had their moments, but even then, they had always been sweet. You never dreamed you’d actually lose your trust in them.

When the other barbies would wave to you from their dreamhouses, asking if you would be at the beach, at their party, etc., you simply told them you weren’t feeling well.

You weren’t feeling well, that was the truth.

Never once living in Barbieland did you have to worry about being oppressed. Never once did you have to worry about being, well, a Barbie! That was the fate of the people who lived in the real world. Never once did you think that could happen in Barbieland.

But it had, and you didn’t think you could recover.

So you sat on your sofa all day, sipping your imaginary coffee, almost waiting for something to happen.

A knock on the door.

You were almost sure it was one of the other barbies, checking up on you because they were worried, but instead you opened up the door to see him.

Ken. The Ken. King of the Beach. Tall, blonde, athletic. Always happy, always kind. At least you had thought so. It was a shame. You had always liked Ken.

“Hi Barbie,” He says nervously.

“Hi Ken,” you say, without a hint of cheerfulness.

“Can I, um.. can I come in?”

“Why? Have you come to take back your Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“No, Barbie.”

A moment of silence. Though you were wary, you knew you couldn’t keep living like this. You couldn’t hide forever. Motioning for him to enter, you sigh.

“Come in.”

He perks up a little, before sliding into the house. He’s not really sure what to do with himself, so he just kind of stands there awkwardly.

“Uh.. here,” you say, motioning to the couch. He follows, and the two of you sit down.

“So. Why are you here then?” You ask, your voice a quiet mix between anger and sadness. You can’t gather the courage to look him in the eye, instead staring down at your feet.

“I came to apologize.”

“Hmm. You did?”

You can feel the tears beginning to well. In your throat, in your eyes. You had never had real tears, not until all of this had happened.

“Yes Barbie, I did. Oh god, where do I even start. Barbie, you deserve so much better than what we did to you. I’m sorry we took your dreamhouse. I’m sorry we made you wait on us. I’m sorry we treated you - that we made you feel - like you were insignificant. You are so much more than that.”

You can’t take it. A sob rips from your throat, the tears spilling over your eyes. You can’t stop. You cover your face in embarrassment.

Ken immediately rushes closer to you. “Hey, hey,” he says quietly. He’s not sure if he should hug you; he instead just ends up resting a delicate hand on your back, patting it every now and then. “Oh Barbie, please don’t cry … I’m sorry, I’m so sorry..”

You’re choking on your tears, almost hyperventilating.

“Alright, hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath, alright, it’ll be okay.”

When you’re finally able to calm yourself down, Ken continues.

“You have got every right to be upset. All the barbies do. But I can’t help but notice you’ve taken it harder than everyone else.”

You’re almost angry at that last sentence. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Did he seriously expect you to just get over this?

Ken seems to pick up on this, and adds, “And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing either. Like I said, you’ve got every right to be upset. I’m just worried about you!”

The anger begins to subside.

“You .. you haven’t been at the beach in days! You love the beach, Barbie.”

“I loved the beach.”

Silence.

“Barbie .. I just wanna see you happy again. We all do.”

Nothing.

“Barbie.. what can I do to fix this?”

You finally look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Why did you do it, Ken?”

He gazes back at you, his expression even sadder then it already was. Now it’s him who can barely look you in the eye.

“Barbie,”

“Yeah?”

“First of all I want you to know that I’m not trying to excuse anything I did. But if knowing will make you feel better, I’ll tell you.”

You nod, unsure of what you’re about to hear.

“Barbie .. I just don’t feel good enough. I thought being in charge of everything would make me feel important. That it would make me feel better about myself. I was wrong though. I just ended up hurting people that didn’t deserve it. It was so, so wrong. I was wrong, Barbie. I’m so so sorry.”

“Ken ..”

He begins to cry himself. “And now I’ve hurt you, I’ve hurt you so bad you don’t even feel like you can leave your dreamhouse!”

It’s then when Ken lets out a series of comically loud sobs, face cupped by his hands.

“Oh Ken..” you say sympathetically, rushing over to the counter to grab a box of tissues. “Here..”

Ken sniffles, blowing imaginary snot into the tissue. You pat him on the back gently, just as he had done for you earlier.

“I’m sorry, Barbie. I’m totally pathetic,” he whines.

Sitting down next to him, you take his hand into yours. “You’re not pathetic, Ken. You’re showing remorse, that you truly are sorry for what you did. That’s not pathetic.”

“You think so?” he sniffs.

“I do. Ken, you never needed to change yourself to be enough for other people. You always were enough. You’re kenough, Ken!” you giggle, pointing at his sweatshirt.

“Ah, yeah..” he laughs. “You think so?”

“Yes, Ken. I liked you before patriarchy. You were always kind, and funny and caring, and I was always happy to be around you. When you changed, not only did I feel disrespected.. I was sad. I missed the way you all were before. I get it - you don’t wanna be second to the barbies. But you could’ve said that-“

“Another way,” Ken interjects.

“Yes.”

“I know, Barbie. That’s what I feel awful about. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really am sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Ken. Everyone should feel heard in Barbieland.” you mutter quietly.

For a moment, the two of you sit there, nodding heads in silent agreement, before Ken asks,

“Barbie?”

“Hm?”

“You really liked the way I was before?”

“Yes, Ken. Like I said, you don’t need to change yourself. For anyone. You’re enough, the way you are.”

“Then I won’t ever change again,” he says, before pulling you into a hug.

“I hope not,” you smile, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Barbie?”

“Yes, Ken.”

“Will you be at the beach?”

“Yes, Ken. I’ll be at the beach.”

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