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[reareaotaku]

do you write for margot's barbie 👉🏽👈🏽

Yes!!!!!

Barbie Headcanons

Margot! Barbie x Reader Tw: Yandere, Emotionally Distraught Barbie If you like my work, you can support me here or here [Anything is appreciated] [It's Midnight and I accidentally touched a fucking cockroach cause I couldn't see and I almost woke the whole house] [Edit to add: I live out in the country/middle of nowhere. Bugs are common, but still gross AF]

She only really starts thinking about death when you aren't with her

You make her happy and she forgets about those dark thoughts, at least for a while

She wants you to stay in the Real World with her

I mean, you're going to go whether you like it or not

She'll beg and plead with you, even going as far as emotionally manipulating you ["Don't you love me?" or "If you loved me, you'd come with me"]

If you still say no, she's pretty much kidnapping you

You can try and fight her, but who's going to help you?

You think anyone would believe that Stereotypical Barbie could do that?? Please

She is prone to jealousy, believe it or not

When she sees you with the other barbie's, even though she loves them, it still really upsets her

She loves getting dressed with you

Is always telling you how pretty/beautiful you are

She'll let you wear her clothes [She loves it]

Loves to do your hair, especially in funny ways

Oh, won't you dance with her? She doesn't care if you're good or not

She could look at you forever

She sees you as the perfect person and sometimes feels like you are to good for her

She wants to be around you all the time

Clingy as hell and always up for a good cuddle

Loves leaning on your shoulder/lap and falling asleep

[yandere-wishes]

No, you don't understand. I'm OBSESSED with them!!😭💞😭💞

[wpdarlingpan]

hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!

Their Love

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!

Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)

Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader

You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.

Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.

Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.

They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.

But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.

Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.

Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.

Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.

You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.

“Hi.”

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.

“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.

Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))

You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…

“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.

“Uh rollerblade?”

“Yes. What size?”

“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”

Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.

“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.

“What are we even doing Ken?”

“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.

You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.

Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.

Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.

“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.

“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.

“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.

Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.

Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.

They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.

The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.

But then again… what did you have to lose?

Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.

Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.

They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.

Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.

Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!

So I guess your there to stay huh?

[callieyanderechan]

Callie's Masterlist

Created 09/06/23

Last Updated 19/06/24

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Yandere Barbie (Life in The Dreamhouse)

Yandere Barbie (2023) (Bimbo!Reader)

Yandere Barbie (2023) (Barbie!Reader)

Barbie (2023) x Singer!Barbie!Reader (Non Yandere)

Platonic Yandere Ken!Ryan (Child!Reader) (Mentions of Abuse)

Ken!Ryan x Sick!Reader (Non Yandere)

Yandere Barbie and Ken x 60s!barbie!reader

Alan x GN!Reader (Non Yandere)

Yandere Zane x Fairy!Princess! Reader (Fairy Secret)

Prince Louis x Musketeer!Reader (Three Musketeers, Non Yandere)

Yandere Big Sister!Princess Graciella

WINX CLUB

Yandere Icy

Yandere Stella

Yandere Flora

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Yandere Helia

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James Potter

Sirius Black

Stereotypical/Margot Barbie

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[stuslover]

aceito pedido somente para os personagens mencionados nesse post. caso eu me interesse por novos irei adicionar a lista, pra mais detalhes verifique a masterlist.

as atualizações podem demorar dependendo, eu escrevo como hobby e não pretendo me comprometer 100℅ com esse blog.

nada nesse blog deve ser romantizado. escrevo majoritariamente para fandoms de filmes de terror, há muito dark romance envolvido e isso não deve ser romantizado. haverão avisos quando o conteúdo for mais pesado ou nsfw.

não escrevo pra shipps, apenas poly.

não escrevo nada envolvendo abo, embora possa escrever sobre alguma au de vez em quando, como yandere e etc.

escrevo principalmente para PÂNICO (confira os personagens em questão na masterlist); também escrevo para SAW (apenas adam, lawrence, hoffman, lynn e a amanda), BARBIE 2023 (apenas margot robbie!barbie e ryan gosling!ken), FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDIES (apenas william afton)

em relação a séries e programas de televisão eu escrevo para BROOKLYN NINE NINE (apenas para jake peralta), THE GOOD PLACE (apenas jason mendoza) e THE BIG BANG THEORY (todo o elenco principal + stuart).

também escrevo para grupos de kpop, exclusivamente grupos femininos, porém raramente. escrevo para TWICE, RED VELVET e AESPA (menos a ningning)

NÃO ESCREVO PARA NENHUM BOYGROUP

por enquanto é isso. obrigada por ler </3

[wolfanddragon98]

@dreaming-for-an-escape

Okay, but I've been thinking about this all day.

You need to make a one-shot for Adrian Barbie and Yandere Ken Aemond. 😂

But it makes me wonder: if Margot was the Stereotypical Barbie and Ryan was Beach Ken, what category would Adrian and Aemond fit into? 🤔

[yandere-wishes]

He's Just Ken

Summary: You're just Barbie, perfect on the outside, dead on the inside. He's just Ken, neither perfect on the outside nor on the inside. 

Author's note: I condone neither patriarchy nor matriarchy. But I do love exploring different forms of mental exhaustion and extreme emotional dependency.

Warnings: Mental abuse, dark mental headspace, mentions of suicide and self-harm (only if you read between the lines), yandere behavior, yandere Ken, 

Not every Barbie has a Ken. Not one for herself anyway. Every Barbie knows a Ken, but that Ken most likely belongs to her friend, or her neighbor, or one of the other Barbies. Not every Barbie has a Ken, but every Barbie knows a Ken. You know one too, one with sandy hair and ocean eyes. And a look that longs for something more. You know a Ken who keeps his heart from breaking by crossing his fingers and praying to the Malibu sun. You know a Ken who's only happy if a certain Barbie looks his way. Or rather you knew. This was before the world fell apart. This was before he destroyed it. 

Ken returned without Barbie and the universe began to crack. It's fine you thought. It's fine you hoped. Ken -That Ken, the one who waited on the beach for hours on end until his Barbie walked by- returned from the real world preaching sermons on how the Kens were better, superior, the rightful rulers of Barbieland. How they didn't need the Barbies, how they no longer needed to settle for being treated as anything less than perfect. How they needn't be number two any longer. Ken returned without Barbie and the universe wept. 

You've always known the real world was a messed up place. It had become evident when the thoughts started to creep in. That was years ago-albeit you'll admit you have no idea if Barbie years and human years aligned- years since you started to feel like a constant failure. Years since that harrowing voice began screeching endless dreadful thoughts into your cranium. Notions that festered your mind and heart, tiny maggots that chewed away at your soul. There was always something wrong and it was somehow always your fault. Then came the pain. Horizontal pangs that shot across your arm. Always in the same spot, always in a cluster of three. Barbies don't feel pain as intensely as humans, at least they're not supposed to. 

 You worried for your human back then. You truly did. But you were always too scared to leave Barbieland. Never brave enough to go find her. She's fine you hope...you doubt it though. 

You also refused to go see Weird Barbie. Too scared of being labeled as anything less than perfect. So long as these thoughts merely remained inside you and no outward defects began to show, you would be fine. You could just pretend like everything was as perfect as it always had been. 

Ken came back from the real world unscratched. Yet his words hit a chord within every other Ken. They began to take over. The Barbies were reduced to accessories. Pretty little things that clung to their lovers. Dressed in short skirts and maid outfits. Turned into what they weren't. 

Ken destroyed what once was perfect. Yet all you could think as you watch the pillars of your homeland cripple and your friends descend into madness. Was how utterly beautiful he was.

The world turned upside down. 

Barbieland fell.

Kendome rose. 

And yet as everything the Barbies had worked all so hard to build came crumbling down. As your friends and neighbors began to lose themselves and submit to a tyrannical patriarchy. You found yourself utterly unaltered. Your world had been destroyed long ago. This was just another calamity that you would fake your way through. It would be easy, a lifetime of practice finally paying off. Stay quiet, stay in the shadows, no one would notice.

No one was supposed to notice...

Ken found you on the beach one night. A day or two after the hostile Ken takeover. He walked up behind you out of breath as if he'd been running. 

The bonfire crackles, a warning, and a love song. Until now you'd only ever existed in his sideview. An afterthought as he impaled his heart and called it love. You had burned yourself in his rays and called it love. You're convinced neither of you knows what love truly is. The moon's rays dance as you two sit side by side. In the distance, you see Blue Mermaid Barbie and Mermaid Ken share a tender kiss. An unparalleled sight. 

Ken sits next to you. Eyes following your every move. Scanning every dip and curve of your plastic corpse. He's just Ken you remind yourself with an uneasy breath. He's just Ken, nothing to fear. Although you're not entirely sure if those old ideologies shine through. He's Ken but somehow he's become unstable at worst, flammable at best. Something radioactive ticks inside of him waiting to detonate. Waiting to make the world feel a trace of his pain. 

Ken's fingers intertwine with yours as waves of helplessness crash across your body. You were created to be ethereal yet all you see is perfection molded in the shape of Ken's face. He leans in, carelessly placing his chin in the subspace of your neck as he whispers. "I see the way you look at me" his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. You flinch, in time with the breaking of the waves. "I know you want me" Reality blurs when Ken touches you. He pulls you between his legs as his lips kiss the back of your neck. His fingers run up and down your arm as if he's trying to memorize your shape, your soul, you. It's romantic you think but all you feel is puka shell shards stabbing your flesh. You know he's dreamed of this intimacy with the other Barbie. 

you wonder if in his eyes you are merely a ghost. One he resurrected with desperate love and a broken heart. You wonder if he sees her, feels her, wants her. Yet he'll settle for you. The next best thing. The other stereotypical Barbie. Somewhere along the line, your own voice sounds, foreign to you. He's talking, his voice is smooth like silk. Fragile like window glass after a bombing. He asks you something, something you've dreamed of for all so long. He asks you to be his bride wife. You agree despite how degrading it sounds. 

What once was a pink haven of fun and joy has now been turned into a mess of horses and black sunglasses. Barbie's dreamhouse is now Ken's Mojo Dojo Casa House. You feel like an intruder, like a traitor. You feel loved, wanted, needed. Someone once told you that truths can co-exist. It's all you can think to save yourself from going mad. 

There's an unspoken easiness that comes with being with Ken. The way he's always around. His hands never leave you, tracing stars on your arms, running through your hair. He wants his presence to be felt. 

"I like this" you confess one night as you rest your head on his arm. "I've always felt...less than perfect. Like I couldn't be good at anything like the other Barbies." Ken laughs and it feels like the stars have cladded you in their warmth. He pinches your nose with a soft smile. "I know the feeling," he mutters and you feel your heart crack. "But you don't have to worry about that. I'm here and so long as you're with me. We're both going to be perfect." You snuggle into his chest as you close your eyes. "Ken and Barbie" you sing, a mantra, a prayer. One for a better future. One for a happy life. 

You have a dream house. Had one at least. You sometimes wonder which Ken lives there now. You wonder if his Barbie feels your presence radiating off the walls and the floor and the heart-shaped night lamp you once treasured. You certainly feel Stereotypical Barbie's presence echoing from every corner. You see her ghost whenever Ken pulls you onto his lap to watch a horse flick. Infuriated and distressed. You wonder if she's angry because you didn't join the rebellion. You wonder if she's angry because she thinks you took Ken away. You see her ghost again, feel her between the pause of two breaths. She glitches and fades as you hide your face in Ken's mink coat. 

"I don't like being apart from you" Ken claims as he lays your body on top of his. One hand dangling off the couch the other curling your loose locks. To Ken a touch away feels like being galaxies apart. You kiss his chin and his cheek and his nose and finally his lips. It feels like a dream. One you refuse to wake up from. 

Ken is gold.

Unmetable and solid.A kaleidoscope of hope

He has so much potential rotting inside of him.

Ken is gold.

Beautiful and everlasting.

His value lies in how pretty he is. How good of an accessory he's willing to be. 

You wonder if he's sick of being gold. 

You felt Barbie's ghost again today. This time looming and aggravated. She wants her presence acknowledged. She has something she needs to say. Ken was out, one of the rare times you two spend apart. Something about a beach off and rock paper scissors. 

You wonder if a ghost haunting is their way of showing love. 

You wonder if the Kens starting a rebellion is their way of showing love. 

Barbie talks for ten minutes straight. You cling to every word, you forgot how much you missed the Other Barbie's voice. It's in the final beat of her sentence that you notice she's not a ghost. Not this time. This is Barbie, the girl who had been your friend since the day you left your box. "Help me" she pleads as she grabs your shoulders. "We need to fix this", you turn your head and smile a broken smile. "I can't" you confess. 

It's easy to undo brainwashing. Even easier to reinstate it. What Stereotypical Barbie and her friends can undo. You can simply redo. Even Barbies prefer ease, a few simple half-truths sung into the right ear at the right time. And the once normalized Barbies are running back to their Kens. You turn, in the rays of the golden sun, you see Barbie. Her eyes hold glimmers of unshed tears. She wears her betrayal on her pink sleeve. "Why" she whispers as her fingers reach out to hover over your heart before she retracts them. You think you may have burned her. You think she's afraid of being plagued by your depravity.

You feel like a traitor, like a monster. A creature made of pink lipgloss and shattered vows. should Kendom fall, you know your delicate dream life will fall with it. You stare into her eyes. And the words that leave your mouth feel so rehearsed, yet you swear it's the first time you've uttered them. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you both when you went through hell. I'm sorry I wasn't there when the world collapsed and you ran from the debris. I'm sorry I can't help you pick up the pieces and rebuild what once was yours.., ours. I'm sorry I'm so selfish". 

Immortal hearts are cursed with the loneliest beats. Maybe that's why the other Barbies never bothered to ponder their endless existence. Maybe that's why the Kens always clung to false promises of love. Maybe saying I love you is the same as saying I'm letting you go. Stereotypical Barbie has already reached this conclusion, you know this. For a fraction of a juncture, she looks into your eyes. Trying to reason and plea and hope all in the same breath. When you say nothing more her eyes shine with grief as she turns on her heels and runs for the hilled house. You reach out to her, yet only grasp the warm Malibu breeze. 

What do you call a person such as yourself? 

Coward...

That sounds about right. 

Ken kisses your neck, and it feels like lava sprinkling along your skin. You feel like a defeated soldier drowning in a sea of guilt. Survivor's guilt a voice echo inside your head familiar yet all so distant. A ghost from a past life or a current one unseeable to you. "I have it too" the voice replies. You wonder if it's the voice of an angel or a mortal girl. You don't tell him about the Barbie resistance or how easily they can reverse the brainwashing. You work best alone anyway. 

You hear the word death replay in the background as Ken bites a sensitive spot. A faint noise, a haunting whisper. You hear the word death and it sounds more familiar than the name Barbie that has rolled off your tongue every day since birth. 

Ken harbors you inside the once was dreamhouse like a forbidden secret. Sometimes the skirts feel too short. Sometimes the world feels too heavy. You always feel the eyes of the other Kens on you. You think Ken planned it that way to show the Ken world who you belong to. Just last week he took you to the beach. Both of you wearing matching pastel blues and silver earrings. Other Ken was there also adorned in pastel blue and silver earrings. You see the twitch in your Ken's jaw, the icy glare when Other Ken waves to you. "Let's go," he says, commandes really. He throws you over his shoulder and you're heading back the way you came. "I really wanted to see Mermaid Barbie..." You pout. "No no, you wanted to see a movie remember?" Ken corrects you, to be honest, he does that often. You're starting to doubt you even know your own wants anymore. 

Today Ken has you dressed in a pink and white dress. You remember Setrotypical Barbie use to love this dress. You run around the kitchen cooking a pretend dinner. You really want to go shipping, to pick out something you'd like. A rose pink Lolita skirt and a matching button-up. You really want to die. Although that's normal you always want to go shopping. You always want to die. You wonder if Ken will ever let you pick out your own dresses. You leave his plate in front of him as you loop your arms around his neck. You rest your chin on his head as he pulls you closer. Not picking your own clothes is a small price to pay for the intimacy you've craved for far too long. 

"Never has there ever been a girl as pretty" Ken whispers as he relishes in your presence. 

"Do you have any idea what you are?" He rasps, his lips hovering over yours. You're both sitting on the bed, watching the sun die for the day. 

Ken is a monster. At least that's what you're supposed to think. You have something in your mind something that squirmes around in what can only be described as reason. To call it wits and a conscious would be an overstatement. Lucide is a better word. Weak and brittle yet somehow still standing. Deep inside, your heart refuses to call Ken anything other than hero, savior, salvation. 

"I'm yours" it's the first truth that's left your mouth in a long long time. You cup his cheeks and kiss him with all the doom and gratitude that lies within you. And Wow Ken tastes like mint ice cream and shooting stars. Like dead dreams that lay on the tip of your tongue. He's the beach at night and the evermore gardens during the day. He's everything good and confusing and painful and sweet. Ken nibbles your ear, playfully, and coos sweet words into your soul. Spinning tales of how you'll be together forever. You soak in his presence, rolling his name around in your head. You keep your head filled with him before your own thoughts give you a heart attack. 

You're Barbie but now you are so much more than that. You're his Barbie. Ken's Barbie. Damaged yet simultaneously perfect. And he's perfect too, mesmerizing when the sun's rouge rays kiss his pretty face, bathing him in golden ichor.

You wonder if perfection and imperfection have always been in love. 

 Sometimes in the dead of night, you think of the little girl playing with you. Albit she isn't a little girl anymore, is she? Kids grow up. clawing and biting through the painful transformation. Sometimes it leaves their minds fragmented. Sometimes it leaves them less than whole. 

Judging by how long it's been, your little girl is grown up by now. You close your eyes and give Ken a final kiss before sleep overtakes you. You hope she's okay, even though you know that can never be true. Being "okay" doesn't seem to be a real thing in this universe. 

Because girls are broken and the universe knows this 

Because boys are broken and the universe knows this 

Because the universe does nothing. Just sits there and watches as life bends and breaks itself over and over again

Barbieland is broken too, imperfect and destroyed.

And so are the two of you. 

Yet in the end, it doesn't matter. 

For as broken as the world is the most important of things has been resolved. 

Ken has his Barbie.

And Barbie has her Ken. 

[yandere-wishes]

YESS that sounds so good. maybe reader feels useful and needed for the first time and doesn’t really understand her feelings so when yandere!ken starts to get intense, she just tells herself it’s normal and at least she’s needed, not like the other barbie’s

YES!!! Maybe this Barbie has had self-deprecating thoughts for a long time but was very good at masking them. Unlike Main Barbie, she didn't show any physical symptoms. When Ken starts to notice her and give her attention she just bubbles over with joy. This is wrong she knows this in her plastic bones, the Kens are running everything. But just once she's wanted and needed and the feeling of being loved in any capacity is so addicting. It might just end with Main Barbie and the gang snatching her away and trying to "undo the brainwashing" It's going to be quite a shock when she explains that she wasn't brainwashed in the first place. Just lonely and in need of affection...

[yandere-wishes]

Hi! I just started reading your Yandere Ken drabbles! I love how you interpret him, especially because he has such strong yandere potential (he literally tried controlling the government so Barbie would become his girlfriend). And "He's Just Ken" has such beautiful writing, especially in describing Reader's depression/suicidal thoughts! I have two questions for you. 1) Would Reader ever tell Ken her intrusive thoughts (intentionally or accidentally)? 2) Does Ken ever grow to love Reader for her, instead of only loving her for being a replacement for Margo! Barbie?

Throughout the movie (especially during/after the Ken takeover) all I could think about was Yandere Ken. Like his Yandere potential was so intense it was practically radiating off the Silver Screen!! I absolutely loved it!! As for your questions

Yes!! Barbie!Reader would totally tell Ken about her intrusive thoughts, her constant sadness, her phantom pain, everything, just all of it. She's very emotionally reliant on Ken and he's the only person who's ever made her feel good about herself. She would tell him everything internationally and even seek his support emotionally and physically. Ken would 100% help her through her rough days by giving her motivation and lots of affection! He'd also continue giving her lots of validation on her good days. He's just so in love with reader!Barbie because she was the only one to give him the affection he desperately craved. They have a very co-dependent relationship that sometimes borders on manipulative. But hey it all works out.

This was a tough one (Mostly cause I also ship Gosling!Ken and Margo!Barbie) I want to say that it's complicated. In Ken's mind Reader!Barbie and Margo!Barbie are interchangeable. Margo!Barbie is kinda like who Ken bases his ideal wants off of. Then tries to portray them onto Reader!Barbie whilst also keeping her better qualities. Does that make sense? It's kinda like he's incapable of understanding that they are separate people. This works out since Margo!Barbie has left Barbieland. But if Ken ever came face to face with both of them he'd probably malfunction.🤣

Thank you so much for the questions!!! They were so fun to answer!!

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What if the self harm marks from readers real world girl showed up on reader? How would Ken/ the Kens react?

(Tbh I think it would be hilarious if they all had an obsession with reader because, let’s be real, they share one single brain cell)

I read this ask while I was in the car and while I was reading it the radio guy went: "Our next song is by Mermaid Barbie herself, she's John Cena's girlfriend in the movie and plays three separate characters!" then "dance the night" came on. It was at that moment that I realized I either ship Mermaid Barbie and Mermaid Ken or I want to be a mermaid and be with Mermaid Ken🤣🤣🤣

WARNINGS: Self-harm, cuts, self-hatred

Okay, so this was actually very thought-provoking. I didn't actually think anyone would care about the offhanded self-harm line.

If Reader!Barbie ever got visual scars (like her real-world girl) The Ken's would be SO concerned. Ryan!Ken would have a breakdown then and there. He blames himself and is so busy panicking and fussing over the reader that he doesn't let her even explain where the scars came from. He'll be hugging reader and balling his eyes out when Simu!Ken runs in. He heard all the commotion from the beach and got worried that something had happened to reader. When reader explains what happened to her arm and why Ryan!Ken is crying, Simu!Ken just sits next to her quietly. He hugs her and kisses her forehead, whispering that everything is going to be okay. Reader is unfaced, she knew her malfunction would eventually start to show visual symptoms. She's just glad it's something she can easily hide behind long leaves or a few bracelets

We don't talk about the other ken's enough so that's exactly what we're going to do in this story.

Ryan!Ken eventually overcomes his panic attack and shoos Simu!Ken out of the Mojo Dojo Casa House. Simu!Ken leaves but not before pressing a final kiss to the back of Barbie!Reader's hand. Later that night Ryan!Ken snuggles with Barbie!Reader, he traces kisses down her scars. While whispering I love you into her ear.

Mermaid Ken soon hears about this (I HC that Mermaid Ken and Ryan!Ken ara actually friends since Ryan!Ken kinda just hangs out by the beach so often.) He makes her seashell bracelets and gifts them to her. He's also sure to compliment her daily as a way to help her with her self-hate/intrusive thoughts. He also always brings her pretty shells or starfish from under the sea. I feel like the other Ken's would also try to give her little gifts and lots of motivation and compliments. Some of the Barbie might also do this since they want their friend to start feeling good about herself again.

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*Gosling!Ken and reader walking through barbieland wearing the cutest matching pastel outfits that he picked out*

Gosling!Ken: we are literally the best boyfriend girlfriend here, nobody even compares to us

*Simu!Ken waves at reader while wearing a pastel outfit*

Gosling!Ken: nope, no, definitely not *picks up reader and carry’s her all the way back to his mojo dojo casa house*

Reader *from over Kens shoulder*: I thought you were going to teach me all about beach

Gosling!Ken: didn’t you say you wanted to stay in my mojo dojo casa house and watch movies and cuddle?

Reader: I don’t think I-

Gosling!Ken: you totally did, I remember it

Reader: oh, ok

OIJSUNFIS!!! I am so using this as a scene in the Yan!Ken x reader. This would be 10x funnier if Reader wants to see Shang-Chi or Akira Project. Ken would just die inside🤣🤣🤣

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just an idea but maybe when the barbie’s are brainwashed, something prevents reader from being brainwashed but since stereotypical barbie is gone, ken sets his eyes on the y/n barbie and forces her to serve him and live in his mojo dojo casa house idk 😭😂

I can work with this!! I'm thinking that the reader is another stereotypical Barbie. She doesn't look like Main Barbie but she's similar in role and personality to her. I think Ken mostly projects onto her.

You're not her, not Barbie, not his Barbie at least. She's gone, ran away, or worst malfunctioned. But that doesn't stop Ken from clinging to you. Desperate for the attention you give him. Desperate for the way you comb your fingers through his hair. This isn't love you think as you sit on Other Barbie's bed staring out at the beach. This isn't love, but then again love may have never really existed in Barbie land, to begin with.

Let me know what you guys think.

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Did anyone else get yandere vibes from Ken or was it just me??