Whatta Man
masterlist // ao3
*Summary: After a year together, Ken has been living happily with his Barbie girl, and nothing was going to change that for Ken.
*Rating: +18 for mild mature content
*Content/Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
*Status: Series (Part 2)/Complete?
"And so for day 2, I was thinking we could do… this look." She draped a giant drawing across the kitchen table
"Oh that was a great look." He smiled back at her. While he had gotten mostly adjusted to the real world, Ken found himself still very much unaware of the world outside his girlfriend. She leaned in to kiss him and he leaned just as far forward to match her. He pulled away and looked at her eyes, which were all cutely curled up at the ends, which just made him smile all that much more. Her phone buzzed behind her and she turned to look at it.
"Crap. I forgot…" She huffed and picked the device up
"Forgot about what?" He followed her gaze
"I was supposed to have lunch today with some friends from out of town… I've known them since we were little and I forgot to make a reservation for somewhere nice." She fretted, "Can you come with me?"
"Why?" He asked with a smile
"Because I mentioned I had a new… newer boyfriend that they want to meet…" She explained, "That and I'm just so much less stressed about everything when you're around."
"Okay, let me pick an outfit out." He ran to their bedroom and combed through his corner of their closet. Theirs. He smiled down at his feet then got back into the zone, looking for something to compliment his girl. He finally found something and came out. “I’m ready.”
“You always look great.” She kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug, before running to the bedroom to change. He flipped his phone out and took a quick picture to send to Barbie, showing off his event. She liked the message and sent him a quick, ‘Looking good!’
“Thanks barbie.” He smiled before hearing the door of the bedroom again. He looked up from his phone and his eyes darted towards his girl.
“Okay, now I’m ready.” She picked up the end of her dress and gave Ken a twirl before she walked over to him
“Should we go then?” He offered his arm for her to hold onto
“Yes. Let me just grab my other wallet.” She looked around quickly then took his hand when she found what she needed. She rested her head against his arm while they walked to the car and he went to open the door for her. She got in to drive and she unlocked the door for him on the other side. He quickly slid in, and got comfy before she started the car and they went on their way.
“So… tell me about your friends.” He said as he adjusted the rearview mirror
“Well I don’t know much about them anymore… but we were close before I went off to school.”
“I see.” He listened to her
“Well there was Gabby, Bella…” She listed off people and Ken did his best to follow along as he got a run down of who betrayed who, whose boyfriend someone else in the group had dated. It honestly made his head spin trying to keep the facts straight. “And I think that’s all.”
“Sounds good.” He said softly, trying not to show how much pain his head was in
“Here, wait here and I’ll see if this place can seat us before I go find a parking spot.” She put the car into park and ran inside. After coming back with approval, she gave her keys to the valet and waited with Ken in the doorway. She texted her friends quickly, and Ken caught a glimpse of her phone. He looked back up towards the ceiling so as not to read her messages, but saw that her background was a picture of the two of them. He felt like he needed to say something to her at that moment.
“The lights in the restaurant make you look even more pretty than normal.” It was stilted, but sweet nonetheless
“Thanks.” She pecked his forehead before shoving her phone back into her bag, and held his hands. His grip tightened around her hands before bringing a hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
“I…” He started to say when her phone rang. He let go of her and let her pick the call up
“Sorry.” She said before stepping out of the doorway and out onto the sidewalk, where she started waving an arm around. Ken watched as a group of women surrounded her, and she started hugging everyone. She talked louder and louder until Ken thought she was practically screaming. He tiptoed up to the door before seeing that the group was about to come in, so he held the door open.
“Thank you.” One of her friends said, and shoved some money down his front pocket
“Katie.” His girlfriend scoffed, “This is my boyfriend, Ken.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She sheepishly apologized and took the money back out, shoving it deep into her purse
“Ken, this is Katie, Grace, Bella, and Gabby.”
“Hi.” He smiled, “I’m Ken.”
The girls seemed to whisper in between each other, not that he wasn’t used to that in Barbieland, but his girlfriend seemed a little down after they talked. What had they said to her? He hated seeing her sad. Even when she told him that she needed to feel sad sometimes, he never wanted to see the pain in her eyes. That would break his heart. He managed to navigate a successful segway, “Should we go sit down?”
“Yes.” She nodded and went up to the hostess to get the group settled in. He went to reach for her hand while they walked to the table, but it seemed like her pace matched closer with her friends as they hurried across the restaurant. He practically sprinted to get there first and pull out all the chairs for his girlfriend and her friends. Once she was seated, and he was sitting beside her, she said a quiet “Thank you.”
“So, we get together all the time to get coffee, but we don’t get to see you nearly as often, what’s life like for you out here in Los Angeles?” Gabby, at least Ken thought anyway, asked his girlfriend
“Oh it’s not too bad.” She smiled, “I’m having a lot of fun out here and it’s wonderful being by the beach all the time.”
“I bet. But you don’t look any tanner!”
“Yeah, I try to wear sunblock.” She laughed
“Have you been out to Sonoma since you’ve been here? Ooh, what about San Francisco?”
“No, I've been pretty busy with my job…” She started
“What’s the fun in that?”
“Well it’s not, but someone’s gotta pay the bills.” She laughed again
“Oh, he doesn’t work for you?”
“No, we’ve been…”
“I’ve been looking for a job.” Ken said, “It’s been a little hard, but I’ve been really trying.”
“You must work in the tech field.”
“No actually…” He seemed to have to fight to get a word in edgewise
“Obviously he’s a model, with bleach blond hair like that!”
“No.” He replied, a little more curt
“Oh, then are you a surfer?” Gabby prodded, without really wanting to know the answer
“He doesn’t have a job right now.” His girlfriend finally interjected, which made the women sour on him, “But that’s okay. I make more than enough.”
“Alright ladies, who wants drinks?” The waiter asked as he came up to the table. Everyone put their orders in and Ken looked down and around at the place setting.
“Excuse me.” His girlfriend left the table for a second to go to the bathroom, which left Ken alone with these women he barely knew.
“You know it’s weird. You’re like so perfect… almost like a doll or something.” Katie said after a couple seconds of silence had fallen on the group
“Yeah. She was always obsessed with Ken dolls as a kid.” Grace laughed, “She was always a little weird.”
“That’s okay though, we’re fine with weird.” Gabby reassured Ken, as she seemed to sense that he was giving her a weird look
“Okay?” He said. The waiter dropped the drinks off and the girls went on and on about ‘the good old days’. His girlfriend returned, and not a moment too soon for Ken. Because now he needed to go. He got up and waited around the corner for a second before hearing the women speak up.
“I’m so sorry sweetie.”
“Sorry?” Unmistakably his woman’s voice
“That your guy is… kind of a bum. I mean, how’s he even going to afford a wedding.”
“We just started dating a year ago. It’s way too early to think about that.” She said with a huff
“I mean if I were you I’d just want someone that could provide for me…”
Ken had heard enough, he stormed into the bathroom and his lip quivered as he felt a hot stream flow down from his eyes. He whipped his phone out and dialed the one person that could help him navigate his feelings in that moment.
“Ken?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked him
“I hate feelings, Barbie!” He screamed
“Ken. Deep breath. One. Two. Three.” She coached him, and he breathed loudly into the phone, “What are you feeling?”
“I’ve got these stupid streams of water on my face.” He gestured at himself
“Those would be tears.”
“Yeah! And my chest is all hot.”
“Are you feeling anger?” She asked
“Yes, I think that’s what this is.” He let out another deep breath
“And why do you think you’re angry?”
“I feel like I’m missing things.”
“Ken…”
“No. Not those kinds of things Barbie. I mean… a job. A gynec…”
“Ken, you really don’t need a gynecologist. But a job, I can understand that. What brought this up?”
“Talking with, you know… her friends.”
“Oh.”
“How do I stop… mad?”
“Well just go out there, and focus on her.”
“Focus on her. Got it. What else?”
“Take one more deep breath before you go back out there. Hope you can figure the rest out, bye!”
He took one more deep breath and went back to the table where he took her hand and held it under the table. She leaned gently into him as the group talked over the meal. She took care of the meal and said bye to her friends before they all went off on their separate ways and she flagged down the valet. She squeezed his hand tightly and bit the inside of her cheek to hide how she was feeling.
“Hey,” He took his other hand and used it to guide her face towards his, “It’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry. I don’t remember them being this big of assholes…” She let a tear fall down her face and he wiped it away
“They’re assholes.” He nodded. He let go of her hand and opened the door for her when the valet pulled the car up. After he got in, she immediately put the car in drive and drove as fast as she could from that restaurant. Ken could see her trying to hold back her cries and told her to pull over so that she could let her feelings out. She nodded, found a place to park, and began to cry. “They were so mean to you… I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” She managed to say and looked up at the roof of her car to get the tears to stop for a minute, “When you went to the bathroom… they just said horrible things about you.” He nodded along. “They were just so mean for no reason, other than to make themselves feel better about their stupid little lives.”
“Yeah.” He reached across the console and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “I have something to tell you.” Her whole body went stiff, she seemed to seize up when he said that.
“Y-Yeah?” She practically whispered
“I heard what they said…” He started. God she looked mortified. “But I heard you too… the way you defended me, fought for me… and I love you. Just you. Just… how you are now. Not that I don’t want things to change for the better, but… right now. I like you. I love you. I love you.”
“Ken.” She sniffled and practically jumped across the center and into his lap. She kept crying, burying her head into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around her as the water works drenched his shirt. “I love you too. Only you Ken.”
“I love you.” He said quieter, but right into her ear so she could hear him profess his love again
“I love you.” She repeated
“I love you.”
She took a deep breath before saying it with her whole chest, “I love you, Ken.” He cupped her cheeks in between the palms of his hands and kissed her. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him back with an intense passion. Slowly they pull apart from each other, but not without the other trying to restart the kiss once more. Then she said, “I don’t care about anything they said. You don’t have to get a job if you don’t want to… just be mine, and I’ll be happy forever.”
“Anything for you.” He kissed her cheek “But I really want a job. And a car. Can I have that?”
“Yeah.” She smiled and hid her face back in the crook of his neck. “We should probably continue this at home… Or here.”
“No. No. Not here.” He laughed… Was he feeling jealous?
“Okay.” She unhooked herself from his lap and switched back to the driver’s seat. She rested one hand on the wheel, and let the other drift to the console where Ken’s hand was already waiting to intertwine with hers. She drove them home and they ran to their apartment. She locked the door carefully, and after making sure the thing wouldn’t budge she ran into Ken’s arms. He held her tightly before nearly slamming her into the nearest wall. After making sure she hadn’t hurt her head from his force, he picked her up and kissed her up against the wall. She pressed all her weight into him and held him flush across her body. “Say it again.”
“What?”
“You know… the love thing.” She asked shyly
“Oh. I love you.” He smirked as he said it, surprised at how much power those words had on her. He toyed with the collar of her shirt and let a gentle peck linger on her collarbone. She ran a hand carefully through his hair as he did this.
“I love you.” She whispered into his ear. He looked up into her eyes before pressing his lips against hers. She broke their contact once again to say, “I love you Ken…”
“I love you too.” He scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, throwing her down on their bed. He towered over her and put his hands down along the side of her body. Her hands reached out and held onto his forearms, pulling him closer to her. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her and her hands moved from his arms to his cheeks. She cupped them and returned his kiss
“I’d be happy with just this.” She told him, while looking into his eyes
“I’m happy too.” He kissed her forehead
“You sure?” She shifted to sit up a little
“Positive.” He rested his nose against the side of her cheek. He took a deep breath and rolled off her, to sit by her side. She leaned against him and intertwined her hand with his.
“It feels good to say it.” She said after they had sat in silence for a couple of moments
“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to say it for a while.”
“You could have said it any time you had wanted.” She reassured him
“I know… but I wanted to make sure before I said it. It’s kind of a big deal.”
“I get it. It can be hard…” She explained to him, “Even when you think you feel it, you don’t know if the other person feels the same way… it’s just hard.”
“Well this…” He gestured at the two of them, “This isn’t hard.”
“No it’s not. It’s something special.”
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