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Kenchanted Pt.1

(Ken x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Lost in the chaotic and gritty human world, you come to Ken’s rescue. He’s determined to find his one true love who is also lost in the human world, Barbie, and despite your cynical and pessimistic view of “true love”, you help. You and Ken’s views of life and love are constantly clashing and arguments constantly follow. Yet the more time you spend together, you both begin to fall in love with the epitome of everything you once disagreed with. But you are both promised to others and you are from two different worlds, pink and grey.

Warnings: Swearing, V brief harassment (nothing intense), YN thinks Ken is mentally ill/disturbed, Mentions of police

( Super special thanks for my pookie mutual @detectiveapparatiagreen for proofreading for triggers💖 )

Word Count: 3.5k

Tropes Used: Grumpy x Sunshine, She fell first/He fell harder, Slow burn, Unexpected/Unintentional pining, Fantasy vs Reality

( This is based off the Disney movie Enchanted so it’s kinda like an AU, with a touch of Warm Bodies and Aquamarine. Also I named YN’s boyfriend after Oppenheimer in honor of Barbenheimer but I just realized that a Robert is in Enchanted too😭. Also this is steering off a bit from canon in the Barbie movie to cater more to Enchanted’s storyline so Ken doesn’t become a typical man/antagonist.

And lastly YN is basically Ken’s opposite personality-wise and clothing color palette-wise, I typically always have all my YN’s fashion style ambiguous in my stories unless it’s a direct effect to the story so that’s why I’m just forewarning )

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(R/n) = Roommates name

“God, learn to have a little fun, bitch!”

You flipped out your middle finger over your shoulder as you walked away without looking back at the man near the bar. Despite your platant rejections and constant explanations that you were about to leave the club, the man that approached you with sexual intentions still ran his mouth on how you should let him buy you a drink. You endlessly declined and when he began to grow impatient and rude that’s when you told him off and marched off to find your roommate, (R/n), in the crowd who had gone to retrieve your coats.

The music thrusted into your eardrums and rumbled your brain so intensely you wondered if you’d be able to get away with calling off work the next morning. You leaned against a wall to take off your heels, leaving your feet in just your pantyhose as (R/n) reunited with you holding both hers and your own jacket in her arms. She laid your jacket over your shoulders and you instantly huddled it around your short dress to prepare to step into the breezy, rainy night.

“Of course the night we finally have the energy to go clubbing is the night we have work in the early morning.” (R/n) chuckled into your ear as the two of you left through the doors in giggles. Once out into the storming outdoors, (R/n) and you stood by a wall under some shade as she began to order an uber through her phone to get you guys back home. You yawned as you people watched while you waited for her to order, letting your eyes wander and linger on the LA characters that either rushed past you with jackets over their head or walking with umbrellas.

Some you could assume were clubbing like you, some ran to catch cabs, some looked to be just getting out of work. Each person that crossed your line of vision were all different and unique… but there was one specific individual that made you do a double-take: the bleach blond man wearing rollerblades and blindingly bright neon that stood out in the dark night.

He was sitting on the curb of the sidewalk getting drenched by the rain with his head in his hands, seemingly sobbing dramatically. You frowned in concern and curiosity. You faintly nudged your friend. “Is that guy okay?” Your friend looked up at you with confusion until she looked over to where your eyes were locked. She wasn’t as worried as you and simply brushed him off. “Huh? Oh… Just leave him to it.”

That offered no apathy to cease your attention on the bold man. You just couldn’t brush him off no matter how hard you tried, it was like you were feeling this magnetic pull towards him. “I’m just gonna go check on him.” You told your friend as you stepped into the thundering storm with your hand acting as a shield above your eyes to prevent rain hitting them, and began walking towards the perfectly tanned stranger.

You stopped once you were right next to him, the cold droplets of water quickly dampening your styled hair. “Hey. Are you alright?” You said, loud enough for him to hear you over the rain.

The bleach blond thrashed his face out of his hands to look up at you with tears endlessly flooding out of his blue eyes and his lips trembling. “No! I am not alright!” He loudly wailed out. “Barbie got arrested! And they wouldn’t take me with her! I tried to follow them but then I got lost in this humongous place! But while I was wandering I discovered that men on horses rule this world and at first that seemed so awesome but I still couldn’t even do anything because I need a bunch of papers to do stuff! And even though I am a man, people are still not being very nice to me!”

He already lost you a while ago with his fast yet confusing words which prompted you to stare blankly, but his last complaint resonated with you enough to erupt a chuckle from you. “Yeah, well, welcome to LA.”

The man halted his dramatic crying to stare at you with his watering eyes lighting up. “Thank you.” He breathed out with a sniffle and a grateful tone of voice. Your smile twitched down and your brows furrowed at him.

“And I lost my visor cap! And now I am leaking from my eyes!” He suddenly exclaimed as he touched his wet cheeks. “But the worst part of it all is…” he reached up to grip onto his soaking wet blond locks, “my hair is WET! Why is the sky sprinkling water and making my hair flat and squishy?!” He yelled and physically jumped and yelped like a child when lightning cracked in the sky.

You didn’t mean to just stare blankly stare at him with your mouth slightly open and your eyebrows slightly furrowed, but you just didn’t know how to react to how this man, who you were now assuming wasn’t right in the head, was acting. “You mean the rain?” You finally asked with multiple confused blinks.

The man harshly sniffled again. “Well, I HATE the rain!” He yelled while glaring up at the sky like he now had a vengeful grudge against it.

You kneeled down next to him to be at eye-level. “Do you have your phone with you? Or any money?” The man wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I’ve never owned a phone.” He looked back over to you, the rain dripping down his face washing his tears away. “And what would I need money for?”

You blinked, dumbfounded in its rawest form. You just stared at him again with a complete loss for words at his question. You looked him up and down, taking in every neon detail on his skater outfit. You probably looked like you were seeing an alien for the first time. “…Do you need me to call somebody for you?”

He vaguely chuckled with a small smile as he looked at you like you were the weird one. “I don't think they'd hear you from here.” Again, your jaw went slack at your loss for words; intense confusion baffling you. “What?”

You glanced around, trying to find some sort of camera crew. Your eyes returned to the blond man who cradled his knees to his chest and reached up to touch his wet hair. He was pouting and wearing the saddest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen on a grown man. You needed to help this poor, troubled guy.

“What’s your name?” He took his hand out of his hair and released his knees, letting his legs fall straight as he looked at his neon strain roller blades. “Ken.” “No, like, what’s your full name?” You added. He tore his eyes off his feet to look back at you. “Kenneth or And Ken.”

You forced an awkward laugh and smile as you tried to hide how you were beginning to lose your patience. “No, what’s your last name?” Ken gave you another weird look. “How many names do you people have?”

Your frown began to deepen as your annoyance began to grow visible in your features. “…So it’s just Ken?” You asked, a slight snap to your voice. “Well it’s usually Barbie and Ken.” Ken explained with a pep to his own voice. Your brows crinkled, “You keep mentioning Barbie. Like the doll? Are you named after Barbie’s boyfriend Ken or something?”

Ken shook his head with a toothy smile. “No, I am Ken.”

‘This guy must have escaped from the ward.’ You mentally noted. “Where exactly are you from, Ken?” You asked, hoping to get a solid enough answer to help you navigate where he needs to get to.

“Barbieland.” Ken answered without hesitation, leaving you once again baffled. A loud thunderclap snapped you back into your senses as the rain began to pick up. You looked over your shoulder at (R/n) who pointed at her phone, trying to tell you the uber was about to pull up. You looked back to Ken who returned to sadly staring at his rollerblades and clutching his sopping wet hair.

You pursed your lips together, deep in debating thought, until you let out a groaning sigh. You rose to your feet and draped your jacket over Ken’s head and shoulders. He looked up at you with surprise and opened his mouth to say something but you strictly cut him off. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” You instructed him before rushing over to your dry friend.

“Okay, so Boris will be picking us up in a gray Toyota and I’ll just request what you owe me on Paypal-” “I think we should take him with us.” You cut (R/n) off as she watched the tracking map on Uber, her eyes snapping up towards you. She glanced over at Ken getting pretty comfortable in your jacket on the sidewalk curb before looking back at you with an eyebrow raise.

“(Y/n), what?” Now she was the baffled one looking at an alien over how out-of-character your request was. However, a smirk stretched across her lips. “Usually I’m the one wanting to bring home strange men at night.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a glare. “It’s not like that.” You glimpsed over your shoulder at Ken.

“That guy is the farthest thing from my type as you can get.”

You turned back to (R/n). “And you know I would never do that to Rob.”

(R/n) visibly cringed and shut her eyes, holding her hand up to stop you. “Ew, I’ve told you before I don’t like to hear that guys name on girls night.” You slapped her hand out of your face. “We’re not gonna have this argument again right now.” You grumbled, knowing how passionate (R/n) was about verbalizing her distaste for your boyfriend Rob. She shook her head. “We’re not because you didn’t say his name.”

You sighed, dismissing that whole rift in the conversation. “I just can’t leave him like this. He’s lost and confused and will get sick in this rain.” You explained to your roommate who didn’t seem to even mind. “As long as I don’t have to give up my room or share my morning waffles and we lock our bedrooms. And if he ends up being a thief or murderer or rap-” You cut her off.

“He’s not staying the night. I just wanna get him out of the rain and send him back to whatever mental institution he came from. He is not staying the night.” You stated with a stern expression. He’d be out of your apartment quicker than he got there. It’s not that you didn’t have room for a guest, other than prioritizing you and your friends safety, you just didn’t want to take care of this crazy man any more than you had to.

After (R/n) told you you’d be taking the heavier load on the overall cost, you hurried back over to Ken who was still wrapped up comfortably in your jacket. You planted your hand softly on his shoulder, grabbing his attention rather quickly. “Come on, Ken. You can get dry at my place and we’ll try and get you home.”

Ken’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and tried to stumble up to his feet due to his rollerblades before you grabbed his muscular arm to help him up safely. You pushed away the observation of how tall he actually was when he stood up to focus more on wheeling him over to the Uber (R/n) was waving you over to.

Ken skated circles around you and (R/n) as you walked down the hallway of your apartment building as he talked your ear off. “-and then we had to ride a snowmobile through the snow, which was very cold and not good for my hair. And then that’s when we rollerbladed into Venice Beach. Barbie did not like your world by the way, like within the first second we got there her mood instantly bummed out. And then-”

As soon as you got him seated in the car, he instantly began telling you how he got to that sidewalk curb that somehow involved his whole life story. You tuned him out about halfway through, you just couldn’t comprehend what he was telling you; Barbieland, Barbie, disco parties, Kens, Barbies, beaching, Mattel, a portal, Barbie’s flat feet, horses.

It was crazy to you. His story, his words, his personality, his clothes, quite literally everything about him. You nearly began to regret picking up just another LA nutjob on the street.

“-and now I’m here with you tired looking ladies in this kinda ugly, gloomy building. They should paint these walls a brighter color. Like pink! Or blue!” Ken joyfully said with his wide smile never faltering as he continued to skate down the halls. His upbeat energy was beginning to sicken you.

He started to skate backwards to continue talking into your annoyed face. “But don’t worry, I'm positive that Barbie is already out of jail and looking for me. No doubt by morning she'll come and pick me up and we’ll go home and the two of us will finally kiss under the stars.”

A snigger finally cracked out of you. “Right.” From the snippets of his story you paid attention to, it didn’t sound like this Barbie girl he kept talking about was all that interested in him. You wanted to press on about that but knew you’d just be met with blind stupidity.

(R/n) seemed to be having the opposite reactions and opinions from you as all she did was humor his story and laugh at his jokes. What was entertaining for her was agitating for you. “Well all I can do for you is let you in for a minute so you can dry off.” You asserted as you neared your apartment door.

“Thank you!” Ken chirped out, still clinging to your jacket that was still wrapped around him. “So if she’s (R/n), what’s your name? You never gave me it.” You told him your name and he repeated it out loud, testing it in different voice tones which annoyed you even more. ‘I just need to last another hour or two and then he’s out of my life and out of my sight’ you kept telling yourself to keep your composure.

You finally reached your front door and began to fish out your keys from your purse. You rustled through your stuff and held back your exhausted groan, digging through to find them. Ken’s vibrant neon color palette still blinded your peripheral vision. You fleetingly glanced over to him, “What is it with this outfit of yours anyways?”

Ken looked down at his clothes with a confident smile and placed his hands on his hips. “You like it?” Your brows furrowed together. “No, it's just… I thought you said you didn’t have any money.” “I don’t. Clothes just come to me.” Ken said simply as you finally found your keys.

“Like people give you clothes or you design them?” (R/n) questioned. “No, clothes literally just come to me.” Ken stated with that bright grin still intact with his lips.

You stared at him with that ‘are you serious’ expression. “Why don't we see about getting you a car.” You quickly said before you unlocked your front door.

(R/n) approached you in a fit of giggles while you sat at your dining room table scanning over a map for places to drop Ken off. She grasped onto your tense shoulders as she tried to regain a steady breath after her stomach-hurting laughter from something Ken had previously told her.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Can’t he sleep here tonight?” She asked you with a pleading smile. You didn’t spare her a glance and shook your head like a strict mother, your eyes still remaining on the map. “No way.”

(R/n) sighed in disappointment and was about to go back over to the couch where Ken was sitting all wrapped up in towels until she caught the sight of him leaning all the way back into the couch. His eyes blissfully closed and his mouth open enough for a vague snore.

“Um, (Y/n). He looks really tired.” She whispered down to you. Your eyes shot up to see the couch from where you were sitting to witness Ken already fast asleep. “What? Oh, no. That's not acceptable.” You stood up, the intention of physically hurling him off your couch flaring your imagination.

“Are you really gonna make him go?” (R/n) asked sadly with a pout. You turned to her with a glare. Of course you had to be the only sensible one, taking on responsibility. Sometimes you felt like the only adult in a world full of children, the only one with a stable head on their shoulders. “Just go to bed. I’ll handle this.” You asserted.

(R/n) delicately grabbed your arm before you could march over to him. “He’s so funny though, and he seems pretty harmless.” You sighed and turned to her with a softer tone in your expression and eyes. “(R/n), he is a seriously confused and troubled man who's fallen into our laps. All I want to do is get him home.” You explained as plainly as you could.

“So he’s not gonna stay?” (R/n) asked again but put on a brighter smile to try to convince you. “No.” You harshly deadpanned. “Now go to bed.” She huffed but turned on her heels anyway in pursuit of her room.

Once you heard the closing of her door, you made your way over to the snoozing psychopath. With your hands on your hips, you glared down at him as if trying to telepathically make him wake up. You reached down to his arm, about to violently shake him awake, but your fingers halted and hovered over his toned bicep.

You glanced up to his face as you were frozen, mindlessly taking the time to get a proper look at his face for the first time. You nearly couldn’t mentally deny that when he wasn’t rabidly sobbing or babbling his mouth off, he was actually very beautiful. The most beautiful guy you’ve ever actually seen, almost like he was fake. He was too physically perfect.

You snapped yourself out of your admiring daze, almost not believing you got distracted with physical attraction. You deepened your frown and finally pushed your hand against his arm, a weak attempt to wake Mr Sleeping Beauty. You pushed one more time to find he was still fast asleep. You gruffly sighed and pulled out your phone, clicking into the Uber app.

You were just going to send him to the nearest police station, he’ll be the cops’ problem now and Ken can tell them all about his Barbie life. However, before you could hit the final button to get the car your eyes glanced up to Ken once more. Except this time you couldn’t look away as he subconsciously snuggled in the towels wrapped around him.

‘Just push the damn button and get him out of here’ is what you kept yelling at yourself. So why couldn’t you do it? Of course right when it came down to it, you felt yourself going soft for this lunatic… with very blue eyes and an innocent kind of sweet smile. Despite his prettiness and despite his aggravating immaturity, you still felt this gravitational pull towards this strange man.

You sighed and turned off your phone, ruthlessly cursing yourself at your failure to get rid of him. You just couldn’t bring yourself to kick him out, something you knew you were going to regret when he woke up and began talking non-stop again. Still, you found yourself gently laying him properly down across the couch on the pillow and replacing the damp towels with a blanket.

You denied your own small smile at his sleeping form as you left for your bedroom. You hadn’t thought about Barbie dolls in a very long time, but all of his Barbie talk made you sit in your bed in silence for a few minutes. You wished you still had your Barbie dolls with you instead of them sitting in a box in your parents basement. You just wanted to at least look at your favorite childhood toy.

Not your Ken doll though.

You buried him three feet underground in your backyard when playing funeral with your Barbie dolls and forgot he was still down there.

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xoglamourqueen · 2 years

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Giselle’s wedding dress from the movie Enchanted (2007) 💖

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azural83 · 1 year

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Not the 2D animation looking ten times better in 2007 than 2022😭

#disney is rich enough to buy several countries yet can't put some effort in their 2D animation #disgusting #disney disenchanted #disenchanted #disney movies #disney #enchanted movie #disney enchanted #enchanted

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hibiscuit-rose · 1 year

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hello today is my girlfriends birthday plus our 1 year anniversary <33

i drew her favorite idina menzel musical characters and also us at the bottom ^w^

#flighty arty #maureen johnson #rent musical #elphaba #elphaba thropp #wicked #wicked musical #the wild party #nancy tremaine #enchanted #enchanted movie #lgbt art #lesbian art #lesbian artist #idina menzel

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fencecollapsed · 1 year

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they invented romance

#enchanted #enchanted movie #giselle enchanted #robert enchanted #traditional art #ink drawing #fencedraws

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spiritsurfers · 14 days

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🔴/🔵 -->⚪

https://spiritsurfers.substack.com/p/video-decoding-the-blue-ray-through

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televisionquoteseverywhere · 1 year

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Enchanted (2007)

Giselle

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augustmoon259 · 1 year

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"Enchanted" Nancy Tremaine x Prince Edward

Nancy Tremaine was a hopeless romantic.

It had all started when she was growing up. As a child, she was acquainted with fairy tales of princes and princesses, magical creatures, and the romances or adventures of storybook heroes. Nancy liked the idea of marrying a prince and living happily ever after, just like those princesses.

But as she got older, that idea became less of a possibility, and more of a fantasy. The boys, and later men, that she dated, weren't princes - not even knights. And Nancy herself felt like she wasn't suited for the role of a fairy tale heroine anymore.

Fairy tale heroines didn't struggle through high school, and then college classes, to earn a degree in fashion design. They didn't have to work themselves to the bone getting their business off the ground, and then making sure that business stayed afloat.

Nancy wasn't that little girl who wanted to be a princess anymore. She had become a self-sufficient woman, the manager of her own design studio. She would be fine on her own, which was why she didn't need a prince - just someone who respected her.

Perhaps that's what drew her to Robert.

He was kind towards Nancy, but theirs was not a whirlwind romance. Disappointing as this might have been to a younger her, Nancy was satisfied with Robert. They both knew exactly what to expect from the other.

Which was why it was all the more shocking, after she arrived at Robert's apartment one morning, to find an unknown woman sprawled on top of him.

Nancy had left angrily, taking the cab to her studio. Robert sent dozens of apology texts afterwards. Part of her understood that Robert wasn't that kind of guy, but the other part didn't want to listen.

When a pair of doves, bearing heart shaped roses, and a ticket to the King and Queen's Ball, surprised Nancy, she was even more astounded to discover they were from Robert. The rest of Nancy's anger faded away, replaced by anticipation for the upcoming ball.

She and Robert danced, and generally had a good time. Nancy thought it'd be the end of the matter, until the redheaded woman, Giselle, showed up with her date Edward. And even though they had just met…

Nancy knew that he was like everything she imagined a fairy tale prince to be.

He graciously asked for her hand, and invited her to waltz with him. Nancy enjoyed dancing with Edward, but she couldn't help observing Robert and Giselle. Nancy politely excused herself, then proceeded to switch dance partners. She could tell though, Robert's mind was elsewhere.

The rest of the night's events happened in a flash: the arrival of Edward's step-mother, Giselle's poisoning, and finally, the defeat of the evil queen.

Not only did she have to accept that magic was actually real, but that Robert was happier with another woman. And they were perfect for each other! It was true love's kiss! How could Nancy argue against that? Giselle was even willing to fight a dragon to save Robert!

Yes, the best thing Nancy could do was wish for their happiness. But where did that leave her? On the floor of the ballroom, holding onto Giselle's forgotten shoe.

"Why so sad, beautiful lady?"

Edward kneeled and tilted his head slightly, his expression perplexed.

"She forgot her shoe… figures."

Nancy smiled ruefully at Edward. For a moment, he looked at the shoe in her hands, and then gently took it into his grasp. Edward gazed at Nancy, as he asked her,

"May I?"

She nodded, confused, but gave Edward her permission. To Nancy's amazement,

"It's a perfect fit."

Edward took her hands in his, and helped her to a standing position. Nancy looked at Edward, who was gazing at her with wonder, and she knew that she must be doing the same.

✦✦✦

One wedding later, Nancy Tremaine had officially become the new Queen of Andalasia.

Nancy could hardly believe that everything that had happened wasn't a dream. But when she woke up the next morning and pinched herself, she was still in bed with the most charming man she'd ever met.

She smiled, as she looked at the soundly sleeping Edward.

After the marriage and the after-party celebration, they had retired to the royal chambers. Contrary to her enthusiasm when following Edward to Andalasia, Nancy now felt calmer as the excitement wore off.

Of course she still felt delighted about being in a fairy tale, but Nancy had things to do before enjoying her happily ever after.

For one, she needed to sort out her affairs: the design studio, her apartment, the paperwork and legal procedures…

Nancy groaned, as she imagined all of the work that had to be done, just to make sure she wouldn't end up on New York's Missing Persons List.

Evidently, her groaning was loud enough to wake up Edward, as she could feel him stirring beside her. Edward yawned, rubbed his eyes, and then propped himself up to gaze at Nancy.

"Good morning, my beautiful queen!"

"Good morning to you as well, my handsome king."

Nancy smiled, but then her happiness faded after remembering that, yes, she was the queen now - which meant more work that needed to be done! Edward noticed Nancy's distress, and gently questioned her.

"My love, what's wrong?"

"Well, I… I was just thinking of my home, Edward."

"Your home? The kingdom of castles in the sky?"

Nancy looked puzzled for a moment at what Edward could be alluding to. Then, she felt a light bulb go off in her head.

"Oh, you mean the buildings! Yes, I was thinking about New York City."

"What an odd place it was! So many steel beasts! And yet, no one seemed happy when I freed them from the clutches of those nefarious creatures!"

"Okay, if I'm understanding you correctly, which I'm pretty sure I am, you're talking about cars? Or buses? And how exactly did you free them, Edward?"

"Why, stabbing the beast with my sword!"

Nancy sat up in shock, her eyes wide, after she heard Edward's response.

"Oh my God, Edward! You can't do that! Someone could have gotten hurt!"

"But Nancy, they were unharmed!"

"For goodness sake, Edward, of course they were! Those weren't beasts! They were armored carriages used to transport people!"

Nancy sighed, trying to relax herself. She closed her eyes and opened them again, glancing at Edward, who had a kicked puppy look on his face. Nancy couldn't stand to see him unhappy, so she decided to forgive him. But she would make sure that Edward was well informed the next time he visited Earth.

"Well, it's hardly your fault that you don't know what cars are. But promise me you'll never attack someone with a sword again, okay?"

"I promise, my love!"

Nancy giggled at how quickly Edward bounced back. She wondered how to explain to Edward what was on her mind.

"Anyway, I was just thinking about what I needed to do back home. If I don't deal with them, I can't stay with you in Andalasia…"

Last night, Nancy and Edward had talked with each other until they both fell asleep. Edward had apologized to Nancy that they could not go on a "date" before marrying each other. So they proceeded to talk about their likes and dislikes, their interests, and other topics that came up in their conversation. Nancy was happy that Edward was so different from Robert.

Robert was a good man, but it was hard for him to open up to her. Nancy now understood that Robert was coming off of a bad marriage, and a partner who had left him alone to care for their daughter. As for her, she was a busy career woman, who was also dealing with the unexpected loss of her single mother.

At that time, Nancy and Robert functioned as the stable presence that the other needed in their lives. But it wasn't the right moment for them to fall in love. Maybe that's why it was so easy for Robert to fall in love with Giselle, and for Nancy to fall in love with Edward.

"So, if magic exists, you wouldn't happen to know any fairy godmothers, would you, Edward? Or even just a fairy?"

"As a matter of fact, my dear Nancy, there's something I would like to show you later!"

Edward and Nancy got out of bed, and rang for the servants to help them prepare for the day. After getting dressed, Nancy joined Edward in the dining room for breakfast. Once they finished, they briefly met with a royal advisor to hear about the ongoing work in the castle, now that Narissa was gone.

Finally, Edward led Nancy to a nondescript door in the castle. When he placed his hand on its surface, there was a flash of light, and Nancy could see something akin to a lock being opened.

Inside the room was a wand on a dais. The wand was sculpted from golden brown wood, with ornate carvings on its handle.

"Wow! Is this a magic wand?"

"Not just any wand, but an Andalasian Wishing Wand! Or simply, a Wand of Wishes."

"You can make wishes? Edward, that's wonderful! Are there rules on how to use it?"

"Only that you must be a true son or daughter of Andalasia."

"That's too bad then… I wasn't born in Andalasia…"

Edward chuckled, and Nancy blushed, as she wondered what Edward thought was so funny.

"My dear, but you are a daughter of Andalasia! You married me, a son, which makes you a daughter of Andalasia."

Nancy gasped, as she realized that Edward was right.

Walking up to the dais, Nancy gingerly picked up the wand, and gave it an experimental wave. Deciding to start with an easy wish, she remembered her phone, which she had thrown away during the wedding.

"I wish… I had my phone, perfectly still intact."

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, Nancy could feel something materialize in her hand, the one that wasn't holding onto the wand.

She gasped for the second time that day. In Nancy's hand was her old phone - not a single crack to be seen!

"It works! It really works!"

Nancy jumped into Edward's arms, and he responded by enthusiastically hugging her.

"Thank you so much for this, Edward! With a magic wand, anything is possible, even in New York!"

She stepped back, and anxiously met Edward's gaze.

"Will you be alright while I'm gone? Can you manage things in the kingdom alone?"

"It's a daunting task, to be sure. But that's what the royal advisors and council are for! To support the king and queen of Andalasia."

Nancy saw how confident Edward was, and knew that she had nothing to worry about. She gave Edward one last embrace, and then wished that she was in New York.

✦✦✦

According to her wish, Nancy found herself standing in her apartment.

Everything was just as she left it, right before she had gone to the ball with Robert. Nancy decided to change out of her queenly dress, and into a more casual outfit. Afterwards, she dug through her belongings to find her important documents.

Nancy had wondered what to do regarding her design studio. Not only was it a product of years of hard work, she had to consider her employees who would be out of a job if Nancy suddenly retired.

This left Nancy in a predicament. If the design studio was here to stay, then who would manage it?

Someone who'd know about Nancy's circumstances… Someone who was aware of magic. More importantly, someone who had a keen eye for fashion.

Only one person came to mind - Giselle. Nancy had noticed that the redheaded woman looked beautiful, in her purple halter dress, the night of the ball. Perhaps it was a stretch, but Nancy didn't exactly have many options at the moment.

Gathering her documents in one arm, Nancy left to head towards Robert's apartment. When she got there, Nancy steeled herself, and then knocked on the door. She waited in the hallway, until she heard footsteps approaching.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a bit busy at the moment… Nancy?!"

Robert stood at the door, with a shocked expression on his face. He was wearing a business suit, with the jacket off, leaving him in just a dress shirt.

"Hi, Robert. Mind if I come in?"

"O-of course not…"

Robert moved aside to allow Nancy into his apartment. She looked around, searching for Giselle, and stopped at the sight of a certain man.

"You're… Edward's manservant, Nathaniel?"

"Oh! My lady, how nice it is to see you again."

Nathaniel stood up from the couch where he had been sitting, and bowed at Nancy.

"Um, you don't need to do that…"

"Don't I? Are you not Prince Edward's beloved?"

"How did you…?"

Nancy was surprised that Nathaniel was aware of her and Edward's relationship.

"I saw you two at the ball. You returned with him to Andalasia."

"…Nathaniel told me about what happened with you and Prince Edward. I'm - I'm sorry for hurting you, Nancy…"

"It's okay, Robert. I'm happy for you and Giselle, truly. I've had some time to think about our relationship, and, well, I think we're better off as just friends."

She gave Robert a small smile, and Robert smiled back uncertainly. Nancy walked towards a chair in the living room, then sat down. She noticed that the table in front of the couch was full of papers. Nancy questioned Robert, and he explained that he was working with Nathaniel to get him citizenship in the US.

Nancy realized she had forgotten that Nathaniel, Giselle, and Edward weren't US citizens. Without that, Giselle couldn't manage her design studio.

She asked Robert again, how long it would take for all of the paperwork to go through. He shook his head exasperatedly, and said it would take months at the least. He also had to worry about Giselle's citizenship. Nancy smirked, and took out the magic wand in her purse.

"I think I have the solution to both of our problems."

"Is that… a stick?"

Robert looked skeptical, until Nancy wished that Nathaniel and Giselle were citizens of the United States. On the table appeared passports, birth certificates, and other documents for both Nathaniel and Giselle. Robert examined the passport for Giselle, and was amazed to find that it looked like a real passport.

After he finished examining the passport, Robert stared at Nancy and the wand in her hand. Not knowing what else to do, Nancy put the wand back into her purse.

"So, magic wishing wand… it says a lot, that this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me. How do we know these documents are real though?"

"Well, you could try looking them up on the internet? Try looking for when Giselle 'graduated' high school."

Robert took Nancy's advice, and grabbed his laptop to look up the school that Giselle had "graduated" from. He found a yearbook on the school's website, and when he opened it, he saw Giselle's photo along with the other graduates.

"Hold on… so the magic wand altered reality?"

"It's true, Sir Robert. In my mind, there exists memories that did not exist before. And a life that I previously had not led…"

Nathaniel seemed to be somewhere else, as his gaze focused on something that Robert and Nancy couldn't see.

"If that's happened to Nathaniel, then Giselle…"

There was frantic knocking on Robert's front door, and Robert hurried over to open it. Giselle was panting, and Morgan worriedly stood by her.

"Oh, Robert, it's terrible! I arrived here with Morgan after going out to the park, but when we came back, I felt a sudden rush of memories! But, but, they aren't my memories! At least, I don't think they are! So we ran up to your apartment as quickly as possible, and… oh my!"

Giselle covered her mouth when she spotted Nancy, and Nancy awkwardly stood up to wave at Giselle.

"Hi? Sorry about that! I kind of made a wish for you and Nathaniel to have new lives here on Earth…"

"Really?! Thank you so much, Ms. Nancy!"

"Please, call me Nancy - oof!"

Nancy's breath left her lungs after Giselle enthusiastically hugged her. They separated, and Nancy could feel herself taking in oxygen again. Meanwhile, Giselle was eagerly examining her shiny new passport. Nancy remembered the documents she had brought with her.

"I have another surprise for you, Giselle. You see, I'm a fashion designer, which means I make clothing for other people. And I run my own… shop. I sell the clothes I make to people who want to buy them. I need someone to take my place now that I'll be living in Andalasia, and I think that person should be you."

Giselle raptly paid attention to Nancy's words, and she covered her mouth again when she heard this shocking news.

"M- me? B-but, how can I accept, especially with what happened at the ball…!"

Giselle was crying, both tears of happiness and regret, as she felt underserving of Nancy's generosity.

"No, please don't cry Giselle! I'm doing fine now! Robert and I have agreed to just be friends, and Edward gives you and Robert his blessings."

The redheaded woman brushed her tears away, and smiled at Nancy. She whispered her thanks to Nancy again, and then went to the bathroom to wash her face. Nancy handed Robert the documents that she had brought with her.

"Here you go, Robert. This is everything you need for the design studio. I've included the deed of transfer of business ownership, which I've signed and dated. You'll need to get Giselle to sign it, and then go to have it officially notarized."

"This is amazing, Nancy! You've done so much for all of us today…"

"Like I told Giselle, you really don't need to thank me. Besides, you still have a lot of work ahead of you. Teach Giselle how to run her own business, and also how to live in New York. Oh, and please don't let wild animals near other people without properly sanitizing and training them first."

Nancy frowned when she remembered conversing with the woodland animals at her wedding. She learned from them more about Giselle's past, and how she was an orphan abandoned in the forest to be raised by them.

Giving Robert, Nathaniel, Morgan, and Giselle one last goodbye, Nancy headed to her (former) studio. It would still be open today, since she left her assistant, May, in charge of running the place whenever she was gone.

Arriving at the studio, Nancy greeted the secretary at the front. Then, she went to find May, who was deep in a conversation with one of the designers.

"May! I have great news to share with you!"

"Nancy?! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? You weren't supposed to come in for a couple more days!"

May looked pleasantly surprised to see Nancy.

"Yes, yes, about that… something happened at the ball, something big."

"You're telling me! I heard all about it on the tv! Man, those actors did a really great job with their performances. And that dragon was soooo realistic!"

Nancy was amused to hear that everyone at the ball thought the events of the night had been fake.

"That's big news, yes, but not what I want to talk to you about. May, I'm leaving the design studio."

"What?! You are?! Isn't this too sudden….?!"

May grabbed Nancy's hands, and squeezed them anxiously.

"I know how this sounds, but you were right May. I never actually gave up on my dream of finding a fairytale prince. And, well, I've found him. He's different from Robert, in all the right ways. For once in my life, I want to be spontaneous. And hey, if this doesn't work out, I can always come back to New York."

Unbeknownst to May, Nancy was being literal. If things didn't pan out in Andalasia, Nancy could always go back to Earth, maybe even start a new business.

Nancy and May shared a heartfelt embrace, as May wished Nancy the best in her future endeavors. Nancy thanked her, and told her about how she'd already found a replacement for the studio. That being said, it would take months for Giselle to be ready, which was enough time for the employees to finish the designs from customers who had already ordered. Meanwhile, the studio would no longer be accepting new commissions from customers.

May was not only in charge of the employees, she would eventually help Giselle adjust to her new role as boss.

Before going back to her apartment, Nancy walked to Home Depot to buy a pair of high visibility safety vests, and hardhats. She and Edward would need these whenever they visited New York through the wishing well/ manhole. Nancy also went to a clothing store to buy a casual outfit for Edward.

Nancy ate a small meal for herself, and then returned to her apartment.

Glancing around, Nancy smiled mischievously. She knew that she would have to return the wand when she was back in Andalasia. For now though, there was one last wish she could make.

"I wish my purse was bottomless, so it could fit anything I wanted inside, without affecting its appearance on the outside."

Nancy waited for the magic to be cast, and then got to work stuffing things from her apartment into her bag. Books, articles of clothing, technology - everything she wanted to bring with her, she stored inside her purse.

Deciding that this was enough, Nancy held onto the wishing wand, and wished that she was back in Andalasia.

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Time passed, and Nancy adjusted to her rule as Queen. Running a kingdom was like running her design studio, except on hard mode.

She ensured that everyone had relatively equal opportunities, that the kingdom's budget was being handled appropriately, and that non-human creatures could have a say in what laws and ordinances were passed.

Nancy also learned that in Andalasia, no one ate meat. Nancy was glad that she was already a vegetarian back on Earth. It was actually rather enlightening for her to learn that animals in Andalasia weren't like animals back on Earth. There weren't any carnivorous animals at all, and even animals who appeared to be carnivores, like owls, could subsist entirely on fruits, veggies, and plants.

She had a theory that the magic of this fairytale world made it so animals evolved differently, and that they could live in harmony together.

Because animals here were able to communicate with humans, humans needed to trade and barter with them for supplies. For example, if one wanted wool, they would barter with the sheep. No animals were domesticated as livestock in Andalasia. Some preferred living in the wild, while others didn't mind interacting with humans.

It was fascinating to Nancy, and she enjoyed learning new things everyday. While it was easy to deal with the animals, it was harder for Nancy to reason with entities like dragons or trolls.

Trolls, as it turns out, liked to chase humans. It was a sport for them to pretend to scare humans into thinking they'd eat them. This led Edward and other "troll hunters" into actually believing the trolls would eat them, if they didn't catch them first. After tying the troll up, they'd send the troll to do work like mining.

Nancy was frightened when she met the first troll Edward had caught since her time in Andalasia. She reminded herself though that this was unlikely to be the last time she'd meet a troll. So she steeled herself and attempted to communicate with it.

To her surprise, the troll actually spoke to her. He answered slowly and awkwardly, but Nancy could understand him. So Nancy decided to ask him questions, like why trolls "ate" humans. Apparently, no one had ever actually questioned a troll.

The troll, named Fred, told Nancy that trolls liked to chase things. It was in their instincts to chase after fast, moving objects - like humans. Nancy inquired after what happened to the trolls in the mines, and she also found out that the trolls actually liked mining. It was good for them to focus on the labor intensive work, as it required them to use their strength.

So it was really a big misunderstanding all along! Humans and trolls didn't communicate, which was why people misconstrued an activity of the trolls as trying to eat them. Trolls needed an output for their natural instincts, but otherwise, they could be well meaning citizens of Andalasia.

Nancy brokered peace with the trolls, and gradually, more trolls integrated themselves into jobs like law enforcement.

A year passed, and Nancy was proud of herself of how much progress she'd made in that year. She was a queen who was respected and loved by her people, none more so than her husband Edward.

Nancy was grateful for Edward being by her side, as they learned how to rule the kingdom together. Edward knew when to be prideful, but also when to be humble and earnest. Nancy could not forget how he and other "troll hunters" had apologized to the trolls for hunting them (and vice versa).

She wanted to do something special for Edward, since it would be their one year anniversary together.

Edward had shown Nancy his "memory tree", which was a tree planted in the royal gardens. It contained all of the memories of the royal family. Memories of what they held near and dear to their hearts.

Nancy planned to meet Edward at this tree, and do something she had never done before in Andalasia - sing.

She wasn't a bad singer, but Nancy had only ever sung in school choirs and parties. She didn't think that she could pull off what everyone from Andalasia did so effortlessly - proclaiming to the world about her innermost thoughts and desires. But for Edward, she would try.

On the night of their anniversary, Nancy led Edward to a table she had set up underneath the shade of the willow tree. They dined together, and laughed about their memories of the past year.

Nancy gazed at the wonderful man who was her husband, and she could feel something stirring in her heart. In that moment, she knew what she would say.

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milfromanroy · 1 year

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watching enchanted and where the fuck are all the Giselle/edward/robert poly fanfics this is a top tier ship am i the only one seeing this shit

#ok but au where edward is the one who falls into the portal and meets robert....#literally writing the fanfic as we speak #enchanted #giselle enchanted #enchanted movie #also i havent seen disenchanted yet but eveyones saying its shit #and if thats true i will kms #disenchanted #prince edward enchanted #robert enchanted

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roberrtphilip · 2 months

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Amy Adams and Patrick Dempsey rehearsing "So Close" from Enchanted (2007)

#amy adams #patrick dempsey #enchanted #disneyedit #enchantededit #robselle #enchanted 2007 #enchanted movie #god I think about this video every single day #also sorry I know the quality is ass but sadly it was filmed in 2006 😪#rucksack*

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homosandhomies · 1 year

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#summer says stuff #movie march madness #mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls movie #enchanted movie #enchanted 2007 #enchanted

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angelofthenight · 3 months

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Kenchanted Pt.2

(Ken x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, Parental neglect, Unintentional flashing (from Ken), Toxic bf, Cheating accusation

( Super special trigger proofread credits to @detectiveapparatiagreen )

Word Count: 2.9k

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Your childhood was shorter than average. You stopped playing with your Barbie dolls years before everyone in your class, and stopped visiting playgrounds before them too. You had to grow up faster than all the other kids, much faster than what was good for you. You even started dressing more mature and desaturated.

You tied your own shoelaces while everyone still wore velcro. You had to apply your own bandaids while everyone had their parent kiss their “boo boos”. You did your own hair while other girls still had their mothers braiding their hair at the bus stop. You packed your own lunches and made your own meals. You were even the first one in your grade to start saving up money and the first one to hurry getting a job. You learned certain things about the world that the other kids were still shielded from.

But this was all for your own good. It's not that your parents didn’t love you or didn't want you, they just weren’t the best at taking care of you and spent more time arguing with each other and neglecting you than giving you attention and raising you. So you had to raise yourself to the best of your adolescent abilities. And you did it all alone.

You lost all color in your life, even your wardrobe consisted of mostly neutral colors like blacks, whites, grays, browns, and beiges. The light in your eyes had dimmed very early on in your life, as well as the life in your smile. Jokes rarely landed with you and your coworkers basically thought of you as a far-too-serious person with a stick so far up your ass you could see it if you opened your mouth. People often joked behind your back that you were the embodiment of Grumpy Bear.

You witnessed the love your parents had for each other disintegrate over time right before your very own young prepubescent eyes. Your perceptions of love had been completely destroyed and demolished far too early in your life, which sucked even more joy out of your world. That gave you even more reason to stick through life alone.

You didn’t need anybody in your life, at least emotionally. You viewed marriage as a partnership and not a love pact. So you just found someone whose lifestyle suited your own, had a comparable financial status with yours, who you could tolerate, whose future aligned well with yours, and was handsome; a guy named Robert. Sure, maybe he didn’t treat you the best and thought a little too highly of himself, but he met your five ideal relationship essentials.

You were an easily annoyed individual and, for lack of a better word, grouchy so you never really concerned yourself with the idea of ‘fun’. You had far too much responsibility in your life yet the girl who you’ve known since before your childhood died and momentarily lived with would choose fun over responsibility any day of the week.

Every social outing or party or club you went to was because you were dragged along. Although you’d never admit you did end up having fun each time, (R/n) saw right through you which was why she continued to force you out.

And even though you saw the world as it really was, black and white, a blazingly vibrant blob of color still managed to blind your vision last stormy night. And now this mysterious, broke, crazy, ridiculously dressed stranger who claimed to be from “Barbieland” had spent the night on your couch.

But when you found your couch empty, you almost couldn’t resist your sigh of relief that it was all just a dream. You started to walk back to your room to make your bed before you got ready to go to work until you froze in your tracks before you got to pass your closed bathroom.

You heard the shower running, (R/n) never took morning showers as she should already be ready to leave soon for her job. You heard a masculine voice humming a seemingly gibberish song, that was definitely not (R/n).

Your eyes were wide with disbelief at the fact that last night might’ve not been a dream. You knocked on the door with your knuckles, “Hello?” A lively and cheerful response followed, “Come on in!”

You heard the water slow down to a stop before you twisted the door handle and stepped inside. “So, I just-” You cut yourself off in a rapid speed, your breath sucking down your threat, and averted your eyes off of a naked Ken who just barely wrapped a towel around his hips in time. “Oh! Morning, (Y/n)!” He pepped up with an ecstatic grin plastered across his face.

You desperately tried to keep your eyes off him in such a state when water still dripped down his muscular tan chest and perfectly toned abs. “How’d you sleep?” He chirped without a care in the world while he shook the water out of his bleach blond hair.

You massaged your scalp as your eyes were still big, still not willing to accept your reality. “I’m not sure I’ve woken up yet.” You mumbled to yourself. You glanced back over to Ken whose towel was not high enough for your liking as his V was showing more and more. “Can you please fix your towel.” You suddenly barked at him.

Ken simply chuckled at you. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t have genitals. See?” Ken opened up his towel like a book to show you proof but you had already thrashed your head away with an “Oh my god!”

Ken giggled like a little girl at your reaction, still trying to persuade you to look at his completely flat pelvis but you refused with the belief he was lying. “Put your towel back on!” You exclaimed a little too loud which slightly scared Ken enough to cover himself back up. You peeked over your shoulder with a breath of relief and pink hues threatening to creep up onto your face.

“By the way, your shower is amazing! Like something was actually coming out! It was like the sky!” Ken beamed at you, pointing enthusiastically at your shower. “At first I was not a fan of water because it did not agree with my hair, but then I was just playing around with your bathroom and BOOM water came out of your shower head. I was a little nervous but I put on my brave smolder and jumped in and it was incredible!”

Ken giggled again and stood facing your shower with a look of admiration, his hands on his hips and a fascinated smile on his lips. You fought back your glare over the confusion on how amazed he was by something you found so simple.

“I’m sorry, why were you even in my bathroom?” You questioned snarkily. He turned back to you with a broad shrug. “I was bored! I was going to make you breakfast to say thanks for rescuing me but your kitchen was a little scary looking and I don’t really know how to cook. And it’s been way too long since I’ve last seen my reflection so the bathroom is where I went.”

“Just please next time you want to take a hot shower, crack open a window.” You moodily commented as you rushed over to open up the bathroom window, letting the steamy air escape.

A loud knock had come from the other side of the front door, (R/n) opening it as she was just about to leave for work. However, her face dropped drastically at the sight of her least favorite person.

“Mornin’, sweet-tart.” Rob said with a sour smirk, his feelings mutual with your friend. “Hi, Rob.” (R/n) grumbled with a deep frown and unpleasant eyes. An evil smile grew though as she sized him up. “Looks like somebody skipped leg day.” She told him blatantly.

Rob instantly ditched his fake smile, his eyes forming a glare. “Where’s (Y/n).” He asked, getting straight to the point.

“And lay a towel down because look,” you pointed down to the small puddles on your clean tile floor so Ken could see, “my floor is all wet.” You muttered incoherent complaints under your breath like an uptight mother about how you just washed and scrubbed your bathroom floor as you grabbed a towel to drop on the floor. You began to use your foot to wipe up the puddles with the towel and for some reason, Ken really found that fun.

“Ooo! I wanna help!” He raved, putting his foot on the same towel as you and moving it around in a sloppy manner. “No, Ken!” You exclaimed but it was too delayed as Ken had already jerked the towel to one side making your feet be pulled from right under you, Ken clumsily slipping with you. You fell right through the open doorway, landing painfully on your back with Ken collapsing on top of you, both of you groaning from the impact.

And of course it was just your luck that your vain boyfriend stepped in just in time to see your position with the otherworldly handsome, practically naked, muscular man. You probably would’ve been a blushing mess if you were more focused on Ken on top of you like this; his forearms flat on the ground on both sides of your head, his hefty biceps practically right in your face, his thighs trapping yours, and his chest pressed up against yours.

But the knowledge of how provocative the position was in front of your partner was far too distracting. “Rob?!” You shrieked at the sight of your wide-eyed, fuming boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you on the ground. “What’s up, dude!” Ken greeted casually with an animated grin, slowly rising off of you.

“Who the hell is this?” Rob growled in shock with nostrils flaring, he never would have taken you for that kind of person. You harshly shoved Ken the rest of the way off you to scramble to your feet. “This is nothing!” You desperately tried to explain but Ken had already beat you to your boyfriend, struggling to keep his towel up while raising his hand up to await a guy handshake. “I'm Ken!”

You violently yanked Ken away by the arm, receiving a childish “ow!”. “This is nobody! He was lost and I was trying to help-” Rob cut you off with a snarky bite to his tone and expression. “With finding the shower?”

Ken shoved his way back into the conversation with an overly excited demeanor and energy. “The shower! The shower is amazing, Rob!” Rob glared up at the tan blond with an enraged snarl. “Oh, yeah, I'm sure it was.” He responded sarcastically as he turned to leave with a stomp in his step.

“Wait, Rob! Please calm down so we can talk-” You begged as you trailed after him. “Talk about what, (Y/n)? How you never let me stay the night? But it’s my bad,” he stopped in his tracks to turn to you, shooting you a venomous glare, “I thought this was my sophisticated girlfriend’s place, not a whorehouse.”

You gaped at him in hurt as he turned back around to march out. You still chased after him even through the halls until he escaped through the elevator. You carried yourself back to your apartment with a new kind of exhaustion but mostly anger for a certain blond airhead. You returned back and quickly told (R/n) that you’d see her at dinner to send her on her way to work so that she wouldn’t have to witness you rip that Barbie Boy’s head off.

You stormed through your apartment towards a distinct noise all the way back into the bathroom to find Ken holding up your blow dryer to his hair. He was laughing with a gingerly smile, acting as if he was on a carnival ride as he dried his hair from all directions. He noticed you walk in and quickly told you, “He seems great!” He yelled over the loud sound of the hair tool. “And this thing is amazing!”

Your jaw tightened before you snatched the cord off the outlet, cutting the blow dryer off and causing Ken to frown with a deflated “awww”. “You gotta go.” You stated with a hostile undertone haunting your voice as you began walking away in a heated and intense irritation, pulling out your phone while Ken instantly followed you. “I don't know what your deal is, if you're waiting for your Barbie girlfriend, or whatever. I'll get you to a bus, a train, a plane, wherever, and then that's it! I won’t get any more involved after that.”

The heaviness to your footsteps and the fiery sharpness in your eyes as well as your practically growling voice made Ken’s eyebrows curve upwards. His head faintly tilted at your composure, trying to pinpoint what exactly was going on with you. You were certainly nothing like the cheery and easygoing Barbie women in his life, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it… or how to deal with it.

“Are you unhappy?” Ken asked through the thick tensioned air, almost nervous to even speak as if you’d seriously eat him alive like a wild beast.

You pivoted on your feet to face the still nearly naked man. Your lips were shaking as you resisted a snarl. “What?! I'm not unhappy, I'm angry!” You seethed in offense, your voice loud making Ken nearly wince. He was not used to people yelling at him, at all, and yet that seemed to be your favorite thing. “Angry?”

“Yes, angry!” You snapped viciously. “It's an unpleasant emotion. Ever heard of it in Barbieland?” Ken slowly nodded, still a little confused but began to trail off with uncertainty. “I have heard of it, but I-” You cut him off rudely. “You have created a completely unnecessary problem with Rob that I now have to fix! Now he’s convinced that you and I…” Your voice faded, a mix of disgust and embarrassment stealing the rest of your words that you didn’t want to say out loud.

Ken, however, deeply gasped with bulging eyes and hands near his mouth. “Kissed?!”

You blinked at the dumb blond, yet you nodded anyway. “…Yeah, something like that.”

Ken gasped once again. “Oh no!” He lunged forward to grab you by the elbows. “You need to go to him! Go to him and throw rocks at his window under his balcony! Then just scream as loud as you can how much you love him.” His eyes lit up, stars practically spiraling within them as a new idea sprung to his mind. “Or! Or you go to a party he’s at, go straight for the stage, request his favorite song to the DJ, and sing it!”

You rose a disturbed brow. “Sing to him?” He nodded ecstatically, his grin stretched far across his face. “Yes! And maybe perform planned choreography to really let him know!” His excessive excitement deflated to worry as he noticed your unreactive stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You tilted your head in the slightest, your evaluating stare never parting from him. “I don't know. It's just… it’s like you escaped from a Disney Channel movie or something.” He frowned, nearly cowering away. “Is that a bad thing?” You pursed your lips together, studying him with a mix of different emotions. “I’m not sure yet.”

He simpered with a sudden burst of life, his perfect pearly white teeth showing and not far from blinding you. “Then I’ll take it as a compliment!”

“If you’re coming with me to work then we need to get you better clothes to blend in.” You explained aloud to Ken who stood beside you as you rummaged through a bin full of (R/n)’s exes clothes labeled as “remains of lost boyfriends”. You pulled out a pair of knee length charcoal cargo shorts and a gray band t-shirt that looked big enough for him.

You rose to your feet to hand them out to Ken. “This looks big enough, here.” Ken smiled amusedly, glancing down at the distasteful top in your hands before returning to your waiting stare. “I'm not wearing that.”

Your teeth clenched and your brows crinkled. “Yes, you are.” Ken shook his head with a dorky, stubborn smile. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.”

Your grip tightened on the clothes making your knuckles white. “You’re gonna wear it and you’re gonna like it!” You barked. Ken pouted at your attitude and turned to sit on your bed like a rebellious toddler, crossing his arms. “I will not.” He then shrugged. “I’ll just wear what I wore yesterday.”

Your eyelids peeled back in horror. You would not be seen with him in public when he’s dressed like a funky highlighter from the 1980s. You would much rather walk across legos barefoot.

You angrily scowled down at him as you turned back to the bin with a growling groan. “Fine!” You moodily snatched out a short sleeve pastel pink button up. You threw it at the picky man. “Here! It’s pink! You happy?!”

Ken smiled a satisfied smile, holding it to his chest and nodding to you. “Very.”

#reader insert #ken carson x reader #ken x reader #ken carson #kenergy #Ken #I’m just Ken #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling #greta gerwig barbie #greta gerwig #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #barbie movie #barbie #fluff #enchanted movie #enchanted #disney enchanted

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