nonsense by mrs malfoy

side blog I can share with friends/I sort of wanted a clean slate so I created a new blog 🌻 daddy issues 🌻 raised by tv 🌻 i love fanfiction it is my greatest love and is directly tied to my sense of self and will to live

[fanpageknight]

Life meets Plastic

Posted:08/06/23

Title: Life meets Plastic

Ken x GN Human Reader

Summary: Ken meets the human who used to play with him.

[Platonic relationship]

Author's note:

Word Count: 1349

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Warnings: None [very wholesome]

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Barbie had an adventure to the real world alone and brought back her human Gloria, Gloria's daughter Sasha, and you, a new friend, Barbie, made along the way. The bright pinks of Barbieland welcomed you warmly as you stared in awe. The sunshine kissed your cheek, and the new plastic smell filled your nose. "That's Barbie...oh! And that Barbie... of course, we can forget Barbie." Gloria's Barbie points at almost every passing person as she drives along the beachside street. "Oh, and that guy over there is -" You cut her off, eyes widening in joy. "KEN!" You shout, causing Barbie to jump. "Um, yep, that's Ken... anyway, I live -" Once again, you don't let her finish. "Can we meet him?!" Everyone looks at you confused. "Really? You want to meet Ken?" Sasha asked. You nodded, excited. "I only ever had one doll growing up, and it was Ken. That Ken!" You pointed to the Ken, extremely excited. Barbie pulls over. "Why did you only have Ken? Why did you never get a Barbie?" Gloria asks as you exit the car. "I don't know. Let's not rehash my strange childhood." Barbie leads the way to the Ken you pointed to. She had hoped it could have been a different Ken, but oh well. He wasn't doing anything except standing around. "Ken!" She shouts, getting his attention. He turns around, and his face lights up when seeing Barbie. "Barbie!" He gives her a big hug welcoming her back. Ken's eyes are closed tight. "I missed you so much! I did so much beach while you were gone." Ken opens his eyes and begins to pull away from her when his eyes meet yours. You both immediately have an understanding that history has been through you both. Although Ken's never seen you before, you weren't a stranger to him. "K-ken?" Barbie asked, trying to get his attention. His dazed-out expression doesn't change as he gently moves Barbie. "Your..." He doesn't have to say it for you to start nodding. "You're... are you really my human?" He asked with an innocent puppy dog look. You began to get nervous. "Um yeah... I think so..." The quiet shock flips into uncontrollable joy. He hops up and down excited before picking you up and swinging you around in his arms. "My human! My human!" He shouts over and over as you laugh and hang on to him. "Why didn't you and Barbie do that?" Sasha asked her mom. "W-well, we were kinda in the middle of running from Mattel, so..." Ken laughed with you tightly, hugging you, never wanting to let go. "Wait!" He sets you down, holding onto your arms to look into your eyes. "You're y/n?!" You smile and nod. "Yeah!" Barbie jumped in. "How do you know their name?" Ken lifted their foot to show her your name was written on it. Barbie tilts her head. "I never knew you had a tattoo..." Ken turns all of his attention back to you. "You really played with me?!" You match his bounciness. "Yep! You were my favorite toy! I never went anywhere without you." Ken wanted to cry. Not only did you give him so much attention, but you love and care about him. "You hear that, Barbie! I was their favorite! I was their first pick." Barbie smiles happy for him. He turns back to you, his eyes full of sparkle. "What should we do first?!" Ken asks, excepting you to make all the decisions. "Oh, um... I don't know..." You look around the beach. "We could have a beach day." You suggest. "YES! I'm great at beach!" Ken grabs your hand and pulls you towards the beach. "Oh wait!" You stopped and turned to Barbie, Gloria, and Sasha. "You guys don't mind Monday if I run off with Ken, do you?" Gloria and Barbie shook their heads. "No, of course not. You're meant to have fun in Barbieland." Barbie says before watching you both walk off. "Kinda glad he's off my hands for the time being," Barbie tells Gloria as they head back to the car.

☆

"And that's Ken... and that's Ken... and that's Ken." He says, holding your hand as you walk down the beach. "Oh and that's-" You cut him off. "Let me guess, Ken?" He smiles at your joke. "No, actually, that's Allan. He's a friend." Ken stops as he gets an idea. "I know what we should do!" You smile. "Okay, what?" "Skip!" You chuckle. "What?" "Well I thought of it when we were walking, just now, and I figured instead of walking, we should skip!" You go along with it figuring doing anything with someone who cared about him was exciting to Ken. You began to skip with Ken down the pink hard sand, holding his hand. His giggles fill the air. The action was clinch and goofy but joyful nonetheless.

Ken's presents brought back many old memories you had of your childhood. Your little plastic friend was always by your side. Everywhere you went, the beach, horseback riding, doctors' appointments, and more. Maybe that's all life-size Ken wanted. He also wanted to go back to the time where you loved him more thing any other toy. You stopped skipping causing Ken to look at you confused. "Why'd you stop?" You were silent for a moment. "I know what we could do." Ken's face lights up again. "What?!"

☆

You sat on the edge of Barbies' bright pink couch with Ken on the floor in front of you. Gently, you run your fingers through his hair after the brush. A peaceful smile was found on Ken's blissful face. His eyes were closed, taking in the loving gesture. Barbie and her humans were up in her bedroom having a sleepover. She said you and Ken could sleep in the living room for your own sleepover. Honestly, you were happy to spend the night alone with Ken. It was peaceful. Then a thought crossed your mind. You recalled meeting Ken today he didn't recognize you. It was just an intuition he had. "Hey, Ken..." Your quiet voice breaks the silence enough to get his attention. "Mhm?" He hummed in response, still blissed out. "Do you remember me?" Ken's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "You're my human, y/n." He replied, not understanding what you were getting at. "I know that... and I know you know that, but... do you... actually, have any memories of us? Like from back when I played with you." You stop brushing his hair as he slowly turns to face you. He shakes his head like a sad puppy. "No..." You nod in a disappointed understanding. "But I know they happened." Ken continued carefully, taking your hand in his. "I don't know how I know, but I do. It's like... my soul understands who you are and how you loved me..." He lifts your chin to look at him before using his thumb to wipe away tears. "The love you gave me is a feeling so strong that even the coldest star can be relit a hundred miles away, so... even though I don't remember... I could never forget." He leans up and kisses your cheek before you fall forward into his arms sobbing at his words. Ken's large hand strokes your hair. "You're my human, and I'll always live you for it." You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. He doesn't dare to let go. If he can give you even just an ounce of the unconditional love you gave him, then his little plastic life would be completed. He's your doll. Ken was made for you. Pulling back slightly. "I'm sorry, I don't remember our tone together in the real world, but I'm here now, so we can make lots of new awesome memories... if you wanna..." He says the last part, a tad shy, causing you to chuckle lightly through tears. "I'd like that..." You lend forward and return his kiss to his tan cheek. "I love you, Ken." Ken smiled. "I love you too, y/n."

[malfoynonsense]

I’ve been numb so long and now that I finally feel things i hate it

I’m angry all the time. I’m angry at myself, at my dad for dying, at my mom, at my sister, at my cats, the dog, my friends, the world

I’m just so angry all the time 

[malfoynonsense]

Trying to find the type of age gap romance books I want to read is impossible because i see ppl say "huge age gap" and what they mean is 15 year gap...

Meanwhile I want downright geriatric romance with like a 30-year old and 65-year-old characters....

[dollanganger-in-the-attic]

Swan Bed from Flowers in the Attic the Origin (Garden of Shadows)

[malfoynonsense]

<3

[malfoynonsense]

How do i acquire something like this?

[dollanganger-in-the-attic]

I took this shitty pic off my laptop screen with my phone camera bc streaming services dont allow screenshots anymore. Why do i keep seeing it be reposted when the reblog button exists? Its not even a good pic 🥲

[malfoynonsense]

i got it from pinterest:o I think you can report stuff there if you don’t want it circulating there D: anyway gonna find it from your blog and reblog it <3

[malfoynonsense]

I'm paranoid everyone thinks I'm a lesbian because I'm a spinster and damn I am not emotionally ready to deal with that.

I don't know why I've got so much internalized homophobia. Literally don't have an issue with other ppl, but i wish I was straight because honestly that sounds the easier route.

I don't want to be like this.

How do i get rid of internalized homophobia fr, i just want to feel comfortable :(

[malfoynonsense]

i’m not *generally* an uneducated or unwise woman but

i was today years old when i learned that nietzche was a pretty recent GERMAN philosopher and not an ancient chinese one.

[malfoynonsense]

How do i acquire something like this?

Source: @dollanganger-in-the-attic <3

[malfoynonsense]

Okay on a brighter note i was supposed to post this earlier but Spinner definitely saw Eli punch Drew mid-job-interview, then made that "not bad" face and hired him anyway.

[malfoynonsense]

"The three of us will always have our road trip"

I am bawling my eyes out

[malfoynonsense]

I'm not a furry.

I am not- I am not a furry.

I tell myself, as I watch Rocket do literally anything, even exist.

[malfoynonsense]

exhausted

I’ve started getting up at 8 am because in four weeks i’ll start my summer job that’ll have me waking up at 6am. 

I’ve been tired for over a month now. Literally yawning left and right.

At first transitioning to waking up earlier, I was genuinely sleep deprivied because it took me two weeks to start falling asleep earlier. 

Now, for a while, I’m sleeping enough. I’m going to bed earlier, falling asleep earlier - sleeping the same amount than before, but just earlier. 

I’m exhausted. 

E X H A U S T E D. 

And that’s on adhd and delayed sleep phase. 

Even when you fix the habit and force yourself to fall asleep earlier, the body knows it’s wrong. The sleep is happening, but it’s at the wrong time, and it’s not as restorative. I’m so done.

[malfoynonsense]

I have an entrance exam next wednesday

I have 6 upcoming exams this summer

I spent 7 hours playing around with google calendar today(to be fair, i did use some time looking for where i can get the course books the cheapest/easiest)

something tells me calendar blocking will fail yet again because i make a pretty plan and then absolutely fail to do it. 

[malfoynonsense]

My adhd brain be like

*can’t focus because I can hear the clock ticking, and don’t even get me started on the sound of electricity*

But also:

*puts on thomas the tank engine theme song on loop, birds chirping and white noise on simulatenously to focus better*

[malfoynonsense]

My body is like a cranky toddler:

She's hungry until I serve her a plate of food and she no longer wants to eat.

She needs to shit until I take her to the bathroom, then she doesn't want to.

She's tired and sleepy until I put her to bed and then suddenly she's wide awake but too tired to get up and do anything beneficial or productive.

[malfoynonsense]

I’m unable to stick to plans

I don’t mean little plans like lunch dates or even attending game nights or other social events - although they give me great anxiety, especially the nights of drinking and partying that include friends of my friends that I don’t know well (and who for the most part are older, especially if they’re originally the friends of my friend’s partner). I fail to show up sometimes, and I’ve forgiven that to myself because sometimes anxiety just gets the better of me and that’s how things have always been, and that’s how things always shall remain. 

I mean the big plans. The major life decisions. The college major type issue, the future career - I am becoming the very stereotype of an adult with ADHD. 

I truly don’t know how my father did it. He got a job and stayed there until he died, and he made money, and for the first decade or two he supported his family and that was the end of things. 

Of course, his end wasn’t a pretty one. He developed alcholism and a gaming addiction so perhaps I shouldn’t look up to him as a hard worker and should avoid his faith and try to get myself through college with any means necessary. 

I, of course, have no family to support. I have no intention to marry and I have no intention of having children, but I would like to get a house some day. House and two dogs, and then perhaps go traveling from time to time - it all requires money. I need a job, but for whatever reason I refuse to get a blue collar one. Maybe it’s my mom who always talks that I was meant for more, and she would be disappointed to see me as any less than middle class when I properly grow up. 

Still, first it was English and translation for me, then I was to become and English teacher... then I chose philosophy as my minor, then theology, then went back to philosophy...Then I decided to become a nurse, then an engineer, then a crafts teacher - then a music teacher, and then I REALLY wanted to become a psychologist this spring and applied for yet another school... And I’m struggling with studying to the entrance exam because suddenly I really want to go back to studying English again. 

But God bless, if I decided to quit studying for the entrance exam now, my interest in Enlish studies would drop in less than five minutes. 

Why is it that I always want what I don’t have? That the second something becomes and obligation my interest in it all but disappears? Perhaps I should trick my brain and decide to quit studying for the entrance exam and it would interest me again?

The point of all this rambling is... that I’m tired. I’m so tired of this shit. Always chasing for more, always starting out strong and then trying my best to keep the dream alive long enough to reach it. 

And in the end I have nothing but an empty heart, an empty bank account and a pile of broken dreams. 

Yet I know if I stop reaching for the stars and settle for less than my mother wanted for me I shall have the same fate as my father and I do not want it. 

I don’t want my potential wasted because I can’t build consistent habits. I don’t want my interest to wither and die because I’m unable to stick to a plan. 

I don’t want to work in a factory with my bad back and my bad ankle and have my body fall apart in my 50s like my father. I don’t want to work in a factory where I am not intellectually challenged. 

I guess that’s where my father and I differ. He needed structure and routine like air. I despice routine and structure. He enjoyed working with his hands. I enjoy working with my hands only on my own terms; I could not imagine building things for money.

Perhaps he would’ve thrived in an intellectually challenging environment as well but he was born in the wrong decade. 

Perhaps he and I are similar and I have every privilege in the world he did not have and I still fail to make anything of myself.

Perhaps the problem is me and I’m only clinging to my adhd diagnosis as an explanation for why I’m such a failure. Perhaps I’m lazy and childlike; I reach for the stars but cannot build a ladder high enough to reach them. 

[malfoynonsense]

i’ve been debating getting a tablet and switching onto digital notes because i like handwriting better than typing but i also lose my notes CONSTANTLY so at least that way they would all be in the same place. 

I’ve got a touch screen laptop and tried digital notes with One Note AND IT’S THE SUCKIEST PIECE OF SHIT I HAVE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF ENCOUNTERING. 

I understand that a tablet will have better apps for note taking but gotta say, this piece of shit programme did nothing but put me off digital notes altogether. I’m FUCKING ANGRY because IT SUCKS SO HARD. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE one note. 

I hope the bloody thing gets scrapped and no one has to ever counter it because honestly i would not wish the one note experience on my worst enemy. 

Like who tf thought it’s a good idea you have to press “draw by hand” EVERY SINGLE TIME?!??!!?!!? AND THAT YOU CANNOT SCROLL WITHOUT USING KEYBOARD AND THEN HAVING TO CLIKC THORUGH #((#(#( MILLION THINGS TO PRESS DRAW BY HAND AGAIN?!?!?!!

DISHONOR. I HOPE WHOEVER DESGINED THE PIECE OF SHIT GETS FIRED AND THEY NEVER GET REHIRED AGAIN FOR DEVELOPING OR DESIGNING OR WHATEVER FUKCING SHIT DO ANYTHIGN FOR ANY TECH COMPANY EVER AGAIN THEY SHALL DO NO LABOR THAT REQUIRES ANY THOUGHT BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY HAVE PERHAPS ONE NEURON IN THEIR BRAIN AND EVEN THAT DOEST FIRE HALF THE TIME: 

I FUCKING HATE THIS PIECE OF SHIT THING AND I WISSH WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY BODY I COULD DELETE IT AND DESTROY IT AND LITERALLY SET FIRE TO EVERY LAPTOP AND OTHER DEVICE THAT HAS THE DISPLEASURE OF HAVING IT INSTALLED: 

FUCK ONE NOTE