Elemental But When They Touch Each Other It Tickles :]

elemental but when they touch each other it tickles :]

HEHEE I HAD to get Peter 3 next! >:3 Another victim claimed by Doc Ock! MWAHAHA! I feel like he wouldn’t last 3 seconds with those tickly actuators ehehe (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵*)

…Shouuuuld I get Peter 2 next?? 👀 ˚✧₊⁎( *｀ω´)

YOOOO IT CAME!! New cosplay UNLOCKED!!

Can you guess what I’m going as for Halloween? Hehe (*^^*) 🕷️❤️🖤

AHHH REQUESTS!! would it be okay to request switch!rgken and switch!sliu ken in a beach off/tickle fight?? have an awesome day🙏🙏 -⭐️

Beach-Off, With a Twist

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Yaaaay first Barbie fic!! I’ve been wanting to write for these two for so long jajsjas 😭 Okay so I honestly had no idea how I was going to differentiate between two characters with the same name, so I’ve colour coded their names, pronouns and dialogue! :) If I refer to Ryan Gosling’s Ken the text is Pink and Italic, and if I refer to Simu Liu’s Ken, it’s Bold and Blue! :D If this doesn’t really help, plz let me know so I can try and improve it 😔 Hope you guys enjoy! 🫶🏻

“Once again, seems like you couldn’t handle all this beach, Ken.”

Great. How many times did Ken have to hurt himself when shredding waves at the beach? Surprisingly, he wasn’t doing it in front of Barbie this time, as she was out shopping. But of course he was practicing to shred waves so he could impress her when she was here.

He really had to stop trying by running right at the waves. He did unfortunately bounce off, but luckily the ambulance didn’t have to get involved this time. But of course, Ken had to taunt him once he was up and okay.

“Pfft, like you could shred waves any better, Ken.” Ken stated, dusting himself off and picking up his surfboard.

“Well, I did. Remember last week? Barbie was very impressed.” The cockier Ken mentioned, smiling smugly. Ken’s facial expression was becoming irate, and he wasn’t trying to hide it either.

“Well, at least I’m the one with the ‘beach’ job.” Ken gloated, doing some kind of proud heroic pose.

“At least I can shred waves. Maybe I should have the beach job.” Ken was speaking jokingly, but that didn’t make Ken any less offended. He glared daggers through his counterpart. Darn it, if Barbie wasn’t here he could-

…Wait. Barbie wasn’t here. She wasn’t here to stop the only thing that Ken knew he could do to take down his equivalent.

“That’s it.” He growled, tossing his surfboard to the side, all the other Barbies and Kens who were previously relaxing on their deckchairs watching as it slid across the inanimate sea.

“Ken, I’ve had just about enough of the 14 seconds I’ve spent around you today.”

“…Let’s beach off.”

Ken kept smiling in response, chuckling and shaking his head as he too, chucked his board off to the side. The two friendly rivals began slowly approaching each other as they spoke.

“I’d gladly beach off with you, Ken.”

“That’s right, Ken. And I would’ve done it last time if I wasn’t so severely injured.”

“No, you would’ve done it if Barbie wasn’t there.”

“Same thing!”

The two were almost nose-to-nose before Ken broke the brief silence.

“Let’s do this.”

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Two crowds had gathered on two sides of the beach, the left side surrounding Ken, and the right surrounding Ken. As Ken was stretching and psyching himself up, someone approached him. Allan.

“You should be careful, Ken. Author Barbie told me Ken said he’s got a ‘special new move’ that he plans on using.” Allan whispered cautiously to his friend. However, all he got in response was a hand in front of his face.

“It’s alright, Allan. You’re talking to the beach-off master. I’ve got this.” Ken boasted before strutting forward. Allan sighed, walking back a few steps to join the crowd.

“At least consider my warning??”

“No need to, buddy!”

Allan sighed again before placing his hands on his hips, muttering to himself.

“Why do I even try?”

As Ken approached his opponent, he puffed out his chest in an attempt to look intimidating.

“You ready, Ken?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Ken.”

“You’re in for a (Barbie)land of pain!”

In response to Ken’s threat, Ken just playfully grinned in response. Huh. Ken usually responded with a similar quip regarding pain.

But no, nothing.

Ken did get a small rise of suspicion, but brushed it off as another Ken got ready to blow his whistle.

“Alright, Kens. Ready to begin?”

The two contenders prepared to charge, waiting for the noise that would start the battle. It wasn’t long before the screech of the whistle was heard, indicating the start of the fight.

Ken let out a war cry as he dashed towards his challenger. However, Ken swerved before he had a chance to catch him. Before Ken knew it, he had been tackled over, being pinned on his back as his waist was straddled. Ken’s side of the beach started to cheer, while the other side started to let out anxious cries of encouragement. Ken made an attempt to slide out from under Ken, but before he could, he felt two hands latch onto either side of his torso. Ken braced himself, but wasn’t expecting what happened next.

Ken felt his opposer’s fingers playfully scribbling up and down his sides, making him burst into loud giggles before he could stop himself.

“KeheHEN?! W-What are you dohohoing?!”

“It’s my new technique, Ken! What do you think? Pretty effective, right?” Ken chirped, that playful smile refusing to detach from his face. It really wasn’t helping that Ken hardly ever wore a shirt under his always unbuttoned ones, today being one of those days, meaning Ken had easy access to his bare skin.

Both crowds were surprised by the sudden change to a playful rather than the expected roughhousing, but continued cheering and clapping nonetheless.

“Kehehen, this is cheheHEATING-!” Ken’s giggles had begun to pick up pace as Ken’s hands made their way to his ribs.

“It’s not! No one ever said that beaching off always had to be about pain, right everyone?”

The left side of the beach cheered louder in response to Ken’s question. Ken made an attempt to push the evil hands away from his body, but Ken had effortlessly grabbed both of his hands and pinned them under his knees.

How was Ken so easily weakened by this?? He made his best attempt at holding back his laughter as Ken switched from his ribs to his hips, but it was no use as his laughter came out as a wheeze instead.

“THI- *wheeze* Th-This is dirTY PLAHYHY!” Ken protested, making repeated failed attempts to pull his hands free to protect his vulnerable hips that were currently being drilled into. Ken chuckled as he didn’t ease up his torment at all.

“Heh. Ready to tap out, Ken? I’m gonna find your weak spot at some point.”

The Ken that was in the process of being tormented stubbornly shook his head, not wanting to lose his title of the ‘Beach-Off Master’ (not that he won every time anyway). The current winner paused his tickles for a moment, trying to think of where Ken could be most sensitive. As Ken caught his breath, Ken realised it was right in front of him. The most exposed part on his body. His stomach. Ken smirked cheekily as he began spidering all over his abdomen. The pinned Ken let out a high-pitched squeal in response to the unbearably tingly feeling taking over his belly, more wheezing cutting off his laughter.

“K-KE *wheeze* HEHEN! NAHA *wheeze* -THEHEHERE!” His face was completely flushed, not just because of the tickles but also because of the occasional tease being called out by a member of the crowd.

“Hehe sounds like a tehea kettle!”

“I never thought Ken was this ticklish!”

“Look at his face! It’s completely red!”

Eventually Ken couldn’t take it anymore, letting out a breathy “Pleheheeease!”. Ken had a victorious sneer on his face as he got up, ceasing his attack and allowing Ken to catch his breath. The right side of the beach started protesting and groaning in defeat, some people trying to get Ken back on his feet.

“Come on, Ken!”

“You can’t let him get away with that!”

“Show him who’s the real beach master around here!”

The words of motivation helped Ken take a small breath before nodding towards his crowd with a confident smile, which was underestimated by some of the crowd, as that blush hadn’t faded from his face yet. He began sneakily shuffling over to Ken, who had his back turned while he was standing triumphantly, waving and boasting to his hyper crowd. Unfortunately, not enough pointing and warnings could’ve alerted Ken in time as he felt someone grab his ankle and yank, making him fall and land atop the plastic sand on his back. The crowd let out a collective wince, but luckily he was nowhere near as harmed as Ken had been after his previous unsuccessful wave shredding attempt. Ken took his opportunity to straddle his dazed competitor’s waist and restrain Ken’s wrists above his head.

“Heh. Let’s see how well you can hold out against your own method, shall we?” Ken asked tauntingly. Now it was the right crowd’s turn to start cheering as Ken instantly went for Ken’s stomach, tickling all around it. His frenemy did burst into laughter, but Ken was visibly disappointed when it wasn’t the belly laughter he wanted.

“G-Gohonna have to tryhyhy harder than that, Kehen!” Ken challenged, trying to wind his tormentor up, and it was working. He let out a frustrated huff as he vibrated his clawed hand into Ken’s sides, ribs, and hips, all the spots Ken had gone for before. Ken did get decent bouts of laughter accompanied by a priceless blushy face, but he still wasn’t getting that loud laughter he was looking for. He wasn’t even trying to free his wrists yet! How stoic did this guy have to act!? Ken sighed, trying his ribs again. Still, no luck. However, he noticed something. The higher up he went, the more Ken’s laugh raised in volume, turning a bit more panicked. Ken grinned smugly, knowing he’d hit the jackpot. He continued crawling his hand up until he reached Ken’s exposed armpits, scribbling into the hollows of them.

The reaction was golden.

A squeal had made its way through Ken’s clenched teeth, and he burst into hysterics, his eyes screwed shut in a vain attempt to drive the overpoweringly ticklish feeling down in intensity.

“KEHEHEN! W-WAHAIT, WAHAHAIT!” Ken pleaded, as he was now finally making futile strives to free his wrists from Ken’s grip.

“Aaaand weak spot, acquired.” Ken announced, that grin still on his face.

“Ken?”

Oh no. Ken knew that voice all too well. The two’s heads whipped to where the voice had come from, both the crowds going silent. There was Barbie, stood next to a deckchair by the entrance to the beach. However, instead of frowning like a disappointed mother, she was smiling.

“What’s going on here?” Ken instantly got up, scrambling over to Barbie and throwing his arms around her.

“Oh, Barbie! Thank goodness you’re here! He-“ Ken pointed accusingly to his opponent, who was currently catching his breath. “-has been tormenting me!”

“Really? ‘Cause it seemed like you were tormenting him.” Barbie corrected, still smiling at Ken. Normally she would’ve scolded Ken for beaching off and roughhousing, but she could clearly tell no harm had been done here.

“Yeah, well- he did it first!” Ken protested, clinging onto Barbie like a koala on a tree. Ken had gotten up at this point, chuckling and running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I did. But you also might’ve been harder to take down if you actually properly fought back.” Ken felt his cheeks warm up as he shook his head defensively.

“Nuh-uh!” He then buried his face into Barbie’s shoulder, Barbie also chuckling as she comfortingly patted his head. She could tell Ken might’ve enjoyed the beach off a little bit, embarrassed as he was to admit to it.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here and let this cool down.” Barbie assured, walking with Ken still holding onto her. The crowds started to disperse as Ken headed off with his crowd, some checking on him and others impressed by his strong performance.

“This isn’t over, Ken!”

“You’re right! I didn’t even tap out!”

“Well, you were totally about to!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

“We’re gonna finish this another time, you know!”

“That’s right!” Ken then turned his head to Barbie. “Barbie, will me and Ken be allowed to beach off again?” She thought for a moment, she definitely wasn’t against this new move the two were using against each other.

“Hmmm, as long as you keep it to tickles and don’t hurt each other then yes, it’s absolutely fine.” Ken lit up as he called back to his ‘rival’.

“You hear that, Ken?!”

“Oh, I heard it alright!”

“You are so going down next time!”

“Not if you go down first, Ken! Oh wait, you already did this round!”

Barbie rolled her eyes with a smile as the two bickered. She’d never been a fan of beach offs.

But she was without a doubt getting a front row seat for the next round.

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻✨✨

The community cycles through the same damn drama every single time. Stop rehashing old beef, start something new! Fight about stuff that's interesting like which penguin is the cutest! No one wants to hear about the kink and non-kink community fighting anymore :/

Reblogging cuz I think Andrew’s Spidey deserves all the birthday tickles! ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚🥳 Happy birthday! 🎉🎂

HEHEE I HAD to get Peter 3 next! >:3 Another victim claimed by Doc Ock! MWAHAHA! I feel like he wouldn’t last 3 seconds with those tickly actuators ehehe (*˃̵ᴗ˂̵*)

…Shouuuuld I get Peter 2 next?? 👀 ˚✧₊⁎( *｀ω´)