Incredibly Self Indulgent Tickle Art For Tonight

Incredibly self indulgent tickle art for tonight

the boop booth all compiled into one post!! THANK YOU ALL AGAIN! <3

Omg i just saw ur drabble post and i was wondering if you would wanna do a ler miguel lee lyla fic? Maybe he installs a program where if he taps on his screens in a certain way it can make her feel all tickly :3 if that doesnt interest you though no worries and i hope you get some other inspiring prompts!! Have a good one!

-nep

Annoyance Failsafe

A/N: OMG IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK!! Also can I say how fun this this idea is?? I didn’t even consider lee!Lyla! I’m excited to take this on! Thanks for being my first prompt back! Summary is above basically!

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“Can you stop playing that for one second?”

“Playing what?” The tiny warm hologram of a woman taunted, fiddling with her phone. Lyla was on round three of her song, smirking up at the disgruntled scowl of Miguel.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.” He said, mindlessly swatting her like a bug on his shoulder. His hand phased through her harmlessly. “You know I need to focus.”

He gestured to the report he was typing out, something about another Doc Ock, accompanied with a multiverse map. “Another anomaly and I’m not even close to pinpointing his universe location.”

“Sucks to be you, then.”

Miguel inhaled sharply, “You know, I built you for this kinda stuff, right? But no, now you’re just being annoying, and I don’t know why.”

“Hey!” Lyla stood up. She glitched to his other shoulder. “From what I remember, you programmed this sass in me, and this outfit, and my annoying-ness. So ultimately, this is just the consequences of your actions, Miggy.”

Miguel scoffed at that.

Lyla only took it as ammo. She huffed, swiping open a tablet and tapping a few buttons on the blue screen.

The speakers in the room squeaked, then blasted the music from before:

“♫ AH AH BARBIE YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! ♫”

All muscle in his body tensed. Miguel remained frozen, slowly craning his neck over. Lyla just sat there, a shit eating grin spread across her staticky appearance. She turned up the volume.

“♫ JUMP INTO THE DRIVER’S SEAT AND PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE! ♫”

Miguel didn’t budge, glaring daggers. “You’re pushing it.”

“What’re you gonna do? Unplug me?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“You’re no fun!”

“Lyla, shut it off. Please.”

“Sorry,” she was bopping her head to the beat, “can’t hear you over my amazing music taste.”

“Lyla!” The man bared his fangs. She only giggled. “Easy, tiger! Ok, fine.”

“♫ AH AH BARBIE YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! ♫”

“I said ‘off,’ not quieter.”

Lyla shrugged, glitching over to sit at the motherboard. “I couldn’t hear you.”

The older man could have thrown his chair into her little smug 7 inch tall body. He could’ve raked his claws through the motherboard, taking up keys and wires and probably ruining his hard work in a blind rage. Hell, he could’ve stormed off like a big baby.

But no. He held his tongue.

Lyla’s smile faded when Miguel turned to a new screen. “Ohhh come on, Mig, I was being fun.”

He didn’t pay mind, mumbling as his hands worked tirelessly with some coding.

“You know I can overwrite that, right?”

Miguel hummed doubtfully, sliding the code into another window.

“Dude, silent treatment from you doesn’t work on me anymore.”

His eyes darted between functions and numbers, focusing on an error he made in the input. “Damn.”

“Are you trying to put me to sleep again? You can’t, like, literally can’t.”

Miguel seemed to fix the error, exporting it into yet again another window. His hand reached towards another file: Lyla.

“Hey. I dunno what you’re attaching to me but I can reject it.” Lyla tapped a button on her phone. All it gave her was a giant ERROR. “Oh come on!”

A loading bar swiped through swimmingly on Miguel’s screen. Up came a “ATTACHMENT COMPLETE” window.

Lyla stood up. She may have not been programmed with fear but this was pretty close. “I know you wouldn’t get rid of me.”

“And I won’t,” Miguel finally spoke, clearing out all the extra windows he had up. His eyes were stuck on one. His hands pinched it so it would maximize. “You just need a failsafe.”

“Why? You installed like six of them so I don’t corrupt.”

“I’m talking about an annoyance failsafe, not a corruption one.” O’Hara’s tone remained cool and to the point, maybe a bit too cold. But Lyla, Lyla saw something in his eyes. She loaded various facial expression scans through her system. All that came up was mischief. Lyla giggled, taking her heart-shaped glasses off. “You’re trying to act scary. It’s not working. You’re gonna get me back, aren’t ya?”

Miguel had formed the window in his hands, molding it into a sphere, softball size. “You know that update you put in my suit for April Fool’s?”

“Oh, this one?”

Miguel jolted and clutched his sides. A buzz of electric tingles ran through his suit, sending tickly sensations to his torso for a second. He didn’t buckle, but let Lyla get her dose of giggles out.. “That one… yes.”

“Y-Yohohou could use a tickle belt on you, and now you have one,” Lyla tittered.

The older man sighed, regaining his composure. He crept a little closer, about a few feet away from Lyla, playing with the digital ball in his hand.

“That gave me an idea. Because, well, in my opinion…”

He wiggled an index finger into the ball for just a few seconds.

An AI is not programmed to feel, at least not at first. Someone must input the proper code and information if an AI were to emote like a human. Miguel had given her a great deal of emotions to learn and replicate, but never had she felt.

So imagine Lyla’s surprise when she felt a tingly electrical surge go through her stomach. She dropped her holographic phone and yelped.

“…you could use one too.”

“MIGUEL?!”

The spider society leader had never heard Lyla sound so surprised. He raised his eyebrows, and wiggled again.

“Wh-h-hehe!” Lyla had been programmed to laugh and find humor, but this, this she had no control over. Her programming kept short circuiting to a laughing sequence. “Wahahahait! Mihiguel ahahare you serious?!”

“You know how serious I am.” Not anymore. Lyla picked up his small smirk, admittedly making her giggle more. This she couldn’t have predicted. Not at all.

“Now, what I’m curious about is if your AI system has assigned… sensitive spots to you, when I attached the annoyance failsafe.” Miguel readjusted the ball in his hand, scritching the side of it haphazardly. “So we need to do some tests now, okay?”

Lyla’s display glitched out. Her laughter doubled in volume as she glitched to different spots around the motherboard. “Mihihiggy yohohoHOU AhARE CRAhahazy!!”

“I don’t know about that,” he huffed out a half-assed chuckle, adjusting his gaze at her, “but you’re laughing more. Very interesting.”

Lyla replicated a feeling she hadn’t used in her system often: embarrassment. Or was it a fluster? It was hard to pinpoint the proper definition when she felt not just one tickly sensation on her side, but two. Miguel had changed his hold so he could tickle with both index fingers. “MIGUEL OKAhAY Okay I get it!! NOHOhoho more loud music!!!”

“No, I don’t think you do.” A tinge of playfulness flew from his lips. “I’ve dealt with enough of your shenanigans. You don’t learn, even though that’s what an artificial intelligence is supposed to do.”

“THAHA-“ Lyla hiccuped, glitching, “THahahat’s because you l-lihihIKE IT!”

Miguel treated her fact as a lie, rolling his eyes. “You think you know everything?”

“YES!”

“Really?”

Lyla nodded, attempting to swat at her tingling ribs.

“Then maybe you know where you’re most sensitive.” Miguel returned to holding the ball, rolling it from one hand to the other. Its blue pixels trailed back and forth.

Lyla wasn’t sure if she ever panted, but that sequence was running now. She collapsed to the “floor” of her hologram. “I-Ihi haven’t had time to scan th-the new data.”

“You got time now.” O’Hara said, matter-of-factly. “But of course, we could just do it the fun way.”

“Miggyyyyyyyy!” The lady sat up, limbs drooped.

“Alright, we’ll do it the fun way.”

Lyla could hear the smile in his voice. Not just that, but she heard the familiar sound of something unsheathing. “Wait! M-Miguel- EEK!!”

It was pretty much too late. Miguel had taken out his claws, lightly scratching the top of the ball. Holy shit did that tickle.

Lyla was back on the floor, producing squeakier laughter, clutching her knees. “NAHAT THERE! HEHEY!”

“Knees bad?”

“SHUHUHUT UP!”

Miguel nodded, “I’ll make note of it.”

That son of a bitch. An angry Miguel was a threat no one would wanna be near, but what’s even worse is a mischievous Miguel, a smirking conniving lil shit Miguel. More like big shit, ya know… since he’s almost seven feet tall.

However, this kind of Miguel is the one that Lyla wouldn’t mind seeing more of.

Maybe she’d play the Barbie soundtrack more.

:3 ✨🌟🌸💖💕

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little guy maker

little guy maker / ちっちゃいメーカー my third picrew :0 (first two were years old, ive since deleted them) please credit @reelrollsweat on tumbl

Please do it you guys 🥹

i think mine’s absolutely adorable look!! it looks so much like me hahaha

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Looking Good

Summary: Peter 1 hates himself and MJ reminds him just how amazing he is ❤️

(First fic with Michelle Jones! ❤️ Zendaya characters still terrify me to write because I don't think I can do her characters the justice they deserve, but it doesn't hurt to try ❤️ This is for the one Anon who asked about Peter 1's MJ :) Also, I had to play on the fact Zendaya is 5'10 while Tom is only 5'7 😁 Enjoy!)

Peter studied himself in the mirror. He had always been grateful for the spider bite muscles and worked hard to maintain them, but he still felt self conscious about his looks. He was skinny but didn't have the height to pull it off. He had the muscle build but the wrong facial structure to go with it.

He was just forever a skinny, awkward teenager.

As he continued to study his body, another figure stepped into the doorway of his bedroom. "Peter?"

The young teen whirled around. "MJ!"

The taller teen smiled at her boyfriend before her eyes trailed down to his bare upper half.

Peter blushed as he wrapped the shirt in his hands around his body like a towel. "Hey! Hey. W-what's up?"

MJ furrowed her eyebrows as she studied her boyfriend's face. "Peter, everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"Because that's not how you wear a shirt."

"What do you mean?"

MJ raised one eyebrow.

Peter cleared his throat as he turned away. "Yeah I-I guess you're right."

While he moved to pull the shirt on over his head, MJ stepped further into the room. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

One whirled back around to his girlfriend. "No way! You could never make me feel uncomfortable."

"Are you sure? You seem really tense."

"It has nothing to do with you MJ. I promise."

The taller female wasn't ready to let the subject go just yet. "Did something happen?"

Peter scoffed. "Absolutely nothing."

"Peter."

One looked up at his girlfriend with no vocal response.

"Peter, please?"

After a moment of silence, Peter finally responded. "I don't know. I just wish . . . I was better looking."

"What are you going on about?" MJ wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's shoulders.

"I wish I was taller."

MJ smiled. "No you don't. You'd have a higher chance of hitting your face more than you already do."

This managed to pull a smile out of the teen. "I wish my face looked better."

"What?" The taller teen couldn't resist smushing her boyfriend's face with one hand. "This adorable little face right here?"

Peter playfully pulled away. "Ihim serious."

"Pete, listen to me." MJ pressed her forehead against his. "I don't care if there were a million different versions of Peter out there. You will always be my favorite. Looks have nothing to do with it by the way. Those are just an added bonus."

Although MJ wanted to boost her boyfriend's self-esteem, he still seemed unsure of her compliments. The taller of the two wracked her brain for a cheerup when a wonderful idea suddenly made her grin. She knew something that was sure to put a smile on her boyfriend's face.

MJ led Peter over to his bed and sat down. "If you won't believe my words then I'll just have to show you how amazing you are."

"What are you up to?" Peter asked suspiciously.

"You'll see." MJ pulled her boyfriend toward her. "Come here."

Although he was still suspicious, Peter let his girlfriend pull him between her legs and rest his back against her chest. "If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked."

"Where's the fun in that?" The taller teen wrapped Peter in a hug. "Plus I didn't think you'd willingly be the little spoon."

Peter's blush reappeared. "I like being the little spoon."

"I'll remember that." MJ snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "But now you need to listen to me compliment you on how amazing you are."

The smaller teen groaned. "I could get free."

"But you won't. I know you won't."

"You're such a jerk Michelle Jones."

While Peter was distracted, MJ slipped a hand under his shirt. "No. I just know how to put a smile on your face."

The smaller male's eyes widened. "What are you---?"

MJ started spidering her hand across One's tummy. "Nothing."

Peter squeaked before dissolving into giggles. "Ehem Jahay."

"What was this negative talk you were saying about yourself? About your looks?" The taller teen let her finger lazily trace her boyfriend's abs. "Because I could trace these abs all day."

"Nohoho! Dohont yohou dahare!"

"Just think, if you were any taller, you wouldn't fit so perfectly in my lap."

Peter didn't respond. He was too busy giggling from the finger gliding around and around his hyper ticklish stomach. However, he had yet to move her hand or squim away from her either.

MJ lifted her other hand to scratch under his chin. "And if your face was any different, your smile wouldn't look right."

Peter's giggles became higher pitched from the affection.

Now the taller teen's finger circled her boyfriend's belly button. "You know, you and your belly button have a lot in common."

"Nohoho!"

"Yeeees," MJ teased as she ran her nail around the rim of his belly button. "You're both tiny and cute, you went through a lot to get here, and you're both so very important."

"Whahat?"

"Well, your belly button gave you a lot of nutrients in the womb. Now your torso looks incomplete without it." MJ finally paused her tracing. "And now my life would look incomplete without my tiny and cute little boyfriend."

Peter collapsed into a puddle of giggles, but the grin never left his face.

"Yeah, my life wouldn't be the same without you Peter Benjamin Parker."

With two of her fingers, MJ gently lifted her boyfriend's chin so she could give him a kiss on the lips. Both of them stayed quiet as the kiss lingered on, MJ's hand laying still on Peter's tummy.

Once the two pulled away, the taller of the two brought her hand up to run her fingers through her boyfriend's hair. "Feeling better about yourself?"

"Aha littlehel." The blush on Peter's cheeks darkened. "Think Ihi mihight neheed some extraha persuahasihion?"

"Oh absolutely." MJ immediately started dragging her nails across Peter's tummy with the lightest touch ever just to drive him up in pitch. "You're too stubborn to give up right away."

And for several minutes, MJ 'persuaded' her boyfriend to see just how amazing he really was.

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.