#lee!ken

Things were so different. Dreamhouses had been changed, the name Barbie had been defamed, and now horses were a thing apparently?

Well, whatever had changed, Allan didn’t like it. Not one bit. It may have been a plus that the Kens were now a little more willing to hang out with him, but the way they chose to hang out? It didn’t make it worth it at all. Allan wasn’t interested in sports or seeing how many push-ups you can do in one minute, he wasn’t built for that.

And now here he was, sat on a couch with Ken in what used to be Barbie’s Dreamhouse, watching two horses galloping through a grassy field on an almost comically sized TV. Ken had his elbows rested on his knees as he leant forward, almost in a trance watching the animals, while Allan was shifting a bit uncomfortably where he sat.

This was bad. He wanted things to go back to normal. He wanted his friend back.

He had to get Ken to snap out of it. But how? He decided to choose one of the easy (well, he thought it’d be easy) options. Talk to him.

“Uh… Ken?”

“Hm?” Ken responded, eyes still fixed on the screen. Wow. Polite much.

“Are… are you sure all this…” Allan hesitated. The fact Ken was barely paying attention wasn’t helping. Heck, he wasn’t sure Ken was even paying attention at all! “…change is gonna be good for BarbieLand?”

Suddenly, Ken whipped his head to the side to gift Allan with a look of disbelief.

“You’re honestly doubting all this cool stuff we’ve changed BarbieLand into?!” Ken gasped while pointing an accusing finger at Allan.

“Well… didn’t you love Barbie?” Allan questioned nervously. Ken crossed his arms, letting out a dramatic huff.

“Me? In love with Barbie? Yeah, right. I never liked her, she’s so stupid.” The more Ken spoke, the more his voice turned into a mumble as he looked down at his fidgety hands, almost pouting. Then he shot his head back up to look toward Allan again. “Anyway, this is gonna be good for everyone! The Kens are finally gonna live up to their full potential, and we’ll never be taken for granted again! Come on, it’s better to finally have somewhere to sleep for once, right?”

Allan hesitated again before answering.

“I guess… but what about all the other things you used to love? Like… beach?” He asked, hoping bringing back the memories would be able to help Ken go back to normal.

“Ugh, I hated that job! I couldn’t even shred waves, and every time I tried, Ken over there would just taunt me!” Ken gestured to another afar Ken, who was currently flexing his muscles to another smitten Barbie.

“But what about all the beach offs you used to do with him? You enjoyed those, right?” Allan consoled Ken, placing a small hand on his shoulder, which was grumpily shrugged off with a small grunt.

“All we did was roll around on the beach like a couple of kids. If I were to beach him off now, I’d put my boxing skills to some good use.” Ken growled, not looking very hesitant about his idea.

Allan started to panic. Kens boxing each other was the last thing he was trying to make happen. Once Ken started to stand up, he was instantly pulled back down onto the couch.

“Woah! Okay, okay. Don’t do that. Uh- Uhm- Just watch your horsey thing.”

Ken breathed a small huff through his nose, before going back to watching his show, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed in frustration every time his eyes slightly wandered to the other Ken, who was still being admired by that Barbie.

Allan hated seeing Ken like this. I mean, he knew he and the other Ken had that rivalry, but it never ever seemed this full of spite. He began wracking his brain, trying to think of other things that made Ken happy. After a few moments, Allan got an idea. Something Ken used to practically beg the other Kens to do before this mess.

“Hey, Ken.”

Ken actually turned his face to Allan this time, clearly feeling a bit more emotionally vulnerable at the moment. Ken probably should’ve been warned by the smile on Allan’s face.

“Remember how much you used to love this?” Before Ken could even react, Allan used his advantage of him not wearing a shirt under his mink, and instantly reached one hand over to Ken’s stomach, scribbling at it. In response, Ken let out a yelp, one that would most likely not be considered “manly” by the Kens, before immediately curling up and covering his torso with his big furry coat. Allan removed his hand, hoping that would’ve done at least something. Ken slowly turned to face Allan, and the look on his face was enough to let Allan know he was in trouble.

“You trynna make me look less masculine, bro?!” Ken berated, standing up from the couch and strutting towards Allan. In response, the panicking doll began crawling backwards on the couch towards the armrest.

“Wohoah, Ken. I- I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to!” Allan stammered.

“Oh, no. It’s way too late for that now, man!” Before Allan could protest, Ken had launched himself at him, pinned him down on the couch, and instantly went for his sides, squeezing them.

“AH-! KEHehen! W-Wahahait!” Allan burst into giggles, trying to fight back against Ken.

“Nope! Should’ve seen this coming, dude!” Ken interjected, instantly moving his rough tickles up to Allan’s ribs. Allan also squeaked in response, unable to fight back as Ken held both his wrists with one hand, keeping them far from his torso.

“KEHEHEN! Q-QUIHIT IHIHIT!” Unfortunately, any protests went in through one ear and straight out the other. Ken kept up the tickles, switching from squeezing at Allan’s sides to vibrating a claw into his ribs, then going back to the squeezing again. Allan could feel his face warming up as his friend attacked him. Tickling was always a thing that flustered him, and he never got why it wasn’t that way for the Barbies and Kens. He rarely ever got tickled either, so…

Allan couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t enjoying this. Ken seemed to be too, chuckling evilly over every high-pitched noise that left his buddy’s mouth.

“Are you sorry, bro?” Ken asked, grinning in amusement.

“Y-YEHES! I’M SOHOHORRY!” Allan squeaked, unable to help stuttering as he tried to speak through his laughter.

“Hmm, say uncle first.” At this point, Ken was getting really mean, freeing Allan’s wrists but tormenting his stomach with one hand and his neck with the other. These weren’t as ticklish as the other spots Ken had been targeting, but it was still almost impossible for Allan to speak through his non-stop giggles.

“Uhu- *snrk* I cahant!”

“Hey, Ken! What’s going on?”

Both boys turned their heads to see two other Kens watching the whole ordeal. Allan felt his eyes widen. Oh no.

“Oh, nothing, Ken. Just me proving to Allan not to mess with me. Guy thinks he can tickle me and get away with it.”

“Ohh, right. I just heard a bunch of high-pitched screaming. Thought Barbie was in danger or something.” Another Ken stated.

“Nah, everything’s cool. You two wanna help me?” Ken questioned, smirking. The two other Kens seemed to like the idea, but Allan instantly jumped in.

“Ohhh no no no! Uncle, okay?! Pleahease!” All three Kens rolled their eyes while the original got off of Allan.

“You’re no fun, dude. But fine.”

“But dont think we’re gonna shut up about this!”

“Yeah, that’s right. We might even tell all the Barbies!” Ken declared, ruffling Allan’s hair.

“No, don’t do that!” Allan whined, sorting out his hair. Great. Now he had three Kens teasing him. Where was Stereotypical Barbie, anyway?? When was she coming back from the Real World? He wasn’t sure how long it’d be before the Kens dropped something like this.

Suddenly, a gasp snapped Allan out of his thoughts.

“Guys, look! The horses are fighting!”

Ken returned to his television trance, same with one Ken sat next to him and another looming over the back of the couch as they watched two horses bucking and hitting each other, most likely to prove themselves worthy over a female companion.

“Who do you think is gonna shy away from the battle first?”

“Three brewski beers says the one on the right gets the lady horse!”

“You’re on!”

Huh. Guess that didn’t take long. Unfortunately Allan’s attempt to fix Ken was unsuccessful.

Ler:

He’s such a playful ler omg 😭😭

I think he’d poke a lot of fun at his lee with his teases too 🙈

“I knew you were ticklish, but not this ticklish!”

“Already not bothering to get free? That was quick!”

“What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I tohold yohohou to quihi- *SQUEAAL*-!”

“To what? You’ve gotta stop squealing so much! I cant understand you!”

He gets into ler moods a LOT. He’ll just look at one of his friends and suddenly his brain will be like “I must w r e c k.”

His main way to tickle is more rough, like vibrating clawed hands into ribs, but if he knows the lee reacts more to gentle tickles, he’d use those too.

He also LOVES to use anticipation. He’ll do a load of hovering, just doing absolutely nothing. And then he’ll suddenly dive his hands down and stop them a few inches away from his lee’s torso before hovering them again >:)

Enjoys being a ler by himself, but if the lee is hard to get to surrender, he’s totally willing to grab another Ken to help him out.

‘Bro’ Ken as a ler is like double the playfulness and triple the ruthlessness 😭

Like I said with Ryan Gosling’s Mojo Dojo Ken, he’s like a big brother with tickles.

“Tkltkltkl! Huh, ‘stop saying that’? Come on bro, it’s just a word! Gotta learn to take it like a man! Tkltkltkl!”

I also noticed that Ken randomly grew facial hair when he gained that ‘Bro’ attitude, so I’ll just say two things. Raspberries and tickle bites. >:))

Lee:

Definitely a ler-leaning switch, loves the confidence when it comes to being the ler, but also doesn’t mind the competition once becoming a lee :’))

Cannot take what he dishes out at all.

One minute he’s all proud that he was able to take the lee down, the next he’s a laughing mess on the floor after revenge is exacted >:)

His weak spot is his armpits, but tickle bites to the ribs are a very effective way to get him weakened.

He likes to challenge his ler and wind them up, which usually doesn’t end well for him xD

“Thahat all you gohohot?” “AH-! Okahay, okay, wait wait waHAIT-!”

If he wants tickles, he really isn’t all that ashamed to admit it. He’d most likely ask a Barbie however, as he’s less likely to get teased about it, any Barbie is happy to tickle someone.

Or if he’s in a (very rare) embarrassed lee mood, he’ll subtly annoy or tease one of the other Kens in hopes that they’ll tickle him to teach him a lesson.

“Yeah, I know I’m being a bit of a jerk. But it’s not like you can do anything about it.”

Does a lot of acting tough and does a pretty decent job at trying not to get away, but the longer you tickle him he’ll eventually start doing things to try and drive the ticklish feeling away, like balling up his fists or screwing his eyes shut :’))

Also a lot easier to get him to give in if he’s got multiple lers on him, it’s a bit more difficult doing it by yourself.

Especially if it’s ‘Bro’ Ken.

The guy will refuse to show any signs of giving up, or he’d probably never let himself live it down

“Pfft? Ticklish? What are you talking about? Not a chance, man.”

“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.