#switch!ken

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Squealing Santa 2k23

Of Buddies and Bros (a barbieverse tickle fic)

Fandom: Barbie (2023)

Characters: Ken and Allan

A/N: Hello @sweettallahassee! It is I, your secret santa >:3 I was so excited to get this assignment- The world could definitely use some more Barbie t fics. Especially ones with Allan. I really hope you like it! I saw the words “cheer-up tickles” and was possessed to write way more than I anticipated haha. Happy Holidays!

This was super fun, and I can’t wait to participate again, since this was my first time and now I think I’ve really got a handle on things. Thank you so much to @squealing-santa !!!

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It had been a good amount of time since Stereotypical Barbie had left Barbie Land altogether, with Allan having become Ken’s closest confidant and friend from there on out. It was a pretty surprising change, and one that took some getting used to, as Allan had been used to being number 3 in a world of couples. But now? Well, it was practically his job to stick by Stereotypical Ken, and help him along his journey in self-discovery. Help him find some sort of identity outside of “Beach” and Barbie.

Unfortunately, Ken was very much still attached to both Beach and Barbie, to the point that it was a real hindrance on any progress being made in that department.

Allan knew it must have been hard for the guy, so he wasn’t annoyed or frustrated. More concerned, really. I mean, even with all the changes that had come to Barbie Land, every Ken still had their Barbie. Every Ken… except for his Ken.

His Ken? Ok, that was a weird thought. Better to just ignore it and move on. Narrations could be tricky sometimes, and he of all people knew that.

But either way! He was here to help. Be a buddy, whatever that meant.

It had been another perfect, beautifully sunny day, one in which Allan had been trying and failing to get Ken out of bed. Ken had begun staying in Stereotypical Barbie’s old place, as it was vacant, and already had quite a lot of Mojo Dojo Casa House decor, including the “manly” fur coat that Ken had draped over himself as a makeshift blanket as he grumbled about being woken up.

“Ken, come on.” Allan sighed, tugging at the end of the coat lightly but firmly, “We already told Pilot Barbie we’d be ready for your skydiving lesson at noon, we can’t miss that, or it’ll throw off our whole schedule. Remember? We even had a quick stop at the beach to try surfing again…!”

Allan had been meticulously planning their days filled to the brim with activities that might lead to Ken finding his true passion. Usually Ken was pretty gung-ho about the whole thing, but today seemed to be an off day. It was probably because yesterday he’d tried acting, and instead of impressing Director Barbie with his stunning talent, he’d ended up really crying for about an hour and they weren’t able to get any good footage out of it.

So here they were, at a stalemate in Barbie’s old bedroom.

Allan considered his option, his mind cycling through possibilities. He could simply rip the fur off of him to force him up, but that sounded harsh, and Ken needed a gentle touch right now.

Wait a minute.

Gentle… touch.

That gave him an idea!

So after a second more of contemplating if the possibility of revenge was worth it, Allan made his first move. He was just lucky enough that Ken’s leg happened to be sticking out from the bed, giving him the perfect opportunity to put his plan into motion. He pushed aside any hesitation and lurched forward, putting the other’s foot in what was essentially a headlock and sitting at the end of the bed.

“Wha- HEY-!” Ken was instantly sitting up, the coat having fallen away to reveal a particularly pink set of pajamas that would have matched with Barbie perfectly had she still been around.

“Sorry, but you wouldn’t get out of bed, so…” Allan shrugged, trying to suppress a smile as he utilized a persuasive skill Barbie Land had only picked up on when they last interacted with the real world- Tickling.

It wasn’t entirely new to them, of course, but the concept of a tickle *fight* was something so novel that it had been on Allan’s mind ever since Barbie had left, and this was as good an excuse as any to start one.

“AH- AhAhAllan! You can’t-!”

“Can’t what, help my buddy cheer up?” Allan teased as he scribbled away at the little divots in between his toes, though before he could say anything further, there was a flurry of movement that was too fast for him to catch in the moment.

When Allan next opened his eyes, he found that Ken was now firmly rested on top of him, holding both his arms above his head in one hand. Curse his stereotypically large and admirable muscles- there was no escaping such a grasp.

“No… I was gonna say you can’t expect me not to fight back,” Ken replied after he’d caught his breath with a more confident smirk this time, his free hand hovering over Allan’s unfortunately unbuttoned beach top menacingly.

“Whoa! Ken, heyyy, we can talk this out!” Allan babbled the moment he realized the predicament he was in, sinking into the softness of the bed below them with a nervous, borderline awkward laugh, “I was just- trying to get you up! And you’re up now! We can go!”

“Mmm. I don’t think that’s gonna work for me,” Ken’s hand was getting dangerously close to his ribs, which made Allan start squirming without him having even touched him yet.

“In fact… You were right, buddy. This is cheering me up already,” Ken added smugly, before his gently clawed his hands back and forth over his lower ribs like he was trying to feel every gap and ridge in his rib cage.

Allan immediately burst into frantic giggles that resembled a bird of paradise making alarm calls- they were by no means graceful or dignified, but there was no arguing it, they were adorable. There was even an interspersing of snorts and yelps that kept things fresh whenever Ken wandered a little lower down to vibrate his fingertips across his barely-visible abs. Speaking of which…

“WAIT NONONONO-!”

Ken’s eyebrows raised when Allan’s protests spiked, and he realized he must be getting close to a goldmine. He kept that same goofy smile, the one he always had when he was proud of himself for figuring something out. If Allan could focus on it, he’d probably melt, but he was too busy being reduced to breathless laughter as he begged for what seemed to be his life.

But what spot exactly might be causing such a reaction?

Well, as Ken was already quite pleased with his deduction skills, he was sure he’d figured it out. So he let his hand drift farther down, lightly tracing a line with the spider-like movement of his fingers to his upper belly. Aaaand Bingo.

“KEHEN!” Allan barked, attempting to fold in on himself like a beach chair.

Ken knew this spot must be the absolute worst for him, so he was careful not to take things too far. He kept his tickles light, and almost teasing, using his perfectly manicured nails to swirls little hearts and star shapes around his belly button, “Yeah, bro?”

Allan simply shook his head, eyes squeezed shut as he dug his heels into the bed as if to dispel some of the nerves. His open-mouthed laughter hadn’t let up much despite the change of pace, and his cheeks were now a bright shade of red. So Ken, being the kind and generous person he was, decided he’d had enough.

He slowed his movement to a stop, letting go of Allan’s wrists so he could prop himself up on his elbows above him with an affectionate smile. He rested his chin on the other’s chest, which made Allan tense up with the lightest of giggles at the way his stubble scratched at his topmost ribs.

“Feeheel any behehetter?” Allan managed to ask, looking down at him with a softer smile.

Ken thought about it for a moment before he hummed, his voice smooth and deep despite the strenuous battle, “Yeah. Definitely.”

Ken moved to stand up, hands on his hips as he looked out over Barbieland from their vantage point at the end of the block. To his surprise, Allan’s giddy laughter had caught the attention of quite a few neighbors, who gave him looks that came across as almost… relieved. Truth be told, everyone had been worried for Ken for some time now, but seeing, or more hearing, him be so carefree and mischievous, it was nice to see he hadn’t changed much.

Allan had to take a few more minutes to fully recover, though eventually he sat up with a deep breath, rolling his shoulders with a smile, “Gee. Remind me not to mess with you again.”

“Or- I dunno- maybe more often…?” Ken replied, his voice bordering on shy for once, “I wasn’t lying. It really did cheer me up, broski.”

And with that, Allan knew that he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. Ken was gonna be alright, even without Barbie, and even if the journey was longer than they anticipated. They would walk down that road together, wherever it was gonna take them. That’s what buddies are for.

[o0kawaii0o]

FULL THROTTLE - Congrats on season 2!

[hollis-art]

i think about the 30th Anniversary Star Trek Barbie and Ken set so much actually,,, look at them go

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

multishipping

[stewyhosseini-bf]

Also the fucking irony. Of Kendall getting mad at Tom for that unhinged line but then calling shiv a piece of dirt like 20 minutes later is not lost on me but also that really is the quintessential sibling experience, it has to be said

[torchstelechos]

So, kind of Dandadan spoilers for manga but, do you think the balls got switched around? Like his original left became his right and his right became his left? Like it wouldnt do anything physical health wise, but do you think it keeps Okarun up at night because he'll never know if they got switched or not?? I bet it does, i bet he asks granny at least once and she laughed at him

[hakucho-art]

Tousaki smooch… with lazy background…

[justaregularken]

Werewolf boyfriend who literally cannot physically get you pregnant still being obsessed with the idea of breeding you because you’re his~

[giggly-squiggily]

I would like to request Lee Draken. Doesn't matter the Ler.

Okay so- first of all: YES! I love this! Secondly: I had a Lee!Mitsuya prompt in here somewhere that was supposed to go with this one, alas Tumblr ate it. If you requested Lee!Mitsuya, just imagine that ask is in this one ajreajkrjkelrjkeajk

CW: Some swearing, mention of blood (Nothing graphic)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @imjusthere07 @happy-trenchcoated-impala

“Wait.” Mitsuya grabbed onto Draken before the taller boy, pulling him back and tugging at his shirt. “You have a hole.”

“I do?” That wasn’t a surprise, it was laundry day afterall. Still- he was sure he grabbed the most intact t-shirt of the bunch before going on a snack run. “How noticeable is it?”

“Not too bad, but it’s gonna bug me all day if I don’t fix it.” The sound of a case opening filled the space between them, followed by more tugging. “I have a needle, so hold still.”

“Needles aren’t new to me.” He tapped on his temple with a grin, his dragon tattoo on full display. “A poke from yours isn’t gonna kill me.”

“Who knows- I could be the evil witch from Sleeping Beauty. One prick and you’ll die.”

“Didn’t she go into a coma or something?”

“Probably- stop squirming, you’re messing up my stitch.” Mitsuya nudged him when Draken tried turning to look. “You’re gonna make a bigger hole!”

“That’s what she said.” Draken laughed, yelping when the needle poked his skin. “Ow!”

“I told you not to move!” Mitsuya finished the last stitch, tugging at the fabric and nodding in satisfaction. Breaking off the thread, he lifted Draken’s shirt to check the damage from the needle. “You’re bleeding.”

“Oh no- I’m slowly losing consciousness..” Draken swayed some like he was gonna faint, snickering at the swat at his back. “Quick, call Emma- I’ll need her to wake up!”

“I’m gonna bury you in the sand.” Another case opened- just how many of those things did Mitsuya have? “Hang on- lemme clean it.”

“It’s not that serious. I’ve had way wo-orse!” The blonde jerked, shivering all over. “Oi, ca-areful!”

“Don’t be a baby- it’s just disinfectant.” Mitsuya wiped at his wound around his hip, pressing in some. “What happened to all that bravo earlier? Didn’t you say it wouldn’t hurt-” He blinked. “Oh.”

“Shut it! I’ll do it myself-” Draken twitched again when Mitsuya dragged the wipe against his skin. “Stop!”

“You stop! The more you move the more I have to clean!” Hands gripped his hip, squeezing sharply and making him spasm with a chortle. “Now stay.”

“You’re doing th-is on puhuuhrpose!” Giggles escaped. More so when the hand on his hip squeezed continuously. “Yohohohou knohohow it tihihihckles!”

“Like I said, I’m cleaning it.” A half truth- the prick wasn’t even that bad. Okay fine- maybe he was tickling with intention now.

 Grinning like the bastard he was, Mitsuya tossed away his wipe and fully gripped Draken’s hips, wiggling his fingers as he squeezed. Mindful not to press into the actual injury, he watched Draken’s defenses crumble as he snorted and laughed. “Come on, big guy- if you can handle a needle prick, you can handle some tickles right?”

“Shiihihihit! Ahehhahahahah, yohoohhou son of a- gehahahhahat ahahahway!” Running was futile- Mitsuya hung onto him like Mikey during a clingy day, unyielding in his tortuous game. “I swhehahahr I’ll kihiihhick yohoohohur ahahhhass!”

“Do it then.”

“Doohohon’t plahahahy wihihihith meheheeh, Mihihihits!”

“Yuh-huh, sure.”

That was it. Play time was OVER. With a harsh  twist, he was free of Mitsuya’s hands, facing the shorter man with a scary look. “Mitsuya..”

“Oooh so scary! I’ve known you forever, Draken; that scary look is useless on me.” Still- the grey haired teen found himself backing up, smiling nervously at the approaching man. “Be nice- I fixed your shirt.” 

Within seconds, Draken attacked. Maybe Mitsuya didn’t wanna run, or Draken was just extra strong when he was pissed. Either way- he had him in an armlock, his grip just tight enough to keep him there without actually hurting him. “Wow- If this is how you thank someone for fixing your clothes, I’m gonna start cutting holes into all your things!”

“Sorry- thanks for the fix. I appreciate it.” Draken brought his free hand down, gripping Mitsuya’s side and making him gasp. “Now I’m gonna get you back for tickling me.”

“Whohoha, wahhahahit! Hohohohld ohohon! Aheahhahaha, yohohou know it whahhasn’t ihiihntentiihiihonal!”

“Yuh-huh. Sure.” Draken chided, throwing his words back in his face. “That’s why you latched your dirty little paws onto me. Totally not intentional.”

“My hahahhands are nohohohot dihihihirthy! Ehehahhahah! Ohohohokay, ohohohkay fihihine! I dihihihd it ohoohn puhuhurpose! It wahhahas fuhuhunny!” Mitsuya thrashed in his arms, a reluctant smile blooming across his blushing cheeks as he tried lowering himself to the ground. “Cohohohme ohohohon, Drahahhahaken!”

“Oh, look at that! Who’s laughing now?” Draken gave up on holding his arm as he hoisted him up and over his shoulder, digging all ten fingers into his belly and hips. “Come on- scream my name! I wanna hear you beg!”

“Gehahahahha! Ahehahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho! Stahhahap ihihiht- puhuhuhuhut me dohhoho-AHH!” The grey haired teen let out a shriek when Draken started spinning, disoriented briefly. “FIHIIHNE FIHIHINE I’M SAHHAHRRY NOW STAHHAHP! PLEAHHAHAHSE!”

“Pfft- fine, fine. Don’t want you getting sick.” He lowered Mitsuya back down, evading the punch he swung at him with a snort. “Weak! What the hell was that?”

“Nehehext time I’m kicking you in the nuhuhuts!” He tried to sound angry, but he was laughing just as much, both from the tickling and the ridiculousness of it all. “Ugh, my heheahd hurts..”

“Need to sit down?” Draken’s hand was on his back, steadying him. Mitsuya started to wave him off but then changed his mind, leaning into his friend. “Sorry- that was way too much.”

“Don’t sweat it. It was fuhuhn..” Mitsuya closed his eyes, centering himself. When he opened them again, he found… “Draken, dude! How old is this shirt?”

Draken looked down at his hem, finding yet another hole. “Eh, old-old? I don’t keep tabs on these things.” He stepped back when Mitsuya glared at him, knowing exactly what was to come. “Don’t you dare…”

“Come here, Draken.” Mitsuysa growled, revenge dripping from those deadly fangs. “Let me fix it!” The two took off running, their laughter filling the streets once more.

Thanks for reading!

[gabbyp09]

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Wolfbell: … Sir Meta Knight is so gonna ground me for this….

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Dotty belongs to @cauli-flawa please send Tille to collect his gremlin.

[imanalligator55]

I've been playing the Marvel vs Capcom collection on Nintendo Switch. Pretty fun.

[basicotomebitch]

I'm just Gill 🫶🏻

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[frankensteinstdick]

i know you said you're going to write more about it later but i must say i am verryyyyyy curious about your double ended dildo idea 👀👀

Well… let’s just say it’s going to end up with two desperate switches mindlessly humping against each other…

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

imagine the whitest cis gay guy ever. mhm. yup. thats the guy. yeah so he thinks t4t means twink for twink