#Ler kenny

[dannystheone]

hi!! it’s lee kenny anon again, tysm for your sweet reply to my message!! you’re so kind 😭💗 i thought i’ll leave a request for when requests open back up again, if that’s okay!!  sorry if this is too much 😭

maybe kenny is trying to cheer up butters, and they end up breaking out into a tickle fight! they sound like they would be so cute together!! can be shippy or non shippy, whichever you prefer! i personally love bunny but i’m fine either way <33

tysm for reading, please feel free to take all the time you need! or feel free to change any part of this or just reject this, no worries!! thank you!! 💗💗

Sorry this is late guys, I've been a little busy! I hope you like this :0

WARNINGS: None! Just tickles :) they are 9 years old in this!!

He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses (Lee Butters/Ler Kenny)

Butters is having second thoughts about his appearance and how he feels about dressing up as Marjorine. Kenny cheers him up a little :)

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"Hey Butterms!" Kenny McCormick stepped through Butters's bedroom door without knocking. They had grown close enough to where they could step into each other's homes and share each other's privacy. According to Cartman, they were best friends after all.

Kenny walked in on Butters at a bad time, however. Butters sat on his bed hugging a stuffed animal while wiping at his face. Kenny cocked his head in curiosity. The curtains were shuttered closed and his room was a bit untidy. It seemed Butters didn't hear Kenny walking into his room.

"Butterms? Youm omkay?" Kenny called out. Butters head whipped to the right as he cleaned his face up immediately. He sniffled as he put on a friendly smile, despite his pink narrowed eyes.

"O-Oh! Hiya Ken! I uh- I-I'm just listening to Taylor Swift again! You know she always gets me." Butters held up his phone, but no song seemed to be playing. Kenny didn't respond as he simply watched Butters fidget with his hands.

"Ahem- So! What do you wanna do? We can color, we-we can play trucks!" Butters suggested. Kenny walked up to the bed and put a supportive hand on Butters knee.

"Youm omkay Butterms? Youm can tell me anything." Kenny said. Butters turned his gaze down, his happy facade fading. He started to fidget with his hands.

"W-Well...I don't quite know how to say this..." Kenny waited patiently while Butters mustered up his courage. Butters knew he could share anything with Kenny, but how much was anything?

"Um, r-remember when I dressed up as Marjorine that one time? To go to the girl's sleepover?" Butters asked. Kenny nodded thoughtfully. Butters fidgeting seemed to get worse.

"Well, I-I've been thinking...um...I've been having thoughts about putting the Marjorine clothes on, just for myself, you know? When I was at the sleepover...it was the first time I felt confident in myself." Butters looked down at his hands, refusing to look at Kenny. Kenny moved his hand from Butters knee and placed it on his shoulder.

"Wellm, whym don't youm wearm them?" Kenny asked innocently. Butters' eyes turned to Kenny filled with fear.

"No! I-I couldn't! M-My Dad would find out right away and ground the heck out of me! I can't have that Kenny!" Kenny slid his hand up and down Butters back to calm him down. Butters took a breath and held his neck to ground himself.

"It's omkay Butters, tamke it eamsy." Kenny encouraged. Butters looked to Kenny, searching his eyes for any form of judgment. When he couldn't find anything, he cast his gaze back down.

"I just...oh hamburgers. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about girl's clothes, I mean, I'm a boy! But...I keep thinking about how I felt when I had them on and...and I felt something I've never felt before. I feel like I was meant to wear them, but-but I know it's wrong!" Butters exclaimed. Kenny felt his heart tug. Butters should be able to wear whatever he wanted if it made him happy.

"Butterms, youm shoumld be amble to wearm whatemver youm wamnt. It's yourm hamppiness. If it mamkes youm hamppy, youm shoulmd be allowed to wearm it." Kenny explained behind his hood. Butters interlaced his fingers tightly as he looked up to Kenny.

"But Kenny I can't. They're girls' clothes! What if it changes me into a different person? And my parents will find out! Oh, Jesus-" Butters held his face in his hands. Kenny didn't know what to do. Butters seemed distraught, he could use a pick-me-up. A lightbulb dimmed above Kenny's head.

"Wellm, I donm't thimnk you'll turn imnto a differement permson, Butterms. No mamtter what youm demcide to wearm, you'll stillm be the same permson. Youm'll stillm be kind, and friendmly-" Butters wasn't looking at Kenny, like he wasn't believing him at all. Kenny took his hands and started scritching Butters' side gently. Butters side bent inward as he started giggling softly.

"And youm'll stillm be timcklish!~ No mamtter what clomthes youm hamve on, youm'll stillm be sooomm timcklish~" Kenny's hands traveled up and into Butters ribs as Butters started retreating into his pillows. Butters eyes narrowed as he lightly giggled.

"K-Kehehenny! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Kenny smiled behind his hood as Butters snickered and lightly pushed at his hands.

"M'yeah Butterms, thamt's the poinmt. Youm thimnk no mamtter what clomthes youm wearm, youm're gomnna run away from beimng this timcklish?" Kenny scribbled over Butters' tummy, which made Butters squeak and curl into a ball. Butters' knees kicked up into his chest, with Kenny's hands still folded into his tummy.

"I-hehehehee! I dohohon't knohohow! Ohohoho Christmahahas!" Kenny took the opportunity to scribble his fingers over Butters' upturned side. Butters laughed gleefully as he turned fully onto the attacked side to try and hide it, but Kenny took his other hand to scribble the opposite upturned side.

"And you'rme vermy funnmy, and smart, and remliable! You'rme a goomd frienmd, and emveryone likes youm! Thamt's not gonnma chamnge." Kenny explained to a giggling Butters. Butters hair fell into his eyes as he tried using his elbows to cover his sides. Kenny lightly dug into both Butters' sides simultaneously. Butters' eyes crinkled as he belted out heavier laughter. Kenny was trying to keep it light, but Butters was super sensitive.

"Teehehehehee! Kehehehen!" Kenny heard pleading in Butters voice. His fingers stilled for a moment, giving Butters a moment to breathe. Giggles petered from Butters lips as he came down from the tickles. "Hehe- hehehe- K-Kenny don't-" Butters felt Kenny's fingers on his sides still. He twitched to the left. "-stohop!"

Kenny grinned evilly as he raised his fingers above Butters' face and started wiggling them slowly. Butters started squirming and covering himself while Kenny started lowering his hands.

"Domn't stomp? Is thamt whamt youm saimd, Butterms?~ I didnm't knowm youm limked it som much~" Butters had a panicked smile as he tried scooting everywhere that Kenny's hands weren't, but Kenny was quick to track him.

"Nohoho Kennehehey! Nohoho no no! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!" Butters laughed as he could already feel Kenny's fingers wiggling in his sides as they wriggled above his eyes. Kenny teased Butters by dropping his hands suddenly on Butters tummy without actually tickling. Butters jolted as Kenny quickly brought his hands back up. It made Butters laugh out earnestly.

"Gehehe-HEHE! Kenny- Kehehen STOHOP! Oh hahamburgers-" Kenny faked out Butters a few more times before his hands really did go in for the kill and started scribbling all over his tummy. The anticipation made Butters whole body tingle, which in turn made him more sensitive to Kenny's touch.

"Youm beliemve me yet Butterms? I'll keep it ump umntil youm dom..." Butters nodded immediately at Kenny's question, small tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes. Kenny slowly let up on his tickles and let Kenny recover.

Butters sat up slowly, the giggles petering out of his system. "Ahehee...oh jeez. I guess I had that coming, huh? Serves me right for being such a sourpuss." Butters held his hands together when Kenny reached forward and held Butters hands. Butters looked up into Kenny's eyes.

"Butterms...wearm what makes youm hamppy. Youm demserve to wearm what youm feel comfortable in. No mamtter what clomthing it is." Kenny reassured. Butters still didn't look convinced.

"But what if my parents find out, Ken? I can't go to school dressed as Marjorine consistently, they'll find out for sure!" By 'they' he meant his parents of course. Kenny wished they would leave the poor kid alone.

"Mmm, what if youm worme the clomthes in yourm room? So they wonm't finmd out and youm'll feelm goomd?" Butters had a questioning face on as he thought about it sincerely. It slowly dawned on him. Kenny watched as Butters face grew brighter and brighter as he realized.

"Oh- Oh Kenny you genius! I can wear the Marjorine clothes in my bedroom and-and they'll never find out! Oh, golly! I'll go try them on now!" Butters raced for his closet and slid the door closed behind him. Kenny waited on the bed silently, swinging his feet while singing a tune in his head.

After a few moments, Butters called out. "Okay Ken! You ready to see?" Kenny looked up from his legs and made an affirmative sound.

Marjorine came out of her closet, smoothing out her dress and brushing her hair out of her face. She applied light makeup and brushed her wig, with two braids on either side of her face and bows pleating the braids. Her eyes were light with complimenting blue eyeshadow and blushing cheeks. Her dress was a light blue with a poofy skirt and trailing ribbons. The dim room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"Well? Wh-what do you think?" Marjorine asked, her hands fidgeting as she waited for an answer. Kenny took her whole image in, and felt his whole face burn up.

Kenny jumped off the bed and removed his hood, to reveal his blushing face and star-lit eyes to her.

"You look gorgeous, Marjorine."

[yiplee]

Can u do smth for lee kenny n ler cartman?:0 i just love ur fics sm oml😭❤

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I’m gonna put my own spin to it since I came up with a scenario of them when I got this request. This is gonna take place in the dikinbaus episode!

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Cartman and Kenny are starting their own restaurant. Great! Since their starting money is coming from Butters’ paychecks, and they both want to earn from it, they have a bit of a scuffle over who gets what percentage. Cartman gets a grand idea for a negotiation.

(Kenny is without his parka, as he was in the dikinbaus episode, by the way.)

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Pleasure Doing Business

A South Park Ticklefic

(Lee!Kenny) (Ler!Cartman)

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“Kenny, I already told you, it was my idea so I get 70% of the profit!” Cartman hissed the words like venom, pointing an accusatory finger at Kenny.

“Dude, you can’t even have 70% anyway, because the money is already a percentage, coming out of Butters’ paycheck! You can’t take a percentage of a percentage, dumbass!” Kenny argued.

“I’m not talking about that money! I’m taking about the hotdog money! Besides, you’re poor as shit! You don’t get a say!” Cartman retorted.

“That’s exactly why I need the money! And all I’m asking for is a fair share! And you’re poor as shit too, asshole! At least I don’t live in a hotdog!” Kenny shouted back, full force. Without his parka, his voice was powerful.

“Kenny, I’ve had just about enough of your bitching! Now you either take 30%, or you can get nothing!” Cartman yelled back, stepping up to Kenny and pointing a finger in his face.

“Ugh, this is fucking unbelievable! You can’t do that!” Kenny retorted.

Cartman stared at Kenny for a moment. He looked so different without his thick parka. His hair was free. His face was free.

Without that thick parka…

Suddenly, Cartman got a great business idea.

“Well then, that’s too bad for you, because…I had such a great business deal planned.” Cartman started, dramatically turning away from his blonde friend.

Kenny scoffed. “And what kind of business deal would that be?”

“So glad you asked!” Cartman said, whipping around with an evil expression before suddenly skittering his fingers up and down Kenny’s sides.

“Hey what the- Cartman whahat the fuhuck?” Kenny blurted, grabbing Cartman’s wrists and trying to pull them away, but to no avail.

“What? Never heard of leverage? It’s crucial for every negotiation, you know.” Cartman spoke his wicked reasoning as his fingers moved to Kenny’s ribs next.

The blonde was struggling to hold his composure, though his tickle fights with his siblings had proven useful in helping him deal with Cartman’s ruthlessness.

“Gehet off mehehe you fahahat fuck!” Kenny snapped, trying and failing to push Cartman away. He was far outweighed by the other pressing him against the dirty, ketchup-stained wall, and could barely move.

“So, you gonna take that 30% now? I feel that now I have a more compelling argument.” Cartman teased, as he moved his fingers down to Kenny’s hips and waist.

Kenny pushed against the back of the wall as strained laughter forced itself out of him as he began wildly squirming in the other’s grasp.

“AAHAHAHA CAHA- CA- AHAHA STAHAHAP!!” He squealed, trying to pull Cartman’s hands away.

“Jeez, you’re taking a while to consider this offer. Are you sure you don’t wanna take that 30%?” Cartman continued, as if this wasn’t even happening.

“FUHUHUHUCK YOU AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!!” Kenny shrieked, thrashing uselessly against Cartman’s firm hold.

“Well, that’s not very professional.” Cartman teased, digging his thumbs right into Kenny’s hips, hitting his nerves perfectly, making him squeal.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHHAAHAHA-!!” His eyes widened to the size of plates before clamping shut as he shrieked, thrashing more wildly. Cartman’s smirk widened as he realized this even more effective tactic.

“Soooo…70-30?” Cartman said again, continuing to drill both thumbs right into the spot on the sides of Kenny’s hips.

“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY! JUST PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! FOR THE LOVE OF FUHUHUCK!! GAAHAHAHAHA!!” Kenny squealed, pulling desperately on Cartman’s wrists.

“Wonderful!” Cartman said with satisfaction as he pulled away, letting Kenny recover as he deflated like a balloon to the ground, his face red and fresh with tears.

“Well, I’d say that negotiation went well.” Cartman chuckled to himself, giving Kenny a shit-eating grin.

“…Fuck you.” Kenny sighed, flipping Cartman off as he caught his breath slowly in recovery.

[veryblushyswitch]

STOP I LOVE THIS!! 💖 This is such a creative idea!! I love how Kyle and Stan both got so flustered they’re so cute. 💖

Hhhggghhgb I did it guys I wrote the South Park fic about them discovering my blog (´-ω-`) I’m still not the best writer so I hope it doesn’t sound too off or weird >< i also couldn’t figure out how to do Kenny’s muffles so they’re not in here. sorry if the ending kinda sucks 😭

anyways-

Who tf is matchacowbee??

- this is a tickle fic so if that’s not ur thing bye

- cw for minors swearing

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The four boys stared at the computer as each of their faces went red.

“Who the FUCK is matchacowbee? Seriously you guys, this is not funny.” Cartman yelled.

“Whoever is doing this better fess up soon!”

As Cartman was growling at the others, Stan and Kenny looked over at the computer in a sense of shock and confusion.

“Uhh, this is all just fake right?” None of this is true right guys?” Stan said quietly.

“Of course it’s not fucking true! These psychos made me sound like a little pussy!” Cartman shouted.

“Relax dude, let’s just calm down for a second. This is obviously just someone fucking with us, right Kyle?” Stan responded.

“…uh Kyle?”

The three boys looked over at the redhead.

Kyle’s face was flushed with a shade of bright pink, as he looked at the computer mortified.

For Kyle, this wasn’t just some blog talking about how sensitive and ticklish he was, this was his deepest secret being exposed to anyone. Kyle couldn’t take any type of tickles, and this was dangerous information for his friends to know. A new wave of embarrassment sent a chill down his spine and he covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, hey! Kyle you good?” Kenny said. Reaching a hand out, he pokes Kyle in the side.

“Gah!! H-hey Kenny!” Kyle jerks away from Kenny and then scrambled to the other side of Cartmans room.

“Well it looks like the rumors about Kyle are true.” Cartman sneered

“No it’s not fatass!” Kyle said with a red face.

“Let’s find out” Kenny said as he began walking towards Kyle while wiggling his fingers at him.

“Kenny, you… you wouldn’t..” Kyle said as he backed away into a corner, and nervously sunk to the floor.

Cartman and Stan returned their gaze to the computer, as shrieks of laughter erupted in the background.

“This is so not cool I’m gonna fucking kill these people” Cartman said.

Stan thought about the idea of Wendy tickling him and his face went red as well. He was embarrassed to admit it, but Stan was indeed ticklish as well. The thought of his girlfriend wrecking him gave him butterflies in his stomach. If Wendy ever found out his weakness, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“KENNEHEHEY!! GAHA- GHEHET OFF OF MEHEE!”

Kenny had his hands under Kyles jacket and was running his fingers along his sides, until he hit a more sensitive spot on his ribs.

“Heh, sweet. Kyles totally a ticklish little pussy.” Cartman said, as he looked at Kyle wriggling underneath Kenny on the floor.

“S-shut uhuhup Cartmahan!” Kyle let out with a fit of giggles.

Stan walked over and pulled Kenny off Kyle.

“Yeah Cartman, it said we were all sensitive. Check it out.” Stan said as he scribbled his fingers underneath Kenny’s arms. Kenny thrashed around in Stan’s grip as muffled giggles poured out of his parka.

“Hehe see! Kenny’s ticklish too. It’s not just Kyle.” Stan said as he slipped his hands lower, meeting Kenny’s sides.

“A-aAhaHa! Stahahan stohohop!!” Kenny cried out. Then he let out a loud squeal as Stan squeezed his hips.

“Whatever guys this is totally gay. At least I’m not a whiny little bitch like you guys.” Cartman protested.

Stan rolled his eyes as he let Kenny go from his hold.

“..Lets just forget that we ever saw that okay…” Kyle said shyly.

“I agree, this is total bull-“ as Stan was cut off from his sentence, Kenny tackled him onto Cartmans bed.

“Whoa Kenny what do you think, wait WAIT!!” Kenny began scritching around Stan’s navel and belly button. “whaHahAt theheh ehehell!!”

Kenny grinned at Stan. “Someone mentioned this was a sensitive spot of yours Stan.”

As Kenny tickled Stan, he couldn’t help but think back to some of the things he had read about himself. Him and his siblings did have tickle fights from time to time. So wrecking Stan and Kyle was easier with his past experience. But like the others, Kenny couldn’t deny his ticklishness either.

As Stan squirmed around on top of the bed, Cartman glared at them and Kyle looked away embarrassed.

“Okay all you fags need to get out of my house right now. Go make out somewhere else.”

Kenny quits tickling Stan, and pulls him up off the bed. Cartman ushers them to the door.

The three friends exit Cartmans house. Stan and Kenny in front, as Kyle trailed behind, still visibly embarrassed. Stan and Kenny both gave him some pokes on his sides to try and snap him out of it.

As Cartman watched them walk away from his front door he sighed. He then shut the door and prepared to get ready to go to bed. Then suddenly, he felt a squeeze on his side.

“AY!” He whipped his head around and looked up.

Ms. Cartman smiles sweetly at her son. “Eric did you have fun with your little friends today? I heard a lot of laughter up there.”

Cartman looks down at the floor, "Yeah I guess, they were acting all gay tickling eachother."

His mom leans down to give her son a quick kiss on his cheek. She wraps her arms around him and gives him a hug.

"Ugh meeem stop!" Cartman tried to squirm out of her grip, until he suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on his stomach.

"Aw is my little muffin also ticklish?" Liane said as she tickled her son’s sides and stomach.

“N-naha no NO! Gehet off me meheheem!” Cartman said while pushing away her hands.

He hated to admit it but even Cartman couldn’t deny that he wasn’t immune to tickles. He kinda sorta liked it in a way, coming from his mom only though. With the other boys, he was definitely going to consider tickling them as a torture method. Just as long as they never tried it on him.

Turns out that all the blogs the four boys had seen, weren’t totally wrong about them.

:p

[gigglingsoftly]

Sorry but a can you do lee!Cartman and ler!stan, kyle, and Kenny? Sorry if this is confusing, I love your fics and I’m sorry I requested this, I really love him😭😭

-One of your fans❤️

Awww nonnie you are literally soooo sweet. And it’s fine literally ask for all the Cartman tickles you want. I will always deliver! I hope you like it!

Also I had no clue how to write Kenny’s muffles so next time 😭

Not Ticklish

Word Count: 609

Lee!Cartman/Ler!Stan, Ler!Kyle, Ler!Kenny

Cartman claims he isn’t ticklish but like we all know that’s a lie.

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The boys were hanging out at Stan’s house. They were in the living room watching Terrance and Phillip. Or at least they were trying to watch Terrence and Phillip. Stan and Kyle were play-fighting and tickling each other as per usual.

And at this point Cartman was used to it. He had gotten pretty good at tuning them and their gay ass antics out. But this was the last straw. He couldn’t hear the television over their stupid giggling and laughing.

“I’m so glad I’m not a ticklish little pussy like you guys,” The bigger boy muttered scooting closer to the TV.

At this point Kenny and Cartman had decided to sit on the floor since the other two boys were taking up the couch with their antics.

“Shut up fatass,” Kyle retorted.

Honestly, he was surprised they could fucking hear because he couldn’t.

“Yeah everyone is ticklish,” Stan said matter of factly.

“Not me,” Cartman replied, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, prove it. Me and Kyle do this all the time. Keep your arms up and if you really aren’t ticklish then you won’t laugh or anything,” The raven haired boy challenged.

“Maybe that’s how you super boyfriends or whatever the fuck you call yourselves like to spend your time but not me.” The brunette shot back.

“Dude if you aren’t ticklish then it shouldn’t matter!” Kenny added, taking his attention off the television.

“No…it’s okay guys. He’s probably lying anyway,” Stan concluded in annoyance. The other two boys nodded in agreement. They were going to just drop it and go back to watching TV.

“I am not!” Cartman wouldn’t necessarily count it as lying. His mom tickled him a little before but at most he squirmed away a little bit. It was nowhere near the reaction he’s seen his friends give to being tickled. So he was sure he had this little “challenge” in the bag.

“Okay fatass, then put your arms up!” Kyle responded.

“Fine but this is super gay,” Cartman grumbled walking on his knees toward the couch and lifting his arms.

Stan shot his fingers into the larger boy’s underarms and started scribbling. This caused Cartman to squeal and immediately try to retreat.

“See! I knew he was lying! Guys don’t let him escape! Grab his arms!” Stan shouted.

The two other boys immediately sprang to action to not let the brunette escape, holding him in place . They couldn’t… scratch that…they wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to put Cartman in his place.

This was way more than he expected. This was what those two were willingly doing to each other on a regular basis. He felt like he was being tortured. This was awful. He needed this to stop now.

“Okahahay, yohohou guhuhuys wihihin! Gehehet ohohohff alreheheheady!” The bigger boy demanded. He hated to admit defeat so early but what the actual fuck? He never experienced anything like this.

“Dude! Stan barely even tickled you!” The blond chuckled.

“Yeah, we finally found someone who’s more ticklish than me,” Kyle teased.

“Trust me. No one is more ticklish than you,” Stan said, not stopping the tickle attack.

The redhead growled playfully before pouncing on his best friend resuming their play fighting from before.

Normally this is when Cartman would tease them for how gay they are but honestly he was glad they turned their attention back on each other. He sat back up still trying to stop the residual giggles that were threatening to slip out.

“What was that you were saying again about not being ticklish?” Kenny teased. Cartman couldn’t see it but he definitely knew that the blond was wearing a shit eating grin.

“Shut up, Kenny!”

[strawmyberry]

my south park tickle headcannons! (the main four!)

the time has finally come!!! these little guys have been clogging up my brain for months- so what better way to remedy that than by spilling all my thoughts out here!!! and- it’s perfect to pass the time while i write my first fic for y’all! thank you so much for waiting!! it really means the world that people like to hear my silly little thoughts!

also- please let me know if you have any requests- i’d love to take a crack at them!!

anywho; here are some of my headcannons! thank you so much again!! i hope you like them!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Stan!-

super ticklish!

im a huge sucker for the “stan snorts when he laughs” hc

he’s super duper embarrassed by it- he thinks it’s weird

stan goes for defense when getting tickled! instead of trying to get away/tickle back- he tries to cover himself/his mouth

he never likes giving the satisfaction of actually laughing. does hiding it ever work? no! does he still do it? yes!

i think he got it from all the times shelly has been absolutely merciless to him

(she’s a lot stronger than him- so he thinks that if he doesn’t laugh and give her what she wants she’ll get bored and stop)

99% of the time it’s her tickling him- he’s smart enough to know that trying to get revenge on her is practically impossible

definitely the type to lie about being ticklish or at the very least- the extent of how ticklish he actually is

“are you ticklish?” “no” “really?” “…i mean, maybe a little?”

he also gets super blushy - his ears turn RED

worst spot are his armpits- and he goes through great lengths for no one to find out about it

kyle found out a cute little funny trick where if you get your thumb and twist it into stan’s armpit it drives him up the damn wall

like: he starts snorting practically nonstop- can’t even speak he’s laughing too hard

i think up to like the age of 7- his mom had a little game that if she caught him trying to take cookies from the cookie jar when she knew he had some already: she’d taze his side

(it worked like a charm, and she still does it from time to time)

when he’s about to get tickled he just says his ler’s name over and over again with different inflections

“wendy? wendy- no- wendy- wendy. wendy-no! weNDY-“

(whenever he does this to kyle he always goes “yeah, dude? that’s my name!” and it piSSES HIM OFF SO MUCH LMAOO)

teases (that aren’t about his snorts) don’t really embarrass him they just kinda annoy him a little

teases don’t really work on him all that much unLESS IF IT’S WENDY- TOTALLY DIFFERENT STORY THERE-

he actually really likes being tickled if it’s by his friends- he just hates admitting it

he likes having an excuse to laugh freely!!

and although i think i could go on for hours and hours about how he is as a lee- he’s more of a ler

hes canonically good at tickling! yay! (thank you matt and trey)

he tickles kyle for everything under the sun

bad mood? poke. beating me at mario kart? poke poke. won’t let me play with his blue hot wheels bugatti chiron? poke poke poke!

i think kyle is so ticklish that for a while he was too scared to even check if stan was too- so homie was in the clear for a while

he laughs with his lee- he finds their reactions very entertaining

he teases!! he’s mean!! smirks all the while!

“man, is it really that bad? sick…”

although, i think with wendy and kyle it’s more compliments than actual teasing

telepathic communication with kyle when it comes to teaming up on people! one look is all they need to know where to go

dream team with kenny- those two are absolute menaces to kyle

i don’t really think he’s mean on purpose- he just gets carried away because he’s having fun!

completely forgets how easy it is to get him back; it totally slips his mind until he’s face to face with revenge!

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Kyle!-

he is ticklish ticklish!!!

i totally agree that kyle is the most ticklish of the group- he so is!!!

HE HICCUPS WHEN HE LAUGHS TOO MUCH!!

and it lasts for a while after the fact too- like ten minutes later? he’s still hiccuping

unlike stan, instead of defending himself he goes balls to the walls. he pulls out all the stops!!

he kicks, he screams, he punches!

(stan has gotten a bloody nose because of this multiple times. kyle still feels bad about it!!)

he also has sUCH A POTTY MOUTH LMAOO

he curses up a storm when hes tickled- it’s so amusing for his ler(s)

(i totally think there was a time where kenny and stan set a five minute timer and they would add a minute every single time kyle cursed- five minutes were added within the first thirty seconds and the only reason why kyle eventually managed to stop cursing was because he was hiccuping so much he couldn’t even get a word out!) maybeillwritethisoutatsomepointidontknowww

he’s ticklish literally everywhere but his ears are the WORST

(his neck is pretty bad too- but ears? WOOOO)

he begs stan and kenny to keep his ticklishness a secret from cartman. he does NOT want his finding out!

he ends up finding out.

cartman loves to just randomly blow in kyle’s ear (it’s why he wears his hat 24/7) because he squeals and jumps like fifty feet in the air

kyle has really sensitive skin so if you tickle somewhere for a little while- it ends up turning red

(stan uses this as a timer sometimes! “oh- dude, your stomach is red. …guess it’s time to go for your ribs then!”)

just hearing the word “tickle” causes him to tense up- he gets so nervous

teases work SO WELL on him!

you don’t even have to be teasing him actually- if you talk to him AT ALL while tickling him it drives him up the wall

he tries to bargain his way out of getting tickled (it never works LMAOO)

“wait! wait waIT WAIT- we can talk about this, dude! dude, let’s just talk about it! let’s just taLK ABOUT IT-“

it doesn’t really matter how he’s being tickled; everything and i mean everything tickles to him- but i think light tickles are really his kryptonite

he’s the type to giggle hysterically before you even touch him (stan thinks it’s the funniest thing- so he takes his sweet ass time before even doing anything)

as a ler he is RUTHLESS

in his mind- he needs to tucker his lee out before they have the energy to try to get back at him

the years he’s had with ike really pay off and he has some SKILLED fingers!

he makes mental notes of where his lee(s) is the most ticklish- and he does not leave that spot until he figures out WHAT exactly works the best

loves ticking ike because it’s the one person he doesn’t have to worry about getting him back LMAOO

(even then ike still does from time to time)

if his lee makes ANY noise (snort, hiccup, squeak) they need to RUN because he will relish in that shit

“holy shit, dude!! what the hell was that? do it again!!”

him and stan are absolute horrifying when they work together- you got the brains and the brawn against you

hes super mean when getting stan back for his constant tickle attacks

and for kenny, he’s only a tiny bit nicer

he picks and chooses his battles when it comes to revenge…i just think he chooses violence 9 times out of 10 LMAOOO

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kenny!-

too ticklish for his own good!!!

he has a super addicting laugh- it really doesn’t work well for him

not only that, but he has completely different laughs depending on where he’s being tickled

he MOVES when he laughs (not just when being tickled)

he seems like the type to fucking FLY forward when laughing at a joke LMAOO

he squirms and jerks like crazy!!

and he pounds his fists on the ground and/or pulls on his parka!! he needs something to do with his hands!! very entertaining!!

he doesn’t really fight back- he’s trained himself so he doesn’t accidentally hurt karen

his friends do this really mean thing where they pretend like they don’t understand him through his parka

“…what did you say? do you know what he said, kyle?” “yeah, dude! he said ‘please keep tickling me!’” “oh yeahhh! gotcha’! jussst checking…”

he also seems like the type to shake his head frantically and scream his ass before getting tickled!

runs for his LIFE, back against the wall- just shaking his head and his hands

“mm-mm! donmph!! donmt do itmph!! dONMT-NOOOOOOOO-!!!”

he’s also ticklish pretty much everywhere but his hips are SO BAD

he SCREAM laughs when you squeeze his hips and it’s so funny

his laugh is so contagious that sometimes his ler(s) have to stop for a second and just laugh along with him!

rougher tickles work on him better- since he’s wearing his parka! that shit is THICK!

squeezes are the death of him (literally) he can’t stand them

teases work pretty well on him! they get him all giggly

i think if you tickle him for too long he starts coughing- and that’s how you know when to stop!

gets into tickle fights with karen and kevin CONSTANTLY and most of the time- he gets WRECKED!

as a ler he’s surprisingly really sweet?

i think it’s because he’s died from being tickled too much before

and he knows that HE can come back to life. his friends and family? he doesn’t wanna risk it!

that doesn’t mean he’s not a total tickle monster!! he definitely is!! he’s just a bit more cautious about it

he keeps most of his tickles light

(unless it’s one of the others in the main four- he’s MEAN to them)

he’s the type to coo and tease- what he does to karen he does to everyone since up to this point it’s been pretty effective!

he LOVES giving people really quick cheer up tickles. just five minutes of innocent little flutters and the whole bad mood is gone!

he zips his fingers around random spots sometimes just making little “ooohs” and “aaahs”

”oooh! how aboumt heremph? oooooh! heremph? awwww!”

he’ll wiggle his two index fingers and only those two above his lee before striking with his whole hand!!

sometimes he pulls his parka tighter while teasing, just so they have to guess what he said- he thinks it’s funny!

raspberries are super fun for him since if he has the parka on, it’s ten times worse!

LOVES doing the “sike out” on his lees it’s super fun

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Cartman!-

not super ticklish- but ticklish!

he has a really “ugly” laugh LMAOO

like it’s almost kinda jarring

he somehow sounds like a mixture of a pig and a gremlin LMAOO

the other three don’t really tickle him all that much actually!

(probably because they’re all just a teeeeeny bit scared of him)

but also because they hate his laugh-

(kyle covers his ears half the time LMAOO im really cracking myself up here)

but in all seriousness, they are genuinely afraid to tickle him; he’s super mean

his mom on the other hand? she does it all the time

i love love LOVE the hc where cartman has ticklish cheeks- im a sucker for it i love it!

his cheeks and sides are his worst spot(s)

(his mom uses this to her advantage whenever she can!)

he’s SO overdramatic- it makes tickling him such an ordeal

he will flop to the floor after a single poke- and then he’s back up again; ready to wreck your shit

he curses like kyle- but noT IN THE SAME WAY AT ALL

kyle just goes “shit! fuck! you’re an asshole!” you know, normal stuff- carTMAN ON THE OTHER HAND??

he makes up the most obscure insults you have ever heard.

(boobie fucker is the first one that came to mind LMAOAOAOO)

teases work super well on him- it gets him all agitated

(especially if it’s his mom it drives him UP THE WALL.)

he definitely isn’t afraid to rip his lee’s hands off of him- he is not afraid to hurt anyone

when he’s about to get tickled- he doesn’t bargain or beg he threatens

and honestly? (you should probably listen-)

HE’S HORRIFYING AS A LER OH GOD

hes actually not that good at tickling- he sucks at it

but that doesn’t matter!!! he still makes life a living hell!!

he searches for your worst spot; and god forbid he finds it

because he EXPLOITS THAT SHIT!!

he won’t stop until you are in tears- and he makes no exceptions!

(remember how i said kenny died from being tickled before? [f]artman is the one to blame!!)

it’s not even warranted half the time- he’s just a bully

and he doesn’t even “tease” he just insults.

he makes fun of your laugh, what you’re doing, where you’re ticklish

the other three have gone through this at least once- and they try their hardest to never have to go through it again

[tricks-tickles]

Prom Dress

read my random hcs here! (i promise it will make more sense lol)

my own prom was two weeks ago and so i was inspired to write this and i s2g when i started this i did not ship bunny but these mfs grew on me like a fungus

if you have any ideas for any drabbles send me an ask!

word count: 1614

pairing: Lee!Butters/Ler!Kenny

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Butters really liked Kenny. They’d been friends since they were little but had become especially closer in their teens, with Kenny opening up about being transgender and Butters confiding in her about his less-than-stellar parents. On top of that, Kenny was the kindest person Butters knew, and she always supported him. She was funny, easy to get along with, and made Butters feel important, like he mattered. Honestly, he liked her a little more than as a friend but was too shy to say anything.

So, he really liked her and liked hanging out with her and spending time with her…

But.

Senior prom was coming up and everybody had been talking about it for weeks, even the least interested people had been drawn into the endless conversation. (Craig’s contributions to the discussion had been limited to “No.” and “I don’t know.” but at least he’d said something.) 

Everyone had their own drama regarding the prom. It would be the first prom where Stan wouldn’t be going with Wendy, as the two had broken up for ‘the last time’ two months prior. Kyle was attending with a date (for once), a boy from North Park who he’d met through basketball. Cartman also had someone to bring, his long-distance girlfriend who was traveling to South Park from Canada (mainly to prove she existed). For Kenny, this was her first prom where she would be openly going as a girl, with Butters as her platonic date. This was a big deal, obviously, and with prom just a week away she was in full panic over what she was going to wear. Her panic had started on Wednesday morning-

“Oh, shit.”

“Huh?”

“Shiiit.”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Ken?”

“I just realized- I’ll need a fucking dress.”

“What for?”

“Prom!”

-And now on Friday she was still stressing out. She had scrounged up enough money to buy a dress from their local Goodwill. Now, she had narrowed it down to two options. A burnt orange gown with a bardot neckline, or a tight black bodycon with a long slit up the thigh. She had the body to fill them out, with a combination of exercise, padding, (estrogen that she’d bought online,) and luck she had a petite, feminine frame. Now she just had to choose which dress to wear.

“I just don’t know,” She was saying, swiping back and forth between the pictures on her phone, “The black dress is cool, but is it too edgy? And I dunno what accessories I would wear with it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket and started rummaging in her closet, “I like the orange one, but it could be too much… although these shoes would go perfectly…” 

Kenny had been going on like this for nearly an hour now, and while Butters had tried his absolute best to stay engaged, from going to the store with her earlier to now helping her make the final decision, his attention was drifting. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it.

eric✨: im board wanna play cod

butters: i can’t! im helping kenny pick her prom dress :(

eric✨: jfc is she still going on abt that

eric✨: she rlly is a girl

butters: of course she is! she’s the nicest, prettiest girl in the world <3

eric✨: dude

eric✨: gay

butters: shhh •////•

eric✨: wanna play l8r

butters: okay!! :D

“Hey! Did I lose ya?” Kenny said, suddenly appearing in front of him.

“Ah! Sorry Ken, got a lil’ distracted, hehe.” He said, throwing his phone to the side and smiling up at her innocently.

Kenny squinted at him for a minute and Butters squirmed under her stare. She was extremely pretty. Long blonde hair plaited into twin braids, smooth tan skin, and bright blue eyes, as bright as Butter’s glass one. She was dressed casually, with her oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, and was watching Butters with a mischievous smile.

“It’s okay,” She said, “Maybe I need to take a break and come back to it. And, I think I know something that'll catch your interest.”

Butters sat up straighter, excited. “And what would that be?”

She grinned at his eagerness and lifted her hands to show him her nails. Kenny had bought false nails at the drugstore and was planning on wearing them before prom so she could get used to the feeling. They were long and black, except for the ring fingers, which were orange

Butters gasped, “They’re so pretty! And they’ll match whatever dress you choose.” 

“I know right, I’m so fuckin’ smart.” She trailed off, “Do you know what else they're good for?”

Butters hummed, thinking. “Peelin’ off stickers? Untyin’ knots? Oh! Makin’ clicky sounds when you tap on your phone!”

“Noho,” She giggled, “This.”

She put her hand on Butters’s chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then straddled his legs. He felt his face get hot at their proximity and also began to squirm in anticipation. Butters liked many things about hanging out with Kenny, and this was one of his favorites. 

She gave him that Cheshire grin, then pushed up his Hello Kitty t-shirt and gently traced one nail down his chest, towards his belly button.

“Wait! Kehehehen!” He giggled, wiggling in place.

“Whaaat?” She teased, dragging the tips of her nails down his sides and scratching them in small circles.

“Ahahaw jehehehehez,” He squeaked, “Thahahat’s reheheahahally tihihickly!”

“You’re so fucking ticklish. It’s adorable.” Kenny teased. She rested her nails on the sides of his ribs, then quickly swiped down to his hips and back up again.

“Kehehennyhy! Pleheheahasehe, ihihit tihihicklehes sohohoho bahahahad!” He giggled, bunching his hands in his shirt and wiggling in place. His faux complaints were part of the game, to spare him some embarrassment.

“You say that, but you aren’t moving, or pushing me away, or saying stop, or-“

“Hehehe! Yohohohuhuhu knohohow why!” It didn’t really work.

She hummed, lightly pinching Butter’s ribs, “Do I? Maybe I forgot.” 

“Kehehen,” He whined, “Yohohouhur behehihin’ mehehahan.”

“You’re right,” Kenny said, “I know you love being tickled so fuckin’ much.” 

She then started to gently spider her fingers over his stomach.

“Nohohohohot thehehe behehelly!” He laughed.

“Why not?” Kenny said, then leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Is your tummy too ticklish?”

Butters squealed, his face burning as he leaned forward to press his face into Kenny’s neck. His hands came to grip her waist as he giggled helplessly while her nails gently wiggled all over his body. He sat up even more, giggling into Kenny as her hands came around to skim over his back, making him arch into her.

“Ehehehe! Ihi dihihidn’t ehevehen knohohow my bahahack wahahas tihihicklihihsh!” He said, his arms wrapping around Kenny, hugging her while she tickled his back. Her hands began to crawl higher and higher until they brushed his shoulder blades and his long-forgotten flight or fight instincts rewoke as Butters flipped her onto the bed and grabbed her arms, pinning her down. 

They both panted for a second, breathless for different reasons. While Kenny often played with him, Butters never took charge or fought back.

“S-sorry, Kenny.” He stuttered, his face burning. Kenny was still staring at him, her mouth agape. He let go of her hands and shuffled back a bit, ready to get off her. Instead, she sat up and took his face in her hands.

“...Kendall?” He said, flustered beyond belief. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before.

“I-I just realized that I like you. Like right now, holy fucking shit.”

Now it was Butters’s turn to gape.  “You- what?” He said, brain struggling to comprehend her words.

“I like you. Romantically. Fuck! I mean, of course, I like you, it’s fucking obvious. I like being around you and you make me laugh and when I see you with other people I get jealous and I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since we became close and I think you’re wonderful and kind and beautiful and oh my fucking God, I might actually be in-” She cut herself off, staring at him.

He blinked. Turned to his brain, which hummed like static, and shrugged back at him. He blinked again. Suddenly, it seemed like there was only one thing to do.

He leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips touched. It was the chaste kiss to end all chaste kisses, barely a brush of skin, but he felt a deep warmth that started at his mouth and spread throughout his whole body.

There was a beat, then Kenny pulled his face back in and kissed him properly. He made a little noise of surprise, tilting his head to press them closer together. His hands slid up her back, fisting into her hoodie as she moved against him, his stomach swooping when she softly bit his lip. He had never felt so right.

They kissed till they were laying down, breathless, and pressed against each other.

“So…” Butters said, never one to let even a comfortable silence sit.

“So,” Kenny replied, scratching her nails through his hair. 

“Did you decide which dress you were gonna wear?” He asked, making her laugh.

“Yeheah, I think I did.”

Butters sat up, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.

“Then let's go get it!” He said, springing off the bed.

Kenny laughed again, then followed him up, kissing him softly.

“Let’s.”

On the way to the door, Butters remembered his phone and grabbed it, opening his and Eric’s messages.

butters: cant play later anymore ;)

eric✨: r u and kenny gonna have gay sex

butters: … :)

eric✨: BUTTERS????

eric✨: YOU DOG

eric✨: BUTTERS I S2G MSSG ME BNACK

eric✨: PEICE OF SHIT 

eric✨: BUTTERS

[dannystheone]

GUYS STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING IT'S KYLE'S BIRTHDAY AAAA

HERE'S A TEENY DRABBLE (I SWEAR) JUST TO CELEBRATE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE!! (Lee Kyle/Lers Stan/Kenny/Eric)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing!

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"Cartman, don't touch me there. Hey- stop! You guys- HEY!" Kyle Broflovski suddenly found himself in the middle of his best friends with conniving looks on their faces.

It was his birthday today, and it had been one for the books. A huge party with all of his fourth-grade class invited, presents, music, a bouncy house, and anything a kid could want for his party. It was a massive success (despite Cartman eating up most of the snacks before anyone else could reach for them) but it was still successful nonetheless.

Now that the party had cleaned up and the fourth graders returned to their homes, it was just the four of them playing games and talking in Kyle's living room. Another present of Kyle's from his parents was that he had no curfew tonight, and he was having a sleepover with his friends.

Cartman had teased all week leading up to Kyle's party that when he blows those candles and becomes ten years old, he's gonna get what's coming to him. Of course, Kyle wasn't worried, it was Cartman after all. But at the same time...it was Cartman. Kyle tried asking Kenny and Stan what Cartman possibly had planned, but they shrugged and kept their mouths shut without another word.

Now that they were actually here, Kyle rolled his eyes and put his hands up to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Alright alright, so what is it, huh, Cartman? If it's ten punches and an extra one for good luck, I'd prefer you do it on this arm." Kyle offered his left arm to Cartman, to which Cartman just gave a slow shake of his head.

"Oh no Kahl, I knew you'd be expecting me to do something like that for your birthday. Something juvenile, something poorly thought out right? Well, I've thought of something you'd never expect. And certainly, never forget." Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at Cartman and looked to Stan, which had a blank expression on his face.

"Stan, what is he talking about?" Stan was about to answer when Kenny interrupted him. Kenny reached up and showed his phone to Cartman.

"The timpher imph set." Kenny said. Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling protective of himself.

"Timer? What timer? Cartman, whatever you're thinking of doing-" Cartman cut Kyle off by suddenly standing on his couch and sitting behind Kyle on the backrest. A bewildered Kyle didn't follow as Cartman scooped up Kyle's wrists and locked them in place.

"Alright men. The time has come. Pin the Jew!" Cartman called out. Stan rolled his eyes as he inched closer to Kyle and started tickling his tummy. Kyle started wriggling as Kenny and Stan both started scribbling their fingers on his sides and tummy.

"Cartman, that's not the name we agreed on. Why do you always do this." Stan groaned as he shook his fingers in his best friend's tummy.

"W-Wahahahait!! Whahahat thehehe hehehehell?!" Kyle cried as he immediately started belly laughing from the choice spots being targeted. Stan and Kenny had big smiles on their faces as they delivered their birthday tickles to their best friend.

"You didn't think we weren't gonna do anything like this for your birthday, Kyle? I guess it really is a surprise then." Stan commented while scratching his blunt nails in Kyle's right underarm. Kyle felt himself shrink as his eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Myeah, we hamph thimph plammed all weemk!" Kenny added with happy-looking eyes. His gloved hands dug into Kyle's tummy, which made Kyle's legs kick.

"Okahahay I gehehet ihihihihit! You gohohohot mehehe!" Kyle giggled as he twisted against Cartman's hold. Cartman had a surprisingly good grip on his wrists, keeping his torso stretched out. Cartman's legs were also on either side of Kyle, so Kyle was essentially trapped in a tickle box. Or a tickle Cartman?

"We're gonna do more than just that, dude! That timer is set for eleven minutes! Ten minutes for your birthday, one more for good luck. You gotta last the whole thing if you wanna earn becoming a man!" Stan explained. Kyle's body shook with his laughter as Kenny kept trying new places to get him. He settled on his leg and poked his fingers up and down the length of it.

"Buhuhuhut thihihihis isn't mahahahanly!! Ihihit's chihihildish!" Kyle laughed and kicked out as all three boys gasped loudly.

"He said it! He said the thing! Do it, Cartman!" Stan and Kenny stopped tickling as Kyle regained some of his breath.

"Huh? What did I say? Hey- Cartman!" Cartman switched Kyle's wrists into one hand and removed Kyle's hat with the other. Kyle's red curls shook out from the hat and fluffed all over his face.

"You see Kahl, we had a small bet on the side to see how long it would take you to say that this activity was childish, because of how predictable you are." Kyle groaned as he saw Kenny move closer to him out of the corner of his eye.

"So as punishment for being so painfully predictable, Kenny here is gonna tickle the shit out of your ears. Better luck next year." Eric clapped Kyle on the shoulder before taking hold of Kyle's wrists in both hands again. Kyle's knees bucked as he tried to get Kenny away.

"Kenny don't, wait! We-we can do something else! You wanna play the new console I just got?" Kyle tried to distract Kenny, but Kenny had a huge smile on his face, as did Stan.

"Whup, you heard him, Kenny! He said 'don't wait!" Stan instigated. Kenny giggled mischievously as he took his gloved hands and started scratching them over Kyle's ears. The scratchy material and the wiggling fingers underneath made Kyle cringe and duck his head.

"Kehehehehenny!! Nohohohoho nohoho no! Stahahahahap!" Kyle's laughter was high-pitched and boyish, his biggest and most hidden tickle spot being targeted. While Kenny was up there by his ears, Stan started squeezing Kyle's knees and getting the skin behind them.

"Guhuhu-HEHEHEHE'S!! STOHOhohohop!! Thihihihis ihihihisn't fuhuhuhunny!!" Kyle shouted. The guys gasped once more as they resumed their tickling.

"He said the second thing! That just added five minutes to your timer, dude!" Kyle groaned inwardly as Stan added the additional time to Kyle's ever-growing tickle timer.

"Oh Kahl, you obvious bastard. I could quote you like a book." Cartman teased. Kenny scratched Kyle's ear with one hand and swirled a finger in his open underarm with the other. Kyle jolted as Stan came back from the timer and started zipping his fingers up and down his thighs.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup! I hahahahate thihihihis!" Kyle cried out and bucked his knees.

"That's why we had to do it! So you'd never see it coming! Happy birthday, dude!" Stan said gleefully.

The boys eventually let Kyle go once his time was served, reminding him that it was all in fun and they were all still pals. Another year of being the smartest, yet most foreseeable one in the group.

[kennyisaloserr]

dude ive been searching for this one south park tkfic and i cant find it ANYWHERE its lee drunk stan and ler kyle someone help me PLS

-kenny

[veryblushyswitch]

super lee mood for Kenny right now I need his hips in my hands

YOU GET ME- 👏👏👏 I need to tickle him he deserves all the tickles 💖💖💖 And his little giggles!!! 😭💖 Ugh Kenny my beloved.

[yiplee]

Hiii!! Can you do ler Kevin and lee Kenny? And for the scenario can it be that Kenny is having a bad day and Kevin notices so he tries to cheer him up? Thank you :)

Thank you for the request! I love this idea!

I’ll just get straight into it since the request says it all :)

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Kenny and Kevin both got comfortable on their mattresses, switching off the light and letting the moonlight from the window illuminate the room.

The blue moonlight shone right at Kenny, who was staring into the window with sad eyes. Kevin looked over at him with a sigh.

“Alright. That’s it. What’s wrong, Kenny? You’ve been sad ever since you got home.” Kevin started, getting his brother’s attention.

Kenny sighed. “Nothing..” he mumbled, looking back up at the moon with his obviously sad expression.

“It’s not nothing.” Kevin shook his head. “I know you better than that. So tell me, what’s wrong?” Kevin asked, getting up to sit next to Kenny on his mattress.

Kenny sighed. Kevin looked at him for a long moment. “Well? What’s up?” He persisted. He wrapped a gentle arm around his brother, pulling him closer.

Kenny leaned against his brother as he finally started to speak. “I had…a bad day.” He mumbled, his quiet voice muffled by his parka.

Kevin nodded. “A bad day? Anything happen to make it a bad day?” He asked. After a short pause, he lifted his fists, mockingly squaring up. “Do I need to beat someone up?” He asked, making some punching motions in the air.

Kenny wasn’t amused. He just looked away, and—good grief, was that a tear in his eye? Oh dear.

“Hey, look…you don’t have to tell me right yet. For now, let’s just focus on making you feel better.” Kevin decided, as he pulled his brother in for a tighter hug. “…And I think I know just the trick.” He said with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

With the hand that held his little brother close, Kevin carefully traced Kenny’s side, smirking slyly at him.

Kenny noticed this, looking up at Kevin. “Kevin, what are you-” he started, but before he could finish, his brother’s fingers began fluttering lightly across his side.

“Eek! Hey! Kehehehevin! That tihihickles!” Kenny exclaimed, grasping his brother’s wrists and trying to pull them away.

“Yeah, silly, that’s the point.” Kevin said, scribbling his fingers into his little brother’s sides some more. Kenny was trapped in a hug, and no matter how much he attempted to squirm away, his brother held him tight.

Kenny’s muffled giggles filled the room as Kevin’s fingers danced across his sides, traveling up to his ribs.

Kenny squealed into his parka, squirming around as his older brother dug into his ribs more. “Kehehevin! Hehehey! Hold ohohon!” He pleaded breathlessly.

“What’s that? Hold on? You mean like…this?” Kevin teased, giving Kenny’s sides a squeeze that made him shriek. “Well okay, if you say so!” He singsonged, pinching and squeezing gently at Kenny’s sides.

“THAT’S NOHOT WHAHAHAT I MEAHAHANT!!” Kenny shrieked, writhing madly as he erupted with muffled little giggles.

“STOHOHOP!” Kenny squealed, and with one last squeeze, Kevin stopped. “Haha, well, do you feel better, Ken?” He asked.

Kenny tried to stay mad at his brother, but he sighed in defeat. That actually did help. He just nodded, leaning his head on his brother’s shoulder as he drifted comfortably to sleep.

[gigglingsoftly]

Ler! Kyle and Ler! Kenny HCs

Soooo @taylorswitch09 pointed out I didn’t add any ler headcanons for Kenny and Kyle 😭 Here you guys go!

Kenny

He can be pretty ruthless as a ler! If he wants to hold his own against Kevin he has to! He’s very sweet and gentle with Karen tho!

His tickle fights with his siblings have prepared him for war tbh.

If his friends squeal/shriek like a girl or snort he’s not going to let it go. He is going to bring attention to it.

He’s not trying to be mean but like it caught him off guard and it was kind of funny.

Since building anticipation works on him so well he likes doing it to others too.

He mostly uses it on Kyle because it only works on Stan and Cartman in certain spots versus Kyle it works everywhere.

Kyle

He’s pretty reluctant to start a tickle fight and is usually only doing it to get back at his friends.

If he’s not getting revenge he is following behind Stan but he’s skeptical. He is just afraid of the roles being reversed. Also this embarrassing and childish.

He is pretty good at tickling bc he tickles Ike a lot. He’s only performing his brotherly duties.

Constantly reminds the person this wouldn’t be happening if they just left him alone in the first place!

BONUS

More Stan and Cartman stuff

Stan.

Whatever new thing Shelley does to him he tries out on his friends mostly Kyle

They’ll literally be like what the actual fuck was that???

And Stan will just be like “yeah Shelley did that to me the other day. It was awful”

Honestly if he has to deal with that stuff on a regular basis he has their deepest sympathies bc no matter what new thing he shows them it always feels like their souls are leaving their bodies for a split second.

Cartman

As previously stated avoids tickling like his life depends on it.

His excuse is always that it’s gay or lame or both.

He is not really good at tickling.

Honestly he’s too rough and it always hurts more than it tickles. Which honestly it’s kinda helpful for when they gang up on Kenny because of his parka

His teases are more antagonistic than playful.

There is no technique or tactic he’s just winging it

If he knows the worst spot he’ll just go there right away.

The only thing he has going for him his inability to give af and show no mercy.

[strawmyberry]

aaa omg i absolutely loved your headcanons they are so cute!! 💗 also im tumblr is being mean 😭 i hope everything gets fixed soon <33

aa do you think you could maybe write something with kenny?? lee or ler is fine, anything you want!! your hcs for him are just so adorable i can't choose which side i like more 😭 i honestly am just looking forward to anything you have planned <3 tysm!! i hope you have a good day! 💗💗

aaaa!!! toast you are the sweetest 🥹 thank you so much for all the love and support!! it truly means the world! im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s at least a little bit worth it- im still trying to get into the swing of things- so im sorry if it isn’t the best! also it has a super long intro sorry sorry sorry!! i hope you guys enjoy!!! (first fic yayyyy!!!)

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Swallow Your Pride!

Lee Kenny / Ler Stan and Kyle

Word Count: 3,038

With Cartman in Nebraska for the first few weeks of summer, Stan and Kyle think a celebration is in order! Kenny is a bit iffy on the idea; but every problem can be solved with just a little bit of friendly persuasion!

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“Oh shit, dude. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

That day had started like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and even though it was summer, the snow kept snowing. Softer than it normally would, sure, but the snow was a bit of a damper on the Teen Beach Movie summer that Stan had secretly been yearning for. 

It wasn’t hard to believe that Stan expected today to go like it typically would: a casual hang-out, at his house, with his friends, the four of them having a fun little Mortal Kombat: Onslaught tournament. 

“No! No, really, I am! It’s not gonna be the same without you, man. How long are you gonna be there for?” 

But it seemed like fate had other plans today. With his phone held against his ear, Stan would pace around his living room as he spoke. Kyle sat criss-cross-applesauce on the floor while Kenny laid on his side behind him, resting his head comfortably on one of Stan’s throw pillows. They were (not so) patiently awaiting Cartman’s arrival. They wanted to start kicking some ass already!

Every now and then Kyle would manage to make eye contact with Stan, shooting him a look that could only be described as a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Where the fuck is he? What’s taking so long?” He’d whisper, crossing his arms tight against his chest as Stan held up his “give me a second” finger. He’d grumble a bit at that, adding an eye roll to the mix. They could’ve started thirty minutes ago if Cartman came when he was supposed to! 

“Yeah.” Stan would pause, nodding his head. He’d turn, his eyes bouncing between Kyle and Kenny. “No, don’t worry. I’ll tell them.” He’d say, turning back around as he’d begin pacing a bit more. That seemed to peek Kyle’s attention even more, now turning to Kenny with a raised brow. 

“What do you think they’re talking about? What excuse is Cartman gonna try to pull this time?” He’d ask, trying his hardest to keep his volume low. He had never really been the best whisperer. 

“I don’t know..” Kenny would shrug, getting up from his comfortable laying position to be able to hear better. 

“Maybe he died.” Kyle would joke, letting out an overdramatic sigh. “That would be fucking awesome, wouldn’t it?” He’d add, cupping his hands together in a wistful Disney princess pose. 

Kenny couldn’t help but let a few giggles slip at Kyle’s dramatics, beginning to tighten his parka. Kyle would start softly chuckling to himself as a result of Kenny’s infectious laugh, being quick to shush Kenny while still staring at Stan intently. “Shhh! Duhude, shut up! I can’t hear!” He’d whisper through his own giggles, batting his hand at him. 

“I hear you. Okay. Yeah. I’ll let them know.” Stan would stop his pacing, now beginning to walk himself back to the center of the living room. Kyle’s giggles slowly faded as he analyzed Stan’s facial expression. He looked…upset. Shit. Did something genuinely happen? He was only joking about Cartman dying-!

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later. Bye, dude.” 

Stan would wait for the click, shifting his eyes from his phone to the two curious boys sitting in front of him. He looked…sad. The somber expression on his face scaring away the playful atmosphere that had once graced the room. Kyle couldn’t help but hesitate before asking his next question. 

“…What happened?”

Stan would blink at that question, staring at his phone again before slowly sliding it into his pocket. “Kyle…it’s Cartman…” Stan would start, his tone heavy and serious. Oh god. Kyle would begin mentally preparing himself. He prayed to God that Stan wouldn’t start crying. He couldn’t handle Stan crying. But, after a split second, it was apparent he wouldn’t have to worry about that at all.

“Cartman’s gone for two weeks!” 

The mood in the room completely changed. Stan’s face completely changed. The frown on his face turned itself around real quick, now replaced with one of the most vibrant smiles Kyle had ever seen. Dramatic asshole. That was his first thought. After he had comprehended what Stan said though, he had a completely different thought. 

“You’re shitting me!”

“I’m not! I’m not shitting you!” 

“You’re not shitting him?”

“No! No, I’m not! Cartman’s-“

“Dude!”

“-going to Nebraska-“ 

“No way!” 

“-to see his family! For two weeks!” 

“Thank you, GOD!” Kyle would cheer, jumping up from the floor. “Dude we gotta- we gotta do something!” Kyle could hardly contain himself as he celebrated. Deep down, he wanted to burst out into song. ‘The Witch Is Dead’ sounded like a pretty good option at the moment. And he wasn’t the only one pumped up either! Kenny was bouncing on his toes with excitement! They had prayed for this day for so long- and it was finally happening! 

“We need to celebrate!” Stan would exclaim. “Uh- shit! What should we do? It has to be something special.” He’d begin pacing around the room again, only this time; he was joined by Kyle and Kenny. 

“We should go get food!” Kyle would suggest. 

“Yeah! Let’s get food!” Kenny would second. Sure, you couldn’t see the smile on his face because of his parka; but you could pretty much hear it! 

“Okay! Food!” Stan would agree. Perfect! This was going great! “It’s settled then! We’re getting food!” He’d announce, the real question settling in as the words left his mouth. “…Uh. Where are we going to get food?” Oh. Yeah. They hadn’t really thought about that. Huh. The three boys would exchange looks, waiting for one of the other two to offer up an idea. 

“Bennigan’s!” Kyle would confidently propose, an accomplished smile on his face. “We never go to Bennigan’s! Let’s do something new and go to Bennigan’s!” 

Stan’s jaw would drop, nodding his head. “Dude! You’re a GENIUS! Hell yeah, let’s go to Bennigan’s!” With that settled Stan would rush over to the door, Kyle following closely behind. The two were so eager, they wouldn’t even notice how Kenny wasn’t following after them. 

“I can post it on TikTok- so he knows how much fun we’re having without him!” Kyle would smirk. He had always dreamed of this moment. He could only imagine how red his stupid, smug face would get after seeing how not-in-shambles they were without him there. 

“Dude. Perfect! This is gonna be sick!” Stan couldn't help but smile as he opened the front door. He’d turn, now noticing how Kenny was still in the same place that he was ten seconds prior. Maybe he hadn’t heard them the first time? “C’mon, Kenny! We’re going to Bennigan’s!” He’d call, beginning to make his way out the door.

“You guys go without me- have fun!”

Well- that wasn't what they expected. Stan would walk back into the house, Kyle following. He’d close and lock the door, a frown forming on his face as he walked toward Kenny. “But...you have to come! It won't be a celebration without you!” He’d insist. 

“Yeah! ...Do you not like Bennigan’s?” Kyle would ask, trying to offer up solutions. “We can go someplace else if you don't wanna go to Bennigan’s!” 

“No…Bennigan’s isn’t the problem.” Kenny loved the sound of going to Bennigan’s. Sitting and eating with his friends sounded like so much fun. But…he didn’t think he could afford that right now. It sucked that he had to turn the offer down, but it was much better than the alternative-

“Kenny…you know we could pay for-“

“No.” Kenny would deny Kyle’s offer before he even got the full thing out. It wouldn’t be the first time this exact scenario had played out; and every single time Kenny agreed to let them pay for him, he’d get home and have to deal with the guilt of it all. He didn’t wanna deal with that today! 

“Dude, it’s really not a big deal. Kyle and I can split-“

“I don’t want you to pay for me.” Throwing himself down onto Stan’s couch, he’d cross his arms. He wasn’t going to budge on his one. “Just go. Have fun!” Grabbing the drawstrings on his parka, he’d pull it shut, signaling that he was done talking. Conversation over. 

“But, Kenny…Kenny, we really want you to-!” Kyle would start to say, only to get cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder. He’d turn to Stan to give him another look; just to be met with a completely different look staring right back at him. 

They’d stare at each other for a few minutes, not a word leaving their lips before Kyle finally broke the silence. “…Gotcha’.”

“Kenny…” Stan would start, glancing at Kyle every now and then to make sure he was getting into position. “We really want you to come.” He’d say, sitting down on Kenny’s left. He’d wait for Kyle to sit down on his right before continuing. 

“Surely, there must be some way we could-“ Snaking his hand around, he’d loop his hands under both of Kenny’s arms, turning him counterclockwise. “Twist your arm on this?” With that line dropped, he’d give Kyle a wink. His silent way of saying “He’s all yours.” 

Kenny would let out a surprised yelp at being grabbed, taking a second to truly comprehend the predicament he was in. He’d try to open his mouth to bargain, or beg, or something that could save him- but Kyle wasted no time. All he managed to get out was a startled, “Wait- please don’t!” before Kyle began digging his finger into his sides. A squeal would be ripped from his throat as he immediately began to thrash from side to side.

“Guhuhuys! Stohohop ihihit!!” He’d giggle, a bit embarrassed by how easily it was to make him laugh. He’d thrash around in Stan’s hold, kicking his legs in an attempt to break free.

“Don’t kick me, Kenny! I’ll make it, like, ten times worse!” Kyle would teasingly threaten, squeezing both of his sides one at a time. Like a little pattern! “You know, I’ll stop tickling you if you come to Bennigan’s with us!” 

“Mm-mhmhmhmhm!!! I dohohon’t wahahanna!!” Kenny would frantically shake his head, throwing himself to and fro as he laughed. He’d clench his hands into fists, yanking himself forward. But it seemed whenever Kenny thought he got the tiniest bit of leverage- Stan would just tighten his grip. 

“Kenny, c’mon! Kyle’s being so nice to you right now!” Stan would remark, speaking from experience. Actually, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. Why couldn’t he go that easy on him? “Don’t you want to quit while you’re ahead? He’s being super merciful.”

“Stan. Don’t backseat drive, dude. If you think you could do better, we could just switch-“ Kyle would scoff, although it was easy to tell he wasn't as offended as his words made him sound. “If you don't trust my tickling abilities, that’s fine-” He’d grumble, sneaking his fingers under Kenny’s parka. He’d walk his fingers up and down his sides, making Kenny squeak from the sudden switch-up.

“No! No no- I get what you're doing- building suspense! I'm down for it, 100%. I'm just... bargaining with him! Tactics. You know?” Stan would quickly change his tune, nodding in agreement.

“Chrihihist!! Thihis ihis sohoho duhuhumb!!” Kenny would whine through his giggles, throwing his head back in annoyance. “I sahaid I dohon’t wahahanna gohoho! Stohohop ihit alreheheady!”

“But you do wanna go Kenny, that’s the problem!” Kyle would insist. “We know you wanna come- make things easier for yourself! We don’t mind paying, just swallow your pride and have lunch with us!”

“Nohohoho!!!” Kenny would squeal as Kyle started poking at his ribs. He’d jerk even harder, still being trapped between the couch and his two friends. “I dohohon’t wahahanna gohoho anywhehere wihihith yohohou dihihickheheads!”

“Dickheads?!”

“Dickheads?”

Kyle would gasp in feigned horror and offense, halting the tickling momentarily; whereas Stan would just blink in confusion. “Where did you get dickheads from? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call us dickheads before-“

“Dickheads! He called us dickheads, Stan!” Kyle would shout, a stunned expression on his face. “We can’t let him get away with that, right? He called us dickheads!” Kyle would repeat yet again, just in case the word went totally unnoticed. “Say sorry, Kenny! Say you didn’t mean to call us dickheads!”

Kenny would visibly weigh out his options as his sat there, Stan’s arms still holding his tight while Kyle’s hands laid flat on his ribs. Sure, the logical choice would be to just concede and chalk it up to a slip of the tongue. But…Kenny just wasn’t in the mood for that. “…No!” He’d confidently exclaim after a couple of beats. “You guys are dickheads and I don’t wanna go to Bennigan’s!”

“No? Fine! Suit yourself, dude. Stan, can you focus up there?” Kyle would ask, removing his fingers from Kenny’s parka. He’d crack both his knuckles, watching as Stan grabbed both of Kenny’s wrists with his left hand before beginning to hold them above his head. “You wanna be an asshole? Fine then, be an asshole!”

Kenny would giggle in anticipation, pulling at his arms, hoping for some miracle surge of strength that would let him pull his arms down. But it seemed like his luck really wasn’t there today, since no miracle surge would ever appear. He’d squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself as he got ready for the countdown. They would have to do a countdown, right?

Wrong. Kenny was very wrong. Stan and Kyle would have some prolonged eye contact for a little bit, communicating when to start. About five seconds after Kenny closed his eyes was what they settled on. Kyle would give Stan a moment to go first, nodding his head as Stan abruptly began scribbling his fingers into Kenny’s armpits.

“WAHAhahait! Stahahan!” Kenny would jump from the sudden attack, a peel of laughter pouring out. “Hehehey, nohoho fahahair! It’s two agahahaisnt ohoneEE-“ Kenny would start to complain, not really expecting Kyle to actually go for the kill. Sure, he said he would…maybe he should’ve known better than to doubt him. But doubt him he did, so he was nowhere near prepared when Kyle dove into his hips.

“SHIHIHIHIT!” Kenny would jolt, letting out a noise that could only be described as the scream of a man who was being brutally murdered. And, for this situation? Pretty valid. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” He’d cackle, practically screaming with laughter at this point. Very fitting. He’d flail his legs, trying his hardest to get one good kick in- just for a little bit of leeway. Even if it meant he had to roll off the couch, he’d take anything at this point.

“Aw, damn it…” Stan would let out a very fake sigh of disappointment, tsking as he shook his head. “I’m sorry to do this to ya’, Kenny…but I can’t understand you. Like. At all.” He’d say, pouting his lips. Just for the dramatics of it all! “I’m normally fluent in Kenny! I don’t know what happened…” He’d sigh yet again, going agonizingly slow with his portion of the tickling. “…Kyle? Do you know what he said? It’s really bumming me out…”

“Oh, Yeah! Don’t worry dude, I got you!” Kyle would nod with a bright smile, immediately going along with Stan’s little bit. “He said “Please keep tickling me Stan and Kyle! I love being tickled allll over! It’s just soooo much fun! That’s the real reason why I’m being such a dick to you guys! I just loveee being tickled!” Thank you for being so honest with us, Kenny! You should’ve just asked sooner!”

“Ohhhh, I gotcha!” Stan would nod, speeding up his fingers. “Yeah, you should’ve just said so sooner, Kenny! We could keep doing this all day! Oh- actually- that just gave me an idea! Let’s do this instead! We don’t need Bennigan’s, let’s just tickle Kenny alll day long!” Jesus fucking Christ on a bike, Kenny felt like he was going to turn into a fucking tomato. With how red he was, there wouldn’t be that much of a difference. Kenny wanted to keep on a brave face, just let them have their fun until the eventually got tuckered out. But upon hearing Stan’s new “brilliant” idea, Kenny couldn’t help but worry that they actually would put that plan into motion. He couldn’t handle that. Actually, he couldn’t really handle this.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! I’LL GOHOHOHO!!”

“And?”

“I’M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOR CAHAHALLING YOHOU GUHUYS DIHIHICKHEHEADS!! I’M SOHOHO SOHOHORRY!”

Kenny would wave his verbal white flag of surrender in the air, and it would only take milliseconds for both Stan and Kyle to stop tickling, remove their hands, and let him go. He could’ve sworn he saw the two fist-bump as they did, but he was so out of breath, maybe he hallucinated it? He probably didn’t, but he wouldn’t point it out. Just in case.

“Great! Don’t bring your wallet, ‘whole thing is on us!” Stan would casually say, making his way to the door yet again. Kenny wasn’t able to fight the look of utter confusion on his face. The two acted like nothing had just happened, like they didn’t almost kill him a few seconds ago. How the hell-?

“We’re really happy you’re coming, Kenny..” Kyle would say, staying behind for a bit as Stan walked out the door. “You can catch your breath- but don’t take too long! Stan and I are gonna wait for you outside, and we’re not going without you!” And just like that, they were gone. Like nothing had happened. Kenny would be left on the couch; feeling breathless, confused, and kind of…grateful?

They really wanted him to go that bad? He thought he was just being a burden, but they went through all that trouble convincing him- just so he would come? That meant something, didn’t it? Maybe they had a weird way of showing it; but that meant they cared, didn’t it? It had to, right? Words couldn’t really describe how he felt at the moment. In fact, only two words would be able to leave him mouth; let alone come to mind at all.

“‘Fucking dickheads…”

[justaperson55967]

Alright so here's a south park fic cause idk it's 11:27 my hands hurt So... Enjoy the fic

Warning this fic includes tickling and swearing

Lee Kenny Ler Stan

The blond kid darted across the school yard with his parka hood falling off, it was recess after some hours of school "I'm so fucked..." Kenny thought to himself. So back when it was lunch time Kenny accidentally said something he would regret in a few minutes. So back to Kenny, Kenny found a hiding spot behind a tree. The blond thought he was in the clear until Stan came up behind him "What a great hiding spot, he'll never find us here" he said sarcastically.

Then Kenny knew he fucked up "WAIT WAIT STAN I DIDNT MEAN TO CALL KYLE A BITCH-", Suddenly Kenny felt fingers spidering up his sides and the poor blond didn't have time to react and just burst into giggles "nahahahao stahahan" the blond laughed "should've thought about what you said" Stan then tickled Kenny's stomach '"WAIHIHIT NAHAHAT THEHERE" suddenly they heard the bell "saved by the bell" Kenny thought to himself.

(this was rushed and I kinda lost motivation halfway through and this took an hour to type so uh bye)

[dannystheone]

The Guys Play ‘Interronation’ (Main Four South Park Tickle Fic)

Hey guys omg I know I haven’t been active but my current hyperfixation is South Park and I’m in LOVE I haven’t been this sucked into a fandom since like Rick and Morty I think LOL 

So in this fic the boys are their kid selves, but there’s the usual swearing you can expect, but nothing sexual, no shipping or anything (not that I have a problem with shipping! It just doesn’t show up in this fic :)) 

I HOPE YOU ENJOY AAA I LOVE THEM

WARNINGS: KIDS SWEARING!! and one anti-semitic comment lol 

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 “HAH! You picked it up again, Kenny! Go directly to jail.” 

 “Whmph themph! Womph themph fumph...” Kenny muffled as he angrily moved his shoe piece to jail. 

 “Dang Kenny, better luck next time. Alright, my turn.” Stan picked up his dice as Kyle’s bedroom door burst open. 

 “YOU GUYS!! YOU GUYS, SERIOUSLY!! I JUST SAW ‘THEE’ COOLEST THING EVER ON TV!” Cartman rumbled through the Monopoly game in progress, scattering the cards and game pieces all over the board. 

 “Aw Cartman, you fucking idiot! That was a good game!” Kyle exclaimed. Kenny giggled behind his hoodie at Kyle’s anger. 

 “Are you kidding Kyle?! This is way BETTER than any Monopoly game you’ll ever play.” Cartman stood before the guys as they still sat around the discarded game. 

 “Well what is it Cartman? Was it a new Terrance and Philip episode?” Stan asked, genuinely curious. Cartman shook his hand to clear their questions. 

 “No no no, listen! I was scrolling through the TV and I found the history channel. They did this thing to people back in the day called ‘interronation’ and the people tell you any information you wanna know!” Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief. 

 “You ruined a perfectly good Monopoly game for that?” Cartman rolled his eyes at Kyle’s question and splayed his hands in explanation. 

“I’m saying we can do it to each other and it’ll be totally cool and rad! Here, clear the board game and shut the door.” The guys knew better than to try and convince Cartman otherwise of whatever is going on through his head. Stan cleaned up the board game by shoving all of it under Kyle’s bed, and Kyle stood up to close his bedroom door. 

 “Alright, Kenny, you’re gonna be the guy being ‘interronated’. You’re gonna lay down on your back and we’re gonna sit on you.” Cartman explained. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

 “Whmmph? No waymph!” Cartman sighed and directed Kenny to the center of Kyle’s bedroom floor. 

 “It’ll be fine Kenny, don’t be a pussy. You’re gonna lay on your back and we’re gonna sit on you, and I’m gonna give you a password. All you have to do is not say the password no matter what we do to you.” Kenny looked around to Stan and Kyle. They now looked as curious as Cartman did.

 Kenny let out a grunt as he obeyed and laid on the floor, his orange jacket shuffling against the carpet. Kenny spread his arms; Stan sitting on his right arm and Kyle sitting on his left arm. Cartman leaned in and whispered a password to Kenny that Stan and Kyle couldn’t hear before taking his seat on Kenny’s legs. Kenny winced at his weight. 

 “Take it easy fatass, before you break Kenny’s legs.” Stan remarked. 

 “AYE! Shut up! Alright, now all we have to do is ‘interronate’ Kenny and get him to say the password.” Kenny looked a little worried. He tried pulling on his arms and legs, but he could barely move. 

 “Cartman, this is a little gay.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the fact that three guys were sitting on one dude. 

 “It’s not gay it’s gonna be fucking awesome! Okay, 3, 2, 1, GO!” Still unclear about what they were supposed to do, Kyle and Stan watched Cartman launch into squeezing Kenny’s sides over his orange jacket. 

 Kenny let a surprised muffle of sound before squeezing his eyes and squirming on the floor. “Mmpph!! Mmmhmhm!” Stan followed suit by silently scritching in Kenny’s armpit, which made Kenny buck underneath the three of them. 

 Kyle watched in disbelief. 

 “Cartman! You didn’t say this would involve any tickling!” Kyle grew flustered at the sight. Kenny giggled and pulled underneath his friends, but he couldn’t get any register. 

 “What’s the big deal Kyle, it’s just ‘interronation’! We have to get the password by ‘interronating’ Kenny like we’re spies!” Cartman explained while grabbing Kenny’s sides. He wasn’t a very good tickler, he just knew how to grab and pinch. Stan had a bit more method though, with Shelly being his sister. 

 Stan looked up at Kyle while spidering his hands over Kenny’s armpit and ribs. It seemed to be a good spot. 

 “Yeah Kyle what’s up? Do you have a problem with tickling or something?” Kenny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned to Kyle’s side to try and get away from Stan. 

 “Nohmhmhmhm! Sthmhmhmph!” Kenny’s muffled laugh rang in Kyle’s ears.

 “N-No, there’s no problem. I just wasn’t expecting ‘interronation’ to be so childish, that’s all.” Kyle started scratching in Kenny’s right armpit and kneading in his ribs. Kenny squealed underneath his hoodie while Cartman gaped at Kyle. 

 “How is this childish Kyle?! It’s fucking awesome! Look he’s about to break at any second! We just need to find the right spot-” Cartman started poking and prodding all over Kenny, making Kenny flop around like he was getting electrocuted. 

 “Tell us what you know, criminal!” Cartman yelled out, and settled at Kenny’s hips, prodding quickly and tazing into the bare divets. Kenny wanted to crawl into himself as he bucked his waist, his threadbare Converse drug against the carpet. 

 “Okahmhmph! Imph Terramph Amph Phillimph!” Kenny called out the password. Cartman cheered as the boys stopped tickling Kenny.

 “Yeeeah, we did it! Wasn’t that cool you guys? We made him say the password!” The boys got off of Kenny; Kenny’s blonde hair matted over his forehead. 

 Stan pat Kenny on the back. “Yeah I guess. How do you feel Kenny?” Kenny caught his breath, a small blush dusted over his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders. 

 “Eh, imph bettem than dyingm.” The boys laughed at Kenny’s joke, glad there were no hard feelings. 

 “Alright, who wants to go next?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman this is stupid. And it makes us look like fags. Is there anything else we can do?” Kyle remarked while folding his arms.

“Goddammit, it’s not fucking gay Kyle!” Stan looked around at the other guys before raising his hand in a nonchalant way. 

 “I can go. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ticklish, so it’ll be harder to get the answer out of me.” 

 “Oho, we’ll see about that, Stan. Kenny, you sit on Stan’s right arm cause he sat on yours.” Cartman directed. Kenny let out a muffled ‘okay’ and did as he was told. 

 “Here’s the password Stan-” Kyle held a hand up to Cartman’s chest and looked to Stan. 

 “Wait, I have an idea. We can use interronation to get information out of people right?” Cartman nodded, not quite following what Kyle’s logic was here. Stan was now a little uncomfortable as he felt the weight of each boy settling on his arms and legs, securing him in place. 

 Kyle turned to look down at Stan, his face as blank as stone. 

 “Stan, what happened to my Red Mega Man that went missing right after you visited my house last time? And it just so happens that the Red Mega Man is the only one missing in your collection?” Stan’s eyes went wide as he started struggling underneath his friends. 

 “I- I don’t know Kyle. You said you lost it, remember? We- We tried looking for it everywhere but we couldn’t find it!” Stan became increasingly more nervous as it seemed he wasn’t convincing Kyle. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed as he started kneading into Stan’s tummy. Stan jumped and started laughing immediately. 

 “That’s the answer we came up with, but I’m not convinced! I think you stole it!” Kyle accused, with Stan giggling in the background. Stan’s laughter filled up the room, unlike Kenny’s muffled laughter. 

 “Aw dude sweet, this is just like how it was in the TV show! Kenny, start ‘interronating’ the suspect.” Cartman started looking for tickle spots on Stan, while Kenny prodded along Stan’s ribs. 

 “Kyhyhyle I didn’t steheal it! I swear! You sahahaid you lost it!” Stan’s giggles petered out as he was prodded with the hands of all his friends. 

 “I don’t believe you Stan! I had my Red Mega Man right before you came over to my house, and as soon as you left, I can’t find it anywhere!” Kyle removed his green gloves and started to wriggle his fingers in Stan’s open armpit. Stan snorted and squeezed his eyes shut in laughter. 

 “Hmm, after calling me a piggy after all these years, seems like you were the little piggy Stan~ Kyle, make him snort again.” Cartman commanded. 

 “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up fahahatass!!” Stan retaliated, yet snorted again against his will. Cartman started arguing at a laughing Stan about how he wasn’t fat while Kyle angrily tickled his best friend. Kenny accidentally found one of Stan’s most ticklish spots while dotting around Stan’s upper body with his fingers. Kenny’s fingers brushed past his connecting rib between his armpit and his ribcage. Kenny dug in and surprised himself with the reaction. 

 “GAH! Kennehehey! Gehehet ohohout of thehere!” Stan’s fists balled up as he retreated from Kenny’s side of the carpet. 

 “Kenny what spot is that? I wanna see if I can get him on this side too.” Kyle asked, Cartman poking along Stan’s waist and getting dangerously close to another spot. 

 “Imph thm highemph ribmph im himph rimbcamph.” Kenny answered underneath his jacket. Kyle grew a sinister smile as he cracked his knuckles. 

 “Kyhyhyle dohohon’t dohoho it! I didn’t steheheal the Mehehega Mahahan!” Stan’s eyes were squeezed tightly in his laughter. Cartman turned to Kyle and nodded his head. 

 “Do it Kyle. The bastard totally stole your Red Mega Man. Your Red Mega Man is living in the same house as the kid who jacked off his dog and didn’t wash his hands after.” Cartman added more fuel to the fire as Kyle dug in to the same spot Kenny did. Stan spazzed on the floor as both bad spots of his were getting targeted. 

 “KYHYHYLE!! Stohohop plehehease!! Okahahay okay okay!! I stohohole it! I stohole yohour Mehehega Mahahan! I’m- I’m sorr-EHEHE!!” Cartman found another one of Stan’s ticklish spots during his confession. He squished Stan’s upper thighs, making him pull and buck as hard as he could muster. 

 “Hmm, alright that’s enough. He said he stole it.” Kyle waved the guys hands off Stan as he caught his breath, and curled up in a ball on the floor. 

 “You fucking bastard Stan, you knew I was looking for it and you pretended to help me? But you knew you had it the whole time?” Stan was suffering from residual giggles as he could feel his friends fingers brushing past his skin. 

 “I- hehe- I’m sorrehee- You left it right out in the open so I thought you didn’t care about it that much-” 

 “If I was looking for it for over an hour then OF COURSE I care about it, dickstain! If I don’t have it back by tomorrow, I’m gonna kick your ass!” Kyle absent-mindedly switched places with Stan, as he now took the middle position of the group. 

 “Oh thank you Kyle, for volunteering yourself to be the next person to be ‘interronated’.” Cartman expressed as he took his seat on Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s eyes flew open as he was late to find out what was happening. 

 “Woah woah woah! I-I didn’t volunteer myself! I don’t wanna be ‘interronated!’” Kyle pulled on his legs as Kenny and Stan pulled his arms apart to sit on his elbows. 

 “What’s wrong Kyle? Nervous after how you treated me, huh? You know I actually have a question of my own.” Stan loomed up over Kyle, Kyle now wearing a nervous face. 

 “Wamph! I hamve a quemphon!” Kenny raised his hand excitedly. Stan gave him a sideways glance. 

 “Kenny save your question for Cartman’s turn. Kyle, did you ever have a crush on Wendy Testaburger? I knew you said you didn’t try to impress her when we had to take care of our eggs, but I’m not convinced.” There was a drawl to Stan’s voice, as if he knew he was using Kyle’s words against him. Kyle sagged against the floor at the impossible question. He could say no to this question all he wanted, but it would never convince Stan unless he gave him the answer he was looking for. 

 “Of course not Stan, I never had a crush on Wendy. I don’t even like her!” Kyle pleaded in his voice, but Stan wasn’t having it. Kyle’s heart started to beat. The boys would soon find out that Kyle was the most ticklish one in the group really fucking quick. He’d have to hold out as much as possible. 

 “Uh oh Stan, looks like he’s lying. You know what we do to liars around these parts, don’t you Kyle?” Cartman, always the instigator, butted in. All three boys stared down at Kyle. He swallowed nervously. 

 “W-Wait a second! Give me another question, that isn’t even fair! Stan you know I never had a crush on Wendy and I never will!” Kyle pulled on his arms as Stan’s hands started to slip under Kyle’s jacket. 

 “Damn, trying to steal Stan’s woman Kyle? That’s totally not cool. Stan, you should show him what happens when you cross a Marsh.” Cartman butted in once more. 

 “Cartman shut the fuck- uhuhuhup! Stahahan stohohop!” Kyle shook with laughter as Stan gripped his fingers all over Kyle’s freckled tummy. Cartman and Kenny followed suit and started tickling the usual spots, but on Kyle the reactions seemed to be doubled. 

 “Stohohohop!! I’m- I’m seheheherious!” Kyle’s eyes narrowed in his high pitched laughter. 

 “Ohm, hemph som timplhish!” Kenny remarked brightly. Stan started squeezing around Kyle’s belly button, which Kyle let out a shriek. 

 “Tell me, Kyle! Tell me you had a crush on Wendy!” Stan actually was interrogating Kyle at this point, which filled Cartman with a sadistic glee, to see Stan and Kyle bicker and to see Kyle in such a predicament. 

 “Oh, did you hear that Stan? Kyle totally called you a pussy!” Cartman instigated. 

 “YOU SAID WHAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!!” Stan growled and started kneading into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle let out a cry of half pain and half unabashed laughter. 

 “NOHOHO!! He’s lyhyhyhying! Cahahartman I’m gohohonna fuhuhucking fihihhight yohohohou!!” Kyle let out. Kenny kept his tickling to a minimum. He knew what it was like to die of laughter, and he didn’t want to subject that to Kyle. Cartman and Stan were having fun hearing Kyle in such a state. 

 “Oh oh, did you hear that Stan? I belieeeeve Kyle just said you’re a pussy whipped cuck who has no chance with Wendy, you have a better chance with your sister Shelly!” Cartman was having an incredible time watching Kyle flail and pull on his limbs to escape. Cartman started kneading into Kyle’s waist and thighs while Stan dug into Kyle’s sides. 

 “Shut up Cartman, he didn’t say all that. Come on Kyle, say you had a crush on Wendy already and this can stop.” 

 “Unleph hem limph it.” Kenny interjected. A lightbulb appeared over Stan’s head. 

“Ooooh, that’s it huh? You’re not letting up cause you like it, Kyle? Just admit it! You admit liking getting tickled and you liked Wendy!” Kyle was experiencing too many things to answer. Stan’s hands sped up under his jacket, making Kyle laugh so hard his hat was knocked askew from his head. 

 “I dohohohon’t lihihihike gehehetting tickled!! Ahahand I dohohohon’t lihihihike Wendeheheey! Plehehehease Stahahahan!!” Kyle shook his head back and forth to try and throw the tickles off of him, but that just knocked his hat off his head. His ginger hair was unleashed; his velvety curls splayed all over his carpet. 

 “Oh come on Kyle, if you just admit that you like it, it’ll stop. The fact that you’re nooooot admitting it leads us to believe you like it afterall...” Cartman reasoned with Kyle. 

 “Duhuhuhude nohohoho wahahay! STOP! STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAN!!” Kyle belted out his laughter when Stan fluttered his fingers over his bare ear. Stan scribbled all around it, his fingers getting lost in Kyle’s red curls. Kyle was sent into a spiral of silent laughter. 

 “Ohp, you’re killing him Stan. Welp, that’s one less Jew to worry about, I guess. Heh heh heh.” Cartman snickered while Stan rolled his eyes and lessened up his tickling. 

 “Alrihihihight! Alright stohohop nohohow please! I ahahahadmit it! I lihihihike tihihihickles ahahahand I like Wehehehendy!!” Kyle blurted out. Stan waved everyone’s hands away as soon as Kyle uttered his confessions. Kyle’s heart beat quickly as he lay on the floor breathless. 

 “Aw sweet! I got that on video!” Cartman had a shit-eating grin on his face while he replayed Kyle’s laughter filled confession. “Oh I’m totally turning this into my ringtone.” 

 Kyle turned to Stan while he still laid on the floor. 

 “S-Stahan, I don’t like Wendy, I never did. I only sahaid it, so it would stop-” 

 “I know dude. I just wanted to get you back for how you had me before.” 

 “What?! But you actually stole something from me! It was what you deserved!” 

 “Yeah well-” Stan shrugged. “-Now I know you’re crazy ticklish, so I can tickle you whenever I want.” 

  Kyle sat upright and dove after Stan, Kenny backing up from the fight.  

 “You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Stan and Kyle started rumbling on the carpet, while Cartman got up and broke them apart. 

 “Hey wait a minute! I never got a chance to get ‘interronated’!” 

 Kyle and Stan stared at him blankly. 

 “....Dude, nobody wants to tickle you Cartman.” Kyle remarked.

 “Yeah nobody wants to tickle you, fatass.” Stan agreed. 

  “What the-” Cartman sputtered as he looked to Kenny, and Kenny just shrugged. 

 “Well fine! I didn’t wanna get ‘interronated’ anyway! I would have outlasted all of you guys and I would have been the coolest guy in the room! Well now you don’t get a chance! Screw you guys, I’m goin’ hooome!” Cartman left Kyle’s room with Stan and Kyle still on top of each other. 

 Stan got off of Kyle and turned to Kenny. 

 “Well, that was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” Stan claimed. 

 “....Wanna play Monopoly again?” 

[slimeylee]

guys imagine ... goth kenrietta ... with henri doing kennys makeup .. but kenny giggles and flinches the entire time ( maybe even messes henrietta up sometimes ) bcus his face is ticklis h. ... and henrietta teases him abt how not goth being ticklisj is while smiling the whole time .... 💞💞💞💞