#lee tweek

[elzapato]

(july, 2019) with a meme :D I was obsessed when my old ship went canon

[veryblushyswitch]

Why is every Creek fic I read so fucking good?! 💖

to the moon and to saturn

(craig/tweek)

summary: craig doesn't love much, but he loves deeply.

a/n: um. um. uh.

[this is a sfw tickle fic!!]

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Craig wouldn’t say he loves a lot of things. It sounds pessimistic, but love is a strong word! Sure, there are things he likes—he likes his friends, for example. He’s just…not one to use that word so freely.

He loves Stripe. He’s been a constant in Craig’s life for years, somewhat. It’s not always the same Stripe, but Craig will pretend it is anyway, because he hates letting go of things. He loves Stripe, even when he wakes up at too-fucking-early-o’clock to a variety of sounds coming from the cage, and even though sometimes Stripe bites him when he tries to pet him. He’s always heard love is unconditional, after all. For a long, long time, he thinks Stripe will be the only thing he ever loves—and he’s okay with that. It takes him a while to realise that something has changed.

It’s hard to pinpoint his feelings, because it’s a different kind of love than what he feels towards Stripe. Plus, every description he’s ever heard is absolute bullshit. There are no fireworks going off in his head, no butterflies in his stomach, no heated cheeks or longing stares or stumbling over his words. The feeling just barges its way into his heart and makes itself at home, as if it’s always been there. Hesitantly, Craig begins to welcome it.

He loves Tweek. He loves everything he does, his shaking hands and his wobbly smile. He loves the feeling of Tweek’s skin against his own when their fingers intertwine, how he always smells like coffee and lumber. He loves hearing Tweek’s voice even when he’s rambling about nothing in particular. He loves taking note of everything Tweek does, all his barely noticeable mannerisms. He’s almost certain he knows Tweek better than Tweek knows himself.

There’s a third thing, too—Tweek’s laugh. Which, yes, sure, could be considered part of loving Tweek as a whole, but there’s something so addicting about the sound that Craig considers it an understatement at best to group it with the rest.

Tweek doesn’t laugh very often; Craig can’t say much, because it’s not like he’s any better. It happens so rarely that sometimes Craig finds himself wondering how there’s an entire category in his mind dedicated solely to it—and then he hears it again.

He can remember the first time it happened.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day! Just—gah—tell me what the problem is!” Tweek has a tight grip on his arm, enough to keep him in place but not enough to hurt. It’s almost annoying how much he worries.

Craig stares at the ground, hiding from Tweek as much as he can. “...Nothing.”

Tweek’s grip loosens, but Craig makes no move to leave. “Please?”

Finally, Craig looks up at his boyfriend. After a deep breath, he tentatively starts talking.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

Tweek stares.

And he stares.

And then he laughs.

“Is that it? Y-you got braces? You dumbass, I thought I did something wrong!”

Craig is hardly listening. His eyes are wide, and if he hadn’t spent the whole day forcing his mouth shut as much as possible, he’s sure that would be ajar too.

Tweek’s laugh…

It’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. A choir of angels would pale in comparison.

In that moment, Craig understands why love is so often depicted as an arrow being shot through the heart.

He’s always trying to think of new things that Tweek would find funny, or that would catch him off-guard just enough. The thing is, though, Craig’s never done something like this before, because he’s never in his life been so enamoured with a laugh of all things, and evidently Tweek isn’t easy to amuse. He can’t just ask, either—Craig has always been the type to speak his mind, but the idea of telling Tweek just how excruciatingly in love he is feels…terrifying, to say the least. Besides, what if Tweek thinks it’s weird and never laughs ever again? Craig would rather walk through hell than experience that. 

And then, whatever god may exist finally decides to show him mercy; either that, or his luck is just that good.

Craig is incredibly clingy around Tweek. He loves touching him, even if it’s just the slightest contact. Whenever he gets the chance he’s almost always wrapped around the blond, holding on to him like he’ll die if he doesn’t. Tweek doesn’t initiate contact much, but he doesn’t mind when Craig does it—it even seems to calm his twitching down a bit. 

He’s hugging him from behind while they sit on Craig’s bed, legs wrapped around his waist for extra security. He makes a move to adjust his arms, tightening his grip and pressing his fingers into Tweek’s sides—

“Ack! St-stop it! That tickles!” Tweek jolts away like he’s been shocked, though it doesn’t do much considering how tight a hold Craig has on him.

Craig looks down at his hands. “Oh. Sorry.”

…Wait.

It’s a dangerous idea, considering Tweek could very easily give him a black eye right now, but the opportunity is right there. Slowly, he moves his hands back to where they were as Tweek’s attention is focused on the television.

Tweek yelps as Craig repeats the action, not pulling away this time. “Gah—wait! Stop! Leave me alohohone!” He leans back into his boyfriend, then seems to realise there’s nowhere to go. “Cuhuhut it ohout!”

Craig wouldn’t be mad if this was the only sound he could hear for the rest of his life. He wishes, so, so badly, for Tweek to never stop laughing.

“Ngh, what was that for?” Tweek whines, pulling Craig out of his trance. He realises that his hands have stopped moving. 

Craig rests his chin on Tweek’s shoulder. “I like when you laugh,” he mumbles, embarrassed, and slips his fingers into the gap in Tweek’s poorly buttoned shirt before he can respond.

“Craig!” Tweek kicks his feet against the mattress, twisting side to side. “Lehehet me gohoho! This is s-sohoho unfahair!” He manages to squirm out of Craig’s grasp, and he thinks that’s going to be it, but Tweek just turns and hides his face in Craig’s shoulder, throwing his arms around his neck as he giggles into his shirt. So, slowly, he returns his hands to Tweek’s sides and squeezes, and Tweek squeals and tightens his hold but otherwise doesn’t do much. Craig takes it as an invitation to keep going.

“T-tickles!” he squeaks out, gripping onto the back of Craig’s shirt. “It tihihickles!”

Craig slides under Tweek’s shirt just a little, enough to scratch lightly at the skin on his sides. “Good. That’s what I’m going for.”

Tweek whines, broken apart by laughter. “Fuhuhuck off!”

Craig hums. “Let go of me, then.”

“...Nohoho.”

[veryblushyswitch]

FUCKING SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE HOLY SHIT

Asking For It

alternate title: Craig Tucker’s Foolproof Guide to Getting What You Want

creek is once again consuming my soul so have this my lovelies

word count: 2262

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“ACK! Craig! What is wrong with you?” Tweek shrieked, flinching as Craig appeared from nowhere, his hands suddenly slamming down on Tweek’s shoulders, shaking him playfully.

The air was colder than usual, and despite being bundled up to his eyes in scarves and jackets, the movement was enough to make his face sting. Tweek took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jackrabbit’s heart.

“I don’t know,” Craig responded, “I’m just in a weird mood.”

He smiled and fell into step next to Tweek as they walked to school, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Tweek leaned into him, soaking up Craig’s warmth to offset the winter day.

****

“Craig,” Tweek hissed, “Stop fucking prodding me.”

They were in French, and Tweek was desperately trying to focus on memorizing his past participles when he felt the end of Craig’s pencil press into his side again, making him twitch as a bolt of electricity shot through him. He turned to shoot Craig another glare, answered only by his sly grin. He glared until Craig turned back to the front of the class, folding his hands on his desk innocently.

Tweek grumbled to himself, then went back to work, still on guard for any surprise pokes. Urghh, what’s the past tense of vivre again? Vives? Or is it irregular? This is too much pressure…

****

“Craig!” Tweek called, jogging a little to meet him where he stood in the lunch line. He forced himself to ignore the way people glanced at him, and stopped in front of Craig. He tried to step into line but Craig blocked him.

“Let me cut in, man, I’m hungry.”

Craig grinned. “Hi hungry, I’m Craig.” He said, still blocking Tweek.

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re not funny,” He said, but he was smiling, a little. “C’mon let me in.”

Craig folded his hands behind his head, giving Tweek the smuggest look known to man.

“Make me.” He said, grinning.

Tweek groaned, then glanced down the line to where Jimmy was standing further up. He smiled cheekily at Craig and then turned and walked away.

“Hey, Jimmy! Can I c-cut in next to you?”

“S-s-sure, man.”

****

“Craig!” Tweek cried, sliding on the icy puddle that had formed outside of the school. Craig reached out, latching onto his arm to stop him from falling.

“Watch out honey, it's slippy.”

“I know it’s-GAHH- slippy!” He said, eyeing the ground with suspicion. There was a sheet of ice covering the short path outside of the school, and unlike Craig, his shoes didn’t have a good grip. He eyed the pavement, trying to look for clear spots when his whole world suddenly tipped as he lifted into the air.

He squirmed. “Put me down!” He said, hitting Craig’s back from where he was slung over his shoulder.

“Nope.” Craig smiled, crossing the icy path with ease.

“Craihig,” He giggled, trying to sound annoyed, “Peheople ahare staharing.”

Craig hummed, then put him down on the other side of the path. To anyone else, his face would look neutral, as monotone as his voice, but Tweek could see that shine in his eyes, the twitch of his lips and he knew that in Craig’s way, he was beaming. He felt his insides go soft, then grabbed Craig’s hand for support as they made their way down the street.

****

“Craig, you know you d-don’t have to wait for me.”

Craig was sitting in the stockroom of Tweek Bros Coffee, sprawled over some crates as he scrolled through his phone, clearly bored.

He hummed, scrolling further. “You’ll be done soon though, babe.”

“Yeah but- AH- your house is closer to mine than the s-store, so it would- ACK- be more convenient to wait there- and get off those boxes! They might break!”

Craig shimmied a little from side to side, then arched his back, stretching his arms towards the floor.

“But I’m comfy.” He moaned.

Tweek twitched. Craig had been in an… odd mood today. He leaned over and jabbed Craig’s side, grinning when he flailed and his arms shot up. Craig’s eyes were shining again and he looked almost- excited. Weird.

Before he could follow that line of thought, the doors to the stockroom swung open and his mother poked her head through. 

“Sweetie! Could you clean the tables at the back? Then you and your little friend can go home.” 

She disappeared again and Tweek giggled. “We’ve been together for y-years and you’re still my little friend. Come on buddy, get- ACK- ready to go.”

****

“Craig… are you listening?” 

Craig had been oddly silent on the way back home, not upset but- something else. Now, a light flurry of snowflakes had started and he hadn’t even noticed to put his hood up. 

“Craig!” Tweek grabbed onto his jacket, pulling on it lightly.

“What?” Craig snapped.

Tweek wilted a little at the response, “Are you mad at me?” He said quietly.

“Oh! No babe, I’m not mad at you,” Craig replied, “I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Tweek said, still gripping his sleeve. 

Craig smiled softly, then grabbed Tweek’s hands and pulled him close.

“You.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He let go of Tweek’s hands, which wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Craig wasn’t overly fond of P.D.A. but there was almost no one willing to spend an extra second in the cold ogling some high schoolers kissing in the snow.

****

“Craig…” Tweek said, trying to wriggle away from him. A difficult task, given that Craig had wrapped his arms around Tweek and was softly kissing his neck. It turns out it was very difficult to concentrate on homework when your boyfriend was clinging to you like a koala. 

“Come cuddle,” Craig muttered into his ear, both shy and eager at once. 

“I- GAH- would! But I have so much homework.” He said, trying to spin around to reason with Craig.

Craig sighed, holding him tighter. “But honey, it’s Friday, and your parents will call us down for supper soon, then I won’t get to touch you for hours.” 

“You,” Tweek slid forwards, then stood up and around to the chair to grab Craig’s arms and push him backwards, “Are so,” He pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his waist and leaning down till they were nose-to-nose, “Dramatic.” Tweek kissed the tip of Craig’s nose, then sat back.

“You’ll live.” He said.

Craig groaned, covering his face. At the same time, Tweek’s father shouted upstairs.

“Boys!” He called, “Come down for dinner!”

Craig groaned louder.

****

“Craig,” Tweek said, voice muffled by his shirt which he’d somehow gotten tangled around his head, “What do you want to- AH- watch? I think Good Omens season two is out.” He trailed off, finally yanking off his shirt and looking at Craig, who was staring at his phone.

“Craig? Are you looking it up?” He pulled on his pajama top, an old one of Craig’s that he’d stolen at some point.

More silence.

“Craig?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to get changed,” Craig said quickly, throwing his phone and all but fleeing the room. 

Tweek stared at the door. It wasn’t unusual for Craig to get changed in the bathroom, but the silent treatment was different. Feeling his hands start to tremble, he fisted them into his shirt and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if he’d done something. Pressure started to build on his chest as one of his hands shot up to latch onto his hair, and his breathing sped up. 

He shook his head and took several long hard breaths, then grabbed Craig’s hoodie that he’d left on the bed and shrugged it on, enveloping him in Craig’s calming scent. He lay back on the bed and took more deep breaths. Thank God he’d started seeing a therapist, and started a new medication that let him rationalize that it was more than likely an issue with Craig, rather than one of his own, and that Craig would tell him when he was ready. 

He set up the bed and the T.V., and not long after Craig shuffled in. Craig made a beeline for the bed, pulling back the blankets and flopping on top of Tweek, resting his head on his chest.

They lay like that for a few minutes, Tweek playing with Craig’s hair and watching the T.V.’s idle screen while Craig fiddled with the hem of Tweek’s shirt.

After a period of silence, Craig finally spoke.

“I… need to ask you something.”

Tweek hummed, tilting his head, “What’s that, baby?”

Craig’s ears burned as he buried his face in Tweek’s chest.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

Tweek’s eyebrows shot up. Craig? Embarrassed?

“Is it a sex thing?” He asked, half teasing.

Craig’s face shot up, fully red. “No!” He said.

Tweek giggled a little, “I was just teas-”

“No, I need you to understand, it isn’t a sex thing. At all. Just… something I like. And that I want. And I’m usually okay with just thinking about it but I really, really want it and I figured I could just get you to do it but nothing I tried worked and…” He trailed off.

Tweek’s mind was reeling. What the hell was he talking about?

“It…” Craig sighed and shuffled upwards so he could hide his face in Tweek’s neck.

“I want you to…”

“Tickle me.”

Tweek blinked.

“What?” He said, a little bewildered. The wrong thing to say, as Craig shot up and covered his face with his arm.

“Forget it!” He said, embarrassment coming off him in waves.

“Wait! Craig,” He sat up too, lightly pulling Craig’s arm away from his face.

He was fully red, darker than Tweek had ever seen, and was dramatically avoiding eye contact.

“You want me to… tickle you?”

He nodded. 

“Okay!” Tweek said. Craig’s eyes shot up, studying him.

“Seriously?” He said suspiciously.

“Yep,” Tweek lay back, patting his chest, “Come here.”

Slowly, Craig settled back down, half happed in blankets and his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck.

“Do you want me t-to be gentle or-”

“Just do it,” Craig muttered.

Tweek laughed, “Okay.”

He softly trailed his fingers up Craig’s sides while he thought about the other times they’d tickled each other. Craig did always seem very down for Tweek getting revenge and, looking back, gave up much quicker than normal. Maybe. Tweek wasn’t exactly an expert on normal, and if he was honest he sort of liked tickling too, it was fun to be close to Craig, and let him turn his brain off for a while. 

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Craig’s soft huff of laughter and realized his fingers had crawled higher, onto Craig’s ribs. He dug in a little, relishing in the full-body twitch and bubble of giggles that worked their way out of Craig’s throat.

“Twehehek…” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm, cahan you do a lihitle more?”

Tweek’s heart squeezed. He had never heard Craig sound so cute. Wordlessly, he gently flipped them over so he was half lying on Craig and scratched his ribs.

Craig tipped his head back in laughter, his legs kicking fruitlessly beneath the blankets.

“Twehehehek!” He cried, gripping the comforter. As his hands crawled higher, Craig’s laughter grew more frantic, but not louder. Tweek glanced up and was momentarily distracted by the sheer love he felt for the other boy. 

Craig’s head was turned to the side, half buried in the pillows. His face was flushed, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open (unusual, as Craig was as insecure of his braces as he was of his teeth before.).

And his laugh. Slightly monotone, like his voice, but so carefree and happy. Tweek felt his insides squirm at how beautiful Craig was in that moment.

Then, his hands burrowed into his underarms and Craig shot up nearly head-butting Tweek as he cackled.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” He laughed, shaking his head and gripping Tweek’s forearms and pushing them down. “ACK- sorry! Where do you want m-me to go?”

“Hehehe, uh,” Craig leaned back down, covering his face, “My stomach?” He said quietly. 

Tweek’s hands shot down, but Craig grabbed them before they could make contact.

“Gently.” He said, looking away.

“Aw, okay,” Tweek said, pushing up his shirt.

“Wh- uh, okay,” Craig said, watching Tweek’s hands with rapt attention. Tweek gently skimmed the light brown skin, grinning when it twitched beneath his fingers.

He drew soft shapes on Craig’s stomach, hearts and stars, and smiled at Craig.

“You’re s-so cute,” He said.

Craig groaned into his hands, “Shuhuhut uhuhup,” He giggled.

“Hmm?” Tweek asked, “Did you tell me to shut up?” He twitched his fingers, softly scratching his nails. 

Craig’s back arched, “Nohoho I dihihidn’t.”

“If you say-say so, man.” 

Tweek continued to softly tickle Craig’s stomach, drumming his fingers over Craig’s hips and spidering around his belly button. By the time Craig had had enough, he had a wide, dopey smile stretched over his face and sleepy eyes. 

Tweek rolled off of him, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and flipped through the T.V. to find something to watch while Craig drifted off in his arms. 

Thinking back to Craig’s behavior throughout the day, from scaring him in the morning, (playfully) annoying him throughout the day, and being weird on the way home, he realized Craig had been asking for it all day. He huffed and leaned down, kissing his forehead. Craig mumbled sleepily and Tweek smiled. He knew now. 

Eventually, he settled on a film and relaxed back into the pillows. It was a good day.

****

[dannystheone]

omg I cant believe I inspired this for you this is amazing! you write their dialogue so well, tweeks tics and little bursts are perfect!

also Craig being nervous about getting tickles in his monotone voice hehehe

and tweek being tickly over a little paintbrush aaaa it’s so cute

Wild Lines

got inspired by dannys comment on some art i did so uh here

(tiny disclaimer: also there are some slighty suggestive implications here BUT i didn’t mean for them to be sexual at all! i imagine the boys are 13/14 here so its just teenagers being teenagers but if that makes u uncomfortable pls feel free to skip)

word count: 1264

pairing: Ler!Craig/Lee!Tweek

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“-and I just- ERK- feel bad for him? Like if I had to g-guard the stick and I LOST it? I would- GEUHH- probably die!” 

Tweek and Craig stood in the latter’s bedroom. It was a pale morning, the sun was weakly streaming through Craig’s space-patterned curtains as he stifled a yawn, adjusting his cape. Tweek had slept at his the night before, and they were now getting ready to join the rest of their friends in playing the Stick of Truth. Tweek twitched, worrying over the day before where Clyde had let the stick be taken by the Elves, and was thus banished by the Wizard Cartman from time and space. His lack of a morning coffee was only exacerbating these nerves.

“Yeah, but there's nothing you can do, honey,” Craig responded, neither noticing the nickname as he half-heartedly searched for his hat. 

“Still feel bad,” Tweek muttered. “ARG!! I can’t do this stu-stupid paint!” 

Tweek had been attempting to draw the Barbarian markings on his arms for almost 10 minutes now, but each time his hands had shaken so violently he’d ended up with wildly spiky lines and a dozen ruined attempts. 

“How did I do this yesterday...” He said, gripping his hair in frustration. Craig found his hat next to Tweek, securing it to his head, and hummed in response.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He said, not registering his own words until Tweek’s eyes snapped up to his, paintbrush still hovering over his arm. 

“Would you?!” Tweek replied, rocking forward to peer at Craig, who felt his face heat up a little at how close they were. He wasn’t sure where they stood, relationship-wise. They were ‘pretending’ to be together for the good of South Park, but lately, they’d been getting a little closer behind closed doors. Craig had given up limiting his pet names to the public only, and they’d just became like nicknames to the boys. Still, Craig would feel butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever Tweek got a little too close to be strictly platonic.

“Uh,” He said, trying to act like he hadn’t lost his train of thought, “Sure?” 

Tweek handed Craig the paintbrush and held out his arm. Gently holding his wrist (and ignoring how his insides squirmed at the touch), Craig swirled the brush around the pot of dark paint on the dresser and slid it over the jagged edges of Tweek’s attempt, smoothing them out. 

It was almost therapeutic. After he got over the initial wave of embarrassment at their proximity, drawing the markings became incredibly relaxing. That was until he reached Tweek’s torso. He started on his ribs, remembering how the stripe had cut across them yesterday, and drew a smooth line up. Or he would have, had Tweek not gasped and stumbled backward, cutting him off.

“Tweek?” He said, concerned.

“GAH- I-I’m okay! You just- EURGH- startled me! That’s all.” He squeaked suspiciously.

“Sure…” Craig muttered, placing the brush back on his chest and noting the full-body shiver that ran through him.

He tried to paint the line, but Tweek’s twitching made him grind his teeth in frustration as he started messing up the lines too. Tweek had been fine when it was his arm, why was he so nervous about his chest? 

Maybe it’s me, Craig thought. Maybe I’m making him uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know how to tell me? He sighed and started filling in the wider section at Tweek’s side, hoping that he wasn’t making him feel too awkward when Tweek suddenly gripped Craig’s cape tightly and made a strained noise. He looked up and panicked when he saw that Tweek’s face was bright red and screwed up. 

“...Tweek?” He said, again. 

“I’m fine!” Tweek shouted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Just keep g-gOING!”

If I’m making you that uncomfortable-, he thought before shaking his head and resolving to finish quicker. He started again with the short light strokes on Tweek’s side, then unbeknownst to him, the dam broke.

“Craig!” Tweek squealed, “It- ACK- tihihicklehes!” He shook his head as the giggles finally spilled out of him.

Craig stopped dead. Tickles? This whole time I’ve been thinking I’m making him uncomfortable and that he hates how close I am and he was too stressed to say anything- and I was just tickling him? He balked at Tweek, who covered his face in embarrassment. 

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” He deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Tweek said, still covering his face. 

Craig hummed, then eyed the vulnerable position Tweek was putting himself in. He wasn’t exactly mad at Tweek, but the idea of revenge did sound nice. He set the paintbrush down on the dresser, then lifted his hands, hovering them above Tweek’s sides before diving in. 

Tweek jumped, squirming from the surprise attack.

“Crahaihihihg!” He giggled. 

“Yes, babe?” He said innocently, pinching along Tweek’s sides.

Tweek squeaked, curling in on himself while his hands gripped Craig’s cape and tugged on it.

"Nohoho!"

Craig shifted, moving his hands to wiggle softly over Tweek’s stomach. He stumbled backwards, still holding Craig’s cape and bringing him down with him as Tweek fell onto Craig’s bed.

He paused for a second, letting Tweek catch his breath as he considered their position. Tweek lay on his back, his legs sprawled around Craig, who was kneeling in between his thighs. He felt his face heat up and distracted himself by grabbing Tweek’s hips, which were exposed due to his costume's lack of a shirt. He squeezed, wiggling his thumbs into the divots of the bones.

Tweek squealed, tipping his head back in laughter.

“CRAHAHAIHIHIG!” He cried, gently hitting Craig’s shoulders as he kicked his legs uselessly.

“What?” He teased, “Can the Barbarian not handle the tickles?” 

Tweek’s face flushed red, one hand shooting up to cover his face, smearing the already smudged paint. 

“IHIHI’LL- URGH- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHUHUHU!” He laughed, grabbing Craig’s forearms. 

Tweek was stronger than Craig, objectively, but he made no move to stop his hands from reaching up to skitter along his sides and gently scratching at the base of his ribs. 

Tweek started to hiccup in his laughter, squeezing Craig’s arms. He leaned forwards, glancing up at Tweek’s face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks a rosy red, and his face split wide in a toothy smile that made Craig’s heart skip a beat. Cute… he thought, then shook his head and pressed his lips to Tweek’s stomach, blowing a raspberry.

That was the wrong move as Tweek suddenly regained his strength and launched forwards, knocking the two of them off the bed and onto the (thankfully carpeted) floor. 

Shit.

Craig’s heart pounded, Tweek loomed over him, his fingers twitching as he searched for where to start his revenge. But their position… Tweek straddling Craig’s waist, crouching over him, his warm hands crawling under Craig’s shirt… His face burned, and in a moment of panic he cried,

“Wait!”

Tweek paused, and in his eyes, Craig truly saw the Barbarian Tweek was playing, that wild stare- and his insides turned to mush.

“If- if you tick- uh, get revenge on me I won’t do your paint.” He said in a rush.

Tweek hummed and twitched a little. After a moment’s deliberation, he sat back, letting Craig up.

“Fine.” He said.

Craig sighed in relief and picked up the paintbrush, ready to correct what had been smudged in their antics when Tweek added, “I’ll just- ACK- get you back when you l-least expect, babe.”

Shit. It was going to be a long day.

[dannystheone]

Hello I was wondering if you can give me any South Park tickle ideas to draw I’m kinda art blocked right now and they would be much appreciated ❤️

Oh sure! I’ve had lee Tweek on the brain lately I think he’s a cutie :) also we don’t hear Tweek’s laugh in the show yet so it would be sweet of Craig treasured it :) thanks for asking!

[yourbuddykermit]

winter wonderland but its an Alvin and the chipmunks cover.

[veryblushyswitch]

@tickly-killer you amazing artist- this is also precious 💖💖💖💖💖

GUYS @tickly-killer DID IT AGAIN!! THIS TIME THEY MADE AN INCREDIBLE T-SCENE FROM THE SAME CREEK FIC ITS AMAZING

THE DETAIL AND THE EXPRESSIONS ARE MY FAVORITE THANK YOU SO MUCH TICKLY YOUVE BLESSED ME

ITS SO ADORABLE AND FLUFFY IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP

[yiplee]

I’m sorry I have no idea what to name this

Creek ticklefic (SFW!)

(Lee!Craig) (Ler!Tweek)

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Craig and Tweek are hanging out at Craig’s, and Tweek makes a special little discovery while they’re chilling with stripe on the bed.

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“Is this- ACK- okay? Am I gonna crush him?! OH GOD AM I GONNA CRUSH HIM?!” Tweek asked, watching stripe with wide eyes as the furry creature crawled around on Craig’s bed.

“You’re not gonna crush him, Tweek.” Craig reassured Tweek in his monotone voice, watching Stripe scuttle and sniff around.

The two boys were laying on their backs beside each other, with Stripe in between them on Craig’s bed. Stripe was sniffing around rather curiously, and stuck his little nose in between Craig’s neck and shoulder, making him scrunch up and move away.

“You okay?” Tweek asked, unknowing of why Craig had flinched away there. He hadn’t put the pieces together.

“Uh, yeah.” Craig nodded. He didn’t want Tweek knowing the real reason, after all. Craig gently moved Stripe back to his original spot.

The little guinea pig only tried again, this time trying to climb up Craig’s side with his little paws.

Craig took in a sharp inhale, trying not to cringe and squirm away. He gently lifted up Stripe, setting him back down on the bed.

“Heh, I think he wants to climb up you. Like a little mountain.” Tweek observed, watching the strangely determined guinea pig as it started towards Craig again.

“Yeah, well, uh..he can’t. Because uh..he could..” Craig trailed off, sliding up on the bed to try and avoid Stripe. This only made his jacket ride up over his shirt, and the ambitious guinea pig leapt right in.

Craig struggled not to squeak as the little lump under his jacket began scurrying around, and holy shit did that tickle like all hell.

“Gah! Fuck! Stripe!” Craig hissed quietly, trying to grab Stripe, who was scuttling about quickly.

“GAH! Is he hurting you?! Are you okay?!” Tweek sat up, looking very worried.

“Um, he’s just-!” Craig could probably play off his discomfort as being scratched and hurt, but that might worry Tweek. He also didn’t want Tweek to know the truth, so he was a bit stuck.

Just when Craig thought things couldn’t get any worse, he heard Tweek utter some very worrying words.

“Here, I’ll get him out.”

Craig had no time to turn Tweek down on his offer before the blonde’s hand slipped under Craig’s jacket and began searching around for the guinea pig.

Now with what felt like a million little fingernails tickling all over him, Craig suddenly burst into frantic laughter with a prompt snort, squirming like hell and thrashing around.

This caught Tweek off guard, confusing him for a moment. “Wait…Craig, you’re ticklish? This whole time, you’ve just been ticklish?” Tweek asked, astonished, as a smirk grew on his face.

“N-NOHOHO! I’M NAHAHAT- *snort* GAHAHA STAHAHAP!” He shrieked, as Tweek began intentionally tickling up and down Craig’s ribs, while Stripe skittered across his belly.

“Oh, but, then however will I get Stripe out?” Tweek teased, digging his fingers into Craig’s armpit, making his laughter jump up an octave.

“AAAHAHAHAHA *snort* FUHUHUCK! TWEEHEHEHEEK GEHEHET HIM OUT AHAHAHALREADY!!” Craig pleaded, his voice a shrill squeal as he squirmed wildly.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish. I really didn’t expect you to be this ticklish, Craig.” Tweek ignored Craig’s request, continuing to tease him as his fingers went on.

“I- AHAHAHA-! I SWEHEHEAR IM *snort* BETTER AHAHAT HIDING IHIHIT!!” Craig squealed, and he wasn’t lying. He can usually keep his composure for minutes on end, but Stripe’s scuttling along with Tweek’s fingers under his jacket was just unfair.

“AAHAHA!! TWEEHEHEHEEK PLEHEHEASE!!” Craig begged, his face turning red as tears pricked the edge of his eyes, which were shut so tight they crinkled.

“Haha, alright. I’ve gotta catch stripe first.” Tweek mumbled, a bit of uncertainty growing in him as he searched for the furry terror.

He grabbed Stripe as gently as possible, and pulled him out from under Craig’s jacket, leaving the exhausted boy panting for breath.

“Heh, uh, you alright, Craig?” Tweek asked, looking at the other who had just been absolutely wrecked.

“Put..Stripe..in his home..he’s..fucking..grounded.” Craig sighed, pausing in between words for gasps of air.

Tweek chuckled, picking up Stripe and setting him down in his little home, and returning to the bed to lie next to Craig, watching him recover.

“Sorry about that.” Tweek said, placing his hand in Craig’s. Craig just sighed and turned to Tweek with a faint smile.

“It’s..it’s alright. After all, you saved me.” He said with a small chuckle. Tweek smiled back as they both looked up at the ceiling, where Craig’s glow-in-the-dark star stickers twinkled in the dim afternoon sunlight.

[electricthumbzup]

👇

❤❤❤

Failure

[tricks-tickles]

Are You Happy?

sudden burst of inspo be like:

sorry i dropped off the face of the earth(ish) apparently im limited to three fics per fandom haha

anyway south park amirite

(also psa im bri ish so idk how american unis work so the boys r 18ish here but im p sure i didn't get anything disastrously wrong)

word count: 1459

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“Craig?” 

Tweek sat on his bed next to his boyfriend, anxiously tugging on the base of his shirt as he studied Craig’s expression. Despite being the stoic one of the two, he had a strangely tense look about him. 

“Yeah?” Craig said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh, are you- ACK, okay? You seem kind of n-nervous?” Tweek asked, twitching a little. 

“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” He responded, still looking at his hands, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“GAH- uh, because of your uni-university application?!” Craig had applied to the University of Colorado’s astrophysics course and was due to hear back at some point in the coming week. Although he had the grades for the course, he wasn’t sure about his personal essay and had been internally freaking out for a while. It was Saturday now, and his nerves were at an all-time high. He guessed it was starting to show.

“No.” He said, then paused, “Yes. I’m just worried I won’t get in.” Honesty is the best policy, or whatever.

“Of course you will!” Tweek said, winking out of anxiety. “You’re the- GAHAH- smartest guy I know!

Craig hummed, digging his feet into the bed. 

“I don’t know about that…” He muttered.

“And besides! Maybe they’re just BUSY! Or running late or s-something.” He said, screwing up his face in a twitch. 

“Maybe,” Craig said, unconvinced. “You’re lucky you don’t have to worry about this.” Tweek had taken a gap year to work at his parent's shop and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. If Craig was accepted then he would follow him to Boulder, or wherever he wanted to go. Tweek was sure he’d follow Craig to the ends of the earth.

“AH- don’t mention that! It’s WAY too much pressure!”

“Right,” Craig said, “Sorry.”

Tweek twitched anxiously. He had almost no experience in comforting people and was way out of his depth. Craig probably didn’t want to talk about it, and he wasn’t sure what else to do. He gently tugged on his hair, thinking about what Craig had done for him when he was anxious. Slowly, an idea formed. 

“Craig?” He said, again.

“Yeah?”

“Um, do you want me to- ACK- cheer you up or some-something?” 

He looked at Tweek, a little bemused.

“You can try,” Craig said, curious as to what he would do.

Tweek took a careful breath in, then shuffled closer to Craig and, shivering slightly, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Craig tensed, then sagged into his boyfriend's touch. Despite having been ‘together’ for around eight years, their relationship had only become real two years ago, and even still they were a little shy around each other. Tweek was too anxious to make the first move most of the time, and Craig had no idea how to, so they danced around each other until one of them stepped up. 

Craig had forgotten how comforting Tweek could be if he tried. When Stripe 5 had died Tweek’s hugs had been the only thing keeping him together. He sighed and shuffled closer to him, breathing in the smell of coffee. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Tweek worked up the courage to enact part two of his plan. He placed his spare hand on Craig’s side and began gently tracing his fingers along his hoodie. Craig stiffened again, jumping when Tweek’s fingers twitched against him. 

“Honey, what are you dohing?” He said, stifling a giggle when Tweek’s fingers crept toward his stomach. 

“Well, you remember when- GAH- I was f-feeling anxious about nothing a few weeks ago, and you asked me if you could cheer me up? And I said yes so you started t-tickling me and you didn’t stop until you thought I was happy? And I kept- AH- saying I was happy but you were like ‘I don’t believe you, honey.’ and it t-tickled really bad? Do you remember that?” While he spoke Tweek’s other arm slipped from around Craig’s shoulders, making him squeak and slide down the bed as Tweek started pinching his side. 

“Nohoho,” Craig said, trying to bring his knees up to protect his stomach. Tweek noticed and shifted till he was sitting on Craig’s thighs to keep them down.

“No?! You don’t r-remember? It was only a few weeks ago- GAH-, you must have a pretty bad memory.”

He started scratching Craig’s stomach, making him laugh properly.

“I rehemehembeher!” He cried, his hands torn between covering his face and pushing away Tweek’s hands. He settled on tugging the flaps of his hat till it covered his eyes.

“Oh! G-good. Then you remember that- AH- you kept teasing me too? You were like ‘Does this t-tickle, babe?’ ‘How about here?’ ‘Are you having fun? You sound like you’re having fun.’. So, Craig, I want to a-ask you: are you having fun?”

“Ahahaha!”

“‘That’s not an answer, babe.’ That’s what you’d say.” Tweek said. He had to admit that he was sort of enjoying himself. Craig had tickled him, but he’d never worked up the courage to get him back. Now though, as he watched his boyfriend squirm and blush and laugh under his wiggling fingers, he understood exactly why Craig got him all the time. His laugh was somewhat monotone but it had a lightness to it that made Tweek feel all warm inside.

“Are you happy? Are you h-having fun? Do you- AH like this, baby?” He teased, drumming into his ribcage.

Craig was sure he was going to die. Tweek’s fingers were sending little bolts of lightning through his body, darting around so he couldn’t catch them. Worse, though, was the teasing. He was sure it wasn’t as bad when he did it to Tweek, his stomach was full of butterflies and his face was burning hot. Tweek rarely called him pet names, so he was sure he was about to combust. But the worst of it was that he was enjoying it. It was fun to have Tweek be so playful and close to him and to have all his anxiety chased away by his uncontrollable laughter. Not that he was going to say that to him though. 

“Are you- ERK- ignoring me?” Tweek said, grinning impishly. His fingers wiggled upwards, then lifted entirely.

Craig panted, pushing up his hat and catching his breath.

“Ihihi’m nohoht ihignohoring yohou.” He giggled.

“Then answer my q-questions, love,” Tweek said, still smiling as his fingers twitched in the air above Craig’s chest.

“Whahat were thehey again?”

“Do- AH- do you like this? Are you h-having fun?” 

“Uh,” Craig trailed off, pulling his hat down again, “Maybe…” He whispered. 

“What was that?”

“MahahABYEHEHE!! TWEEK!” He squealed at Tweek’s fingers suddenly wiggling into his underarms. Craig slammed his arms down and arched his back, trying to squirm away from the unbearable feeling. 

“Oops, I d-didn’t catch that.” Tweek said, using his pointer fingers to rub little circles into the divots of Craig’s underarms. 

“I LIKE IT! I LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHAHASE HONEY, IHIT REHEHAHALLY TIHIHICKLES!”

“And you’re happy?” 

“IHIHI’M HAHAPPY! WHEHENEHEVEHER IHI’M WIHIHITH YOHOHOUHU IHI’M SOHO HAHAHAPY!”

Tweek squeaked, blushed, and toppled off Craig, falling to the side of him. He shifted and turned to face him, where Craig had done the same.

“Do- GAH- do you mean that?” He said, shyly.

Craig took a few deep breaths, “Yeah,” He said.

He tried to adjust his hat but ended up taking it off and throwing it somewhere vaguely behind him. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing Tweek softly. 

He made a content noise and leaned a little deeper into Craig. At that same time, the doorbell rang and Craig’s mother called him downstairs.

The two boys looked at each other before racing down the stairs and stumbling into Craig’s kitchen, where his mother stood holding an envelope.

Craig took a deep breath in, crossing the kitchen and ripping it open. Tweek felt his heart hammer, nervous on Craig’s behalf. His eyes scanned the text before he closed the letter again and gently set it down on the counter. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Slowly, he turned to face Tweek. 

Tweek’s heart sank. There were pinpricks of tears in Craig’s eyes and he was ready to offer the ultimate sympathy when a smile took over his face and he announced, in the driest, most monotone voice,

“I got in.” 

Everyone erupted in cheers. His mother, his father and sister (who had come to see what all the fuss was about,), and Tweek. 

They all rushed forward and Craig found himself crushed between all his favourite people. 

Tweek caught his gaze and smiled, his eyes glittering.

“I t-told you there was nothing to worry about. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

[gigglingsoftly]

Hi!! Do you have any headcanons for Craig’s gang?

I dooooo! They were literally going to be next like I had it unfinished in the notes app but this made me finish it so quick 😭

Craig’s Gang

Craig

I think it’s almost universally agreed in the community he pretends to not be ticklish 😭

He obviously is. He’s just good at hiding it.

Tweek finds out by accident and Craig swears him to secrecy.

When he teases he’s just very matter of fact and sarcastic. It’s very effective.

He’s one of those ppl that guesses where someone’s most ticklish based off of where they try to tickle him first.

And he gets it right like 97% of the time. Everyone finds it so annoying lol

Omg that stereotypical thing has happened where Stripe has gone down his shirt and he can’t catch and he’s trying not to hurt him so he’s like dying

Tweek

He seems a lot more ticklish than he is. It’s really just nerves.

Oh my god, he sounds like he’s being murdered.

When he says he “I’m going to die!!!” it’s not like a silly thing he’s saying because he’s being tickled like stop. Because shit is about to real real fucking quick

He’s a fighter and a biter (courtesy of @yiplee I loved that hc so much 😭) so yeah… there’s that… like this is different than when Kyle does it by accident. This kid is trying to fight you to the fucking death

Like yeah he can be a good ler but he’s panicking to make sure you can still breath and that he isn’t hurting you. He doesn’t want to go to jail for murder.

Him and Craig have tickle fights sometimes but they pretty much both hate being tickled so it’s rare lol

Clyde

Has a love hate relationship with tickling.

Like when it’s happening in the moment he “hates” it but after the fact he kinda thinks it’s fun.

He won’t say that tho. If you even imply that he might have had fun he’ll deny deny deny.

He’s too tough and cool for that obviously.

He literally refuses to believe he’s the most ticklish of the group so he’s constantly starting tickle fights and then has the surprised Pikachu face when it obviously backfires.

Bebe tickles him a lot bc she thinks it’s cute that he’s so ticklish lol

Tolkien

He has a really nice laugh!

He pretends to be a lot more ticklish than he actually is for his friends sake.

Like if he didn’t laugh that’d be so awkward and embarrassing.

He doesn’t know how Craig does it. He hates that awkward silence so much

He’s so chill. If a tickle fight breaks out he’s just like I guess we’re doing this now.

He’s Nichole’s biggest ler. He loves to hear her laugh ❤️

Jimmy

CEO of cheer up tickles

Definitely tells bad jokes on purpose when the person is screaming

And like it makes his friends laugh harder because he’s so corny???

He has gotten ganged up on for too many bad jokes.

It’s his fault tho because the gang always warn him before hand. And he just doesn’t listen.

And he’ll proceed to tell bad jokes like they didn’t just wreck him

[switchgyal]

tweek tickles craig when he’s being overly deadpan 🤭…

[obsessive-clusterfuck]

me: should i get the word thrandaddy as a tramp stamp?

my best friend: why can’t we like and enjoy things like normal people- a n y w a y- creek <3 south park is so amazing and i adore their dynamic- craig and tweek ! ! !

me: real- thranduil is such a good character and hes v v sexy have you even seen his hair??? (i have sent them like every photo of him ever to exist) and faramir is baby girl <3 also- L E G O L A S ? ? ?

[dannystheone]

LEE KYLE LEE KYLE

hmmm maybe he’s tryna give one of his gay ass speeches and the 3 boys are fed up and want him to shush so ofc they use the most efficient method hehe

GAY ASS SPEECH PLLSKEFNEW

OUT OF ALL THE IDEAS I HAD REQUESTED TO ME THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST

ugh i love you anon LMAKSSK PLEASE

So the summer vibes are PERFECT today so I thought we could have a pool fic!!

WARNINGS: Feet tickles and kids swearing! also kind of a long intro sorry

Kyle's New Pool! (Lee Kyle/Multiple Lers)

Kyle got a new pool installed for the summer in his backyard, but he needs to set some ground rules first!

I hope you like this! :) also I just re-read the whole thing and totally forgot Clyde existed AAA sorry he'll be in the next one

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Energetic boys piled into the Broflovski's home, yelling and shouting with excitement. They were all eager to get a glimpse of what new installment was waiting in the backyard. Kyle had said his parents put something BIG for the summer back there, and to look for themselves to see he wasn't full of shit.

"Oh Gerald! There sure are a lot of them, I wasn't expecting so many guests!" Sheila Broflovski was pretty much plastered to her wall as boys from the fourth-grade class rumbled through her front door, including even a boy wheeling in on a motorized wheelchair.

"Just set out some more chips Sheila- OOF-" Gerald Broflovski was nearly run over by the entourage of shirtless boys as they threw open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and piled outside in the backyard.

"Look! There it is!" Craig Tucker called out. All the boys scrambled to the edge of the water. Kyle wasn't lying. His parents had installed a huge glistening pool in their backyard! The grass and playground they used to have were replaced with concrete, with pillowy lounging areas and table seating off to the sides.

"It's amazing! GAH! It's so hot out here! If I don't get in the water I'm gonna die!" Tweak Tweek winked an eye as Craig turned to him and started applying sunscreen to his shoulders, already blushing from the sun.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked.

"Yeah, should we just get in without him?" Kenny McCormick questioned.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy answered.

"Guys! I'm right here! Isn't it cool?!" Kyle showed up behind the crowd of boys with a few boxes of Capri-Suns under his arms. The fourth-grade class cheered as Kyle set the boxes down on his patio table.

"Yeah, yeah, it's kewl, now let's get in the water already!" Eric Cartman pulled on his goggles and started pulling on his floaties to his upper arms. The boys followed suit by kicking off their flip-flops and throwing their shirts off.

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on fat-ass!" The fourth-grade boys froze and looked at Kyle quizzically. Kyle adjusted his green hat, despite wearing no shirt and green swim trunks.

"Before you get in the pool, there's some rules we have to follow! My dad said if we don't pay attention to the rules, he's not gonna let all of us use it anymore." Kyle explained. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged and continued taking their clothing items off.

"Okay well, what are the rules?" Tolkien Black asked. Kyle splayed his hands to get everyone's attention, but the boys chatted amongst themselves.

"Alright! Rule number one! ABSOLUTELY NO PEEING IN THE POOL! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! I'm looking at you, Cartman!" Cartman yelled out an "AYE!" before Kyle continued. "There is a bathroom located inside the house, first door on your right!"

Kyle looked around to see if he had everyone's attention. He had the attention of Butters, Jimmy, Timmy, and Tolkien, but everyone else was either setting up their toys in the pool or talking to other people.

"Guys! Don't put anything in the pool until I'm done saying the rules! This is important!" Kenny looked up from the pool as he slowly slid on a snorkel. Kyle sighed exasperated as he continued.

"Rule number two! No running around the edge of the pool or the pool area in general! It can get slippery and you don't want to fall! Rule number three! No diving headfirst into the pool, even in the deep area! You can hit your head and get hurt! Cannonballs are okay!" Cartman yawned loud and obnoxiously as the rest of the boys stood around and looked at their phones. Kyle could tell he was losing their attention already.

"Shut up Cartman! Rule number four! You have to put on sunscreen before you enter the pool! My mom is gonna set a timer for 80 minutes for everyone so we can get out of the pool, reapply our sunscreen, and then we can get back in!" The boys looked up at Kyle and groaned loudly.

"Dude we don't need sunscreen, the sun is good for you!" Stan complained. Craig was still helping Tweek apply his sunscreen across his back, so at least he was good. Kyle looked over at Stan with narrowed eyes.

"Dude do you have any idea how much cancer you can get from the sun?! Skin cancer is no joke! There was a study published just this year in 2023 stating that more than 2 people die of skin cancer every hour in the U.S.! 1 in 5 Americans will develop skin cancer by the age of 70! Do you want that to be you?!" Kyle pointed at Stan. Tweek fidgeted as he yanked the sun tan lotion from Craig's hands and started rubbing generous amounts all over his front vigorously.

"GAHAH! THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME! CRAIG, HELP ME!!" Craig took the bottle back from Tweek and gently started applying more lotion onto Tweek's back as he shot Kyle a venomous glance. Kyle swallowed as he looked back at the boys.

"Dude, we'll put the lotion on. But every 80 minutes is a little much, we'll be fine." Stan shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Guys you're acting like I'm making up the rules. It's my mom-" Eric rolled his eyes and walked up to stand next to Kyle.

"Kyle, buddy, hey there. Listen, you're talking waaaaay too damn much. Let us into the pool and we can start having fun, okay? I'll deal with your bitch of a mom if she decides to give us crap." Eric clapped Kyle on the back as Kyle stared dumbfounded at Cartman.

"Bitch of a-?! Cartman this is my parent's pool that YOU'RE using, fatass! The least you can do is listen!" Kyle said angrily.

"I think we should listen to Kyle's rules, very much. His p-p-p-pee-parents are nice enough to let us use it on such a hot day." Jimmy spoke up.

"Well, sure! My dad said if I don't put on my suntan lotion every 80 minutes and get skin cancer, he'd ground me for sure!" Butters fidgeted with his hands. Kyle smiled at them both and turned back to Cartman.

"There, you see fat-boy? That's why anyone who doesn't put on sunscreen BEFORE getting in the pool isn't getting in at all!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stared at Kyle and Cartman silently. Cartman cupped his chin in thought while Kyle stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Hmm...ah, I see what you're saying, Kyle. Loud and Clear." Kyle had a triumphant face on before Cartman pointed at Kyle.

"GRAB 'EM!" Cartman exclaimed. All the boys in the fourth-grade class rushed Kyle. Kyle yelped as he was scooped up by the boys, wriggling and fighting to no avail. The boys carried him above their heads to the edge of the pool.

"GUYS! PUT ME DOWN!!" Kyle yelled out. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"You wanna be put down?" Stan asked a squirming Kyle.

"YES!!" Kyle shouted. The fourth-grade boys unanimously decided to set Kyle down.

By throwing his ass in the pool.

Kyle hit the water with a huge splash, causing the water to be disturbed and rippled. The boys cheered as they started jumping in after him and cannonballing into the pool. Kyle resurfaced and spit water out from his mouth.

"Pfft- GUYS! We can't be in the pool yet, we need sunscreen!" Kyle complained. Cartman waded into the pool as the boys started splashing each other with water and putting floaties and toys in the pool.

"Uh oh, guys! Kyle's still whining about the sunscreen! We better fix that!" Cartman exclaimed. Kyle turned to yell at Cartman when he felt hands grabbing his arms. Kyle turned back to see that Craig, Tweek, and Kenny started putting their hands on him. More kids were advancing as well.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle squeaked as he splashed in the pool, more kids grabbing his legs and arms and wiggling fingers into his bare skin.

"You see Kyle, I knew you were gonna make a big gay ass speech about what we should and shouldn't do before we got into your pool. As you always do such faggoty things before we're allowed to have any fun, I took it upon myself to tell the guys that if you start going off on a tangent and we need a quick way to shut you up, this was the perfect way to get it done." Cartman watched with glory in his eyes as Kyle started wriggling and giggling in the fourth-grade class's grip.

"Guhuhuys! Guhuhuys stohohohop!" Kyle giggled as what felt like hungry invasive fingers squished, kneaded, prodded, poked, spidered, and scribbled his skin. Jimmy, Tolkien, Butters, Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek all zipped and wriggled their fingers into Kyle's skin while keeping his limbs spread apart. Being in the pool didn't help Kyle fight them off, and the water made his skin slick. Timmy watched with Cartman with a frown on his face.

"Uh...Timmeh?" Timmy asked. Cartman turned to Timmy, Kyle splashing in the pool behind him.

"Yes, Timmy?" Cartman asked. Timmy pulled up his phone and started recording.

"Timmy Timmy." Timmy said with an evil glint in his eye. Cartman nodded approvingly as he turned back to Kyle.

Craig held Kyle's arm away from his side and scribbled his fingers in his underarm while Tweek scritched along his ribs. Tolkien and Butters held onto Kyle's ankle and entertained themselves by stroking one finger up his foot and watching his toes clamp up. They did this over and over as it was entertaining each time.

Stan and Kenny held apart Kyle's other arm as Kenny gave Kyle little nibbles on his side and blew raspberries in his belly, which made Kyle buck and squeal. Stan scritched in Kyle's armpit while making conversation with Craig. Jimmy had Kyle's other foot all to himself. He held his ankle in the crook between his arm and his side in a headlock as he scrubbed Kyle's foot up and down with one hand. Kyle was quickly going ballistic already as 70 fingers played him at once.

"GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!! THIHIHIS IHIHIS CRAHAHAZY!!" Kyle yelled out, the water splashing all around them. Kyle was floating on his back in the water being held up by the guys holding his limbs apart, so he had no leverage to squirm or escape anywhere. Kyle's eyes screwed shut as he felt fingers squish the pudge on his belly, to which he gave a loud reaction.

"Wow Kenny, you really like Kyle's stomach huh," Stan commented. Kenny shrugged and scribbled his fingers all over Kyle's tummy, reaching from the bottom of his ribs to the tops of his hips with his hands.

"Oh hey, I wanna help! Let me try!" Butters left Tolkien at Kyle's foot and went up to the opposite side of Kenny to add another ten fingers to Kyle's midsection. Kenny started scribbling his fingers in Kyle's bottom ribs while Butters dipped his fingers in Kyle's belly button and pinched his hips.

"GAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!" Kyle pleaded, his body getting tired with all the exertion from trying to get away from so many fingers. He was gonna have a killer six-pack in the morning.

"Aww, well he's just ticklish everywhere, isn't he! That's so sweet!" Butters beamed at Kenny while Tolkien decided to experiment and scritched his fingers underneath Kyle's knee while still pulling his leg apart. Kyle let out a loud cackle as he tried pulling his leg back.

"Hey, how's that working for you, T-T-Tolkien?" Tolkien looked up at Jimmy with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's working great! He gets really loud when I get right here. You wanna try?" Jimmy nodded and grabbed a better hold of Kyle's leg, and started scratching his fingers under Kyle's knee. Sure enough, Kyle started pulling on both legs trying to reclaim them with this new technique.

"Hahaha, awesome!" Tolkien gave Jimmy a thumbs-up as Craig halted his tickling for a moment to stretch his wrist. Cartman pointed a finger at Craig as he sat on the steps.

"Keep going, Craig! We gotta tire the Jew out so he doesn't bitch for the rest of the night!" Cartman demanded.

"NOHOHO YOU DOHOHON'T! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!! I'M SORREHEHEE!!" Kyle yelled out, as Craig responded in his monotone voice.

"I'm doing the best that I can. His pulling is hard on my wrist." Craig rotated his wrist before holding onto Kyle's bicep and going back to a hidden gem he found. Between Kyle's middle ribs and back where the skin joined, Craig scribbled in that one spot to make Kyle scream a manly sound. Tweek winked as he kept his tickling confined to Kyle's side.

"So anyway, Red Racer reaches the finish line right as Blue Racer does, so the judges have to go back and watch the footage to see who actually won the race. It was a nail-biter." Craig explained to Stan. Stan nodded as he listened, but mostly looked down at his super best friend getting the shit tickled out of him. He had a forced smile plastered on his face with his eyes screwed shut tightly, with an occasional pull or tug of his limbs. Stan couldn't imagine being in this situation, but he wasn't gonna be the one to stop it. What if Cartman ordered they all go after him next? He couldn't handle that.

"...Yeah, so what did the judges say?" Stan asked as he scribbled his fingers in Kyle's underarm. He noticed he didn't have to try too hard to keep Kyle's arm away from his side to reach this spot.

"We won't know until next week. I can hardly wait. Red Racer always wins every race, but it's the season finale, so it could have a different ending." Craig discussed calmly as if he wasn't tickling a wildly splashing boy with six other boys.

"Timmy? Timmy Timmy?" Timmy asked Cartman, still recording on his phone. Cartman thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's see." Cartman cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to Kyle. "How you doing Jew? Ready to give up the sunscreen?" He called out. Kyle shook his head bravely as he continued to laugh out.

"NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOU STIHIHIHLL NEEHEHEHEED TO WEHEHEHEAR IT!!" Cartman shrugged as he went back to lounging in the pool.

"You heard him, boys! He wants more!" The fourth-grade class worked diligently, their fingers more energized than before.

"GAHAHAHAD!! I DOHOHOHON'T WAHAHANT MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Kyle laughed out earnestly as more spots were found on him, to in-between his thighs, to his hands, to his inner elbows, and the skin above his knees. His thighs were a winner, however. Jimmy and Tolkien pulled apart his legs and hugged his knee to grip and scribble their fingers in his inner thigh, causing Kyle to squeal and cackle loudly.

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Gerald and Sheila watched from the closed slider door, smiling gently. It was a rare sight to see Kyle acting like a kid for once with all his friends.

"He gets it from you, you know." Gerald held Sheila around her waist while they watched their son and pattered his fingers along her side. Sheila twitched as she bat Gerald's hand away with a blushing face.

"Oh stop it, Gerald!~ Save it for Saturday, honey~" Sheila cooed as the two shared a kiss, and turned for the living room as their son splashed in the water.

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"CHRIHIST!! SOMEONE- *hic* so-SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!" Kyle cackled out as he felt Tolkien's fingers invade his toe spaces and Tweek and Kenny took turns blowing raspberries in his hip divets. They were having fun with this, actually.

"Wow, Kyle has a lot more endurance than I thought. If I had endurance like Kyle I would be so happy." Craig commented. Stan started to get uneasy. Kyle started hiccuping a second ago, and his red cheeks were concerning.

"Alright Cartman, that should be enough right? I mean, look at him." The boys stilled their fingers for a moment. Kyle still giggled to himself and twitched from the air moving around him.

"Aww, the poor guys all tickled out. Aren't you buddy?" Butters patted Kyle's stomach, which Kyle jerked away from reflexively.

"Buhuhutters- *hic* doho-dohon't touch me-" Kyle snickered as Butters fidgeted. Cartman stood up from the pool steps and looked down at Kyle. Kyle's eyes winced having to look up into the sun-filled sky.

"Well, Kyle? What do you say? Are we forgetting the sunscreen?" The boys waited intently for an answer; their arms still wrapped around Kyle's arms and legs while the water waved around them.

"Fuck no, fat-ass! We can't forget it, my parents will find out! Please, just put some on and we can start playing!" Kyle pleaded. Cartman sighed and gave the signal for the boys to start tickling again. Kyle felt the boys' hands around him shift and place themselves on his body.

"Wait wait WAIT! Okay okay! I'll forget it! I'll forget the sunscreen I swear!" Kyle yelled out. Cartman turned back and pointed a finger in Kyle's face.

"If I hear a single word about sunscreen or rules again from you Kyle, you're gonna get it! Alright, let him go." The fourth-graders slowly released Kyle. Kyle rubbed his wrists as the boys saw their fingers onslaught over Kyle's torso, the pink swipes and scratches on his white skin. Kyle looked to the side as he rubbed his shoulder silently.

"Well, I still need to put on my sunscreen, or I'll get grounded!" Butters announced. Kyle looked up at him.

"Yeah, I n-n-need to put on mine too, a comic always has to look his b-best!" Jimmy added.

"Hey honey, mind helping me put some sunscreen on my back? I could use it." Craig asked Tweek.

"GAH! O-Of course! Skin cancer is no joke!" Tweek winked as Craig smiled softly at him.

"We're all gonna put ours on, too." Tolkien, Stan and Kenny nodded in agreement.

"TIMMEH!!" Timmy smiled and exclaimed. All the boys started getting out of the pool to put their sunscreen on and made sure everyone was properly covered. Kyle had a huge smile on that wasn't forced on his face.

"Thanks you guys, you're the best! Now we can play all we want in the sun without getting hurt!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all cheered and cannonballed back into the pool while Cartman rolled his eyes.

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"Aw dude, sick!" Stan shouted upon seeing Cartman at the bus stop on Monday. Cartman's face was pink with white peelies all over his ears, neck, and cheeks. He had suffered bad sunburn from the pool with no sunscreen. He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in a huff.

"Whatever! Sunscreen is overrated and gay as hell! I don't peel, I'll just get tan after this!" Kenny and Kyle walked to the bus stop and stood next to Cartman. Kenny burst out laughing upon seeing Cartman, and Kyle let out a few sputters as well.

"AYE! You all better shut the fuck up! I don't need any damn sunscreen!" Cartman defended.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A FAT TOMATO!" Kenny cried out. Kyle and Stan both started laughing hysterically as Cartman yelled out at them.

"I'M NOT FAT! SHUT UP!" Cartman shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you big baby." Stan rolled his eyes as he clapped Eric on the back. Eric yelped as the sunburn on his back stung from Stan's slap.

"ACK! Don't do that, retard! I got sunburn-" Cartman called out, but shut himself up as his friends leered at him.

"What was that you said, fat-ass? You got sunburn?" Kyle said with a shit-eating grin as he slapped Eric's back. Eric let out a screech as he started running down the road, away from the bus stop. Well, as well as he could run anyway. The three boys easily caught up to him and slapped all their hands across his sunburned back.

"YOU GUYS- ACK! I'M SO SERIOUSLY- OW! STOP IT- ACK! STOP!- OW!"

After this experience, Cartman learned his lesson. He was never caught without sunscreen again, and abided by all of Kyle's rules before entering his pool.