#ler!kyle

[lovelynim]

Intoxicated dream

Side Characters Deserve Love Too - Kyle x Joe

A/N: First comm out of the new batch! I can only thank @dirtpie39 for sponsoring my second story for these two cuties!

Also, once again, can't post this without thanking @/ticklygiggles for beta reading this for me. Thanks, darling ~

Summary: As Joe isn't exactly sober, Kyle decides to take her to get some rest, but ends up taking part in some sort of vivid dream.

Word count: 2959 words

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption

[Also on Ao3]

Kyle froze in place, the world around him going silent when his eyes met Joe’s. This was definitely not going like he planned - something this simple shouldn’t be stretching out for this long.

He placed his hands by the sides of her body, supporting his own weight while she oh-so-casually wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked at him with a sweetened, soft gaze, almost as if she was in a trance. Kyle knew, however, that she wasn’t in one. She was drunk.

“W-wait!” The prince cried out, gritting his teeth as he resisted the pull, not allowing himself to be handled by the woman, “What are you doing?- Agh, hey!” Kyle gasped, feeling Joe’s fingers pressing into the back of his shoulders, dragging him down.

While Kyle struggled and fought back as much as he could, Joe seemed amused by the whole scene. The prince could feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temper, the heat gathering around his collar and the blush rushing across his face. The air itself felt warm, almost hot enough to suffocate, but also comforting enough to make him consider–

No! This wasn’t it!

“You’ve never come inside my hut before… Am I dreaming?” Joe mumbled softly, her voice gentle and peaceful, calm. A faint blush spreaded over her cheeks as well, and even if they were lost, her eyes seemed to glisten in the dimly lit bedroom.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Joe smiled at his reaction, giggling quietly.

“Joe,” he sighed, “I know you don’t remember, but last time- mmph!”

And just when he lowered his guard, thinking her clinginess was coming to a halt, Joe moved her hands. She held him by his face, gently but firmly, and pulled Kyle towards herself.

Before the prince could say anything, their lips met, stopping his words and thoughts in their tracks. He could still taste the alcohol lingering in her mouth and, hadn’t he been so shocked, Kyle felt like that kiss would have made him crumble right there and then.

After a couple seconds, they lips parted. Kyle’s face, still held between Joe’s hands, was even redder than before. She squeezed his cheeks slightly, smiling at his flustered expression.

“It’s okay because this is a dream, right?” She giggled, smiling fondly while her thumbs caressed his face. 

‘What was she thinking?’, Kyle yelled inside his head, trying to stick to his better judgement and keep in mind that she was drunk, not thinking straight. This had to come to an end, Kyle told himself. 

The prince slowly reached for Joe’s hand at his face, closing his fingers around her palm to dislodge it from his face. Or so he wanted to, but found himself hesitating to break the touch between them.

Even if she was drunk, her smile made his chest ache, as if the space around his heart suddenly became tighter than ever.

“Kyle..~” Joe called, tilting her head in her pillow while moving her free hand down to his shoulder and then to his chest, “hehe, are you nervous? Your face is so red right now ~”

He pressed his eyes shut, refusing to take another look into that sweet expression, even if it was just for a single more second. “Kyle always looks so cute, but in my dreams you’re extra handsome right now…”

“You’re not- h-hey, get yourself together, now,” he groaned, feeling a shiver creeping up his spine when her fingers roamed next to his ribs, pressing into the soft spots between each bone. “I s-shouldn’t be here in fihi- h-hey!”

[“He looks so serious, I want him to smile more…”]

Kyle widened his eyes as those words made it from Joe’s head to inside his own. She wasn’t just getting handsy, it was something worse, way worse!

“J-Joe, nohow it’s not- agh, gehehet off! Thihis isn’t t-the time for fooling aharound!”

No matter how much he tried to scold her, the only answer he would get from her was a lazy chuckle, poised with the alcohol from earlier. Kyle would push one hand away from the side of his chest, just to have the other one poking at his side. 

Besides that, keeping his balance with just one arm while being tickled was proving to be a more difficult task than he first expected. Kyle felt his muscles tremble, threatening to falter and fail their owner - and he couldn’t have that, not while Joe was right beneath him!

“Heh, aren’t you just so cute? Kyle is so ticklish… ~” Joe giggled, amused by their play-fight. “Kyle’s flustered smile is much better than a flustered frown… he should always be like this when he visits me in my dreams, heheh…”

“S-stohop the nohohonsense!” Kyle groaned, arching his back in a vain attempt of moving his stomach away from Joe’s hands. He tried to move and cover his ribs and sides, but her hands would always find their way back to his body, making those restrained, helpless giggles escape his lips.

“But it’s my dream! And I want to tickle Kyle in my dream…”

Such a nuisance!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes pressing shut and even his nose scrunching up a little as he tried to resist the urge to dissolve into a laughing mess on top of her. If that would make Joe behave, should he just let her have it? At least this would mean that there was no risk of her wandering around or running into some kind of problem, after all.

Against the better judgement, he lowered the hand that he was using to protect his body from the assault, placing it back by the side of Joe’s body. “D-dohohon’t be soho harsh, at leheheast!”

Joe gasped, happy and surprised. What an amazing dream, she thought (and made Kyle’s cringe with it). “Kyle will let me tickle him? This is the best- eheh, best dream ever!”

“I-I’m nehehever lehehetting you drihink again, you- ahAHAh, I- I tohohold you to behe gehentle!”

Those words, however, made it to one of her ears and then came out of the other, with not a single one of them sticking up to her intoxicated brain. Kyle scrunched up his shoulders and pressed his chin down towards his chest, hoping to build at least one effective barrier against Joe’s fingers.

She tickled his neck, managing to push up her fingers past the tight spaces and tease the sensitive skin. She tickled him at his armpits, prodding and vibrating right into that sensitive nerve in the middle of his underarms, hitting that soft spot over and over in a maddening way that made Kyle want to crumble.

Her hands continued to roam, and much to Kyle’s demise, to tickle the prince as much as they could. His ribs, sides, stomach, and even down to his waist. 

On the contrary of what Kyle hoped for, Joe didn’t seem to be getting tired or satisfied - at least, not at any time soon. The more she tickled, the more encouraged she seemed to get by his laughter and strangled pleas.

With a smile plastered on her face, Joe looked up to her fairytale prince. “You look so cute right now, heheh… chirping for me just like a little canary! ~”

Those words made Kyle feel like his stomach was turning upside down. If only he wasn’t so busy laughing, he would probably retort or snap back at that. Properly, at least. “S-shuhut it! AHAhaha, I-I’m nohot a bihihird!”

“Of course you’re not - birds are not this handsome or… heh, sexy…” Joe added, grinning as she cupped Kyle’s cheek with one hand while the tickled back at his armpit, making him twist in a funny way that made her chuckle along. “I also don’t have dreams about birds, just about you ~”

Kyle clenched his hands, clasping so tightly at the bedsheets that his knuckles were turning white while his palms trembled a little.

As if the tickling alone wasn’t enough to make him crave an exit from this awful situation, the teasing was making ten- no, a dozen times worse. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling shy or secondhand embarrassment, truth to be told.

That sweet talk was too sweet. Nauseating, even. He felt like he was being exposed to the depths of Joe’s feelings with no filter or social cues to hold her tongue - or fingers, for this matter - back.

And on top of that, the fact that Joe, of all people, was the one saying these obscene absurdities to him… Probably being thrown a tomato in public would feel less humiliating than this. He should stop her, Kyle knew it, but a part of him wanted to pry more into these feelings, to let it happen and see just how much Joe would be willing to share.

Still, there had to be some other way to do this than being tickled to his dismay. “J-Joe! Yohohou ahAHahre- ahAH, s-stohop sahahaying nohOHohonsense, you dah- AHaha, w-wahahait!”

“It’s not nonsense, your highness,” she cooed, cupping both sides of his ribcage and slowly wiggling her fingers up into the tight spaces under his arms, her thumb teasing his chest while she did so. “I wish I could stay in this dream forever, just to see you laughing like this, my dear Kyl- ah.”

Enough- that was enough of that humiliating talk. Kyle gasped, his hands that were on the mattress suddenly lifted from the bedsheets, his fingers closing around Joe’s wrists and pulling her hands away from his body once for all. In a blink of an eye, the control over the situation was stripped from her hands.

“I tohold you- hahh, to stop these absurdities, Gingja Ging!” Kyle scolded, his flushed face and disheveled hair contrasting his anger features. He still felt the heat around his collar, the burning in his lungs and the tingles on his skin, but above all that, Kyle still felt the embarrassment from the way Joe talked so casually about him. Yes, she was drunk, but there was only so much he could take. “You s-shouldn’t have pushed your luck.”

“Eh?” Joe giggled, clueless. In her intoxicated mind, this was all but reality, after all. Was the Kyle in her dream going to act scary now? This wasn’t really the Kyle she always thought about, but the idea of a ‘bad boy’ of sorts was… curious.

Still, these would’ve been better kept inside her mind only. “Stop having these foolish thoughts!” Kyle hissed, “you-”

“Kyle looks so handsome when he is angry, heh,” she smiled at his rage, tilting her head.

The prince opened his mouth to talk back, but no words came out. His lips, then, pressed back into a thin line, refraining from letting anything unneeded escape him at that moment. There was no reason, not at that moment at least. “Let me do it your way, then.”

With few things making sense inside her brain at that moment, Joe calmly watched as Kyle gathered her wrists under just one of his hands, pinning her arms right above her head. Her eyes shifted from where their hands were back to Kyle’s annoyed smile, trying to figure him out. Was he going to do something nast-

!!!

“W-whAHahat- ahahah, K-Kyle, thihihis tihihickles!” Joe laughed, her back arching off the mattress while the prince began to wiggle his fingers against her side and then at her ribs. His touch was rougher than usual, but as ticklish as ever.

In silence, Kyle shook his head, feigning disapproval as he continued to tickle. “Don’t start complaining now, you brought upon yourself,” he scolded, his eyes narrowing into a cold, sharp gaze as he clawed at her stomach, pinching and squeezing whatever soft spot he could get a hold onto.

Joe shook and pressed her head back into the pillow while free, careless laughter poured from her lips. “NohOHOH, ahhahah, t-thihihs is my dreheheam! I waHAhahanted to tihickle you moHOHore!”

“You- ugh, just stop talking at once!”

“K-Kyle, noHOHOH! AHAHA!! ~” She squealed, her feet kicking the sheets behind them as the tickling seemed to step up a notch all of the sudden. Why was the man of her dreams so angry at her? Wasn’t he just a cute, giggling canary in her hands moments ago?

She was as loud as she could possibly be, loud enough to make Kyle worry if there wasn’t going to be any inconvenient passerby to get the wrong idea about what was happening inside that bedroom, but, still, Joe deserved this punishment. “Spare your voice, I don’t want to hear whatever you may have to say!”

Despite the cold nature of his words, this was as far as he could possibly get while acting angry at her. The more Kyle looked at Joe now, the less sense this whole scene seemed to have. Maybe even under the effect of alcohol, Joe still had a better understanding of the situation than him.

“You should think about what you did,” he added later, his tone less fierce than before. He moved his fingers and focused his tickling under her arm, gently clawing at the middle of her armpit before moving further down to tickle her ribs.

Just like Kyle’s anger, Joe’s laughter was slowly dying down as well. Maybe because the tickling wasn’t as harsh as when it started or maybe because she was growing used to the feeling, but her laughter began to sound more lighthearted, tranquil even. 

She dragged her heels over the bed in a playful squirming and lightly arched her back, barely going anywhere as she was still trapped inside Kyle’s grip. Her cheeks were as red as they could be, but something about Joe’s smile made it look even more genuine than when she was teasing the prince.

And when Kyle realized these were none other than his own thoughts, his hands froze in their tracks, with his fingers pressed - but staying completely still - against her side. For some reason, despite Joe being the one that was tickled for the past minutes, Kyle found himself out of air at that moment.

His heart was beating fast and his chest felt like it was clenching around his heart when he looked down at her. Was this..?

The prince shook his head, trying to recover his better judgement of the situation. He sighed, getting off of Joe’s lap and running a hand through his hair, giving her a stern look with the corner of his eyes. “Looks like you had enough, after all.”

She didn’t answer, only giggling to herself while staring blankly at the ceiling of the room. Joe looked like she was in a daze, lost in thoughts kept to only to herself this time. Maybe it was better like this, Kyle thought, sliding to the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to get a physician, so… please, behave,” he muttered, hoping to not wake Joe from whatever dream she had going on inside her head.

However, just as he was about to stand back on his feet, her hand closed around the back of his clothes. With her tight grip closed shut, Joe pulled the prince back into the bed, quickly wrapping her arms around his body.

“Don’t go,” she hummed, quickly securing the upper hand and straddling his lap instead this time. Joe looked down at him, her smile just as wide as when she was getting tickled just now. Kyle felt his heart skip a beat, swallowing whatever words he had to say back to her when he looked at her face.

“This is my favorite dream ever,” Joe giggled, leaning forward to hug the prince and rest her head on top of his chest, “Kyle appeared in my dream… we kissed… I could tickle him… and he tickled me back, hehe…”

Kyle clenched his hand, feeling something funny stirring up inside his stomach. Her words reached him, one after the other. Part of him wondered what it would be like later on - was she going to remember this moment and cherish it like a precious memory? Or was it going to become a blurry memory, a feverish dream at best?

The other part of him, however, couldn’t focus on anything else but the present, but the woman he had just before his arms and the way she made his heart beat faster and faster, out of rhythm and control.

He sighed, his hand hesitating before wrapping itself around her body as well, turning that awkward position into a comforting hug. “So… am I always like this in your dreams?”

“Not always,” she hummed, nuzzling her cheek into his chest, filling her nostrils with his scent, “sometimes you act shy and then you get angry, but you always have that cute face and a handsome body… sometimes, heheh, I have really fun dreams…”

“F-fun?”

“Yeah… we are all by ourselves and… you and I… heheh…”

“‘You and I’..?” Kyle repeated, feeling his throat drying up at the sound of those words. Could she mean that they..?

…

“Ahm, Joe?” He called, waiting a couple seconds in the dead silence of the room before calling her out again. Still, no response. “Joe..? You, you didn’t fall asleep, right? Hey, Joe!” He called, louder this time, as he shook her body by her shoulder.

“You can’t be serious!! Gingja Ging! Wake up!! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me again,” Kyle shouted, now on his knees as he stood by her side, trying to get Joe out of her deep, deep slumber. 

“Why do you always fall asleep in the middle of these things? Heey!! Wake up, please,” Kyle cried, hoping that he wouldn’t be left to dream the rest of that story on his own.

[stars4arlo]

☆ insecure ☆

lee!cartman / lers!stan, kyle, kenny ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ wordcount : 2212

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The four boys sat around the lunch table, their conversation punctuated by laughter as they shared stories about the day.

Cartman was in unusually high spirits, having just shared a particularly funny prank he pulled on principal Victoria, which his friends obviously didn’t find that humorous due to its mean nature. 

Cartman’s loud, snorting laugh echoed off the cafeteria walls as he spoke in between giggles. 

“She was so fucking pissed off, guys, seriously. What bitch, right?-”

Kyle and Stan exchanged the same annoyed look. Kyle, who was always more outspoken about Cartman’s annoyances, groaned and rubbed his temples to soothe his headache. 

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, Cartman. Your laugh is the ugliest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

Cartman’s laughter cut off abruptly, the sound replaced by an awkward silence. He blinked, the smile frozen on his face for a moment before it vanished after looking at Stan and Kenny who were nodding their heads in agreement. 

“Are you serious?” Cartman barked defensively as he abruptly stood up, “you all sound like little girls when you laugh! Screw you guys, I’m done with my lunch anyways.” He huffed as he picked up his 3 empty lunch trays and tossed them in the trash, purposefully avoiding the recycling bin where the trays were supposed to go.

The rest of the boys just looked at each other, the tension quickly dispersing as soon as Cartman left.

“Good riddance.” Stan grumbled, earning chuckles from Kenny and Kyle.

Meanwhile, Cartman was now sitting on the other side of the cafeteria, waiting for the period to end. He never thought he’d be so eager to leave lunch.

The longer he stewed over Kyle’s words, the angrier he became. He didn’t understand why he was so affected by the insult since he’d been called every name under the sun, and he prided himself on never feeling insecure because of it.

His laugh was just a part of him. He hadn’t even considered that it might be something people hated.

He thought back to the times his friends had laughed with him… Had they been laughing at him instead?

For the first time in his life, Cartman felt a twinge of self doubt.

Days passed and he became almost sedated as he moped around. He was quieter, less boisterous, but most of all, he didn’t laugh.

Even when he was amused by something, he’d press his lips tightly together to restrain a snort and even refused to smile.

At first nobody noticed or cared, since Cartman went through these phases all the time, but after a month the absence of his usual unapologetic cackle was louder than the laugh.

“Is it just me, or is Cartman being… weird?” Stan asked as they walked to the bus stop, finally voicing what they were all thinking and didn’t want to say. 

“He’s always weird,” Kyle muttered, though he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. “He’s just going through another one of his episodes, he’ll be over it in another week.”

Stan didn’t seem convinced or comforted by Kyle’s words. He knew Cartman was an asshole, but he was still their friend… his mother always said ‘you’re only as happy as your saddest friend’. 

“I have a feeling it’s our fault though.” Stan mumbled, kicking a rock as they approached the bus stop. 

Kenny was already there waiting and he waved at them cheerfully before noticing their demeanor. “Whaff gofin onth?” He asked through his hood.

“Have you noticed that Cartman hasn’t been laughing?” Stan asked Kenny, who promptly nodded. Stan was relieved he wasn’t the only one who was concerned. 

“Do you think it’s because we made fun of his laugh?”

Kyle looked caught off guard by Stan’s words, unable to believe that Cartman could be affected by anything they had to say. 

“Isn’t it a good thing? We finally got him to shut up… why mess with that?”

Stan and Kenny shared a concerned look, torn between their two friends. Finally, Stan sighed. 

“Come on, Kyle. We all know you miss having him around too.”

Kyle blushed and quickly denied it. “What?! I could care less if he laughs!”

“...saying that you ‘could care less’ implies that you do care at least a little bit.” Stan poked Kyle’s side with a teasing smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Kyle let out an undignified squawk mixed with a giggle, “S-StAHaahan! You smartass.” He slapped Stan’s fingers away.

Stan gasped, “That’s it!” He wriggles a finger into Kyle’s rib once more before finally letting the redhead catch his breath. “If he won’t laugh, we’ll just have to make him laugh and prove that it’s not as bad as he thinks.”

Kyle panted and glared at his best friend through teary eyes. “I thought you’d know by now that you can’t make Cartman do anything he doesn’t wanna do.”

That was pretty much basic knowledge, and the boys couldn’t help but agree with Kyle on that note. Still, Stan’s conscience wouldn’t rest until the fatass laughed again.

“When has that stopped us from trying?” Stan probed, trying to light a fire under Kyle’s belly.

 Whenever he was able to get Kyle’s heart set on something, his super best friend would follow him to the ends of the Earth, even if it meant cheering up Cartman.

Kyle shifted his weight from foot to foot and bit the inside of his cheek, symbolizing his reluctance.

He desperately wanted to see Cartman miserable, but his friends were important to him. And they, for whatever reason, saw something in Cartman.

“...Fine. But only for you.” 

Cartman was supposed to be at Kyle’s house for a group project, but he’d made an excuse not to go, claiming he was violently ill and throwing up.

While he assumed his friends were hard at work, Cartman was at home shoveling mass amounts of rocky road ice cream into his mouth.

When the door rang, he groaned. “Myeeemmm, someones at the door!”

“Coming!” Liane said in a sing-songy voice as she brushed past her son, giving him a small pat to which the boy smacked her hand away. “Oh, boys! What a lovely surprise.”

“Hi, Ms. Cartman. Can we talk to Eric?” Kyle asked respectfully.

He didn’t exactly like Cartman’s mom, since he believed she was the reason why he was the way he was, but he also understood she got dealt a bad hand in life.

Liane smiled and stepped aside for them to come in. “I really hope you can cheer up my little poopsikins. He’s been so blue lately.”

They all cringed and looked at each other, all sharing the same look of guilt. They were led into the living room to see Cartman laying there in a pile of snacks.

“Too sick to study, huh? How’s your tummy feeling?” Kyle said sarcastically, startling Cartman.

He turned down the TV and turned to look at his 3 friends standing in the doorway. 

“... What the hell do you want?” Cartman grumbled.

“We want you to stop moping around like a sensitive crybaby.” Stan exclaimed, sitting down on the couch to which Cartman quickly whined that he was messing up his stuff.

Cartman growled and kicked his blankets and wrappers off the couch. “I’m not sensitive!”

“You sure?” Kenny asked as he sat on Cartman’s other side, a smug tone in his voice that made Cartman tense up a bit. 

“O…Of course I am. It’s not like I care that you said my laugh is the ugliest thing you’ve ever heard.” 

Kyle, who was standing across the room with his arms across his chest, softened a little at Cartman’s obvious insecurity.

He could pretend to be tough and unaffected all he wanted to, but Cartman was clearly much more delicate than he thought he was.

“Well you seem to remember it pretty well for someone who doesn’t care.” 

Cartman bit the inside of his cheek and looked away, feeling cornered by his friends as they stared at him. He usually loved attention but ever since his pride was wounded, he wasn’t as eager for recognition.

After a beat of awkward silence, Kenny decided to make the first move, lightly fluttering his fingers on Cartman’s chubby belly.

Cartman was very caught off guard by the action, and a surprised laugh escaped him that made the boys smile.

Cartman protected the side that Kenny was attacking. “Wh-what the hell, you gay assh-ahahaAHAHAH!” 

Cartman’s laughter escalated as he neglected to protect his other side, which Stan had immediately followed suit in his own tickling. 

“STAahahann!” He snorted and covered his mouth. “Fuck off, kill yourselves!” Cartman shrieked as he shrunk away from their fingers, falling off the couch and trying to escape.

“Grab him!” Stan exclaimed, knowing that Cartman was pretty slippery.

They followed him to the floor and managed to pin his flailing limbs which were thrashing wildly in an attempt to escape or injure his captors. 

“Ey! What’s the big idea?! You trying to rape me or something?!”

Kyle growled, shoving his hands into Cartman’s now exposed armpits. 

“Shut the hell up, you fat fuck. You had this coming to you.”

Cartman barked out a laugh as he wriggled like a worm on a hook. “Pft- Aahahahah! Stop, I don’t wanna laugh!”

“Well that’s too damn bad.” Stan smirked, poking at Cartman’s thighs which caused the bigger boy to scream bloody murder. “We felt like assholes for making you all insecure.”

Cartman’s cheeks began to feel warm at the realization that his friends were doing this just to hear him laugh, even if it was loud and somewhat ugly.

As he looked up at them through teary eyes, he noticed them smiling too, almost in fondness. Still, he wasn’t about to let them get away with it.

“G-Gahahaha, STOP IT ALREADY!” Cartman cackled, pounding his fists into the carpet of his living room floor.

“Hm… We’ll consider it if you forgive us.” Stan gave the other two ticklers a look, to which they both nodded in agreement.

“Fuck no!”

Kenny fluttered his fuzzy gloved fingers over Cartman’s neck which caused a stream of snorty giggles to escape him. “Awwhh…heth sounds like a pihggie!” 

“Yeah. Looks like one too.” Kyle commented as he watched his friend thrash and squeal. 

Cartman couldn’t speak through his laughter, and they knew damn well how dramatic he could be, and they’d never hear the end of it if they pushed him too far… so all 6 hands withdrew from his body for him to catch his breath.

Cartman laid sprawled on the carpet, red-faced and panting like a winded dog. His cheeks were flushed, hair a mess.

He glared daggers up at the trio hovering above him, still catching their own breath and grinning like they’d just won a prize fight.

“You guys are such assholes,” Cartman growled between gasps, wiping at his eyes as if to hide the tears of laughter that still clung to his lashes.

“Yeah, well,” Stan shrugged, “at least we don’t smell like bean dip.”

Cartman groaned and flopped back dramatically onto the carpet, his arms sprawled out in surrender. “I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t,” Kenny said cheerfully, plopping onto Cartman’s stomach like a beanbag.

The boy huffed and smacked at Kenny’s back in protest, but it was half-hearted at best.

“You missed us.” Stan knelt beside them, nudging Cartman’s side gently with his elbow.

Cartman turned his head away, cheeks puffed. “I didn’t miss you, I missed the ice cream that you bastards interrupted.”

Kyle, who had been suspiciously quiet during the aftermath, crossed his arms and glanced away, trying to appear unaffected. “For the record, I still think your laugh is annoying.”

Cartman rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Well for the record, I think your hair looks like a mop.”

Kyle’s eyes widened as he stepped forward, mouth agape. “You son of a—”

“BUT,” Cartman interrupted, smirking up at him now, “I guess I can forgive you guys. Eventually. Maybe.”

Stan snorted. “You guess? You’re lucky we even bothered cheering your mopey ass up in the first place.”

“You know what, screw you—”

“We’re gonna tickle you again if you don’t shut up,” Kyle warned with a dangerous smile, wriggling his fingers ominously.

Cartman shrieked and curled up instinctively. “OKAY, OKAY! Truce! Fucking truce!”

The boys laughed, collapsing in various positions around Cartman on the living room floor. For a while, no one spoke. Just the soft hum of the TV in the background and the sound of their breathing as they relaxed into the chaotic peace they’d grown up with.

After a long pause, Cartman muttered, “You know… I still think my laugh is kinda dumb.”

Stan looked over. “Dude. Everyone’s laugh is dumb. That’s what makes it funny.”

Kenny nodded. “I thound like a dying walruth when I laugh too hard.”

Kyle smirked. “And I sound like a goose getting choked.”

“…You really do,” Cartman muttered.

“See?” Stan said, nudging him. “We all sound ridiculous. Who cares?”

Cartman was quiet for a second. Then, slowly, his lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “You guys are gay.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s gay to care about your friends,” Kyle corrected before relaxing back onto the carpet. “But you’re stuck with us, fatass. Just like we’re stuck with you.”

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a/n: yeesh this one was bad... but it was rotting in my WIP file for literal months, so i hope someone appreciates it

goodbye earthlings! ๋࣭ ⭑⚝🛸๋࣭ ⭑⚝

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

can you pls write a fic with lee!stan and ler!kyle🙏

Hi gigglers! This is more of a drabble than a fic but hope you enjoy!

"No, seriously. It's not funny Kyle", Stan said as firmly as he could, although his voice quivered a bit. The boy had tried a shortcut out of the KFC bathrooms, avoiding the narrow path for a squeeze down the even narrower staircase. It was a dumb idea, but Stan wasn't the biggest fan of how repetitive and boring school days could be, so he took every opportunity for an adventure. Now he was paying the price.

"Aww, come on Stan", Kyle said in his teasy voice, "Can I just give you a little tickle wickle?"

Stan blushed heavily and groaned, "Don't say that. Now let me out!"

Kyle walked closer toward the staircase threateningly, his fingers in claws.

"Any last words Stan?"

Kyle could be very evil sometimes. Stan shut his eyes tight and tried desperately to wiggle free, but to no avail. He knew that he would be able to get out with his friends' help, but Kyle wasn't being the best friend at the moment.

"Come on bro, friends don't take advantage of friends when they get in difficult situaTIONS!" Stan's lecture was cut short, him squealing and erupting into a peel of giggles as Kyle reached his hand behind the staircase to poke and scribble at his side.

Kyle's evil face lit up in an expression of pure malicious delight. Stan's giggles were a bit pained at the edges, as he squirmed as far as his body would let him in the tight space. Kyle withdrew his hand - he wanted to have a spurt of fun, not actually assault the boy. Kyle reached his hand in to get Stan out, and pulled heavily, leading Stan to topple out and fall on top of him. In an instinctive move, the ginger-haired boy flipped Stan over so that their positions were switched, not wanting Stan to take advantage of a potentially strategic standpoint.

Stan frowned - "Hey, get off me asshole!"

Kyle did as he was told, allowing Stan to get up and shake his head.

"I can't believe you did that man. After, after all we've been through".

Stan's expression made Kyle's heart drop in guilt - "Come on, it wasn't that bad was it?"

Stan decided to keep up the act - "It is! And you know what the worst part is?" Stan tried to force tears, "I d-didn't even g-get you back".

For a while Kyle felt his stomach sink, regretting all of his life choices and feeling like the most horrible friend in the world. Stan just looked at Kyle's defeated expression, waiting for the ginger to process what he had just said.

"Hey...wait a second..."

Stan smiled, his smile quickly turning into a smirk, "So now do you get it?"

Kyle, who was considerably more ticklish than Stan, made a run for it.

[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.

[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

[princessofthisworldsfuture]

awwwwwhh~!!

Woop :3

this is a drawing I wanted to do cuz the fic was so CUTE 😵😵💗

istg y’all go read @fluffleetoasts fic with these two !! it’s linked here ⬅️⬅️⬅️

anyways bye bye ><

[lovelynim]

For his highness

Side Characters Deserve Love Too - Kyle x Joe

A/N: I can only thank @dirtpie39 so much for the trust and support that motivated this fic. It was a pleasure work for these two and I hope I could make justice to them ehe

Also, can't post this without thanking @/ticklygiggles for beta reading ti for me, ofc ofc

Summary: Kyle decided to show up at the worst time possible: just as Joe was about to end the duel with her own hands. The solution to avoid the prince's scolding? Run!

Word count: 3040 words

The sword stops inches away from the Vetgen’s head. He, in fact, was just as surprised when the end didn’t come for him. The knight wondered what could have spared him from death, unable to predict what he would see when he opened his eyes and looked up to his opponent.

“I’m talking to you, Joe,” Kyle said, his voice seemingly echoing throughout the place, carrying enough strength to stop Joe’s sword in its tracks. Despite the calm, composed exterior, there was no doubt about the prince’s true emotions, about the burning inner rage that each of those words represented. “How long do I have to stare at your back?” Kyle insisted, his hands folded behind his back as he made sure to keep his posture.

Joe, on the other hand, already gave up on every lesson she was recently taught. She clung at her sword, her shoulders slouching forward while she faced the skies. Maybe if she didn’t move, the prince would think it was someone else? Maybe even leave her alone to finish her duel?

“I’d like you to explain what’s going on.”

Vegten looked up to Joe’s face, confused at what was going on. To his surprise, the fear he once hoped to strike on Joe during their duel was now showing on her face because of the prince’s request.

Her body trembled, her grip at the sword faltered. How was she even going to explain this? And, even worse, talk to Kyle about the reason behind this duel? Of course, not to mention the fact that she was ready to behead one of the marquis Collin’s knights.

Joe could feel the prince’s burning gaze on her back and she didn’t even need to turn around to know what kind of expression he was making. He was definitely angry. Angry enough to trigger her flight-or-fight instinct - and since the fight was over, this was the perfect time to flight.

A small, composed gasp left Kyle’s lips once he noticed the sword being tossed away. In the split of a second, before he could do any further confrontations, Joe was already dashing away from the scene. There wasn’t time for orders, it was clear she wouldn’t listen to him. So, with that in mind, Kyle knew there was only one thing he could do: chase her. 

“Why are you running away?! Come back here!”

“Agh! No!!”

While the prince chased away the knight, all the other people present in the makeshift arena inside the training camps dropped their jaws in what could only be described as a mixture of concern and awe. All, but one: sir Snow, who scoffed a soft, short chuckle at the scene. ‘How nice is it to be young’, he thought while making sure to ease the other knights’ worry. Snow knew they needed this time to settle and would, eventually, be back.

Back to the prince and the knight, Joe pressed her eyes shut, begging for each of her legs’ muscles to not give up on her now. She could hear Kyle’s steps getting louder as the prince quickly approached her and, if she didn’t want to get caught, she had to think of a way out and she had to do it fast!

“Stop running!” Kyle ordered, again, from behind, but the only answer he got from the other was an annoyed groan. 

Joe cursed the prince’s endurance inside her head, knowing she was probably just about to get caught. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts while deciding - in the blink of a second - to face the ‘problem’ head on. That was it, all or nothing. 

Digging her heel into the ground, Joe braked and interrupted her sprint. She quickly spun around, facing the prince like a beast tamer would face a fierce lion charging at them. She knew what she had to do, how to achieve her way out of the incoming scolding.

Kyle, surprised at her sudden stop, couldn’t help but to run into Joe’s arms, barely managing to slow down or avoid the crash. “W-what are you-”

“Heh,” she scoffed, looking up to him, “caught you.”

Just as he was about to question her words, Kyle felt a shiver running up his body. A foreign, unexpected feeling that made his brain short circuit and his nerves freeze, overwhelmed. The prince barely had time to look down to Joe’s hands before this same sensation washed over him again, forcing a loud squeal past his lips.

“H-HEHEY!” Kyle laughed, trying to step back and make his way out of Joe’s hug while she squeezed his hips again and again. “S-stoho- AH! J-Johohoe, whahat are- hngh! S-stahap!”

“Can’t fight it, hm?” She grinned, her hands evading his in their attempts of stopping her tickling. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you want me to stop running? Why are you running away now, your highness?”

“B-becahause- agh, n-noho!”

Kyle gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep his composure while looking for any openings in her “attack”. However, the only thing the prince managed to get from watching Joe more than watching his own steps was to lose his balance, his steps faltering as walked over the unfamiliar and uneven grounds of the training camp.

“Oops ~” Joe mused, seizing the opportunity - just like the old man Snow taught her - and moving her hands up to the prince’s shoulders. After giving him a gentle, but strong push, Joe watched Kyle fall down like a lumberjack would watch a falling tree, trying her best to not laugh too loud at the scene of the prince falling on his own butt.

“Y-you, what are you thin- w-woAHI”

Still, this wasn’t the time to call herself the victor of this little battle, Joe thought. She had already found an opening in his posture and, if he was out of breath, he wouldn’t possibly be able to keep chasing her, right?

“Your highness, my goodness, why are you in such a terrible mood?” Joe feigned worry, holding her cheek against her hand after making herself a seat at the top of his legs. “Let’s get rid of this frown first, then I’ll give you the explanation you wanted! ~”

Wasting not a single other second after that, Joe put her hands back into work, latching at Kyle’s sides and squeezing the spot through his clothes. Her fingers prodded at the spots below his lowest ribs and then moved to his waist, looking for any seemingly more ticklish spot. “Come on ~ where’s that beautiful smile of yours, your highness?”

“J-Johohoe, you- agh, stohohop this nohohonsense!” He grunted, tugging at her hands as if his life depended on it. He planted his heels onto the ground, kicking the grass behind her while laying his head back. 

Kyle gritted his teeth, trying to stop any more giggles from spilling past his lips. Still, with each prod, tickle or squeeze, the bubbling - or, better saying, burning - need to break apart in a puddle of laughter grew stronger and stronger. “T-thihis is not- ahah, nohot the time for jehehesting!”

The scene was way too good for Joe not to be smiling herself, meeting Kyle’s annoyed, crooked up smile with a fond, but sly smug. How could she ever forget how charming, how adorable he was?

Joe shook her head, snapping back from any fantasy her brain could form and focused back at what she had in her hands at that time. “Oh, if that was the case, you wouldn’t be laughing, would you?” Joe teased, poking at both his sides and earning a strangled squeal from the prince.

“I-I’m lahahauing because- agh, becahause you ahahare tihihickling me!!”

“Ah, is that it? But you’re still looking waaay too angry, your highness. Are my jests not enough for you?” She giggled, bringing both her hands down to his stomach and poking around where his navel would be.

Joe watched each reaction carefully, putting on her best efforts in, besides tickling the prince, avoiding his pesky hands that continued oh-so-determined to stop hers in their tracks. This wasn’t so different from sword fighting, she thought, an amused smirk pulling at her lips.

Just like when wielding a weapon, if Kyle’s hand covered his stomach, Joe needed to avoid clashing his ‘defenses’ head on and look for an opening somewhere else - at his sides, for example. Now, if Kyle tried to grab her hands, Joe needed to pull her hand away and then “charge” forward again, latching her fingers somewhere else and surprising him with a renewed ticklish assault.

Still, even more annoying than Kyle’s hands trying to stop her was his endurance. Tickling his sides, poking his stomach and even clawing at his ribcage, all seemed to earn her a good reaction, to actually tickle him, but none were enough to break past the hardened shell he built around him, successfully restraining most of his sweet laughter.

“You know,” Joe hummed, pinning one of Kyle’s hands against the grassy ground while her other hand tickled his exposed side, “this would be a lot better if you just laugh, your highness ~”

“Sh-shuhut it, Johohoe!” Kyle grunted, twisting and turning his torso around, flailing like a fish out of water. He tried to reach for Joe’s hand, either to free his restrained arm or to stop the ticklish assault against his body, but all of his attempts were fruitless. “Juhust stohop, it’s an ohohorder!”

She snickered, barely containing a giggle from escaping her own lips as those words reached her. “Pfft, a ‘what’, your highness? I couldn’t understand it. Could you repeat yourself for me? ~” Joe added with both mirth and mockery poisoning her voice, how could she resist taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime situation?

Still, his reactions were far from what she expected, from what she wanted. Kyle was laughing, yes, but these quiet, composed giggles weren’t enough for her. This was probably the reaction that fitted him the best, if she really thought about him, but he could get more, right?

While these thoughts came up inside her head, one idea popping up after the other, a (loud) detail caught her attention when her fingers tickled a little closer to Kyle’s waist. Did he just-

“J-Joe!” Kyle whined, gritting his teeth while a faint shade of red began to take over his cheeks, spreading over his face to the tip of his ears and down to his neck. “Don’t y-you dahare!!”

“Oh?” She widened her eyes, shaking her head to free it from any nasty, improper thoughts. “But I didn’t even say anything,” she grinned, her hand already resting over Kyle’s hips, making the prince shiver in anticipation.

Kyle scrunched up his shoulders slightly as those predator-like eyes landed on him. He tugged at his restrained arm, trying to free his hand while shifting his gaze between Joe’s face and her hand at his hip. l“I-I’m telling you! D-do not!”

“‘Do not’ what, your highness?”

“T-tickle me, of course, your mor- no, wahait!” Kyle widened his eyes in panic as realization settled in. “J-Joe, wahait, I didn’t meahAHAHA- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!”

“There it is,” she mused proudly, her thumb digging into his hips while her other fingers tickled the back of his side, earning the reaction she was craving for this whole time. “Now I’m seeing some progress! Isn’t this much better than frowning like you were doing, your highness?”

“I-IT’S NOHOHOT!!” Kyle laughed, his eyes pressing shut while small tears of mirth clung to his lashes. The air could barely make it to his lungs before it was forced out by his bright, contagious laughter. “YOU AHAHARE KILLING MEHEHE!!”

“Oh, don’t be such a cry baby. How can this be killing you?” Joe mocked, letting go of his hand to tickle both his hips. 

The reaction that followed surprised both of them as Kyle buckled his hips like a wild horse, kicking his feet high up in the air before laying on the ground, helplessly pawing at her hands while what seemed like an endless stream of giggles poured from his lips. “J-JOHOHOE!! PLEHEHEASE!! AHAhahah, I cahaHAHAnt tahahake it!”

Joe let out a small, breathless sigh, losing track of the seconds that passed her by while admiring the prince’s smile. It was all worth it: the incoming scolding, the chasing and even the fight against Vegten. For him, it was all worth it.

“J-JOHOHOE! I caHAHAhan’t breheheath!! PlehEHEHehease!!”

“O-oh,” she muttered, feeling the heat taking over her own cheeks while coming back to her senses. Right, breathing, he still needed to do that, yes. “I’m s-sorry, your highness, was it too much?”

“Y-yohou- hahh… b-bastard,” he groaned, his body going limp, barely having energy to look at her.

Joe chuckled, getting on her knees and then back up on her feet. “Well,” she hummed, patting her legs to dust off her clothes, “guess that leaves my explanation for another day.”

“H-huh?” Kyle perked his head up, seeing Joe turning around, “w-wait, I’m not d-done with you!”

“Haha, sorry, your highness, that will have to wait. Now, if you excus- h-hey!” Joe widened her eyes, looking back down to her legs to see Kyle’s fingers tightly wrapped around her ankle. “Y-your highness! Let g-”

“I said,” Kyle inhaled, narrowing his eyes before pulling Joe’s ankle and, consequently, taking her down to the ground with him, “that I’m not done with you, Joe!”

A strong, and dreadful, sense of deja vu passed through Joe’s mind as he fell face first to the ground. Yes, this happened before - no, better saying, it just happened. So, did that mean Kyle planned to-

“AHAHaha, y-yohohour highness!! W-wahahait!”

Yes, he did.

“Not until you explain yourself,” Kyle groaned playfully, sitting on the back of Joe’s legs while his fingers crept up her sides. Sparked by revenge, his digits dug into the knight’s body, climbing up her torso like spiders up a wall.

To make things worse, Joe couldn’t see Kyle or his hands. Even if she tried to look over her shoulder, she could barely keep her eyes open as giggle after giggle came out of her mouth.

Joe aimlessly flailed her hands, getting only faint hopes of protecting herself from the ticklish onslaught that followed whenever she touched Kyle’s hands, even if it was just for a brief moment before he evaded her and resumed the tickling.

“S-Slohohow doHOHOhow, you h-hihighness! It tihihickles!”

“That’s not what I asked you, Joe,” Kyle grinned, his fingers drumming at her ribs in a way that provoked embarrassingly loud squeals out of her. “But I can definitely tell you can’t stand what you dish out, hm?”

“Y-YehEHEHes!!” She pressed her head against the ground, the blades of grass also brushing against her cheeks and ears, making the whole thing even worse: it itched, but in a way that also tickled and made her skin prickle with goosebumps. So unfair! “ThehEHEn plehehease, s-show some mehehercy, yohohour h-highness!”

Kyle chuckled quietly to himself, still prodding and poking at Joe’s ribcage and the space between each bone. She probably didn’t have such an easy time pinning him down, he thought, taking full advantage of his raw strength and weight to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere before ‘paying for her crime’.

“‘Mercy’, you say? Did you even consider that a couple minutes ago?” Kyle sighed, shaking his head while clawing at Joe’s ribs, making her back arch while her laughter rose another pitch. “Or, even better, while you were swaying your sword at that man?”

“I- AHAhahah, I cahAHAn explahahain!! I swehehear!” She groaned through her fit of giggles, clenching her hands into fists and ripping the poor, innocent blades of grass that surrounded them off the ground.

It took her so much effort, so many different attempts, so much time searching for the right spot to get the prince to laugh, but here she was, losing her head after he barely started tickling her. Was his endurance that much better than hers or… was he simply not as ticklish?

These thoughts barely had time to sit on her head and be processed. Soon, the only thing Joe could think of how dangerous it would be if Kyle’s hands climbed any further up! “P-PLEHEhehease, yohohour highness! Nohohot thehehere!”

“You said you could explain,” Kyle muttered, looking down at her now that he was the one dealing the cards - or, better saying, doing the tickling, “then do explain yourself, Joe. I’ve been dying to hear what could possibly justify that behavior.”

She gritted her teeth, the original color of her cheeks replaced by that hot shade of pink a long time ago. If she explained, he would surely get angry, but if she didn’t, then she would surely lose her mind!

Joe pressed her elbows down against her sides, trying to curl her body up into a ball and free her legs from under the prince’s. “I c-cahahan!! I-if you stohohop!”

Kyle grinned down at her, meeting her eyes when she finally found a way to look back at him. Well, let’s hear what she had to say.

…

“You’ve seen me get into fights before. I had some minor scuffles in the cafeteria. I even had a fight with his highness Isak,” Joe mumbled, her voice tainted with defeat while the only sound that followed them besides her voice was from her heels being dragged over the ground. “I fight people all the time. It’s not a big deal, your highness.”

 “Do you even want to go back to being a woman?” Kyle groaned, annoyed after finally - after some thorough interrogation - becoming aware of the context of that duel.

Joe sighed, feeling the warmth of the sunset on her back as Kyle continued to drag her over the training camp, probably back to where the old man Snow and the others were. ‘He caught me’, she thought, still not believing the sequence of events that filled that afternoon.

Despite the incoming scolding, Joe sighed, pleased. In the end, she could still stand her ground and protect Kyle’s honor - and, even better than that, she got to see him smile and laugh all by herself. It was worth it, she thought while nodding.

For his highness, she could - and would - do it all over and over again.

[stariez-artz]

Have some tickle art that I drew but never dropped

[hats-kun]

"The Cartman Experiment"

El día había empezado como cualquier otro en South Park: una nevada absurda en abril, una discusión sin sentido entre Stan y Kyle, y Kenny muriendo tras resbalarse con una barra de granola congelada. Hasta ahí, todo normal.

"I'm telling you, Jews can't jump!" Cartman said.

-"What the hell does that have to do with volleyball, idiot?!" Kyle said angrily. The fact that Cartman won't let go of his Jewish origins had already tired him out years ago.

Stan covered his face with both hands. "Oh my God, here we go again..."

Butters, shivering with a cup of hot chocolate, muttered, "I think Mr. Cartman says some very... intense things sometimes..."

After several minutes of insults and snowballs thrown at him, Kyle threw his backpack to the ground in frustration and yelled, "You're an asshole! You couldn't beat me at anything, not even making me laugh!"

Cartman froze. Literally. A snowball hit him right in the ear. But his mind... oh, his mind was already racing. That last sentence was swirling around in his head like a giant, glittering cloud. Make Kyle laugh? Make him admit that something I did was funny, even if it was a reflex? That would be... glorious.

A malicious smile—one of those that usually leads to legal trouble—spread across his face. “Heh… heh… THAT’S ALL.” He muttered just before running off toward his house like a lunatic.

Stan watched him run. “God… whatever he’s planning, it can’t be good.

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One day later

In his basement, Cartman had proclaimed himself the “Supreme Scientist,” wearing a stolen hospital gown, oversized safety goggles, and standing beneath a banner that read, “Project: Jewish Laughter.” Spread out on the table were tools, feathers, paintbrushes of varying sizes, a tape recorder, and a strapped-down wooden chair, clearly recycled from a failed school project once involving Butters and a carnivorous plant. “Welcome to the Lab of Progress… Kyle.” He gently stroked a feather as if it were a cat, his eyes glittering with madness.

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The next day, he convinced Stan and Kenny to take Kyle to the basement under the guise of an "ecojustice discussion."

"Why the hell would we talk about that at your house?" Stan said, puzzled.

—"BECAUSE YES! It's for a school presentation on how minorities, like red-haired Jews, can help stop climate change... or whatever!"

Kenny muttered something that sounded like "this is going to go wrong" but agreed anyway.

Once Kyle made it down to the dark basement, the lights came on. Suddenly, he was tied to the wooden chair, confused and furious, and he didn't even notice when he'd walked past. Cartman stood in front of him, holding a pen, grinning like a psychopath.

—"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, CARTMAN?!" —said Kyle alarmed, with Cartman this never went well

-"Shhh... calm down, test subject. You're about to take part in a groundbreaking scientific experiment. I'm going to prove that even a bitter troll like you can laugh with the right stimulation!"

— "NO! No way are you going to... HAHAHAHA! YOU BASTARD! THAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Cartman had started with a precise touch to the ribs.

—"Heh... Fascinating reaction! Noted: Highly sensitive chest area."

Stan and Kenny were watching from the doorway. Stan was about to say something, but Kenny stopped him. "Wait... if Kyle laughs... it's like the end of the world. I need to see this," he said, his voice muffled.

Kyle writhed furiously in the chair, the leather straps tightened around each limb and his hat half askew from all the struggling. "CARTMAN, LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL BREAK YOUR TEETH IN THIS CHAIR THE SECOND I'M FREE!"

" Cartman adjusted his lab goggles with exaggerated flair. "Tsk tsk, patient 24601... that hostile attitude doesn't help the progress of science. Now, prepare for Phase One: Light Tactile Stimulation." He took out a small, thin quill, like something from a medieval scribe's kit, and gently ran it down the side of Kyle's neck.

Kyle frowned. “Really? A feather? What are you, a 1930s cartoon? This isn’t…” But then Cartman changed direction: He dropped the feather into Kyle’s ribs, sliding it in with surgical precision. “PFFF… HAHAHA! DAMN IT! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!”

Cartman jumped back, jotting down notes in a school notebook covered in Cheesy Poofs stickers. "Interesting! Rib area: 7.8 inches tenderness. Immediate reaction. Hypothesis confirmed: the Jew can laugh."

Stan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, disapproving. "Dude, this is starting to look more like a weird revenge plot than an experiment."

"Shut up, Stan! You can't stop the march of knowledge. Besides, didn't you say yesterday that you wished Kyle would laugh for once?

Stan fell silent. Kenny chuckled. "It's like watching the Discovery Channel, but way more messed up."

" Butters stepped forward, shaking, holding the notebook Cartman had assigned him as an "assistant." "W-do you want me to write that down, Mr. Cartman?"

""Yeah, Butters, check it out, Kyle sounds like an asthmatic goat when he laughs. It could be genetic." Cartman pulled out a second quill. "Two at once?! Who the hell do you think you are, a Batman villain?" Kyle yelled.

"¡I think I'm a hero of human knowledge, Kyle! And you're the perfect test subject!" Cartman declared, lowering both feathers to Kyle's sides and moving them in time, up and down, as if he were playing a human xylophone.

""HAHAHAHA! STOP! YOU FAT PSYCHOPATH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

""Oh, wow! Verbal backlash. But... you're laughing, aren't you, Kyle?" Cartman paused and turned to the others. "See? This is art. This is science and justice, combined in a dance of tickling and hate."

Stan leaned closer, a little uncomfortable. "Cartman... you had your moment. Can we untie him before he starts hyperventilating?"

Kenny watched intently. "(He hasn't even touched his feet yet...)" Cartman's eyes widened in a eureka moment. "Kenny, you're a genius! Activating Phase Three!" Cartman knelt at the foot of the chair and began removing Kyle's boots.

"NO! DON'T DO IT!" You dare, Cartman! I swear to God I'll kill you!

—Heh... that's the reaction I was hoping for. He pulled off his boots with difficulty (and the awful sound of accumulating winter sweat). Kyle turned as red as a tomato.

—Don't do it! CARTMAN! NOT MY FEET! IT'S NOT FUNNY! Cartman was already in, using both feathers and even his tongue like it was a good tasting session. "HAHAHAHAHA! SON OF A... AHHHHH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS IN BLOOD!"

Stan covered his face. Kenny was crying with laughter. Butters had already collapsed in a chair from the stress. Finally, Kyle managed to break one of the restraints. His arm was free.

"Oh, no..." Cartman whispered.

"You're. Dead." Cartman ran for his life. Kenny threw Kyle his boots. Stan was long gone, muttering something about therapy. And while Kyle chased Cartman down the stairs with a pen in his hand, Butters stayed in the lab, still taking notes:

"Final note: Subject one hates tickling. And Subject Cartman is totally screwed. End of experiment."

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@Shameless switch

I finally finished it. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you like it. If there are any weird things in the writing, it's because I'm a Spanish speaker, I'm Mexican, and I got this after I put it into Google Translate. Anyway, I hope you like it. And feel free to make more requests. Maybe later I'll make a list of fandoms I could write for. Thanks.

[dannystheone]

Welcome home!!! So exciting to hear from you again!

Can I ask what your South Park fic is going to be? Who’s the lee/ler?

Thank you so much! I still can't believe it lmao

Sure! I decided to just put the fic here lol

I had this idea over deployment and I kicked myself cause why didn't I think of it before lol

Here is the mash-up song that is referenced in the fic! I know super last year LMAO stop I haven't been here

also sorry if my formatting is weird and my writing is rusty it's obviously been a while but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

WARNINGS: Cursing, references to SH (self harm) and drinking

Which Song? (Lee/Ler Jersey Shore Kyle/ Lee/Ler Goth Stan) (aged up)

Jersey Shore!Kyle and Goth!Stan are having a sleepover and decided to pull out the karaoke for this one! But which song can they agree on despite their differing tastes?

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"Hey, Stan. Stan- Stan. Watch me." Stan looked up begrudgingly to Kyle with one pierced eyebrow raised expectantly. Well, it was a stud glued on to his skin, but he would never admit it. Stan watched as Kyle flipped his black cap backward on his head and donned stylish black shades.

Kyle adopted a stance that showed off his lean yet toned torso and picked up his phone to start taking selfies. Wearing a tight white tank top and Elmo pajama bottoms that hung off his hips, Stan was his complete opposite dressed in all baggy blacks and grays.

"What? I'm watching you make thirst traps? You're gross." Stan rolled his eyes and looked back down at his phone. Alt TikTok was his current addiction. Anyone who danced on Tik-Tok like mindless zombies were posers.

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

"...sounds pretty fucking good." Kyle finished. They both smirked at each other, everything wordlessly forgiven as it always was since they were kids, and picked up the microphone, where they proceeded to sing their hearts out for the rest of the night.

[slimeylee]

Toolshed's Improved Tools

characters : kyle broflovski ( human kite ) & stan marsh ( toolshed ) -- request for anon !!

" So if we beat up our past selves , does that mean we change the future ? "  " Maybe we split off into another timeline . "

lee ! human kite , ler ! toolshed - south park tickle fic :3 WARNING : this fic includes the use of tools !

In the lair of the Coon and Friends residing in Cartman's mom's basement , conversation was rather dead tonight . There weren't any of South Park's typical strange situations ... no fire in Kenny's house , no oil spills , no evil almighty dark lords . The group were superheroes all night , and typically they all did their own thing in the basement until an announcement was brought up . Just in case .

Professor Chaos sat quietly in his cage with Mysterion sat chatting with him . The Coon watched television and ate Cheesy Poofs , Fastpass and Tupperware talked at the table , Mintberry Crunch sat with Captain Diabetes in a far corner of the base . The Human Kite and Toolshed sat in a separate corner of the base as well . Toolshed had told Kite a bit ago that he had been working on some new , upgraded tools .

So that's just what they did . In the corner of the base , Toolshed and Human Kite sat and looked over Toolshed's tools . " I'm still kinda working on this one , but this is a hammer that can do permanent damage to even the strongest villain's bones ! " Toolshed exclaimed , picking up a sledgehammer that had bolts on either side from the bucket of finished and work-in-progress tools he was working on . " I don't know if I'm gonna add anything else yet , but I might add a mini shield or something to protect myself from the enemy . " He explained . He wasn't actually too sure how it would work in general ( in superhero terms ) , but he came up with stuff as he went on . " Cool ! " Kite exclaimed , a big grin on his face . He loved watching Toolshed be passionate about his works , even if it was just a game .

" Wanna see some of the ones I finished ? I've been waiting to show you them and I actually wanted to try a couple out with you , " Toolshed said . The Human Kite's expression became slightly worried , slightly concerned . " Don't worry , they won't actually hurt you -- they're not actually designed to hurt -- they're more meant to stun . " Toolshed explained . Kite loosened up a bit , " Oh , okay . Sure then . " He nodded , and Tool immediately smirked a bit ... that couldn't be good . Maybe he should've turned down the offer ? Too late now , he presumed .

" Let's do this one first , " Toolshed said , pulling up a screwdriver out of the bin . But it wasn't any ordinary screwdriver -- it had a ... feather , taped to the tip . " I don't have names for any of these yet . I'll show you how it works . We can spar , " Toolshed explained , and Kite stood from his spot on the floor . " Alright , sounds good . "

" Okay ... and , go ! " Stan started to somersault in different directions , rolling and jumping from one spot to another . Kite spread his arms , ' flying ' around and ' shooting ' with his laser eyes while making " Pew pew ! Pew ! " sound effects . Kite whooshed behind Stan , a wrong move , to which Stan took as an opportunity to tackle Kite to the floor . " Ah ! - Wait , I was - FLYing ! " The Human Kite immediately yelped .

Kyle had immediately broke character in that moment as the gentle feather of Toolshed's screwdriver fluffed under his chin . " Wait -- Toolshed ! Ahahahahah -- what the heheck ! " The Human Kite giggled and squirmed beneath Toolshed , turning his head away to try and escape the tingly sensation that the feather brought . " Effective , right ? " Shed asked . " T-Tohohoolshed stohop ! That tihickles ! " Kite whined with loud giggles as Toolshed skittered the feather over his chin , neck and ears .

From his belt , Toolshed grabbed out another screwdriver . This one was a normal screwdriver . It was one of those ones with the thin , straight tip rather than a pointed tip . Kite got the chance to catch his breath as the feather-tipped screwdriver was placed down , immediately breaking into laughter again as he felt gentle but quick pokes being peppered around his abdomen .

" FUHUhuck ! Tohohoolshed ! Gehet off ! " Kite made a desperate attempt to cover his stomach , but with Toolshed prodding in different areas , it made it hard to cover himself immediately . " Ihihit tihickles ! " Human Kite whined a second time. " That's kind of the point , dude , " Toolshed chuckled at Kite's current situation .

" Oh yeah , I had another one I wanted to show you . " Toolshed smirked . In a rush , he stood up and ran to the box of tools . Human Kite lay practically defenseless on the floor in a flurry of giggles and pants , making an attempt to stand up .

Unfortunately for him , Toolshed was quicker . He immediately straddled Kite's waist again . " Thought you could escape ? " He grinned , holding up the tool he had acquired in the short amount of time . It was a wrench -- A wrench that looked normal , til with the push of a small button it ' transformed ' . The top half of the wrench twirled up , and it was connected to a contraption that made the top half of it spin whenever Stan pushed down the button .

Human Kite panicked and began to thrash underneath Toolshed . " Waitwaitwaitwait -- let's tahahalk about this ! Please ! " Kite whined , looking at the tool with a look of anticipation and ( playful ) terror . Toolshed smirked , " It looks like your screws are a bit too tight ... that's usual -- let me loosen them for you , " He grinned , pushing down the button . It made the top half spin rapidly , which was apparently extremely scary to Kite , because he grabbed at Toolshed's hands , pushing him away and trying to squirm away himself .

" What's wrong , Kyle ? " Toolshed taunted , " I'm just trying to help you loosen up ! " Shed giggled , trying to pry his hands out of Kite's grasp . Human Kite was laughing madly out of anticipation -- pushing at Toolshed's wrists . " Woah -- fuck ! " Shed startled Kite by pulling his arms back , and Kite released his wrists . Letting out a mighty cackle .

" HAHA ! SHIHIT - STAHAN ! " Kite squealed out as Toolshed began to lightly drill the wrench into his stomach . He moved it along Kyle's stomach from one side to the other , adding in some scribbles to his side with his free hand . Kite thrashed , his laughter turning eventually into snorting and wheezing . His face was extremely red . Stan smiled and ... realised how adorable Kyle was just now . Wow . He's never beating the gay allegations

But , he noticed Kyle was definitely getting to his limit ... despite not lasting very long ... and eventually brought the tickling to a stop . He hopped off of Kite's waist , waiting by his side for him to calm down . While also admiring him in the process . Kite sighed loudly , covering his face with his hands . "Thahat was fucking horrible , " He whined .

Stan smirked . " They're good tools though , right ? " He asked , to which Kite gave him a playfully annoyed look . Stan held out a hand , and helped pull him up . Their little moment was interrupted by a yell from the other side of the base .

" What the fuck are you fags doing ? " from The Coon . Yeah ... everyone was looking at them .

[gigglingsoftly]

Awww Matcha this is so cute 😭

Ok sup guys I wrote another tk fic LOL

I actually have had this one in my notes for a while, but I just finished it today :3

To have some context, this is inspired from the fractured but whole game scene where cartman is originally farted on (video) New kid is in this fic! he will be referred to as a boy.

Btw here’s -> the drawing I made that goes with this! a lotta Lee Cartman lately, that’s what I got for u this time for the fic lol. Hope you enjoy!!

Btw all of them have their superhero names in here, but Cartmans name is a little interchangeable in this fic, I’m sorry if that bothers anyone

Lee!Cartman Lers!Stan,Kyle,New Kid

Cw: kids cursing

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What’s your plans!?

The raccoon/cartman opened his eyes, as his blindfold was removed. He looked around seeing all his fellow allies standing around him. Well they might not be his allies anymore. He was tied up to a chair and placed in the front of the room in Freedom pal’s headquarters.

Cartman looked up at the rest of the freedom pals. They all stared back at him with vicious glares. He gulped and smiled nervously.

“Heh heh.. what are you guys doing?” He asked the crowd nervously. The human kite stepped forward, “we’re gonna torture you until you tell us your plans.”

“I told you guys, it’s not me it’s Mitch Connor!! I’m the raccoon!” He pleaded. Toolshed glared at him. “Welp we tried, get him New kid.”

The new kid walked up to the raccoon with a stone cold face. Looking directly in the raccoons face, he pulled out a feather from the pocket of his costume.

The raccoon looked the new kid up and down. “Really? You.. you think that’s gonna do anything?” He said nervously.

The new kid says nothing and continues to have a blank stare on his face. Taking the feather, he brings it to Cartman’s neck. Cartman grimaces, and grits his teeth to prevent any of his giggles from coming out. “St-stop yohou guys! Seriously!”

The new kid continues to go at it, and moves it across to the other side. Cartman scrunches up his neck and starts to shake his head about.

“I don’t knohow what Mitch.. heheh..wants!” The rest of the heroes watched, unsatisfied with the reaction they were getting out of the Raccoon.

“That’s it, we need to really get him talking.” Mysterion piped up from the corner of the room.

“Yeah cmon new kid! Really give it to him!” Tupperware shouted.

“Make him t-talk!” Said Fastpass.

More voices shouted at the new kid to increase the torment. Cartman began to have a nervous look on his face, as he soon realized what was in store for him.

The new kid dropped the feather on the ground and began taking off his gloves. Cartman let out a little sigh of relief, only to be met with the new kid tasing his stomach with his fingers.

“Wah!! WAhaiHiT! You-yohouh cant do thihis! It’s cheheeating!!” Cartman belted out, as he squirmed in his chair. The new kid poked at his belly rapidly, saying nothing. Cartman swayed from side to side getting used to his jabs in the same place, however flinching and yelping at each one.

“Oh my god, the new kid sucks at this.” Toolshed muttered.

“Step aside butthole! Let’s show u how it’s done.” The human kite said, ushering him to the side. Toolshed and Kite walked over to the Raccoon, one boy on each side.

The two hero’s slipped their hands underneath the rope which was holding the bigger boy down and began to scribble on his sides. This resulted in a much louder reaction from Cartman, as he screeched out and began to laugh loudly.

“HA-HAHAAH!! STOP! Y-yoOUHOHOU ASSHOHOLES!”

“See, this is how you tickle someone” The human kite said, while making eye contact with the new kid.

“Yeah, plus I have a lot of experience from dealing with you Kite.” Toolshed teased, smirking at his hero best friend. Kite glared and a light blush flashed across his face, but continued the onslaught of tickles to the raccoon.

Fingers ran along Cartmans torso and sides, teasing and scritching in vulnerable areas. Tears in the corners of his eyes, he continued to laugh out.

“FUHUHCK YOHOHOU ALL!! I D-DOHONT KNOW ANYTHINGHEHE!!”

“That’s it, he’s clearly not going to fess up anytime soon. We need to increase his torment.” Super Craig said in a monotone voice.

“GA-aH! A-are you sure?! Look at him!” Wonder Tweek questioned. The boys halted for a second. Tweek had a point, Cartman looked pretty exhausted.

“No, Super Craig is right, we need this information before this gets out of hand.” Said Mysterion.

“You heard that Raccoon!? We aren’t gonna stop until you tell us what’s happening with Mitch!” The Human Kite said to the tired boy.

Cartman grimaced under his mask as the swarm of boys began to walk closer. Except the new kid, who stood silently in the corner. Knowing what was bound to come, The raccoon decided to suck it up and come clean. He had no idea how much more he could possibly take. All of them against him might kill him, and the raccoon’s legacy couldn’t end due to death by tickles. Way too embarrassing.

“WAIT! I-I’ll tell you his plans, just stop! And untie me already!” The raccoon shouted out.

The others halted and looked at one another. “Okay, let’s hear it then..”

Cartman sighed, and told them the plans of Mitch Connor.

:P

[veryblushyswitch]

Tell me this doesn’t give ticklish Stan vibes-

Artist Credit: https://x.com/kogororon/status/1509110869858619398

[yiplee]

Hi! Im the anon that Asked for just some,,lee Kyle" I'm sorry I didn't tell any idea for the fic but this idea just get into my head:

Kyle and Stan are playing basketball in one team, and Kyle plays dirty, so after school they are going to Kyles house, where Stan teaches Kyle a lesson.

I'm sorry for not telling any idea I'm sorry I hope you forgive me.

And btw I love your docs they are so cute! ;3

Hey anon! It’s no worries! Usually if there’s no specific ler I’d just write the character getting wrecked by their whole gang lol, but specifying is obvi preferred 👍

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Hey! That’s Cheating!

A South Park ticklefic

(Lee!Kyle) (Ler!Stan)

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Kyle had welcomed Stan into his room for their after school hangout, thinking nothing of it. He had entirely forgotten about the stunt he pulled during basketball at school, but Stan remembered.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Stan had said, when Kyle had unfairly blocked for practically the whole game. “Hey! That’s cheating!” Stan had said when Kyle ran with the ball when the teacher wasn’t looking. “Hey! That’s cheating!” Stan had said when Kyle discreetly helped Craig land a basket, which would have failed.

Well now it seemed it was Stan’s turn to play dirty, as the two boys booted up their game of Mario Kart. Stan had a plan.

They were three laps into a long track, and Kyle was in first place. So far, nothing had happened, and Kyle definitely had no idea of Stan’s intentions.

Stan waited for Kyle to do that (rather cute) thing where he leaned forward with his arms whenever he got really into the game.

Bingo. Kyle was right around the corner to win, leaning in with his arms stretched forward. Stan suddenly reached over, fluttering his fingers over Kyle’s side.

“Ah! Stan!” Kyle gasped, his arms shooting back, jolting his kart backwards and sending him from first to 8th place, as the race finished.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Kyle had snapped, turning to Stan in frustration. Stan laughed at that.

“Oh? Remember when I was saying that? Huh? Basketball, today?” Stan reminded Kyle, who thought for a moment and then remembered.

“Ugh, come on dude. You’re still salty about that? It’s no need to ruin my streak over.” He rolled his eyes, going back to the game.

Oh, wonderful. Kyle thought it was over. Though, in the next race, Stan made sure to keep to himself, ignoring Kyle’s occasional glances.

Eventually, Kyle concluded that Stan was over it, and got back into the game, leaning forward…

Just when he was about to win, Stan suddenly pulled Kyle in closer and scribbled his fingers up and down both of his sides.

“Gah! Stahahahan! Whahahat the hehehell? Thahahat’s cheheheating!” Kyle called, attempting to pull away from Stan.

Characters zoomed past both of their frozen karts on the screen as Stan focused on Kyle, digging his fluttering fingers into the redhead’s armpits and earning a squeal.

“STAHAHAN! WAHAHAIT! GAHAHA-! LOOK, I’M SOHOREHEE!” Kyle squealed, trying to squirm out of Stan’s grasp as his fingers skittered up and down his ribs next.

“Sorry for what?” Stan asked teasingly, digging into the spots inbetween Kyle’s ribs to elicit another shriek.

“CHEHEHEATING IN BAHAHASKETBAHAHALL! NOW STAHAHAP!” Kyle squealed, and finally, Stan stopped, pulling away with a laugh.

They both slowly calmed down, a few residual giggles passing, as they looked back at the screen as the scores came up.

Stan_theman - 11th

Kyley-B - 12th

They both looked at eachother and laughed as they saw they got the two last places in the game.

“..Truce?” Stan asked, holding out his hand to shake. Kyle chuckled and nodded, shaking his hand. “Truce.” He agreed.

[cookiepie11]

Playful "interrogation" (Style tickle fic)

Warnings:

This is a tickle fic (strictly sfw both characters are kids)

I am shipping Stan and style

Contains feet tickles

Some swearing (I censored them a bit :>)

"cmon Kyle, I know you have a crush, everyone at school is arguing about who it is!" Stan said to an annoyed and flustered Kyle

"I do not have a fucking crush!" Kyle yelled his voice going up a defensive tone

"Then what's with the blush? Huh" Stan teased

It was true Kyle had a big crush on someone. God knows how anyone found out but no one actually knows who it is. Kyle didn't really want his super best friend to know his crush so he was VERY embarrassed about the situation.

"shut up Stan!" Kyle said and hid his embarrassed face "quit teasing me a$Shøle I don't have a crush"

"hmm am I gonna have to make you tell me, Kyle?" Stan asked and wiggled his fingers towards his flustered friend, making Kyle's face go around 3 shades of red, darker.

Kyle felt his heart beat fast at the sight and he knew what was coming for him. He'd been tickled by Stan a ton of times and I mean he couldn't really say he disliked it.. oh what am I saying he loves been tickled by Stan but this time was different because he knew that he had something to confess.

"nohoo Stan don't" Kyle giggled backing into the corner "can we just move on from this whole thing I don't have a crush and tic-...doing that isn't going to make me feel any different.."

(Kyle can't say the t word to save his life)

"nope dude I'm not letting you get away so easy, b1tch" he teased and pounced on his red haired "friend"

"stahan nohoho this is so gahay" Kyle laughed and tried to squirm out of his crus- best friends's grip failing.

"I haven't even started yet" Stan laughed with Kyle and felt his face become warm and he hoped his blush wasn't noticeable

"JUST DOHO IT ALREADYY" Kyle yelled because he couldn't take the anpicitation (I can't spell)

"really dude? You want tickles that bad? Wow" Stan asked and started to claw at the giggling boys sides

"nohoho DUDE STOHHOP" his giggles turned into a loud boyish laughter

"hmm you gonna tell me your crush??" Stan asked but he didn't really care about that anymore he just wanted an exscuse to tickle Kyle :3

"noho dude I dohont have on- NAHAHA STAN NOT THEREE QUIT IT" he was cut off by Stan lifting up his shirt and Tickling his belly quickly

"dude tell meeee" he pleaded and tickled his ribs

"NOHOHO I DONT HAVE ONEE PLEASE STOPIT" He yelled and shook his head frantically making his hat fall off.

Kyle rarely took his hat off which Stan didn't get because his hair is so damn fluffy.

"ehehe I guess you want me to tickle right here don't you?" Stan asked and scratched his ears

"NOHOO PLEASE I CANT F#CKING TAKE ITT" he laughed and wriggled around like his life depended on it.

"just tell me your god damn crush then!" Stan said and smiled at his adorable "friend"

"NEHEVEERR! DUHUDE F#CK OFF" he cursed and forget to deny that he had a crush

"DUDE YOU DIDN'T DENY IT YOU HAVE A CRUSH!" Stan gasped and continued to tickle Kyle's bright pink ears "cmon you can tell me, I'm your best friend Kyle"

He was more genuine and less teasy when he said that last part.

"NAHAHA I HATE YOUU" Kyle yelled not really meaning it "STAHAPPP"

"ouch dude that really hurts my feelings" Stan joked "you know that was mean of you i think you deserve a punishment"

"NOHOHO IM SORRY" Kyle giggled he'd been tickled by Stan too many times to know what was coming

"too late Kyle" he teased and grabbed the extremely Flustered boy's foot and Tickling his toes

"NAHAHAHA STOP YOU ABSOLUTE A$$HOLE PLEAHEASEE?"

"don't worry I'll stop after this dude I don't wanna kill you" Stan said telling the truth

"BUT I DIDN'T TELL YOUHOU IT?"

"I don't really care who your crush is ,well maybe a little, I just wanted to tickle you lol"

"YOUHOU BAST@RD"

After a few more minutes Stan stopped leaving Kyle slightly disappointed but happy he could finnaly breath properly.

"you okay dude?" Stan asked and put his hand on Kyle's stomach (Kyle was laying down in a puddle of giggles)

"yehes, dohont touch meheh" he giggled still feeling phantom tickles on his stomach due to the light touch

"Oop sorry" Stan said and laughed a bit. He always loved seeing Kyle so giggly he found it so cute.

"I hatehe youhou" Kyle said and grabbed Stan's hand and held it.

"your litteraly holding my hand dum@ss" Stan said and laughed

"my crush.....is....you.." Kyle whispered

WOOO cliffhanger should I make a part 2?

That took alot of motivation out of me so don't expect another long fic anytime soon 😭

Tell me what y'all think maybe I'll write more south park someday

[dannystheone]

do you think you would ever write a shippy fic about stan and kyle?

Yes absolutely!

I aged them up in this one just to make it more comfortable, and it’s September which is pretty much October and October means Halloween so have this scary-themed drabble! :)

ALSO THIS IS OUR 20TH SOUTH PARK FANFICTION ON THIS BLOG!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME WRITE FOR YOU GUYS AND REACH THIS MILESTONE!!

I hope you enjoy :)

WARNINGS: Cursing!

Keeping Kyle Distracted! (Lee Kyle/ Ler Stan)

One little-known fact about Kyle Broflovski: He can’t take horror movies in any capacity, especially jump-scares. Stan is going to have to get creative on how they can sit through this scary movie marathon!

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“DUDE! She’s totally ripped open! Turn it off!”

"Aw come on dude, it's not so bad. It's just ground meat and tomato sauce."

"That's even worse!"

Kyle was invited to Stan's house for a movie marathon to kick off the first day of their Labor Day weekend. Kyle was excited and agreed, his walk over to Stan's house already filled with a chill in the air and leaves turning an autumn orange. He was getting into the spirit of the turning season, with 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins playing in his headphones. When Kyle arrived, however, his fall aesthetic was soured. Stan held up multiple horror movies with a devious grin on his face as Kyle entered.

The first movie they were watching was Terrifier, and Kyle did NOT like Art the Clown. He thought he was creepy, and he didn't appreciate the clown's 'sense of humor'. Kyle watched through the folds of Stan's jacket as he buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Dusk was giving way to the night through the living room windows, making the living room crawl with deeper shadows and giving the movie a dark atmosphere.

"Come on dude, you gotta watch. Nothing scary is even happening right now." Stan reasoned. Kyle left his small hidey-hole that he had made in Stan's jacket and watched the screen warily. Stan's shoulders and right arm were assimilated into Kyle's anatomy as Kyle had his arm barred over Stan's chest to hug his farthest shoulder and held onto Stan's arm to grip his arm for stability.

Stan could feel Kyle's heartbeat in his chest with how Kyle was so pressed into his body. Stan held in his laughter from the situation. He knew Kyle to be a logical person, so wouldn't he know it was just a movie?

A jumpscare from the clown shot across the screen. Kyle yelped and physically jumped, and buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Stan couldn't keep in his laughter and burst into lighthearted chuckles.

"Pfft- hahahaha! Duhude come ohon, are you serious?" Stan asked, Kyle, clutching onto Stan for dear life. Kyle looked up from Stan's jacket with a death glare in his eyes.

"Dude shut up! You're the one who put on this stupid movie! I can't watch this!" Kyle whined. Stan rolled his eyes and absent-mindedly stole his arm back from Kyle to wrap it around Kyle's back and pulled his best friend closer.

"You're fine, Kyle, just chill," Stan suggested. Kyle froze next to Stan's side, confused about what just happened, but silently accepted it as he nestled in.

Art the Clown popped up next to the protagonist, making Kyle jump in Stan's side. A smile curled on Stan's lips as he watched his scared best friend. It was sweet, in an odd way. Stan moved to eat some popcorn placed on his other side, Kyle's favorite that he wasn't even eating.

"Alright dude, I seriously can't watch anymore. Can we just- AH!" Kyle yelped from another jumpscare and shoved his face back into Stan's shoulder. Stan fought a smile off his face as he pulled on Kyle's shoulders.

"Okay okay, we'll choose something else. You gotta get off me first, I need the remote." Stan said in a begrudging manner. Kyle shook his head quickly into Stan's shoulder and dug his fingers into Stan's jacket. Stan rolled his eyes as he tried prying Kyle off of him once more.

"Kyle get off. You want the movie to keep playing or no?" Stan asked Kyle as if he were a child. Kyle shook his head at that as well. "Then you need to get off so I can switch it!" Despite Stan's tone, he found this very amusing. Kyle never usually acted his age, so for him to be so terrified of a movie like this was entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a sinister idea planted itself into Stan's head. Stan turned his fingers into claws and took on an evil voice.

"Oooo Kyle~ You scared Art the Clown is gonna getchya?" Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's wrist that was across Stan's chest holding onto Stan's left shoulder, and folded his right hand under Kyle's open armpit. "He's gonna getchya with his claws, and he's gonnaaaa...get you!" Stan started scribbling his fingers into Kyle's small divet of open armpit, his fingers scritching into the cloth of Kyle's jacket.

Kyle immediately reeled back from his friend and squealed, but with Stan's hold on his arm across his chest, his arm stayed outstretched. "Stahahan! Duhuhude quihihit! Thahat's nohohot funnehehee!" Kyle giggled with narrowed eyes. Stan kept up his game by keeping his fingers curled in like claws, equating them to a scary monster.

"Imagine if Art knew juust how ticklish you were, he'd neeever let you go~ He'd tickle you all day long with his razor-sharp claws!" Stan teased, his fingers now dotting into Kyle's armpit and down his ribs. Kyle yelped and jumped like he was getting electrified, and pulled his leg up to try and shield himself. But with his positioning, Kyle's leg lay across Stan's lap now.

"Oh, thanks for your leg, Kyle. So yummy for Art to eat up!" Stan let go of Kyle's arms to sink his fingers into Kyle's jeaned leg, Kyle giggling from the childishness of it all and from Stan's tickly fingers in his thigh. Kyle tried to arch back from the tickles, but Stan kept a good grip.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup ahahahasshole!! Yohohou suhuhuhuck!" Kyle started pounding his fists light-heartedly into Stan's shoulder, while Stan found a sweet spot between Kyle's knee and thigh and squished in between. Kyle broke out in fresh peals of laughter as he tried to steal his leg back from Stan.

"Mmm yes, I do suck. I suck your blood! Mmm so- uh, kosher. Tastes like matzo ball soup." Stan laughed along with Kyle as his fingers squished up and down Kyle's thigh and that small divet he found. Kyle tried standing up on the couch by putting his arms behind him and leveraging himself up and off the furniture. That was quickly remedied by Stan who took his hands off Kyle's leg and started tickling his tummy and sides.

Kyle squeaked and fell back into the couch, Stan now hovering over him as Kyle tried to bring his leg up to protect himself. Stan felt his best friend wriggle underneath him and thought it was very funny. "Stahahan stohohop! Reheheally! I'hi'll wahahatch the mohohovie I swehehear!" Kyle begged. Stan quirked his lip as he lessened his tickling up a little bit, but Kyle was such a big ball of nerves it wasn't much of a difference.

"Dude I said I would change it! You don't even know why I'm tickling you, do you? You're just a ticklish little guy aren't you?" Stan teased, Stan found a good spot in Kyle's side and squished into it. Kyle gave a small scream and bat his friend in the chest.

"Yehehehess! Wahah- Wahahait wahait nohoho! I'm nohohohot!" Stan smiled as his friend fought his tickles and found his hand scribbling in his friend's tummy. Tickling him was always fun. His laugh was a treasure. But, Stan did decide that that was enough. He didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski to wake up from Kyle's laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Geez you-" Stan looked down at Kyle, his hat slightly knocked askew and his cheeks bright with blush. The colors from the TV flashed across Kyle's face, making his green eyes pop. Kyle breathed in deeply, his chest moving from getting air back into his lungs. Stan swallowed as Kyle looked up at him.

"Stan? You okay?" Kyle asked, a little breathless. Stan never realized just how... pretty, his friend was. Stan nodded up and down robotically and reached for the remote above Kyle's head.

"Yeah uh... just need to change the channel," Stan said in a monotone voice. He felt as if he was put on autopilot while he screamed internally. He couldn't possibly have feelings for Kyle, could he? Stan moved his arm up to switch the channel, but Kyle put his hand over Stan's. Stan looked to his right to see a light smile on Kyle's face.

"Hey, you don't have to change it. As long as I have you next to me, it's not so scary." Kyle admitted. Stan's face bloomed with blush, freezing stiff next to Kyle. Automatically, the two settled into the couch, Kyle dipping under Stan's arm to be at his side again. Stan covered his mouth in his shock, not hearing what was being said to him.

A poke to Stan's side shocked him, snapping him out of his reverie. Stan looked down at Kyle, who gave him a curious look. "Dude, you okay? Don't tell me I have to distract YOU from the movie now." Kyle challenged. That was enough for Stan to get back to normal. Stan rolled his eyes and settled into the couch for real this time.

"Oh stop, you know that's my job. And I do a better job of it." Just as a reminder, Stan delivered a few tickles to Kyle's side, making him giggle and shift. The two boys enjoyed the rest of the film, with Kyle not jumping at another jumpscare for the duration of the film.