strawmyberry

[strawmyberry]

as the great Kyle Herschel Schwartz once said:

I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

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hi hi hi! boy, it has been a WHILE. the last post i did was in august, so that means it has been SEVEN MONTHS since i last posted on here. i know i said i would be taking a short break- and it is very apparent that i completely underestimated how much time i would need to get back into the swing of things.

i am so so sorry for my disappearing act! (you might as well call me magicmyian!) i swear i never forgot about you guys- writing and i were having a bit of a tiff for the last couple of months.

i would come back to this blog a lot and just…kinda stare at everything? kinda thinking to myself “what do i do now? where do i go from here?” and nothing ever came. I’d try to write things- but they always felt like they weren’t good enough- especially considering how long i made you guys wait for it. but then- out of the nowhere:

i started writing again!

like- actually writing! and i actually liked it! and at first it wasn’t t-word related at all- just to kinda get back into the swing of things. and now…here we are!

i plan to post a fic this week- so keep your eyes peeled for that!

i wanna thank you guys for being SO SO SO unbelievably patient. i made a promise that every request in my inbox was gonna be fulfilled (unless stated otherwise, of course!) and i intend to keep that promise!

the new fic IS southpark! (yaaaaay!) but I’ll be completely honest- i’ve been gone for so long that i don’t even know if that’s “in” anymore. so- im here to ask, after i finish all the southpark requests- do you guys want me to branch out to other fandoms? should i just stick with the southpark? or do you want me to dabble in multiple? make this a melting pot of fics!!! please please PLEASE leave ideas below!

i have missed so much- and im going to work my butt off to get caught up! so, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing mutuals, be prepared for a TON of reposts- because i am catching up on ALL the amazing works you guys have posted that i missed.

thanks again for being amazing amazing people!! i know i say this a lot, but i only do because its true! this blog makes me so happy, and im genuinely thrilled to get back to writing again! i hope you guys like it, and here’s to hoping i don’t decide to become houdini again and completely disappear! (sorry for that!!!)

thanks for everything again! i got a lot of work to do- and it’s time to get to it!

-❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[strawmyberry]

hi strawberry!! i hope you are doing well!! 💗💖 thank you so much for legit being the sweetest person i’ve ever met 😭💖💗 i always appreciate all the kind comments you leave on my writing you’re always so thoughtful and your words mean so much 😭💞 i always reread ur fics and hcs, your writing is so so adorable i love it so much!! 😭❤️💖 i hope you’re having a great day/night!! <33

hi toast🥹❤️

this is genuinely so sweet and i don’t know how to describe how much i needed to hear this right now. i wanna start off by saying im sorry ive been super inactive- a lot of…not so great things have happened as of recently- and im trying to think of a way to convey what’s happening without tmi-ing-

i lost someone really close to me recently- and my mental health has just been…not all that good.

i promise that i didnt forget about you guys!!! and i do plan on writing more fics. every single request ive gotten in my inbox WILL be fulfilled- but i just have to clarify that it may take a little bit.

im gonna try to be more active here! pinky promise!

thanks again for everything you guys! ill try to get my next fic out soon 🥹❤️

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[strawmyberry]

oh my god

oh my GOD

OH MY GOD

TOAST I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MY GOD🥹

I’VE ALREADY READ IT THREE TIMES

hi guys <33 i'm still working on requests and stuff, but here's a surprise fic in the meantime!!

this is so niche lol but i got this idea randomly the other night and decided to write it <3 hope you guys enjoy! 💗

In the Garden

Lee and Ler Kyle / Lee and Ler Rebecca Cotswolds

Word Count: 2,508

Rebecca has never been tickled before and asks Kyle what it's like.

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It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Park, which was quite surprising considering the past few days were rather snowy. It was like the clouds decided to take a break for the day, which was perfect for local elementary student Kyle Broflovski.

There was a lot of talk recently about the new kid at school, Mark Cotswolds. Apparently he and his sister had been homeschooled their entire lives, with this being the first year of Mark attending a public school. But even though the entire fourth grade class was talking about the new kid, Kyle was more interested in his sister, Rebecca.

Rebecca just seemed so amazing, Kyle couldn’t help but form a little crush on her. She was kind and super smart, winning the elementary spelling bee her first year of competing. She was also very pretty, Kyle adored the way she parted her hair with those cute, red barrettes that framed her bangs to the side of her face. He finally managed to gather the courage to ask her out to the school dance the other day, and she said yes. He decided to go visit her at her house again today just to see her, the nice, sunny weather seeming perfect for the occasion.

As soon as Kyle arrived Rebecca lead him outside to her father’s beautiful garden in the backyard, the two chatting quietly on a stone bench among the flowers. Kyle waited for a break in the conversation before looking over and asking Rebecca a question that’s been on his mind recently.

“Rebecca, have you ever been in love before?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “How does one know if they’re in love?”

Kyle thought for a second and looked up at the clear sky. “Well… I think it’s something that you just kind of know,” he said as he turned to her, “You know you’re in love if you always find yourself thinking of that one person and always wanting to be with them. And your heart feels all fuzzy and warm whenever you see them.”

“Oh,” Rebecca tapped her fingers together in thought. She wasn’t completely sure if she had been in love before, but “fuzzy” and “warm” were definitely some nice words to describe it. “That sounds quite nice. Wh-What do people usually do when they’re in love?” She asked, looking up shyly at the boy sitting next to her.

“Well uh,” Kyle paused, trying to think of a response. He wasn’t the most experienced in love, honestly. His view of it was primarily formed from cheesy romance scenes from movies and seeing how his parents along with Stan and Wendy acted in their relationships. “Well, for starters people in love go on dates and spend time with each other, going out for dinner and buying each other gifts and stuff like that,” he explained.

Rebecca seemed a little dispirited by this answer. “Oh, that sounds like it could be expensive. Maybe love isn’t for me then,” she noted, rubbing her hands together anxiously.

Kyle immediately noticed her disinterest and jumped back in to explain some more, “well, they don’t always have to do that stuff. People in love do other things with each other too, like hold hands, hug, and uh…” he thought back to his parents’ relationship along with Stan and Wendy’s. What things did they usually do together? “…And uh, cuddle and tickle each other. But sometimes, they can even um, share a kiss-”

“T-Tickle?” Rebecca suddenly asked, turning her head to look at him.

Kyle paused. “Um, well yeah, sometimes.” He didn’t expect that part to be the focus of the sentence. He really only added it in because he knew that Wendy and Stan had annoyingly loud tickle fights all the time. Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned that. Now he was worried that he just opened a can of worms that he never meant to open.

“What is that like?” She asked.

Kyle couldn’t help but raise a brow at this. “What? What is tickling like?” Rebecca nodded at him. “Well, haven’t your parents ever tickled you? Or your brother?” Kyle questioned, Rebecca shaking her head. The redhead frowned a bit at this, that was kind of sad. He got tickled by his parents all the time and always enjoyed giving his baby brother Ike a few tickles whenever they played together. Damn, he knew Rebecca was sheltered, but he didn’t know that she was sheltered to the point where she had never been tickled before.

“Mmm,” the girl hummed in thought, biting her lip. “I have read about it a few times in books and stories, but I have never experienced it m-myself. What does it feel like? Does it hurt?” She asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

“Well uh, not really. It’s more uncomfortable, like an annoying itching feeling that makes you laugh and wiggle around. But um… it also can be sorta... fun... sometimes,” Kyle got quieter as he said the last part of his sentence. He couldn’t help but blush a little bit as he explained, it was a little flustering to put it into words. He had tickle fights with his brother and with his friends all the time, why was it so embarrassing now!?

Rebecca still looked confused. “I-I don’t quite understand. How can something be uncomfortable but fun at the same time?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” Kyle scratched the back of his head. He knew it would be a lot easier to understand if he just tickled her himself, but he didn’t know if he had the bravery to do that. The idea of tickling his crush and seeing her all smiley and giggly seemed really flustering. But he still kind of wanted to try it so she could better understand what it was like. Kyle cleared his throat, trying to gather his confidence. “Um… I can just s-show it to you if you’d like,” he suggested, his face going red at his own words. He couldn’t believe he just managed to ask that.

“O-Okay, sure,” Rebecca nodded. She folded her hands in her lap and glanced over at him, anxiously twiddling her fingers. Kyle reached out, making sure his movements were slow so she could see what he was doing. The last thing he wanted was to scare her or make her uncomfortable. His gloved hand brushed against the girl’s side, his fingers gently kneading and wiggling at the spot over her jacket. Rebecca gasped and instantly jerked away as the strange, new sensation spread throughout the nerves on her side. That was unlike anything she’s ever felt before. However, it wasn’t exactly unpleasant.

“S-Sorry,” Kyle apologized and immediately pulled back his hand, worried that he made her uncomfortable. But to his surprise, she scooted back next to him and gave him a soft smile.

“T-That was weird, I didn’t mean to flinch away like that,” Rebecca wondered out loud. “Here, y-you can try again if you'd like," She offered. Kyle shyly reached back out and tried it again, Rebecca slowly bursting into giggles as his fingers on her side moderately increased in speed.

“Hahaha! Thihis is strahange! Why aham I lahaughing so muhuch? I’m nohot meheaning tohoo,” Rebecca laughed, her smile so wide that her nose crinkled. She squirmed against the bench, a hand up to her mouth as the other laid gently on Kyle’s wrist. 

“Well, that’s how you know it’s working!” Kyle grinned as Rebecca giggled and squirmed beneath his fingertips. Holy shit, her laugh was so cute. He couldn’t help but smile a bit himself and blush from the sound. He’d never actually heard Rebecca laugh before, so he was a little taken aback by it. It was just so bubbly and sweet-sounding.

He gently dragged his hand over to her stomach, deciding to see if she was ticklish there too. Turns out she definitely was. Her laughter increased as the spot was targeted, her legs swaying slightly off the bench. Kyle smiled softly at her, continuing for a moment longer before starting to pull his hand away. As much as he really liked hearing the sound of her laughter, he didn’t want to go overboard and accidentally overwhelm her.

“You uh, okay?” Kyle asked as Rebecca slowly stopped her giggling.

The girl nodded. “Oh, yes, I’m fine, thank you. Say, does this method work on anyone?”

Kyle shrugged slightly. “Uh, yeah I guess so. Well, only if they’re ticklish.”

“Oh, I see,” Rebecca thought for a second. “So I guess I’m ticklish then?”

Kyle laughed a little. “Hehe yeah, definitely.” A moment of silence passed before Rebecca spoke up again, turning to the boy sitting next to her.

“Are you ticklish as well?”

The question caught Kyle off guard. He made a sound that sounded halfway between a sputter and a gasp as his mouth and brain fought to agree on an answer. “I um. Well uh- y-yes, a little bit,” he admitted, his face blushing once more.

Rebecca tilted her head a little bit at his reaction. “Why was that question so hard to answer? Do you not actually know yourself?”

“N-no, it’s just that um,” Kyle turned his head and planted his hands firmly on his knees, being too flustered to be able to look at her as he spoke. “Well um, usually when people ask if someone’s ticklish i-it’s probably because they’re gonna t-tickle them.”

Rebecca’s eyes softened as she nervously played with her hands. “Oh. D-Did you want me to tickle you? Would it be okay if I tried it?”

Kyle went bright red once again, his face heating up instantly. “I-I-I um.. Well er- I uh…” he stammered out the beginning to three different sentences before finally deciding on one. “Y-You could try it if you want to, I guess…” he mumbled, scooting closer next to her. He still refused to make eye contact.

Jeez, now he understood how Stan felt. Kyle used to always make fun of him for going bright red every time Wendy tickled him, but now that he was experiencing it himself, he perfectly understood that reaction. This was so flustering. Kyle didn’t want to disappoint Rebecca, but GOD was he ticklish. It was going to be hard trying to keep it together and not become an embarrassing, squirmy, blushing mess in front of her.

“Okay,” Rebecca said before reaching her hands out, lightly fluttering her fingers over Kyle’s side. She tried her best to mirror his movements from earlier.

Kyle immediately snorted through his nose, his grip on his knees tightening as he desperately tried to bite back laughter. He tried his best to suppress his reactions, but couldn’t help giggling a bit as he flinched from her fingertips. He tried to stay as still as he could, but still ended up squirming a bit as her fingers ran across his sides. 

“It seems to be working, you’re squirming an awful lot,” Rebecca noted making Kyle’s blush increase. He reached up to tug at the ears of his trapper hat, wishing he was able to hide his face in it. She looked up at him, noticing how his cheeks got significantly rosier.

“Your face is all red as well, is that normal?” Rebecca asked as she continued to tickle Kyle’s sides. 

“Y-Yehehes!” He cried out, turning his face away from her as his eyes squeezed shut from laughter. God, Kyle knew that she was just being genuinely curious and asking questions, but her words only made him blush and laugh harder. Her hands shifted to his stomach, Rebecca remembering how he tickled her there earlier. It seemed to be just as an effective spot as his sides, the boy continuing to squirm against the bench and laugh. Kyle tugged harder at his hat. It was taking everything in him to not shove off her hands.

Rebecca spidered her fingers up to Kyle's ribs after a moment, wanting to see if he had more tickle spots as well. He ended up squealing as soon as her fingers met his ribs, his squirming turning into thrashing. “W-Wow, you seem more ticklish here,” Rebecca smiled softly, a little surprised at how much Kyle was reacting. All it took was a little flutter of her fingers and he was in pieces. This was crazy.

He definitely couldn’t take it anymore after that. “Ohohokahay ohohokahay! Nohoho mohore plehehease!” Kyle pleaded, his hands shooting down to gently grab her wrists. She pulled back right away, much to his relief. Kyle sat there breathlessly for a minute, his already red face blushing even more when he opened his eyes to see Rebecca observing him.

“Are all people as ticklish as you?” She asked, her curious eyes staring right into his.

Kyle went even more bright red at her question, his eyes immediately shifting away to avoid her burning gaze. Jesus, he didn’t even think he could get this red. His face was practically overheating. “W-Well um, n-no. That’s… just me,” he admitted honestly, nervously playing with his hands a little bit.

“Hmm, I see,” Rebecca glanced down at her hands before shyly smiling up at him. “Well, that was quite an interesting but fun new experience. T-Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Oh uh, of course,” Kyle smiled bashfully, not saying anything else for a minute as he enjoyed just sitting next to her on the bench. He peaked down at his watch, frowning when he noticed that it was already almost five o’clock. “Ah jeez, I better start heading home,” he regretfully mumbled as he got up. His mom was probably already starting on dinner by now and he definitely didn’t want to miss it. He loved his mom's cooking too much and didn't want to worry her by being out too late.

“Oh, alright,” Rebecca replied as she watched him stand up.

Kyle stood on the grass, awkwardly stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Um, I guess I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll see you too.”

The two shared a smile and said their goodbyes before Kyle went back through the sliding glass door to go inside. He gave a quick wave to Mr. and Mrs. Cotswolds before heading out the front door to walk home. His mother was almost done making dinner when he arrived, Kyle eating it quickly before heading up to his room.

He could barley sleep that night, the excitement and nervousness he had for the dance tomorrow night keeping him up as flashbacks of today ran throughout his mind. But when Kyle was finally able to fall sleep, he had a restful night and woke up the next morning well-energized and ready for the dance. The two ended up having an amazing time together, Rebecca was so happy that she decided to go. They hung out and danced together the entire time, Rebecca having way more fun than she thought she would. It definitely became a night that she and Kyle would always remember and happily look back upon.

[strawmyberry]

AUGHH IDK IF IM LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Anyways,back to flipaclip🏃‍♀️

OH MY GOD???????? COKE THIS IS SO ADORABLE OH MY GOD?????

THANK YOU SO MUCH??? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY🥹

[strawmyberry]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!

THANK YOUUUUUU🥹❤️

[strawmyberry]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Hope it’s just as sweet as you!

~@cupcakecocoalee

COCO OMG???????

THANK YOU COCO 🥹❤️

[strawmyberry]

happy belated birthday 🎉

thank you!!!! happy belated birthday to you too!!! i hope you enjoyed it🥹❤️

[strawmyberry]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎂I hope you had a great time <3

AAAAAA! thank you matcha🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️

[strawmyberry]

hi strawberry!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you had an amazing day!! 🥳🥳💗💕💕

aaaaa!!! thank you toast🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

i went swimming and then my mom took me to a steakhouse for dinner 🥹 it was super duper fun! thank you all for the birthday wishes🥹❤️❤️❤️

[strawmyberry]

GOODNITE I LOVE UR CONTENT 😭 /POS

aaaa!! thank you 🥹

so!!! as some of you know- my birthday as tomorrow (yayyy!) and i wanted to give a little gift to you guys as a thank you!

unfortunately, everything im writing is still in the works :( so i wanted to find an alternative! i know it isn’t much- but this is all my silly way of showing what im workin on right now! (just so you guys know i am working on things!)

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FICS:

lee!barbarian tweek and ler!feldspar (thief craig)! i got an ask for these two sillies AGES ago (im so sorry for making you wait so long anon :((( ! but it IS in the works! pinky pinky swear!!!)

lee!butters and ler!kenny!

this one was one of my own silly little ideas- since i was very very happy to see how much everyone loved the butter’s little southern twang hc 🥹 so expect a lot of southern and a lot of giggles!

lee!tweek and ler!craig! more of the sillies!!! 🥹 this one actually has a funny backstory- a couple of days ago i responded to an ask that was asking me where i get my inspiration! (thank you again for that ask🥹) and in the hashtags i said this!

AND THAT IS WHAT INSPIRED THIS FIC LMAOOOO basically it’s the backstory behind the C + T carving in the woods!!! cute and silly and fun!!!

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and that’s what i got!!! my asks are still open so if you ever feel the urge to request or ask something- feel free to pop that in there!!! thanks for all the patience everyone!!! 🥹

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[strawmyberry]

LEE WENDY 🥹

TOAST I LOVE THIS MORE THAN I CAN EXPRESS

Maybe you could eventually do a Lee Wendy and Ler Bebe?

aaa omg yes ofc!! i love my girls <33 here you go anon!! hope you enjoy :) 💗

I’m Only Me When I’m With You

Lee Wendy / Ler Bebe

Word Count: 1,819

Bebe finds out Wendy’s ticklish :)

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It was a normal day at school, with Wendy and Bebe standing at their lockers after class. Bebe was detailing the most recent talk she had with the girls as she dug through her locker, Wendy standing next to her as she read something on her phone. The hallway was buzzing as kids crowded around their lockers, chatting and getting out their supplies and books for the next class.

“So I asked Red today in math if she got tickets for the concert, and she said that she didn’t get them yet, but she’s still trying,” Bebe updated as she reached in her backpack for her math book, trading it out for the science book from her locker.

“Uh-huh,” Wendy nodded, not looking up from her phone. She of course valued and cared about what Bebe was saying, but Wendy was currently too busy in her own world trying to decipher a text from Stan. She stared at the most recent message from him, squinting as she tried to figure out what the hell he was trying to say. His text was riddled with typos and improper grammar, like he rushed typing it before going to class. Well at least it wasn’t just a thumbs up emoji, Wendy thought. The text being an actual message with words was definitely (and sadly) an improvement, even if it was a little hard to read.

Bebe meanwhile went on, believing Wendy was still paying attention, “So then I asked Heidi if she was able to get tickets, and she said that she didn’t either because she’s waiting for the price to drop, which I get. Because obviously I still wanna go see Taylor Swift like everyone else, but there’s no way in hell I’m paying two hundred dollars for freaking nosebleeds! So we all agreed that even if we couldn't get tickets we'll still all go and hang out outside the stadium until they like, kick us out haha.”

“Yeah,” Wendy agreed absentmindedly as she stared at her phone.

“Do you already know what you’re gonna wear yet? I’m still deciding between dressing for Red or for Fearless. Because the red heart-shaped sunglasses with the fedora and white T-shirt look from 22 is iconic, but the fringe dress from Fearless would be sooo cute! I was going to go with 1989 since that’s my favorite album, but I don’t really know how to dress for that,” Bebe continued as she shut her locker, looking over to see Wendy engrossed in her phone.

“Wendy?”

Wendy said nothing as she typed in a few question marks on her phone and sent it to Stan as a response. That’ll do, she figured. She didn’t really know what else to say.

“Wendy, are you even listening?“ Bebe leaned over and gently poked two fingers into her friend’s side to get her attention, jumping back when Wendy let out a shrill squeak and flinched away. Luckily Wendy managed to not drop her phone despite her exaggerated reaction.

“Oh my god, what was that?!” The blonde asked with a small smile, surprised but entertained by Wendy’s response.

Wendy quickly turned around to look at her, shoving her phone in her pocket. “N-Nothing! Sorry, what were you saying?” She stammered out, clearly flustered.

Bebe said nothing and looked at Wendy for a second before diving her hand out once more, tasing Wendy’s side with her fingers in hope of getting a reaction similar to the first. Wendy let out a squeal as she felt the tickly feeling shoot up her body like electricity, her lips forcibly turning up in a smile as she jolted away from the blonde’s fingers.

“Behebe! Knohock it off!” Wendy demanded as she squirmed and swatted at Bebe’s hand.

“Oh my god, Wendy, you’re ticklish?” Bebe exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she beamed at her friend. She looked as if this was the greatest news she had heard in her life.

Wendy felt her cheeks heat up at her question. “Wh-!? I- N-No!” She stammered out, not knowing the best way to answer. She knew she was kind of screwed either way, Bebe was way too curious and eager to take no as an answer. Before Wendy knew it, Bebe already had launched her hands out, her manicured fingernails fluttering against Wendy’s sides.

Bebe gasped and smiled gleefully as Wendy burst out giggling. “Oh my god, you totally are! That’s so cute!” She cooed excitedly.

Wendy’s body wriggled around as she tried to throw off Bebe’s hands. “Behebe! Hehehe- stohohop!” She cried out, reaching for Bebe’s wrists. She was able to successfully grab them and pull them away making the blonde’s fingers still. Wendy held onto her friend’s wrists for a moment as she caught her breath, reluctant to let go. Her grip loosened for a split second, Bebe taking that opportunity to immediately rip her hands free and return to scribbling fingers over the other girl’s sides, inching her way up her ribs.

“Gah- Behehebe!” Wendy burst out into another peal of bubbly laughter, this time louder since she was caught more off guard. 

“Hehe, aw! You’re so ticklish!” Bebe smiled warmly, the other girl’s cheeks turning light pink at her statement.

Wendy doubled over as her giggles increased, the sound starting to catch the attention of the other kids in the hallway. The black-haired girl blushed as she felt eyes on her, looking up to see some people staring. “Behebe, stohop! Plehehease! P-Peheheople ahare lohooking!” Wendy pleaded.

Bebe looked over, meeting the eyes of some of her fellow classmates. Most wore soft smiles as they watched the scene in front of them while others were looking at the two with confused looks. “Fine,” Bebe sighed as she reluctantly pulled her hands away. As much as she enjoyed messing around with her best friend and using this newfound knowledge against her, Bebe also rather not have the attention of the entire hallway on them. Wendy panted and leaned against the locker as soon as Bebe stopped, trying to recover as quickly as she could. The other kids in the hall watched for a second longer before returning to what they were doing, much to the girls’ relief.

Wendy looked up at Bebe with a slight glare, thinking of something to say when the bell suddenly rang. “Oh!” Bebe perked up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and rushing away down the hall. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late for science!”

“Wh- But the bell just rang!?” Wendy complained but hurried after her anyway.

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A few hours had gone by, with the girls currently gathered together in the gym for cheerleading practice after school. Wendy was having a nice conversation with the other girls when Bebe suddenly came over, having other, more mischievous plans.

“Hey, guys!” The blonde greeted as she stood next to Wendy, the girl eyeing her suspiciously.

“Oh, hey, Bebe!” Nichole waved, “we were just talking about the Taylor Swift concert coming up.”

“Yeah, I’m so excited!” Lola chimed in.

“Oh, nice! Hey by the way, I found out something really funny today, did you guys wanna hear it?” Bebe questioned with a sly smirk. Wendy raised a brow, she didn't like that tone.

The girls all looked really intrigued at this. "Well yeah of course, what is it?” Annie asked.

“Yeah, what is it, Bebe?” Nichole spoke up as well, equally excited.

Bebe couldn't stop herself from chuckling a bit. "Well... did you guys know that Wendy’s ticklish?” She blurted out making Wendy turn pale. The girls all gasped at this news, their jaws dropping before they all shared the same eager smile.

“Wait, what? Seriously?” Heidi asked in disbelief. It was hard imagining Wendy all giggly. The girl always acted so mature, having a tough sense of humor and being hard to crack. She almost never laughed.

“Really?” Nichole quizzed with a smile, her eyes shining with sudden curiosity.

“No way,” Red shook her head.

“W-What!? Bebe!” Wendy scolded as the girls all talked at once. But her scowl quickly turned into a grin as Bebe brought her hands up to scribble fingernails up and down her sides and ribs. Wendy let out a squeal, flinching away defensively as she giggled brightly and batted at the blonde. The girls all gasped again in unison, cooing at her reaction. It was such a different, playful side of her that it made the girls a little shocked.

“Oh my god, you're right! She is!”

“Aw, how adorable!”

“Wendy, why didn’t you tell us sooner!?”

“God!” Wendy shouted as her face went bright red. “Bebe, you jerk!” She groaned as she pushed Bebe away, the blonde snickering in response.

“Hehe, sorry, Wendy! I just couldn’t resist! You’re not mad, right?”

Wendy sighed as she crossed her arms. She wasn’t actually mad, just a little embarrassed. Deep down, she actually kinda appreciated how she could be all soft around her friends, especially Bebe. “No… I’m not mad. Just don’t do it in the hallway again, please?”

“No promises!” Bebe winked, the rest of the girls giggling.

“Ooh, what happened in the hallway?” One of them asked with a smirk.

Bebe opened her mouth to answer but Wendy shot her a sharp, warning glare. “Bebe….”

“Nah, nothing happened, I’m just kidding,” Bebe waved it off before diverting her attention back to the other girls. “Anyway, what were you guys talking about again? The concert?”

“Oh, yeah!” Heidi nodded, “we were talking about what we’re gonna wear. What era are you guys going as? I think I might do Reputation or Folklore.”

“Definitely Lover!” Nichole added excitedly.

Wendy’s shoulders dropped in relief as the topic changed, glad the spotlight was off her.

“I think I'm gonna do Fearless!” Bebe joined in.

“Well, I think you guys already know for me, huh?” Red smirked, making the rest of the girls chuckle.

“What about you, Wendy?” Annie asked, the girls’ eyes turning to her.

“Oh, you definitely should do Speak Now!” Lola suggested, the others nodding in agreement.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“That’s so you, Wendy!”

“Purple’s so your color!”

Wendy smiled, happy her friends knew her so well. “That’s a great idea, I love that album!”

“Did you guys want to meet at my house after practice? I just got a bracelet making kit, we can all make bracelets for the concert!” Heidi proposed.

“Oh, definitely!” Nichole smiled, the rest of the girls cheerfully agreeing as well.

The rest of practice went really well, with all the girls being really excited and in high spirits as they looked forward to getting ready for the concert together. Wendy especially could feel the love, happy that she had friends she could rely on, even if they messed with her from time to time. She was so glad that she had such an amazing, close group of friends that she always could feel free to be herself around.

[strawmyberry]

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

ITS FINALLY HERE OMG TOAST 🥹

THIS WAS SO SO GOOD 🥹

Can you do lee Craig with the main four trying to not have to pay back that 100 dollars they took from him or something

hehe yess omg i love this idea <33 here you go anon!! sorry for the wait 😭 hope you enjoy!! 💗💗

So... Plan B?

Lee Craig / Ler Stan / Ler Kyle / Ler Kenny / Ler Cartman

Word Count: 3,973

The main four try to get out of paying Craig back his $100.

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Stan took a deep breath as he stood on the doorstep of the Tucker household. He stared up at the front door, Kyle anxiously glancing over at him. Kenny and Cartman stood right behind them, waiting for Stan’s next move. 

The four boys were there to pay back Craig for the hundred dollars that they borrowed from him. Well, borrowed was putting it lightly. In Craig’s eyes, it was practically theft.

About a week or so ago the four had barged into Craig’s house, persuaded him to fork over his birthday money on the false claim that they would double his money in one afternoon, and then proceeded to instantly waste all of it on a Peruvian flute band scheme that ended up with all five of them getting arrested and shipped off to Peru. The boys all ended up safely back at home after the whole thing, but Craig still kept pestering them about it, demanding that they give him his money back.

Fed up with Craig constantly bringing the topic up, the four agreed to give Craig a visit to work things out and pay him back. However, none of the boys brought anything near to the amount of money that they owed, instead deciding to go a different route. After they did some thinking, they came up with a series of ideas of how they could get out of this without paying him. It was foolproof. Mostly.

“Stan, are you sure this will work? It seems kinda… immature,” Kyle questioned the boy standing next to him, his eyes shifting to the side in disbelief.

“C’mon Kyle, don’t be a little bitch and wuss out on us,” Cartman scoffed behind him.

“Oh shut up, Cartman!” Kyle shot back.

“Well, we don’t have any other ideas, do we?” Stan pointed out, bringing the group’s attention back to the matter at hand. Kyle said nothing in response with Kenny giving an “uh-uh” and shaking his head. “See? So I’ll apologize and try to talk us out of paying Craig, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to plan B,” Stan continued to explain.

Kyle sighed, still looking hesitant. “Okay, if you say so, Stan. I hope this works, I really don’t want to have to resort to plan B…”

“I don’t either, Kyle, but we have no other options,” Stan replied with a worried frown, going to ring the doorbell. The four turned straight ahead, Craig opening the door after a moment. He eyed all of them, the small hint of interest he had on his face instantly being replaced with irritation as he scanned their faces.

“Oh, great. It’s you guys. What do you want? You here to give me my money?” He asked flatly.

“Hey, Craig. Can we come in for a second?” Stan requested, trying to make his tone sound sincere.

Craig gave him a blank look. “Why.”

“We wanted to talk with you,” Stan clarified.

Craig stared at him skeptically for a second before answering. “Fine,” he moved aside reluctantly as the four walked inside his house.

“Thanks, Craig. We’ll try to make this quick,” Stan assured before looking over to Cartman and giving him a nod. The two removed their beanies, holding them politely in their hands as they looked apologetically at Craig. Stan cleared his throat before speaking, “Craig, we know that we must look like horrible people to you, borrowing your fresh hundred dollars of birthday money and then accidentally getting us all trapped in Peru for a little while-“

“No shit,” Craig interrupted. 

Stan ignored him and continued, “-but we just wanted to say that we didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and from the bottoms of our hearts, we’re very sorry. We hope that you can look inside yourself and find it within you to forgive our apology.” Stan mentally gave himself a thumbs up as he finished, thinking that sounded very poetic. But Craig wasn’t buying it at all. He could smell their bullshit from a mile away.

“You didn’t bring the money, did you.” The four said nothing in response, their eyes darting away from him as they refused to answer. Craig sighed in annoyance, “goddamnit, you guys are such assholes.”

Cartman stomped his way over to the front and spoke up, thinking his master persuasion skills could be of use. “Craig, do you know how hard it is to raise a hundred dollars in this economy?” He was still holding his beanie pitifully in his hands.

“Well there’s four of you, so no, it shouldn’t be that hard,” Craig shrugged, “you can just divide it between you guys so each of you only needs to give twenty-five dollars.” He pointed between the four of them for emphasis. Stan and Kyle looked at each other, trying to ignore how none of them thought up that easy solution.

Cartman resisted the urge to scoff at him. “Well, Kenny’s poor, have you thought about that, Craig? You ignorant, classist asshole!” He yelled, dragging Kenny by the arm to stand next to him. “Look at him, Craig! Look at how poor he is. He can barley afford to get by day to day,” Cartman stressed. Kenny instantly got the point Cartman was making and stared right at Craig, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. “Twenty-five dollars is probably what his piece of crap family makes a year!”

Kenny instantly dropped the act and shot Cartman a glare. “Dude, the fuck?” He muffled making Cartman let him go and push him away.

Craig was unfazed by all of this, but still tried to reason with them. “Okay, well then how about the money you got from selling the flute band CDs?” He suggested.

“The government confiscated all that,” Stan answered.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So you see, Craig? We really tried our best, but there's nothing we can really do. We’re really sorry for all the trouble we caused you, we hope that you can just forgive us and put this all behind you,” Stan put on the sincere voice again, but Craig just stared at him blankly.

“Cool. I don't forgive you and I want my hundred dollars still.”

Stan and Kyle looked at him with bewildered expressions. “W-What? But we said we were sorry,” Kyle asked, puzzled.

Craig shook his head. “I don’t care. If you were really sorry, you would give me my money.”

The four gave him annoyed glares. “Dude, c’mon now you’re just being a dick,” Stan argued.

“Yeah!” Kenny agreed through his parka.

“I’m being a dick?” Craig questioned, his voice still monotone. “You four assholes wasted my birthday money and I'm the dick for wanting it back.”

“Well, yeah?” Kyle stated like the answer was clear.

“Obviously!” Cartman huffed, “God, Craig, all you care about is money! Stop being so materialistic, asshole!”

Craig blinked slowly. “So now I’m a materialistic asshole for wanting the hundred dollars that you guys stole from me back instead of a half-assed apology.”

Stan’s shoulders dropped. “Hey, I thought my apology was really good!” He frowned.

“It was good! don’t listen to him, Stan, he’s just being a heartless dick,” Kyle comforted his friend, putting a hand on his back.

Craig rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Either give me my hundred dollars or get out of my house.”

The others exchanged all-knowing looks, Cartman and Stan putting their hats back on. Craig wasn’t budging. Looks like it was time to turn to the next agreed plan of action: plan B. “Um, Craig, we can’t give that to you. So you either accept our apology and agree to drop this, or we will…. make you accept our apology,” Stan stated calmly, staring right at Craig.

Craig shot him a confused scowl. “W-What? The fuck does that mean? Are you threatening me?” He barked out, his voice raising as he took a step back defensively.

“No, no!” Stan held up his hands to show that he meant no harm but then paused for a second as he thought further. “Well uh, sorta.”

Craig watched as the four slowly inched closer, feeling a slight shiver go down his spine. “The hell do you have planned? Are you gonna punch me or something?” He asked, starting to panic a little bit. Craig usually had no problem standing his ground, but he knew that he had no chance going against four people at once. Plus his parents and his sister weren’t home, leaving Craig home alone.

“What?” Kyle raised a brow, the boys’ movements freezing.

“No, dude! Of course not!” Stan affirmed.

Craig’s shoulders dropped slightly, feeling a little relieved. “Oh. So uh, what are you gonna do?”

No answer as Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny shared another look once again, not really knowing what to say. They didn't want to give away their plan. “Craig, look, do you accept our apology or not?” Stan pressed, ignoring Craig’s question.

Craig tensed up in annoyance, a glare on his face. “What? No way, of course I don’t. You guys are thieving dickholes that owe me a hundred dollars,” he huffed.

Stan sighed. “Fine, then. I guess you leave us no choice. Cartman?”

Craig raised a brow as Cartman suddenly walked over and stood behind him, quickly slipping his upper arms underneath Craig’s and pulling them up so Craig’s arms were restrained to the side. “Gah- the hell are you doing? Let go of me, you fat fuck!” Craig yelled as he struggled, trying to break free of Cartman’s grip. He looked up to see Kyle, Kenny, and Stan slowly walking towards him. Craig continued his failed efforts to wriggle free, trying his best to not let any fear show in his eyes as he watched Kyle crack his knuckles.

“We didn’t want to do this, Craig. But you left us no option,” Stan warned one final time. Craig closed his eyes as they all shot their hands out, preparing for them to go against what they said and start hitting him or something. But what he felt instead was nothing like that at all. Rather than pain, Craig felt their fingers gently squeezing and wiggling against his sides, ribs, and stomach. It didn't hurt, but it was annoying. Wondering what the hell was going on, Craig slowly opened his eyes.

“What… What are you doing?” He questioned as he watched the three poke and scribble fingers all across his torso. Their determined looks suddenly faded as their fingers stilled, realizing their method wasn’t working.

Stan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he noticed Craig’s straight face. “…T-Tickling you?” Stan answered, freezing as realization set in. “Wait, Craig, are you not ticklish?” He asked frantically, suddenly feeling a little panicked.

Craig glanced away awkwardly then glanced back. ...This was their plan? Seriously? “Uh, no,” he responded, the three looking mortified at his answer.

“Shit!” Kenny yelled out.

“Goddamnit, I knew this wouldn’t work!” Kyle groaned and ripped his hands away, burying his face in his palms. His cheeks were already feeling hot as embarrassment started to set in. He felt stupid to have even considered doing this idea.

“Kyle, hold on-” Stan started to speak but got cut off by a loud, dramatic scoff from Cartman.

“Ugh, nice going, Stan! I knew we never should have gone with your gay-ass plan!” He chastised, still holding Craig back.

"Shut up, Cartman!" Stan shot him a glare before reaching out to Kyle, not losing hope in his idea just yet. “Dude, c’mon, Craig has to be lying. There’s no way he’s not ticklish at least somewhere. Everyone’s at least a little ticklish, right?” He asked, turning to Kenny and Cartman for confirmation. The two shrugged their shoulders at him.

“Well I’m not,” Cartman stated boldly, earning him an eye-roll from the rest of the kids.

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, maybe we aren’t trying the right spots,” Stan suggested, “maybe he is ticklish but just in certain places.”

“I don’t know, I think some people just aren’t ticklish, Stan,” Kyle replied. The two boys conversing lead them to miss how Craig shivered a bit when they mentioned trying other spots. What Stan and Kyle along with the rest of the guys didn’t know was that Craig was lying. He was ticklish, in fact quite so. But he was able to build up somewhat of a tolerance to it, managing to trick his friends at school into thinking that he wasn’t ticklish by being stone-faced and having no reaction. It took a specific kind of touch in certain spots to actually get a reaction out of him, something that Craig hoped the four wouldn’t find out.

“I’m not ticklish. Now let me go already,” Craig demanded, wriggling against Cartman’s hold.

“Not yet,” Stan held up a hand. “If you aren’t ticklish then you wouldn’t mind if we tested it again, right?” He quizzed.

“Fine. Whatever,” Craig gave an annoyed look, trying to ignore the sudden rush of fear he felt wash over him. They seemed really persistent on this. It was going to take everything in him to not crack.

Stan dug in once again, Kenny following suit. They each took a half, Stan on Craig’s right as Kenny stood at his left, spidering fingers all across his body. Stan drummed fingers over Craig’s stomach and part of his side while Kenny squeezed and poked at Craig’s other side along with his ribs. Kyle watched them from afar, still a little weary to join in.

Craig felt relieved, he was holding up good so far. No laughter managed to escape him yet, except for a few soft titters whenever he felt Stan’s fingertips over his stomach lighten and whenever he felt a finger or two poke into his underarms for a second. But luckily his laughter was so breathy and quiet that the guys didn’t seem to notice.

“You done yet?” Craig asked with a blank face.

The guys looked up at him in disbelief as they stopped once again. “What? Seriously? Still nothing?” Stan puzzled.

“I told you. I’m not ticklish, dipshits, now let me go and give me my money back,” Craig reiterated.

“See, Stan? C’mon, let’s just try something else,” Kyle gestured, wanting to drop this and move on already. But Stan still wasn’t convinced.

“No, not yet! I know you’re faking it, Craig! Just let it out already!” Stan called out, his fingers diving back in to continue his attack. He squeezed his sides, poked at his tummy, and drilled into each individual rib, but still nothing. Stan was just about to let up until he inched his fingers up into Craig’s underarms, deciding to try there again as a last-ditch effort.

Craig bit his lip as he felt fingers scratching against the hollows of his armpits through his jacket, desperately fighting to not let any noises loose. He was so close, he couldn’t break now. But then Stan dug in harder, causing a reluctant spill of monotone chuckles to escape him as he twitched against Cartman’s grip. Everyone’s eyes widened at the sound, their heads turning to face him.

“Hey, I knew it! Craig is ticklish!” Stan announced with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“What!?” Kyle exclaimed.

“Ha! You fuckin’ asshole, Craig! Really thought you could get away with it, huh?” Cartman laughed right into Craig’s ear making him wince.

“W-What!? No! I’m not ticklish!” Craig tried to argue despite feeling his cheeks go pink and laughing just a second ago.

Kyle ran back over, experimentally digging fingers into Craig’s ribs unannounced. The redhead gasped dramatically as Craig let out a steady stream of dull giggles. “You lying bastard!”

“Shuhut uhup! Stohop thihiHIHIHIS!” Craig cried out, his laughter only increasing as Stan and Kenny dug back in. Kyle moved to the side to give the other two more room, squeezing and scribbling fingers up and down Craig’s side and ribs.

“We’re sorry it had to come to this, Craig, but we have no other options!” Stan yelled as he drummed his fingers over the other side of Craig’s ribs that Kyle wasn't occupying and scratched at Craig's underarm making him squeak. Kenny meanwhile went for Craig’s stomach, spidering his fingers across his tummy and over the tops of his hips. His light touch seemed to be really effective.

“Yohou cohould juhust pahay mehe bahack, yohou dihicks!” Craig hissed through his nasally chuckles, snorting when he felt fingers brush over his hips.

“You really gonna insult us right now, Craig?” Stan pressed as he dug into Craig’s ribs a little harder. Craig said nothing in response, his laughter overtaking his thoughts and words. He squirmed side to side to try to get away, but it was useless as fingers were prodding and scribbling on every side of him.

“Aw, he’s so ticklish!” Kenny snickered as he continued to lightly flutter his fingers over Craig’s stomach making the poor kid flush bright red.

“Uhugh, shuhuhut uhuhup!” Craig groaned, wishing he could crawl into his jacket and hide there forever. God, this was so embarrassing. Craig tried his absolute hardest to keep his ticklishness a secret, with only his family and Tweek knowing about it. Craig always hated how sensitive he was and didn’t like to laugh that often. He was a little insecure about his crooked teeth, so the idea of laughing full force with his mouth wide open was not the most favorable of ideas. Well at least Craig was good at hiding his ticklishness. Well, until now at least. He had a pretty good record going, it only seemed fitting that these four assholes were the ones that ruined it.

“Hey, guys?” Cartman innocently spoke up as the three continued their tickly attack, just noticing something now.

“What, Cartman?” Stan asked, still scribbling fingers into Craig’s bottom ribs making him thrash beneath his fingertips.

“Why am I always the one who holds them back while you guys tickle them?”

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny shared a glance. “Well... because you suck at tickling,” Kyle responded.

“What?! Shut up, Kyle! No I don’t!” Cartman huffed out angrily, “fuck you, I’m awesome at tickling! See?” He let go of one of Craig's arms to dig his fingers into Craig’s armpit. Cartman scribbled and squeezed at the spot roughly making Craig burst out into another peal of loud, nasally laughter as he shot his now-free arm down against his side.

“Yohohu fuhuhucking ahahasshoholes! Stohohop ihit ahalreahady!” Craig called out through his chuckles. He didn’t know much longer he could take of this, the tickles along with the incessant arguing was really annoying.

“Not until you agree to accept our apology!” Kyle demanded as he slipped his hand under Craig's jacket to squeeze and poke at his side.

“Noho wahay, dihickheheads!” Craig persisted, snorts starting to interrupt his laughter. He still was set on getting back his hundred dollars, he wasn’t going to give in to such a childish thing like tickles no matter how embarrassingly effective it was.

“Fine then, have it your way, Craig! We warned you!” Stan yelled out as he shot his fingers up into Craig’s other armpit. Craig let out a loud shriek as both his underarms were now under fire. Okay never mind, scratch that, maybe Craig would have to give in to something childish like tickles. He tried to mentally weigh out his options in his head, but it was very difficult to think when there were seven hands tickling you at once. He had no choice, he had to throw in the towel.

“JEHEHEUHUHUS, fihihine! Yohohou dohohon’t hahahave to pa- AHAHAHHA! y-yohou dohohon't hahave toho pahahay mehehe bahahack! Juhuhust fuhuhuckihing stohohop!” The four stopped their movements as soon as Craig gave the word and backed away to give him some space. Craig let out some final breathy giggles, covering his red-hot face with his hands.

The reality of the situation started to set in as the boys watched Craig recover, the kid clutching his stomach as he breathed heavily. Stan couldn’t but help but feel a little bad as he watched the usually unbothered and apathetic guy from school be all red in the face and struggle to regain his composure. Maybe they had gone a little too far? Stan looked over to Kyle and Kenny, feeling relieved when he noticed that they had the same sympathetic look on their faces.

“Um… y-you okay, Craig?” Stan spoke up.

“The hell do you think?” Craig barked out sharply. Stan didn’t take it personally, knowing that he'd just been through a lot.

“Uh, if it helps, we can give you whatever money we have on us,” Stan suggested, glancing to the others for approval. They all nodded in agreement, except for Cartman.

“Ey! This wasn’t part of the pla- OW!” He went to protest but was interrupted by a swift kick to the back of the shin followed by a stern look from Kyle.

Craig looked Stan over. Seemed like he meant it. “Fine, whatever,” Craig mumbled as stood up straight and brushed himself off. It was better than nothing, he figured.

The four dug into their pockets, fishing for anything they had on them. Cartman stated that he left all his money at home, but was proved wrong after Kenny shoved his hand into Cartman's jacket pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill along with a few ones. The four ended up with a combined total of thirty-seven dollars and some change after pooling together their money. Stan meekly offered it to Craig, who snatched it out of his hand.

Craig sighed defeatedly and shook his head as he flipped through the dollar bills and coins, counting it up in his head. “Fine. This is enough,” he said looking up at them.

“Really?” Stan perked up. He was a little shocked Craig was letting them off this easily.

“Sure, whatever,” Craig shrugged as he stuffed the money in his pocket. “I don’t care anymore just fucking get out of my house.”

The four exchanged looks. “You sure, Craig?” Kyle went to confirm.

“Yes, just leave already,” Craig brought a hand to his forehead in annoyance as he pointed at the door. “And never speak of this again.”

The boys quickly walked out the front door as Craig slammed it behind them. As soon as it shut, they all jumped up and cheered excitedly, except for Cartman who was still mourning the loss of his pocket change.

“So that went pretty well!” Stan declared happily as he high-fived Kenny, the four boys stepping off the Tuckers’ doorstep and starting to walk down the street.

“Pfft not for me! I lost thirteen freaking dollars!”

Kyle rolled his eyes at Cartman’s complaint. “Oh boo-hoo! I lost fifteen dollars and you don’t see me whining about it!”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!” Cartman scoffed as he pointed an accusing finger into Kyle’s chest.

Kyle raised a brow and roughly shoved off Cartman’s hand, “the hell do you mean by that, fatass?”

“You know what I mean, Kahl! Don’t act stupid! You know perfectly well that….” 

The two continued to bicker again as always, making Stan and Kenny sigh as they continued down the sidewalk. Craig was meanwhile still standing with his hand on his face in his living room, trying to convince himself that the whole affair that just happened wasn’t real. He had to have just imagined that, this was way too embarrassing and stupid to have been real. Right? 

…Who was he kidding. Of course that was real. Only those four morons would be childish enough to have tickled him out of his hundred dollars instead of just paying it back. Well at least no one was around to witness that whole thing. And at least Craig still got thirty-seven dollars out of it, along with a firm reminder to never trust those four assholes ever again.m

[strawmyberry]

MATCHAAAAA 🥹

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

anyways-

Who tf is matchacowbee??

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

- cw for minors swearing

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

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

“Whoever is doing this better fess up soon!”

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

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

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

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

“…uh Kyle?”

The three boys looked over at the redhead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stan walked over and pulled Kenny off Kyle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

:p

[strawmyberry]

bro where do you get so much creativity and love for your hcs/fics? because Jesus-

*chokes casually*

that’s a very good question!!! thank you for the ask coke!! 🥹

for the ideas, they’re just random things that just poof into my head at random times! sometimes, i’ll just get random inspiration from a random thing i see- and my brain just starts spitting out content!

(like for my b for broflovski fic- i saw a tiktok of matt and trey’s basketball and i just started thinking “baseball…baseball 3 strikes…kyle and stan have played baseball…baseball but tickles?” and it grew from there!)

when im writing hcs for a specific characters- i usually try to get into the swing of things. i think up a few hcs- and eventually im on a roll. its really fun when you think of one hc- and then suddenly it morphs into even more, more detailed hcs🥹

my brain works a LOT faster than my tippity tapping typing fingers- so i try to take it slow- so i don’t forget any of the ideas that i have before i manage to write them down. (this has happened WAY too many times :( )

as for the love of it- i really love these little guys🥹🥹🥹 and even when it’s not about South Park; i love building a story and fleshing it out! im a theatre kid (oh no!!! sorry!!!) so im a huge sucker for characterization! (and catchy little show tunes)

i think my favorite part when writing is the dialogue- since i love to talk through my writing. sometimes i read my dialogue out loud- because it helps me see if what i wrote makes any sense. i also like knowing how things are said when i write them- so reading out loud really helps!

when i was writing b is for broflovski- i can’t put into words HOW MUCH i was thinking about it <333 it was genuinely SUCH a fun experience- i would be doing something completely unrelated and suddenly id just start thinking about it!

and of course- knowing people actually look forward to seeing what im writing makes me even more excited 🥹🥹🥹

i hope this made sense!!! it’s kinda hard to explain- but i wanted to try!!! thanks again for the ask coke🥹

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[strawmyberry]

THIS IS SO CLEVER LMAOOO

I LOVE IT ITS SO CUTE

oh no they found my Tumblr !?!?!?

I don't really like how it came out tbh lol >< but I still felt like drawing

[strawmyberry]

strawberry you are so cute and have such good vibes ily and ur blog so so so much <3 /p ~tricks-tickles

omg thank you tricks🥹❤️

i love you and your blog too!! /p 🥹

its such a huge compliment that people feel comfortable on my blog 🥹🥹🥹

when i make hcs and fics there are moments where i worry that they’re bad- or, at the very least, not good enough to post. but then i post and i get waves of love that totally make me feel better

and then i get reblogs and messages from writers that are AMAZING and i totally look up to- and it never fails to make my day 🥹 i know it’s probably stupid to get all mushy about- but all the kind words really make me happy

i say this so much- and im so sorry if it’s getting redundant- but i dont know how to express how touched i am by how welcoming and friendly everyone has been to me 🥹 it really means a lot to me!

thank you so much everyone🥹❤️

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[strawmyberry]

hi strawberry!! hope ur having a good day!! i absolutely loved ur headcanons for the main 4! they are soo cute i literally re-read them all the time 😭💗💗 do you by chance have any headcanons for butters?? <3

AAAA!!! more headcannons!!! makes my heart happy!!

cute little fun fact about me before we start- im a very indecisive person! basically meaning ive never really been able to choose a favorite character in South Park- i have way too many-

but i LOVE butters with all my heart! he’s a little guy and i wanna squish his cheeks! so of COURSE i have headcannons for him!! thank you for the ask toast <3

i hope you guys like them!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Butters!

HE’S SO TICKLISH

i am so certain he is just a ball of ticklishness!

i don’t know if he’s more ticklish than kyle though!

if anything- i think they’re tied!

has the cutest laugh ever ever ever!

his laugh 100% causes cuteness aggression

(i think someone intends to tickle him for only a minute- they hear his laugh- and they literally cannot stop. HE’S TOO CUTE!)

he’s a wiggly worm!

he leans into being tickled by accident- little silly guy <33

(he’ll lean one way to avoid it just to lean into the other side by accident!)

HE HAS A TICKLISH TUMMY!

im so normal about this you guys!!!!

(butters is a human version of the pillsbury dough boy!!!)

his worst spot is his stomach!! but his armpits are pretty bad too!

HE ALSO HAS TICKLISH HANDS

like- they’re not superrrrr ticklish- but they’re ticklish!!

he learned to do his own nails for that exact reason!

(yes!!! butters likes to have painted nails sometimes!!! let him have it!!!)

he has a little hello kitty sticker on his index nail! he’s classy! he’s stylish! he’s chic!

he really likes being tickled!!

(he’s touch starved :((( )

i think he could ask to be tickled for the longest time

could being past tense!!! because- poor little guy figured out that not everyone likes being tickled!

he totally thought everyone liked it as much as he did

( [f]artman burst that bubble real quick :( )

so now he’s a little bit more shy about it!

but there are certain people that are already well aware- so they give him his fill to cheer him up <3

he makes a lot of noises- squeals, squeaks, hiccups, you name it!!

gah he is SO CUTE :(((

teasing is SO effective he can’t handle it

if you wiggle your fingers at him it’s over!!!

he already starts giggling!!

(and i means GIGGLING giggling! you’re practically already tickling him!)

he curls up like a little hedgehog!!

i also imagine he cries when he laughs too hard- and it makes his lers feel SO BAD because they think he’s actually crying

he somehow becomes even more southern when getting tickled

his faint little twang gets amplified by a billion!!

HE COVERS HIS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS!!!

i hate to say it- but i feel like mr. stotch (i hate him >:( ) has made butters practically hate his own laugh

he apologizes sometimes while laughing :(((

BUT HIS LERS ARE SO DEDICATED TO MAKE SURE HE KNOWS HOW CUTE HIS LAUGH IS

he takes teases SO literally!!

“awww, does that tickle?” “yehehehes!!! a lohohot!!”

(i always think back to wendy’s “are you just an asshole?” line!!! this HAS to be canon!!)

raspberries are SO bad for him!

and the poor thing falls for it every! time!

“hey, you know what my favorite fruit is?” “ohohoh chrihihistmas- i knohohow yohou’ve tohohold me behehefore!! im sohohorry-i dohont rehehemember! …ahahapples?”

he is also very aware that tickling is the first resort when i comes to getting him to do something

“no! i won’t! ….oh hamburgers- you’re gonna tickle me, aren’t ya’? please don’t! im sorry fellas, really-!”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS :(((

and he’s such a sweet ler too!!

that’s not to say he doesn’t go all out- he definitely does!!!

but he constantly checks in! makes sure he isn’t crossing any boundaries!

surprisingly, he’s super duper teasy

“Awww! You’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!” (thing pronounced thang!!! southern bell!!)

tickles are always his go to for anything

(sometimes he looks for excuses to tickle people- just to hear their laughs!!)

he randomly pokes at people! just for funnzies!

especially Kenny- poor Kenny gets poked way too much

(butters totally does the thing where he pokes and quickly looks away, as if he isn’t the only one standing next to kenny who could’ve done it)

he has a BLAST- whether he’s a Lee or a Ler!!!

hes such a good sport about it he’s so sweet :((

“that was fun!!!”

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Professor Chaos!

oh no!!! who’s this evil, totally unrelated, fiend who’s invaded my butters headcannons??

well- i guess since he’s here! we might as well!

very ticklish!!! it really works against him!

he has a little maniacal laugh that he tries to keep up while being tickled

(but that only works for like- 5 minutes! then he’s all giggles and squeals!)

his minions tickle him from time to time!!

of course- completely on accident!

(or maybe those hamsters ARE evil?!)

but he just giggles a little, catches them, and puts them back in their little balls!

getting captured by Racoon & Friends/Freedom Pals is very common!

he tries to act all macho and evil

(it never works!! doesn’t even last five seconds!)

it’s the same song and dance every single time!

“mwhahaha! you really think you can get me, Professor Chaos, to tell you where I’m conducting my next evil scheme? you are wrong!” “…” “oh! u-uh- you think you can resort to c-childish antics, huh? w-well! i-im not ticklish! s-so, yeah!!”

hes very dedicated to his character!!

he does this little silly thing where…sometimes…he forgets what info he’s supposed to confess

sometimes he gets lucky! (mysterion or toolshed quickly whisper in his ear what hes supposed to say- and he goes along with it!)

but sometimes…he gets stuck with Racoon & Friends

(they don’t care if he can remember or not- they just tickle him until he remembers again)

BUT HE ALWAYS GETS THEM BACK!

this evil evil guy is the most evil evil ler in South Park!!

(ooooooo! scary!)

professor chaos’ super evil super effective interrogation!

(he calls it “Interronation”!)

wether it’s because he physically can’t pronounce it or that he’s just clueless is for you to decide! it’s both!

tickling is his only resort. if it doesn’t work?

…well- that’s never happened before- so he doesn’t have a backup plan!

but he goes ALL OUT

he has feathers, he has hairbrushes, he has a pair of The Racoon’s claws (he stole them >:D) anything that you think could be used to tickle a person- HE HAS IT!

he keeps it all in a little teal lunchbox (it has cute little stars!!!) that he got from his mom

(sure, he doesn’t use it for lunch, but it’s getting used!!)

but strawberry!! isnt it impractical to have to carry around a lunchbox?

yes! yes it is!

that’s why he also has a cute little tool belt with little slots to put everything in!

it’s made out of tinfoil! (he made it himself <3)

and he has spares in the back of his closet!! jusssst in case!

he teases a BUNCH

“i think someone’s gonna have to give up soon…you seem really ticklish here…”

he says the word “tickle” and all its many variations millions and billions of times

mostly because it’s super effective!!

(but also because he thinks it’s a fun word to say!!)

he also sings a little while he does- he’s silly!!

“🎶 i think someone’s ticklish! 🎶”

he makes every single time a new experience

(like, he starts every time brand new- as if he’s “discovering” each spot for the first time all over again!)

but, despite the fact that he’s an evil evil guy (ive mentioned he’s evil right?) he’s still super sweet

he stops every now and then, does a quick check in!

thats some of the only times you’ll see him break character- it’s so cute

“…ya’ good, Kenny?” “whahat?” “are you okay? can ya’ breathe-? do ya’ need water?” “…uhuh…nohoho?” “and what about here? is it okay that im tickling you here?” “uh…yehehah?” “oh! oh goodie! …round two!”

and he has waters on hand!! he buys the jumbo packs!

(you know? the little mini water bottles with the little motivational quotes on them? those little ones!)

the little evil guy doesn’t really have the heart to hurt anyone- he just likes hearing his friends laugh!!!

deep down he knows they’re gonna get him back a million times worse but it’s all in good fun! so he doesn’t mind!

all is fair in love and superhero civil war!