#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.

[yiplee]

Yes! Please write the Kyle and Stan vs Tweek and Craig fight when you have time! Talk about an epic battle! And seeing Tweek and Craig being tickled to death at the same time would be so cute!

Yes omg

Them rn:

Stan&Kyle vs. Tweek&Craig leeets get it 😍✨

Sorry I’m not getting to the other requests I’m just having writers block with them but this I wanna do. Keep the reqs coming!

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Stan, Kyle, Tweek and Craig were all hanging out at Kyle’s house. They were sat on the couch in front of the TV, arguing over what to watch.

Stan and Kyle wanted to watch Terrance and Phillip, while Craig insisted they watched Red Racer. Tweek thought the idea of choosing a side was too much pressure, so he stuck with Craig’s choice as they were usually a pair with things.

“It’s my house, Craig! I should get to choose what to watch!” Kyle argued, pointing an accusatory finger at his monotone friend.

“You invited us over to watch ‘the greatest show of all time’, I didn’t think you meant the dumbest!” Craig retorted.

“Dude, we all like Terrance and Phillip! You’re the only one who likes Red Racer!” Kyle argued back, getting a scoff and eyeroll from Craig.

“Guys, guys, I think there’s only one way to settle this.” Stan interrupted, cocking an eyebrow at the two other boys across the couch.

Tweek jumped in his seat. “AGH! What do you mean?! Are you gonna fight?! GAAH! That’s too much pressure!!” He cried, pulling on his hair.

“No, no! Not like that!” Stan shook his head, cracking his knuckles and sharing a glance with Kyle, who understood instantly and nodded back to him.

Craig blinked in realization. He quickly turned and whispered into Tweek’s ear, and winced as Tweek yelled back into Craig’s ear.

“AHH! That’s WAY too much pressure!!” Tweek shook his head violently. Craig put a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Well? Are we doing this?” Kyle asked, slipping his green gloves off. All four boys looked at eachother, nodding.

“First side to give up loses?” Craig guessed, getting a nod of approval from Stan. And with that, they charged toward eachother like the dramatic kids they are.

Kyle lunged at Craig, digging his fingers into his ribs and getting no reaction from the blank-faced individual.

Meanwhile, below the couch, Stan was trying to hold Tweek still, who was thrashing wilder than an angry piglet.

Back on the couch, Craig grabbed hold of Kyle’s arms and swiftly turned the tables on him. He scribbled his fingers into Kyle’s sides, getting a loud squeal from the boy.

“FUHUHUHUCK! CRAHAHAIG WAHAHAIT!!” Kyle squealed, as Craig began mercilessly scribbling his fingers up and down his sides.

“Oh shit! Kyle!” Stan let go of Tweek, climbing up to the couch to help Kyle. He left Tweek just laying on the ground, panting.

Stan grabbed Craig’s arms from behind and began pulling him away from Kyle, who was thrashing and squealing below him.

Craig proved too strong at first, but when Stan dug into Craig’s armpits, his arms shot back from Kyle to his sides.

“Oh?” Stan raised an eyebrow with a smirk, quickly holding Craig’s arms still. “You go handle Tweek, Kyle. I’ve got this one.” Stan nodded to Kyle, who was already on it.

As Craig was resisting Stan’s fingers, the loud shriek of Tweek was heard as Kyle’s fingers attacked him.

“GAAAHA!! CRAHAHAHAIG HEHEHELP MEHEHE!!” He cried, Thrashing wildly under Kyle’s arms.

“I’m kind of busy, Twee-EEHEEK!” Craig cracked, squirming urgently away from Stan as he scribbled his fingers into his armpits.

“Well? Still wanna watch Red Racer?” Stan called, as he spidered his hands down Craig’s sides, earning a stream of low giggles.

“Yehehes!” Craig said stubbornly. He knew he could outlast Stan, but it was Tweek he was worried about.

Down on the floor, Tweek was shrieking and thrashing as Kyle skittered his fingers along his ribs. “GAAH! STOHOHOP IT! AAAH!!” He screamed, grabbing Kyle’s wrist and biting down on it like an animal.

“AH!” Kyle retracted his hand, rubbing his wrist in pain. “What the hell, dude?!”

Tweek took this opportunity to dash away, climbing onto the couch and trying to separate Craig and Stan.

Kyle climbed up on the couch, him and Stan nodding to eachother. Tweek and Craig were now cornered next to eachother, as Stan and Kyle suddenly skittered all of their fingers across both of them.

“GAAAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAIT!!” Tweek cried out, pulling on his hair and thrashing back and forth. Craig turned away, biting his lip as he fought against the sensations, but they ultimately proved to be too much.

“Okahahahay!! Okay we give uhuhup! We’ll watch your dumb shohohohow!!” Craig conceded.

“GAH! YEAHAHAH! WE GIHIHIVE UHUHUP!!” Tweek shrieked, agreeing with Craig on the movement.

Stan and Kyle moved away from the other two, sharing some smug grins. “Soo, Terrance and Phillip it is then?” Stan said, picking up the remote.

“…Fuck you.” Craig sighed, catching his breath as he sat next to Tweek, who was practically buzzing from the action, as Stan put Terrance and Phillip on.

[gigglingsoftly]

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

-One of your fans❤️

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

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

Not Ticklish

Word Count: 609

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up fatass,” Kyle retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up, Kenny!”

[slimeylee]

"Video Games"

this is my first sptk fic oh em gee!! didnt rly know what to name it lol

fic request here :]]

lee stan (he/him) ler kyle (he/him)

30. Bold words for someone within tickling distance.

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It was an afternoon on a Saturday, which meant no school. Kenny and Cartman were apparently busy today, but luckily Kyle was free.

Stan decided that he would invited Kyle over to his house to play some video games. Just a one-on-one, the two of them hanging out.

The two were sitting on the couch in Stan's living room playing a racing game that Kyle had gotten for his birthday. Both of them were on the last lap of the game, and now it was a battle to see who'd cross the finish line first.

"Hah, you're gonna lose, dude." Stan stated with a smirk, currently first place in the game they were playing.

"Bold words for someone within tickling distance." Kyle retorted, reaching over to his friend and squeezing his side with one hand, attention still on the game.

"WhAHA- What the fuck, duhude!?" Stan laughed out, having gotten distracted by the sudden feeling. Kyle snickered at the way Stan's laugh sounded.

"I'm gonna lose, huh?" Kyle gave a quick grin as Stan fumbled his controller and refocused. "You asshole! You distracted me!" Stan bit his lip as he fought to catch up.

And disappointing enough for Stan, the "you win!" message popped up on Kyle's side of the screen as he zoomed passed the finish line and finished the last lap.

"You suck, dude." Stan scoffed, crossing his arms playfully. "Maybe think before you say things, anything you say can always be used against you!" Kyle grinned.

The two looked at each other before laughing the situation off, agreeing to a rematch. This time, a fair match.

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sorry its suuper short i wouldve made it longer but i had no ideas on what more to add to it

i havent written in a while either lol

hopefully its good enough tho lol !1 ill try to make my next fic longer a bit if not a lot lol

-slime

[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.

[strawmyberry]

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

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

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

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Swallow Your Pride!

Lee Kenny / Ler Stan and Kyle

Word Count: 3,038

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…What happened?”

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

“Cartman’s gone for two weeks!” 

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

“You’re shitting me!”

“I’m not! I’m not shitting you!” 

“You’re not shitting him?”

“No! No, I’m not! Cartman’s-“

“Dude!”

“-going to Nebraska-“ 

“No way!” 

“-to see his family! For two weeks!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys go without me- have fun!”

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

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

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

“Kenny…you know we could pay for-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dickheads?!”

“Dickheads?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Fucking dickheads…”

[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

[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.

[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 ><

[stariez-artz]

Have some tickle art that I drew but never dropped

[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.

[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.

[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 .

[mttsbcshhtpst]

@smolbadguy ok I'm done

[strawmyberry]

thank u for the kyle tickle hcs... him being the most ticklish out of the m4 AND being weakest to light tickling is SO IMPORTANT TO ME

you get me anon!!! lee kyle is so cute!! so cute in fact- i got a little surpriseeee! thank you all so much for all the kind words on my first fic!! im so glad you guys liked it 🥹 soooo…here’s another one!! i hope you guys like it!! thanks again!!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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B for Broflovski!

Lee Kyle / Ler Stan

Word Count: 4,229

With Kyle panicking over the “horrible” grade he got on his History test, Stan puts a little extra effort into convincing him that “B” doesn’t always have to stand for “Bad.” In fact, to him, it stands for something a thousand times better.

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Stan knew Kyle was a perfectionist. Kyle knew Kyle was a perfectionist. The entire town of South Park knew Kyle was a perfectionist; yet, somehow, despite that, Stan was never really prepared for when Kyle would have one of those days.

“It’s bullshit, dude! I’m telling you; it’s fucking bullshit! Mr. Garrison has some kinda’ personal vendetta against me. I fucking hate him! ‘Fucking asshole, it’s ridiculous!”

Stan had gotten used to walking quickly besides Kyle since Kyle had the tendency to walk and talk, especially when he was in a bad mood. Luckily for Stan, he was pretty good at keeping up.

“And Cartman? Oooh, ‘fucking Cartman? I’m going to kick his ass- I deal with a lot of shit from him. I take it! I suck it up and I take it! But this? I’m done. I’m going to shove my foot so far up his ass- I swear to god-“

Stan had tried a million strategies when it came to this issue, and he had found that the best thing to do was to let Kyle get all of it out of his system. Let him ramble, eventually he’d get tired of it. After that is when he’d be able to talk logically with his, figure out what to do next.

“The only reason he got an A was because he cheated off of Tolkien. But, of course, Garrison doesn’t see it! As if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world! It’s so fucking dumb dude, I seriously can’t- Ma, I’m home! Stan’s here too, we’re gonna go upstairs, okay?”

Okay, Stan had to admit, it was a little funny how Kyle’s rage was like an on and off switch when it came to his mom. He’d be cursing up a storm one second and the next he’d go all Positive Paul on him. He’d shout a quick hello to Kyle’s mom too, because…manners, before following Kyle up the stairs and into his room.

“It just- It pisses me off so much! It’s not fair- I studied so hard for that stupid test!”

Stan would place his backpack next to Kyle’s dresser. He’d proceeded to chase the redhead around his room a little bit, stopping his endless pacing for a second so he could take the backpack off his friend’s back. He’d plop it next to his own before throwing himself onto Kyle’s bed, already getting himself comfortable. Knowing Kyle, this could go on for…god know how long.

“I fucking hate South Park…”

Kyle loved to rant and rave, yeah. It always made him feel a lot better- since he was able to get all his anger out without punching a hole in his wall. But…he could only talk for so long without breathing. So, he’d take a small break, just so he could regain his breath. Kyle would turn back to Stan- only to see the position he was in.

Stan was laying in his bed. Yes- yes that’s what beds are for- but Stan was laying in his bed. Like, laying in his bed. Head amidst a sea of pillows, body sinking slightly into the soft mattress, limbs languidly sprawled across the bed; the whole works. “Oh- sorry, ‘you done?” He’d ask, his words muffled by all of the pillows around his head.

“Uh…no. Not yet. Sorry- I can stop if you’d like-“

“No! No, keep going. I’m all ears.”

“Ooookay…?” Kyle would nod, confused as hell. How long had he been like that? How didn’t he notice before? Why was he messing up his pillows? Well- now he couldn’t remember where he had left off. He’d stare at the bed post as his mind wandered, trying to retrace his steps. Oh! Yeah! Hating South Park!

“…I think today was stupid.” Kyle would start, starting the tirade off slowly. “Everything about it, yeah, but the changing seats thing was really stupid.” He’d continue, the momentum slowly picking up as he spoke. He was getting the hang of it again!

“I mean, I get the changing seats thing. But I told him! I said, “Mr. Garrison, please keep me next to Stan. He keeps me focused.” Which is true because you’re one of the only ones in class who isn’t a total moron. And even when you are- you don’t do it to annoy me- you just-“

“Wait. Uh-go back? …Why am I being called a moron? What did I do?” Sitting up from his extremely habitable position, Stan would raise his left eyebrow; his face laced with confusion. Stan would usually listen to everything Kyle had to say before talking, but that little comment about him just threw him for a loop.

“Huh? I’m not calling you a moron, dude.”

“Uh…you just did though?”

“Did I? Really?” A flicker of his own confusion would cross his face, accompanied by a subtle furrowing of his brow as he stood there for his moment. He’d tap his foot, humming a bit as he thought before it clicked. Kyle’s face would turn white. “Oh shit.” His eyes would widen, quickly holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…I don’t think you’re a moron…sorry..”

“No, I know. It’s okay, man, really!” Stan would give a reassuring smile, letting the comment just slide off his shoulders. “You’re upset, dude, it’s all good.” Stan had gotten used to that too. Kyle was a very…passionate person- he’d go really big when it came to his rants. Stan knew better than to actually take offense to anything Kyle said when he was in one of those moods.

“Yeah…It’s just- maybe I get Garrison not putting us together because we’re Super Best Friends. I mean- I don’t really get it- but I could see the logic behind it. But, at the very least, he could’ve sat me next to someone who wasn’t a total asshole! Sit me next to Craig! He’s quiet! Or Tolkien! Tweek! Jimmy! Butters! I would’ve been fine with anyone! Anyone! Except, Cartman! And guess what happens! Guess who I get sat next to! Guess!”

Stan would nod along as he listened, staying sat up this time instead of going to lay back down again. He wouldn’t really notice he was supposed to answer the question at first. He thought it was rhetorical! After all, he was literally there. He saw all of this happen already. But…okay? He’d play along? “Uh…Cart..man?”

“Fucking Cartman! I’m pissed, but I’m like: “OK, whatever, I can deal with this, no big deal.” But then, I’m in the middle of the test- the test. ‘You know? The thing where you’re supposed to do your own work and shut the fuck up while you do it? And for some goddamn reason-he just won’t shut the fuck up! And I’m thinking: “Is it really that hard to just shut your fucking mouth for five seconds?” But, whatever, I studied for this test so I’m gonna get a good grade on it! Right? No! Fucking no! ‘Cause it’s let’s all dog on Kyle day! And I think his voice was just so fucking grating- I just forgot half of the shit that I studied! He fucked me! He literally fucked me!”

Man. Who needed TV? Who needed Assassins Creed, Indiana Jones, and Lego Batman when you had Kyle Broflovski as your super angry, Super Best Friend? He was basically free entertainment at this point! Stan’s eyes would follow Kyle around the room, and Kyle was moving so much it looked like Stan was watching a tennis match.

“-And you know what really upsets me? ‘You know what just irks me like just a little bit? The fact that I know I’m gonna have to walk in the school tomorrow, and Wendy is gonna come up to me-and she’s gonna be like, “Oh, Kyle! How did you do on the history test? I’m really happy with my grade!” And I’m gonna have to be like, “Oh yeah, Wendy! I’m sure you are!” And then she’s gonna rub it in my face like she always does-“

“What? Wendy doesn’t rub her grades in your face…” Stan would, admittedly, get a little defensive at that statement. This was his girlfriend they were talking about! And…well- she wasn’t here to defend her own honor like he knew she would’ve liked to- so he was gonna do it for her! “Wendy wouldn’t try to make you feel bad about yourself, Kyle-“ Stan would start to say, cutting himself off when Kyle randomly pointed his index finger at him.

“You know what’s funny? I knew you were going to say that!” Kyle would argue, his eyes lit with a combo of satisfaction and frustration. “I knew you were going to defend Wendy! You’re biased, Stan!”He’d accuse. “She rubs her grades in my face all the time! You just turn a blind eye to it because you’re biased!”

“What are you talking about? Dude, if anything, I’d be biased towards you. I’ve known you longer.” Stan would jump to defend himself, rolling her eyes as he did. “I’m sorry if she’s hurt your feelings, Kyle, but I’m sure there’s no bad blood there.” That was a bit of a half-assed apology. Again, Kyle was ranting- so Stan had no idea if he actually meant half of the shit he was saying. He just wanted to resolve the situation.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you! You’re not the one who’s gonna be ridiculed for getting a B on the test!” Kyle would retort, crossing his arms as he huffed.

“I’m sorry…what?” Stan looked stunned. Staring at Kyle as if he had three heads, Stan would open his mouth to speak- just to cut himself off before he managed to say anything. He was trying to think of a nice way to put this. Really really hard. “…Run that by me again?”

“Don’t be an asshole! I got a B, okay?! It’s embarrassing- I know!”

“…Dude.” Stan would pinch the arch of his nose, letting out a long, irritated sigh. “That’s what this is about? Seriously?” He’d clarify. “…This whole time, I thought you had gotten an F- or, at the very best, a D. You got a B?” Stan wasn’t even mad, honestly. Actually, he was a little bit impressed. “Kyle…” At this point, Stan couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way this was actually happening. “A B is a good grade, dude. You have nothing to worry about.”

Now, Stan knew he was one to say stupid things sometimes- but this time, he could’ve sworn that what he said was actually a little bit smart. But the look Kyle was giving him? It almost made him doubt himself. Kyle was looking at him as if he had just said he puts milk in the bowl before the cereal. His jaw would drop, holding his hand out in front of him in shocked horror. “…You did not just say that to me.”

“Kyle, seriously, you’re wigging out over nothing!” Stan would try to explain, getting up from the bed. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over this. It’s just a B! A B is, what? …80%? That’s good! That’s really good!”

“I can’t believe you’re actually telling me this right now! You have to be shitting me! Do you even know what the B stands for, Stan?” Kyle would ask, the look on his face saying that he already knew the answer. “Do you? Do you, Mr. Isaac Newton? Care to enlighten me?”

“Jesus Christ…” Stan would grumble, rolling his eyes yet again. He’d stand there for a second, shrugging the question off. “…I dunno, brilliant?”

“Brilliant?” Kyle would repeat. “Brilliant?!” Kyle’s eye would twitch, as if Stan had just said the most absurd thing he had ever said. “No! It stands for BAD. Bad, Stan! B. A. D. Bad!”

“B doesn’t stand for Bad…” Stan would state. “F stands for bad.”

“Bad doesn’t start with a F, Stan!” Kyle would scream, frustrated. “B stands for Bad, Bummer, Buffoon- think of a word that starts with a B- nine times out of ten it’s a negative connotation! It’s the most obvious thing in the world!”

“I know that YOU’D be happy to get a B- but I’m perfectly valid in being upset about it! God!”

Ouch.

The air in the room was tense; and the silence that came after Kyle’s groan didn’t really help that. They’d stare at each other for a solid minute, waiting for the other one to say something. In that moment of stillness, Kyle had to opportunity to realize how mean what he said just sounded. In that moment, Kyle would brace for impact. He expected Stan to scream at him- or storm out the door and never come back. But…Stan didn’t do any of that.

Stan would take a deep breath. A long one. “…Okay.” He’d say, breaking the silence. “You need to chill out.” Kyle would open his mouth to apologize or, at the very least, give Stan a verbal agreement- but Stan would quickly cut him off.

“You broke Baseball Rules.”

Kyle’s eyes would widen. Shit. No. No- he didn’t. Did he? Oh god. No- he definitely did. Fuck! “…Y-You didn’t tell me we were playing Baseball Rules.” Kyle would hold his hands up in defense, backing up slightly.

“I don’t have to tell you when we’re playing Baseball Rules. That’s the whole point- we don’t have to repeat the rules, they’re just in place.” Stan would remind, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. “You said three really fucked up things about me. Three strikes. You’re out. You broke Baseball Rules.”

Baseball Rules was a game created by Stan, a game that Kyle reluctantly participated in. The rules were simple, whenever the two were in an a little tiff, if either of them slung three insults in a row, they’d strike out.

Stan made the game in order to prevent the two from blowing up at each other, and it worked pretty well! But, admittedly, Baseball Rules wouldn’t be half as effective if it weren’t for what came after you struck out. That worked like a charm every single time.

“Stan, wait…” Kyle would try to reason, glancing behind him quickly to try to get an idea of how far he was from the door. Maybe he could run if he tried hard enough? “I’m sorry, dude…I don’t think you’re stupid, really-“

“I know you don’t!” Stan would cut Kyle’s apologizes short, stepping forward with the attempt of cornering him. “I’m not mad at you! But…rules are rules! If I let you get away with it this time- where do I draw the line, ya’ know? I’m sure you understand.”

Kyle would yelp at Stan stepping forward, quickly turning himself around to dash around him. “Just this once! I’m really sorry- I won’t do it again! I’m not upset anymore-“

“That’s great!” Stan would exclaim. “I’m glad you’re not upset anymore! But it’s the principle of Baseball Rules. I really wish I didn’t have to! I wanna let you off easy, really!” He didn’t. He knew he didn’t, Kyle knew that too. Just like how Stan knew Kyle well enough to know that he’d try to run around him; that’s why he’d turn as well, cornering Kyle officially.

“Stahahan!” Kyle would stumble backwards, his legs hitting his bed. He’d sink to the floor, already beginning to kick his legs. “It’s just a made up gahahame! Plehehease!”

“I’m not even touching you yet!” Stan would tease, wiggling his fingers right above Kyle’s hips. “I’ll go easy, okay?” He’d sink down right after him, sitting down in front of him.

“Noho! Nohot okahay! DohohOHOHON’T-“

“Don’t tickle your ears or your neck. I know, I know!” Stan would cut Kyle’s desperate pleas short, abruptly beginning to drill his fingers into his hips. “You’d think I’d know how to tickle my Super Best Friend. I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t! You cut me deep, Kyle.”

“That’s nohot-!” Kyle would shake his head, cutting himself off as he started to impulsively swing his arms in defense. Kyle was way too ticklish as it was, but Stan’s constant teasing was making it a thousand times worse.

“I knowww, that’s not what you were going to say. You were going to ask me not to tickle you, and…” Stan couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “…you know I’m not gonna do that.” He’d laugh, fighting back the urge to make fun of how red Kyle’s face was.

“Stohohop ihihit! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry!” Kyle wouldn’t even last ten seconds before pleading for mercy. That was one of Stan’s favorite things about playing Baseball Rules, besides being able to hear Kyle’s laugh. That was always first on the list.

“I know you’re sorry! I forgive you!” He’d reassure, managing to dodge every punch Kyle threw at him. “Let’s do this, okay? You let me get a few words out, and then I’ll let you go, okay? I’ll stop tickling you once I’m done.”

Kyle wasn’t 100% sure how legit that offer was. Normally, Stan would stop when he wanted to- so it really depended on how merciful he was feeling on that day. For all Kyle knew, Stan could just say sike and keep going. But…at the same time, maybe he wouldn’t. If anything, he might as well take the bait.

“Okahahay okahahay!”

“Okay? Great!” Stan would smile, moving his hands from his hips to his sides, squeezing them as he began speaking. “I get that you like getting A’s. That makes sense- everyone likes getting them. But it’s okay to not get them sometimes. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out about your grades, you’re doing an awesome job with them.”

“Buhut-“ Kyle would start, just to be cut off by Stan suddenly skittering his fingers against his ribs. “SHIHihihit!! Ohoh my goHOHOhod! Dohohon’t doHOHO thahahat!!” Kyle would squeal loudly, his eyes flying open as his kicking and punching intensified.

“I’m not done yet!” Stan would sing-song, poking in between each rib for each syllable. The shit-eating grin on his face would only grow as he continued. “As I was saying; you’re doing awesome, dude! I’m not saying you shouldn’t focus on your grades- i’m saying you shouldn’t stress yourself out about them.” Stan would clarify.

“Your grades don’t determine how smart you are. And, either way, you have some kick ass grades, dude! You are the smartest person I know, Kyle-“

“Thahahat’s nohohot trUHUHUE- OHOH MY GOHOHOD- FUHUHUCK OHohohoff!!”

Stan would jokingly roll his eyes at Kyle’s cackling, shaking his head softly. “I’m barely even touching you!” That was true, all he was doing was fluttering his fingers over his stomach. Of course, he knew how effective that was- he just chose to play dumb. ‘Made things more fun!

“It is so true.” Stan would insist, his tone genuine and honest. “…And if you even try to tell me I know Wendy, I’m gonna roll up your jacket. Don’t fuck with me.” He’d playfully threaten. “Wendy doesn’t count. Wendy- Wendy is different. That’s the thing- you guys are both smart. And we’re allowed to have two smart people in South Park. With the amount of morons we have- god knows we could use ‘em.”

“Kyle, I wouldn’t be calling you smart if you weren’t. You are so smart, dude! You know fucking Pig Latin! Do you know anyone else who knows Pig Latin?”

“YOHOHOU!” Kyle would retort, doubling over with laughter. “YOHohohou knohohow pihig lahatin tohohohoo!” He’d would swing at Stan’s face yet again, not expecting it to horrible backfire like it did. Stan would take the swing as an opportunity to snake his hands under his arms, quickly skittering his nails all over his armpits.

“Because you taught me it, Kyle!” Stan would exclaim, having to hold back his own laughter as Kyle shrieked. “You ran right into my point! You make me smarter! I would be a total moron if it weren’t for you! Do you know the amount of times I’m stuck on something and I think to myself, “What would Kyle do?” You’re a genius, dude!”

Maybe it was the fact that he was laughing so hard, or maybe it was the surplus of compliments Stan was dumping onto him. But, either way, Kyle was bright red; practically screaming with laughter as he tried to sink himself into the floor. An effort that was obviously in vain. His arms were slammed tightly down against Stan’s fingers in an effort to protect himself; of course, not even realizing until after the fact that it was having to opposite effect.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAN!”

“Okay, okay I’m almost done!” Stan would quickly say, yanking his hands out from under Kyle’s arms; moving them back to his stomach, lightly skittering his fingers again. “All of this is to say- you’re being too hard on yourself! You are more than a grade you get on a test- putting aside the fact that a B is already a good grade!

“And- you know what? B doesn’t stand for Bad!”

And with that, Stan would still his fingers. The two of them would sit there, Kyle immediately noticing how Stan didn’t seem to be making any attempt of getting up. He’d still be giggling from the aftermath, eyeing Stan up and down expectingly.

“…One more thing.”

Of fucking course!

“…What does B stand for, Kyle?”

Oh shit. Shit. He was fucked. The truth of the matter was Kyle had no clue. It obviously wasn’t Bad. But…he didn’t really know what answer Stan wanted from him. From the expectant look on Stan’s face, he obviously already had an answer in mind. Kyle would think long and hard, searching every crevice of his brain in the hopes that somehow, someway, the answer would magically come to him.

“…Beheheautiful?”

“Ohhh…that’s a good one..” Stan would say in mock amazement, beginning to turn; as if he was about to get up. Kyle would let out a sigh of relief, thanking the universe for sparing him this time. The funny thing about that, though? He wasn’t. Stan would swiftly turn back around, making a buzzer noise to signify that Kyle had gotten the wrong answer before blowing a quick raspberry on his neck.

It all happened so fast, Kyle didn’t even have time to say anything- the only thing that left his mouth was a screech; jolting so hard that he yanked himself away from Stan, falling onto his side. He’d quickly scrunch his neck, along with covering it with his hands.

Kyle was too busy giggling on the floor to realize that Stan had gotten up, walked back over to Kyle’s backpack, and came back with his water bottle. He’d sit next to him, offering his hand to help him up. Kyle would hesitantly take it, a relieved sigh escaping him as Stan pulled him up- no strings attached.

“Broflovski.”

“Whahahat?”

Kyle would raise his eyebrow with giggly confusion. Stan had never referred to him by his last name. They were strictly on a first name basis! Stan would return the confused look with his own confused look. After a few seconds, his eyes would widen as he realized why Kyle looked so confused. He’d shake his head, beginning to chuckle softly.

“Noho! Broflovski! B is for Broflovski!”

It would take a second for Kyle to understand what Stan was saying. Once it clicked, Kyle would turn to Stan, a fed-up smile on his face. God, he was cheesy. He’d hold out his hand as Stan gave him his water bottle, glancing at him again before rolling his eyes and taking a sip.

“What? You don’t like it?” Stan would tease, elbowing him as soon as he closed the cap to his water bottle. “It makes sense! I thought it was funny! Broflovski! It starts with a B- and it’s your last name! Get it?” Stan would repeat, his eyes bright with excitement.

“The more you repeat it the less funny it gets.” Kyle would jokingly groan in annoyance, even scooting a little further away from him! For bit purposes! Stan would scoot right after him, the giddy smile still on his face.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“If it’s B for Broflovski again, I’m gonna hit you.” “It’s not! It’s not.” Stan would say, the smile on his face never wavering. Kyle couldn’t help but smile with him, ushering him to continue with what he was going to say.

“I’d take a Broflovski for life over an A on a test any day.”

Maybe it was stupid for Kyle to be as grateful as he was for Stan. He knew he had a bit of a temper when it came to things like this- and he knew he could be a huge handful at times. But, for reason, Stan stuck by him. Maybe he was bored? Maybe he had nothing better to do, no one better to be with?

But when Kyle looked at the pure happiness on Stan’s face, he couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the case. It made him happy, knowing that Stan enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed his- even when he was being dramatic. They were Super Best Friends through thick or thin, no matter the circumstance. That felt…nice.

“Thanks, Stan…that means a lot.”

[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