#Tweek has no chill

[buysomecheese]

Y’all ever spend.. 2+ hours consuming fan content for a ship for a show you Refuse to watch?

Anyways Tweek and Craig are so cute together and they love each other

#no one’s written the smut about them that I want to read yet #or at least I can’t find it idk #like Craig just absolutely grounding Tweek by bringing him so far out of his brain he has no choice but to chill #idk I love them for some reason #OH is this because I have a savior complex #mm probably #damn #anyways #creek #craig x tweek #I will NEVER watch South Park though I don’t think #I caved with Rick and Morty. I willingly went after Bojack Horseman. I will NOT succumb to South Park #I’ve watched like the first and most recent episodes and I’ve watched a good few clips on TikTok but NEVER full eps chronologically #some of those fics were pretty damned good #I now also know Tolkien and Clyde and am fans of those guys as well

[sharkinthetoilet]

Butters, Kyle,Stan, Kenny and Creek(Craig and Tweek poly all the other 's seperate) x a GN s/o that all of a sudden tickle's them and won't stop, but if they get caught they try to run away

reader who tickles their s/o

gender: neutral

warnings: none! pure fluff

☆-butters:

is super duper ticklish

in fact, soft kisses tickle him already

so a lot of things count as tickling

but if you purposefully tickle him it's another story

the second he get's the chance to, he'll try to tickle you back

And tickle you he will

No mercy

He loves to hear you laugh anyways

Not much to say here, but he loves tickle fights

☆-kyle:

Not very ticklish

Actually there is only one place, where he's ticklish

On his sides, right above his hips

Sometimes when you kiss and accidentally brush your hand there, he'll start laughing into the kiss

Since you found that out, you abused that power

He is generally weak towards you, so often time he won't fight you

If he dows fight you, he doesn't hold back

You can't run, mfer's legs are to long

If he starts to tickle you, there is seemingly no end

Good luck, you'll need it

☆-stan:

Isn't ticklish, but loves tickling you

Has no chill

(I talked abt this in my first request ever)

Pins you down to tickle you

Realises how this looks

Get's super duper embarrased

There isn't much to say

He's very easily startled, so getting him off quickly, should be easy

☆-kenny:

Is also pretty ticklish

Get's all pouty if you tickle him

"But babe, that wasn't fair, you snuck up behind me-"

Takes every chance to tickle you

Also blows on your skin, when you cuddle

Like those super light blows, that tickle a little bit

Knows every place you're ticklish at

You also can't flee

If he gets his hand on you, you're doomed

He isn't forgiving

Because he loves hearing you laugh

Will stop, if he feels like you can't breath

Then you tickle him, therefore, once again not breaking the circle

☆-creek:

Tweek isn't ticklish

BUT, craig is

Super ticklish infact

He hates being tickled

He'll be so pissed

Both you and tweek gang up on him

can and will bite your finger

If you turn the tables, though..

Tweek won't save you, sorry

Craig is definitley, even after being torture by you, very careful

Stops when you tell him to

Will occasionally convince tweek to tickle you, if he's the one nearer to you

Tweek is even softer than craig

Both are very sweet, not really good for fair fights

#south park #south park x reader #south park x you #butters stotch #south park kyle #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #tweek tweak #craig tucker #sp creek #butters x reader #kyle x reader #stan x reader #kenny x reader #tweek x reader #craig x reader #tweek x craig #Creek x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader

[wendytestabrat]

creek & kyman’s parallel as opposites attract ships (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

I didn’t even give a shit about Creek and it never even crossed my mind back when it was a crack ship but when it became canon I started to ship it and look more into it. I honestly think Tweek & Craig are really good for each other, and Creek is a classic case of opposite’s attract. Tweek is all neurotic and overly emotional and anxious while Craig on the other hand is chill and gives zero fucks lmaoooo. And yeah since they’re so different they can fight sometimes because they don’t always get each other, but I think they make each other better because of their differences. Craig knows how to get Tweek to like calm tf down and chill out, like it was shown in “Tweek x Craig” how Craig gave Tweek the confidence he needed to act and put on that performance when they pretended to break up lmaooo. And Tweek on the other hand has been able to bring out Craig’s softer gentler more emotional side, because Craig is very caring towards Tweek and we don’t really see this softness from Craig with anyone else in the show. I really think Creek might be the healthiest canon ship on the show and the most positively portrayed, unlike Heiman and Stendy jesus fuck. Especially since “Put it Down” which is one of the best modern episodes of the show, I feel like that episode portrayed their relationship really well. It was an episode where they did get into a disagreement, but they were able to communicate with each other and work it out in the end which every healthy relationship should do. I mean all couples fight and disagree with each other sometimes, no couple is just sunshine and rainbows getting along 24/7, but it’s whether or not the couple can work out their issues in a communicative way that forms a healthy relationship. But back to the opposites attract thing, I really feel like Kyman is similar to Creek and could work too for those reasons. I mean Cartman & Kyle are total opposites (even though Kyle is more like Cartman than he thinks). Kyle is super neurotic too, just like Tweak, and he’s a rule follower and Kyle is obsessed with trying to be a good boy and everything, Cartman on the other hand is the complete opposite and just does whatever the fuck he wants, breaks the rules, and is completely reckless. I think Cartman & Kyle could both make each other better, because Kyle would get Cartman to be less of a shitty person and do more good things LMAO and Cartman could get Kyle to stop being such a little cranky bitch all the time and loosen up more and have fun.

#creek #kyman #tweek x craig #south park #KYMANRANTGARBAGE #CREEKRANTGARBAGE

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

headcanons or a scenario (whatever you'd like) of a sleepover with a character of your choice!!!!! cute stuff like drawing or playing games or something :0 (south park)

🄲🅁🄰🄸🄶 🄰🄽🄳 🅃🄷🄾🅂🄴 🄶🅄🅈🅂 🄸🄽 🄰 🅂🄻🄴🄴🄿🄾🅅🄴🅁 🅆🄸🅃🄷 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁 🄷🄴🄰🄳🄲🄰🄽🄾🄽🅂! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕!

Author's note -> I know in your request you said one character but I wanted to write it for Craig, then I was like "oh, but Tweek should be there too..." and then I was like "but I need want Clyde to be there too!" and so I said "oh well, you know what? fuck this, I'll write the whole team 😡" Me and my stupid indecision ugh 🙄😮‍💨

🖍Okay, I think that- maybe this wasn't a planned sleepover... okay- no- It actually wasn't a planned sleepover, because Clyde had the great idea to auto-invite everyone to Craig's hose after school lol 💀

🖍I feel like you actually were invited to Craig's house alongside Tweek to just chill out for a while and Clyde went jelaus and one-sided friend mode and auto-invited him and per default the rest of the gang lmao 👍🔥

🖍Craig would be all like "dude really?" but then just shrug because Clyde's a stubborn crybaby boy

🖍Probably the sleepover will have activities like watching a Disney Channel movie that was playing on Craig's TV while all cuddling because it was hella cold.

🖍Craig would be the only one properly sitting out of all of you in the left sofa end with Tweek resting his head on his shoulder practically snuggling onto him.

🖍You would probably be at the middle of the sofa while Token is hugging you with one hand (you know, in that "Bro" style) while Clyde is resting his head on your chest while hugging you thigthly by the waist because this boy is hella cudly, Jimmy is surely going ot be in the right end of the sofa because he needs space so he can get up if needed.

🖍At some point the group is going to split up so everyone can do their own little things alone or in couple.

🖍Craig and Token will be the ones who are going to do the most calmer activities like drawing with you or just sitting next to you, shoulders touching while scrolling down through your mobile phone screens.

🖍When you are drawing with Token he will surely compliment you and if you want you can both draw each other and then do a shared drawing or smth like that If you want to! ^^

🖍Calmly sitting with Craig scrolling through your phones can truly be the equivalent of a session with the psychologist, like- just relaxing while your shoulders are touching and randomly show each other a meme or something that happen to appear is like therapy 😻

🖍Clyde's activities with you will mostly be just cuddling while reading comics or playboy magazines... but BUT there is a huge ass posibility that the two of you end up exchanging clothes or just playing dressing up in general, but don't overreact, he will try on just your T-Shirts or shirts in general, and even trousers or jeans but don't expect to see Clyde in a dress//skirt, sorry but if you ask him he'll throw any kind of clothes he has in hand while practically screaming "I'm not gay dude! wtf!"

🖍For Tweek's part I feel like the time you two would spend together would be at the kitchen while drinking coffee (him) and anything you like, you two are mostly going to calmly talk about random things or events while you have a sip of your drinks, he will still be a bit nervous and by default he is still going to have some tics while talking.

🖍With Jimmy you're probably going to listen to his new (and old) jokes, you can tell him jokes too! I'm sure you'll end up crackling in the floor and maybe even crying thanks to the never ending laugh you're sufering.

🖍After a while of doing your own little things the group will reunite in the living room to eat something as a snack, probably plugging in the nintendo and playing Mario Kart/Bros for an hour or two.

🖍When you finish that Clyde will probably suggest that you build a pillow fort in the living room but everyone was like "nah, too much work" however that point of view changes drastically after y'all watch a Horror Movie in the TV and now you're building the fort to be safe from the monster 😱😱😱

🖍After finally building the pillow fort y'all are going to relax there, you'll probably end up sleeping between Craig and Clyde (you are obviously going to be clinging to Craig's torax for dear life while Clyde hugs you from the waist trembling because of the fear of that horrendous monster getting y'all) Tweek's obviously going to be freaked out after that movie so Craig's keeping him near to his chest so he calms himself a little.

🖍Token and Jimmy are just sleeping back to back trying to look like they're not scared (Jimmy failing terribly in that task) when y'all know that the only one that is not scared is Craig lmao 💀👍

🖍But in summary, you are going to have a wholesome time having a sleepover with the boys! <3

#South Park #South Park Kenny #South Park Kyle #South Park Cartman #South Park Stan #South Park Butters #South Park Craig #South Park Tweek #South Park Clyde #South Park Token #South Park Tolkien #South Park Jimmy #South Park x reader #South Park x gender neutral reader #South Park x y/n #Jimmy #Tweek #Craig #Token #Tolkien #Stan #Cartman #Kyle #Butters #Clyde #Jimmy x reader #Tweek x reader #Craig x reader #Token x reader #Tolkien x reader

[4awny]

Sp Driving Headcanons that literally nobody asked for

Stan:-

first one to get his licence obvs

usually a calm and defensive driver

gets a scratch on his car and says aw man my dad's gonna kill me

even when he's 30

drives drunk probably

car is a mess. shit everywhere

overall? man can drive. 8/10

Kenny:-

doesn't have licence. couldn't afford that shit

drives anyway

and it's his brother's piece of shit car

can't park for shit, usually just hopes for the best

has a bunch of naughty bumper stickers for sure

can fix his own car

something always broken

huge dent on the side. "jeez man, how did that get there?"

knowing full well it was a hit and run

felt bad so left a note on the dude's car: hit your car but I'm broke and dont have a licence. my bad sorry. hope you get it fixed

somehow never gets pulled over

overall, dude shouldn't even be on the road. 1/10

Kyle:-

suspect to road rage. man's got issues

hates traffic with a white hot passion

no one is allowed to eat in his car... ever.

cartman is the only one that ignores this rule and is constantly hiding wrappers in random places to annoy him

it annoys him

has run a red light on more than a few occasions

got caught speeding. argued his way out of it. thanks dad

overall, a decent driver but mf needs to chill. 7/10

Cartman:-

hates slow drivers

will happily park in disabled spots

and will say "not every disability is visible!"

and then actually gets offended when someone calls him out for doing it

usually kyle

the type of asshole to say "someone better have died for this" when driving past a collision that got him stuck on the highway for 2 hours

tailgates people for fun

hates being tailgated

gets cut off. follows them for 20 mins just to call them a useless cunt

1 ticket away from losing his licence

overall? 4/10. enuff said

Butters:-

taps the wheel along to songs

sings a lot

sometimes oblivious to road signs

because he's usually looking at the scenery around him

drives 10mph under the speed limit

just to be safe

always offers to drive the guys

the guys: 😒😒😒😒

overall, 6/10. score would be higher if the singing stopped

Craig:-

finds driving a chore

but also likes having his own transport so he can bail anytime he wants

like that one time clyde surprised him with a huge birthday party. but that's another story

parks at the back of the parking lot

then regrets it when it rains

never gets to play his own music, because whoever's in the front is in charge of the bluetooth. it's always clyde

mf always giving lifts to people

for free too

always questions himself why he does it

overall, dude deserves a medal for putting up with so much shit. 10/10

Clyde:-

never drives. simple as that

thank fuck for craig and drive thrus, huh

overall, the leech gets a solid 0/10 and that's being generous

Tweek:-

6 failed attempts before he eventually passed

thought he was cursed

turns out he cant drive for shit

only drives to places he's familiar with

so basically a 3 mile radius from his house

drives in silence. man cannot concentrate

tells people to shut up if they are talking to him when he's driving

like I said, man cannot concentrate

overall? I mean, at least he tries. 5/10 for effort

Tolkien:-

listens to the same radio station

pretty observant. can see the accident before it even happens

the most sensible driver out of everyone

somehow never gets asked to drive tho

takes advantage of that

always offers to pay for gas

is the only one that does

overall, a great driver. 9/10. wd buddy

#thanks for coming gang #about time i contributed #south park #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #clyde donovan #tolkien black #token black #tweek tweak #butters stotch #southpark #south park headcanons

[bogbees]

bunny is like. idk. there's stuff going on and I'm going to try and compose my thoughts ab it.

in Tweek Vs. Craig we get Kenny in home ec learning shit like "i think a trip to Hawaii will really improve our sex life" and being told the likelihood of him marrying a rich man is unlikely, and he's put into shop class for it.

and like. how Kenny ends up traveling to Hawaii with Butters so Butters will be able to chill out — in a way that mirrors the plot of Amok Time, thee sprik episode, the grandaddy of slash fandom.

And how Butters ends up being Kenny's right hand man in the future, both funding the projects and being the only other one who can access the research with voice recognition...

how we just had an episode where Cartman uses Kenny to manipulate Butters into getting what he wants, Butters' Paycheck, all like "Kenny deserves smth nice don't you agree? Do as i say and he'll get smth nice" ab it?? And it's just like "well Butters has always been down to give Kenny money"

the way in Major Boobage Butters is there like "there there buddy" comforting Kenny's brutal withdrawal. the lil drawing Butters made of him and Kenny in Kenny Dies. the way Kenny held Butters hand for most of Going Native.

and the line "I can't believe I had a secret crush on you Princess Kenny!" fr Paladin Butters in The Stick of Truth after Princess Kenny turns bad?? That's real and not smth i dreamed up???

and Mysterion vs. Professor Chaos??? like?????? the whole. hero vs. villain thing????? Mysterion Rises opens with a comic spread of the two fighting even!!

and then there's the Princess Kenny and Marjonne?????? genderqueer bunny??? t4t lesbians?? nonbinary and genderfluid?????? Kenny's interest in boobs ending up being a longing to look like that???

The way Kenny looks like he belongs on a beach in the future???? going back to hawaii?? how he and Butters both have sunglasses on????? how we saw both of their dicks??? no one else had their dicks out, just them??????? how tin foil is crucial to time travel not killing ppl, how professor chaos wears tin foil...

there's just. stuff. stuff i feel absolutely insane to be looking at like this. feels more insane than our schematics of creek that turned out to be canon. batshit crazy ab this

like, Band in China has Butters and Kenny in Stan's death metal band, and while they're trying to make their biopic Butters says this and Kenny looks at him?????? For what purpose animate Kenny's eyes and nothing else besides Butters?¿ He's surely just surprised at how upset Butters got over this, right, yeah, that's all this is, I'm just insane and my bff who got me to watch this show and doesn't care for the fandom aspect going "i remember noticing that when i watched it!" is like. nothing.

im insane looking at the colour of the popsicle. looking at the colour of Butters swim trunks. Butters wears teal, navy and green. Orange??? Orange?????????????

how Catman accuses Stan of inviting Butters but he says he didn't and they all look at Kenny

you need to kill me. Like for real just kill me.

#bogs' muttering #south park #sp bunny #i crave the sweet release of death fuvk them #cyan and orange *sobs into hands* #they're why i like those colours so much they have to be

[11x13kyle]

craig and those guys: a side note

craig and those guys have their own podcast, hosted by craig, tolkien, clyde, and jimmy (and kind of tweek. we’ll get into that.) that is something of the chapo trap house of this au

their content is mainly discussion of current events in the format of “critiques” (read: wild hating) also a lot of riffing and joking around

they mention childhood stories more than fireside does (not craig though) and take more listener questions. less animosity towards their audience

they’re also marginally more aware of the insanity of their stories than fireside but they still aren’t exactly aware of just HOW bad it is

as has been stated, but it cannot be stressed enough: they do not like fireside. they have beefed with fireside. 40% of them are chill with kyle, but 100% of them DESPISE cartman so. fuck fireside chats.

craig in particular resents when people ask him anything about fireside or anyone involved in it

they get in trouble plenty, and have had many a callout post made, but in comparison to fireside they are basically angelic. also, unlike fireside, they are legitimately a left wing podcast

tweek is only mildly on the pod. he occasionally is on there but he usually isn’t because he gets freaked out. every time he is on he finds a way to break the sound barrier by screaming into the mic

tweek also is the only one involved in the pod that doesn’t have social media

tweek is the one who does all the production and music for catg’s show

this post has a lot of tweek focus because everyone else is pretty much normal podcast hosts

clyde is, as always, the douchiest one there, jimmy is consistently the funniest, tolkien is the most well liked, and craig is the unofficial leader and also the biggest dick

usually their main accounts are just used for business, but one time craig tweets from their twitter saying “kyle from fireside is mid and everyone saying hear me out is delusional. 5/10 at best.” the tweet is deleted after 15 minutes but it’s too late. craig is humiliated and blames clyde for it, which leads to clyde gay conspiracy theorizing

clyde is straight

#microceleb au

[gigglingsoftly]

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

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

Craig’s Gang

Craig

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tweek

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clyde

Has a love hate relationship with tickling.

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

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

He’s too tough and cool for that obviously.

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

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

Tolkien

He has a really nice laugh!

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy

CEO of cheer up tickles

Definitely tells bad jokes on purpose when the person is screaming

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

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

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

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

#south park tickles #lee!craig #ler!craig #lee!tweek #ler!tweek #lee!clyde #lee!tolkien #ler!tolkien #lee!jimmy #ler!jimmy #my headcanons #ler!clyde

[sansxfuckyou]

Compact Confessional

Summary: Mysterion is holding something from the rest of the Freedom Pals. They should respect his privacy, they really should- but they only take it as a challenge.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, privacy breach, betrayal of trust, swearing, feral behavior (in Kite), the authors attempt at humor, heavy guilt, interrogation, it gets worse but then it gets better guys, I promise

Authors Note: hurgh K2, with the additional flavor of kitesterion because I went batshit over the AU to an insane degree. I have no clue when the Ao3 port is dropping. Sorry if some of the colored text, isnt colored. And fair warning, this badboy levels around 10K words, tumblr starts to lag around 7.5K for anyone curious. it is almost 3 AM (do artists ever stay up insanely late to finish big projects and get so sleepy they forget the hotkey for the eraser tool? I wouldn't know, but somewhere along the line I kept trying to write segue way with a Q because I was fucking disoriented) I need to go to sleep right the fuck now

Mysterion is keeping something from the Freedom Pals, he's keeping something from all of them. Maybe if he was willing to talk about it with someone everyone wouldn't find it so intriguing. Maybe then everyone wouldn't want to know what it is that's so fucking important that no one is allowed to know about it.

Super Craig tries to act like it's nothing super big, aware that if everybody paid no mind to it that it might come out faster. Tupperware followed suite with the idea, Wonder Tweek tagging in as well. Other members of their franchise were a lot less… subtle, about their interest in Mysterions secret, whatever it is. The Coon is practically begging him every single day to tell him what it is, Call Girl even joins in. Toolshed is pretty sure the both of them are just making things worse it they want Mysterion to come clean.

Human Kite is the only one that refuses to meddle at all, even Doctor Timothy has tried getting a peek in Mysterions mind. The alien is the only one that sits there and listens to him bitch about how annoying they are. The only one that pauses to look and listen and take in every visual and audible cue because that's what he's known to do since he first landed way back when. It tells him a lot about his teammates if nothing else.

Still.

Mysterion- no, Kenny McCormick is hiding something from his friends. And given the fact that it's barely coming out even when he's in a state of delirium or terribly wounded, it must be something big.

It's starting to piss off Kyle a little bit.

-/-/-/-

"Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit man," Kenny said as he pulled on his orange parka. He opted to leave his bleached cargo shorts and purple everything else in a pile on Kyles bedroom floor. It was easy to do that when the alien offered to wash them, "Chilling with Cartman all the time definitely does not do wonders for ones mental health."

Kyle gives a laugh, the kind that leaves teeth too sharp on full display. "Totally, I swear to fuck that asshole needs therapy," He stills his tail from wagging like he's a little kid, except, when he was a little kid he tied his tail up so it wouldn't be exposed in an all too human world. An extremely uncaring world for anything different then what they know as normalcy.

"He needs so much therapy," Kenny answered with, "See you tomorrow?"

"On our patrol, I'll make sure your suit is washed," Kyle said, throwing an arm to the side, an invitation for a hug. He wouldn't be sad if Kenny didn't take it, but he still can't help the way his heart skips several beats when he gets one. An anchoring tightness enveloping him, squeezing a comfortable amount on his rib cage that would hurt if he was human.

"Thanks Kyle," Kenny said quietly, head propped near Kyles shoulder but not quite tall enough to rest it on top. He pushes himself on his tippy toes to press the top of his head to the bottom of Kyles chin. He takes a dramatic step back and maybe Kyles tail is swaying a little bit with a silky soft comfort residing on his skin. He clasps his hands together, "Tomorrow."

"Yeah man, see you then," Kyle said, the instant he realized his tail was doing the thing he stilled it entirely. He felt a slight singe of cyan embarrassment. Stupid alien anatomy. Giving away how he feels.

Kenny pivots on his heel and gives a wave, "See ya man!" His steps are light and Kyle is watching with maybe a little bit too much intent.

He has zero legal rights to do so, but emotional and psychological rights? He has plenty. The first one being that he might've imprinted on Kenny the second his family landed on earth. He might've latched onto both Mysterion and Kenny like an orphan duckling in his childhood era of existing- so much so that he couldn't help the absolute giddiness when he learned they were the same. Maybe he got a little bit too attached to Kenny compared to everyone else in a human sense. But in an alien sense, in his instinctual sense, he was the perfect amount of attached considering how he thought of Kenny.

The second reason he stared was because Kenny had an undeniably amazing ass. That wasn't just personal opinion either, they held a vote after a particularly odd argument in the Freedom Pals lair. Kenny won by an absolute fucking landslide in the votes and voter fraud having taken place can't be confirmed or denied by anyone.

Except for Doctor Timothy of course.

And if there is a god, Kyle is praying everyday that the human one makes sure that Doctor Timothy doesn't look into the legitimacy of the votes.

Kyle barely drags himself back from his thoughts, he's been told he can get lost in them sometimes. His tail is wagging again, the multicolored diamond-like frills undulate a little bit. He swings the front door shut reluctantly when he can't see Kenny anymore. He tugs off his gloves and tosses them in a pile alongside his hat, letting the splotchy cyan coloration of his skin show. He makes his way up to his bedroom, but he finds his impossibly human little brother standing in his doorway.

"Ike, get out of the way," Kyle said sternly, giving a bit of a growl under his voice. His adoptive brother just quirks a brow in that annoying manner he learned from the humans.

Ike clears his throat, "No."

"Well why not?" Kyle questioned, growl snuffed and replaced with something louder and more resonant, it vibrated in his brothers flesh. It was something that Ike long since lost the ability to be intimidated by.

"When are you gonna stop inviting over your little posse of partners eh?" Ike asked, crossing one arm over the other. His tone was nothing but accusatory, Kyle saw through it.

"Are you jealous?" Came Kyles instant reaction.

"No," Ike responded with far too fast to be true.

"I'll play some video games with you on Thursday," Kyle offered.

Ike moved out of the way, "Enjoy wallowing in your disgusting room bud."

Kyle ignored him with nothing more than an eye roll, he made a point of slamming his door shut. He kicked aside a small heap of whatever, a mix of something or other he'd been intending to clean up. He gently picks up a small stack of comics Kenny had lent him and places them on his desk. Right beside the Mysterion charm. And the Mysterion action figure. And the other pieces of shitty Mysterion merchandise he had bought.

Okay, yeah, maybe he had a little bit too much Mysterion merchandise. He was just trying to put some extra cash into Kenny's pocket for when money is tight around the house. He just wanted to make sure his best friend was living a decent life, it wouldn't be enough to give him the life Kyle knew Kenny deserved, but it would help.

He takes hold of Kennys outfit and empties the contents of the pockets into a small bin. Loose change, granola bar wrappers, pocket knife, lock pick, the usual stuff he carried around for hero duties and then some. Kyle shakes the hood loose of any twigs or leaves and something large enough to clatter as it hits the metal netting of the bin falls out. His pointed ear gives a flick at the noise, he's dropping to the ground and pulling it out in a second.

He's completely enveloped in the mystery of what was hidden in Kennys hood because A: fucking genius hiding spot, and B: this could be what Kenny was hiding. It could be exactly what Kenny was trying so hard to keep under the radar, what he successfully kept hidden from everyone's prying eyes.

He came up with a tape, jet black, scratched plastic and a cracked see through window bit. There are silver markings across the black, seemingly unpredictable and laid out with either sharpie ink or a paint pen. The paper label is coffee stained and reads the date, recorded last month (why it's still on Kennys person is odd). The log number is left blank, presumably stated in the recording.

It was a jackpot and somewhere in the back of Kyles mind he knew he should ignore it. He knew this was shattering every rule in the book and that he'd be shattering his friendship with Kenny, Mysterion and Human Kite would probably stop being a dynamic duo at that.

But, he needed to know.

He absolutely fucking needed to know.

He wouldn't dare speak it too anyone ever, and he'd return it to the hood right afterwards. He wouldn't even tell Kenny that he listened to it, he'd just sleep at night knowing exactly what Kennys secret is. And that would be more than good enough for Kyle, he wouldn't need anything else.

He reaches blindly for his cassette player, the one he's held onto since he was young. One of his earliest earthly possessions, one he still cherished and used every day. He popped out the cassette already inside and gently placed the pilfered audio into it. He eagerly grabs his earbuds before pressing play.

Professor Chaos is pretty fucking sure doing this shit is helping out my mental state or whatever He doesn't know what he's dealing with He doesn't know that he's playing with fire trying to get me to spill my guts on his fancy therapy chair But, here I am, sitting on top of the police station fully decked out in my Mysterion persona just chatting it up with myself again

I already know exactly what the problem here is Chaos, the center of this massive shitfuck that even paid therapy couldn't fix!

I've probably said that a million times in every one of these stupid fucking recordings... shit I forgot to do that log date ha!

Ahem, log three, topic. Whatever comes out of my fucking mouth.

Kyle presses pause hesitantly.

Oh god.

This is an audio diary, just for spilling Kennys guts.

And he's listening to it.

He should stop. He really, truly, should.

But he doesn't.

Instead he presses play.

Where were we? Right, right, just saying whatever shit that comes to my mind . . . I'm pretty sure that Kyle thinks I can't see him stare at me whenever I fucking bend over or walk away I'm not complaining, I'm flattered really But jeez man just say it outright if you think I have a hot ass

The pause button is slammed this time.

Kyles face is burning up because Kenny knew apparently, he knew that Kyle stared at him at every chance he gets. He feels his stomach twist a bit because oh man, he got caught staring and Kenny didn't even mention. The usage of 'you' makes Kyle feel even more called out on the matter.

He could drop out now, maybe that's the secret, that Kenny knows he stares. He could sleep at night saying that's the thing he's keeping hidden.

I can't talk much if you put everything into consideration But still! Human Kite himself staring at my ass . . . That's fucking awesome if I'm being honest I would hope I'm being honest cause who else is gonna listen to the truth aside from this stupid tape

Like, I'm just doing whatever and I can feel it He is staring holes into me, somedays it's like he's hitting me with those fucking laser eyes! That'd be hilarious actually One second I'm loading a dishwasher and the next my ass is on fire because he couldn't help but stare The Coon would be laughing about that till he's dead

So would Toolshed

And Call Girl

And Mosquito

We'd all get a good laugh out of it

Except for Human Kite

I think he would die of embarrassment if he lit my ass on fire It'd be adorable Bright blue face, ears drooping the slightest bit, maybe his tail would do something I don't know He'd probably say sorry a lot All I know is that after I'm done putting out the fire I'd say "it's fine!" And then I'd think about how cute he looks for weeks on end

Fuck he's absolutely amazing in every sense of the word God, I'm supposed to use these to rant about my shitty family Not gush about my partner in heroics . Oh well

He's perfect! I swear on my mothers grave he is everything That grin he gets whenever he's about to blow someone sky high I can see almost all of his fangs when he does it, which are fucking scary by the way But I'll be damned if it isn't a little bit hot to think about He could kill me and I'll love him He could do absolutely anything to me and I'd still want him so fucking much

And!

And, and, and There's this little thing he does whenever he gets happy Where the weird bits on his tail like, shake? They move, his tail also wags But the frills don't move unless he's actually happy He can fake the wag but he can't fake the frills moving

It's so fucking cute and weird and different I love it

Anyways! This is South Parks number one worst superhero coming to you live from the top of the police station!

. . .

Shit I think someone heard me

Kyle is paralyzed as the tape ends, letting every single word soak into his brain. His tail is doing the thing, it's wagging. Every nerve in his body is alight and he feels his stomach twisting into knots. His claws are digging into the plastic of the tape player as he just stares. His eyes end up resting on his desk, his laptop, with all of his external attachments.

There's a rush to his movements as he grabs it and the oddest, most useless, thing he owns. A reverse recorder of sorts, a simple thing he crafted but never thought he'd have a chance to use. He flips open the top and jams the plug into it's socket before sliding the cassette as gently as possible into the gadget. He should not be doing this, he really shouldn't be doing this.

But he can't keep the cassette to keep hold of the audio, he needs too extract it if he ever wants to hear it again. Which is wrong, and bad, and he absolutely needs to stop but he isn't. He's clicking 'extract' and watching that loading bar fill up gratingly slow.

He places down his laptop gently and balls up the fabrics before leaving. There's a twist of wrong in his gut, but he ignores it as he swings open the washing machine door. He knows how fucking wretched this is, that he'll be absolutely ruined if anyone finds out. He won't be able to live down the shame of having anyone catch word that he knows the secret. That he knows what it is that's keeping Kenny wound up so tightly.

He'll just keep his mouth shut.

Real easy.

Real simple.

-/-/-/-

Kyle might be abusing the knowledge he garnered from the tape, maybe a little bit. He might be curling up next Kenny a little bit more than often, hunched under a flowing purple cape like a cougar despite the height difference. Just maybe he's resting his head atop Kenny's a little bit more than usual, purring a little bit louder whenever he comes into contact with Kenny.

He really doesn't care though, maybe there's a twisted sense of catharsis he gets from the knowledge that yes, it's reciprocated, despite doing nothing to change it. Being awkward homies acting like there's nothing going on below the surface is entirely acceptable and everything that he's wanted from Kenny the second his family landed. Definitely. Absolutely. He didn't imprint. He absolutely did not imprint. He killed off that instinct way back in fourth grade.

Right after he met Kenny.

One second too late. And he is one hundred percent sure everyone in his family can see it, even Ike! Except, the little shit will hold it over him if he gets a chance. Taunting and teasing that Kyle imprinted on his best friend instead of literally anyone else. Of course, the asshole knows better what with every member of his family sporting claws made to rend flesh.

"Kyle!"

The Broflovski perks up a bit at his name being called. Stan sits down across from him, sliding his safety glasses off as he does so.

"You good man?" Stan asked, Kyle nodded.

"I'm great, amazing even," Kyle said, he gestured vaguely as he spoke.

Stan stayed silent for a moment.

Kyle heaved a heavy sigh, "I think I fucked up the first day I landed."

"That was years ago, and just now it's affecting you?" Stan asked. He kicked up his feet to rest on the table.

"Yeah, and Kenny's sort of being an ass. He can trust us, he can trust us more than anyone else in this fucking town!" There's an exasperated exhale as he comes down from the near shout, "How come he's not telling us?"

Stan shrugged, "That's his business, if he doesn't want to tell us, just respect that."

"But-"

"Respect it," Stan pressed, "He might fess up to you first if you just give him time."

"I doubt it," Kyle muttered, barely loud enough for Stan to hear. His tail is snaking around his waist tightly. Tight enough he can feel it sting just a bit.

"Dude. Firstly, calm down," Stan said, Kyle glared at him. The ravenette simply gestured to the prehensile appendage squeezing the air from Kyle's lungs. He drops it, "Secondly, you're his best friend. If he's telling anyone it'll be you."

Kyle gave a hesitant nod, "Yeah, that makes sense."

Stan gave him a grin, comforting, grounding. He dropped down his feet and leaned over the table, holding out a hand. Kyle placed his atop Stan's, his hand was larger. Cyan tinted fingertips tapping along an open palm, "It's fine man, he'll tell us soon enough. It's not like he can keep a secret forever."

"No, you're right man. He can't keep a secret from us forever," Kyle said, a small grin on his face as Stan tightened his grip.

"Now stop stressing so much," Stan said, "Go get some calamari or whatever."

-/-/-/-

Kyle finds the next tape in a vent on top of Unplanned Parenthood while he's on a mission. He's quick to slide it into his pocket before Mysterion can notice. He can't just, jeopardize this discovery, he isn't even sure if he can call it a discovery if he's sure of what it is.

A shoulder collides with him and he stumbles just a bit. His arms are quick to push Mysterion right back up again. There's a crack down his lips and he looks to Kyle, "Get your head in the game, Kite!"

A blast of something or other comes straight at them and there's a brief second of hesitation before Mysterion is tossed out of the way and Kyle is ducking. The blonde is easily caught again and placed down, "Gladly," He takes Mysterion's hand, "Show me how?"

There's a smirk, bone chilling to many but it only makes Kyle's stomach flutter. Mysterion tightens his grip briefly, "Let's go then."

He's quick to launch Kyle forward with a running start, the alien tackling down whichever thug is on them now. Claws detract and tear through silver hued gloves as he snarls, easily dwarfing the goon. They're shaking as Kyle bares his fangs, tail thrashing about and body hunched in a predatory stance. Is he snarling? He is, he's proud of it too as he brings himself to be face to face.

He rears back on his knees, clawed hand raised and ready to slash. He goes to tear open their throat, but a grasp at the back of his collar prevents him. It short circuits him a little bit as the fabric of gloves press against cool skin.

"My friend here isn't exactly human," Mysterion said calmly as he released Kyle's costume. He stayed still and glanced up to Mysterion.

There's a shaky nod from the thug.

"Now, you have two options," Mysterion said. His tongue briefly slid between lips to capture the blood seeping from the crack. He circled around the dropped person a bit more, "Number one, you leave. You run to Canada, and never bother us again."

No response.

"Number two, Human Kite kills you. Right here," Mysterion snaps his fingers and as practiced Kyle gnashes his fangs with a growl, "Right now."

"I'll run! I'll leave!" The convict practically screamed.

"Fine, Kite?" Mysterion said. Claws come down atop the goons eye, deep enough to scar and maybe to go blind in one eye. Kyle stands up, red contrasting the cyan of his fingertips, he watches them run and revels in it.

Once they're far off, darting down staircases and running through the streets, does Mysterion take a seat. He drops down on the roof and Kyle takes a seat beside him, frilled tail wrapping around Mysterion's waist. A hand comes to push back the hood and he leans his head on Kyle's shoulder.

"Dude, being a hero is so sucky," Kenny said with a light laugh, "I just wanna get killed sometimes."

Kyle gives a hum.

"I just come back anyways, but we seriously haven't faced anyone actually dangerous in years," Kenny said, gesturing vaguely as he spoke to drive in the point.

"Definitely," Kyle said, Kenny dropped down onto his back. Kyle leans back to meet him in eye contact.

"I miss when this shit was fun," Kenny said, a sigh on his voice as he spoke.

"I think that most of us do," Kyle answered with. His tongue, forked, flickered out for a brief second.

"You're just like a snake man," Kenny said.

Cyan rose to Kyle's face, "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Like, your tongue. It looks like a snakes, forked," Kenny said, he did the spock thing with his hands as if to display forked. He stuck out his tongue at the same time, "It's really fucking cool. You got some scales right? And those weird little ridges on your back? All of those are snake-y things, Kyle."

"Yeah, cause I'm a freakish little dude," Kyle said extravagantly, as if to make his point he gave a set jazz hands, gloves off to expose to smallest bit of cyan webbing. He sticks out his tongue between too sharp teeth, "Absolutely monstrous."

"I'd hardly say 'little' is the word for you, ya six foot monster," Kenny taunted back, "And I love ya for that man."

Kyle barely beats down the intensifying flush on his face, "Well, won't stop me from being at least a little bit snake like. It's more fun to be a weird creature than a human anyways," He drops down and nudges Kenny's shoulder with his head until he sits up and nudges off the silvery cape. A hand rests in a tangle of red curls for a brief moment before the alien curls around Kenny's back.

"You're also very... Cat. Very feline. Very not human," Kenny said, words teasing but loving nonetheless.

He rested his hand on top of Kyle's head, gently sifting through a sea of red. He leaned back on his friends torso a little bit as he brought a second hand to run through Kyle's hair. He shifted around a bit to rest almost on his knees, facing Kyle just a bit more. His side pressed to Kyle's lower rib cage, his hands didn't leave the redheads hair for a second. He slid down his friends face just a bit, callused thumbs briefly brushing over the ever sensitive auricle fins he had. Were they fins? Not quite, just cyan flares at the base of pointed ears.

He let his fingers scritch just past the back of Kyle's ears, resting atop the buzzed patch of hair. Olive green eyes fluttered shut as Kenny just rubbed right there, the sweet spot. He slumps into Kenny's hands, chin resting at the heel of his palm (he can't see the gentle smile on Kenny's face).

The blonde nearly explodes when Kyle starts to purr. It starts soft, but it slowly grows, shaking Kenny down to his core with his side pressed against Kyle's diaphragm. Or his lungs. Or his whatever it is that makes that wonderful rumbling sound giving Kenny enough serotonin to live forever. He already will, but this is making that eternity sound a lot more bearable. Then he hears a thudding- three, soft thumps before it resets and happens again. His tail is wagging, Kyle really likes being scratched behind the ears apparently.

Kenny's pretty sure he's falling asleep with the pads of his finger, despite being rough and scratchy, gently rubbing behind his ears. He lifts his fingers for a second too long and Kyle opens up his eyes, "Why'd you stop?" He sounds groggy and disappointed, he stops purring.

Kenny picks up the motions, "You were falling asleep," He tosses his cape over Kyle's form.

Kyle lazily blinks, one eye, then the other. He shrugs the best he can, "And?"

"Good point," Kenny said on a hum as he twirls a finger through curls, a light tug.

Kyle's tail starts to thud again and he's sure the afterglow of this will never fade.

-/-/-/-

Kyle's feeling a little bit guilty about tuning into this tape.

Not nearly enough to make him stop though.

He drops down on his bed comfortably, he doesn't even bother to put in his earbuds. His parents are out for the weekend, his brother is at Kenny's to hang out with Karen, presumably fishing. He knows that he's bound to get a call from Ike sometime in the night for a ride, for Ike, Karen, and maybe even Kenny if it's really rough. But, he'll have enough time to listen to the entirety of it.

He presses play.

I think shits getting worse I'm not using these things properly I should be using these for literally anything else! I could talk about how much I worry about my sister, or my money problems, or whatever!

But I'm still using these tapes for just a few little things

Mostly talking about Kite Not gonna use his actual name this time cause someone heard me last week I'm pretty sure I ran them out of town For good

Do I feel bad about that?

Absolutely not

Gotta protect a mans privacy, even if that means blood and intimidation Which uh, I swear it didn't involve blood This time at least

Now, log number... nine? I'm pretty sure this is number nine I would go back and check 'em all out again, but I lost one of them No clue where the little fucker went But it's gone

Kyle pauses the tape. There's missing ones- he needs to find it before Kenny does. He can just put it back later, like he'll do with this one after he's done thoroughly listening to it. He put back the last one, slid it back into the hidden pocket and acted like it never happened.

Of course, since then he's always checked the hidden pocket whenever he got a chance to do so. But, he's been unlucky in terms of finding any up until this one which leaves him with the idea that the rest have been planted around town. He shuts off his rampant train of thought- he is not going to try and sleuth out all of the tapes. He still has some respect for Kenny's privacy, he still has some intention to keep their friendship intact, and most importantly, he still has full intention of never acting on any of what he hears in said tapes.

That would give away that he's been listening to them, a risk he can't take. He clicks the button again.

Look, I always knew Kite was a weird one Everyone does The guys alien, so we cut him some slack on human things that go mostly unspoken

Conversational subtext, call frequency, having beer on ice- simple shit

And in turn, we also try to learn a bit about his species culture I don't even know if species is the right word Does that make me racist? Are aliens even a race to be racist against? Could I even discriminate if only... Three, exist on earth?

So many questions, so little time

Of course, there isn't exactly a lot about his kind I doubt there's a lot of his kind His mom keeps making quips about how all of them would come to earth if it was easier to integrate But honestly? If you just got rid of the alien extremities I would not be able to tell that Kite isn't human

Same with his parents The lot of them blend in perfectly Don't know why she stresses so much And even if they didn't, they have a human to vouch for them A bunch of humans actually

There's a brief pause where Kyle let's himself think about that for a moment. He's never had a chance to think about it before. He doesn't really dwell on it for longer than a minute, flipping himself onto his stomach. His tail lazily sways back and forth as he listens/

I think I got off point there

Allow me to relocate and get back to what I was supposed to be talking about

. . .

There is a fucking line, Kite! You stay on your side of the line! You can't just walk over to my side! Just waltz on over like you own the fucking place! And just, act like it's no big deal! You just sit down right next to me. Like. Right next to me, are thighs are fucking pressed against each other and you lean into me! You just, push your head up against my shoulder like a fucking cat until I give you attention

Which I always do I'm weak

And then you start purring, and your tail does a dumb little wag! And I'm sitting there, begging and pleading, that I don't do something dumb You're putty in my fucking hands Asking me to just shower you in attention! I do, I always do- I always sit there and give you attention

Whatever it is you want I'd give it to you I'd do it for you Anything, for you

The voice softens just a bit, lowering itself. He sounded so very, very mad. Not even mad, just agitated. His voice is heady, wrapped into the narrative he's spinning so accurately. Kyle feels his stomach flip at the words droning so deeply into his skull. The notions made his skin tingle, heart pulsating so very fast he wouldn't be shocked if it exploded all at once.

But no! I stay on my side of the line Like a good boy

Because I don't wanna freak him out Or scare him off

I feel like such a fucking perv And I am a bit pervy I am fully aware of the fact that I am known to stare if someone fine is walking by

But.

To stare at Kite? To want Kite?

It definitely caught me off guard

And he isn't human He doesn't get it I touch him I feel like I'm dirtying him Even if it's just a high five! I have too much on mind for this shit

I see that idiot and you know what I wanna to do?

Do you even wanna to know what I want do to him?

Kyle slams the pause button, he can feel his nerves shoot up in shock. His tail has went from lazily thumping back and forth to wagging like that of a dogs. The minute ridges on his back are shaking, just a bit. He may be mildly cold-blooded, but right now he really can't tell.

He looks down at his hands and they're entirely cyan, normally just a little bit at the tips. The hue shoots up his forearms. He can practically hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest, the sound bangs back and forth in his skull.

Oh.

Oh he's opened up a massive can of worms with this tape.

He keeps listening

I'd just

.

I would-

.

Fuck man I can't even say it out loud I don't know what I was thinking!

I'm sitting on top of city hall and I was about to go off about how I'd fuck him!

Could I even fuck him? Are the species compatible? Do aliens even have reproductive organs?

They must They totally do How else do they, how do they reproduce? Eggs?

. . . Nasty

But I would fucking worship him I would do whatever he asked me too Even if he's too unversed in human reproduction to ask me too fuck him up I'd still do what he asks me too

You wanna go out at that new pizza place that charges by the minute? Let's go darling

You wanna go check out the newest arcade cabinet? Baby, the cars already running

You want me to get your logo as a tramp stamp? I might not do that one actually . That's a lie I'd do anything for him

. . .

God, I'm such a mess I need real therapy

Kyle has long since buried his face in a pillow to muffle his screams (although they're closer to high pitched squeals) and cover his ears. He feels like he's running a fever, a really, really bad fever. Every square inch of his body is on fire and he can't care much that he's clawing into his pillow, downy soft feathers spilling from gouges.

He's drawing a blank.

A complete and utter blank.

He hears the click signalling it's over and he feels his stomach twist in regret.

It's a lot easier to hide that you know something if said something isn't... that, whole thing that just happened. His ears are ringing a little bit as the words ping around the sides of his head, like a game of Pong. The pillow is still keeping his face covered as he rolls onto his back, then his side, then his front, and his side again, knees pressed flush against the wall. Fuck, he feels like he's sixteen all over again, and that was just three years ago! He's too young to be having moments like this.

He mechanizes his breathing, eyes wide open as he stares at the darkness of the space themed pillow case in front of him. Sheer darkness with the occasional blip of a lighter hue. His tail is still thrashing, whipping back and forth madly, he's sure it would scuff the wall if it hit it.

He has to come down from his safe space eventually. Even if that safe space is merely a pillow pressed to his face.

He tosses aside the pillow and rolls onto his back and just stares at the ceiling.

His entire existence has officially been flipped on it's head.

He hears his cell phone ring and he reaches for it, answering before even checking whose calling. He gives a cracked, "Hello?"

"Dude are you good? You sound like you've just been crying," Came Kenny's voice, concern laid on thick.

Kyle nearly hangs upon the spot but instead he bites his tongue and doesn't say a word.

"Look man, dads being a bit of an ass, and Ike was wondering if you could come pick him up for the umpteenth time," Kenny said. He gave a hum, "Could Karen tag along?"

"Totally man," Kyle answered with as he sat up, trying so hard to still his tail. It swiped back and forth atop the blankets, he felt a little bit wrong about not telling Kenny what he knew right now. But, this is a bad time to do that, any Kyle can lie his way out of it again. He hesitates before adding, "You need an escape too?"

"It'd be nice, but you already sound tired. Did I catch you at a bad time? Were you perhaps 'jacking it', my fine, alien friend?" Kenny asked tauntingly, his smugness was palatable.

Kyle wished he could just say 'yeah' and move on instead of carefully think over his next words. Life would much simpler if his head didn't catch on the usage of 'fine' in referral to himself. His mouth felt dry but he choked out some words anyways. "Dude, what makes you think I even have a dick? I got that weird ass alien biology, don't I?""

There's a laugh on the other side, "Hey man, not all of my shots are gonna be spot on. But really, if you don't want me over I won't come," There's an tenderness to his voice and the contrast to the almost gritty and desperate tone he had on the tape gives Kyle whiplash.

"You can if you want too, but I'll probably pass out pretty fast," Kyle lied. He'd just lay in bed, wide awake, for potentially hours with Kenny on the floor beside him. That's how it usually went at least.

"Going full on feral like you did earlier takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?" Kenny asked.

Silence.

"Silent treatment, did I strike a nerve bud? Regardless, we'll be out front in ten," Kenny said, "I can make you some hot coco if you'd like."

"That'd be nice," Was Kyle's weak response.

-/-/-/-

The night was a lot more tense than either of them wanted it to be.

They usually shared a hug before actually getting into bed and trying to pass out. And if not that then Kyle would subtly demand some time to just, co-exist, in very close proximity to each other. In even more minimal situations, they would just share some words of 'love you bro' and call it a night.

None of that transpired.

"I can just go home man," Kenny offered at the break of two AM.

Kyle rolled over to the edge of his bed, leaning over it just a bit, "It's fine."

"Is something wrong? Cause like, you've just been acting... off, lately," Kenny said gently as he propped himself on his elbows, both resting on his pillow.

"Nothings wrong," Kyle said, he crossed his arms and rested his chin on them, "I am gonna ask my parents some questions when they get back."

"About what?" Kenny asked quietly, as though he were afraid of shattering the night if he spoke too loud. The navy walls cast deep blue across the room, reflecting the moonlight in a comfortable darkness.

Kyle stayed silent.

"Alien stuff?" Kenny asked.

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, alien stuff."

"Fun," Kenny answered with a scoff. He dropped back down again and turned to face Kyle, Kyle's bed frame at least, "But for real, you're just- somethings going on in your head. I can tell."

Kyle shrugged, "It's stupid."

"I won't judge man, you're my best friend," Kenny said. And he said it in such a way that for a brief second Kyle forgot about the tapes entirely.

"How are you supposed to talk to someone about something you don't want too?" Kyle asked, trying to withhold and give equal amounts of information.

Kenny paused, "Work out the words in your head. Practice once or twice, maybe even record it. Figure out what needs to be reworked. Write it out if you must- just get it out of your head."

Kyle nodded.

"Trust me man, the second it's out of your head and off your shoulders, life will be easier," Kenny explained reassuringly, "Even if it's only for a second or two."

"Thanks bro," Kyle said quietly.

"Least I can do," Kenny said.

There's a beat of hesitance, "Love you man."

"Love you too," And then Kenny turns away from him, tugging the blanket up to his shoulders.

-/-/-/-

Kyle's pretty sure that Kenny is onto him at this rate, but, he tries to ignore the terrible slithering sensation that he's been caught.

He just focuses on whatever comes next.

This time it's none other than The Coon himself deciding he needs to bring something up with Kyle. Silence drenches the room in the worst way possible as he sits across from the hybrid. Furred ears are swiveled to face Kyle and it makes him feel impossibly nervous, he knows that Cartman can hear his heartbeat. Can it hear pick up speed when Stan sits down beside him, even more so when Wendy joins.

And then Clyde, Timothy, Jimmy- all on one side of Cartman.

Tweek and Craig sit down on the side with Wendy and Stan, Scott as well.

"We know you figured it out, Kyle," Cartman said calmly, tone frigid in a way that makes Kyle feel paralyzed. The hybrid clasps his hands together in front of himself on the table.

"Figured what out?" Kyle snaps back with, trying his hardest to muster the usual snarkiness he has around Cartman. Bute he fails, miserably at that. He just sounds pathetic, grasping at straws if nothing else.

"Don't play dumb," Wendy said, she sounded sharp. She may be tough as nails, and normally Kyle respects that, admires it even, but when it's directed towards him? He gets why people run from Call Girl.

"Why in the cosmos should I tell the likes of you?" Kyle answered with, feebly trying to defend Kenny's privacy.

A privacy that he had already thoroughly breached and ravaged, alongside the unspoken trust they had. He had wrecked it, ruined it, destroyed it- but he could salvage it from the fact Kenny didn't know that Kyle knew.

"You can trust us, Kyle. We're your best friends," Clyde said. And he was right, he was so right.

Kyle's tail snaked itself around the chair leg, "Really guys, I don't know what you're talking about-"

"His secret, Kyle," Cartman said, "Tell us."

"I," He hesitated, "I can't."

"You've already fucked up your relationship with him enough, Kyle. I got Wendy to do a deep dive on your species, and of the few things she could find, she discovered this," Cartman said. He raised a folder, an awful beige and orange hue, and slid it over to Kyle.

The alien hesitantly took it. It was three pages thick, presumably doubled sided. He opened it and skimmed through the headings, he knew every single trait in and out. He paused at the highlighted one, "You're joking."

"This is serious man," Stan said, "We wouldn't just accuse you of imprinting of Kenny without any basis."

"That's stupid. He's my best friend. That's all, that's our dynamic- the kind of dynamic that rakes in loads of cash," Kyle defended with, hoping that pressing on Cartman's one pressure point would make him let up. He slammed the folder shut and slid it back, "Even if I did imprint on him, it would ruin the franchise and never be reciprocated."

"Then tell us what the secret is, you have nothing to lose, no? Just a friend, they come and go on earth," Cartman said. He was calling Kyle's bluff, did he even realize it? He probably did, or if he didn't, he'd snoop until he did.

"Ask Professor Chaos instead, he knows more," Kyle said, trying so, so hard to deflect. The tension pooling everywhere under his skin was agonizing. He needed an out so bad, he needed an escape so, so fucking bad.

Cartman scoffs, "Already done, he said he was sworn to some oath of secrecy, sent us to you."

Kyle stays silent, forcing eye contact with the sleaze in front of the him. The trash eater himself, scraping tactics from the bottom of the barrel.

"Just tell us, no harm will come from it," Cartman said sternly.

"It'll destroy my friendship with Kenny," Kyle snarled out.

"No new harm will come from it, we all know the damage has been done my friend, it's just yet to be discovered," Cartman said, words cutting into Kyle like a knife.

He bites his tongue, Cartman's right, "Give me a week to collect more information on the subject, then I'll report back with the news."

There's a smug and satisfied grin on Cartman's face as he leans back, "See? That wasn't so hard, was now?"

Kyle stands up and pushes away from the table, "I'm going."

"Don't forget about your patrol with Mysterion tomorrow evening, Kite!" Cartman calls out, head leaned back on his chairs backrest.

Kyle's tail is swaying angrily, "Fuck off."

His fangs are grinding against each other as he storms off, if it weren't for the fact he was in suit he would punt the closest chihuahua like a football. Or do something else just as dumb. Maybe kick a fire hydrant and hope it doesn't dent, or punch a tree. Something to make the tense feeling uncoil, to let himself just relax for one second.

He doesn't deserve that though.

He's been uprooting the very foundations of his friendship with Kenny, all because of some morbid curiosity. And Kenny doesn't even fucking know. Kyle is just getting away with it cause he's being awfully slick with how careful he is to put everything back exactly where he found it.

The worst part is how long it's taken for him to feel genuine guilt about it if nothing else. He's such a fucking snake, biting onto his relationship with Kenny and refusing to let go. Sinking fangs deeper and deeper, searching for more even though it's cannibalizing itself. And the first taste is all that it takes to get someone hooked, shame that the thing he got a taste of was metaphorical guts. Kenny just hasn't realized he's stuck in this ouroboros of a relationship.

Despite that, a really twisted and messed up part of him persists in wondering when he'll find the next tape.

-/-/-/-

He finds the next tape almost a week after the interrogation.

Although, we're using the term 'find' rather loosely here. Instead it sort of, fell directly into his lap. And despite knowing better and not wanting to go any further, he still held onto it and didn't let go.

"Thanks for washing my gear man," Kenny said as he stood at the door, Kyle held the bundle of purple fabrics in hand.

He gave a smile, as convincing as he could manage, "No problem man, least I can do."

"See ya tomorrow bro," Kenny said before pivoting on a heel to leave which struck Kyle as odd. The blonde usually loitered for a little bit, chatted casually about whatevers on his head. But none of that came today.

Still, Kyle closed the door and walked down to the luandry room before shaking out the purple. There was that clatter, plastic against unfinished flooring, it was just concrete at the moment. He tossed in the clothing and flipped on the spin cycle with a bit of lavender scented soap. He slid down the front of the washing machine and stared at the tape.

He shouldn't.

He really shouldn't.

He does.

He grips the tape and slams it into the player and hits the play button before he can further question his actions.

I know you're hearing this, Kyle I don't know how long you've been listening to my diary for But it's you It has to be you

Kyle swears his heart stops dead in its tracks. He barely registers that the grit Kenny forces when he's acting out Mysterion has disappeared. That this is just Kenny now.

Who else would be messing with my tapes They're never just right when you put them back You leave scuff marks on the plastic I can fingerprint things, Kyle

I planted this one And log number twelve The rest though? I don't know how many of those you've heard

I'll admit I never meant for number three to fall into your hands I just thought you'd be kind enough to not listen in

. . . How wrong I was

And it's a real shame too You better not have told the rest of the team, Kyle I will make you regret every single breath you've taken if you have

But, that's only if I can get that intel from the gang Do be warned that Cartman is very easy to persuade It won't take me much longer than ten minutes to make him crack

The rest will go even faster Although, I'd give Wendy much longer Craig? He'll be shattering in seven minutes, tops Tweek? Three, maybe four Stan? He trusts me more than you'd expect, he won't even fight

I hope I was right about you being smart, Kyle

Kyle's blood turns to ice.

He is so fucked.

At least he didn't tell Cartman.

You already know my big secret And you have two options, Kyle

Option one: Meet me at Starks Pond tonight to confirm how you feel about the contents of these logs. I'm probably sitting there right now

Option two: Don't. This horrible relationship limbo can remain just like this, on my end I've been stuck here for years

Look, Kyle, what you've done here You're forcing my hand I don't have any other options

Do what you want

I clearly can't stop you

The tape is flung from the cassette player to the other side of the room, it hits the wall and cracks. A thousand regrets pool in the pit of Kyle's stomach and he wants to vomit. He also wants to curl up in a ball and die. Or live in Cartman's basement instead, those are all good options.

But in the same breath...

He's being given a choice when he was sure this whole thing he had with Kenny would simply implode, collapse in on itself and die. He has one chance to make this better than it is. He'll never be able to make this right, but, he can at least try and reinforce the breaking pieces before it's entirely broken.

He picks himself up off the ground and starts on his way up the stairs. He freezes at the door, is he gonna do this? Is he gonna go out to Starks Pond and talk like he should've far too long ago?

Yeah, yeah he fucking is.

The real question is if he's actually gonna say whats been fueling his co-dependency with Kenny for so long.

He isn't sure if he'll manage to fess up to the stupidest biological function he has. He'll try, he'll make an attempt to explain exactly what's been conspiring inside of his head without him even realizing for so many years. He'll at the very least get out a couple words to explain the dumbest thing he's been roped into by his own genetics and unfortunate timing.

-/-/-/-

The ever-present snow and ice crunches under Kyle's boots, but that's the last thing he's focusing on. His eyes are trained ahead of hi as he walks along the edge of Starks Pond. His tail is still, a very rare occurrence.

When he reaches the edge of the pond that Kenny's standing at he's lost his words. The blonde is just staring at him, looking for tells. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his orange jacket, bright orange, pumpkin orange. Kyle can't focus on anything.

"It worked, you nosy little shit," Kenny said, words weaponized with ease.

"Yeah, it worked," Kyle said. He took a step closer, "I'm sorry," and then another, "For everything really," A third step and Kenny tenses, flinching back just a bit. In turn Kyle steps back.

"For what? Did you tell them?" Kenny asked defensively. He sounded scared more than anything else.

"I know better than that Kenny, they did interrogate me though," Kyle explained stiffly.

Kenny gives a hum, "That gets that problem out of the way."

Kyle nods, "Yeah, that it does."

"So, you listened to three, nine, twelve, and seven, right?" Kenny asked.

"Sorry," Kyle said.

"At least have the decency to dignify me with an answer man, you just fucking ruined me. I had to record that final tape five times before it was good enough to use. I swear to god, normally I'd cut you some slack and now you know why, but not this time," Kenny spat sharply, "So, you listened to those tapes, right?"

"Yep, the four that you listed," Kyle said, his attempt to stay professional just made him sound stiff and disjointed.

This time Kenny faltered before speaking, "And your opinions on them?"

"Positive," Kyle answered with faster than a bullet. His tail flicked as he spoke.

"Anything else?" Kenny asked, desperation heavy on his voice. Thick like molasses.

"I think I imprinted on you- which means something different then it does for the ducks!" Kyle was quick to backtrack on his words, Kenny just looked intrigued, "My species has a 'thats the one' instinct. If we find the right person, it activates, and according to my parents at least, it's usually subliminal. When we landed, I imprinted on you- so, to me, you're the one. And for all I know, unless you die and stay dead, that stupid ass hormonal flux won't go down."

Kenny stayed silent.

"I'm stuck fixating on you until one of us dies, my kind mates for life, and unless I submit myself to experimental science the animal part of my brain is gonna keep screaming that you're mine. Which is kind of annoying, and dumb, and gets in the way- and I didn't even realize it until I found that first tape. I've just been infatuated with you since grade four and I don't know how to make it stop," Kyle spilled, some words meshing together in a blend of syllables. Cyan progressively rose to his face the entire time he spoke. He dropped down to the ground, facing away from Kenny and towards the water, "I'm so fucking sorry Kenny."

Kenny took a few tentative steps closer to where Kyle sat, his tail lay curled around him yet limp on the ground. His ears were drooping a bit and he looked ashamed of himself, a little bit distraught at that. "I'm not gonna disown you, Kyle. That'd just be fucking stupid."

"I didn't mean to ruin your life man, you could've been scoring. God, I probably scared off so many people without even realizing it," Kyle choked out weakly. He pressed his nails into the heel of his palm, "I swear I didn't mean to imprint on you. I swear man- I can try and suppress it."

"It's fine, Kyle," Kenny said as he crouched down beside Kyle. He bumped their shoulders together.

No response.

Okay, that was worrying. It struck a particular chord in the depths of Kenny's chest. One very, very similar to the 'my sister is hurt' chord, which unlocks a specific subset of reactions. Those reactions include:

A: Unbridled violence on whoever caused this B: Giving tried and true advice C: Terrible jokes and playful punches D: Just listening with or without a glass of warm milk

None of those options seem optimal, so Kenny improvises.

"I mean, the whole 'imprint' thing doesn't bother me," Kenny said as he sat down behind Kyle. His knees were bent and he rested his head on Kyle's shoulder.

"Dude I fucking ruined your life," Kyle got out quietly, his tail snapped to punctuate his sentence. It wrapped itself around Kenny's thigh, just above his knee.

"Beg to differ," Kenny said as he slowly raised his hands up. He gently placed them at the base of Kyle's skull, he tensed but didn't move. Kenny slowly rubbed circles in just behind Kyle's ears in the hopes it would calm him down.

Kyle leaned back into Kenny a bit, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Half of those tapes were me going off about how much I adore you and want you, Kyle. I know you have a brain in there, put it to some use," Kenny said, a small grin on his face as he spoke. He could feel Kyle start to purr, "Just think about it."

Kyle paused for a moment, to just let all of the data sink in. He felt like a total idiot when the conclusion formed in his head, "Oh."

"Yeah," Kenny answered with, "Good thing."

"I'm such a fucking idiot," Kyle said with a laugh on his voice. He squeezed a bit tighter around Kenny's leg, constricting, like a snake, "Can't wait to confirm my families suspicions."

"Do they think we're a thing?" Kenny asked as he combed his fingers through Kyle's hair.

Kyle nodded, "Probably, apparently I've been signalling some very, very vulgar and subtle things to you with my tail for the past six years. I didn't even notice my tail was moving half the time, but it was- mom and dad had to explain that to me which was fun."

"Did you stop?" Kenny asked.

"Naw, definitely not," Kyle answered with smugly, "You never knew anyways."

Kenny gives a hum, "I would say I was giving some vulgar signs myself, but humans don't have a good way to do that discretely."

"I've noticed," Kyle said, "I can read half of you like books with all the tells each of you have."

"Guess Ill have to be even more mysterious so the guys don't catch on," Kenny said as Kyle started to purr, the vibrations rapidly picking up in volume. It felt nice.

"They aren't idiots dude," Kyle said, "They'll catch on soon enough."

"Or we could just walk in there holding hands one day, wait for someone to point it out and go 'yeah we're dating now' and just act like nothing has changed," Kenny said, "Even if we don't go to the movies or eat out at restaurants- that'd be funny."

"We'll see what happens first," Kyle answered with. He holds his breath for a beat, "Love you, Kenny," There's a veritable depth to the words now.

"Love you, Kyle," Kenny answered with the same as he always has, Kyle just never noticed the subtext. He presses a brief kiss to Kyle's forehead.

-/-/-/-

Stan is the first one too notice that Kyle and Kenny are different. A good different though. They're more synced up on the field, better at silent communication, just predicting each other in general. It definitely benefits the team as a whole for the crime-fighting, but whether or not the development is good for the franchise is a whole other story.

He's the first one to ask around about it too.

"Hey Wendy, Kyle and Kenny-"

"Are acting off? I noticed," Wendy said, cutting Stan short with ease. She glanced up from her phone, "I'm already scouring about for details."

"Anything actually come up?" Stan asked.

Wendy shook her head, "Nope, you'd assume that there'd be something; but most searches are coming up dry."

"Worth a shot," Stan said with a sigh.

"You should go ask Craig, he's pretty close to Kenny," Wendy offered up and before she could finish her sentence Stan was looking for Craig.

He was sitting at his desk as usual, cruddy costume and all.

"Craig whats up with Kyle and Kenny?" Stan asked.

And without skipping a beat Craig answered with, "They're homosexuals, Stan."

"What?" Came Stan's dead response, words hollow and in disbelief.

Craig nodded to the aforementioned duo walking in, "Go ask why they're holding hands."

Stan faltered.

"Listen, if you're afraid I'm right you should've asked out Kyle sooner to avoid it," Craig blatantly accused, the words forced the air from Stan's lungs like a sucker punch.

Now aware that Craig is going to keep mentally gut punching him, Stan just heads on off to Kyle and Kenny. They are indeed holding hands, and Kyle's tail is wrapped around Kenny's thigh, just above his knee.

"Look, you two," Stan began with.

"Yeah man, what's up?" Kyle asked, and he's hiding a grin poorly. He's sure that it adds to the confusion Stan is displaying.

Kenny was right.

This is pretty fucking funny.

"How come you guys are holding hands?" Stan asked quietly.

"Kyle imprinted on me," Kenny said bluntly, "We're dating now."

"How long has this been going on for?" Stan asked.

Kyle shrugged, "A month, we were waiting for you guys to notice."

Craig gives a smug, "Told you so!" from his desk.

"Were you guys betting on what was happening?" Kenny asked, an undertone of a snicker to his voice.

"No, even if we did Craig would've won," Stan said spitefully.

Kyle grins a bit, "No need to be sour man, you can still break the news to Cartman, I'm sure it'll be hysterical to see his reaction."

"Dude. Let's go find Cartman," Kenny said eagerly, he was practically vibrating where he stood. Hes grinning that gap tooth grin, "I need to see his reaction right now."

"Wanna tag along?" Kyle asked, holding out a hand to Stan.

He refrained from taking it, "Totally man."

Craig sidles up beside the three of them, "I got a camera to record it."

#south park #south park k2 #sp k2 #south park fanfiction #south park fic #kysterion #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #tw mild gore #tw swearing #tw betrayal #as you all know i was once again staring at artwork by kennysdeadbody. as i usually do writing K2. specifically those kitenny doodles. #kite is really just a creature. big ol' cat. he purrs. #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #small headcanon that craigs gaydar is off the motherfucking shits (also wanted to let him say faggot(I didnt))

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: Dude. Stop

TOLKIEN: This isn’t fucking funny anymore

TOLKIEN: Are you like

TOLKIEN: Conspiring against us or something??

CRAIG: Haha lmao imagine taking a break up this hard

CLYDE: Oh heavens no! I'm not trying to conspire against you or anything!

CLYDE: I’m not the type of lady to go around and pick sides

CLYDE: That's not a safe thing to do

CLYDE: People could be hurt

KYLE: Physically?

CLYDE: No, emotionally

CLYDE: Which, to my knowledge, hurts just as bad

CRAIG: Lmao okay you can stop trippin now

CRAIG: You're seeing sounds rn

CRAIG: Liiiiike take a chill pill

CLYDE: Are you implying that I’ve taken a sort of hallucinogenic?

CRAIG: Literally what

CLYDE: Drugs, are you implying that I have done drugs

CRAIG: Ya

CLYDE: Now, why have you all summoned me?

CLYDE: I was quite content in the study I've made for myself in his subconscious

CLYDE: I was enjoying a fresh cup of Chamomile, as well

CLYDE: Has someone gotten hurt? CLYDE: Phillip, Gregory, Thomas, where is Tweek

GREGORY: Tweeky got ran over by a car

CLYDE: HE WHAT?!?!??!?

CLYDE: My word!! Is he alright??? Have you taken him to the hospital?!?!??!?

GREGORY: No, Ma’am

CLYDE: YOU HAVEN'T?!??!?!?

CLYDE: We have to take him to the ER right now!

PIP: WHAT ABOUT MY PLAN?!?!??!

CLYDE: Your plan can wait, good sir!

CLYDE: We have to go NOW

GREGORY: We don't have a car, Estella!

CLYDE: We can WALK!

PIP: There's not another hospital for miles!

PIP: Besides, Tweek is fine!

ESTELLA: Fine??

ESTELLA: FINE???? ESTELLA: FINE?!?!??!?!?!??!?

ESTELLA: He broke his LEGS, Phillip!!!

ESTELLA: You dumb bitch!

THOMAS: U- uh ma’am

PIP: As I was about to say, Thomas took care of it

THOMAS: Uh yeah I uh….

THOMAS: Frew up…

THOMAS: On his legs…

ESTELLA: YOU WHAT???? THOMAS: Uh…. yeah

ESTELLA: Are you OKAY????

THOMAS: No…. it hurt a lot…

CLYDE: Gregory, fetch him some water, if you will

GREGORY: Yes ma’am

THOMAS: I- I'm good ma’am-

CLYDE: Nonsense, Thomas

PIP: UGHHH!!! HE'S FINE!! EVERYTHINGS FINE!

PIP: THEY ARE ALL RIGHT THERE!! PIP: EVERYONE WHO'S WRONGED YOU!! PIP: RIGHT THERE!!!!

PIP: AND YOU'RE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT HOW THE GROUP IS DOING????

PIP: FUCK THAT!!

PIP: UGHHHHHH!!!!

CLYDE: Phillip, remember the breathing techniques we’ve discussed?

PIP: FUCK YOUR BREATHING TECHNIQUES!!!!!

CLYDE: Phillip

PIP: RRRRGHHHH WHAT??!?!?

CLYDE: We do NOT use that type of language!

PIP: RRRRAHHHHH

PIP: YOU LITERALLY JUST SAID THE WORD BITCH TWO SECONDS AGO!! CLYDE: I'm giving you to the count of three

PIP: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!

CLYDE: One

PIP: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!

ESTELLA: Two….

PIP: YOU'RE SUCH AN OVERBEARING BITCH!! I HATE YOU!!!

ESTELLA: THREE

(edits by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

#craig tucker #craigfluencer #hellpark #south park #southpark #sp #south park edits #underworld park #underworld park tolkien #underworld park tweek #underworld park pip #underworld park clyde #underworld park gregory #underworld park thomas #underworld park estella

[dannystheone]

uhhuhhh c can u do a lee!tweek n ler!craig drabble pls… one where tweek is being insecure about “how much of a mess he is” n craig is like “dude if u say one more thing bad about yourself i’m going to tickle the shit outta you”

Sure dude! I kinda thought long and hard about this one (hehe) but I hope you like it :)

Starlight (Lee Tweek/Ler Craig)

WARNINGS: Teenagers swearing, bad self-talk (they're aged up)

Tweek had a bad day and is feeling insecure about himself. Craig puts a smile on his boyfriend's face to cheer him up <3

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Coffee spilled.

Clothes stained.

Textbooks dropped.

Awarded detention.

Cried in an empty bathroom after school.

Yeah, it was a bad day for the books.

Tweek Tweak sat on his rooftop, the sky a pink and blue hue on the horizon. Trees and mountains outlined the skyline darkly as the sun set behind the clouds. Tweek held his cheek in his hand with his knees tucked under his chin. He held his button-up closer around his body as the chill of the upcoming night crept up on him.

The events of the day kept replaying in his mind. How could he fuck up so badly over and over again? Was he just a screw-up in general? Was it just a bad day? But it seemed these bad days were getting closer and closer in succession. Tweek winked in thought as he heard a noise from behind him.

A dusty window slid open to reveal a light-skinned boy with a blue hat on the other side of the pane. "Tweek? Are you up here? Oh, there you are." Craig Tucker stepped through Tweek's small window, wearing a backpack and carrying a speaker. Circles by Post Malone started to play softly in the background.

Tweek threw up a few fingers to acknowledge Craig but didn't say anything to greet him. Craig plopped next to Tweek in a huff and gave him a big side hug.

"Mmm, how are you, honey? I didn't see you at school today." Craig asked while releasing him of the hug. Tweek shrugged and looked out to the horizon instead of answering. Craig's face narrowed as Tweek held onto the material of his own sleeve.

"Tweek? You okay?" Craig scooted in closer to Tweek and put his arm around his shoulders. Tweek breathed out and slowly accepted Craig's hold. He slid into Craig's side and nestled in.

"Bad day today?" Craig asked. Tweek nodded somberly. "You wanna talk about it?" Tweek swallowed as he hugged his knees closer to his chest.

"I- urgh...I don't know where to start-" Craig held Tweek's shoulder and rubbed it gently to soothe him.

"It's okay, take your time, honey," Craig reassured Tweek. Tweek nodded numbly as he held onto a piece of his hair to calm himself.

"Gah...it was just a bad day. Everything seemed to go to shit and nothing went right, and Mr. Garrison said I was being disruptive in class but I was literally just fucking sitting there, and I swear to God if I have to deal with detention again I'm gonna fucking scream-" Tweek's fists curled as his body started shaking in anxiety. Craig rubbed over Tweek's back to try and calm him down.

"Tweek, Tweek it's okay. Relax-" Tweek shook off Craig's arms around his shoulders and held the sides of his head as if to stave off a headache.

"No I don't wanna fucking relax, Craig. Why does everything have to go to shit whenever I'm around? Everything I do or say or get involved with always has a fucking consequence! It's always my fault, it's always the tweaked-out fuck-up. Why am I such a fucking mess?" Tweek questioned. He turned to Craig for an answer, but Craig had nothing to say. Craig watched him with dark eyes.

"I just...would it kill me to be normal? Or to have a normal fucking day? I have to knock something over or break something or spill something or tear my clothes or worry my parents or freak out about something with a simple solution! Why can't..." Tweek breathed out as he looked out to the horizon once more.

When Tweek didn't finish his sentence, Craig inched closer to him and interlaced their pinkies. Tweek looked down at their linked fingers with a trace of a smile.

"Tweek, honey, it's okay. We all have things that we go through. Simple tasks aren't simple for everyone. If they were, the world would be a much better place. You know I have to put up reminders everywhere just to drink water and brush my teeth cause I forget all the time. Those things are easy for you to remember, right?" Craig encouraged. Tweek shook his head and rested his cheek in his opposite hand.

"Ack...Craig...it's not that I don't remember to do stuff or do stuff incorrectly. I...urk...I fuck up stuff. Constantly. I was just made as a fuck-up, you know?" Craig started to get upset at Tweek calling himself a fuck-up.

"No, I don't know. Stop calling yourself a fuck-up, dude. It's not true." Craig turned to Tweek fully while Tweek refused to look at his boyfriend.

"But it is true. I'm just a huge mess. I don't know where you get the patience to deal with a screwup like me." Craig's jaw set as he let go of Tweek's pinky and pointed a finger at him.

"Dude you say that again and I'm gonna fucking kill you. You hear me?" Craig steamed. Tweek gave his boyfriend a sideways glance and shrugged.

"'S'true. Urgh... I just screw up and mess up everyone's lives around me. Sorry you have to-" Tweek cut himself off as he sputtered and jolted. Fingers wormed into his sides and started curling into the skin. Tweek bucked and started squirming on the rooftop as he giggled out.

"C-Crahahaig! Wh-What the fuhuhuhuck?!" Tweek called out. His eyes narrowed in laughter as Craig scribbled his fingers up and down Tweek's sides without mercy.

"What did I tell you, Tweek? I said if you didn't cut it out I was gonna kill you." Craig said in his monotone voice. Tweek pushed at Craig's hands, his shoulders jumping in his giggles.

"Pffft- Fuhuhuhuck ohohohoff ahahahasshole!" Tweek's jeaned leg kicked out as Craig's ringed fingers scritched up in his ribs and down to his hips. He's been tickling him since the fourth grade, so he knew exactly where to target.

"'Asshole', huh? Okay. I'm such a huge fucking asshole I'll keep this up no matter how much you beg. How's that for an asshole?" Craig asked. Tweek shook his head as his smile grew larger on his face. Tweek held Craig's wrists to try and control their movements. He was pretty strong, as previously established, so it was pretty effective against Craig. But his body was mostly overcome with giggles.

"NoHOhoho! Let gohohoho!" Tweek leaned back on his rooftop, Craig's fingers overtaking Tweek's lower sides and hips. Craig couldn't get Tweek from around his waist while Tweek was laying down, so Craig took both his hands and started tickling from above.

"Uhh...no. I'm not stopping until you admit you're not a fuck-up." Craig announced, his little puffballs on his hat dangling above Tweek's eyes. Tweek's hips bucked as Craig started squeezing his fingers in his tummy.

"NoHOHOHO!! I'm nohohohot dohohohoing thahahahat!!" Tweek's eyes screwed shut in his laughs. It seemed over his belly button was especially bad. Craig mentally cataloged that for later.

"Fine, then every time you refuse to say what I want you to say for the tickling to stop, I'm gonna add to it. So now you have to admit you're not a fuck-up, and you're not a mess." Craig stated. His hands stuffed up into Tweek's underarms and scribbled into the hollows. Tweek's head tossed back as he kicked out in protest.

"GAH-hahahahaha! Screhehehew ohohohohoff!" Tweek threw up a weak middle finger before immediately shooting his elbow down to protect himself. Craig feigned a fake offended gasp as his fingers stilled for a moment. Tweek breathed in deeply as Craig put his hands on his hips.

"So it's gonna be like that, huh? Fine Tweek, you asked for it." Tweek started giggling out of anticipation as he put his hands up in front of him.

"Noohoho Craihaig! Leheave me alohohone man!" Craig took hold of Tweek's hands and pulled him in. Craig put Tweek in a tight bear hug and started blowing small raspberries into his ear. Tweek burst out into light-hearted giggles as he started pulling and squirming in Craig's hold.

"CraHAHAHAIG!! STOHOHOP stohohop stop stop!" Tweek's hands curled tightly as Craig gave his ear and the side of his neck flurries of consistent tickly kisses.

"No. Now I want you to say that you're not a fuck-up, you're not a mess, and you love yourself. I'll wait." Craig declared, and went back to his tingly tickly kisses. Tweek shook his head as he continued to laugh out, so Craig upped the anty.

"I swehehear Crahahaig! I swehehear to- GAHAHAHAD!! Stohohohop thahahahat!!" Tweek began to twist and jump in Craig's hold as Craig kissed up and down Tweek's ear and neck while scribbling over his side with his hand. Tweek cried out as he slowly leaned back onto the rooftop and squirmed all over the tiles.

"Go ahead and say it, Tweek. You want it to be over right? Or I can just keep going. Whatever you want." How could Craig be so damn teasy with that monotone voice? Tweek tried burying his ear in his shoulder, but Craig was quick to keep track of him.

"ACK! Okahahahay okay! I-hehehehe! I'm nahahahat ahahaha fuhuhuck- STOHOhohohop!" Tweek laughed and wriggled in Craig's hold. Craig laid Tweek down fully on the rooftop and laid down next to him with his hand over his belly. Craig felt Tweek breathe in and giggle gently underneath him.

"Ugh...I hehe- I'm not a fuck-up, I'm not a mess. Huhh...and I love myself." Tweek's cheeks burned from the earlier laughter he belted out. Craig folded his arm under Tweek's head to serve as a pillow while they lay on the rooftop. Tweek begrudgingly accepted.

"And you mean it? Truly?" Craig asked. Tweek fidgeted with his fingers while he thought.

"I don't...urgh. I don't know, Craig. I don't know what you see in me, honestly. I just said it so it would stop." Craig breathed in deeply as he thought of what to say.

"Tweek, I 'deal' with you because you're my absolute everything, honey. You're...you're my starlight. Starlight isn't perfect or imperfect, it just...is. But it's a beautiful phenomenon despite the fact." The night cascaded around the boys, the pink and blue sunset giving way to the star-filled sky. Tweek looked up to Craig as Craig propped himself up on one elbow as Chanel from Frank Ocean played on the speaker behind them.

"Just like you. You're not gonna be the most perfect at simple tasks or an orderly routine, it's just how you are. But then, who is, right?" Craig suggested. Tweek rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Gee, thanks." Tweek snickered. Craig bat Tweek's shoulder to shush him.

"If I can finish, please. I still think you're handsome, you're funny, you understand me and I understand you. You've been my best friend and my boyfriend for about seven years now. No amount of how many times you spill or break something is ever going to change that. And if you need more help in your routine so you can have a smoother day, you can just tell me. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what." Tweek's eyes welled up with tears as his fingers curled into Craig's arm.

"You mean it?" Tweek asked.

"Truly," Craig responded.

"Thank you, Craig. Seriously."

"Of course, honey."

The two boys shared a long and much-needed kiss on the rooftop, filled with all their combined love and passion for each other. Under the starlight.

#south park #south park tickles #lee tweek #tweak tweek #ler craig #craig tucker #danny writes #tickle fic #tickles

[cyndrastic]

ok so y’all seemed to like the first part of the Fairly Odd Parents AU so here’s more characters!!

Tolkien and Jimmy are AJ and Chester!! They’re Clyde’s best (and only) friends at school! As I was making this au I realized how oddly well Tolkien and Jimmy actually match AJ and Chester character wise, so not much has to be changed for them honestly. Meanwhile I needed a character to be Vicky so I figured “hey Clyde has a sister doesn’t he?” so boom there she is.

more in depth character descriptions under the cut for those who want them!

Tolkien is the smart rich kid who tries and generally fails to talk sense into Jimmy and Clyde, and is the only one of the three with any brain cells. Also probably the only neurotypical one of the three. He’s also the only one in school who will point out when stuff randomly changes, usually in benefit of Clyde. Like, he’s the one who always notices when Clyde suddenly has a new super expensive looking bike, or he’s suddenly the most popular guy in school for like 3 days before everything just goes back to how it was for no reason. Tolkien is the only one who notices and is concerned with this.

These changes are obviously Clyde making wishes, and it scares Tweek that Tolkien will eventually figure out that Clyde has fairy god parents. Tweek wants to wipe Tolkien’s memory every time he notices a spell, but Clyde and Craig stop him. Craig thinks it’s hilarious because in all his time being a godparent, no godkid’s friends have ever noticed anything wrong until Tolkien, so he’s automatically Craig’s second favorite human (second to Clyde).

He rewards Tolkien for this by letting him be the only human that can hold or play with him when he’s in his pet form (like how Cosmo and Wanda become goldfish, Craig is a guinea pig) without getting bit when the trio hangs out at Clyde’s house.

Jimmy, for the sake of this au, will not be as dirt poor as Chester is in the actual show cause idk what good that does for this au lol. Otherwise Jimmy is the wisecracking friend who has a good heart and pure intentions most of the time but covers it with crude humor and kinda offensive jokes. Also he sucks at reading a room (me coded) and can never tell when his comedic genius won’t be appreciated (the deleted scene of him making a joke about Clyde killing his mom to Clyde like the day after it happened lives in my head rent free it’s so funny) His hair is also wavy cause I said so and that’s just how I like to draw Jimmy, i do what i want.

Also, just like how Tolkien is Craig’s second favorite human, Jimmy is Tweek’s. Most of the time when Jimmy cracks a joke, even if it’s a supremely unfunny one, Tweek laughs at it. Tweek’s pet form is a parrot, so that means if he’s chilling as an animal he can still talk and laugh. Jimmy thinks it’s hilarious that Clyde’s bird finds him so funny and Jimmy will frequently go to Clyde’s house to write and test out new comedy routines for Tweek because he’s “such a terrific audience.” Craig kinda hates it but won’t object because Tweek genuinely enjoys it.

Clyde and Craig don’t understand how Tweek finds Jimmy genuinely funny all the time, but it’s literally only because Tweek has spent the majority of his life around Craig, who is incredibly blunt, sarcastic to a fault, and so unfunny it hurts. Craig is only ever funny by being overtly honest when he doesn’t need to be (autism moment), and couldn’t make a normal joke if his life depended on it (if i may remind anyone of the Craig clip: “i got a good one: why do girls wear makeup and perfume? because they’re ugly and they stink” this man would not know a joke if it punched him in the face)

Lizzie is Clyde’s older sister. Shes a good bit older than him, Clyde being around 15 years old and her being around 22. She’s a massive bitch and has always been mean to Clyde, but it got worse once their mom died and she blamed it on Clyde (Betsy died the same way in canon as in this au, so it is kinda Clyde���s fault but still, he was 8). Luckily with her being way older than Clyde, she lives at college, but he has to deal with her whenever she goes home and during her school’s breaks. She takes Vicky’s role in this au so even if she isn’t an evil babysitter, she acts similarly to Clyde as Vicky does to Timmy.

She’s one of the reasons Clyde even gets god parents: abusive older sister, dead mom who’s death was because of him, crazy teacher (Garrison is his own level of traumatizing just as he is in the canon of the show but i haven’t decided if i wanted him to be exactly like Crocker yet), and Roger (Clyde’s dad) is ok but he’s kinda neglectful cause he’s mourning his wife and has to work double to support his kids now that Betsy is dead.

#south park #south park fanart #south park au #cyn art #south park art #fairly odd parents sp au #<- idk what tag to use for now #clyde donovan #clyde’s sister #tolkien black #token black #jimmy valmer #sp clyde #clyde sp #tolkien sp #sp tolkien #sp token #jimmy sp #sp jimmy

[sharkinthetoilet]

Hii I love your stories! I was wondering if you could do Creek x male!reader (poly) who has ADHD and tends to zone out a lot?

Creek and their adhd boyfriend

I don't not have adhd, but multiple of my friends have it, therefore I can only write what I know about them!

Gender: masculine

Warnings:

☆-creek:

They're super chill about it

Neurodivergent couple goals 😘

If you have any meds or something, they'll always remind you to take it

Give you their notes from class, in case you weren't paying attention

Or actually only craig

If he cares enough to write something down

They always get a bit nervous, if you zone out

For various reasons: tweek just being generally overly anxious gets even more scared, if suddenly stop answering him

Craig is just a bit socially awkward (aka autisitic) and doesn't know how to react, when he notices you zoning out.

if you act hyper it infects tweek very quickly

craig gets tired of you guys sometimes and tends to go non-verbal

#south park #south park x reader #x reader #craig x reader #tweek x reader #craig x tweek #tweek x craig #south park tweek #south park craig #creek south park #creek

[princessconsuela120]

So while writing the next two chapters I’ve realized there’s a lot of extra info I haven’t added so I’m gonna make this a second info page for Juno, broken down into sections!

Basics:

- Juno Marsh is the daughter of Sharon and Randy Marsh, and twin sister of Stanley Marsh, younger sister of Shelley Marsh. She is the youngest in the family.

- She lives in South Park Colorado next door to the Broflovski’s

- She had mid length raven black hair, and deep blue eyes.

- She owns a dog named Sparky.

- She is friends with her brothers friends, though her closest friend is Kenny McCormick.

- She is a junior at South Park High.

Friends:

Kenny McCormick - lead guitarist in the band Crimson Dawn. Best friends with Juno Marsh since preschool. Was turned mortal in 5th grade after a mission to defeat his curse set out by him and Juno, where they broke him of his curse. Big pothead, but not to the point where it’s a problem. Dumb on the outside, but is actually really smart. Works a job to provide mostly for his little sister. Karen adores Juno. Kevin McCormick and Shelly Marsh have been dating for 3 years, and were set up by Kenny and Juno.

Stan Marsh - lead singer in the band Crimson Dawn. Still best friends with Kyle. Short tempered, but actually very sensitive. Hates his family lovingly. Has depression, takes anti-depressants. Has an alcohol problem, though he’s trying very hard to fix it. Refuses to take off his hat, Juno had to get him to wash his hair more. Not as greasy as it was when they were kids, but not the best.

Kyle Broflovski - Has been in love with Juno Marsh since the 4th grade. He fell first she fell harder. The smartest in the class. Is on the varsity basketball team, number 19 (Juno’s bday). Still wears his hat all the time, hates his hair but has warmed up to it more. Hates anything to do with alcohol or drugs. Designated driver always. Helps his brother with homework. Babysits Ike with Juno frequently. An awkward teenage boy, though a lot of girls have crushes on him (including Juno).

Eric Cartman - Still an asshole. Is trying his best. Has chilled down a lot since 4th grade. Was put on medication and sent to therapy after being diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder, with the help of Juno. Almost flunked out of high school, Juno tutored him which led to discovering his mental illness. Is surprisingly a lot better after starting medication. He pretends not to tolerate anyone but actually has a soft spot for his friends. Is slowly working his way up to being forgiven, even by Kyle. Forgets to take his meds and can be insufferable when Liane doesn’t remind him.

Butters - still the sweetest boy alive. Was diagnosed with autism, with Juno’s help. Brought both Juno and Kenny to Hawaii, they’re his favorite people. Juno is the only one allowed to call him Leo. He’s softened up a lot after discovering that he isn’t crazy his mind is just a little different. Owns a cat named Oatmeal, she’s basically his service cat.

Craig Tucker - Cousins with the Marsh family (Laura is Randy’s sister). Very close with Juno, has a fake rivalry with Stan. Smoking buddies with Juno and Kenny.

Tweek Tweak - works for tweak bros with his family. Juno and Craig convinced him to form a new recipe for coffee, and has slowly derailed him from his meth addiction. He still has raging anxiety but is getting healthier. Tweek and Craig have been together since 4th grade.

Wendy Testaburger - Has been dating Stan off and on since 4th grade. Good friends with Juno Marsh, even if her and Stan are on a break.

Stick of truth:

Story will come later!

Juno is known as Princess Juno of the Nine Realms, Princess Juno for short. She is “married” to the elf prince Kyle, which United their kingdoms and made them king and queen.

Fractured But Whole:

Story will come later!

Juno is known as The Gemini.

Her abilities are cloning, power replication (can temporarily take the powers of an individual), yin and Yang ( damages all enemies but strengthens all teammates), and water manipulation. She had started her own super hero team against Coon and Friends titled Supers of Terrific Dare (STDs) with members; The Gemini (Juno), Mysterion (Kenny), Call Girl (Wendy), SheWolf (Annie), FashionMonger (Bebe), Barbaria (Red),

Nightshade (Nichole), Henrietta, Michael, Pete, Super Craig, Wonder Tweek. (Yes she gained girl and goth alliance, making her the strongest group)

More of the girls superhero’s I came up with come later in a character chart!

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

[leekyrainbow]

i was just thinking about new kid and i wanna talk abt them cause i don't think anyone has yet

spoilers for the stick of truth, the fractured but whole and snowday‼️‼️

they always found a way to become op in all three games (sot, fbw, sd). yeah the new kid is only in games and in games you become op but thats not the point. the other kids are *aware* that the new kid is op, thats why there was rules in place IN snowday to stop them from being op (but then dark matter got involed blah blah blah). The new kid STILL became op, a reason why they get used by other kids. Now the new kid can leave at anytime, nothing really stops them yet they havent left. We dont really know what happens during school or off days so everything there is up to theory.

new kid just kinda goes along with everything, they dont argue or disagree. The only time they did say something was at the end of tsot. the ONLY line we got from them. They choose to talk, they arent canoniclly mute but they are quiet 100% of the time. I dont think anyone other than stan, kyle cartman and kenny know that the new kid can speak since it was only shown they spoke once. either that or they're just quiet from trauma, if you seen their backstory from playing the games you would know what i mean.

(on the topic of the first paragraph) I think they know that they're getting used aswell, not counting the fact that they were literally told that. they have no other people to hang out with from what we've seen, they have taken selfies with countless people around town and have over a hundred friends on facebook. We arent counting that. Im talking about the people he hangs out with; stans gang(w/butters), craig and those guys(w/tweek) and maybe timmy occasionally (not sure abt timmy cause they've only really interact in tfbw).

New kid could probably make friends with kids in their school, I'd say its difficult since they dont talk. Im not an expert on making friends (really, im not) but i would say its difficult to make friends by just staring at someone because the person might get the wrong idea. Like, they're quiet to the point no one knows their name. They get referred to as 'new kid' instead of their name. Thats peak quiet behaviour.

honestly i would say that new kid did speak before they moved to south park cause of how their parents spoke to them at the start of tsot (they full on expected a response from them, but didnt get one) then eventually just accepted that their kid wasnt going to talk in tfbw. oh and it was definitely difficult to pick what parent to kill in the lab.

i think new kid is in desperate need of therapy, no explanation needed.

I love the new kid (platonic), they're one of my favourite characters in south park even though they only appear in tbe games. most people probably forget about them after they finish the games, id say that happens with the characters in the games aswell.

new kid is constantly forgotten about, as much as they hang out with the main 4, they're always forgotten after the games arr finished. the only character(excluding their parents) that ever showed any kind of care to new kid was Mysterion(techically kenny). This isnt word for word, Mysterion said along the lines of 'i have this strange urge to protect you'. Id say that when kenny isnt with stan, kyle, cartman or butters they're just chilling with new kid. that's kinda just a hc of mine though.

i dont have much else to say, if i do ill probably end up reposting another verison of this

#south park #snowday spoilers #the stick of truth spoilers #the fractured but whole spoilers #snowday #the fractured but whole #the stick of truth #new kid #new kid south park #rant #the new kid deserves so much better #even though they basically have killed hundreds

[bubbleecloud]

omg i loved the stans gang hcs please i am on the ground asking for craigs gang because its hard to find anyone interested in sp, only if you would like though :)

Your wish is my command, anon 😌 headcannons for Craig and his goons!

Craig:

-pretty average ticklishness

-thinks tickling is childish and embarrassing

-will threaten you to no end if you try to tickle him, but he's all talk.

-will hold in his laugh until he physically can't anymore (just go for his underarms and he's gone)

-uncharacteristically loud laugh. Like uncontrollably so

-will only let tweek get away with tickling him without consequence. If your not him, though..

-boy oh boy

-terrifyingly stoic ler. His silence is honestly more effective than the tickling

-just goes for the death spot and calls it a day, isnt really one for build up

-unless your tweek. Behind closed doors he's such a soft Ler with his boyfriend 🥺

Tweek:

-hes not really terribly ticklish, but his reactions are so borderline insane that you'd think his nerves were out side of his body

-he just can't handle it, poor thing. He shrieks and squirms like crazy! just begs and pleads immediately

-cannot handle anticipation or teasing. He gets so unbelievably jittery

-doesn't mind being tickled as long as your not too rough. Sometimes it tires him out enough to where he can relax for a bit!

-ticklish 👏ears👏and👏hips👏

-hes a compulsive Ler and only really tickles people out of adrenaline and vengeance if you tickle him first

-will tap out if you start laughing too hard because it feels like to much pressure to keep it up while still being fun

-likes to tickle craig if he's being too grumpy

Clyde:

-Such a fucking drama queen. If asked if he's ticklish he's try to act all cool and tough. He ends up getting teamed up on 😬😬

-squeals and tries to curl up to protect himself

-will get pouty afterwards, but he actually really loves the attention

-tears up very easily, and hiccups if he's tickled hard enough

-ticklish tum!!! Pretty bad near his underarms too

-he's such a silly and playful Ler omfg

-is the biggest Ler of the group and loves to start tickle fights!

-likes to team up with Tolkien and completely wreak the other three

-is always cautious of taking it too far

-hes so teasy bro! Expect alot of compliments and harmless flirting

Tolkien:

-not really much of a Lee, honestly

-isnt too ticklish in many places, and you can only ever really get him to giggle at best

-Clyde once tried to tickle him and it totally backfired.

-a big fan of playful roughhousing with tickling, often gets into wrestling matches with Craig to try to get the upper hand.

-pretty chill and casual Ler. Never really goes to far into it unless its a situation like above

-is currently the tickle champion solely because he's so hard to get

Jimmy:

ok, I know there's some discourse about whether or not Jimmy is apart of Craig's gang, but I just love him too much!

-its hard for him to participate in tickling because of his disability, but the others always find ways to make sure he's included

-at times when they're all just chilling at Craig's house and he has his crutches off, he just gets bombarded

-a surprising defiant Lee, will curse your name throughout the whole process

-although he really does appreciate that his friends just treat him like any other kid, he's just saving face

-really ticklish sides

-has such a bubbly contagious laugh

-as a comedian, he loves making people laugh

-if ya know what I mean

- will totally crack jokes while he's tickling you, and then say something like "wow, you must have found that one really funny!"

-will lovingly make fun of you, but it's all in good nature

-really good upper arm strength and totally uses it to his advantage. Will not hesitate to pin you

Aaaaa there we go, you guys!! Hope you enjoy! ^^

#tickles! #south park #dreamywrites #craigs gang #headcannons