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gigglingsoftly · 4 months

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Soooooo cute I love this 💕 💕 💕

We Love You, Man!

A/N: I felt like writing my first South Park fic before 2024! The year was full of surprises, but I'm so happy this year happened. I can't wait to start the new year off with more maturity, and better time management skills. A special shout out to @strangleetomz, @veryblushyswitch, @turtle-bee-rayne, and @kais3a for being patient with me as I wasn't online a lot this year. Thank you all for being a part of my life, and I hope we continue to be friends <3 Now with all that sappy stuff out of the way, I hope everyone had a great 2023, and enjoy the fic :) (SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I'M A LIL RUSTY)

Summary: Kenny is overthinking due to different scenarios throughout the say. Stan and Kyle need to show how much they love their friend!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, angst (hurt/comfort), tickling, slight homophobia and fatphobia (only in the beginning because Cartman)

(Sorry there are so many warnings, I promise this isn't a bad fic T-T)

Word Count: 3328 (I think this is my longest fic ever oml-)

Lee!Kenny, Lers!Stan and Kyle

NSFW AND K!NK BLOGS DNI

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It was late December, a snowy day in South Park.

“Cartman, I can’t share a seat with you, you're too fat.” “YES YOU CAN, KENNY!”

Cartman squished against the bus window, trying to make room for his friend. Kenny rolled his eyes as he tried to fit on the seat next to Cartman.

“Can’t you, like, tuck it into your pants or something?” Kenny said as he started pushing his friend’s stomach trying to make room for himself.

“Kenny! Kehenny, stahap!” Cartman giggled as he pushed his friend’s hands.

Kenny smiled under his parka, “What, is your big tummy ticklish or something?”

“Shut uhup, Kenny! Stop!”

“SHUT UP BACK THERE! DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL?!”

Kenny let up at the sound of Mrs. Crabtree’s raspy voice. “No Mrs Crabtree.” Both boys said in a small voice.

“That's what I thought.” Mrs Crabtree said as she turned her attention back to the road.

“Nice going Kenny. You got us in trouble.” Cartman harshly whispered, “you’re so annoying”

Kenny grew worried at that word. Annoying. For some reason, at that moment, it scared him. He brushed it off, however, as they got arrived at the elementary school.

~~~ In Class ~~~

Mr. Garrison was talking about some kind of pop culture thing he saw on the television. Kenny was bored out of his mind. As he was tapping his pencil on his desk, he got an idea.

Kyle was also bored, but felt bad completely tuning out Mr. Garrison, so he was trying to pay attention as much as he can. However, his attention was dragged somewhere else when he felt a poke on his side. His arm shot to his side, causing him to hit his elbow on his desk in the process.

“Ow!” Kyle winced as he held the hurt joint. The whole class, including Mr. Garrison, looked at the red-haired boy in confusion. When Kyle looked at Kenny, his eyes narrowed. Both of Kenny’s hands were covering the part of his parka where his mouth would be, effectively silencing his giggles completely.

“KENNY, I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Kyle shouted, which made Kenny giggle so loud that he had to hold his stomach, causing everyone to hear his adorable giggles.

“Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick, if you can’t pay attention to my lesson, you could just go down to the counsellor’s office.” Mr. Garrison said with a shake of his head.

“No Mr. Garrison! I was paying attention! I swear! It was Kenny!”

“I said, go to the Counsellor’s office! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Garrison.” Kenny and Kyle said as they walked out of the classroom and down to the school’s Counsellor.

“What the fuck, Kenny? Why did you do that?”

Kenny started to giggle again, “I was bored!”

“Yeah, well now we’re in trouble! God, you are so annoying! If my mom finds out about this, she’s gonna–”

As Kyle went on, Kenny couldn’t help but feel his heart drop a little again. There was that word. Annoying. The sentence played back in his head, “God, you’re so annoying!”. Why was this effecting him so much?

~~~ After school ~~~

“So, you guys gonna come over to my place after dinner? I got the new Mario Party for Christmas, and it looks really cool!” Stan said as he showed his friends the game with a smile on his face.

“Keeewl!” Cartman said, taking the game from Stan, “I’m totally gonna kick all your asses!”

“Yeah right, fatass! You lose all of the other times we play!”

“I do not, Kahl! Besides, this is a new game! New game, new me! That’s totally a saying.”

“It’s new year, new me, dumb fuck!”

“Nu-uh! It’s game! Maybe you’re just–”

As the two bickered for probably the 10th time that day, Kenny felt a pit fall in his stomach. The boys were about to pass the building Kenny died in front of the day before. He doesn’t remember much of it, but he remembers something big and heavy landing on him, crushing him into the sidewalk.

“Uh, guys?” Kenny said with a shaky voice, looking up to the roof of the building.

The boys looked back at their friend. “What’s up, Kenny?”

“Could we go a different way home? Y’know, being that I kinda got crushed yesterday…”

“Kenny, don’t be a pussy.” Cartman deadpanned, “you’ll be fine, that was yesterday. New day, new you!”

“For the last time, Cartman, it’s new year. Not new game, not new day. New. Year.” Kyle said as he continued walking.

“Kahl, I can say whateva the hell I want! It’s freedom of speech, after all!” Cartman said, following Kyle.

“C’mon, Kenny, we have to go home and eat!” Stan said before running after his friends to catch up.

Kenny stood there for a second. He couldn’t believe his friends would just leave him like that. Well, he could. They have before. But it’s not like anything happened those last times, so nothing’s gonna happen now!

… Right?

With a deep breath, he ran past the building with his eyes closed. He screamed when he ran into something hard, thinking he just ran into a moving car, or the same object that crushed him yesterday with his luck.

“Kenny! What the hell?!” Turns out, it was Stan’s back, “I almost fell into the snow!”

“I'm alive…? I’m alive! WOO-HOO!” Kenny threw his hands in the air in his excitement.

“... Yeah, dude, we know.” Kyle said, with a straight face, “now come on, we have to eat dinner, so we could go to Stan’s house.”

Did they really not care?

“… Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m gonna go this way home,” Kenny said as he pointed to a side road.

“Are you sure, Kenny? We always go this way,” Stan said, a look of slight worry on his face as he turned to Kenny.

“Yeah I’m sure! See you guys!” He waved enthusiastically at his friends.

“Yeah, dude, see ya” Kyle said as he and the others turned to continue down the street.

Kenny stood frozen for a moment. What had he done? Was he really that… that… annoying?

The blond collected his thoughts and headed down the road to his house.

~~~ At Stan’s House ~~~

“You all suck ass!”

“Shut up Stan! We just need to- Cartman! We’re supposed to be working together!”

“Oh, we are?”

“Yes, fatass! Get Stan!”

Kenny giggled as his princess Peach dodged every attack Stan’s Yoshi threw at him in the mini-game. That mixed with Cartman’s Mario pushing Kyle’s Toad in the way of one of the attacks, causing Toad to lose 1 out of the 2 lives that were given.

Stan eventually gave up on Kenny, and went for Kyle, considering her had one life left. The blond was sat in between Cartman and Stan. When he was left alone, he looked at Stan’s sides. He smirked and squeezed it, chuckling at how Stan threw his controller up when he felt the sensation.

“Kenny!”

“Whaaat~?”

“TIME’S UP! … Mario, Peach, And Toad Win!”

“HA! SUCK MY ASS, STAN!” Cartman yelled, pointing to the TV screen.

“That was so weak! Kenny made me throw my controller!”

“All I did was help my teammates, dude!”

“Well, dude, what you did was totally cheating!”

Kenny giggled as the others watched as Toad, Mario, and Peach take 20 coins from Yoshi each, leaving him with 10 left.

“Fuck! He’s still in first place!” Kyle said, leaving back on the couch. Although Stan only had 10 coins, he still had 2 stars (2 more than everyone else).

“Ha! Kenny’s little trick was pointless! See you losers after this round!” Stan said, grabbing his controller off the ground and getting ready for the next – and final – round.

Kenny rolled his eyes. He kinda felt upset that he did that, though. You’ve annoyed them enough for one day, Kenny. God, get a grip. That's what he thought as he watched his friends take their final rolls of the dice.

The game ended how everyone knew it would; Stan in first place, then Kyle in second, then Kenny in third, and Cartman in fourth. Cartman was far from happy. Stan and Kyle high-fived, laughing at Cartman’s grumpy face.

“What happened to “new game new me”, fatass?”

“SHUT UP KAHL!” Cartman yelled, throwing his controller on the floor, “You know what?! Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Then Cartman waddled out of Stan’s house, and actually went home.

It was only 5:30 since the guys ate as soon as they got home from school to go over to Stan’s place.

“Hey, we still have 4 hours until we have to go home,” Kyle said, looking at the clock, “What do you guys wanna do?”

“Uh… Kenny? Are you ok?” Stan asked as he noticed his friend was suspiciously quiet.

Kenny was thinking about the events that transpired throughout the day while fidgeting with the joycon of the controller.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry.” Kenny said, his face heating up at how easy it was to read him.

“No you’re not, dude,” Kyle said, placing his hand on Kenny’s back, “What happened? Did we say something?”

“Well… Not- not just that.”

Stan and Kyle looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. Stan then moved to sit on the floor in front of Kenny to get a better look at his face. “You can tell us, Ken.”

“Ok. How come nobody cares about me? I die every day and no one cares! It fucking hurts, but nobody asks me if I’m ok the next day.”

Kyle furrowed his brows at that statement. “Kenny, dude, we care.”

“No you don’t Kyle! Not you, not Stan, not Cartman! Nobody! I asked if we could go a different way, and you all just called me a pussy and left me! I hate dying! This might come as a shock to you guys, but it’s not fun!”

“Kenny, we’re so sorry, we didn’t mean to make you feel bad. We were just-”

“Just joking, right?” Kenny finished Stan’s sentence, his hands turning into fists, “you’re always “just joking” cause “we’re guys” and it's normal for your friends to rip in you, and it’s no big deal. I’m sorry I’m so annoying, but-”

“Woah, Kenny, you’re not annoying!” Stan said, putting a hand on his friend’s knee, “when did we say that?”

“It’s all that’s been said to me all day! And if you didn’t say it, you showed that you were annoyed. Like, I know I’m annoying. I know that you guys forget I’m here. It’s whatever, I’m used to it.”

“Kenny, are you… crying?” Kyle’s face dropped when he heard Stan say that.

“No…” Kenny lied. He pulled the strings of his parka, so his face was barely visible.

“You’re gonna get your parka wet! That’ll be uncomfortable.” Kyle said, feeling tears coming himself. He couldn’t handle seeing the people he loves cry. “Kenny, I promise we care. We only say that you’re annoying to joke around, and I know that won’t make you feel better, but it’s the truth.”

“Yeah, we don’t actually mean any rude thing we say. I promise you, we don’t think you’re annoying.”

“You guys are just saying that to make me feel better.” Kenny said, reaching into his parka to wipe his eyes.

“I swear! Scout's honour!”

“Yeah, Scout's honour!”

“Even when I tickle you throughout the day?” Stan and Kyle looked at each other again, this time confused. Sure, they get embarrassed when Kenny randomly goes up and tickles them for no reason, but the two found it more funny and endearing more than annoying.

“Is that’s what this is about, Kenny?” Stan asked.

“Not all of it, but kinda.”

“Aww, Kenny, you’re not annoying when you tickle us! It’s honestly kinda fun having the surprise aspect!”

“... really?”

“Yeah! It’s like, you never know when it’s coming! Right Kyle?”

“Y-Yeah! Kenny, if we genuinely found you annoying, we would tell you.”

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem, dude. Now get out of your parka!” Stan giggled as he reached up and unzipped Kenny’s thick parka, and Kyle took down the hood.

Kenny smiled a little, not entirely used to having his full face exposed to his friends. However, those said friends loved the sight. Kenny’s blond hair was a little messy from being in the hood, and his tears dried up. His face was also a little pink from all the complements and reassurance.

“Thanks you guys, seriously. I needed to hear that today.”

“Of course, Kenny! We love you, man!” Kyle smiled, no longer feeling teary-eyed as he saw Kenny’s little smile, “Is there anything else we could do to make you feel even better?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Kyle looked at Stan, and smiled at the expression he had on his face. It was a glint in his eyes and a sinister smirk. Kyle knew that face more than anyone. Oh, this was gonna be good.

“I actually know something we could do, Kenny! Why don’t you lay down on the carpet over here?” Stan said, patting the rug beneath him.

Kenny grew confused. How could Stan know how to make him feel better? He was more curious, however, and did as he was told.

Kyle then joined them, already knowing what to do when he saw Stan sit above their friend’s head. Faster than Kenny would have anticipated (if he knew what they were planning), Stan reached down and grabbed Kenny’s hands, sitting on them so they were stretched above the blond’s head. At the same time, Kyle tased both of Kenny’s sides at the same time as he sat on the blond’s thighs.

“AHH!” Kenny shouted. That’s when it clicked. He thanked god that Stan’s parents and sister were out shopping, “whahat was thahat, Kyle?!”

“Oh, just the warm-up!” Kyle said with a smile, and went to squeezing Kenny’s ribs.

“Ahahaha! Kylehehe! Whyyy!” Kenny giggled, shaking his head and pulling at his arms.

“Stan, some help, please!” Kyle said as he saw the wasn’t getting much of a reaction.

“Oh yes, of course!” Stan said. The boy then started lightly scratching at Kenny’s underarms, now exposed thanks to the lack of protection from his parka, only relying on the thickness of his undershirt (it’s not that thick), “Kyle, go lighter! They tickle him more~”.

“AHHahahaha! Nohohoho!”

“Oh, thanks, dude!” Kyle switched to lightly tickling his friend’s ribs, occasionally going down to his sides.

“KYLEHEhehehe, Plehehehease! Dohohohohon’t”

“Don’t what, Kenny?”

“Nohohohot fahahalling fohohor thahahat!” Kenny squealed as Stan’s touch grew lighter as well. “STAHAHahahahan! AHAHahahahaha!”

“Aww! Listen to his giggles, Stan! They’re just so… cute!” Kyle said, a huge smile on his face, “Who knew Kenny could be so adorable!”

Kenny’s face immediately grew red at the comment, “Shuhuhut uhuhup! Thehehehey ahahare NOHOHOT cuhuhute!”

“Yo, Kyle, let up for a second!” Stan said, as he stopped tickling Kenny, Kyle following. “Kenny, tell me, can you feel the tickles?” Stan then raised his hands above Kenny’s underarms and ribs, wiggling his fingers slightly.

“Oh, Stahan fuhuhuck ohoff!”

“You didn’t answer~! Can you feel the tickle tickle tickles~?” God damn, Stan was going all out. Kyle was even turning red, just imagining how Kenny felt.

“YES ohohokay?! IhI cahahan!”

“Funny, ‘cause we’re not even touching you,” Kyle smirked, joining in on the bit by hovering his hands above Kenny’s stomach, a known death spot.

“KYLE! I swehehear to gohohod, if yohohohou gohoho thehehere, AH! Stahahahan!” Kenny squeaked as he felt a single finger go down his bare forearm. Why did you wear a t-shirt, Kenny?!

“What’s up, Kenny? Are you a little, ticklish?” Kenny was going insane. If they didn’t start soon–

Nevermind.

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHH! GUHUHUYSS AHHAHAHAHA!” Kenny screamed with laughter as Kyle and Stan lowered their fingers. Stan lightly scribbling up and down Kenny’s forearms, and Kyle reaching under Kenny’s shirt to tickle his bare stomach.

This really couldn’t get worse.

“Hey, Stan, remember how Kenny cheated during Mario Party?”

Oh shit.

“Oh yeah! He did! The audacity he had, we should get him back!”

“NOHOHO! NONO- STAHAHAHAN!”

“You’re right! But how should we?”

“Hmm… How about you squeeze his hips, while I go for his tummy?”

Kenny grew more red of the use of the childish word. “WEHEHEHE DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE TOHOHO- AHH! AHHHAHAHAHAHA! NONO- I’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Shush, Kenny, I’m thinking!” Kyle said as he used one hand to pinch at his hips while keeping the other one on this tummy.

“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA- KYLE! NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Anyway, I think that would be a great idea, but I heard from Butters that his back is also a good spot! Maybe we should see for ourselves?” Oh no. Oh nono. Butters, you traitor!

“Ooh, great idea, Kyle!” Stan said, ceasing his attack, Kyle following a second after. “Would you like to do the honours, or me?”

“Guhuhuys!” Kenny was so beyond embarrassed. His literal crush talked about how ticklish he was to his best friends! “Dohohohn’t!”

“Don’t?” Kyle questioned, forcefully turning Kenny over so he’s laying on his stomach, “That’s funny, seeing as you enjoy being tickled so much, I thought you would be excited for this?”

“I don’t lihike this! Thihis is gahahay!”

“Kenny, you never asked us to stop” Stan smiled as he saw the blush spread to Kenny’s ears. Kyle then sat on Kenny’s right arm, Stan sitting on his left. Then Kyle got to work.

Kyle ran his fingers roughly up and down Kenny’s back, noticing how behind his sides seemed to be a particularly good spot.

“Nohohoho! I’m sohohorry!”

“Kyle, go lighter! They’re more ticklish on him, remember?”

“Oh right, thanks!” Kyle smiled as he lightened his touch. Now THAT got a reaction out of him!

“AHH! AHhahahahaha! Guhuhuyss ahahahaa! AHH NAHahahahaaha!” Poor Kenny couldn’t even form a proper sentence! This whole situation was way too flustering for him.

After a bit, Kyle let up and him and Stan flipped Kenny back onto his back. The sight they both saw was downright adorable.

Kenny’s hair was messy from the trashing, and his eyes were glistening from how hard he was laughing. His face was red from embarrassment, and his happy smile was bright enough to light up a dark room.

“Woah, dude, you’re so cute!” Stan gushed as he pinched Kenny’s cheek, feeling how hot they were from the blush.

“Shuhut up Stan!” Kenny said, pushing Stan’s hand away.

“No, he’s right!” Kyle piped up, “your smile is so nice, actually!”

Kenny felt his cheeks heat up more, “I- no- shut up!” Kenny then covered his face.

“I think Kenny like the compliments~!” Stan teased, poking at Kenny’s stomach.

“Wihill yohou!”

“Fine, but one last thing.” It was Kyle’s turn to smirk as he suddenly lifted Kenny’s shirt and blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the center of the blond’s stomach.

“AAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KYLE! Why! Why wohohould yohohou dohoho thahahahat?!”

“Cause I felt like it,” Kyle said with a smile, lowering Kenny’s shirt, “how ya’ feeling, Kenny?”

“Ehehehe… be-better,” he said with a smile, “Thanks you guys.”

“Woah Kenny… are you saying you…” Stan smirked, “like being tickled?”

Kenny’s eyes widened, “What? No I don’t! That’s gay!”

“Really? Cause you didn’t tell us to stop.”

“Shut up Kyle!” Kenny’s face was back to being red, “I don’t like it!”

“Sure, Ken,” Stan said with a smile and a poke to Kenny’s side, his smile widening when Kenny squeaked and covered his side, “now, wanna play Mario Party again?”

Kenny’s smile went wider. Kyle nodded his head, “Yeah, and this time, I’m gonna win, Stan!”

“In your dreams, Kyle!”

The three boys giggled as Stan got the game back on.

There were some days that Kenny wondered if his friends truly liked him. If they actually wanted him around, or if they thought of him as a leech who just stuck onto them. However, today, he knows that his best friends love him as much as he does them.

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gigglingsoftly · 4 months

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AAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! I think it’s nice that after Cartman won they stopped and this made me feel bad he doesn’t have any siblings 🥺 Also ler!Shelley is very underrated!

hi guys!! happy holidays and merry christmas! ❤️💚 i hope everyone is doing well and having a good winter break if you're on break :) i've been super busy lately and haven't had much time for writing, but i did come up with a little south park holiday drabble! hope you guys enjoy! 💗💗

Holiday Party

Lee Stan, Kenny, and Kyle / Ler Shelly, Kevin, Karen, and Ike

Word Count: 1,734

It's a holiday party with the boys happily playing Mario Kart on the couch as they wait for the rest of the party's activities to commence. When Stan starts to win too many times for everyone's liking, Shelly shows the rest of the boys a trick on how to make him lose.

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It was mid-December in the town of South Park, Colorado which meant that it was the best time of the year for kids: winter break. School had just gotten out a few days ago with Christmas and New Years being right around the corner. To celebrate the holiday season, some of the parents decided to get together and organize a party.

Stan, Kyle, Ike, Kenny, and Cartman were currently settled in on the sofa by the television playing Mario Kart, their eyes glued to the screen. Butters sat on the floor in front of them, watching the game while snacking on a snowflake-shaped cookie. Their parents ate and chatted with each other in the other room as the rest of the kids ran around throughout the house.

Jimbo Kern was standing by the couch with a drink in his hand watching the screen, trying to pretend like he knew what was happening. “Oh! That was a close one! Nice job avoiding that fall, Stanley!” He cheered on his nephew.

“That wasn’t me, that was Kyle,” Stan answered back.

“Oh. Well uh, who’s winning?”

“I am.”

Kyle smirked as his character drove into a question mark block and picked up an item. “Yeah, for now! Just you wait, Stan!”

“Pfft, yeah right, dude. You’re in like what, fifth place?” Stan scoffed.

Jimbo watched as one character threw a red turtle shell at another. “Oh! Look out, Stanley! He got you!”

“No, he got Kenny. I’m the red guy on the top left.”

“Oh.”

The game ended soon after with Stan taking first place. He smiled victoriously as the screen showed slow-mo footage of his character crossing the finish line, everyone else around him groaning. This was the third race he won in a row!

“Spider-Man!” The toddler sitting beside him and Kyle spoke up and pointed at the screen.

“Close, Ike, that’s Mario. Spider-Man’s not in this game,” Kyle explained.

Jimbo raised his drink in celebration. “Woo! Good job, Stanley! That’s my little nephew! Okay, you boys have fun. Imma head back over to Ned and your parents.”

“See ya, Uncle Jimbo,” Stan and the other boys waved him off as they started another game. With Stan winning once again.

“Goddamnit, again!? Stop fucking cheating, Stan!” Cartman huffed as he threw his controller down on the sofa.

“What? I’m not cheating!”

“Yes you are! I watched you go off the map!”

Stan cocked his head at the accusation, having no idea what Cartman was talking about. “What? When?”

“You went off the path and on top of those floating platform things.”

Oh, that. “That’s a shortcut, dumbass.”

“Well, then why wouldn’t it let me go that way?”

Stan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Because you have smart steering on.”

“Wow, Cartman. You have smart steering on but still drive like a dumbass,” Kyle chimed in.

Cartman scowled as everyone around him laughed. “Ey! That’s not funny!”

“It’s kinda funny,” Kenny muffled out from beneath his hoodie.

“Shut up, Kenny!”

“Hey fellas, can I get a turn now?” A voice suddenly spoke up from the floor.

Cartman turned and looked down at the source. “Oh, Butters, I forgot you were even there.”

“Uh, maybe next game, Butters,” Kyle replied.

“But you guys said that last time.”

Before any of them could respond the boys looked up to see Shelly, Kevin, and Karen heading towards them, a small wad of papers in the youngest one’s hand. She walked up to each of the boys and handed all of them a different paper.

“What is this?” Stan asked as he looked down to see a scribbled crayon drawing of a Christmas tree.

“Karen made drawings for all of you,” Kevin explained.

“Oh. Thanks, Karen.”

“Yeah, thank you, Karen.” Stan and Kyle both looked theirs over for a second before setting it down next to them.

Butters beamed as he excitedly studied the drawing of a penguin he was given. “Wowie! Aw, thank you, Karen! That sure is nice of you! This is so pretty.” Karen gave a shy, appreciative smile at his words and shuffled over to her brother.

“Aw, thanks, Kare,” Kenny said as she handed him the last paper. It was a drawing of five stick figures resembling their family. He reached down to lovingly ruffle her hair earning a giggle out of her. Her hair was put in a small braid, something Shelly had “reluctantly” helped her with after Kevin said that he wasn’t so good at braids.

Cartman watched as Kenny gently lifted the little girl up and placed her on his lap, zipping down a bit of his hoodie to plant a kiss on her cheek. Cartman tried but failed to ignore the sting of jealousy he suddenly felt. He wished he had siblings. To have that close of a connection to someone other than his mom. He glanced down at the drawing of a snowman he got from Karen before quickly glancing back up to the television screen and queuing up another game. “Whatever. Thanks for the shitty drawing I guess. OW! Hey!”

“Be nice to my sister, asshole!” Kenny barked and roughly nudged him in the side.

“Jesus Christ, fine! And don’t call me asshole, asshole,” Cartman mumbled angrily.

Shelly watched the boys suddenly shift into concentration mode as the race began. “What are you turds even doing?”

“What does it look like? Playing Mario Kart,” Stan answered rudely.

“Yeah! By the way, your brother is a goddamn cheater!” Cartman complained.

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“What! Stan, you cheating, little turd! Play fairly or else I’m telling mom!” Shelly yelled, Stan cringing as her braces whistled.

“I am playing fair! Cartman’s just mad that I keep winning.”

Shelly said nothing in response and just watched them play. Until she got an idea. Watching Stan zip around the track miles ahead of everyone else reminded her of when they would play Mario Kart together. Her brother was so annoyingly good at that game. Sometimes she would have to resort to desperate measures in order to win. “How many times have you won?” She asked.

Stan thought back, “uh, I don’t know. Like three, maybe four times? Why?”

That sounded like way too many times. Looks like she should step in to make things a bit more fair. “You wanna see something funny?” Shelly whispered to Kevin.

Kevin smiled back at her. “Always.”

“Alright, I’ll let you turds in on a trick I know to winning against Stan,” she announced, walking over to her brother’s side of the couch. Kevin watched curiously.

“Huh?” Stan didn’t like the sound of that.

“Whenever he’s in the lead, you just gotta do this!” With a smirk Shelly dove her hands down onto Stan’s sides, tickling him mercilessly.

Stan immediately started shrieking with laughter. “Wh- Shehelly!? Hahaha stohop!” He cried out as he squirmed side to side. His friends were too focused on the game to look over, but they had heard that frantic laughter enough to know what was going on.

“Especially right here,” Shelly teased, poking her way into his armpits making him yelp. She loved how it just took a few wiggles of her fingers to take him down.

Stan’s laughter went up an octave as a snort or two escaped his mouth. He jolted away from Shelly, trying to be careful with his movements despite his squirming. Ike was still sitting next to him and he didn’t want to crush him. “Gohohod! Knohock ihit ohoff!”

Kevin smiled as he watched, getting an idea as well. He made his way over to the other side of the couch where his brother and sister were sitting. “Hey! I think that trick might work on Kenny too!”

The blonde's eyes went wide at his words. “What?! But I’m not even wihihinning!” Kenny tried to protest but was cut off with his own stream of giggles as he felt fingers roughly scribble into his ribs and sides. His laughter only amplified even more when tiny fingers were added into the mix, scratching at his stomach. “Kaharen!? Nohot yohou too!” Traitor!

With two people out off he way, Kyle finally had a clear shot for victory. But there was still one possible problem. He could feel his brother staring at him and he didn’t like it. “Ike, don’t you dare even think about it, I’m so close to finally winning,” he warned. Kyle knew how easily influenced his brother could be. “Ike. Ike, don’t!” He yelled out, seeing something move from the corner of his eye. But it was too late. The curious toddler had already begun to pinch and squeeze at his older brother, trying to mimic Shelly and Kevin’s actions.

Cartman grinned as he heard Kyle burst out into laughter next to him. All three were out now, this was perfect! He used the distraction of their siblings to overpass them and take the lead, finishing the race in first soon after.

“Haha! Losers! You guys suck ass!” He gloated as his character crossed the finish line. Shelly, Kevin, and Karen stopped, seeing that their work was complete.

“See? Works every time," Shelly bragged.

Butters smiled from his spot on the floor, having watched the entire thing happen. “Hehe, now I know what to do if you guys never let me get a turn to play.”

“Shut up, Butters,” Stan demanded with red cheeks.

“Kids! It’s time for the secret gift exchange!” Sharon suddenly yelled from the other room. That instantly got all the kids got off the couch.

Kenny waited behind for a second with his sister, bending down so he was at her level. “Hey! I’m totally getting you back for that later, Kare! You hear me!” He warned with a whisper. He gave her side a few pokes making her giggle and squirm away from him. He would get Kevin back too, but Kenny knew that wouldn’t end well. Karen was a much easier target.

“Hey fellas, can I get a turn on the game when we’re done?” Butters asked as he followed the group into the kitchen.

Kyle shrugged. “Uh, sure.”

“Yeah, Butters, whatever,” Stan answered, not thinking too much of it. He was way more excited about the gift exchange to care right now.

“Oh, boy!” The blonde boy cheered. The rest of the party was filled with fun and laughter as everyone got together to celebrate the holidays.

#south park tickles #reblog

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