last summer's commission for @dirtpie39
of course, the queen of SCDLT remains mia, but thanks a lot for giving me a try, too .ᐟ
Summary: Frustrated by Kyle's stubborn jealousy, Joe feels the need to let off some steam. But luckily, she chooses the most effective methods to do so, eventually making Kyle admit he was wrong.
Word Count: 1300
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"Can I punch you? Just one time?"
Joe could swear she hadn’t planned to say it out loud, but Kyle’s stupid look, full of hope that she would break up with her nonexistent passion, was the last straw in the cup of her patience.
Not only had Samshin thoroughly frayed her nerves, but now she also had to calm down a betrayal-shaking Kyle.
Joe clenched her fists, staring at Kyle, who sat behind his massive oak desk with an expression as if she had just declared war on his entire bloodline. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips tightly pressed, but his body posture was humbly open, inviting Joe to do whatever she pleased, even as his whole demeanor screamed "I knew you didn’t love me".
"Damn, you’re just impossible!" Joe hissed, feeling the boiling in her chest, and with the grace of a cat, she leaped over the table, landing on Kyle’s lap. The blond didn’t even have time to lean back in his chair before her hands gripped his shoulders, and with a loud thud, they crashed to the floor, leaving Kyle, despite all his knightly bearing, helplessly pinned beneath the girl.
His slightly curly golden hair was tousled, his face frozen in utter shock, and Joe was no less stunned, not understanding what had come over her. In any normal situation, she would’ve slapped herself for such antics, but now, even when she should’ve backed off and apologized profusely, Joe didn’t feel like doing it. Energy overflowed from how desperately she wanted to prove Kyle wrong about her thoughts of someone else. Damn it, she’d been thinking about him long before he knew of her existence!
Joe was pulled out of her thoughts about justifying her behavior by Kyle’s flustered attempt to say something. The girl could physically feel the frantic rhythm of the heartbeat of the man beneath her — the owner of beautiful but utterly bewildered blue eyes. And as soon as Kyle opened his mouth, Joe immediately seized his sides, starting to rattle them like piano keys.
"AH!" A mix of fright and trembling was reflected in Kyle's exclamation, quickly replaced by nervous laughter. That’s when Joe realized she’d found the right leverage...
"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Kyle?" as if nothing had happened she continued in her still-angry tone, rapidly kneading his squirming sides. "See what consequences this leads to?"
Terrible ones! Kyle threw his head back, laughing like he’d never laughed in his life. And the thing was, he had never been tickled before. The sensation was overwhelming and unfamiliar, and Joe’s attacks in this situation were merciless. Little did he know that she was going easy on him yet...
"Ah, wait! Stop, don’t do that! It’s... ahahaha! Joe, listen!"
"What? Why should I listen to you when you refuse to hear me?" The girl’s hint was perfectly clear.
"I’m begging you! Hahahaha! I— Ah! It’s too much! I’ll do anything, just stop!"
"Oh, really? Then maybe you’ll finally admit that I don’t need anyone but you?! So I can hear it loud and clear." Her fingers began sliding downward authoritatively, dancing along the lower part of his ribs, sometimes brushing against the back and making Kyle arch like a bow.
"W-what?! Ahah! HAHahah! D-damn it! Joe!.."
Kyle was going insane, not knowing where to escape. Not only was he redder than a tomato from the tickling, but now he was also under moral pressure from Joe’s insanely embarrassing demand. How could he admit such a thing? How could he be sure of it without knowing what was going on in her pretty little head?
"You heard right. I want you to say that I don't have another woman." Joe stubbornly insisted, wanting to clearly see the fruits of her labor on Kyle’s character. If she was in this world for this purpose, she’d achieve it by any means necessary! Not that she disliked this method... After all, she loved a little bit of risky mischief.
"But I saw it myself! Joe, this is going nowhere! Please, make it stop, hahahaha!"
Joe’s blood boiled even hotter at such stubbornness. There was no longer any desire to reason with this child in an aristocrat’s body, only to force the truth out of him! Her hands slid lower, straight to his trembling hips, and immediately began digging in, eliciting an unprecedented wail from her victim.
"NO! Not there! Ahahahaha!!!" It seemed like the walls and ceiling were shaking in time with Kyle’s convulsions, and Joe herself occasionally glanced at the entrance door to make sure no one decided to drop by. "Fine! I give up! You don’t have anyone else, just stop!"
"That doesn’t sound very sincere," she leaned down, her breath tickling his neck. The portion of blush on Kyle’s cheeks — a man used to control and distance — instantly doubled, if not tripled. Not letting up on his hips, Joe continued tormenting the weakest spots. The blond desperately tried to grab her wrists, but it was futile. In her determined state, Joe was far too agile.
"Hahahaha! Ah! Why are you doing this to me?!" came a drawn-out, dramatic moan as the girl intensified the tickling on his unexpectedly sensitive hips, which were thrashing wildly in attempts to escape or shake off the tormentor. A smirk played on Joe’s lips. She realized tickling was foreign to Kyle and almost felt sorry for him. But punishing him for slander and proving her point was more tempting than pity.
Of course, Kyle had seen how tickling affected others. But he could never have imagined the overwhelming sensations it could cause, especially from the fingers of someone he... truly, genuinely cared about.
Maybe Joe really did care about him too, if her touches could make him feel like this? Or was it just the torture clouding his mind? Between attempts not to lose his mind from the ticklish assaults, thoughts raced through Kyle’s head about everything Joe did just to make him smile. Even if her methods were slightly violent.
"Ah... I get it!... I get it..." Kyle’s voice cracked as he began to realize his anxiety might have been an overreaction. "You... don’t have another woman."
But then Joe decided to push her luck a little and ask for more — just to be absolutely sure of his thoughts.
"And?"
"And you don’t need anyone..." Kyle hesitated, this time trying to fully convince himself, "...except me."
Joe finally relaxed and smiled softly.
Her hand mercifully retreated from his weak spots, brushing away droplets of sweat from the heavily breathing man’s forehead.
"And I want you to always remember that."
And Kyle really did remember. He’d always known it. Always seen it in her thoughts. But why was it so treacherously easy to lose confidence with this girl? Now, shame washed over Kyle, and Joe saw it in his downcast eyes.
"You want to control everything so badly, but believe me — you don’t need to. I made my choice a long, long time ago." She gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and, with a light smile, kissed his brow, leaving Kyle speechless.
The blond let out a defeated exhale, merging with his already heavy breathing. For a moment, his face brightened with a relieved smile, and his eyes sparkled.
"Joe, you..."
The girl listened attentively.
"...are just a monster. How could you so cruelly..."
Tickle you? Joe almost teased him but realized her beloved character had suffered enough. The sentence ended with a full stop in the form of Kyle's puffed-up cheek, turning away in embarrassment, but not risking moving Joe off of him.
Well... After such harsh methods of persuasion, she would have to spend an impressively long time buttering up this tender soul.
a/n: AHHHH FIRST TICKLETOBER FICCCC I couldn't wait to post this LMAOO I'm so excited to write for lee!kyle omg he's just so cute-! but I hope you enjoy the fic/drabble <3
Word Count: 960
Lee: Kyle
Ler:Stan
Cw: sfw tickles, slight swearing
Summary: Kyle gets scared at the horror movie due to the anticipation, claiming that knowing what's gonna happen makes it worse. Stan shows him that not all forms of anticipation have to be bad!
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“Oh my god dude I don’t think I can do this.” Kyle said, bringing the blanket over his eyes.
“Kyle, nothing’s even happened yet.”
“I don’t care!” The ginger cried, peeking his head out, “I know what’s gonna happen!”
He and Stan decided to have a Super Best Friend Horror Movie Marathon in perpetuation of Halloween. Normally, they would invite their other friends, but they wanted it to be just them.
They were on their first movie of the night, Psycho. It was Stan’s favourite horror movie, and he wanted to share it with his friend, not knowing Kyle would get so scared. The scene played out on the television screen; the girl in the shower, her killer’s silhouette behind the curtains.
Kyle let out a scared yelp and went back under the blanket, holding Stan’s arm with an iron grip.
“Dude how are you so scared?” Stan asked, kind of amused with his friend's behaviour. He felt sorry for Kyle, he didn’t think this movie would scare him so bad.
Kyle brought his head back up to glare at Stan before his eyes fixated on the screen again. He watched as the killer stood there for a few seconds before slowly lifting the knife in the air. He griped onto Stan’s arm tighter. “Kyle, you’re gonna cut off my blood circulation.”
“Why the fuck is she just holding it?! Why?! Just fucking do it already!” Kyle shook his head as he shouted.
“Kyle calm down-" As soon as Stan said that, the killer struck, opening the curtains.
That’s all Kyle saw before going back under the covers, releasing his hold on Stan’s arm to cover his ear as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Now is when Stan felt absolutely horrible, so he paused the movie. This wasn’t Kyle’s first horror movie, they’ve seen way scarier ones before. He couldn’t tell what was scaring his friend so much.
“Kyle, I paused the movie. You can come out now.” The brunette said, still slightly amused even though most of him was worried.
“No fucking way dude. I’m staying here.”
“What’s so scary anyways?” Stan asked with genuine curiosity.
Kyle blushed under the covers. “I don’t know… I guess just knowing what’s gonna happen is scary.”
Finally, Stan understood why his friend was so rattled. “Ohhh it’s the anticipation.” Stan smiled sympathetically as he placed an arm over his friend's back, “dude you’re fine! It’s just a movie, no killer is gonna show up outside your shower curtain and kill you like that. Plus, the anticipation isn’t even that bad! If you know what’s gonna happen, then why are you so scared?”
The question didn’t mean to indirectly call his friend a pussy, but that’s what it felt like to Kyle. He blushed more as he felt like he was overreacting. “Shut up dude.”
After realizing what he said, Stan’s eyes widened. “Kyle, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” When he got no response, Stan came up with an idea. “How about this, I’ll show you that not all forms of anticipation can be scary!”
Kyle shifted from under the covers, eying his friend's silhouette from under the thin blanket, “I don’t know…”
“You’ll love it! Trust me!” Stan was now smiling as he raised his hands and turned them into claws. He began wiggling his fingers as he asked, “can you see my hands through the blanket?” The squeak he got from his friend was all he needed to answer that question.
“S-Stan… dohon’t you fucking dahare.”
“What’s up Kyle? Why are you so freaked out? I’m not touching you yet.”
Kyle covered his face under the covers and groaned, peeking between his fingers to see Stan’s hands now hovering just inches above his abdomen. He gave a flustered yell and covered his stomach with his arms.
Stan gave a chuckle at his friend’s reaction. “Dude! The trick won't work if you cover your stomach!” a kinda evil idea popped into the black haired boy’s head. “Here, I’ll do this instead,” he said as he threw the blanket off of Kyle. Before Kyle could say anything, Stan grabbed his hands. He then sat on Kyle’s hips while he pinned his arms under his knees. “Perfect, now you’ll get the full effect.”
Kyle’s eyes practically popped out of his eyes at how wide they went. “STAN! Wahait- this is wohohorse! L-lehet me go!”
Stan did not, in fact, let him go. Instead, he just giggled along with Kyle before he began wiggling his fingers above Kyle’s stomach again. “You’re so ticklish holy shit! Can you actually feel it?”
“Yehe- No! No I cahan’t! Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Kyle tried to push his head back so his hat could help cover his rapidly growing blush. However, that just gave Stan another idea.
“Oh you wanna cover your face, Kyle? Here, lemme help you with that!” He then reached up and tugged his friend’s hat over his eyes. The ginger curls now visible.
Oh no. Kyle didn’t think this through. Now he couldn’t see what Stan was doing! Oh god, this was so much worse.
“Stahahan! Oho my god, plehehease!”
“Plehease what?
“If yohou’re gohohonna doho something then juhust do it!”
“Okay! Okay!” Stan giggled and rested his hands on Kyle’s stomach. They weren’t moving, but Kyle still shrieked at the feeling.
“STAHahahahan!”
“Are you still scared of anticipation?”
Kyle gave another whine and shook his head “no”. Satisfied with that answer, Stan started digging his fingers into Kyle’s stomach, the ginger throwing his head back in a giggle-filled scream.
Stan was an asshole, sure. But, technically speaking, he helped Kyle get over his fear. And besides, Kyle would rather do this than watch the horrid movie. So he called this one a win.
A/N: First comm out of the new batch! I can only thank @dirtpie39 for sponsoring my second story for these two cuties!
Also, once again, can't post this without thanking @/ticklygiggles for beta reading this for me. Thanks, darling ~
Summary: As Joe isn't exactly sober, Kyle decides to take her to get some rest, but ends up taking part in some sort of vivid dream.
Word count: 2959 words
Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption
[Also on Ao3]
Kyle froze in place, the world around him going silent when his eyes met Joe’s. This was definitely not going like he planned - something this simple shouldn’t be stretching out for this long.
He placed his hands by the sides of her body, supporting his own weight while she oh-so-casually wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked at him with a sweetened, soft gaze, almost as if she was in a trance. Kyle knew, however, that she wasn’t in one. She was drunk.
“W-wait!” The prince cried out, gritting his teeth as he resisted the pull, not allowing himself to be handled by the woman, “What are you doing?- Agh, hey!” Kyle gasped, feeling Joe’s fingers pressing into the back of his shoulders, dragging him down.
While Kyle struggled and fought back as much as he could, Joe seemed amused by the whole scene. The prince could feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temper, the heat gathering around his collar and the blush rushing across his face. The air itself felt warm, almost hot enough to suffocate, but also comforting enough to make him consider–
No! This wasn’t it!
“You’ve never come inside my hut before… Am I dreaming?” Joe mumbled softly, her voice gentle and peaceful, calm. A faint blush spreaded over her cheeks as well, and even if they were lost, her eyes seemed to glisten in the dimly lit bedroom.
Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Joe smiled at his reaction, giggling quietly.
“Joe,” he sighed, “I know you don’t remember, but last time- mmph!”
And just when he lowered his guard, thinking her clinginess was coming to a halt, Joe moved her hands. She held him by his face, gently but firmly, and pulled Kyle towards herself.
Before the prince could say anything, their lips met, stopping his words and thoughts in their tracks. He could still taste the alcohol lingering in her mouth and, hadn’t he been so shocked, Kyle felt like that kiss would have made him crumble right there and then.
After a couple seconds, they lips parted. Kyle’s face, still held between Joe’s hands, was even redder than before. She squeezed his cheeks slightly, smiling at his flustered expression.
“It’s okay because this is a dream, right?” She giggled, smiling fondly while her thumbs caressed his face.
‘What was she thinking?’, Kyle yelled inside his head, trying to stick to his better judgement and keep in mind that she was drunk, not thinking straight. This had to come to an end, Kyle told himself.
The prince slowly reached for Joe’s hand at his face, closing his fingers around her palm to dislodge it from his face. Or so he wanted to, but found himself hesitating to break the touch between them.
Even if she was drunk, her smile made his chest ache, as if the space around his heart suddenly became tighter than ever.
“Kyle..~” Joe called, tilting her head in her pillow while moving her free hand down to his shoulder and then to his chest, “hehe, are you nervous? Your face is so red right now ~”
He pressed his eyes shut, refusing to take another look into that sweet expression, even if it was just for a single more second. “Kyle always looks so cute, but in my dreams you’re extra handsome right now…”
“You’re not- h-hey, get yourself together, now,” he groaned, feeling a shiver creeping up his spine when her fingers roamed next to his ribs, pressing into the soft spots between each bone. “I s-shouldn’t be here in fihi- h-hey!”
[“He looks so serious, I want him to smile more…”]
Kyle widened his eyes as those words made it from Joe’s head to inside his own. She wasn’t just getting handsy, it was something worse, way worse!
“J-Joe, nohow it’s not- agh, gehehet off! Thihis isn’t t-the time for fooling aharound!”
No matter how much he tried to scold her, the only answer he would get from her was a lazy chuckle, poised with the alcohol from earlier. Kyle would push one hand away from the side of his chest, just to have the other one poking at his side.
Besides that, keeping his balance with just one arm while being tickled was proving to be a more difficult task than he first expected. Kyle felt his muscles tremble, threatening to falter and fail their owner - and he couldn’t have that, not while Joe was right beneath him!
“Heh, aren’t you just so cute? Kyle is so ticklish… ~” Joe giggled, amused by their play-fight. “Kyle’s flustered smile is much better than a flustered frown… he should always be like this when he visits me in my dreams, heheh…”
“S-stohop the nohohonsense!” Kyle groaned, arching his back in a vain attempt of moving his stomach away from Joe’s hands. He tried to move and cover his ribs and sides, but her hands would always find their way back to his body, making those restrained, helpless giggles escape his lips.
“But it’s my dream! And I want to tickle Kyle in my dream…”
Such a nuisance!
He gritted his teeth, his eyes pressing shut and even his nose scrunching up a little as he tried to resist the urge to dissolve into a laughing mess on top of her. If that would make Joe behave, should he just let her have it? At least this would mean that there was no risk of her wandering around or running into some kind of problem, after all.
Against the better judgement, he lowered the hand that he was using to protect his body from the assault, placing it back by the side of Joe’s body. “D-dohohon’t be soho harsh, at leheheast!”
Joe gasped, happy and surprised. What an amazing dream, she thought (and made Kyle’s cringe with it). “Kyle will let me tickle him? This is the best- eheh, best dream ever!”
“I-I’m nehehever lehehetting you drihink again, you- ahAHAh, I- I tohohold you to behe gehentle!”
Those words, however, made it to one of her ears and then came out of the other, with not a single one of them sticking up to her intoxicated brain. Kyle scrunched up his shoulders and pressed his chin down towards his chest, hoping to build at least one effective barrier against Joe’s fingers.
She tickled his neck, managing to push up her fingers past the tight spaces and tease the sensitive skin. She tickled him at his armpits, prodding and vibrating right into that sensitive nerve in the middle of his underarms, hitting that soft spot over and over in a maddening way that made Kyle want to crumble.
Her hands continued to roam, and much to Kyle’s demise, to tickle the prince as much as they could. His ribs, sides, stomach, and even down to his waist.
On the contrary of what Kyle hoped for, Joe didn’t seem to be getting tired or satisfied - at least, not at any time soon. The more she tickled, the more encouraged she seemed to get by his laughter and strangled pleas.
With a smile plastered on her face, Joe looked up to her fairytale prince. “You look so cute right now, heheh… chirping for me just like a little canary! ~”
Those words made Kyle feel like his stomach was turning upside down. If only he wasn’t so busy laughing, he would probably retort or snap back at that. Properly, at least. “S-shuhut it! AHAhaha, I-I’m nohot a bihihird!”
“Of course you’re not - birds are not this handsome or… heh, sexy…” Joe added, grinning as she cupped Kyle’s cheek with one hand while the tickled back at his armpit, making him twist in a funny way that made her chuckle along. “I also don’t have dreams about birds, just about you ~”
Kyle clenched his hands, clasping so tightly at the bedsheets that his knuckles were turning white while his palms trembled a little.
As if the tickling alone wasn’t enough to make him crave an exit from this awful situation, the teasing was making ten- no, a dozen times worse. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling shy or secondhand embarrassment, truth to be told.
That sweet talk was too sweet. Nauseating, even. He felt like he was being exposed to the depths of Joe’s feelings with no filter or social cues to hold her tongue - or fingers, for this matter - back.
And on top of that, the fact that Joe, of all people, was the one saying these obscene absurdities to him… Probably being thrown a tomato in public would feel less humiliating than this. He should stop her, Kyle knew it, but a part of him wanted to pry more into these feelings, to let it happen and see just how much Joe would be willing to share.
Still, there had to be some other way to do this than being tickled to his dismay. “J-Joe! Yohohou ahAHahre- ahAH, s-stohop sahahaying nohOHohonsense, you dah- AHaha, w-wahahait!”
“It’s not nonsense, your highness,” she cooed, cupping both sides of his ribcage and slowly wiggling her fingers up into the tight spaces under his arms, her thumb teasing his chest while she did so. “I wish I could stay in this dream forever, just to see you laughing like this, my dear Kyl- ah.”
Enough- that was enough of that humiliating talk. Kyle gasped, his hands that were on the mattress suddenly lifted from the bedsheets, his fingers closing around Joe’s wrists and pulling her hands away from his body once for all. In a blink of an eye, the control over the situation was stripped from her hands.
“I tohold you- hahh, to stop these absurdities, Gingja Ging!” Kyle scolded, his flushed face and disheveled hair contrasting his anger features. He still felt the heat around his collar, the burning in his lungs and the tingles on his skin, but above all that, Kyle still felt the embarrassment from the way Joe talked so casually about him. Yes, she was drunk, but there was only so much he could take. “You s-shouldn’t have pushed your luck.”
“Eh?” Joe giggled, clueless. In her intoxicated mind, this was all but reality, after all. Was the Kyle in her dream going to act scary now? This wasn’t really the Kyle she always thought about, but the idea of a ‘bad boy’ of sorts was… curious.
Still, these would’ve been better kept inside her mind only. “Stop having these foolish thoughts!” Kyle hissed, “you-”
“Kyle looks so handsome when he is angry, heh,” she smiled at his rage, tilting her head.
The prince opened his mouth to talk back, but no words came out. His lips, then, pressed back into a thin line, refraining from letting anything unneeded escape him at that moment. There was no reason, not at that moment at least. “Let me do it your way, then.”
With few things making sense inside her brain at that moment, Joe calmly watched as Kyle gathered her wrists under just one of his hands, pinning her arms right above her head. Her eyes shifted from where their hands were back to Kyle’s annoyed smile, trying to figure him out. Was he going to do something nast-
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“W-whAHahat- ahahah, K-Kyle, thihihis tihihickles!” Joe laughed, her back arching off the mattress while the prince began to wiggle his fingers against her side and then at her ribs. His touch was rougher than usual, but as ticklish as ever.
In silence, Kyle shook his head, feigning disapproval as he continued to tickle. “Don’t start complaining now, you brought upon yourself,” he scolded, his eyes narrowing into a cold, sharp gaze as he clawed at her stomach, pinching and squeezing whatever soft spot he could get a hold onto.
Joe shook and pressed her head back into the pillow while free, careless laughter poured from her lips. “NohOHOH, ahhahah, t-thihihs is my dreheheam! I waHAhahanted to tihickle you moHOHore!”
“You- ugh, just stop talking at once!”
“K-Kyle, noHOHOH! AHAHA!! ~” She squealed, her feet kicking the sheets behind them as the tickling seemed to step up a notch all of the sudden. Why was the man of her dreams so angry at her? Wasn’t he just a cute, giggling canary in her hands moments ago?
She was as loud as she could possibly be, loud enough to make Kyle worry if there wasn’t going to be any inconvenient passerby to get the wrong idea about what was happening inside that bedroom, but, still, Joe deserved this punishment. “Spare your voice, I don’t want to hear whatever you may have to say!”
Despite the cold nature of his words, this was as far as he could possibly get while acting angry at her. The more Kyle looked at Joe now, the less sense this whole scene seemed to have. Maybe even under the effect of alcohol, Joe still had a better understanding of the situation than him.
“You should think about what you did,” he added later, his tone less fierce than before. He moved his fingers and focused his tickling under her arm, gently clawing at the middle of her armpit before moving further down to tickle her ribs.
Just like Kyle’s anger, Joe’s laughter was slowly dying down as well. Maybe because the tickling wasn’t as harsh as when it started or maybe because she was growing used to the feeling, but her laughter began to sound more lighthearted, tranquil even.
She dragged her heels over the bed in a playful squirming and lightly arched her back, barely going anywhere as she was still trapped inside Kyle’s grip. Her cheeks were as red as they could be, but something about Joe’s smile made it look even more genuine than when she was teasing the prince.
And when Kyle realized these were none other than his own thoughts, his hands froze in their tracks, with his fingers pressed - but staying completely still - against her side. For some reason, despite Joe being the one that was tickled for the past minutes, Kyle found himself out of air at that moment.
His heart was beating fast and his chest felt like it was clenching around his heart when he looked down at her. Was this..?
The prince shook his head, trying to recover his better judgement of the situation. He sighed, getting off of Joe’s lap and running a hand through his hair, giving her a stern look with the corner of his eyes. “Looks like you had enough, after all.”
She didn’t answer, only giggling to herself while staring blankly at the ceiling of the room. Joe looked like she was in a daze, lost in thoughts kept to only to herself this time. Maybe it was better like this, Kyle thought, sliding to the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to get a physician, so… please, behave,” he muttered, hoping to not wake Joe from whatever dream she had going on inside her head.
However, just as he was about to stand back on his feet, her hand closed around the back of his clothes. With her tight grip closed shut, Joe pulled the prince back into the bed, quickly wrapping her arms around his body.
“Don’t go,” she hummed, quickly securing the upper hand and straddling his lap instead this time. Joe looked down at him, her smile just as wide as when she was getting tickled just now. Kyle felt his heart skip a beat, swallowing whatever words he had to say back to her when he looked at her face.
“This is my favorite dream ever,” Joe giggled, leaning forward to hug the prince and rest her head on top of his chest, “Kyle appeared in my dream… we kissed… I could tickle him… and he tickled me back, hehe…”
Kyle clenched his hand, feeling something funny stirring up inside his stomach. Her words reached him, one after the other. Part of him wondered what it would be like later on - was she going to remember this moment and cherish it like a precious memory? Or was it going to become a blurry memory, a feverish dream at best?
The other part of him, however, couldn’t focus on anything else but the present, but the woman he had just before his arms and the way she made his heart beat faster and faster, out of rhythm and control.
He sighed, his hand hesitating before wrapping itself around her body as well, turning that awkward position into a comforting hug. “So… am I always like this in your dreams?”
“Not always,” she hummed, nuzzling her cheek into his chest, filling her nostrils with his scent, “sometimes you act shy and then you get angry, but you always have that cute face and a handsome body… sometimes, heheh, I have really fun dreams…”
“F-fun?”
“Yeah… we are all by ourselves and… you and I… heheh…”
“‘You and I’..?” Kyle repeated, feeling his throat drying up at the sound of those words. Could she mean that they..?
…
“Ahm, Joe?” He called, waiting a couple seconds in the dead silence of the room before calling her out again. Still, no response. “Joe..? You, you didn’t fall asleep, right? Hey, Joe!” He called, louder this time, as he shook her body by her shoulder.
“You can’t be serious!! Gingja Ging! Wake up!! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me again,” Kyle shouted, now on his knees as he stood by her side, trying to get Joe out of her deep, deep slumber.
“Why do you always fall asleep in the middle of these things? Heey!! Wake up, please,” Kyle cried, hoping that he wouldn’t be left to dream the rest of that story on his own.
El día había empezado como cualquier otro en South Park: una nevada absurda en abril, una discusión sin sentido entre Stan y Kyle, y Kenny muriendo tras resbalarse con una barra de granola congelada. Hasta ahí, todo normal.
"I'm telling you, Jews can't jump!" Cartman said.
-"What the hell does that have to do with volleyball, idiot?!" Kyle said angrily. The fact that Cartman won't let go of his Jewish origins had already tired him out years ago.
Stan covered his face with both hands. "Oh my God, here we go again..."
Butters, shivering with a cup of hot chocolate, muttered, "I think Mr. Cartman says some very... intense things sometimes..."
After several minutes of insults and snowballs thrown at him, Kyle threw his backpack to the ground in frustration and yelled, "You're an asshole! You couldn't beat me at anything, not even making me laugh!"
Cartman froze. Literally. A snowball hit him right in the ear. But his mind... oh, his mind was already racing. That last sentence was swirling around in his head like a giant, glittering cloud. Make Kyle laugh? Make him admit that something I did was funny, even if it was a reflex? That would be... glorious.
A malicious smile—one of those that usually leads to legal trouble—spread across his face. “Heh… heh… THAT’S ALL.” He muttered just before running off toward his house like a lunatic.
Stan watched him run. “God… whatever he’s planning, it can’t be good.
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One day later
In his basement, Cartman had proclaimed himself the “Supreme Scientist,” wearing a stolen hospital gown, oversized safety goggles, and standing beneath a banner that read, “Project: Jewish Laughter.” Spread out on the table were tools, feathers, paintbrushes of varying sizes, a tape recorder, and a strapped-down wooden chair, clearly recycled from a failed school project once involving Butters and a carnivorous plant. “Welcome to the Lab of Progress… Kyle.” He gently stroked a feather as if it were a cat, his eyes glittering with madness.
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The next day, he convinced Stan and Kenny to take Kyle to the basement under the guise of an "ecojustice discussion."
"Why the hell would we talk about that at your house?" Stan said, puzzled.
—"BECAUSE YES! It's for a school presentation on how minorities, like red-haired Jews, can help stop climate change... or whatever!"
Kenny muttered something that sounded like "this is going to go wrong" but agreed anyway.
Once Kyle made it down to the dark basement, the lights came on. Suddenly, he was tied to the wooden chair, confused and furious, and he didn't even notice when he'd walked past. Cartman stood in front of him, holding a pen, grinning like a psychopath.
—"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, CARTMAN?!" —said Kyle alarmed, with Cartman this never went well
-"Shhh... calm down, test subject. You're about to take part in a groundbreaking scientific experiment. I'm going to prove that even a bitter troll like you can laugh with the right stimulation!"
— "NO! No way are you going to... HAHAHAHA! YOU BASTARD! THAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Cartman had started with a precise touch to the ribs.
Stan and Kenny were watching from the doorway. Stan was about to say something, but Kenny stopped him. "Wait... if Kyle laughs... it's like the end of the world. I need to see this," he said, his voice muffled.
Kyle writhed furiously in the chair, the leather straps tightened around each limb and his hat half askew from all the struggling. "CARTMAN, LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL BREAK YOUR TEETH IN THIS CHAIR THE SECOND I'M FREE!"
" Cartman adjusted his lab goggles with exaggerated flair. "Tsk tsk, patient 24601... that hostile attitude doesn't help the progress of science. Now, prepare for Phase One: Light Tactile Stimulation." He took out a small, thin quill, like something from a medieval scribe's kit, and gently ran it down the side of Kyle's neck.
Kyle frowned. “Really? A feather? What are you, a 1930s cartoon? This isn’t…” But then Cartman changed direction: He dropped the feather into Kyle’s ribs, sliding it in with surgical precision. “PFFF… HAHAHA! DAMN IT! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!”
Cartman jumped back, jotting down notes in a school notebook covered in Cheesy Poofs stickers. "Interesting! Rib area: 7.8 inches tenderness. Immediate reaction. Hypothesis confirmed: the Jew can laugh."
Stan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, disapproving. "Dude, this is starting to look more like a weird revenge plot than an experiment."
"Shut up, Stan! You can't stop the march of knowledge. Besides, didn't you say yesterday that you wished Kyle would laugh for once?
Stan fell silent. Kenny chuckled. "It's like watching the Discovery Channel, but way more messed up."
" Butters stepped forward, shaking, holding the notebook Cartman had assigned him as an "assistant." "W-do you want me to write that down, Mr. Cartman?"
""Yeah, Butters, check it out, Kyle sounds like an asthmatic goat when he laughs. It could be genetic." Cartman pulled out a second quill. "Two at once?! Who the hell do you think you are, a Batman villain?" Kyle yelled.
"¡I think I'm a hero of human knowledge, Kyle! And you're the perfect test subject!" Cartman declared, lowering both feathers to Kyle's sides and moving them in time, up and down, as if he were playing a human xylophone.
""HAHAHAHA! STOP! YOU FAT PSYCHOPATH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
""Oh, wow! Verbal backlash. But... you're laughing, aren't you, Kyle?" Cartman paused and turned to the others. "See? This is art. This is science and justice, combined in a dance of tickling and hate."
Stan leaned closer, a little uncomfortable. "Cartman... you had your moment. Can we untie him before he starts hyperventilating?"
Kenny watched intently. "(He hasn't even touched his feet yet...)" Cartman's eyes widened in a eureka moment. "Kenny, you're a genius! Activating Phase Three!" Cartman knelt at the foot of the chair and began removing Kyle's boots.
"NO! DON'T DO IT!" You dare, Cartman! I swear to God I'll kill you!
—Heh... that's the reaction I was hoping for. He pulled off his boots with difficulty (and the awful sound of accumulating winter sweat). Kyle turned as red as a tomato.
—Don't do it! CARTMAN! NOT MY FEET! IT'S NOT FUNNY! Cartman was already in, using both feathers and even his tongue like it was a good tasting session. "HAHAHAHAHA! SON OF A... AHHHHH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS IN BLOOD!"
Stan covered his face. Kenny was crying with laughter. Butters had already collapsed in a chair from the stress. Finally, Kyle managed to break one of the restraints. His arm was free.
"Oh, no..." Cartman whispered.
"You're. Dead." Cartman ran for his life. Kenny threw Kyle his boots. Stan was long gone, muttering something about therapy. And while Kyle chased Cartman down the stairs with a pen in his hand, Butters stayed in the lab, still taking notes:
"Final note: Subject one hates tickling. And Subject Cartman is totally screwed. End of experiment."
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@Shameless switch
I finally finished it. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you like it. If there are any weird things in the writing, it's because I'm a Spanish speaker, I'm Mexican, and I got this after I put it into Google Translate. Anyway, I hope you like it. And feel free to make more requests. Maybe later I'll make a list of fandoms I could write for. Thanks.
I’m still dreading this episode,,, buuuuuttt here.
I haven’t drawn anything with tickling in a long time now 🥲 I miss it so much yet feel like I don’t get any time to do this kinda stuff anymore since I’ve been occupied with other things
"Ahahadmit it! My gift was so much behetter!!" Kyle giggled lightly as Stan poked between his ribs
"Pfft! Noho way! I tohotally got the behetter gift!" Stan chuckled when Kyle squeezed his side
What was this about? Who gave the better gift. The two super best friends had their best friend anniversary today.
"Juhust let it uhup! I give better-- AHA!-- KYHYHYHYHYHYLE!!" Stan squealed once Kyle shot his hands up to his underarms
"Gotcha ya lil shit!" Kyle laughed along effectively pinning Stan to the couch as he continued
"THIHIHIS IS SO GAHAHAY--!"
"Pfft-- gay?! You started this!" Kyle laughed before squeezing behind Stan's knees
"NOHOHOHOHO! KYYYYLEEE!-- *snort*"
"Aha! The giggle ball can snort!"
"YOHOHOHOU LITTLE--" Stan cackled before squeezing Kyle's sides
"EEP-! STAHAHAHAN!--" Kyle stopped out of surprise
Stan quickly switched the tables around, pinning Kyle on the couch and scittering his fingers up his sides. "Hehe-- who's the gihiggle ball now?!"
"IHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHARRY!!" Kyle squealed, his legs kicking
"Tohoo late for that, mister!" Stan giggled along. He couldn't help it, this was too much fun!
"Awww, look at the boys, Gerald! They're so happy!" Sheila cooed lovingly
"Yes I see, Sheila--" Gerald commented before Ike spit his food out "Eat yo fucking food--"
"Eh... seems a little gay." Randy commented.
Sharon glared his way before smacking him on the back of the head
"Ow-!" Randy winced, rubbing the back of his head "Sorry..."
Sharon just nodded, her expression softening with a smile
💙End💚
☆Merry Christmas to all! I would've done this as a literal Christmas Special, but Kyle's a Jew and I wanted to give respect, so I made it a best friend anniversary! Merry Christmas and / or Happy Hanukkah!☆
characters : kyle broflovski ( human kite ) & stan marsh ( toolshed )
-- request for anon !!
" So if we beat up our past selves , does that mean we change the future ? "
" Maybe we split off into another timeline . "
lee ! human kite , ler ! toolshed - south park tickle fic :3
WARNING : this fic includes the use of tools !
In the lair of the Coon and Friends residing in Cartman's mom's basement , conversation was rather dead tonight . There weren't any of South Park's typical strange situations ... no fire in Kenny's house , no oil spills , no evil almighty dark lords . The group were superheroes all night , and typically they all did their own thing in the basement until an announcement was brought up . Just in case .
Professor Chaos sat quietly in his cage with Mysterion sat chatting with him . The Coon watched television and ate Cheesy Poofs , Fastpass and Tupperware talked at the table , Mintberry Crunch sat with Captain Diabetes in a far corner of the base . The Human Kite and Toolshed sat in a separate corner of the base as well . Toolshed had told Kite a bit ago that he had been working on some new , upgraded tools .
So that's just what they did . In the corner of the base , Toolshed and Human Kite sat and looked over Toolshed's tools . " I'm still kinda working on this one , but this is a hammer that can do permanent damage to even the strongest villain's bones ! " Toolshed exclaimed , picking up a sledgehammer that had bolts on either side from the bucket of finished and work-in-progress tools he was working on . " I don't know if I'm gonna add anything else yet , but I might add a mini shield or something to protect myself from the enemy . " He explained . He wasn't actually too sure how it would work in general ( in superhero terms ) , but he came up with stuff as he went on . " Cool ! " Kite exclaimed , a big grin on his face . He loved watching Toolshed be passionate about his works , even if it was just a game .
" Wanna see some of the ones I finished ? I've been waiting to show you them and I actually wanted to try a couple out with you , " Toolshed said . The Human Kite's expression became slightly worried , slightly concerned . " Don't worry , they won't actually hurt you -- they're not actually designed to hurt -- they're more meant to stun . " Toolshed explained . Kite loosened up a bit , " Oh , okay . Sure then . " He nodded , and Tool immediately smirked a bit ... that couldn't be good . Maybe he should've turned down the offer ? Too late now , he presumed .
" Let's do this one first , " Toolshed said , pulling up a screwdriver out of the bin . But it wasn't any ordinary screwdriver -- it had a ... feather , taped to the tip . " I don't have names for any of these yet . I'll show you how it works . We can spar , " Toolshed explained , and Kite stood from his spot on the floor . " Alright , sounds good . "
" Okay ... and , go ! " Stan started to somersault in different directions , rolling and jumping from one spot to another . Kite spread his arms , ' flying ' around and ' shooting ' with his laser eyes while making " Pew pew ! Pew ! " sound effects . Kite whooshed behind Stan , a wrong move , to which Stan took as an opportunity to tackle Kite to the floor . " Ah ! - Wait , I was - FLYing ! " The Human Kite immediately yelped .
Kyle had immediately broke character in that moment as the gentle feather of Toolshed's screwdriver fluffed under his chin . " Wait -- Toolshed ! Ahahahahah -- what the heheck ! " The Human Kite giggled and squirmed beneath Toolshed , turning his head away to try and escape the tingly sensation that the feather brought . " Effective , right ? " Shed asked . " T-Tohohoolshed stohop ! That tihickles ! " Kite whined with loud giggles as Toolshed skittered the feather over his chin , neck and ears .
From his belt , Toolshed grabbed out another screwdriver . This one was a normal screwdriver . It was one of those ones with the thin , straight tip rather than a pointed tip . Kite got the chance to catch his breath as the feather-tipped screwdriver was placed down , immediately breaking into laughter again as he felt gentle but quick pokes being peppered around his abdomen .
" FUHUhuck ! Tohohoolshed ! Gehet off ! " Kite made a desperate attempt to cover his stomach , but with Toolshed prodding in different areas , it made it hard to cover himself immediately . " Ihihit tihickles ! " Human Kite whined a second time. " That's kind of the point , dude , " Toolshed chuckled at Kite's current situation .
" Oh yeah , I had another one I wanted to show you . " Toolshed smirked . In a rush , he stood up and ran to the box of tools . Human Kite lay practically defenseless on the floor in a flurry of giggles and pants , making an attempt to stand up .
Unfortunately for him , Toolshed was quicker . He immediately straddled Kite's waist again . " Thought you could escape ? " He grinned , holding up the tool he had acquired in the short amount of time . It was a wrench -- A wrench that looked normal , til with the push of a small button it ' transformed ' . The top half of the wrench twirled up , and it was connected to a contraption that made the top half of it spin whenever Stan pushed down the button .
Human Kite panicked and began to thrash underneath Toolshed . " Waitwaitwaitwait -- let's tahahalk about this ! Please ! " Kite whined , looking at the tool with a look of anticipation and ( playful ) terror . Toolshed smirked , " It looks like your screws are a bit too tight ... that's usual -- let me loosen them for you , " He grinned , pushing down the button . It made the top half spin rapidly , which was apparently extremely scary to Kite , because he grabbed at Toolshed's hands , pushing him away and trying to squirm away himself .
" What's wrong , Kyle ? " Toolshed taunted , " I'm just trying to help you loosen up ! " Shed giggled , trying to pry his hands out of Kite's grasp . Human Kite was laughing madly out of anticipation -- pushing at Toolshed's wrists . " Woah -- fuck ! " Shed startled Kite by pulling his arms back , and Kite released his wrists . Letting out a mighty cackle .
" HAHA ! SHIHIT - STAHAN ! " Kite squealed out as Toolshed began to lightly drill the wrench into his stomach . He moved it along Kyle's stomach from one side to the other , adding in some scribbles to his side with his free hand . Kite thrashed , his laughter turning eventually into snorting and wheezing . His face was extremely red . Stan smiled and ... realised how adorable Kyle was just now . Wow . He's never beating the gay allegations
But , he noticed Kyle was definitely getting to his limit ... despite not lasting very long ... and eventually brought the tickling to a stop . He hopped off of Kite's waist , waiting by his side for him to calm down . While also admiring him in the process . Kite sighed loudly , covering his face with his hands . "Thahat was fucking horrible , " He whined .
Stan smirked . " They're good tools though , right ? " He asked , to which Kite gave him a playfully annoyed look . Stan held out a hand , and helped pull him up . Their little moment was interrupted by a yell from the other side of the base .
" What the fuck are you fags doing ? " from The Coon . Yeah ... everyone was looking at them .
