#ler ford

[veryblushyswitch]

I don’t know if you’ve wrote any yet, but do you have any headcanons for Stan and Ford?

Stan & Ford ~ (tickle hcs)

I haven’t for them actually! Most of these hcs will be about when they’re kids, but there will be a few for after they reconnect ⚓️ Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you enjoy!

⚓️ ~ Stan is for sure the bigger tickle monster between the two. Ford gets him a lot of course, but Stan lives for making his twin laugh.

⚓️ ~ Stan is more sensitive to rough tickles whereas light tickles really get to Ford. Not to say that rough tickles don’t work on him either.

⚓️ ~ Ford is too ticklish for his own good.

⚓️ ~ Stan loves it tho. He uses every opportunity he can to tickle his nerdy twin.

⚓️ ~ Ford is mildly ticklish everywhere, but he’s especially ticklish on his hands, under his arms, on his neck and ears, and along his ribs.

⚓️ ~ His hands make him so giggly and squirmy!

⚓️ ~ When he’d be feeling down about them, Stan would pin his hands down and scribble all over them with his fingers or a pen until Ford agreed that they’re cool.

⚓️ ~ Raspberries absolutely kill him-

⚓️ ~ His mom would give him raspberries on his neck and ears when giving him hugs. Stan would give him tummy and rib raspberries as the grand finale during tickle fights.

⚓️ ~ Of course we can’t ignore the fact that Ford has six fingers on each hand-

⚓️ ~ The dude has two extra fingers to tickle with! Much to Stan’s dismay.

⚓️ ~ Stan isn’t as ticklish as his brother. He’s ticklish in fewer places, but those places are still really ticklish.

⚓️ ~ He’s most ticklish on his knees, stomach, feet, and shoulder blades.

⚓️ ~ Stan can’t get massages without giggling his head off when someone goes for his shoulders or shoulder blades.

⚓️ ~ Whenever Ford tickles him, he always cries out how unfair it is while giggling his head off. It actually makes Ford appreciate his hands more.

⚓️ ~ Ford would constantly do the exploding spider knee thing to Stan and it makes Stan shriek every time!

⚓️ ~ He squeals and curls up when his tummy is tickled!! He’s a fighter and a squirmer, but when his stomach is tickled he lets out the most happy giggles and crumbles.

⚓️ ~ This still stands for when he’s older and he kinda doesn’t hate it hates it.

⚓️ ~ Both also got tickled a lot by their mom when they were younger. Even in their teens she’d give them side/rib pokes and knee squeezes.

⚓️ ~ Got yelled at a lot when they’d stay up late reading comics under a blanket with a flashlight.

⚓️ ~ If there was a tickle scene it would always lead to one or the other initiating a tickle fight.

⚓️ ~ When they were younger, Ford was never really able to get the upper hand during tickle fights since he’s so ticklish. But now that he’s older and learned to fight, he can for sure turn the tables pretty quickly.

⚓️ ~ The first time they tickled each other after everything was when he saw Stan tickling Dipper and Mabel. Stan noticed Ford’s hesitation to join in on the family bonding, so he dragged him into the chaos.

⚓️ ~ He told the kids to watch this and went to go tickle his brother. However, Ford swerved out of the way and used his combat skill to instead pin Stan to the floor and wreck his ass. And to let the kids get their revenge.

⚓️ ~ Didn’t stop Stan from retaliating afterwards though. He went for a bad spot immediately and was able to make Ford crumble.

⚓️ ~ Both didn’t admit it out loud, but that was one of the best days they’d had together since the incident. Tickle fights were something they really missed.

⚓️ ~ These two are such a playful ler duo against Dipper and Mabel. Stan of course shared all of their tickle spots with him.

⚓️ ~ Dipper was so embarrassed at first because the author of the journals was tickling him and hearing him laugh and snort, but he soon realized that yes this the author, but he’s also his Grunkle.

⚓️ ~ Setting out to sail the world was the perfect time for the two to reconnect and make each other laugh once again.

⚓️ ~ Stan tells so many dad jokes on the boat and they drive Ford crazy.

⚓️ ~ Sometimes one of them will get Ford to genuinely snicker, but if he doesn’t Stan will just tickle him while he tells jokes and teases Ford that he didn’t know his jokes were that funny. (He does this a lot with Dipper and Mabel too)

⚓️ ~ They’ve for sure come across a tickle monster while sailing around the arctic.

⚓️ ~ It got both of them and they both tease each other about it.

⚓️ ~ Overall, these two had a lot of tickle fights when they were younger, and even more when they reconnected and met the kids. And they’d never trade it for anything.

[veryblushyswitch]

Ticklish Dipper and ler Ford my beloved 💖💖💖

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Hosted by: @august-anon

Day 4: Hide and Seek

I started this cute mini comic a year ago and it’s been in my drafts ever since. XD But I finally came back to finish it as I realized it’s perfect for today’s prompt! ^^

[stelariabop]

i just got JUMPSCARED by this frame

[thatcheesyler]

My brain wouldn't let me sleep until I drew this, so...have a rough lee!Ford sketch ig

Apparently leaning backwards over the side of your top bunk while reading a thesaurus isn't the best position after all. I mean, really Ford, did you simply forget your devious opportunist of a twin?

⚠️My art, please reblog but do not repost⚠️

[maybedraws-things]

UM I SEE A POSIBLE LEE SOO...

FORD NO-! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! SIXTER NOHOHOHOHO!! I- I WILL KILL YOUHUHUHU!! Yes i did this AND If you make a drawing with inspiration or reference to mine, please give credits.

[veryblushyswitch]

AHHH!! 😭💖💖 I LOVE!! 💖💖 AMAZING!! 💖💖

I know this may or may not be a more recent drawing, but can you do this one please? Or the one where I think it's Annabeth and Grover wrecking Percy? Thanks, love your art, keep up the good work! :D

I know the event title has "old" in it...

but I loved the Ford and Mabel sketch too much—

[bimobuddy]

Gravity Falls TK Headcanons but it's only the characters I'm fixated on

I missed tickletober today, so take this instead

Some of this, especially in the Bill Section, will be out of character

Stanford

50/50 Switch

Obviously having grown up with Stanley, he's had his fair share of tickle fights. In some cases his twelve fingers give him the advantage, but at the end of the day, Stanley was stronger than him and better at roughhousing and usually won those

In his young adult years, that started to die down, until he met Fiddleford in college. It started off unintentional, Fidds was just a touchy, physically affectionate guy. One day he just meant pat his roommate's shoulder but his hand strayed a little too close to his neck and Ford ended up hunching his shoulders up with his breath hitching, and ever since it stopped being accidental

If Fiddleford thought Ford was working too hard for too long, skipping meals and sleep, he'd just go up behind him and slip his hands under his arms to scritch at his ribs, because it was the only way to convince him to rest. Ford was usually too tired to fight back anyway

Eventually though, Ford retaliated and he found out pretty quickly that his assistant was just as bad, if not worse than him

While doing research in Gravity Falls, he discovered the Leshy (changing the mythology a little here to be less dark and more Gravity Falls friendly, please forgive me) which is a forest trickster spirit that leads travelers from the path and may even tickle them. Ford met one that got him good, and was even fascinated with his extra fingers once they got a change to speak. That was the day he found out his knees were ticklish.

Being the only human lost between dimensions, people tend to get really curious about you, and even a bit touchy. It was pretty common for people to find out he was ticklish and then keep doing it because they found his reactions cute the same way humans think it's cute when a dog kicks its leg. He eventually got used to this

After coming back from the portal and having settled back in a little, he and Stanley sort of go back to being brothers. Stan hasn't changed at all, and one day he grabs Ford in a head lock, only for Ford to immediately go for his sides and get him to let go pretty quickly

One time he pinned Stan to the ground, arms behind his back, and just zeroed in on his ribs because he was being a pain. He wouldn't stop until Stan apologized for turning the house into the Mystery Shack

His worst spot is his underarms, it immediately renders him defenseless. He curls up and stops fighting because his body just gives up

His hands are also ticklish, but he's only ever let a certain previous banjo-playing partner of his tickle there. This spot gets him incredibly flustered since it's one of his biggest insecurities being adored and treated so gently like it's one of the most important things in the world

His laugh is really wheezy, airy, and uncertain because since he's not used to laughing that much

Stanley

Ler Leaning Switch, as in: He acts like a ler but it's also pretty easy to get him screaming if you can get past his defenses

If you manage to tickle him, he's VERY quick to pull the "I'm just an old man" card, but it rarely ever actually works because his family knows him. This man singlehandedly fought off a hoard of zombies and a whole ass dinosaur, he'll be fine

Before Ford came back, he was the family's biggest tickle monster, and could not be defeated. After Ford came back though, he was the only one that could get past Stan's swinging, grabbing, pushing, etc., to get him pinned long enough to tickle him, which immediately saps his strength and he's left just kicking and screaming dramatically

This dude's laugh is HARSH but the family finds it endearing because it's very him. The Mystery Twins even find it comforting after a while because it's their Grunkle, someone they look up to and feel safe with

His worst spot is his hips. If he's standing, his legs will just immediately give out. If he's laying or sitting, he immediately tries to bring them up and curl up while pushing at whoever is tickling him (usually Ford)

You can't have ears that big and them not be ticklish. They're ticklish. It's part of why he hates anyone trying to whisper to him, so he lies and tells people it messes with his hearing aid.

Loves to bother his twin. If he sees an opening, he'll slip his hands under Ford's arms (and catch him when his legs give out. It's a Pines trait.)

He's constantly scooping the kids up and going full tickle monster on them

With Mabel it's because he genuinely just enjoys playing with her, but with Dipper he thinks the kid needs to loosen up a little and get out of his own head sometimes. Also because he's well aware Dipper tries to grow up too fast, and a healthy dose of tickles from his uncle gets him acting like a kid again

He's the type to playfully growl when tickling someone

Big fan of tickle hugs because it's an easy way to trap a lee and get their sides

Bill

He will also use his stubble to his advantage when he can; on necks and bellies during raspberries

This applies to both of the twins but I'll put it here: As children, their mom used to sometimes tickle them, if they were sad, grumpy, or got into play-arguments with her

As much ler energy as he gives off, I think he's a 50/50 switch

Especially in a human vessel, with how much he seems to enjoy pain because it's a physical sensation he can't usually experience, I think he'd enjoy being tickled just as much

I think he'd be the type of lee to tease his ler and fluster them with how bold he is to ask for it. Like in a human form, I think he'd just plop himself in a ler's lap and raise his arms or something, he has absolutely 0 shame or embarrassment. The only reason it bothered him when Mabel tickled him is because he had a goal and he was trying to do something and she stopped him

Tried to use tickling as a torture method on Ford once, back when he didn't fully understand it still, and was shocked to discover the man didn't even really mind it that much. After all, he'd much rather tickling than something horrific like having his bones replaced with porcelain

In a human form, his favorite spots to be tickled are his tummy and back

A melt spot he ended up finding out about is under his chin, it gets him all soft and giggly

In triangle form, he can be tickled, he just never thought he could because no one ever tried

I think canonically he said dreamcatchers tickle? I'm not entirely sure how that works but it's canon I think?

He's small enough to be cradled in one arm and tickled with the other

I saw someone headcanon that his feet have toebeans, and I have to agree, and they're ticklish

Bill isn't one to start small and lead up to a big finale, if he finds a death spot, he will zero in on it until you tap out (which he will respect, because I said so)

Bill LOVES a good chase. If a lee runs from him, he loves to go after them and hunt them down, it makes the reward of finally getting them that much sweeter. (This is brought to you by that one scene where he pops up like "Peekaboo~!" in literally the teasiest voice)

Ford is his favorite Ler and Lee, he just loves to a nuisance in general to the guy

Sometimes he'll fluster Ford by filling his mind with teases and images but it also tends to backfire because Ford is just as good at teasing and he'll retaliate

Fiddleford

Ler Leaning (like 80% ler)

Having grown up on a farm, he's pretty used to roughhousing and wrestling with his cousins and friends

He used to play tickle monster with Tate when he was still a kid. Tate would go and hide while Fiddleford searched for him. Once he was found, he'd be scooped up into his father's tickling grasp while his dad playfully growled. (He was a good dad before he left)

In college he'd tickle Ford to get him to finally stop studying and get some sleep

Like many young adults in college, he'd get into petty arguments with his roommate over something small, and on more than one occasion he's wrecked the shit out of Ford if he ate something if Fidd's without asking

I also headcanon that he was friends with Stanley for a while while all three of them were in Gravity Falls together. On a couple occasions his southern sass would come out and both of the twins would gang up on him, usually with one holding him down because he's "farm-strong" despite being smaller

Even in the lab (Ford's basement), he'd still have to tweak Ford's sides a couple times to get him to stop working and go eat something or go to bed. Anything to get his more-than-friend-situation to take care of himself

[ticklishfizzy]

Heyy! I have only just seen ur account but I thought it was so cute! Is there anyway u can write a tkl fic with Lee!ford pretty pretty please? You don’t have too and if you do just take ur time and don’t rush 💗💗

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Oh my Zeus you are so sweet thank you I just organized it!!! Yes of course I can for you my lovely anon! (I've actually been looking for a reason to write for Gravity Falls hehe) ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, hurt/comfort (lmk if there's any more) ◦•●◉✿ Pairings: Ler!Stan & Lee!Ford ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ Ford was in his lab, as usual. Staring down at his work, listening to the incessant ticking of the clock as seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Tick. Tick. Tick. He looked down at his hands. A million memories were flashing through his head. Tick. Tick. Tick. They had called him a monster, a deformity, a mistake. Tick. Tick. Tick. And of course they wouldn't now. He was a renowned scientist. Tick. Tick. Tick. Then why did it still hurt? The ticking of the clock was replaced by a knocking - Knocking was generous, actually, it was more like banging. "FORD! COME OUT AND SHOW ME YOU'RE ALIVE!" A sigh of relief escapes Ford's parted lips. "It's just Stan-" He thought. He pushed his work to the side, standing and crossing the lab to the door. His brother, Stan, stood there staring back at him. Was that... concern that he saw? Deep lines etched in his brother's face, eyebrows creased with worry, dark circles made themselves known under his eyes from lack of sleep. "Oh thank god- Are you okay? You've been cooped up in here for days." Days? Had it really been that long? "I- Days?" "Yes, days, Sixer. What's up with you?" Ford shoved his hands in his pockets - A nervous habit he picked up as a teenager. If he didn't show his deformity people couldn't point it out. Unfortunately, Stan knew this habit well and picked up on it almost immediately. "You thinking about the hand thing again?" He asked softly. Ford nodded, beginning to brush it off until Stan wrapped his arms around the scientist. His breath caught in his throat at the sudden affection from his brother, it wasn't often that he got a good word, let alone a hug. "Your hands are great. You're great. Any asshole that says otherwise can take a long walk off a short pier. Got me?" Ford chuckled and nodded. Stan grinned, leading his twin over to the small couch in the corner of the lab. He sat and patted the spot next to him, where Ford took his seat as well. Stan took one of his brother's hands, along with a pen from his pocket. "S-Stan nononono-" Ford's pleas were cut short by a loud squeak as his brother dragged the tip of the pen down the palm of his hand. Stan grinned in satisfaction. "Oh come on, Sixer, you love this and you know it." He couldn't exactly deny that claim, his body language betrayed him in that field. Instead of pulling his hand away, he kept it in his brother's grasp, opting to use his free hand to cover his face and attempt to save at least some dignity. "Shuhut uhuhup!" "You know that isn't possible." Stand continued to draw on his brother's palm, random shapes and words along the sensitive skin, pointing out the different fingers as he drew on them individually. "I like this one, and this one, this one's my favorite-" he chuckled as he drew on Ford's middle finger, "And this one's good too, and this one, aaaand I like this one too." "Stahahan this isn't fahahair!" "Oh come on, it's not my fault your hands are ticklish. What kind of sibling would I be if I didn't take advantage of it?" "Fuhuck off!" "Oooooo, didn't know you had such a potty mouth." "Stahahahap!" The tickling immediately stopped at the request. Ford grinned up at his brother a light pink hue dusting his cheeks and ears. Stand grinned back, getting up and heading towards the door. "Dinner's ready whenever you're hungry." After he left, Ford looked down at what had been written on his hand. "I love you more than my hat" Ford smiled fondly, making a mental note to pause his experiments for a bit. He didn't want to wash it off. ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Again, thank you so so so much for your request as well as the kind words, I appreciate all of you guys so so sooooo much!

[veryblushyswitch]

So this lee Dipper and ler Ford tickle/angst fic is getting much longer than I thought it was gonna be… but I’m not complaining 😌 I’m having a really fun time writing it!! ✨

[veryblushyswitch]

Ticklish Dipper my beloved I love you!! 💖💖💖

could you do 16 “Come on, stop it - I’m serious, that really tickles!” with lee!dipper and ler!stan or ford🩷🩷

Prompt 16 - "Come on, stop it - I'm serious, that really tickles!"

A/N: yessssssssss gravity falls!!!!!!!!

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“We just need to take a few measurements and I get you a nice anti-magic jumpsuit made! It’ll only take a few days. Come on, hop up!” Ford explained excitedly as he gestured for Dipper to take a step up on the stool in his lab.

“Ok. Great! Thanks Grunkle Ford!” Dipper stepped up, reaching his arms straight out to his sides and waiting.

Wrists and ankles were quick and easy. Dipper startled a bit when Ford touched his leg to measure his inseam. When the tape started at his wrist and then wound up under his armpit, he jumped with a startled giggle. “S-sorry!”

“You alright kid?”

“Fine! Fine.” Dipper assured him. Ford raised an eyebrow but kept up the measuring.

Ford looped the tape around Dipper’s waist and he sucked in a breath, stomach tensing.

“Relax, it needs to be a good fit! don’t suck in!” Ford poked at Dipper’s belly.

A nervous peal of laughter spouted from Dipper’s lips as he teetered backwards, saved by the measuring tape around his middle. “ACK-!”

Ford chuckled, going back to his measuring. A few spots hedged close to being a little ticklish, but Dipper kept it together. Soon, it seemed he had been measured head to toe, and he prepared to step down.

“Oh, shoot.” Ford frowned.

“What is it?”

“I forgot to write the measurements down.. I’ll have to do them again.” Ford shook his head, keeping the little quirk up of his lip out of view of his nephew.

Dipper shrank back a bit, tensing up again as he suddenly prepared to be accidentally tickled a few more times. He held his breath as Ford measured from wrist to underarm. This time, he fumbled the end of it a few times, pressing it into the hollow under his arm, and Dipper squeaked out a laugh despite his efforts not to.

“Ahaha- Grunkle Fohohord! Come on!” Dipper protested. “Yoohohohou’ve got it! Stop it- that really tickles!” He snickered as Ford ‘finished’ his measurement there and jotted it down on the notepad next to them.

“I’m almost done, Dipper!”

“I’m seheheherious! AHH!” Dipper squealed as Ford pinched his hips while wrapping the measuring tape around them. “It tihihickles!”

“I know, kid.” Grunkle Ford winked. “Almost done, almost done!”

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

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[read this & further gravity falls drabbles on ao3]

[gaybananabread]

Squealing Santa 2024 - Gift for @vampiretickles

~Happy Holidays @vampiretickles! I hope this fic finds you well, and that you have a lovely New Year’s. I’ve been seeing this ship everywhere; it’s about time I tried my hand at it. This is loaded with sweet, loving, absolutely disgusting fluff. I had fun with it! Could possibly be ooc, but I think it’s alright. If you celebrate, Happy Holidays! I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Stanford Pines

Ler: Fiddleford McGucket

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Summary: As per usual, Ford is refusing to step away from his work and rest. Fiddleford, sick of his partner running himself haggard, decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“Dag blast it- UGH!” Ford tossed his flaming trench coat to the ground, spewing colorful obscenities as he tried to put out the bright green fire. By the time he managed to stomp it out, his poor coat was in charred tatters.

“There goes another one…” He swore, tossing the ruined garment into his disposal bin. The smoking experiment on his table was an even greater let-down. Rubbing his temples, the scientist grabbed his ancient tape recorder and sighed into the device. “Attempt number 57 ends in…failure.”

Ford had been at it for nearly a week, trying test after test in an attempt to get the right combination. It was an experimental weirdness blocker that could—in theory—negate any powers or effects being in their odd town could bring.

The man’s reaction had been less than quiet. Fiddleford, who had come to visit his it’s-complicated-but-we’re-getting-there partner, was drawn to the room by all the noise. “Everythin’ alright in here, Stanford?”

Ford whipped around, eyes narrowed dangerously before he realized who had entered. “Oh…yes. Everything’s fine.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.” The old man stepped farther into the room, furrowing his brows. He’d been doing a lot better since Weirdmageddon; his beard was clean (though he preferred long, so it wasn’t cut), his clothes were clean and whole, and he was spewing less nonsense by the day. With his improved mental state, he was able to care for those around him. “You should take a break, Ford. It’d do ya some good.”

“I’m fine, Fiddleford,” Ford huffed, brushing off the advice. He knew the hillbilly was right, but that didn’t mean he had to listen.

“Uh-huh, sure. Gotta be true, what with the fire and screamin’.” Fidds looked over at the remnants of Ford’s trench coat knowingly. That quirked brow made Ford more defensive than it probably should have.

“I just need more time. A few hours, tops.” Ford poked the smoldering remains of his experiment, trying to figure out what went wrong.

The man needed a break, but he wasn’t going to take one willingly. It was up to McGucket to fix that.

“What ya need is to relax.” Closing the distance between them, Fiddleford wrapped his arms around his partner. He squeezed just tight enough so the weary man couldn’t escape.

“Fidds, come on. I’ll be done soon en- mmph!” Ford flinched, jolting in his partner’s grip. The hillbilly’s hands were resting on Ford’s hips. While that would usually be an appreciated gesture, his fingers were wiggling into the divots of the joint; it tickled, and they both knew it.

“What’sa matter, Stanford? Got a tickle in yer throat?” Fiddleford teased, knowing the silliness of it would get to Ford. The man never could handle childish teases. The effects were instantaneous.

“F-Fihidds, no! I dohon’t have time f-for nonsense!” Ford did his best to hold in his reactions, refusing to give up so easily. He didn’t necessarily need to finish his work that day, but it felt wrong to leave anything unfinished.

“Yet you’ve got time fer workin’ yerself to exhaustion, knowin’ ya ain’t got enough energy to do anythin’ actually productive.”

Ford scoffed at the direct call-out, his ears turning pink. Well…shit. Fiddleford had him pegged, and he really didn’t have a comeback for that. After a few seconds of watching the Pines gape like a fish, Fidds chuckled.

“That’s what I thought. Now, hush up ‘n lemme help ya.” Pressing a gentle kiss to one of the man’s pinkened ears, Fidds got back to work. His thin, bony fingers worked their way up Ford’s sides, digging in just enough to make him giggle.

“Fihiddlefohohord!” Rumbling, slightly raspy giggles shook the man’s shoulders as he tried not to squirm. While the tickling wasn’t exactly what he had planned for the afternoon, he couldn’t deny how nice it was to have McGucket pressed against him after feeling so stressed.

“That’s my name, yeah. You sure that experiment didn’ scramble yer brain pan?” Fidds teased him, resting his chin on his partner’s shaky shoulder.

“Behe quihihiet!” Ford couldn’t help but gasp when one of Fidds’s hands went back down to his hips, his fingers wiggling into the ticklish little divot once again.

“You should be a little nicer, darlin’. I got all ‘a my favorite spots right here, just waitin’ for some attention.” His words carried a playful threat, his other hand moving to tease near Ford’s pits. He felt the man shudder against him at the thought.

“No! Nohohoho, cohome on! Thihis is rihidiculous!” Stanford tried using his grumpy old man tone, but the constant giggling ruined the attempt at seriousness. He was forced to just sit there and squirm against his partner.

“That’s the whole point, ya old goof. Yer s’posed to be takin’ it easy; ridiculous fits the bill.” Fidds accentuated his point with a few kisses to Ford’s neck, though he was surprised by the adorably shrill noise the action received.

“KHHHHehehe! Fihidds!” Ford whined—actually whined—at the feeling, scrunching up his shoulders as much as the hold would allow. His neck was ticklish? How had the hillbilly never noticed before?

“I reckon someone’s been hidin’ somethin’ from me, hasn’t he?” With a giddy smirk, Fiddleford began kissing the back of Ford’s neck, purposefully nuzzling his scraggly beard against the flushed skin as well.

Ford gasped at the barrage of tickly kisses and nuzzles, strangled little giggles and incredibly silly noises getting caught in his throat as he scrunched up. It was an utterly adorable sight—one that his partner made sure to enjoy.

“Yer so cute when yer laughin’, Stanford,” McGucket cooed between kisses, putting a bit more of his weight on his partner to keep him still. “Daw, who am I kiddin’? Yer cute in general.”

The silver-haired man could feel his face burning from all the affectionate teasing. He could usually keep his emotions in check; the decades he spent in chaotic and dangerous dimensions taught him to be stoic on command.

When it came to Fiddleford, however, all of that conditioning seemed to disappear. He felt like a flustered teen playing wingman for Stanley again, though the feeling was a lot more intense and a helluva lot more enjoyable.

“Lohohohove, p-plehehehease! Ihi- GYEhehehe! Ihihi cahahan’t!” Ford blushed even harder just from the ludicrous nature of his own words. Gracious, he was pathetic…and he didn’t really mind it. His sides were growing quite sore, however, and he couldn’t take much more of the heavy giggling. “Fihihidds, plehease!”

The bearded man heard the difference in Ford’s tone, easing off to kiss his rosy cheeks instead. “Alright, alright, settle down. I’m done bein’ mean.” Gently, he guided the giggly man over to the small room he’d forced Ford to furnish, getting him settled on the nearly untouched mattress. “Told ya you’d need a nappin’ room down here.”

“Nohot the time toho glohohoat…” Ford huffed, snuggling up against his lanky partner. Fuck, he couldn’t work any more if he wanted to, which…he kind of didn’t. He was exhausted, his thoughts were sluggish, and he was really in the mood for cuddles. “Sneaky bastard.”

“Only fer you, darlin’.” Fidds peppered his face with kisses, running a hand through his fluffy silver hair.

Ford mumbled grievances, but it was obvious the touch was melting him. He was so tired…but he didn’t want the attention to end. “Could you…mmphf.”

“What’s that now? Gotta speak up.” Fiddleford had an idea of what the cuddly man wanted to say, but he was gonna make him ask for it. His flustered voice was just too adorable to resist.

It was absolutely evil, in Ford’s eyes.

“Just…don’t stop? I don’t want you to…you know. Lightly.”

Fidds bit his lip, chuckling softly at the embarrassed, broken request. Ford really was terrible at asking for what he wanted… Still, the attempt was the best he’d gotten yet.

“M’kay, I won’t make ya beg. C’mere.” Snaking a hand up Ford’s shirt, the bearded man began ever so gently tickling his partner’s sides, back, and neck. His hand drifted, the touch just present enough to tickle.

“Mmhmhmhm…” A wobbly smile tugged at Ford’s lips as he pressed his face into Fiddleford’s chest, giggling softly. Each small noise was little more than an exhale, gentle enough for his aching sides to rest while keeping him giddy. Fidds always knew exactly what he needed, and—better yet—exactly how to give it to him.

“Maybe I should start doin’ this every time ya refuse to rest. It’s workin’ pretty well, I reckon.” Fidds felt his heart swell at the sight of him, loving how he just gave in to the giggly affection.

“Shuhush,” Ford huffed lovingly, moving in to kiss him. His stubbly upper lip scratched Fidds’s as he blindly leaned in. Their lips met, each smiling against the other’s as they drifted off wholly into their own little world.

While he would’ve loved to keep kissing Ford for the rest of the night, he could feel how sluggish the man was getting. It was time to rest. He pulled away from the kiss, lovingly stroking Ford’s sides.

“Alright, darlin’. Time to turn in.” Wrapping his thin legs around the man’s waist, Fiddleford gently scratched Ford’s scalp to wind down. As expected, the scientist let out a sleepy sigh, leaning right into the touch. Fidds’s other hand was still stroking his sides, barely tickling. It was sweet, domestic, and made both men feel oh so loved and whole.

“Mhmmm…goodnihight, love.” Ford muttered one last endearment before dozing off, finally giving in to the drowsiness that washed over him. He felt a few light kisses on the crown of his head, reassuring him all the way to unconsciousness.

“G’night, Stanford. I love ya, darlin’.” Fiddleford held Ford close, sighing contentedly as he heard the man’s breathing even out. Finally, he’d gotten his stubborn partner to pass out and rest. The next day would bring the same challenge, but he’d be more than ready to face and overcome it.

He had love on his side, after all. And tickles. With those, he couldn’t possibly lose.

[spaceluvrrr]

Hello!! :D if you’re still doing requests, could you maybe do Ford Pines with a ticklish back? :3 I always thought that was a cute concept!

Have a lovely day!! 🩷

hi hi ! i hope the art isnt too bad, iy was kinda rushed but i hope u like it !

[jamiesgotchu]

Do you have any gravity falls tickle headcanons?

HELLOO ANON YES I DO!! You have no idea what monster you've just unleashed

HERE ARE MY HEADCANONS FOR MY FAVE:

Dipper Pines

this poor guy

- when his ticklishness is brought up, he pulls this face ^

- his voice cracks BAD when he laughs enough, and so the more someone tickles him, the more ammo the tickler has to make fun of him (lovingly)

- him and mabel get into tickle fights often (9/10 times he loses, but only because Mabel knows all his worst spots)

- Out of every character, he's the one to have his ticklishness used against him the most

- his laugh is full of dorky giggles, voice cracks and the occasionally girly screech (Mabel will NOT let him live that down)

Stanford Pines

- Ford tickles Dipper often, and Ford claims it's "for scientific purposes" (it's not, he just thinks it's fun)

- Speaking of this, Ford will occasionally sneak up behind Dipper when he least expects it, then yell "SURPRISE EXPERIMENT!!" and tickle the living daylights outta him

- 6 fingers = one extra tickle per hand!

- He is SUPER sweet and goofy when he tickles people, especially his niece and nephew

- But if it's a tickle chase, he is TERRIFYING

- like, COME ON, LOOK:

- He's the kinda guy to have the biggest smile on his face and let out occasional chuckles while tickling

- Not very ticklish, but there's ONE spot on his ribs that get him going

- (Psst: Stan has that exact same bad spot. They're twins after all<3)

[veryblushyswitch]

I love lee Bill and ler Ford so much actually- 💖

Triangulum Experimentum

Summary - While working on the portal’s blueprints, an accidental discovery quickly derails Ford and Bill’s plans for progress.

Word Count - 1650

Note - This fic was written for Day 15 (“Are you ticklish?”) of Tickletober 2024.

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Stanford Pines was in the mindscape, a void of space containing distant stars and galaxies. Floating journals, books and scrolls filled the immediate area, along with other items familiar to Ford. This place existed in his head, after all.

Ford would have been all alone here, if it hadn't been for the company of his muse, Bill Cipher.

The two were working on equations and mathematical formulas together, pertaining to the portal that Ford was currently building, under Bill’s direction. The portal was nearing completion, and would soon be ready for testing.

Bill carefully observed the calculations projected in the space, searching for any errors or possible areas of improvement. Ford, standing near the dream demon, was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment with an old-fashioned feather quill.

“Everything looks fine to me, Sixer. Are you sure you need to alter the blueprints?” Bill inquired, still scanning over their handiwork.

Ford continued to scrawl away, determined to improve the device.

“I think there’s a way to make the gateway more stable. I just have to figure out the right equation.”

“Whatever gets you there, Fordsy.” Bill commented, his eye still trained on the projections.

A moment of silence passed between the two, before being broken by Ford, who finally came up with a solid equation.

“Aha!” He cried out. “I think I’ve done it! Bill, take a look at-”

As Ford began to move toward Bill, eager to show off his work, a journal happened to float directly in the path of his legs. As Ford stepped forwards, he tripped on the object, losing his balance and lurching forwards.

Bill turned just in time to see Ford fall. As Ford did so, however, his arms flailed outwards, the one holding the quill being extended towards Bill. The feather made contact, swiftly brushing down the length of Bill’s side as Ford went down.

As the soft object glided across Bill, he felt an internal ‘shock’ of sorts run through the area of contact. Seemingly automatically, he jerked back, a small chuckle escaping.

“Hah!”

“Bill! Are you alright?” Ford asked, pushing up his glasses as he reorientated himself.

Bill, confused about what had just happened, shook the event from his mind momentarily to address Ford.

“‘Course I am! You can’t get hurt in the mindscape, remember?”

Ford was still concerned.

“I know,” He began, “but you seemed to recoil when the quill…”

Ford trailed off, eyeing the feathery instrument in his hand. He looked back at Bill, who was floating indifferently.

No, it can’t be…

“Bill, are you… ticklish?” Ford questioned.

Bill squinted, unfamiliar with the term.

“T… tick…?”

“Ticklish. You know… knismesis and gargalesis?”

Bill stared blankly.

“It’s this thing where if someone makes contact with you in a certain way, it makes you laugh, and your body sort of… spasms.” Ford explained.

Bill chuckled in response. “Humans sure do have the most useless reflexes! It's hilarious!”

“That’s why I’m wondering how you experienced it.” Ford stated. “Could it be an effect of my dream on the mindscape? Or something else?”

As Ford pondered, Bill leaned back, crossing his legs and placing his hands behind his top point as he bobbed up and down in the air.

“Bill, would you mind if I tested a few things? Just to collect some data. I promise it won’t take that long.”

Bill stopped. He was hesitant to relive the event that had just occurred moments prior, but this was probably the closest he’d ever gotten to having someone fully construct his portal. Getting on Ford’s bad side at this stage in the game would result in a lot of wasted progress. Besides, Bill found pain to be hilarious! This couldn’t be all that different.

“Sure thing! Knock yourself out, Sixer. Just as long as you get back to work on the portal right after.”

“Great!” Ford exclaimed, beaming. He let go of the parchment, which floated off into the distance.

Bill’s ankle was suddenly seized, with Ford then pulling the triangle closer to his body. Bill dangled upside-down as Ford secured his grasp around the ankle.

Still clutching the quill, Ford positioned the feather-end so that it was hovering just above Bill’s foot.

“Test one, commencing… now.” Ford made contact, gently swirling the feather in circles over the small, black surface.

There it was again! Bill, almost instinctively, started kicking his free leg as the same sensation from before now radiated over his foot. Light giggles bubbled up.

“I see that you’re struggling.” Ford noted. “Does that mean you’re feeling something?”

“Nohot on puhurpose.” Bill giggled. “Ihit’s the sahame feelihing from befohore, but lehess intehense.”

“Are you giggling voluntarily?” Ford asked, continuing to swirl the feather.

“Noho I’m nohot! Thihis isn’t vehery fuhunny!” Bill lightly pulled at his ankle, but Ford’s grip was firm. His other leg continued to kick freely.

Ford couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

Maybe not to you.

“Alright, let’s try somewhere else.”

Ford pulled back the feather, giving Bill time to calm down. He then moved it to Bill’s side, against which he began to glide the feather up and down at a steady pace.

Bill’s eye widened as he got a brief glimpse of the intensity of the feeling at his side, this time being deliberately produced. He quickly grabbed onto the feather with his hands, moving it out and away from his body.

Ford chucked.

“Bihill, I’m trying to run an experiment here. I can’t complete it and get back to work on the portal if you’re going to resist.”

Bill could sense a slight hint of tease in Ford’s tone. He imagined all of the monstrosities that he could unleash onto Ford for putting him through this. However, he didn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize the portal’s production. Narrowing his eye at Ford, Bill slowly released the feather.

Once free, Ford returned the object to Bill’s side, continuing the same motion as before.

Bill burst out laughing.

“Hah ha hah! Ahahaha! Whyhy ihis thihis eheven a thihing?” He questioned, drawing his three free limbs in towards himself.

“Well, the most popular theory is that it was developed as a means of learning self-defense. Hence, why more vulnerable areas of the body tend to be more sensitive.” Ford explained, keeping up his motions with the feather.

“Yohou’re, ha, enjohoying yohourself, hah ha, too muhuch, Sihixer!” Bill managed to comment through his laughter.

Ford chuckled.

“Bill, tell me, which is worse? Here~…” Ford slowly dragged the feather down Bill’s side, “or here~?” Ford used his sixth (pinky) finger to lift up Bill’s elbow, effectively raising his arm and allowing the feather access to his underarm. Ford swiftly moved the feather into the area, swiping it repeatedly against the surface.

Bill’s laughter became more frantic.

“HaH! AhAHah! TheHEre! ThAHats muhUHUch woHOrse!”

“Good to know.” Ford said, grinning. He pulled back the quill, tossing it aside to float off into the distance, and dug into Bill’s side and underarm with his six-fingered hand.

Bill was overcome with hysterics, as he quickly learned that fingers tickle a lot more than feathers do.

“AHAHAHA! SIHIHIXEHER! HAHAHA!”

Bill noted through his haze that Ford showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, and at this point was clearly just having fun torturing the dream demon. Bill recognized that he wouldn’t be able to endure it for much longer.

“ENOHOHOUGH!” Bill yelled out, his yellow surface turning red and the colours of his limbs, hat and eye inverting.

Ford, taking Bill’s outburst as a sign that he was reaching his limit, removed his hand and released Bill’s ankle.

Bill spun himself upside-right, moving backwards and out of arm's reach from Ford. He hovered for a moment, recovering, before his colours faded back to normal.

Ford smiled weakly at Bill as he spoke.

“Bill, I’d like to test just one more-”

“No.”

“I promise it’s just one last small thing.”

“I’m warning you, Sixer. You better watch it.”

“I’ll get straight to work on the portal right after! You can hold me to that.”

Bill narrowed his eye at Ford, who flashed an innocent look in return.

“Fine.” Bill conceded, crossing his arms.

He floated closer to Ford, who grabbed hold of him before propping him up on one arm. With the other, Ford directed his hand to the brick in Bill’s pattern directly below his bowtie. He then wiggled his six fingers up against the area, being careful to support Bill with his other arm.

Bill curled in towards himself as the action elicited a steady stream of giggles from the triangle. He uncrossed his arms, lightly grabbing onto Ford’s sleeve as his legs fluttered.

Ford continued for a minute or two before slowing his hand to a stop. Bill remained on his arm for a moment, in a fuzzy daze, before shaking his mind clear and floating up and off to the side.

Bill adjusted his bowtie before speaking.

“Did you get your data, Sixer?” Staring Ford in the face, his expression and tone were dripping with sarcasm.

Ford averted his eyes, smiling sheepishly.

“Uh, yeah, yeah I did. Thanks for participating. Though I may have gotten a bit carried away…” He mumbled his last sentence.

Ford glanced around before becoming visibly concerned.

“No! My equation! The paper must have floated away! I’ll never find it now.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

Ford looked over at Bill, who completely disregarded his statement and was now slowly floating in his direction.

“Do you experience the spasm reflex, Fordsy?”

Ford’s eyes widened. He began moving backwards.

“You know what, it’s been great here Bill, but I think that I should head back to my reality and finish up the portal.”

Bill stopped moving.

“Attaboy, Sixer. Attaboy.”

Ford then woke up with a start. He placed his hand on his head and gave a sigh of relief.

That was a close one.

-

[ticklebillcipherrn]

Lee!Stan

So cute!!

[thatcheesyler]

WE WERE ROBBED OF SMOL PINES TWINS BONDING WITH THEIR MAMA, SO HERE *slams this down on the table*

I'm on an art high rn, I physically cannot stop making GF tk art, help me