#ticklish!stanford

[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.

[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]

THIS IS SO ADORABLE!! 😭💖💖💖

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⚠️

[gay-dorito-dust]

:33 can you imagine Ford reading his book trying so hard to focus on the paragraph but like- He’s so distracted by Reader’s kisses and snuggles like like they’re acting like a cat and Ford just kalskskdjskdk

Ford was trying his hardest to get through the paragraph, he really was, but when you were sleepy ford found that you tended to become more affectionate. As was the case when he felt you snuggle up into his side as closely as you physically could while pressing tender kisses to his jaw and side of his neck.

‘Beloved.’ Ford said softly.

‘Yes my dearest?’ You purred, nuzzling your head into his chest, pressing a kiss there because you felt like it, that and you didn’t think you give Ford as much affection as he deserved…also the little hitches in his breathing were delicious.

‘I’m- im trying to read and you’re being quite-‘

‘Distracting?’ You asked and you could see the blush spreading across his face as his fingers toyed with the corners of the pages belonging to the book he was reading. For someone as smart and eloquent as him, you lived for the days where you got to see him be flustered and unsure of himself when it can to displaying affection, especially seeing as he had went without such for a good majority of his life.

‘I’m afraid so my dear, you know how easily affected I am by your preferred form of affection.’ Ford replied, feeling his mind falter and freeze upon feeling your lips once again kindly greet the skin of his jawline, little kisses scattered across it that it almost felt ticklish. He knew you were smiling and feeling proud of yourself because he could feel it pressed up against the pulse point of his neck.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about my sweetheart,’ you spoke against his skin, closing your eyes as you felt his skin grow warmer under your lips as his pulse pulsed against them as though eagerly reciprocating your kisses with his quick it was going, ‘I thought a man like you could keep his composure.’ You added with a chuckle, knowing from firsthand experience that wasn’t the case at all.

‘I’m afraid that does not count when in the presence of a true beauty of a person such as you may love.’ Ford felt you stiffen as he smiled to himself, yes he could be poetic as they come, he had to read Jane Austen’s books for a class once in college and could recite anything from that book off by heart from how often he annotated the poor book front to back, and in incredible depth too.

‘Who knew you’d be a man of such flattering words Stanford.’ You teased as you were now practically half sat on his lap that Ford had to lay a hand against the small of your back to keep you pressed against. Ford chuckles as he hurries his face into your head, hiding his sweet smile, ‘only for you my dear, only for you.’ He chants softly and you couldn’t help but thank whom ever for bringing Ford to you, for he was the best thing to have ever happened in your life, and you would gladly dedicate yourself to showing him just how much you adore him; it was the least you could do for the man you loved to death.

‘You deserve to be caressed by words, not showered in them. kissed, not smothered. Praised with words whispered in your ears rather than out loud in public as though it was a spectacle. I want to love you in moments like these, soft, slow, forgettable to most but memorable to others who don’t live life in the fast lane and forget to cherish the quieter parts in life.’ You tell Ford sincerely as you positioned your head back to rest against his shoulder, while his hand absentmindedly stroked your side softly, slowly; his book long forgotten as you both decided to enjoy each others company without making a freaks spectacle out of it.

[mikedfaist]

Boyfriend!Art Donaldson Headcanon: Part II

If you missed it, you can read part I right here.

Whenever Art wakes up in the morning and you’re in the shower, he always joins you. Preserve water, and all that.

But if he wakes up before you, he’ll always bring you breakfast in bed. Whether that be room service, or an omelet he made specially for you.

One time he accidentally hit you in the face with a strong serve, and he apologized to you for two years.

Before a big match, you always give him a blowjob because you think it helps loosen him up. He just thinks your lips are good luck.

Despite what transpired in the hotel room the night you two met, he always found himself so nervous around you.

Especially when he ran into you in the lobby the next morning.

You literally had his dick in your mouth not even 12 hours prior, and at the mere sight of you, he instantly felt his mouth dry up, and his hands become clammy.

Didn’t help that at practice later that morning, while he was rallying with Patrick, you appeared in the stands, sipping a smoothie.

He became so transfixed by you, that he missed a serve, and it went flying past his head.

He loves it when you play with his hair while he lays on your chest. He’s fallen asleep a many of times.

He is very ticklish. This was a fact Patrick let you in on, and you ran with it.

You were also stunned to realize how quickly Art gets hard you tickle him.

You once had a pregnancy scare when you both were still at Stanford, and Art sat on your bathroom floor while you took the test, and held your hand as you awaited the results.

“Whatever it is, I’m here, okay? Not going anywhere.”

He may like to lay on your chest, but you will use his ass as a pillow, respectfully.

He has a praise kink.

He once came untouched just by you complimenting him.

“You’re so big… Have I ever told you that before?” You look up at him through your lashes as you stroke his cock. He nods, his neck straining as he watches you. He perches himself up on his elbows to get a better look, and you smile instinctively. “Y’think you can cum just by me telling you how big you are?” His neck falls back as you stroke your thumb over his tip. “How good it feels when you stretch me?”

He loves to leave hickeys on you, especially if he knows Patrick will be around. He has this worry that Patrick, at any given moment, can just swoop you up and steal you away, so the idea of visible markings on you – almost like they’re a claim on you – will be an indication that you are his.

Though Patrick will deny of any swooping, he does enjoy seeing Art get riled up at that conception. And to quote Patrick: “It’s nice to see you lit up about something.”

He always has to be touching you. Whether that be a hand on your knee, fingers in your hair – physical touch is his love language.

He also loves his earlobes bit?

When you’re kissing his neck and you just give it a little nibble, he nearly shudders and pulls you off of him, quickly pushing pants down and bending you over. No time to take everything off – when he needs you, he needs you.

He also loves quickies.

Yeah, he enjoys taking his time with you, but something about having to rush everything, having to push yourselves to that brink as fast as you can, speeds up his adrenaline and he’s always cumming incredibly hard.

And of course the sounds he makes – much like the sounds he makes on the court – are enough to get you there just as quick.

[the-universal-sun]

If it's okay: Present day Ford crying his heart out? 👉👈

He went through so much, he deserves to be small and taken care of

Of course it’s okay! And I agree, Ford needs to be cuddles and coddled after all he’s been through!

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Ford startles as a loud bang echoed out from outside the shack; flinching and covering his ears, dropping his Legos and Dr. Mittens. He pants, his chest feeling tight. ‘It can’t be’ he thinks to himself ‘I’m safe here. This is home, no one from those other dimensions can get here. Get me. Get my family.’ Despite these thoughts, his lips wobble and his eye sting with tears, what if someone came to hurt him? He can’t stop the cries that come from his mouth, his adult brain knows it’s probably just the trashcan lid falling, but he can’t think with his adult brain now. He’s feeling smaller now, his thoughts are smaller now. Logic and reasoning don’t always apply to his Big and Scary Thoughts.

“Ford, Buddy? You alright I heard-Ford! What happened!” Stan called out, his walk into the living room turning into a sprint when he sees Ford crying. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong, huh? What hurts!?” Stan tries to calm his panicked voice, hovering frantically over Ford.

“Th-the-hic-the noise o-outside. C-coming to get me!” Ford wailed, turning and burying his head into Stan’s shoulder. One hand grabbing Dr. Mittens from the ground, the other going to pull his hair. His hand gets intercepted before it can do that, Stan pulling it away and holding it in one of his with a soft “please don’t” being uttered with the movement.

“Who’s coming to get you, Bud? Hmm? The noise was just Fidds’ raccoon wife getting into the trash can again, nothing more.” Stan doesn’t get it! Ford’s made so many enemies, someone is bound to come find him! He yanks on Stan’s hand in lieu on answering, finding it hard to find the right words to explain. Why can’t he just understand!

“Hey, we don’t yank or pull on limbs, Stanford. Come on, let’s dry those tears and calm down just a little okay? And then maybe you can explain what’s got you so scared.” Stan wraps an arm around Ford’s shoulder, pulling him into a hug, repetitively patting Ford’s arm in an effort to help regulate his breathing.

He breathes in and out with Stan’s tapping, his panting slowing down but the tears still coming fast and hot down his face. He swallows the lump in his throat, clutching Dr. Mittens to his chest, resisting to urge to nibble his ear. “The-the bang noise. ‘Scared me an’ I thought it-it was someone from that time coming to hurt me again an’, an’,” he buries his head in his knees for a moment, Stan letting his, before he takes a big breathe and finishes his sentence, “An’ I got Big Thoughts, Scary ones that wouldn’t go away.” He finishes lamely, closing his eyes as his brother wipes his tears with his top. His nose scrunches up at the smell at Stan’s sweat.

“Oh, those capital ‘Big’ and ‘Scary’ thoughts, it must’ve been really bad, huh, Sixer. But don’t worry, we’ve checked just today, no inter dimensional anomalies or presences, our radar would’ve gone off if there were.” Oh. Ford didn’t think of that. He sniffles, huddling in closer to Stan, basically on his lap, resting his head into the side of his neck. This is why he needs Stan, he’s always there to chase away his Scarey Thoughts, and if chasing doesn’t work, punch them away. That’s why Stan’s his Buddy. The thought of Stan punching his literal thoughts away brings a giggle to Ford’s throat. And more spill out as Stan ruffles his hair.

“Oh? What’s so funny now, you laughin’ at this old man?” Stan points to himself.

“No-o-o-o!” Ford giggles, his hair being ruffled makes him feeling ticklish all over, “Buddy! ‘M not!” He laughs loudly as Stan falls over dramatically, Ford clutched in his arms. They lay there laughing for a good few minutes, Eventually settling down as Ford clings to Stan’s front, not wanting him to leave him.

“Stay, Buddy?” He asks Stan, using his best puppy dog eyes, a weakness of his brothers, but one he’s willing to exploit. And it works, Stan holds him tighter and closer, nuzzling his head and tickling it a little with his sigh.

“Of course, Sixer. As long as you want. We can even nap here-“ Ford cuts him off with an indignant “No” because he has his designated nap spot and it’s not on the living room carpet, it’s his little fort in his and Stan’s room. “Okay, no naps in here then, guess I’ll have to move my brittle old bones alllll the way to our room, huh?” Ford nods his head, glad Stanley got it. But he didn’t make any moves, content to just lay here, not quite all the way calm yet. Besides, he doesn’t have nap time for another hour and-he calculates in his head-seventeen minutes, plenty of time to lay in Stan’s arms on the living room floor.

“Alright, alright. I’ll move you when it’s nap time, just stay here in my arms until then, I need some Ford Floor Time.” Stan squeezes him tighter, Ford melting into the pressure. Well, he who was he to argue with Stan needing Ford Time? Signing, he basks softly in the calming presence of his brother for the next hour-and-now-16 minutes.

[veryblushyswitch]

Ticklish Dipper and ler Ford my beloved 💖💖💖

TickleTober 2024 🎃

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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! ^^

[amymbona]

stanford!artrick cuddling, comforting, and babying reader after she runs into their dorm crying bc her date stood her up and she looked so pretty :( -🍄

AWWW :( you're so pretty in your little floral dress, teary-eyed and pouty, looking like a little bundle of distress at the doorframe of their dorm. They instantly take you into their arms and hold you like you're the most delicate piece of porcelain that could shatter if anyone dared to treat you harshly.

"Look at you, so cute in that dress."

"You look like a princess."

"Such a pretty girl."

"Don't cry for that idiot, sweetheart."

"Just breathe, baby, you'll be okay."

"It's okay, we've got you."

They're showering you with compliments, Art's - whose chest you're resting on - running a hand though your neatly curled hair, while Patrick keeps rubbing your back and bum, hoping to ease your distress with his ticklish touch. But tonight, you're having none of it.

"I'm so stupid. He didn't even like me."

It breaks their hearts to see you like this, but some unspoken satisfaction is hanging between the boys as they exchange a quick glance. At least there one less boy they need to compete with to earn your love.

"Nonsense," Art mutters, lifting your head with a gentle touch of his palm. God, even now when you're crying, you look so adorable with your pink cheeks and puffy lips. "Look at me, c'mon, you're not stupid. But he is."

"Yeah," Patrick agrees from behind you, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face. "What kind of guy he is to dump such a gorgeous girl?"

Apparently, this particular's guy rejection was enough to completely erase your confidence, as a new set of tears gathers in your eyes and you bury your face back in Art's shirt. "Shut up, 'm not gorgeous."

"Bullshit," Patrick's hiss in your ear is accompanied by a squeeze or your ass and a gaze sent towards his blonde best friend. He's always been better with words, better at comforting people.

"Right. You're the prettiest - no - the best, most stunning girl we know, really," he attempts to encourage you.

"Then why does nobody wanna date me?" you imply with a small peep, sniffling as you realise the harsh truth. Nobody wants to date you, nobody's interested enough in you. But you couldn't be more wrong.

We would, they both think, as it their minds once again work in sync. They would, oh the would, they'd like nothing more, actually. Oh, if you only knee how many moments the boys have spent just admiring your beautiful face, watching you from afar and just taking you all in, wishing you were theirs. It's such a shame you always choose the biggest douchebags to be interested in.

"We could take you out," Patrick proposes almost way too casually.

With a sniffle, you lift your head off of Art's chest, wiping the snot away from your nose. Your distressed expression is met with Patrick's smug smirk, knowing he finally managed to push you somewhere. "What?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he rolls his eyes, shuffling to lay more on top of you and squeezing you between Art and himself. "We'll take you out - to the cinema, or some club, or a fancy dinner - a proper date. Just say the word."

Your gaze flicks between both of the boys, eyebrows knitting in confusion when Art nods, now rubbing your shoulder in encouragement. But that's too silly, they're literally your best friends - they're like your brothers - wouldn't it be strange to go on a date with them?

"That's- that's too silly," you murmur with a small shake of your head.

"You're silly," Patrick counters softly. In such a tender gesture, so unusual of himself, he reaches out to wipe the dripping smudges of mascara from your cheeks, his touch as soft as a caress of a cloud, "But you're also a cute, amazing girl. Our cute amazing girl."

"And you deserve to be taken out on the best of dates," Art chimes in with his characteristically positive tone and kisses the top of your head.

But you're still unsure. "I dunno. Wouldn't it be, y'know, weird?"

"Weird?" Art laughs, "Who do you think we are, darling?"

Patrick nods, poking your nose, "Just give is a chance, hm? We'll make you feel like a princess total. Promise."

Art agrees, "Yeah, promise."

[gaybananabread]

Can you do Stan, Ford, and Bill (gravity falls) headcanons? If not that’s completely fine! Take your time!!

☆⑅Felony Trio Headcanons⑅⁠☆

(Stan, Ford & Bill)

~No idea if these three have an actual group name or not, but this is what I'm going with. You can't tell me they haven't committed at least one a piece, accidentally and/or on purpose. These sillies will always have a special place in my heart as one of my earlier obsessions. Thank you for requesting!~

❓Stanley💵

General:

Silly con-man gives me ler-leaning switch vibes. Loves wrecking his family, but wouldn’t mind the occasional giggle-fest.

Over the years, he’s developed the elusive “can say the t-word whenever” power, though it definitely didn’t used to be that way. Ford reminds him of that whenever it’s most annoying.

Can easily admit that he likes tickling others, but receiving it? Yeah, good luck. He’s willing to die on that hill.

Lee:

A bit rare, but he will get lee moods. He’s a “ride it out in silence” kinda guy, but Ford can sometimes catch onto his bullshit (definitely not bc he does it too what-)

If he DOES try and solve his problem, it’ll be in the most roundabout way possible. Provoking his brother, teasing his great niece and nephew until they try something, you name it. If it works, it works.

Worst spots are his armpits and the area right beneath his belly button. Enjoy watching him lose his mind if you target either one ♡

Melt spot is his ears. You can’t tell me his goofy ears wouldn’t make him giggle his heart out; he’d love every second of it.

Very gruff, choppy giggles. Sounds kinda like he’s been chain smoking, then saw the funniest thing in his life. When you really get him going, deep and rough belly laughter. Occasional snorts if you wanna kill him.

Ler:

When he gets in a ler mood, he’ll either bother his overworking brother or mess with one of the kids. Sometimes his family can tell, though he won’t normally admit anything.

Such a wonderful asshole of a ler-

Teases, smart-ass comments, horrible dad jokes, and more! Definitely the one to go to if you want a shameless wrecking.

“You’re a lil’ squeak toy, huh? I just squeeze your side and- yup, just like that.”

“Ya know, you could’ve just pushed me away by now. Don’t worry, I noticed.”

“You sure squirm a lot, don'tcha? Like a lil’ worm, could use you as fishing bait!”

“It tickles? Wow, that must really suck for you.”

Pretty good with aftercare. He'll ruffle your hair and tease you, of course, but he lets you lay on him while the TV plays. Fair trade, honestly.

👓Stanford🖋️

General:

Can you really tell me he isn't at least a little lee? After all those years with little to no comforting contact, he loves a good giggle fest.

Making his great niece and nephew laugh, though? Even better.

He doesn't always get that feeling, so I'm going lee-leaning switch.

Lee:

If you even mention it around him, he'll blush, no matter his mood. It's real bad when he's lee.

You can kinda gauge if he's in a mood by just saying the t-word (if you can, that is)

If you don't have that magic, then he's still pretty obvious in other ways.

Extra stuttering, constantly adjusting his glasses, eyes lingering on your hands, wobbly smiles. If you've got eyes, you'll be able to tell.

Will deny it at first, but it's pretty flimsy.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about. I survived the roughest interdimensional plane there is. I don't need…that.”

He falls apart the minute you wiggle your fingers at him.

Worst spots are his hips, followed by his ribs. A few squeezes to either will have him snorting up a storm.

Melt spots are his ears and the tops of his thighs. Like his brother, his ears are lovely to run a feather across for both him and the ler. He loves gentle traces on his thighs, though. Have him a melted, giggling puddle in seconds.

He loses tickle fights on purpose at least 76.4% of the time. Don’t ask me how I got that number: I just know.

Ler:

His ler moods are rare, but if he’s feeling a bit distant from his family, he’ll try and piece things with some giggles.

Soft, playful ler. He never wants to go too far, but he isn’t afraid to goof around and tease while he’s at it.

“I think I’ve got a leg up here, huh? Thanks to my extra fingers, this has gotta be at least 20% more ticklish~”

“You really do blush quite a lot. It’s pretty cute to watch.”

“As a scientist, it’s my job to conduct experiments. Let’s try now. Hypothesis: if I get your worst spot, you’ll laugh at least twice as loud as you are now. Time for the experiment~”

The moment you say stop, even if you don’t mean it, he pulls away. If you want more, you’ll have to ask him.

Pretty great with aftercare. Will absolutely cuddle you, maybe even tell some stories if you’re interested. He’s got plenty from his time in the portal, though he keeps the angstier ones to himself. Any tale he tells is almost guaranteed to make you smile.

🎩Bill💛

General:

Believe it or not, the chaotic dorito does like tickling. In fact, after him and Mabel’s interaction, they seem to randomly plague his thoughts at the most inopportune times. It goes in either direction, his moods as random as his personality.

Considering this, we’re gonna go straight-up switch.

Lee:

These moods are especially hard for the demon to satiate. His friends are insane, but none completely batshit enough to try something like tickling him. When he needs a fix, he usually has to outsource it or suffer until it goes away.

On the off chance he does outsource, he goes for one of the Pines twins. They’re hesitant to let him in, but he’s a sweet-talker. Once he’s inside, it barely takes an hour for him to provoke someone into wrecking him.

His spots vary based on the body he’s inhabiting. The one time he was tickled in his own (Weirdmageddon incident, don’t ask), he found that his hat and feet got him laughing the most.

(don’t come at me, his hat re-grew flesh when he got shot in it)

He doesn’t really have a distinct melt spot, though he loves being tickled right beneath his bowtie. It makes him kick and squirm, but it also makes him incredibly giddy.

Ler:

I’d tell you to run for your life, but it won’t do you much good.

Evil, sarcastic and rough ler. Good luck breathing o7

The kinda dude to go for all your worst spots first, and only explore the softer side if he’s wanting to spice things up.

Can and will generate any tool he feels like to wreck you (surprisingly enough, he’ll ask first)

Boundaries really need to be set before anything happens. Otherwise he’ll just go until he feels like stopping. If you look on the brink of passing out, he’ll quit, but other than that nah.

VERY teasy, with a large handful of sarcasm and sass.

“Geez, you laugh really loud when I get ya here. Mind dialing it down? I don’t wanna go deaf before I’m 20 million.”

“Ha! You snort? I’ve gotta hear that again, c’mon!”

“You’re confusing. You say ‘no, go away,’ but you haven’t even tried escaping. I’m supposed to be the crazy one here; mind explaining?”

“Wow, this is driving you nuts, huh? We’re gonna match!”

Not super great at aftercare unless you ask. He can make any snack or drink you want by snapping, and he knows some great rom-coms to doze off to (don’t ask why unless you wanna go for round two).

[veryblushyswitch]

Ya girl has never really written angst before so get ready for that ✨

[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—

[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)

[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

[veryblushyswitch]

Oh- Oh I love this- 💖

I don't have the energy to write a full fic but I still have ideas to share

Younger Ford hunting ghosts with Fiddleford only he can't see them and doesn't know they're there until he feels skittering fingers up and down his ribs, immediately dropping to his knees a fit of giggles, startling Fiddleford. It takes a while for McGucket to chase them off by tossing salt at them (he brought it because he's scared of ghosts)

Years later after Ford's return, he and Stan happen to be in the same area for something when he feels a familiar set of hands skitter down his ribs and squeeze at his sides, and once again he drops to his knees (his legs always give out first) with a shout of "Not agahain!" while clutching his sides

Stan briefly freaks out before he realizes Ford's being tickled, not possessed. Instead of helping like Fiddleford had all those years ago, he just starts giving the ghosts hints on where to strike next, just generally tormenting his brother, who's now on his back and kicking his feet against the ground, laughing helplessly and shouting swears at Stan.

After the ghosts finally let up and Ford's lying there panting, he catches a glimpse of Stan's shit eating grin before saying, "He's just as bad if you get his hips," and now suddenly Stan is stumbling back before he drops, cursing Ford out, trying to play the 'I'm just an old man' card, but nothings working, and now it's Ford's turn to be a menace

I just really like the idea that despite their falling out, despite being separated for 30 years, and despite being in their late 50s they still can't help but be brothers and bother each other

[marchiiiii]

Learning to laugh.

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Peirings and Characters: Ler/Lee!Fiddleford McGucket / Lee/Ler!Stanford Pines – Fiddautor

Disclamer: this is a fanfic about tickling, so anyone who isn't interested in that kind of thing, skip it.

Abstract: Fiddleford decides to explore the vulnerabilities of his colleague, Stanford and it leads to something more.

For Fiddleford, tickling had always been of purely scientific interest: He was curious to know why light, playful touches on the skin caused laughter. Tickling is maddeningly similar to pain. You want to squirm and scream for mercy, just as you do in painful agony, but why do some people, far from being sadistic, enjoy tickling? In his notes, he constantly speculated about tickling, coming up with the craziest ideas: "To begin with, there are two kinds of tickling. The first, nysmesis, or "moving itch," is an unpleasant sensation of slight movement on the skin, reminiscent of a crawling insect. The insect wants to be swept away and the skin scratched. The second type, gargalesis, is caused by a stronger, intermittent pressure on the skin in certain areas. This is the tickle that causes the laughter. However, gargalesis is not always pleasant, much depends on the situation: who exactly is tickling, for how long, how hard...".

McGuckett had never told anyone about his interest in tickling: it would have been strange to do so, even with Ford.

"Hey, Ford, and I study tickling!!!"

It would probably have led to ridicule and teasing. And he didn't really want to tickle or be tickled. Just a theory. Never practice.

His interest in the subject grew: he was already looking at Ford, trying to guess if he was ticklish. Now the diary entries turned into something else.

Where before there had been something about the hypothalamus and the fact that laughter from tickling was not the same as laughter from a good joke, now there were - unexpectedly - entries about tickles, ticklers, and switches.

The day was like any other. Ford worked at his desk with all kinds of papers, unable to distract himself. McGucket, on the other hand, stood behind someone else's back, looking at the strong and confident body....

Fiddleford wanted to touch him more and more. No, not to pet him, not to hold him, not to rub him. Tickle him.

He wanted to tickle Ford, and he seemed to want to tickle him more and more every minute.

- Ford, - McGucket began, touching the other man's back with his hand.

Pines turned his head and smiled slightly.

- Yes, what is it?

- I need you for experience. Right away," Fiddleford answered, fidgeting slightly.

- Has my theorist gone into practice? - Ford teased and nodded, "I'm at your disposal. What would you like to investigate?

McGucket dropped his hand uncertainly to his friend's side.

- A tickle.

- What do you-

But it was too late: Fiddleford had already begun tickling Pines's side. Subconsciously at first, immediately remembering all his clever words. "Charioteer," "scraping," "fingering," and "poking." All those tickling terms meant something. And there was more to learn today. He was tickled with pokes, poking his sides from both sides. Ford endured. A smile played on his lips, but his lips were chewed with excitement. If McGucket was just exploring, Ford didn't want to be tickled.

- Isn't that ticklish! - Outraged Fiddleford at last.

Ford bit his lip harder and fidgeted in his chair. "Obviously ticklish." - McGucket made up his mind. 'Doesn't poking tickle? Or would it be better to use "charioteer"? Fiddleford ran his fingernails along the side of his companion, and Pines burst into tears.

- Stop it, stop it, you little bastard, - Ford shouted, - just stop it and no one will get hurt AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

McGuckett liked it a lot. And it's not even clear why. He liked the laughter, he liked dominating Ford, and in the end he forgot that he was tickling for the sake of science.

He was having fun. A lot of fun. Fiddleford pounced on Ford and pinned him to the chair.

- Is this another experiment?

Pines whispered softly and was instantly punished for his question. McGuckett's fingers found his lower ribs and began to run over them playfully. Ford squirmed and laughed out loud. The laugh was guttural and hoarse.

Ford closed his eyes so he couldn't look him in the eye, but that didn't stop Fiddleford from enjoying himself. He moved his fingers to his upper ribs, tickled the sensitive skin there, and then began to tickle Ford's lower ribs again. Ford seemed to whimper.

- Stop, Fiddleford, I'm going to kill you! AHAHAHAHAHAHA, you little bastard....

They'd never been close enough to tickle... But Pines had always wanted that kind of closeness.

- Why are you blushing? - asked McGucket.

- What do you think?

Ford didn't know why he was blushing. It felt like embarrassment, excitement, and terrible shame all at once. Fiddleford shrugged and ran his fingernails up to the other man's armpits.

It's hard to describe how Ford whimpered, laughed loudly, and seemed to wake up the whole village.

- Why are you blushing? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH....

Pines asked mockingly, twitching and trying to bend over. Fiddleford caught himself thinking that he was blushing because he literally liked Ford.

In retaliation, Fiddleford began to tickle even harder, scratching at the man's armpits. Ford screamed and began to beg for mercy.

- I'll do anything you want.... AHAHAHAHAHAHAH, really!!! All the AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH of the world!!!

- Will you describe the sensations for my research?

Ford nodded and the inspired scientist paused.

- Describe.

- Describe it to your senses, - Pines said with an uncharacteristic playfulness.

- What?

Before McGuckett knew it, Ford had him on the ground. Brutally. No way out of this.

- You're going to use the scrubber method to tickle...?

- I haven't studied it like you have.

Ford joked, running all six fingers over his friend's stomach as deftly as he could.

- You have the advantage! That's not fair!!!

- Small price to pay for my suffering.

Fiddleford laughed loudly, wriggling on the ground and squealing from the tickling.

Ford is tickled by McGuckett, tickles his belly and makes him squirm and whimper. Fiddleford tried to remember every sensation so he could describe it later. Okay, it felt good rather than painful, but impossible. He wanted to laugh, squeal and twitch at the same time. It was impossible to restrain himself. All the feelings merged into one.

Ford tickled man's chest, scratched his ribs. McGuckett had a full-on tantrum. Fiddleford was writhing on the floor, pounding on him with both hands, begging him to stop.

- Fordy, please stop!

The frayed nervous system could not take the strain, and the laughter turned to sobs.

Sobbing with laughter, but tears rolling from his eyes, Fiddleford literally continued to squeal. Ford stopped, not wanting to torture.

- I'm sorry...?

- You stopped at the most interesting part.

- Shall I start again? - Ford raised his eyebrows.

- NO!!!

McGuckett shrieked. Pines hummed and kissed him lightly on the face. The kiss landed on his cheek and Fiddleford blushed.

Ford smiled, looked at the his face, and then stroked his cheek with a fingertip.

- If you need me for any more experiments, you can let me know.

He chuckled softly.

Fiddleford stared at the man as if hypnotized. Carefully he caught Ford's hand and smiled at the corner of his lips.

- I just won't let you go.

- I'm afraid you won't, - he replied sarcastically, nuzzling his lips against his.

Who would have thought that tickling would affect them so much? But in the end, there was too much of it in their relationship.

[alexsoenomel]

WIPS because my mind is chaotic as fuck

DISCLAMER: I'm really struggling to actually sit down and write. I'm doing my best so please understand if I haven't written your request it's not because I don't want to it's because I'm genuinely struggling to write (I blame my ADHD to be honest). This will help me organize my mind better. Here we go:

*Still no title* Joel Miller x Reader series fluff, smut, angst Summary: After you left your abusive partner your healing journey began. You found comfort in solitude and in trying new things. You decided to book a camping trip in Maine, not knowing you will end up meeting a very special someone.  Note: I got inspired after I came back from my first ever camping trip. I loved it so much. 5 parts - 1 day, 1 chapter HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Alkaline* Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, smut, angst Summary: Telekinetic reader meets Sam in Stanford and their story unfolds. I suck at summaries but that's basically it. Incorporating 3 smut requests as well: hair pulling, praise kink and mind blowing sex Note: This has been sitting in my docs for AGES now. I suck. UNFINISHED but already has over 5k words

*Still no title* Dean Winchester x Reader Fluff, smut One bed trope? Nope. One tent trope. Summary: You're on a case and have to camp in the woods. The tent is too small for Sam and Dean to share, so the older Winchester is forced to share the other one with you. Note: Like I said the camping trip really got me inspired. Also adding this fluffly request: he finds out how ticklish she is one morning while snuggled up in bed together. He makes it his mission to find all her ticklish spots and finds her laughter absolutely adorable HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Still no title* Sam Winchester x Reader Fluff Summary/ request: A request for Sam - him & dean & reader go to a bar that happens to do karaoke and with enough drinks he’s willing to start doing duets with the reader, starting off flirty being stuff like horny nickelback songs and then turning into them just singing the most obnoxious love songs, and then Dean making fun of them the next morning because he recorded all of it to show Cas LMAO Note: I really like this idea and is coming up nicely UNFINISHED

*The Apparition* Dean Winchester x Reader Smut, fluff, angst Summary: You visit Dean in a dream Note: I like Sleep Token too much okay. I was inspired HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

Plus:

I Am The Fire Dragon!Reader (Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

*Still no title* Goddess!Reader(Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

Better Than Ordinary (You find yourself in a world where Supernatural isn't just a TV show) UNFINISHED AND NEEDS EDITING