#ticklish!stanford

[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]

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.

[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."

[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! ^^

[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)

[gaybananabread]

How about Day 30 with Lee!Mystery Twins and Ler!Stan Twins (gravity falls) as a game of hide and seek! I think it’d be super cute!

TickleTober Day 30 - Caught

AAAAA I’M DONE WITH TICKLETOBER!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This was a fun way to cap off the event, tapping into my roots! I’m so tired, and it’s definitely gonna be nice to not write over 1k word fics daily. I absolutely adored the event though, it really challenged me as a writer! ANYways, sorry for blabbing on, and I hope everyone stays safe tonight and that you Enjoy!

Lees: Mabel, Dipper

Lers: Stan, Ford

Summary: The Pines family are having an "intense" game of Hide-and-Seek to determine who gets to decorate the Mystery Shack for Halloween. There's an interesting set of rules, with a ticklish twist for whoever gets caught.

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

"Dipper, be quiet!"

Mabel whisper-shouted at her brother, sinking further into the pile of stuffed animals. It was the fiercest competition of the century, and she intended to win it.

What had her so determined, you ask? The annual Pines Hide-and-Seek Championship. Well, it was the first year they were doing it, but the technically-teen was going to make sure it carried on.

Downstairs, her Grunkles combed through the house, searching for their great-grand niece and nephew. The Grunkles had half an hour to find them. There was a twist the older men had added, just to make the game more fun. If caught, the kids would be tickled. They didn't really specify a time, figuring it would be best to play things by ear. 

The mystery twins gave no argument. They were determined to win, though the sweater-loving girl was definitely taking things more seriously. For Mabel, that's saying something.

Mabel, being serious? What was so great that she would forgo her usual silliness? Well, something she greatly desired; the winner, whoever they may be, got to dictate the Halloween decorations for the whole Mystery Shack. As long as it was within the budget, anything went.

She was determined to make it the most sparkly, retro, in-your-face crazy Halloween party ever. That meant she had to win. 

Stan rooted through cabinets, looked in couch cushions, even went as far as looking in the outskirts of the woods. He was putting off checking the attic, figuring the kids would be smarter than that. Mabel was always goofy, it wasn’t hard to think her hiding spot would be as well.

Using a gadget, Ford scanned the first floor of the Shack. It was supposed to detect the joy and wonder a child gave off, though he was pretty sure he calibrated something wrong. Still, he searched, hoping it would at least give him some edge. He didn’t want his home covered in glitter, or so scary that even the goat would have nightmares. If Dipper won…well, he wouldn’t actually mind that, but it was the principle of it.

Dipper was hiding up in the rafters, having used Mabel’s grappling hook to secure the spot. They hid together, figuring whoever got caught first could fend for themself. Mabel was rather proud of hers; it was simple enough that they probably wouldn’t look, yet small enough to where she could barely fit, to dissuade her Grunkles. It was pretty perfect.

After twenty minutes of fruitless searching, both old men went up the creaky attic stairs. The twins held their breath, knowing it would be moments before one of them was caught. The door opened, painfully slow, as the pair entered the make-shift bedroom. They could hear the end of Stan’s conversation as he peeked in the closet. “...it’s one of the only spots we haven’t checked, Sixer. One of them’s gotta be here.”

Ford entered a second later, checking under their beds. He was so close that Mabel went completely stiff, refusing to even blink before he stood up. “Those kids are good, I’ll give ‘em that. They’ve got your sneaky skills.” He got a pillow thrown at his head by a chuckling Stan. “Sure, sure. But they’ve got your smarts. I would’ve hid in a closet or somethin’.”

They were so nonchalant about the way they searched for the younger twins. It was like they thought it was a game. Well, everybody but Mabel thought it was.

Dipper looked at Stan, noticing how close he was getting to finding Mabel. He really didn't wanna be the first one caught, but he knew how badly his sister wanted to win. Sighing, he faked a cough, calling the attention of his Grunkles up. The things he did for her…

In seconds, two rough hands wrapped around his waist, yanking him down from his hiding place. “Gotcha!” Dipper barely had enough time to register that he was in Stan’s lap before five clawing fingers dug into his stomach. “G-GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!”

Ford chuckled, getting his fun in as well. He scribbled on and under the boy’s knees, all six digits doing something to get him laughing. It was unfairly ticklish. He almost regretted taking the L for Mabel. Almost.

“Hey Dippy, I got a deal for ya. If you tell us where your sister is, we’ll stop.” Oh, those cheaters! Mabel watched with wide eyes and Stan vibrated his clawing fingers into Dipper’s tum, keeping his arms above his head. She knew her brother had thrown his chance for her, but he still had to outlast the old men.

He wriggled and twisted in their arms, refusing to give in so easily; he wasn’t about to lose for nothing. “I- IHI CAHAHAN’T!” Ford snickered, squeezing his knees a bit more vigorously for emphasis. “Oh, but you can. Just say, ‘Oh, Mabel is hiding…’ and then you say it. It’s just that easy.”

So unfair… Dipper whined through his laughter, kicking as much as he could. Maybe a time limit on the tickles would have been a good idea… His Grunkles were obviously enjoying themselves, matching smirks on each of their faces. He didn’t hate it, per say, but it was much harder to stay sane when all three of them could see his reactions. 

It was…actually really nice of him to do that for her. Mabel would have to let Dipper DJ for the party. Waddles might be a little upset, but she was sure her pink companion would prefer snack table duty. 

Stan got a little impatient, deciding to be evil. He moved his bony fingers up to the boy’s armpit, digging into his hollows. Dipper let out a squeal that would put Waddles to shame. “NYAAAAHAHA! STAHAN! NOHO- *snrk* NOHOT THEHEHERE!”

Oooh, he went for Dipper’s bad spot. Mabel bit her lip as she watched her brother’s destruction: Ford teasing his knees while Stan went to town on his pits. She wouldn’t blame him if he gave her up, but dang it, she really wanted to win.

Right as Dipper was about to crack, the Nyan Cat theme song went off. Ford’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling that their half-hour was up. Mabel had won!

The girl sprung up from her mound of stuffed animals, startling both of her Grunkles. “HA! I won! Stan, go grab the basement key, I’m gonna make it rain glitter and gummy bears!”

Ford laughed, releasing Dipper’s legs as he watched his grand-niece celebrate. Stan sighed, setting the boy down on the carpet to curl into himself. “Okay, okay, ya won! Don’t need to rub it in, ya snot.”

 She chuckled, moving to hug her giggling brother. “Thanks for taking the loss, bro-bro. I officially crown you Head DJ.” He pumped a weak fist into the air, still giggling away the phantom sensations. Stan shooed her away, placing Dipper in his brother’s arms.

“You go get the dork some water. I’ll handle our winner.” Ford nodded, carrying the exhausted Dipper down the attic stairs. Stan cracked his knuckles before scooping Mabel up in his arms, holding her against his chest. “Congrats, ya snot. Here’s my favorite part of your reward…” 

He squeezed her side, making the sweater lover burst into bubbly giggles. She twisted and squirmed, eyes growing wide. “B-buhut Gruhuhunkle Stahan! Ihi wohohohon!”

He snorted, moving up to tease her ribs. “You did, yeah. Your brother got the worst of it; I’ll go a bit easier on ya. Congrats, you goober.” She whined, protests already forming on her tongue. “Thahat ihisn’t fahair! Sohore loser!”

Stan scratched and scribbled between each bone, acting as if it was just a normal conversation. “It’s totally fair. I don’t remember there being a rule against tickling the winner.” She scrunched up her nose, mock-glaring at him. “Thahat- youhu- uhuhugh!”  

It was adorable to see his relatives’ reactions. He loved to hear their laughs, see them smile, make them forget about the crazy lives they’d led for just a second. The whole “Weirdmageddon” fiasco had done a bit of damage. Stan took any chance he could get to make them feel like regular kids again. Dipper had already gotten his go; now it was Mabel’s turn.

“B-buhuhut- HEHEHEY! NOHOT THE PIHIHIHITS!” He poked her armpit, making the girl squeal. “It’s cute how you two share everything. Makes tickling the snot out of ya a whole lot easier.” It was gonna be a long day…

[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—

[the-universal-sun]

if you don't mind could you write regressed Stan falling sick, with fiddleford and/or Stanford taking care of him?

It's totally okay if you don't want to write it but if you do Thanks very much :)

I decided to do Fiddleford as Stan’s caretaker for this one! I’m trying to take turns, you know! Please let me know how you like it!!

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Stan can feel Fidds’ eyes on him as he plays with some wooden blocks, a pout forming on his lips. Fidds was overreacting, he wasn’t sick or nothing. His nose is just runny and he has a little cough. Only a tickle in his throat, a constant one. He sniffles as he brings his cup of orange juice, his favorite, up to his mouth and sucks it down, his throat feeling more ticklish than ever, making him cough while drinking his juice. Which causes him to start choking on it as Fidds rushes over to help. Who’s Stan kidding? He feels icky all over, he just didn’t want to be fussed over because what if Fidds became annoyed with him? Got tired of looking after him and left? He doesn’t know what he’s do without Fidds.

“Stanley! Ohmagosh! Are you alright!? Breathe, baby, breathe.” Fidds thumped on Stan’s back, getting all the juice out his throat. Stan coughs and wheezes, his sore throat feeling worse than it is. He sniffles again, this time from the need to cry. He tries to hold it in, but he feels so awful and he aches all over and he choked on his favorite juice! He just wants to cuddle in bed with his blankie and stuffies and Fidds!

“Oh there, Sugar Bug, ‘S alright, I’ve got ya. That was mighty scary huh?” No, Fidds! Well, yes! It was scary but Stan’s not crying because of that, he’s crying because…because…because he’s sick and tired! He whines and shakes his head, burying it in Fidds chest when the movement makes his head hurt and go all spinny.

“Oh? What’s the matter, hmm? It wasn’t scary? Or are ya’ crying because it made you feel bad?” Fidds stroked Stan’s sweaty curls and paused, “Oh now, I think it know the problem. You’ve got sick, I can feel your fever and I bet that’s not the only thing going on,” Stan whines and shakes his head, softer, again, “Okay now, it’s time to get you in bed and get some med-ah rest. Rest!” Stan gets up with prompting, his legs feel shaky, so they walk super slowly and Fidds makes him put a hand on the wall when they go up the stairs so he doesn’t slip.

Stan grumbles and coughs a bit as he’s slipped in bed, Fidds tucking Poindexter and his blankie tightly around him. “A good think you still got yer jammies on, now ain’t it? Now stay right there, I’m gonna get some juice and a cold cloth for you.” Stan wonders where Fidds thought he’d go. He snuggles down deeper into the warmth of his blankie, absently chewing on Poindexters ear. He still feels icky, but he’s now cozy and sleepy, his eyes feel heavy, like he can barely keep them open.

“Come now, Darlin’, sit up for me a little. Gotta get this juice in ya’” Stan whines as Fidds helps him sit up. Doesn’t he know Stan’s sick? He needs to lay down and sleep. He scrunches up his face as he drinks his juice with Fidds’ help, it tastes different. It tastes kind of icky, but it’s probably because he’s sick, right? Things don’t taste right when you’re sick, that what he’s always been told. Stan doesn’t know why Fidds looks so nervous when he’s drinking his juice, or why he sighs when he finishes. He doesn’t really care to think right now, he feels heavy, warm and heavy. He shivers when a cold wash cloth is placed on his forehead, he doesn’t remember laying back down, but it must’ve been Fidds’ doing.

“Just get some sleep now, Pumpkin, I’ll be here the entire time.” Stan’s blankie and stuffy is tucked in with him again, Fidds slipping a pacifier in his mouth when he goes to chew on Poindexter’s ear again. He isn’t super achy anymore, but he is so tired. He can barely hear the story being read to him, but he cuddles his face against Fidds’ hip anyways. Stan was being so silly earlier, of course he wasn’t going to be abandoned for being sick, not by Fidds at least. This shows that Fidds loves him. And he loves Fidds. He loves his Papa.

Stan smiles behind the pacifier as he feels a gently hand brush against his head and pulling him closer.

[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

[flufffilleddonut]

Triangulum Experimentum - Part 2

Summary - With the portal’s construction finally complete, Bill decides to seek his revenge on Ford for the events of their previous meeting.

Word Count - 1580

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Stanford Pines once again found himself in the mindscape. While his body was fast asleep in his shack, his consciousness roamed the space-like void in his mind.

As usual, Ford was joined in this place by his muse, Bill Cipher. Unlike their last meeting, however, the two were not working on the portal, as it had finally been fully constructed.

“Fiddleford and I are going to be testing it tomorrow!” Ford chimed, picking up a blue teacup with a large eyeball design on the side. One six-fingered hand held the saucer below, while the other grabbed onto the cup’s handle.

“Can’t wait until it's up and running.” Bill said, his true intentions still unknown to the other.

“Me neither, especially after working on it for so long.” Ford commented, taking a sip of his tea.

You have no idea, Bill thought to himself, reflecting on his many failed attempts throughout history to have people build the portal.

Bill looked at Ford and scrunched his eye up in a smirk. Luckily, he had found the right person eventually. Someone with the smarts to build the portal. Someone with a strong enough desire to feel special that Bill’s praise had garnered his trust. Bill knew that his newest puppet was made of pure ego. He was practically putty in Bill’s hands, and-

Bill’s train of thought ceased. He suddenly remembered his last visit with Ford, and the events that had unfolded. Bill hadn’t pursued revenge, as he didn’t want to jeopardize the portal’s production. However, the portal was now complete. All he needed was for someone to turn it on. Much simpler of a task.

“Hey, Sixer, I almost forgot. Remember our last meeting, particularly the second half of it?”

Ford choked slightly on his tea. Shoot, he was hoping Bill had forgotten. 

“I-I do.”

“You never told me about your susceptibility to body spasms.”

“W-well, I uh-” Ford began, quickly noticing that Bill was now floating towards him. He grew more frantic. “I-I don’t… that’s not a… I’ve always…”

“Having trouble with your words there, Fordsy?” Bill stopped directly in front of Ford, placing his hands on his sides.

Before Ford could respond, two blue chains sprung up on either side of him, snapping closed around his wrists.

Ford yelped at the sudden motion, letting go of his tea cup, which floated off into the distance. He examined the chains snugly keeping his arms at a 45° angle from his body. 

“What are these made of?”

“Not important!” Bill asserted, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. “Now, where should I start?”

As Bill began to encircle Ford, he tapped into his thoughts.

He better not figure out just how ticklish I am, or I may be in trouble. I should try to keep my reactions to a minimum. Oh jeez, he’s getting awfully close to my neck.

Bill tapped out. Bingo.

Ford had drawn in towards himself as much as he could, a nervous smile creeping onto his face. 

“Bill, don’t you think this is a little…silly?” He inquired.

Instead of responding, Bill suddenly stopped moving. Ford shut his eyes in anticipation.

…

Nothing. Ford opened his eyes, but Bill was nowhere to be found.

As Ford was becoming increasingly confused, he felt a sudden poke at the back of his neck. Half as a fear response and half due to the sensation now rippling through his neck, Ford squealed, lurching forwards.

Hearing giggles from behind, Ford twisted his head around to view the smug-looking triangle. Bill’s arm was still raised, a single finger extended from his hand.

“I gotcha, didn’t I?”

Ford reddened slightly, a smile materializing on his face.

“Yes, you got me.” He admitted, facing forwards.

Bill pressed his finger against Ford’s neck once more, this time keeping it there. He carefully observed Ford’s reaction, taking note of the ever-so-slight shaking from his body.

Bill began to drag his finger up and down, watching as the shaking got more intense. Ford bit down on his lip.

Growing bored from the lack of a major reaction, Bill brought his other hand up to Ford’s neck, as well. Positioning his hands on either side, Bill fluttered all eight of his fingers against the surface.

Ford began to break.

“Hngh-! Snrk-! Heh! Bihihill!”

“Sorry, Sixer! I’m not used to this type of tor-” He stopped himself, “... ‘game,’ but don’t worry! I’ll get the hang of it in no time.”

Bill sped up his fingers, digging into Ford’s neck with little hesitation.

Ford could no longer stifle his reaction.

“Nohohoho! Bihihill! Stahahap!” He laughed, scrunching up his shoulders.

“You can hide but you can't escape~” Bill sang out, continuing his attack.

Ford shook his head from side to side, attempting to avoid Bill’s small, nimble fingers.

Bill, deciding to switch to a spot with easier access, slowed his hands to a stop.

“Having fun, Fordsy?” He teased as Ford was catching his breath.

Bill tapped into Ford’s thoughts once more, this time being presented with a memory: Stan and Ford getting into a scuffle as children, ending with Stan pinning and wrecking Ford.

Bill tapped out once he had gained sufficient knowledge.

Moving around to Ford’s front, Bill was greeted by a wobbly smile.

“Bill, come on, let's be civil here. I’m sorry if last time I went a bit overboa- EEP!”

Ford’s attempt at reasoning with Bill was swiftly cut off as his ribs were poked at on both sides simultaneously.

“Bill? Are you listen- wahahait! Wahahait nohohoho! Dohohon’t!” Ford giggled as Bill raked his now claw-shaped hands over his ribs.

“Oh, I’m listening, Sixer. The fact of the matter is I didn’t actually mind your little ‘test’ that much. But if there’s anything I’ve learned today, it’s that it’s not too bad being on the giving side of things, either.”

Bill then fiercely dug into Ford’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the spaces between.

Laughter poured from Ford, who began kicking his legs. He attempted to pull at his chains, but his efforts were futile.

“AHAHAHA! QUIHIHIT -snort- IHIHIT!” He cackled.

Bill looked down, making note of the spot on Ford’s ribs that had elicited the strange sound.

“What a funny noise!” Bill commented, watching Ford’s face flush. “I want to hear it again!”

Bill zeroed in on the spot, causing Ford to snort once more and proceed to thrash, as the extra-sensitive area was targeted.

“AHAHAHA! BIHIHILL!”

After a moment, Ford appeared to be losing his energy, as the kicking from his legs began to slow down. Bill, still wanting to try one more spot, slowed his hands to a stop.

As Ford greedily gulped in air, Bill floated up to his head, securing his hand around Ford’s chin and tipping it up to meet his eye.

“Can you guess where I’m gonna go next?” He asked cheerfully.

Ford, looking at Bill through crooked glasses, managed to speak through his deep breaths.

“S-somewhere… to g-get a… 90° angle?”

Bill blinked.

“... what?”

“So that you c-can finally be right!”

Ford chucked to himself as Bill froze.

That was it. He deserved what was coming.

“So, you wanna be smart, Smart Guy?”

“Heh, I’m only kidding BilL-!” Ford’s tone went up an octave as he visibly flinched.

Bill had simply slidden his hands under Ford’s arms to elicit the reaction. They looked at one another, and Bill’s eye smirked.

“Bill, please. Let’s call it quits. We’ll have a truce, alright?” Ford suggested.

“Thanks for confirming I’ve found your weak point, sucker!” Ignoring Ford’s request, Bill dug semi-violently into his underarms, scratching and scribbling away.

Ford threw his head back as he was overcome with hysterics. His legs swung wildly as he thrashed around.

“AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! AHANYWHEHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Ford’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Bill continued his attack.

Minutes passed that felt like hours to Ford, trapped in his own mind, being tickled halfway to death by a strange triangle entity.

Bill was enjoying himself, but noticed a slight wheeze mixed in with Ford’s laughter. His movements slowed and Bill figured that he would probably pass out soon from a lack of oxygen … if that was even possible here.

Not wanting to damage his ticket to escaping the Nightmare Realm, Bill slowed his hands to a stop, removing them from Ford’s figure. With a snap of his fingers, the chains around Ford’s wrists released, Ford immediately curling into a ball as he breathed heavily.

As Bill floated near, Ford curled in further, prompting Bill to pause in the air.

“Lighten up! I released you, didn't I? I’ve had my fun.”

Ford then uncurled himself, still hugging his body as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“I-I can’t remember the last t-time I laughed that hard.”

“Something tells me that I will very soon!”

Ford chuckled.

“You sure are odd, Bill.” He grinned, fixing his glasses.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, Sixer! Say, shouldn’t you be getting up soon? Or would you prefer a round two?”

Bill wiggled his fingers and Ford gave a small start.

“Ah, yes! I should be going now! It was nice catching up with you, Bill.”

“See you real soon!” Bill called out.

Ford awoke with a small gasp. He sat back for a moment, reflecting on his experience.

His muse sure could be unpredictable, but he was ever-grateful for all of his help.

Ford couldn’t wait to see him the next night and discuss the results from testing the portal.

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[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.