#ticklish mabel

[veryblushyswitch]

gravity falls tickle ideas? i got a few for ya:

dipper who’s so incredibly ticklish he gets worried when someone raises their hands at him. it’s literally canon he’s ticklish under his arms and on his chest (?) but let me also add ribs and tummy to that because I’m a sucker for those spots

i like to think Mabel and him got into tickle fights pretty often when they were younger

Wendy and dipper tickles because he’s such a nerd and Wendy can’t help but tease him when he’s being a little dork

Mabel also is canonically a ler but i like to think she also enjoys being tickled—she’s so neurodivergent coded so maybe it has something to do with the sensation and the feeling it gives her ^^ (yeah maybe im projecting a little bit)

also for Wendy’s gang… imagine Mabel tickled Robbie to cheer him up during the love potion episode orsomethingidk

my t-word blog is @aceofspades-doodles but i had to send this from my main

STOP THESE ARE ALL SO ADORABLE AND NOW CANON BECAUSE I SAID SO!! 💖 I can totally see Dipper being the kinda guy who if someone wiggles their fingers or mentions the word tickle in a sentence/phrase he freezes up and gets all blushy. ☺️

I love Dipper and Wendy tickles!! Especially because he’s such a ticklish dork and needs to chill out so it gives her the perfect opportunity to use her older sister training. And please Mabel would absolutely love tickling and being tickled! I love the idea of her enjoying the feeling itself and of course that it makes her laugh 💖

AND PLEASE THAT’S SUCH A CUTE IDEA OH MY GOSH- Robbie is so monotone and full of angst so he could use a good laugh!

[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—

[anxious-lee]

(Tickle) Fight Club || Gravity Falls Tickle Fic ||

A/N: couldn't leave this wholesome duo out! this takes place after dipper and mabel return to gravity falls the next summer. inspired by that one scene in the jungle book. bon appetite 😙🤌

Summary: Grunkle Stan thinks he's teaching Mabel how to box, but she has her own Mabel-y way of doing things.

Word count: 1339

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There wasn't much about Stan's life that he was comfortable sharing with the kids. Between the crime and the fraud, everything about his youth was either dishonest or violent.

Except, however, the boxing lessons.

Sure, they were pretty violent, but in the socially acceptable way!

Oh, if he could relive just one of those glory days. The thrill of punching away the opponent. The glory of victory. The aches and bruises that stuck with you for weeks. It was wonderful. After he had gotten the hang of it, at least.

Stan was recounting his good old memories to his niece and nephew when the teen girl piped up.

"Oh oh oh oh oh! Oh! OH! Brain explosion! You should teach us how to fight!" Mabel shouted.

"Ehhhh, no. Count me out," Dipper said quickly, "I've had more than enough combat for one lifetime, thank you very much."

"Aw, c'mon Dip Dip! You've kicked lots of butt before!"

"And I nearly died! Multiple times!"

Stan laughed. "Heh heh, never stopped me."

Mabel lifted herself up to the peak of her tiptoes. "Please, Grunkle Stan! Teach me to how to kick butt the Stan way!"

"Well, I guess it would kill an afternoon. Plus, I was a pretty tough champ when I was your age." Stan boasted.

His brother finally entered the conversation. "Didn't you get the daylights beat out of you about a hundred times?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Know-It-All. How many jerks did you beat in the ring?" Stan turned back to his neice. "Mabel, meet me on the front lawn, cause I'm gonna teach you to box!"

"YES!" she cheered.

"Oh boy" Dipper mumbled.

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Stan didn't need his family's vote of confidence to pull this off. This was gonna be great! He was going to pass down his skill to his beloved niece. What could go wrong?

He decided to have them practice in the front yard to give them more space to move freely. Despite their hesitations, Ford and Dipper were seated together on the porch sofa, looking ready to call an ambulance at a moment's notice.

Pfft, what do they take me for? Some kind of idiot?

It didn't matter. Right now, Stan was focused on Mabel and her journey to badassery.

He and Mabel stood opposite of each other. Her stance was incredibly goofy and her fists were poised in the wrong position. This was going to take some work.

"Alright kiddo, the first rule of boxing is to keep your eyes on your opponent. If they get the drop on you, it's game over."

Mabel's eyes popped cartoonishly out of her head.

"Sheesh, don't look that hard. Rule number two: don't stop moving. You're a harder target if you keep moving. Now try and do what I do."

Stan began to bounce back and forth from on foot to the other in a circle around Mabel. She picked up the technique quickly and did the same, albeit a little stiffly.

"Like this?" Mabel asked.

"Loosen up a little, you gotta keep loose if you want to stay in the game," Stan guided gently. "Now you're gonna want to look for an opening. Try and take a swing."

Mabel reeled her arm back as far as she could and swung it through the air. She had forgotten to think about her balance, though, and she spun herself in a circle before plopping her behind on the spiky grass.

"That's alright, kid, that's alright. Get up, let's try that again," Stan said. He wasn't about to let a little clumsiness deter her progress.

Encouraged by her uncle's words, Mabel jumped back up and got right back into position.

"Keep moving, keep moving," he reminded her.

The next swing was more controlled than the first. It didn't hit Stan, but she was understanding the flow.

"Now, you're getting it! Remember to keep circling, and keep your eyes on me," Stan laughed excitedly. "Ha ha! Come on, that's it!"

When it looked to be the right moment, Mabel reeled her arm back once more, and with the precision of a pro, sailed her fist up to meet her grunkle's bottom jaw.

It hurt something fierce, but he was too gosh dang proud of her to care.

"Oh! That was it, that was the one. Oh, I'm going down! I've been hit! Tell my story!" Stan cried in true dramatic uncle fashion, reveling in the way his hollers were making Mabel laugh. He pretended to stumble around awkwardly, like she had knocked him silly. With a final groan, he belly-flopped into the grass with a great big oomph!

Mabel hurried over to check if he was alright, giving him a little shake. Unfortunately, her tiny hands were pushing into the area behind his ribs, and even more unfortunately, Stan was ticklish.

He coughed out a laugh.

"No, nono, nono, now you're tickling," Stan eyeing her from over his shoulder.

Mabel grinned brightly, relieved that her grunkle wasn't hurt, and started to climb onto his back. Her little fingers soon found themselves scratching at his sides.

Stan couldn't stop himself from chuckling. This was so embarrassing. He had been going easy on her to give her confidence, but now she truly had him in a tight spot. One that he couldn't see his way out of.

"No! Nohow- now- now we don't do that in the riHing! No! No, the tickling! I can't stand the tickling!" Stan tried to crawl away, but he couldn't escape with Mabel on his back. The tickling was weakening him, and he fell and rolled onto his back. This now gave Mabel more places to tickle him. He belly-laughed helplessly as his feet kicked in little circles, as if he was riding an invisible bicycle. "HELP, STAHANFORD!"

Ford, meanwhile, had seen everything go down from his place on the couch. He chuckled warmly at the sight of his surly twin brother getting the snot tickled out of him by their spritely young niece. "Attagirl Mabel," he said under his breath.

The young fighter struggled to keep her balance atop Stan as he rolled around, trying to get up.

"Wohoah! It's like I'm riding a bull!" Mabel laughed. Her hands were now scribbling everywhere on his torso she could reach.

"This is cheheheating! Out of bohounds! Fohohoul! Penalty!" Stan laughed harder.

"I learned from the best. Do you say 'uncle'?"

"Your uhuncle never says 'uncle'!"

Ford's voice rings out across the lawn, "Liar!"

"SHUT UHUP FORD!"

Mabel was determined to get Stan to give up. Fighting may not have come easily to her, but tickle fighting sure did.

"Say 'uncle'!"

"Neveheher!"

It was obvious to everyone, including Stan, that Mabel was winning. She was mercilessly attacking his weak spots while he could barely get a word out.

"You cahahaha- you cahahaha-" Stan tried, but his lungs were too full of laughter to make room for speech. He tried again, utilizing his old man powers.

"You cahan't do this to me. I'm old, I'm frail, I'm weak!"

"Then say 'uncle'!"

Dammit.

There was one more rule that Stan had forgotten to mention: know when to tap out.

"Alrihihight, alrihihight! Uncle! I gihihihive!" Stan gasped in defeat.

"Yay! Mabel's the champion!" Said champion cheered as she immediately hopped down off her uncle.

Dipper and Ford clapped and whooped for Mabel. Stan was still on his back in the grass, regaining his breath. The sun above his face nearly blinded him, until a sweet little face blocked it out.

"Did I do good, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked.

With the strength he could muster, he replied, "You did great, pumpkin! Ha ha! That's my Mabel!" Stan sat up, dusting himself off. "You've got real gumption, kid."

"I still don't know what that word means, but thank you."

"Alright, let's get inside. Your Grunkle Stan needs a nap. And an ibuprofen."

So boxing lessons didn't go quite as Stan expected, but he had fun anyway.

His little niece was a real firecracker of a kid. Just like someone else he knew.

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Not as long as the last one, but I just wanted something fun, short, and sweet 😊🍭

[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]

LER DIPPER IS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE OH MY GOSH!! 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

Mabel Pines, Journal Thief

With thanks to @gravityfallsaddict124 for this utterly adorable prompt! Always wanted to write for Gravity Falls, so I do hope this is well-received!

Summary: All Dipper wanted to do was read his journal before bed. But Mabel had other plans. At least Dipper knows how to make Mabel give it back.

A/N: Much platonic, most wow. Also Dipper's a little mean in this one, so read with caution if you're in a lee mood :D

Word Count: 1.6k

Enjoy <3

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It had been a weird and wonderful day in Gravity Falls, like usual. In the aftermath of the latest crazy hijinks, featuring an innocent task of dealing with the gnomes on the front lawn of the Mystery Shack due to their Grunkle Stan’s complaints about the short and bearded misters appearing and terrifying the paying customers, the plan was for Dipper to read through his journal quietly until he had to sleep. Until…

“Ugh! Mabel, give me it back!” Dipper implored, even as he chased his twin sister around the Mystery Shack. Mabel giggled as she was still racing around the home, Journal #3 held tight in her hands.

“Gotta catch me first, Dipper!” Mabel crowed. “I’m on five ultra-shots of Mabel Juice, you’ll never get this journal off of me, little brother!”

“Ugh! Mabel, come on! This isn’t funny!” Dipper said, getting annoyed. Why did Mabel have to do this…? How was he going to catch his sister and get his journal back? Dipper then thought of something. Dipper knew he was ticklish, and twins had a higher chance to share their weaknesses. Which meant…!

“Oh, Mabel! I’m gonna getcha~!” came the crooning call from Dipper. Mabel’s feet screeched to a halt, enough to Dipper to lunge forth and grab her, taking his sibling to the floor. Mabel gasped and looked up, to see Dipper’s hands gripping her wrists and pulling them over her head.

“What?!” Mabel asked, giggling nervously as she tried wriggling out, but there was no give. Dipper grinned.

“I did ask nicely, Mabel. But since you won’t give back what belongs to me, I’ll just make you give it back.” Dipper said, his fingers not ceasing their wiggling as he slowly lowered those digits down to Mabel’s sides.

Mabel closed her eyes, giggling freely. But when no tickles came, she peeked one eye open and looked to Dipper, who smirked above her.

“Whahahat are you doing? Just dohoho it, Dihihipper!” Mabel complained. But Dipper chuckled and shook his head in response, not letting his twin turn her sight away from the ever wiggling digits.

“I’m gonna get ya good, Mabel. You know I will.” Dipper continued, enjoying Mabel’s quiet and nervous laughter way more than he probably should. “And I’m not gonna stop the tickles you’re gonna get until you’re crying…”

Mabel’s cheeks burned red and she did her best to turn her head away from Dipper.

“Oh, right. I forgot how the word makes you blush.” Dipper chuckled. “Does it make you feel tingly, Mabel?”

Mabel’s anticipatory smile was so wide by now, one could assume it almost looked painful. But the stubborn girl held herself together as best as she could, despite Dipper’s teasing croons that were working wonders to stir her nerves up.

“D-Dip… we can talk about this. From one twin to another…” Mabel stuttered, trying to bargain her way out of her impending doom. Dipper’s mischievous grin widened, as did Mabel’s own, but more from a nervous standpoint rather than a mischief-laced one.

“Nothing to talk about, Mabel.” Dipper responded. “Revenge is sweet.” he said, before his wiggling digits finally landed and took off along Mabel’s stomach, pinching along her lower stomach. For Mabel, to finally get her tickles Dipper promised was a bit like a twisted blessing. No more anticipation, cause she was never the best at handling that anyway.

But now Mabel’s senses were overwhelmed with maddening tickles inflicted by her cheeky twin brother, her mind overcome with only one recurring thought: “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!”

And poor Mabel shrieked before she fell into hysteric giggles, pushing at Dipper’s hands the best that she could.

“D-DIPPER! NOHOHOHO!!!!” Mabel squealed, the girl lost in a world of near-musical laughter that was a delight to hear.

“No? No, no tickles here?” Dipper asked, smiling.

Mabel shook her head, the girl trying her best to plead, but to Dipper, it just sounded like a mix of pleas and nonsensical words that Mabel made up, none of which could be made to be articulate by anyone, no matter the level of their IQ. But let’s be honest… not like Dipper was going to end his fun too early.

“You think I’ll let go? Not happening, Mabel. Not yet, anyway. Maybe I should go right here~!” Dipper said, moving his ticklish touch to flip Mabel over. His fingers began to spider along Mabel’s back, tickling softly down her spine and squeezing right the way back up.

Mabel was squeaking like a mouse on the run from Grunkle Stan with a broom, laughing into the carpet below, her fists weakly banging into the soft plush fabric. “N-NOHOHOHOT THERE EITHER, DIPPER!”

Oh, as for Dipper? He was having the time of his life right now. “Well, where then, Mabel? Where should I go? Can’t leave any tickle spot of yours unchecked, have to be efficient. Come on, pick somewhere for me.”

Thank goodness that Dipper wasn’t able to see Mabel’s face at the present moment, because Mabel was pretty sure if she went into one of the gnome craters from earlier, buried the soil up to her head and closed her eyes, she could pass for a very large tomato with how red her face was.

“I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Mabel attempted to argue, though it came out muffled from her face still stubbornly smashed into the carpet. Dipper sighed.

“Well, if you’re not gonna choose somewhere, Mabel… guess I’ll just have to go to that spot.” Dipper sighed, faking disappointment. And in that moment, Mabel Pines felt her blood turn to ice at the very implication of Dipper even touching that particular spot… which happened to be the entirety of her ribs.

“D-DON’T YOU DARE!” Mabel demanded, suddenly making a real attempt to escape. But Dipper’s hands were quicker, and he turned Mabel back over so she was now looking up at her cheeky twin brother.

“Oh, I dare. But if you just give me back my journal, this can stop.” Dipper encouraged, reaching down to take it. But Mabel simply shoved the journal under her sweater, and then she blew a raspberry at Dipper in response, giggling at his grumbled response.

“You little…” Dipper mumbled, before his confidence came back. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, Mabel.”

Mabel’s confidence wavered as she felt a weight settle across her legs. And one simple look provided her with the reason: Dipper had made himself comfortable and held her hands in one of his own, while the other was inching her sweater and shirt up. The journal sat on top of her bare stomach, and Dipper took the book out of harm’s way, resting his freed hand on Mabel’s ribs.

Mabel’s breath caught in her throat, and a barely repressed squeak left her tightly-zipped lips as she felt Dipper’s nails stationary near the very ticklish bones. Dipper grinned. He knew just how ticklish Mabel was here, but he couldn’t resist a little more verbal teasing. His fingers made torturously slow circles on her ribs as he spoke.

“This spot is my favourite. You know that, Mabel? I can do anything I want here, at any pace I want. Soft tickles make you a little giggle-train, but if I blow a raspberry here, or count every ticklish rib you have… well, you can shriek so loud, you’d make someone think you’re being murdered. I don’t know if you could make Sheriff Blubs or Deputy Durland hear you from here, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.” Dipper recalled.

Mabel groaned through her barely-repressed snickers. “Yeah, yeah.”

Dipper waited a few moments more, and when he felt the tension ease from Mabel’s body, he struck. He pressed his hands on her ribs and delivered a series of rapid fire pokes and pinches, making sure to massage the spaces between the bones to pull the best reactions out of his ticklish twin sister.

And Dipper got the reactions from Mabel immediately. The poor girl fell into shrieking cackles at once. Her ribs were overcome with tingles, and it was driving Mabel absolutely mental.

“D-DIHIHIHIPPER! NOHOHOHO-! I CAHAHAHAN’T-! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD, DIP!” Mabel managed to press out through her hysterical laughter.

“Man, you’re loud.” Dipper murmured, adding Mabel’s hips to the already very ticklish mix. Mabel’s laughter went much more silent, the feeling of both of her bad tickle spots at once completely throwing her into silence, much to Dipper’s amusement.

“That’s much better. If I knew both of your good spots earlier, I could’ve saved myself so many headaches.” Dipper joked. “Have you gotten more ticklish or something, Mabel? Cause I’m pretty sure you have.”

Mabel was truly stuck right now. Tears glistened in her eyes, and her stomach was beginning to hurt from all this laughing. She coughed through her waning giggles, and Dipper heard it.

“Say sorry and I’ll stop.” Dipper said, slowing his tickles down so Mabel could actually speak, but not stopping just yet, waiting patiently as Mabel caught her breath, Dipper having traced slow circles on her stomach while he waited for her to speak.

It took Mabel a while, but eventually she managed to get it out. “Ah… m’sorry, Dip…”

“Okay, good. And you promise that you won’t take my journal again?” Dipper asked. Mabel nodded. Dipper hummed, not quite satisfied with that answer. His traces picked up ever so slightly, to a muffled squeak from Mabel again.

“Gonna need verbal confirmation there, Mabel.” Dipper said. Mabel groaned but she eventually gave in.

“Alright, alright. I… I promise.” Mabel responded. And Dipper grinned.

“And you also say that I’m the best brother in the whole world and you’re lucky to have me?”

Mabel groaned loudly. “D-Dipper!”

Dipper finally stopped his fingers and helped Mabel up, dusting her sweater down.

“If you try this again, Mabel… what I did just now is going to seem merciful.” Dipper stated, taking his journal into his arms and leaving to their shared room to read in peace.

Mabel stood alone in this room for now. As she left the room soon after Dipper, one thing remained in her mind.

“I am so taking that dumb book again.”

[lopsicle]

Day three of tickletober and I’m already burned out (‘•w•’) I’m just kidding, I’m just tired because I have Spanish homework that makes no sense :(

Mask did you know I’m the world’s biggest Mabifica shipper?

When Stars Meet In The Northwest

Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Characters: Lee Pacifica, Ler Mabel.

Summary: Mabel has been begging for cuddles and Pacifica gives in, and nothing goes wrong.

Warnings: None! Though this is a tickle fic

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‘Pacifica…Pacificaaaaaa!’

Pacifica didn’t even glance up from her book at this point, a blank expression on her face which only shifted whenever she blinked or yawned. It wasn’t like she was annoyed or anything like that, she had just gotten used to tuning out Mabel’s loud, whiny antics in favour of getting whatever she was doing at the time finished before giving her attention to her girlfriend again.

Once she finally looked up from her book, she saw Mabel sitting by her socked feet, her eyes wide and locked on Pacifica, pure adoration resting in her pupils. Wordlessly, the brunette raised her arms and made grabby hands towards Pacifica, not always being the best at verbalising her requests, even if she had been shouting for attention for the last fifteen minutes.

Pacifica smiled a little at her, grabbing Mabel by her armpits and pulling the girl into her lap, having discarded her book to the side. Mabel smiled widely, squeaking a little from happiness as she immediately nestled herself into her girlfriend’s lap.

‘You know,’ Pacifica spoke softly, wrapping one protective arm around Mabel’s shoulders, ‘you can just use your words and ask for cuddles next time.’

Mabel shook her head, giggling playfully as she rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder, keeping her arms wrapped around her neck. ‘Nope! Bothering you is so much more fun that!’

‘Mhm,’ Pacifica rested her back against a soft, fluffy pillow , finally having stopped shuffling around enough for Mabel to get fully settled onto her girlfriend’s lap. ‘I’ll give you that, if there’s one thing your better at me at, your a really great pest.’

Mabel let out a fake gasp as Pacifica stuck out her tongue at the girl, a smirk on her lips. ‘Excuse me? Excuse you? Excuse us?! I’m your girlfriend, not a pest, I’m allowed to say that about myself, you aren’t!’

Mabel huffed, staring right up at Pacifica with a serious-unserious expression plastered onto her face. Pacifica played along with her bit, raising her hands up defensively as she giggled.

‘Alright, Iahah’m saharry, your not a pest, sweetie,’ Pacifica smiled sweetly at her, though Mabel didn’t seem fully satisfied, still feeling slightly mischievous.

‘Your not really sorry, if you were you wouldn’t be laughing! Hm, how about I give you something to laugh about then?’

Before Pacifica could even process what Mabel was saying, her girlfriend’s fingers had already plunged themselves into her armpits. The girl gaped sharply, clenching up her arms and effectively trapping Mabel’s fingers against her hollows.

‘W-waihahahat, Mahahahabel!!’

It wasn’t too uncommon that Pacifica would become the victim of her girlfriend’s tickle attacks, it was practically a given seeing how much Mabel loved to tickle people all the time and I mean all the time. The girl never, ever got tired of making some squeal and laugh at just a couple pokes or scratches, and Pacifica was no exception to this rule. In fact, ever since they started dating, Pacifica had become even more of a target for Mabel’s dexterous, tickling fingers.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’

Mabel grinned as she saw how red Pacifica’s face got from that, finally making the girl raise her arms up to cover her blushing, flustered face, in turn leaving those sensitive hollows totally helpless to Mabel’s fingers.

‘Dahahahahahan’t sahahahahay thahahahat wahahahaahard!!’

The Northwest squealed and wriggled and writhed against Mabel’s hands but she couldn’t really do much to get away since her girlfriend was on top of her. And she’d rather die then pull her arms down to show off her blushing, laughing face. Mabel just giggled at her antics though, tilting her head, almost like an idea sparked in her brain,

‘Can you really not handle it when someone says tickle? Poor ticklish Pacifica, can’t handle any of the tickles on her super ticklish armp-!’

‘Stahahahaahahahap thahahahahahahat!!’

Pacifica cried out as that annoying, crimson reminder of her embarrassment had crept all the way up to her ears now, making the girl wish she could just hide her face in her llama sweater. She got a lot more squirmy at this point, eager for an escape from the tickle monster that she had decided to date, the girl’s socked heels pounded down onto the bed while her waist sharply twisted about from side to side, hoping to get away from Mabel’s hands.

But since Mabel was tickling her from both sides, she just ended up adorably flinging herself into her girlfriend’s nails each time, causing her to squeal and flinch away. Mabel just smiled fondly at the sight, it want like it was rare for Pacifica to show emotion but she looked absolutely, adorable hysterical right now in a way Mabel barely ever got to see.

And truth be told, Pacifica wasn’t hating it either. The poor blonde was just never really used to being flustered at all, much less in front of her girlfriend of all people, and because of tickling (that’s still hard for her to say) of all things. Even with that, the sensations were so pleasant and tingly, it was like a massage but the Mabel way; the way that makes you scream with laughter.

Unfortunately for Pacifica though, the girl really wasn’t able to handle that much tickling given that she hadn’t experienced much of it in her childhood. She slid her arms away from her face very slowly, showing that sweet, hysterical smile of hers that distracted Mabel momentarily as she just looked adoringly at her girlfriend, who asked through giggles,

‘Nahahaha more, pleahahase,’

Mabel’s fingers almost immediately left Pacifica’s armpits as she sat next to her and, while she was still re catching her breath, scooped her up and set her down on her lap, keeping one comforting arm wrapped around her waistline while she gently flicked and messed around with her ponytail with the other.

‘You know, for someone as..twordish as you, you handled that really well!’

Pacifica smiled at her before laying her head on Mabel’s chest, cuddling up to her.

‘I am so lucky to have you, Mabel Pines.’

——-

I may have mentioned this before but I am the world’s leading connoisseur in Mabifica, I am Mabifica’s biggest supporter. If Mabifica has 100 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 1 fan, that’s me. If Mabifica has zero fans, I am dead. This is an amazing ship, anyway, I hoped you enjoyed that fic because I did not proofread any of that shi

[veryblushyswitch]

I am now also writing a fic based off this moment because oh my gosh ticklish Dipper is all I can think about apparently- 🌲

[cloudysfluffs]

If you’re accepting requests, I’d love to see any tk hcs you have for the pines family! No rush of course!

OF COURSE!!!!! havent written hcs in a while but i bet i can come up with some :3

PINES FAMILY TICKLE HCS UNDER THE CUT!!!! KINK/FETISH BLOGS DON'T TOUCH!!!!! HALF OF THEM ARE MINORS AND ALL OF THEM ARE RELATED!!!!! DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!!!!!

Dipper

definitely the biggest lee in the family i fear. he's canonically ticklish and i just KNOW no one lets him live it down. least of all his sister

his ribs are his main spot!!! BUT also since idk where else to mention this, all of the pines family also have a spot that they share!!! theyre all ticklish on their backs :3

my boyfriend picked his rib spot because he always wears that vest. he thinks itll protect him. it wont

squeaks a LOT, his laugh is very high-pitched. his family/friends like to poke him a lot because of the noises he makes

he is SO embarrassed about it but he actually does like being tickled!!!! but he will NEVER ask for it. ever. luckily mabel has very good insight and can always tell when hes in a mood

out of everyone, surprisingly, he might like sessions from stan the most!! stan isnt QUITE as good at reading him, but dipper has learned that intentionally getting on his nerves is a good way to get wrecked for it (ex: the 'stans tattoo' short? stan nearly tickled him to DEATH for that stunt)

so incredibly paranoid that someone might find out that he likes this. hes definitely the type to search 'tickle scene' on the family computer and FREAK OUT if anyone walks in

generally prefers sessions with people hes really close to/that he knows he can trust and they wont take advantage

Mabel

exact opposite of dipper. the families biggest ler!!!! and she is making it EVERYONES problem!!!!

completely shameless about finding tickling fun ("it's a game for kids!!! we're kids!!! relax!!!!")

if dipper ever starts acting paranoid or 'too-grown-up' she swoops in to the rescue to remind him that its OK to like silly, childish things!!!!

her and stan are a VERY DANGEROUS TEAM. they regularly form alliances to take down the other two twins. and they have yet to lose!!!!

kind of feared the day that dipper would 'grow out of' playing with her. but when ford came home she was a lot less worried, because him and stan never really grew out of it!!!

queen of cheer up tickles. her smile is very contagious

she will make jokes WHILE tickling you, just to be like 'wow, i must be really funny, if you're laughing so much!!' <3

she DOES have a lee side, and she's also completely shameless about that!! she just likes tickling other people more :3

Stan

have you noticed that hes like. almost never in gravity falls tk headcanon posts? unless hes specifically suggested? i have seen so many include dipper, mabel, ford, and just skip over him shjdkhsdfk. i dont understand why, hes got so much potential!!!!

anyway, second biggest ler of the family. and hes really only ranked below mabel because mabel is so SLIPPERY. she cannot be caught unless she WANTS to be. stans a little easier to take off guard

also much more shameless about it. takes literally every opportunity to tease his nephew in particular

i mentioned above that dipper tends to try to get on his nerves to get tickled for it, because stan doesnt seem to pick up on it otherwise. i should add that stan absolutely knows that hes doing that JUST to play with him. he knows dipper isnt just being annoying on purpose. and he respects it!!! because it means dipper is toughening up, and standing up to him!!! even if its for kind of a silly reason. he wont let dipper know he knows, though

hes also been interested in ticklng since he was young. him and ford BOTH were, seperately, and then they found out at the same time and were BOTH like 'YOU TOO??????? I THOUGHT I WAS THE WEIRD ONE'

hes got that boxer training, so if you try and start a fight with him and youre NOT mabel, youre gonna lose. hes REALLY good at pinning lees down

hes got like. one, single exception that he will willingly be lee for. but he will never tell you who it is. ("what are you, a cop?")

ford could, theoretically, beat him in a tk fight.....but he never does. :)

Ford

unpopular opinion i fear, but this man is a LEE!!!!!! my mind will not be changed!!!!!! biggest lee in the family, second only to dipper

"oh but he has six fingers! wouldnt that make him a great ler by default?" of course it would!!!! thats why its SO FUNNY thats he's a lee.

hes got 12 fingers in total. hes been fighting his way through the multiverse for thirty years, so hes TOUGH. muscular, with a lot of training. AND HES A LEE. he has so much potential and hes using NONE of it when it comes to this!!!!! do you guys see the vision

him and dipper bond over being the lees of the family. he has apologized for passing it down to his nephew in the past. meanwhile mabel and stan are chanting 'ALPHA TWIN! ALPHA TWIN!' in the other room

this man could fill journals JUST about the sessions he had in the multiverse

him and stan have been play-fighting since they were children, and he loses almost every single time. mostly because stan is a dirty cheater who will bring tickling into it without fail and thats all it takes for ford to crumble

the only person he was consistently winning tickle fights with, ever, was fiddleford, back when they were partners. AND EVEN THEN he still LOST, all the time!!!! and now he doesnt even stand a chance against mcgucket. much like mabel, he is simply too slippery

my favorite tickly dynamic with ford though is his one with bill. bill thinks tickling is SO entertaining!!! so back in the days of their partnership, sometimes theyd take a break from work just to have a session in the mindscape. LITERALLY fords 'dream sessions'. bill holds this over his head to this day. the chain scene, from weirdmageddon???? he has used that exact method in past sessions

HIS PALMS ARE TICKLISH. adding to the irony that his greatest asset as a ler is what makes him the best lee

[veryblushyswitch]

STOP THIS IS SO PLAYFUL AND CUTE!! 💖💖💖

Experience (Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica)

Summary: Pacifica feels out of her element when she watches the twins roughhouse. Lucky for her, Dipper doesn’t mind showing her how it’s done. (Based on a prompt by the lovely @veryblushyswitch!! This could be interpreted as Dipcifica, I do hint to a bit of crushing but the fic could be read as totally platonic too. Hope you enjoy it!)

Pacifica Northwest had not had a normal childhood. Well, that was selling it quite short. She had grown up as a rich, spoiled child who was cared for by nannies rather than her own parents. All of her friends were hand-picked and approved, other children who were trained to smile and look pretty, to obey. And, as the only heir to the Northwest name, she had no siblings to play with, leaving her to use her imagination as she played with expensive, porcelain dolls.

Most of the people in Gravity Falls were terrified of her, or treated her as some sort of celebrity. They were desperate for her approval and attention, but only knew the most basic, textbook facts about her. Yes, it was a privileged and comfortable life, but it was lonely in its own special way.

It wasn’t until Pacifica met Dipper and Mabel Pines that she realized all that she had missed out on. She watched the way that the two of them interacted with one another, or with their great-uncles, or their friends, and a wave of jealousy went through her.

Although their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, Pacifica quickly grew to view the Pines twins as the friends she had always longed to have. Their chaos, creativity, and genuine kindness were all traits that she had rarely seen in the people her family allowed her to socialize with. It was a very welcome change of pace.

Speaking of chaos, it was rare to be around Dipper and Mabel and not be drawn into the madness of their everyday life if Gravity Falls. When they weren’t getting into trouble with the various creatures around, they were causing trouble around the Mystery Shack.

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[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)

[sleepingdeath-light]

random fluff hcs ; dipper

requested by ; anonymous (18/02/22)

fandom(s) ; gravity falls

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; dipper pines

outline ; “Could I request some Dipper Pines x reader fluff? Drabble or headcanons maybe?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

holds your hand whenever he’s stressed or anxious, always feeling much safer and more confident once he’s made contact with you

he’s a terrible flirt: he stumbles over his words, turns bright red and isn’t able to look at you when he does it — but he tries his best

despite your first date being casual, he showed up in his best clothes because he panicked and wanted to make a good impression

immediately after your first kiss he just said ‘wow’ before stumbling over his words as he realised that it was a silly thing to say

will rant about magic and science for hours, explaining everything in such detail that he paints a crystal clear image in your mind

he gives fantastic massages and will over them alongside a cup of hot chocolate and some of your favourite sweets whenever you’re stressed

your contact name in his phone is ‘(name) 💙’ (he likes blue)

whenever you’re having a rough day and he can’t be there with you for whatever reason, he’ll order your favourite takeout to be delivered to your home and will send you a text saying something along the lines of ‘take care of yourself, i love you’ but in a much geekier way

incredibly sentimental and keeps every card you send him but you’ll never catch him admitting to it

sometimes when he can’t think of something sweet or romantic to say, he’ll send your message to mabel and ask her to brainstorm a response with him

you have matching couple jumpers (mabel made them, obviously)

loves going on walks with you but he also loves staying inside and either watching a film, playing a game or reading together

he wears reading glasses at night and this combined with his plaid pyjamas makes him look like a 20 year old grandfather — he says he doesn’t see it but you certainly do

he’s extremely ticklish on his neck and will try and hide in his shoulders if you try and tickle him

if you kiss him on his birth mark then he’ll turn pink and avert his gaze — he doesn’t do well with being flustered

[starlightrosa]

Hi hi!!- aghh this is so embarrassing but ykw im breaking my outter shy bubble! Can you make a little Ler!Ford headcannons or a little write prompt scenario or something-? If not its ok!!- i wont be mad!!

Ford is just a big comfort character for me idk why ;^; anywhos have a cookie for coolness!-🍪

Aww hello there, dearest! Don’t be embarrassed, my lovely, I don’t bite!

*chomps cookie* Yum, thanks :3

headcannons for you :)

Ford, I feel, would be a ler leaning switch. He targets Dipper and Mabel most, but sometimes he goes for Stanley.

He definitely once made up a fake entry in one of the journals, explaining a rare sighting of a monster to fool Dipper. That monster being, the Tickle Monster. Gets Dipper every time!

Five fingers all on a tickle spot is bad enough? But Ford has six. So if he finds that tickle spot, his lee is an absolute GONER.

and now for lee!Ford <3

Ford as lee is a bit more common than one would assume. I mean, the guy spent years between dimensions. Who wouldn’t be a little touch-starved?

He prefers softer tickles to rougher ones. But if he’s stressed, he will go to Stanley. His brother is a fearsome tickler, and sometimes you just wanna laugh your lil head off and forget your problems.

Tickle fights with Mabel are common. Sometimes he wins. Sometimes he don’t.

Ford wears a turtleneck and a jacket. I’ve never seen him take it off in the show. It might be cold in Gravity Falls… or Ford is insanely ticklish on his torso and neck areas, wink nudge ;)

I think that’s all I have for now, lovely! Thank you for the ask, a pleasure meeting you :)

[grunklefordpines]

hey, grunkle ford? ...this is going to sound like a reeeally stupid question, but do you know any of calypso's "weaknesses"?? or anything? cuz— okay. might be a bit different? i kinda dont know— but, back when bill took over dipper's body, we (obviously) fixed that whole mess! but that was mostly cuz like, i know dipper's SUPER ticklish. and like, the lack of sleep helped too obviously, but... i dont know, its something, right? - @mabel-angelo

Weaknesses..Ugh—Yes, but they would possibly kill Calypso.

I can run through my journal, again—Make sure there isn’t anything I missed…Certainly, I didn’t only put what kills them—I’m skipping through too hastily—Did they ever tell me their weaknesses, anyway? Would they have?

[anxious-lee]

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LIVE FOR TICKLISH DIPPER 💖💖💖 Literally insanely ticklish comically!! You can’t tell me Stan and/or Mabel have exploited his ticklishness to Ford because they know how flustered Dipper gets about it especially with someone like Ford who he looks up to. And to have Ford tickle him?! He’d be so blushy and embarrassed but then Ford would tell him it’s scientifically normal and be so nice about it! Ugh I love lee Dipper 🦋

GIRL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW 💘💘💘

when I was in middle school, I had a gigantic crush on dipper and when I found out he was ticklish, I stewed on it for weeks lollll

[veryblushyswitch]

THE FAMILY EVER!! 😭💖💖💖 They care about each other so much I can’t- The way Mabel gives him a stuffed animal to cuddle at the end!! Hello that is so fucking cute!!! 🥺💖

Hello, Hello!

This is the first fanfic I have ever ever written!! Isn't that cool?

Just so you know, this is a fanfic about tickling, so if you dislike that then please don't interact!

Lers: Grunkle Stan, Mabel

Lee: Dipper

"Give it back!!"

That was the first thing Grunkle Stan heard that morning. Judging by the screechy girlish nature of the voice...it was probably Dipper. it was just a little too girly to be Mabel. It was too early for this. Only thirty minutes past noon, we're they trying to take away his beauty sleep or something? It was probably some pointless argument that could be settled with less than a paragraph anyway...may as well check on them. He knew how big stupid fights could get between siblings.

"Oh c'mon..."

He groaned, sitting up and cracking his back before dragging himself downstairs. There he saw the sight of the problem: the journal. Mabel was holding it above her head, running around while trying her darn hardest to convince him into taking a break.

"Oh come on Dipper! Just for one day! Take a break, you'll be fine!"

"I can't take a break! We don't know everything that's out there! Give it back!"

Right before he tried to snatch it, she pulled away, running up to Grunkle Stan. Her and Dipper ran circles around him, who was barely processing what was happening in his sleepy un-caffeinated state, groaned and grabbed Dipper by the back of his jacket.

"Look kiddo, shooting star here is right. You keep your nose stuffed in that book 24/7, you'll give yourself bad eye sight like me."

Dipper fought against his grip, trying to tug himself away while shooting Mabel a half hearted glare.

"But I still have things to be doing! Grunkle Stan you don't get it! I need the journal back!"

Stan groaned and thought for a moment or two. How was he supposed to work this out between the two? Especially when he wasn't entirely awake, nonetheless. He knew a few tactics that tired Dipper out, but judging by the chaos he was woken up to, no, he had to go big or go home.

"Mabel, hide the journal somewhere and meet me in the living room with your brother."

"What?! But Grunkle Stan!-"

"No buts! You wake me up over something stupid? You'll learn not to."

Without letting Dipper really process those words, Mabel already running off to hide the book, Stan brought Dipper to the living room by the arm. He sat down and gripped both his shoulders, making eye contact and speaking in a serious yet concerned and somewhat soft tone.

"Look kid, you're too young to be worried about this whole...cryptid thing. I understand you have a nack for it, but take a break why don't ya?"

Dipper avoided eye contact for a few moments before nodding, giving a soft sigh and looking up at him again. He felt bad for causing his Grunkle stress, but he just had to find out what was going on with Gravity Falls.

"I'm almost a teenager though, and I know I can handle it! Please, I have so many things that I'm close to solving, I can't just...take a break now!"

"He can't even take a shower!"

Mabel chimed in, skipping from the doorway over to the two and looking at Grunkle Stan. He decided that enough was enough, it was time to make him relax, even if it was by forcing him into exhaustion.

He suddenly took two of Dippers wrists in one hand, taking off his hat since he'd probably squirm so much it fell off anyway. He then gave him a serious look, though it quickly turned into more of a mischievous smirk than anything as he raised his other hand, wiggling his fingers at him.

"You've been so busy with that book that I've practically forgotten what your laugh sounds like...Mabel sweetie? Get his ribs."

"WHAT-?!"

he went bright red in the face and nervously squeaked, leaning away from the hand that Stan was slowly moving towards his belly. He bit his lip, but it failed to cover the nervous yet giddy smile slowly forming.

"Oooh, gladly!"

His sister joining in too? That just wasn't fair! He'd probably be dead by the end of this. He leaned forward and away from her hands, only to yelp as he bumped his stomach against Stan's hand. He gave a soft burst of giggles and jerked back, only to find his ribs being spidered across by Mabel's fingers.

"MAahahahabehel!!"

He protested, trying to move away from her only to find his Grunkle's hand was still there waiting for him to do just that. He felt like a fly in a spiders web, and the idea of getting that journal back today wasn't looking good either...

Eventually both hands had closed in on him. One was scribbling all over his belly and occasionally jumping to his side to catch him off guard, while two more hands were running up and down his ribs and digging into the spaces in between. He let out multiple loud and embarrassingly girly shrieks, laughing his head off and trying to tug both arms down to no avail.

"WAHAahahahait- Gruhuhunkle Stahahan!! Thihis isn't fahahair!"

"Yeah well life ain't fair kiddo. You're taking a nap."

"I'm nohot evehen tihihirehed!!"

"You will be after this!"

Mabel suddenly shot back, moving her hands to his back and wiggling her fingers against his spine. One went up and down it rapidly while the other focused on where it met the neck, making him scrunch his shoulders up and snort a few times from laughing so hard.

"NONONOHONOnOHOHhohohooo!!- not theheRE!! Snrk- MAHABAHAL!!"

He squealed out, kicking his legs since his arms were still trapped, a wide smile stuck across his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his face burning bright red from the embarrassment of the situation, but it actually did feel kind of nice to relax like this for once...

He quickly regretted ever starting to enjoy it as he felt his shirt get lifted up, followed by Grunkle Stan picking him up and snickering down at him. He took a deep inhale before pressing his lips to his stomach, blowing a long raspberry against the skin. He flinched slightly at the shriek that Dipper produced, but managed to tune it out after a few seconds.

"GHAAAAHhhahaha!!- hic- NAHAHAH!! GRUAHAHANKAHAL-!!"

He shrieked out, pushing at his shoulders and head now that his arms were free while trying to squirm out of his lap. The bit of facial hair mixed with the raspberrys were driving him up the wall within seconds, and it didn't help that Mabel decided to start scratching at the hollows behind his knees.

He let out loud, high pitched cackles, repeatedly snorting and hiccuping whenever he attempted to take a break. Tiny tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his face scrunched up with how hard he was laughing. He started to get really wheezy, his brain shutting off for the most part due to being tickled senseless.

He kept laughing for maybe another minute or so, and despite really wanting to work on that journal yet again, he had his limits. He patted the back of Stans head, barely managing to speak through his own laughter.

"I'LL REHEST!! Ihihi'll rehehehehest pleEAHAHAA-!!!"

Him, who was already out of breath himself from blowing so many raspberries back to back, pulled his head away and let Dipper relax. Mabel gave a victorious grin and ruffled her twins hair, leaning on the seat while looking down at him.

"I knew you would! Come on, let's go to bed. I'll help you make your bed, it's a mess."

He only mumbled in response, still decently giggly from the tickle attack he was just forced through. After regaining his bearings, he managed to stand up, hugging himself and smiling at the two.

"Yeah yeah, okay..."

He considered saying something, but decided against it. They didn't need to know he actually had enjoyed that...as if they couldn't tell already though. He gently hugged Stan for a moment, yawning as he spoke due to being worn out.

"Good night, Grunkle Stan!"

"Night kiddo."

He fondly smiled back at him, ruffling his hair before breaking off the hug. He watched Mabel and Dipper leave to go upstairs, sighing before shutting his eyes. He'd probably just crash on the couch since he was still tired, but at least Dipper was gonna rest too. That put him at ease.

Mabel finished fixing his bed up for him, gently pulling a blanket back so he could lie down under it. He curled up under the blanket and gave a soft, content sigh, hugging a plushie Mabel let him borrow for the night. He shut his eyes, mumbling a soft "thank you" to Mabel, then slowly starting to doze off.

He smiled as he felt her ruffle his hair, the feeling helping his brain shut off into a peaceful sleep. He had the rest of summer to work, which still wasn't exactly a whole lot of time, but...maybe just...one day would be fine to rest. Not like he could or wanted to get out of bed now anyway.

He'd get back at Grunkle Stan and Mabel for this though.

[mysterytwins-anda-triangle]

Hi, again! Sorry if I keep annoying you. Just wanted to know…

Since you guys know you’re a tv show, I can say this…

Mabel you know how you tickled Bipper in order to get him out of Dippers body?

Do you think that was because of Dippers body, or is it Bill?

Oh, it’s not annoying! As for the question! Um…I don’t know? I think it was because of Dipper’s body, since he IS pretty ticklish! I have no idea if Bill is ticklish, though.

Eugh, please stop talking about when Bill possessed me. It still makes me shiver.