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Please will you do “It’s three in the morning.” For Sam and Dean x little sister!reader??

Hoi there anon! Hope this is alright! It seems a lil longer than my other two requests, whoopsie XD - maybe I just get a bit carried away writing SPN? Idk ahaha

“We’re not watching another one, Y/N!”

“Pleeeeease?”

“No! It’s three in the morning!”

“But I’m not tired!”

“Dean- help me out here!” Sam ran a hand through his hair, sitting back on the couch to seek support from your brother.

“What can I say?” He smirked, swirling the last drop of beer around in its bottle as he spoke. “She’s not wrong. They’re good…but…”

“But what?” You prompted, bending down from the cushions to deposit your empty popcorn bowl on the floor. The three of you had spent more than a healthy amount of time marathoning Game of Thrones - if asked why, you’d would point to Charlie -  but Sam was attempting to bring the night to a close.

“We should probably call it. We’ve got a case tomorrow.” Dean reasoned, your face contorting into a frown as he did so.

“So?” You snorted, pulling the abundance of blankets strewn across the sofa closer.

“So, I don’t want you napping in the Wendigo lair, sleepyhead.”

“It was one time-”

“Doesn’t matter. My point is, you’re gonna randomly conk out if you don’t sleep tonight.”

“Technically it’s early morning-”

“Don’t change the subject!” Sam cut in, giving you a knowing look. You just laughed.

“I’m not tired though!”

“‘I’m not tired!’ What are you? Five?!” Dean mimicked.

“Yeah.” You giggled, lobbing a pillow at Dean’s head. It hit his face, and he scowled at you.

“Alright,” Sam relented, grinning somewhat. “You wanna be a kid? We’ll treat you like a kid.” With that, you found yourself being tackled by six-foot-four of plaid; you yelped, taken by surprise. You tried to fight back, but within a couple of seconds, Sam had managed to gain the advantage, keeping you trapped against the arm of the couch. Not giving you a chance to protest, he wriggled his fingers into your sides, causing you to kick out in protest.

“S-Sam!”

“Yes?”

“Stop!”

No reaction. Instead, your older brother turned to Dean.

“Hey, you wanna help? She needs tiring out.”

“I dohohon’t need- DEAN!” You cried out as Dean lunged his hands towards your ribs before drawing back at the last second, eliciting an embarrassing shriek and a series of giggles you’d never admit to producing. Both of your siblings targeted your worst spots ruthlessly, with the experience only years of experience could bring. Sam’s hands had moved to pinch lightly around your stomach, whilst Dean had managed to snake his fingers under your arms, driving you halfway to insanity.

“Ahahaha! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GIHIHIHIVE!” It was annoying to hand Sam and Dean their victory so quickly, but you weren’t sure how much more of their tickling you could take. Much to your relief, they pulled back, ruffling your hair despite your scowling.

“Ihi’m not talking to you.”

“You just did.” Sam teased, giving you a final poke to the side. You glared at him.

“Whatever. I’m bringing your laptop on our case though. I will not abandon Netflix for a Wendigo.”

“Sure, if Sam lets you get near the damn thing. Now go to bed.” Dean had started clearing the empty bowls and bottles away - his back was to you, but you could sense the smug grin seeping off of him.

“Ugh, fine.”

“‘Night.” Sam smiled as you clambered off the couch, headed to bed. Tomorrow’s case would be about as exciting as a milk-run, but at least your brothers would be there to keep you company.

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Hi omg Gilmore Girls mentioned!?!?!?!

Could you please do Lee and Ler headcanons for the Gilmore Girls dudes??????

(Dean, Jess, Logan)

Omg of course! There needs to be more Gilmore Girls content!!!

Gilmore Girls Guys Headcanons:

Dean:

Lee:

This guy gives of the cackle giggle vibe

His snarky attitude will absolutely get him into trouble

And dispute this, his snark continues even whilst he’s tickled

Unfortunately his long limbs are a pro for him and a con for you because he can escape easier

Dean is probably more of a Ler than a Lee

His ticklish spots would be his waist and knees

Ler:

Dean loves to make you laugh, so tickling is a slightly common occurrence

Dean is definitely a teaser, thinking it’s funny how flustered you get

Will absolutely use his height as an advantage to help trap you

And since you’re shorter than him, he likes to sneak in little pokes to your armpits and waist when you reach up to grab something on a taller shelf

He likes to use tickle hugs, nuzzling his face into your neck whilst tickling at your sides

Dean’s favourite things about you are your laugh and smile, so when he first found out you were ticklish he was very happy and found it incredibly adorable

Jess:

Lee:

Will absolutely deny being ticklish at all costs no matter if you’ve proven it or not

His grumpy exterior will still stay when being tickled, however…he can’t keep the giggles in all the time

He hates being tickled so he will get a little annoyed if you continue

He is definitely a bargainer and a squirmer

More of a Ler

His spots are his ribs and waist

Ler:

More comfortable being a Ler

His teases are more sarcastic when it comes to tickling

He finds it amusing when he’s kissing you and your neck and you let out a squeak or giggle

Uses tickles as a threat to get you to do stuff like watch a certain movie or order his turn if take out

The type of guy to secretly get butterflies any time he hears you laugh

It definitely surprised him when he found out you’re ticklish, finding out on accident with the neck kissing situation

Logan:

Lee:

The time when his usual little giggles shine

He would definitely start to tickle you whilst you tickle him to get you to stop tickling him

Will use kisses to distract you whilst being tickled

I feel like he would secretly love it when you tickle him but he would never admit it

So with that I would say Logan is a Switch but probably more of a Ler

His spots would be his back and hips

Ler:

He is such a teasing Ler

Loves making you laugh and loves touching you so tickling is a given with him

Like Dean, he would also use tickle hugs to his advantage

Logan likes using random pokes and squeezes to your waist to catch you off guard

Will definitely tease you when he finds a new ticklish spot

Very happy and amused when he first finds out you’re ticklish and will tell you and make it known he will use it against you in the future

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Brotherly Advice

I still haven’t seen the last season of Supernatural and thankfully haven’t seen any spoilers so far *knocks on wood*. But I’ll probably break down and watch it at some point (and cry a lot). 

You go to your brother Dean Winchester for some advice, but things turn out a little too giggly than you expected. 

Gender neutral Y/N (use of beautiful and gorgeous to describe them, but I don’t see them as strictly feminine descriptors) having a crush on a male character. 

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“Dean, I need your help.”

Your older brother, Dean Winchester, quickly puts down the magazine he was reading and sits up in his bed.

“What is it Y/N? A demon? Werewolf? Skinwalker?” He grabs a revolver from under his pillow and checks the chamber for bullets.

“A boy.”

He looks at you with confusion in his eyes.

“Is he possessed?”

“No Dean, a normal boy. A perfectly normal…cute boy.”

“Ah,” he puts his revolver back under the pillow and pats the empty space next to him. You take a seat.

“His name is Andrew and we’ve been talking for a while, I really like him but I’m not sure if he likes me back,” you wring your hands together and look down, “I know it’s silly and we’re probably leaving in a few weeks anyways, but I’ve never felt this way before.”

Dean wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, “First of all, it’s not silly. Second, why don’t you just tell him?”

“He’s my first real friend ever and I don’t want to lose that,” you feel tears stinging your eyes, “he’s the most popular student in my class and all the girls are going after him, but he chose me.”

“Hey look at me,” you raise your watery eyes to look at Dean, “he chose you because he sees something beautiful in you.”

“That’s poetic,” you giggle.

“Seriously,” he chuckles and rolls his eyes, “no guy would stay up six hours with you on the phone.”

You feel your cheeks flush, “You knew about that?”

“Kid, your room is next door to mine, I heard everything.”

You blush even harder and dramatically flop back onto the bed, you cover your face with your arms.

“The point is Y/N, I lost out on great relationships because I didn’t communicate. You should talk to him.”

“But what if he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore?” You mumble into your arms.

“That won’t happen.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because who can say no to this gorgeous smile?”

Dean suddenly digs his fingers into your belly, you shoot your arms down and scream with laughter, frantically kicking out your legs. He squeezes your sides and wiggles up to your ribs, sending you into hysterics.

“Geez you’re even worse than Sammy,” Dean laughs.

“S-shut up!” You squeal as he wiggles his fingers in between your bottom ribs.

“But Cas is pretty bad too.”

“D-D-Dean!” You gasp for breath, he reaches down to your knees and gives them a good couple squeezes. You giggle hysterically and finally he lets you free, giving you space to calm back down.

“T-That was mean,” you curl up in a giggling ball.

“You never told me to stop,” Dean snorts. You blush furiously but choose to ignore him. You slowly uncurl and stand up from his bed.

“Thanks for the advice,” you smile softly, “I think I will talk to him.”

“Anytime Y/N, bring him over sometime. I bet he would love to see your little weakness,” he winks.

You let out a whine and leave his room, screaming down the hall, “Sammy! Dean’s being an asshat!”

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Can't Handle The Monster

Word count: 1785

Summary: Sam and Dean rescue you and find a way of becoming your big brothers.

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“What’s wrong with her, Sam? We just saved her ass and not a single thank you,” Dean whispered.

“She’s just a kid, Dean. A kid whose life has just been turned upside down.”

“Our lives were turned upside down, Sammy, but we still had manners.”

Sam scoffed.

“What?” Dean asked.

“You did not have manners.”

“I did for Bobby.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Bobby has saved our ass multiple times and I still said thank you every time.”

“She’s what? 11? 12? Doesn’t take a genius to work out she’s terrified.”

“Well what do you suggest we do?”

“I suggest we’re patient with her.”

“Oh right, so just act like her older brother didn’t turn into flesh eating psycho and tried to kill her?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No no, I get it. Let’s play happy families.”

Dean gave one last huff at Sam before stepping back into the living room, where you were sat looking petrified.

“So, are you gonna talk to us now?” Dean shrugged.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s hard,” Sam interrupted. Dean rolled his eyes and sat down.

“So. Your big brother. How old was he?”

“Dean.”

“I was just asking.”

You looked down at your feet and stayed silent.

“Got any other siblings we should be aware of?”

“Dean…”

“How do we know it doesn’t run in the family? Are you gonna try and eat us?”

“Dean!”

“If I don’t ask, she won’t talk.”

“She’s not going to talk if you keep asking stupid questions like that.”

Sam turned to face you and knelt down to your level.

“I understand this is difficult for you. But you don’t have to answer anything my stupid brother asks you,” Sam smiled gently at you. You smiled back at him.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re going to bond over calling me stupid,” Dean whined, you let out a tiny giggle.

“Really?” Dean said, one eyebrow raised.

"He has a habit of asking the worst questions. Small brain energy, eh?" Sam winked at you. You giggled again.

"Dude, that's not funny," Dean scoffed.

"It is a little…" you said, very quietly. Dean stared at you.

"Are you kidding me? After all that time I tried making you talk?"

You fell silent again.

"Oh come on!"

"You frightening her is going to do no good," Sam said, fighting off a laugh. "So, do you mind telling us your name?" Sam turned to you.

"Y/N," you said, shyly.

"Y/N. That's a pretty name! I'm Sam and this is Dean…if you didn't already guess that. So, how old are you?"

"11."

"11? Wow. What happened to you is awful for anyone let alone someone so young."

You hung your head.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to keep bringing it up. How are you doing?"

Silence. A few tears fell from your eyes.

"God dammit Sam, you made her cry," Dean said.

Sam moved closer to you.

"Hey. It's okay. You don't have to talk about it. You're safe now."

Sam moved to sit next to you and you instantly drew him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as tears streamed down your face.

“It’s okay,” Sam rubbed your back and squeezed you tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m so scared,” you sobbed. Sam felt his heart drop at that moment. Even Dean bowed his head.

“I know you’re scared, that’s perfectly normal. But we’re gonna take good care of you.”

“Yeah, think of us as your big brothers now…shit, sorry, too soon?” Dean said as Sam shot him a look.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, slowly sitting up from your cuddle with Sam.

“So…do you like ponies?” Dean asked. Sam shot him another look.

“What? Most 11 year old girls love ponies!”

“Actually, not me. I’m more into video games,” you replied.

“Video games? At your age?” Sam asked.

“Dude, what 11 year old doesn’t play video games?” Dean asked Sam before turning back to you. “What’s your go-to?”

“Well we still have Simpsons Hit and Run, that’s probably my favourite.”

“Oh no way - mine too!” Dean exclaimed.

“Really? I’d have you down as a Fortnight kind of guy…” You said. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Fortnight? Me? That’s insulting.”

“Oh. Sorry. Are you more of a Bratz kinda guy? Or Minecraft?”

Sam snorted.

“Alright missy, I’ll have you know that Minecraft is a legendary game,” Dean said, slightly taken aback. You giggled.

“No comment on the Bratz side of things though,” you teased.

“Oh, aren’t you a cheeky little shit? Couldn’t get you to talk for ages and now you think you can disrespect your elders?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say disrespect…but elders is certainly correct,” you bit your lip. Sam let out a little gasp.

“You take that back,” Dean warned.

“You said it, not me,” you shrugged.

“Take that back right now…”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You smirked at Dean who narrowed his eyes at you.

“So we just gonna sit here in silence or…?” Sam interrupted.

“Hang on Sammy, I’m trying to suss her out.”

You stayed silent but kept the smirk on your face. Dean slowly rose to his feet.

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up,” Dean commanded.

“Why?”

“I want to see if your bite is worse than your bark.”

You very slowly got up.

“Alright…but please don’t hurt me…”

“Oh I don’t intend to. But I know exactly what to do.”

Dean took a step towards you and quickly tasered your sides. You shrieked and jumped backwards. When you looked back at Dean, he had an evil grin on his face.

“N-no…” you stuttered.

“Oh yes…”

You turned on your heel to run but Dean grabbed you from behind, held you close to him and ran his fingers up and down your sides. Your shrieks turned to laughter as you fell weak in his arms.

“You gonna take it back?” He growled in your ear whilst torturing your sides.

“NOHOHO!” You screamed, trying to prise his hands off of you.

“Suit yourself,” Dean whispered into your ear, making you shriek. He grinned at this and started blowing into your ear. You tried to touch your ear to your neck to make him stop but every time you did he would just switch sides. Sam laughed softly as you squirmed in Dean’s arms.

You managed to squirm so much that you freed yourself from his grip. He raised an eyebrow at you as you stood facing each other.

“Take it back?” He asked. You shook your head.

“You know, Y/N, we deal with a lot of shit round here. Vampires, demons, angels…but there’s one monster in particular that even we don’t know how to handle.”

“....what’s that?” You asked, nervously.

“The tickle monster.”

Dean lunged towards you and tackled you to the ground. You yelped as he pinned your arms to your sides.

“...and the tickle monster always gets what he wants…”

Dean let go of your arms and started tickling your neck. You screeched and involuntarily brought your shoulders up.

“DEHEHEAN!”

“Yes?”

“NOHOHOHO!”

“No what?”

You screamed loudly as a response which only made him tickle you more. He kept one hand in your neck and the other scribbled across your ear. You cackled loudly and started banging your feet on the floor.

“Take it back…”

You shook your head violently but couldn’t form any coherent words.

“Oh Y/N, I should’ve warned you, Dean always gets what he wants,” Sam laughed. Dean stopped torturing your neck and ears and pinned your arms to the floor again.

“One last chance Y/N, take it back or this is gonna get so much worse for you,” Dean warned. You bit back a giggle and said nothing. You kinda wanted to see what he would do.

“Suit yourself. Sammy, get over here.”

Sam happily obliged and knelt down next to you.

“Get her feet, she shouldn’t stop kicking them earlier,” Dean instructed. Sam slid down and sat on your legs, ignoring your chorus of ‘no’s’.

“Now then missy, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Dean let go of your arms and fluttered his fingers inside your armpits. You shrieked and slammed your arms down, trapping him there. Sam dragged his nails up and down your feet whilst you tried to kick your legs but couldn’t. Dean moved his hands down so he was now spider tickling your sides. You tried to swat his hands away but every time you tried, he would attack your armpits again.

“You know, Y/N, you’re way too ticklish to have messed with Dean,” Sam teased, now fluttering his fingers under your toes. You were screaming too much to answer.

“I told you no one can handle the tickle monster,” Dean teased, his hands now crawling over your tummy. You drew in a sharp intake of breath.

“IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” You screamed. The feeling of Sam’s fingers running between your toes and up and down your soles, coupled with Dean switching between your tummy, sides, armpits and neck was too much to handle.

“What was that?” Dean asked, quickly running his fingers up and down your sides.

“I-I-I-I TAHAHAKE IHIHIT AHAHAHAHA!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, Sam had just pulled back your toes to tickle under them which felt so much worse than before.

“Alright Sam, calm it, let her speak a sec,” Dean said, stopping his attack. Sam stopped too but giggled at you.

“Say that again?” Dean asked, drawing circles around your ears.

“I-I’m sohohorry, I tahake it bahack,” you giggled, trying to crane your head away from his tickles.

“There, that wasn’t that hard was it?” Dean said. You suddenly let out a shriek and Dean turned around to find Sam had started tickling your feet again.

“Dude, she apologised,” Dean said.

“I know, but her laugh is adorable,” Sam replied, giving your toes one last tickle before they both got off of you.

“How are you doing now, kid?” Dean asked.

“Better, thanks,” you replied, blushing.

Dean scooted over and put his arm around you, you fell into him and the two of you sat cuddling on the floor. Sam looked confused.

“What? We’ve already adopted her as a younger sister, I’m just being a good brother,” Dean said, looking at Sam.

“You two will be great brothers,” you said.

“And you know one thing that is our duty as big brothers?” Dean asked, you shook your head.

“We get to tickle you more often,” he whispered, squeezing your side. You giggled but cuddled in closer to Dean.

“We’ll protect you, I promise. And we’ll stop whatever took your real brother,” Sam said. You nodded softly.

“Thank you.”

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“Where’s that smile?”

Dean Ler platonic… sibling like relationship Dean just being an older brother

Reader is upset and needs a hug. It turns into a tickle hug.

“Where’s that smile? Huh?” Dean asked, nudging you with his elbow.

“Dean. Stop.”

“No,” grabbing you he pulled you into a tight hug and rested his hand on your shoulder. You sighed feeling at peace in your older brothers arms. 

“Y/N?”

“What, Dean?’

“Why don’t you wanna smile? You have a beautiful smile, Y/N,” Dean said, quickly poking your side making you jump in surprise.

You froze. Dean smirked wickedly and stared at you with eyes filled with mischief.

“Oh, sweetheart… If you don’t wanna smile,” he whispered and brought his mouth close to your ear, “I am just gonna have to make you” he said.

“Dean, what- noOOO,” you shrieked as you felt Dean’s nimble fingers at your sides, digging and squeezing the soft skin. 

“What’s the matter, Princess? Ticklish?” He teased.

You squeaked and tried to squirm out of his arm that was tightly secured on your body while his other arm wrecked havoc while he dug his wiggling fingers right into your ribs.

“DEAN STOP PLeasEEE!”

“I don’t know Y/N. I mean I feel like you’re just faking right now. There is no way you’re actually giving me a real smile.”

“I AM I SWEAR!”

Suddenly you felt Dean’s hand freeze. You froze too, waiting for his next move.

“Well, maybe if I go here....” His hand moved away from your body and formed a claw stopping a few inches away from your stomach, “I can get a real smile.”

“Dean, no. Please don’t.”

“I am sorry, sweetheart but I just need to see a real smile come out.”

“No- deANN!”

He wasted no time and dug straight into your death spot resulting in you jumping in his arms, trying to get away from his evil clutches.

“I did not have to want to resort these ways but I just had too.”

Your laughter had quickly turned silently from his hand repeatingly shaking into the middle of your stomach (a spot he always knew that would kill you) and you thought you might pass out but luckily he retracted his hand from you, completely stopping the torture and sitting back with you lying in his lap.

“Are you okay, kid?”

“Yes, I-I’m fi-ine.”

Dean softly chuckled, wrapped his arms around your body and lightly kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, De.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

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"Where is the car keys?" With ler!Dean -please and thank you🥺

“Where are the car keys?” Dean asked you after he checked under the night stand.

You shrugged, keeping your attention on your laptop as you continued doing research. “Don’t know. Ask Sam.”

Dean grumbled a bit, shuffling over to your motel bed. “Where did you put them?”

“What?” You peered up at him. “Why do you think I took them?”

“Because you’re constantly a pain in my ass. Give ‘em up,” He glared at you, holding out his hand. You furrowed your brows and squinted.

“I already told you that I don’t have them. Go. Ask. Sam.”

Dean just let out a deft chuckle, then rolled up the sleeves of his flannel. “Fine. If you wanna do this the hard way, we’ll do it the hard way.” He snapped your laptop shut and tossed it onto the other bed, only to replace the loss of it with his body weight.

“Hey! Dean! What are you doHOHOING? DEHEAN, NO!” You screamed out in surprise laughter as he placed pulsing squeezes to your ribs. You writhed underneath him as he attacked you, feet pounding against the mattress and your head pressing into the headboard.

“If you just tell me where you put them, I’ll stop,” Dean said nonchalantly over the volume of your laughter.

“I- I-HI DON’T- I DOHON’T HAHAHAVE THEM! PL-PLEHE-DEAN!”

“You have 5 seconds or I’m going for the pits,” He threatened. “5…4…”

“DEHEHEAN I PROMISE…”

“3…2…”

“NO, DEAN!”

“1…” Dean grappled with your wrists to hold them in one of his hands so he could move them aside to dig the other under your arm.

You screeched, then screamed again, and fell into silent laughter.

“Why is she screaming?” Sam barged into the room, eyes wide. “Dean, what are you doing?”

“She took the car keys and won’t tell me where they are,” he answered bluntly, still tickling you to tears. You fell limp against the bed, succumbing to the fact that you were probably going to die by your best friends hands.

“No, she didn’t. You left them in the car. I saw them when I went to grab my bag,” Sam explained. Dean immediately stopped, prompting you to take multiple gasps of air.

He cocked his head at his brother, instantly remembering the moment he dropped them on the floor of the Impala, but too lazy to pick them up. He told himself he’d do it later. That was 12 hours ago.

Dean looked over at you sympathetically, a crooked smile on his face. “Sorry?”

“You’re dead meat, Winchester…”

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i loved this!!

also this is a reminder that i am NO LONGER ACCEPTING SENTENCE PROMPTS!

i will gladly take any and all fic prompts you have, but i’m finished with sentence drabbles for the time being!

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Tickletober Day 13 - Blush

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean/Cas

A/N: What in the 2014 is going on here.

Words: 764

[Tickletober prompts]

Cas felt astounded by how colorful humanity was. How the trees shifted colors each year, how the sky could go from blue to golden to pink in a day. It all made sense, he wasn’t questioning it, but during those moments where he found himself able to actually breathe, so to say, it always caught him off guard.

Dean was colorful too. Red blood running in his veins and sometimes dripping from his skin. Green eyes looking at him so earnestly, and yet Cas knew Dean was hiding many things behind them, too. In Cas’ mind the secrets were dark blue, hidden in the dusk. Not yet ready to be seen.

Dean was pink sometimes, his skin heating from the blood that was rushing to his cheeks in what Cas knew was embarrassment, sometimes excitement, sometimes pure shyness. He didn’t see it often. It wasn’t in Dean’s nature, and yet he was blushing now, eyes avoiding Cas’ in a way he couldn’t understand.

“What is it?” he asked, because Dean had tried to turn away and Cas didn’t like that.

Keep reading

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Just leavin this here:

Branch has canonically ticklish ankles

Let that sink in

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omgg I have a head canon I wanna share with you

branch took revenge on all his brothers because of all the years of tickles from them (they get him back immediately after)

canon because I said so

I bet he even made very detailed plans on how he was gonna sneak up on them and everything 😭

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Stronger Than You Know

Summary: A chance to bond goes 180 and leaves both Dipper and Ford feeling horrible. Thankfully, the two talk it out and are feeling more connected than they ever have. 🌲

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Ford

Author’s Note: There’s angst in this one besties. There’s tickles too of course, but be prepared for a panic attack and lots of Dipper being sad before it gets happy again. Also thank you everyone for being so patient and encouraging! You guys are amazing! I hope you all enjoy! 🌲

A shriek followed by laughter filled the shack and made Ford jump. He stood up from his spot in the kitchen and walked to look into the living room.

Stan had Dipper in his lap and was scribbling away at his stomach. Dipper was squirming and pulling at his arms that were currently pinned against his chest, but wasn’t making a huge effort to get away.

Ford smiled at the sight. Dipper looked so happy. And his giggles certainly brightened up the room and anyone’s mood of whom had heard it. He heard Stanley mention going to a different spot which made Dipper squirm harder and start giggly pleading.

“Nohoho! Gruhunkle Stahahahan!” Dipper’s arms were slowly being raised above his head. Stan seemed to have struck gold when he started tickling under Dipper’s arms. He was surprised Mabel hadn’t come running to see if someone was being murdered at the initial scream Dipper emitted before cackling.

After a little bit more tickling, Stan let the kid go and told him to scram. His arms wrapped around himself, still giggling slightly from the leftover tingles. Ford made sure to not be seen as Dipper got up and made his way upstairs. He walked out and awkwardly coughed before addressing his twin.

“Does he, enjoy that?” Ford asked. Stan looked at him. He could tell it wasn’t just a random question. Ford was still struggling to find ways to bond with the kids in more of a Grunkle type way.

“Oh, yeah. The kid loves it. Would never admit it of course, but Mabel and I get him all the time.” Stan softly smiled at the memories. Dipper was a long time victim to his tickle attacks, but Mabel was on the receiving quite a bit too. He wouldn’t dare mention to Ford how they’ve been able to get him back though.

“Dipper gets really down on himself a lot. Sometimes he needs to just laugh and let loose. Heh. Sounds like another dork I know.” Stan winked at his twin, recalling all those times he used to tickle Ford to death when they were younger. Ford chuckled.

“So, do you think he’d be okay if I tried that with him?” Ford played with his hands behind his back, a nervous stim he developed in childhood.

“Are you kiddin’? All that kid wants to do is bond with you. And I think he’d love it if you tickled him. Don’t tell him I told you though.” Stan gave Ford a light nudge to his arm.

“Heh. Good to know. Thank you, Stanley.” Ford gave him a light nudge back.

“Don’t mention it, pointdextor.”

~

Ford had just finished preparing him and Dipper’s annual game of Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons. They still preferred to play down in the lab, but Mabel gave it a “special touch” and added lots of pillows, blankets, and even some mythical stuffed animals to create a more cozy space.

He had to admit, the pillows and blankets were very nice. Especially since it did tend to get a bit chilly down there. And the stuffed animals would even make appearances as characters in the games. Ford made sure to show his appreciation by playing a game of Calling All Boys: Preteen Addition with her in the new space, which he actually found kinda fun if he was being honest.

Dipper excitedly squeezed his game folder against his chest as he made his way down to the basement. He sported his classic grey shorts and a hand me down graphic tee Wendy game to him, which was a bit too big, but he loved anyway and was really comfortable nonetheless.

“Hi, Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper happily waved as he made it to the game area. Ford said hello back let Dipper make himself comfortable before handing him a can of Pitt Cola. Dipper thanked him, the two opening their cans and clinking before taking a drink.

“So, we left off at the dungeon of horrors.” Ford began to set up the scene. “You start to walk through the cold and dark hallways when suddenly, you’re come across a table with two glowing potions.”

Ford turned on a sparkly led light Mabel supplied them. The room twinkled with blue and orange light, covering the ceiling and walls around them. Dipper awed at the sight, continuing to listen to his Grunkle with curiosity.

“You step forward in front of the table and notice each one has a distinct color. One is blue and one is orange. One of them contains an elixir that will make the drinker feel a mystery sensation depending on the number you roll. The other will give you 20+ HP and guide you to the exit.” Ford brought out two tiny bottles painted orange and blue and set them in front of Dipper’s character.

“Choose wisely my boy. While it’s a 50/50 chance, still think this through.” Ford knew what he was doing. While the answers were rigged, Ford still wanted Dipper to have fun and try and find a solution to the “riddle.”

Dipper was silent for a moment. Quietly thinking about each potion. The colors could indicate the answer, although they never established color codes before in this particular world. Not wanting to take up too much time overthinking, Dipper went with his instinct.

“I choose… to drink the blue potion!” Dipper yelled with determination, rolling his handful of dice onto the game board. The dice rolled, almost in slow motion, as the two watched and waited to see the result of the dice. They all stopped and revealed a number only two points under the required total. Dipper groaned, looking to Ford for him to continue the adventure.

Ford smirked, using a remote beside him to turn off the surrounding led string lights, leaving the two surrounded in darkness.

“The lights go out after you drink the mysterious potion.” Ford snuck behind Dipper, using the darkness of the room to his advantage. Dipper yelped and burst into giggles when two six fingered hands started to scribble and squeeze along his sides and ribs.

“Then all of a sudden, a strange sensation overcomes you. One kind of tickly sensation if you will.” Ford chuckled, both at his little remark and his nephew’s giggles. The lights turned back on to reveal a ticklish Dipper.

“Nahahaha! Wahahait! Gahahaha!” Dipper shrieked before falling into loud laughter as Ford moved to his stomach. His arms slammed to his sides as he squirmed. Screw his nerves for being so sensitive!

Ford smiled at his reactions. It was really nice to see the kid let loose and laugh. Especially at his hands. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to form a connection with Dipper and Mabel since he hadn’t been around kids all that much in the last thirty years. But thanks to Stan, he was able to spend time with his family. They were bonding.

“Greheat uhuncle Fohohord!” Dipper laughed and squirmed in his hold. He couldn’t believed this was happening. Ford was seeing him laugh and just be a kid. He was seeing him be so vulnerable. So childlike. So… weak…

Ford couldn’t see him like this. How was he going to prove he was worthy of helping him out on adventures if he could be taken down by a few tickles?! Ford didn’t see him as an apprentice. He saw him as this noodle-armed pre-teen who can’t stop himself from laughing at pokes to his sides.

Dipper started to freak out. He twisted this way and that, shoved at his great uncles hands. He kicked and even tried to throw in a punch. He was getting desperate.

Ford was none the wiser. He thought this was how a kid reacted to tickling. Heck this was how him and Stan used to get when they tickled each other. It wasn’t until he was about to move up under Dipper’s arms like he’d seen Stan do that Dipper knew he had to yell.

“STOP IT! LET GO OF ME!!” Dipper shouted, shocking both Ford and himself. Ford’s hands backed away immediately, his smile fading. Dipper internally screamed at himself. This was horrible, he just yelled at his Great Uncle Ford. He just yelled at the author of the journals…

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why-” Dipper’s eyes welled up with tears. His breathing became rapid and his heart raced. He wanted to run away. He wanted to disappear. So he did.

Dipper quickly ran upstairs, game pieces being knocked over and stepped on. Ford tried to reach out and stop him, but found he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He heard Dipper choke on a sob before he was gone.

~

Dipper slammed the door behind him to his room. Mabel jumped at the sound and turned her head to face her twin. His eyes were red and swelling with tears, his hands trembling and looking as if he were about to break down. Mabel got up from her bed and walked over to him.

“Dipper- Oh my gosh what’s wrong? What happened?!” Mabel reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. And that’s when he actually broke down. He crashed into her in a tight hug and finally let the sobs release themselves from his lungs. He buried his face into her sweater covered shoulder, and cried. He cried long and hard.

Mabel brought him down to the floor with her and held him close. Not letting go until he needed to. She rubbed his back in soothing circles, taking in deep breaths to help Dipper breathe normally again.

“That’s it bro bro. Take deep breaths with me okay? In. And out. Yeah just like that.” After a few minutes, Dipper sighed and pulled away. His hat hung low and his cheeks were still damp. Mabel stood up with him and led him to his bed.

“So, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Mabel calmly asked. Her hand returning to his back. Dipper took in another deep breath, still unable to make eye contact, and told Mabel about what had happened.

“Oh, Dipper. It’s gonna be okay.” Mabel pulled him close into another hug. “You’re just being a silly Billy. He’s our Grunkle. Not just the author. He wouldn’t think you’re weak because you were having fun with your family.” She shook him gently while hugging him making smile for a moment.

“I guess so. I don’t know, Mabel. I just don’t want him to think I can’t handle going on adventures.” Dipper set his head in his hands.

“How am I going to convince him I’m good enough to go on adventures with him if I fall apart at being- ya know... It’s just so embarrassing.” Dipper groaned.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle at her brother. He could really be a goober sometimes.

“Everyone’s a little ticklish Dipper. I bet even Grunkle Ford is a little bit.” She ruffled his hair making Dipper smile and shove at her hand. He was about to comment on her statement when there was a small knock. They both looked up to see their Grunkle Ford.

“May I come in?” Ford asked in a quiet tone. Mabel looked to Dipper before seeing him nod. She gave him a fist bump before standing up and walking out the door. She gave Dipper a thumbs up as she went down the stairs. Dipper looked at Mabel, then at Ford.

“Dipper, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable.” Ford stepped forward, but stopped when he saw the boy flinch at his advances. “I promise I was only trying to- It was just that I…” He stammered.

Ford took a deep breath and slowly walked over and sat next to Dipper. Dipper didn’t flinch this time or try to move away, but he didn’t move closer either. He didn’t know if he could.

“I was trying to bond with you. I’ve seen how close you are with Stanley. Especially when he gives you that sort of affection. I thought maybe it would bring us closer.” Ford fiddled with his hands on his lap. Dipper was stunned. He was genuinely trying to bond with him. Mabel was right.

“Oh, man. You saw what happened with Grunkle Stan this morning didn’t you?” Dipper covered his face, still unable to make eye contact with his Great Uncle beside him.

“I thought you would think I’m too weak or childish to go on adventures with you. What kind of adventurer would I be if I fall apart like that so easily.” Dipper sighed. Ford felt his heart sink. He gently took his arm and put it around Dipper, his hand resting on Dipper’s shoulder. Dipper let out a small gasp and brought his head back up to look at Ford.

“I never meant to make you feel like you’re weak, Dipper. Because you’re the complete opposite of that. Just because you’re a bit more sensitive than others doesn’t mean you’re not strong. Heck, I think you got your ticklishness from me.” Ford chuckled.

Dipper’s face formed a small smile as his nerves calmed. He let himself be vulnerable again, leaning his head against his Grunkle’s arm. Ford stiffened at first, not wanting to scare Dipper. But he relaxed when he realized what he was saying was working.

“You helped defeat Bill, you’ve saved your sister on multiple occasions, you saved me. You’re so much stronger than you know.” Ford squeezed Dipper’s arm in reassurance.

“You’re aloud to be a kid and let loose around me. You’re a brave and confident adventurer. But you’re also my nephew. And you can be both of those things at the same time. I will never think any less of you for being silly and laughing at a few pokes.” Ford ruffled Dipper’s hair lightly. Ford quickly stopped, however, when he saw tears in Dipper’s eyes.

“Dipper! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you-” Ford was interrupted when Dipper sat up and threw himself onto Ford in the tightest hug he could muster.

Dipper continued to cry into Ford’s shoulder. But he also laughed. Overcome with happiness that he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was everything he had needed to hear. Ford laughed along, wrapping his arms around Dipper to complete the hug.

Ford rubbed Dipper’s back until he calmed down. Dipper let go and sat back on the bed. The two awkwardly wiped their eyes and coughed. Both a little unsure about what to say next. Dipper was the one who spoke up first.

“Thank you, Great Uncle Ford. I really needed to hear that.” They both smiled.

“Of course.” Ford answered. Suddenly he let out a low pitched yelp when he felt a quick poke to his side. He turned to look at Dipper who had a mischievous glint in his eye. Kinda reminded him of someone. Ford smirked and brought his hands up into claws.

Dipper squealed and tried to make a run for it. He made it two steps before Ford scooped him up and started scribbling along his sides. He burst into giggles immediately, but his bright smile and arms barely pushing Ford away showed he was having fun.

Ford looked back and turned to gently toss Dipper onto the bed. Dipper giggled at the playfulness, curling into a ball and hugging his still tingling sides.

Ford sat on the bed beside him and lightly pressed his fingers into the boys neck. Dipper kicked out on instinct. His shoulders scrunched up as his heals made a rhythm on the bed.

“Nohohot fahahahair!” Dipper squeaked out amongst his high pitched giggles. The extra fingers were doing a number on the ticklish nerves on his necks and ears.

“Not fair? Oh, I’ll show you not fair.” Ford smirked, unable to hold back another chuckle when Dipper shrieked before falling into a fit of laughter when he felt one hand squeezing away at his left knee while the other snuck its way under his right arm.

“NAHAHAHAHA! GRUHUHUNKLE FOHOHOHORD!!” Ford was right- this wasn’t fair. Two of his worst spots at once! Dipper kicked his free leg as his free hand seemed to not know if it should try and help his knee or under his arm.

Ford beamed. Dipper finally called him Grunkle.

[voids-tickle-blog]

Stronger Than You Know

Summary: A chance to bond goes 180 and leaves both Dipper and Ford feeling horrible. Thankfully, the two talk it out and are feeling more connected than they ever have. 🌲

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Ford

Author’s Note: There’s angst in this one besties. There’s tickles too of course, but be prepared for a panic attack and lots of Dipper being sad before it gets happy again. Also thank you everyone for being so patient and encouraging! You guys are amazing! I hope you all enjoy! 🌲

A shriek followed by laughter filled the shack and made Ford jump. He stood up from his spot in the kitchen and walked to look into the living room.

Stan had Dipper in his lap and was scribbling away at his stomach. Dipper was squirming and pulling at his arms that were currently pinned against his chest, but wasn’t making a huge effort to get away.

Ford smiled at the sight. Dipper looked so happy. And his giggles certainly brightened up the room and anyone’s mood of whom had heard it. He heard Stanley mention going to a different spot which made Dipper squirm harder and start giggly pleading.

“Nohoho! Gruhunkle Stahahahan!” Dipper’s arms were slowly being raised above his head. Stan seemed to have struck gold when he started tickling under Dipper’s arms. He was surprised Mabel hadn’t come running to see if someone was being murdered at the initial scream Dipper emitted before cackling.

After a little bit more tickling, Stan let the kid go and told him to scram. His arms wrapped around himself, still giggling slightly from the leftover tingles. Ford made sure to not be seen as Dipper got up and made his way upstairs. He walked out and awkwardly coughed before addressing his twin.

“Does he, enjoy that?” Ford asked. Stan looked at him. He could tell it wasn’t just a random question. Ford was still struggling to find ways to bond with the kids in more of a Grunkle type way.

“Oh, yeah. The kid loves it. Would never admit it of course, but Mabel and I get him all the time.” Stan softly smiled at the memories. Dipper was a long time victim to his tickle attacks, but Mabel was on the receiving quite a bit too. He wouldn’t dare mention to Ford how they’ve been able to get him back though.

“Dipper gets really down on himself a lot. Sometimes he needs to just laugh and let loose. Heh. Sounds like another dork I know.” Stan winked at his twin, recalling all those times he used to tickle Ford to death when they were younger. Ford chuckled.

“So, do you think he’d be okay if I tried that with him?” Ford played with his hands behind his back, a nervous stim he developed in childhood.

“Are you kiddin’? All that kid wants to do is bond with you. And I think he’d love it if you tickled him. Don’t tell him I told you though.” Stan gave Ford a light nudge to his arm.

“Heh. Good to know. Thank you, Stanley.” Ford gave him a light nudge back.

“Don’t mention it, pointdextor.”

~

Ford had just finished preparing him and Dipper’s annual game of Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons. They still preferred to play down in the lab, but Mabel gave it a “special touch” and added lots of pillows, blankets, and even some mythical stuffed animals to create a more cozy space.

He had to admit, the pillows and blankets were very nice. Especially since it did tend to get a bit chilly down there. And the stuffed animals would even make appearances as characters in the games. Ford made sure to show his appreciation by playing a game of Calling All Boys: Preteen Addition with her in the new space, which he actually found kinda fun if he was being honest.

Dipper excitedly squeezed his game folder against his chest as he made his way down to the basement. He sported his classic grey shorts and a hand me down graphic tee Wendy game to him, which was a bit too big, but he loved anyway and was really comfortable nonetheless.

“Hi, Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper happily waved as he made it to the game area. Ford said hello back let Dipper make himself comfortable before handing him a can of Pitt Cola. Dipper thanked him, the two opening their cans and clinking before taking a drink.

“So, we left off at the dungeon of horrors.” Ford began to set up the scene. “You start to walk through the cold and dark hallways when suddenly, you’re come across a table with two glowing potions.”

Ford turned on a sparkly led light Mabel supplied them. The room twinkled with blue and orange light, covering the ceiling and walls around them. Dipper awed at the sight, continuing to listen to his Grunkle with curiosity.

“You step forward in front of the table and notice each one has a distinct color. One is blue and one is orange. One of them contains an elixir that will make the drinker feel a mystery sensation depending on the number you roll. The other will give you 20+ HP and guide you to the exit.” Ford brought out two tiny bottles painted orange and blue and set them in front of Dipper’s character.

“Choose wisely my boy. While it’s a 50/50 chance, still think this through.” Ford knew what he was doing. While the answers were rigged, Ford still wanted Dipper to have fun and try and find a solution to the “riddle.”

Dipper was silent for a moment. Quietly thinking about each potion. The colors could indicate the answer, although they never established color codes before in this particular world. Not wanting to take up too much time overthinking, Dipper went with his instinct.

“I choose… to drink the blue potion!” Dipper yelled with determination, rolling his handful of dice onto the game board. The dice rolled, almost in slow motion, as the two watched and waited to see the result of the dice. They all stopped and revealed a number only two points under the required total. Dipper groaned, looking to Ford for him to continue the adventure.

Ford smirked, using a remote beside him to turn off the surrounding led string lights, leaving the two surrounded in darkness.

“The lights go out after you drink the mysterious potion.” Ford snuck behind Dipper, using the darkness of the room to his advantage. Dipper yelped and burst into giggles when two six fingered hands started to scribble and squeeze along his sides and ribs.

“Then all of a sudden, a strange sensation overcomes you. One kind of tickly sensation if you will.” Ford chuckled, both at his little remark and his nephew’s giggles. The lights turned back on to reveal a ticklish Dipper.

“Nahahaha! Wahahait! Gahahaha!” Dipper shrieked before falling into loud laughter as Ford moved to his stomach. His arms slammed to his sides as he squirmed. Screw his nerves for being so sensitive!

Ford smiled at his reactions. It was really nice to see the kid let loose and laugh. Especially at his hands. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to form a connection with Dipper and Mabel since he hadn’t been around kids all that much in the last thirty years. But thanks to Stan, he was able to spend time with his family. They were bonding.

“Greheat uhuncle Fohohord!” Dipper laughed and squirmed in his hold. He couldn’t believed this was happening. Ford was seeing him laugh and just be a kid. He was seeing him be so vulnerable. So childlike. So… weak…

Ford couldn’t see him like this. How was he going to prove he was worthy of helping him out on adventures if he could be taken down by a few tickles?! Ford didn’t see him as an apprentice. He saw him as this noodle-armed pre-teen who can’t stop himself from laughing at pokes to his sides.

Dipper started to freak out. He twisted this way and that, shoved at his great uncles hands. He kicked and even tried to throw in a punch. He was getting desperate.

Ford was none the wiser. He thought this was how a kid reacted to tickling. Heck this was how him and Stan used to get when they tickled each other. It wasn’t until he was about to move up under Dipper’s arms like he’d seen Stan do that Dipper knew he had to yell.

“STOP IT! LET GO OF ME!!” Dipper shouted, shocking both Ford and himself. Ford’s hands backed away immediately, his smile fading. Dipper internally screamed at himself. This was horrible, he just yelled at his Great Uncle Ford. He just yelled at the author of the journals…

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why-” Dipper’s eyes welled up with tears. His breathing became rapid and his heart raced. He wanted to run away. He wanted to disappear. So he did.

Dipper quickly ran upstairs, game pieces being knocked over and stepped on. Ford tried to reach out and stop him, but found he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He heard Dipper choke on a sob before he was gone.

~

Dipper slammed the door behind him to his room. Mabel jumped at the sound and turned her head to face her twin. His eyes were red and swelling with tears, his hands trembling and looking as if he were about to break down. Mabel got up from her bed and walked over to him.

“Dipper- Oh my gosh what’s wrong? What happened?!” Mabel reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. And that’s when he actually broke down. He crashed into her in a tight hug and finally let the sobs release themselves from his lungs. He buried his face into her sweater covered shoulder, and cried. He cried long and hard.

Mabel brought him down to the floor with her and held him close. Not letting go until he needed to. She rubbed his back in soothing circles, taking in deep breaths to help Dipper breathe normally again.

“That’s it bro bro. Take deep breaths with me okay? In. And out. Yeah just like that.” After a few minutes, Dipper sighed and pulled away. His hat hung low and his cheeks were still damp. Mabel stood up with him and led him to his bed.

“So, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Mabel calmly asked. Her hand returning to his back. Dipper took in another deep breath, still unable to make eye contact, and told Mabel about what had happened.

“Oh, Dipper. It’s gonna be okay.” Mabel pulled him close into another hug. “You’re just being a silly Billy. He’s our Grunkle. Not just the author. He wouldn’t think you’re weak because you were having fun with your family.” She shook him gently while hugging him making smile for a moment.

“I guess so. I don’t know, Mabel. I just don’t want him to think I can’t handle going on adventures.” Dipper set his head in his hands.

“How am I going to convince him I’m good enough to go on adventures with him if I fall apart at being- ya know... It’s just so embarrassing.” Dipper groaned.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle at her brother. He could really be a goober sometimes.

“Everyone’s a little ticklish Dipper. I bet even Grunkle Ford is a little bit.” She ruffled his hair making Dipper smile and shove at her hand. He was about to comment on her statement when there was a small knock. They both looked up to see their Grunkle Ford.

“May I come in?” Ford asked in a quiet tone. Mabel looked to Dipper before seeing him nod. She gave him a fist bump before standing up and walking out the door. She gave Dipper a thumbs up as she went down the stairs. Dipper looked at Mabel, then at Ford.

“Dipper, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable.” Ford stepped forward, but stopped when he saw the boy flinch at his advances. “I promise I was only trying to- It was just that I…” He stammered.

Ford took a deep breath and slowly walked over and sat next to Dipper. Dipper didn’t flinch this time or try to move away, but he didn’t move closer either. He didn’t know if he could.

“I was trying to bond with you. I’ve seen how close you are with Stanley. Especially when he gives you that sort of affection. I thought maybe it would bring us closer.” Ford fiddled with his hands on his lap. Dipper was stunned. He was genuinely trying to bond with him. Mabel was right.

“Oh, man. You saw what happened with Grunkle Stan this morning didn’t you?” Dipper covered his face, still unable to make eye contact with his Great Uncle beside him.

“I thought you would think I’m too weak or childish to go on adventures with you. What kind of adventurer would I be if I fall apart like that so easily.” Dipper sighed. Ford felt his heart sink. He gently took his arm and put it around Dipper, his hand resting on Dipper’s shoulder. Dipper let out a small gasp and brought his head back up to look at Ford.

“I never meant to make you feel like you’re weak, Dipper. Because you’re the complete opposite of that. Just because you’re a bit more sensitive than others doesn’t mean you’re not strong. Heck, I think you got your ticklishness from me.” Ford chuckled.

Dipper’s face formed a small smile as his nerves calmed. He let himself be vulnerable again, leaning his head against his Grunkle’s arm. Ford stiffened at first, not wanting to scare Dipper. But he relaxed when he realized what he was saying was working.

“You helped defeat Bill, you’ve saved your sister on multiple occasions, you saved me. You’re so much stronger than you know.” Ford squeezed Dipper’s arm in reassurance.

“You’re aloud to be a kid and let loose around me. You’re a brave and confident adventurer. But you’re also my nephew. And you can be both of those things at the same time. I will never think any less of you for being silly and laughing at a few pokes.” Ford ruffled Dipper’s hair lightly. Ford quickly stopped, however, when he saw tears in Dipper’s eyes.

“Dipper! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you-” Ford was interrupted when Dipper sat up and threw himself onto Ford in the tightest hug he could muster.

Dipper continued to cry into Ford’s shoulder. But he also laughed. Overcome with happiness that he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was everything he had needed to hear. Ford laughed along, wrapping his arms around Dipper to complete the hug.

Ford rubbed Dipper’s back until he calmed down. Dipper let go and sat back on the bed. The two awkwardly wiped their eyes and coughed. Both a little unsure about what to say next. Dipper was the one who spoke up first.

“Thank you, Great Uncle Ford. I really needed to hear that.” They both smiled.

“Of course.” Ford answered. Suddenly he let out a low pitched yelp when he felt a quick poke to his side. He turned to look at Dipper who had a mischievous glint in his eye. Kinda reminded him of someone. Ford smirked and brought his hands up into claws.

Dipper squealed and tried to make a run for it. He made it two steps before Ford scooped him up and started scribbling along his sides. He burst into giggles immediately, but his bright smile and arms barely pushing Ford away showed he was having fun.

Ford looked back and turned to gently toss Dipper onto the bed. Dipper giggled at the playfulness, curling into a ball and hugging his still tingling sides.

Ford sat on the bed beside him and lightly pressed his fingers into the boys neck. Dipper kicked out on instinct. His shoulders scrunched up as his heals made a rhythm on the bed.

“Nohohot fahahahair!” Dipper squeaked out amongst his high pitched giggles. The extra fingers were doing a number on the ticklish nerves on his necks and ears.

“Not fair? Oh, I’ll show you not fair.” Ford smirked, unable to hold back another chuckle when Dipper shrieked before falling into a fit of laughter when he felt one hand squeezing away at his left knee while the other snuck its way under his right arm.

“NAHAHAHAHA! GRUHUHUNKLE FOHOHOHORD!!” Ford was right- this wasn’t fair. Two of his worst spots at once! Dipper kicked his free leg as his free hand seemed to not know if it should try and help his knee or under his arm.

Ford beamed. Dipper finally called him Grunkle.

[voids-tickle-blog]

Any BRBA headcanons cuz I swear there are NONE pls fill the void 😭

Breaking bad hcs!

A/n: There really are no breaking bad hcs dude T-T. Its mostly jesse, but i put a few blurbs for some other characters too!! Hope you like them! Also sorry it took so long!!

Jesse:

-He gives me switch vibes, but hes more of a ler most of the time, except maybe when he was around jane.

-SPEAKING OF! I feel like him and jane got into tickle fights all the time, mostly started by her.

-Jesses definitely a little asshole when hes a ler. teases, all the way.

-"Oh, right there? That looks like it tickles, yo." "Wow, never knew you were this sensitve."

-As a lee, i feel like hes very wriggly, like hes worlds biggest squirmer, because hes just so ticklish-

-hes one of those where he either CANNOT ask for tickles to save his life, or he can just boldface ask you. Just depends on what mood hes in and what kind of day hes had.

-Will DEFINITELY tickle whoever hes playing video games with to get the upper hand. We all saw that scene of him playing that sonic game with brock.

-lowkey enjoys ticklefights.

-i feel like whatever relationship (albeit very slight) that he had with his younger brother he was definitely a ler to him.

-a tease he does a bit is he pretends like he 'lost' something so he tickles around your ribs trying to 'find' it.

-If tickling is something your really embarrassed about, hes the sweetest at comforting you. "You got nothin' to worry about, yo. This isnt even weird. People are just assholes, dont worry about them. Im not judging, yo."

-He wont ever tell anyone if your not okay with it, but he does tickle you around his friends if he feels like it. And they dont care, cuz why would they? Theres so much worse shit you both could be doing.

-his worst spot is definitely his back, or his knees. His knees have him DEAD, so fully expect him to try and kick you.

Walt

Just playful dad stuff

These are all for walt BEFORE he started cooking with jesse!!

I could definitely see pilot walt tickling Walter jr To cheer him up, especially after things like when those assholes made fun of Walter jr at the beginning of the show, and walt beat them up.

He knows that hurts to go through, so he tries to help his son feel better any way he can

-I feel like a lot of the teasing he does comes from the looks in his face. His little devious smirks, that glint in his eyes-

He may have also tickled jesse once or twice to wake him up while they were cooking in the RV.

Him and skylar definitely shared a few ticklefights in their day. It was always a good way to get out playful energy.

Mike

Those few episodes where jesse was with mike in the car, i feel like he DEFINITELY tickled the fuck out of jesse

Jesse was bored, and being a shithead and mike couldnt take it anymore!!

So he just started tickling, telling him to shut up

And it worked surprisingly well, to the point where if jesses ever doing to much around mike, he can just quickly tickle him in passing, and jesse knows to chill out.

Walt jr/Flynn

He doesnt really tickle anyone, he just gets tickled by everyone.

Skylar, Walt, Hank, just fun little moments with his family.

He definitely tickles holly though. Whst older brother doesnt tickle their siblings at least once or twice?

He tickles her a lot when they play together, just normal older brother stuff <3

Even though his tickle moments are few and far between, he always appreciates them. He loves feeling like his family is happy and whole again, even for a moment.

Skylar

Oh she most DEFINITELY tickles her children.

She doesnt care how old they get, she loves them to death, and wants them to be happy.

If holly ever really wants her attention while shes busy, she'll take a break, and snatch her up, tickling her silly. Then, after holly calms down, she'll ask her "now, is that just enough attention for me to finish what im doing?" And if holly ever says no she tickles her again.

Tickles walter jr/flynn to cheer him up sometimes, especially in late season 5 when theyre trying to move on from walter and all the bad things that happened.

Seeing her kids playing, or tickling one of them, really reminds her that theyre alright, and theyre happier.

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@zeren444

But YESSSS DUDE.

I feel like dean has a lot of ler potential, but he also has a lot of LEE potential-

Like, ESP demon dean, and his sassy, snarky ass.

And crowley, hes gotten sick and tired of barcrawling with dean, and the sass that he gets if he tries to propose they take their matters elsewhere, so he just snaps. instead of harming him, he just...tickles him. It was the first thing that came to mind, he doesn't fully expect it to work, he expects dean to fully kick his ass 12 ways to sunday before he even touches him. But, he doesnt, and he actually starts *laughing*. Crowley never thought hed see the day that the mighty dean winchester, breaks and laughs over something as stupid as tickling.

He almost cant believe it.

And you bet your ass crowley uses it to his advantage. Dean wants to spend too long flirting with the bartender? Sly squeeze to the side. Another embarrasing karaoke session? Wrecked. 100%.

You better BELIEVE crowley wrecked him for sleeping with that woman from the bar in his bed. He was pissed!!

And Crowley sees no other way to get his payback on the little shit and not get his ass blasted to purgatory. Or he uses it to bring him down a level.

Crowley *is* the king of hell after all, and theres only so much sass he can take.

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Hey guys uhm..,..,.heh..,...IM SO NERVOUS POSTING HERE SORRY💔💔HERES SOME DUMB ART

Please do not reblog my art with any mainstream tags (like #art and such) i want this to stay strictly in the sfw tickle community because I'm SCARED

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What biological advantages would being “ticklish by nature” have for a troll? Group bonding?

I would like to think it's for the same reason cats purr at each other or dogs sneeze during play, an action that encourages group bonding and puts the other at ease, it would make sense seeing that Trolls are incredibly social creatures

Either that or it could be more like rats, no real reason for them to be ticklish they just enjoy playing and having fun

Plus i think it would be funny to image a bergen scientist tickling a troll then immediatelly writing something like this down

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Teasing.. HJGJFBJGGHHH (*^^*)

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the irony of normies judging us for our fascination with tickling when we probably respect consent and comfort more than they do oops