#gravity falls ticklefic

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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.

Pacifica had come over to join the twins for a double-feature of two terrible films for the sole purpose of making fun of said films, and the afternoon had ended with Mabel pinning Dipper to the floor and tickling him until he swore that she could pick the movie next time. Pacifica had sat to the side, watching them with the curiosity of the sheltered child that she was.

She couldn’t even remember the last time someone had tickled her, or if she was even ticklish herself. As she watched Mabel shriek when Dipper’s hands struck a counter-attack on her sides, she couldn’t help but feel left out of the fun. Despite becoming friends, she felt that Dipper and Mabel still had an image of her in their heads, the untouchable and spoiled girl she used to be (and still slipped back into the act on occasion) and therefore, she was left out of the roughhousing. Was it strange that she wanted to experience that?

After Dipper had agreed to Mabel’s terms, he looked flustered beyond belief, and he was winded as though he’d run a marathon. Pacifica would almost dare to say he looked cute. Before she could entertain the thought further, Mabel was grabbing her hand and dragging her upstairs to read the new magazines she’d gotten, complete with boy band posters and makeup tips galore.

She was allowed to spend the night, and Dipper, likely traumatized by all the long nights with Candy and Grenda, had gone to sleep on the couch downstairs for the night.

For such an energetic girl, Mabel was quick to fall asleep, leaving Pacifica alone with her thoughts for just a few minutes, and she tentatively ran her own dainty fingers over her stomach beneath the blanket, and felt no urge to laugh or twitch away. She remembered reading somewhere that it was impossible to tickle yourself, but she figured it was worth a shot. She drifted off to the sound of Mabel’s breathing shortly after.

***

The next morning, Mabel shook her awake with unnecessary urgency, with the excuse that Stan was making pancakes for breakfast, and they needed to stack their plates before Dipper went back for a second helping.

The two girls made their way down the creaky stairs of the Mystery Shack, Mabel humming to herself the whole way. Pacifica was surprised to see how much energy she had in the mornings, but followed without comment.

As they entered the kitchen, Mabel grabbed two plates and began tossing pancakes onto them both while Pacifica took a seat next to Dipper at the table. Stan offered her a toothy grin, and Ford gave her a polite nod over his newspaper. Dipper gave her a little smile before shoveling another forkful of pancake into his mouth. Mabel held most of the conversation at the table, and once they were all finished eating, the twins got to helping their great-uncles with the dishes.

Pacifica wasn’t sure how to be helpful, having never really done her own chores before, but Dipper seemed to notice her hesitation and asked her to help him dry off the plates and hand them over to Mabel. She did so, forming a nice assembly line that got the kitchen clean quickly, letting the kids run back up to the attic to plan their activities for the day.

“Oh, I totally forgot!” Mabel suddenly exclaimed. “I’m supposed to go to Candy’s house today! She wants to show Grenda and I the stuff she made at robotics camp!”

Pacifica really didn’t want to go home yet, but she barely had time to accept that fate before Dipper spoke up.

“That’s alright Mabel, Pacifica and I won’t go on any cool adventures without you,” he promised.

Mabel grinned before running off to the bathroom to get dressed and ready for the day, leaving Pacifica sitting on her bed, feeling Dipper’s eyes on her.

“What are you smiling at?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dipper flushed. “Oh, sorry, I just…I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without any makeup, or jewelry. You actually look like we’re the same age when you aren’t all dressed up.”

Pacifica had honestly forgotten that she had washed off her signature purple eyeshadow and removed her earrings and bracelet before bed last night, and her own cheeks went a little pink as she realized she had been seen by the whole Pines family with a messy ponytail, and wearing a pair of Mabel’s baggy sleep shorts. “Thanks, I think?” she said.

“Don’t get used to me complimenting you,” he replied, but his grin told her he was joking.

Mabel returned shortly after, telling Pacifica that she could raid her closet for whatever she wanted, before giving her a hug and leaving again, the sound of her calling goodbye to Stan and Ford echoing throughout the house.

“So,” Dipper said. “Since I promised we wouldn’t do anything exciting without Mabel, I don’t really have any good ideas for the day. I wanted to show you something cool, y’know, but I don’t want to do anything too crazy for your first time, but I still want it to—”

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “I don’t need to hunt down some weird creature to have a good time, you know. We can just…I don’t know, watch another movie?”

Dipper’s nervous expression softened at that. “Okay!”

Pacifica took Mabel’s offer to borrow some clothes, taking a pair of denim shorts and a purple sweater which boasted a puppy playing basketball on it, and took the borrowed outfit into the bathroom to change and give Dipper the privacy to do the same.

They met up back in the living room, with Dipper already flipping through a stack of DVDs.

“Now that Mabel isn’t here, I don’t have to sit through a rom-com,” he said cheerfully, but then frowned. “Unless you want to, that is. I picked yesterday, so if you have something else you’d rather watch, we totally can watch that instead.”

The mention of his promise to Mabel only reminded her of the thoughts she’d had the night before. Still, Pacifica chuckled at his rambling. “Pick whatever you want. I liked the ones we watched last night, they were cool.”

Dipper’s face lit up once again, and plucked a DVD out of the pile, popping it into the player before joining her on the couch.

Pacifica had already swallowed her pride so many times recently: Dealing with the significant drop in her family’s wealth was a good example. So, there was really no reason to hold back what she was thinking. Besides, while Mabel was probably her best friend, it felt easier to talk to Dipper, after he’d seen her vulnerable, crying in a closet at a party, or covered in dirt and grime during a battle with a triangle demon. What did she have to be nervous about?

“Sorry I didn’t like, help you when Mabel was bothering you,” she said. “I’ve never really…had a tickle fight before? So I didn’t know if I should try to intervene.”

Dipper, who was still digging for the remote amongst the couch cushions, raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay, I mean, there really is no etiquette to it…But you’ve never had a tickle fight before? Like, ever?”

She shook her head. “I don’t have siblings, and none of my friends were the touchy type.”

“But, it’s…That’s just, like, a rite of passage in life!” Dipper said. “I don’t think I’ve gone a week of my life without Mabel tickling me.”

“Well, you seem really ticklish, so I guess it’s hard to resist,” Pacifica replied, smirking.

Dipper’s cheeks went red, but he narrowed his eyes. “Well, maybe it’s time you experience it, since you want to talk all confidently.”

Pacifica didn’t say anything, just widened her eyes in anticipation as Dipper’s hands reached out and grabbed at her sides, fingers wiggling.

The surprised, genuine laughter that burst from her lips was foreign even to her; she couldn’t remember if she had ever laughed that hard. The sensation was overwhelming, and although her body was screaming for her to escape, she was…having fun.

She brought her knees up to her chest, a poor attempt at defending her torso, and Dipper just gleefully began squeezing her knees, making her squeal. It was surely the most undignified sound to ever leave her lips, and she couldn’t even be bothered to care.

Not quite knowing what she was doing, she reached her hands out and poked her fingers into Dipper’s stomach, and felt proud when he began to giggle too.

While Pacifica was clearly quite ticklish, Dipper was apparently absurdly sensitive, and so his laughter quickly overpowered hers, making her feel mischievous and proud, a grin stretching across her face.

Dipper was quickly backed into the corner of the couch, Pacifica hovering over him and using one hand to scribble at his neck while the other snuck behind his knee, making him cackle. It was actually pretty cute, but that was a thought to analyze another time.

She assumed that she had won the tickle fight, a victory on her first try, but she wasn’t expecting Dipper to suddenly regain enough strength to push her back against the cushions and launch a new attack on her tummy and sides, making her kick her legs and shriek like some creature from Ford’s journals.

“Okay, okay!” she cried. “I can’t—”

Dipper stopped immediately, letting her sit up and catch her breath, arms wrapping around her torso to try and make the phantom sensation of his fingers go away.

When she met his eye, he was smiling, his cheeks flushed and his hat crooked on his head. “So, how was that for your first tickle fight?” he asked.

She couldn’t help but smile too. “It was fun. But, I think it’ll be better next time, when I win.”

Dipper raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is that a challenge?”

“Yup. And I’m not above asking Mabel for pointers,” she replied.

“That’s so not fair!” Dipper said.

Pacifica just giggled.

It had been a weird experience; being tickled was a lot different than she had imagined it, childhood memories of it still foggy, the whole fight-or-flight aspect having slipped her expectations. But regardless, letting loose and laughing like that had been fun. Refreshing, even. It made her feel like Dipper didn’t see her as some expensive, fragile item that would shatter in his hands, and then sue him for the damages.

Before either of them found something else to say, Mabel came bounding through the front door of the house, and peered into the living room. “What did you guys do while I was gone?” she asked in her usual bubbly manner.

Dipper caught Pacifica’s eye and grinned. “Wanna see what it’s like to win 2-against-1?”

Pacifica returned his grin. “Definitely.”

The two of them chased Mabel all the way up to the attic before they caught her, but it wasn’t long before laughter filled the Mystery Shack once again.

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Stronger (Dipper/Wendy)

Summary: Now that they’re older, Dipper can hold his own against Wendy. (Got an anonymous prompt that wanted some aged-up Wendy and Dipper, so here it is! This fic takes place post-canon, when they would be in their early twenties. I did originally plan to post this on the show’s anniversary, but life got in the way of me finishing it in time, so here it is now, lol. Enjoy!)

That first summer in Gravity Falls had changed Dipper’s life forever. From the age of twelve, he knew that the old, small, and odd town in Oregon was where he belonged. And he had been right. Now twenty-two, he and Mabel had returned and decided to settle in the same place that they had promised one another that they would never allow themselves to grow apart.

Mabel and Pacifica were living together in a pretty little cottage they had fixed up in town, and Mabel gushed non-stop about it all, which Dipper pretended to be annoyed by, but he secretly couldn’t be more pleased to see his sister so happy.

Dipper and Wendy had never lost contact, and that childhood crush had never faded. The only difference was that Wendy had begun to reciprocate it, as a two-year age-gap held a lot less weight when you were both in your early twenties.

Having spent so much of their childhoods in fear, Dipper was just grateful for things to be peaceful. Well, as peaceful as Gravity Falls could get, at least.

It was a cloudy morning when Dipper awoke next to Wendy in bed, having been together for a year, however it felt more like an eternity. In fact, Dipper could hardly remember a time where he didn’t love Wendy. It felt like such a distant memory, certainly more than just ten years.

Red hair spilled over her freckled shoulders, and he couldn’t help but lay there and watch her breathe. He should have known that peaceful moments were rare while in Wendy’s presence, though, because it wasn’t long until her eyes had fluttered open, and her face twisted into a sleepy smile.

“Morning, stalker,” she said.

Dipper felt his face turn red, still easy to fluster as ever. “Good morning,” he replied nevertheless.

Wendy sat up in bed, and Dipper still couldn’t believe how immediately alert she was in the mornings. Perhaps it came from all that survival training her father had forced her to complete, which had conditioned her to rise with the sun.

While he was distracted, marveling at the fact that she could be so awake before coffee, she pushed the sheets off of her body and clambered on top of his legs, grinning down at him.

“Got a staring problem?” she asked.

“I wasn’t staring,” he replied. “I was just…admiring.”

That made her chuckle, and Dipper couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

Wendy leaned down, bringing her face close to his. Dipper, expecting a kiss, closed his eyes and leaned in, only to be startled when her hands latched onto his sides and squeezed, making him shriek in surprise. Being straddled meant that he could only wriggle so much, leaving him helpless beneath her touch.

“No, wait—!”

“What am I waiting for?” Wendy asked, nonchalant as ever.

Dipper huffed, attempting to hold back his giggles and failing miserably. It was so completely unfair that she not only functioned so well in the mornings, but it was also unfair that she had grown up with three younger brothers to wrestle with, giving her a significant advantage against him, who only had a twin sister who had always managed to beat him.

When they were younger, all the way back to that first summer in Gravity Falls, when his gigantic crush on Wendy Corduroy formed, she had tickled him a few times after Mabel had ratted out his worst spots, but he had never struck back, knowing she would have him begging for mercy in seconds if he tried. It might have been worth it, to hear her laugh. Lately though, he heard it every day.

Her fingers scribbled at his stomach and sides, making laughter pour from his lips like a waterfall, seemingly never-ending. But Dipper wasn’t a kid anymore, and he had learned over the past few years of craziness to stand up for himself and to fight back. Sure, in much more dire, life-threatening situations, but still, the moral still counted.

With a newfound bout of strength, he took Wendy by the hips and managed to roll them both over, catching her off guard and making her yelp. Breathless and grinning triumphantly, Dipper hovered over her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, well, would you look at the time? We should probably get up,” Wendy attempted, but the smile already curling on her lips proved that she knew she was about to get a taste of her own medicine.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Dipper replied, and before she could say anything else, he started tickling her ribs in earnest.

Wendy’s laugh was beautiful. It was loud, unapologetic, and just so totally her. If he hadn’t been on a very important mission, he may have melted at the sound.

“You see, I’m not so weak anymore,” he said. “So I can actually fight back.”

With those words, he unleashed a flurry of staccato pokes to her midriff, over her stomach, sides, and ribs, causing her to flail wildly beneath him in a new fit of laughter. 

His victory was short-lived, however, as one of Wendy’s arms shot out and smacked into the side of his head, not quite hard enough to cause a substantial amount of pain, but certainly enough to startle him, making him cry out and topple to the side.

Wendy scrambled after him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry!”

Dipper began to laugh, nodding to ease her worries. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Once she got confirmation that she hadn’t hurt or upset him, Wendy laughed too.

Mornings in Gravity Falls were always filled with laughter, whether it was him and Mabel cackling over Grunkle Stan’s stories all those years ago, or him and Wendy starting their day with a tickle fight. It was the place that Dipper was happiest, and he wouldn’t change that for the world.

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Such A Nerd (Dipper, Pacifica)

Summary: While poking fun at Dipper about his nerdiness, Pacifica discovers a new thing to tease him about. (Based on an anonymous prompt! This fic can be interpreted as platonic or a ship, up to you, I wrote it pretty ambiguous on purpose. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!)

After the events at the Northwest mansion, the Pines twins realized that Pacifica was actually…kind of cool. Sure, she was still pretty stuck-up, arrogant, and occasionally quite mean, but she was also funny, adventurous, and had a secret soft side that very few people got the chance to see.

And while she still put on a high and mighty act about it all, Pacifica actually found herself visiting the Mystery Shack often, because she truly enjoyed spending time with Dipper and Mabel, who were like the first real friends she had ever had.

Mabel, who had put their silly rivalry behind her long ago, was over the moon to have a new friend to talk about the girly things her brother couldn’t understand. They talked about fashion, and Pacifica even admitted that Mabel’s knitted sweaters were quite cute, which prompted her to knit a custom purple sweater just for Pacifica, which she pretended to hate but secretly wore all the time.

And while Dipper liked to pretend it wasn’t a big deal, he was clearly happy to have her around, too. Fighting a ghost together was a sort of bonding experience that you just couldn’t brush aside, and so he found himself growing more and more fond of the blonde girl as the summer days went by.

That afternoon, Mabel had run off with Candy and Grenda, leaving Pacifica and Dipper alone at the Mystery Shack, sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television.

Well, Pacifica was watching the television. Dipper was scribbling away in his journal, filling in information about the ghost he had encountered in Pacifica’s mansion, and how Pacifica had so bravely defied her parents to defeat the vengeful spirit—

Beside him, Pacifica peered over his shoulder, and scoffed. “You know, most people attempt to entertain their guests,” she said, but her words lacked their usual venom.

“You can always go home if you’re that bored,” he replied simply.

She huffed, but stayed put on the couch, just like he’d suspected. “You are such a nerd.”

Dipper ignored her, writing a note about how the silver mirror was only a temporary solution, contrary to the author’s original findings. However, his concentration was quickly broken when Pacifica’s elbow nudged him in the side, making him draw a stray streak of ink on the page, a soft yelp of surprise escaping him.

Confusion overtook Pacifica’s face. “Did I hurt you or something?” she asked, clearly unsure how her touch had caused such a dramatic reaction.

Dipper flushed. “No, you’re fine, you just startled me,” he said.

At that moment, Mabel burst through the door, her two friends right behind her. “Dipper, you are such a bad host,” she said, shaking her head. “Hey Pacifica, want a tip on how to make my brother less boring?”

Pacifica perked up. “Absolutely.”

“Mabel, don’t,” Dipper warned.

“He’s probably the most ticklish person on the planet,” Mabel proudly announced. “Have fun!”

And before Dipper could say a word, she scampered off to the attic, giggling with Candy and Grenda the whole way.

“Oh, is that why you freaked out when I touched you?” Pacifica asked, a smile twisted on her lips.

The journal was suddenly forgotten as Dipper brought his hands up to guard his body, already beginning to giggle in anticipation. “Uh, okay, so maybe I lied,” he said. “But you should really just take Mabel’s word for it, you don’t have to try anything.”

“Oh, but I’m so bored,” she teased. “You’re my new source of entertainment!”

With that, she easily pushed Dipper’s hands out of the way and prodded at his stomach curiously. Unsurprisingly, her childhood had not included much roughhousing or playfulness, so she was only partially sure that she was going about the whole thing correctly. However, it seemed like it was working, because Dipper immediately curled in on himself, giggling like mad, face flushed a bright red color.

Pacifica was enjoying the power trip the playful attack gave her, watching her new friend squirm beneath her fingers. Usually, Dipper was more stoic and serious than his bubbly twin, and it was nice to see him let go and laugh. Especially because the sound was so sweet, all hiccupy and hysterical. Pacifica couldn’t think of a time she had ever laughed that hard in her life, and the thought would have saddened her if she wasn’t so focused on switching her tactic to squeezing at his sides, doing it gently as she wasn’t sure what pressure would be appropriate.

Clearly, it was working, because Dipper’s laughter continued, and he pushed at her arms uselessly. “Pacifica, please!”

“Please what?” she asked innocently.

“Cut it out!”

“Alright, I’ll stop…If you stop being such a nerd and actually do something fun with me,” she replied, latching onto the bottom of his ribs and scribbling her fingers.

With a squeal, Dipper’s hands grabbed onto her wrists for some kind of tether to distract from the sensation. “Okay, okay! We can do whatever you want!” he cried.

Pacifica grinned triumphantly, slowing her tickling fingers, but Dipper didn’t let go of her wrists right away, making her stomach flutter.

As he caught his breath, Dipper eventually let go, but stayed slumped against the couch. “I am going to kill Mabel for that,” he said.

“Please, I would have found out eventually,” she replied.

He gave a shy chuckle. “I guess so, yeah. Anyway, what do you wanna do now?”

Pacifica hummed. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Why don’t you show me some of that nerdy journal of yours?” she suggested, surprised at herself even as the words left your mouth.

Dipper seemed equally as shocked, but excited nevertheless. “Really? I mean, you don’t just have to say that, if you’re not interested.”

“I know, dummy, now just show me before I change my mind,” she said, but she was smiling.

And so, Dipper took Pacifica on a tour of the aging pages of the journal, through all the drawings and writings about the creatures that he and Mabel had encountered, and as he spoke, Pacifica found herself completely fascinated by his stories, and happily rested her head on his shoulder while she listened.

“You’re such a nerd,” she said at one point.

“Hey, you wanted to hear about this,” he replied. “Maybe you’ve just been holding out on your own nerdiness.”

That earned him a jab to the side that sent him into a new fit of giggles, and while neither of them wanted to admit it, they each thought that the other was pretty cool.

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Movie Night (Dipper, Wendy)

Summary: While explaining how Mabel defeated Bill, Dipper accidentally reveals his sensitivity to Wendy, who takes immediate advantage. (Based on a lovely prompt by the lovely @veryblushyswitch! Enjoy!)

Their weekly movie nights were something that Dipper looked forward to immensely. He and Wendy took turns showing one another their favorite films and discussing whatever was new in their lives. Usually, it was Wendy catching him up on her friend group, while Dipper informed her of the crazy things he and Mabel had encountered.

“Wait, so what happened at Mabel’s puppet show?” Wendy asked, lounging back on the couch. “From the audience it just looked like she wrote a bad ending, but I know her better than that.”

Dipper gave a shudder. “Long story. You remember that guy I told you about, Bill?”

Wendy nodded. “Demon triangle guy? Yeah, that rings a bell,” she replied.

“Well, he was trying to get my journal and possessed me to try and get it. Mabel was using the journal as a prop in the show, and I was like a ghost that no one could see or hear, so I possessed one of Mabel’s puppets and told her what was happening, so she went after Bill in my body to keep him from getting it,” Dipper explained, trying to sum the ordeal up in a quick and simple manner, though it was a tough situation to sum up. “Being in my body made him basically human, so he could feel stuff he normally wouldn’t.”

Wendy raised an eyebrow. “Jeez dude, the whole possession thing does not sound fun,” she said, patting his arm sympathetically. “So he basically had the limitations of your body and couldn’t do any weird demon stuff?”

“Yeah, sort of! I actually hadn’t slept very well leading up to that, so he was exhausted and couldn’t even run properly,” he said. “Mabel caught on that he would have all the same weaknesses as me, so she just tickled him to get the upper hand.”

That made Wendy perk up, mischief glinting in her eyes. “You’re ticklish?”

Oh no.

Feeling his face burn, Dipper shook his head. “No! I mean, a little, I guess? Isn’t everyone, though? But like, you don’t need to test it, just take my word for it,” he babbled, scooting back against the arm of the couch, eyes wide.

The redhead advanced on him with a wild grin, looking almost predatory in a way that should have scared Dipper, but instead it only made his stomach flip with anticipation.

“You’ve spent so much time with the strange creatures of this town, you didn’t realize one was sitting right next to you all this time,” Wendy said in a playfully menacing tone. “The tickle monster!”

She pounced, and Dipper had no chance of escape one her fingers found his sides. A shout of laughter escaped his lips before he could even try to choke it back. His high-pitched giggles filled the room, flustering him beyond belief. When he was with Wendy, he found himself trying to act much more cool and tough than usual, even if it was clear she saw right through it. Having her discover how ticklish he was definitely did not feel cool, nor tough.

“Woah,” Wendy said. “You’re like, more ticklish than all of my brothers combined.”

Dipper felt his blush spreading to the tips of his ears. “Shuhut up!”

Wendy gave a gasp of mock offense. “Where are your manners? It seems like Stan is rubbin’ off on you,” she said. “You’re in no position to be so rude, you know.”

Her nimble fingers moved their assault to his belly, scribbling away. His t-shirt provided basically no protection from the unbearable sensation, making Dipper squeal (although he would deny it until his dying day).

Wendy laughed along with him, clearly enjoying the power trip it provided. “C’mon, what’s your worst spot? What part of you is so ticklish that a demon couldn’t handle it, huh?”

Dipper shook his head rapidly, which effectively knocked his hat loose. He groaned as it fell to the ground, effectively exposing his messy hair and that stupid birthmark on his head. Although Wendy knew of its existence, he still didn’t like to show it off. She didn’t acknowledge it though, simply continuing her torment of his stomach.

“Oh, don’t be so stubborn. If you don’t tell me, I’ll just ask Mabel, and I’ll be much less merciful if I have to outsource my information,” she teased.

Oh, and Mabel would sing like a canary, he knew it. She had no problem telling Grunkle Stan and Soos any and all embarrassing facts about him, and knew she wouldn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus and reveal his weakest spots, especially to the girl he had a crush on. His sister’s capacity for evil should not be underestimated.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you,” he said between laughter and gasps of air. “But you have to stop first!”

Wendy’s fingers stilled immediately, but she still had him effectively cornered on the couch, half pinned by the way her legs sat atop his own, leaving him no chance of escape. As he caught his breath, he resigned himself to the humiliating fate, refusing to meet her eyes.

“I’m waiting,” she cooed in a sing-song voice.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “Under my arms,” he admitted. “But basically everywhere is bad. Mabel used to call me a ‘walking tickle spot’ sometimes.”

Wendy grinned. “Because you were so honest with me, I will grant you mercy. But I am absolutely using this in the future.”

Dipper groaned, burying his red face in his hands. “You’re so mean.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” she said, ruffling his hair before reaching down to grab his fallen hat, placing it back on his head.

His stomach flipped again, although it wasn’t the anticipation that time.

Suddenly feeling brave despite the butterflies, he looked up and met her eye. “Are you ticklish?” he asked.

Wendy’s smirk faltered ever-so-slightly. “Don’t even try, or my revenge will be twice as bad.”

He didn’t listen, and the room was once again filled with their laughter, a tickle fight that Dipper was sure to lose but happy to be in.

Next week’s movie night was sure to be interesting.

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