don’t think about the fact that ronan calls the flavour of gasoline “sexy” in the dream thieves and definitely don’t think about the fact that adam probably smells like gasoline constantly due to all the time he spends working on cars don’t
I’ve Made Mistakes in My Mind- ”Dipper Pines spent most of his childhood being haunted by a cruel demon and was known as the school nut as a result. The other boys didn’t take kindly to him and half of that childhood was spent hiding bruises and cuts on his body from his worrisome sister.Eight years later, The year is 1951, and Dipper is escaping his old home on a train to find inspiration for his book.Fate works in mysterious ways, and inspiration seems to find him first.” chapter 1 and 2 are so gay and so is the rest of the story
Forgive Me (the story is currently deleted but i will update this when it’s there again)
Payment in Blood- “
Dipper and Mabel Pines have always been able to get out of bad situations. But eventually, they get into one so bad that it takes a certain dream demon to rescue them, and his services are not free. And the payment he asks for will change their lives forever.” very dark and a lot of death and blood
Dipper, Can You Hear Me? -”
Dipper and Bill find strange tracks across the lawn, and nobody knows what they came from. The Journals reveal nothing about what this creature could possibly be, and the idea of Dipper finding out something that the Author didn’t know prompts him to follow the tracks into the woods. Alone. Three days later he returns, but he’s not Dipper anymore.” as far as i remember it’s kinda sad
Like Gasoline- “
Surreal Dipper dreaming.” i don’t actually remember this but i approved on my list so shrug
Can’t Find My Way Home- “
After an argument with his sister in Portland, Dipper gets lost on his way back to Gravity Falls and finds a blonde hitchhiker with the same destination, little did they know they were more lost than they thought.” yes
Lost Souls- “
What happens to souls when the body is gone? What do they become?” kinda sad but really good
Look At The Stars- “
“Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.” “ i cried
A Tumble In The Bed- “
Bill thinks sex seems like a stupid waste of energy and time. By the end of the night, his thoughts are turned completely around.” yessssss
What’s in a name?- “
After much pestering, Mabel convinces Dipper to finally join a dating website to, finally, get him a boyfriend. He meets a guy named Alex, and he is sweet, kind, loving, interesting, smart, adorable…well he’s perfect for Dipper…but the secrets between the two could be too much to handle.
“ this is so great ahhh
Dipper had always been taught to never accept candy from strangers. But candy is sweet, and candy from strangers is sweeter.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall- “The universe didn’t always exist as one entity. There was hundreds of them out there, some were peaceful and beautiful, some were wild. They were all different from each other. Some differences were just small details, the slightly difference in coordination, but some differences were bigger, it altered the entire universe, making it unique. No matter how different one universe was from the other, there would always exist portals, disguising as normal every day things, tucked away in a far corner, forgotten. They were the windows that connected this universe from the next one. It was rumored that if one looked into these windows, they could see their other self, could communicate with them. There would always be a glass wall that separated one universe from the other to prevent both from collapsing. But perhaps, these portals brought two universes just a bit closer together.There were also special people out there, people who could look beyond the ordinary look of a portal to see what it really was. To be able to realize the significance of a portal, to communicate with beings of other universes. They were the chosen ones.Dipper Pines… was one of them.” kill me now
Problems of the Heart- “
Grunkle Stan has a heart attack, Dipper is having strange dreams, and Mabel keeps throwing Dipper at customers. So what happens when Bill offers Dipper a deal?
For the Health and Safety of Mabel Pines- “
If Dipper wants Mabel safe, then he’s going to have to make a fairly uncomfortable deal.
“ THIS IS GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER READ OH MY GOD AND IT HAS A SEQUEL
Decoding Pine Trees- “Bill has a plan , but like many other times for Bill, things tend to get in the way. And by things I mean a person. And by person I mean a 12 year old. And by 12 year old I mean Dipper Pines.But Bill has a plan.” yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
This Is Who I Am-
Dipper has enough problems in life with identity, the last thing needed right now is great uncle Stan’s secrets, great uncle Stan’s brother’s secrets, sibling betrayal and a demon adding to the list of issues at hand. But they’re a probably, who will be in Dipper’s life to help?” trans!Dipper is life mate
Pine Tree I’m bored - 30 days OTP challenge NSFW- “
Bill is insistent on hanging around the Mystery Shack but Dipper knows the demon has to be planning something. What does he want? What does he have planned? Could he really be here just to annoy the twin? Whatever happens, Dipper’s keeping a close eye on this dream demon.
“ all the goooooood smut
I Won’t Fall (In Love With Falling)- “
“But what exactly is home for you?” Bill Cipher, a prophetic angel having guided civilizations for years, falls from his grace. Dipper Pines, now 22 and a paranormal investigator, brings this angel into his home. However, Bill has fallen for specific reasons, and now he must ride out his punishment, or risk becoming a demon.
“ angel!Bill is great, but fallen angel!Bill is life
A Little Assistance- “
Loosely based off an au but tbh this is just shameless smut oh god don’t look at me tl;dr pwp tentacle stuff. Dipper is older here.
“ i love tentacle stuff, hang me
Repeat it…Now.- “
U-Um… I have this headcanon that Bill is way too possessive with Dipper. But not in a master/slave way, more like… He wants to ruin and play with Dipper’s mind for being so curious about Gravity Falls and how he’s playing with fire for challenging Bill.
The Ghost of You it Keeps Me Awake- “Six years of visiting Gravity Falls, Dipper and Mabel decide to spend their last year in high school together with Grunkle Stan. Dipper expected many things to happen, but not to be visited by a particular dream demon.And Dipper didn’t expect him to become obsessed with the young man he used to call Pine tree.” i love this so much it’s actually unhealthy
Gears of the Heart- “
This is part of a steampunk AU I created for Gravity Falls, a multi-part fanfic of Billdip. I hope you guys like it, critics welcome. Updates will be posted once a week during weekends.
“ steampunk AUs are what i live for
Keep up the good work! Your going a good job I love your writing can i request katsuki, tsuki and kuroo their girlfriend having a nightmare but they woke up because there loud and he has to clam there gf down
Your hands are soaked, wet with warm blood. It’s a lot warmer than you expected. Bile rises in your throat as your eyes fall on a body only a few feet away from yours. You recognize too many features. Like those broad, muscular shoulders and that ash blond hair. You can’t breathe. There is no air in your lungs as you look at the red soaking your hands. You try to wipe off his blood— his blood— but it won’t come off. It won’t come off. Why won’t it come off?
You couldn’t control it. As much as you trained, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the beast … the demon inside of you. It killed him … but can you really blame It when It is you? It’s inside of you. It was born with you. It didn’t kill him … you did. (Name), a murderer. (Name), a monster.
“(Name)! Wake the fuck up!”
You open your eyes, coming face-to-face with Bakugou’s scarlet orbs. You furrow your brows like you almost don’t expect him to be here. Your breathes come out rapidly as your hands latches onto his bicep, digging your nails into his flesh and trying to ground yourself back into reality. You search his face.
You didn’t … he’s still … and you’re not …
“Calm down, dammit. You’re kicking the shit outta me.”
You blink slowly and nod your head. Bakugou furrows his eyebrows. Even through the darkness, he can still recognize that expression on your face. You had that dream again.
“Hey,” he says, “You aren’t a fucking monster.”
“You aren’t like that bastard either. You’re my fucking girl, got it?”
You sniffle and bury your face in his bare chest. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, go back to sleep, goddammit. I’ve got you.”
“I’m so tired of you.”
Those words stabbed you in the heart and hit you like a ton of bricks. Tsukishima looks down at you with a cold gaze. His hands are casually shoved into his pockets. You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut.
“I know you heard me.”
You blink, feeling your heart clench. I’m so tired of you. And the floor drops out from underneath you. Wind is rushing in your ears as your hair is wiped around your face. You are just falling in to darkness. Faster and faster. You can’t breathe. You can’t even see. You are just falling. And falling. And falling. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into nothingness.
Your eyes snap open, and you take a shuddering breath. The room is dark, but not as dark as that place. You can see his golden eyes and his short blond hair. His hands are at either sides of your head, holding your wrists.
“You’re having a nightmare.”
“Ah, a nightmare?”
“Just a nightmare.”
“You … you’re not sick of me, are you?”
“You shouldn’t ask dumb questions, (Name),” he says, teasingly.
Tsukishima comes down and pecks your lips. Laying back in his side of the bed, you look at him. He is laying on his back with his arm open in a silent invitation to you. You lay your head against his chest, and he pulls you tighter against his chest, holding you for the rest of the night.
Sometimes you dream about it. Sometimes you dream about the overwhelming smell of gasoline. And sometimes you dream about being covered in your own blood again. You don’t really think about it during the day. You keep busy enough. But, at night, when your mind is free to wander, it surfaces. The memories of squealing tires and scraping metals and shattering glass.
Kuroo wakes up to the sound of your screaming more than often. He awakens to you struggling, trapped in your memories because you swear you felt your scars burning again. That’s when you are most thankful for his presence.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, holding you in his arms and lightly trying to jostle you from your nightmares, “(Name), wake up, babe.”
You are trembling, shaking, quivering, as whimpers fall from your lips.
“Babe, wake up. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”
Your eyes flutter open, and you take a shuddering breath. Your eyes dart around, the smell of gasoline still stings in your nose and the sounds of sirens are ringing in your ears. You look at Kuroo with large confused eyes. He cups your face with his large hands, smoothing his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks. You gasp, hands flying to where your gaping wound used to be.
“You’re okay, (Name).”
“Yes, you are.”
You rest your forehead against his bare, broad chest as you breathe in his scent, forgetting about the smell of gasoline. He runs his hand through your hair, holding you against his body until your shaking stops.