#gravity falls fic requests

[caspercryptid]

I am on the edge of my seat to see what happens next in your vampire ford/Billford fic! Really awesome work <3

Thank you <3 Ask and ye shall receive. << Part 1 < Part 2 Requests still open, all request fills I've finished are posted saturday, love and light. Remember you're free to request follow ups since this is just gonna keep going and going and going. ____

Bill wasn't quite sure how he felt about fear.

Pain, now. Pain was hilarious. He was grateful even in his new body that his pain sensors seemed to be wired to his pleasure sensors. That was probably a design flaw, but it was one he was very happy with. He considered it jailbreaking his fleshsack to do more fun stuff with it outside the manufacturer's guidelines.

Fear had some perks-- it was...fun? pleasurable? He wasn't sure how to describe it. It made everything more intense. He knew that was normal, for mortals, that their dating television shows deliberately took people on high stakes adventures to make them fall in love faster. but he didn't think he was falling in love. That was a much simpler emotion, in some ways. Sure, okay. Maybe he was in love with Ford Pines.

Currently, though. he was mostly just. terrified of him.

He wasn't quite sure what it was about Ford that was setting his (boring, flat tipped) teeth on edge. He seemed much the same as always, except for the addition of the teeth. He's still clever, enthusiastic, always scratching in his notepad. Since they've gotten into the ship he's explained twelve different things completely unnecessarily. Same old Ford. He's still--

It clicks as Bill's watching Ford step back from a panel and watch the sky pass by. Ford is still. Ford isn't pacing, twitching, fidgeting. Ford is moving with a casual cold confidence. There's no hesitation. Every single movement he makes is precise and deliberate, not once since they've stepped into the ship has Ford reached for something and missed because he was looking somewhere else.

uh-oh.

There's something....wrong. About this. Maybe it's just the uncanny valley of someone he knows as well as he knows himself being different. He'd settled in Ford's mind, watched from behind his eyes. He knew Ford's movements perfectly. He had him mapped out like the stars. But not this Ford. This was a layering of something on top of the man he knew, the image just slightly distorted.

Ford catches him staring and tips his head a little.

"Are you alright?" He asks. "Never better!" Bill says, "Nowhere else in the galaxy I'd rather be than heading home."

He tries not to think about how true that is.

Ford smiles as he turns his head back towards the dials, adjusting them and setting in a destination. Bill's almost embarrassed that he has no idea how the navigation system of this machine works, but he thinks even if he did he'd be too busy watching Ford's fingers to pay much attention.

He's missed those hands. There was no one else's like them. Sure, other people might have that birth defect, but Ford's hands-- the strength of them, where his callouses are--

Bill gets a little queasy. Would Ford's hands have changed? It shouldn't matter, Ford would probably never touch him again. But somehow it did.

"Are you tired?" Ford asks, tone casual.

Bill realizes that he is-- stupid flesh sack weaknesses again. he wonders how Ford could tell-- he's still looking at the controls and not at Bill. He ought to find it creepy, but somehow it's just charming.

Bill opens his mouth to lie, but a yawn catches him off guard. Ford snorts. "There it is," He says. "We'll be travelling quite a while, you should get some rest."

"--Yeah," bill says, "I probably should." "I'm afraid there's only one room, but I don't use it much," Ford says, turning away from the controls and leading bill down the hallway-- his boots making deliberately-paced taps on the metal floors.

Bill is too caught up in thinking about sleeping in Ford's bed to mock him for timing his steps. It'd been so long-- The door to the room opens-- it smells like him in here, still, faint but distinct, and Bill climbs right into the bed. "--take your shoes off," Ford says, sounding amused. "--right, yep, sorry," Bill says, reminding himself. normal human. "Goodnight," Ford says, and the door closes before bill can say it back. The silence is heavy-- the door must really seal sounds, because Bill can't even hear Ford walk away.

He pulls off his boots, presses his face into the pillow. Humiliatingly, he's asleep in seconds. the last thing he hears is the ship's controls clicking.

strange, he thinks, but he can't put a finger on why before sleep claims him again.

[midnightanxietytm]

I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

[stanpinesdykewife]

How do you feel about breeding kink ? Kinda a request for Stan/reader haha

HELLO thanks for sending this in! so i've never been a big breeder (breeding kink enjoyer) but you and several others are really into it so i finally gave it a shot!!! enjoy! and check out my friend's breeding kink fic at the bottom if you're into this :) under the cut:

knock knock stan/reader (fem!reader) (unless you're me and can ignore the gender implications of "mommy") pre/during/post-canon/unspecified smut, 1954 words (bonus: fic rec at the bottom)

It starts out like the normal, mostly-vanilla sex you usually have with Stan.

You two go out, get tipsy, come home, and make it through approximately half an episode of your joint show before slipping into a sloppy makeout. It's not exactly routine, but it's expected, and it's a hit for a reason. Sex with Stan is good, full stop. Which is why you’re always surprised when something new comes along that makes it even better.

“Hngh—Fuck,” you choke out, your voice catching behind your teeth as Stan sinks into you. You're on your back, staring with bleary eyes at the sight of Stan's flushed face above you. He's sitting on his heels with your ankles on his shoulders, his hands holding firmly at your plush hips as he grinds into you. “Fuck. God, please.”

“Told you you'd have to beg for it this time, didn't I?” Stan chuckles, stroking over your soft skin with his thumbs. He sounds gentle, but he's grinding into you hard, enough that each forward roll of his hips has your whole body rocking with it. He'd been fucking you so hard earlier, so good, but he does this thing sometimes—he stops altogether to get you talking. He loves when you talk to him. “Go on, then, sweetheart. You want it, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” you say, stuttering at another press of his dick into you. You gasp when he pulls back, drawing out only halfway before grinding in again. Your voice is wobbly when you say, “Yes, yeah. I want it, please fuck me, oh, fuck—I wanna come. Wanna make you come in me.”

You know, even through the haze in your mind and the growing blush on Stan's face, that that's a normal thing for you to say. It never gets old, and it's never untrue. Asking Stan to come in you always feels really fucking good. You're having a really good night.

“I know, baby. You want me to fill you up,” Stan says, full-on smiling down at you. His eyes are warm and a little unfocused as he draws out again, then pushes in, keeping that same romantic rhythm he's had since slowing down. His voice is low, almost drowsy, when he adds, “You want it to stay there, too? Want it to take?”

“Wh—Huh?” you ask, your mind a little preoccupied to register all the words coming out of his mouth. You're a little too busy staring at him, at his dark eyes, his crooked grin, then lower, to the hair on his chest leading down to his belly. Stan huffs out a good-natured laugh at your obvious spacing out.

“You always ask me to come inside.” When your gaze finally wanders back up to his, he's already staring at you. Stan chuckles again and adjusts his grip on your body, unintentionally hiking your hips up a little. He clarifies, “It's almost like you want me to knock you up.”

Your jaw drops open at that. A new wave of heat curls in your abdomen, making your fingers twitch, and your legs suddenly tense. Stan was half-joking, you know he was, but it's too late to pitch him a laugh and play into it. His brows raise, and you can practically see the gears turn in his head when you blink at him in mild shock.

Then the light bulb clicks on, and Stan's expression brightens in the way it always does when he learns something new about your body. Despite yourself, you smile, too, a flustered giggle bouncing from your throat when you realize he's about to pounce.

“W-Wait, I didn't—” You have no clue what excuse you were going to give to clear your name of a kink you didn't even know you had, but Stan interrupts you so you don't have to find out. You squeal when he suddenly grabs you by the thighs and adjusts your body, manhandling you into a new position. “Stan—!”

“You like that, huh,” he snickers, not unkind, as he shuffles himself up onto his knees without pulling out. One of your legs almost falls off his shoulders, but Stan quickly corrects it before snatching a pillow from your left and shoving it under your hips. He leans forward slightly, asking you again, “You want me to knock you up?”

Before you can answer, Stan gives you the first proper thrust he's given you in a while. Your back arches as you moan, your hips automatically rocking up into his as he starts a steady pace. Your hands grip the sheets, and you try to stave off the mild embarrassment in your chest. You try to welcome the excitement instead, growing warm in your stomach, making you tremble.

“That's right, honey. Feels good, don't it? Gonna put a baby in you.” The humor in Stan's voice fades slowly, overtaken by his little grunts as he fucks into you. You moan at one particular angle, Stan's dick pressing perfectly up against that spot in your pussy that makes your legs shake, and Stan chases it. He leans forward, over you, making your voice pitch higher and higher. He groans, “Fuck, so wet. You're all nice and warm for me, sugar. Perfect for my spunk.”

“Ugh, don't—ah—call it that,” you huff out, voice cracking in the middle as Stan picks up speed.

“Whaddya want me to call it?” he laughs. “My come? My kids?”

“Fuck,” you moan, like the breath's been punched out of you. Stan's hips stutter, and something in the air shifts. He groans, leans forward more, and soon your body is bent deeply at the waist with your legs hooked over his shoulders, your knees close to your chest. You don't know what this position is called. A breeding press? A mating press? The specifics are lost on you as you open your eyes, blinking up at Stan's handsome, flushed face.

He’s breathing deeply above you, his hot breath mingling with yours as he plants his hands on either side of you. Stan’s been teasing you all this time, but all of a sudden it doesn't feel so lighthearted anymore. Stan pauses when you meet his eyes. Shifts his weight on his knees.

“C-Can…” You swallow around the words. You're fucking salivating. You look at Stan shyly, through your lashes, and find the courage to ask, “Can you please put your kids in me?”

“Holy Moses,” Stan says, and then he's kissing you, all sloppy and heated and so fucking turned-on. You moan into his mouth when he starts pumping into you again, fucking his hips down into yours, and this angle is so fucking good you can't believe you've never tried it with him before, holy fuck. Stan is so deep inside you, pistoning his hips so hard he's fucking you right into the mattress with each thrust.

“Ah, ah, fuck, yes—” you gasp, breaking the kiss. Stan groans against your open mouth before pulling away, his eyes screwed shut as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he grunts, shifting so his forearms are caging your head, holding up his weight. “Gonna fucking fill you up, gonna make you have my fucking kids—Fuck, I'm already close.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you whine, voice strained as you reach up to grab hold of something, anything, to keep you grounded. You feel like you're floating, so warm and dizzy at the thought of Stan filling you to the brim, and your hands somehow find their way up into Stan's hair. He groans again when you tug, and gives you a particularly rough thrust that makes you gasp. “Ah, shit—! Yes, I want it, want you to come in me, fill me up—”

“Yeah, just take my fucking load, baby, just take it,” he breathes, somehow much more intelligible than you are even as his hips start fucking into you unevenly, losing their rhythm. But Stan's thrusts get harder, his dick reaching deeper into your ready cunt, so deep you swear you can feel his precome leaking into your cervix, or maybe the thought of it is just so good that you're making shit up. But you snap back to reality at Stan mutters, his voice gruff, “Gonna come so deep in you, sweetheart—Hah, fuck, that's—Gonna make you a fuckin' mommy.”

You're coming, an intense orgasm rolling through you and forcing one loud, drawn-out moan from deep in your throat as Stan fucks into you with a few more frantic thrusts. You're gasping, cursing when you can spare the breath, and then you're whining high in your throat as Stan presses as deep as he can fucking go. His voice catches for a moment. Then he groans, long and loud, right into your face as he comes deep in you. It's so hot, literally, you can feel the heat blooming in your fucking cunt, can feel the way his thick dick twitches with its release.

“Fuck—Fuck,” Stan swears, shifting again so he can slide one hand to your hip. He hikes it up and shuffles closer on his knees, sighing once his lungs have the capacity. You're still catching your breath, still dizzy with warmth and post-orgasmic bliss as you think of that pocket of come being plugged inside you by Stan's softening dick. Stan breathes deeply in, then out. He’s still riding the tail end of his orgasm when he murmurs, “You okay?”

“Mm. Yeah,” you manage, carefully unwinding your fingers from his hair. When Stan can lift his head to look at you, his face is red with exertion. There's some drool slipping out the corner of his mouth, and you try a smile. “You?”

“Yeah,” he says, but he sounds distracted. He studies your features, reading your expression, and whatever you managed of a half-smile drops.

“What?” you ask. But then Stan nudges his hips back, just an inch, and slowly presses into you again. Your breath hitches in your throat, your hands flying to his shoulders to grip him there. “What are you—Ah, ah, fuck.”

You feel exactly what he does. Stan's come is slick in you, it always is, but the new connotations add so much to the warm, wet pool within your body. Stan grinds into you, getting your thighs and his abdomen slick with your come, then pulls out again. When he pushes back in, you both moan at how fucking easy it is. There's no resistance. His come is sticking the way, making it easier for him to fuck you.

Stan is still breathing deep, but another smile plays on his lips. He’s close enough that he only has to tilt his head slightly to kiss you, but it's chaste nonetheless. His grin is bright and affectionate. But it isn't quite innocent.

“You wanna try for another?” he chuckles, his hand smoothing over your skin to dip between your bodies, to press gently, reverently against your stomach. You jolt at the touch, but eventually your hips start rocking into him. Stan doesn't move. You're intoxicated by the thought of him keeping you like this, pinned beneath him, full of his come and plugged by his dick as he brings you to the edge with his fingers.

“Ah, shit—Fuck. Yeah,” you say, the corners of your mouth rising up to match Stan's grin. You play along easier this time. “Yeah. Please. As many times as it takes, right?”

“Gotta knock you up somehow,” Stan says, keeping eye contact with you, his voice oozing with affection. You chuckle at him. What a softie. Then his fingers press a little harder on your stomach, then dip lower, lower, to really touch you, and your mouth drops into a moan instead. “Gonna be such a good mommy.”

You're having a great night.

(inspo from Family Planning by burberryali, which dropped super recently and helped a lot while i learned to write this!!! if you like breeding and fluff and stan in general... which i know you do... this fic is for you! show it some love!!)

[friendly-jester]

anyone got any good dipcifica fic recs? been in a gravity falls mood lately (who hasn't? lol) and remembered how much i loved them when i was younger and wanna read some! don't care how long or short they are i'm down for anything

except smut bc they're kids in my head and that would make me uncomfortable x.x also i'm asexual and sex repulsed lmao

edit: list of recs here!! thanks again @the-orion-scribe! y'all should go check out his gravity falls next gen au! it's really cute from what i've seen so far!

[nowimjustastranger]

Hello and welcome! I recently got back into the Gravity Falls fandom and so I created a blog to unleash the sheer amount of feelings that I have about this show!

My Inbox Is Closed For Fic Requests! Please read the rules before requesting!

I'll be posting a plethora of things on here, from fanart by other artists to my own AU fics. There won't be a masterlist, but click on the tag you're interested in to scroll through the corresponding posts on my blog.

Here are the AU's that I currently have in the works:

The Nexus

A connection or link between things, persons, or events. Or, a series where I connect my AU's with both canon and each other.

The Abyss Stares Back Series

Stan was hesitant to actually step across that threshold where light met dark, so he couched right on the cusp and reached in instead. He expected his hand to hit ground any moment now, then he could fumble for the stupid money clip and get the hell out of here. But his hand simply… didn't. Stan realized with a cold flash of fear and no small amount of confusion that he’d somehow overbalanced himself, his boots desperately scraping against the asphalt as he careened forward. He yelped as his other hand instinctively moved to catch himself, but there’s nothing to catch himself on. There was no ground for either of his palms to touch, just darkness, and it swallowed him whole. Or, Teenage Stan & Old Man Ford portal adventures.

Somebody to Call My Own Series

While exploring the multiverse, Ford 419"3 had come to the distressing realization that Stan suffers in every dimension. So 419"3 Ford made it his mission in life to travel through dimensions and help as many variations of Stan get the happy ending that he deserves by stepping in to correct the course of the timeline to produce the best outcome. The reason why Ford is so determined to alter Stan’s grim fate in so many dimensions is because Ford had lost his own Stan to suicide while he was still in college, which is what drove him to completely bury himself in his studies and invent dimension travel with Fiddleford. Or, Dimension Traveler Old Man Ford nabs Mullet Stan from his dimension and proceeds to aggressively take care of him.

We'll Be Better Tomorrow Mini-Series

Ford 419"3 from the STCMO series pays Stan Pines from Dimension 90V'1 a visit with two very familiar toddlers who need a home.

Or, the Dad Stan AU.

We Never Meant to Become Strangers Series

An AU in which Ford is changed after accidentally going through the portal, not quite as human coming out as he was going in. Or, Ford is a cosmic horror.

Infinity Falls Series

An AU where Stan tells Ford that he accidentally broke his machine and Ford is able to fix it, changing the course of history. Or, a story featuring a darker Pines family and co.

Break the Mold Series

In this universe, Bill Cipher goes by William. He’s still a dream demon who accidentally destroyed his dimension but, instead of embracing chaos and basically turning into a sadistic psycho, he simply wandered the universe in a grief-stricken daze until he came across Stanford. Stanford, who was also an anomaly among his peers just like William had been. William felt a kinship with the human child, appearing in Stanford’s dream that night. And, in true child-like fashion, Stanford quickly befriended the dream demon who complimented his birth defect. Or, the good Bill AU that no one asked for.

[jackyjackdraws]

either the two husbands dancing together or maybe them hugging in the portal room (like in my fic about them)

“I don’t know how we’ll get this to work. But I missed you Kev. I really did.” Stanley reached out, hugging Kevin one final time, burying his face into his shoulder.

“I missed you too Stan.” Kevin said softly. “I missed you too.”

Based off a fic my friend @nour386 wrote for me a while ago that still makes me emotional to this day

[the-fic-forestry]

Hiii! Could you possibly write something for Older!Dipper with a s/o who's a vampire and has parents that aren't too fond of humans?

Like they've been sheltered from human society as much as possible for alot of their life and just started sneaking away to the town and figured out 'huh, they aren't that bad..' sooner or later meeting/getting together with Dip

But once the relationship gets a little more serious they get worried about how to go about introducing him, because they love their parents and want them to meet the guy that makes them happy..

Oh, I love this idea! Decided on go with College!Dipper on this one!

Even years after Weirdmaggedon, the locals of Gravity Falls still remained relatively unobservant of the strange things in their surrounding woods. How no one had ever stumbled upon your family’s grand dark wood lodge, or you yourself when out on your nature walks, you have no idea but the matter stands.

When you were younger, it was a blessing, you got to explore the forest you loved so much without fear of the human monsters lurking out in civilization, your family always mentioned with a sneer.

Your family had never gone fully into detail with you about their relationship with humans, what past events led them to avoid the creatures like the plague, but the tone they used always indicated that whatever it was, it had been bad. It scared you as a kid, but as you grew taller and your fangs got longer, you started to think for yourself. Consequences of getting older. What could possibly be so bad about creatures without any innate magical ability at all? All supernatural beings were different, why couldn’t humans be the same? You decided one day to test this theory.

It was early summer, so you had to be careful. Direct sunlight wouldn’t kill you, like your parents told you human stories said. It equated more to an intense allergy or sensitivity to sunlight. You would burn fast and hard, so on a normal sunny day you would stick to the woods, where the canopy shadows were long, wide and thick. Safe.

When the day finally came for your first little foray into the human world, you decided to go as the sun was beginning to set. It would be less intense for you if you were caught without the safety of shadows and there would be plenty of them around.

You started with the library. It seemed like a safe place to start. You loved it. It was quiet, peaceful, and everyone inside seemed very nice. Humans in a library, you discovered, were more often than not, respectful of each other, each other’s space and other people’s things. Additionally, everyone you briefly interacted with seemed passionate. They had a reason for being there. Returning something so someone else could have it, researching something important to them, or simply for the love of reading and engaging with stories. Nowhere even in the ballpark of what your family told you.

You became a fixture in the library for a time and once June hit, you began to see an identical duo poking around. They were never at the library long, pulling books from the natural history shelves every so often for some sort of confirmation before tearing out of the place. They were loud, but in an endearing way. They seemed to know everyone so when you asked someone who they were, you got a fond shake of the head.

“Those are the Pines Twins. They show up to visit every summer. I remember them when they were just little things!”

It had never really occurred to you that humans would find comfort in certain places other than where they lived. Your family had only ever moved out of fear and protection. Wanderlust and adventure appealed to you.

It wasn’t long before you started branching out. The people of Gravity Falls seemed to like you. If they noticed your fangs, they didn’t say anything. In your time exploring you had come to understand that the people of this particular town did not seem to mind creatures like you if you didn’t cause any trouble. It felt nice to be welcomed somewhere other than the dusty old house you and your family occupied.

The only place you’d never been was the movie theater. You had wanted to go since realizing humans liked to make moving, filmed stories too, but you didn’t have the money to buy a ticket with. You were walking down the street one evening when you saw those Pines Twins in the alley beside the movie theater. They were surrounded by the group of young adults affectionate nicknamed Corduroy’s Friends. Wendy Corduroy and her friends were all back from college and were currently, with the soon-to-be-college-freshmen Pines duo, sneaking into a movie.

The girl, whom you’ve come to learn was named Mabel, waved at you and called you over. ‘The more the merrier’ as she said. The boy, Dipper, shrugged and smiled at you, seemingly inviting you as well.

“Join us or don’t, the sheriff’s are coming down the street and we gotta go!” Wendy called over her shoulder as she stepped inside.

You slipped inside with the twins and Dipper asked you what your name was. It was history from there.

You hung out with the twins all the time, sometimes Mabel was present, other times she wasn’t. Both versions were enjoyable, though she wouldn’t stop giggling looking between you and Dipper.

Speaking of which, Dipper figured you out almost immediately the second time you hung out with him. He swears up and down that he would have done so before had it not been so dark when you two first met. To be fair to you though, it wasn’t like you were hiding it. There isn’t much you can do about fangs to hide them besides not talking which wasn’t going to happen. Dipper was too entertaining to just not talk to.

He had asked you about a million questions, some only slightly offensive, but that wasn’t his fault. He would’ve had no idea. You felt at times like a butterfly pinned to a board with how much he wanted to learn about you and your kind, but he was adorable so you allowed yourself to be a research subject.

Once you two finally got together, about a summer and a half later, Mabel teased you endlessly for that last comment. That was fine, she never meant any harm by it.

After being by yourself, with only your sequestered family to keep you company, for so long, it felt amazing to be part of a large, loving human family.

Soos and Melody loved you. Wendy enjoyed having you around. There was the matter of Dipper’s uncle’s though. Dipper had tried to keep you away from his Great Uncle Stan for the longest time and eventually you understood why. Every embarrassing story that had ever occurred while he was present, the man had told you. You placated Dipper though, once again calling him adorable and reminding him that it wasn’t anything you couldn’t have already guessed. He’d always been a dork, but he was your dork and you were very happy with him, thank you very much.

His Great Uncle Ford was wary of you at first, reminding you a bit of your own family members in terms of general mistrust. He had come around once he was certain you posed no danger to his family but it reminded you of a subject you had been dreading thinking about.

“Hey,” Dipper asked one night as the two of you sat on the roof, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it isn’t,” he then pointed out your tell for lying, something his uncle had taught him to look for, “Just tell me. We can figure it out together.”

“I want to introduce you to my family, like you did with yours.”

“Okay,” Dipper said, “There’s a but though, right?”

You sighed, “They don’t like humans.”

Dipper nodded, sticking a finger to his chin.

“Well,” he finally said, “Don’t they want you to be happy?”

“Yes, but their focus has always been more on safety first, happiness after and only if it falls within ‘safe’ parameters.”

His face shifted into that determined, mystery solving face you loved so much, a look of intellectual pride. The triumph in having just completed a puzzle.

He reached over, running his thumb over your cheek. “Has there ever been a time where I haven’t kept you safe on one of our adventures?”

“I’ll have you remember that I’ve kept you safe on a fair number of them!”

Dipper chuckled, “Okay, okay. But I’ve never put you in danger, have I?”

“No.”

“Tried to stake you?”

“No.”

“Thrown garlic in your face?”

“I thought I told you that doesn’t work.”

Dipper laughed, then is face softened, almost afraid of what answer might come out of your mouth when he asked, “And I do make you happy, right?”

Your mouth twitched into a soft smile as you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Very.”

Dipper’s face melted into a dopey look for a moment before he straightened it back up again. “Then what could they possibly say against it?”

“You would really walk into a house full of human hating vampires, just for me?”

“That and more,” he answered, “Besides, compared to my first summer here, that’s nothing!”

You chuckled with him, tension of the conversation successfully eased, “You’ve still never told me about that.”

“We’ll meet your parents first, then I’ll relive those memories.”

With determination like that, it was hard to see how Dipper Pines would let anything get between the two of you. After all, he’d convinced you to let him try, what couldn’t he do?

[sparklepool101]

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Untitled - OMORI Post-canon, Hero character study

After the confession, Hero has to take an afternoon to process what it all means. Luckily he has his brother at his side.

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Kissed on a Dare* - The Owl House Post-canon, Gustholomule centric

Gus and Mattholomule both attend a "house party" at Luz's invite along with some other friends. Things are going well until someone brings up a game of spin the bottle.

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Untitled - Gravity Falls Post-canon, Dipper Pines centric

Adjusting to California after Gravitys Falls isn't easy, especially not in middle school. Follows Dipper on his first day back at school and the trouble that it brings.

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Untitled - Demon Slayer Modern AU, Muichiro Tokito centric.

Muichiro awakens in the hospital with no memory besides his name. There, a kind women explains that he will be under the care of her family until he recovers. Follows Muichiro meeting the cast in a school environment, struggling to regain his memories, and the final revelation as to what happened (as well as a few plot twists along the way!)

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[icrypop]

HE WAS AT MY WORK. WHY-

This is an announcement that I'm officially going to be writing for Sonic and Gravity Falls!

I do have several requests in the works/drafts atm!! I've been busy and trying to get these done so I can post them at once and I appreciate you all being so patient!! ♡

That's all!!

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[drunkonjazzandwine]

please i need accountability

[amooo1023]

Yo how about romantic headcanon for a aggressive, rebellious, energetic but caring and protective reader x the best golden dorito Bill Cipher

Wow, what a long weird request. But I'd be happy to write for this anon!

Bill Cipher x rebellious, energetic and protective reader (ROMANTIC HEADCANONS) (Damn, what a mouthful.)

Bill finds you entertaining, he loves a good fight! When people are too compliant they get boring. Your rebellious side just makes it all the better! Along with your aggressiveness.

Let's say in your first meeting you try to hit Bill or get apprehensive with him. He'll laugh at your attempts at hitting him. He can't help it! You're attempts at hurting him are just too adorable.

Let's say you're not fully convinced at his proposal. Bill will laugh and shrug it off simply telling you that you'll come back eventually. But don't expect him to be done with you. He'll pay you visits in your dreams and nightmares. Terrorizing you and whatever else he can think of.

If you still don’t take his proposal? Fine, guess you're stuck with him for all eternity now. Definitely not an excuse for hanging out with you or anything, no, nO, NO! Ahem, although he will admit that you are certainly most interesting with your friends, being all touchy, protective and all.

You probably won't be getting a lot of privacy, I mean you will get privacy but. Don't take it as a surprise if he just randomly says something personal about you out loud. It's kind of his thing, watching and observing without people knowing. Full on torturing and embarrassing people, normal. You just got lucky by the fact that you were interesting. Or not depending on how you wanna see it.

You might seriously be in a pleasant bath thinking to yourself: "Finally, some fucking privacy-" AND BOOM a triangle comes out of nowhere screaming about some random kitten on youtube being according to him, extremely dumb. But you're pretty sure he found the cat adorable considering his weird trends with "stupid" or "imbecile" -like things.

He's honestly so weirdly curious about things despite the fact that he always stalks and watches earth for it's residents. Food in particular. You had brought in sushi and had eaten with chopsticks and suddenly he was in your lap asking about the food, culture, why, how and etc. Very weirdly curious guy but also incredibly well educated. Makes you more interested in his history to be honest.

He's incredibly energetic himself so your jumpy and motivated self will be a blessing to him seeing as many don't seem to be able to keep up with him. (Well except for Ford) so if you can bring him up for a treat or for some fun stuff in the mindscape or perhaps even the dreamscape.

Oh man, he LOVES your aggressiveness. Sure, most of your aggressive acts had been done on accident with you just trying to be affectionate and going a bit too fast with it. But it is definitely a refresher from the self preserved and calm ones. I mean he has seen you with your friends and it is very intriguing and sorta amusing.

He's seen you in your rebel side but it was only most evident at the start when he was simply terrorizing and annoying you. But now it wasn't as much directed towards him anymore and more less to your own personal views. You had also shown this side to previous abusive bosses. He hasn't seen you full on serious yet but he's sure that's gonna be a sight to behold if you ever get to that point.

Because of your personality you probably warmed up to him pretty quickly. But I'm pretty sure he would warm up to you a lot faster while you later. I mean, he is a dream demon going into your dreams, constantly terrorizing you while full on admitting to have seen everything and potentially watching every single thing you do. Not that big of a surprise if it takes more time for you.

Once you have warmed up to him, he'll probably be a lot more open with you. He already was but open in other ways. Intrests and more interacting with each other, more secretive things.

How you two interact can be varied. To finding about the secrets of the universe to suddenly finding the worlds smallest hotdog that may or may not involve a lot of violence. Yeah, this happens. Also for some reason you find yourself doing a lot of things you swore to never do with him. Definitely not him pursuing or manipulating you into following through his plans. He would never!

Yeah, this isn't that much of a surprise. He may find you interesting and amusing but that doesn't mean he won't put you to use. Sometimes you aren't even aware of it so it's fine. Also your aggressiveness and protective self has a lot of great uses! So why not put them to use when you obviously don't?

Despite all this there are times where you two interact normally. Well, as normally as it can get at least. Small chats, perhaps some bonding experiences and learning more about each other. Bill would never admit to actually liking them but he would add subtle hints. He has a lot of self pride and even hearing you saying anything with him being at least a little vulnerable or dependable on you is embarrassing for him. Take it easy with him, he's not used to affection despite the fact that he's all touch-touch with other people just to be a bit proactive. He's not used to anyone suddenly touching him or being physical. Physical with others, not affectionate. Well, as physical as it can get between the mindscape and physical world.

Considering all your traits it won't be a big surprise when you two start dating. He'll probably be the first to ask you out. You will most likely not even get a chance considering him. His way of asking you will most likely take place in the mindscape or a dream you're having. He'll play around with the environment and make it more liking to your interests.

This is where your affection might show the most towards him. And he'll be honest he didn't expect THIS much. He doesn't hate it! Far from it actually, he loves it. Absolutely adores your physical behavior towards him. Constantly pouncing on him with a hug and a kiss in the mindscape will make him fume bright red and a pink glow. He just melts then and there. Your aggression is just the icing on the top for him. Thing is, because of you affection he might take it for granted at times. Being so used to affection and he might even crave it at times. Cute at first but later it might just turn needy and possibly a bit annoying. So no matter how much self control it takes maybe slow down a bit on the affection.

HE IS SO FUCKING TOUCH-STARVED HOLY SHIT. Ever since he started to have more than fond feelings for you he just kind of subconsciously craved your touch. Interlocking hands with you, hugging, you kissing him and hand holding. Although hand holding might make him feel a bit queasy after a long while.

He won't outright ask for you to touch him, he'll only hint. But if you do not take his hints he might just eventually ask you outright. Sure, a bit embarrassed and possibly a little red and pink but still asking straight-forwardly.

Plan a movie night with him and it will eventually turn into complete chaos. No matter how many things you might've tried to avoid. It will end up in flames and will not be calm eventually. Still don't know how he does it but it happens.

Your protective side may show more in weirdmageddon since that is when more shit actually happens. Bill could be talking to his henchmaniacs and suddenly BOOM you show up with protective arms around him and a glowering glare directed towards the poor henchmaniac. Bill might find it embarrassing at times but most of the time he finds it absolutely adorable. You think HE could get badly hurt? He's practically a god simply limited to a small space of the universe.

Let's just hope nothing bad ever happens. But otherwise a quite good relationship.

(Sorry for the long wait! Still I hope you enjoyed!)

[titters-and-tingles]

Hi! I'm currently taking writing requests for short (200~ w) (sfw) tickling snippets for the following fandoms:

Gravity Falls

The Adventure Zone: Balance

Hazbin Hotel

Lego Monkie Kid

If it's not one of these, you can still send me the request, and I might give it a shot!

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[radioisntdead]

Y'ALL WISH ME LUCK IT'S DEER Squishmellow HUNTING SEASON

[stanpinesdykewife]

ME AGAIN hi hi nothing extravagant as i don’t want to overwhelm you, but i’ve been rereading your works again and i’m just DYING to know your personal headcanons for stan, either sfw, nsfw or both!!! thank you for your work you’re amazing 💗💗💗 - 🎀

THIS I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS… thank you so much for this ask what a super fun idea!!!! here goes!!!

under the cut: sfw and nsfw stan headcanons… as your boyfriend!! (i’m blushing) (no gendered pronouns used)

(bonus: fic rec at the bottom)

sfw:

big on chivalry! says he was raised “right” and he’s a “gentleman” etc. holds open doors for you and offers his arm instead of holding hands. also really big on flowers or other gifts

pointedly uses the word “date” instead of just inviting you out: “great! it’s a date!” vs “let’s go out tonight” (yes he thinks there’s a difference)

can’t keep his hands off you! always needs to be touching your waist, your back, your wrist, or at least standing close enough to know you’re right next to him

cheesy flirt!! loves the yawn and stretch to put his arm over you. constantly uses his bank of pick-up lines on you: “did it hurt?... when you fell from heaven?” and “you got a map? cuz i just got lost in your eyes!” probably studied a book of them in high school

that being said stan gets so easily flustered it’s hilarious HAHAHA the second you flirt back or even give him a smile and a Look up and down he’s sweating

never admits that he gets flustered because he’s used to the idea of being a Big Macho Man. but he knows you know that he knows how easily you can make him melt

enjoys you playing with his face like feeling up his jaw and cheeks and nose and mouth. it makes him feel pretty!

loves holding you in his lap… will refuse to admit his legs are numb in favor of hugging you around your waist and nuzzling the back of your head

loves loves loves teasing you! like grabbing things out of your hands and holding them high up, grabbing your waist and holding you hostage when you try to stand or leave the room, constantly asking “what’s in it for me?” whenever you ask him to cut it out or do something simple like pass your phone. but stan will never ever say no to a kiss

nsfw:

obvious in all my fics but stan cannot shut up. he loves to talk during sex and loves to make you talk back: begging for him, asking “politely” for him to touch you, telling him how good you feel

MAJOR praise kink. huge. the reason he’s so chatty during sex is to make sure you want the things he wants. he craves the validation that he makes you feel good. LOVES to hear you moan and make noise for him

BIG SERVICE GUY!!! loves going down on you. literally moans into you because he loves the taste and how good it feels for you. probably came in his pants once or twice just from palming himself during it

loves to overstimulate you. always reminds you to literally shove his head away if it’s too much because he gets so lost in how loud you get

he’s kind of gross lol he’ll wipe his sex hands all up on his clothes or sheets and not bother washing his hands unless you tell him to

BIG kisser. lots of tongue. he doesn’t have much experience kissing so he’s really sloppy with it especially during sex when he’s trying to kiss you and fuck you at the same time

tits guy! doesn’t even matter whether you have tits or not. he loves them and loves nipples in his mouth especially when you arch your chest up to him

loves coming inside

he’s so gross! if he doesn’t come in you he’ll come ON you and smear it into your skin. the messier the better

aftercare is so important to him after meeting you… he doesn’t have much experience with it himself but he adores you and can’t help himself from snuggling up even if you’re complaining about how gross the sheets are

he definitely gets generous after a good fuck. will run out to get you water or snacks or just some wipes to get you cleaned up!!

(inspo from Must See: Mystery Shack by guilty_pleasures_abound)

all done! this was so fun! would love more hc requests whether it be for more stan-centric ones or other characters/scenarios!!

[earako]

*scoots in*

So

I wanna write more

But I don't know what to write-

If anyone wants Gravity Falls family stuff fic requests lemme know

[nowimjustastranger]

fic request for stcmo- just ford helping out a stan. whatever interests you

Lee knew that it was a bad day before he even opened his eyes.

He felt like he was experiencing the world through a haze of numbness, his senses dull. Even opening his eyes to add sight to the mix didn’t help the veil lift, so he found himself staring up at the ceiling blankly. It took him a few moments to register that he didn’t feel present in his own body, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion that no amount of sleep could ever fix.

Lee let his eyes close because he simply couldn’t think of a reason to keep them open, drifting in and out of awareness. However, he knew it wouldn’t last; which came as a muted shock because he wasn’t sure how he knew that until a tentative hand settled on his shoulder. The hand was a warm weight on his bare skin, six fingers spreading out to cover as much surface area as possible.

“Lee,” An equally warm voice murmured, blanketing him with a sense of familiarity that was far more kind than the inescapable nothing that held him in a vice grip. “It’s almost two in the afternoon.”

Lee managed a weak grunt of acknowledgement, lacking the energy to provide more substance to the conversation. Ford didn’t seem to mind his lackluster response though, the bed dipping as he delicately climbed onto the bed beside Lee. And even if Ford’s company was unexpected, it wasn’t altogether unwelcome.

“Can you do something for me, Lee?” Ford asked, his body slotting against Lee’s back with an ease that had his chest tightening. Lee turned his head just enough to peek at Ford from over his shoulder, only able to see the top of Ford’s fluffy gray hair since he had his cheek pressed against the dip between Lee’s shoulder blades.

“Whaddya need, Ace?” Lee mumbled, lazily letting his head flop back down onto the pillow, trying to wrestle his mind into something that resembled functional. Lee already knew that he was going to do whatever Ford asked of him regardless of his poor mental state, he would sooner drive a nail through his own hand than deny Ford anything he needed.

“Could you call for me when you feel like this? I don’t want you to be alone.” Ford whispered, the words saturated with the kind of fear that Lee was all too familiar with. Lee’s eyes closed as the shroud of numbness slipped away, sucking in a fortifying breath before resolutely rolling over to face Ford, who immediately ducked his head to hide his face in the crook of Lee’s neck.

“Ain’t alone, Digit.” Lee huffed, affectionately knocking his jaw against Ford’s temple to try and coax him to come out. It worked like a charm since Ford could never resist the temptation of physical contact, his head raising to nuzzle Lee properly.

“You were.” Ford countered without missing a beat, running the bridge of his nose across Lee’s jaw, tracing an invisible path. “You were alone. For hours. Anything could’ve hap–”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” Lee cut in, knowing better than to let Ford’s mind gain enough traction to pursue those dark avenues.

“I know. I know, Lee. But… but I can’t–” Ford couldn’t seem to finish the sentence, unable to find the words that could accurately convey the maelstrom of emotions that resided in his head. Thankfully, Stan could read in between the lines well enough.

“I’ll say it until you believe me.” Lee declared, one of his arms sliding over Ford’s waist to draw him closer while the other stayed tucked between their chests. Ford obediently closed the gap between them with a few calculated adjustments, tucking an arm under the pillow that Lee was resting his head on while his other hand trailed up and down Lee’s arm.

“You’ll be saying it forever then.” Ford warned with a half-hearted chuckle, an undeniable thread of truth in what was otherwise presented as a joke. Lee tenderly tapped his forehead against Ford’s with a sigh, lips twitching in amusement when Ford’s piercing gaze snapped to his face like he was the only thing worth looking at.

“Fine by me.” Lee said with a deceptively casual shrug, holding eye contact until the message was received. Ford slowly nodded with a soft exhale, the tense line of his shoulders easing as he melted into the contact, his eyes closing.

“Lee.” Ford said in a hushed tone, part statement and part desperate plea.

“I won’t leave you. Not like that.” Lee promised, relieved to find that he was speaking the truth. The thought of leaving Ford behind made Lee’s throat close up, blinking rapidly against the telltale burn of unshed tears. Lee couldn’t take another brother from Ford, it would be cruel to give in to his dark urges and condemn Ford to travel down the one-way road of self-destruction.

Funny how it was easier to stay when it was for someone else’s sake.