WenPines

gravity-pinefalls:

As I will most assuredly never write this, I release it to the masses.

Untitled WenPines Outline

Dipper and Mabel are sharing an apartment in Seattle, both mid-20s and post-college, both using their talents to work their way up the ranks of indie film production, both boinking each other on the downlow.  

Wendy had taken six months off work to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail northbound, with Dipper and Mabel serving as her support team out of Seattle.  The twins happily received Wendy’s progress reports via cellphone and (in some locations) emergency satellite phone, and helped manage her hiking blog, while also arranging shipments of supplies and equipment to supply stations on her route.  When they received the dreaded call that she had to quit, barely a hundred miles shy of the Canadian border, they picked her up from the trail, got her to a clinic, and invited her to stay in her apartment until she figured out her next plan.  Mabel offered her bedroom; Dipper took the couch so Mabel could have his room(technically their study; Dipper’s bed was mostly for show).  

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holy shit

“Reunion”

sevralships:

(Shoutout to @handleonthescandal for conceptualizing fem!dippin’, an AU where the Pines triplets consist of Fem!Dip, Mabel, and Tyrone. When I recently had the good fortune to spend some time with @dddippinsauce and @equilateral-asshat outside of cyberspace, it was hard to keep the dynamic far from our minds. This fic is dedicated to the two of them ‘cause they’re the bestest chicken nuggets around).

It’s been nearly ten years since the Pines triplets were all together in Gravity Falls for any length of time. They are finally all together, for only a weekend, and Mabel finds herself tempted to pick up right where they left off. Angst, fluff, smut. TW incest. Fem!Dippin Pinecest. NSFW. 11,200 words (ooh what a nice round number!)

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Protection

dddippinsauce:

Title: Protection
Genre: Semi-angsty hurt/comforty pinecestish
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and light NSFW content
Summary: Mabel always comes when he calls. It’s how she protects him.

Notes: Oh god first GF fic help me. It’s a slightly different flavor of pinecest, but it’s a specific dynamic that I am a huge, huge sucker for when it comes to twincest, and especially these two dorks. This is also based on my personal prediction that in canon, things are gonna get a lot worse before they get better, which is reflected in this fic.

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The call comes at five in the morning. Mabel’s asleep, has been for hours, but when she sees Dipper’s name on the screen she knows he probably hasn’t even laid in bed yet. Her voice is thick when she answers. “What’s the deal, broski?” Feigning a light-hearted tone, even though she already knows, at this hour, why he’s calling.

“Please,” he says, and his voice breaks, and he swears softly. He didn’t want his voice to break right away, she thinks. “Please come up.”

“Of course.” She’s already stumbling out of bed, switching on a light that hurts her eyes, making soft shushing sounds at Fritters when he wakes up at the foot of her bed and blinks confusedly. Me too, kittenpants. Me too. “Just gonna make the coffee and put on some shoes. You have food in the apartment?”

“Sort of.” His voice is still quavering. She’s distracting him, keeping him grounded to the here, the now, the real.

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