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Meeting the not Heroic Family

My submission for @pinesconessecrets as the santa of @mothmanfactkin, His prompts included super hero au and awkward dinner. So I combined them together into one massive fic. I hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this. (Also on Ao3!)

“Dipper, I’m not sure about this,” Wirt tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s hand.

“It’ll be fine!” Dipper awkwardly bumped Wirt with his elbow. “They don’t need to know that I’m dating the legendary ‘Spirit of the Plants’.”

“Dipper this is serious.” Wirt said. “If your Uncle is half as smart as you say he is, he should be able to figure out my identity in an instant.”

“Don’t worry about that, we have your cover story remember?” Dipper grinned, “a humble library part timer fresh out of college, looking for work. It’d cover most of our bases.”

Wirt didn’t look convinced. He bit his lip and looked away. His mind raced with all the ways this evening could go wrong. A villain somehow reconsigning him, and attacking them through the window. A giant monster bursting through the ceiling, crushing everyone and splattering the walls with their blood. Or worst of all, his boyfriend’s uncles deciding that he was a bad influence. Cutting his time with Dipper short.

“Hey, look at me.” Dipper pinched Wirt’s cheek making the lanky man wince.

“What was that for?” Wirt rubbed his cheek.

“You were doing that thing where you panic and over think everything and worry that the end of the world will come about because you dropped a spoon.” Dipper rolled his hand as he spoke.

“There was no apocalypse this time.” Wirt said in a small voice.

“That’s not the point Pilgrim.” Dipper sighed. He placed both his hands on Wirt’s shoulders. “I know you’re worried, and in truth, I am a little as well; but nothing helpful is going to come from sitting here and stewing in our sweat. Let’s go take this thing down together.”

Wirt took a deep breath, and let himself be held by Dipper. The weight of his hands on his shoulders helped ground the young man. He looked into his boyfriend’s eyes and gave a small smile.

“I think. I’ll be fine.” Wirt said slowly.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Dipper smiled.

The pair made their way down the long walk up to the mystery shack. Normally Dipper would have insisted on flying the pair over, but decided that letting Wirt get excited over the natural beauty of Gravity Falls might help him calm down enough to face his uncles. That judgement worked out swimmingly in his favour as Wirt awkwardly asked to stop every few minutes to observe some flower or shrub that he didn’t quite recognise.

“I know you said the town was bustling with the unknown, I didn’t think that would include plants.” Wirt carefully touched the leaf of a shrub.

“Is a small bush that impressive?” Dipper squated next to Wirt to observe the plant. The stem looked like it was covered in red polka dots.

“Look! This shrub adapted its stem to look like it’s covered in red ants to avoid being eaten!” Wirt said in an excited voice. He gave the leaf at the tip of the stem a small poke and gave a small twitter of delight as the stem curled up perfectly to make the polka dots look even larger.

“Huh, I never noticed that.” Dipper taped his chin.

“Probably because you spent the better part of your time running for your life.” Wirt tapped a nearby tree. A sturdy branch grew out, just high enough along the trunk to help him stand up without groaning. “Thank you.” He whispered to the tree.

“You know, for a superhero you sure do use your powers haphazardly.” Dipper teased. He stood up, and led the way to the shack.

“You’re just jealous that your yearbook photo this year was captioned ‘plant killer’.” Wirt smirked, following Dipper along the path.

“I told all of our friends to not get me house plants as gifts. But they never listen.” Dipper threw up his hands in exasperation. “I can hardly take care of myself. You think I can take care of a plant?”

“Thank your lucky stars that I didn’t decide to incarcerate you for crimes against greenery.” Wirt said.

“That’s not a thing and you know it Mr.’Hero’.” Dipper punched Wirt’s arm.

“Well it might be!” Wirt shot back. “And now the charge has changed to battery.”

“Oh no. how could you have stopped my dastardly crimes.” Dipper rolled his eyes.

“Who’s talking about crime?” came a gruff voice.

The pair looked ahead to find an older looking man. Greying hair that lay flat on his head, a red nose and square jaw. He wore a serious expression, his face behind his square glasses was twisted into a serious scowl as he looked at the two young men.

“I-uh no-one Sir.” Wirt squeaked.

Dipper on the other hand rolled his eyes. “Why? You want a cut of the goods?” “You’re damn right.” The old man smirked.

“I wha-” Wirt looked between them.

“Are you sure you’d want to be associated with horrible criminals like us?” Dipper asked. “Wouldn’t want the press to find out and cause another scandal.”

“Those paparazzi cronies will swarm after anything. It’ll blow over in less than a day.” The old man chuckled.

“What?” Wirt tilted his head.

Dipper grinned. “Wirt, this is my Great uncle Stan, retired hero and ever active conman.”

“Hero?” Wirt stared at the man. His mind raced to put a mask to the face.

“Autographs cost 50 and pictures with me are 100.” Stan gave a showman’s grin. “Keep in mind that those prices are mutually exclusive.”

“And if you want him in costume you’d be footing the tailor’s bill.” Dipper elbowed Wirt.

“Wait, who were you?” Wirt asked.

“Who was I? Who was I?” Stan looked as though he had the wind knocked out of him. “What kind of cave dweller did you bring to my house?”

Dipper rolled his eyes at Stan’s theatrics. He was well used to his uncle’s inflated ego about his hero career. Wirt on the other hand found difficulty picking up on Stan’s very subtle hints at playing a bit. He felt his stomach sink to his feet as the man’s voice grew in volume, his life flashing before his eyes as he tried to figure out which hero this angry looking man could have been.

“Grunkle Stan, tone it down, you’re going to give him a heart attack.” Came a sweet as sugar voice from inside the shack. A young lady with her hair done in a long braid opened the mesh door and punched Stan in the arm. Aside from rosy cheeks and the lack of a beard, her face was identical to Dipper’s. It didn’t take long for Wirt to recognise his boyfriend’s twin sister, Mabel.

She turned to Wirt and gave a warming smile. “Sorry about this old grump. He thinks his comedy routine should double as a horror show.”

“It’s only horror if they’re too sensitive.” Stan rubbed his arm.

“You promised Dipper you’d play nice while Wirt was visiting.” she crossed her arms.

“I also promised your uncle Shermie that I wouldn’t let you do any hero work while staying over. And look how that turned out.” Stan rolled his eyes.

“Stopping someone from stealing a car isn’t hero work.” Mabel shot back.

“Sorry about Stan,” Dipper muttered under his breath. “He’s just jealous that his hero career was cut.”

“Jealous?” Wirt stared at Dipper. “You said you didn’t tell them anything”

“He’s jealous of your youthfulness” Dipper squeezed Wirt’s shoulder. He leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “I haven’t told them a thing, I promise.”

“So he’s not mad?” Wirt clarified.

“Nope, just a really bad comedian.” Dipper smiled.

Wirt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He held onto Dipper’s hand to ground himself. It took a couple of moments but he felt his heart rate slow down.

“Hey, is the kid okay?” Stan called from the porch. Wirt could hear the audible smack of Mabel’s fist against Stan’s meaty arms, followed by a hushed. “Ouch!”

“Ready to go in?” Dipper asked patiently, ignoring his relatives and their antics.

“I think so yes.” Wirt opened his eyes and gave a weak grin.

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The pair had wanted to spend the wait for dinner in the living room, enjoying the terrible public access television that Gravity Falls had to offer. However, Stan had other plans. Apparently Dipper’s second Grunkle, Ford as Stan called him, had failed to arrive in time to help like he had agreed. And now the couple were forced into the kitchen to help with dinner preparations.

“Honestly you don’t need to help too much.” Dipper insisted as he kept an eye on the bubbling stew.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice to see the shack you talk so much about.” Wirt smiled. He carefully peeled an onion before dicing it. Dipper could have sworn the onion grew plumper when he handed it to Wirt.

“So he talks about this place huh?” Stan looked over his shoulder and away from his chopping board. “Better be talking about how great it was.”

“Oh but of course.” Dipper rolled his eyes. “The 5 star accommodations, and food to match? How could I complain?”

“Didn’t you say that the walls were riddled with splinters?” Wirt asked.

“They add character!” Stan insisted. He banged his fist on to the chopping board, launching sliced up carrots into Dipper’s bubbling pot.

“And a surprising amount of fiber.” Dipper said. He placed a lid on the pot.

“What?” Wirt looked at Dipper.

“The kid chews just about anything. I’m surprised his power wasn’t something like eating anything.” Stan said, he took the onion slices from Wirt and poured them into a pan with some oil.

“I don’t think that’d be very fitting.” Wirt said.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Stan snapped his fingers, summoning a small flame at the tip of his finger, which he then used to ignite the stove. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at Wirt. Challenging him to back up his claim.

Wirt could feel his stomach twisting under the gaze of the older man, but a gentle hand on his shoulder helped the practising hero ground himself. He took a deep breath and put on what felt like a confident grin. “Well, for one thing Dipper would need an appetite for such a power to be useful.”

There was a beat, Wirt held his breath, expecting some snide remark about how he didn’t know what he was talking about. Instead, Wirt watched as Stan slapped his knee in laughter. The old man’s wrinkled face lifted with glee as his hoarse laugh filled the shack. He accidentally knocked over the pan he had just put on the stove.

Acting quickly, Wirt grew a strong vine from the flowers on the window sill, easily catching the pan.

“And here I thought you were all talk about him being a smart alec!” Stan grinned. He clapped a hand on Wirt’s back.

“Thank you?” Wirt looked to Dipper for help.

His boyfriend gave him a small smile and a thumbs up. “Told you he could hold his own.”

“He still looks scrawny as hell.” Stan pulled his pan out of the vine’s grasp. “Pretty good with his powers. You sure he ain’t some mask behind your back?”

“Grunkle Stan, Wirt would never lie to me like that.” Dipper frowned. He looked disgusted at the suggestion.

“Not many regular people are quick enough to catch something that fast. Especially with powers they don’t use regularly.” Stan said.

“I do use my power often.” Wirt said honestly.

“And what does a librarian need chloromancy for?” Stan asked.

“It helps me put away books faster.” Wirt said. “Not to mention I had a very excitable younger brother. If I wasn’t keeping an eye on him, there was no telling how much trouble he’d get in.”

Dipper held his breath as he watched his Uncle’s reaction. The old man eyed Wirt up and down, before shrugging and moving back to his cooking. “Jeez you really are dating a goody two shoes, aren’t you?”

“You know me. Can’t help but stick to the rules.” Dipper said with an awkward chuckle.

“Only when it suits you.” Stan remarked. “Now toast the bread, I didn’t bring you in here to play 20 questions.”

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‘Ford’ was still nowhere to be seen, but the family had decided to start dinner without him.

“If he thinks I’m going to wait for him to eat then he’s got another thing coming.” Stan said.

With the use of his plant powers, Wirt was able to set the table rather quickly. He wondered why Mabel hadn’t been asked to help, but when he saw several burn marks hidden under the table cloth, he realised the risk the ever glitter throwing Mabel could be to the kitchen. It wasn’t long before the table had been set and all food was served. The three Pines and Wirt sat together at the table, enjoying the delicious food. The sound of clinking plates filled the air.

All was peaceful until a loud crash came from the living room, followed by an angry shout.

“Stanley what did you do to my mirror!”

Stan didn’t get up from his seat, in fact he acted as though he didn’t hear what had just transpired. Wirt remembered seeing the old man reach for his ears before they began eating. ‘Perhaps he turned off his hearing aids?’.

Dipper gave Wirt a smile. “We’re in the kitchen Grunkle Ford!”

Wirt turned to the doorway just in time to see a man with a similar face to Stan’s but with a much deeper cleft in his chin and much poofier hair. He wore a trench coat and red sweater over black dress pants. His clothes were scuffed and were burnt in multiple places. To the untrained eye it would have looked like the man had run wildly through the woods from some kind of monster. However Wirt was familiar with markings like those that were all over Ford’s clothing. They were from stray bullets that had nicked his clothing, narrowly avoiding him.

“Stanley, what was the big idea with putting my mirror behind the couch!” Ford marched right up to his twin, his face red with rage.

Stan lazily looked up at Ford, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. He raised a finger and swallowed his food. “I can’t hear anything you’re saying Sixer.” Stan pointed to the kitchen counter, where his hearing aids sat, keeping him deaf to the world around him.

“You knucklehead! I almost got crushed!” Ford reached to punch Stan, but he was stopped by Dipper. The young man had jumped out of his seat and grabbed a hold of Ford’s arm. Dipper also summoned a vine from the window sill to keep his uncle restrained.

“Grunkle Ford, I’m really happy you’re back in one piece. I was hoping to introduce you to my boyfriend, Wirt.” Dipper said. He nonchalantly gestured to Wirt.

“Ah, yes. I had forgotten we had guests.” Ford’s cheeks turned red as he collected himself. “I apologise for my outburst. I’m usually much more composed. However, someone’s pettiness has affected that.”

“Still deaf as a post.” Stan pointed to his large ears. His mouth full of half eaten stew.

Ford rolled his eyes and walked over to Wirt. The old man wiped his hand on his dark pants before offering a six-fingered hand shake. Wirt politely returned the gesture with a firm hand. But as the pair shook hands, a painful realisation dawned upon them both.

“You…” They both breathed. Their eyes locked into one another.

Before Wirt could say anything, Stanford ran out of the room, and out of sight.

Stan, Dipper and Mabel stared at Wirt, all thinking the same question. Wirt could feel their eyes boring into his skull, so he stood up, and excused himself. The young man made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. He splashed his face with some cold water and breathed deeply. He looked at the mirror above the sink, screamed, and tripped back into the bathtub.

“Calm down!” Dipper whispered. He stepped out of the mirror.

“How did you-”

“I’ve been copying Grunkle Ford’s power for ages.” Dipper said. “Now, would you mind explaining what that was just now?”

“So, remember how I thought I never met your uncles and was worried about a bad first impression?” Wirt asked. His tone sounded jovial despite his rattled nerves. “Well I don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

“When did you meet Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked. He sat on the side of the bathtub.

“I was doing a nightly patrol of our campus. The security guards had asked for some help from the local hero guild. Someone was breaking in and taking the latest data found by the scientific teams. I was already on campus so the hero guild put me to the job.” Wirt said. He kept in his awkwardly sat position in the tub as he spoke. The shower curtain tangled with his long limbs.

“So as I was walking around, I heard the guards calling for help, turned the corner and saw the tail coat of a man run down the hallway. ‘The light of the moon shone through the windows, guiding me through the dark to his eventual capture’. Is what I thought when I saw him turn down a dead end. But instead there was no one. There was the one way glass of the nearby lab door; but it was securely locked. The guards checked it anyway and found no one.”

“Right.” Dipper nodded along, tapping his chin.

“I walked along the floor, looking for any signs of the intruder; but alas he had slipped my grasp. The only person I found was one of the professors leaving after a late night at work. I had thought he was the intruder at first, since the first thing I saw were the tails of his coat, but it was a lab coat.” Wirt continued.

“But where does Ford fit into this?” Dipper asked.

“That professor dropped a roll of paper he was carrying. I thought it was some of his research, but when I reached down to pick it up. I noticed he had six fingers, which was not mentioned in the staff listings. And when I looked at his ID, it was a crudely faked card.” Wirt said.

“Ooooh.” Dipper sucked in a breath. “And he realised you were the hero from that night?”

“There’s no way he didn’t.” Wirt said.

“Okay, things are messy, but, there’s nothing to worry about.” Dipper clapped his hands. “He knows that you know, but we don’t know he knows. So we can use this to our advantage.”

“If he knows that we know, then he won’t try to deal with me to make sure I don’t blab?” wirt asked.

“But he can’t be sure that you know.” Dipper said. “As far as your story goes, you’re only a librarian. Just keep your cool and things should smooth over.”

“Considering how annoyed your Uncle Stan is, I doubt he’d want to cause too much more trouble.” Wirt said.

“Exactly.” Dipper smiled. “Now come on, dinner’s getting cold and trust me when I say you don’t want to fight Mabel for seconds.”

Wirt watched as Dipper stood up offering his hand. The young man took a deep breath before accepting his boyfriend’s hand.

“That sounds lovely.” he agreed.

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@pinesconesecret2k17 Title: Weihnukka Rating: Teen Characters: Dipper Pines, Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) Summary: The snow fell softly over their Massachusetts apartment. The news warned folks to stay indoors, as a cold front would be moving in during the evening, until early the next morning. Thankfully, the young couple had no reason to leave the comfort of their home. They had plans for the night, and no blizzard was going to stop them.

If anything, the heavy snowfall was just more incentive for a quiet, romantic night spent celebrating.

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Happy Holiday @cinnamonbees! I’m your Secret Santa!

You requested Road trips, Theme parks, cliche holiday cuddles/snow days, or cooking/baking. I went with a combination of Cliche Holiday Cuddles, and Cooking/Baking– just like this story is a combination of two things.

I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. I hope you had a wonderful holidays, and that this year is a lot less stressful than the last.

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Thank you for the interest in the event this year. the mod team is looking forward to this event, especially after a year as big as 2020.

So, without further delay, if you’re interested in participating then please fill out this application form.

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Pinescone Secret Santa

Hey there @oakwoodouroboros-fics-and-art! I’m your secret Santa! Sorry it’s a bit late, I hope you enjoy it! I wrote a fic for you. Also tagging the blog that set this all up, @pinesconessecrets. This was a blast to write! - Nana Graye

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Prompt(s): Fluffy, Deciduous, Tempest, Allow

Pairing: Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) and Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: A walk in the woods takes a turn for the heartwarming when a fall storm rolls in. Wirt and Dipper have a heart-to-heart under a tree during a rainstorm.

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Secret Santa for Trustintoast

((Happy Holidays @trustintoast ! I’m your secret santa! You wanted “Awkward Nerd Love”, mixed with “Casual Everyday”, and “Pinescone vs. Disney World”, So I tried to combine them a little. I’m sorry that it’s Disneyland, instead of World–I’ve only been to DisneyWorld once, but I’ve been to DL multiple times, so I thought it would be easier to explain. I’m also sorry that I cut it much shorter. I wanted to make sure you got your gift, but I initially had more planned with them at the park. I hope you still like it. And if not, I could come back and fix it up for you. Thank you for the wait. I hope you had a happy holidays. Enjoy your gift!))

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“Sunscreen?”

“Check!”

“Change of Clothes?”

“Double Check!”

“Money for Souvenirs?”

“Triple Check!”

“Backpacks for everyone to carry their supplies?”

“Check Check Check! We’re good babe.”

“Well, I would expect nothing less from my favorite organizer.”

The man in the passenger seat blushed at the compliment, hiding behind his phone.

From the backseat came, “I want to get some Mickey Mouse Ears!” followed by a thump thump thump!

The driver scowled in the rearview mirror at his brother, “Greg, we’ll get you your Mickey Mouse ears, but please stop kicking the back of my seat. It’s not going to make me drive any faster.”

Another voice from the backseat exclaimed, “I WANT BABY YODA!!!” followed by an even louder THUMP THUMP THUMP!

“Ahhh! Mabel, what are you, five? Don’t kick the back of my seat!”

“Why do you get shot gun, Dip n Dots!” The female voice, now identified as Mabel Pines, pouted.

“Because I’m the one with the map!” The passenger, her twin brother Dipper Pines, explained.

“Your map is literally your phone, open to google maps! Anyone of us could have done it.”

“But no one would look as cute as Dipper,” The driver, Wirt, said with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Ewwwww, gag me with a spoon!” Mabel groaned, sinking into her seat.

“No being gross and mushy on this trip,” The last rider, Greg, huffed. He gave his brother’s seat another thorough kick.

“Hey! Greg! Knock it off! I can still turn this car around!” Wirt warned.

Greg rolled his eyes, leaning over to whisper in Mabel’s ear, “Yeah right. We’re stuck in traffic. We’re not going anywhere.” Mabel snickered.

“I heard that!”

The two backseat passengers snapped to attention, biting their bottom lip to keep from further chortling.

“Also, we’re going to Disneyland, the “happiest place on earth!” I think a little mushiness is to be expected,” Dipper said, turning to look back at his sister.

“Yeah, but we’re in a car for the next 2 hours, and if I have to listen to you two flirt, I think I’d rather walk the rest of the way.”

“You’re just bitter cause you have no one to flirt with.” Mabel gasped, a hand to her chest, “You wound me dear brother! How dare you say such slanderous and true words!”

Dipper rolled his eyes, turning back in his seat.

“Hey! Why aren’t we playing Disney music? This is a road trip to Disneyland! Shouldn’t we be jamming out to some classic hits?” Mabel leaned forward, trying to grab the aux cord.

Dipper smacked her hands away, “Ugh, no Mabel! How tacky can you get!”

“You’re tacky!” Mabel snapped back.

“YEAH, I AGREE, THIS CAR IS TOO QUIET! WE NEED SOME DISNEY MUSIC!” Greg shouted, siding with Mabel.

“We’re going to be there for hours! We’ll get plenty of Disney cheer at the park,” Wirt tried to protest. He just knew that if they played that music, he’d wind up with a headache.

But both his and Dipper’s words were quickly drowned out by the two excitable chantings of “Disney Music! Disney Music! Disney Music!”

“They’re not going to stop…” Dipper muttered.

Wirt groaned, wanting to slam his head on the steering wheel, “I know…”

Dipper whipped back around, glaring, “Fine, you heathens! You win!”

“YAY!!!!”

“YAY!!!!” The two simultaneously cheered.

Mabel leaned back over, triumphantly taking the aux cord as her prize, and plugged it in to her bedazzled phone. She turned the volume up to the max.

“Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride” from Lilo and Stitch filled the car.

Dipper slammed his head back into the headrest, “Hooray~” He droned.

Mabel sneered evilly, “Oh don’t pretend like you hate it Dipstick! In fact, If I remember, I believe it was you who wanted to play the Frozen 2 soundtrack in the car, on the way back from the theatre.”

Dipper lit up like a Christmas Tree. He began stuttering weakly in Wirt’s direction, as if trying to save face, “T-that’s only because the soundtrack was really good this time, and had an air of folk that the first movie severely lacked. It made Frozen 2 feel more genuine to the original story. I was just really impressed this time–”

“Right…Right…Oh but wait…which song was your favorite again?” Mabel asked, putting a finger to her cheek, pretending to think. Then that wicked smile returned, full force, “Oh yeah! It was “Lost in the Woods”!”

“Mabel, NO! STOP! Have mercy!”

But there was no mercy for those who cursed Disney music.

“Wait…which one was Lost in the Woods again?” Wirt asked. He thought back to the movie, trying to remember which of those songs would be Dipper’s favorite. Was it the lullaby song? Or the one Elsa sang?

Mabel and Greg’s eyes sparkled with ill intent; Dipper ducked low into his seat, but there was no escaping, no hiding.

Not when Mabel had control of the radio. And with that innocent question, the song that followed was an 80’s-esque rock ballad.

“Oh…Oh. Y-yeah…this makes sense,” Even Wirt couldn’t hide the slight curl of his lips. He cast his boyfriend a sidelong glance.

Dipper looked out his window, longingly. He wondered if it wasn’t too late to throw himself out of the passenger side door, into oncoming vehicles.

…But they were stuck in the deadlock of traffic, so that plan was quickly, and regretfully, forgotten.

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“Hi, can I get 8 breakfast Jack meals–”

“Wirt, I want pancakes!” Greg whined.

“Greg, they don’t serve pancakes–” “Actually they do. You can do the mini pancakes, or the Jumbo Breakfast platter,” Mabel pointed out.

Wirt looked at the menu, eyebrows rising, “Wow, when did they add that?” It had been a very long time since he’d eaten here. This fast food chain was more recognizable in the west coast then the east.

“I want the Jumbo Breakfast!” Greg shook the driver’s seat.

“Greg, are you going to finish that? I don’t want to buy something unless you’re sure you’ll eat it.”

“Silly ol brother o’ mine, I’m a growing boy! I can totally eat all that,” Greg patted his stomach like it was a djembe drum. His stomach growled back, as if to second it’s owner’s proclamation.

Wirt muttered dejectedly to himself, “And the syrup in the car…that’s just an accident waiting to happen…”

“Sir…you’re holding up the line…” the timid voice on the speaker mumbled.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry! Just give me one more minute,” Wirt apologized; he didn’t expect breakfast to be this stressful. He was almost certain that when he was little, ordering breakfast on a road trip was a simple endeavor.

Then again, Wirt easily accepted what his parent’s ordered for him.

“Can I order a milkshake?”

“Mabel, It’s 7:30 in the morning,” Wirt looked at her in abject horror.

“…And?” Mabel so eloquently put it.

“Guys, come on, can’t we just make it simple?…Dipper you’re fine with what I ordered, right?”

Dipper flashed his lover a guilty smile, “Well, um, actually, I was going to ask if I could order from the lunch menu instead…I prefer their lunch over their breakfast…”

Wirt was utterly betrayed, “E tu?”

Dipper put his hands together, mumbling a soft, but pleading, “Sorry, and thank you!”

Wirt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Everyone hurry up and tell me what you want–exactly what you want! Because I really don’t want to waste this poor lady’s time any further, and the cars behind me are starting to angrily honk their horns.”

And suddenly the car was filled with a cacophony of different requests.

“One at a time! One at a time!” Wirt cried, trying to figure out whose request was who’s.

Was this what it was going to be like from now one, being the driver of a road trip? Endless chatter, constant bickering, and indecision when ordering food–topped off by off key singing to the same playlist for the next couple hours. Oh this was not looking good for his sanity.

“…Sir…” the voice on the headset whimpered, sounding even smaller.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Just one more second. I promise!”

The car behind him rammed their horn. When Wirt peeked in the rearview window, he could see an elderly woman flipping him the bird.

—

When he pulled up to the window, the lady who handed him the food was shaking, her eyes big and fearful. She shrunk back when Wirt took the bags from her hands, as if she was expecting him to yell at her.

Wirt understood that anxiety so well, he once more apologized for the commotion, and slipped a 20 dollar tip into her hand.

When he pulled away, the lady seemed a little less on edge.

—

An hour later, and Wirt’s resistance was starting to crumple.

After 20 songs, food sitting comfortably in his belly, and more than a couple loving looks from his boyfriend, Wirt was beginning to enjoy the ride.

He even did the unthinkable, and turned up the dial on the radio when “I Just Can’t Wait to be King” started up. The look of shock– quickly followed by glee– from his family’s faces was priceless.

And when he joined in singing “When Will my Life Begin” with the rest of them, he knew he was doomed.

Goodbye Sanity. T’was nice knowing you. Come back soon.

—

As soon as they arrived, Wirt had to keep a tight hold on the back of Greg’s shirt, because the teen was desperately trying to run off.

“Greg, I don’t care if you’re 13 now, you stay by my side until we get inside the park. I don’t want to lose you on the bus, or have some weirdo try to kidnap you.”

“Ugh, Wirt, stop treating me like a child–” Greg huffed.

“Well, you have a habit of getting us into trouble,” Wirt said, though he quickly realized the person usually getting them into trouble was himself.

“No you!” Greg snapped, though his smirk was playful.

“No You!” Wirt snapped back, also smiling.

They stuck their tongues out at one another.

Meanwhile, Mabel was dragging her brother violently towards the buses, her excitement having reached critical, “Come on Dipper, quit dragging your feet! We’re here!!! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

“Mabel, stop pulling, I need to tie my shoe. I’m gonna trip. M-Mabel! Wirt, help me! She’s gone mad!”

“Mabel Madness! I’M COMING FOR YOU BABY YODA, YOU WILL BE MINE!” Mabel cackled, sounding like a disney villain.

“Wirt!!!!”

—

“Okay, so we should start at heading for Adventure Island and work our way around,” Wirt traced the map with his finger, showing their destined path.

“I think we should go counterclockwise, cause the more popular rides will get populated in the evening, as more guests arrive,” Dipper argued, tracing the map opposite Wirt.

“BABY YODA! We gotta start with Galaxy’s Edge, because that’s going to be the most crowded of all! We want to get in a few rides early,” Mabel chimed in, vigorously pointing at the newest area.

The three bickered about what to do, until they realized there was one more person with them, and turned to Greg to be the tie breaker.

Greg looked at the three expectant faces, trying to decide who would be the right choice.

He should side with his brother…but then again, Dipper was well organized…on the other hand, Mabel was his best friend…but Wirt usually knew best…but Dipper and Mabel had been to Disney before…but– “Um…Um…Maybe, we could…flip a coin?” Greg finally suggested.

The three young adults groaned.

“Greg, there’s three of us, and there’s no such thing as a three sided coin,” Wirt reprimanded.

Greg squinted at his brother, then turned to address the twins, “Well then we’ll flip for Mabel and Dipper’s plan, since Wirt has been eliminated from making a choice.”

“Hey! Wait! What? Greg!”

—

Galaxy’s Edge was packed when the four walked through the gates. Like a can of sardines, the group shuffled slowly through the crowds, trying not to get separated. Wirt kept one hand tightly on his brother’s, while the other hand clung to the back of Dipper’s jacket. The waving bodies made him feel nauseous and claustrophobic, but he swallowed it back, determined not to get sick so early in the day.

Everything would be fine as long as they stuck together.

At least, until Mabel saw her baby yoda plush hanging from one of the open stall shops–at which point, she made a mad dash for the store, barreling a way through. Many people ducked out of her way as she ravenously charged for her prize.

Within seconds, the path she had carved was swallowed up by the park goers.

“Mabel, get back here!” Dipper yelled, but she was already gone. “Wirt, can you–?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Wirt craned his head to keep his eyes on her. It wasn’t hard when she was wearing a glittery red sweater, and matching sparkly headband.

However, just as he spotted her long brown hair fluttering, he felt his brother’s hand slip out of his hold.

He whipped his head back around, catching a glimpse of green as his brother slipped under people’s legs, heading towards the giant Millennium Falcon building

“Greg! W-wait! Get back here!” His voice croaked– but just like his brother, and Dipper’s sister–it was swallowed up by the crowd.

Panic began to bubble up in his stomach. Wild thoughts flitted through his head–one after the other, each one worse than the last. Getting lost in a big place like this– this was not good! And Dipper was dragging him in one direction, while his brother was running in the other. He stuttered over his tongue, trying to find the words to stop them, but bit his tongue in the process. The bodies swayed to and fro, pushing him and pulling him; his hands were clammy, and he could feel his own grip loosening. The feeling of anxiety mounted, as his vision grew spotty.

Not good, not good, not good, not– Dipper intertwined their fingers, squeezing, and all the previous anxieties melted away. They were stopped in the middle of the walkway, with a few annoyed people passing them by, but Dipper was looking at him with a composed smile. Dipper wasn’t often composed–they were both nervous, stuttering messes in the worst of situations. But right now, seeing Dipper’s relaxed composition, and having the man’s hands tightly holding his, he could see those few glimpses of bravery, of excitement and calculated analytics–one of the many reasons he fell for the man in front of him.

“Don’t worry, everyone’s got cell phones. Nothing’s going to happen. We’ll grab Mabel, and then find Greg. He’s right, you know? He’s not a baby anymore–you don’t have to worry so much about him. It’s going to be okay Wirt, just breathe. I’m here. We’re going to have fun today, I promise. So relax, and just breathe.”

Those simple words were a great start, though Wirt knew it was still going to take some convincing.

He took a deep inhale through his nose, releasing a shaky exhale from his mouth.

“Right…fun. We’re here to have fun.” He inhaled once more; his second exhale was steadier, “…Okay. Let’s go save the poor sales clerk from your sister.”

Dipper’s smile turned to something more bubbly; it was clear he was just as excited to be here as the other two. After all, this was Dipper’s whole childhood, of course he would be geeking out–especially when his favorite franchise finally had its own area. But he was still trying to stay cool for his lover, and Wirt truly appreciated that level headedness right now. Dipper squeezed Wirt’s hand one more time for boosted confidence.

The bodies swayed, but Dipper and Wirt swayed with them, keeping afloat in the massive ocean of Star Wars fans.

—

From there, the group went from each area to the next, riding the different attractions, and exploring the many stores offered. Lines were long, sometimes 40 minutes long, but the group kept distracted with playful banner, and dumb word games.

Mabel lugged her new Yoda doll in her arms, cradling it like a newborn baby. Dipper swore he could even hear her cooing to it from time to time.

Greg ate a churro that was sprinkled with blue candy powder–the “light side” churro saber.

Wirt was spooning the last of his frozen lemonade into his mouth, reluctantly wearing a pair of Sorcerer’s apprentice, Mickey Mouse ears that Greg had put on him.

Dipper stared at his family, feeling a calming bliss that he often didn’t get to experience by himself. As he watched his family, trying to decide where to go next, what to do next, Dipper blessed his lucky stars–When you wish upon a star playing in the back of his mind–that he had such a perfectly crazy, but loving family.

Wirt looked over, noticing Dipper’s stare, and he smiled bashfully, cheeks pink. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing, just…I’m having a good time,” Dipper replied.

“Even with this heat, and this crowd?” Wirth inquired.

Dipper leaned his head briefly on Wirt’s shoulder, and for a second–just a second– he braced his hands around Wirt’s arm, holding him like they were a lovesick, brand new couple, “Yeah…Is it preemptive to say that I don’t want this day to end?”

Wirt laughed, the blush rising to the tips of his ears, “Well, it’s barely noon, there’s still plenty of time left in the day–so, yes. But I think I know what you mean.” Wirt ducked down, kissing Dipper’s sweat soaked, bang covered, forehead, “For my first time here…I thought it was going to be a lot worse. But I got to say, with you and Mabel here–it’s still pretty hectic…but much more enjoyable.”

Dipper’s eyes widened, “This is your first time here at Disney?” “Dipper, I lived in Massachusetts for most of my childhood! Of course it is!”

Dipper eyes started to sparkle, “Well then, I got a lot of lasting memories to leave you with.” He liked the challenge already.

Seeing the adorable, childlike expression on the 19 year old, made Wirt laugh even harder, “Well I look forward to seeing what you pull off!”

Dipper started babbling excitedly, “Oh man, we have to go on the Matterhorn next! It’s pretty fast, and a little wild, but really fun. And it’s two to a seat…so maybe you and I could share a—AH! Ohhh, I just remembered. The matterhorn macaroons are the best–you have to try them, although that’s located at the Jolly Holiday Bakery! But we’ll make sure to get some. I’ve got the perfect plan for hitting all the rides and best locations in the most amount of time, even with the long lines. Hmm, I guess I have to show you “It’s a Small World”–it’s not super fun–kinda annoying, but it’s a Disneyland staple. But if we’re going by Disney staples, then we gotta do Big Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain, and Space Mountain. Ohhh I gotta figure out what to do for lunch. There’s so many good choices–but also really crappy ones, so be careful. Don’t worry, me and Mabel know the best…Mabel–Hey, hey, Mabel! Where should we go to lunch!? It’s Greg and Wirt’s first time at Disney! We gotta make it special! Mabel, did you hear me?”

Hearing that it was their first time, Mabel squealed excitedly, and began babbling alongside her brother, the two practically speaking codes. Greg and Wirt watched the two in amazement, both intrigued, and horrified–well, mostly Wirt is horrified– at the shift in fanatics.

“I wanna go on Indiana Jones! And Oh, Pirates of the Carribean, we have to ride that too! I wanna see Jack Sparrow! Hey, hey Wirt, should we get autographs since we never got them before?” Greg chimed in, the enthusiasm contagious. This gets Dipper and Mabel squawking even more eagerly.

“Is it true that they have giant Turkey legs here? And something called “Hidden Mickeys?” Wirt asked, trying to keep up with the rest of his family. He didn’t want to feel so out of the loop, but maybe playing along was a little much, considering the effect it was having.

The twins looked like they’re going to explode at this point, ready to burst with all their Disney trivia and knowledge.

Wirt sighed, mumbling softly to himself, “I’m just thankful I didn’t plan a trip to Disneyworld. I’m scared to see you guys planning out your day there.”

The conversation stopped dead. Dipper and Mabel turned, eyes wide, pupils dilating. Wirt realized too late, that they had heard him.

And suddenly, the conversation turned to plans for next year, and tickets to Florida, and overnight stays at cheap hotels. Epicot, and Animal Kingdom, and the water parks in summer–all the special foods and treats that Magic Kingdom had over Disneyland. His mumblings had gotten Greg excited, thinking they were really planning to go there next summer.

The idea was ludicrous, but watching Dipper’s face, red with nervous joy, the gleam in his eyes, and his dimples deepening as he laughed, the idea didn’t seem so irrational.

Although, Wirt would prefer a trip with just the two of them, if they were to do something that huge. Much as he loved his brother and Mabel, a place that big would be too much stress, and Wirt would really just like to focus on one thing at a time: that one thing being Dipper, in this instance.

In order to stop the delusions from continuing and hope from blossoming, Wirt clapped his hands, and declared, “Before we start making plans for next year, let’s worry about today. We’re only burning daylight if we stand here talking about what ifs. Dipper, you promised you’d make today memorable, so let’s make some memories. I…I want to know more about this…Matterhorn macaroon.”

It sounded strangely mature, but also incredibly dorky. He flushed as the words left his mouth.

But Mabel had run and taken Greg’s hand, dragging him off, and Dipper had wrapped his arm around Wirt’s, pulling him along, which must have meant that his little speech had worked.

He didn’t know what was going to happen next, or if today would be anymore hectic–of course it is, Wirt, you’re at a theme park, and you don’t even like rides–but, if nothing else, today would be an adventure.

And Wirt quickly learned through dating Dipper Pines, that any adventure, big or small, was always going to be worthwhile, so long as they were tackling it together. And unlike Gravity Falls, there was likely to be less crazy, paranormal anomalies happening around them; they were less likely to get hurt, or fall into danger here at Disneyland–hopefully.

They would cross that castle bridge when they got to it.

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The hardships of being gay and anxious

(Hi! This is my gift for @colorfullyminded, hope you like it!)

Lately, Jason Funderberker and Dipper had spent a lot of time together.

He thought nothing of it, not even when Norman teased him about being jealous. Because, why would he even be jealous? What was there to be jealous of? He had accepted that Dipper was straight and his chances were nonexistent a long time ago, and even though it didn’t stop hurting it had certainly eased up; so he had high hopes time would be kind and he would finally be able to let go of his stupid crush once they graduated from high school. And yeah, he would prefer it if Dipper chose to hang out with him instead of that idiot, but he couldn’t force him to take better decisions. So no, he wasn’t jealous or suspicious.

Until that day, when they both walked into class wearing matching bracelets.

They’re just friendship bracelets, he thought at first. But then he noticed the colors of the strings. Black, gray, white, purple, pink, purple and blue. The colors of the asexual and the bisexual flag. Did that mean… that the two of them were biromantic asexuals? Why didn’t Dipper tell him? He was the first person he had come out to! He supported him when he decided to tell his parents and little brother he was gay! So why…?

He didn’t mention the bracelets, waiting for Dipper to tell him when he felt ready. But the time didn’t come. Instead, Funderberker and him began to hang out even more than before, as if the time they spent together because of the band and DnD club wasn’t enough. Were they dating? It sure as hell looked like it.

So now Wirt found himself counting the days until graduation, heartbroken, stressed and feeling the most lost he’s ever felt in his life.

He tried to find comfort in his poetry, but every single thing he wrote was about loves that couldn’t be, misery, or just straight out about Dipper. It felt good to let it out of his chest, but after noticing he had almost filled a notebook with those poems he felt so pathetic he almost cried. No matter how much he tried to focus on more positive themes and emotions, he just couldn’t, and any attempt at it would be ripped out of the notebook in a fit of rage at how awful he thought it was.

It really seemed that when Dipper distanced himself, he took everything good Wirt had with him.

It wasn’t fair.

*****

Dipper couldn’t stay still.

The day had finally come, and he couldn’t stop fidgeting with his bracelet in anticipation of what was about to happen. He had been working on this for a whole month, paying attention to every little detail and doing his best so everything was close to perfection. The weight of the notebook in his bag was a constant reminder of how things would change and how they would never, ever, be back to normal.

A part of him was so scared of the outcome and begged him to just go home and let things stay the same, and to hit his stupid feelings with a shovel and bury them in the ground somewhere in the forest back at Gravity Falls. But it was too late to back off now, and it had taken him months to accept his crush on Wirt like to throw all his hard work down the drain just because he was too nervous and frightened.

Sighing while fixing his sleeves, Dipper let his thoughts take him back a few months ago to an event Mabel liked to call “The Bi-pper awakening”.

He had just been walking towards the place in the park where he would meet with Wirt and Norman (though the latter had sent a text saying he was going to be late) when he spotted Wirt sitting under a tree at the distance. His heart beat a little faster, but he thought nothing of it like the dumbass he was. That is, until he heard him.

Wirt wasn’t exactly a good singer, but he had quite the decent voice. A kind, trembling and a little creaky voice. And as he heard him sing in a foreign language with the peace of someone who belongs right there between the nature, Dipper found himself aware of his breathing and of how all the decisions he had made in his life had taken him there, in that moment, with that beautiful man.

And then he heard a record scratch in his mind.

The only logical thing to do then was, of course, to start panicking.

So he did, turning around and running until he found a bush excellent for hiding. It was a good thing that zone of the park was practically desolate, because otherwise someone would have heard him talking to himself trying to find an explanation to what he was feeling: was he gay? Why had he never felt like this for another man? What about all the girls he had liked before? Was Wirt just an exception? Were the crushes he had on women fake? Was it all a dream?

It went on and on, and it would have surely keep going had it not been for Norman texting him to ask “about his fucking whereabouts”.

He took another couple of minutes to regain his composure, and for the rest of the day he tried to act normal and to avoid staring at Wirt (it had never been difficult, what was happening now!), though he really wanted to go home, steal one of Mabel’s sweaters and go to Sweater Town.

Weeks passed, and after days of questioning his sexuality and doing deep internal analyses, he could say with confidence he was bisexual. So he came out to his sister, though he wasn’t ready to tell the rest of the family yet. Coming out to his friends was an easier choice, but after telling a few (it’s not like he had many to begin with) he found himself with a big trouble: how was he going to tell Wirt without spilling out his feelings? He, Norman and Jason were the only ones left, and though he knew he could trust Norman he wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep quiet in front of Wirt (he didn’t have the same trouble with Jason because he knew Wirt wouldn’t believe him), and he wasn’t fucking prepared for that. That only left Jason.

The day he came out to Jason was amazing; he hadn’t been ready for him to came out as asexual, much less to spend the rest of the afternoon making friendship bracelets while singing ABBA and promising to go together to the next Pride. Of course, while talking about that Jason suggested to invite Wirt too, which kind of forced Dipper to talk about his crush, which made Jason remind him of prom and of how big of an opportunity it was, which caused Dipper to think…

So now, after days spent planning and writing, he was ready to tell Wirt.

He tried to stay calm, listing in his mind every step of his plan and the words he had to say, but he just couldn’t stop sweating.

But he was going to do it, no turning back.

*****

If someone were to look at Wirt while he waited for Dipper, they could easily tell he was terrified.

Was Dipper finally going to tell him he was dating Jason Funderberker and that he couldn’t be friends with someone that hated his boyfriend? Because he could change! He could become Funderberker best friend if that would keep Dipper in his life, no matter how pathetic that sounded. He loved him, and he would take Dipper’s love in whatever way he choose.

He was in the middle of a really detailed fantasy of how different his life would be without Dipper (and how gloomy the future was certainly going to be), when Dipper himself walked into the room. Well, if the secluded section of the park their group of friends always used as meeting point could be considered a room. He was sweating, his shaking hands holding onto a notebook as if it held all the secrets in the universe, and overall worrying Wirt to no end.

But before he could even ask what was wrong, Dipper cleared his throat and opened his mouth. Then he closed it. Then he opened it again. Then he closed it with a defeated expression and just handed Wirt the notebook.

It looked like a normal notebook, a harmless and typical notebook, were it not for the words written in the cover.

100 reasons you should go to prom with me (sources included)

Was this a joke?

Right as he was about to panic (and/or cry) Dipper finally found his voice.

“I… I had a whole thing I wanted to say… but Mabel confiscated all the copies I had of my speech so… let’s just….” he coughed trying to dissimulate the way his voice had creaked and then proceeded to clear his throat with force “let’s just go with the words past Dipper wrote, please?”

There was a lot of questions Wirt wanted to ask, and yet the one he did hadn’t even crossed his mind adequately before he said it.

“Weren’t you dating Funderberker?”

Dipper’s face in that moment could have been the reaction meme of the decade.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He tried to explain the detailed monologue he (kind of) kept in his mind, but his brain refused to remember every piece of evidence and every argument he had accumulated “You… him… the bracelets”

“They’re just friendship bracelets”

Well, now he felt stupid. That meant he had only spent a month wallowing in self-pity when those two were just friends and when Dipper actually wanted to go to prom with him… alright, that last part still sounded fake.

He took a deep breath, discreetly looking at the bushes expecting to see a hidden camera or the bastard of Jason Funderberker laughing at his situation, but he found nothing of the sort, just Dipper with his adorable sweaty face, and his hat that finally looked like he had washed it, and his only decent pair of pants, and his formal shoes and oh god, this was serious wasn’t it?

He gulped, not believing his luck even though the light weight of the notebook was making it easier by the minute “So this… you want… you really want to go to prom with me?”

Dipper looked at him with determination in the eyes that had inspired him to write dozens of poems, and suddenly he was stricken with the realization that he would never, ever, stop writing poems about him “I like you, Wirt.” He then rubbed his arm and kept going, though it took Wirt a second to notice, lost in those words as he was “I don’t know for how long, I just know I realized it when I heard you sang that ballad that your grandfather taught you”

He couldn’t process Dipper’s confession yet (he was on it though) so he decided to focus on the memory of that day.

“Yeah, I remember that. Mabel caught me humming it and all of you insisted I sang it and explained it to you” That had been a really awkward moment, but sharing the song with his friends was incredible. His grandfather had always been so kind with him, and he had taught him his mother language since he was little, so preserving his memory through the songs and the tales he learned from him was the least he could do for the man that had cared so much for him.

Dipper blushed “No. I heard you sing it before, when…” he groaned and covered his face “when we decided to hang out here and Norman was late and I saw you and I loved your voice and I realized I love you” taking a deep breath after uncovering his face, he finally looked at him again “And also… I love it when you speak German”

He loved him. He said it. He said it.

Well, it was his turn wasn’t it?

“Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht. Seh ich nur einmal dein Gesicht, Seh dir ins Auge nur einmal, Frei wird mein Herz von aller Qual. Gott weiß, wie mir so wohl geschicht! Ob ich dich liebe, weiß ich nicht.”

Okay, technically he didn’t say it, but he really loved that poem and hey! It was in German! That probably gave him extra points.

If Dipper’s face was anything to go by, it did.

“What did you say?”

Mustering all the confidence he had, he smiled at him “You’ll find out at prom”

(The song they talk about is this one, if anyone wants to hear it! Also the poem is from Goethe. Sorry if there’s a mistake, English is my second languague)

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