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Pinescone Secret Santa

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Takes place after Gravity Falls. Wirt and Greg have gone up to Gravity Falls with Dipper and his family, and while everyone else is out, Dipper and Wirt decide to do a little hiking on their own.

Wirt wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was winter up in Gravity Falls, and he and his brother were spending their holiday vacation with the Pines family. Everyone else was out of the Shack visiting with friends, and Dipper had wanted to take Wirt on a hike through the woods. It was pretty cold for a hike, and Wirt could take or leave the forest, given some of his past experiences. But Dipper’s eyes had shone with excitement, and he was so eager to show Wirt his favorite bits of Gravity Falls weirdness, that Wirt couldn’t help but say yes. So they’d bundled up in sweaters and gloves, packed some food, and set off into the forest.

That was five hours ago.

Wirt took off his gloves. Hiking had made him way too hot, and his feet were aching. “Dipper, if we are lost in the woods again…”

“We’re not lost!”

“We’ve been hiking for hours. In circles. See that tree?” He pointed. “That’s from twenty minutes ago. When I lost my sanity.”

Dipper stopped and looked around. They’d reached a small, flat clearing, still carpeted with grass even with the approaching winter. “Well…I guess this is as good a place as any to –”

Wirt dropped his backpack with a thud and collapsed to the ground.

“– stop. Er…yeah.”

Wirt rolled over onto his back and let his arms flop out to the sides. “I feel a sudden and profound kinship with Sisyphus, pushing his boulder time and again to the top of the hill, just as we circle endlessly in this eternal forest. I am weary in my very soul.”

Dipper cracked a grin. “Sorry, Wirt.”

Wirt waved a hand and then let it drop back to the grass with a sigh, closing his eyes. The chilled ground felt great through his sweater. Not to mention that his feet and legs were practically creaking with relief at the opportunity to rest. It sort of reminded him of when he and Greg slept in the woods in the unknown. Right now Greg was off doing who-knew-what with Dipper’s sister, Mabel. He wondered if Greg was as tired as Wirt felt right now.

There came a scratching noise.

He cracked an eye open. Dipper was scribbling furiously in his journal.

“Oh, please tell me there’s not some magic bug thing in my hair.”

“Hang on one second, don’t move.”

Wirt swallowed. “There is, isn’t there? Oh man, if my hair turns blue like last time I –”

“Tada!”

Dipper held up his journal. He’d drawn a sketch of Wirt laying in the clearing, completely relaxed in the downy grass, an expression of perfect peace on his face.

Wirt blushed. “That is so unfairly cute.”

“Yes, you are!” Dipper said cheerfully, snapping the book shut. “I’ve gotta make a record of every amazing thing I see. And that includes a certain future Poet Laureate.”

“Don’t forget his muse, with the blessing of the heavens on his brow and the map to my heart in his hands.”

“Oh now who’s being unfairly cute?”

Dipper grinned and lay down on the grass next to Wirt, his head pillowed on Wirt’s arm. Wirt scooted him closer and turned, so Dipper’s hair brushed against his cheek like butterfly wings. Dipper drew one arm around Wirt and they lay there, just breathing, the quiet noises of the forest drifting over them, the cool air kissing their cheeks. He was already cooling off, but Dipper’s body radiated warmth and comfort. He sighed deeply. Maybe hiking for hours wasn’t so bad after all.

Suddenly Dipper’s radio crackled with static.

“Dipper? Are you there?”

Dipper groaned and reached for the radio. “Yeah, Mabel, I’m here.”

“You’re back home by now, right?”

“No, but we’re close.” Wirt swatted him playfully and Dipper smothered a laugh. “Sort of close. Why?”

“So HAHA FUNNY STORY! You know that magic weather druid-rock we found last Spring and weren’t supposed to touch?”

“You didn’t.”

A shadow fell over them and they looked up. A massive wall of clouds was slowly moving across the sky, dark and foreboding. The air temperature started dropping so fast the hairs on Wirt’s arms stood straight up.

There was a buzz of static. “– to show Grunkle Ford!” Mabel said. “We’re all up at the Manor, so we’re inside and we’re safe – Greg too – only we might have caused a –” A burst of static cut her off. The storm was so vast and heavy Wirt’s ears actually popped from the pressure, and he could feel the weight of it on his chest. Thunder boomed and the clouds unleashed a blinding fury of snow and ice.

“BLIZZARD!”

They jumped to their feet and ran. Wind struck their backs and thin shards of ice cut at their hands and faces. And they were just at the edge of it!

“Dipper! Where’s the Shack?!”

“Dead ahead, I think!”

“You think?!” Wirt yelled. “This is it! We’re gonna get caught in a snowstorm and freeze to death!”

“Less talking, more AAH!”

They braked hard as a tree in front of them gave a mighty CRACK and one of the upper limbs began to fall. Dipper slammed into Wirt’s side, knocking them to the right. He hit the ground with a thud and heard Dipper give a sharp cry.

“Dipper!”

“I’m fine!”

He wiggled out from the edge of the branch, his backpack slung on his arm. Wirt pulled him out the rest of the way, squinting as snowflakes sliced at his eyes and face. The snow was thickening and the wind was now so strong Wirt was crouching to keep from being swept away.

“THE SHACK!” he yelled over the gale.

Dipper started to point and gasped, holding his arm. Wirt grabbed his boyfriend around the shoulders and ran, lengthening his stride. The wind screamed in his ear. He glanced back and saw nothing but a wall of pure white, swallowing whole trees, eating up the ground like a rabid beast. He ran faster but the storm was practically on top of them. They’d be swallowed up in seconds. His heart pounded.

Oh man oh man we’re gonna die we’re gonna –

Dipper yanked his hair and yelled. The Shack was ahead of them, slightly to the left, its dark peak already half-covered in white. He ran toward it. His legs ached and his lungs screamed and the snow drove icy fingers of death down his back –

They reached the door and Dipper hurled himself at it, forcing it open. Wirt tripped and crashed to the floor, dragging Dipper down with him. Dipper flung out a leg and kicked the door shut just as the blizzard reached the Shack, pounding furiously at the door, shaking the windows, whistling angrily from somewhere in the rafters like a very ticked-off tea kettle. The already-dark cabin slipped fully into the shadows as the windows darkened, so completely full of snow it was like someone had pressed pillows to every pane. The rafters creaked and groaned, and the shingles rattled, but the bones of the house stood firm.

For a second Wirt and Dipper lay on the floor, limbs tangled together, both of them breathing hard. Then Wirt dropped to the floor and started laughing.

“We made it!” he gasped. “I can’t believe we made it!”

Dipper went down on his elbow, half-smiling. “Yeah! Funny weather though! Oregon, am I right?”

Wirt laughed harder. It wasn’t even that funny, and at the same time he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life. The wind moaned against the wall and Wirt couldn’t catch his breath for laughing. Tears leaked out of his eyes.

“Geez, Wirt,” Dipper chuckled, raising a hand to push his damp bangs out of his eyes. Instantly his face turned white and he dropped his hand.

“Wh-what?” Wirt gasped, glancing up at Dipper. “You – okay?”

Dipper didn’t answer, just sat up with a low hiss, one arm pressing the other to his side. “I think the branch got me.”

Wirt sat up too, still breathing hard, and touched his boyfriend’s shoulder. Dipper turned obligingly.

Wirt held back a hiss of his own. The tree limb must’ve hit Dipper with its outermost branches – the ones that weren’t as heavy, but were even more flexible. It had cut across Dipper’s back like a whip, slicing a jagged line in Dipper’s sweater and leaving a nasty welt. Wirt very carefully pulled the fabric away from the skin and saw bruises already darkening along the line.

“It really stings,” Dipper said through gritted teeth. His teeth were starting to chatter, too. They were both nearly soaked from the snow, and Wirt’s socks were soggy with melted ice. He shivered.

One of his fingertips brushed Dipper’s wound and he jolted.

“S-sorry,” Wirt stammered. “Can you walk? If you g-get us dry clothes, I’ll m-m-make something to w-warm us up.”

“We should g-get these off, first,” Dipper said, motioning to their clothes. “At least our shirts and socks.”

Wirt was really freezing now, and his fingers felt like frozen fish sticks, but he grudgingly complied. When he took off his socks his feet were blue – actually blue, like a cold winter lake. But the worst part was taking off Dipper’s sweater. Wirt had to help him, and even then Dipper’s face was tight with pain.

They left their clothes by the door and stumbled down the hall together. Dipper and Mabel were staying in the attic for the summer, but the stairs might be dangerous with their lack of coordination, so they went to the study where Wirt was staying and grabbed two pairs of pants and some of his thickest sweaters. Dipper stepped into the hallway to get changed.

If Wirt thought his legs had ached before, it was nothing compared to how they felt now. They prickled and ached and were somehow weirdly hot even though he was freezing. And they seem to weigh about 200 pounds each. Changing into sweatpants left him shaking with exhaustion. When he was done he leaned heavily on the dresser, debating the merits of collapsing face-first on the floor.

Dipper knocked at the door. “Wirt?”

“Almost done.” The door looked so far away.

“Hurry. We need to start a fire and get draaagh…”

Wirt forced his legs to the door and opened it. Dipper had braced himself against the wall, holding his shoulder. He grinned weakly.

“Th-thought that’d get you.”

Wirt winced and pulled Dipper towards him, so he was leaning on Wirt instead of the wall. They moved stiffly back to the front of the Shack and into the parlor, the wind whistling bitterly in the cracks of the Shack.

Dipper’s friend (Soup? Stew?) had turned the parlor into a second living room, with two big couches that folded out into beds for the old uncle guys. It had a big rug, a coffee table, some book cases, and most importantly, a brick fire place complete with a stack of wood three feet high.

Dipper let go of Wirt and reached for the lighter and the newspaper on the coffee table. Wirt knelt on the brick and began loading log after log into the hearth.

“Easy,” Dipper said, with a small laugh. “If you pile on t-too many the f-f-fire won’t start.”

“I will never b-be warm ag-g-gain,” Wirt chattered. “Not unless we s-s-set the whole Sh-Shack on fire.”

“Let’s p-put a pin in that.”

Dipper pulled sheets of paper from the newspaper and threw them on the logs, then clicked the lighter. Wirt forced himself to stand up, staggered over to a couch, and grabbed the thick blankets that had been piled on top. He came back and sat down, pulling the blankets around them as tight as he could without scraping Dipper’s back.

“We should really di-disinfect that,” Wirt muttered.

“Mmm.”

The storm was still pounding outside. They huddled together and sat so close to the fire their knees practically touched the metal grate. For a second Wirt wondered whether Greg was okay (haha, whether), but then he remembered Mabel had said they were all safe and sound.

A sudden breath of cold air touched Wirt’s neck and he shivered, scooting even closer to Dipper. His boyfriend dropped his head on Wirt’s shoulder with a sigh. Wirt’s eyelids drooped. The flames flickered higher, warming his numb face, making his cheeks tingle. He was so heavy, and so, so tired…

Dipper woke up slowly. His first thought was that he and Wirt had fallen asleep in the clearing, and his back sort of hurt because he’d laid down on some rocks. Then the full memory of the blizzard slammed into his brain and the pain on his back roared to life.

“Ow ow ow owwww,” he muttered. He opened his eyes.

He and Wirt had fallen asleep in front of the fire. The storm was still going outside, and the fire had burned low. But he was wrapped up in thick warm blankets, and Wirt had somehow tipped over and sprawled across Dipper’s lap like blanket, snoring and all. Dipper smiled and gently brushed Wirt’s bangs from his face.

Wirt gave a snort and opened his eyes, glancing up at Dipper.

“Are we dead?” Wirt asked. “Because all of my muscles hurt like we’re dead.”

Dipper grinned. “If we are, then we must be in heaven…because I think I see an angel.”

Wirt groaned. “Well you poetry is clearly dead…”

Dipper laughed and then winced as the skin on his back pulled. Wirt groaned and struggled to sit up, wiping at his face with his hand.

“Alright, okay, I’m awake. Can you turn so I can see your back?”

He did, letting the blanket fall away. Wirt pulled up his shirt, carefully avoiding touching it.

“Okay, well the good news is, I don’t see broken skin. The bad news is that all the skin I do see involves all the colors of the rainbow.”

“Hurts like it does,” Dipper admitted. “Honestly it’s a good thing Mabel does such good knitting, or that thing probably would’ve sliced me way worse.”

He held back a hiss when Wirt let the shirt fall down. Wirt tucked the blanket carefully around Dipper again and then leaned forward to add more wood to the fire.

“Okay,” Wirt said, standing up. “I’m going to get some ice for that –”

Dipper groaned. “Not more ice.”

“– and you are going to sit there like a good little mollusk until I get back.”

“Can you at least bring snacks?”

“Yes, but only for me.”

Dipper let out a smothered snort. Wirt moved away, yawning, and in a minute he was out of sight.

Dipper looked around. It was warm, but it was also pretty dark in here, since the only illumination was the fire. He got to his feet slowly, using the coffee table for balance. His joints popped and cracked and he suddenly had a deep sympathy for his Grunkle Stan’s arthritis. He stepped carefully to the standing lamp and flicked on the light. Instantly the whole room looked much brighter, warmer, and safer, in spite of the snow still hurling itself against the glass. He looked around again. Now if only he could find…aha! Right by Great-Uncle Ford’s sofa was a fresh pad of paper and a pen. Perfect.

When Wirt came back he had again situated himself in front of the fire, hiding what he’d done under his blanket.

“Oh good!” he said, spotting the tray in Wirt’s hands. “You brought food! You are my favorite person ever I am so hungry.”

Wirt raised an eyebrow. “You turned on the light? I told you not to get up. Now I get to eat the snacks all by myself.”

“Oh c'moooon,” Dipper groaned. He looked at Wirt with his best puppy dog eyes. “Please? I’m so hungry I’m dying…”

“Oh, fine,” Wirt mumbled, blushing bright red. “But ice pack first. Put it on your back and then hold it there by leaning against the coffee table.”

Wirt handed him the ice and Dipper complied, settling the blanket carefully around him. Wirt set down the tray and they made short work of the pretzels, Smoreos, and instant hot chocolate loaded with marshmallows.

“How long d'you think the storm’s gonna last?” Wirt said minutes, nodding toward the window, a Smoreo in his hand.

Dipper shrugged. “Probably until my Great-Uncle Ford can figure out a way to turn off the magic rock. So not long. I don’t know how long we were asleep, though, so who knows how long it’s been since it started.”

“I know.” Wirt yawned hugely. “Feels like we napped for days and I’m still tired.”

He grinned. “That’ll happen when you run like crazy from a blizzard after five hours of hiking.”

“On that note –” Wirt pointed at Dipper “I am never ever hiking with you again. I happen to like my nose on my body, not sliced off by frostbite’s ruthless cleaver.”

“Aw, c'mon! This was a one time thing!” Dipper nudged him with an elbow. “You know you were having tons of fun until the deadly blizzard!”

Wirt rolled his eyes. “Keywords in there are ‘deadly blizzard’, Dipper. Bilzzards are not my thing.“

“Fair point, fair point. Counterpoint, if you don’t hike with me, then you will be deprived of epic poetry material forever. Two dashing young heroes narrowly escaping the indomitable forces of nature? Tell methat doesn’t have ‘epic’ written all over it.”

“Weeeeeeelllll…” Wurt was trying not to smile.

Dipper grinned. “Alright, then…would this change your mind?”

He pulled Ford’s notepad from under his blanket and held it up. On it he had drawn himself and Wirt asleep in front of the fire, one of Dipper’s arms draped across Wirt’s shoulders, with Wirt pillowed in Dipper’s lap, ensconced in layers of thick fluffy blankets.

Wirt turned bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. “That is so unfairly cute.”

Dipper laughed (carefully) and patted the floor next to him, inviting Wirt to come closer. Wirt grabbed his blankets and obliged, pulling the tray closer. He grabbed the pot of hot chocolate from the tray and refilled both their cups, then settled back comfortably against the coffee table. They weren’t cold anymore, but they pressed together anyway, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. The ice was doing wonders for his back, too. He took another sip of chocolate so he wouldn’t get too cold. The steam from the mug was soft and soothing.

Suddenly Wirt shifted. “Uh, Dipper, why is there a face in the flames?”

“Hmm?” He glanced up. “Oh that’s just one of those little soot ball things. Like from that one movie with the cranky girl who does all the chores? Mabel named it Cinderfuzzyballofcutenessella, but we just call it Fuzzy.”

Wirt grumbled under his breath. “The next time I see your sister remind me keep her far, far, far away from anything paranormal.”

Dipper chuckled and snuggled closer to Wirt. The fire burned strong and bright in the hearth, the smell of chocolate filled the air, and Wirt’s whole body warmed Dipper right to his soul, filling him with peace.

He rested his head on Wirt’s shoulder and drifted back to sleep.

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Night Hunting

My secret santa gift for @captain-yask-nao ! Merry Christmas and have a happy new year!

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The night sky was a vast canvas speckled with constellations and the occasional cloud that drifted by. It was a cold night to be out, the snow had just fallen, crunching under your boot as you walked over it. Wirt looked around the forest warily, his gloves useless against the winter chill. Though there were enough stars in the sky and the moon hung over them like a lantern, the both of them still used a flashlight. He and Dipper’s torch formed a flickering beam of light that threatened to disappear at any moment. If the light were to go off, who knows whether this cryptid they were hunting would come out and run off, or even worse, hunt them instead.

Dipper paused from his scribbling in his own blue coloured journal to look up at his husband. A smile danced on his lips, even after years on going on hunts together, Wirt was still frightened of the forest like his teenage self. Though, it was getting better the more he visited.

“Babe, you okay over there?”

“What?” Wirt responded, shining the light over to where the voice came from, “oh, right, yes! I’m fine, do you need more light?” “Nah, I’m good.” Dipper replied, snapping his book shut, “alright I think I have a lead.”

“Oh?”

“All the claw marks lead to this spot and with how there is not that much snow here, I pretty sure this was the latest spot it was in.”

“You’re probably right, the trees looked like they either something crashed into it from the top or something flew up,” Wirt analysed, taking time to look at how the snow looks like something exploded in it, “I’m more inclined to say that it’s the later.”

“Good analysis, but it was bleeding a lot too, so it’s probably still nearby-” a rustle caught both of their attention, Wirt brought the torch up to shine it into the woods where the trees were still standing and the snow heavily laden on its needle-like leaves. Except it was a couple minutes ago. Now the snow has been brushed off and some of the trees looked bent and splintered. Slowly, the man raised the light up higher and higher until it was met with a shining red eye. “Oh no,” the both of them thought, backing away slowly until Dipper’s boot was met with a fallen twig.

Crack!

“Run!” Dipper yelled, grabbing Wirt’s hand as they both ran further and further into the woods, a strangled cry sounding not too far from them.

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Soon, they both eventually came to a stop, their feet exhausted from running up a snowy slope and their lungs burning with the need for air. Dipper was the first to slump down against a tree, Wirt following soon after.

“Do you think we lost it?” Wirt panted, looking at their trail of boot-prints left imprinted in the snow.

“I sure hope not, it took us a while to find it. Whatever it was was probably sensitive to the light.” At the mention of the word, Wirt’s eyes widened dramatically before he started to pat his body and the nearby ground down frantically only to find nothing. At this, the older man sat down next to his husband again, body hunched over and his mind filled with frustration and disappointment. The torch! How could he have been so careless as to lose it?

Dipper frowned, watching his companion grumble about something about light in frustration. He blinked owlishly, moving to lay a comforting hand on the other’s shoulder, wondering what the whole fuss is about. Wirt sighed, ceasing his fuss before leaning into the touch. “Hey,” Dipper whispered softly.

“Hey to you too,”

“What’s wrong?” Wirt sat still, his back straight and rigid before relaxing and speaking again.

“I think I lost our torch,” he pursed his lips in thought, “no, I definitely lost it, I can’t find it on me or on the ground.”

“Is that all?”

“What do you mean if that’s all?”

“Well what I meant was, what I meant was that whether that was all that was bothering you?”

“No, I mean yes.” Wirt stammered, “I mean, I’m not bothered by the fact that the torch is lost, maybe I am, but that was our only light source and I just didn’t want you to get upset. You’ve been planning to hunt whatever this is down since last Christmas and I just,” his voice dropped to whisper, “I just didn’t want to ruin your Christmas gift.”

Dipper blinked once before his composed form was dissolved into a heap of laughter, his grip on Wirt being the only thing to keep him upright. “Why are you laughing?” Wirt asked confusion and hurt painting itself on his tired face. Did Dipper really take his concern as a joke?

“I’m laughing because if you think a lost flashlight will upset me, then I wonder if we really have been married for more than 5 years, Mr Baker-Pines,” Dipper said, wiping a tear from his eye.

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not! If anything, I think the hunt will be way more fun now, it’s just you and me and a what is probably some kind of bird waiting in the dark to kill us. That is the most exciting thing to have happened so far,” the younger man exclaimed earnestly, the lack of light doing nothing to hide the excitement in his eyes. Wirt relaxed, a small smile picking that moment to flit itself onto Wirt’s lips before he let out a small laugh of his own.

“You’re right, that was pretty dumb of me, wasn’t it?”

“It really was, why would you think losing a torch would get me upset? You could destroy all my research and break my limbs and I’d still love you.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch, love.” “Hey, it’s true!”

Wirt shook his head, his smile stretching itself wider and wider until his cheeks hurt. He placed a soft kiss on his lover’s hand before standing up, brushing the snow off his butt, his vision blurring from having the blood rush to his head all of a sudden. Dipper stood up, stretching his arms and legs, trying to get rid of the prickly feeling that staying still for too long seemed to give. “True or not, we’d best hurry up. It’s almost dawn,” Wirt looked at the blinking red numbers on his watch, “we have an hour left until 8 am.”

“Well, I don’t think we have to go very far.”

“Why?”

“Well my dear, if you look up, you’ll see what I mean.”

“Oh,” there was a moment of silence, “well this is bad.”

Piercing red eyes stared at them from above. Now that it was out in the open sky, the moonlight could shine on it, illuminating a large pair of wings and a larger, scaly body. Dipper thought it was beautiful, it was as white as snow, save for a large bloodied cut that ran across its underbelly. “Poor thing,” Wirt thought to himself, eyes trailing away from the wound and to its beak. Wait, why isn’t it attacking? He looked toward Dipper for an answer, but his husband was entranced by the creature. The more he looked at it, the more he realised that it was another pterodactyl. An albino one at that! It must have come from the bunker that Dipper and Mabel visited when they were still kids. “Wait, isn’t that our flashlight?” Wirt asked, a beam of light coming from the dinosaur’s mouth catching his attention.

“You’re still hung up over it?” “No, seriously, look!” Wirt exclaimed, pointing towards the dinosaur’s beak. Dipper’s mouth made an ‘oh’ shape. Wirt was right, it was there, it was still turned on too. Weird, why would something that was sensitive to light, willingly go towards what is probably a torture weapon to it, pick it up and bring it to the people who might harm it? Braver now that he could see the creature in full, Dipper took a step forward and another until he was slowly walking towards the creature they were looking for.

“Dipper? Dipper, what are you doing?” Wirt whisper-yelled, reaching a hand towards the man.

“Relax, I don’t think it wants to hurt us,” he replied, taking Wirt’s hand and squeezing it gently before letting go.

The pterodactyl, Wirt thought that they really ought to name it, lowered itself until its wings were blowing the fallen snow away from its feet with a few strong gusts of wind. When Dipper was close enough, it opened its mouth, dropping the now slobbery flashlight onto the soft snow. Dipper was about to touch the wound to assess just how badly hurt it was, but the pterodactyl’s eyes dilated and with a cry, it flapped it’s wings hard, blowing the man down to the ground. Wirt immediately moved towards him, worry blooming onto his face.

By the time Wirt looked up to glare at the reptile, it was long gone, leaving a fresh pool of blood on the melted snow, mingling and mixing with the melted snow. The flashlight, covered in a layer of…well Wirt didn’t want to find out, lay forgotten in front of him. Grumbling more to himself, he procured a handkerchief from his coat pocket, picking up the slimy plastic with a grimace over his face. “Do you think it’ll be okay?”

Dipper hummed thoughtfully, “probably. Though it was hurt, I think it’ll be ok. As long as it doesn’t go out in the sun anyway. It was an albino too, how rare was that!”

“Oh?” “The eyes and the scales gave it away.”

“Ah, I see.” Wirt stood up, carefully wrapping the cylinder in cloth, “we can always track it again later to bandage it up I suppose.” Dipper hummed again before standing up and turning around to find his bearings.

It was nearly sunrise now, the numbers on Wirt’s watch flashing the numbers 7:30 in a bright red. So down the mountain husband duo went, laughing when a pile of snow dropped on each other’s head. Overall, Dipper was pleased. This was the best gift he could have ever received, a night hunt with one of his favourite people. ‘Time to plan for next year,’ he announced to himself, wrapping one hand around Wirt’s the moment they made it to the Mystery Shack’s front door.

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My gift for @gosecretscribbles

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Ice to Meet You

Merry Christmas @ladynightmare12 ! I hope you enjoy the fic!! <: I had a lot of fun with the soulmate AU, since it’s something I’ve always enjoyed. I combined it with the first meetings AU too. Have a great Christmas! <3

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Wirt had given up on trying to find his soulmate when he was thirteen. He still remembered the conversation that came after he mentioned it to his mom. She had choked on her tea, wheezing until she’d managed to regain control of herself again. Then began the spiel about, “Oh, sweetie. You’ll meet her at some point in your life, don’t give up now!” and Wirt just sighed. Internally, of course. He didn’t want to upset his mom any further. A good bit of everyone in his grade had found their soulmate, leaving Wirt feeling terribly alone. Sara tried to comfort him, except she ran into her soulmate a few months later; it was some guy named Brian. That was a fun day.

He was a little more than relieved to graduate high school, which meant moving away to a college in a different state. A college in Oregon had caught his eye and he applied, half expecting to get denied. But lo and behold, the college actually accepted him and even had a full ride scholarship too.

Greg was against Wirt moving across the country when he broke the news. Wirt reassured him that he would call every day and keep in touch. He wouldn’t be left out just because Wirt didn’t live in the same house anymore.

Wirt enjoyed the trip to Oregon. His parents rented a small u-Haul for the stuff Wirt could take to put in his dorm. He was lucky enough to score a single person room, complete with his own bathroom. He didn’t think he could have managed if he had to share a dorm and a bathroom, much less having to suffer from public bathrooms.

They made the drive out to be like a mini vacation, taking their time since they left a few days early. Wirt’s nerves almost got the best of him a few times, the realization of him living somewhere that wasn’t with his mom and stepdad. Thankfully Greg managed to quickly distract him before he grew too anxious, eerily able to quickly figure out when his nerves were beginning to act up.

With the help of everyone, it didn’t take long before Wirt’s room was set up. He still had a few things to tweak here and there, like moving his desk closer to the window and hanging up his poems on the walls. He didn’t have much time to be particularly picky about how his room was set up with his parents and brother around.

They stayed in town for a few days, exploring the place with Wirt in tow. It definitely was a college town considering the absurd amount of fast food restaurants around. Like seriously, who needed this many fast food places? At least there were a few cafes for Wirt to hang out in. Cafes were pretty sweet places to chill at and they had a great effect on Wirt when it came to writing poetry. He was excited about that.

Tears were shed by his mom and Greg on the day they had to leave. Greg made Wirt promise to call him every day, and that was a rock fact. Wirt lingered in the parking lot for a bit longer than he intended, staring off into space before letting out a long sigh. He hoped he would be able to survive the semester before Christmas break. His next adventure in life had begun, only to bring challenges he had no way to prepare for.

Wirt got to studying diligently when the semester began. The majority of his classes were the core classes every freshman were required to take, including math. Thank god that he only needed to take two semesters of it due to his major in English. Math was one of his most detested classes; it was the worst. Maybe he was being overly dramatic, but Wirt would rather prefer to listen to someone scrape their nails on a chalkboard repeatedly for hours than be stuck in math class for even an hour. The entire point was above him, and the fact that other kids were majoring in math just blew his mind. They were to be feared.

The semester started out slow but picked up steam as the weeks went on. Midterms came and went, letting Wirt breathe a sigh of relief when his passing grades were posted.

He video called Greg before he went out trick or treating on Halloween, both happy and mortified that Greg decided to go as a garden gnome. Their trip to the Unknown was still very present in their minds years after it happened. At least now it was easier to deal with, and they didn’t have to worry about being sent into a fit of panic when winter rolled around anymore. Wirt admitted that Greg wore the outfit far better than he did, earning a protest of “No, you wore it better!” from Greg. They bickered back and forth until their mom told them to knock it out or else Greg wouldn’t be getting any candy that year. That shut Greg up and he hastily told Wirt goodbye and that he’d show him how much candy he got before going to bed.

Wirt found himself growing progressively more stressed as the end of the semester rolled around. His professors shoved study guides down their student’s throats and made it very clear that passing their finals would make or break their grades. Wirt found himself spending more and more time at his favorite cafe. He would have been surprised that he hadn’t drunk all of their tea if he wasn’t so stressed about passing his finals.

A week before finals, the unthinkable happened.

Wirt was on his way to the Jasmine Brew Cafe, lost in thought about his upcoming math final. It was the one he dreaded the most, and rightfully so. Other students in his class struggled as much as he did. The professor didn’t know how to break down the lesson so other kids could understand what he was trying to teach. Wirt barely managed to understand what the heck he was talking about most the time, and he hoped it would be enough.

Of course, the dork was so lost in thought that he wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot made contact with frozen ice on the sidewalk, causing him to slip and fall down to the pavement. Wirt miraculously held onto his notebooks, laying on his back, winded from his fall.

Someone with unruly brown hair peered down at him with a look of mild concern. Wirt wished he could turn invisible because he knew that everyone around him saw what just happened.

“Hi there. It’s ice to meet you finally.” The other boy paused, before continuing. “I hope that’s not weird? I’ve seen you around campus before and I noticed you were always alone and I was going to say hi but I always got distracted and oh my god I’m sorry I’m kinda rambling. I tend to do that a lot and my sister always punches me and yep I’m gonna shut up now.”

Wirt’s wrist burned. That was what his stupid soulmate mark said. ‘Hi there, it’s ice to meet you finally.’

He wanted to say something witty back, but all that could come out of his mouth was, “Was that a motherfucking pun?” He rarely cussed, but dangit he was sleep deprived and angry that he was stupid enough to fall and slip on ice.

The other boy blanched, his extended hand frozen in shock. Wirt shuffled to his feet, clutching his notebooks to his chest. An awkward silence enveloped the two, only to be broken by the other boy.

“Do you want to go somewhere warm? Get some coffee or something?”

Wirt broke free of his surprise. “Uh, um, sure. I was heading to the Jasmine Brew Cafe to get some studying done. It’s right up the street here.”

“Cool. I’ve only been there once or twice, so lead the way.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at Wirt expectantly.

“Right.” Wirt turned on his heels and began walking to the cafe, fidgeting with the spiral of a notebook. He knew that he was probably acting slightly like a jerk. Okay, a lot like a jerk. He had spent the majority of his teenage years resenting the idea of soulmates, knowing he’d never find his and that he’d live the rest of his life alone. But look what happened. He ran into his soulmate.

The rush of warm air made Wirt feel grateful for heating, heading to his usual spot by the wall. He sat with his back to the wall, and a large window to his left. Being able to look out into the street helped declutter his mind.

He almost relaxed, until the other boy - his soulmate - slid into the chair across from him. He looked as nervous as Wirt was.

“I’m Dipper, by the way. I don’t think I introduced myself yet.”

“Wirt. It’s um, nice to meet you, I guess,” he mumbled, his awkwardness hitting him like a fricking train. Now that the fact that yep, him finding his soulmate was a thing, was starting to sink in, a feeling of panic also begun to set in too.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re freaking out there a little. I mean, I’m kinda freaking out too, but that’s because I’m super pumped to have finally run into my soulmate.” Dipper looked giddy almost.

Wirt chewed on a nail. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I gave up on finding my soulmate years ago, so I never thought I would actually run into them. I hope you don’t think I’m a jerk or anything because oh my god I feel so bad for being cold to you.”

When Dipper was silent, Wirt looked up to find him holding back a snicker. With the biggest shit eating grin, Dipper replied, “Was that a motherfucking pun?”

“Oh my god.” Wirt groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Do not use my own words against me.”

“Kinda hard to considering they’re right here.” Dipper rolled his sleeve back, revealing the words scrawled across his arm. God, they were even in Wirt’s own handwriting. How crazy was that?

Wirt reached out to touch the words on Dipper’s arm, stopping short once he realized what he was about to do. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to take in. But I don’t mind if you wanna take a closer look at them.” His voice was quiet.

Figuring that he may as well roll with the punches, Wirt pulled his own sleeve back, exposing Dipper’s godawful pun written on the inside of his forearm. Dipper didn’t hesitate before running his fingers over Wirt’s pale skin, tracing the scratchy letters of his own handwriting. It looked different from his own, his letters rushed and hurried versus the flowing loops of Wirt’s.

Wirt finally caved and traced the words on Dipper’s arm. The two dorks sat in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as they let the importance of the day truly sink in.

The corners of Dipper’s mouth quirked up in a grin after a while. “So, did you wanna get a coffee and chat? And maybe tell me how you’ve bean all these years.”

Wirt had a feeling the puns weren’t ever going to stop.

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Secret Santa 2018- Christmas Eve

((Secret Santa to lazyunproductiveme.tumblr.com Who asked for either Librarian au, confessing under the Mistletoe, or dorks sleeping together. I decided to do a combination of the two. Was going to do all three, but I like what I have so far. I hope you like your secret Santa gift. If not, just tell me how I can make it better.))

((Enjoy! And Happy Yuletide!!!))

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The bells above the door jingled, and a blast of cold air came rushing in from the outside. A young man slipped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. In the sudden warmth of the library, the man unwrapped his scarf and pulled off his tan bomber cap, freeing his messy brown curls. Stuffing the hat and scarf in his backpack, he unzipped his puffy vest and took another step inside. Towers and towers of books surrounded him on all sides; Dipper took a deep inhale, taking in the scent of old leaflets and even a slight cinnamon undertone.

Even since he’d moved here, Dipper found himself drawn to this homey library, tucked away in town. They had all kinds of books he could want. A section just for science fiction; favorites like Ender’s Game, A Wrinkle in Time, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and of course, Star Wars. Large, dusty tomes far in the back, recollecting all of ancient history. Classic literature, Gothic horror, whimsical fantasy. And most importantly, It’s own mystery section, ranging from murder mystery, to cryptic legends and findings. It was Dipper’s favorite place in the whole library.

Well, almost favorite.

The only place better than the mystery section, was the front desk, where a certain handsome Librarian worked.

A man in his late 20’s, the man wore a simple white button up, brown slacks, and (currently) dark green suspenders over his button up. Dipper upon entering, saw the man sitting at his front desk, flicking through a well loved copy of The Great Gatsby. Of course, when the little bell rung, he momentarily stopped and looked up, meeting eyes with the young adventurer. He gave Dipper a nervous smile, and mumbled a very timid, “Good tidings, Mr. Pines. Book hunting again, are we?”

Dipper felt his own face flush several shades of vermilion. He reached back into his backpack and pulled out three books, all finished and ready to be returned. He stepped up towards the counter and passed the handsome man his books, trying not to shiver when the man’s elegant fingers briefly brushed against his in the trade off. Glancing down at the laminated nameplate on the desk, the name read Wirt Fischer. Even his name was debonair. “I just finished another great set, and I couldn’t wait to come back for more.”

Couldn’t wait to come back and see your face!

“I’m surprised someone is as passionate about reading as I am. I thought I was the only crazy one, keeping a bookstore open on Christmas Eve. I didn’t expect someone equally crazy would want to check out books on Christmas Eve.” Wirt put his head in his hand, smirking.

Dipper shrugged, wondering if the librarian could hear his heart jackhammering in his chest. “What can I say, there’s thousand of books to read, and I only have a limited time on this earth. I gotta retain as much knowledge as I possibly can.” He shuffled towards the mystery section, as expected.

Wirt watched him, clearly amused, “Typical. Off to the mystery section, I see. I’d figure you’d at least check out a book tied with the holidays. You know, a little festive reading?”

Dipper snapped his fingers at the other, internally regretting such a cheesy action seconds after it was too late. Attempting to salvage some dignity, he quickly turned on his heel and disappeared into the aisles of literature. He did not catch, nor hear, Wirt’s breathy chuckle. And he completely missed the look of endearment in the librarian’s eyes.

Wirt returned to his copy of The Great Gatsby. He knew it took Dipper a while to decide what to check out, even if they were books checked out thousands of times before by said adventurer. Wirt knew not to bother him on his hunt, though he hoped the young man would make a reappearance soon, as he quite enjoyed Dipper’s eccentric company.

Not to mention a rugged build that Wirt also didn’t mind admiring.

He waited and waited, forcing himself not to glance at his wrist watch. That would only make time move slower. No, no, he kept his eyes on the page, though after what felt like hours, he came to the realization that he had reread the same paragraph more than once. With a sigh, he closed his book, thoughts preoccupied.

Blissfully, Dipper returned, a new stack of books under his arm. He marched up to the counter, looking more confident than when he left and dropped the books in front of Wirt.

Curious, because he was always a bit snobby about what his patrons checked out, he subtly glanced at the titles of each book. “Yetis: The Arctic cousins of Bigfoot? The Christmas Heist of 1943? Table for one: True story of the Donner Party? And…Krampus, the Anti Claus.” Wirt glanced back at Dipper, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

Dipper grinned cheekily back at him, “You said check out something festive!”

Wirt rolled his eyes, but grinned affectionately, “Not exactly what I had in mind. Was thinking more along the lines of Charles Dickens, Chris Van Allsburg, O. Henry–heck, even Dr. Seuss would have worked.”

“What can I say, I live to exceed your expectations.”

Wirt’s cheeks turned a soft rosy hue, and Dipper realizing how that sounded, felt his own face heat up in embarrassment. “So, um, these books should be fine,” he mumbled.

Wirt nodded, swallowing the nervous lump quickly forming in his throat. Taking the books, he scanned each of them, signed them off, and then passed them back to Dipper.

As Dipper was putting them away, he kept going back and forth on whether or not he should continue talking. In fact, there was something on his mind, something he’d been meaning to say since he first entered. The trouble was actually gathering the confidence to ask the handsome man in front of him.

Fighting monsters, solving mysteries, and vanquishing demonic forces was nothing.

Talking to cute people was the real nightmare.

“Anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Pines.”

“You can just call me Dipper. I think I’ve been around enough times that we’re on a first name basis…I mean, of course, unless you don’t want to–”

“No, no! That’s…that’s perfectly fine, Mr. Pin–Um, Dipper. I think that’s a reasonable assessment.” Wirt nervously fiddled with the cover of his book, trying not to seem overly eager at being on first name basis with the adventurer.

“Great!–I mean, that’s good! Wonderful! Um, anyway, I um…there’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you, if that’s okay?” Oh dear god, he was flubbing, and badly.

“Of course, what can I do for you today?” Ugh, that sounded so robotic and work professional! Wirt tried not to openly cringe, his fingers nervously drumming on the cover of his book. When Dipper looked down, distracted by his drumming, he slammed his palm flat on his book to stop himself.

“Well, I was just wondering…do you have any plans for Christmas Eve?”

Wirt shook his head, “Not really. I’ll be working till five tonight–don’t want to be open too late– then I’ll close up, and head for home. Maybe pick up some take out for me and my brother on the way home? But other than that, nothing big planned. May I inquire why?”

He inquired, not asked. Dipper liked someone with a large vocabulary…oh god, he’d been single for too long, moving on. Fighting the hot blush off his face, Dipper continued, albeit with less enthusiasm, “Well, I was wondering. My family is having a little Christmas Eve get together, and it’s nothing big, but there will be food and good company, and I just, if you don’t have anything, maybe you’d like–if you’re interested–if it’s not too forward–” Dipper’s words stuttered off.

Wirt, thankfully, put him out of his misery, “Are you asking me to come? Is this the new way of asking people out? Are you asking me out?”

Dipper wanted to spontaneously combust on the spot, “M-maybe. It doesn’t have to be a date, just a simple hang out. It’s the holidays, holidays are nice to share with people.”

Wirt nodded in agreement, but he also seemed conflicted, “I wholeheartedly agree. Which is why I must politely decline.”

Dipper tried not to appear too disappointed, “Oh yes, alright. I’m sorry for bothering you about this–”

But Wirt was not finished, and quickly retreaded, “Oh please don’t think it’s anything against you. I would be more than happy to tag along. But like I said earlier, I’m spending Eve with my younger brother, and if I went with you, then he’d be all alone.”

The puzzle pieces were finally starting to fall into place. “OH! OHHH! Well of course he’s invited too.”

Wirt looked surprised, “Really? You’d let him come as well? You don’t even know him?”

Dipper nodded, relief washing over him now that he’d figured out the real reason for Wirt’s refusal. “Oh absolutely! The more the merrier. My wacky twin is hosting the party, and she loves meeting new faces, and making new friends. If you’re worried about your brother being alone, then there’s no need to fret, because of course he’s invited by extension. Both of your can come and enjoy yourself!”

Wirt pondered it for a moment. On one hand, it was a huge risk going to someone’s party, especially one you barely knew. Dipper, while being extremely cute to look at, was by all intents and purposes, a complete stranger. Who knew if he was actually who he said he was. Dipper could be an insane sociopath, and this party was just a guise to kidnap Wirt to do awful things to him! …Okay, maybe that was a stretch, he had to lay off the murder mystery section.

On the other hand, Wirt wasn’t getting many handsome suitors chatting him up or inviting him on outings. He didn’t meet many people who came into the library close to his age, and even if so, showing any desire towards him. Or have that desire be mutual. And he was definitely mutually attracted to this strange guy. Had been since he first saw him in his plaid button up, mud caked jeans, and bomber hat. Had been since Dipper had first awkwardly smiled back at him, then turned cherry red and disappeared into one of the aisles, muttering to himself. He was a nervous ball of energy: Exactly Wirt’s type.

Melting under Dipper’s charm–and to be perfectly candid, he wanted to come more than anything–he relented, “Then I’d be honored if you had us. Just send us the address and we’ll arrive around seven.”

Then in a stroke of confidence, he grabbed Dipper’s wrist, tender but firm, picked up his sharpie, uncapped it with his teeth, and neatly scrawled his number across Dipper’s skin. Satisfied, he released Dipper and recapped his marker. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”

Dipper stared wide eyed at the number on his wrist, desperately trying to remain calm, when inside every nerve was humming vibrantly. “Yes, s-see you tonight!”

And with that, Dipper bolted for the door, waving back behind him. Once outside, and down the large cement steps, Dipper let out a loud whoop and holler, his spirits soaring. He almost skipped for home. He didn’t of course, but the sentiment was there. Tis the season.

Back inside, Wirt let out a hearty giggle, and danced awkwardly in his seat. Until he realized what he was doing, to which he calmed himself once more. Still, the one thing he could not tame, was the large, childlike grin on his face.

—

Dipper walked back and forth, stopped to stare at the front door, then resumed his circle trailing.

“Dipper you’ve been at the door for almost 40 minutes. What are you waiting for?” Mabel walked by, stopping to stare at her brother, incredulously.

Dipper stopped and turned to her, “Sorry. I just, I’m wondering if Wirt will actually show up.” Dipper looked down at his feet, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. He once more glanced at the door.

“That cute librarian you’ve been talking nonstop about?” Mabel placed her hand on her hips, smirking.

Dipper nodded, keeping his head down so Mabel wouldn’t tease him about the red flush on his cheeks, “Yeah, I invited him, and he said he was coming. Ugh, but what if he was just humoring me? What if he was never planning to come at all? Oh god, he probably thinks I’m a creep! I can’t even come back to that library again; he’ll probably call the cops on me as soon as he–”

“Dipper!” Mabel rushed forward, slapping her hands on his shoulders. Dipper’s rambling came to a halt. Mabel continued, “You’re freaking out. Calm down bro bro! He’s probably just running late. Or he had to do something first. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he’s not here yet. And hey, if he did decide to leave you high and dry, well he was an asshole to begin with and not worth your time!”

Despite her best efforts, Dipper groaned at the prospect that he had been stood up.

Mabel rolled her eyes, “Listen bro bro, you’ve seen me go through all my awful boy crushes, and now I’m here to help you through all your awful boy crushes!” She patted him none too lightly on the shoulder.

“Ouch!…but thanks, Mabel. I can always count on you.” He reached over to give his sister an appreciative hug.

Ding Dong!

The moment the buzzer sounded, Dipper pushed past Mabel at a lightning speed, nearly sending her toppling.

“UGH! THANKS A LOT!” She yelled at him as he rushed for the door.

He mouthed an apology, took a second to collect himself, and then opened the door to the mist of two men in the middle of a heated discussion.

“Now be on your best behavior, because we’re guest and I–”

“–I know! I know! I’m not a baby anymore Wirt–”

“–Well you’re certainly acting like on–”

“Ugh, you’re so high strung, it’s annoying! Is it because of your dat–”

“–GREG, Shuuuuu–”

“—No, you shuuuuuush–”

The two came to a dead halt upon noticing the twins staring at them in the doorway.

Wirt straightened up, while the teen slumped a little lower, both of them clearly embarrassed. “Um, good to see you again Mr. Pine–Um, errr, Dipper, I mean. Good to see you again, Dipper.”

“Nice to see you again, Wirt.” He hoped he wasn’t swooning. Judging by Mabel’s not so subtle eyebrow wiggle, he figured he was definitely swooning.

Wirt turned to Mabel next, offering her his hand, “And I assume you must be Dipper’s twin sister, the host of this celebration. I would like to thank you for offering your home to us and Greg during the holidays. I hope we’re not interrupting anything important!”

Greg added, “Home? More like a mansion, you must be loaded!” He gazed up at the manor with eyes the size of dinner plates. Wirt smacked him on the head. “Ow! Hey!”

Mabel chuckled at the brother’s antics; reminded of her own sibling quarreling. She waved Wirt’s earlier comment away, “I’m glad to have you two. And no trouble at all. It’s family and friends, so don’t think you’ve intruded on anything. Me and Pacifica love having guests. Well, I do, but Paz is coming around quickly. Also, pleasure to meet you, my name is Mabel Pines, the more beautiful and majestic of the twins!”

Dipper glared, but she pointedly ignored him.

Stepping back inside, she waved them in. Greg quickly ran inside, wanting to get a full glimpse of the place. Wirt once more apologized for their intrusion before stepping inside as well. Mabel glanced once more at Dipper, took the hint, and turned to Greg, “First of all, love your sweater. It’s cute–could use a little more pizazz, but I approve. Secondly, let me give you a tour of the place, you seem like you’d be very interested in touching all the silverware.”

Greg laughed, “I would like to see how a rich bitch lives,”

“Greg! Language!” Wirt snapped.

Greg replied by sticking his tongue out. Turning back to Mabel, who had looped her arm through his, replied, “Please show me the way, Miss Majestic Mabel. I’m Greg Campbell, Wirt’s ‘moody’ little brother!”

As they were leaving towards the dining room, the two young men heard Mabel reply, “Who wasn’t moody when they were your age?”

Now left to their own devices, Dipper and Wirt stood in the foyer, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Sometimes Dipper would look at Wirt when he thought the other wasn’t look, and sometimes Wirt looked at Dipper when he thought the other wasn’t looking. This usually ended with them both looking at each other, and becoming more flustered.

“I’m…I’m glad you could make it,” Dipper coughed into his fist. God could he be anymore pathetically inept?

Wirt nodded, “Glad you invited us. Greg might not seem like it, but he was excited to come. He’s a sweet kid, and while he’s driving me nuts with his teenage rebellion, I can’t be too mad at him. I was a moody little shit–even worse, at his age.”

Dipper chuckled; he could listen to this librarian talk for hours. “No, no worries. I get it, we all were like that at one point. I’m just glad he has a cool older brother like you to help him through that awkward time.” Suddenly, a new thought entered his head, one that made his mood dampen. “I noticed that you didn’t mention your parents, are they not around or…” Dipper asked, treading lightly.

Wirt didn’t seem fazed by this questioning, “Oh no. My parents are just a two hour drive from here. Greg lives with me because there’s a liberal arts school nearby that Greg got into for his photography work. We’re actually going early tomorrow to visit them to celebrate Christmas, so don’t worry, they’re still very much alive. And as for that cool brother comment, I sadly have to refute such claims.”

Dipper internally sighed, glad to know he hadn’t brought up anything depressing. Changing tactics to something lighter, Dipper winked, “I don’t know, I think there’s merit. You look very cool to me.”

Wirt went as bright red as the stuffed Rudolph’s nose that was chilling in the foyer. “Well, thank you. It’s nice of you to think that. How are those books coming? I doubt you’ve started any, but I’d still thought I asked.”

“To be honest, I actually half way through one of the books,” Dipper said, a little too smuggly.

Wirt was, at least, impressed, “Really?”

“Yeah, probably would have finished it all if Mabel didn’t drag me into the kitchen to help her with the cooking.”

Wirt seemed even more impressed by this, “You cook?”

Dipper laughed, “Hardly. I can grill things up on the stove, but my sister is the amazing chef around here. Well, of course she’s the chef, this is her house. Well her’s and Paz’s, mostly Paz’s. Pacifica was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She’s cool though, like her a lot better now than when she was a spoiled rich kid. –I’m getting off topic, what were we talking about?”

“Cooking?”

“Yes cooking! But yeah. Most of the food in the kitchen was made by Mabel and Paz. I did help with the ham though, so not completely useless. What about you, do you cook?”

“I do. I make dinner for my brother all the time. I’m not five star, but I feed us every day, and he doesn’t complain, so that should say something.”

“I’d love to try it sometime.” Oh that was a little too forward!

Wirt smirked, “Sure, I’d love to have you over sometime. Consider it a second date, if this first one goes well.”

DATE! HE SAID DATE! DIPPER HAD A SHOT!

Dipper tried not to squeak when he spoke again, “Um, how bout I show you around, we can meet some of my friends and family.” He put his hand against Wirt’s back, gently guiding him into the living room. He tried not to think about it too much. He was just, being a helpful tour guide, that was all. Nothing weird about it. Wirt’s movements also seemed a little stiff after he did that, but Dipper pretended it was just because he was in an unfamiliar area. Yep, sounds good enough.

When he chanced a glance at Wirt’s face, Wirt didn’t seem displeased by Dipper’s touch, just uncertain. Dipper hoped that was a good sign, and not a bad one.

Upon entering, Two old men where lounging on the couch, fighting over the remote. A woman with fall red hair sat on the couch opposite them, face in her phone. Occasionally she looked at the two men and rolled her eyes, back to her phone. Next to her was a Latino man and woman in their late 30s chatting with each other. The man stopped and looked at the two young men as they entered. “Oh hey there dude! And um…other dude!” Soos tipped his hat to them.

“Hey Soos. Melody, Wendy, Grunkle Stan, and Great Uncle Ford. This is Wirt, I invited him to join us for the evening, hope that’s okay.”

Grunkle Stan glanced behind him, “That your boyfriend you keep blabbering about.”

Dipper sputtered. Wendy looked up and failed to mask her snicker. Great Uncle Ford smacked his twin upside the head, chiding him, “Stanley, what did we talk about!”

“Oh hush up, poindexter! It’s my job as his dilapidating uncle to shamelessly embarrass him in front of his crush.”

Dipper wondered if he could get away with senicide. Was that not festive enough? What if he strangled him with tinsel? That be holly jolly enough.

Dipper side eyed Wirt, wondering if his family had scared the librarian off yet. While Wirt did look flustered at their teasing, he had a fond smile on his face, like this was all familiar to him. God he was a trooper. And Dipper might have fallen even harder for him in that moment.

While Ford and Stan argued back and forth, Soos, Melody and Wendy got up out of their seats to introduce themselves.

“Hey dude, name’s Wendy. Nice to meet you!” Wendy pounded her fist against Wirt’s, even though he seemed reluctant.

“Sup dude, the names Soos. I’ve known Dipper since he was just a little dude, so like, be cool to him and you’ll be cool to me…dude.” Soos took Wirt’s hand and shook vigorously, shaking all of him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Melody, Soos’s wife. It’s really nice to have you. And just ignore the two arguing on the couch, they always do this.” Melody patted his shoulder, giving him a ‘you’ll get used to it all’ look.

Wirt was polite in his introduction back.

As Wirt was chatting with Soos and Melody, Wendy whispered in Dipper’s ear when she was sure only he could hear, “You really like them older, don’t you?”

Dipper thought he would die, “H-he’s not that much older. I don’t think. I’m pretty sure we’re closer in age than you and I are!”

Wendy chuckled, “Okay, true. He looks maybe a year or two older. Could just be his height, too. You’ve always liked them freakishly tall.” She shot Dipper another knowing smirk. He whimpered, trying not to cover his face with his hands and draw Wirt’s attention to them.

Having successfully embarrassed him, she eased up, “I think you have a good shot with this one. He’s dorky like you. You guys will look cute together, and I mean that.”

Dipper still wanted to die. But a part of him was relieved to have Wendy’s blessing. She was always cool like that.

From the kitchen they heard, “Wirt! Holy shit! Come look at all this food!”

Wirt sighed. He shot Dipper an apologetic look, and called back, trying not to shout even though they were rooms apart, “Greg, language!”

Dipper was at least thankfully to know he wasn’t the only one a little embarrassed by their family. He wouldn’t change them for the world, but it felt nice not too be the only one suffering. This might not be such a bad night after all, and if it was, being mortified by your family was a bonding moment, wasn’t it?

At the mention of food, everyone started crowding towards the kitchen, ready for dinner.

It was going to be lively, to say the least.

—

“Tonight was good. I know I’ve said it enough, and you’re probably sick of it, but thank you for inviting us.” Wirt said, bending down to tie his shoes.

Dipper rocked back and forth, smiling, “Glad you had fun. Hopefully my family wasn’t too crazy.”

Wirt glanced up, smirking, “I’m used to odd families. It was fun, nostalgic even.” He stood, dusting off his pants of any dirt he had collected. He looked back, and for a moment, just watched his brother giving Mabel’s potbelly pig tummy rubs. There was a large grin on his brother’s face. “It’s really nice to see Greg smiling more. Don’t tell him, but I’ve missed it.”

Dipper put a finger to his lips, “Your secrets safe with me.”

In the afterglow of good food, light conversation, and plenty of awkward merriment, the two just stood, looking at each other, not sure what to do next, but not feeling like anything else needed to happen. The silence was warm, and strangely, comfortable.

“I should probably get going.” Wirt rubbed the back of his neck. He made no effort to move.

Dipper nodded, “Yeah, it’s getting late, and the road’s will get icy. It be safe to head off now.” He also made no attempt to move away from the moment they had created.

A lone, loud whistle drew them attention upwards. Leaning over the stairs, smirking wickedly at the two was Pacifica. Holding a mistletoe suspended over their heads.

Dipper wanted to die. “Pacifica! What the fuck! How could you betray me like this? I thought we were friends.”

Pacifica shrugged, “Mabel promised me she’d stop singing Christmas carols for the rest of the holidays if I did this. And girlfriends outweigh best friends. Sorry, Dipstick!” She was clearly not sorry.

Seconds later Mabel was down the steps, squeezing next to Pacifica, camera in hand, “I didn’t miss it, did I?” She looked between the two, eagerly.

Wirt smirked, unusually cool. Perhaps it was that single cup of eggnog that had loosened him up. “We were just heading out, so no, you haven’t missed saying goodbye to us.”

Mabel frowned, “Not exactly what I was talking about. You do know what’s hanging over you, right?”

“Mabel~” Dipper growled in warning.

Wirt nodded, “It’s Mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition that if you stand under a mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss them. Am I correct?”

Mabel smirked, “Then you know you have to kiss him.”

Wirt shook his head, “It’s a Christmas tradition. Sad to say, I celebrate Yule, which is the old pagan tradition. While very similar to Christmas, there are a few things that differ from the Christian holiday. Such as that little plant you’re holding over us now. Mistletoe back then was used as a way to honor the Winter Celestes, as Paganism is all about appreciating nature. Mistletoe was a way to let the sun know that we appreciated and valued all it had done for us, and even in these harsher environments, it’s love still made life bloom, even under all that freezing snow. So to me, mistletoe has no meaning other than a way to honor the nature of the old pagan holiday, and give thanks to the season of winter.”

Mabel’s mouth fell open in shock. Dipper stared at him with wide eyes. Greg was snickering behind his hands. And Pacifica looked unperturbed by the whole thing. She shrugged once more, then rested a hand on Mabel’s slumped shoulders.

“It’s okay darling, we can enjoy mistletoe the Christmas way,” she coaxed, lifting the mistletoe over their heads and planting a loving kiss on the top of her girlfriend’s bushy head. Mabel smiled, a little more heartened.

Wirt once more thanked the trio, then headed for the door, Greg a few steps ahead. Dipper followed him to the door, closing the door behind him so not to be interrupted.

“I can’t believe you intellectually sassed my sister into silence,” Dipper chuckled at the memory.

Wirt seemed a little guilty, even as he smiled alongside Dipper, “Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but I didn’t like the idea of being filmed on camera. No matter how sweet she seems, I’m not very fond of having my privacy invaded.”

Dipper agreed, “Trust me, I know more than anything. Mabel can be kind intrusive and a little nosy. She means well, always has, but even I get more than a little frustrated with her match making skills.”

“Sad, I don’t think she needs to play matchmaker. I think you’re doing just fine on your own.”

Dipper felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah?”

A small part of him, really wished Wirt had kissed him. Humiliating as it would be to have his sister and her girlfriend watching, and photographed evidence, the reward of getting to feel Wirt’s lips against his would have been worth it.

Greg, who had been silently watching the two for awhile, had finally had enough. He rolled his eyes and snatched the keys out of Wirt’s hands, “Gross! I’ll meet you at the car. Don’t take too long flirting!” He took two steps and paused. He looked at Dipper, his expression softening, “This was really fun. I hope I’ll see you around more.” And with that, he took off, leaving the two alone.

Dipper could see that Greg meant well; he was even reminded of Mabel in some ways. “Your brother’s sweet.”

Wirt chuckled, “I know. Under his bratty phase, he’s got a real heart of gold. I know he really enjoyed your sister and her house. I hope he made a good impression with her–”

Dipper already knew he had. “Don’t worry, my sister loved him. I’m sure you guys will be invited back.” He made sure to emphasize the both of them; he wanted Wirt to know he was welcomed. Dipper really wanted to welcome him back to his house, but that was for another time.

“I shouldn’t keep Greg waiting,” Wirt replied, clearly reluctant to go.

Dipper tried not to keep him. “Yeah. I wish you could stay longer, but I know I’ll see you again soon. I got library books to return, after all.”

Wirt perked up, “That you do.”

Then, because he was a bit curious, Dipper asked one last thing that had been on his mind since Wirt had mentioned it, “What you said about the mistletoe. Is that really what it means for Yule?”

Wirt smirked, “No.”

Then he leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Dipper’s cheek. When he pulled back, he was blushing hotly, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes, “Mistletoe was always about friendship and love. That old tradition hasn’t changed.”

Dipper felt like his heart was going to jump right out of his throat. “Oh…”

“Goodnight Dipper. Have a happy holidays!”

As he turned, Dipper leaned over and pressed his lips against Wirt’s cheek. Wirt looked back, stunned, “Have a happy holidays, Wirt.” He repeated, mischief dancing in his eyes, the same way Wirt’s had.

Wirt felt like he might float off on happiness alone.

The two boys parted, spirits high after their farewell. Hearts filled with hope that their relationship would only grow stronger from here. The holidays certainly were a magical time.

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas,

Make the Yuletide Gay!

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