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I would take a hundred years just to tell you how I feel | CLOSED

Who: Wirt [

singloversing] and Dipper [

krmvgivv] | Louis [

teamfun] and Mabel

powerofmabel]
Where: Various Places!
When: 7/10
Rating: PG
Summary: Wirt and Dipper have a long overdue conversation, while their friends and family plot to force them to have said conversation. Hijincks will surely ensue.
The Story:

Wirt doesn't remember how he used to do this so easily.

Sure, there was a time when it was more difficult, when he and Dipper weren't close enough for him to feel comfortable just turning up out of the blue, but that feels like forever ago now. And yet, somewhere in the last few months, Wirt managed to ruin all of that. An event declared them soulmates, and Wirt was so afraid it would destroy their friendship that he pulled away on his own.

And things stayed that way for weeks, until it became clear that Wirt was avoiding Dipper. Events passed, and Wirt kept his distance. But then, a recent event made him rethink things. They had been in high school together, and instead of just being told they were destined, Dipper spent a lot of that event crushing on him, and deliberately seeking him out. When it was over and Wirt had his real memories again, and their high school days felt like a far-off dream...it occurred to him that Dipper might still feel that way. Wonderland is still trying to shove them together even when they're apart, so...

It took him a while after that. There were some Mirror shenanigans and he desperately needed a minute to figure out what he wants to say. He still doesn't really know what he wants to say now, not really, but the Cheshire Cat appeared to announce an event and the thought of this window of opportunity closing forever is absolutely terrifying.

So, he has to do it. He has to talk to Dipper.

He has to talk to Dipper.

...He's been outside Dipper's door for almost twenty minutes trying to gauge whether or not Dipper's actually inside, but he can't really tell. He can't really hear anything, but who knows? If he's in there by himself, he might just be super quiet.

Wirt takes a deep breath. And another.

Then, he knocks on the door, and tries his hardest to stop feeling like he's going to spontaneously combust from the pressure.

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Louis can probably hear the sound of pattering feet down the hall way before he hears the repeated, incessant knocking on his door. Mabel is not subtle and she's on a mission.

"LOUIS! LOUIS! OPEN UP! WE'VE GOT A LOVE EMERGENCY!"

Subtlety is never a trait anyone would subscribe to Louis in a million, billion years. And he's absolutely not gonna turn down a Love Emergency. He leaps up from scrawling music on his chalkboard wall to fling his door open.

"Oh my god, what happened? Are we at DefCon one level of emergency or less? Like how ready do I have to be here?"

"Definitely a ten. Dipper and Wirt haven't so much as talked since the Good Place made them soulmates." She shoves past him with as much force as a tiny girl armed with a sweater and a mission can, all in the name of pacing his room so she can have privacy. "I knew it! I knew there was something going on between those two, and now they're just being big dumb dorks about it."

He steps aside for her- he knows better than to get in the way of tiny girls. Tiny girls kick the most ass- he knows from many and varied personal experiences. He tilts his head as a few key pieces suddenly fall solidly into place.

"Oh motherfucker, it was Dipper."

Of course, it made sense now- with how Dipper was in the last event. Of course.

"Soooooo I'm guessing that means that Dipper is over-analysing everything and Wirt has gone into an anxiety spiral and that's just where we're at now?"

She ignores the cursing, continuing to pace like she will destroy his carpet with the intensity of her Mary Janes. "Basically! Ugh. I should've figured this out before now. I kept thinking Wirt was still hung up on his bird girlfriend. I didn't even think about their obvious chemistry. I could have been pushing them way before everything exploded."

She finally stops pacing. "We gotta force them to make a move."

Sorry, Mabel, all the kids in his school swear like sailors, he forgets not all kids are like that. He watches her pace, considering maybe putting some like... pillows down or something, but then decides against it.

"Okay. I'm putting a pin in that bird girlfriend thing because we gotta come back to that one day."

Because Wirt didn't mention any girlfriends, much less bird ones. He knows Wirt is kinda weird, but wow, dude. Wow. Whatever floats your boat, he guesses. But there are more important things at hand. Specifically getting these two nerds together before the coming of the second ice age.

"Oh yeah, for sure. There's no way in hell they're gonna do it by themselves," he taps his chin in thought. "I mean there's always a classic of locking them in a closet together. But they'd probably have a collective panic attack and it's probably not a good idea to lock them in the Wonderland closets anyway."

She could be a good friend and explain that Beatrice isn't really a bird, but she is zeroed in on Operation... Wipper? Dirt? Dippirt? Dippirt's good. Portmanteau ship names are serious business.

"Yeah, that was my first choice too, but the last time I tried that with Dipper and his crush, they got attacked by a creepy shapeshifter, so I'm kinda off the whole 'trapped in a closet" shtick."

Boy the twins lead colorful lives. "I'm thinking something bolder. Like the roof. Wide open spaces, but if they wanna escape they're gonna have to jump, and even Wirt wouldn't do that."

What a stupid waste of a death that would be.

Louis would unabashedly vote for Dippirt. It's clearly the best choice here. He folds his arms, tilting his head slowly to the left as he mulls over Mabel's answer.

"You know, you got a point. We can't trust Wonderland not to try and turn this into a surprise murder or whatever."

Because Wonderland is a spiteful little bitch of a place that ruins everything fun forever.

"I'm really digging the roof idea. We could even spell out 'kiss you fucking losers' out on the courtyard or something. You know. For a nudge."

"Schyeah, they're pretty dumb about these things. They might need to have it spelled out for them."

She resumes pacing. "Now how do we get them on the roof? We should each take one and lure them there separately, but we need something bold enough to draw their interest."

"They will absolutely need to have it spelled out for them."

Louis has no place to talk- he was surprised Clementine told him she had a crush on him directly after she literally carved a heart around their initials. He's just as hopeless.

"I could figure something out to get Wirt up there, and if not, I'm totally okay with just picking him up and carrying him there."

"Then that leaves me to work on my brother." She steeples her fingers and her expression takes on a quality that one might call 'evil.' Or at least highly Stan Pines-esque.

"And then..." She giggles diabolically. "Match. Made."

She's probably imagining herself with creepy music and heart-shaped lightning and cupids with Terminator glasses in the background, which is great in theory, but for Louis just looks unnerving.

That is deeply, deeply unsettling and Louis comes from a deeply unsettling life. Deeply unsettling is part of his regular day-to-day but right now, he's deeply unsettled. He stares at her for a moment, his eyebrows raising slightly as he realises the crazy train hasn't left the station just yet.

"I genuinely fear for the day you decide to use your powers for evil and I hope when that day comes, you'll remember me kindly."

Mabel gives him an affectionate pat on the shoulder as she heads for his door. "Don't worry, Louis. I'm a good and just leader of the free world. I'd never fall to the dark side."

If that doesn't sound reassuring, it's because Mabel likes being a creep. The fact that she skips out after saying it says everything. After a second, she calls back: "To Wirt's room! I'll hide in the hall to make sure everything goes smoothly, and then it's off to fetch Dipper."

"See, you say that, but there's some pretty solid evidence to the contrary."

Still, he'll follow her, because they still have a job that needs to be done, and he can save his concern for her (likely inevitable) plummet to darkness for another time.

"To Wirt's room! Let's get this romance rolling before we're all like eighty-year-olds in teenager bodies."

Dipper is, in fact, in there on his own. "Just a minute!" he shouts, then ambles over to open the door.

When he sees it's Wirt, his mouth drops open, then he shuts the door again quickly.

There's a lot more noise all in there all of a sudden, rustling and bumping and questionable shattery sounds. Then Dipper opens the door again.

His side of the room is suspiciously clean. Don't look under the bed.

"Wirt! Hi!"

When the door gets shut in his face, Wirt's so stunned he doesn't know what to do with himself. Dipper just shut the door on him without a word.

But then the flood starts - Dipper must not want to see him after all. He's probably mad that he avoided him for so long, or that he showed his face now after all this time. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, it was definitely a terrible idea. Oh god, maybe he should just go and never attempt this again. He probably ruined everything forever, so why is he still standing there when Dipper probably doesn't even want him aroun--

He's so caught up in his panic that he doesn't notice the sounds coming from the room, so when the door swings open again and Dipper's there greeting him, Wirt jumps about a mile and has to try and pull himself back together.

"D-Dipper! Hi. ...Hi."

There's an awkward beat between them, as Wirt struggles to find the words he had spent all this time practicing. So many things feel too artificial, as though pleasantries don't authentically capture what he wants to say, but it's been so long that it feels weird to skip them entirely.

"It's-- it's been a while," he tries, but it doesn't feel right knowing that it's entirely his fault it's been so long. "I, um. I-I was wondering if we could...talk? Because it's been a while. And we should talk. Probably. I-If you want to, I mean."

If not, he will definitely go away and pretend this didn't happen, possibly forever.

Edited 2019-07-11 05:25 (UTC)

"Yeah! Yeah. Talking is... good." He opens the door further to let Wirt in. "Mabel's not here right now. She said something about needing Louis and I honestly didn't want to ask."

He knows Mabel better than anyone. Sometimes that means knowing when he doesn't need or want to know more.

"I... kind of thought you didn't want to talk."

It doesn't occur to Wirt that those two should be an absolutely terrifying combination together. It's not like whatever they're doing has anything to do with him, so he's with Dipper - it's probably better not to know.

Dipper has a point though. Wirt looks uncomfortable with the thought, but presses on anyway. His arms aren't crossed, but folded over his stomach, as though this whole thing has him just a little nauseous.

"I...didn't, for a while," he admits. "I-I was being stupid though. Like, really stupid. It wasn't your fault; it was all mine. That soulmate event...it was really nice, but then it like put Mabel with a sentient vacuum cleaner and no one was with anyone that meant anything to them and I just-- I thought it was...it's dumb but I thought Wonderland did it on purpose to try and make things weird between us."

He's the one who did that though, in the end. He was so worried about Wonderland driving a wedge between them that he took it out of Wonderland's hands and did it himself.

"But...you spent that whole last event, you know. Looking for me?" Crushing on him, is what he still can't seem to say, and his face goes a little pink. "S-So I thought, 'Maybe it's not too late? Maybe we can still talk and he doesn't totally hate me?' We probably really need to, and I'm just...I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have avoided it. Or you."

Edited 2019-07-12 04:41 (UTC)

"I don't hate you!" Dipper takes a step forward, reaching a hand forward, then clutches it back. "I could never hate you. I just..."

He shakes his head, glancing away, and rubs his arm.

"You're from the past, man. I kinda figured you'd be totally freaked out about this."

Edited 2019-07-16 21:42 (UTC)

"I--"

Wirt's face is red with shame. He wants to say Dipper's wrong, that he wasn't freaked out about that at all, in any capacity, but he can't seem to make himself lie about it.

"...I-I wasn't not freaked about it?" he hastily tries to explain. "I mean, it wasn't why, I just...I don't know? I hadn't really thought about it, o-or maybe I just. Tried not to think about it? Most of the people I've liked in the past have been girls, and I definitely did like them. I...I don't really like labels."

Maybe a modern sentiment, but one he's said about himself under different circumstances.

"When we were soulmates though, it felt...really natural," he says. "There wasn't any question of it. Every time some event tries to make us forget everything that's happened, we still wind up by each other's side in some way."

Dipper notices the most slipped in there, and it makes his heart flip a little. He knows gender and sexuality can be complicated and even if Wirt had, until now, considered himself entirely straight, that wouldn't rule out being attracted to Dipper. Especially since Wirt is not the most aware person ever and might frame his attraction as simple admiration or something. But that most means it's at least crossed his mind, and well, that's something.

His face is pretty red now too, and he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess we do keep winding up together in some way or another. It's... pretty cool. Right?"

Despite everything, Wirt's still surprised to see Dipper visibly embarrassed over him of all people. It's a strange feeling, to see that someone else clearly has some feelings toward him. His face is warm and he can feel it spread to the tips of his ears, and he covers his mouth with his hand to try and hide his smile. Part of him wants to laugh, but he tries to resist the urge.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, it's really cool," he says, practically stumbling over his words. "As long as you think it's cool. If you think it's cool then it's definitely cool. I-- I'm. ...I'm glad it keeps happening. And that it's cool."

Cool doesn't even sound like a real word any more with the amount of times he's said it in the last ten seconds.

"Cool." Dipper grins, then winces because, yeah, that's a lot of times to say the word cool. "So... where does that leave us? Are we gonna..." he gestures between the two of them.

"Gonna...?"

It clicks a less than a second after the word leaves his mouth and, oh. Oh.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah. We definitely can."

It takes a lot, but he resists the compulsion to circle around and double-check, triple-check, quadruple-check that this is something Dipper wants. If he asks too many times he'll seem unsure if he wants to himself, and the moment will slip through their fingers. He doesn't want to lose his nerve, not now.

So, Wirt moves closer. He's just tall enough that he needs to bend down to be at the right angle, and when he does so he leans in and kisses Dipper before he can find reasons not to. It's soft and gentle and only a little hesitant, as though he's afraid of overdoing it somehow. It's slow the way they've always been.

Oh. Oh. This? This is happening.

Dipper hasn't exactly ever been kissed before. Reverse CPR doesn't count. He never quite had the nerve with the kinda-sorta girlfriends he had here. He isn't sure he would have ever had the nerve if Wirt hadn't first, and the idea that Wirt might have been braver than him is enough to propel him to put his hands on Wirt's shoulders and kiss him back. It's awkward, clumsy, probably way too obvious how little experience he has.

"Wow," he says, after he pulls back. "That was--" he ducks his head, red and grinning. "Uh. Guess that's what kissing is."

He's kept careful track of how he's aged since he hit Wonderland, but right now he feels every bit as 13 as his body is.

Wirt has kissed before. He doesn't have much more experience (his first kiss only happened this past winter) but it's just enough to be noticeable against someone with none. But, that doesn't make it unpleasant. He's never had someone say wow after kissing him, and that's something that rushes directly to his heart.

He laughs a little when they pull away, just a natural reaction from Dipper cutting the tension, but he has enough sense to look sheepish about it - he doesn't want Dipper to think he's laughing at him or anything.

"Yeah, that's...yeah, that's what kissing is," he says, smiling. A thought dawns on him though. "Wait, I thought that's what you were-- oh my god, I should have asked first instead of just assuming and swooping in like that."

Dipper was clearly asking something else and he jumped right to kissing him instead of clarifying or something. Way to go. At the same time though, it's a reminder of how inexperienced Wirt is too - that he's still a younger teen himself, not matter how long he's been in Wonderland now.

"What? No! No!" Dipper waves his hands. "I mean, yes! It's okay! It's better than okay that was good. I just--"

He grins and ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I just... hadn't done it before."

"Oh!"

Wirt flushes pink at the realization. He's never been someone's first kiss before - or at least, he assumes he hasn't been.

"Well...I guess you have now?"

"Heh, guess so." Dipper hesitates for a minute, then reaches out to take Wirt's hand. "So... do we get lunch now or something?"

Wirt lets him, and after a second of hesitation, he laces their fingers together.

"Yeah, we can do that," he says.

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