meeting the family (again)

                                    

                                          
A fluffy hurt/comfort oneshot about Gideon re-introducing himself.
                          
Gideon had manipulated, threatened and stole from the Pines family. Now he stood before their home, about to be introduced as Dipper’s boyfriend. He’d never been one to back down from a challenge, he enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He loved a fight, but this time the adrenaline felt like ice. His stomach twisted and he felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat, stopping metres before the door. “I can’t do this, they hate me.” His voice sounded much weaker than he would’ve liked. Dipper furrowed his brow and gave the other’s hand a comforting squeeze. “What do you mean? They’ll learn to love you once they see that you make me happy.”
                          
Gideon shrank away from his boyfriend’s touch. “Dipper!” He pleaded “I’m not ready for this. Can’t- can’t we just text them? I mean we don’t have to meet the in person...” he was rambling now. 
                          
“How about we go back to the car? Y’know take a break.”
                          
Dating Dipper had never been the plan. During that first summer, when his love for Mabel had sparked, he’d only ever imagined being with her. But after that first summer, after weirdmaggeddon, Dipper offered something she couldn’t. While Mabel had been in her bubble he and Dipper had been stranded in the wasteland. They had been stranded with the eye bats, saw townspeople turn to stone, ran from horrific creatures. They had shared trauma. It had started with midnight confessions of fears, helping each other conquer their anxieties. When Gideon felt that tell tale warmth in his chest and fluttering in his stomach, he’d been scared. But after ‘hanging out’ became full of stuttering blushes, conflicted feelings and longer-than-needed-hugs, they silently accepted that they were more than just friends. Dating Dipper had never been the plan but here they were, sat side by side on the gravel driveway of the Mystery shack. 
                          
Gideon’s back was pressed against the cold metal of his boyfriend’s pick up truck, his head rest against Dipper’s lap. The gravel dug into his slacks but he didn’t mind, it reminded him that he was there. Dipper’s hand hovered, “Can I?” It was a question that didn’t need to be answered. “Don’t mess up the hair.” The southerner grunted. Dipper just snorted and traced along his boyfriend’s jaw. It was funny really, usually Gideon would complain about how cold the other’s fingers were, or make some snarky remark about how this didn’t mean they could become all mushy. Yet today, he just closed his eyes and focused on the way Dipper traced shapes into his skin.
                          
“You ready?” Gideon didn’t know how long he’d laid there for, perhaps he’d dosed off. All he could begrudgingly admit was that he did feel a lot calmer. He groaned into his boyfriend’s thigh. “You promise we only have to be there for 20 minutes? And that if Stan starts loading the shotgun-“
                          
“I promise, I promise! No ones getting shot on my watch!”
                          
Gideon hesitated, every part of him was begging for him to stay snuggled in his boyfriend’s lap for just a few more minutes! But he knew he had to get it over with. If he could work through the trauma of weirdmaggeddon, he could spend 20 minutes with Dipper’s blood thirsty relatives. And hey, maybe they wouldn’t be so bad?
                          
A/N: a dipeon one shot I posted a while ago on amino