So, this is my first writing post here. But I love writing small blurbs about different things. I have a collection of them from my FNaF AU on AO3, if anyone's interested, but nowhere for my Gravity Falls blurbs. Here's my first attempt at posting one. I know it's late, but New Year's is better than summer, huh?
A McGucket Christmas
"Golly, Stanford, I am so excited! Yer gonna love the town, I just know you are!"
Ford hummed, chuckling as he looked out the pickup truck's window. "So you've said at least once every thirty minutes," the young man bantered softly. He wished he'd spent his time reading instead of staring at field after field after field, but reading in the car always made him dizzy.
"Oh, 'specially durin' Christmas time, oh, my folks go all out fer it! Every tradition, five times bigger! We spend all our year savin' money just fer the big month," His friend continued, hands gripping excitedly on the wheel in front of him. Then, he paused, and glanced over for just a second. "Not- not that you'd know all the traditions. Sorry, don't mean ta' be rude."
"No offense taken," he chuckled, looking over at Fiddleford gently. "It'll be fun to see what they're all like. You talk about them a lot."
The dirty blonde nodded, bouncing in his truck's seat once before leaning back casually. Since it was a straight shot into one of the tiniest towns in existence, he rested his wrist on the top instead of being a little more diligent in his grip. "Right, right right right," he tsked gently, tapping out a quick hambone on his left knee. "So, real quick review, topics to avoid these two weeks."
With a sigh, Ford quickly recited them all. "Religion, philosophy, dinosaurs, our Hologram Conjecture, war, drugs, especially the ones you've-"
With a raise of his eyebrows, Fiddleford glanced over. His friend only grinned, leaning against the door.
"Especially the ones you've never touched in your life," he corrected slowly with an enunciation of each individual syllable, resulting in a shared laugh between the two. "Am I missing anything?"
"Reckon not!" The younger man exclaimed, before pounding on the horn without warning. Ford jumped, but chuckled. "You'll be a McGucket in no time, Mr. Pines!"
"Ohhh, my favorite Fiddle baby!" An older woman cooed as they walked up to the farm, their stuff trailing behind them. The woman immediately wrapped her son up in a tight hug, making him laugh as she tried to lift him off the ground and quickly gave up afterwards. Fiddleford's family's southern accents seemed to be a lot thicker than his own, at least to the brunette's knowledge.
The tall young man laughed, setting down his things to eagerly hug her back. Ford hung behind, arms crossed and a fond smile on his face. Then, Fidds looked back, and presented the woman with a proud look on his face. "Stanford, meet my mama," he introduced, grinning.
Pausing slightly as the woman extended out a hand, he awkwardly chuckled. "Hello, Mrs. McGucket," he greeted, voice quieter than normal. Maybe he felt he had to compensate for how loud she was.
The taller man chuckled, shaking his head. "They know about yer hands, silly, just shake 'em!"
"Exactly!" The woman said, reaching forward and forcibly grabbing onto Stanford's arm so he had no choice but to give her a handshake. "Please, call me Mary. Why ever did ya decide t' spend yer first college Christmas down here 'stead 'a with yer family?"
Ford paused. Mary continued to shake his hand. I didn't want to experience a winter holiday break without both my brothers in the house, was the first thing that came to mind, but he just laughed. Instead, he said "Oh, just a personal choice. My parents want me to broaden my horizons and try new things, you know? Meet new people."
"Well, we're glad ta' have ya, Stanferd!" The woman said, finally letting go of his hand. "Come on in, you boys are just in time fer dinner! Family's waitin' in there!"
Without another word, she spun around and matched towards the farmhouse. Fiddleford instantly picked up his things and marched after her, taking the hint, while Ford had to scramble to gather it all up and chase after.
"FIDDLEFORD!" The entire congregation of McGuckets cheered happily as he entered the room, making him laugh awkwardly. Ford stood beside him, holding onto his things carefully. Did everyone here know he was staying for the whole holiday season? Did they even notice him? He hoped they'd noticed him. Maybe they were just focused on their son and brother. That would make more sense. This was Fidds' home, not his.
In an instant, the dirty blonde was surrounded with people, all hugging him and reaching up to ruffle his hair and commenting on his clothes and bouncing up and down. There was so much clamor Ford could hardly think, but they all deserved to have their time.
The idea of the family having five children (er, well, four) still perplexed him. He thought three with one of them years and years older than the other two was hectic enough for his parents, much less five that were fairly close in age. It was still sweet to see them all swarm their... Recently oldest brother.
"Why, Magpie, you grown since I left?" His friend laughed, picking up his youngest sister with ease despite the fact that she was already nine years old. "I coulda' sworn you were tinier!"
"A whole inch!" She said excitedly.
"A whole inch?!" The boy exclaimed in response.
His other sister held onto his side, grinning. "Fidds, Fidds, I drove the tractor fer the first time!"
"You did?" He asked, happily looking at her.
A slightly gruffer voice cut through as Fiddleford's father came in, a wide, happy smile on his face. "Ah! Speakin'a the tractor, girl's been hummin' all weird since a couple months ago. Hopin' you could take a look at 'er."
"Tomorrow, Pa," the boy laughed, giving a firm hug to the man in front of him. "Lemme settle in first, will ya?"
"Course, course," he chuckled.
Ford smiled awkwardly as everyone stopped surrounding his friend and made their way to a different room, which was presumably the dining room. Mary stuck around, though, her hands on her hips.
"You boys go put yer stuff away, then y'all c'n join us down at the table," she said, gesturing down the hall. "You'll be sharin' Fiddle's old room with 'Tino."
The taller boy nodded simply. "Thank ya, Mama."
"Oh! Stanferd!" She continued, making the shorter one flinch slightly. "You need any- different silverware? Bigger napkins?"
"Mama," her son sighed.
Quickly, the brunette perked up, putting out a placating hand. "Uh, it's okay. No, I don't- need anything, thank you ma'am. It's just, uhm." He took a deep breath, subtly moving a hand behind his back. "Just a finger. Nothing else. I don't need any accommodations."
"Alrighty!" She said happily, clapping her hands together as she approached the dining room. "Make sure you boys get to the table 'fore prayer!"
The two roommates looked at each other, one excited and one bewildered, before gently, somewhat awkwardly, laughing together.
