Across Dimensions //Will Cipher x Fem!Reader//

2// Big Dipper

You're practically shaking with nervous excitement as you stand waiting on the doorstep. By now, you knocked on the door approximately 5.6 seconds ago, and you can hear footsteps walking towards it. He's going to answer. Mason Pines is actually going to answer the door!

The door opens to reveal a woman.

Oh.

You try to quell your disappointment before it shows on your face, and you're fairly certain you're successful. You smile at the woman, who has a sort of tough beauty about her, with fiery red hair framing her face and a near-toddler on her hip.

"Hi!" Oh, sweet, you're not stuttering. "I'm Yasmin Larson. I'm here to talk to Mr. Pines about that apprenticeship?"

The woman smiles. "Hi there. Come on in."

You step in through the door, and a passing thought of what if I just entered the house of a murderer passes through your head as fast as a spitball. You don't pay much attention to it. The room you're in is nice: chic couches and fluffy rugs populate the area, but the wooden floors and log walls contribute to a country, homely mood.

"I'm Wendy Pines," the woman continues. "Mason's wife. He's been excited to meet you, I can say."

Your heart pounds harder in your chest. "He has?"

"Yep," Wendy replies.

The two of you smile at each other for a moment, until the gravity of what she said moments before hits you. "Y-you're Wendy. Wendy Corduroy."

Wendy rolls her eyes, but is still smiling. "That I am." She hitches the baby up higher on her hip. He's just staring at you, the way you're staring at Wendy.

"You're the Apocalypse Queen!"

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that what they're calling me these days? Well, I can't say it doesn't have a nice ring to it."

You don't tell her you came up with that name, or that you used to insist to be her when playing Weirdmageddon with your siblings.

A door behind Wendy bangs open, and you jump. Another woman, looking slightly more youthful than Wendy, comes sauntering in. When she sees the baby in Wendy's arms, her face lights up.

"Auntie Mabel is here!" she exclaims, heading directly for the toddler and lifting it out of Wendy's arms. Wendy lets her, like she's used to this. "Hey there, little Stanford," Mabel says. She doesn't seem to even have noticed you. "Who's ready for some playtime with Auntie Mabel?"

"Mabel," Wendy says, "this is Yasmin. She's here to see Mason."

Mabel turns and sees you. "Oh, hi! I'm Mabel, the best aunt in the world," she says with a grin. "That's right, Dipper is looking for teenage 'apprentices,' isn't he?"

You would respond, but you've suddenly stopped being able to breathe. "Dipper," you force out. "Dipper and Mabel."

Mabel looks at you. "Yep."

"T-the—"

There's your stutter.

"The what?" Mabel asks.

"The Mystery Twins!" you blurt. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I didn't know Mason Pines was Dipper! You two—you were the Mystery Twins! The one who defeated Bill!"

Wendy nudges Mabel. "She's one of your fans," she whispers.

"I-I can't believe I'm actually meeting you." You probably wouldn't be able to stop talking even if you wanted to. "I've heard all about what you did during Weirdmageddon! I—I even have a grappling hook!"

Mabel blinks at you. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! Well, it's fake, but still! I heard you saved lives with that thing!"

Mabel grins. "I still have it somewhere."

You squeal, and Stanford the toddler decides to squeal with you.

"That's so amazing! Wait." You stare at Wendy and Mabel. "I. . . I'm about to meet Dipper Pines. The Dipper Pines."

"Yep, that's what you signed up for," Wendy agrees.

"I-I didn't know he was Dipper!" You were already nervous enough for this as it was! Now you're not only going to meet a prestigious scientist, but your idol!

You here a footstep, and your heart speeds up.

"Here he comes now," Wendy says, glancing behind her, where the footsteps are sounding through a door, slightly ajar. The door is next to the one Mabel came through, but is made of a metal, whereas the one Mabel came through is wood.

Nope nope nope you can't deal with this you can't handle this oh my gosh here he comes you're so excited! No wait you can't—

The door swings open, and Mason Pines steps into the room.

He's wearing a tan trench coat that goes down to his ankles and instantly makes him look like David Tennant. Underneath the trench coat is a dark red t-shirt and jeans, but those don't detract from the overall effect. His face is well-defined and clean-shaven, with intense eyes that give him the bearing of someone wise and important. Messy brown hair sticks up and curls above his head, leaving his forehead visible.

And on that forehead is a birthmark, a brownish rendition of the constellation Ursa Major.

The Big Dipper. 

//AN//

Yasmin Larson 

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(Feel free to insert your own name; I can never do that when reading xReaders and I refuse to write a character that doesn't even have a name, so I came up with the wordplay above)