NSFW warning.

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First there's the sight. Bleak. Cold. Dark. The neon that seems to pulse from everything reflects from the chrome that entraps everything else forever, only until the light strikes hard against the black, cloudy sky above. And then there's the sound; the hum of infinite power coursing through the streets and walls, and the blood-thirsty growl of a rabble of thousands of voices. It was still unsettling, three long years later.

"Guess we made it." Dipper said mostly to himself, his quiet comment drowned out by the innumerable noises around him. Standing ringside with Blendin to his left and Bill drifting casually over his shoulder, the boy Pines sighed and looked out across the Globnar Arena; the tragically familiar sight of dozens of fools and prisoners from across time-space lay there before him, each fighting almost without end against each other. Beyond that? The abstract arbiter of the future: the Time Baby.

"Blendin. Blendin!" Dipper shouted angrily. "Take me down now!"

"I will—! It's just… uhm, I-I-I don't really know how to explain this…" He scratched nervously at his arms. "There's a chance that Time Baby will just destroy you. You see, i-i-it's only been a week since you were last here, and got a Time Wish."

"Wha..? Oh, right." Dipper sighed again. "time travel. Man… I hate time travel."

"So, maybe, you know, we just cancel the challenge…?" Blendin offered sheepishly, hand already drawing his time travel device.

"No way, Blandin." Bill interjected with a jab of his cane. "Pines dug deep and paid dearly for this. Am I right kid?"

Dipper leaned against the rail, grinding his teeth and thinking ill of the demon for neglecting to bring this information to light. It was deeply spoiling to his plan that he might not even get the chance to compete.

"Did you know about this, Bill?"

"Not really relevant, is it? I mean, you could perish in Globnar anyway." Bill whispered into Dipper's mind, drifting in close with a questioning look. "Unless you were planning on cheating…?"

"Blendin." Dipper near-shouted. "Take me down. I have to try."

His time-warden wore a pleading look, as if Blendin were burdened with the knowledge of how this endeavor was already doomed to failure. His mouth was opened, lips twisted in a failing attempt to voice an urgent message against this course. Neither was heeded, so this time, Blendin sighed, slumping a bit as he walked and guided Dipper away from the view of the arena. He led the boy to a large gunmetal colored panel, which slowly opened to the sides to reveal a large, white room. When the pair crossed the threshold into this sterile space, the doors slid shut once more. Bill watched them disappear, those stupid bags of flesh, thinking deep, silent thoughts best left unimagined. To this very moment, the fiend could only guess what Dipper was playing at; he didn't flinch in the least when Bill probed him with that last question. But he couldn't shake a feeling lurking within… even when he looked out into the arena to watch Blendin and Dipper walk out onto the field, Bill suspected this hat still had a rabbit in it.

"Hey kid, y-you know that guy is a demon, right?" Blendin asked timidly as they crossed the arena.

"Yeah. I know. We have history… I'm kinda' shocked you don't know that, Blendin."

"I don't know everything. And I'm just trying to say that, you know, maybe this is a bad idea, and he knows it."

"High risk strategy, Blendin." Dipper responded coolly. "High risk, high reward."

"I hope it's worth it."

"What's it matter? If I win, I won't hurt anymore, if I lose I'll be dead, and have worse things to worry about."

"I guess." Blendin offered after a momentary silence. "I guess that makes it worth it…"

They stood before him now, the behemoth, the god of the future until something worse said otherwise. Still nursing his goliath bottle, nearly emptied of its fluid mass of cosmic formula. Watching the swirling liquid disappear from the transparent container moment by moment proved hypnotic, and Dipper took to daydreaming at that moment. It made him realize he was tired beyond reckoning… how long the day had been, how deep those awful valleys. And then the thought of Pacifica Northwest flitted through his brain. A spike of anger stirred him into waking as the last of the star stuff vanished into the Time Baby's gullet. A hapless mechanical drone pulled, or rather attempted to pull, the empty vessel away from the temporal infant. It was rewarded with a devastating swat from the giant child, sending the machine to the ground in a ruinous flash. And then Time Baby regarded those before him.

"What is this?" He bellowed without hardly trying. "Dipper Pines. Why are you here again, so soon? Explain!"

That last bit… the power carried through Time Baby's voice felt as though it shuddered the entire world, a feeling that a temporarily deaf Dipper and the now entirely silent arena shared. The boy took to rubbing his ears, hoping the ringing would stop soon. Blendin elbowed him in his side gently, prodding him to answer. Dipper looked up, seeing the expectant gaze of the outsider fixed upon him. The eyes continued to demand of him his answer.

"I'm… I declare Globnar."

He tried to stand tall, and he tried to speak with authority. Both seemed ineffective. The giant merely stared Dipper down with his huge, unblinking eyes, as if he were a bug, as if Time Baby itself were a magnifying glass for all the fury of the universe. At this moment, Dipper felt crush-worthy. The audience sat silently, watching and waiting and amplifying the painful glare of the future's master.

"Unprecedented." Time Baby began, his words echoing through bone as easily as air, shaking Blendin and Dipper head to toe.

"Time Baby." Blendin spoke loudly, despite being obviously intimidated. "I-I think maybe you should…"

"Silence, Blandin! No survivor of Globnar has attempted so swiftly to obtain another Time Wish, and no winner has ever lived through a second. However, precedent is not a reason to deny your challenge. Name your challenger, and face them in epic battle!"

In an instant, the roar of the crowd filled the void, an affirmation made unsettling by the knowledge that these barbarians wanted to see a teenage boy live or die. Dipper scanned the stadium seats, watching the rabble jostle and as it did cheer him on; he paused when he caught a glimpse of Bill Cipher still lurking in the stands. The very sight of him… it made Dipper grind his teeth.

"This'll be worth it." He told himself in between bitter thoughts. And then at great length, he spoke his mind. "Pacifica Northwest!"

The hidden screens across the whole of the arena unfolded from thin lines of plasma that began as nothingness, stretching into huge blue rectangles that occupied the space in the air all around. One by one, the screens were occupied by one or another image of the debutant, displaying all manner of events in her life, from her birth to her present state. It damn near broke his heart to see it, but Dipper watched just the same as her most recent iteration sat in a wheelchair opposite a well-meaning but ill-equipped rehabilitation technician who was trying her hardest to engage the broken minded girl.

Biting his lip, Dipper gestured to that version; the image of the hospital was spread to every screen, and in time a pair of TPAES agents joined Pacifica and the rehab tech in the room they were in. The audience watched in rapt attention as the worker was incapacitated and the girl was wheeled off screen. No sooner had she vanished, the screens closing into barely perceptible lines of static, did she appear across from Dipper on the arena floor. The agents that retrieved her wheeled Pacifica foot by foot toward him as Blendin leaned in close.

"You challenged a disabled teenage girl to Globnar?"

"You challenged two twelve year olds because they outsmarted you." Dipper responded through gritted teeth.

"Ah, hmm, fair enough, I suppose." The temporal maintenance man muttered, though he didn't really believe it. The future was a mean-spirited place, full to the brim with failure and inequity. This Globnar, though, would prove ridiculous and foul, he was sure. Blendin spoke again before departing. "Just don't hurt her, I guess."

When she was near enough, Dipper silently approached his opponent and one-time lover, regarding every inch of her that he could. Her skin was drawn and pale, her hair had lost all of its luster, her eyes were dull from sleepless nights and haphazard crying. Pacifica looked physically shattered, dragged to the edge of her life by Bill's villainy. Dipper's eyes welled up, and for a moment he thought about just reaching out and touching her. Maybe just her hand or her cheek? Just one last time wouldn't hurt, right? As his hand inched forward through the air, though, he spied tears running down the girl's cheeks, and an audible whimper soon followed. He recoiled instantly, and turned his back on her to address the event's judge. Bill, meanwhile, observed the short exchange with great interest, scratching his metaphysical surface as he stared on.

"Time Baby." Dipper called out, drawing the monstrous infant's attention as he happily flailed his arms toward a new bottle of stellar formula. "Since Pacifica is, well." Dipper glanced at the wheelchair bound girl a moment, taking a moment to wipe away any tears forming in his eyes. "Since she can't provide much sport… can we limit this Globnar to a single challenge?"

Bill's eye narrowed; that's what the boy was up to. He was cheating after all, that devious little brat! It made the imp feel rather warm inside. With a chuckle, he vanished from view.

"Yet another unprecedented request, Dipper Pines!" Time Baby answered, frustrated that his meal was hovering just out of range. With a savage growl, he issued two violet beams of radiant light from his eyes, destroying yet another drone and letting the bottle fall into his hulking but proportionately tiny hands. "But you raise a point. What good is this for my entertainment? We shall get this over with! A single challenge!"

The whole of the arena metamorphosed into an array of ramps and platforms in a violent flurry of noise and motion. After a moment of chaos, the floors and walls of the stage were set, and a series of athletic challenges lay before Dipper and Pacifica, the golden glow of the Time Wish floating at the far side of the American Gladiator-esque aerial maze. At its entrance ramp sat two ethereal weapon racks, laid opposite each other with only a single quarterstaff to the apparatus.

"For crying out loud…" Dipper thought as he looked across the arena. "I guess I deserve this."

"Let this rarest of times, the single-challenge Globnar, begin!"

A response flickered in the crowd, but nothing compared to the rabble's last few rounds of applause, and in truth, Dipper felt disgusted with himself, and the sickening sensation in his gut was only intensified by the probability that the thousands watching on were despising him on equal terms.

"Let's just get this over with then…"

Each step he took toward the ramp ahead had to it a barely audible, muted thud, a sound Dipper was sure only he could hear. As he reached the pair of weapon racks, he realized it wasn't his feet, but the sound of his pulse in his ears; he was gripped with anxiety.

"What's wrong, man?" He asked himself angrily. "You got this in the bag. You got this. But maybe just in case."

He followed his instincts, approaching one of the two quarterstaves and wrapping his fingers around it. It felt warm despite lack of use, and its surface caused his skin to tingle with a faint electricity; it was probably fitting, since the object was bright purple. With a jerk it was in his hands, and the boy resumed his trek up the ramp as the ring top screens reappeared, showing Dipper from every angle in case he was too imperceptible.

"Enjoy the show, you assholes…"

Dipper reached the top of the first ramp and surveyed the terrain ahead. From this vantage point, the area didn't look nearly so difficult to navigate: sure, a number of platforms floated in the air, and several walls and partitions looked like they blocked off easy advancement, but even from here Dipper could see other ramps that led back to the course in case he mismanaged his jumps.

Speaking of, the first of his leaps lay directly in front of him. It wasn't too wide a gap, maybe five feet, but maybe Dipper was far from athletic enough to make it. Screw it, no risk, no reward. He took a running start, springing from as close to the edge as he dared to get, and sailed through the air. He landed with a thud on the top of a pillar which sat in the middle of a shallow valley, pausing only long enough to reassure himself that he could do this again, no problem. Yeah… no problem. A second running jump landed Dipper on the far side of the valley, safe on another extended platform connected to a ramp.

He stopped again now, this time because the audience seemed… enthralled, was a word for it. They gasped, shouted, laughed, clapped, all the things one would expect of a mixed bag of excited observers. Scanning the crowd and the screens, Dipper couldn't imagine what they were gripped with… until his peripheral vision caught movement on one of the huge rectangles.

"What the…?" He turned around in time to see an assailant coming down nearly on top of him, bringing a vivid quarterstaff down to his skull. Dipper reflexively dropped to one knee and raised his own weapon, blocking the hard attack and shuddering from its force. He had closed his eyes, and in opening them saw a familiar face and golden mane. "No."

"Yes." Pacifica answered with a twisted grin and a voice that definitely wasn't her own. Her mouth opened in an insidious cackle. "I had you all wrong, kid! I always figured you for a straight shooter, you know? But look at you now!"

"Bill! Get out of her body!"

"Fat chance, shrimp." Bill hissed through gritted teeth. "I don't really care how you were gonna' word it, but I figure you were gonna' use that wish to make yourself feel better about your girlfriend bein' all broken. But…"

Pacifica's body pivoted violently and the staff swung around hard, snagging Dipper by the arm with a nasty, hard blow. He yelped and rolled a couple feet away, stopping just short of dropping off into another gap in the floor. Rubbing his aching tricep, the boy regarded this new problem with hateful eyes.

"I'm thinking I want that wish for myself, Pinetree. It'd help me fix a lot of the grief your family's caused me, ya know? Of course… I could just wish that they all died, couldn't I?"

"Don't even think about-!"

"Too late." Bill shouted before laughing sharply again, prodding Dipper in the gut with the staff before nudging him over the side. He fell to the ground with a loud yelp, and groaned out his pain as he rolled on the ground. Leering at him with Pacifica's weary features from the platform's edge, Cipher cocked her head and went along the path toward the wish.

Dipper slowly climbed to his feet and looked up in time to see Pacifica gracefully run on her way. "Damn you, Bill Cipher…"

He went to the nearest ramp and took to hot pursuit, no longer able to hear his own heartbeat over the roar of the crowd. They had their show at last, two teenagers running and jumping and taking brief swings at each other in the brief moments when Dipper was gaining on Bill, most ending in the Pines boy being sent unceremoniously to the floor. Mere minutes in, Dipper already felt battered to bits, but through the pain and frustration still found momentum to spare. Climbing out of yet another pit, he spat out a bit of blood that had pooled in his mouth after Bill had busted his chops.

Bill, meanwhile, was growing close to the Time Wish where it lay in wait; Pacifica's lithe form had performed well in the maze, landing him on the last stretch to the object of his utmost desire.

"Too easy. Geez, can't even get a break when you have the whole thing planned, eh kid?"

Pacifica was turned to look back and gloat at her opponent, a move that turned out to be a mistake as Dipper had closed in on her. With a loud growl, he tackled her body to the ground and started wrestling with her to the best of his ability.

"I won't let you do this! You rotten little monster!"

"Grah! Give it up, Pines!" Bill kicked out hard, catching Dipper in the gut and sending him to the floor. Pacifica stood again, her face contorted in a deep rage. "You don't get it! You filthy grub, I've already won!"

Swinging the quarterstaff around in a low arc, Bill aimed for the boy's groin as he started to rise to his feet, missing as Dipper pivoted away from harm; he responded in kind, jabbing his own staff forward and catching Pacifica in the knee, sending her down with a shocking blow. He attempted to follow up, but was caught off guard…

"Dipper, wait!"

It was her voice. It couldn't be… but it wasn't anyone else. And wait he did, for a critical moment. Pacifica swung out again, catching Dipper's knee from the side. He crumpled hard as she stood again.

"Idiot." Bill scoffed as he stood over his hated foe. He took a moment to bring Pacifica's heel down hard on the jilted knee, making Dipper scream in agony before being jabbed in the chest repeatedly. "Stupid little worm! Who do you think you are!?"

Bill stomped and bludgeoned savagely for several moments, striking at every part of Dipper's body he could reach as the boy tried to protect himself. After a minute of this abuse, Bill finally paused and took to heavy breathing, watching with dissatisfaction as Dipper rolled on the floor in pain, coughing up blood every few seconds.

"There… I think you've had enough."

His head was spinning now, thanks to one or two hits to the skull; through blurred vision and ringing ears, though, Dipper could see Pacifica's body limping away from him, slowed down by a wounded knee. And beyond her, the golden orb he had traded his soul to reach. It's just right there.

"Get up." He whispered. "All you have to do is get up. Get up."

And he did this, somehow, though it was an awful process filled with popping joints and ragged coughing. Propped up only by his weapon and his tenacity, Dipper staggered forward heavily. His gasps and shuffling caught Bill's ear, who turned to see the kid wasn't too far away. His injuries were worse, but somehow Dipper was able to outpace Pacifica's body. But Bill still had the advantage of not needing his staff as a walking stick; he raised it and prodded Dipper in the chest as he drew near, holding him at a little more than arm's length.

"What are you doing, kid…? Just stay down!"

He struck Dipper on the shoulder, dropping him to his knees before planting a mean snap kick on his chin. Knocked to his back and bleeding profusely from his busted lips, Dipper coughed again, rolling to his side.

"Just stay down. This isn't even fun anymore. Yeesh."

Turning to leave once more, Bill grunted in frustration and took his first step, only to feel a tight grip on Pacifica's ankle before falling to the ground. He turned to look back angrily at Dipper, who had slunk forward enough to reach her leg. Bill kicked the digits that bound him away, crawling to her knees and gripping the staff again.

"Quit or die, I don't care! But you can't win!" Bill shouted with all of his might.

"Yeah, well, call me crazy, but I figure—" Dipper coughed again, spitting more blood to the ground as he painstakingly stood for one more bout. "I figure if I can't beat you… I'll just have to fight forever."

"That's stupid. I'm immortal!"

Bill lunged forward, staff aimed Dipper's head and finding the mark. It cracked down loudly, though this time Dipper held fast, literally, as his hand gripped the end of the staff that had struck him. Blood poured down over his forehead, but his grasp stayed firm, even when Bill tried hard to pull the weapon away.

"Argh! Let go Pines!"

"You're the boss, Bill." Dipper whispered as he swung his quarterstaff out from beneath his weight. It caught Pacifica in the side, pushing her body with extreme force as he collapsed. She stumbled, wobbling on a wounded knee dangerously close to the edge before tipping back and falling to the ground ten feet below.

Bill coughed and whimpered, not used to the sensation of having the wind knocked out of whatever lungs he happened to be hijacking at the time of his demonic mischief. When his senses finally came back to him, he heard the familiar shuffling of Dipper's feet and the tap of the staff on the platform above. He struggled to get back up, to do more than just crumple to the ground. At last, he just growled and pounded her tiny fists on the ground.

"No! Come on! I was so close!"

Only moments later, Dipper halted his movement, pausing to breathe through bruised and maybe broken ribs. But in lifting his head again, he smirked and reached out, brushing his fingers against the surface of the Time Wish.

"It is done!"

The arena began to fold away, the platforms sinking into the floor with thunderous booms while the crowd cheered louder than anything that could ever be. When the rumbling finally stopped, Dipper found himself without the support of his staff and stumbled to the ground, still clutching the golden orb he had claimed through blood and anguish. Even as he lay in near ruin, Dipper couldn't help but laugh. Tears of joy joined the blood that stained his cheeks, running down from his weary eyes as he sat up to take stock of the victory. Pacifica's body lay limply next to him, left abandoned by Cipher after having lost. The demon drifted a few yards away, arms crossed in disappointment and watching as Dipper smirked and patted the wish in his arms.

"The Globnar is finished! Rise, Dipper Pines." Time Baby bellowed in what could be satisfaction, but one couldn't truly tell. "What is it that you wish for?"

"Before I make my wish, I decide what happens to the loser, right?"

"Correct."

"I grant Pacifica life, and ask that all her stolen memories are restored to her."

Time Baby merely tilted his head toward Pacifica's unconscious form, and her body became instantly spastic with electricity as she was jolted into waking. She gasped for a minute, scanning the insane space she found herself in. At length, she did speak.

"Wh-what!? What is it this!? Dipper?"

He was wheezing as he sat, but he still managed to turn his head back and look at Pacifica when she said his name. Maybe it was the injuries, but he looked rather bitter, taking the girl by surprise. Bill materialized close to the both of them, eye glowing with angry confusion.

"What's the deal, Pines? Make your wish already! Wish you never met her, or whatever it was you said!"

"What?" Pacifica whispered.

"Nah." Dipper answered with a smirk. "I don't think so. It's a paradox-free Time Wish, after all. I can have anything I want. I can have everything."

"No you can't!" Bill shouted cruelly. "You have to lose something!"

"No, Bill. This time, you lose everything."

"Don't you dare…"

"I wish," Dipper said loudly in front of everyone, every screen displaying him making a fool of the sentient shape from Hell. "that my soul was returned! That Bill Cipher never plagued my family ever again! And… well, I guess that I didn't feel like I was broken from the shins up. Yeah."

With those words, the bubble that made up the wish's real world form decayed, and the space all around Dipper was flooded with golden light and a gentle hum. When the glow faded into nothing, the triumphant teenager slowly stood. His face was still smeared in blood and sweat, but by the way he casually dusted himself off, the wish had been happily granted. The smirk that played across Dipper's face faded when he looked at Bill once more, boiling red with pulsing anger.

"You! You!"

Near instantly, Bill's tiny form exploded into a truly vast one, and he swung his fist down toward the Pines boy with all his fury. It stopped a yard from his head, held shuddering in the air by forces unseen. For his part, Bill only roared in outrage.

"Damn you, Pines!" He bellowed as he clenched his massive hands. "Damn you! I'll get you, somehow! All of you! All of you!"

He disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind a stunned audience, a frightened Pacifica, and an exhausted, but relieved, Dipper. He walked to her where she was crouched, shaking from the shock of waking up anywhere but where her mind could think of. He took her by the hand and guided her to standing, pulling Pacifica in close for a tight hug, laughing and crying at the same time. Footsteps behind him alerted Dipper to Blendin's presence, who stood nodding and smiling in an impressed fashion.

"That…" He said with full confidence. "…was an excellent Time Wish."

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It was still the middle of the afternoon, and the Mystery Shack remained locked up and empty. Or rather, nearly empty. Careful listening near the property revealed that the water was running in the upstairs bathroom, the shower set to pump a soothing stream down onto those who needed more than anything the relief of the steaming vat. Dipper undressed himself with great patience, some of his clothing sticking to his skin where the blood had dried underneath. He found himself grateful that he'd amended the wish at the last minute to repair his damages; Bill had really done a number on him through that whole ordeal. Once naked, he regarded all the various splotches on his torso and limbs, the dozen or so places where the wounds had previously existed. It was good to be good again, he thought as he pulled away the shower curtain and slipped into the steam. It felt immediately relieving, and for many moments he only stood still and thought about the sensation.

"Hey Dipper."

"Pacifica!" Shocked from his musing, Dipper gasped and wheeled about. She remained beyond his vision, obscured by the curtain. "Jeez, you snuck up on me."

"Sorry."

"You okay?" He asked only because she seemed disjointed in her speech.

"Actually." She said quietly. "I was going to ask you the same thing. You looked pretty bad, you know? And your clothes are…"

"I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She started to weep, quietly with her hands over her eyes. "I didn't want you to get hurt. You got hurt because of me, didn't you?"

"I don't look at it that way…"

"Is there another way to look at it? The whole story is just… you wouldn't have had to do any of that if it wasn't for me."

"Pacifica." He said as he half drew the curtain back. She sat on the toilet in defeat. Reaching for a towel and covering himself, he emerged from the shower only barely soaked, crouching in front of her and taking her face in his hands. "Pacifica… I got hurt because of Bill. And your dad. But I didn't care. And I made myself go through it because of you…"

He leaned in close and kissed her gently, meeting her soft lips earnestly for good long while before breaking away and touching his forehead to hers. Set so close to each other, Dipper looked into Pacifica's eyes, and in that moment she smiled.

"Because I…"

"Because you love me."

She kissed him back, leaning into him and catching him off guard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight as her lips pressed against his three, four, five times. Afterwards, she returned her forehead to his, though she chose to look down at his glistening, damp body instead of his eyes. The sight of his bare chest made her heart flutter, and the blood stains, though, unsettling, gave her reason to smirk.

"Hey." She offered as she stared. "Let me help you clean up."

It wasn't long before the pair were in the shower, pressed against each other in a heated embrace. True to her word, Pacifica ran her soap covered hands over the entirety of Dipper's torso, taking many a moment to smear her breasts over those slick surfaces as well. It often left him breathless to feel her body pressed softly against his, though he didn't care much to breathe except between bouts of deep, passionate kissing. And needless to say, his erection was as difficult to ignore as he could ever remember; it slipped happily between their abdomens anytime they were wrapped up in each other's arms, which proved to be a near constant state.

For her part, Pacifica was lost in a haze. Every time they swiveled their tongues together she would mewl in delight, and every second Dipper's manhood spent pressed against her stomach her blood boiled until she moaned into his throat. At long last she broke from his embrace, turning away and leaning over the far edge of the tub, keeping herself steady over the faucets. She looked back at his member, then into his eyes, water splashing down over her buttocks, inviting him as much as her glassy gaze.

Dipper put his hands to her hips and leaned in close, pushing his cockhead against Pacifica's slick nether lips, making them both gasp. He pushed forward, sliding away from his mark, backing up to line up again. Before his second attempt, though, he felt Pacifica's fingers on his member, squeezing it slightly and making him whimper as she guided it where she desperately needed him to go. She wedged into her vulva, sighing happily before pushing her hips back to meet his slow first thrust. In that single thrust he was buried to the hilt, making the girl moan in ecstasy. Dipper's cock throbbed as she squeezed it with her canal, and he only moved it once the throbbing stopped.

They fucked slowly, happily, and loudly. Each thrust proudly echoed through the bathroom with the slap of wet skin on skin and constant vocalizations of lust. The position was an exhausting one, though: Pacifica's knees buckled beneath her as her strength gave out. Dipper went down with her, ignoring the pain of crashing into the the bathtub floor, not losing pace, not losing a single moment of driving his cock into her body. His every thrust made him shudder just as the made her groans louder. This enticed him to go faster, faster, faster until his body could no longer keep pace with the demands of his sex addled mind.

"O-oh god! Dipper!"

"Pacifi-!"

Caught off guard by his own spasms, Dipper let his body fall forward so that his chest pressed against her back. He growled as he fell into sudden orgasm, loud enough that it shocked him, as his cock pulsed and erupted deep inside Pacifica's clutching pussy. The second the raging hot liquid struck her insides, her toes curled and she lurched forward in a silent scream, her own body wracked with a sudden surge in rapture. He kept thrusting into her even as his load was spent, enjoying the jolts it gave his body to rub his still hard member inside of her.

"A-ah! Ah, Dipper! S-stop that! Too sensitive!"

His hips finally stopped, Dipper shuddered violently as he remained pressed against his lover's body. He found his arms wrapped around her waist, holding him steady, but soon realized that meant Pacifica was bearing his weight. He leaned back, anchoring his body with the solidity of the tub and slowly withdrawing himself from her flooded womanhood.

"Wait." She whispered with a spasm. Between heavy breaths, he could hear Pacifica mewl and see a corner of her smile. "Just… wait a minute. I want to remember the feeling."

They remained in the shower for several minutes, both roughly brought to their knees, both completely okay with that.

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Dipper paced the attic, cell phone in hand, head full of thoughts both overjoyed and guilty. Now that the dust was starting to settle, he realized that he'd left his sister and great uncle holding the bag at the roadside diner almost two hours ago. They had to be worried sick. His phone had registered a number of missed calls now, which only made him more nervous. A deep breath later, Dipper sighed and pressed the call button, putting the phone to his ear and leaning against the support beam in the center of the room.

"Dipper!? Dipper, is that you!?"

"Hey Mabel…"

"Gruncle Stan, I got him! Dipper, where hell are you!?"

"Yeah, I'm doing good." He said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'm-."

"Don't laugh, you idiot! We were worried sick! We called the cops and everything!" She was audibly crying, probably had been all afternoon.

"I'm sorry. It's complicated."

"Complicated!? I was freaking out so bad! What was I supposed to tell mom and dad?"

"What did you tell them, Mabel?"

"Nothing yet." She said with a loud sniffle. "Where… where are you?"

"I'm at the Mystery Shack.

"What? He said he's at the Shack. Dipper, that's like, four hours from the diner!"

"Don't worry about that." He said coolly. "I'll tell you about that when you get home. I'm safe. And Pacifica's safe."

"What do you mean?"

"I got her back, Mabel." He answered, nearly bursting into tears himself. "I'm at the Mystery Shack, and I got Pacifica back."

Pacifica had found her way to the kitchen, in the meantime, lost in search for an item of great import. She was sure she had left it here yesterday, or what felt like yesterday, or the day before… for the life of her she couldn't make heads or tails of the timeline. But she was sure it was still here. None of the other rooms had yielded the location of her purse, so the kitchen had to be it.

"Where is…? Seriously, I need you now! Ah, ah, there you are."

It sat next to a loaf of bread on the counter, tossed haphazardly there, most likely by the Pines or their goofy maintenance man when they came home. In mere seconds Pacifica was wrist deep in the designer handbag, digging greedily through its contents as if there were an infinite selection of objects she couldn't care less about. At last, though, she found it. She plucked free from the assortment the little plastic clam shell she knew she needed, opening it up and scanning over the circular rows of birth control pills that lay in their transparent confines. And there, where the sealed pills bordered with the empty cells… one missed day.

"Oh… oh hell…"

She slumped against the countertop a moment, doing quick math in the split seconds her fractious mind would grant her between waves of panic. Maybe letting her hormones do the thinking for her was a bad idea… although, she was more than reasonably sure this was a safe day. She admittedly hated menstruation math, especially when her birth control pills were involved.

"It'll be fine, Pacifica." She whispered. "You're on a safe day. Just take your pill and move on."

She put her thumb against the cell of her missed day, but she paused when a thought flashed through her mind. Pacifica, briefly, recalled being in a hospital bed, just today, and hearing her father talking about her. She remembered his words exactly, in fact.

"I need you to get to work on termination of parental rights. I'm officially removing this troublesome girl from my line."

"Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch."

So heartless… that's all she could think of it, that whole ordeal. So heartless and evil. Looking at her pills again, Pacifica thought boldly to herself. She could do a much better job. She and Dipper could do a much better job than her evil, vindictive parents. She had two hundred thousand dollars set aside that they could pull out and lean on.

"So what if we're fifteen…? Right?" She seemed to be convincing herself as she looked at the pills again and again. "We could do it better. At least we love each other… we'd love the baby…"

She touched her stomach, thinking about it more and more. But… maybe it was just the hormones. Maybe it was just the afterglow, mixed with the desire to avenge herself.

"Dipper, what if her parents come after her again?"

Pacifica's fingers slowly began to close the clam shell. Lifting her head, she glanced at the waste bin at the opposite end of the room. It would be easy, she thought as she strolled slowly toward it.

"Don't worry about it, Mabel. Trust me on that one…"

Standing over the trash can, lid open, waste exposed, pills held over the refuse in a tentative grip, she bit her lip anxiously.

"You promise me you'll tell me everything?"

"I promise, Mabel. It's gonna' be alright."

She let the trash can lid snap shut as she walked back to her purse. Leaning against the counter, Pacifica sighed tiredly and raised her hand. The pill capsule remained in her grip… with a quick pair of motions, she popped it open and snapped a pill from its confines. The clam shell was returned to the purse from which it came, and with quick gulp of water the medicine vanished into her stomach. She turned and left toward the stairs to find her way back to Dipper, deciding they would love each other now, and that that was enough.

Dipper sat on his mattress with his head hanging in exhaustion, but he perked up when he heard Pacifica enter the room.

"Hey, Paz."

"Ah, don't call me… huh."

"What? Should I not call you Paz?"

"Know what? You can call me that." She said quietly as she sat next to him on the bed, pecking his cheek and leaning into his shoulder.

"Am I missing something?"

"Don't worry about it, Dip. That's in the past now. Your family on their way?"

"Yeah." He said with a long stretch. "They'll be a couple hours."

"So we have time?"

"Heh heh, yeah we do."

"Oh thank god."

And in an instant, they were in each other's arms, laid out on the bed. They set their heads to the pillow, sharing it by setting their foreheads against each other's. So intimately were they woven that they didn't think twice about sharing a tender kiss, a mutual sigh of pure bliss, and a single, small mattress neither would trade for anything else in the world right now as they drifted off into sleep.