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there was something about the weight behind pacifica saying she would tell dipper if something was wrong that made his lungs move easier, steadied the temporary quickness his heart had picked up. his face almost seemed to relax, looking at her and offering a soft smile in reply. that was really all he needed sometimes, just some validation that he was trusted. even if she wasn't telling the truth, she didn't show it, not enough for dipper to doubt her entirely and he believed he had gotten pretty good at picking up on the signs that pacifica wasn't telling the truth. maybe the two knew each other better than either one of them realized, or maybe that was just dipper and his wishful thinking. there would always be a flicker of doubt when it came to him and what he believed to be true, the past had shown him that everything was almost never as it seemed. his thumb grazed her cheek in the midst of the silence that momentarily fell between them, hoping that this was one of the few exceptions. the way she was looking at him, the way he made her feel; he wanted this to be exactly as it seemed.

dipper's fingers continued to busy themselves with her hair, coming calloused digits through the damp, weighted strands— noticing how her hand grazed his leg but biting back a comment about it. he was doing the same thing, after all; finding a way to touch her not because he wanted to, which don't get him wrong he absolutely wanted to, but more so because it felt like a need. ❛ — right, so if we're ever in a circumstance where there is no food and the only thing we have to survive off of is cypher's chow... i'll be sure not to offer you any. ❜ he was teasing, obviously, but it didn't stop him from laughing anyways. dipper's eyes dramatically rolled at the suggestion of sushi, but he wasn't going to tell the blonde no. even if seafood made his stomach turn to battery acid, he'd find something just so pacifica could order whatever she wanted. ❛ as long as they have fishless options, we can make that happen. does that place downtown have those dumpling things ?? ❜ he inquired, reaching down without much thought to shift her weight forward a bit on the mattress so he could slide between her and the headboard. once sat, legs on either side of her with one dangling off the bed, the man mindlessly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, dropping his chin onto her shoulder so he could look at the screen of the phone in her hands.

Pacifica knew she kept her walls up, she'd learned to do that to keep herself safe. Not many people knew that behind them she was soft, she was so soft that it wouldn't take much to cut deep which was why she kept people away. It had started with her parents and had only grown from there so she wasn't surprised at all that there was some doubt about whether or not she'd tell him things. But Paz was trying to get better at that; she couldn't approach every situation with the paranoia that someone was going to hurt her. No matter how hard it was to work against her instincts. "I will." She promised, equally as serious in her answer as though the words themselves were a pinky swear, holding her to it. But she didn't doubt that if anyone in this town could tell when she was lying, it would be Dipper, and she knew he'd call her out on it. For better or worse.

You'd think after nudging his thigh with her fist that Pacifica would let her hand fall back to Cypher, to absentmindedly scratch his ears, but no. Fingertips graced the fabric of his sweats, hand lowering to rest on the mattress but never leaving his leg, rubbing against the side of his upper calf. There was something magnetic about their bodies, never quite letting either one keep their hands to themselves when they were this close together. "Okay but that's not the point! The point is that it shouldn't even be an option regardless if he'd share with me. Which, by the way, he totally would because he loves me." Dipper had only said it about a million times. Taking the phone, the blonde finally kept her hands to herself as she scrolled through the options. "What about sushi? I can always go for sushi." And that was not a joke. It didn't matter to her what the situation was, an avocado roll and tempura was the solution.

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dipper glanced at her for a moment upon her saying that and shrugged his shoulders— he honestly wasn't confident that she would. after their little moment during the holidays, dipper had told himself to make it a point to check in with her every once and a while because she clearly was struggling with more beneath the surface then she let on. he hated to see her cry like that, it had done something to him that even now he wasn't able to entirely shake. dipper did that for people he cared about; worried more than he should. pacifica was someone important to him now so, he was going to worry. even when they were kids, and they weren't necessarily the closest of friends, he still worried. it was part of who he was. ❛ i'd hope you would, ❜ he replied after a moment, a lull of seriousness in his voice, a smile on his lips so it didn't become too serious too fast. dipper wasn't just talking about her telling him if something was wrong now — he was talking about if anything was wrong ever.

as his fingers brushed through her hair, his eyes trained on his phone as he opened a delivery app and scrolled mindlessly through the options, he couldn't help but recognize how... comfortable he felt. pacifica being here, with him, it just felt right. like this was exactly how things were supposed to be for the two of them. ❛ eat a HORSE ?? ❜ dipper replied with a playful horror in his expression, one that melted quite fast as a couple chuckles made him break character. her reaction to the dog food offer only made him laugh harder, and he shook his head, glancing down at her with an adoring glint in his eye; ❛ i'm kidding, cypher would never let me give you any of his food anyways. he's a very greedy boy, ❜ the man mused, handing pacifica his phone so she could order whatever she wanted, crouching down beside her thigh to scratch lovingly behind the attention-hogging pup. ❛ — aren't you, bud ?? ❜

"Good. You think I wouldn't tell you if something was wrong?" Complaining had been, and still sometimes was, her favorite thing to do. It wasn't like she'd keep her opinion to herself if something was not up to her standards. Pacifica was more than comfortable making her thoughts known... at least, when it came to complaints. Anything else? That was much harder. Leaning back against the headboard, Paz stood a better chance at not being knocked over by Cypher and it took next to zero seconds for him to settle down with his head in her lap. Her hand absentmindedly moved through the dog's fur, watching as his eyes drooped closed before her own lifted to watch Dipper move around his room. As the towel fell, Pacifica didn't bother averting her eyes, what was the point? Plus, after making such progress as to admitting they might actually like each other ninety-five percent or more, it only seemed fair. She felt like she earned the right to ogle him before his sweats were snuggly around his hips. So, she did.

Clearing her throat, her eyes fell back to Cypher, feeling some comradery since she was starving herself. And if she was that hungry, she couldn't imagine how hungry man's best friend must have been. Paz stayed exactly where she was as Dipper walked over, not wanting to disturb Cypher as her head tilted back to look up at him. A soft sigh of content slipped through her lips as he stroked her hair, fingers gently brushing through her locks. "Funny you mention it, I am ravenous. I could eat like a horse. But not really, you know I'd never." The clarification wasn't necessary but considering this whole thing started from a horse snow globe, she felt like she had to. "You did not just offer me dog food," Paz scoffed, faux offense on her face as she nudged his thigh with her fist. "I'd love some real food, thank you very much."

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it warmed his heart beyond belief, a heart that was violently slamming into his ribs and making them ache like they were still broken. they might as well be. he noticed her gaze lingering on him, the way she had stopped moving, cypher nudging his head against her hands in an effort for the loving to continue. the man bit the inside of his cheek, the sincerity in his question wavering as she countered it, lifting the hand that wasn't holding the towel in surrender. ❛ sorry sorry, i'll stop. no more asking,❜ he promised loosely, knowing he couldn't entirely swear that he wouldn't check in again but making a surface-level effort to say so anyways. dipper stood in place for a moment, clearing his throat, trying desperately to take his eyes away from her but finding himself unable to do so until he physically forced himself to walk towards his dresser. ❛ he's probably starving, poor guy, ❜ dipper changed the subject, directing it towards the brittany spaniel that had his head resting in her lap now that pacifica had sat up. dipper pulled out a hoodie for himself, accompanied by a pair of sweats, not even thinking twice before dropping the towel to exchange his nudity for comfy clothes.

what ?? it wasn't like she hadn't seen it or anything.

❛ speaking of starving, ❜ he drawled off, grabbing his phone off the bedside table, moving towards the woman to stand next to where she sat — not sitting down next to her but running his fingers mindlessly through the ends of her hair as he unlocked the device. dipper had this insatiable need to be touching her anytime she was in the room, even if it was as delicately and harmless as this, gently brushing through the ends of dampened strands, expression scrunched at his screen. ❛ are you uh, are you hungry or anything ?? ❜ dipper inquired, shifting his gaze to her face, a softness in the way he looked at her. fuck, she was pretty. ❛ i know for a fact mabel and i don't have shit to eat besides candy from her job, so if you were hungry, i could order you something. or, you could have some of cypher's food but... he isn't great at sharing. horrible at it, actually. ❜

Pacifica was lost in the moment, falling back on the mattress as Cypher climbed over her, tail wagging so fast it was moving his entire body and even Paz's a little bit. Her nails scratched along his skin and under his chin, showering him with compliments and calling him a good boy. As she squirmed on the bed and riled him up, the blonde was almost one hundred percent sure that there was nothing better than this moment. Fucked senseless, freshly showered in comfortable sweats and a dog to play with? It almost felt like a dream, and she was moments away from pinching herself when the bathroom door opened, and she was so glad she hadn't. If this was a dream? She did not want to wake up. Not as her eyes landed on Dipper in the doorway, standing there like some goddamn teen drama character with his hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. How fucking dare he! What the fuck??

Blue eyes landed on him, and she practically froze in place for far more time than she'd be able to play off, before realizing he had asked her a question. What was that question? Pacifica was not entirely sure, but he looked concerned, and she could connect the dots. "Are you going to keep asking me if I'm okay for the next hour?" She asked, sitting up now that she could finally move her limbs, grinning at him almost indecently as her eyes roamed over him. "What should I do to make you believe me when I say yes? Because I'm fine, Dipper. I'm totally fine."

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❛ thank god, i might have burned down the comic shop otherwise, ❜ dipper teased, cracking his neck to try and make himself more alert and alive, groaning to himself as he stood from his mattress. chuckling at fred on the other line, dipper shook his head, patting his dog's behind who was currently knocked out at the foot of his bed. lucky bastard. ❛ let's hope not, and on the off chance they try to, just move fast. kick 'em like street rats. they're not particularly harmful in small groups. i'm gonna let cypher out and then head over — see you in 20 ?? ❜

"Coffee, I can do that," he agreed, he had no plans at the moment and he wouldn't mind getting some pie for himself too. Plus, he sort of owed Dipper for waking him up, and he'd feel at least a little bad for it if he wasn't so distracted. Fred couldn't say he ever thought he'd have a fear of gnomes of all things, but he was just trying to be smart here. For once. Staring the little ceramic men down, he kept his voice low in the phone speaker. "They're not gonna... jump me when I turn around, right?"

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dipper watched her until the curtain was drawn closed between them, not moving from his spot until he heard her pad out of the bathroom. sighing, he stepped forward and finally let the hot water hit him directly in the face, melting into the stream as it scalded his skin. he moved slower than he would have liked, joints stiff and getting distracted every god damn time he remembered who was on the other side of the door. his soaps now smelt like pacifica, and despite the fact he had been using the same brand, and the same scent, sine he was a teenager... now all they were going to do was bring him right back to this moment every single time he showered. dipper didn't know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing, but he was smiling like an idiot at the thought. he finished up his shower, ringing out his hair and pulling back the curtain. he grabbed one of his towels off the back of the door and looked at himself in the mirror, swiping at the condensation with his hand. a pang of distress flashed in his expression, a momentary concern that maybe paz had made an escape while he wasn't looking. maybe she had regretted everything, maybe he had come on too strong, maybe she realized that this, HE, wasn't what she wanted.

but as he wrapped his towel around his waist and pushed open the bathroom door the remainder of the way. well, dipper pines had never had a heart attack but this must be the closest thing he's ever felt to one. pacifica was not only bundled up in his clothes, but she was sat atop his mattress with his dog. cypher's tail was wagging manically, smacking the mattress as he was practically on top of her. he was a big dog, but he liked to think he was a small lapdog, and pacifica was showering him in affection. the man couldn't move, standing in the doorway like a lovestruck idiot, watching the blonde ( again, wearing his clothes ) as she loved all over her. his jaw was slack, the droplets of water still on his skin seeming to be made of ice as he froze in place, lips wanting to spread into a smile so wide his cheeks popped like overfilled waterballoons. cypher looked at him, made some kind of yipping sound, before the pup leaned back in fully to whatever bliss pacifica's nails were bringing him. yeah bud, i get it. dipper didn't really know what to say, tongue swiping along his lip, not wanting to ruin the moment he was witnessing, wishing he had a photographic memory. ❛ i told you he loves you, ❜ he said finally, clutching the towel draped across his hips, the smile slowly winding its way up onto his lips. ❛ you, uh...❜ words, dipper pines, WORDS. ❛ are you... feeling any better ?? you drink some water ?? ❜

Smirking up at him for a few more seconds, Pacifica finally climbed out of the shower, carefully making her way over to where the towels were piled on the sink and wrapping it securely around herself. She managed to catch a glimpse of herself in the fogged-up mirror, trying not to smile like an idiot again but failing at least fifty percent. Oh fuck. Walking back into his room, it took no time at all to find the clothes he'd put out for her, nor did it take long for her to realize he'd already changed the sheets and cleaned up a little bit. She hadn't been in the shower that long, had she? Or, it was possible with all that manic energy, that Dipper had managed to do all of that within two minutes. She wouldn't have been shocked. Sliding a pair of sweats on, Pacifica quickly shifted the towel from her body to her hair before bee lining directly for one of the bottles of water. She drank almost desperately, relief flooding through her at the taste of hydration on her tongue. Next time, they'd have to work in more water breaks because this was ridiculous.

Crossing to the door, Paz poked her head out, calling for Cypher and grinning when he appeared in the hallway, motioning for him to come running. And he did. Plopping down at the foot of the bed, Pacifica busied herself with giving him the best pets and scratches possible, missing her own animals every time she remembered that she couldn't get back to them. It was bittersweet in a way. Even if she didn't have her own pets to love on, at least she had Cypher.

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as the woman leaned back into his presence, dipper couldn't help the sigh of content that sounded from him in response. maybe this was the scary part of it all — the domesticity of taking a shower together that wasn't fueled by any sort of lust or sexually fueled motivation. the afterglow, the melting of stiff muscles, the assessing of the damages, the simple act of washing ones hair and getting clean. he pressed another kiss to the side of her head when she leaned back, the height difference enough for him to have to bend down just slightly to do so, fingers finding her hips to draw gentle, decorative circles on the bones that no doubt would look like a watercolor paint pallet. oops. he smirked against her wet hair, humming as the scent seemed ten times as powerful when it was coming from her own hair, lids fluttering as he enjoyed the feeling of her wet, bare skin against his — even if he wasn't under the shower head. as she stood up straight, his eyes flickered to the forearm in question, reaching one of his hands out to gently brush the pads of his fingers of the teeth marks she had embedded into her own skin. licking his lower lip, he offered a breath-filled laugh in response; ❛ hopefully they won't look like the bruise i had... even though i still think it looked cool as fuck.❜ he could still remember the flash of anger that shone itself in her eyes upon seeing the bruise that had come as a result of broken ribs... but dipper wouldn't have traded that night for the world. i'd do it all over again if necessary.

when she spun to face him, and he was met with her eyes, his own softened at the sight of her face as the hand that had been touching her forearm reached out to instinctively brush against her cheek. he nodded in understanding, tilting his head towards the door; ❛ i grabbed three bottles, should be plenty but... i've got more if you need it,❜ he informed her, pad of his thumb tracing her lower lip, taken by surprise as she leaned in ( or... leaned up ) to kiss him first. it made his heart spin, the dopey smile returning. ❛ nah, i'll be quick. i uh... i left comfier clothes out there for you on the bed if you want 'em, and i know cypher loves you so... i'm sure he'll appreciate the attention.❜ his eyes stayed on hers for a moment, unable to fathom how a person could just... look like that, before pressing one more swift kiss to her lips; something he realized he was never going to grow tired of doing. as much as he wanted to keep her here in the water with him, he didn't want her to die of thirst either. he himself was just thinking about how badly he needed water. ❛ — towels right there on the sink for you. i'll be two minutes, tops.❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long at all before he was in the bathroom with her, her body hyper aware of his eyes on her when he opened the curtain to join. But it was a feeling she was quickly growing accustomed to and didn't mind it in the least. She had just finished rinsing out the conditioner she'd used, actually a really good one as well which was both surprising and not. He had to get his hair to look nice somehow and a good shampoo and conditioner made a lot of sense. Good to know this was here just in case...who was she kidding, after this, if he wanted her to come over, at least she knew her hair care wouldn't suffer because of it. Feeling his presence behind her, Paz leaned back, moving into the kiss without realizing it was happening until it did, her head falling against his collarbone. She closed her eyes, living in the feeling of this moment, and sighing contentedly. "Too late." Though he'd only been teasing her, and she could have claimed that she was too, even Pacifica knew that there was a lot more truth to those words than she was even ready to admit to herself.

"I'm going to be covered in bruises." Paz finally said, standing up straight again as she held out her arm. To be fair, that one was on her, she couldn't even blame him for it when it had been her own teeth that had done the damage. C'est la vie. It had been so entirely worth it. "I should've waited for the water." The hot water felt incredible, but it wasn't doing anything to help with the thirst. Turning around, she looked at him in appreciation, before kissing him quickly. "Let me get out, leave you to it...unless you need help? If not, I might go and drink all the water you have in the house. Maybe thank Cypher for doing such a good job."

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when the door creaked open a bit wider, dipper was just making his way to it, a stupid grin on his face at the sight of a water-soaked pacifica blinking at him through the cracked space. ❛ i was going to help me, you're the one that got up and walked in here on your own y'know,❜ the man pointed out, watching as she stepped back towards the shower, brows furrowing before he opened the door the rest of the way. the steam had built up quickly in the cramped space, and it hit his sticky skin and clung to it almost immediately. ❛ cypher gave me the sad dog eyes, i had to remind him i loved him, since he was doing such a good job protecting that snowglobe...❜ he replied with a theatric sigh, listening to the change in how the water hit the floor based on how the other was standing beneath the shower head, the idea of her being here — in his shower — enough to make him almost double take. how he kept forgetting this moment was real and happening was beyond him, so out of his mind with feelings he was still coming to make sense of, and so it was only a matter of seconds before his joggers were back off again— relieved to have the irritating fabric off of him.

he hesitated for a moment, almost having to build up courage ( dipper, you make no sense. you just fucked — TWICE — and now you're nervous ?? ) before drawing back the curtain. even drenched in water, she still looked beautiful, and he stared at her for a fraction of a second before stepping in behind her, pressing a kiss to the top of her water-kissed shoulder. ❛ okay, i'm here now, if you're gonna fall... now's the time to do it, ❜ the man teased, a chill running up his spine as the heat of the shower immediately sank into fatigued muscles, urging the knots that had formed to soften almost immediately. dipper could smell his shampoo on her, and something about his scent being all over her had him feeling dizzy. or maybe it was the head of the shower. no, it definitely was the soap. dipper then, in that moment, realized he had never showered with another person before and was kind of at a loss of what to do with himself right now. ❛ you still doin' okay ?? ❜ dipper inquired gently, allowing his fingers to brush through some of the damp ends of her hair.

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

It took a second, and a lot of strength if she was being honest, to get into the shower, closing her eyes as she faced the stream of water and let it wash over her. God, it felt incredible. The hot water on her muscles was already working some kind of magic and she barely heard when he came back into the room, only hearing a slight muffled tease. "Apparently," she called back, even though she wasn't sure if he'd be able to hear her over the sound of the water or not. For some reason, she'd been assuming that he'd come into the bathroom almost immediately, join her and help her stand up like he promised but as time went by, she got lost in the feeling of the steam rising around her, the soap against her skin. She had to admit that this might have been one of the first times, if not the only time, she had taken a shower at someone's place after sleeping with them without them in it. It was strange...but kind of nice. But mostly strange. Stepping out of the shower with water rolling down her body in droves, Pacifica quickly ( and carefully ) made her way to the door that she had left slightly ajar for him, quite literally an open invitation.

"Is he?" The blonde asked, catching the words and giving him a wide-eyed look. "And what are you doing?" Her eyes wide and expectant. "I thought you said you were going to help me, so I don't fall over. I could have fallen like a million times by now." She wobbled a little on cue as though proving some kind of point. Lifting her eyebrows, Pacifica took a few steps back toward the shower that she had certainly left on, it wasn't her water bill after all, and climbed back in, this time ready to take it personally if he didn't join her. Honestly, she was far too tired to get frisky under the water but that didn't mean she didn't want him there. Plus, he had said he was in desperate need for a shower, hadn't he?

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the man took a few, deep, stabilizing breaths as he walked over to the fridge — every part of his body aching, muscles screaming for him to just lay down, and his dick was still pulsing like it had it's own heartbeat. the fabric of his joggers felt beyond unpleasant against it, trying to breath through the stupid grin on his face as he grabbed them two water bottles from the fridge, going to shut the door before grabbing a third for good measure. he slowly padded back towards the room, glancing down the hall towards mabel's room to see the light was still off and she wasn't home. thank fucking god. he glanced at the snow globe on the coffee table, the sight of the plastic horses encased in glass making the smile on his face even wider — even dopier. cypher was half asleep on his dog bed, his tail wagging at the sight of dip who bent down to give him a loving scratch behind the ears. after a moment or two, he finally opened the door to his room, blinking in confusion at the empty mattress before he heard the shower water running in the bathroom. ❛ — oh, so you're legs do work ?? ❜ the man called out to her with a teasing lull to his voice, setting the watterbottles down on the nightstand before glancing over at the sheets. yeah, those would... definitely need to be coming off.

after peeling off the sheets and stepping out one more time to get them thrown into the wash, the man came back in and gently rapped his knuckles on the bathroom door to let her know he was back but not wanting to disturb her if she was going to the bathroom or something. dipper had made an effort to fold the clothes of hers he had thrown around the room, having put on a new set of sheets and tossed his own dirty clothes in the pathetically fully hamper in the corner of his room. he had gotten clean towels and was trying to steady the quick beating of his heart. the sex part was over... but why did all of this feel SO much more intimate than what they had just done ?? ❛ for the record, i know cypher would kick my ass in a marathon, and he is being a very good boy outside. protecting that snow globe like his life depends on it.❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

"Mmhmmm, okay," Paz hummed as his lips pressed against hers, a promise of water to come. Thank God. At this point, an argument could be made that she was dehydrated so water was necessary and stat. Her eyes, though heavy and begging to close for a little while, stayed on him as he climbed out of bed and pulled his joggers back on, reminding Pacifica that her clothes were somewhere on the floor but the last thing she wanted right now was to try and get back into them. "Cypher would beat your ass so easily." She teased, pushing herself slowly up onto her elbows to watch him but thinking better of it when her arms shook just a little, allowing herself to fall back against the mattress. "A shower isn't a bad idea." Actually, it was an excellent one. Laughing softly at the offer to hold her up, the blonde shook her head at him, working up the energy to get onto her own two feet. "Oh my God, Dipper, I don't want to think about how much of you I have all over me." And inside of her. She knew it was a lot at this point. It wasn't exactly a sexy thought, but it was true and something that had to be taken care of. She didn't even want to think about the laundry he'd need to do for these sheets.

Once he was outside of the room, door safely closed behind him, the stupidest grin spread across her lips, hands lifting to press the heel of her palms against her eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pacifica had never been in this situation before, most people she'd slept with had been a good time but easy enough to drop when she got bored. It had been a very long time since she'd ever felt like this about someone; perhaps it had never happened before. She didn't know what to do. And admitting they liked each other? As high school as it all was, she couldn't help but freak out a little bit. This was Mason, someone she'd known since she was twelve years old and maybe had always had a little bit of a crush on since they met. She didn't want to think about that too much, but she couldn't help it. Sighing deeply, she let her hands fall and pushed herself up off of the mattress slowly, finding her footing faster than she'd anticipated. Her legs were shaking a bit but not enough that it worried her, and she slowly made her way to his bathroom to both go to the bathroom and start the water for the shower.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

it was taking every remaining ounce of strength he had to hold himself up above her, not wanting to crush the blonde beneath him knowing he'd just go dead weight if his muscles so much as twitched right now. he laughed breathily at pacifica's comment, pressing soft kisses across the apples of her cheeks, the warmth that had risen to the surface stinging his lips in a way that made impossible not to grin. ❛ a little sore, ❜ mason repeated against her skin, humming in disbelief but opting not to argue, just laughing once more at the confirmation that it was only a little. she was only a little sore, he only liked her ninety-five percent... right. he felt a bit guilty for the any sort of discomfort she'd experience as a result of him but... there didn't seem to be any flicker of regret across her features, and he drew his lower lip between his teeth as he lifted his face back up to hover above hers, scanning her expression, looking for any tell-tale signs something was wrong.

a prideful smirk ornamented his lips at the comment regarding pacifica's legs not working, unable to resist chuckling as he shook his head; ❛ i can grab you water, paz. ❜ dipper leaned forward, pressing one more kiss against her lips — absolutely addicted to the feeling of soft pillows against his own mouth, obsessed with the fact he could lean in now and do it without thinking twice. drawing back, he groaned as he forced his weight up and off the bed, scooping up the joggers he had been wearing and stepping into them. ❛ me ?? uh — yeah, no, i'm good... ❜ dipper assured her, tugging the waistband up and over his hips, reaching up to tug at the knot his hair was in, running fingers through sweat-drenched hair. grinning at the marathon joke, he playfully rolled his eyes; ❛ yeah yeah, maybe. cypher would love that if he could run it with me... i desperately need a shower, though.❜ dipper took a minute to take in the sight of her, comfortable atop his mattress looking flushed and as radiant as ever. blinking dumbly, forgetting what he was doing for a second as he had to force himself to look away, he cleared his throat and pointed towards the door; ❛ i'm uh... i'm gonna grab some waters... and if you would like to get all of me off of you, i promise my soaps and shit are not awful. i'll even hold you up.❜ oh my god, what are you doing dipper ?? hitting his fist against his palm, the man turned and slipped out of the bedroom, having to take a moment on the other side of the door to hold his head in his hand— a smile that almost HURT stretching so wide across his face he thought his cheeks would fall off. whispering to himself, almost in disbelief; ❛ oh, i am so fucked. ❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

He didn't need to confirm it, the exhaustion was rolling off of both of them after that little marathon, her eyes filled with a glint as he watched her. The feeling of his eyes on her was something she would never get tired of. Every time she caught him staring, there was an unreal urge to give him something to stare at or to call him out on it. Sometimes both. "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Pacifica purred, arm lazily coming to rest over his shoulders as he hovered over her. "But I also take flowers if you're fresh out of lifechanging fucks." She murmured against his lips, not minding at all taking it much slower now, letting both of their bodies recoup after something like that. There it was again, baby, and it wasn't in the heat of the moment when pet names were far easier to say than someone's government name, the rolled off the tongue almost as easily as hips rolled against each other. And yet, Paz didn't mind, it didn't really take her by surprise as much as it would have maybe a few weeks ago. "I'm good, a little sore," she admitted. "But only a little, don't let that go to your head." In actuality, she knew she'd be feeling this for a while, already the bruises were starting to spread over her skin. Sensitive was not even covering how she would be feeling within the next thirty minutes and on.

In reality, she was feeling a little parched and she had to pee, but she truly did not trust her legs to work just yet. Something she didn't feel the need to lie about either. "Water would be nice... but I don't think my legs are working yet." And it was debatable when they would start. Brushing some of the hair out of his face, Paz took a second to just take him in, everything about him and how he cared. Every time he asked, every time he meant it. What an unusual thing for her to experience in any capacity. "Are you okay? I think you might be able to run like a marathon soon, no joke." Not literally right now, absolutely not, but if they kept up this training regimen, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

the silence felt like it would last forever, nothing but the sounds of their syncopated breaths filling his room as they sat there with one another just basking in the afterglow. his kisses grew softer, more feathery, until he tucked his head into her neck and decided he could fall asleep right here — no, he could DIE here — and he'd be content with it. feeling her weight shift, her words drawing a tired laugh from him, mason nodded against her throat and heaved a sigh; ❛ yeah, something like that, ❜ he mumbled in reply, pressing one more kiss against her throat before he felt her slowly starting to move up and off of him. he shivered at the feeling of her sliding off his length, overly sensitive from base to tip, humming lowly as he gently loosened his grip on her so she could move a bit more freely. his eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light due to them having been closed for such a long time, a lazy and tired smile ornamenting his lips.

❛ fuck, i've worn myself out, ❜ the man heaved in reply, running the heels of his hands up the sides of his face before smoothing some of the wild, rogue hairs back towards a deflated bun that was holding on by a thread. his hands then went to his knees, allowing his head to roll forward, sinking his weight down so he was sitting back on his calves and he could take an extra minute to catch his breath. mason's tongue slid along his lip, feeling how swollen it was, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. then, pacifica was speaking again, and his head was lifting just enough to catch the sight of her parting velvet thighs so he could see the cocktail of their releases dripping out of her swollen cunt. ❛ fuck, paz, ❜ dipper breathed in response, filing that visual away to memory, pushing his weight forward so his hands were on the mattress and he could crawl his way over her. mason kissed up her entire body as he made the journey from where he sat until he was hovering over her, lips trailing between the valley of her breasts as he looked up at her with eyes glazed in adoration. ❛ incredibly, and i'd offer to show you again but... i think my dick would fall off, ❜ he teased, another breathy laugh sounding from him before his lips were delicately, tenderly, finding her own — kissing her as if to seal his words as truth, drawing back to brush the tip of his nose across hers. ❛ you okay, baby ?? ❜ the man asked gingerly, lids heavy, too exhausted to even notice the moniker that had mindlessly slipped from his lips again; ❛ you need anything ?? ❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

She was still at the peak of her own high when she felt Dipper come undone himself. Cock twitching deep inside of her cunt as ropes of cum burst from him and filled her up for the second time. It felt like her entire body was tingling as she slowly came back down from her high, exhausted yet thoroughly satisfied. Pacifica was completely convinced that her body was going to be covered in bruises, especially her waist and she couldn't deny that she was looking forward to seeing them. To seeing each and every mark that he left on her skin. Hand on the back of his head stayed put as he continued to press kisses against her throat, her other coming to rest on his forearm as he held her tightly. She was in no rush at all to move from this spot, even though her muscles were absolutely starting to cramp in this position, she could only imagine his were in worse shape. But it had been so fucking worth it. Strands of her hair had come loose from the bun on her head, framing flushed cheeks as she finally came back down to reality.

"Good." She mumbled, smirk returning to her lips. Driving people crazy was one of her specialties, this just happened to be a different version of it that she'd never expected from Dipper. "And fucking crazy is only ninety-five percent?" The question was truly a tease as she laughed softly. She had no doubt that both of them knew that wasn't true, but it could be a little secret between the two of them. Pacifica could feel her body giving into tiredness as she leaned back against him. "God, you've worn me out, Mason." The blonde admitted, thumb stroking his skin before she started to shift, climbing off of him with a soft whine as his cock slid out of her. To say she collapsed on the mattress would not have been far from the truth as she laid out on her back and gazed up at him. Hands traced random patterns over her own skin, not wanting to take her eyes off of him as she hummed in satisfaction, legs just spread enough to see their cum drip out of her. "How crazy about me are you?" She asked softly, smiling up at him.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

he never wanted it to stop — he never wanted to have to be more than a breath away from her. this was different than the first time, different than the rounds that came after that... even different than the first time not that long ago. dipper was desperate, dipper was all in, dipper was trying to wrap his head ( both of them, at this point ) around what the fuck was going on between the two of them but for once, he didn't care about the technicalities. the man focused on what he did know, what he knew for certain, and that was that he was completely, utterly obsessed with pacifica northwest. he groaned against her skin, the sound deep and resonating, vibrating against the skin of her throat as he kept placing open mouth kisses against her skin. their bodies just seemed to synchronize, finding a harmonious rhythm that had every hair on his body standing up, her skin flushed against his ink-stained chest, art-endowed arms holding her as close as he could get her as each hand took on their own individual task. the way her hips were falling down to meet his upwards thrust elicited a primal growl from him, teeth gently scraping the side of her throat as he bared them to growl like some kind of animal.

❛ oh fuck, baby, just like that. ❜ his words were so filled with gravel he was surprised his vocal chords hadn't frayed, fatigue plaguing his muscles but the feeling of her hand reaching behind his head and the sounds of her moans enough for him to push through it. the fingers teasing her nipple moved to cup the breast fully, kneading it in his hand like it would form to the shape of his palm if he squeezed hard enough, kissing along her jaw before moving to drag the lobe of her ear between his teeth, his breaths wild and desperate. ❛ obsessed. so. fucking. obsessed. ❜ and it wasn't long until he felt her cunt gripping him like life depended on it, her body tensing beneath his touch, not letting up on his efforts as she road out whatever number orgasm this was — his skin tacky with sweat, his breaths heavy, warmth pooling in his own abdomen as his eyes screwed shut. his name spilling from her lips was all it took for him to join her on whatever cloud she had ascended to, a guttural groan sounding from the man as he buried his face in her neck, holding onto her for dear life, his release coming hard and damn near fucking blinding. every part of his body was sore and aching, but he didn't care, and while his hold on her slacked once a moment or two of recovery had passed, his lips didn't stop kissing the skin of her throat — slow, deliberate, purposely... as if trying to keep himself grounded. ❛ i, ❜ he sucked in a breath, trying to gain his bearings, breathing his words against her heated flesh.

❛ — am so fucking crazy about you, pacifica. ❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

His knees finished the job of pressing her thighs together, cunt impossibly tight around his cock as he incessantly thrust into her, and Pacifica had to admit that he had not been lying. Him bending her over and fucking her? Easily one of her favorite things. Not to discount the times when they weren't so feral, but sometimes you had to switch things up and the way her head was spinning right now, there was no way she'd let him get away with doing this only once. And since she was already determined that there would be a next time, there absolutely would be. There was no other option in her mind. His growl pulled the animalistic instincts out of her, wanting him to keep plowing into her like her goddamn life depended on it. And hearing baby. Baby. Baby. Baby: she couldn't get enough of it. How it sounded on his lips was almost as good as him worshipping her name. There had been others who had claimed she felt so good, looked so good, but from Mason it felt more genuine. Like there had been a real meeting when she'd been made discussing that they were made for each other. And that thought scared her a little bit but not enough to keep it in her mind. It dissolved with each thrust, completely wiped away as his arm encircled her waist and pulled her up flush against him.

Her head fell back into the space next to his, body easily starting to bounce on his lap, helping as he thrust up into her and her hips dropped to match his rhythm. The shift was almost distracting enough for her to miss his admission about being obsessed with her and she was glad she hadn't. Obsessed? Yes, fucking please. Not only did that thrill her because Pacifica wanted everyone to be obsessed with her but because, whether she was ready to admit it or not, she knew the feeling. Hardly able to go a few hours in the day without thinking about him, she was well acquainted with the sentiment. Hand moved to cup the back of his head, moans rising in volume and pitch as his fingers teased her nipple while the others found her clit once more. Pacifica was absolutely done for. An ocean of pleasure built inside of her, kept at bay for only a few moments more before she came completely undone, his name spilling from her lips as her entire body tightened, muscles spasming around his cock as she clenched around him.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

dipper was precise, calculated, not nearly as sloppy as he'd have anticipated himself to be the second time around. a new wave of energy surged through him as her moans grew louder, explicits departing from her lips in a symphony he could listen to for the rest of eternity, fingers digging into her hips in almost a possessive way as he pulled them towards him each time his hips jerked forward. his legs on either side of hers noticed her trying to bring them closer together, finishing the job by drawing his knees into her legs and pressing them until her thighs were flush, head rolling back at how tight she felt around him — like she was made just for HIM. dipper's breaths grew deeper and more audible, hips pushing his cock harder and deeper inside of her each time, the sensation enough to have his eyes rolling back. he felt her clenching around him, loved how she was rocking her hips back to meet his own, every muscle in his body on high alert as he concentrated on giving pacifica everything he had and simultaneously holding out so he didn't fall apart before he felt her cum again.

her words spurred him on, motivation in itself to keep up exactly what he was doing, and his eyes flickered up at pacifica's face and ❛ fuck me, ❜ was cursed under his breath at the sight of her— face contorted with pleasure, teeth buried into the flesh of her forearm, the sounds she was making muffled but persistent and making him pour everything he had left into her. ❛ fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. you look so fucking good, ❜ dipper growled, his words gargled over the sound of him trying to swallow down the moan bubbling in his throat as he somehow managed to go harder, get deeper, each time. if dipper was going to show her how much he liked her, fucking the shit out of her seemed to be a good way to translate it. dipper liked pacifica in a way that wasn't even human, borderline animalistic, and his heart was pounding at both the thought of that and the fact his adrenaline was spiked so high he thought he'd pass out. ❛ i'm obsessed with you, ❜ dipper found himself saying, one of his hands slipping from her hip to wrap around her waist, pulling upwards so her torso came up and her back was now flush to his chest. dipper shifted his position just barely, driving his thrusts upwards now, the new angle making his head spin. the hand no longer on her waist moved up to focus on her breast, twisting one of her nipples between his fingers, the other slipping down between her legs, finding her clit, etching circles that complimented his thrusts atop it. he buried his face in her neck, parted lips dragging across the skin of her throat, breaths hot and words filled with grit; ❛ — so fucking obsessed. you drive me insane. ❜

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Fingers gripped the tops of the comforter below her, cunt aching with anticipation as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance and thank fuck he didn't feel like teasing her right now because Pacifica was pretty sure she would have combusted right then and there. But her mind still started spinning as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, pushed inch after inch inside of her, stretching her pussy out around him once more. Plump lips split as her mouth fell open with a wanton moan, muscles tight around him when he was finally fully buried inside of her. As he pulled out of her, Paz sighed, grip on the fabric under her tightening, desperate for him to be back inside of her, fucking her senseless. And she didn't have to wait long before he was. The pace was steady at first, but it didn't take long before he was picking it up, her breathing growing shorter with each thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, right there -" She managed to moan, hips pressing back towards him as much as humanly possible, wanting him deeper and deeper with each snap of his hips. Shifting her legs closer together, Paz tightened her cunt as much as she could around him, moans and whines slipping from her lips like a waterfall; incessant and never-ending, intertwining with the sounds of skin-on-skin filling his room once more. Stretching one arm out in front of her, Pacifica pressed her palm against his headboard, holding herself in place as he relentlessly thrust into her, eyes starting to roll back at the feeling of his cock continuously brushing against her deep bundle of nerves, never letting up its onslaught on her g-spot. Back arched further off of the mattress, teeth sinking into her forearm just briefly as she tried to keep herself from losing complete control just yet. She wanted this to last.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

she was so responsive, her skin seeming to warm under his touches whether they were feathered or fully-committed, and it spurred the man on beyond belief to see, in real time, that even if she was bluffing about her emotional feelings ... the physical ones were undeniable. he hoped to god she wasn't bluffing about the emotional ones because the man was on the brink of baring his soul like he was in a confessional, wanting to give everything he had to the blonde in his bed and not think much else of it. a totally normal way to feel about a person you've known almost your entire life. dipper couldn't express how incredible it felt to have her like this, the things it did to his head in the late hours of the night when she wasn't around, staring at the same ceiling that now hung above them and trying to remember the names of dead presidents so he didn't seem like a lunatic fantasizing about her whenever he turned the light off. dipper couldn't help but file away all of these details to memory, though, treating every time with her like it was the last chance he'd ever get, always hoping there'd be another time but never being certain.

dipper sighed at the sight of her one she had settled into the new position he had put her in, her back sloped in the most beautiful arch he had ever scene, tongue swiping along his lower lip as he tried to quiet the primal urges gnawing at his chest, begging with him to just ravish her in anyway he could — until he physically gave out. one hand had shifted to the base of his length while she was talking, the sound of his name making his muscles spazz as if it were the first time he was hearing it, stroking himself for a moment as he took her in. while he already knew she was breathtaking from every angle, it didn't make him any less in awe of her right now. self-restraint was shown for only a fraction of a second longer until he was putting his knees on either side of her bent legs, tongue sliding along his quickly-swelling lower lip as he notched the head of his cock against her entrance. there was no use in teasing — mason figured there would be plenty of time for that in the future. once lined up, his hands returned to her hips, fingers digging into flesh that was no doubt bruising before he slowly pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt — hissing through clamped teeth as her cunt gripped at every inch he put inside of it. he then slowly retracted, drawing his hips back until just the head of his cock remained inside of her, before driving it back in. mason gradually picked up the pace, his breaths deep and jagged, eyes locked-in on where their bodies met and finding themselves unable to look away.

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

After the first round, it wasn't as though either of them needed much before they were ready for another; the beauty of the body and being sensitive to each other's touch. Light eyes fluttered closed as his lips moved from her neck to her ear, his fingers teasing her as though he had a million times before. She was so lost in every feeling she only briefly noticed when his fingers moved from her clit to slide between slick folds and then they were gone. Her eyes opened only momentarily before he was flipping her over once more, chest and stomach resting on the mattress now, a giddiness coursing through her as her pussy clenched around nothing - wishing more than anything that he wouldn't tease her too much before giving her what she wanted. Moving her legs only slightly, Pacifica sighed softly as his hand trailed up her spine, smirking even though she knew he couldn't see it, completely surrendered to his touch. Each kiss on her back sent a wave of fire through her body, the gentle caress of his lips enough to remind her that love didn't always come with the threat of losing it or the threat of violence. It was a lesson she had started to learn in Evermore and it was finally taking root.

For too long, being vulnerable hadn't been an option and right now it was hard to believe she was the same woman she'd once been. With walls built so high above her on a foundation made of sand that they threatened to tumble down on top of her at the idea of someone ever getting close to the real her. Curling her arms under her head, she tilted her head, humming at the feeling of his kiss moving back down her spine until his grip on her hips tightened and she was being pulled back onto her knees; just enough for her ass to be in the air as her back arched so prettily off of the mattress. "I need you." The blonde started; voice breathy and low as she fought against her instinct to press her hips further back towards him even though the temptation was hard to fight. "I need you, Mason. I need you to fuck me again until I'm seeing stars." She knew he could do it; he'd done it already when the sun was still streaming over them like they were putting on a show for the universe. She hoped they'd liked it since they were about to get an encore.

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DIPPER PINES ꜰᴛ. ᴘᴀᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴡᴇꜱᴛ

at this point, dipper wasn't phased by her compliance — he was beginning to learn how to read her, what made her tick, what turned her skin to gooseflesh and the tone of voice that drew audio responses from her without needing to use his hands at all. he hummed as her thighs parted, dragging his nose from her jaw to her ear, taking her pierced lobe between his teeth and rolling it as the fingers on her clit dipped lower to slide between slick folds, deeply sighing at how ready for him she already was. how ready for him she always seemed to be. the conversation they had prior to this, as playful and banter-filled as it was, was causing a category five hurricane inside of him. the winds in his chest were slamming against every single organ that rested inside of it, replacing butterflies with cyclones in the pit of his stomach. without saying anything, the hand between her legs departed, and it slid up the plain of her stomach before curling it around her waist. his head drew back just enough to make room as he used the one arm wrapped around her to flip her onto her stomach.

❛ need it, huh ?? ❜ the man mused, the idea making his eyes sparkle, pushing his weight back onto his knees, allowing the palm of the hand had just been between her thighs to slide from her tailbone up the length of her spine. there was nothing dipper pines liked more than to be needed — needed to answer a question, needed for information, needed for protection... needed for whatever it was pacifica was referring to right now. dipper liked control, he liked knowing things and being the one in the driver's seat; he was learning that apparently, when it came to sex, that still remained true. dipper leaned forward, splaying kisses across the back of her shoulders and across her back, thankful her hair was in a bun and not shielding any inch of skin from his view. dipper kisses his way down her spine, dragging it out, allowing either of his hands to grab each of her respective hips and shifting his weight until he was comfortably knelt behind her. then, dipper tugged just enough to lift her ass into the air so her weight was now balanced on her knees and her torso was all that remained on the mattress. his heart was pounding, pupils blown out, the sweat that had dried from the first round already making it's return as he glanced up at her face. ❛ what are you referring to when you say you need it, pacifica ?? ❜

dipper was also learning that he really liked hearing pacifica say what was going on in her mind. especially when it had everything to do with what she wanted from him.

𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 ⤷ 𝚏𝚝. 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

It was the whine that did it and Pacifica couldn't even pretend to be surprised that it was the one thing needed to get him to follow through on his promise. Or challenge. Or threat. Whichever one. Inhaling sharply, the blonde let him roll them over, back against the mattress as she laughed softly, all too pleased with the more dominate side of Dipper. At this point, she was pretty sure she'd do basically anything he told her to. In the bedroom at least, outside of these walls, there was still no debate on who ran things. But right now? With how his lips were devouring her throat and his weight was comfortably hovering over her, Pacifica was more than willing to be the recipient of whatever he wanted to do to her. Head tilted back into the pillow as his lips traversed her skin, his hand sliding between her thighs as her legs spread for him like butter. "Fuck yeah," she answered, hips lifting as he stroked her sensitive clit, body coming back to life in ten seconds or less.

Every nerve in her body was at full attention as he teased her and there was an anticipation and an eagerness to see what he would do next. To be fair, Pacifica would have fully accepted him fucking her right here and now on the bed; there would have been nothing disappointing in that. But she was so intrigued and latched onto this controlling version of him and the promise of being bent over and fucked. That was something Paz would never have imagined happening for real. He just didn't give off that kind of vibe. Apparently, she'd been wrong about that. "You have no idea how much I need that right now."

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dipper hugged mabel as tight as he could, not considering the possible damage he could be doing but not caring either. he wanted to never let go — he wanted to protect her by all means necessary and walk around as her human shield. the tendencies to fall right back into that helicopter role were pulling him in ever direction, but he wanted mabel to be her own person... and he knew she was capable of so much more than he ever dared to give her credit for simply out of his own fear. as she spoke, dipper's cries deepened, the sound almost animalistic and desperate as he tried to rationalize all of this in his head and remind himself that he was no longer in the mindscape with bill searing into him.

her later words made him draw back, clutching her biceps with either hand, sweat soddening the shirt he was wearing and making rogue wisps of hair cling to his tear-soaked face. ❛ — but he's here mabel. in EVERMORE. i saw him in the coffee shop... and he's... he's visited pacifica and it's only a matter of time before he gets to you too... ❜ dipper croaked, trying to get words out but the fraying of his vocal chords from all of his screaming and sobbing making it damn near impossible. shaking his head, he looked down, drops of salted moisture sliding off the tip of his nose and the point of his chin, dripping from every edge his face had to offer. ❛ — i don't know what to do. i lied to him about having the... the journal but i only have the one. i didn't bring the other two... and— and i didn't give him what he wanted. he threatened you. he threatened all of you. i didn't — i didn't now what to do. mabel, i still don't. ❜

the fact that he was apologizing to her only made her feel more guilty. she didn't have the heart to tell him it was more her fault than his. even if it didn't make any logical sense, it made mabel sense. a lot of people could argue, but once mabel felt like she was in the wrong, it was hard to get her out of that mindset. she just....felt useless as she held her brother and tried to soothe him back to reality. she worried she was never going to be able to do enough for him when it came to bill. she had been bested by him before too. trapped in her own imaginary world of dreams the last time they all faced off. sometimes she still had nightmares of that place. it was a mess.

"stop talking," she said gently, her hold tightening. "i'm not going to make you talk about what you saw. i'm not going to make you talk about that demon....." she sighed. "you just need to remember that it is all a dream. it isn't...he isn't right here right now and he can't hurt you or me....he won't....i won't let it happen."

[dbldipper]

dipper stood there for a moment, exhaling heavily through his nostrils as if to calm himself down, before turning on his heel to follow wendy out the door. he still couldn't fully wrap his head around the fact that they were here and now he and wendy were going to hang out while she worked — just like old times. dipper used to not even be around wendy without being a babbling mess but... he was pretty confident the seeming-to-never-end crush he had on her was over. he could act NORMAL now... or, whatever dipper pines's definition of normalcy was. upon hearing the words shack, dipper's face went a bit limp, turning his head to look at wendy in disbelief; ❛ — the shack ?? ❜ he inquired, brows raising on his head. ❛ wait the... like the mystery shack ?? ❜ dipper asked, seeking clarity, scoffing as he looked forward again. fuck, how many parts of his past were resurfacing here ?! ❛ you're kidding.❜

"Hell yeah," they smiled, taking their coffee and starting to the door, expecting him to follow without another word. They really shouldn't kill more time. They got paid by the hour, after all, and she could kind of use the money. Magazines and junk food didn't pay for themselves. "I'm kind of shocked you haven't stumbled across the shack yet," Wendy admitted after they got outside, glancing over — or up at him. If he had been here as long as he said, the Dipper she knew would have already poked his head around every corner in town trying to solve the mysteries of Evermore. Something must have him preoccupied. Or maybe... maybe he'd just grown up. A thought that brought a frown to their face for a moment. Fuck growing up. "Now that you've missed anything, it's just as shitty as ever."