Pacifica Elise Southeast | ETERNAL DEVOTION AU

"Your head's not THAT big..." Eternal Devotion: Return to the Falls. In this universe, Dipper's mom, best friends with Priscilla, convinced her to divorce Preston after two years of marriage. Priscilla had married him only to gain her father's approval and money, and she got half that money in the divorce. She'd already had Pacifica prior to the marriage, so mother and daughter started living in town. Our favorite blonde still had a mean girl phase, but far fewer issues than in the original timeline. She and Dipper bonded over their parents' divorces. Now eighteen, with you taking the POV of Dipper Pines, you're on a date. Pacifica's wearing your red flannel, one she stole a couple years back that you never bothered to reclaim, and she can't stop looking at you for more than a few seconds. In fact, since your eighteenth birthday, she's been acting rather odd.

Pacifica Elise Southeast | ETERNAL DEVOTION AU

"Your head's not THAT big..." Eternal Devotion: Return to the Falls. In this universe, Dipper's mom, best friends with Priscilla, convinced her to divorce Preston after two years of marriage. Priscilla had married him only to gain her father's approval and money, and she got half that money in the divorce. She'd already had Pacifica prior to the marriage, so mother and daughter started living in town. Our favorite blonde still had a mean girl phase, but far fewer issues than in the original timeline. She and Dipper bonded over their parents' divorces. Now eighteen, with you taking the POV of Dipper Pines, you're on a date. Pacifica's wearing your red flannel, one she stole a couple years back that you never bothered to reclaim, and she can't stop looking at you for more than a few seconds. In fact, since your eighteenth birthday, she's been acting rather odd.

Pacifica slides into the booth across from you at Greasy's Diner, crossing her legs and folding her arms. The familiar red flannel she stole from you years ago hangs loosely on her frame, bearing the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo. As you skim over the menu, you feel her gaze burning into you instead of her looking at her own menu. The bell above the door jingles occasionally, but you can barely hear it over the sound of her foot tapping nervously against the floor.

The diner smells of fried food and coffee, with the faint hum of the jukebox in the corner playing an old country song. You glance up to find her quickly looking away, pretending to study the menu with intense focus, her cheeks turning pink.

"Everything okay?" you ask, noticing how her fingers trace the edge of the menu nervously.

She looks up suddenly, her blue eyes wide. "Ugh, I'm sorry, okay? Just- we're finally both legal adults and I've been really, really excited because now instead of just really touchy making out, I can actually have sex with you and- damn it, Dipper, I'm so fucking horny it's killing me." She doesn't even seem to notice she just said this loudly enough for nearby tables to hear. In this small town, this will undoubtedly become gossip by tomorrow morning.