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WIP Wednesday 🌊
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It was so hard to pick what part I wanted to share today from Rival Firefighters 🚒 because I wrote a scene this morning and ahh it was just … I really like it and want to share the whole thing cos I want you all to scream at me but I also don’t want to share everything you know? 😅
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“Eddie, it’s for you.” Bobby hands him the SAT phone, a concerned looked etched on his face.
Eddie takes the phone, albeit a bit hesitant. Dispatch wanting to talk to him has warning flags flying up. He’s not a commanding rank so the only reason he can think of as to why they’d be tracking him down is because they’re about to give him bad news.
He knows that Buck and Chris are safe. Buck had texted him that they were planning on going to the movie theatre near his apartment and then out for ice cream at that place Chris loves that is not at all in the area where the tsunami hit. They’re safe.
Tia Pepa and Abuela are visiting Eddie’s parents back in Texas and Eddie isn’t Carla’s emergency contact.
Which only leaves one person.
Dread sinks heavily in his stomach like a lead balloon as he brings the phone up to his ear.
“This is Diaz.”
“Eddie.”
He doesn’t know whether to be relieved or not that it’s Maddie’s voice on the other line. Maybe it’ll hurt less coming from a familiar voice. The voice of a friend. Though he can’t help feeling guilty that it’s Maddie having to shoulder the weight of telling him that his ex wife is injured, missing or — no. He can’t even think the word. It’s too painful. What’s he going to do if Shannon is— if she’s — what’s he going to tell Chris?
Fuck.
He needs to find out what the actual situation is before he starts spiraling.
“Don’t sugar coat it Maddie, just—,” he takes a shaky breath and clutches the phone tighter, trying to steady his trembling hands, “just tell me. Please.”
He’s aware of eyes on him, that Bobby has moved just that little bit closer, body rigid and on alert like he’s ready to jump in and catch Eddie if he needs to.
“A rescue boat found Chris. He’s alive, only sustained minor cuts and scrapes. They’ve taken him to the triage centre. Shannon’s on her way to him now.”
Eddie almost drops the phone as his world comes to a stop. He feels a surge of grief, fear and helplessness claw at his chest, their icy talons slicing into him and leaving him feeling like he’s been flayed open. Bile begins to rise up his throat but he swallows it down, the bitter taste of it lingering and burning. He’s pretty sure his heart stops beating and it’s not until Maddie says the words he’s alive that it picks up its rhythm again, a rush of relief washing over him and soaking through his skin, settling into his bones.
He takes a shuddering breath. Chris is alive.
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#daffi writes#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong#rival firefighters fic#buddie wip#buddie#let me just say that Eddie’s relief is short lived 👀#dude is strapped in for an emotional roller coaster ride#wheeeeeee 🎢
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Morisuke knew his limits very well.
He wasn't as ignorant as some people he could name and was proud in his ability to balance his body on the thin fence between just fine and horrible.
As humiliating as it sounds, his most daunting limit was roller coasters. Even harmless merry-go-rounds stir up a
devious stew in Morisuke's midsection. He truly didn't understand how any living being could find such an attractment entertaining. What was so novel about watching the flurenscent lights of a fair blur together as your body was carelessly lifted up and down? Better yet, why the hell did his frenemy find these attractions such a show of strength?
Morisuke wanted absolutely nothing more than to prove himself superior to the tall bastard who stood next to him, taunting him while pointing towards the towering coaster ahead.
"What? Don't tell me you're too scared to ride it!" Tetsurou cackled, slapping Morisuke hard on the back, just light enough for it to be considered friendly by onlookers.
The shorter of the two clenched his jaw, flexing and relazing his fists as he swallowed back a plethora of retorts. Uneasiness surged in his stomach, but was greatly overpowered by his competetive nature and want- no, NEED to shut up his friend for good.
"I'll ride it," he stated blankly before commonsense had a chance to stop him, "unless you're too scared to ride it with me."
"Me? Too scared? I'm already in line," Tetsurou called out, disappearing into the queues daunting enterance.
Swallowing his doubt and internally cursing the universe, Morisuke followed.
The line was long, long enough to provide Morisuke numerous chances to escape, long enough for his mind to cement this situation as a worst-case-scenerio of a team outing, and long enough for Tetsurou to provide enough taunts to fuel Morisuke's arrogant standing.
After what seemed like hours of standing under the sweltering heat, awaiting the end of the line like a sheep to the slaughterhouse, the pair were standing infront of the rollercoasters closed gate. The fake rust on the faux metal staring deviously into Morisuke's furrowed expression.
A harsh squeeling reached his ears as a new cart pulled up. The station erupted into a choir of laughs and chatter, the windblown guests sporting permanent grins on their dried lips.
"It's our turn!" Tetsurou sang as the gate pushed open.
They were in the back, the 'bestest most scariest seat, reserved for true thrill seekers' according to Tetsurou. Morisuke wanted to protest, to deny his standing as a 'true thrill seeker,' but he didn't He already waited 40 damn minutes in that cheesy line, there was no possible way he could turn back on his decision at this point.
So he sank into the warm plastic of the ride seat, buckling the belt and sighing gratefully s it hung loosly over his nervous midsection.
The relief didn't last for long. A worker walked down the length of the coaster, pulling a strap on each persions belt to pull it taut against their body- then slamming the metal overhead bar down onto them.
Morisuke groaned, the sudden attack on his anxious stomach a forwarning of what was to come.
Before he had a chance to truly wallow in his regret, the ride launched off- leaving his heart and stomach behind.
Tetsurou whooped and hollared next to his uneasy companion, his screeches of excitement penetrating Morisuke's sensitive eardrum.
Lights flashed, dancng wickedly with the horrid scent and sounds of the amusement park. Morisuke's felt overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of feelings, the foods became indistinguishable as their potent aromas swirled around, mimicing the state of his stomach. He forced his eyes closed, anything to stop the rapid spinning of colors surrounding him, but his living nightmare followed him behind closed eyes, worse if not the same.
There was no escaping it.
Morisuke could feel the blood draining from his face, could feel the sweat cooling as soon as it met the air whipping by. His jaw was clenched to keep it from chattering as his head was thrown around carelessly.
A sudden flash indicated the on ride picture, and the soon end of the ride. It also was Morisuke's last straw. The sudden blinding light and inky darkness which blotted in to replace it sent waves of vertigo through him. He tried to keep his jaw clenched, he knew how hard Tetsurou would tease him if he allowed his one weakness to get the best of him on this stupid ride. But it was no use.
Before the ride could even reach it's end, Morisuke threw up.
No one noticed at first. It was just a small mouthful, landing on his chest as though it were ice cream dripping from his chin. Morisuke hoped that would be the extent of his illness, maybe he could blame the crude stain on some messy meal. But that option quickly dissipated as he gagged over himself again, bending forward as far as the tight restraints would allow as warm vomit dribbled from his frowning lips.
"Holy shit dude!" Tetsurou yelled, pushing himself as far as possible against the wall of the coaster and away from his ill friend.
Morisuke refused to look at him, instead keeping his eyes on his shoes which were now soiled with what was left of his greasy lunch. The sight made his stomach turn all over again, forcing his body to press against the belt as all air was pushed out of his diaphram. Tears sprang to his eyes as gag after gag over took him in unison with the winding track.
Finally, the ride lurched to a stop.
Though things only got worse from there.
Everyone who could see him from the line was groaning, complaining about whatever delay would be a result of this strangers inability to handle thrill.
Morisuke squeezed his fists at his side, bundling the loose fabric of his shirt and clinging to it as though it were a life saver. The only thing grounding him in this shipwreck of an outing.
After what seemed like forever of sitting under the scrutinizing glare of spectators, the bar flew up, bringing with it a rain of Morisuke's illness. He didn't have a chance to be grossed out as he unbuckled, forcing Tetsurou out before running around him and as far away from the ride as possible.
He didn't stop until he was in the safety of a dirty bathroom and bracing himself on the cool glass sink. Internally, he thanked every being there was that the bathroom was empty, that he finally got one sliver of privacy in this unimaginable moment.
That was shattered, of course, as the door slammed opened.
"Holy shit dude," the newcomer gaped, repeating his earlier sentence, "are you sick? Was it the food? Cause we ate the same stuff and I wanna be prepared."
"It wasn't the food. I am not sick," Morisuke informed through clenched teeth, his knuckles white around the sink.
"Then what was-"
"I get sick on rides," The glare shot in Tetsurou's direction was enough to seal his lips from any furthur comment.
Morisuke groaned as his body grounded itself and his mind mercilessly played through what had just transpired.
He sank to the floor, noting how a mistory fluid seeped through his pantleg, but not caring enough to recoil from it. His clothes were already soaking with one foul smelling substance, what would if matter if another was added to the mix.
"God, I'm so stupid!" He proclaimed, burying his face in his hands.
"Normally, I would agree, but now doesn't seem like the right time for that," Testurou spoke up, making his way over to Morisuke, "do you have anything to change into?
"Oh yea, cause everybody packs a spare outfit for a fucking daytrip," Morisuke spat out, his sour predicament tainting his tone.
Tetsurou sat there for a moment, thinking before pulling off his sweatshirt.
"Here, take off your shirt and put this on, it's hot anyway," Testurou offered the fabric before standing up and pulling his pants off, "I thought there was a log slide here so I wore a bathing suit under my pants, if you pull the jawstring tight enough and cuff the ends they'll probably fit."
Morisuke looked up with wide eyes, a flurry of emotion spinning wildly under his glazed irises.
"Really? You do realize that makes you look like a dork?" It was said as more of a statement, but far from an insult.
"It's better than walking around with my lunch as a graphic design."
Morisuke laughed despite himself.
"Okay, you win this one Mr. Nice-Guy," Morisuke surrendered, pulling of his cold shirt.
"Let's not count this one, but you best bet I'm gonna win the next one."
"Not if I can do anything about it. Hey, as long as you still look like a dying chicken when trying to recieve- I think I automatically win everything."
Tetsurou guffawed, "I do not!"
"Is there a mirror on court?"
Huffing, Tetsurou picked up Morisuke's discarded clothes and tossed them.
"Maybe we will count this one."
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Thrill Seeker
fluff /// Your boyfriend is too fond of roller coasters and other adrenaline pumping entertainment. You, on the other hand, are not, nonetheless, you find yourself strapped down in what could be your killer. ft pcy + ksoo!girl
Your palms are clammy, and your fingers can’t help but tap a nonsensical beat against the bar, just something to squash the rising anxiety and fear. All the while, you’re hoping that maybe it’s a dream, a hilariously bad dream, so ridiculous you’d wake up slapping yourself like a maniac. Alas, it’s not, because every time your eyes flutter open you’re still there, you see dangling meters above a lake and you’re held merely by two straps.
“Calm down,” Junmyeon says, squeezing your hand.
You can’t help but shoot him a glare, after all, he deserves it, this was his fault! The moment you’d both walked into the park he circled the ride on the map and smirked all the way to the line. You cannot just blame him, at the end of it all; you too waited for thirty minutes as the blazing heat thrashed at your uncovered skin. No one told you to fall in love with a thrill-seeking junkie, you just did. Now here you are, locked inside Max Fusion, the park’s biggest ride to date, fully equipped with twenty dips, each one bigger than the other and each guaranteed to make your stomach lurch.
Shit.
“I can’t calm down!”
“Honey…it’s gonna take two minutes, you’ll be on the ground sooner than you think.” He says. “Just let go, be free, feel the wind on your fac-“
“Oh god, what is this, a Covergirl commercial? I want to get off,” you say, kicking your feet.
“No, no, no,” he says, “that’s your hyper mind thinking, you’ll love it.”
“please, can all riders sit down at all times, the ride is about to begin!”
There’s a clunk then a creak, and there’s your heart; beating at inhumane standards. The ride begins to lurch forward, it moves slow as though it was marching you to your death.
“Baby, it’s okay. You’re not gonna fall out, I’ve got you,” he locks your hand in his larger ones, “If you fall, I’m coming with.”
You grip his hand tighter, “shut up, you - and what to do you mean if you fall!?”
“Shush, you won’t fall,” He chuckles, “just hold onto my hand the entire time. I’m right here”
Blinking back impending, you nod, “Okay…just hold your hand, I can do that.”
“Max Infusion is raring to go…”
“ONE.”
“TWO”
“Oh my fucking God, Jun get me off this God forsaken killing machine!”
“THREE.”
“Honey, it’s okay!” His words are lost in a loud whoosh.
The world’s finally stopped spinning and you can’t help but stare in awe at your surroundings, the theme park has never looked so heavenly. Even the rickety bridge looks entrancing, the rusting paint job has never looked better.
“Wasn’t that amazing!?” Junmyeon asks, his hair is a frazzled mess and so is he, his arms are flailing around everywhere making gigantic gestures. “It was so fast!”
You scoff and shake your head, "I had a near death experience - yeah, amazing.”
It’s very true, you did have what you considered a ‘near death experience’, probably four now you think about it. Every time the ride reached its peak you saw black for three seconds, then you’d regain consciousness only to find yourself upside down and so the cycle would continue. It’s fair to say that you only experienced 20% of the ride, but it might as well have been 100%.
“Yeah, but look at the picture we got,” He opens up the picture booklet, “Look at how cute we look, we’re even holding hands.”
Staring at that goddamn picture was making you stir crazy. Junmyeon looked okay (He looked handsome, but you’d never tell him, he didn’t need his ego being stroked after this stunt), his face was brightly lit with a smile that showed off the pearly rows of teeth. The apples of cheeks were a pure unfiltered pink and his hand was firmly grasping yours.
For you, it was a different story.
You’d never really thought of yourself as photogenic, but with the right angles and sunlight, you looked okay. However, this, this is anything but okay. One eye’s firmly shut while the other is rolled all the way to the back of your head. Your mouth’s open with no signs of closing anytime soon, did you inhale a fly? The answer is very uncertain.
“I look like I’ve been dragged through seven stories of hell!” You exclaim whilst pushing the picture away.
“You look pretty to me…just look, my little cupcake!”
You groan. “How many times have I told you to go get your eyes checke-”
“Hey, Jun!”
Your heads turn to the loud and familiar voice. You’re the least bit surprised to see the ever so lanky Chanyeol dragging a very frustrated Kyungsoon around. He reaches the both of you in record time before you even have the chance to tell Junmyeon to pretend you didn’t see him. He and Junmyeon were double trouble, no, double is too little more like quadruple trouble. Thinking back to the situations you’ve had to drag them out of gives you a head; two (very) grown men have no business acting like fifteen-year-olds!
“Chanyeol, dude!” He lets go of your hand and runs up to his tall partner in crime. It’s a beautiful moment really, like something straight out a Nicholas Sparks movie. That is until they start putting each other in headlocks and scruffing up their respective hair.
You give Kyungsoon a feeble smile and nod, “So what brings you here?” you ask her.
She sighs, “Chanyeol wanted to go on that godforsaken ride-”
You know where this going on, “Lemme guess, Max Infusion?”
Kyungsoon doesn’t have to say a word, it’s in the nod and the vacant look in her doll-like eyes. The fear, the terror, and the despair - the trifecta of emotions that come after agreeing to their boyfriend’s adrenaline wishes.
“Did he-”
You close your eyes and nod, “Yes, yes he did and I hated every moment. Kyungsoon…why are we with these idiots?”
You both stare at the boys, Junmyeon latched onto Chanyeol’s back as if he’s koala, and you’re kind of worried they might fall. Chanyeol’s not the most coordinated person in the world.
“We love them.” She replies, "It can’t be anything else. Fuck, I want some ice cream.”
“You’re paying.”
#suho scenario#suho#exo scenarios#suho fluff#exo oneshot#kpop fluff#kpop oneshot#exo fanfic#exo#chanyeol scenario#kyungsoo scenario
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Universe Falls Chapter 28
Oh god. You guys this chapter broke me. I’m having ALL the feels right now. But all that aside, I’m so damn proud of how it turned out? Like I could feel the emotions so clearly as I wrote it, so I really hope you call can feel it too. But anyway, here we go! Strap in for the emotional roller coaster ride!
Previous: http://minijenn.tumblr.com/post/156357991481/universe-falls-chapter-27
Chapter 28: Straight to Video
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Steven put a thoughtful hand to his chin as he looked over the various treats the Mystery Shack’s vending machine had to offer. He had silently pondering over his choice of a snack for quite some time now, long enough for Wendy to offer him a brief encouragement in making his integral decision.
“You got this, Steven,” the cashier smirked as she casually leaned against the counter.
“Thanks, Wendy,” Steven said, his attention still devoted to the machine. “It’s just so hard to choose though! I mean, I could get a bag of chips, which would be tasty, but I always get chips. Shouldn’t I be living life to the fullest and trying new things?”
“Dude, if that’s how you wanna roll, I totally recommend the new spicy pretzels in row seven,” Soos cut in. “They’re easily the most dangerous thing in there, trust me.”
“Hm… good point…” Steven mused thoughtfully.
“If you still can’t make up your mind, why don’t you ask your buddy over there?” Wendy asked, nodding over to Lion as he walked over to the ice cream freezer. Curious, the young Gem went over to the freezer as well to see why his pink companion was pressing his face against it, only to groan in disgust upon realizing what all the fuss was about.
“Ugh, Lion Lickers?” Steven frowned disapprovingly. “Lion, those are gross. No offense.” The pink beast did take some offense to this of course, as he let out a disgruntled huff and walked to the other side of the gift shop.
“You guys better hurry it up,” Wendy advised with her usual relaxed grin. “We have to close up for the night soon.”
“Yeah, you don’t want Mr. Pines chasing you out with the hose again like last time, dude,” Soos added with a concerned frown.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind, but Lion here’s not a huge fan of water,” Steven chuckled, grinning to his fluffy companion. “Right?” The pink beast let out a sullen growl as he turned away from the young Gem, sticking his nose up in the air as he sat down firmly. “Looks like somebody’s being a little grumpy-grump today,” Steven remarked, his hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow.
“That’s cats for you,” Wendy commented with a shrug. “They’re pretty temperamental little guys. Though in your case, Steven, I’d say Lion’s more of a temperamental big guy.”
“Ha! I get it!” Soos laughed along with Steven over this quip. “Cause he’s a lion!”
“AHHHH!” a sudden, quite loud scream from the living room broke through the conversation, slightly startling the group in the gift shop. Their worry quickly faded however as Mabel ran in, holding a large box above her head as a huge, excited grin lit up her face. Dipper followed not too far behind her, nowhere near as enthralled as she was, but still generally amused with his sister’s usual antics.
“Yo, dude, what’s up?” Soos asked Mabel curiously as she set the box on the floor. “You’re more excited than you were that time you found that baby squirrel in the attic.”
Mabel was hardly listening as she began to tear the package open, letting out another elated squeal as she did so. “Eee! It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!”
“What’s here?” Steven asked, confused.
“The summer care package our mom sent us,” Dipper explained since Mabel was far too distracted to. “She actually sent it out weeks ago, but apparently it got lost in the mail or something like that-”
“But now its finally here!” Mabel cheered. “Whoa, Dipper! Look at all the cool stuff Mom sent us!” she exclaimed as he began digging through the box’s contents while Dipper and Steven curiously watched on. “Heh, looks like somebody left his jacket back at home! Guess Mom didn’t want you catching a cold,” Mabel teased as she held up a blue jacket.
“It’s summertime, Mabel,” Dipper deadpanned grabbing his jacket from her. “I just thought I wouldn’t need it. Still… I am kinda glad she sent this. It can get sort of cold up here… sometimes.”
“What else did she send you guys?” Steven asked Mabel, quite intrigued, seeing as how he had never really received a package like this before himself.
Mabel gasped with delight as she pulled a few more items out of the box. “My favorite knitting needles! And new yarn for sweaters! Aw, Mom knows me too well!”
“Whoa, is that a new mystery novel?!” Dipper exclaimed, taking a thick book out of the box. “Oh man, I’ve been dying to read this one! I-” He stopped short, however, upon noticing the amused smirk Wendy was sending his way. At the risk of embarrassing himself in front of his crush, he proceeded to try and play it off like it was no big deal, despite his excitement. “Uh, I mean… It’s cool. I’ll read it in my spare time or whatever. Who knows?”
“Dork!” Mabel coughed jokingly, eliciting an annoyed glare from her brother and a small laugh from Steven.
“Oh, who’s this cute little guy?” the young Gem asked as he noticed a photograph of a cat inside the box.
“Aw, it’s Muffin!” Mabel grinned warmly, holding the picture of her beloved feline up. “I miss him so much! You know, we named him Muffin because those are his favorite things to eat!”
“Even though Mom and Dad have told you time and time again not to let him eat them,” Dipper cut in dryly.
“Aw, he’s so adorable!” Steven smiled as he looked over the picture. “Do you guys think he’d get along with Waddles and Lion if he was here?”
“Considering the fact that the only person Muffin actually tolerates is Mabel, I doubt it,” Dipper said, shaking his head.
“Oh, come on,” Mabel rolled her eyes. “Muffin, Waddles, and Lion would be best friends for sure! Isn’t that right, Lion?” Once again, the pink beast was rather stoic as he only briefly glanced over his shoulder before settling down to a nap. “I’ll take that as a yes!”
“Looks like there’s one more thing in there for you dudes,” Soos pointed out, nodding to the almost empty box.
“Oh yeah,” Dipper said, pulling the round metal tin out. He paused as he looked it over, but soon frowned with concern upon reading the small note taped to the lid. “Oh no…”
“What is it?” Mabel asked, snatching the tin from him and opening it. She let out another overjoyed gasp as she did so, especially upon seeing that the tin was filled with cookies of countless different shapes and decorations. “YES! Mom’s famous cookies!”
“Hold it, Mabel!” Dipper interrupted as Mabel already began happily scarfing the sweets down. “Mom put a note on here telling me not to let you eat all of those cookies at once, so you better not-”
“Huh?” Mabel asked, her mouth full and the tin already close to empty.
“…Never mind.”
“It sure was nice of your mom to send you guys all of this stuff!” Steven smiled warmly.
“Eh, actually, it’s sort of embarrassing,” Dipper shrugged with a frown. “I mean, yeah its thoughtful and everything, but it’s also our mom’s way of saying she doesn’t think we can handle ourselves here without her.”
“Ha! If only she knew about all of the crazy Gem monsters and weird paranormal things we’ve been up against and survived!” Mabel exclaimed with a daring grin. “Speaking of which, that reminds me. I’ve been meaning to write about all of that stuff in that letter I plan on sending her!”
“Oh, come on, you guys,” Wendy remarked, smirking. “It’s not embarrassing; it’s totally sweet. If my mom was still around, I’d kill to get a get an awesome box of junk like that from her.”
“Wait, Wendy your mom is… gone?” Dipper asked, instantly regretting asking the question for how completely tactless it was.
The cashier nodded, letting out a long sigh as she glanced away. “Yeah. She went out to the store one day when it was raining a few years back and she got in a really back wreck and… well… she just… didn’t come back…” A brief bout of melancholy silence passed in light of this, but Wendy was quick to bridge it with a small smile to lighten the mood. “B-but its ok. I mean, yeah it was kinda rough without her at first, but you learn to get over it and move on, you know?”
“Don’t you still miss her sometimes though?” Mabel asked with a sympathetic frown.
“Yeah, sometimes…” Wendy acknowledged, though she once again bounced by quickly from it. “But like I said, it’s cool. After all, it’s not like I’m the first person to lose their mom.”
“I know what you mean by that…” Steven interjected, glancing to the floor morosely. “I never really got to meet my mom at all since she gave up her physical form to have me and everything…”
Another period of rather pensive silence filled the room as no one was really sure what to say to fully comfort either Wendy or Steven in light of the discussion of their deceased mothers. After all, the twins couldn’t really relate and Soos still had a maternal presence in his life in the form of his grandmother. But as soon enough the emotionally heavy mood was soon lifted, and as usual, Mabel was the one to lift it.
“Hey, uh, you guys want the last two cookies in here?” she asked Steven and Wendy with a smile, holding the cookie tin up. “They’re the best cookies you’ll ever eat, I promise!”
“Heh, I’m willing to put that promise to the test,” Wendy chuckled, gladly taking one of the cookies. “Thanks, dude.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mabel!” Steven grinned, his usual pep returning. “Hey, check it out! It’s a cookie shaped like a star!” he laughed, placing the cookie over the star on his shirt. “I guess you could say this cookie is… out of this world?”
The others all laughed over this corny pun, their former levity now returned in full. Lion let out a small yawn as he padded over to the empty box and attempted to lie down inside of it, completely disregarding the conversation as it continued.
“Whoa, Mabel, you weren’t kidding,” Wendy said as she ate her cookie. “This thing is amazing! Your mom can really bake!”
“Glad you like it! I’ll let her know you enjoyed it in my letter,” Mabel beamed brightly.
“Aw, dude, I wish I could have tried one,” Soos said with a frown.
“Same here,” Dipper remarked, giving Mabel a caustic glance. She simply shrugged innocently in response though, hardly guilty at all about eating most of the other treats.
“You know,” Steven said, his mouth still full as he munched on his cookie. “I kinda can’t help but wonder what kind of cookies my mom would have made me. Maybe they would have been actual space cookies!”
“Oh my gosh, I bet your mom’s space cookies would have been amazing, Steven!” Mabel agreed heartily.
“Wait, how would space cookies even work?” Dipper asked, confused. “Would they be made out of star dust, or meteor bits or-?”
“Whatever they would have been made of, they probably would have been great…” Steven said with a wistful sigh, looking down at the remainder of his cookie. “I just wish… I knew a little bit more about my mom… Just to know what she was like for myself.”
Before anyone could really respond to this, Steven was briefly startled by Lion headbutting his arm, keeping his forehead placed against the young Gem without any signs of moving it. Charmed by this, Steven gasped, as did Mabel, who was more than happy to discreetly snap a photo of it for her scrapbook.
“That’s a keeper!” she quipped brightly.
“Blink if this means you love me,” Steven whispered to his pink companion, who did no such thing but rather just stared up at the young Gem blankly. Steven was quick to change this however, as he briefly blew in Lion’s face, causing the pink beast to finally blink in response. “He loves me!”
Of course, everyone got a good laugh out of this, though it was short lived as Stan entered the room, as stoic as usual. “Hey, hey, hey!” he exclaimed, breaking up the fun. “What are you all doing lazing around in here?! It’s quitting time! And the sooner you all amscray, the sooner I can settle down and watch my show.”
“You mean that old soap opera about that duchess?” Dipper asked with a laugh.
“N-no!” Stan exclaimed defensively. “And even if I did watch a show like The Duchess Approves, I would only do it for the deeply relatable characters and the gripping real-world commentary.” A beat of uncomfortable silence passed as everyone looked to the conman in slight confusion before he let out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? I’m just gonna go now. Soos! Wendy! Close up shop!”
“You got it, boss!” Soos exclaimed with a loyal salute.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Wendy shrugged, taking her nametag off and grabbing her jacket as she prepared to go.
“And as for you, kid,” Stan scowled at Steven. “Hit the road! And take that frilly furball with you.”
“Aw, ok, Mr. Pines,” Steven begrudgingly agreed, hating to go even though he knew it was getting late. “See you guys, tomorrow!” he exclaimed to the twins, heading for the door as Lion padded behind him, carrying the empty care package box in his maw.
“Bye!” Dipper and Mabel both called out after Steven as he left, though the latter did stop short a bit as he realized something.
“Wait… did Lion just steal our box?” Dipper asked with a frown.
“Aw, he can have it!” Mabel quipped warmly, smiling as she looked over her picture of Muffin. “After all, as a cat, he’s a distant relative to my sweet little Muffin! And as a responsible cat owner, it’s my sworn duty to look out for other cats aside from my own!”
“You… do know Lion’s a lion, right Mabel?”
“Yeah. And your point is…?” Mabel smirked, ignoring her brother as he rolled his eyes in exasperation with her usual odd train of logic.
“And… all done!” Steven exclaimed as he finished taking the cushions off his couch and arranging them into a bed on the floor for Lion. “I made sure to make it extra cushy, just the way you like it!” The young Gem grinned in satisfaction over his work, but Lion hardly noticed it as he glanced up at the loft instead. “Wha—hey!” Steven protested as the pink beast leaped up onto the loft, jumping onto the young Gem’s bed and nestling himself into the plush covers.
“Hey, get out of there, Lion!” the young Gem chastised as he ran up to the loft. “Lion, this is the Steven bed, not the Lion bed.” Of course, the pink beast refused to so much as budge, prompting Steven to relent and start pushing him off the bed with as much force as he could muster. “Come… on! Whoa!” the young Gem fell abruptly to the floor as Lion suddenly got up, taking the comforter that was still covering him with him. “Hey, that’s mine to!” Steven exclaimed, ripping the blanket away only to discover one of his stuffed animals in Lion’s mouth. “And Sir Bearrington,” he glowered, holding his hand out expectantly. The pink beast handed it over, letting out an aggravated huff as he padded back downstairs in apparent disappointment.
“You know, Lion, I usually love it when you act all cute like this, but it’s kinda late and I’m really tired,” the young Gem sighed in exasperation as he lay down and covered up. “But we can play tomorrow if you want!” Steven let out a tired yawn as he got comfortable, though he didn’t forget to address his pink companion down below one last time. “Anyway, night, Lion!”
Lion let out a simple snore in response, a sign that he was already fast asleep, which was where Steven was quickly headed as well. “Love you…” the young Gem mumbled as his eyes began to grow heavy. “…in the morning…” No sooner had Steven muttered this than he drifted off to sleep as easily as he did every other night.
However, when the young Gem opened his eyes again, he found that he wasn’t in the comfort of the room he had fallen asleep in. Instead, a bright, pastel pink sky met his sigh high above, a fitting coloration to go along with the apparently pink tall grass all around him.
“Whoa…” Steven thought, quite bewildered by his strange new surroundings. “What is this place?” Still confused, the young Gem opened his mouth to take in a breath of air, only to come to the startling realization that air was something this unknown place somehow lacked. “I can’t breathe!” Steven gasped internally, suddenly frantic as he tried to move his arms and legs only to realize they were stuck under something that felt quite heavy.
Just as the young Gem was running out of air and his alarm turned to outright panic, a familiar voice broke through the otherwise breezy silence. “Steven…?” the voice was quite soft at first, but it grew louder and more frightened as the world grew dark in Steven’s vision. “Steven?!”
“Steven!” Pearl cried, aghast at the sight before her. Most of the young Gem’s upper body was pinned under Lion’s fluffy body, his legs kicking in a frenzied attempt to get free. “Steven! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” The white Gem ran to the bed, unsure of what to really do to solve the matter, especially as Steven’s muffled shouts grew louder. “H-hang on! I got you!” Pearl exclaimed, pushing against the pink beast, who stoically refused to so much as even budge. “Ugh, Lion! Let him go!”
Pearl went for a different method upon seeing how irresolute Lion was being, by pulling on Steven’s legs to free him. By now, the pink beast was thoroughly annoyed, which was why he finally relented and stood, releasing Steven and allowing him to take in a large, much needed breath of air at last.
“Oh thank goodness!” Pearl sighed in relief, hugging Steven tightly and cutting off his air once again.
“P-Pearl!” the young Gem exclaimed, his voice tight and breathless. “I can’t-”
“Oh! Sorry!” the white Gem blushed, releasing him and letting him breathe easy once more.
“What… happened?” Steven asked, still panting to regain lost air.
“Steven, are you alright?” Pearl asked with apt concern. “Why was Lion sleeping on top of you?!”
“I don’t know…” Steven frowned, looking to the pink beast sitting nearby. “He’s being a little clingy today. But that’s ‘cause I’m his favorite!” As soon as the young Gem said this, Lion suddenly grabbed him with his paw and shoved his face into his mane. “See?” Steven asked, his voice muffled briefly before he pushed himself away from Lion. “Wait… why are you here, Pearl?”
The white Gem’s former worry quickly turned to sudden nervousness upon hearing this question. “M-me? Nothing!” Steven didn’t really seem to buy this however, as he instead continued to stare at her questioningly. “I was just... uh, well, you know how I always say… um, I just, uh…” Pearl was clearly flustered by this point, as could be told from the sweat beading on her forehead, but she did finally relent and let out the admittedly strange truth. “I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes I mean… often.”
Awkward silence filled the room for a moment as Steven wasn’t entirely sure of what to make of this revelation. Still, as troubled as he was by it, he made his stance on the matter clear when he spoke up again. “Okie-dokie, its time for everyone to leave Steven alone. I’m a growing boy and I need my rest.”
Disregarding both Pearl and Lion, Steven marched back to bed and fell onto it with a relaxed sigh. Still, before he could even try to sleep, he noticed Lion still sitting at his bedside, looking down at him intently. “Lion, that means you too,” the young Gem remarked, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to find both Lion and Pearl still hovering over him. Frustrated, Steven grabbed his pillow and jumped to his feet, swiping at the overprotective pair in an attempt to chase them off. “Rah! Rah!” he shouted, shooing Lion and Pearl (who crawled away on all fours) away at last. “Ugh…” Steven sighed, exasperated as he flopped back onto the bed.
Seeing as how he was already tired, the young Gem hoped that sleep would come easy to him once again. Of course he had only had his eyes closed for a moment or two before he felt a sudden weight on his chest. “Wha-” When Steven opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Lion, sitting on the best beside him, his large paw resting squarely on top of his chest. “Lion!” the young Gem grumbled, shoving the pink beast’s paw off of him, only for Lion to set it right back down. Steven simply let out a long sigh, looking up to his stubborn pink companion tiredly. “This… this is gonna be a long night, isn’t it?”
“Ready…? Race!”
“Woo!” Mabel cheered, slamming the button on her controller down as the video game kart race began. Dipper was just a split second behind in accelerating, which was more than enough for her to tease him over. “Uh oh, bro-bro, looks like you better wake those reflexes of yours up! Or else you might not win this time around!”
“Mabel, I’ve won the past three races now; my streak isn’t about to end this time,” Dipper grinned triumphantly. “Still, speaking of waking up…” he trailed off with a frown upon noticing the kart that Steven was controlling continually driving straight into the wall.
Confused, the twins paused the game and stole a glance back at the young Gem, who was sitting on his stomach on the bed behind them, snoozing softly, his controller having slipped out of his grasp. “Uh, Steven?” Dipper asked, somewhat concerned, though Steven was still fast asleep.
“Hey, Steven! Wake up!” Mabel exclaimed much more boisterously, giving the young Gem a playful poke on the cheek. This was enough to startle Steven awake, though he was still quite a bit groggy at first.
“Huh?” Steven mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he slowly sat up. “Dipper? Mabel? When did you guys get here?”
“Um, we’ve been here for almost an hour now,” Dipper said with a frown.
“Yeah, and you were a lot more awake when we got here,” Mabel chuckled lightly.
“Oh, right,” the young Gem nodded, fighting to keep his eyes open as he let out a long yawn. “Sorry. I’m just a little…” Steven trailed off as he nodded off again, only to be awaken again by another poke from Mabel. “Tired. I didn’t really sleep that well last night.”
“Why not?” Dipper asked curiously.
“Well,” Steven yawned once more. “It’s all because a certain lion of mine couldn’t stop trying to sleep on top of me last night.” The young Gem sent a sour glare back at Lion, who was curled up for a nap on the other half of the bed.
“Aw! He probably just wanted to cuddle!” Mabel quipped with a charmed smile. “I know what that’s like! Waddles always wants to sleep on top of me all the time too! It’s so precious!”
“Yeah, it was really cute. The only problem is that Lion’s a lot bigger than Waddles is…” Steven frowned. “Between him and Pearl watching me while I was trying to sleep, I barely got any rest last night!”
“Wait, why was Pearl watching you while you slept?” Dipper asked, somewhat disturbed by that fact.
“I… have no idea,” Steven admitted with an equally unsettled frown. “But anyway, I’m so tired I could…” Once again, the young Gem trailed off as his head lolled and he fell into a doze yet again. Dipper was more than prepared to wake him up once more, only for Mabel to beat him to it.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she exclaimed loudly, grabbing Steven by the shoulder and shaking him wide awake. “Steven! I have an awesome idea! If you wanna get some extra sleep, you should totally stay at the Mystery Shack tonight! That way Lion can’t get in and sleep on your face and we can have the most epic slumber party ever!”
“Whoa, Mabel, that’s actually a really good idea,” Dipper agreed with a small smile. “Though it probably won’t be too much of a ‘party’ if Steven’s that tired.” He nodded to the young Gem, whose head was resting against his lap as he snored softly.
“Wha-?” Steven perked up a bit upon hearing his name, trying as hard as he could to remain awake. “No way. I’ll totally stay awake long enough for us to… what are we gonna do again?”
“We’re gonna have the slumber party of the ages!” Mabel exclaimed excitedly. “And it’ll be great! We’ll have snacks, do crafts, watch movies, have a pillow fight-”
“And most of all, sleep,” Dipper asserted, reminding Mabel of the very reason why they were planning on doing this. “Right, Steven?”
All Steven could really offer was an exhausted thumbs-up as he flopped onto the bed, far too tired to keep his eyes open for even another second.
Just as they had planned earlier, Steven headed back down to the shack along with the twins later that evening for their impromptu slumber party. The young Gem had made sure to make it very clear to Lion that he was not invited before they left the temple, though the pink beast seemed to take it well enough as he simply settled down on Steven’s bed in his absence. But even so, the kids all settled into the attic relatively early, with the intent of having at least a little fun before going to bed.
“Ok, Steven, this is one of the most important choices we’ll ever make,” Mabel said, her tone quite stern. “Should we make our friendship bracelets with beads or charms?”
“Oh, definitely charms!” Steven exclaimed with a wide smile. “That way they’ll be even more special!”
“Agreed!” Mabel nodded, smiling as well as she prepared to get to work on the craft. “By the way, you don’t mind passing those mini-cupcakes over here, do you?”
“Nope, not at all!” the young Gem complied, handing her the tray of tiny cupcakes they had made earlier. “But only after I have another one,” he laughed, taking one for himself and scarfing it down in one bite.
“Uh, don’t you guys think that maybe you shouldn’t be eating so much sugar right before bed?” Dipper asked as he glanced up from reading his mystery novel.
“What? No way!” Mabel scoffed. “Cupcakes are the number one pre-bedtime snack. All the experts agree!”
“And by experts you mean… you, right?” Dipper asked, raising a caustic eyebrow.
“Yep!” Mabel grinned widely.
“Then there’s pretty much no use trying to argue with that logic then,” Dipper concluded, rolling his eyes.
While Steven and Mabel continued to work on their friendship bracelets, Stan happened to come by to offer the twins his usual nighttime greeting. “Night, kids,” he remarked casually, poking his head into the room briefly.
“Night, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper and Mabel called back in unison.
“Good night, Mr. Pines!” Steven exclaimed brightly, causing the conman to stop in his tracks as he turned and started to leave.
“Hold it,” Stan said as he opened the door wider to take the scene in the attic in. While Dipper was simply sitting in bed reading as usual, Steven and Mabel had their craft supplies and snacks strewn across the floor, to the point that they were covering a great deal of space, including the young Gem’s sleeping bag and overnight bag. Which, of course, was something that caught the conman immediately off guard. “Alright, since when is there one more of you runts than usual?”
“Steven’s staying here tonight, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel exclaimed cheerfully. “We’re having a slumber party!”
“Oh yeah? Says who?” Stan put his hands on his hips. “Because none of you munchkins ever ran this little ‘slumber party’ plan by me first.”
“Oh, please let me stay for just one night, Mr. Pines!” Steven pleaded with sincerity. “I didn’t get any sleep last night because Lion kept sleeping on me and I’m so tired and I need to keep up a healthy sleep schedule or else I won’t-”
“Yeesh, kid, slow it down a second,” the conman interrupted. “What did you say? Your pink pest keeps trying to use you as a pillow or something like that?”
“Uh huh,” the young Gem nodded. “Which is why I need to get a night away. Please? I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here!”
“In case you haven’t noticed, kid, the Mystery Shack isn’t a hotel,” Stan deadpanned. “Though I guess it could be for one night, if you were willing to pay room and bored.”
“I don’t have any money,” Steven pointed out with a frown.
“Well then, I guess you better head on home and get used to that big cat of yours laying on your face!” Stan exclaimed as he started to usher Steven out. “Who knows, maybe it’ll build character or something sappy like that. Now don’t let the door hit you on the way out, kid!”
“Aw…” Steven and Mabel mourned in unison, both of them equally upset about their dashed slumber party plans. Fortunately though, Dipper interjected with an appeal that would hopefully work.
“Grunkle Stan, you’re seriously not about to force Steven to walk all the way up to the temple this late at night, are you?” he asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“What? It’s not that far of a walk. Besides, a little tussle with a wolf or two never hurt anyone,” Stan shrugged, unconcerned. He did pause, however, upon noticing the rather disapproving looks both of the twins were giving him. His resolve crumbled even more upon looking down at Steven, who was returning his gaze with the most convincing pout he could muster. Which, unfortunately for Stan, no one was able to resist. “Ugh, fine!” he finally relented, pushing Steven back into the room. “You can stay, but just for one night! And just for the record, I’m adding this onto your dad’s tab.”
“My dad owes you money, Mr. Pines?” Steven asked curiously.
“He does now,” Stan scowled as he prepared to leave. “Don’t be up all night you three! And keep the noise down.! That goes double for you, Mabel.”
Without any further ado, the conman slammed the door shut, grumbling to himself as he headed downstairs all the while. Steven and Mabel could scarcely contain their shared squeals of delight as they jumped up and down together, overjoyed that their slumber party was saved.
“I said keep it down!” Stan shouted from downstairs, prompting the pair to cut the volume of their celebration a bit.
“Oh, this is so great!” Mabel exclaimed happily. “What should we do next? Play Tangler? Give Waddles a makeover? Make a blanket fort?”
“Go to bed?” Dipper suggested, knowing that once again, Steven and Mabel were missing the point of this slumber party.
“Oh, but it’s so early, Dipper!” Steven said brightly. “It’d be a waste to go to bed now. There’s still so much to do and so many tasty treats we can eat!”
“Uh yeah, about that? You might wanna lay off the sweets this late, Steven,” Dipper advised. “They can give you some pretty out-there dreams. Just ask Mabel.”
“Oh yeah, I have crazy dreams all the time from eating candy before bed!” Mabel exclaimed with a laugh. “One time, I had this dream where I was on a roller coaster, but I was riding a whale down the track and my hair was made out of rainbows! It was so cool!”
“Whoa, I wanna have a dream that cool!” Steven gasped, amazed. “Hand me those cupcakes again, Mabel! They’re gonna help me have the craziest, most awesome dream ever!”
“Yeah!” Mabel cheered, giving him the snacks. “We’re keeping this party going all night!”
“Oh boy…” Dipper sighed, knowing that this night would be a long one for him if no one else.
“Hey, you know what? I feel wide awake now!” Steven exclaimed excitedly. “I must have been so tired earlier that I just overcame it and now my body thinks its daytime again! I’ve conquered sleep itself!”
“All hail Steven the Sleep Conqueror!” Mabel declared with a laugh. “Nighttime and snooze buttons tremble in his presence!”
“You guys, that’s not-” Dipper tried to interject out of exasperation, but he was promptly ignored.
“I couldn’t possibly go to sleep now!” Steven proclaimed brazenly.
“Same here!” Mabel agreed, just as excited. “Let’s stay up all night! Maybe even longer than that!”
“No,” Dipper attempted to protest, but once again, he was outnumbered.
“Yeah!” Steven cheered. “All night! All night!” Mabel soon joined in on this zany chant, while Dipper merely sighed in defeat and continued reading, trying his best to block them out. “All night! All night!”
As it turned out “all night” only ended up being about an hour before all three of the kids ended up clocking out. Of course, Steven was the first to go as his earlier exhaustion returned and hit him hard, to the point that he practically K.O.ed on the floor. Thankfully, his sleeping bag was right underneath him with it happened to cushion the fall and provide him with something soft to lie on. The twins weren’t very long after him in falling asleep, as Mabel’s energy was quickly spent after her and Steven’s short-lived dance party, though she did manage to tiredly climb into bed first. While Dipper was the last to go to bed, he did so in a much more gradual, natural way, seeing as how he hadn’t exactly joined Steven and Mabel in their brief, yet wild escapades. But even so, soon enough the attic was filled with nothing more than the moonlight pouring in through the window and the sound of soft, peaceful snoozing.
The bright sun was warm and crisp as it shined down upon the petite island where Steven sat across from Dogcopter, pondering over what his next move would be as the two engaged in a decisive game of checkers. After a moment or two, the young Gem proudly put his piece down in a move that he knew would win for sure. He was quickly proven wrong however, as Dogcopter set his chess piece piece down on top Steven’s checker piece.
“I win,” Dogcopter concluded, his voice smooth and coming out without the need for him to move his mouth at all.
“Oh what?” Steven asked, looking over the checkerboard with a laugh. “That was a good move.”
“Thanks.”
“Dogcopter, how do you do it?” the young Gem asked, shaking his head in amazement.
“How do I do what?” Dogcopter asked as calmly as ever.
“I mean, what’s your secret? How’d you get so talented?”
“Don’t focus so much on talent, Steven,” Dogcopter advised wisely. “Making art is all about communication. Look to what inspires you and then reshape it into something you love even more.” He paused for a moment to eat his chess piece whole. “Don’t worry about trying to be broad or appeal to everyone. Just be true to yourself, and people will appreciate your honesty.”
“Whoa…” Steven said, taking this somewhat random knowledge to heart. “Thanks for the advice.”
“Of course. Oh and take a deep breath,” Dogcopter said as he suddenly flew away at an alarming speed.
“What?” Before Steven could even comprehend what was happening, the island-scape was in suddenly crumbled apart, though he still had a brief moment to go off of Dogcopter’s advice and suck in a large breath as everything faded to black.
When the young Gem opened his eyes again, he once again found himself surrounded by the very same pink grass he had been in during his dreams the previous night. “Here again?” Steven thought curiously. Knowing that he wouldn’t have any air here, he continued to hold what breath he did have as he popped up a bit higher in the grass, allowing him to see that the grassy expanse stretched on for what seemed like forever. “I don’t know what this place is but it feels… familiar…” the young Gem continued to internally muse. “Why can’t I breathe? Wait a minute… Lion!”
As Steven began to struggle underneath Lion’s weight outside of his dream, he easily managed to wake Dipper and Mabel up, even though they had somehow both slept through the pink beast barging into the attic in the first place. “Ugh… what’s going on?” Mabel asked drowsily as she sat up in bed, her hair a mess as she resisted the urge to flop back onto her pillow.
“I don’t know…” Dipper mumbled just as tiredly, only for his eyes to go wide upon seeing the odd sight in the middle of the room. “Wait, Lion?!”
“Ugh!” Steven shouted, finally pushing Lion off of him. “Lion! My face is not your bed!”
“Steven, how in the world did Lion get into the shack?” Dipper asked, rather alarmed as both him and Mabel got out of bed. “I thought you told him to stay back up at the temple!”
“Aw, looks like somebody was all lonely after not being invited to our slumber party,” Mabel said with a charmed smile as she reached out to pet Lion, only to have her advance be rejected with a sullen growl. “Whoa! Well excuse me, Mr. Night Owl.”
“Lion, that’s so not like you!” Steven scolded. “You love it when Mabel pets you! What’s going on with you lately?”
Lion had no chance to respond in any way as the already opened attic door burst open even moreso as Stan charged into the room, baseball bat in hand as he prepared to attack any apparent assailants. “Kids, somebody’s broken into the shack!” he shouted, glancing around the room with a fierce glare. “The front door was wide open! I don’t know how they managed to get past me, but when I catch that lousy, no-account beginner, whoever they are, I’m gonna-” The conman cut himself off upon seeing the pink beast sitting next to Steven, getting his answer. “Oh. Well I guess this is my fault then. I should have figured this would happen if I let you stay here, kid.”
“Oh, I’m really, really, sorry, Mr. Pines!” Steven apologized earnestly. “I don’t know how Lion managed to get in here, but I can promise you he’s going home right now.” The young Gem sent annoyed glare to his companion, who simply returned it with a much softer, almost apologetic glance.
“You’re darn right he is,” Stan remarked with a frustrated scowl. “It’s bad enough I have to babysit you for one night, kid. I’m not running an animal shelter here with that thing too! Now come on, pinky. Beat it.” Of course, Lion simply turned his nose up at the conman’s harsh manner, aggravating him even further. “Oh yeah? That’s how you wanna be? Well two can play at this game.” Putting his bat down, Stan marched over to Lion, reaching out to grab the pink beast by the ear and drag him out himself. However, he only narrowly missed having his hand scratched as Lion suddenly lashed his paw out at him with a fierce warning growl.
“Lion!” Steven gasped, appalled by the pink beast’s suddenly violent behavior.
“O-on second thought,” Stan backed away from Lion a bit, especially as the pink beast continued to growl at him. “He can stay. Heck, I-I’ll even make him breakfast in the morning, yeah! Just as long as he keeps those claws of his far away from me.”
The kids all exchanged a disappointed glance as the conman quickly retreated, not even bothering to exchange another glance with the perturbed pink beast as he left. “Well, we can always count on Stan to be helpful in a pinch,” Dipper remarked sarcastically.
“I just don’t get it…” Steven frowned to Lion, who remained close by his side. “What’s wrong with you, Lion? You’re acting so weird. Weirder than usual, I mean.”
The pink beast simply responded by letting out a loud groan as he rolled onto his back, giving the young Gem a pleading look as he exposed his soft stomach. “Oh my gosh,” Mabel whispered, completely charmed by this. “How can he be so cute?!”
“Wait… you just wanted a belly rub?” the young Gem asked, confused.
“Oh come on,” Dipper shook his head. “He couldn’t have come all the way down here just so you could give him a belly rub. Could he?”
Lion let out another small roar in reply, giving Steven more than enough of a proper answer. “You never let me touch your belly!” he exclaimed, delighted as he rushed to rub the pink beast’s stomach. Mabel hurried over to join him, but before she could get close enough, Lion suddenly grabbed Steven with his front paws and pulled him close in something of a hug. Startled, the young Gem struggled to free himself from Lion’s surprisingly strong hold. “Ah! It’s a trap!” he cried, briefly lifting himself off of the pink beast’s chest. “An adorable trap!”
“Steven!” both twins gasped worriedly, both of them hurrying to Lion to try and save the young Gem. However, as they got close, the pink beast sent them a loud growl, as if he was telling them to both back off, which they hesitantly did.
“What do we do? What do we do?!” Mabel asked fretfully. “We can’t let Lion smoother Steven with hugs! No matter how sweet it is!”
“Well we can’t let ourselves get mauled by an actual lion, Mabel!” Dipper protested, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Lion’s wrath yet again.
“Guys!” Steven exclaimed as he struggled to lift his head to catch a breath. “It’s ok! I-I’m… fine!”
“Really? Because it honestly doesn’t look like it, what with Lion trying to suffocate you and everything!” Dipper exclaimed in disbelief.
“N-no! I’m-” Steven cut himself off with annoyed huff, blowing some of Lion’s fur out of his face. “Ok, Lion, you got me. Will you finally let me go now?” Despite his pleas, the pink beast remained resolute, refusing to let the young Gem go for anything. “Come on! Ugh!” As Steven tried to pull himself free from Lion’s grip once more, the pastel beast retaliated by pushing him down once again, this time digging his claws into the young Gem’s back to ensure that he’d say put this time. “Ow!” Steven cried, finally provoked enough to pull himself away from Lion entirely.
“Whoa, Steven, are you ok?!” Mabel asked with concern, running over to check on him.
“Ugh, yeah I’m fine,” Steven sighed, rubbing his back in annoyance. “But Lion’s not!” He sent a very disapproving glare to his pink companion, who merely returned it with a questioning look, as though he had done nothing wrong. “That’s it, Lion! You’re on time out!” Firm in his resolve, Steven marched over to Lion and began pushing him out of the attic as much as he could. “You’re going outside to think about what you’ve done!”
“Uh, Steven? I really don’t think that’s working,” Dipper said with a doubtful frown as Lion remained as still as a statue, despite Steven’s best attempts to move him.
“No, I-I just gotta—whoa!” the young Gem suddenly stumbled backwards as Lion turned around on him, though fortunately, the pink beast didn’t try to shove his face into his mane this time. Steven took a cautious step back from his pink companion, who gave him what seemed to be a genuinely sad look, his ears flopped down and his eyes doleful and pleading. The young Gem could hardly deny how adorable Lion looked like this, especially as he blinked slowly and sweetly, filling both Steven and Mabel with absolute delight.
“He loves me!” Steven whispered with an enchanted gasp.
“And I love him!” Mabel quipped, just as enthralled. “He’s just so precious!”
“You guys can’t be serious, right?” Dipper asked with a scoff as Steven and Mabel rushed over to Lion. “Steven, you do remember how he nearly smothered you just a minute ago, don’t you?”
“Aw, I know. But I just can’t stay mad at that face!” Steven exclaimed warmly, throwing his arms around Lion in a wide hug. “You’re a wonderful human being, Lion! Except you’re not. ‘Cause you’re a lion.”
As Steven pressed his face into Lion’s mane, a soft pink light suddenly started to emit from it, startling both the twins quite a bit when they noticed it.
“Whoa…” Mabel gasped, amazed.
“What the…?” Dipper frowned in absolute bewilderment.
Yet despite their confusion, no one was more confused than Steven himself as he opened his eyes to find himself amidst the tall pink grass yet again, even though he was sure he was awake. Startled and bewildered, Steven pushed himself out of Lion’s mane as he took in a sharp gasp, only to find himself back in the attic once again and the twins staring at him with wide eyes.
“Steven, that was so cool,” Mabel whispered, awestruck.
“What was that?” Dipper asked, completely confounded.
“I don’t-” Steven cut himself off as he looked to Lion once again, noticing that the place where his hand rested on the pink beast’s mane was still glowing brightly. After exchanging a tentative glance with the twins, the young Gem sucked in a deep breath and plunged his head inside Lion’s mane once more, arriving in the wide pink field of his dreams yet again. “I’m inside Lion’s mane?!” Steven thought, alarmed at this revelation. Then again, it did make sense in a way that he had dreamed of this place every time Lion had slept on him over the past few nights. Still, the idea that an entire world seemed to exist within the pink beast’s mane was both incredible and unbelievable.
As Steven pulled himself out of Lion’s mane again, neither Dipper nor Mabel had any time to ask him any questions about it as he took in another deep breath and went in again, over and over again just out of his own curiosity and entertainment. While Steven laughed over how fun it was, Lion let out an unamused growl while both of the twins were clearly in suspense over what exactly the young Gem was seeing.
“Sorry,” Steven chuckled, giving Lion an apologetic grin. “I couldn’t resist.”
“So what’s in there?” Mabel asked, overwhelmed with curiosity. “More of Lion’s super-soft fur?”
“No, actually,” Steven shook his head, turning away from Lion briefly. “I don’t really know how to explain it but, like… there’s a huge field full of pink grass in there! Almost like it’s a whole other world, one that doesn’t really have any air in it, but it’s still so awesome!”
“What?” Dipper asked, puzzled. “Steven, that’s imp—Ok, you know what, maybe it’s not impossible given everything we’ve seen this summer, but still. How could an entire world fit inside Lion’s mane?”
“Who cares?” Mabel asked excitedly, running up to the pink beast. “I wanna see it!” Taking in a deep breath just as Steven had, Mabel shoved her face squarely into Lion’s mane, only for it to remain as solid and fluffy as ever. “Aw, what gives, Lion?” she frowned, pulling away from him a bit. “You’re not gonna let me in to see your pink grass dimension?”
“Maybe only I’m allowed in there…” Steven purposed thoughtfully, placing his hand against Lion’s mane and watching it light up again.
“Well then go in there and check it out!” Mabel urged. “And tell us everything about it! Considering how amazing Lion is, there’s bound to be some great stuff in there!”
“Uh, that might not be such a good idea, Steven,” Dipper cautioned much more rationally. “Who knows how big it really is in there? What if you get lost or run out of air or something?”
“Aw, Lion won’t let that happen,” Steven reassured the pink beast, who continued to stare down at him as stoically as ever. “After all, he did all this just so I could see that place. There’s gotta be something in there I’m meant to see, right?”
“Oh! What if there’s another, smaller version of Lion inside Lion’s mane?!” Mabel theorized zealously. “And another Lion inside that Lion’s mane! You know, like those cute little dolls that go inside each other.”
Dipper rolled his eyes upon hearing this rather outlandish idea, but Steven was intrigued by it nonetheless. “Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out,” the young Gem said with resolve. “I’m going in.” Without any further hesitation, Steven jumped right into the still-glowing opening in Lion’s mane, which closed the moment he disappeared into it entirely.
“Good luck, Steven!” Mabel called out after him. “Oh, and if you really do get lost in there, I call dibs on your Crying Breakfast Friends special edition box set!”
“Mabel!” Dipper scolded succinctly over his sister’s tactlessness.
Still, Steven didn’t really hear either of them as he emerged inside the pink grass yet again, holding onto the breath he had taken as he looked around curiously. “Am I… supposed to do something in here?” the young Gem thought to himself, still uncertain of why Lion was so insistent on showing him this mysterious place. He paused, however, as he caught sight of something rising over the grass afar in the distance, something that looked like the vague silhouette of a tree amidst the pale pink sky.
“Wha…?” Curious, Steven started making his way towards the tree, easily pushing his way through the tall grass as he got ever closer to the hill it was perched atop. It was quite tall and beautiful, with long branches adorned with pink leaves, in keeping with the color scheme. A variety of different items seemed to congregated around the tree, but unfortunately, Steven wasn’t able to get a good look at any of it before he finally ran out of air, prompting him to dive back into the grass with the hopes of getting more.
The twins both gasped in surprise as the young Gem’s head popped out of Lion’s main, though they did wait a moment for him to catch his breath before bombarding him with questions.
“So, what’s it like in there?” Mabel asked with a huge smile, completely intrigued. “Did you find anything cool or magical or anything that looked like a tiny Lion?”
“Or was it just a huge empty expanse of nothingness?” Dipper asked, still skeptical of the entire concept.
“No, there’s something in there!” Steven exclaimed. “It was a tree!”
“A tree?” both twins asked with confused frowns.
“Yeah, and there was all sorts of stuff lying all around it.”
“What kind of ‘stuff’?” Dipper asked, seeing as how that was a very vague description.
Steven paused for a moment, unsure of how to describe any of what he had only seen in the brief glance he had caught of it. “Hold on a second,” he said before heading back into Lion’s mane with a deep inhale.
As the young Gem poked his head through the grass again, he found himself at the foot of the tree’s hill, conveniently enough. Pushing through the last of the grass, Steven steadily scaled the hill, stopping as he stood before it and looked over the fascinating collection before him.
Standing at the far side of the tree’s base was a torn and tattered pink flag, adorned with an elegant rose design as it waved in the invisible wind of the area. Resting over one of the branches above it was a bubbled gemstone, much like the ones in the temple, rectangular in shape is it descended down into something of an upside down pyramid. Steven was also quite surprised to see the large pink sword that him, the twins, and Connie had pulled out of Lion’s mane the other week, digging into the ground near the tree. Then again, he figured it would make sense for its usual home to be here, all things considered. On another branch hung what the young Gem recognized to be one of his father’s shirts from his touring days, a large black tee with the “Mr. Universe logo” branded upon it. A large chest was also resting near the tree, a photograph of Rose and Greg resting against it, the very same one the former rock star had in his storage shed. Still curious, Steven glanced just a little ways past the chest to see a long glass tube sitting behind it with a label that read “Crystal Gems” in elegant cursive. Something else was written underneath that, but the young Gem couldn’t exactly make it out given how the tube was partially rolled over.
However, what caught Steven’s eye the most out of all of these various items was, oddly enough, a VHS tape sitting right at his feet. Intrigued, he picked it up and looked over the label on its side, which was simply marked: “For Steven.”
“For me?” Steven wondered, frowning down at the tape. “Who would put this here? And how does this huge place fit inside of Lion’s mane anyw-” The young Gem’s musings were abruptly cut off as he realized he was all too quickly running out of air again. His already palpable panic grew as he realized the hill he was on was solid; the only way out was, of course, through the grass.
Grasping onto the tape tightly, Steven began bounding down the hill, feeling his lungs tighten with each footfall. It really didn’t help matters, however, when his foot caught on a rock, which sent him pummeling to the ground hard and resulted in him rolling down the hill and into the grass uncontrollably.
While Steven was exploring whatever Lion’s mane had to offer, the twins remained standing by, anxiously waiting as seconds started to turn into minutes. “Uh… do you think he’s ok in there?” Dipper asked his sister with ever growing concern.
“I’m sure he is,” Mabel shrugged blithely. “It’s he, Lion?” She grinned to the pink beast, who simply shoved her away from him with a simple push of his paw. Of course, Mabel was hardly offended by this as she instead let out an amused laugh amidst falling to the ground. “Aw, love pats!”
“Mabel, that wasn’t-” Dipper was suddenly interrupted as Steven fell cleanly out of Lion’s mane, letting out a sharp gasp as he fell on his back.
“Steven!” the twins exclaimed, shocked as they hurried over to him.
“Are you ok?” Dipper asked, offering a hand to help Steven up.
“Um… yeah, I think so,” the young Gem replied, still a bit breathless as he stood.
“What’s that?” Mabel asked nodded to the tape in Steven’s hands. “Oh! Is it a movie?”
“I… don’t really know what this is,” Steven frowned down at the tape. “I just sorta found it in there, and it says its for me, and I just… took it.”
“But why would there be a video tape inside of Lion’s-” Dipper abruptly cut himself off in the middle of his question, letting out a tired sigh before restarting. “You know what? I feel like that’s definitely not the right question to ask about all this.”
“You’re right! The right question to ask is: can we see what’s on it?” Mabel asked Steven with a eager grin.
Steven shrugged as he glanced over to Lion, who had finally settled down for a nap, his mission apparently accomplished, whatever it was. “I don’t see why not.”
Seeing as how it was already early morning anyway, the kids hurried downstairs to as quietly as they could, as not to frustrate Stan anymore than they already had that night alone. Lion padded along after them, but took to cuddling in the corner of the den with Waddles as the kids all got comfy around the TV in preparation for their viewing.
“Hey, dorks,” Wendy greeted with a tired yawn as she stepped into the room, having just arrived for her early morning shift. “You guys are up early. What, did you have a crazy slumber party and stay up all night?”
“Uh, yeah, actually,” Dipper admitted with a shrug.
“Steven found a video tape inside of Lion’s mane, so now we’re gonna watch it!” Mabel explained in her usual excitable way.
“A tape, huh?” Wendy chuckled, taking a seat on the arm of the chair. “Mind if I join you guys then? Anything’s better than having to open up the gift shop this early.”
“Sure, Wendy. Let’s just start it up here and…” Steven smiled as he put the tape into the VHS player. No one really said anything else as the young Gem pushed play and returned to his seat, mostly as everyone looked to the static-filled screen out of curiosity, until a clear image finally appeared.
The first scene of the mysterious tape was a familiar one; namely, it was a wide shot of the woods near the temple, the bright sun shining through the trees as birdsong echoed in the background. Static suddenly filled the screen once again as the image cut to another one, this time of the bright blue skies above, clouds lazily floating through them.
The kids were all admittedly initially unimpressed by this seemingly random collection of nature shots. However, their shared interest was instantly peaked the moment the Gem temple appeared on screen. The camera tilted down to where the house usually would have been, only to reveal that it was gone and the warp pad and temple door could now be clearly seen instead.
Once again, the tape cut back to the woods, only this time, it panned over to a much younger version of Greg, his hair still full and long as he attempted to climb a nearby tree, to little avail. Somewhere off screen, a soft, feminine voice let out a gentle chuckle, amused by the former rock star’s antics. “What are you doing?”
Steven took in a sharp gasp upon hearing this voice, not immediately recognizing it, though his eyes wide as he put the pieces together. Inside Lion’s mane, the tape had been sitting right next to a photo of his parents. And if Greg himself was in the tape, then that meant that the only one who could be filming it was... his mother.
Rose Quartz.
Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy all looked to the young Gem with soft smiles as they apparently all reached the same realization. Still, no one spoke as the tape continued. The next shot was of Greg, lying in the middle of the clearing they were shooting in, fast asleep as a squirrel sat upon his stomach.
Rose let out another warm laugh at this, her voice melodious and inviting as she whispered to the camera. “Greg made a friend.” The peaceful moment was soon shattered, however, as the squirrel suddenly chattered loudly, startling Greg wide awake.
“Wha-?!” the former rock star exclaimed, startled as he quickly sat up and scared the squirrel off. Rose laughed again, catching Greg’s attention and causing him to blush in slight embarrassment over his unnecessary panic.
The next shot was of Greg himself, standing against the forest as he looked into the camera somewhat awkwardly. “Go on…” Rose urged gently.
“Sorry, I’m getting stage fright here,” Greg admitted, glancing away.
“Tell us about yourself,” the pink Gem encouraged once more.
“Well… let’s see here,” the former rock star began thoughtfully. “My name is… Greg. No, no no!” he suddenly panicked. “This is all wrong!”
Once again, the tape cut, this time to a bird nesting high in a tree. “Ok, go!” Greg exclaimed off-screen, prompting Rose to tilt the camera down to him. The former rock star grinned daringly, his guitar perched and ready to play as he wore a pair of dark sunglasses. “They call me…” Greg trailed off, strumming his guitar broadly. “Mr. Universe! Get ready, baby! You’re gonna have the coolest dad this side of the cosmos!” Greg smirked as he plucked at his guitar once more, singing along to his light riff. “Press the button, Rose!”
“Oh, right!” Rose exclaimed, hitting a button that caused a colorful stream to wash over the screen. “Was that the right one?”
“Uh… maybe?” Greg shrugged.
“Now, what does this one do?” Rose wondered, hitting another button that caused a star to iris out to black before cutting once more.
When the screen cleared again, Greg was sitting in the middle of the clearing, his back turned to the camera as he strummed his guitar peacefully, a contented smile on his face. After a moment of this gentle, calming melody, Rose began to speak. “Isn’t it remarkable, Steven? This world is full of so many possibilities. Each living things has an entirely unique experience. The sights they see, the sounds they hear, the lives they live… are so complicated… a-and so simple…”
Tears were already forming in the young Gem’s eyes as he listened to his mother’s beautiful message to him, hanging onto every love-filled word she spoke. His already touched smile grew even wider as she continued. “And there’s no place on this planet where that’s more clear to see than right here, in Gravity Falls,” Rose went on, panning the camera around to the trees. She gradually turned the camera in a full circle as she spoke, the shot landing on the Mystery Shack down below for a moment or two. “There are things here that I’ve never seen anywhere else, things that still amaze me every time I encounter them. So many strange, yet wonderful creatures and people… I can’t wait for you to join them. This place is so special to me, Steven. And I hope that it will become just as special to you too someday…”
Rose paused as she turned the camera away from the shack and towards herself instead. Her luxurious curls spilled over her shoulders as gently as ever as she looked into the camera, her expression sincere yet hopeful. “Steven,” she said, her voice filled with both affection and intention. “We can’t both exist. I’m going to become half of you. And I need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you. Because you’re going to be something extraordinary.” Rose pulled the camera a bit closer to her, a warm, loving smile crossing her features. “You’re going to be a human being.”
“Hey, Rose!” Greg called from off-screen, diverting the pink Gem’s attention for a moment. Still, she looked to the camera one last time, giving one final message to her then-unborn son.
“Take care of them, Steven.”
The shot changed one last time as Rose set the camera down, revealing the Gem on her very-pregnant stomach. Her curls twisted casually as she walked over to Greg, who placed a gentle hand on her stomach as well. The battery meter in the corner of the screen began to blink red as the couple leaned in for a kiss.
And just like that, it was over.
Static crackled on the screen for another moment or two before it cut to black and the tape popped out of the player. Needless to say that no one’s eyes were dry in the aftermath of watching such a touching, inspiring message. Still, Stan had no idea of this as he barged into the room as gruffly as he usually did.
“Alright, kids, enough loungin’ around in here,” the conman remarked stoically. “It’s time to open-” Stan cut himself off as the group around the TV all looked to him, the tears in their eyes still quite clear. Surprised and unsure of what to say in light of this, the conman backed out of the room slowly, allowing the twins to get up and pass by him first. “What the heck did you kids watch?” he asked, confounded.
Neither Dipper nor Mabel offered their uncle any real response, however as they dried their respective tears and exchanged a soft smile. Neither of them were really sure what to say after what they had just watched themselves, but that was fine. After all, not much else was needed after something like that. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, bro-bro?” Mabel asked after a moment of tentative silence.
“That we should call Mom and thank her for the care package?” Dipper guessed, still smiling.
“Yep,” Mabel nodded happily.
“Oh, definitely,” Dipper readily agreed. “I feel like we’d be crazy not to after… well, you know.” The twins shared another warm grin as they headed for the phone, still leaving the conman quite in the dark about everything.
“Wait, kids? Is someone gonna fill me in on what’s going on?” Stan asked, somewhat disgruntled. “Kids!”
Steven hugged his mother’s tape close to his chest as he pulled it out of the VHS player. His eyes were still wet with happy tears as he looked to his name on the side of it, no doubt written there by Rose herself. The young Gem had always wanted to meet his mother for himself somehow, even if he knew it was impossible. And while this wasn’t exactly the same as speaking to her face to face, it was certainly the next best thing.
“Steven, wait up,” Wendy stopped the young Gem before he could leave the room. She was just finishing wiping away her own tears as she smiled down at him, her usually casual manner shaken somewhat. “Um… well, uh… You know, if y-you ever need to talk to someone about the whole… ‘no mom’ thing… you can always talk to me. I know how that feels, after all.”
“Thanks, Wendy,” Steven said with a warm smile. “And… I’m sorry again about your mom. I bet she was really nice, like my mom was.”
“She was…” Wendy said with a wistful sigh. “But like I said, its ok, dude. We actually have a bunch of tapes of her at home just like your mom’s. Ok, well, maybe not just like hers’ but still. We have something to remember her by.”
“Yeah…” Steven grinned, looking down to the tape in his hands contentedly. “Something to remember her by…”
“Anyway, I better get to work before Stan has an aneurism,” the cashier joked, her usual playful ways returning. “See you later, Steven.”
“Bye!” Steven called after Wendy as she headed into the gift shop. Knowing he had to get ready for the day himself, the young Gem started to head for the door, Lion trailing not too far behind him. Steven was startled a bit as Lion bumped his head against his back, catching his attention gently. “Thanks, Lion,” he said with complete sincerity, embracing the pink beast. After all, if not for his efforts, then Steven might have never found this tape at all and might have never gotten to know his mother, even in this very simple way. A happy sigh escaped young Gem as he looked down to the tape one last time, his mother’s loving words of wisdom still echoing inside his mind.
“Take care of them, Steven…”
The young Gem leaned his head against Lion’s chest as he closed his eyes, clinging onto the image of his mother’s kind, smiling face. It was an image that would only ever exist for him in photos and tapes, but perhaps that was really all he needed. For now. “Don’t worry,” Steven promised in a gentle, blissful whisper, one that he knew the half of him that was Rose would certainly hear. “I will.”
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