her name was pebbles

good morning it’s time to talk in depth about Kit Purrson, our main man Kenny P’s life partner and indisputable bae.

so Kent moves to Las Vegas. he’s probably super young- 18, 19, ect. lived with his moms and doesn’t really know how to react being given a sudden huge amount of contract money. his step mom Sadie helps him pick out the apartment and he flies in with her and she helps him move in. and she says “hey, you know what? you ought to get a cat.”

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I’ve been reading a fic named “Between flesh and bones” by ladydarkina because I’m a dirty sinner, but honestly what’s gotten me jumping up and down has been the office cast which adds more depth to the environment and story! I’m gonna try drawing all of them from my personal interpretation of their appearances, but here are two darlings- Misty and Tessa!! o(^▽^)o

I like to think Misty being entirely American in origin, likely dyes her hair, and has a little dachshund named “Pebbles”

Tessa is that one friend you have to stop every 2 minutes for while out in town because she saw something interesting in a window, or god forbid, you pass a pet store and she has to take a few minutes to coo over the bunnies on display

Also bonus reader in dailywear (and a good guide on how to cling to a short person when you’re tall)


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Name: Pebbles (Lissandra)
Voice claim: Dascha Polanco (https://youtu.be/sMl-9yhhS8g?t=22s)
Age: 22
Birthday: June 22′nd
Weight: 50 kg
Height: 152 cm
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Gender: Female
Occupation: Slave/pit fighter, earth elementalist
Dislikes: Loud sounds, nosy people, not getting straight to the point, heat, pointless arguments, short jokes and rock puns, salt, swimming, reading, thunder, drugs and alcohol, the morning, lying.
Likes: Challenges and dares, fighting, heights, winning, working out, dancing, rain, fashion, jokes dryer than the Sahara desert, sleeping, pastel colours, animals, jellyfish, putting things in order, teasing, blood, teeth.
Notable facts:
- Ambidextrous, meaning she’s dominant in both her right and left hands and feet.
-She can barely read. 
- As an earth elementalist she is able to bend the earth to her will, however, she’s also able to bend metal in some cases where it’s a rather weak metal and change the form of crystals.
- Ironicaly enough she collects gemstones and rocks.
- Ain’t sayin she has a major interest in the palanteology field but she totes does.
- sWEET STUFF IS TOTALLY NSFW WHAT DO U MEAN. Totally the kind of person to make a ton of nasty jokes unless they’re directed towars her tho. 8  |
- She was abandoned by her grandmother and orphaned at the age of 5. Taken in by a gang of criminals and at the age of 14 she was sold off to a gang who organizes pit fights whom she now fights for. She’s considered quite popular as she’s managed to take down opponents bigger and supposedly thought to be stronger than herself. BOULDERS MAN, BOULDERS.
-Tattoos go invisible when she’s not doing anything with the earth and of such. They are made to keep her in tune with her powers and her control and ability steps up a notch. S’ the pit gang that payed and forced her to get them after they bought her.
- She can be quite hypocritical. For example; She hates liars, but she can definitely lie to get out of trouble. Or hating nosy people, but she is quite nosy herself.
- Trust issues? TRUST ISSUES. Be acting buddy buddy, but u know she’s waiting for that backstab boiz. ᕕ( ⊙ل͜⊙)ᕗ┌┛
- Despite being so short she’s much more for attacking rather than defending when fighting. Her name is Pebbles and chucking boulders and agility is her game ᕦ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕤ

Pebbles (Old Friends)

Pairing: College!Sam x Reader; Dean appearing also AU

Sam and the reader have been very close friends as children, when at age seven, his family and he move away. Thirteen years later, it’s the reader’s first day of college and on accident, she bumps into exactly him.

Word count:
~ 4800

light cursing //

“You see, (Y/N) – John, here, has found a job in another town.” I look up at Mary. I don’t understand why she is telling me this. “I know you and Sammy – I know you two are really good friends, -”

“Yes!” I laugh. “Pebbles is my bestest friend in the world.”

Also Mary laughs. I like her laugh. It is very pretty. Mary is very pretty. And I think she is a good mom. But not as good as my mom.

“Look, (Y/N),” Mary kneels down to me and she pinches my cheek. I giggle. I like when she does that, because she doesn’t do it as harshly as my uncle, Joey, does. “Sam and his brother, Dean – they’re gonna leave tonight, together with us, of course.”

I don’t understand. “When will you be back?”

Mary doesn’t smile anymore. “We won’t come back.” she says. I still don’t know. “I mean, we
are gonna visit on Christmas and of course we’re gonna come down here for your birthday next month, don’t you worry, Sweetheart …”

She makes a pause. Mary holds my arms.

“But most of our furniture and clothes are there already, you know – in our new house. -”

“What about this house?” I ask.

“Another family is gonna move in.” she says. “A really nice family. They also have a little son.”

“And Pebbles?” I don’t understand. “What about Pebbles?”

“You can go play with him outside now.” Mary nods. “I’m gonna talk to your mother, okay, Sweety? I’ll bring you home in a bit. Go.”

Mary stands and I look at her, before I look at Pebbles. He’s in the tree house. I run into the garden and climb up the tree. There are pillows and blankets on the floor. I don’t like to sit on them, though, because they’re dirty. I don’t like when little branches or brown leaves scratch my legs or make my dress muddy.

“I found a ladybug, (Y/N).” Pepples shows me his finger. On top of it sits a small, red ladybug.

“What’s its name?” I ask.

Pebbles looks at me. “Uhm, I don’t know.” he says. “It hasn’t told me, yet. And I think
it is a girl.”

“How do you know that?”

“There are probably more lady ladybugs than man ladybugs, or else they wouldn’t be called ladybugs, so this one’s a girl.” he says. I nod.

Suddenly, the ladybug starts to speak. I lean down to it. “She said her name is Jody.”

“Jody?” Pebbles asks and I nod. “She said her name was Caroline, not Jody.”

“Why Caroline?” I ask. “That doesn’t sound anything
like Jody.”

“She said she liked that woman with the black hair she’s seen on TV earlier.” Pebbles explains. “And because she didn’t have a name before, she took Caroline’s name.”

“Who’s Caroline?” I ask, but Pebbles just shrugs his shoulders.

We show Caroline-Jody the tree house. It is a very pretty tree house. John, Pebble’s father, built it and Dean, his brother, helped him. I always wondered how they got the house up in the tree and Pebbles said he was going to ask Dean, but I don’t know if he ever did.

“I think Caroline-Jody likes it here.” I say.

“Here, hold her.”

I hold my finger right next to Pebbles’ and with another finger, he makes Caroline-Jody crawl on mine. I watch out so that she doesn’t fly away, while Pebbles gets a glass jar out of the box on the floor.

“That’s Dean’s chest.” I say. “And he said that if you’re gonna take something out of it, he will -”

“I know what Dean said.” Pebbles interrupts me and gets up from the floor.

“Maybe he’s gonna see that you took the jar.” I say. “What if he’s actually gonna -”

“Dean says those things often.” Pebbles shakes his head. “He doesn’t ever do anything, though.”

After we’ve got Caroline-Jody to move into the jar and after we’ve poked some holes through the lid so that she could get enough oxygen to breathe, Pebbles and I sit on the floor and watch our ladybug. I don’t sit on the pillows and blankets, though.

“Pebbles, your mom told me that you’re gonna leave tonight.” I say. “And she also said you’re not gonna come back, except for my birthday next month and Christmas.”

Pebbles looks at me. “Yeah, I’ve already got a gift for you.” he smiles. “And remember last year, when your parents got you a pinata and when I hit it, all the sweets exploded? Hopefully they’re gonna get you a pinata this year, as well. Maybe
you’re gonna make it explode.”

“But that’s only a pinata.” I say and shake my head. “And it’s just one day next month. But I can’t come over to your house tomorrow and we won’t climb your new tree in your new garden, and what if your dad wants to take the tree house with you?”

“I don’t know.” Pebbles says. “And I don’t want to go there, actually. Although I’d like you to have a pinata on your birthday.”

“Have you been there before?” I ask.

“Yes.” Pebbles nods. “Dean and I visited our new school before and the new house. It’s not like our old house. It’s kinda different, I mean. It’s larger, probably, because Mom said that Dad makes more money in his new job so we don’t have to worry, but I don’t understand it, anyway. Because, the new house doesn’t have a garden and there’s two rooms for me and Dean, but one room is so much smaller than the other one, and Dean said he’s gonna take the larger one and then I don’t know where to put all my toys. And if you’re gonna come visit, you’ll have to sleep in my bed or I’ll sleep on the floor, if we don’t fit in it together.”

I don’t know what to say. I wish I could come with Pebbles, because he is my bestest friend in the whole word and I don’t want him to move away. I don’t even want Dean to move away, even though sometimes before, he was a little mean to me. But Pebbles said that it was just Dean and that he doesn’t actually mean it. I believe Pebbles always, because I know he doesn’t lie to me, because we’re friends. Not like Patty, who lied to me before, and she lied to me because we weren’t friends. Mommy said that friends don’t lie to each other and that lying is bad.

“You know what would be cool?” I have to laugh. “If I could hide in your trunk and so I could come with you to your new place and if I could take Caroline-Jody with me into the trunk, so I wouldn’t be alone during the drive.”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” Pebbles laughs, also. “And then I’d have to hide you in my closet all the time and if Mom bought salad, I’d have to steal it so that you could give it to Caroline-Jody. And I’d always bring you food, too, of course, and -”

“Sam, (Y/N)!”

It’s Mary. Pebbles and I jump up from the floor and look out the window of the tree house. Mary stands under us and she looks up.

“(Y/N), Sweetheart, I’ll have to pick up some more stuff from a few places, so I’m gonna drop you at your house, okay?”

I frown. I don’t want to leave just yet.

“But I don’t want to leave just yet.”

“Yeah, Mommy, (Y/N) and I, we found a ladybug and we called it Caroline-Jody and -”

“Sammy, you know we’ve got a long night ahead of us and we’re gonna leave pretty soon.” Mary interrupts Pebbles. “And (Y/N), Sweetheart, I’m really sorry, but we gotta hurry.” I like that she smiles all the time and that she always sounds friendly. “Sammy’s gonna make sure to call when we’ve arrived at the new place, okay?”

I nod slowly. “Okay.” I say.

“Okay, perfect.” Mary smiles still. “Say goodbye to (Y/N), young man.” she says to Pebbles. “I’m waiting inside.”

I watch Mary walk back into the house. Pebbles suddenly holds my hand. When I look at him, he doesn’t look back at me but down, and I can see that he’s crying a little.

“But if you’re gonna arrive after, like, eight, then I’ll be asleep already.” I say. “And -”

“I don’t want to leave this place.” Pebbles says. “Mommy said I’m gonna make new friends, but I just wish you could come.”

I kiss Pebbles’ cheek. I can see that he blushes. When Pebbles turns his head to me, he kisses me on the mouth. Now, my cheeks are very red, like a tomato, almost.

“You’re my bestest friend in the whole world.” I say.

13 years later

“You know, you do have a lot of stuff.”

I looked up at my father. He was wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Or maybe you’re just getting old. Or out of shape.” I laughed. “Or both. Yeah, probably -”

“Young lady.” He pointed his finger at me threateningly, but of course in a joking way. “Watch out.”

“I’ll bring you down.”

We exited through the open door. My dorm room was the last on the left side of this corridor and as far as I knew, my room mate was called Gabrielle. She hadn’t showed up yet, though. There was chaos everywhere. All doors were open, girls and boys making a mess with all their luggage and personal things, running into each other in the hallways, stumbling over their own feet in the hurry they were and sobbing pictures of misery appearing once in a while. Oh, I adored college already.

“My baby.” Another picture of misery wrapping its arms around me this very moment. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“Mom.” I huffed into her neck, patting her shoulder. “We’ve had this. We’ve actually had this quite often. You know you can come visit on -”

“I know.” She let go of me as she took a step backward. My mother’s eyes were trailing up and down my body as well as my face. “You look so adult, Honey.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I laughed reluctantly. “See, I really gotta go, because -”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yet my mother’s grasp was threatening to suffocate me again. She accidentally wiped all her moist and smudged make-up against my cheeks. “I love you so much, (Y/N), hear me, I love you so, so, so, so much.”

“We’re proud of you, Kiddo.” My father proceeded to make the third layer of this embrace.

“Okay, cool,” I gasped for air. “You can let me go now.”

Despite I had this twist in my guts, this unwell feeling consisting of nostalgia and excitement, of fear of the responsibility I was going to face very soon, of the first impression the school had left on me yet and furthermore despite the sickness I had been feeling for far too long about my parents and my hometown, I did feel downcast when I watched my mother and father getting into the car and driving away, waving at me through the mirrors.

This is college, I reminded myself internally. I mean, hey, look around you – what do you see? Yeah, right, some of them do look pretty intimidating. But that boy in the corner there, you see him? Yeah, he looks far more childish than you and even he has to let go of his parents. So, get over it.

I began to walk back to where I’d come from – my new ‘home’. The dorm. Just like I had done all the times shortly before carrying my luggage up here, I let my looks approach everyone passing me. There had been a few faces seeming acquainted to me already, yet each time more I wandered down these halls, I discovered new ones. I was intimidated by the amount. The amount of other students, the amount of friends everyone seemed to have made already, even just the amount of paths guiding to the amount of buildings. And then, I was gripped tightly and ripped out of my thoughts about amounts when my shoulder bumped against a torso and when my clumsiness caused the content of a paper box to spill out in front of me on the floor.

“God, I’m sorry.” I gushed, quickly bending down to gather all the items. “I didn’t watch where I was going, I’m sorry, I -”

“Uh,” Only now did I look into the face belonging to the guy I had collided with. Instantly, a frown emerged on my forehead. “(Y/N)?”

I was breathless. “Sam?” I gasped.

Simultaneously, we got up from the floor. I was just looking at him. I was just looking at him. And the longer I stared into those eyes, the surer I got that in front of me was actually Sam. Sam, my bestest friend in the whole world.

“I can’t believe this.” I breathed. “Is it really you? I mean, Sam, I -”

“(Y/N),” Sam shook his head. He was just as speechless as I. “I haven’t seen you in – what? – ten years, eleven maybe? God, you’ve changed. You’ve grown, hell, you’ve grown a lot, I mean -”

“Me, grown?” I emphasised. “Look at you, you friggin’ giant – you’re, like, six foot four, six foot five?”

I examined his entire face over and over again. His eyes looked the same way I had kept them in mind; I remembered that I’d used to poke this one birthmark on his chin all the time when we’d been waiting for something, for anything. And when he smiled, pictures of this tiny seven-year-old flashed my mind and I could see the dimples right in front of me, I could see the dimples on the adult, just like on the child. And then, when my eyes wandered further down, down his torso and his arms, the strong biceps, and his long legs – hell, I asked myself what’d happened to his baby fat as opposed to mine.

“You look good.” I shook my head, still not being able to believe who was stood in front of me. “Pebbles, you look absolutely -”

“Pebbles.” Sam repeated. “Nobody’s ever called me that in …”

“Ten, eleven, twelve years?” I completed his sentence. “That’s right. Because I was the one that came up with the name in the first place and if it wasn’t Dean who teased you about it, I was also the only one to ever use it.”

He repeated the name again, like he was totally out of his mind. I knew what his eyes looked like when he was happy, I remembered that from so many memories he and I shared together, and I was the most pleased one could be to find that look in his eyes right now.

“Yeah, Dean, he -”

“Dean, what?”

Quickly upon the deep voice, I turned around to become even more astonished. With brows the most furrowed they could be and with confusion so thoroughly present in my expression, I kept glancing from Sam to that fine guy opposite me and back to Sam.

“Now, that’s not Dean, is it?” I asked.

“And who are you?”

“Dean, that’s (Y/N).” Pebbles spoke for me. “Remember – she and I used to be -”

“(Y/N)?” Dean couldn’t believe it himself. “What happened to the cute little girl scared of anything ever?”

“Hey,” I threw him a serious look. “I had all rights to be scared of you, amigo, because you used to threaten me things nobody should ever threaten a lil’ child like that.”

We all laughed, yet I believed the both brothers knew it was true. Towards the end of our friendship, shortly before they’d moved away, Pebbles and I would walk home from kindergarten together, and we’d either walk to his house or mine. Whenever we’d end up in Pebbles’ room, Dean would burst through the door after school and he’d laugh at whatever we were playing in the moment. I remembered this very well. Mostly, Dean would be the mean older kid, but that was alright, because Pebbles knew what he was really like and he’d usually try to convince me about it.

“Hey, uh,” I said after a while. “There’s a coupla more things I have to get over with, I’m sure you’ve got some more stuff to do on your own. What about we have dinner together tonight?”

Now that it seemed like Pebbles and I would be studying together at the same college, most probably also be living on the same floor (I didn’t know whether Dean was only helping his brother or whether he was going to school here himself), but in any case I couldn’t have let them go like that. I mean, Sam and I had been quite close friends as children. I was so very happy to be seeing him again.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” Pebbles smiled at me widely. “What about you just come over to my room when you’re done with what you gotta do?”

I agreed, he gave me his room number and our ways parted. My mind was drowning in thoughts – questions burning on my mind, their answers only imaginations yet, and so many memories coming back at me after all these years. I was really thrilled to be spending the evening with the two.


Shortly after seven PM, I was stood in front of room number 562 and my hand was in the air, about to be thrown against the door, shaking a little. I was nervous. Excited, yes, but very nervous.

“(Y/N), hey.” Dean opened. “Come in. Sam’s still in the shower, but he should be back pretty soon.”

I smiled, then walked past him. Beside it was decorated fairly differently, the room looked the same as Gabrielle’s and mine. There were two beds, one on the left and the other one on the right side, two drawers, two shelves and two desks. Of course, two wardrobes, as well. It wasn’t very hard to spot that this was a room inhabited by two guys. No hints of comfort, quite frankly, meaning no extra pillows or blankets, no fairy lights, in fact no more lights than the one hanging from the ceiling and the ones on the desks, anyway. The complete opposite to what our dorm looked like, and that already yet, only a few hours after my roommate and I had moved in.

“Which one’s Pebbles’ side?” I asked rather mindlessly.

Mindlessly, because Dean snorted about the name. He’d done that when we were younger and upon now, I figured he would even do it when we’d be old and grey.

“That nickname is golden.” he laughed. “I don’t even remember how Sammy’s gotten it in the first place.”

“I named him that.” I smiled proudly, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against one of the desks.

“So far I remember.” Dean nodded. “But how’d you come up with it? It sounds pretty familiar, anyway.”

“It’s from that baby-girl on The Flintstones.” I explained. “Remember – her name was Pebbles.”

“Oh, right! I remember you and Sammy watchin’ it like you were obsessed.” Dean shook his head, smiling as he bethought.

It hadn’t been like that exactly. Pebbles and I had liked to watch it, I was sure about that, but it hadn’t really been like we’d been watching it the entire day or something. For, it was on TV only right after lunch.

“So, do you go to school here yourself? Are you gonna get dinner with us?” I asked, looking Dean up and down. He’d changed a lot. Maybe it was in their genes.

“No.” he shook his head. “No, I only helped Sammy with all his stuff and I’m gonna go actually when he’s back, he just asked me to stay here 'til then, in case you’d come.”

I understood. The silence following, filling the time between now and the moment Sam burst through the door, showed me that Pebbles’ brother and I really hadn’t got a lot to talk about. We didn’t know each other quite as well as we should have, I got the impression, for it seemed to me like I knew Sam like the back of my hand. Well, at least his seven-year-old-self.

“Alright, brother,” Dean patted Pebbles’ shoulder after he’d gotten into his jacket. “Make sure to call and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “And give Mom the number I gave you, okay?”

“Course.” Dean’s gaze dropped on me. “And you, Lady, it was quite nice seeing ya again. I mean, look at you, you grown to be a -”

“Okay, Dean, you can go now.” his brother interrupted him, his own cheeks flushing. I suddenly remembered the day his family and he had left the town.

“Thanks, I guess.” I smiled and the older kid left the room.

Sam turned around. Our eyes locked. I liked the way he looked, I mean, he looked pretty damn fine. His hair was still wet and his skin was clear, his nose was adorable and I didn’t even want to look at his lips. Suddenly, a smile emerged right there.

“What?” I asked.

“What?” he repeated, quizzically. “Oh, nothing, just … You look the same, you know.”

I perked my eyebrows. “The same as …?”

“As ever, I guess.” he shrugged. “I mean, I remember everything from back in the days – like, everything. Like it’d just happened. And although you have changed a lot, physically, I mean, you actually didn’t change at all. Physically.”

I frowned, a laugh escaping my throat accidentally.

“If that makes sense.” he added.

I shook my head, trying to put on a sympathetic expression. “Not very much, I fear.”

It was like that, then: Nearly as in a trance, he and I exited the dorm to wander around the campus a bit, searching for a restaurant. When we didn’t find any proper, we ended up sitting opposite of each other in one of the red booths in that fast food shag. It was lovely, though, I thought – because I was with Pebbles. I hadn’t seen him since I was seven years old, and that was a long time ago.

“Isn’t this just the strangest thing ever?” I laughed at some point. We were eating. “I mean, first day of college and I bump into you.”

Pebbles laughed, also. “It is strange.” he agreed. “But maybe it was supposed to happen.”

“Are you speaking of, like, fate?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know.” he answered. “I don’t care, anyway, it’s nice it happened and that’s it.”

I couldn’t have said it any better myself. A few seconds and a thousand more sweet small smiles later and Sam winked at me, and caused my cheeks to flush terribly.

“Last time I saw you like that,” he laughed. “Was when -”

“You kissed me?” I completed his sentence. I was laughing myself, trying to sound like I was making fun of it. I mean, come on, it hadn’t actually been a kiss, had it?

“Yeah.” he nodded, smiling at me almost sheepishly.

“I’ve thought about that day.” I spoke. “Today and only a few weeks ago. It was when I started packing for college and I found this photo of us. You know, the one that cheesy guy took of us on picture day?”

There were dimples appearing on Pebbles’ cheeks when he began to laugh, recalling the occasion. “Yeah, I remember. The photo still hangs in our kitchen.”

Suddenly, I had to imagine what it was like. Their kitchen, I mean. That surely made me look awkward and somewhat creepy, but you have to put yourself into my place there. Pebbles and I had been best friends since practically my birth, we were almost neighbours, we’d spent more time together than you could imagine. Pebbles’ old house was like my home, when my house was like his home. And then, they’d moved away and after that, I’d only seen him four or five more times. And I’d never been to their new place in the new town. That’s what had me curious. If it was like their old place, you know?

“Pebbles, how’s your mom?” I recalled that I’d always liked Mary very much. “And your dad? How’re they doing?”

“Oh, they’re fine.” he answered. “I mean, I guess they are. A little sad, maybe, because Dean and I have both moved out now, but they should be fine. That’s what they said. They’re going on vacation next week, actually.”

“Oh, where to?”

“They’re goin’ on a cruise in Europe.” Pebbles laughed almost tauntingly. “Although my mom is kinda seasick.”

“Well, I’m glad they’re doing fine anyway.” I nodded.

“Yeah. What about your parents?”

I told them that mine did just as well. That they’d also been more or less depressed about the situation, about me having finally left for college and that meaning that I most likely wasn’t ever going to move back, but it would grow on them.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “And they can’t be doing too bad, for, they got a dog now.”

“A dog?”

“Yeah, like, a proper dog. He barks and all that.”

Pebbles laughed about the way I’d expressed it. “But?” he tilted his head forward.

“But, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “It’s a real tiny thing, almost fragile. I don’t know. For, my dad doesn’t even like small dogs. He’s into those big things, you know, those that could rip your leg off.”

Another batch of laughs overcame my opponent. I watched Sam for a while. The way he ate, the way he drank, the way he looked back at me. It wasn’t like I stared at him like a creep because I was into him or something – it wasn’t because of the obvious reasons people stare at those they’re having dinner with. I stared at Pebbles to figure him out. To discover what had happened to my bestest friend in the world, to explore his new personality.

“Say something.” I required after a while.

“Why?” he smiled.

“Because I wanna listen to you talking.” I explained. “Actually, I want to make you accidentally say those words you couldn’t ever pronounce properly as a child.”

“At least I wasn’t the one that lisped like a madman.” Sam spoke sarcastically conceited. “But you got over that clearly.”

“You mean I spoke like this when I was younger?” I pouted, lisping, of course, in a silly baby voice.

I adored Sam’s smile. I adored the way it carved dimples into the corners of his mouth and the way it affected his eyes. “Stop it.” he spoke to himself, with closed eyes.

“No, I can’t stop.” I went on horsing around. “You know what I had to go through in order to get rid of this? It’s a serious disease, Pebbles.”

I was joking. Despite, lisping wasn’t actually to be joked around with. I’d only started a therapy about it during puberty. I hadn’t managed to speak normally for long now.

“Hey, c'mere.” Pebbles waved me towards him, leaning over the table.

A frown emerged on my forehead. Why’d he been speaking so quietly? I leaned in myself. We were breathing each other’s air now, his, from the cold drink, icy breath hit my skin. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine.

“You know what you’ve got to do, right?” he asked. “And what you’ve got to say after I did it?”

I did not have a clue what he was blabbering about. Upon him finishing speaking, Sam turned his head lightly, breaking the eye contact. I examined his profile. When I didn’t move, of course not knowing what on earth he could want from me, Pebbles lifted his finger and tapped on his cheek. Laughing, convinced this couldn’t have possibly been it, I dipped in to place a kiss on his soft skin.

As soon as I had leaned back slightly, I discovered the place I had kissed was flushed. It caused a smile to appear on my face. He was cute, wasn’t he? Absolutely adorable. Lovable to bits. Sam turned his head straight again, and you wouldn’t believe what he did next. He actually kissed me on the mouth. On the mouth. I mean, not like I hadn’t been kissed on the mouth before, but it was just accurately like the day he’d left, wasn’t it? I’d kissed him on the cheek, then he’d kissed me on the mouth. It had been a different kiss this time, though. It had been less moist, less childish, of course – it had been longer and sweeter, and more difficult to disregard. Pebbles had kissed me because he liked me, not because he was going to leave town.

Smiling and with closed eyes, I spoke into Sam’s mouth, “I’m not sure if you’re still my bestest friend in the world,” And he laughed, himself. “But this sure as hell was the bestest kiss ever.”

gonna make some for all my other gems but i decided to do red first >V

refsheet by @gemsona-hq

Red Flourite “Red” by hivemarina 

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Sexual Orientation: asexual

Romantic Orientation: panromantic

Height: 4′0″

Weapon: Staff (not a ‘magical’ staff though. just a long stick really.)

Gem Type: Flourite

Likes: Nothing it would seem but secretly she harbors a hoard of sugary Earth cereals (Fruity Pebbles are her favorite, partially due to the name.)

Dislikes:  Red’s apathy knows no bounds but maybe excessively loud noises and people.

Hobbies: Occasionally she with take younger gems under her wing as a mentor, collecting cereal boxes 

Talents/Skills: Red is very efficient in combat and her small body makes for a difficult target. She also harbors the ability to manipulate temperatures, though the effectiveness is hampered by the size of the area she’s trying to heat/cool. This ability works best on organics but it can also be used to directly fracture gems.

Relationships: Trained both Star Sunstone, who was once a member of her crew eventually deserted to pursue her own ambitions, and Hackmantite, Star Sunstone’s apprectice.

Personality: Red hardly has a personality. She’s perceptive but only reacts to her surroundings when necessary. It takes a great deal to break her out of her near constant state of apathy. As a leader, she is ruthless. Diplomacy is pointless when more direct methods fear can be used to maintain order. Surprisingly, she lacks any kind of ambition. Red does the bare minimum of what her duties require for the most part.