her name was pebbles


(Here have a silly comic sketch :U)

This is Pebble “No one messes with my krantt or I headbutt them” Ryder-Ama Darav.

Alternatively: Chapter Three of Why Evfra Thinks Ryder Should Watch Her Offspring Better


Fairly you

Hi, thank you for requesting! I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I initially loved the first draft I made but then this happened and I feel so-so about it. Nevertheless, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy this.

PS: I no longer have a fever so that’s a good thing! I’m still coughing with the occasional runny nose. Just in case everyone missed my latest post, REQUESTS WILL BE CLOSED ON SUNDAY! So, if you have any you want me to write, I will be accepting them until Sunday! Refer to the post here.

JJ has been playing quietly by himself since he got dropped off by his kindergarten teacher, Mrs. P. That isn’t really her real name though. JJ just can’t seem to remember what her name is. He kicks a pebble and let out a sigh. Daddy had to work and could not pick him up because of work and since Daddy didn’t give any emergency contact to Mrs. P, she had to send him home. Mrs. P had waited with him for a while but had to leave after half an hour. So JJ has been playing alone in his front yard since then.

Bored out of his mind, JJ flops on the grass and closes his eyes. “I miss daddy.” He murmurs sleepily, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. JJ must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knows, he is being gently shaken awake and someone is holding an umbrella over him.

“Hey, JJ.” You sigh in relief when the blond kid with the beautiful blue eyes you have come to love finally open his eyes. You had been on your way to your house when you spotted the little boy sprawled on the lawn, unmoving and your brain automatically assumed the worse so you had run over to him, dropping your belongings beside him before trying to wake him up which brings you to your current situation.

“Hi, Y/N.” JJ rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up. “I fell asleep.”

You nod your head, kneeling beside him. “What are you doing out here?” You glance over to his house but it didn’t seem as if anyone is home at all. You spy JJ’s school bag in front of his door and now that you finally manage to look around, you also notice his dad’s red Maserati is not around too. Immediately, a frown appears on your face. “How long have you been out here, darling?” You turn to look at him, bringing him in your arms, lifting him up. JJ wraps his arms around your neck instinctively.

“I dunno.” JJ shrugs, enjoying being held by you. It reminds him of daddy. “Mrs. P dropped me off and waited with me for a bit because she could not reach daddy’s phone. She left after that though.” JJ explains when he remembers your earlier question. Besides, Mrs. P was a boring companion to be with – she didn’t even want to play with him.

The frown on your ace deepens. You are aware that JJ’s kindie often ends early – some days earlier than most – and today must have been one of those earlier days. You also know that JJ’s daddy – Jason Todd – is a very busy man. Not to mention sexy too. But that is absolutely beside the point. The teacher definitely needs a talking to, too. What if you had not decided to go home early today? What would have happened to the poor boy?

“How about we come over to my house first and then we can wait for daddy together? How’s that sound?” You pick up your belongings and head towards your own house when JJ nodded his head and unlock your door. You set him down and JJ opens the door, peeking in to your house.

“Thank you.” JJ looks back to grin at you and you almost sigh at how adorable the boy is. You push open the door wider and Max, your Alaskan Malamute, comes out running to greet the both of you happily. You laugh when Max jumps and licks your face. He does the same to JJ too when he sees his favourite boy. “Hi Max!” JJ’s giggle is very adorable and you smile.

“Alright, let’s go in. I’ll make us something light to eat.” You tell JJ as the three of you walk inside. Max skips happily in front of the two of you. “Are you hungry, JJ?”

JJ nods his head. “Yes!”

You close the door behind you and make sure the door is locked before dropping your keys and belongings on the counter. JJ runs off ahead with Max chasing after him, laughing happily as the two of them start playing chase. That is how you spend the rest of the day – playing with JJ and feeding the little boy.

Jason grunts as he parks his Maserati, letting out a few expletives. His work hard taken too much of his time and Jason had actually thought he would have finished it before JJ is let out of kindergarten but that was not the case. His house is dark and it is really late at night too. What the fuck had the teachers been thinking by leaving his son alone here? He really should have given them Alfred’s number as an emergency contact – but at the same time, Jason did not want JJ to be seen as the billionaire’s grandson! He wants JJ to grow up without the eyes of the public on him.

“Fuck.” Jason panics when he does not see JJ anywhere but stumbles upon his bag. He really should consider moving JJ to a closer kindergarten or maybe even considering just sending JJ to a private day-night care instead. Jason is about to call out JJ’s name when he spies a paper stuck on his door. “What the hell.” He rips the paper off of the door and squints as he tries to read it in the dark. His head shoots up and he looks at his neighbour’s house before sighing in relief.

Jason crosses the lawn and knocks on your door. He can hear JJ’s laughter from inside and Jason releases another sigh of relief. He can hear your voice telling JJ (“That’s your daddy, let’s go greet him,”) and Jason suddenly feels anxious.

The moment the door opens, JJ jumps towards Jason, causing Jason to reach forward to wrap his arms around his son. JJ giggles happily when Jason showers his face with kisses, momentarily forgetting about your presence. You, on the other hand, are melting inside at the display of affection. You have always known Jason to be a very loving dad – JJ tells you about all the things Jason has done for him – and seeing this right in front of you almost makes you feel shy.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” Jason thanks you profusely and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to let your blush appear on your cheeks. Up close, Jason is seriously super handsome and how you are still standing is a mysterious. “I really should pay you for your time – I didn’t mean to be unreachable. I thought I could get back before JJ was let out of school.” Jason rambles and would have continued to ramble if you had not stop him.

You shake your head. “No, it’s quite alright. JJ is a very good company too. You don’t have to pay me,” You assure Jason but it seems as if Jason is not having any of your excuses so he takes out his wallet and tries to give you a few bills and you shake your head. This goes on a few times – Jason trying his hardest to convince you take the money and you rejecting the money because JJ is a very adorable, laughable boy.

Jason is about to insist you to take his compensation money when you blurt out, “How about you pay me by coming over to dinner instead? I make some mean steak.” Jason stares at you in surprise and you blanch when you realize what you have just said. Your face turns absolutely red and you almost stumble backwards.

“Can we have some mashed potatoes too, Y/N?” JJ asks excitedly. He really likes eating your food – it reminds him Grandpa Alfred’s food too. Jason looks away from you to look at JJ briefly. JJ seems very happy, excited too and he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

“Of course.” You smile at JJ. “We can have mashed potatoes too.”

Jason grins. “Only if you let me bring some wine over.” He tells you. You flush under his stare and nod your head. “We can have some steak, mashed potatoes, wine for us and some smoothie for JJ.” Jason takes out his phone and hands it over to you. “Put your number in – we can set a date sometime this week?”

You nod your head, inputting your phone in to Jason’s phone. “That’s a date then.” Jason chuckles and nods his head. The two of you stare at each other quietly and would probably have gone on much longer if JJ had not yawn. Jason seems to remember that it is quite late at night and JJ might have missed his afternoon nap too. “I’m going to go home now, thank you again for taking care of JJ when I wasn’t around, Y/N. You are a life saver.” Jason leans forward to press a kiss on your cheek and you grin at him, your heart beating wildly against your chest.

Jason leaves you standing by your door, cheeks flushed and there is a little bit of a spring to his steps. He definitely is lucky to have a neighbour like you – one that would take care of his kid willingly. He knows JJ can be a handful sometimes – JJ picks up much of his habits too! – and it can really be tiring at times but as he walks all the way to his own house, JJ has yet to stop talking about all the fun things he had done while at your house. He even talked about Max, your dog and how bigger the dog is than Uncle Damian’s Titus is!

Maybe it is about time he acts on his feelings for you. Suddenly, Jason is looking forward to having dinner with you. You might even be what his life needs.

Balance on the Head of a Pin*

Chapter Four

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC   |   Word Count: 4280
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, NSFW 18+

Stunned, Loki found himself caught in her eyes, jade now with confusion and pain. With a sigh, he brought his forehead to hers. “Lauren, no, never. I should have told you from the first.”

“Told me… what?” she whispered.

“I want this. I want… you. I have for some time.” His heart hurt at finally speaking the words which beat so hard within it. “This was never a charade for me. I may have… influenced you into choosing me, but only because I couldn’t bear the idea of it being someone else.”

A soft sob escaped her lips. “Really?”

“Really… my love.”

The cry she released was one full of hope and disbelief. Then, her lips were on his, molding, tugging, nipping with her teeth, setting him growling.

When she finally disengaged from his mouth, he hummed quietly, “Is that a yes, my sweet?”

“To which? Being together or being engaged?” she quipped, her hands caressed down his arms, fell to slide around his waist.

“One leads to the other, does it not?”

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tigereyes45  asked:

What are Ryder's and Jaal's children named?

From left to right we have Pebble, Marcellina, Talim, Akala, Habi and Marius :D

Home Alone || Patrick Hockstetter

Requestcan you write where Patrick talks to reader on how he’ll kill her if she ever cheats or breaks up with him

Warnings: Dubious consent, death threats, choking/suffocation, degradation, abuse, and Patrick being himself!

Note: Personally, this is the darkest piece I’ve written ever. It deals with very scary situations, which made me even uncomfortable as I wrote it, and I’m quite hesitant on posting this. However, I felt how Patrick handles the situation in this imagine is in character. Please consider the warnings before reading! 

How Patrick acted bothered [Name] so much. At first, she was able to ignore the many flaws that Patrick Hockstetter had over physical attraction. And trust me, Patrick had too many flaws. But not even the wild sex could fix how the girl began to feel towards her boyfriend. The more she stayed, the more she learned what she didn’t like about her boyfriend who frightened her.

She detested the fact that Patrick took sadistic pleasure in bullying younger kids, especially the Losers Club. When she saw him give a shift and hard punch to Richie Tozier, [Name] felt nothing but terror and disgust. [Name] can agree with anyone that Richie Tozier doesn’t have a filter for his mouth but he was still a good kid! Him and his friends did not deserve the treatment they received.

Not to mention, the stupid pencil filled with dead flies with repulsive. If Patrick had been hot, [Name] would had screeched in disgust and look the other way.

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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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Cough Syrup - Part 1

a/n - this is the start of the song series!! it will work in pairs. every boy will have two imagines that are paired with each other, but they will have different names. for example this is called cough syrup but the continuation will be friend please.

word count - 909

warning - depression, outburst, attempted suicide


 “Can’t you find someone who actually cares?”

“Look me in my eyes, and tell me you want to never see us again.”


Restore life the way it should be I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down


“Daniel! Jack! Oh my god, are all of you here?”

“You bet.”

“But why? Is that a puppy?!”

“What if it is?”

You grabbed the little creature and held it as if it was the most fragile being ever. Cautiously, you brought your hand up to her head, and started to pet her behind her left ear. Her white fur was the softest thing so you continue to pet the lovely puppy. Still in your hands, she wagged her short tail out of delight. You handed her to the other boys so that they could play with her. Unfortunately Corbyn dropped her, and she began to stumble on her tiny legs around the room. Once she got a hang of walking after being held for so long, she started to run. For such a tiny dog, she could run faster than the boys would’ve liked. The boys eventually realized that she was running and they started to run themselves. In the process of trying to catch her, they were also trying not to hurt her, so it was very amusing seeing the boys push each other and fall in attempt to try and reach her. Watching them, you realized that they were more careful trying to get her than they were with you, and it was refreshing.


“What? Why’d you say pebbles?”

“That’s her name. Pebbles.”


Life’s too short to even care at all  I’m losing my mind, losing my mind losing control


“I said GET OUT!”

“You don’t mean it. I know you don’t.”

“I. Never. Want. To. See. You. Again.”

“Please don’t do this, please. We’ll miss you. Please, please don’t do this.”

“I want you to leave, Jonah. I want all of you to leave. In fact, take Pebbles with you as well.”

Scooping her up, the boys left your house one by one. Right as he was about to shut the door, Jonah turned around and looked at you as if he was giving you one last chance.

“Please, Jonah, please just leave.”

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

Right as the door shut, you burst into the sobs you had been trying so hard to hold in. But you didn’t know that the boys hadn’t actually left yet. They were still standing outside your door when they heard you crying. Zach went to go comfort you, but Jack put his arm in front of the door.

“Give her time.”


If I could find a way to see this straight, I’d run away To some fortune that I, I should have found by now


You always said things you didn’t mean. You didn’t actually want the boys to leave. And they knew it. But all six of you were incredibly stubborn.

You had blocked the boys’ numbers, just in case they wanted to reach you. They didn’t though. They never once thought that they should contact you. Although that also meant not knowing if you were safe.

It had been a week since you shut them out. And it was tonight, you hoped, that you would never have to talk to anyone again. Never feel the pain of being happy again. Because if you were happy, then you were going to be sad. And you hated being sad. It was a sunny day out, and it didn’t feel right. Your mood was so gloomy, how could it be sunny out? You were walking to the hardware store, which was just a couple blocks away considering you lived in the middle of town. Entering the shop, you headed towards where you believed the rope to be.


And so I run to the things they said could restore me Restore life the way it should be


If you hadn’t told them to take Pebbles, you would’ve been able to go through with it. But she had loved you, and dogs were known for knowing when something was wrong. Pebbles was barking and throwing a fit and growling at the boys. They had done everything they could think of, they gave her food, water, tried to sing her to sleep, but none of it worked.

“Maybe she needs to go outside?”

And so they opened the door, and Pebbles took off sprinting towards your house. The boys shouted, not knowing where she was headed, but soon recognized the street. It was yours. Pebbles trotted up the steps to the best of her ability and scratched at the door. The boys followed suit, choosing to open it instead.


“Y/n, are you here?”

No response. But the door was unlocked. Looking at each other, they raced upstairs. How could they have been so stupid? Why did they leave you alone? They should’ve known better. They barged into your bedroom, finding you hanging from your closet. They stared, frozen, before Corbyn snapped out of it, untying you and checking for your pulse.

“She’s alive.”

They sighed in relief, still slightly scared for your health. Choosing not to take you to the hospital, they picked you up and laid you on the bed, and waited for you to wake up


I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down



I Know I Shouldn’t (Part 10)

Loki x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence, angst, blood and gore

I stared gleefully into the crystal, listening to my mother’s words. She was on my side after all!

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In the Blood : Part One

On FFdotnet and Ao3

I always wanted to write a Sherlolly vampire story.  This one is rated M.

Part One

Normally Molly didn’t mind covering the night shift in the morgue.  She didn’t have to do it very often now that she had some seniority in the department; but “With great power comes great responsibility” and sometimes that meant taking one for the team and agreeing to cover Halloween night so Geoff and Samuel could each take their significant others to a couple of fancy dress parties.

Unfortunately, she’d forgotten to pack anything to eat when she’d left her home that afternoon, and the vending machines in the break room were disappointingly empty.  She spent a few minutes debating whether or not to chance the ham and swiss sandwich that had definitely seen better days and a bag of crisps, or heading back to the lab where she’d left her laptop and seeing if the good curry place up the road was still willing to deliver this close to midnight.  Odds were not in her favour, but the ham sandwich wasn’t likely to go anywhere while she double checked.

Her steps slowed as she approached the lab.  The door was ajar.  She was almost certain she’d closed and locked it when she went to find food.  Hardly anyone came down to the basement this late at night unless there was an emergency or they were looking for something to steal.  She shoved her hand into the pocket of her lab coat in search of her phone, and then cursed under her breath when she realized she’d left it next to her laptop.

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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)

my Christmas wasn’t great but as usual we all managed to come together at the end of the day to exchange gifts and I got a Google home mini for my room, her name is Pebble


a  t  L A ST A REF

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

It might take a while to get used to the idea of dragons, even if some kid brings an end to the war seemingly overnight. Cuz hey, theyre dragons. And some people are bound to be frightened of them.

Shadow has patience and persistence, though. 

I was thinking of naming her “Pebble”.

None of this is concrete for now. There are so many names I would LIKE to use for him that are like…products of some sort? (Shadowshield being the one I really wanted like damn but its like 5 different things already).  Shadowshale is not officially taken (except for on one odd site) though and I like it. And it would give them both rock themed names.

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.”