#pearl!reader

[milkandthistle]

Holy shit how amazing would a soulmate AU be with a Gem!reader???

A soulmate cannot harm the other physically even if they don’t know they’re fated…except for Reader their gem is technically their only real body?!?!

Like harm can come to their projected body but a soulmate can’t harm their actual gem??? So their soulmate has no idea that they’re fated with Reader because they can damage their body but don’t realise it’s the GEM they can’t hurt????

[hisfavoriteweepingangel]

ρєαяℓ!яєα∂єяଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑

ocean bound . old money . melancholy blue . iced coffee . secret keeper . artistic eye . beggar . halos . 3pm mornings . water colors . platform sandals . yoga . light wood textures . the marias . late night walks . playing mermaids . he loves me, she loves me not . matilda .

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who collects postcards from places she’s never been and always makes sure to thank her parents for the little souvenirs they bring her whenever they decide it’s time to come home

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who prefers to keep things simple though despite the want to, she never can really seem to

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who is indecisive to a fault

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who always falls asleep on the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and forgetting the day

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who keeps a list of baby names. a list of names she’s had since she was 12

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who always smells like the ocean breeze and vanilla

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who has at least two of almost everything just in case

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who's often referred to as boring and that the most interesting thing about her is how she dyes her hair every once in a while

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who logs everything she's ever seen on letterbox and writes out semi-thoughtful responses to everything she can (don't ask her about lolita or uptown girl)

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who is accident prone and has been known to cry over spilled milk. she can't help it

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who's fortunate enough to have a room dedicated to her hobbys- all the unfinished pottery and paintings sitting there on display for her

ଳ₊ ๋࣭ ⭑ … who sometimes feels as if her skin doesn't fit on her bones

⋮ shipped ⌯⌲ rafe cameron . pope heyward . art donaldson . patrick zweig . tashi duncan . jack abbot . cassie mckay . bill shelburn . any requests?

[theres-a-body-here]

Killers with Pearl!Reader

You cried, begged, and pleaded for anyone who take a chance on you. You dreamed of becoming a star. The Entity gladly reached out her claw, promising you the role of all eternity. You gratefully accepted. You thanked your "supporters" and blew kisses into the air as you walked into the cold, empty fog.

The stage was finally yours

The Ghostface

Danny wasn't amused

He was put on babysitting duty by the Entity; show you the ropes, make sure the others don't bully you, etc.

He had his work cut out for him

You were quite the mess

Neurotic, bratty, and downright vicious when things didn't go your way

This translated into your trials going pretty bad

Gen rushing and whole team escapes

Danny could work with this

He would turn you into the best killer around

(second to him, of course)

Even if it took forever

And in the Entity's realm, there was no rush

You found yourself in the realm alongside Ghostface, within the eerie recreation of your family's farm, sculpted by the Entity. As you practiced your axe swings, he leaned against a decaying fence, arms folded. He let out an exasperated sigh and halted your motions, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Hey, hold up," he remarked, his masked face giving away little emotion. "You're not getting that technique right. You're swinging way too wildly. You gotta be precise or the survivors are gonna have an easy time spinning you."

Your brows furrowed, a mixture of annoyance and defiance brewing within you. "Oh, really? And who made you the expert on my style?"

He shrugged casually. "Just trying to help. No need to get all bristly."

A surge of frustration rose within you. You clutched your axe handle tighter, your knuckles whitening. "I don't need your help. I'm destined for greatness. I'm meant to be a star."

Danny's expression remained inscrutable behind his mask, but his tone turned more serious. "Being a star means learning and improving. Even stars have to take criticism."

Your grip on the axe tightened even more, your fingers trembling slightly. The words hit a nerve, a raw vulnerability you rarely let show. "I can handle the criticism just fine. But not from you, and not when I'm on the cusp of something big."

Danny lets out another sigh, which carried annoyance. "Fine, have it your way. Just remember, the Entity doesn't care about your style points. It wants results."

You stared at him, a battle of wills and egos in the air. The urge to swing your axe in frustration warred with the nagging truth in his words.

"You just can't stand the idea of someone else shining brighter, can you?" you retorted, your words dripping with bitterness. "But guess what? I'm going to be a star, and then I'll be her favorite, not you."

The Twins

Charlotte warmed up to you pretty quick, even if she didn't know what the hell an actor was

Victor was happy his sister was happy, so he liked you too

You both hung out at your farm

The twins felt a little bit in their element

Nice open space with animals. Nature surrounding them

Victor liked the chickens

Charlotte liked the lightbulbs

You liked having an audience

You gladly put on plays and theatric reenactments of poetry for them

Mostly performed at the killer camp

You're absolutely terrible

Having been hiding for most of their lives, The Deshayes siblings had no frame of reference

You were amazing in their eyes

You spun and kicked your feet as you sang for the twins. Your dancing was stiff and your singing was worse. Out of breath and voice cracks littered throughout the number. The twins were in awe. Victor swayed and gargled out some semblance of the melody he was hearing as Charlotte was clapping to the beat.

The Nightmare chuckled at your awkward attempt at show tunes. He had always enjoyed mocking others. And as he saw your "dancing", he couldn't resist mocking the new fish.

"Looks like we've got a new clown in town," he snickered, gesturing towards you as he glanced at Kenneth, who in turn gave Freddy a nasty glare.

But his laughter quickly came to a halt when he caught sight of Charlotte giving him the death stare, her hands tightly gripping her sickle. Victor didn't seem to notice as he was still glued to your performance.

Julie swiftly elbowed Freddy in the gut and snapped at him "Shut the fuck up before you get gutted asshole"

The Cannibal

Instant connection between the two of you

Both of you being raised at Farms all your lives

The Entity never recreated Bubba's farm

So you let him move into yours

You wanted more fans

Bubba squealed with joy when you told him of your offer

He wasted no time getting his things

He spent so long hugging every animal he could catch

He misses his family

Please comfort him

You also act for him

He claps and squeals happily

He'll join you if you talk him into it

You could hardly contain their excitement as they twirled and pirouetted around Bubba.

"C'mon Bubba, you gotta try it! It's so much fun," You insisted with a wide grin.

Bubba cocked his head to one side, making an animalistic noise that loosely resembled a question.

"Yes, I mean dancing and singing with me," You explained patiently. "I promise we'll have a good time."

Bubba considered the proposition for a moment before nodding his head vigorously - clearly excited at the prospect of sharing something new with his friend.

And so You began to sing – your voice cracking horribly as you struggled to find the right notes. Bubba followed along by making strange grunting noises, attempting to mimic what he heard from your mouth.

As terrible as the duet was, there was something almost freeing about it. For just a few moments, you felt like Anita Stewart.

You both continued flailing around and shouting lyrics until both of you collapsed onto the ground in exhausted laughter - bounding over each other like children who had just finished playing tag.

The Legion

Being one of the younger killers, it was only a matter of time before The Legion sought you out

Susie really wanted to meet you after being in a Trial in your realm

"They have a farm, Frank! I really wanna pet a cow. Please Please Please"

Frank couldn't say no to her

They arrive to your realm and walk in on you slow dancing with a scarecrow

Talk about awkward

You quickly drop Howard to greet your guests

"Oh Hello! I didn't think anyone would drop by"

You giggle as you sway in your red dress like you weren't caught doing something unhinged

It's clear you don't see the issue with it

Despite the rocky start, the Legion warms up to you

And then Frank discovered Theda

"IS THAT A FUCKING GATOR?!?!?!?!"

Frank was stunned as he pointed at Theda sunbathing at the lake's bank

Your family farm instantly became the second Legion hideout

You sat among the legion teens near the bank of your realm's farm, throwing bits of food into the lake for Theda. The alligator was a rare source of entertainment and joy in the realm, and they had come to enjoy these peaceful moments by the water.

Frank leaned forward eagerly, watching as Theda slowly approached their makeshift buffet.

"Come on girl, do a death-roll for us!" he shouted excitedly. He turned back to you with an expectant tone. "You think she'll do it?"

"Well, I don't know," replied you nonchalantly. "She doesn't usually go for those kinds of tricks."

But just as you spoke, Theda suddenly lunged out of the water and snatched up a piece of meat in her powerful jaws. With surprising agility for such a massive creature, she spun around in one swift motion - performing a full death-roll that left Frank cheering triumphantly.

"You fucking saw that?! Holy shit, that was awesome!" he exclaimed.

Susie giggled at Frank's excitement while Julie rolled her eyes behind her mask. Joey was simply lying on the grass with his arms behind his head as he watched the clouds.

The group continued to throw bits of snacks into the water amidst laughter and chatter while keeping an eye on Theda's movements.

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[petitelepus]

(drift fusion anon here!) i ment steven universe kind of fusion, sorry that i was unclear

"You want to try what, my lord?" You ask as you look at Drift before you. The mech smiles and carefully takes your hand like you were made of finest glass.

"I would like to try fusing with you." He said and you blinked. Why would your lord want to fuse with little plain pearl like you?

"My lord-"

"Please Pearl." Drift interrupted you with a gentle tap on the shoulder, "Call me Drift."

How bold! To call your lord that your Diamond had given you to by his name? But if he insisted then who were you to deny his orders?

"Drift...?" The name sounded almost foreign for you to say out loud.

"Why would you want to fuse with me? Certainly you would be more pleased with a Jasper or a Sapphire?"

"But I want to fuse with you." He said and you frowned. He continued, "When you told me how amazing it is to fuse with someone you care about, I knew I wanted to experience that with you."

"But my lo- Drift!" You quickly corrected yourself. "I'm just a pearl, meant to serve you."

"You're my friend and I want to give you freedom to do what you want." Drift said, "So if you don't want to fuse with me then it's alright."

"It's..." You frowned, "It's not like I don't want to. I'm... Scared."

A silence fell between you two... Until Drift leaned in and pecked the top of your head.

"Pearl, as long as I keep being, I want you to feel free. I won't force you or pressure you, I just want to know you better."

You swallowed. No one had been so kind to you as Drift was. The mech looked at you with such a tender blue optics so you swallowed your fears and took his hand.

"Alright. Let's try it."

Drift's smile rivaled the sun and he took your hand and gently lead you and you gracefully followed his each twist and twirl until the light devoured you two and you two became one.

"Oh, wow...!" You and Drift gasped together as you looked down on your dark black from.

"What are we exactly...?" You both wondered and just like magic, the answer came to you. You had turned into black goldstone. A fitting gem for a mech as kind as Drift and dark as your skin.

"How do you feel?" You asked from yourself and the answer was quick. "Like I'm one with my best friend. And I love it."

You and Drift, now Goldstone smiled.

[su-reader-imagines]

When you’re a Pearl on Homeworld picking up an object you dropped and trying to pretend you don’t see the tall, large Quartz soldier at the door checking you out

[stevenuniverse-hcs-imagines]

Headcanon Jasper x pearl!reader pls?? I love your blog ❤️

Absolutely!!

Ehheheheheh thankss!

Jasper X Pearl!Reader

Reader belonged to a higher ranking Gem, who Jasper was assigned to guard one day.

Often times Reader and Jasper are left standing together besides the door as the Gem does their business they themselves are assigned to do.

Often Reader catches Jasper staring at them in curiosity.

It wasn't often that Jasper sees a Pearl up close, and this Pearl was so small and adorable. Especially compared to her own height.

...

...

...

Surprisingly once the two were able to relax from their duties they'd both been able to get along amazingly, considering they're different Gems.

Jasper and Reader often talk to each other about anything and everything they can think of when they have the free time to do it.

And Jasper found herself caring deeply for the small Pearl she befriended.

And no surpise here, it was Jasper who had confessed first to Reader one day on their freetime together.

After that they often found it hard to wait for their free time to talk and be together, but they waited each and every time for the precious moments they had together.

Also not unsurprisingly they fused with each other, it was unexpected for both Jasper and Reader once they realized what they'd done.

Something the two knew was unheard of, they couldn't ever go ti another Gen and ask about it without suspicion.

So they kept silent on the matter of their fusing.

Wasn't long after their first in fact when they wanted to try again, and again. Until it became a routine for them to fuse on their free time if they didn't want to talk and just simply relax in each other's company.

So why not fuse together to enjoy each other's company??

[hisfavoriteweepingangel]

｡𖦹˚.🪼₊ ๋࣭ ⭑

[hisfavoriteweepingangel]

cracked sea glass

1.8k~ divider. this was supposed to be a peaceful getaway with your boyfriend, rafe cameron, but the seas seem a bit uneasy today. angst. mention of sh scars, suicidal ideation, and intense arguing/swearing.

this was absolutely deplorable behavior. you weren't paying attention to him. you were sitting next to him on the bed; your legs crossed, the collar of that sweater you stole from him tugged between your teeth. what could you possibly be doing that was more entertaining than him?

rafe lay there staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest and pouty like a child. he was bored. he was feeling neglected. when you giggled at something on your glowing screen. that's what made his skin itch. the young man shifted uncomfortably before he finally moved. his fingers trailed up your back, you hummed in response thinking he was going to say something, but he didn't. his hand rested beside you and he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. one, then two, then three.

kiss.

kiss.

kiss.

your mouth drops just slightly with surprise. "hm!?" You huff as his long fingers tangle in your curly blonde hair and quickly yanks your head back. he stays there for a second, his grip tightening in your curls, his cold blue eyes flicking over your face before finally untangling his fingers just for you to turn back with an angry expression.

a flat "sorry," leaves his lips, but his expression is devoid of any real signs of him being apologetic.

your lips almost curl into a slight frown as you stare at him. "What was that for?" your brow ticked up, just a bit bothered. he cocked his head to the side "got curious," he raised his brows, shrugged lazily and raised his hands dismissively trying to defend himself, but also not at all. he just wanted you to look at him, and you were. so, he won.

before he could say anything else, you scooted off the bed, your boy shorts riding up on your thighs and ass as you did so. "yer gonna mess up my hair." you find yourself grumbling while you turn to the full body mirror and leaned in close to assess the damage. rafe tilted his head, his eyes scanning over your body- well, whatever was visible. most of you was engulfed in that monstrous dark blue sweater. Your ankles were covered by those frilly white socks you loved so much but your thighs. Well, they were well within his line of sight. he rolled out of the simple nautical sheets and snaked his arms around your waist, squeezing your soft tummy after sliding his hands up under his your sweater.

you sucked your teeth in response to his wandering hands, your fingers carefully twirling through your pretty blonde curls. you didn't mind rafe. he was tall, came from wealth, and was pretty damn strong. but he had a temper. a scary mouth, and a bad habit or two. He was pretty though, real nice to look at, and when he was in a good mood, he was pleasant company to keep. his steel blue eyes were intense, his hands were almost soft, his dirty blonde hair was sun bleached because he was always outside and very often smelled like weed and clean linen.

“rafe-” you gasped softly as he gripped onto your thigh and kissed your neck. you could feel him chuckle against you. making your whole body sort of vibrate in response. he grinned against your neck. “don't worry, m'not gonna pull yer hair again,” he mumbled, his fingernails digging into your thigh hungrily. it felt like some sort of threat. your heart falters in your ribcage. you feel it speed up a beat or two when his nails go a little deeper than normal. it stings. “rafe- rafe what are you..?”

“pearly, shh look,” with his right hand he points at the two of you in the mirror. he's grabbing your thigh, pulling the fat and angling it in the mirror just enough. your shorts rode up too much. “What is that? hm?” he whispers. his tone was just barely careful. more demanding than anything. almost curious.

your silver bracelets hit against each other, sliding from underneath the deep blue sweater's sleeves while you reached for his wrists. the restraints holding you in place. you claw at him. "oh my gosh." your only goal was getting out of his hands that suddenly felt so grimy. after a minute, you're able to slip from him. he let you go. “it's nothing rafe.” you sigh, stepping away from that man. you tugged at the bottom of the white shorts. pulling them back into place and fell back on the plush mattress with another heavy sigh. this was supposed to be a cute vacation for the two of you.

“what are those marks?” he asks again, not at all buying your act. his voice was so low. he didn't turn around, just watched your reflection in the mirror. watched how the sunlight streamed into the room through those thin white curtains and was joined by that polite sea breeze. watched how he could see the tan on your legs. how the skin an inch or two below your little too-short shorts was lighter than the rest of your body. the bit of skin that was typically hidden from the sun. and how your curls sat, carefully maintained on your shoulders and… that pout that rested on your soft, glossy lips as you pushed yourself to sit up.

rafe scratched the back of his neck. quiet for a moment while he filed through his brain for the right words. the kind, thoughtful boyfriend words. "...baby," he began slowly. quietly, just in case. "you know I'm here for you... right? I know im… I know i can be a pain in the ass, but you can talk to me about anything." he turned to face you "S’why im here..”

you shrug, your shoulders just barely making the movements. up and down. forced. tired. "I know." your eyes, suddenly so somber fell to your lap. maybe if you didn't look up he'd disappear. maybe leave you alone. but he didn't disappear. he never did. ignoring him only ever made him louder. more obnoxious. more unbearable.

he would only continue to prove your point.

“I know” he spits out in an unfriendly mocking tone. "okay. pearl. if 'you know' then fucking talk to me,” his eyes bore into your being as he barked at you. “What is it?" he paces back and forth in front of you. his every movement suddenly too big and bold. "is it my fault?" he asks "am i not giving you enough attention? Huh? what's the matter with you?” he leans forward, cupping his ear as if it'll help him hear your whispers. “what?” but you hadn't said anything. he glares at you, not quite understanding your silence. He gestures with his hands, trying to get you to say something. anything.

“nothing! god rafe can you give it a rest."

nothing technically. nothing you were medicated for. nothing that provided you with a prescription. no "real" rhyme or reason to behave the way you do. no "real" explanation as to why you're so sad all the time. so unmotivated. you had everything you needed. most things you wanted. so what was the issue?

of course, "nothing" wasn't a good enough answer for rafe cameron.

He exhaled heavily, his shoulders tense with frustration as his brows furrowed deeply. His tone just shy of shouting. “What the fuck do you mean?? people don't just slice themselves open for nothin!”

this was counterproductive. you might not have been entirely aware of that, but he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you wouldn't tell him about something so important. so serious. as if he didn't care. rafe wasn't too big on understanding things he wouldn't or didn't do himself. you weren't wrapped up in some normal drug. to him, this was more dangerous. more stupid. some awful thing to be addicted to. and it disgusted him, honestly.

"That shit is not cute. those scars are not going away." he brushes his thumb over his nose, standing over you creating a dark shadow.

you stare up at him. your face still, annoyance resting on your nose as you blink back the hurt of his words. "no shit sherlock." you push yourself off the mattress to face him. even if he was still too tall for the proper eye contact you craved in the moment. "im not stupid rafe. i don't need you to- to break it down for me."

rafe combed his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, making no real effort to properly compose or disguise his spiking frustration. He scoffed."Well clearly someone fucking has to! You think i wanna wake up one day and find out my girlfriend fucking killed herself?" He snarled. you flinched. he cornered you, making you feel small, just so you'd hear him "like holy shit. you gotta be real fucking dense to be acting like such a fucking bitch right now. I wanna help you!" his reprimands echoed off the simple blue and white walls. you swallowed hard. not taking your eyes off of him. you took in one uneaven breath as your manicured nails peeled into the pale palms of your hands.

"you do not get to talk to me like that." you snapped. planting your palms firmly on his chest before shoving him back with all the force you could muster. he was suffocating you. that familiar ache that tugged at your heartstrings and nabbed at your ability to properly regulate your emotions tempted you with a solution. the same one that put you here in this cute conversation. it had been months. you had been fine. "fuck. you." you croaked, tears streaming down your cheeks. you hoped the acid on your words reached him even as your voice was threatening to leave you. you watched the storm brewing behind his eyes, his chest just barely rising and falling. he didn't flinch or stumble back even an inch when you pushed him. he was like this giant concrete fucking wall. always in the way. He fell silent. Wincing only once as your hands crashed against his chest. he let you hit him until you tired yourself out. choking out weak, angry sobs that in turn made his chest ache.

you could almost hear the waves crashing against the beautiful sandy shores outside.

rafe's tongue ran over his teeth, listening as you cursed him between cries. between the why can't you just listen to me's and the i hate you's. he listened. his heavy hands reached for your face, his thumbs brushing at your tear-stricken cheeks as he nodded a bit. "it's alright." he tried cautiously. "im sorry." he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a tight embrace. "m'really sorry. i shouldn't yell. that's why you don't tell me shit, huh?" he let out a short, dry chuckle. smiling tightly, he rested his chin on top of your head, leaving a quiet kiss on your curls.

"just tell me next time. okay?"