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thegnomelord · 4 months

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Shark Merperson reader is real gud.

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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.

Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.

So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).

Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.

Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.

Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)

Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch

CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing

Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air — what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents — the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.

He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.

"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.

"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.

The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke — vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable — flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.

You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.

Eerily human.

Perfectly human.

Almost.

"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.

Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"

"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.

Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."

Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."

The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.

Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,

"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.

Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.

"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.

"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"

"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.

"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.

"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.

Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.

You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.

Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.

As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.

You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.

"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.

Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"

His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."

His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.

You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.

But he knows this won't last.

A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.

He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #🦈anon #trinkets from the hoard #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #eldritch reader #monster 141 au #monster cod au #cod monster au

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leclerced · 2 months

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okay hear me out here but am i the only one who thinks about if oscar prefers ass or tits? like wtf this man can be so nonchalant at times i have no idea what he prefers. is it both? either one? none? mans got me stressing abt it 😭 - 🦈

imma both kinda girlie and i think he is too.

he’s weak for backshots or a pearl necklace. like he loves fucking from behind and finishing on her ass, but equally loves when she sucks him off and he cums on her tits and face. he has two special albums in his phone full of photos of such, sorted accordingly.

although he’s probably a bit more handsy w her ass because he can give it a little tap or squeeze in public and it’s not very scandalous, but if he tried to grope her tits like he wanted to, there might be some offense taken.

#ask #🦈anon

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suugarbabe · 7 months

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oh enzo is DEFINETLY nasty dirty wink wink grrr on the inside😰😰😰😰

honestly i dislike it alot that most people write him as a sweet and harmless boy who wouldnt hurt a fly like.. bro is a deatheater AND hes a slytherin FOR A REASON???

you do him justice🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

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that is specifically why i decided to start writing for Enzo because i just felt like you're saying people made him too bubblegum sweet or he was just so side character we didn't see him enough

because you're right, my mans is a death eater, he was sorted into the house for cunning, ambition, resourfulnessness, determination. like, i wholeheartedly believe that he uses others assumptions of him being sweet and innocent to his advantage. Enzo is observant, he appears to be in the background but really he's the one that gathers information.

the other slytherin boys are more intimidating, but enzo is the people person because others feel like they can go up to him, which is exactly why he has the role he does in my mafia!au fic.

#i love enzo so much #really i need him biblically in rl #enzo berkshire #🦈anon #also i think i just realized ive been using a fucking dolphin this whole time when it's been a shark?????#i'm such a dumb ass #my excuse is that the emojis are so small on my track pad on my laptop

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yelenasdiary · 1 month

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I just woke up to that video and now I’m so so tired but omg omg omg, the video

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This video is literally what I woke up too 🥹

#yelenasdiary asks #🦈anon

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jayjj7 · 4 months

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( ^ω^ )

#🦈anon

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angelus-scripturae · 1 year

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Hey there 👉👈 lmaoo

I hope it doing well <3

I noticed you mentioned your requests for The Boys were open ...just to clarify do you write smut for them? Bc ya girl definitely has a favorite she simps for 😅

- 🦈 anon

Of course! I write smut for all characters (other than minors and canon asexuals) thank you for clarifying though.

al requests are open so feel free to ask about anything :)

#🦈anon #squ1dgeytalks #smut #fanfic

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ihaveab0y · 10 months

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Your posts make me blush like a tomato

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aww, thank u sweetheart! <3 /gen

#asks #🦈anon #<33

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uravitypng · 2 months

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i’m so sorry if your not taking requests! i’m a little new and couldn’t find whether they were open or not.

i’ve been reading your bully!Tsukki and have been OBSESSED

i was curious how he might react his darling stayed home for a few days? would he go to their dorm? wait until they come back?

- Anon 🦈

i got sent this a few days ago now and i've been thinking about it constantly. ANON YOUR MIND !!! What a good question and concept, i fuck with it so hard. <333

where are you? that's all bully tsukishima can think right now. you're late and you know better than to be late when you share classes together. you don't turn up at all. he can't find you around campus.

where are you? the next day you're not there either. he isn't worried, he's annoyed. two days without seeing you is pissing him off and every single day after that when you're staying in your dorm and not coming to classes pisses him off even more. shouldn't you know better by now, if you're hiding from him he'll just make it one hundred times worse. so he waits. seething. because where the fuck are.

the rational part of his brain tells him you're not there for a good reason, you don't skip class, you're good like that but he doesn't care about what reason there is, you're gone and he wants you back in class and around campus.

everything seems like a drag now that you're not there to entertain him. he blocks out conversations and any people talking to him, thinking about you and what he's going to do next time he sees you.

you deserve a punishment for being gone for so long.

kuroo and bokuto are talking to him about something but he's paying no attention whatsoever. instead tsukishima is thinking about how can't wait to have his hands all over you. because you've been gone for so long he's going to pinch, grab, and mark you all over as punishment, maybe even some hickeys too. you're his and he plans to make you remember that. he smirks just imagining the bruises he'll make on your plump body, trying your best to cover them up with clothes or makeup but he'll just add more making you more upset, until you apologise over and over again for staying in your dorm for so long.

when you do feel better and eventually leave your dorm he'll do what he was thinking about this whole time you've been gone. after he'll pick up your bag and put some medicine in there, "don't get ill again crybaby."

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doctorcatz · 6 months

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Do u do emoji anons? If so can I be 🦈 anon? If not I would like to request a gojo x reader (idk if u write for him but ya) where reader finds out he secretly cross dresses, please. Maybe. (Can u tell I'm extremely socially awkward?)

-(hopefully, maybe)🦈 anon

of course you can, love!

lord i have so many drafts, but here's a little drabble for youu,, and don't worry, i'm socially awkward too.

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pairing: crossdressing!gojo x top male reader

content: crossdressing, maybe ooc gojo, dominant-ish gojo, a bit of feminization, riding, unprotected sex, short writing

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"ah, fuck" gojo stared at himself in the mirror in your shared bedroom, looking himself up and down. "what am i even doing.." he thought aloud. what was he doing? he had bought this outfit on a whim. it was on sale, and he was intrigued, so he got it. now he's wearing it. a slim black dress. it was backless, which was good because with his build it felt like he was about to rip the thing apart. this was obviously not made for men,,

"this was a stupid idea.." he says as he begins to slip off the piece unaware that you had just arrived home and were about to walk through the door. "what's a stupid idea satoru?" you ask, entering the room. "oh. wow." seeing gojo in something like this was..different to say the least, but god was he attractive. the dress hugged him just right and the way his muscles tensed and flexed when he turned to look at you had you hot under the collar. "you don't like it,," he questioned, with a bit of a frown on his face "no, i do..i really do. just..wow. you look, gorgeous." you could feel yourself hardening in your pants just looking at him, and he did not fail to notice that. "really?"

"yeah? you like it?" fuck, the way he was bouncing on you,, "liked it so much you had me keep it on while i ride you hm?" he drove you wild. "yes..yes satoru i like it so much. you're such a pretty girl," gojo's face turns bright red, that was new.. and it didn't fail to make his cock twitch. "mhm- i'm your pretty girl,, that's right, ahn-!" you grab onto his hips, guiding him on your cock. the dress was high up on his waist now, his face contorted into some sort of grin, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth, hair messy and sticking to his forehead from sweat. "gh- i think i'm gonna cum sato,," his grin grew ever wider as he looked down at you, speed never faltering. "oh? so soon?" you try to bring him along with you, thrusting upwards into him, slamming his hips onto your own. "ahn-! ah!" ropes of white spill onto your abdomen as his hips stutter. your own release follows shortly after, painting his insides with white. his body falls onto your own. "how about i buy you some lingerie hm?"

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man, i need to get the ideas flowing

requests: open

#top male reader #gojo x reader #gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #send asks #male reader #gojo x you #jjk thirsts #🦈 anon

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thegnomelord · 10 days

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Ohm nom - 🦈 (I have some news, I was doing some research on DnD species and found a humanoid shark species called Sharkin. I though yo! Thats fin-flipin awesome but um there is one paragraph that made me take a backturn. I highlighted the main bits "Sharkin fought with and hunted any sort of creature that looked either powerful or threatening to them, including dinosaurs and dragons, making them top predators inside and outside of water. They are hated by most if not all surface dwelling races, making them enemy number one to almost everyone. They are even hated and despised by dragons, since the first time they killed an adult red dragon. This was not a one time problem, and has caused a bitter rivalry between the Dragons and Sharkins. They favored the taste of dragon flesh, from that day onward it became the largest badge of honor available for a Sharkin to hunt and kill a dragon. This then henceforth became a great and mighty challenge, for a member of the Sharkin royal family to hunt and bag a dragon, the bigger the better. The royal family loved the taste of dragons so much they made it their most favored treat among all other delicacies of their people. They often form hunting parties specifically to hunt and bag a dragon for any special occasion or festival. This made any and all dragon absolutely despise Sharkin, for they looked at them as prey and dragons being the vain creatures they are hate them. A dragon that sees a Sharkin will immediate become enraged and will do whatever it can to kill and devour it." NOW reasonably i was quite frazzled and immedietly though about our lil Shark captain of our lil marine team, thats partnered, HAND in HAND with a Dragon Captain. But then another idea came to me, this Sharkin species, (despite how cool they are and i still love) are built on the sterotype that Shark are horrendous terrifying vicous, agreesive creature. When in reality Sharks are just fish puppies that could murder you if you pissed them off enough. So that got me thinking, what if due to rumours, shark hybrids were thought to be Dangerous and Hazordous species, due to horrendous strerotypes, and a movie, most were meant to be cool, but were misinterpited so badly that people started getting afriad of them and in turn, aggressive towards. This is mainly based on a real thing, Both the author of Jaws, Peter Benchley, and the director, Steven Spielberg, regret the negative impact the film had on shark populations and the perpetuation of shark stereotypes. So people think that the captains would naturally butt heads, due to sterotypes and rumours that nearly brought the two species to war. (Which was luckily debunked way before anything got violent and now both species are currently fighting against anything harmful towards the other. Creating the oddest but oddly wholesome cross-species relationships. ) Only to find out the two are bound by the hip. waz your take? *Administer Foreheads Kisses*)

Oh yeah, I know the jaws effect lol It's fascinating how fiction can influence reality and reality can influence fiction, sorry this took so long and is so rough, but I got hit with the InspirationTM in the middle of the night lol.

CW:SFW, Price x male reader, monster au,

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At first sight, the feelings you and the good captain had for each other could be considered tense professionalism at best and disdain at worst. It isn't a surprise why that is; the hate and suspicion running between your species is old and deep like the trenches. Dragons hardly want to be a shark's dinner, and a shark would rather not become soup.

Still, the peace between your species held, and so did the tense relationship between you two. To the others it looked like you never agreed; they've lost count how many times you and Price had spent hours arguing over battle plans. How you two would release all the anger you had in the ring, so much so you had to spar outside because the military didn't have the funds to fix the ring after every match. How you would bare your teeth and Price would snarl and growl at you at every little argument, thinly veiled insults flying like bullets out of your mouths.

What they didn't know was how softly Price would purr when you two laid in bed, how gently his claws traced your shark hide along your torso. Sprawled out over your chest like you're his mountain of golden coins, more a cat than a dragon really, Price is the picture perfect example of bliss.

"Comfortable huh?" You hum, carding your clawed fingers through his hair, taking the time to scratch around the base of his horns.

"Mhm," He hums, content blue eyes closing as he leans into your touch. "Finally a moment to ourselves." Price chuckles, nuzzling his head into your neck. He breathes in your scent with a happy sigh, sharp fangs nibbling on your throat, the comforting scent calming his mind.

"Uhuh," You chuckle in turn, "The boys sure know how to keep us on our toes." You grin and your hand slides down from his head to his back, even gentler there as you trace the scar where his wing used to be. His remaining wing stretches out, weakly shaking as if trying to stretch, before it falls back down to lay on the bed and hang off it.

Price shivers, a low sound rumbling from his chest. "Can't leave those muppets alone for a moment." He huffs. "Did you see MacTavish? The lad nearly lost his tail because of his toy." A soft growl slips past his lips, neither of you had been pleased when Soap's tail got caught on fire thanks to his explosive he swore was 'safe'. Price's tail curls around yours, and though your tail is too rigid to do the same, he can still feel you reciprocate in the way your tail tip wags like a dog's.

"He's your problem in the morning." Your words earn you a sharp nip at your throat, more of an admonishment than an actual threat. "Ow." You say, in revenge pinching his pudgy side.

"You deserve it." Price laughs, forked tongue licking up the stray drops of blood that leak down from where his teeth had cut your skin. Placing a hand on your chest Price rises just enough to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You can taste your blood on his tongue, along with cigar smoke and something inherently draconic that makes your mouth water for a bite of his flesh.

But his kisses are enough to quench your hunger, gun calloused hands holding your head still so he can pepper kisses along your brows and down your nose, on each cheek and down your jaw. There's no need to rush when the night is dark and the sun isn't ready to rise yet.

It's peaceful.

The door slams open, light and voices flooding in "Captains we need-" Johnny's voice pitters off as he takes in the sight, bright eyes glowing in the darkness "-you..."

Not so peaceful.

#scheduled post #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #captain john price #🦈anon #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #captain price #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #monster 141 #cod monster au #monster 141 au #trinckets of the hoard

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suugarbabe · 5 months

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do you happen to know any authors who take requests for Regulus?

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I don’t :( I’m so sorry.

Or if I do I’m unaware of it because I don’t read regulus stuff. Like I 100% support and appreciate Timmy T being the face of Reggie but any fic I’ve read he’s always been a side character /:

Can anyone help them out???

#🦈anon #regulus black x reader #regulus black #regulus black fics

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Just a lot of shitty emotions and stuff:(( I’ll be okay!!

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I'm sorry to hear that love! if you ever wanna talk about it, I'm always here 💖

#yelenasdiary asks #🦈anon

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emo-trash88 · 1 month

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hi again,, it's the anon from earlier :))

Could I req a male!reader taking care of drunk Stone?? Take your time + no pressure

Omg yes ofc! Thank u for requesting pookie 🫶 I'm assuming you meant a oneshot, but if you wanted something different, just let me know (same thing for it being romantic)!

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Drunk! Stone x Male! Reader

Pronouns : second person pov, but implied male reader

Word count: 626 words

Tw: Alcohol, swearing, general ramshackleness

"You know, I think Stone actually hates me." You say, looking at your other two friends, Vinnie and Skipp. They both stare back at you with an odd and unreadable expression on their faces.

The silence sits there for a few minutes before Vinnie finally breaks it, "What? Nah man, Stone doesn't hate you." She says, almost laughing at such an accusation. "It's true, he almost never speaks to me and he treats me like shit." You say, trying to justify your words.

You and Vinnie both stare at each other, eyes locked until Skipp speaks up, "Actually, where is Stone?" He asks before looking around, almost like if Stone would magically appear behind him if he looked again. "I'm...not sure?" You say, now slightly confused. You hadn't even known he was gone, does that make you a bad friend?

"I think you should look for him" Vinnie says, pointing at you, the same smile that she has when she's comes up with a scam that will most definitely get everyone in trouble plastered on her face. "What? Why me?!" You ask, looking at her flabbergasted, like she just said that you had 6 arms. "Yeah, I agree (name), you should look for him" Skipp says, nodding in agreement.

And thats how you ended up here, wandering the roads of your hometown looking for a guy you think hates you. Why would they just toss me to the wolves like that? You think to yourself, feet clicking against the half paved roads.

If it wasn't such a bad situation, you probably would've taken your time to admire the architecture around you. It somehow makes all the unbearableness of the place around you seem less terrible. It almost makes it possible to ignore all the crying babies and screaming wives and... groaning from alleyways?

You stop in your tracks and turn on your heels, looking at the nearby alleyway. "...Hello?" You ask cautiously, stepping slowly into the alleyway. All you hear in response is a groan of your name, "(Name)...?" Is that...is that Stone? you think to yourself, walking towards the origin of the groaning.

After taking a couple steps, all you see is several bottles that you can only assume are empty, and Stone, curled in the fetal position on the ground. "Stone, are you okay?" You ask, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him. He manages to sit up somewhat, leaning against the ugly brick wall behind him, "I'm...*hic* fine..." He says, looking obviously not fine.

You sigh, looking down at your side to see your trust canteen. You unhook it from your side and offer it to him, "No, you're drunk, drink this". You narrow your eyes at him, waiting for him to grab the canteen full of water from your hands. He glares up at you. After looking at you for barely even a second his eyes seem to soften slightly and he grabs the canteen, taking a swig and then attempting to hand it back to you (he ended up spilling half of it on the ground).

You look back at him after hooking the canteen to your side again, he looks pretty pathetic right now, you think, chuckling softly to yourself. Instead of saying anything to him you sit next to him. Looking over you hear him mumbling something, but with how quiet he was paired with the slurring of his words, all you could really make out was "like" and "sorry".

He looks back at you, his eyes looking kinda out of it and misty. Before you can say anything to really break the silence between you two, he lays his head on your shoulder, something that you would've never expected to happen while he was sober. When he does this, you can finally hear what he was trying to say, "I...like y-*hic* you."

After he says that he resumes just laying on your shoulder and you decide that you can let him rest it off here for a bit until he sobers up. As he slowly drifts off, all you can think is that maybe Vinnie was right. Who really knows right now, but you can always ask him when he's sober.

Omg I have no clue how I just wrote all that in one sitting, but I did. I honestly think I blacked out lmao. But I hope you enjoyed it Anon! Have a great day and drink plenty of water.

#ramshackle skipp #stone x reader ramshackle #ramshackle #anonymous #anon ask #🦈 anon

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