#so she was VERY lucky and ‘rolled low’ on the dice

[shuttershocky]

Are the low waves of 1s3 really that easy or am I just stupid? I still can't get anywhere close to beating Lucian's dramatic self but I've cleared Highmore the Hallucinating with no leaks and no 6 stars at least like 7 times by now.

The lower waves of IS3 are easier than normal mode IS2 yeah, because while some stages are outrageous (like Out of Control or Pompeii's two different maps) and dice rolls can fuck with you hard, you actually have a lot less strict team requirements. You just need to have one source of crowd control to ground UFOs and remove Predator evasion (Kroos the Keen Glint is one of the best IS3 ops and she's a free unit!) and you can pretty much just improvise the rest. If you have actually gigabroken ops like Texas Alter you can play the first 4 floors in your sleep, even.

In IS2 though, there's a bunch more mechanics than can just absolutely fuck you if you reach floor 4 unprepared. Poison maps will destroy you if you have no medics (as the damage is constant, so even offclass healing sources like Abjurers or Bards can get fucked), Sarkaz Lancer pinball is another common run ender that requires you to either have constant and consistent crowd control or incredible tanks or both, if you go into the map with the freeze machine you're screwed without vanguards or very cheap snipers as the stage starts you with 0 DP, just lots of stuff like that.

HOWEVER, there are those who actually feel the opposite and that IS2 is much easier than IS3 on the lower floors, and there's also a reasonable explanation for that. Apart from RNG dice rolls randomly destroying your Texas, I've noticed it's actually much harder to snowball off of relics in IS3 than IS2. Money is harder to amass in IS3 despite the greatly buffed treasure chests, which means that the IS2 classic (ASPD relics that scale off your money) is way more difficult to get going in IS3 without getting lucky. The increase in enemy RES also targets some of the strongest combos from IS2 such as Passenger with Hand of Diffusion (although he's still pretty busted with it in IS3, just not a win button), and in general operators who are already good in the base game are good in IS3, while IS2's less refined balancing led to wackier and hilariously powerful combos with underutilized units like Pallas soloing BSL with spinach relics (if you notice, IS3's bosses try to put a stop to this kind of onepunch operator tomfoolery). While Spinach relics and the sort still exist in IS3, the stages try to counter them now by boss mechanics like Highmore's ASPD slow or stage layouts.

#arknights

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #314: Koyanskaya of Light

today on Grailfinders we’re building the most wascally of wabbits, Koyankumbaya. Koyansherbet. Koyancheesedanish. One of those, probably. whatever her name is, she’s a Battle Master Fighter to bring her business acumen to the battlefield, and a Drakewarden Ranger to empower her weaponry beyond the limits of humanity, and to summon a big tank she can ride around on. well, a medium tank, anyway.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet here!

Next up: run, it’s bridezilla!

Race and Background

soooooooooooo…. Tunguska, huh? yeah, despite ages of DW saying “yeah that’s a tamamo alright” Koyoyo technically isn’t one. which honestly makes this a lot easier since WotC still hasn’t added a fox race in the two years since we started building characters!

they did add a rabbit though.

as a Harengon, you get +2 to Constitution as well as +1 Dexterity, though you can swap them to be in whatever stats you’d like. trust me on the constitution though. you also have a Hare-Trigger, adding your proficiency to your initiative rolls to get the drop on your prey. your Leporine Senses give you proficiency in Perception, and your Lucky Footwork lets you spend a reaction to add a d4 to a failed dex save. finally, you can make a Rabbit Hop proficiency times per day, spending your bonus action to jump five times your proficiency feet without triggering opportunity attacks.

while Koyogurt isn’t a Tamamo, she certainly acts like one, which is why she’s a Faceless. that gives her proficiency with Deception and Intimidation.

Ability Scores

koyanskeeter is really good with guns. it’s kind of her thing. so make that Dexterity as high as you can. very important. after that is Wisdom. it’s how you sniff out a good deal, a good pet, and also we need it for multiclassing. after that, grab some Intelligence for big brain plans like leaving a random piece of cake somewhere in a building you think someone you want dead might be. smort. after that is Strength. I know she mostly uses guns, but her human-killing skill says she’s good with every weapon humanity’s ever made, so. strength. have fun with greatswords. this does mean your Charisma is probably pretty low, but we can buff that will skill stuff, and finally we’re dumping Constitution. I told you you’d want that racial bonus.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: as stated above, tamamo lite’s gotta be good with every weapon ever, and that sounds like fighter material to me. (I mean the tank’s coming too that’s just more of a long-term goal, y’know?)

so, as a fighter you gain proficiency in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as proficiency with Animal Handling and Insight. one handles animals, the other handles people. perfect symmetry.

you can also pick up the Archery fighting style for an extra 2 damage whenever you hit someone with a ranged weapon attack, and you can use your bonus action to gain a Second Wind for some extra HP. I know koyahoo only takes HP away normally, but some concessions had to be made.

2. Fighter 2: second level fighters can make an Action Surge once per short rest, adding an extra action to your turn. not the most complicated level, but definitely a fun party trick.

3. Fighter 3: at level three fighters can pick their specialty, and as a Battle Master you fighter smarter, not harder. you learn three combat maneuvers that you can use by spending superiority dice, which are four d8s you regain each short rest. now you can set an Ambush to add that d8 to your stealth check or initiative, you can force a strength save on a Pushing Attack, adding the d8 to the damage and pushing them 15 feet if they fail, or you can make a Tactical Assessment and add that die to an investigation, history, or insight check.

you’re also a Student of War now, so enjoy that free calligraphy proficiency.

4. Fighter 4: at level four you get your first Ability Score Improvement, so improve up that Strength to hit stuff better. yeah the downside to saying a character is good with all weapons is that broadswords and slings don’t exactly jive together, you know? at least you’re good with the former now.

5. Fighter 5: in the spirit of fighting smarter and not harder, maybe instead of improving our stats we just need to hit stuff more? that’ll make it easier? well my friend you’re in luck! with NFF’s new patent-pending Extra Attack, you can attack twice in a single action! yep.

6. Fighter 6: it’s been a while since we’ve made a character who specializes with guns, huh? if you forgot, crossbows and other reloading weapons can only fire once an action. unless you use an ASI to pick up Crossbow Expert, of course, then you can fire freely, ignoring the disadvantage caused by nearby enemies. you can even dual-wield with a crossbow in your off-hand!

7. Fighter 7: at level seven you can now learn what beasties are besty for NFF Services to export to other lostbelts, as long as you Know Your Enemy. if you spend a minute out of combat you can learn how a creature compares to you in two categories, including: strength, dexterity, constitution, AC, HP, and class levels.

you also gain a fifth superiority die, as well as two more maneuvers. Goading Attack is just a given. if I had a nickel for every time Koyanskaya’s face was punchable I’d be as rich as she is. attack someone, add the die to the damage, and force a wisdom save on your target. if they fail, they have disadvantage to hit anyone but you. also, if you want to be the star attraction as an assassin, you should probably hit them with a Disarming Attack first. add the die to the damage, and force a strength save. if they fail, they drop an object of your choosing.

8. ranger 1: now that we’re done getting all fighty, it’s time for koyanskibidybop to get a lil specialized. first up is favored enemy! you have advantage on survival checks to track a type of enemy you choose, plus your checks to remember stuff about them. you probably can’t pick humans twice, so just get them and another humanoid.

you’re also a deft explorer bc who has time to pick a terrain, right? now you’re canny in deception, so your proficiency bonus is doubled! and so is the fun.

speakin of skills, since we’re multiclassing here you get another ranger proficiency like nature! you’re literally an animal. makes sense.

9. ranger 2: second level rangers get another fightin style! grab two weapon fighting so you can add your ability bonuses to your off-hand weapons. now you can really bring out the gun kata!

you also learn some spells this level, and you cast ‘em using your wisdom! grab yourself a hunter’s mark to make your attacks deal more damage against a specific human, and then pick up snare to bag yourself some beasties! it lets you make a snare, as the name implies.

10. ranger 3: at third level you get to pick your ranger conclave, and only the drakewarden conclave will let you ride around on a giant, fire-spewing tank! eventually!

right now your tank is just a drake companion, a small dragon that you can summon as an action. it takes its turn right after yours, but it can’t do much unless you’re unconscious or you spend your bonus action telling it what to do. when you summon it you can make it an acid, cold, fire, lightning, or poison dragon, making it immune to that type and giving it a reaction to add that kind of damage to one of your attacks.

that’s not all though! since you’re a lil dragony now too, you get a draconic gift! you learn thaumaturgy for free, and you can read and write draconic. ye they were being real literal with the name.

finally, you get primeval awareness, letting you spend a spell slot to detect nearby aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead, any of which would make a great addition to the nff lineup!

if you’re looking for something more pedestrian, detect poison and disease can help you detect nearby poisonous creatures so you can track down fun pets to throw at chaldea! it’ll also help you if you forget which slice of cake is the poisoned one.

11. ranger 4: fourth level rangers get another asi, so bomp up that dexterity for more gunning. i know we’re supposed to be “fair” and “balanced” about all your weapons, but we all know you’re here for the guns.

12. ranger 5: fifth level rangers get nothing! the extra attack this level doesn’t stack! buuuut you still get a second level spell! magic weapon makes your weapon magic. sure you’re already doing a lot of magic damage with hunter’s mark and your dragon, but this’ll make things more consistent with an accuracy bonus.

13. ranger 6: sixth level rangers get another favored enemy. we picked beast, but if there’s a menagerie, you’re looking to fill you can take whatever kind of animal you want! you also become a lil roving as a deft explorer, bumping up your movement speed and giving you a swimming and climbing speed to boot! there’s a lotta water in lostbelt five, best play it safe.

14. ranger 7: seventh level drakewardens grow a bond of fang and scale with their mounts, growing them to medium size and giving them a flight speed! you can also ride the dragon now, though you’re too heavy to take off with. it also has magic fangs, increasing their bite damage with some elemental pizazz (tho not actually making the bite magical? ok), and finally, you get resistance to whatever kind of damage your drake is immune to while its summoned!

you also get another spell, so make sure you pick up pass without trace before the lostbelt you’re in collapses completely. that’s how she moves around, right? gives herself a +15 to stealth and then the walls just don’t notice her?

15. ranger 8: bump up your strength this time with your shiny new asi, and then check out your new land’s stride! now plants don’t slow you down as much, or at all if they’re not magic! yaaay? maybe lb7 has like, evil corn or something idk. though i guess if they’re fighting you they’re good corn?

16. ranger 9: ninth level rangers also don’t get anything, but they do get third level spells like flame arrows! it’s a much higher spell slot, and it doesn’t deal more damage than hunter’s mark, but they’ll keep for up to an hour, you can change targets without using a bonus action, and other people can use the arrows too!

17. ranger 10: at tenth level you become nff’s tireless ceo, so you can spend an action proficiency times a day to get temporary hp. your exhaustion also goes away on short rests instead of long ones! good business never sleeps! and now, you never have to.

you can also put on nature’s veil to make yourself invisible for a round. that’s the benefit of being an assassin! your dumb foreigner double will never experience invisibility!

18. ranger 11: 11th level wardens can spew out a drake’s breath, making a cone of acid, cold, fire, lightning, or poison damage and forcing a dexterity save on everything inside. you can do this once a day for free, or by spending third level or higher spell slots. now this tank is has a cannon! (you can also just use it yourself but why have a tank then?)

you can also conjure barrage! now you can use all your guns at once, making a big cone of shooty goodness!

19. ranger 12: at level twelve, we’re gonna bump up your constitution one last time. a lotta good ranger spells need concentration, so the better saves are super needed. the health bonus is nice too, +19 now.

20. ranger 13: for our final level, we get fourth level spells! just one, actually. as a guardian of nature, you can magical girl transform into a pseudo-beast for a minute! you can turn into either a primal beast or a great tree. the first one makes you faster, gives you darkvision, and adds damage to your melee hits, but most importantly it gives you advantage on strength attacks! the latter gives you temp hp, advantage on constitution saves, kicks up the dirt around you for difficult terrain, and gives you advantage on strength and wisdom attacks! it’s a shame you can’t have both at once, but you’re now super good with every weapon ever made.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

by combining your superiority dice and your drake powers, you can customize your combat to suit the situation, both in terms of the damage you deal and in terms of what your attacks do.

speaking of your damage, you can add a lot to your attacks when you need to punch through a tough enemy. Guardian of Nature + your Drake + superiority gives you a lot of dice to mess with, as well as doubles your critical hit chance thanks to permanent advantage.

most of your damage is focused on ranged attacks, and you’re plenty mobile to take advantage of that. being able to jump 30’ straight up without provoking attacks is a huge buff to any ranged damage dealer, and you can even ignore combat altogether through judicious use of your ambush superiority and Pass without Trace.

Cons:

this build is very, very Multi-Ability Dependent. to make a real Koyanskaya work we would need high rolls in literally every stat, which simply isn’t feasible most of the time. we’re really leaning hard on that doubled proficiency in deception carrying you through your business.

another side-effect of being MAD is that your constitution isn’t that high. having low health isn’t the end of the world as long as you don’t mind playing a little risky, but the low constitution save is a big deal. even with the proficiency from starting as a fighter, you still have a 1/10 chance of dropping any spell you cast from the lightest of bumps. that’s bad for any spellcaster, but you have very few spell slots, and lean on spells heavily for your damage.

while you can move quickly, getting up to speed with all your buffs is a little more complicated. taking a turn or two to get going isn’t the worst, but when you’re squishy that time is valuable- a good boss battle can take you out in that time.

#fgo #fate grand order #dnd 5e #dnd #Fighter #Ranger

[unsleepingtales]

Lucky episode 13!! Reactions/freak outs/etc <3 this one is another long one so strap in

Starting off strong with AxMurph bits

Did Lou dye his hair?

The set is SO COOL

I need to know Mira better. She fascinates me. (<- adult who used to be a child who watched disneys little mermaid So Much)

Gerelody <3

The dome is watery!! Cool!!

Love daddy? Hate daddy.

What if Pinocchio just pretended to be a gondolier? What if he did that?

Ok so the MerKing is a spellcaster

EMILY AXFORD DICE MOMENT

Gerard my love my light <3

Gerard and Pib really are a power duo damn. I know we talk about the different paths Gerard could have taken but honestly commanders strike is such a good move for him

RICK PERRY AND TEAM YOU ARE SO COOL

Siobhan’s look is so good today.

Mer king’s ac is below 16???

Oh that dome effect is so cool. Crew you’re doing amazing I love you.

Shoutout @montereybayaquarium <3

The FUCK

God… the idea that some intelligent part of Pinocchio’s story looked at what he was doing and decided ‘no no, if you’re going to get this much power you’re going to have to live at least some part of what was written for you’ is terrifying.

“There is no love true enough in any story to be more important than this showing up” is an absolutely insane thing to say Brennan.

Axmurph <3

Brennan’s nat20 gets you your wildest dreams policy is so good.

The giant fish has asthma. Ok.

IT HAS ÅŠTHMÄ

Pinocchio just s c r e e c h i n g

No no do not go back to the extraction/distraction model that did not go well??

Epic highs and lows.

Oh ok NOW we remember the mechanics. Suuuuure.

Love adding some chaaa

Tiny little cricket mini????

Emily’s outfit is Also excellent. Fish earrings!!

“You’re a fish.” “A frog is a fish?”

[murph squeals weakly]

Did they name the cricket sprinkle?

He’s terrible… and he’s a fish…

ROSIE NO

“Setting tone and expectation, this is very bad.”

Siobhan and Emily scheming… love you <3

Love this thing the editors are doing where they closeup on the mini and then show the character art, it’s cool

Brennan constantly reminding them that it is not a fun cartoon in the monstrous fish’s stomach

TWO IMMEDIATE FAILURES? Good lord. We still have no idea what happens if one of them thrice upon a times without the others right?

Tim’s Big Stack

Pinocchio shrieking is top tier

British people please explain what Siobhan meant by fudge being a slur in England?

Whomst the fuck- ohohohoh Scottish sea witch yea baby

He’s letting him try it??!!!!

“Gerard, why don’t you focus on Not Drowning?” Quickest put down ever

We’re gonna have to rename Red the little matchstick girl lmao

Awww they put floaties on her mini <3

Yes Murph get your bad dice energy all over it

MURPH

I appreciate the little sobering moment to kind of get back in the combat mindset, it was helpful for me as a viewer.

Ooooooh call of destiny homebrew subclass I need to know so much more about this

I love ridiculously intricate homebrew game mechanics.

The Fabian’s Bad Day die finally has its moment in the sun.

I love how willing Brennan is to roll with their batshit ideas. Yeah of course Rosamund was trained to swallow bonbons and macarons in her sleep, allowing her to swallow a goodberry whilst unconscious. Fucking of course that happened guys.

God Mira’s cool.

“Get ready to get to know me”

SNAKE EYES???

Brennan’s fLiRtiNg WiTh mE

Everything is either a neg or a flirt. This is just true.

YEAHHHH ROSIEEEEE

Get ready to keep getting ready to get to know me! Another thing about me, I’m a Sagittarius 💅

Brooklynite Pib is something that can actually be so personal…

Next episode preview reactions:

Alphonse is back again ok

#neverafter #verbal component #rick perry appreciation hours #dropout art team <3 #reactions

[artnerd1123]

Paradice

Ch5: Obstacle

who’s ready to meet the contestants??? not beast! i’ve been SO excited to get to them!!! hope y’all enjoy these fools as much as i do :3

Six contestants. Six first episodes. Six runs for a win. Six outcomes. And yet, all of them ended up in the exact same place.

Beast’s body still tingled with adrenaline aftertaste as the double doors slammed shut behind her. For better or worse, her first run was over, and she found herself being led once again through dim maroon halls. A small green bandage was plastered to her cheek, radiating a healing haze over her wounds. She’d taken enough damage to knock her out- physically and just shy of the end of an episode. But her mind was still back in the arena. She’d learned a lot. Maybe not everything, but she had a much better idea of how the game was played. Or. She hoped she did. ‘No, don’t hope, know,’ she growled to herself. She knew more of how the game went. She learned how to use battle cards. Scratch that, she learned what battle cards were. She’d learned how rolling dice worked, and how to take turns fighting, and how dodging wouldn’t work here- no lucky breaks besides the enemy rolling low. And she’d keep learning. So she could win. She would win. For today, though, she only had one final hurdle to overcome. The cafeteria. The flow of stage crew slowed from a focused stream to a lazy river as the hall widened. It opened up into a huge high ceilinged room, scaffolding and rafters disappearing into endless black shadows. Round tables sat in neat rows along the floor, with a couple picnic bench style perches about halfway up each wall. Beast momentarily wondered what they were for before a pelican with a tray in their mouth swooped down to sit on one. She watched them set their tray down and start eating- ah. Seats for people who flew. ‘Well, that’s nice, I guess.’ On the far end of the room was a long line of… what were those, mini restaurants? People went up with trays and came away with food. Simple enough. There was just… one problem with all this. The whole place was absolutely teeming with people. Minions, stage crew, even a few scattered interviewers and bosses. No Lady, but she didn’t exactly expect to see her among… well. Everyone else. The droning buzz of conversation was both a comfort and a burr in her hide, Beast’s eyes flicking every which way. Why hadn’t they told her she’d be around so many people? A couple of them were staring at her- what the hell were they looking at?- and she bared her teeth until they glanced away. Good. She wasn’t here to make friends. Unfortunately, the crew member leading her didn’t seem to realize that. They were taking her right to a table in the center of the room. Five people were already sitting at it- and what a ruckus they had going on. The one in blue armor was the loudest, all big gap toothed smiles, waving hands, and roaring laughter. He was tall, very well built, and tawny skinned, dark coils of hair bouncing as he talked animatedly. Beast could see a few scars scattered across his exposed skin, a large one over his eye, and plenty of dents and scrapes all over his armor. Clearly he was a seasoned fighter. About what she expected to see in a dungeon. He’d make a fine opponent… she’d have to keep an eye out for him on the field. Next to him was a man just a tad shorter, with well kept, sleek black hair and light skin. An eyepatch covered his left eye, his remaining good one half lidded and clearly in the middle of an eye roll. Green seemed to be this fellow’s theme color, every bit of his clothing a different shade- from his tattered cape to pristine gloves, his loose long sleeve shirt to toned leggings- even his boots would’ve matched the leafiest trees. He didn’t look like he was enjoying his company, but honestly, he resembled the kind of shady guy she’d run into in the back alley of a bar. Not exactly the most social type. But hey, he fit the bill of a fighter too- maybe just an underhanded one. Next in line, though, was when she started getting confused. With a gray sweater vest over a white button up shirt, slate bowtie, gray slacks, light business shoes, and chalky skin, the next contestant looked a lot more suited to an office than a battlefield. Hell, she looked right out of a black and white film. If it weren’t for the bright turquoise of his eyes, she would’ve thought he’d jumped off a newspaper. Their short, slicked back white hair and pale yellow pencil behind their ear made her think of her interviewer. She was even talking with the others, nodding politely, but… not taking notes. Or shuffling papers. Or doing more than acting like he was precisely where he was supposed to be. What sort of fighting did they do? Filling out tax forms? Beast bit back a scoff, letting her gaze slide to the next person. She was all shades of yellow and orange. Short and stocky, but clearly full of energy, with blonde hair in an undercut, sides and back buzzed to fuzz. The front haloed her head with curtain bangs. Freckles dusted all across her tan skin. Her dark orange bandana matched the frames of her thick rimmed glasses. High waisted maroon cargo pants, patched knees, overflowing pockets, maroon fanny pack… she looked like one of the scrap pickers Beast would spot lurking around junkyards. The wide eyed wonder and rapid fire questions reminded Beast of a scientist. Interesting combo… probably a tinkerer of some sort. Ok. At least she fit in more than business bow tie beside her. And then- oh gods. As if rivaling the blue fighter for volume wasn’t a feat in and of itself, the last girl’s outfit screamed showman almost as much as the Lady’s. Purple cape, dark high heeled boots, a short purple one piece jumper, and tight purple leggings, all topped off with a tall black witch’s hat. Her long puffy brown hair cascaded perfectly past her shoulders, her makeup as pristine as a model’s. What must’ve been at least twice a minute she looked down at her phone, laughing or snapping a picture or something. Beast felt her lip curling in utter annoyance. They had one of those selfie-stick toting, flower ripping, forest disrupting ‘influencers’ in here?! What did she do, snapbook people to death? Or, whatever the new chat thing was? From how jovial and enthusiastic she was in interacting with everyone else, it was a wonder she wasn’t up there announcing with that damn Jester. Yeah, no. She didn’t want any part of this group. She had to get the staff member to take her somewhere else. “Hey-“ she reached out and snagged the staff member’s shoulder, stopping them in their tracks. She didn’t miss their fearful flinch before they turned around. She brushed it off- being scary is a good thing- fixing them with a serious glare. “Do I need to sit over there? Can’t we go somewhere else?” “I’m sorry ma’am- the contestants have to sit together,” the crew member explained. “… the contestants?” She echoed blankly. The staff member just stared at her. Slowly, she looked between them and the loud table. Oh. Oh gods. That was her competition?! “Oh c’mon, there’s gotta be an empty table I can snag!” Beast groaned. “Do I have to sit there?” “Y-yes, ma’am. There’s a seating chart-“ “A seating chart?” Beast scoffed. “J-Just for the contestants, ma’am,” they murmured. Beast let out a low growl. The staff member looked away, seeming to shrink in on themself. “W-we have information to pass on to you all, a-and it’s easiest to do it when you’re all together during m-mealtimes.” “… fine. Whatever,” Beast huffed. “I don’t care.” ‘I just need to stick it out during meal times. That’s it. I can do that.’ As Beast closed the gap between herself and the table, she let her gaze harden to rock. She wasn’t about to be friendly. She wasn’t even about to be polite. She was here for food and information. That was it. But that didn’t stop everyone’s eyes from shifting to her. Their conversation paused awkwardly as she slowed to a stop. Her tail twitched- once, twice- ‘stop looking at me stop it stop it-‘ and eventually the staff member gave a soft cough. “This is the Beast- your last fellow contestant,” they explained, “to reiterate: the Lady has a few more bits of information for you all before you can retire to your rooms for the night. Please remain here until then.” They gave a stiff bow, not meeting anyone’s gaze. “Getting acquainted is… encouraged… but not required. Her favor be yours.” And with that, they skittered off, getting lost in the buzzing crowd in an instant. Beast didn’t get another second to steel herself before the group started talking again. Only this time, they were talking to her. “Hey hey there miss!” The blue one beamed, getting up from his seat. “Glad to finally meet you!!! We haven’t been waiting too long, don’t worry- how far along did you get?” “None of y-“ “The beast- what a title!” The purple one gasped, clapping her hands close to her cheek. “Sit down, sit down- I bet you’re hungry! We can do introductions again in a second!” “No, it’s-“ “Uh, guys, we need to make some space for her,” the yellow one spoke up. She adjusted her glasses sheepishly, flashing beast an apologetic smile.  “We’re sorta taking up the whole table.” “Good, i-“ “Oh, not to worry- she can have my seat,” the gray one said gently. Their tone honestly disarmed her more than anything- so matter of fact and measured, not at all like the volume and pep of the others. Yet somehow still soft? They rose from their seat, and beast shook her head, intent on denying that she needed one before- “No no, don’t worry dude,” the blue one chuckled, “I got this!” And without batting an eye, he hefted up a nearby chair with one hand, setting it down right in front of her. “I don’t n-“ “Waste of strength,” the green one mumbled, just loud enough that beast could catch it over the cafeteria din. And for the first time, she was inclined to agree with a fellow contestant. Her gaze snapped to him, searching desperately for a sign that he could leave any time he wanted- because if he could, then she could- but to no avail. All that met her was a frigid dagger-like glare. No way out. No way through. Only noise, and people, and closeness, and noise, and people, and a hand on her back- “Here, I’ve got your chair pulled ou- AUGH!” A sharp cry of pain. And everything was quiet. Suffocatingly so. … it took beast a moment to realize she tasted blood. In what felt like slow motion, her other senses trickled back. Her chest heaved with labored breaths. The fur along her spine stood on end. She could feel her muzzle twisted into a vicious snarl. The buzz of the cafeteria came back, albeit… much quieter. Like birds in the wake of a gunshot. White lost its grip on her vision, clouds parting into something coherent. Now she could take in the scene before her. She had moved. Only a few steps, but she was practically on top of the table. Her head was twisted to one side awkwardly, and everyone at the table was staring at her in shock. The yellow one was half out of her chair, horrified eyes over a half open mouth. Some hastily built gadget was halfway out of her pocket, but she didn’t dare remove it fully. The gray one hadn’t moved, just frozen on the spot. Their hands were clenched tight enough to turn their knuckles white- impressive with the pale shade of their skin. The purple one’s phone had vanished. Presumably dropped on the floor. Her hands were clasped tightly over her mouth, as if holding back a scream. The green one’s gaze had shifted from a glare to a quiet look of surprise. If she were reading into his look, she might have seen intrigue. Then there was the blue one, who- … Who’s arm she’d evidently sunk her teeth into. Oh. With a low growl, Beast released blue’s arm, pulling back to wipe at her mouth. He moved back fast, grimacing for just a moment as he scrambled for some napkins. Deep red stained her muzzle like rust, and she quickly licked the remains of blood off her teeth. She’d bitten him hard. He’d need more than napkins. “Don’t. Touch. Me,” beast hissed softly. Narrowing her eyes, she cast her gaze across the rest of the table. Just daring anyone to talk over her now. Nobody did. “I’m not here to make friends. I’m not here to shake hands and have fun. I’m here to win. So leave me the hell alone, unless you want me to maul you. Understood?” A round of nods from yellow, gray, and purple, green only giving a short hum of confirmation. Blue mumbled something like ‘yes ma’am,’ wincing as he gingerly prodded at his arm. “Good.” With that, Beast sat heavily in her chair. She crossed her arms over her chest, giving everyone a challenging glare. None of them met her eyes for more than a second. Instead, she watched them scoot their chairs a bit farther from her, their conversation resuming in wary, hushed whispers. This prompted a snort. Rolling her eyes, she just leaned back in her chair, determined not to pay them any more mind. But her traitorous ears kept flicking back in their direction. “… ok? She really got you…” “… what’s her problem? Why did she do that…?” “… i’ll be fine… just means boundaries around touch, it’s ok…” “… call someone? Healer’s, perhaps…?” “… steer clear of her for now, not worth the extra damage…” She didn’t care. She didn’t care. This is what she wanted, right? For everyone to leave her alone? Yes, of course it was. She didn’t need friends. She didn’t need anyone. She just needed to win, get her wish, and go home. … so why their words were like little stings against her hide? She shook it off. ‘Focus.’ Maybe she’d try and catch a whiff of the food. See what they were having. Yeah, ok. That would work. Beast had just barely lifted her nose to the cafeteria scent when a familiar jingle sounded off behind her. All at once, her gaze and everyone else’s snapped toward the noise. Various expressions of surprise floated up from the group. It was the Jester. “Well well well, if it isn’t my lovely friends from the arena!” Jester grinned. They gave a little bow, hat jingling as they swung back into a jaunty stance. They looked clean and polished as ever- no sign of the earlier beating Beast had given them. Not even a scab or scar from her slashes, or a sickly haze from her poison, or even a patch in their sleeve. And from a quick glance at the other contestants, it seemed she wasn’t the only one surprised to see them on their feet. “Er- good to see you up again, Jester,” the yellow one smiled hesitantly. “Are you feeling alright? You went down hard in the arena,” the gray one chimed in. “I was worried after how many of my spells landed,” the purple one sighed apologetically. The green one just watched, a flash of interest and what was probably a dash of respect in their eyes. “Oh, man, you’re really a trooper! Glad to see you walking around!” The blue one spoke up, smiling even as he stuffed more bloodied napkins on his arm. “…how many of us did you fight today?” Beast asked softly, awestruck horror prickling at her spine. Jester just grinned wider, waving a hand at them all. “Aww, pretending to care is sweet, but you might wanna save it for yourselves,” they giggled, winking. “It takes a lot more than six contestants to knock me off my feet!” They laughed again, the sound souring like old milk. Yellow and purple tried to laugh as well, everyone sharing a look. Well. At least they all had the sense to be weirded out by this guy. “Anyways, why aren’t you all worried about that?” Jester asked, jabbing a finger in blue’s direction. Beast felt her cheeks grow hot under her fur as they sauntered over, taking his arm and swatting away the napkins without a second thought. Rivulets of red were still dripping from the bite in his forearm. The little divots from her teeth didn’t look so small now. They looked deep. Vague annoyance flashed across Jester’s face, smile twitching like a cat’s tail. “Did they not take you to the healers? With a wound like this? Sheesh- I gotta have a talk with cleanup.” “Uh- no, no, they did! I just- uh- Y’know, uh,” blue stammered, like he was floundering for an excuse. He was looking everywhere but her. Was he- was he trying to cover for her? Oh hell no. This was her doing- her viciousness. Everyone should know it. ‘So they can stay away.’ “That one was me.” Everyone looked over at Beast at her sudden interjection. She shrugged, trying not to squirm under all those eyes “What? It was,” she growled. “Healers were fine.” Licking her teeth, she tried vainly to wipe away the scarlet around her muzzle. A beat of uncomfortable silence followed. “… huh.” Jester finally said. “Welp- let’s stick a pin in that for now- or, maybe a bandaid would work better.” They flicked their wrist, a green bandage like the one on beast’s cheek slipping into their hand. They unceremoniously slapped it onto blue’s arm. He flinched at the action, but relaxed a moment later as a green haze slid over his wound. “Theeere we go. You’ll be fine in a tick,” Jester hummed. “So!” They clapped their hands together, stepping back so everyone could see them. “Lets get on with our announcements, shall we?” Clearing their throat, they reached behind their back to pull out an old timey scroll. They bounced on their heels as they read, bells jingling in time. “Any news about the dungeons and rules for new episodes- should you get past your first, ehehe- will be passed to ya during breakfast. If you wanna review what ‘heart’s desire’ you told us you’re fighting for or see your episode progress, just flag me down. If you can’t find me, ask a staff member- I’ll be right over to keep ya on the right track. Next, I’ve got rooms with all of your lovely titles on em, and a well stocked common room for you all to duke it out over the cozy chairs and snacks in!” That perked the group up. Beast in particular was keen on the mention of rooms- she’d been dying to skitter off and decompress. Preferably alone. But her hopes shattered with the Jester’s next words. “I’ll read off your roommate assignments and we’ll head over, alright?” “Roommates?” Beast blurted before anyone could answer. “We’ve got roommates?” “Well, yeah, duh,” Jester snickered, rolling their eyes. “Ya think we have a lotta rooms to spare with the crew we have crawling around?” “Well- no, but I-“ Beast sputtered indignantly. “Does anyone else have a problem with it?” Jester asked, smile twitching. “I mean, whatever works best for you guys! I don’t mind!” purple beamed annoyingly. “What she said- I can make it work,” yellow nodded. “Whatever keeps things functioning adequately,” gray agreed. “If I must,” green huffed. “Oh, hell yeah, sleepovers every night!” blue crowed. Jester met Beast’s horrified look with a smug, glassy grin. “Seems it’s settled, then~” they chirped. Beast growled low as she slumped in her seat. “I guess it is,” she shot back. But with all the venom in her tone, her hands were tied. And her stomach was too- tied in plenty of anxious knots. ‘Not weak, don’t show it, not weak, not weak,’ her mind hissed. So she kept her eyes half lidded, her expression bored. Jester seemed to take that as their cue to move on. “Ahem! So, starting off our roommate list is the Warrior and the Thief!” They said brightly. The blue one- or rather, the Warrior- perked up excitedly, casting an enthusiastic grin at green- the Thief. “Hey, we’re bunk mates!!! Isn’t that great?!” He beamed. The Thief’s answering glare was enough to bore holes through steel. But that didn’t deter the Warrior. He didn’t seem to notice the withering look, instead opting to sling an arm over Thief’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be great!!! We’re gonna have so much fun!” “You have approximately five seconds to get off me before I stab you,” Thief hissed softly. Warrior promptly removed his arm. ‘Heh. My kinda guy,’ beast snorted. “No hugs, got it! But we’re still gonna be best buds, I know we will,” Warrior laughed. Thief just stared at him, annoyance and resignation all over his face. Beast didn’t envy him one bit. “Next up, we have the Robot and the Inventor,” Jester continued. “Oh! How nice,” gray- the Robot- smiled gently. They nodded politely to yellow- the Inventor. “I look forward to our cohabitation.” “Oh!!! Hey, yeah, me too!” the Inventor beamed. Her eyes sparkled under her glasses. Seems she was hoping for this matchup. “I’ve got a feeling we’ll have plenty to chat about!” “I’d be happy to discuss any manner of topics,” Robot affirmed. But… wait a minute. That left purple by herself. Unless… Oh. Oh gods no. They weren’t gonna put her with- “And lastly, we have the Witch and the Beast!” Jester chirped. A tense silence fell over the group as Beast and purple- the Witch- stared blankly at Jester. The Witch was first to recover. “Well, um, I know it’s not ideal, but I’m sure we’ll get along,” Witch said, smiling hesitantly. “I’ll be sure to give you plenty of space, and maybe we could-“ “Good,” Beast interrupted. A smoke filled huff accompanied narrowed eyes. Gods, this was the last person she would’ve chosen- why the hell did they put her with this peppy covergirl? She hunched her shoulders as she sank lower in her chair. “Space is good. And so is being quiet.” Witch paused, an awkward giggle slipping out. “I- um-“ she tried, only for Beast to shut her down. “Just stay on your side of the room, keep the yapping to a minimum, and we won’t have a problem. Probably,” Beast growled, glancing away. “O-okay,” Witch said lamely. “… alright! Good talk,” Jester broke in. With a jingle and a mirthless chuckle, they put their scroll away. “C’mon then, my woeful wanderers! Let's get you to your rooms!” They sprung onto their hands, sliding into a cartwheel towards the hallway. Warrior was first after them, grinning ear to ear, Thief trailing sullenly behind him. Robot and Inventor got up together, already chatting as they followed. Which left Witch and Beast at the table. Witch hesitated for just a moment. Her mouth opened, a hand trailing towards Beast’s shoulder before she decided against it. She just flashed her a warm smile before heading off with the others. Beast watched them go until it was almost too late to follow. But follow she did. Laughter and chatter bounced around the hall, smiles and questions and banter slinging between her five fellow contestants, Jester’s merry jingling heading up the awful ensemble. Beast grumbled softly behind them. No food yet. A shared common room. Roommates. Ugh. She couldn’t think of a way this could get any worse.

#paradice #arty writes #dicey dungeons #dicey dungeons oc #beast dd #jester dd #warrior dd #thief dd #robot dd #inventor dd #witch dd #KEPT FORGETTING TO POST THIS. ANYWAY. i am cringe but i am free <3 #anyway check out how feral beast is

[sofhtie]

lov 2 decide random backstory things

#i’ve needed to figure out why camis never used her legend lore / contact other plane before the campaign for a While #and i think. either she truly just didn’t know enough about magic to know how it worked #or! and what i think is more fun (upsetting) #is that she didn’t Really know how to use it but once when she was younger she tried to contact other plane #she was young and didn’t know how the spell worked and didn’t think better of it. just felt like she could contact smth and wanted to Try #she was probably like. idk Small and her and nephele has heard stories of some fantastical power or smth like that #and she was like oh!! i bet i can talk to it!!! :D #so. she tries it and she fails because of Course she does she doesn’t add Anything to int saves #but she. she started this game with 12hp and probably had less when she was younger #so she was VERY lucky and ‘rolled low’ on the dice #but absolutely went down and barely avoided permakilling herself on accident. and then she couldn’t talk couldn’t understand anything #all of those spell attacks. nearly dying and then being conpetlely incapacitated for an entire day #and i think once she. eventually got in a long rest. nephele made her promise to never try that again #not that she would have anyways #and so for YEARS she didn’t attempt anything beyond the healing stuff. bc if something went wrong again.... #and it’s worth it Now. she knows a lot more about magic now she has people who can help her now but. #like 6d6 physic is So Manageable now but then? she probably Should have died #and it’s!! a lot. but fun and fresh and a Good reason for not having used that or legend lore over the years i think :] #crop #dnd hours #the thing is little kids should NOT have access to fifth levels! it’s Bad!

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐔.𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

The night is quiet, as it always has been in this small corner of Indiana, and yet this night is unlike any other. The halls were especially bare, occupied only by the melody of the generator humming as it struggled to pump light throughout the twisted maze of halls. That was, until...

BAM

The steel door rips open, colliding fast and hard with the walls withab fantastic thud. Swallowing all remaining silence along with it, was the cry of alarms that flood the hallway as he runs for his life. The man finds himself at the elevator, furiously slamming his hand against the elevator button hoping just maybe it might make the elevator come faster. As he does so, the man continues to look over his shoulder in a panic.

He knows its after him.

BOOM

He knows its close.

The man is thrilled to hear the soft ding of the elevator signaling it's arrival. Before the doors are even opened all the way the man quickly ducks through and proceeds to frantically hit the UP button inside the elevator.

The doors begin to close.

For a second he believes he just might make it. But that doesn't completely cast away the fear as he can't seem to take his eyes off of the eerie hallway, expecting it's arrival. The man attempts to calm his breathing. His hopes of escaping are growing stronger as things quiet down.

That's when he hears it.

That... Thing.

It takes every remaining ounce of courage for the man to slowly look up, but on some level, he already knows he is done for.

A low growl is heard above him followed by an unusual yet terrifying squeak.

The man's screams were cut off with the shut of the doors as he is yanked up towards the ceiling of the elevator. The man is no more.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

It's quiet. The faint sound of sprinklers outside can be heard as we wait for Mike to continue. We are all on the edge of our seats. It's already hard enough they still can't find proper seating for me since I officially joined the party, so, for now, I'm wedged between my best friend Will and my brother Dustin.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness."

Subconsciously we all slowly lean in waiting for whatever happens next.

"It is almost here."

"What is it?" Will asks suddenly, no longer capable of containing his curiosity.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

I take a deep breath in suspense. Out of the corner of my eye, Will practically throws himself back in his seat.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

Lucas speaks up, "It's not the Demogorgon." He sounds very sure of himself which gives me more confidence.

We all jump a little in our seats when Mike slams one of the game pieces down in front of us suddenly as he shouts "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

I sigh in great relief as Lucas gives a very smug and quite frankly, sassy look to Dustin as he props his elbow on the back of his chair which earns a soft chuckle from me.

"Troglodytes?" Dustin asks in disbelief.

"Told ya," I roll my eyes at Lucas despite the smile that grows on my face.

Everyone shares a good laugh, all of us relieved when my eyes meet Will's and we share a smile and a shake of the head as if silently saying 'I can't believe we were so worried for nothing'.

Simultaneously all of our smiles melt away when Mike starts looking around as he says "Wait a minute. Did you hear that?"

"That...That sound," he says softly.

"Boom... Boom," his voice is getting slightly louder with each 'boom'. We all stare at Mike expectantly, hanging on to his every word.

"BOOM!" Mike is shouting at this point as he slams his hands against the wooden surface making the table as well as all of us jump.

I always get too into these games, I realize. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. I look over and it seems when I jumped I grabbed on to the nearest thing next to me which happened to be Will's arm. Sheepishly, I retract my hand and look back at Mike in anticipation.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that... That came from something else." Mike continues.

We all look around at each other as we wait for Mike.

In an instant, Mike slams down the next figure on the board and exclaims, "The Demogorgon!"

'Yep. We're screwed.'

The silence is replaced with all of our defeated groans. Dustin sighs and says, "We're in deep shit."

Mike suddenly says, "Will, your action!"

"I don't know!" Will sounded desperate.

We're all on edge, but the boys are completely panicking.

"Fireball him!" Lucas shouts.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky." Dustin cuts in. "Cast a protection spell!"

Lucas turns to Will and says "Don't be a pussy," I roll my eyes. "Fireball him!"

At this point, Lucas and Dustin are just yelling at each other.

"Cast protection."

Our attention is quickly brought back to Mike when he shouts, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you."

"BOOM!"

"FIREBALL HIM!"

"Another stomp. BOOM."

"Cast. Protection."

"He roars in anger!"

At this point, everyone is yelling over one another; it's utter chaos, and finally I snap.

"Oh, come on, I'M tired of your silly human bickering, just let the boy roll!" It's hard to be heard over all the yelling but, by some miracle,, they manage to hear me and it's quiet for a split second as Will gets a chance to speak.

"And, FIREBALL!" He throws the dice on the table out of excitement and they go flying onto the floor.

"Oh shit!"

We all jump to our feet, scrambling to find the dice in anticipation.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas asks. "Where is it?"

Will almost sounded defensive, "I don't know!"

"Is it a 13?"

"How are we supposed to know if we haven't found the dice yet, Dustin?" I retort.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Dustin chants as he paces back and forth. I roll my eyes as I continue to search on my hands and knees.

"Mike," It was Mrs. Wheeler.

"Mom we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike exclaims.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after."

Mike sighs, exasperated and runs up the stairs.

I hear Lucas accuse Will. "Oh, my God! Freaking Idiot!"

"Lucas," I ease. "come on, it's not his fault. We were all caught up in the game. Let's just focus on- OH! Found 'em!"

I jump to my feet, pointing down at the D-20 for my friends to see and not wanting to tamper with the roll. The boys come running over and practically trampled me in the process.

"Shit, it's a seven." We all groan in frustration, especially Will.

"Does a seven count?" Will asked hopefully.

"Did Mike see it?" Lucas counters.

"Well, no."

"Then it doesn't count."

I sigh, beginning to pack up my bags and tidy up my mess knowing it was time to leave. The others do the same.

"Why do we have to leave?" Will asks sadly as we head up the stairs. "It was just getting good,"

"I know," I swing my arm off his shoulder dramatically with a sigh as we head up the basement stairs and for the garage door. "I know. But hey, just think how awesome the next one will be, eh?" I tease trying to get my best friend to smile.

|| 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Y/n has always been so good at cheering people up, I have no idea how he does it.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry we had to end it so soon." Y/n and I turn around looking at Mike.

"No sweat, Mikey." Y/n shrugs, with a smile.

I love that smile. Suddenly his arm leaves my shoulder, and I frown a little.

I sigh inwardly, I've had such a bad crush on Y/n since he and Dustin moved here in the 4th grade. He has no idea... I hope. I always admired him from afar, that is until he finally convinced Dustin to let him into the party. We were all glad to have him, Dustin can be a little overprotective is all. I'm not sure about Dustin, but as for Mike and Lucas, they know I like him. Those guys can read me like a book, and once they caught on there was no convincing them otherwise.

I'm really lucky to have them as friends. They've never made me feel bad for who I am.

"Hey, Mike? Where is Dustin?" Y/n asks.

That's a good point, I realize. He was right behind us but he hasn't come outside yet.

"I think he went upstairs to give the leftovers to Nancy."

"Oh okay. I'll just wait here then. Uh oh, your plant is dying" Y/n said suddenly, kneeling down by the withering plant by the patio.

"Yeah, that's my mom's tomato plant. That thing is hopeless. She basically gave up on it."

"Well, I might be able to help," he said thoughtfully, beginning to scan the garage. "Where do you keep your gardening- Oh, never mind!"

He quickly runs over to the shelves, retrieving some old packets and ran back over to the plant, kneeling beside it.

You can always tell when he is concentrating; he always does this cute thing where he furrows his brow and chews his lip. My stomach does a little flip when i realize I was staring again and I quickly refocus my attention on my vest zipper. I still manage to see Y/n fiddling with the the packet tonget it open, finally sprinkling the contents into the dirt before mixing it in with his finger. All the while, he mutters words of encouragement towards it. I remember him telling me one day about a study conducted on plants and how it was proved that they respond well to positive feedback, and the memory makes me smile. He was so fascinated by it; it was hard not to be as excited about it as he was when he told us about it.

Y/n stands up, brushing himself off and smiles at Mike and then me.

I kinda froze, not in panic but in awe. He just radiates warmth, and positivity effortlessly.

"What?" He chuckles as he smiles at me.

I shake my head in embarrassment and look away, zipping up my vest and getting on my bike.

Lucas just rolls his eyes at my behavior. He's always telling me to just go for it but it's not that easy. I think he's tired of my bashfulness but still understands why I'm scared.

We all look to the door when we hear it slam. It's Dustin.

"There's something wrong with your sister." He grumbles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's got a stick up her butt."

"Yeah," Lucas joins in. "It's because she's been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk!" Mike interrupts.

"Nuh-uh. She used to be cool, like the time she dressed up as an elf for our elder tree campaign." With that, Dustin headed off on his bike, followed by Y/n but not before sending me a smile and thanking Mike.

"It was a seven," I tell him, thinking back on the campaign.

"Huh?"

"The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me."

Mike seems a bit shocked at my truthfulness, but ultimately shrugs it off, nodding. I nod back.

"See you later!" I say as I start peddling away.

I catch up just in time to see Lucas bid his goodbyes.

"Good night, ladies!" He chimes.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin calls before looking over at me.

"Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic?"

Before I can respond Y/n speaks up, "and am I included this time, like at all?"

"Course not," he says nonchalantly. I shake my head, feeling kinda bad for him, but I know it's just sibling banter.

"Well then," he scoffs. "Don't be surprised if your bike tires mysteriously deflate one day, Dustin. There's all kinds of weirdos out here,"

I laugh, and Dustin just ignores him.

"Any comic?" I ask.

"Yeah!" As we are about to start we both look back when we hear Y/n frantically yelling, "Shit! DUSTIN HELP!"

I look back to see him winking at me with a smile on his face. Automatically realizing what he is up to, I booked it.

Fortunately for me, Dustin wasn't so quick. I could hear his frantic cries, "Jesus, Y/n what's wrong-? HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

There it is. Although, I was already far ahead.

"DAMMIT Y/N, IF I LOSE YOU OWE ME A COMIC BOOK!"

I can hear Y/n's laughter from here and it makes me smile. As the laughter grows more and more distant, I hear "GO WILL, GO!"

Somehow my smile gets bigger, and my legs go faster.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! I'm gonna kill you! BOTH of you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" I shout as I pass his house and take the shortcut to my own.

As I slow down my mind starts to wonder; It wanders to the campaign today. It wanders to how Y/n helped me win the race and my new comic book just moments ago. It wanders to Y/n grabbing my arm during the campaign and how I don't think I've ever blushed that hard... My mind wanders to Y/n.

Sometimes I really hate how much I like him. How I can't get him out of my head. He just has always been such a good friend to me and I just don't get how someone can be so nice, and thoughtful and-

My thoughts are cut short when I notice my bike light flickering. I look down at it in confusion. Just then it comes back on. I look back at the road and I see a disturbingly tall, ominous figure staring me down. My heart practically stops in the figure's wake.

My body reacted before my mind could; I yanked my bike right and as I cruise down the ditch, my bike topples over and I'm sent to the muddy ground. It takes me a second to gather my senses as I warily pick myself up and try and get a glimpse of what I just saw. My heart starts racing faster as I hear an alarming and indistinct growling. I'm whimpering at this point but I don't care. I ditch my bike without a second thought and book it as fast as I can in the direction of my house.

I'm sniveling and panting as I make it through the fog that covers the road in front of my house. I make it on to the porch, throw open the door, and slam it shut just as fast. My fingers fumble to secure every single lock on the door and for the first time in my life I wonder why we don't have more. All the while, Chester is barking like crazy.

"Mom?" I'm running through the house looking in every room for any sign of my mom or Jonathan.

"Jonathan? Mom?"

'Crap they must be working. Crap! No No No!'

I run back into the living room and throw the blinds over my head, wincing as it hit the back of my head. But I waste no time in cupping my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the yard to see if I can spot the figure.

My stomach drops what feels like ten stories.

I can see it in the distance right between the sheets that were hung out to dry.

It's just standing there. Menacingly. (a/n: If you understood that reference, and actually thought it was funny let's be friends please 😂)

It starts stomping towards the house.

I gasp and start running for the phone.

I hastily pick the phone up from the mount and my fingers are shaking as I try and dial 911 as fast as possible.

I can hear it ringing. I can hear the click as if someone picked up. I waste no time, "Hello? HELLO?!"

All I can hear over the phone now is static, and then a disturbing, yet familiar screech-like growl. Chester's barking is getting louder and more frequent indicating that It's right outside. I slowly peer around the corner to look at the glass window on the door and I can barely make out the menacing shadowy figuring looming outside the door. I can hear it growling from outside.

Chester's barks quickly turn into whimpers as he backs away towards me.

Then the unthinkable happens.

The chain lock on the inside of the door starts unlocking itself.

'Shit!'

At this point, I realize I'm never going to be able to outrun it so I'm going to have to at least try to defend myself. I remember the gun we keep in the shed out back and make a run for it, not even bothering to hang up the phone. I nearly trip on my own feet as I run for the shed. I make it inside and slam the shed door behind me in the process. I quickly but carefully take the gun off the wall and set it on the shelf as I scramble for the ammo. My fingers are still trembling as I fumble to put the bullets in the magazine.

Once I finally get the magazine in, I pick up the gun and aim it at the shed door waiting. It seems as though I can't even keep the gun steady since my entire body is completely tremoring, even my unsteady breaths.

It has to be close by now.

As if on cue I hear the deep growling that I've already heard twice tonight and for a couple of moments I think it's outside. But then I realize why it sounds so close.

It's in the shed with me.

It's behind me.

The fear is nearing paralyzing, but I still manage to command my body to turn around to get a look at this relentless monster. When I see it I just stand there in utter disbelief, the gun slowly and subconsciously lowering to my side in shock. I'm completely frozen in place as I stare at the beast in front of me. The hanging light bulb above me glows intensively brighter with every passing second. The last thing I see before I'm cloaked in pure white light and an unbearable chill is the monster's long arm reaching out for me.

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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angel Roll their Eyes

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me

Chapter 3: You Could Call Me Babe for the Weekend

Chapter 4: The Best of Times, The Worst of Crimes

A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I finally finished chapter 4. It is a bit longer than the others. I should probably mention that I have never picked a lock or broken into a safe before so it might not be accurate. I tried my best, though!

Chapter 4: The Best of Times, The Worst of Crimes

“So, how often do you break into councilmen’s houses, exactly?” His curious voice resonating, barely louder than a whisper, in the dark empty corridor.

She was crouched down in front of the office door, kneeling on the thick burgundy carpet. Her nimble fingers, holding the picks she’d slipped from a hidden pocket of her dress, working quickly to get the door open.

She smiled, “Often, enough.” Does he disapprove? She wondered. Probably not. He’s breaking in as well, after all. The lock finally clicked. She let out a deep sigh of relief. Kaz may have trained her well, but she knew he was a better lock pick than she could ever hope to be. He was always so calm. Unfortunately, her nerves threatened to get the better of her every time she had to use this particular skill on a job. She was glad the first hurdle was behind her, but she knew cracking the safe would prove to be even more daunting.

“Let’s go,” she said, standing up and placing the picks back in her hidden pocket.

The door opened silently revealing an elegant office. Ornate woodwork decorated the lower half of the walls. Tasteful art pieces were scattered around the room. Kaz would love this, she thought, looking appreciatively at a DeKappel mounted on the wall behind the cluttered desk. If we have enough time, I’ll take a quick peek at these documents. There might be something interesting in there.

“According to Brekker the safe should be behind that bookcase” Nikolai gestured to a tall bookcase in the left corner of the room before swiftly making his way to it. “There should be a mechanism somewhere…” He was looking for it, moving his fingers around the back of the piece of furniture. A loud click resonated. The bookcase swung on its hinges, revealing the door to a steel safe. Nikolai turned back to her, wearing a wide grin. “This is fun! Maybe I should take a page out of your book.”

She raised a questioning brow, looking in his direction, making her way to the safe. “What do you mean?”

He let out a low chuckle. “I think I’ll start breaking into Zoya’s room, move stuff around. Maybe leave a note or two. It’d be a good way to annoy her.”

“Why would you risk your life like that? I mean I don’t know her well, but I have a feeling she’s scary when pissed off.” She thought of Zoya’s blazing blue eyes. She must be gorgeous too.

“You have no idea how absolutely terrifying she can be” he mused. “but a King needs entertainment.” His grin was utterly wicked. Y/N felt her heart skip over a beat.

She smiled back. The idea of Zoya trying to murder the king amused her to no end. “Well, it’s your funeral,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Now be silent, I need to focus.” She took a seat on the floor facing the safe.

She reached for the combination dial, gently resting her fingers on it. She breathed in deeply. Contact points. This is the easy part. She slowly spun the dial listening for the telling sounds. Click. A bit more. Click.

There we go. Park the wheel. Okay. Now I need to figure out the number of wheels. Sankta Lizabeta, please, don’t let there be too many.

She started turning the dial slowly again. First turn. Click. Second turn. Click. Third turn. Click. Fourth turn. Nothing.

She let herself breathe again. Three wheels. Three numbers. Six possible combinations. She could do this.

She quickly turned the dial to the right, letting it complete multiple turns before stopping at zero. She rolled her shoulders. No time to waste, she thought, here I go. She spun the dial slowly to the left. Click. More. Click. She repeated the process over and over, starting from a new number each time. She knew lock manipulation was time consuming but Saints this was taking way too long.

She found herself wishing she’d brought paper with her. This would’ve been a lot easier if she could’ve graphed her findings as she went instead of having to memorize them. Wylan is brighter than I am. He should be in here, helping.

She finally narrowed it down to three numbers: 12, 13, and 89. Six possible combinations. She was already behind schedule. She had to try them quickly.

She tried the first combination holding her breath. It didn’t work. She could feel Nikolai’s gaze on her. She heard him fidgeting by the door.

Saints, it would’ve been so much easier if I could’ve just drilled through this damn door. We’re screwed if I can’t get it open in the next minute.

“Fuck, I wish Kaz had sent Jesper in.” She was starting to panic. Second combination? Not this one either. This was taking too long. She was too slow. She was going to fail Kaz. Even worse, she was going to fail Nikolai.

She tried the third combination to no avail.

“Why would a sharpshooter be useful right now?” He sounded mostly confused, somewhat curious, and maybe a bit anxious.

Her fingers worked quickly, turning the dial following the sequence of the fourth combination. She groaned. It hadn’t worked.

“Well, a Fabrikator would be a lot more efficient at cracking a safe,” she said simply. Only two combinations left to try. This has to work.

“Oh, thank the Saints!” she exclaimed leaving no chance for Nikolai to reply. The penultimate combination had worked. 13-12-89. This Saints forsaken sequence of numbers had finally opened the safe. She had been lucky the safe wasn’t one of the more recent models. This one had already been difficult enough to crack.

She grabbed the blueprints, quickly rolling them up. She pulled her skirts up her right thigh and slid the precious documents in the sheath safely tied there. Nikolai closed the safe’s door and locked it. They were already late. “Come on. We have to go.” She was moving towards the door as soon as her skirts had fallen back into place.

Nikolai followed suit, quietly closing the door behind them. He quickly moved aside, giving Y/N access to the lock once more. She was already holding her picks.

Her hands were shaking slightly making it difficult to lock the door. She could’ve sworn the small click of the lock was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. She had never been more relieved. She rose quickly. She was ready for this night to be over.

Footsteps rang out in the hallway. Someone was coming up the stairs. It would be hard to explain what they were doing in the deserted hallway. They couldn’t be discovered here. She looked around hurriedly but there didn’t seem to be a good hiding place anywhere close.

Nikolai turned back towards her, “Do you trust me?”

“I –” Nikolai hadn’t given her a chance to answer, his lips already pressing against hers in a passionate kiss. His fingers gripping her waist tightly. She felt her back hit the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of her lungs. Nikolai deepened the kiss, tilting her head slightly to the left. His lips brushing against hers, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip. Her lips parting slightly into the kiss. His hands were moving up her back, pulling her closer to him. It felt like his hands were everywhere. His pleasant, intoxicating smell filling her nose, dulling her brain. His body was now pressing her hard against the wall, the doorframe digging painfully into her back. Her fingers, now tangled in his chestnut locks, had somehow found their way to his hair. She felt is fingers caress the skin at the back of her neck. All rational thought was completely erased from her mind. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. A small moan escaped her throat. Her heart was racing or maybe it was Nikolai’s? She couldn’t be sure.

A small cough reached her ears.

His lips left hers, drawing a plaintive whimper from her, only to attach themselves to her neck. She was fully aware of the next moan that escaped her, loud and breathy.

Someone cleared their throat next to them. A guard was standing there, staring at them. He looked somewhat amused but mostly uncomfortable.

Oh, it dawned on her, Nikolai is giving us a cover. It felt like a cold bucket of water had been poured on her head. She tried pushing him away, but Nikolai didn’t release his grip on her waist. Her cheeks were still flushed. She had to find a way to get her wits back. She was Ainsley Ó Ceallaigh. Not Y/N Y/L/N. It hadn’t been Nikolai, King of Ravka, kissing her. It had been Eoin Ó Ceallaigh, her husband.

“My apologies. I certainly don’t mean to interrupt” the guard was sporting a crooked smirk “but this part of the mansion is closed to the guests.” He didn’t seem to suspect anything was amiss.

“No need to apologize for doing your job, my friend,” Nikolai told the guard, his tone warm. “This is all my fault. You see I just couldn’t resist my wife’s beauty.” He pulled her in to place another kiss on her lips. Nikolai was playing his role to perfection. “We’ll go back to the party. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you any further.” Nikolai’s hold on her waist loosened, his palm sliding to the small of her back. He used it to push her gently towards the stairs.

“Have a good night” the suggestive tone of the guard’s voice sent a fresh wave of blood to Y/N’s cheeks.

They heard the door rattle as they started walking down the stairs. The guard was checking it was locked. He would be able to report to the councilman that no one had entered the office. By the time Van Verent would realize documents were missing, Ainsley and Eoin Ó Ceallaigh would be long gone.

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Nikolai kept his hand pressed to Y/N’s back. She hadn’t said a word since he’d kissed her.

He knew most Grisha in Ketterdam were indentures. He had even seen the pleasure house tattoo on her left arm. Kaz had told him she was now exclusively working for the dregs but her tattoo from the House of the Blue Iris was still visible. “She keeps it as a reminder” Kaz had said. A reminder of what, though?

He’d probably crossed a line by kissing her like that. Not even giving her a chance to consider his plan. Time had been short. They didn’t have any other options. He only hoped that he hadn’t caused too much harm.

Nikolai guided her through the crowd, smiling and nodding at various dignitaries until they reached the doors leading to the garden. They should be meeting Jesper and Wylan by the porcelain cabinet, but he needed to make sure Y/N was alright first. He could feel how tense she was, her muscles stiff under his palm.

The cold air seemed to bring her out of her daze. “What are you doing? We shouldn’t be here. We should –” he could hear the insecurity in her voice.

“I know exactly where we should be.” He rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” he couldn’t quite keep the concern out of his voice.

“I’ll be perfectly fine once we get back to the plan” she spat at him. He was surprised to see how quickly she had gone back to acting as if he was the bane of her existence. He had really thought they were making progress and had almost become friends. At least, that’s what he had hoped.

She needs time. “Fine, let’s find Jesper and Wylan.” His voice was cold, perfectly controlled. He offered her a hand. He didn’t want to push, but they still had to play their part. He felt her cool fingers close around his hand.

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Wylan’s eyes were wide, probably in surprise. They were late and they weren’t supposed to be coming from the gardens. She only hoped her lips weren’t bruised from the kiss. She didn’t want Wylan to think they were late because they had been unprofessional. She knew he’d have to report it to Kaz. Wylan was by far the worse liar of the crew. He couldn’t keep anything from their boss.

If Kaz thought Y/N was compromised, that she couldn’t do her job… She knew he wouldn’t send her back to the Blue Iris. Or did she? Kaz was known to be ruthless after all. If she fucked up the job? If she wasn’t useful anymore? She’d been with the crows for a long time now. She thought of the crows as her family. But did Kaz really think of her that way too? She’d like to believe Kaz loved her the way the same way she did. She couldn’t be sure. She was spiraling. She had to get a grip. They still had to play the part.

Jesper raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She ignored it and plastered a smile on her face. “Hello,” she had to keep herself from grimacing. Her voice had been all wrong, way too high. She tried correcting it. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

She saw the look of absolute confusion in Jesper’s eyes. Wylan looked more concerned than confused. This is bad. “Ketterdam has the most surprising weather, doesn’t it?” Wylan smiled. This was the phrase they had agreed upon to convene the success of their operation.

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The party had settled down about an hour later. The number of party guests dwindling steadily. Jesper and Wylan had taken their leave about 15 minutes before Y/N and Nikolai, keeping up the pretense of only having met that night.

They were now safely back at the Hendriks’ house, standing around the table in the dining room, examining the blueprints.

“Everything go according to plan?” Kaz inquired.

“Kinda” her voice was unsure. She knew it was better to tell Kaz now. She fiddled with the hem of the tablecloth.

“What do you mean ‘kinda’?” His face would’ve been unreadable to most, but Y/N could see the apprehension there.

She felt Nikolai tense up by her side. Her mind kept travelling back to the feeling of his lips on hers. She needed to focus. ���It took me too long to open the safe. We were behind on the schedule and a guard came back to the hallway before we could leave.” She met Kaz’s eyes. “Don’t worry, the door was locked.”

“How did you explain what you were doing in a part of the house clearly closed to guests?” Zoya sounded curious.

Nikolai was the one to answer her, “What could a handsome man and his gorgeous wife possibly be doing in a deserted corridor in the middle of a party?” The sarcasm that laced his voice painting the picture clearly for everyone.

Y/N lowered her eyes, the blueprints suddenly very fascinating to her. She felt her cheeks flush once again.

“Quick thinking. The guard believed it?” Kaz didn’t sound mad. She risked a peek at him. He was looking directly at her. From the look he gave her she knew they weren’t done talking about this.

“No need to worry, Brekker.” Of course, Nikolai couldn’t leave it at that. He had to make it worse. “We made it believable.” He winked. “Also, Y/N is way too modest about her acting abilities.”

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🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #masochist writes

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Part One

Important> so this will be written in parts. An example would be: Queen Y/n’s Story. Then the next part would say Mattsun, meaning his story is next.

These will be long so i appreciate and love who decides to stick around with me on this ride. Ive never done multi endings so i hope you enjoy. (Character Bios at the bottom Link)

Tags. @squeaky-ducky @galagcica @ysatrap

Queen y/n

The sun woke you up this time. Harsh rays forcing their way in through the window, curtains swaying lightly. Tooru usually woke you up for his breakfast, he must be out already. Slowly you rose out of the cold bed stretching your arms above your head ready to start the day. You had the castle to yourself it seemed like, thats unusual for a monday.. Wonder where that King is.. Deciding you did not care you got dressed in your expensive dress with the help of your friend Millie, she was your maid and the best friend you could have.

“You look lovely Miss Y/n!” she beamed while giving your corset its final tug to tighten it.

You gasped for breath a few times and shook your head. “Oh Millie, thank you , what should we do today?”

“Huh?! Is the King away?! “ she rushed to your side jumping in place, Millie was wearing her usual maid clothes with her hair tied back in a braid. “Oh my goodness we have the Kingdom to ourselves?!”

“Must be,” you turned to go take a peak outside by the window, the village was coming to life with the sounds of people, chatter and the smell of freshly made bread. It was nice, having the Kingdom to yourself but you were not really enjoying it, as much as you wanted to . the village hated you, refused to even sell to you sometimes. A stroll around would be nice.. But maybe not today..

“Miss Y/n?” Millie rushed over bunching herself into the window too to look out . she smiled taking in the fresh smell of bread, suddenly her eyes got big with stars.

“Its nothing Millie, im just thinking. Sometimes i like to look out this window and pretend im somewhere else.”

“Do you smell that?! It smells like chocolate!!!” she shook you not hearing what you said at first.

“Chocolate? Sweets?” you stood up straight squeezing Millies hand. “Do you think?!”

“I do i do !! he must have returned to us!”

Wasting no time you pulled your friend out of your room and down the many stairs dashing past the other servants paying them no mind. You both pushed the big doors open rushing down to the village to a very familiar carriage that just got into town.

Two doors on the carriage opened, “There they are!!!!!!!” yelled a happy happy voice.

“Satori !!!!” you both yelled with glee. “Our favorite chocolatier!”

The happy red head pretended to faint at the flattery and gave you each a hug. “Oh my goodness ! i dont know what it even say!” he squeezed you both again. “My favorite customers, ive brought you many many new sweets to try, come come! They won't eat themselves!!!”

Hajime & King Oikawa.

The King had not come home to his castle , in fact he was at the Brothel all night with his favorite whores doing everything he dreamed of; everyone loved him there, he was their best customer without a doubt. The constant giggling, money falling off the bed, clothes flying everywhere was just a regular night for the King and the ladies. He had no worries here, nothing to think about, nothing to worry about. The village loved him no matter what he did, and they already hated his wife so this was fine to them. Hajime had stayed close to the brothel all night, waiting for his friend and King to be done. He had brought some papers and quills with him to write down information about other Kingdoms with him. The one in charge of the place, The Madam had always offered for Hajime to do his work inside but he always politely declined.

He was happy sitting outside , his three eyed ravens often joined him and told him new things they had found out. He was sitting comfortably till a shoe hit the back of his head.. It was going to be a long night.

In the morning Hajime went inside to see his King passed out under a bunch of women, he shook his head pinching between his eyes just taking it in. Hajime was a loyal friend , but he hoped that one day his friend would get what's coming to him.

“Oi, King, Tooru, wake up” he kicked his leg on the bed waking up some of the girls who gave him an angry look .

“Sorry loves, “ he smirked as they got up, taking the blanket with them to cover themselves. Chins high, full of attitude. “Oikawa!” He kicked again, waking up his friend.

“Gah…!!! Easy .. “ he rubbed his head and pushed his hair out of his face turning to lay on his side. “What time is it?” he asked very groggy.

“Time to be a King.” Hajime threw the royal clothes at the annoyed King and went to the door. “Ill meet you at the castle , i have some things i wanna discuss”

“Hmph, “ grunted the King as he got out of bed to dress. “Sometimes i wish i was but a lowly peasant, begging for food on the street, no responsibilities, spend all my money on the whores if im lucky, ahhh the life…” Oikawa threw his cape while holding his arm out. “But that will never be!! For i am King Tooru Oikawa!!!”

Mattsun.

The waves gently crashed against The Aoba rocking it gently back and forth. It was a fine ship, the most powerful one in the Kingdom. It won many sea battles , cleaved many enemy ships and saved its share of people. Mattsun loved this ship, it was his baby, his queen. No one could change his mind about the sea, he loved being on it, land not so much. He wanted to travel the world on this ship, live on the sea for the rest of his life.

The sound of cheering could be heard just off the docks, Mattsun rolled his eyes looking towards the village. He was laying on the side of the ship on his back watching the clouds drift by, his right leg dangling off the side of the boat. The King, hisi friend, was greeting and waving at everyone as he walked by. Mattsun rolled into his ship to his feet rolling his shoulders, he placed a hand on The Aoba rubbing gently. “Ill be back, be good okay?” his voice low and full of sadness. He hated having his queen docked. She belonged in the sea.. The open sea. Not tied up like this.. “Dont let anyone come aboard, knock em off okay?” the ship swished and it got a smile out of the man, he hopped over onto the dock taking one last look back before heading to the castle.

Yahaba & Kyotani

“Ive done it!!!” the very loud slam of metal hitting the cold stone alerted Kyotani. He looked up to see Yahaba giggling over a new weapon like a little kid, his hands hovering all around the object as if it was magic . Yahaba was a … questionable blacksmith; he loved to make things, anything! Even things he shouldn't. He was involved with the black market too and they were hsi best customers besides The King and Kyotani.

Kyotani had been laying on his back on some hay inside Yahaba’s stone home with a stray puppy on his chest just watching the clouds from the window. He was always here, if he was not here he was out thieving or fighting or walking in the woods. It was early morning and after a night of wrestling wolves he found himself here, picking up a stray puppy in the village on his travels.

The man got up with the sleepy puppy in his arms, setting it down on the ground. “Past the village, in the woods to the side of the path, is a little home , you'll see a dog there, he looks like you. “ he scratched the strays head. “There's food there,” he said. The little puppy rubbed on Kyotanis hand and rushed off barking full of happiness.

“Hound! Hound come see!!!” said the eager friend.

Kyotani rose to his feet joining the blacksmith behind his work table , he smirked at the two objects. Bracers, brand new, freshly made bracers. Just for him.

“See see ? “ Yahaba pointed to the spikes on the ends of the knuckles and poked one lightly making his finger bleed. “Now you can slice and dice! And cut! And kill!”

“I already kill” he told his friend watching him set the two bracers in water to cool off. “They look perfect, what do i owe you Yahaba”

“Hmm… ive heard the Kingdom over has rare Jade, a precious blue like the ocean”

“Consider it done.” Kyotani took the bracers out of the water to shove in his bag. “Do we have to go to that… meeting…”

Yahaba pouted at his friend and Kyotnai rolled his eyes. “Fucking Oikawa,”

“How much is the debt again?”

Kyotani shot a look at his friend, making him back up with his hands up .

“If i could kill em, i would. “ was all he said, exiting the stone home watching the passing villagers avert their eyes once they saw him.

“I know, have you met his wife ?” yahaba asked, joining his friend

“Didn't know he had one, I feel sorry for her.”

Yahaba slung his arm around his friend's neck while they walked to the Kingdom , footsteps heavy.

Queen Y/N

You had spent the morning with Millie eating chocolate and gossiping with Satori about his travels, he had been all over the world, and he always shared his stories with you , you wanted to see the world, travel, it had been your dream since you were a little girl. You still had hope that one day it would happen. A bell rang making you slump on your friend.

“Duty calls.” you sighed.

“The King must be back” Millie said, pulling you up with her.

“I can hardly contain my excitement.” you teased, giving Satori one more hug. “Thankyou for the morning my friend.”

“Always, “ he kissed your hands, giving you a happy smile.

“You turned to Millie wiping some chocolate off her cheek with a little smirk. “Well, lets go see what my loving husband wants..”

#.Heartsfic #kyotani x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x iwaizumi #mattsun x reader #yahaba x reader

[lynettethemadscientist]

MC’s Got a Gun

Concept: MC is in V’s route (Day 8) but she’s in love with Ray. Seven has rescued her and V and brought them to the cabin. After finding a shotgun, MC gets an idea...

Descriptors: Ray x MC, Ray x Reader, MC = (y/n), Alternate Endings

This didn’t feel right. V and I being safely tucked away while Ray was still trapped in Magenta. I mean, sure he chose to stay there but that didn’t change the fact that he was trapped. It made me feel sick. I just…left him. I did exactly what I promised I would never do. I abandoned him. I betrayed him. And for what? Because I was too damn scared?

Ray called me about an hour ago, desperate, begging me to come back. My heart clenched at his trembling voice. But I couldn’t say anything. Because I’m a damn coward. I was too afraid of Mint Eye to keep my promise. A fucking useless coward.

I start to tear up again and quickly return my attention to rummaging through the cabin. The others are asleep but I can’t. So I may as well look around. Anything to distract from the chasm of guilt inside my chest. He’s heartbroken and alone and it’s my fault.

The guy who owns the place seems well-prepared. There’s a lot of canned and dry goods. Some camping supplies. Some fishing gear. I open the wooden trunk that serves as a coffee table. I didn’t expect to find a shotgun. 12 gauge. Semiauto. There’s about a dozen boxes of birdshot in the trunk too. And a couple boxes of slugs. Well-prepared indeed. I shoulder the unloaded weapon. It’s a familiar feeling. One I hadn’t got to experience since moving to Korea. I missed this. I miss hunting with my dad. Sadly the respite I found in my past didn’t last long before I remembered the tender, fearful words Ray had spoken to me. I looked at the gun in my hands. My dad didn’t raise a coward. I’ve seen enough John Wayne movies to know that you shouldn’t run when things get tough.

The guilt that welled up in me completely eclipsed the fear now. I made a promise. And I’m going to keep it.

There’s a good chance this won’t work. I’ll end up dead or captured. But that didn’t matter anymore. It never should’ve mattered. The only thing that matters is Ray.

-

I don’t feel great about taking Seven’s car. It’s very valuable to him in more ways than one. I’ll just have to park a decent distance away and hope that if I don’t come back he’ll be able to find it before they do.

I place the shotgun on the passenger side. And fill my pockets with birdshot. The abundant pockets were provided by the comically large hunting jacket I found. It reaches halfway down my thighs. The birdshot shouldn’t cause lethal damage at least. I’m not looking to kill anyone. I just need to get Ray. I’m not leaving him there. Not again.

My hands are clammy against the wheel. I have to keep reminding myself to take breaths. By the time I reach Magenta, the boys will probably wake up and find the note. “I’m sorry, but I can’t abandon Ray.” It will only make sense to V, Seven will ask questions, V will refuse to answer. Him and his stupid secrets.

My heart is pounding furiously and nervousness sits heavy in my gut, but my resolve only grows stronger. Ray’s pleading echoes in my mind. I won’t fail him again.

-

I’m standing outside the front door. The sun has yet to rise. My arms and hands are thrumming with adrenaline now. This will be easy. I lie to myself. The targets are all big and slow. I just have to find Ray. The frantic beating in my chest does not subside, but the shaking of my hands does.

Gun loaded. Safety off.

1 missed call.

I open the door and enter the main foyer. No one around. It’s still early morning, most of them should be asleep.

4 missed calls.

I step softly through the building, head on a swivel, breaths slow and deliberate. I hold the shotgun in both hands, ready to shoulder it at a moment’s notice. If I can just isolate one believer who knows where Ray is, maybe I won’t have to fight an entire cult.

10 missed calls.

I hear footsteps. One pair of footsteps in the open room ahead and to my right. There’s no guarantee there’s only one person in there, but I’ll have to roll the dice. I shoulder my weapon and look into the room. One believer, in what appears to be a large kitchen. His view is obscured by his hood.

“Turn around and be quiet.” I try to keep my voice as steady and convincing as possible.

The man turns around to face the gun pointed at his midsection from about 25 feet away.

“Please…don’t,” he stammers.

“I won’t if you do as I say.”

“O-of course!”

“Where’s Ray?”

“Mr. Ray? He’s in the information room, with the Savior.”

“Do you have access to that room?”

“No.”

“Find me someone who does. And don’t try to bolt.”

“Y-yes of course!”

The timid man led me upstairs to a hallway with many doors and knocked on one. The door opened and he briefly spoke with the believer inside. Upon being coaxed out, the man noticed me standing a small distance away and his eyes widened at the sight of the gun.

I kept my voice low, “Both of you are going to get me into the information room.”

But before they could respond, another believer exited his room from across the hall.

I only hesitated a moment before I took the shot. BLAM.

“Fuck,” I muttered. The believer was incapacitated for the time being, but now the whole floor for sure knew there was a shooter in the building.

On the bright side, the two believers I isolated now seemed especially cooperative.

“Get going!” I hissed.

They hurriedly started back down the hallway.

Another believer tried to exit his room. He didn’t succeed. He did however retain consciousness despite his debilitation, and he was VERY loud.

Dammit.

I prodded the backs of my two captives with the barrel of the shotgun, urging them to hurry the hell up.

As we passed through the rest of the building, it seemed most of the believers were smart enough to stay in whatever room they found themselves in. But there were a few who tried to run or investigate. Most of those suffered crippling wounds. They’ll be fine. Their wounds are treatable. They’re probably just passed out from shock. I tried to tell myself, but I knew damn well that some of the shots I took were too close-range. The building was eerily quiet between shots and wails. Stop wandering out here. Just stay in your rooms, dammit.

The more timid of my two captives tried to make a run for it. I blew out the back of his left knee.

I thanked my lucky stars that it wasn’t the one with access to the room who decided to run.

We turned a corner and my remaining captive stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous door.

“This is the information room?”

He nodded.

“Open it.”

As my captive unlocked the door, three believers sprang out of it reaching for my weapon. They were waiting for me.

I stumbled back and opened fire. It was impossible to miss. Two believers were struck down. Dead for sure. The third grabbed hold of the barrel. And then immediately shrieked and released it. The barrel was hot. I quickly lowered it just enough to blow out his shoulder. Droplets of blood landed on my face and I winced. It was becoming very difficult to keep the reality of my actions from my mind.

My captive had apparently fled. He’d surely be back with reinforcements.

I lifted my eyes to the information room’s occupants. Rika stood stiffly next to Ray who was seated in front of a wall of computer screens, all displaying security footage. He gaped at me with terror.

It felt like a fist was closing tightly around my heart. A wave of shame came over me.

Ray saw everything. And he was scared.

I leveled the barrel at Rika and struggled to find my words. I wanted to comfort him, to apologize, but first I needed him to come with me.

I clenched my jaw. Now is not the time to cry.

“Ray, I’m here to rescue you. Let’s go.”

“Please…don’t shoot my Savior…” he begged.

“I won’t as long as she doesn’t move. Now come on. I’m getting you out of here.”

“But…” Ray glanced at Rika “I can’t leave.”

“You can. I made sure of it.”

“No!” He started to plead “I can’t survive out there.”

“You will. I’ll help you. Please, Ray. I’m not leaving without you.”

“You can just stay here! Please!”

“Ray, we don’t have time to argue. Lets. Go.” I hated speaking so harshly to Ray, but there’s no telling when more believers would be here to assist their Savior.

Ray was starting to tear up now. He was unsure and trembling.

ANSWER

[Ray, if you don’t come with me I’ll shoot Rika]

[Ray please...you know what she’ll do to me if I’m captured. Please come with me.]

#mysme #mystic messenger #ray #ray x mc #ray x reader #saeran choi #reader insert #multiple endings #i finally learned how to insert the 'keep reading' thingy!

[quill-and-chalk]

Scorpia x Reader Fanfic

This is a commission for @myheyheyheystuff . I have never done an x reader fanfic before so I hope it all turned out alright. I had a lot of fun writing it, especially since it goes to a good cause.

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Here it is on AO3 as well

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25254250

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Board games. You couldn't believe you were going to play board games with Princess Scorpia.

When the bleach-blonde princess walked into your little pie shop, she had a certain confidence in her stride; she also had this sparkling smile that made the room glow. She seemed so different from the stories you heard, about the princess who would storm into battle, shooting lightning from her claws. This woman seemed to radiate a gorgeous softness, a softness that dared you, not to, instantly fall for her.

She made her way to the counter you were standing at. You expected her confidence to leak into her words, but instead, a blush started to creep up on her face. She began to stumble over her words and it all came out as a jumbled mess.

"Are you a pie because you look like an absolute sweetie- wait, that's not right. I umm.. I saw you the other day, and I thought you were pretty, and- did that sound creepy? I wasn't walking around just looking for pretty women..." Scorpia seemed to lose her train of thought. You could see her nervously searching for it, mentally begging for it to come back.

You couldn't hold back the light giggle that escaped your lips. Your eyes shined with joy as you watch the warrior princess stumble over her words. This small laugh caused Scorpia to stop for a moment, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to collect her disordered thoughts.

"Would like to go on a date with me? We could..." She paused as she realized she didn't expect to make it this far, "Play board games..." Her smile turned awkward as she waited for your answer.

"I would love to go on a date," You said as you tried desperately to avoid a giggling fit. The Princess Scorpia, a hero of the rebellion, is awkwardly asking you out. It honestly felt like you were walking through a dream, scared that you would make the wrong move and wake up from the fantasy, "I close shop at six, are you free then?"

Scorpia's face went from an awkward smile to an elated surprise, " uh- Ya! I am definitely free then!"

The door to your pie shop then opened as actual customers began to walk in. They seemed to stop their conversation when they noticed the Scorpian Princess standing there, all of them seemed to be astounded that the monarch would visit the little pie shop.

"Well, I am going to go now..." Scorpia said as she shuffled past the group of customers, who were still staring at her.

Now she was supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes, and the anticipation was starting to get to you. You had closed up about thirty minutes early and tried to tidy yourself up. You didn't want to show up to your date with pie filling on your face, or flour powdered across your dress. You tried different hairstyles in an attempt to look casually gorgeous, but instead, you just decided to wear your hair down. You let the curls and waves of your hair fall where they may because trying to style it any other way was way too time-consuming, and you didn't have time to spare.

You began to fix the little things when the door opened to your little shop. A blushing Scorpia was standing in the doorway, a game of monopoly in her claws. She chuckled and looked down at the iconic board game, "I didn't know what you liked to play, so I thought monopoly was a pretty safe bet."

"Monopoly is one of my favorites," You say as you lightly grab her free claw. You lead her to a small table that you set up for your game night. A white table cloth draped over the table that had been used for customers just an hour before, the only thing that decorated the plain table where two slices of apple pie.

"I figured you would be hungry," You say as you motion towards the pies.

"Dang, if I would have known I would get free pie then I would have asked you out a lot sooner," Scorpia chuckled as she set down the monopoly board. She rubbed the back of her neck as a rosy tint started to stain her cheeks. You could tell that she was trying to hide it, but it was no use.

You went to go unpack the monopoly board but Scorpia stopped you, "You know we don't actually have to play board games... right?"

"Then why did you suggest board games?" You ask with a small smirk.

"Cause, I honestly didn't think that far ahead. I just said the first thing that came to mind," Scorpia gave a weak laugh, her eyes now avoiding yours.

"I think you're just scared you'll lose," You say as you open the monopoly box, pulling out a small silver dog. You feel the small piece of plastic in-between your fingers; little did she know this was your lucky piece.

"Pffft," Scorpia said as she finally took her seat, "You're talking to the regaining monopoly champion. I'm not scared of a challenge."

"We'll see about that," You remark, setting up the pieces.

You played for a good two hours. You laughed about misadventures Scorpia went on with her friends. You told her little tales of what went on in your pie shop.

"It's really not interesting," You commented, "I mean its nothing compared to you saving Etheria,"

"I find it interesting," Scorpia said as she slowly moved her chair closer to yours. You start to notice how she has been moving her chair ever so slightly, not that your complaining.

Every now and then you would lightly touch each other. It would always be on accident; both of you would reach for the dice, or you would gently graze the others arm as you grabbed for a card. Each touch made you feel warm, and it started to become less and less of an accident as the game went on.

Soon the sun was disappearing under the trees and the two of you had almost finished the game.

"I just need to pass go," Scorpia said. She was down to her last few dollars, but she still hadn't made it past your boardwalk. She shook the dice in her claws, "Anything but seven. I need anything but seven."

She let the dice escape her claws and watched as they rolled across the table. One landing on the number three and the other on four. Her smile faded as she realized that she had been defeated.

"I declare bankruptcy," Scorpia said as she hung her head low, which caused you to give a small cheer.

"What happened to you being the monopoly champion?" You said with a giggle. You both teased each other a bit before the room quieted down. You find yourselves looking into each other's eyes, her amber eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight that entered through the window.

Scorpia looked at the sparkling night sky before it seemed to click in her mind how late it was. She looked at you one last time, seemingly debating something in her mind, before she said, "I guess I better get going."

You help her put away the monopoly board, hands still managing to draw a little to close to each other every now and then. When it was all pack up she looked at you and gave you her signature smile, " That was fun!"

"Ya, let's do this again," You both take a moment to look at each other. She seemed to be studying your facial expressions. Suddenly her claw was caressing your cheek and she leaned into to get closer to you.

You were only a couple inches away when she whispered, "Can I kiss you?" There was a certain nervousness to her voice, it was clear she was trying to hide it, but it peaked through anyway.

You gave a small nod before the princess closed the gap between your lips and hers. The kiss was short and sweet, and butterflies filled your stomach. Yet despite being so nervous, you were a bit disappointed when she pulled away.

The room was filled with a warm silence. Scorpia gave a small chuckle before grabbing her monopoly board and making her way towards the door.

"Hey, are you free this weekend?" Scorpia asked as she was already one foot out the door, "Cause I would REALLY like to see you again,"

"I have Sunday free," You say as you try to hide the rosy tint that's crawling up your cheeks.

"Great, see you then," Scorpia said as she made her way out of your shop. You had a big smile on your face that you just couldn't get off.

You headed to the upstairs of your now quiet little pie shop and made your way to bed. The dreamy feeling that was with you the entire evening started to settle in, and it started to feel more and more like reality. You fell into a blissful sleep as you remind yourself that the date you just had wasn't a dream; it was, in fact, very real.

And you had another one planned for Sunday.

#adora #cartoons #she ra #she ra s5 #spop #spop memes #she ra meme #fanfic #fanfiction #blm art #blm ally #commisons #writing #scorpia x reader #writer

[kirksfattitties]

okay here’s more about the tos crew playing dnd au/hc/whatever

mccoy: dungeon master. grumpy old fuck, perfect for keeping players in line and not taking any bullshit. also creative and funny and would think of interesting storylines.

kirk: human paladin (oath of devotion). really loves the roleplay aspects and REALLY gets into character. always talks about how he can’t break his oath. tries to talk his way out of situations but it usually doesn’t work and he ends up getting hit, but that’s okay because his character can put up a good fight. also keeps flirting with npc’s but strikes out

spock: half-elf wizard (school of necromancy). spock originally didn’t want to play but jim convinced him saying it would help him understand human interactions and get to know his coworkers better. he also said that there was math and strategy involved which intrigued spock. spock picked a wizard because he admired how wizards gain magic from studying (nerd). he SAID he picked necromancy because it’s “an intriguing concept” but everyone knows it’s because he’s goth. he picked half-elf in an attempt to humor his human friends (it worked and they laughed). found the roleplaying difficult at first, but has gotten the hang of it now. his character keeps almost dying because wizards have shit health (bones teases him because a NECROMANCER almost DYING). also memorized the entire rules books and holds everyone to them. also helps everyone with Dice Math. also YES he has a familiar and YES it’s a black cat.

uhura: tiefling bard (college of creation). amazingly good at everything. good at roleplay, good at combat, and makes really good plans. usually suggests being The Distraction in whatever plan they do. about 80% of her rolls are Really High and bones keeps accusing her of cheating, but spock made some nearly-perfect balanced dice and she tried them out and rolled two 20’s and one 19, so basically everyone concluded that she’s just lucky. also flirts with all the npc’s but actually scores with them (unlike jim’s character). spock lends her his vulcan lyre so she can play music to sing along with. she also has a book of little poems she’s written (for bardic inspiration and spellcasting) but she can also come up with them on the fly pretty well.

sulu: human rogue (swashbuckler)/fighter (samurai) multi-class. LIVES for the fighting and also tries to show off and do cool flips whenever he can. has the highest kill count in the game and hasn’t yet been knocked unconscious. whenever the roleplay or the planning gets boring he’s just like “can i hit something now?” (the first time he said that, bones was like “ok” and had a dozen goblins ambush him, but sulu singlehandedly killed all of them. bones didn’t do that again.) also rolls his eyes when people ask for a rest. (it’s all just performance though, he actually likes the stories that bones makes and likes playing with everyone)

scott: rock gnome artificer (artillerist speciality). he keeps trying to make a phaser inside dnd, which is kinda(?) possible. he accidentally (“accidentally”?) makes a lot of things explode. his character always has some type of alcohol on him (scotty uses this as an excuse to bring alcohol to the sessions, bones usually doesn’t start drinking until someone does something dumb and scotty will slide him a glass). he’s usually with sulu on the “can we fight now?” train, but he has shed a tear or two when some genuinely touching roleplaying stuff happened.

chekov: satyr ranger (fey wanderer). his character’s feywild gift is “fresh, seasonal flowers sprout from your hair each dawn” because why the fuck not? his character is quite literally a party animal, but knows when it’s time for business (well, at least most of the time). chekov keeps pointing out random things and has his character say that it was “inwented in the feywild” (the first time he did that, bones stole scottys drink and drank like half of it). bones started calling chekov’s character “the kid” as a pun (“because satyr... goat... kid.... baby goat..?”) and no one laughed but then later on chekov made a joke and said “i’m just kidding” and everyone laughed (except bones [okay, and spock but you could tell he was amused that bones was mad]). chekovs character is not really “good” at too many things, but he keeps everyone laughing (or annoyed). chekov usually rolls pretty low and they’ve written it off in canon as his character being very clumsy. he’s often in need of saving from the other party members. the kid’s a pretty great shot tho

rand: human warlock (pact: the great old one). rand doesn’t play every session (she’s usually busy), but when she does it’s really fun for everyone. her character is really op and always bringing out some unexpected spell or feature or object. despite being a powerful and intimidating warlock her character appears very flamboyant and flouncy. her character is very nice but can also be very ferocious.

chapel: water genasi cleric (life domain). CONSTANTLY fixing people up. about half of the time, it’s spock and/or jims characters trying to save each other and she has to heal them (bones is like “now you see what I have to deal with”) and the majority of other times it’s chekovs character. her character is also the Mom Friend and helps all the other characters with their Issues (because they all have Tragic Backstories). Her character is the only one without a Tragic Backstory and her backstory is basically just “i wanted to heal people and make the world a better place :)”. she’s basically everyone’s favorite played character and she can Do No Wrong (even when she definitely does do something wrong).

#long post #dnd au #shitty aus #might fck around and write this

[jasonrae117]

Night at the Wayne Casino

Part 1

Word count: 1,732

Pairings: Damirae

Rating: Mature/eventual NSFW

Casino AU

The first night he saw her casually playing at one of the craps tables. She had been placing sloppy bets and then somehow hitting is big within a few more tries. He strolled by, inspecting the table, the dice, her, but he came up empty handed. It didn't make sense. Or maybe it did and it was luck for the beautiful woman. He hadn't seen her at this casino before nor any of the other ones he worked at but there was something off. He received the tip from the surveillance guy, Tim Drake. While he wasn't particularly fond of his coworker, he had never been wrong on one of his calls. Drake felt something was off too. 

"Jon, I'm going to run a sweep of the Titan room. Keep eyes on Lucky and report any suspicious activity immediately." Damian made his way to the other side of the casino for his regular walk of the floor. He couldn't be distracted by the suspect and leave the rest of the casino unguarded. 

Damian took his job very seriously. He was head of floor security and he had been protecting his father's casino since he'd been eighteen, five years later and he was the best of the best. He trained hard in many forms of combat to be ready for anything and he regularly kept up on psychological studies to better inform him on the subtle tells of body language and master mental manipulation to make him the best man for the job. His father was skeptical of putting his son on this task instead of on the business side of things. Damian excelled at analyzing profit margins and cutting expenditures where needed that would make the casino run more efficiently, but he didn't get the same satisfaction as he did when he caught a con. 

His floor partner, Jon Kent, was both his best friend (not that he had any other friends) but also his right hand man. Where he lacked in focus sometimes, he made up in enthusiasm and physical strength. Jon was sometimes too nice for the job and would often question Damian about the tactics he used to get information out of people or even if the suspects themselves were suspicious at all. The man was still good at his job albeit still somewhat inexperienced. 

Damian stopped by the surveillance room to have a word with Tim before continuing his sweep. Tim looked focused on the many monitors in front of him, sometimes muttering into his walkie to guide one of the other security teams. There were already three empty cups of coffee and another in his hand. Damian scrunched his nose at his coworker's unhealthy caffeine addiction. 

"Drake." 

"Woah, Damian scared me there."

"You can't be very good at your job if you didn't hear the keycard chime or the door opening." Damian narrowed his eyes, he was not one to play games.

Tim rolled his eyes. "Easy Damian, I was kidding. What do you need?"

"The suspect 'Lucky'. When did you deem her to be a potential threat?" He walked further into the office and started looking over the monitors.

Tim spun in his chair to another desk and picked up a notebook. He flipped through the pages until he found the notes he had on the woman. "Let's see. Attractive woman, fair complexion purple dyed hair, sexy powder blue dress, not wearing underwear….didn't need to say that out loud." He mumbled the last bits to himself. 

Damian snapped around, his temper starting to flare. Did Drake think this was a joke? "I didn't ask about her appearance or your sexual attraction to her. I asked when she was deemed a threat Drake." 

Tim nervously chuckled and turned the page. It seemed that he had taken quite a few notes about her appearance. "Here it is, 7:40pm. She had been previously seen roaming the rooms, never staying at a table for too long before moving on. She won or broke even 12 of the 15 times she played. Her behavior was what threw me. When she won she had almost no change in emotion, like she expected the outcome every time. She also made eye contact with every single camera over the course of 3 hours."

"Did she have a particular game she played most? Did she have anyone with her?" Damian snatched the notebook out of his hands and continued reading the notes.

"She spent a lot of time at the black jack tables. And fortunately nobody came in with her." Tim unabashedly grinned.

"Why is that fortunate?" Damian didn't even look up.

"Uh..because that means she's fair game, she's single, flying solo."

Damian looked up and glared. "She is suspected of conning our casino. Your only thoughts of her should be when and where she'll strike harder."

"Oh I know where I want her to strike harder."

"This conversation is over. Report any new information." Damian turned on his heels.

"Was that what this was? A conversation? I always felt like I'd be more excited when this day came." Tim stroked his chin looking amused.

"Shut up, Drake." Damian called over his shoulder before walking out and slamming the door behind him. Was he the only one that took his job seriously? 

Damian crossed the casino floor to the Titan room, which was known for lower stakes bets. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his current number one suspect leaned casually against the side of a slot machine occupied in conversation with the oncoming bartender, Jason Todd. That imbecile was a constant flirt and would cost the casino thousands by giving 'hot' women free drinks and sneaking himself and his budding freebies too. It looked like Damian's suspect was Todd's target and Damian was pissed.

He stayed back watching their interaction for a few moments to see what the woman was playing at. She seemed to be too intelligent to fall for any of Todd's bullshit, so she must be the one playing him. Todd had one arm propped up on the machine just above her head and the other was toying with the spaces her dress left. Damian swallowed and an unwelcome heat rising to his cheeks and somewhere lower. 

The woman was attractive, there was no denying it. Her skin was ivory and it contrasted well with her shoulder length raven hair. Some strands were dyed a dark purple hue but blended well within the black and was only noticeable when the light reflected off it in just the right way...classy. Damian was accustomed to scantily clad women, short dresses were almost the dress code in Las Vegas and more importantly in the Wayne Casino. Women from all over knew how handsome the owner is and would try anything to be noticed. 

This woman's dress, although it was borderline slutty, something he despised, Damian couldn't help basic emotion of lust flow through him as he took her all in. Damn it, Drake was correct once more. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her powder blue halter dress had a deep v-neckline that showed her full breasts through thin strands that were corseted over the opening. He knew how Drake had come to the conclusion that she had no underwear on, the sides had the same corset look but with a wider gap between the sides of the dress and wider ribbon, this showed much of the skin of her hips and ribs with no obstruction of panties or a bra. The bows at the bottom reached mid thigh,  allowing her smooth shapely legs to remain on display. Her silver strappy heels elongated them even more so and added to her height, she couldn't have been taller than 5'5" without them. The material of her dress looked soft and expensive, not like the cheap clothes most other women here wore. The dress hugged her alluring curves perfectly and made her look like a fucking goddess. 

Damian mentally berated himself for eyeing his prime suspect like that. What annoyed him more was that he didn't want Todd to touch her like he was. Jason's fingers traced the pale skin in between the gaps of ribbon on her hips, leaning in and whispering something in her ear and making her blush and smirk. She reached up and smoothed the collar of his button up shirt, saying something softly back earning a returned smirk from Jason. Jason slid his fingers beneath the ribbon and under the fabric covering her ass. He could see the bartender's attraction to the woman too easily from the way the fabric of his pants stretched. Pathetic. Damian's blood began to boil. Not only was this against policy but that woman was his. His suspect...someone that shouldn't be getting special treatment. 

Damian heard the click of his earpiece as Drake's voice rang through. "That damn bartender. How does he always get so fucking lucky?" 

"Drake, focus. She's under surveillance not available to win her heart. Get back to work and only use this line of communication for work purposes only." Damian growled at him. The other line went silent and Damian refocused himself too. He was about to stop the inappropriate behavior but it seemed that he didn't have to.

He had thought the woman was about to lean up to kiss Todd placing her hand on his chest and he looked ready for it. However, she instead firmly pushed Jason away, cocking her hip and folding her arms. She said something that made Jason's eyebrows fly up and a flush of embarrassment cross his face. The woman cast a glance downwards before casting another remark at him as she patted his shoulder and turned on her heel. 

Damian was shocked to say the least. He had never seen any woman turn Jason Todd down and leave him looking like a wounded puppy. He heard Jason call out to the woman but she made no move to acknowledge him. Suddenly the woman was walking right past Damian slowing briefly to look him in the eye, a playful smile on her pretty lips. She reached up and touched his bicep delicately.

"Would you mind showing me where the ladies room is? I get so lost in here sometimes." Her voice was smooth and low, sultry even. What game was she playing?

Thanks for reading! This is my second ongoing story! The other is a Timrae fic❤

#damirae #damian wayne #jason todd #raven x damian #c #casino au #raven #teen titans #night at the wayne casino #tim drake #robin #robrae