(For context, playing in FLGS and one beloved worker’s last day(called N). Said worker would come over once a session and roll a d20 to see if lightning struck in a relevant way. Hasn’t happened yet. Frank is the recurring name of NPCs with a generally short life span.)
Frank: I’m the luckiest man alive! Unless one of you throw me off this cliff or I get struck by lightning right now, there’s no chance of me dying! Especially not b-.
Player A: Call N over.
Player B: Oh god, you said lightning!
Player A: Yeah, he’s leaving and this will be the best call him over!
DM calls over N and has him roll with advantage to determine lightning.
And then a Twenty.
Frank is nearly destroyed by lightning, N is happy, the party does of laughter. The party favored soul finally has the chance to heal someone. Good times were had.
I won’t let that happen again - Clay Jensen x reader
Note : This imagine ain’t mine, all the credits goes to @messrmoonyimagines, she simply asked me to post it on my blog for her.
Warnings : none except a really cute love declaration
had been around three weeks since Clay Jensen had passed the tapes on
to Mr. Porter, the crappy guidance counsellor. And you knew this
because you too, were on the tapes. However, like Clay, you didn’t
deserve to be. Hannah devoted a tape about how you and Clay should be
together because you both loved each other but felt bad because it
was Hannah’s feelings that got in the way between the two of you.
When you listened to your tape you cried, even though Hannah told you
not to, you couldn’t help letting a few fears through. She was your
bestfriend, your rock. She just wasn’t strong enough to carry on. And
as much as you hated her being gone and no longer being able to go to
Monet’s for a hot chocolate without being reminded of the good times
you shared there, you realized that in the end it was her decision
and she’d want anyone to respect that. So you tried. You really tried
to respect it. There were some days, that got to be too much, when
you were just too afraid to be lonely, too afraid that Bryce might
have another roaring party and you would decide to go. But after
Hannah died, you and Clay stuck to each other like glue. You were too
afraid to address what was on your tape, however, you carried on
loving him anyway. You heard Clay in the guidance counsellor’s office
talking about Hannah, “I cost a girl her life, because I was
afraid to love her.” And it broke your heart. Hannah was wrong
about the feelings being two sided, Clay loved Hannah, not you. You
tried to let it go. You tried to get over that he was still in love
with your dead bestfriend. But one day, something was off, Clay was
shaking with nerves, stuttering and flinching every time you tried to
touch his arm to make him tell you what was going on. He was so
nervous, he eventually shouted “I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING !”
Which made you jump but gesture for him to carry on.
“I have to
tell you something because last time I didn’t and last time didn’t
end up well. (Y/N), I cost a girl her life because I was afraid to
love her.” You nodded and let a few tears trickle down the side
of your face. “But that won’t happen again. Because I swore to
myself after the tapes and this whole lawsuit mess was over, I’d
finally tell you.” You nodded, meaning for him to continue.
“(Y/N), I’m freaking in love with you! And I think, a part of me
always have been, and always will be. I never want to leave your side
because I’m too afraid , afraid that one day you’ll walk out that
door and end up like Hannah. But I can’t, won’t let that happen, I
love you. I love you. So damn much. I would throw myself off a cliff
if you asked. And the terrifying thing is, I’m not scared. I’m not
scared to love you because I think you feel the same. I’m not scared
to love you because you’re beautiful and funny and kind and amazing,
all rolled into one. And that smile, don’t get me started on that
smile. (Y/N), you’re beautiful and I love you. You’re
beautiful and I love you. So, yeah. Maybe you don’t feel
the same and this was some big mistake that I shouldn’t have done.
But damn it, I can’t be too afraid to wake up, knowing you might not
be at school when I get there. I’m not experienced in girls or
relationships, god knows I did a shitty job with Hannah. But I think,
this time, with you, I can be better, you make me better.”
had a hand over your mouth and tears were rolling down your cheeks
but you still managed, “Clay Jensen, since Hannah died, I’ve
been a mess. But you, you’ve made my soul sing and my heart laugh in
ways you can’t even imagine. Every time I see you my heart pounds in
my chest because of how much I love you.” Clay was smiling, he
would never admit it but he had a few tears in his eyes too.
do you think you’d like to be my girlfriend ?” Clay asked,
taking your hand.
of course I would.” You assured. He leaned down slowly and your
eyes met. You stared into each other’s eyes before crashing your lips
against his. You quickly put a hand on the back of his neck, running
your fingers through the baby hairs there. He smiled into the kiss
and with your other hand you squeezed his hand in yours. You pulled
away slowly and rested your forehead against his.
Jensen, I love you.”
love you too, (F/N) (L/N). More than you’ll ever know.”
A/N : Don’t forget that talking to someone can help you, so I’m here if you need. If you want, just send me a message anonymously and I’ll do my best to cheer you up :)
to (some of) the girls who built me up with clay
from sippy cups
and playground days:
1. flower girl in the yellow shorts: you are the softest shade of self and
i want to paint masterpieces from
your unapologetic way of living. let’s drive away next year to the city that chose us. of all the girls i have scoured for my reflection, i see the most of myself in you. whisper to me the ways you scare and disappoint yourself, i bet our shame and secrets are the same.
ii. fierce girl of foreign tongue: you came to us jagged from the times they broke you and scarred from the times you tried to break yourself. inject me with your courage the way you infect me with your laughter; loud opinions look good on you and i want to try them on too. most of all i love how you taught yourself to be gentle. i know it was hard to yank off the armour you welded yourself into but i hope the feeling of our love against your bare skin is worth it.
iii. girl i have loved longest: among the jewels of the world you shine brighter than all. i think kindness must be stitched deep into your soul. here is a small slice of advice (crumbs in comparison to the bakery of wisdom you offered me over cups of earl grey tea): it is not your job to save any person except yourself. you have a gift for bandaging wounds, but first pick the glass out of your own cuts. remember there are leeches out there who will cry until they suck you dry. old friend, you are not a sponge, you were made for more than soaking up the woes of others. say no when you have to, scream if it that’s what it takes to be heard.
iv. butterfly girl fluent in words and numbers, english and equations: i’m sorry that i did not get to know you better, did not hold you closer. we’ve known each other for over two thirds of our lives but for the most part we stayed on the fringes of friendship. you were always quiet. i know silence too, i understand it well. but here is a pact that should be spoken: as we forge a path into this strange new world, let us discover what it is not to hide behind the tongues of friends. let us not close our hearts and mouths out of fear.
v. enigmatic girl with the changing hair and restless heart: during my mole months i did not see daylight until i received you message. (are you okay? i miss you) i never told you but you were the only reason i left the house that week. thank-you, girl whose love folds along the equator. i always envied your ability to belong anywhere. but one humid night you admit to me that you feel lost, adrift. torn between two people who want to hurt each other almost as much as they want to love you. please know that no matter how far and long you run you will always have a home in me.
vi. tiny girl with the mile-a-minute voice: how the letters and days twist together when you are close. i love you for the way my laughter spills out, ugly and loud, when you talk. i love how deeply you care, how some memories etch themselves into the back of your skull. i did not know such passion could be contained in the entire cosmos - never mind in your elfin vessel.
vii. brilliant girl with the world at your feet: please throw me the scraps from your life. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld but that is the least of your accomplishments. is there anything you can’t do? teach me to speak like you, stitch like you, write like you, think like you, challenge myself like you, work like you, love like you. you could soar so high on the wings you built yourself, you could see things we could never dream up. my only request is that you don’t lose sight of me, waving from the tallest hill i can climb.
viii. fire-hot girl with the ice-cold eyes: you were the final one to join our circle and you made it whole. your jokes have a bite, your compliments have a kick. you could make the sun orbit you, you could make the stars rearrange themselves for the chance to shine on you. saturated girl, i know how hard it is to allow for vulnerability, to tell someone you care. sincere love is throwing yourself off a cliff and trusting the waves to cradle you, but believe me, nothing else compares.
to my eight sisters, thank-you for our seven days, thank-you for our six years // L.H.
Request: “Hello bean! Can I request a Kylo thing
where reader is a First Order medic? Maybe Kylo is injured during one of his
missions and she has to visit his private living quarters to patch him up.
Bonus points if she tries to remain professional with a sedated, out of his
mind shirtless Commander Ren flirting with her.”
Kylo Ren x Reader
mentions of needles and blood
it have to be me?” You whined for the third time. Your supervisor only
continued to push you out the door, his forehead permanently wrinkled from receiving
all your complaints.
he huffed as you finally made it to the exit of the med bay, “you’re the only
one who isn’t afraid of him.”
Kirylla does his checks ups, doesn’t she?” You couldn’t help but be insistent
on not being the one to tend to the Commander. The last time you had, it had
ended with you accidentally giving him the wrong medication in your flustered
state. Having been his usual doctor for an entire year, you decided to hand
over the task to a younger nurse who needed more training.
Max has tweeted something else incredibly cryptic. You don’t know what is going on. What does this mean. What does any of this mean. Is there a point. A single tear slides down your face as you whisper to yourself “everything is connected.” You must put together the clues.
You finally read the comics. You are excited. You finish the comic. You are not excited anymore. How did they get that bullshit from the gayest show on earth. You do not know. You flip back to the page of baby dirk and cry for three years.
It’s 3 am and you don’t know where you are anymore. You have ascended time and space. “Just one more.” You click on the brotzly fanfic. There will not just be one more.
You are emotionally compromised. You have just remembered how fucked up everyone is. You want to hug dirk. You remember that he is a fictional character. You curl into a ball and write elaborate fluffy AUs in your head. “Please…” you whisper to no one in particular as sleep finally claims you, “Validate… the sunshine man.”
You see yet another angsty post. Please. No more. You reblog it 5 times and sincerely hope there is more.
You dream of max. He is always there, looming over your subconscious. He is the voice in your head. He controls you. He is omnipresent. You start to think that maybe the universe was a metaphor for him all along. There. You have finally solved it.
Etsevez is alive in your heart but you know, deep down, that he absolutely will be in season 2. He has to be. There is no other option.
You want to throw both Todd and Friedkin off a cliff. Just slightly less for Todd. You don’t want to kill Todd. Just maybe maim him a little. Just a little. Friedkin can fucking die. You wonder why you didn’t include riggins. You remember you already killed him.
Requested: Imagine Minho being jealous after seeing you with the new Greenie. He tries to play it off cool but fails miserably.
I watched him
run into to the maze for another day of searching for an exit and avoiding
grievers. Minho and I have been dating for four and a half months now, I came
up into the maze five months ago on this exact day, being the only girl here
was horrible for the first few days, but I became fast friends with the boys,
especially Newt, Alby, and Minho. Minho and I were instantly attracted to one
another, and since I was a medjack, we fell in love through Minho’s numerous
injuries from running.
I shake my
head to clear the thoughts and walk into the medjack hut. I’m organizing a
medicine cabinet when the alarm goes off. Today is Greenie day, and because of
my caring, maternal instinct, I’m in charge of helping the Greenie feel at home.
I push through the crowd of boys and meet Newt, Alby, and Gally at the edge of
the box. It opens and we see yet another boy, he is muscular with dark hair,
and looks absolutely horrified.
into the box and lifts the boy up, “Rise and shine greenie!”
and I walk the Greenie away from the amused crowd of boys, “Welcome to the Glade
Greenie, I’m Alby, the leader, this is Newt, he’s second in command, and this
is Y/N, the only girl around this place.”
scans my body, then looks back up to my face smirking, that’s when Newt steps in
front of me, “I swear to god Greenbean, if you lay a bloody finger on her, I
will kill you before Minho even gets the chance!”
I smile at
Newt’s protectiveness, he and Alby, along with most of the other boys, have
always treated me like a sister, “I’ll take it from here boys,” I say turning
toward the new boy, “come on Greenie, time for the tour.”
I walk him through the Glade showing him every
inch of the place, “So do you remember your name yet?” I ask trying to make
pauses, deep in thought, “um…”
it’ll come to you in a day or t-”
suddenly exclaims, “My name’s Nathan.”
Nathan, do you have any questions?”
“Yeah, I do
actually,” I raise my eyebrows at him, “Who’s Minho? Newt mentioned him earlier
who is he?”
me to know, and for you to find out,” I wink then giggle.
The sun will
be setting soon, so I’m making my way back to the Glade, smiling at the thought
of seeing my beautiful girlfriend. It’s Greenie day, so we will be having a
bonfire, I know how much Y/N loves them. I run through the gate and instantly
see her, laughing with the Greenie, his eyes hungrily wander her body, and I
trip over my own two feet and faceplant into the ground.
“Shuck!” I hear
her call out, trying to conceal the amusement in her voice, “You struggling a
little over there sweetheart?” That sassy
I get up on
to my feet, trying to gather my dignity up off the ground, and walk up to Y/N
with all the pride that I can gather. I look the Greenie, who is standing
directly behind her, straight in the eye before turn back to Y/N. I grab her by
the waist, dip her down and kiss her square on the lips.
I finally look
at the Greenie who is starting back with wide eyes and walk towards him.
flustered by the kiss, I see Minho walking towards Nathan, he grabs him by the
front of the shirt, pulling him on to his toes, he looks tiny compared Minho, “If
you ever look at my girlfriend like that again I will throw you off the
shucking cliff, am I clear shank?!”
frantically and Minho walks toward the map room.
Nathan, was Minho. My wonderful boyfriend,” you say before walking away to
prepare for the bonfire.