So we have a dragonborn barbarian, elven rune mage, elven rogue (me), and a tiefling sorceress. We’ve decided to help the lord of the city reclaim it after a series of events caused him to lose and and came to make a report.
Bieri (dragonborn): *attempts to open locked door, decided to break it down*
Nok (rogue): No Bieri just open it. *rolls 16+9 lockpicking, goes inside* See it’s open.
Fia (mage): I thought it was locked.
Nok: it’s open.
DM: It’s a cluttered hovel, there are papers strewn everywhere and a desk shoved along a wall to the side near a bed.
Nok (ooc): I can loot the place right? *perception 17+5*
DM: you find a bottle of Dragon’s Blood Ale with gold leaf on it in the desk. As it turns out, that’s actually a thing, not a scam.
Alcohol is still illegal in this town.
Nok: Here Nell (sorceress) hold on to this for me.
Fia: I don’t think Sunama is here right now.
Nok (ooc): I can lock the door again using the lock picks right? *Nat 20*
DM: OH COME ON, I SWEAR THAT DIE IS CURSED! IT ONLY HAS TWO SIDES, YES AND TWENTY!
It should be noted that this has become a common occurrence for my rolls in this campaign.
Nok (ooc): So I lock it right?
DM: YOU DON’T JUST LOCK IT, YOU CHANGED ALL THE TUMBLERS WHILE YOU WERE AT IT!
Nok (ooc): not my problem *sneaks off, 19+9*
Later we would return to find that Susama broke his own door down when the key stopped working.
can i request a jughead imagine with the prompt, “i think i’m in love with you, and i’m terrified.”
I’m sorry it’s so short, it’s more of a drabble than an imagine!
“C’mon, Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Jughead said, but you were too busy looking around the diner, looking anywhere but at him. He had taken it too far, almost getting into a fight with Reggie, then just making a joke about it all. “It’s like you don’t care about your well being,” you said, finally looking back at him and seeing his greenish-blue eyes. He shut his laptop screen and lean forward, across the diner table. “Can we go outside and talk?” His voice was surprisingly calm, so you nodded and he packed up his belongings. When outside, Jughead turned, pressing you against the wall of Pop’s diner. “You’re right, I don’t care about myself, because I know that there’s a killer out there and I’m worried about you.” You stared up at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. The arm that had caged you against the wall, fell to his side. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Jug, I’m going to be fine but I need you to look out for yourself too.” He pulled his hand out of yours, rubbing his palms against his face. He turned his back to you and you could see his back heaving. “Jug-” you started, but your friend turned around and you stopped upon seeing the tears in his eyes. “Y/N, you don’t get it,” his voice was quiet when he spoke now, “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”
His words left you speechless. All you could do was walk towards him a wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. You felt his arms wrap around you as well, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Despite the fact and you Jughead having been friends for many years, you had never seen such a blatant show of emotion like this. You were used to his dry humor that always made you smile, but sarcasm would have never been able to hide these feelings. You felt his hands at the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. At some point during the hug, it started to rain. Little droplets fell against your hair and Jughead’s hat. You felt his shoulders shake and you pulled back to see if he was crying; but it was a smile that graced his lips instead of a frown. “Why are you laughing?” You asked, smiling at him, but he just slumped his head on his shoulder. “This is just…” he moved his head, looking into your eyes, “I tell you about how I feel and then it started to rain.” You reached up, the back of your knuckles stroking his cheek. His hand reaches up to grab yours, pulling you a little closer. You eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and you blushed when you realized he was doing the same. “Are we really gonna kiss in the rain?” His voice was a whisper, but you smiled at his tone. “I think we are,” you replied with a grin. The tips of your noses brushed as your faces grew closer. You lips met his in one quick movement and it was a flurry of emotions. His hand found your waist and yours landed on the back of his neck. You felt the rain start to fall heavier as he deepened the kiss.
You finally pulled back for air, you left him panting. You studied his face with somewhat swollen lips and you giggled at the expression in his eyes. “That was…” you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him under a rain guard near the diner. “Cliche?” You asked, taking his soaking hat off his head and running your fingers through his hair. He gave you a grin before he started to lean down again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
You stayed in the diner until the rain stopped and then Jughead started to walk you home. The walk was quiet for the most part, it wasn’t until you reached the edge of your driveway when someone spoke. “Y/N, I know that all of that,” Jughead raised his hands, “but if you don’t want to date I unders-” You cut off his rambling by pressing your lips to his once more. His hand instinctively reached for yours, holding it loosely. You backed away with a smile, “I think I love you too, Jughead.” The smile he gave you was breathtaking, but you had to go inside. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, walking towards your house. His fingers were still tangled with yours, but as you pulled away, he let go on your hand. “Tomorrow.” He whispered to himself as he walked away. He would see you tomorrow.