warnings: cussing, fluff
soundtrack: out of my league — fitz and the tantrums
word count: 1,707 (so proud of myself tbh)
note: i had to unpublish this because i had to change so much stuff around, but i'm very happy with how it turned out !! i hope y'all enjoy this :p please remember to vote and request, it helps me a lot <3
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the party was sitting around a table in mike's basement. three boys and a girl wait for mike's words. "something is coming... something hungry for blood." a map is spread out between them, along with an empty pizzabox, canned cokes, and the all-important dungeons and dragons monster manual.
mike wheeler, playing as the dungeon master. he is a cute moppyhaired kid, classically good looking. the girls at hawkins would love him if he wasn't a nerd with a birthmark on his left cheek.
lucas sinclair, playing as a knight. he is small buthis loud mouth more than makes up for it. he glances towards a certain girl every few seconds.
dustin henderson, playing as a dwarf. he is a chubby kid, and he has cleidocranial dysplasia. this often causes laughs among troy and his friends, but the rest of the party is there to defend him.
will byers, playing as a wizard. he is soft-spoken, gentle and always kind to others. he is a really nice guy, and he likes jennifer hayes.
y/n, playing as a warlock. in hawkins, y/n was synonym of bad bitch. the people at school prefered smartass or a hateful comment. as you probably expect, she couldn't care less. what she did care about was the sinclair boy.
"a shadow grows on the wall behindyou. swallowing you indarkness. it is almost here." the party leans forward, intrigued. "what is it?" will questions. "the demogorgon?" asks dustin. "we are screwed if it is the demogorgon." he replies. "it's not the demogorgon." says lucas. y/n speaks up, "it will be the demogorgon." lucas turns and stares, "no it won't." she smirks, "oh, you'll see."
mike waits for them to settle down. then, he speaks loudly, "an army of troglodytes charge intothe chamber!" and he puts six figures over the table. "their tails drum the floor. boom! boom! boom!" "troglodytes?!" confusion is all over dustin's face. lucas smiles victoriously "told you so!" y/n softly punches him in the arm, "sure" she smiles at him and they stare at each other. suddenly, dustin claps in their faces, "knock it off, lovebirds, we're in the middle of the campaign." they both blush and look at their laps, fidgeting with their fingers. "anyway, it should be easy to fight them." will changes the topic, and y/n sends him a grateful smile.
the wheeler boy looks over his shoulder, and his eyes grow wide. "wait. do you hear that? boom!boom! boom! that sound... it didn'tcome from the troglodytes. no. it came from something behind them." mike slams a large two-headed monster miniature onto the map. the demogorgon. they all stare, with their mouths agape. shit. "we're all gonna die." lucas panicks. "dude, chill. it's gonna be fine"y/n wraps her right arm around his waist, placing her head on his shoulder. lucas acts calm. he isn't. they hug, waiting for the next move. "will, your action." speaks the dungeon master. will swallows. god, how much he wishes it wasn't his turn.
"i- i don't- i don't know-" "fireball him." suggests lucas. "he would have to roll thirteen or higher." y/n states. "yes, it's too risky. cast a protection spell." dustin advices. "don't be a pussy! fireball-" "lucas, no." she cuts him off. "the demogorgon is tired of yoursilly human bickering. it's stepping towards you. boom!" "WILL, JUST FIREBALL HIM! WE WILL DIE!" "another step. boom!" "lucas stop acting like erika-" "cast protection!" dustin urges. "it roars in anger-" "FIREBALL!" "PROTECTION-" y/n decides to sit back. "and-" mike begins. "FIREBALL." will says bluntly, his eyes wide. he rolls the dice. too hard. the dice falls off the opposite side of the table, and across the room, landing in front of the door.
