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i-am-hoo-iyam · 9 months

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Iiiii never ever post snd nobody even looks at my shit. But i made fizzaroli sick from sugar

Making fizaroonie sit still

“HEY HEY HEY! Who’s this your meeting with?” Ozzie shoed fizz out his office door. “Someone important. Can I have five minutes please?” Fizz huffed. “I’m goin out shopping. That way I can buy all the things I added to the list but you won’t get me.” Ozz wasn’t paying attention as he was focused on the person. “Don’t you dare leave without an escort. Hiii sorry he’s a handful sometimes. Now what were you saying?”

Fizz grabbed the nearest imp that worked for oz and ran out the door. He leapt in the car and the imp pushed him into the passenger seat. Hell would freeze over before fizz was allowed at the wheel. “Sighhhhh. Where to?” “THE MALL! NOW GUN IT!” “What about the much closer and smaller grocery store?” Fizz blew a raspberry. “That place is boring as fuck and I’m also banned from there for life. Butttttt if I got a disguise… sure why not! All I need is a disguise! Let’s fucking GO!”

While the imp drove, fizz rummaged around in the glove compartment. He pulled out a hoodie of Ozzie’s that said ‘I’m your daddy’. He put it on. He pulled the hood tight. “Perfect!”

Fizz burst into the room with five boxes of ‘hella bomb sugar flakes with dick shaped marshmallows!’ Two were already violently ripped apart and emptied. “Immmmm back!” “Yes sorry one moment. Ok did you remember the milk?” “Fuck the milk I got hot flats!(hells pop tarts)!” “The only thing. The one thing in the list. And you got everything EXEPT MILK, THE ONE THING ON THE LIST”. His neck fur combusted again. “Shit I’m sorry boss! You know me at the store”. “Aren’t you banned from the store? Sorry I have to get back to my client”. “Can I hang out with you? I have nothing better to do and you’re a fun person!” Oz sighed. “Fine but sit still and BE QUIET” he turned back to the bird noble, who was chuckling.

Fizz tore up the last three boxes of cereal very loudly and then started choking. He got on his hands and knees and coughed and coughed. Ozz sprang into action and squeezed him. The cereal spoon went flying. “What have I said about eating too fast”. He turned back to the bird.

Fizz pulled out a sex toy and pleasured himself. He pulled out a mic and started singing. “I’m fizzeroli! My money be rollin! Y’all be falling behind while I’m on the fucking STAGGEEEEE” “SHUTTHE FUCK UP. BE QUIET OR GET THE FUCK OUT”. “Ahem sorry sir I’ll practice my act later”.

Fizz pulled out a pad of paper. “Those lyrics suck anyways. Hmmm every inch of me is on fire… I’m your deepest desire… thst sounds more like a song for my boss. I’m sure oz will love it!” He scribbled away in the corner.

Sugar. SUGAR. SUGAR FUCKING RUSH. That’s what five boxes of cereal will do to you. Fizz shot straight up in the air and ran around the room. “HOO HOO HOOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! IM ON A FUCKING SUGAR HIGH, BITCHES”. He grabbed the naught candy bowl off Ozzie’s desk and ate it in one gulp. “HOO HOO HOO THIS SHIT IS REALLY FUCKED UP NOW, BITCHES”! Fizz climbed up Ozzie and balanced on his head. “I’m king of this FUCKING MOUNTAIN”. Ozzie bit his tongue to try and keep his temper in front of the client and tossed fizz out the door.

Ozz ignored the sound of furniture being torn up and his imps getting terrorized. Fizz burst back in. “Waaaa I don’t feel good” Ozz shoved him aside and ignored him. Fizz blew a raspberry and left.

Fizz came back and he wasn’t bouncing around. He gently tapped ozzys shoulder and ozzy shoved him away again. He tugged on Ozzie’s arm. “I need five minutes I’m wrapping up. Then I can play”. Fizz tugged harder. “Ozzzieeeee”. “I need FIVE MINUTES”. Fizz walked right in front of him looking angry and proceeded to projectile vomit all the sugar he ate across the room. And on Ozz. And the client.

Ozz picked up fizz and placed him outside of the office so he wouldn’t get hurt. He showed the disgruntled owl noble out the door and slammed it. There was a lot of yelling and things smashing. There was what sounded like a wall being punched out and things catching fire. There was a final yell and heavy breathing.

Oz stepped out of his office, all clean cuz he had a spare suit or he used demon magic or shit. “Hey fizz. You ok lil man? Honey? Where’d you go?” Fizz was in the corner of the room infront of another pile of puke. Fizz looked around and the room was empty. He picked up fizz who hugged him tight. “Aw fizz. I’m sorry baby. Cmere bby. I’m sorry.” He teleported to his bedroom and helped fizz clean up and get dressed in his favorite ‘hell doggy’ onsie. “Hey snf Ozz?” “Yes baby?” “Can we do that again sometime? Thst was so much fucking fun!”

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ameliajessicawilliamspond · 3 years

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There he was.

Hung on a wall like a damn display.

Luke Skywalker, the ultimate prize.

Luke had gone out on a mission alone which always worried Din. Sometimes he would run a little late but he always came back in one piece, most of the time without a scratch on him. The more time Din spent around the Jedi, the more real this power, this Force, of the Jedi became.

He wondered how strong Grogu would become...

This mission was supposed to be two days. Maximum. Luke had laughed and said he'd be home by dinner.

That was two weeks ago.

Which was concerning on its own. But then, the wanted posters on Luke began to dissapate. Han hoped it was because they decided to stop trying, but Din knew better. The only reason a bounty would be taken down is if...if the bounty was fulfilled.

Din followed Luke's trail and realized, unfortunately, he was right. The Jedi was taken to Kessal.

"Did they kill him?" Din asked his informant, voice even, being careful not to portray the fear coursing through him.

"No." The woman said, and Din's heart flipped. "Not yet." She continued. Din leaned forward. "The bounty hunter brought the jedi to Moris Asz, a Crime Boss amongst spice traders. He was to deliver the jedi to Mos Gideon. Word is he decided the jedi was too valuable to waste on Gideon's "experiments", too big a prize to dispose of. Word around here is he has the jedi strung up somewhere on display. A testamony to his power."

Din had a hard time believing that. He had seen Luke hurt in ways thst would keep even the strongest being down and still win an entire battle. There was no way some gangster had him somewhere -alive and awake- without already having been destroyed.

Still, the image that invaded his mind terrified him. Luke Skywalker, strung up somewhere like a morose art piece, bleeding, dying, scared---

No. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He couldn't. Din shoved the invasive thought from his mind.

The informant sent him Moris Asz's location, a palace in the middle of Kessel surrounded by spice mining camps.

Not a problem for a Mandalorian.

Din spotted a grouping of droids. Reprogrammed battle droids from the Clone War, turned into bodyguards.

Din shot his whistling bird, taking down two at once. He hopped the fence, shoving his way past two more, taking one out with his blaster, the other with his fist.

He turned down a hall. Two humanoids, three droids. The droids fired and the Mandalorian ducked behind a wall, thumping his arm against it. The gaurds called to the droids to stop firing and ran forward, hoping to find an injured intruder. Din leapt up, grabbing one bodyguard by the neck and turning him around, using him as human shield. The other gaurd hesitated, swearing under his breath. Din used the hesitation to shove the meat shield at the other gaurd, knocking them both into the wall.

Turning his attention to the droids, Din pulled out the Beskaar staff, knocking the blasters from their slow metal hands, then piercing through their circuitry.

Behind him, Din heard shuffling. Din stood stock still as the shuffling became a full run. The gaurds behind him had woken up. Din settled into his stance, still facing away from them.

Closer.

Now.

Din swung, managing to brain one, and in one quick motion, pierce the other's heart. They both fell, dead.

Spinning on his heels, he saw the door they had been outside of. Two giant, carved wooden doors that seemed to lead to some grand hall.

That would be a good display room, Din thiught grimly.

Din shoved the doors open and sure enough, there he was, Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, hanging on the back wall, two lights pointing to illumate him, frozen in Carbonite.

Luke indeed looked like a morose painting. His head was raised, mouth slightly ajar. His left hand outstretched, as if he was about to use his power, -or ask whoever was doing this to stop- his eyes, though grey and flat thanks to the carbonite, were blown wide open.

"Kriff." Din swore. Luke would most definitely be dealing with carbonite induced blindness and would be coughing up carbonite for at least a week thanks to whoever did this to him without preparing him correctly.

Din stepped forward, testing for any trip wires. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the carbonite, just to see if there was any trap. But his hand touched Luke's outstretched fingers and...

oh...

He was so still, so cold, like a statue. The little control Din had over himself, his determination to make sure he saw this as just another mission to spare his sanity shattered like glass.

"Oh, Luke..." Din slid his hand fully into Luke's unmoving one. His other hand touched Luke's face, tracing his jaw as he studied the unmoving jedi. This close Din could see it; the terror Luke was frozen in. "What did they do to you?"

He pulled himself from his thoughts, knowing time was certainly of the essence now that he had wasted valuable time. Din dashed around to the side of the box and typed in the release code. Luke began to glow red as the Carbonite melted away. Din looked around again, waiting for the sound of approaching gaurds. Why hadn't anyone else shown up yet?

Luke fell from the device like a pile of bricks. Din rushed forward, catching him just in time, but the jedi shoved him away. Confused, the Mandalorian tried to grab him again but Luke pitched forward, shoving him again before vomiting up grey and Din recognized it as the Carbonite that had entered his mouth coming back up with a vengeance.

Luke trembled above the pile of grey bile below him. He pushed himself back on his knees, his arms wrapping around himself as he desperately tried to look around the room with no success. "I can't see...Why...why can't I see?" Luke begged the air.

Din reached out tentatively. "Luke--"

Luke shot himself backwards at the touch with a rasped "no" and Din pulled his hand away like he had been burned. "Who are you?" Luke asked through chattering teeth. "What happened to me?" He asked.

"You were frozen in Carbonite." Din answered honestly.

Luke's demeanor shattered. Whatever he had left of that jedi mask crumbled before the Mandalorian's eyes. "No, no no no no, I'm not...I can't be...He...He won. He got me. It's over I-I'm gunna be forced to Turn or He's going to kill me. I can't turn to the Dark Side! Please no--no, Vader please-!" Luke panicked, curling into himself.

Din didn't know how to respond, he had no idea what Luke was talking about, trapped in some memory from his past. Brain fog and jumbled memories, another side effect of Carbonite Sickness. He knew he had to calm the jedi down fast before someone heard them. "Luke, Luke listen to me. The war is over, Vader is gone. I'm Din Djarin, I'm here to rescue you."

Luke's head shot up, turning to his general direction. "Din..." He whispered, trying to make sense of his jumbled mind. "Why can't I feel you?" He asked, and Din's heart skipped.

The Beskar made him a nearly blank space in the Force. Luke couldn't sense him. Din removed his glove, grabbing Luke's hand, causing the jedi to gasp, his trembling grip tightening around Din's hand like a lifeline.

"I'm so cold..." He whimpered, curling further into himself. Din was reminded of the story Luke had told him about his time on Hoth and how much he hated the cold. With one hand he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the jedi. Luke pulled the matierial tight around him.

"Come on." Din said, as gently as he could. They couldn't wait here any longer, it had been too long since someone had come to find them and that was concerning. Surely someone should have come for them by now...

Din pulled Luke to his feet, never letting go of his hand. "Can you walk?" Luke shuffled from one foot to the other, testing it himself before stiffly nodding. Din squeezed his hand. "Good. Come on."

They got down two halls without a soul in sight. Din was beginning to hope that the universe had finally given him a break.

He should have known better.

Because standing there at the end of the third hallway with a smirk, surrounded by two bounty hunters and a half dozen battle droids, was Moris Asz, arms folded, Luke's lightsaber hanging off his hip. Din yanked Luke behind his back, his free hand hovering over the Dark Saber.

"Oh, little Jedi, that's not where you're supposed to be." the gangster mocked. Luke pushed in closer against Din's back.

"This bounty has already been fulfilled." the Twi'lek bounty hunter mocked.

"He's coming with me." Din responed blankly.

"No, he's really not." Moris Asz said.

The jedi let out a yelp and Din felt Luke's hand ripped from his own. Din spun, Dark Saber ignited. Luke was being held, one hand curled tightly in his golden hair, the other arm wrapped around his throat, by another bounty hunter, the cloak a discarded heap on the ground beneath his feet. Din cursed himself for not hearing the Rodian approach.

"Well well, the Mand'alor himself come to rescue his precious little jedi. My my, how the mighty Mandalorians have fallen." The gangster mocked. Din spun, saber aimed at the gangster's throat, but he simply waved him off. "Don't bother with the pagentries, Mand'alor. Every gun in this room is trained on his little blond head. You so much as flinch, and he's gone. You wouldn't want that, would you, your Majesty?"

Din turned back to Luke, who was struggling against the arms holding him. Din had no idea what to do, how he would save the jedi.

Luke's sightless eyes found Din's helmet and something in them flashed.

Oh.

Oh....

Din shut the Dark Saber off and put his hands in the air.

"Good boy. " the Human bounty hunter next to Moris mocked.

"Kick that over here." the gangster said and Din obliged, kicking the Dark Saber over to him. Moris Asz picked it up to examine it before turning his attention back to Din. "Kneel."

Din hesitated, and the Rodian's grip tightened in Luke's hair, pulling an involuntary whine from the shivering jedi and Din dropped to his knees.

Luke is handed off to the Human bounty hunter and forced to kneel next to Moris Asz as well.

"You are going back on my wall, little jedi. You're too pretty a decoration. Although," he said as he grabbed Luke by the jaw and forced his head up, tilting the jedi's face from one side to the other. "You look real pretty like this too." Luke's eyes wandered, failing to find the man's eyes. Moris Asz released Luke's jaw, the jedi's head falling to his chest, exhausted. "This is the mighty jedi everyone was so scared of?" He waved his hand in front of Luke's face with no response. "Blind as a bat. Pathetic."

Din laughed.

Every head turned to him.

Din looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive way. "Sorry, sorry, continue."

Everyone in the room looked around at each other.

Moris Asz crossed his arms, seemingly growing bigger with rage. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Sorry, it's just...you really don't know who you captured, do you?" Din asked.

The gangster looked around the room, bouncing on his heels. No one seemed to know what the Mandalorian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Moris Asz asked.

Din shrugged. "It's just that...sorry, you really don't know?"

The gangster huffed in frustration.

"Spit it out!" The Rodian demanded.

"Jedi don't need their eyes to see."

The room barely had time to process what the Mandalorian had meant before Luke's hand was shooting forward, pulling the lightsaber off the gangster's belt with the Force. Without so much as standing or turning around, Luke ignited the blade into the human bounty hunter behind him who was reaching for his blaster. Luke rose, the bounty hunter still choking around the intrusion in his chest. Luke turned, pulling the saber from his chest and he slumped over. Luke turned to face the rest of the room. He tilted his head slightly.

"SHOOT HIM!" Moris Asz screamed.

Every blaster went off at once and not one came even close to touching the Jedi or the Mandalorian. Four bounced off his blade dead center of four of the droids circuit boards. He reached out and crushed another droid with the Force, throwing the discarded machine into another droid, crushing it as well. He sprang from his spot, attacking the Rodian bounty hunter that had moved his blaster from Luke to Din, cutting off the hand holding the weapon first, before stabbing him in the chest. The Twi'lek bounty hunter next to him dropped his weapon, hands in the air. Luke lowered the lightsaber and lifted his hand towards the man. With a little wave, he muttered "sleep." The Twi'lek crumpled to the floor.

Luke made his way back to stand before his captor, holding the lightsaber towards the now trembling gangster on the floor.

"Now- now, listen, I-I-I didn't mean you no harm. Cone on now, you've won, little jedi, you've won. Why don't you just leave? See, I-I've admitted defeat. I may not know much about jedi but I know they don't seek revenge. Now, you can't kill me. Why don't you just walk away?" Luke stayed stock still, unseeing eyes boring a hole into the gangster's head, unreadable. "Come on now, I thought jedi don't hold no grudges?"

A blaster bullet went straight through the gangster's head. Moris Asz fell to the ground, dead.

Din reholstered his blaster. "Yeah, well I do."

Din moved past Luke and yanked the Dark Saber off the dead man's body, placing it back where it belonged. Then he went back and grabbed the discarded cloak. He approached Luke, Din's hand hovering over the one that still held the ignited lightsaber. He pressed gently on the grip with a soft "hey." Luke took a deep breath and shut the laser sword off.

"You will never cease to amaze me." Din said, wrapping the cloak around his shoulders again before fixing the back of Luke's hair that was tangled from where the Rodian had grabbed him. "Are you alright?" Din asked, his hand finding the Jedi's again, anchoring him.

Luke looked up at him, something distant in that blinded stare. "I'm so tired." Luke mumbled, leaning forward into Din's chestplate.

Din wrapped his free arm around Luke's back. "Then let's go home."

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just-jordie-things · 4 years

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00:02:30:17 - Richie Tozier

word count: 2871 warnings: swearing request: @oceanspray5: Richie x Reader soulmate AU with the timers counting down to meeting their soulmate? With Reader being a sweetheart and trashmouth being himself yet absolutely smitten with her anyway because she's the best thing in his life. And maybe focus on Richie and how he's nervous to meet his soulmate because of being insecure thst he's unlovable. Feel free to take this in any direction you would like or even modify the type of prompt! Thank you! ___

[ 00:02:30:17 ]

“Two hours, thirty minutes, and seventeen seconds,” Richie announced to Beverly, eyes darting between hers and the tattooed timer on his wrist. “That’s how long you have to teach me how to be a good boyfriend”

“Richie-”

“Fifteen seconds!” He cut her off, watching the last two digits on his arm tick downwards. “Fourteen!”

“Are you gonna do that the whole time?” Bev sighed.

Richie had begged her to meet him at a little diner in Derry that the Losers often hung out at. Today was the day he was supposed to meet his soulmate, and he’d gone to bed last night excited, eager to meet them, who wouldn’t?

But this morning, he woke up feeling awfully anxious, not realizing how big of a deal this really was. He was going to meet the love of his life today, the one person that was made for him, his other half, and as wonderful as it had sounded twenty four hours ago, now, he wasn’t so sure.

What if he wasn’t what they were expecting? What if he was too cude? Swore too much? What if they didn’t like that?

Overthinking was a hallmark of Richie Tozier’s personality. It was right up there with ‘Makes Dirty Jokes’ and ‘Literally Can’t See’. And now he was overthinking about whether his soulmate would hate that he overthinks.

“They’re literally going to fucking hate me, I can feel it. I just know” Richie told Bev, who furrowed her brows while she sipped on a milkshake. So far, she had just been sitting there listening to Richie ramble on about all his unecessary nerves.

“That’s impossible. Really, impossible” She said calmly, but her kind words fell on deaf ears, and Richie babbled on.

“What if theyre- like- really fucking popular? Huh? What if it’s the most popular- what if they’re a cheerleader? Do you really think I should date a cheerleader, Bev? I mean I do but I shouldn’t be with one-”

“You’re not even making sense anymore,” Beverly shook her head. “You’re worried they’re gonna be…?”

“More popular than me keep up,” Richie groaned. “No one wants to find out their soulmate is that weird kid! And I’m that weird kid!”

His yelling was making other customers turn heads, but neither Beverly or Richie cared. They were used to the frustrated attention of adults.

“Alright, how about you take a deep breath, and we’ll start from the beginning,” The red haired girl suggested, sitting up straighter in order to get to business. “First of all, no matter what you say or do, they won’t hate you, Richie. Not only is it impossible, but this person is going to fall so in love with you when you meet”

“What if-”

“No. No ‘what ifs’. It’s the truth. You could literally stab them when you meet and the bond between you will still be unbreakable. Do you understand? That should trump all else. It’s unconditional, Richie. Do you get that now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, picking up a fry from the basket in front of him and poking at the other fries with it

“I just- I don’t know, Bev. I feel like- I feel like I won’t be…” He trailed off, feeling vulnerable and angry about it. Luckily, Beverly was patient, and waited quietly while he tried to find the words. “Enough” He finished, staring down at his food.

“Oh, Rich,” Beverly smiled, and reached across the table to set her hand on top of his. “That’s the best part. You’re going to be more than enough. You’ll be everything, just like they will be for you”

Richie looked down at his wrist once more,

[ 00:02:15:48]

and a slight smile tugged on his lips. In two short hours, and fifteen short minutes, he was going to meet his everything. Some people weren’t so lucky, some people’s timers ticked on for sixty years, but Richie had only waited for seventeen. And he was meeting them tonight. At approximately seven o’clock.

“I can’t believe this,” richie said through a heavy breath. He put his elbows on the table and hung his head in his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening. It’s too fast”

“Too fast? You’ve only known your whole life that this was happening today,” Beverly laughed, earning a glare from the stressed out boy. “Come on. It’s gonna be magical. And romantic, and beautiful, and, oh you’re going to remember this day for the rest of your life”

“If I don’t have a goddamn heart attack and die right now, yeah maybe,” Richie mumbled. “It’s only the most important thing to ever happen to someone. And I’m not… ready”

Beverly gave him a soft smile, knowing that everyone would feel that way in the minutes leading up to the timer hitting zero. But she also knew that he would be just fine, and all his worries were for nothing.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” She told him, her smile growing on her face. “And I can’t wait to get an invite to the wedding…”

“Okay okay that’s enough advice outta you,” Richie cut her off, but she could tell he was trying to suppress his laughter. “I gotta go”

“Go? You literally have two hours” Bev said, gesturing to the timer on his wrist.

“Yeah, but I gotta get some stuff first” Richie shrugged, sliding out of the booth and putting on his jacket.

“You have to go grocery shopping?” Beverly laughed. “You don’t want to hang out some more?”

“Not grocery shopping-”

“Are you gonna go buy a new outfit to impress your date?”

“Nope,” Richie grinned, eating one last french fry. “I’m gonna go buy flowers”

And with that, he raced out of the diner, leaving Beverly to laugh and shake her head.

He was a mess. Whoever it was that he met tonight was sure going to be someone special. ___

(y/n) had been wandering around Derry all day, checking her wrist every minute to see the timer ticking down. Hours to minutes, her eyes were glued on the tattoo. It led to her bumping into a few people, and doorframes, but even so, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the numbers.

She was terrified.

And now, after spending the whole day walking around town, she was sitting at the overlook at the quarry. The bench there was worn down and usually required some dusting off for anyone to feel comfortable to sit there, but the view was too nice to pass up.

The sun was setting, and she liked watching the ducks swim around in the waters below. The relaxing setting helped calm her nerves, since she’d been over-stressing all day.

All that was left to do now, was wait.

She was enjoying watching the ducks bob their heads under the water to eat when a loud sound pulled her from the scene.

“Fuck!”

The girl leapt up, spinning around just as Richie Tozier tripped over his feet and face planted onto the grass. She gasped, and was quick to rush over to him.

“Oh my god!” She squealed, crouching down to his level. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah- just- fuckin’ slipped”

She giggled as he pushed himself to sit up.

He finally looked up at her, and he just knew that the timer on his wrist hit zero. He could feel it, like his heart was suddenly full and there was no chance of it ever being empty, ever again. And just by looking at her, this stranger that he would spend the rest of his life with, he knew she felt the same way.

“Hey,” He mumbled, dusting the grass off his arms and legs. “You… You’re-”

“Are those supposed to be for me?” She asked, smiling and pointing to the bouquet of daisies in his hand, slightly flattened on one side from catching his fall.

“Ah, fuck,” Richie groaned, trying to make the flowers look less ruined, but (y/n) just laughed again and took them from him. “Yeah, they… were supposed to be… for you”

“That’s cute,” She mused, effectively making him blush. “I’m (y/n)” She introduced herself, sticking her hand out towards him.

“Richie,” He replied, shaking her hand. “This is… not what I thought” He said, and (y/n) sat down on the ground, a thoughtful look on her face as she studied his features.

He was cute, he was really cute. She wondered if it was the fact that he was her soulmate that made him so goddamn attractive to her, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, his wide eyes from behind his glasses met hers, and her heart melted, spreading warmth and butterflies throughout her body.

“What did you think, then?” She asked with an amused smirk.

“Honestly?” He asked, and she nodded curiously. “I thought it’d be pouring rain, and then we’d see each other from, say, twenty feet away, and then you would run, literally, into my arms, and we would kiss all dramatic like”

(y/n) laughed at the detailed description, before looking up at the sky.

“Well, it’s clear skies, definitely no chance of pouring rain…” She trailed off, eyes nervously meeting his again. “But, I’m still here?” She shrugged a shoulder, lips twitching in an anxious sort of smile.

“That you are...” Richie grinned, leaning forward a bit.

(y/n’s) eyes fluttered shut as their lips met halfway, and for the first time in her life, she saw stars behind her eyes. Soulmates were magical, they were perfection, and she’d never felt more at home than she did right now.

Richie’s lips were so soft, and she could tell already that she was going to enjoy the rest of her life with him.

When they parted, there was a warmth that could only be described as the spark between them.

“Wow,” (y/n) let out in a breath, her eyes fluttering open, finding him with the same surprised expression. “Um…” She bit her lip, her cheeks burning pink while her heart started to beat out of her chest.

“Yeah” Richie agreed softly.

They both laughed quietly to themselves, and when Richie finally stood up, he took her hand to help her up as well.

“Well?” (y/n) hummed expectantly, and Richie furrowed his brow in confusion. “Um, was it- uh- worth it?” She asked, showing a bit more of her shyer side than she had a few moments ago.

He just laughed, not sure how to tell her that this was even better than he could have imagined. ___

(One Year Later)

“Did you make sure to turn down the heat for the la-”

“-Last five minutes? Yes,” RIchie answered. “You don’t trust me with cooking at all, babe, do you?”

(y/n) glared at him from where she sat on the counter. Richie had decided he was going to make dinner for them tonight, all on his own. She wasn’t allowed to help in any way, this was his treat to her. However, she wasn’t all that much of a fan. Richie didn’t have a great track record when it came to the kitchen, and this is what led to her always cooking or baking for them. He was allowed to help her, sometimes, but she never let him cook by himself.

“Since you tried to make me a birthday cake and covered the floor with flour, melted the batter, and nearly started a fire? No, babe, I don’t trust you with cooking” She replied sassily.

“Well this is gonna be the best goddamn tortellini you’ve ever had!” He declared, and stirred the pot of boiling noodles. “Sausage and cheese stuffed, manually, by yours truly,” He said, casting her a wink that she rolled her eyes at. “And homemade sauce too!”

She had to smile at his efforts, he really did want to impress her. But she was just so worried he was going to burn their food.

“Just a little longer, hon” He said, setting the spoon aside and taking the few steps over to stand in front of her.

She rests her hands on his shoulders and smiles down at him. She’s barely any taller than him, but she enjoys having an inch or two on him for once.

Richie smirks back up at her, hands landing on her hips as she kisses his nose adorably.

He tugs her forward and helps her to her feet on the ground.

“That’s better,” He says with a small snicker. She gives him a pout, but it goes away with a short kiss. “Much better”

His eyes wander and land on her wrist, which was resting against his chest. With a gentle hand he takes it, and his thumb smooths over the inked skin. 00:00:00

A smile tugs on the corner of his lips at the sight. Sometimes he just has to check, to make sure this is real, and he’s not just daydreaming. (y/n) knew this, and she found it incredibly sweet, every time.

They’d been together for a year now, and he was still in disbelief.

She leaned up on the tips of her toes and kissed him, for a satisfyingly longer amount of time than before. Her fingers latched onto the collar of the flannel he was wearing, pulling him down a bit towards her so she could deepen the kiss. And just as he was contemplating lifting her back up onto the counter, she pushed him away.

“The pasta!” She all but screeched.

Richie just laughed, and turned off the stovetop to finish up dinner.

After ten minutes of fixing up the sauce and assuring (y/n) repeatedly that’s it’s neither undercooked or burnt. She wasn’t all too convinced, but she was too hungry to care all too much.

He made her go put on pajamas before making up her bowl of tortellini. And when she came back, her heart melted at the sight of him setting up the sofa with blankets, a selection of her favorite movies on the cushion.

“You pick a movie, and then I’ll set it up, and you can relax and enjoy this sweet ass meal”

She giggled, and picked out a movie before settling in on the sofa.

He kissed her cheek as he settled in next to her.

At her first bite, her eyes widened, and she almost forgot to swallow. She stared at her boyfriend in surprise, and he waited impatiently for what she had to say.

“Well?” He asked, motioning for her to say something, anything.

“Damn” She mumbled, before swallowing thickly.

“That good, huh?” He asked with a giggle. It was a little out of character, but adorable nonetheless. “Is it really? You like it?” He asked hopefully.

After swallowing, she grinned at him.

“Richie! I’m actually proud of you! This is amazing!”

“Great- wait, actually proud? You’ve never been proud of me before-”

“From now on, you can cook whenever you want. But! You have to read the instructions every time!”

“Deal” He laughed, and they settled into a comfortable silence as they ate and watched the film.

After going for seconds, (y/n) was stuffed and exhausted. She propped her feet up on the coffee table, and leaned against Richie, her head plopping onto his shoulder.

He loved when she did that.

And it didn’t take long for her to completely cuddle up against him, half asleep. It was his favorite thing. It was rare for her to make it through a whole movie.

(y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, and then kissed his cheek. When he turned his head to smile down at her, she reached up and pressed a much more passionate kiss to his lips.

He was taken by surprise, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

Even when she pulled away, his lips were still a bit pursed, and he quirked an eyebrow.

“And what was that gift for?” He asked, and was amused by the blush that dusted over her cheeks.

“Just cause,” She hummed, and gave him a sheepish shrug. “Cause I love you” She added in a quieter voice.

It wasn’t her first time saying it, but she’d only said it a handful of times, and it still made her nervous to admit out loud. Even knowing that Richie was her soulmate, the destined love of her life, she was still worried about such things.

Richie smiled, loving how her blush darkened when she’d said it. He loved her so goddamn much it hurt sometimes. And this was one of those times. She could be so shy sometimes, even though it’s been a year now and they had forever to spend together.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. He kissed the crown of her head as she nuzzled into his shirt.

“I love you too, sweets” He tells her. He can feel her smiling against his chest.

Her hand settles against his wrist as they continue to watch the movie, tracing over the black ink rhythmically.

00:00:00

They had to be the luckiest people alive, finding each other so young, leaving them plenty of time to spend their lives together.

00:00:00. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

#richie tozier #it 2017 #it 2019 #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier scenario #richie tozier fanfiction #finn wolfhard #bill hader

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gloriousstudentfury-love · 4 years

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Adrien x Akumatized! Reader

"Yes...Hawkmoth.", came a dark voice from an ally way. It was (Y/n). She generated into a snake like being.

She slithered into the streets, searching for the one who caused her pain. Adrien. She tried to forget about it, but her hatred for him coated over the love she had once thought she had for him.

There was a scream coming from a nearby civilian. (Y/n) turned her head to look into the eyes of the woman, and turned her to stone. Her power was like Medusa's, any face that dared to stare into her eyes would turn to stone.9

Just then, a staff extended its way to (Y/n). A cat leapt his way to look at her. He made sure not to stare into her eyes, though.

He felt awful. He had made a rude comment about another girl's hair, granted, the girl was trying to hook up with him. (Y/n) wasn't with Adrien at the time, so when she turned the corner of the building, and heard him, to her, it sounded as if he was talking about her.

A part of Cat Noir, or Adrien, wanted to do nothing but run up to (Y/n) and embrace her. Though, he knew she would reject him, the one thing he did not want to happen. (Y/n) spoke with a hiss, "Well, if it isssn't Tuna Breath.".

Cat Noir was insulted, enraged! Nobody had ever called him Tuna Breath! He tried to ignore it, especially when Ladybug appeared.

"Cat, who is it this time?", she inquired. Cat Noir, without hesitation, responded, "(Y/n)...". Ladybug's eyes widened, for she knew who you were.

You all went to school together, why wouldn't she?

Ladybug was about to look at you before Cat Noir shielded her eyes from making contact with yours. She flinched from the sudden action.

"Cat?!".

"Sorry, M'lady. I just Cat have you being turned into a rock.".

"What?!".

"...Long story...".

"Ahem...", (Y/n) cleared her throat to take the stage. Without direct contact, they looked at her. She giggled, then ran off into another direction.

"Explain.".

"Ahh, well, you see. It all started-".

"You had something to do with it?".

Cat Noir sighed, then nodded his head, ashamed. Ladybug was very angry. A superhero causing an akuma?! Come on, now.50

His words were jumbled as he said, "I accidentally said something to another girl and (Y/n) thought I was talking about her.". Ladybug was a bit confused. She heard him, but didn't understand.

"So, this was in your superhero form?".

"No...".

"Caaat...you know better!", she dragged the first word. She was disappointed in him. Cat Noir's ears drooped down to his human ears, something that has never happened until now.

Cat thought of ways he could solve this. He knew the comment wasn't directed to (Y/n), but she didn't. Ladybug seemed to know everything, as she said, "The first step to solving this mess is for you to apologize. Though, that would be hard to do since she doesn't know you're a superhero, and you messed things up in your civilian form.".

She put her hand to her chin, looking much like a detective. Before they could go after you, they needed a plan. Cat thought of something. "I could just de-transform, apologize, fix everything, then you could come in and purify the akuma.".

Ladybug contemplated on this. It sounded logical enough to work. Why not at least try?

"Ok. I'll be by the Dupaing Cheng Bakery.".

With that, she zipped off to her parent's bakery. Cat thought that was a strange place to stake out, but what did he know? They were in this mess because of his mistake anyway.

Cat searched everywhere for you, finally locating you on the Eifel Tower. You were looking down at people who dared bring their gaze to yours. He used his staff to jump up to you.

"(Y/n)...".

"Oh, so now you're Tuna Surprise?".

Cat had to admit, that one was kinda funny. He did show up unannounced. He shook his head to rid him of that comment.

"(Y/n), I'm here to apologize.".

You were confused. Why would he apologize? There wasn't anything he did to upset you.

Then, a bright, green light cast from the corner of your eyes. Your head spun around to see Adrien. A ball of fury knotted inside your heart.

"Get away from me, you jerk!".

Adrien looked you in the eyes, ready for what was about to come. Before you turned him to stone, he shouted, "Ladybug, now!". A yo-yo came latching onto one of the tower's bars, and with it was Ladybug.

You were about to jump, when Ladybug grabbed your arm. "Look, I'm sorry for what he did to you, but this sint the right way. If only you knew.". Before she finished her sentence, she looked over at the now frozen male.

Adrien.

She gasped. She would have never guessed thst Cat Noir would be the boy who sat in front of her in class! "It was Adrien this entire time...", she told herself.

You jerked your arm away. "If only I knew what?", you snapped harshly. Ladybug took this as an opportunity to explain the problem.

"You see, (Y/n), Adrien wasn't talking about you. He was talking about another girl.".

You always believed Ladybug. Though, you wanted to say she was wrong, most of you trusted her words. Hawkmoth tried holding back tears, for Adrien was his son.

Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste. To see his son frozen, hurt him so badly. He wanted to take away this power forever.

You gave into Ladybug. You voluntarily handed her your hair pin, and she crushed it. Within a minute, everything was back to normal.

Adrien, and everyone else were not frozen anymore. You went back to being you. Ladybug turned to Adrien, and whispered to where you couldn't hear, "Don't worry, I won't tell.".

Adrien gasped. Ladybug knew. Before he could thank her, Ladybug took off like a shooting star in the night sky.

Adrien looked at your hunched over form. You were still on the Eifel Tower. Adrien guided you safely to the elevator, and in not time at all, you both were in the ground.

Adrien hugged you. You cried into his shoulder, repeating, "I'm sorry, Adrien. I'm sorry.". He hushed you, and said, "(Y/n), I would never say those things about you...I was just really upset with someone, and ended up taking it out on her.".

You believed every word that flowed from his mouth. You let go of the hug, and looked each other in the eyes. You could see the moon in his eyes.

"Adrien...".

"(Y/n), I love you...".

You smiled, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Adrien sifted his hands through your hair, and said, "Your (E/c) eyes shine beautifully in the moonlight. I can see the stars in them.". You brought you head to his, and pecked his lips.

"I love you too...Adrien.".

#adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug

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woollycapybara · 5 years

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Through a Cavern, Darkly

He was a young cub again, a small tabaxi child running for his life. His body ached from the effort, but his fear would not let him stop. Cuts and bruises also hurt, infections setting in. But the dark skinned elves had set his villiage ablaze, had slaughtered his tribe.

And they were chasing him through the jungle.

Obsidian Mask leapt over a fallen log and winced as he landed, his ankle threatining to give out. He heard a thudding sound into the log behind him, and there was an explosion of spliters right next to his head. An enchanted, and poisoned, crossbow dart and nearly driven a hole through his head.

He was on the move again, his lungs burning. His eyes watering. His fear threatening to consume him.

If the drow didn't get to him first.

********

Mask awoke in a cold sweat, tears stinging his eyes, and his stomach in knots. He had his nightmare again, a horrible retelling of the night a drow raid had destroyed his villiage and slaughtered his people. The dream always ended there for Mask, as he had short collapsed under the small amount of sleep poison that had knicked his cheak. The poison was so potent that even a grown dwarf would have a hard time shrugging off so little a dose.

Obsidian Mask used his magic to draw water from a hole near where he slept, and he bathed himself, throwing off the horrible dream along with the sweat. Today was a training day, and to Obsidian Mask, no day was better than a training day.

The tabaxi teen walked out of the alcove that was his room, his dark vision not needing much light to find his way around the twisting corridors.

He was going to meet his teacher, the powerful deep druid Fala. Fala was an orc, a rare one for her people's standards. She was tall and fierce, her face always contorted in a scowl, although to Mask she was one of the sweetest persons he had ever met. She was a druid who lived in the Underdark, and she was as powerful a spellcaster as she was a warrior. She could easily strike you down with a spell from the earth or a strike from her deadly axes.

Today was combat training, and so Mask had donned his chain shirt and his scimitar and belt of daggers, Eins, Zwei, and Drei. He was moving as silently as death, as Fala had taught him to move.

She taught Mask many things. Her druidic teaching were of the Circle of the Spore, a circle that saw death as just another stage of life. They would use life, death, and even undeath, for as long as the natural order was preserved, all was right with the world. Undead were simoly a tool to aid in the passing over to death, and undeath was never to be used to escape the natural end of one's life.

Fala had also taught Obsidian Mask how to be as stealthy as possible. Mask was confident that he could sneak up on almost anything that lived in the Underdark, minus a few inhabitants.

As Mask turned the bend, he caught the smell of something unusual. He dropped into a crouch, his blade silently drawn into his hands. Mask moved from shadow to shadow as silent as death as he approched the training hall. The smell was somewhat familiar, and Mask felt bile rise up in his throat. He turned the final corner, and it was all that he could do to keep from crying out.

There stood Fala, twin axes out casually by her side. The tall orc woman's scowl was on her face, and Mask knew her well enough to know when it was actually a scowl of anger.

There stood at least ten drow warriors, their weapons out, and grim expressions on their beautiful faces. Three drow already lay dead by Fala's feet.

"It ain't like you dogs to to face me head on. S'pose you figured stealth wouldn't work on me once these three rogues were taken down to quickly." Fala kicked the corpse with her boot.

Already one of the drow warriors were poised to attack, but another one, a female in robes, stepped forward. She spoke broken Orcish, and said "Great Fala. Forgive the intrusion to your lair. But we have business with you."

"The only business a dark elf has with me is to be a stain on my blade." she replied cooly.

Mask needed to move, but his body would not let him. These were kin to the dogs that had slaughtered his people! If it were not for Fala finding and nursing him back to health, they surely would have killed him too.

And now they were attacking Fala!

That brought cold rage to the tabaxi, and he used the shadows to cover his movement towards the collection of fighters.

Drow had the best darkvision of any race, but Fala had taught Mask how to bend the shadows to make him as invisible as the night. Mask was closer now, and in addition to the ten fighters, he saw another robed figure with a wand in hand standing next to the female. Mask jad seen wands like that before... They contained lightning bolts thst could destroy buildings and blow people apart. The memory of such wands being used on his people steeled his resolve.

Mask spoke a soft word to the earth, and up he went, moving along the wall as if he was walking on flat ground. He moved his way to the ceiling and froze. Two drow with those damned hand crossbows were up in the stalactite, and were aiming at Fala!

As silent and as quick as death, Mask moved in beside the drow. He saw that they were floating, while he was upside down, running on the cacern ceiling.

Mask was behind one in an instant, and Eins dug into his back while his arm holding his scimitar wrapped around the drow's throat, silencing the death cry.

Mask was not fast enough to stop the blood from dripping on the wizard's cheek.

The drow priestess saw the blood on the surprised wizard's face and screamed "Attack!"

Fala moved into a graceful dance of death, but Obsidian Mask did not have the time to watch his master fight. Already the other floating drow was aimimg their weapon at Mask. They fired, Mask taking cover behind a stalactite. It exploded under the magical might of the crossbow and dart, and the spray of earth caused Mask to lose his concentration on his spell. He moved quickly, grabbing the dead but still levitating drow and hoisting himself up. He smiled grimly as he used the drow as a floating walk place. Anither bolt stole his mirth, inches from finding it's mark in his hide.

He kicked off a stalactite, riding the floating body of the drow he killed past around a large stalactite. His tail grabbed a hold of the mound and he flung himself and his "mount" towards the other crossbowmen. The drow's eyes widened in disbelief, and he shot his final dart at Mask. He parried the bolt away from his flank and slammed home, driving himself and his blades into the belly of the drow, slamming him into a stalactite. It shuddered under the blow, and soon fell free, crashing into another drow down below.

Mask was down in an instant, rolling to absorb the impact of the fall and coming into a defensive crouch.

Ten drow lay dead at Fala's feet, and aside the wizard and priest, Obsidian Mask saw more pouring out from the tunnels.

"Get you that wizard, boy." Fala bade Mask.

"Yes, master." And he was off.

********

Xal'vin was astonished with the Orc. Never before had he seen someone fight and cast with such grace before, and beautiful death followed each of the druid's movements. She had even infected the corpses with spores, and zombified drow had truck down some of his best fighters.

Sin'dori was besides him casting her cleric spells, but Fala had brushed off most with sheer willpower.

Sin'dori had ordered Xal'vin not to cast, to save his magic, but it was obviously a foolish mistake now.

Xal turned to unleash a bolt of lightning, damn the priestess, but the command word got caught in his throat.

Mask was on his prey, dodging past the blows of the fighters and coming up right next to the wizard.

Xal'vin cast a spell, dimension door, and he was through it and off safely to the side before the crazed tabaxi got his blades in him.

The wizard turned to the room, his sight falling on Fala engaging more fighters, and leaving them dead in her wake. He shook his head and started his spell casting. Lloth damn Sin'dori, he was going to kill the Orc before any more of his force fell to the ugly creature!

Suddenly, a bright flash caught the wizard's attention. He turned and gapped in horror. A small mist was around the tabaxi, a tell tale sign of the misty step spell. And his hand had pumped forward, his own magic turning the dagger into a powerful bolt of lightning.

********

Mask did not retreive Eins from the wizard's corpse. He had no time. He was on the move again to aid his teacher. She faced off against the priestess in melee combat now, twin aces battling twin maces. More of the drow forces surrounded the battlefield as corpses, but the tabaxi knew there were still some skulking around.

He would end their lives before they could interfere with his master's battle.

********

Mask was cleaning his blade of drow blood, grim satisfaction that he had taken some measure of revenge for what was done to his people.

"You fought well." Fala said to him after she had cleared the battlefield of blood and dead bodies.

"I owe it all to you, master."

Fala chuckled to the tabaxi she raised. "Master no more. You have earned the right to call me Fala."

Obsidian Mask beamed with pride, but suddenly grew solemn. "My apprenticeship is over?"

"Yes, boy." Fala sat next to her student and embraced him. "You are almost a man now, not the kittle kitten I found near death."

Mask knew what was coming next. And a lump welled in his throat. "And now... My pilgrimage must begin." He stood up suddenly, cold anger flashing in his lavender eyes. "I don't want to leave, master! My place is here, with you!"

Fala stood and placed her strong hands on his shoulders. The tears welling in his eyes pained her, but she knew what had to be done. "You fear you will lose me to, just like your villiage."

Mask turned away, but Fala's calloused hand force him to look into her grey eyes. Her own fires burned within, as well as her own tears. She spoke evenly though.

"You need to explore the world, boy. A small hole in the earth with Fala the Deep Druid is not a fitting place for you to spend your days. We will see each other again, and when we do, you will be stronger, and I prouder of my student whom I so deeply love."

It was all Mask could handle. He broke out into a cry, and Fala held him in her arms. Despite his bobbing shoulders, the druid could feel the strength eminating from this one.

Oh the things he will do.

********

Mask was out by nightfall, his light sensitive eyes not yet ready to face the harsh rays. He was wearing Fala's last gift to him, fine mithral armor that made not a sound despite the chains and plates. It was a gift she had prepared, though how she had came about it, Mask could not begin to guess.

His water skins refreshed by a nearby pound, Obsidian Mask took off into the wide world of Toril in search of new friends, new enemies, and new adventures.

#my writing #my d&d character #tabaxi ranger/druid

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