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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 4 months ago

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that's amazing to hear<3 I'm here for arataki itto🫴

can i request a soulmate story with him and reader who's from mondstadt? I'll leave the rest of it to your mighty hands<3

Hey, anon! Hope you're doing well. Sorry this took a bit, I... kinda got carried away since this was my first ask. Hope you enjoy (and if this isn't what you wanted, feel free to ask again- though I might remake it a later time anyways or add on <3 (I have mixed feelings about this 'cause I gave myself a time limit due to work *ahem*)) Anyways, without further ado, enjoy (and give me more requests to feed you)!

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Fated Encounters - An Arataki Itto Fic

------- The bustling streets of Inazuma City were unlike anything you had ever seen before. Coming from Mondstadt, where the winds were free and the atmosphere always light-hearted, Inazuma felt heavy with its strict laws and vibrant energy. Yet, this place had its own charm. You had traveled to Inazuma for a reason—inspiration. You wanted something different for your poems, usually based on freedom and whatever else inspired you. You wanted to make something new. Why Inazuma? Well… though your purpose was significant, part of you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling that the winds of fate were pushing you toward something much more… personal. You felt a push to the place, despite how strict you’ve heard the place was. As you were walking through Hanamizaka, making your way through the narrow streets, you noticed a small commotion ahead. Curious, you quickened your pace to where the little of a crowd was. And that’s when you saw him. A tall, muscular man with striking white hair and pale red streaks, his red eyes glowing with an almost mischievous gleam and a touch of pride, as if he was used to being the center of attention and relished every moment of it. He was looking at the small wooden area infront of him and a child, where two beetles were… fighting? Now that’s new. Your eyes met as he glanced through the faces. You felt something weird and for a moment, time slowed. His gaze locked on yours a little longer than necessary, giving you a smirk before going back to concentrating. “C’mon, don’t disappoint me now! Show ‘em who’s boss.” the man said, his voice piercing.

After another minute, his beetle managed to knock the kid’s one on its back, which, by the cheeky grin, probably meant the man won. “Aw yeah, that’s my beetle!” his deep voice was filled with pride as he pumped his fists in the air, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Who’s the true beetle gladiator, huh? That’s right, baby, me—Arataki 'The Beetle Gladiator' Itto, always coming out on top!” You couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean– this wasn’t a sight you see everyday. A strange man. Beetles fighting like knights. This place was surely entertaining. The man piqued your curiosity, and you found yourself wanting to learn more. So, you did something you wouldn’t usually do. You walked closer to him. You weren’t sure why, it was a sudden urge. You’ve been getting a lot of those nowadays it seems.

The man– Itto, from his earlier declaration, caught sight of your approach almost immediately. You weren’t surprised, you weren’t being subtle. He gave you a grin. “Oh-ho! What do we have here? A beetle enthusiast wantin’ to know the secrets of my ways? I couldn’t blame ya.” You give a smile, “I wouldn’t go that far. Though I did find the battle interesting, to say the least.” Itto beamed, “Interesting? Interesting? Oh-ho, bud, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Beetle battling is a test of skill, patience, and a bond so strong it could make legends jealous!” he dramatically threw his fists in the air before turning back to you, “So tell me, dear traveler, have you ever… handled a beetle?” Traveler? Was it that obvious? Who were you kidding, of course it probably was.

“Can’t say I have… I’ve never really heard about uhm…” you think of what to call this, “beetle fighting.” Itto gave you a dramatic look of shock, eyes widening. “You’ve never done beetle battles before?” You shook your head, ‘Beetle battling’ wasn’t really something you’d call common or a hobby you’ve seen people do in Mondstadt. “Nope.” “Oh you are missin’ out! They’re only one of the best pastimes that should be taken with utmost seriousness.” “Sounds like quite the experience.” “Oh you bet! And lucky for you, you’ve got the One and Oni, the Leader of the Arataki Gang, Arataki Beetle Gladiator Itto, here to teach you.” You stand for a moment, blinking at the man and his introduction. “C’mon, whatcha waitin’ for? No time like the present. What do you say, you in?

You really wanted to. There was that impulsive urge again, making you do things. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do anyways, and what was the harm in it, right?

“I’m in.” That’s where it started. The two of you spent who knows how long with him teaching you about this interesting game and you learning. You battled a bit, losing for being the beginner you were, and Itto– as arrogant as he seemed to be– never put you down for it. The two of you talked a bit as you played. You told him about being from Mondstadt and being a poet looking for inspiration for your next piece, and Itto, ever the talkative one, shared stories about his gang and how he always found himself in wild situations. “So you’re a poet, huh? Whatcha write about?”

“Oh y’know, freedom and feeling unburdened. It’s what I love about Mondstadt. The winds, the open skies, its all so… light” Itto paused for a moment, before smiling. “Sounds like a pretty cool place.” You smiled, thinking about it. Cool, indeed.

After what was probably a while, the two of you had separate things to attend to. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be beetle battling forever. “See ya around, poet.” he says with a grin and a two fingered salute. “You know who to go to for a rematch.” “I’ll hold you to it. Bye, Itto.” you give him a smile of your own before parting ways.

You walked, letting out a small laugh as you recalled everything that just happened. It was the most fun you had since being here. You hadn’t thought of going back to Mondstadt once during the time. The man… Arataki Itto. He seemed like an idiot– in the best way. He seemed familiar, though you just met him today and was certain you’ve never seen him before. The whole time, you felt an odd pull towards him. Some sort of electric jolt when you first made eye contact. Something told you this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see the self proclaimed “Beetle Gladiator,” not by a long shot, and for a weird reason, you didn’t want it to be. Maybe you really would hold him to his words.

Though, the next time you see him wasn’t on purpose. You were just strolling, enjoying your freetime and thinking of what to write about. Your journal was in your hand, and you were jotting down things to potentially inspire you. That’s when you heard a laugh.

A familiar laugh.

You turned around. And there he was. Arataki Itto, striding confidently down the street with his signature grin, surrounded by what looked like the gang he was talking about. You found it kind of cool that this man had a whole gang that he founded and led. He didn’t notice you at first, but it seemed like the universe was pulling your strings, because as his gaze flicked over, your eyes met. Again. Then, you felt that pull. Again.

And the electric jolt. Again. It was more intense this time. The feeling was odd. What was wrong with you? What was this feeling? You didn’t know. There was something– something ancient– that pulled you to him. Something deeper. A feeling so familiar yet unrecognizeable.

Itto’s grin widened seeing you, eyes gleaming in recognition. “Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite beetle enthusiast!” a few people glanced his way as he said that. Loud. From across the street.

He strided over to you, like the street was his stage. “So, how’s the mighty poet doin’ today?” You smirked back at him, “In the presence of the One and Oni, who wouldn’t be doing great.” Itto let out a boisterous laugh, “Haha! You got that right.” He looks down at your journal, “Still thinkin’ of your next masterpiece?” You let out a sigh, “Yup. Still searching for that perfect spark. Inspiration’s been a bit elusive lately.” “Well if you’re lookin’ for a muse, I could totally see myself inspiring some epic lines.” he flexed his muscles, “I mean– who wouldn’t wanna write about the One and Oni?” You chuckled, “I’d be honored, but my writing is more about feelings. Not specific people.”

“Feelings, huh? I respect that. Gotta capture the vibes of life, right?” A cough interrupted your conversation. It came from his gang, who were all– with the exception of the green haired only female– smirked. Riiight. His gang. “Boss, we’re going to be late if you keep flirting with her.” You blushed a bit. He looked at them, shooting a grin, clearly unbothered by their teasing. “Pfft– hey! It was a very deep convo.” He looked back at you, “Alright, my boys need me. Duty calls. I’ll see ya?” he says, going back to his gang. “I’ll be here, looking for inspiration.” “Hope ya find it, poet.” his grin widened.

And he and his gang were gone. His words lingered in your mind. The strange feeling never left, but you ignored it. What else were you supposed to do when you didn’t know what it even was? You continued your stroll. That could’ve been the last coincidence, but no. Everywhere you went, somehow you kept meeting him. Sometimes, it’d be on purpose, but a good amount of times, it just happened. Sure, it wasn’t a huge city, but that doesn’t mean you’d continuously bump into eachother. It was as if the universe was trying to tell you something that you just couldn’t figure out. You weren’t stalking him— far from it— but every time you turned a corner or wandered, there he was. Arataki Itto. His wide grin, loud laugh, white hair, mischievous red eyes. Him. The odd feeling kept growing. The pull kept feeling stronger. You couldn’t escape it. Every encounter, whether by chance or choice, left you with this strange sense of recognition. You didn’t know what it was. It grew even more as your friendship with him grew. He started opening up to you more about his past, little snippets or stories, and you couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable sense of connection to the things he shared. It wasn’t that you were particularly close yet—there was still a lot you didn’t know about him—but every time he spoke about his childhood or some of the challenges he faced, you found yourself hanging on to his every word. He was a more sincere Oni with a heart bigger than life who had gone through things a child shouldn’t have to. One day, he was opening a little up to. He talked about his gang and an old woman– Grandma Oni, in a way that made your heart melt.

“We welcome anyone who’s experienced adversities in their lives. People can call us ‘freaks’ or ‘weirdos,’ but we don’t listen to ‘em.” He talks with passion, “The Arataki Gang is for those trying to find a place to belong. We’re a family. We face things together, good and bad.” His words hung in the air, resonating deeply within you. There was something so raw and genuine in the way he spoke, something that made it impossible to ignore the sincerity in his voice. “And… Granny Oni…” He smiled, “She isn’t an Oni at all, but the kindest human, one that took me in. She gets her nickname from that. I don’t care what people have to say about me, but I wish they wouldn’t go after her because of me.” There was something about the way he spoke that made your chest tighten. “She sounds amazing.” Your voice is soft as you speak, “So does your gang. The people who can’t see that don’t know what they’re missing out on.” “You got that right.” He said playfully, though there was a sadness in his eyes, “They don’t understand. But… that’s alright. We don’t need their approval anyways. All that matters is havin’ each other.” You give a nod, “You’re right. There’ll always be those judgy people who think they’re the best, but in the end, what matters is the people who see you.” The two of you look at eachother, staring for a few minutes before he blinks and replies. “You’re right. And– hey– you’re one of us too, y’know.” He says it casually but softly, no hint of his usual playfulness, “Even though you don’t know it yet. Well– I mean– you do now, but y’know.” You smile, “I’m honored.” “Welcome to the Arataki Gang!” he says playfully, but his voice is softer, “Guess Kiku’s not the only female presence in it anymore.” “I like it here already.” “Of course ya do! We’re the best gang in Inazuma– wait– scratch that– best gang in all of Teyvat!” he dramatically says, though you could tell it was, in a way, sincere. You would wholeheartedly agree. You have never seen a gang you could mistake for a family before. One that always has eachothers backs when the world knocks them down. So, in a way, they really were the best. Your chuckles faded into a comfortable silence as the two of you stared at eachother. You could feel the pull getting stronger, tugging at something deep inside you. It was more than just familiarity—it was as if you had known him forever, even though it had only been a couple weeks. That moment, you thought of everything. How back in Mondstadt, you wanted to come to Inazuma for writing inspiration. How it wasn’t just for your poems, but a sudden urge in general pulling you to the place. A weird urge, and right now you could finally think of a way to explain it. It felt like you lost something out there, something important, something you just had to find. A missing piece that you never knew was gone. You thought of how you met Itto and how that pull, that feeling got stronger. How it got weirder. You thought of every time you and Itto met. How you always thought it was chance, but there were too many encounters to just blame it on that. There was one explanation on your mind. Fate. Destiny. Something unseen weaving the two of you together. It sounded ridiculous—like something out of one of your own stories—but you couldn’t shake the feeling. It wasn’t just coincidence. Every time you ran into him, every time your paths crossed, it felt like the universe was pushing you closer. And here you were now, standing with him and staring into his red eyes. The pull, the urge, the feeling

was impossible to ignore now. You didn’t even know why you were so sure, but standing there, staring into his eyes, you could feel it deep in your chest. It was as if every interaction, every moment you shared led up to this. You wondered if, all this time, he felt it too.

Itto’s playful smirk softened as he kept looking in your eyes with an intensity that brought a hint of red to your face. There was something unspoken between you now, something neither of you had addressed but both felt so clearly. “Y’know…” he began, his voice a little softer than before, “I’ve never really believed in fate. Never thought much about all that ‘destiny’ stuff…” He scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously, but the warmth in his voice was unmistakable. “But if I didn’t know better, I’d say something’s been pullin’ us together since the moment we met.”

Your eyes widened, “You’ve… You’ve felt it too?”

Itto smiled, his eyes a little more relaxed. Maybe he was thinking the same thing you were, and now finally had confirmation that it wasn’t just him. “Yeah, I’ve felt it,” he admitted, his voice low and steady, like he was letting himself be honest for the first time. “Every time we crossed paths, it was like the world was pushin’ us closer. At first, I thought it was just me being crazy, y’know? But now… I think I get it.” "I thought I was crazy, too," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I kept telling myself it was just coincidence. But now... it’s like everything makes sense." He looked at you, letting out a small laugh, “Guess we’re both crazy, huh?” “Or maybe we aren’t… Maybe we were just being given signs that we’re… ” You hesitated, but something in his gaze encouraged you to keep going, “soulmates. Something like that.” Itto’s smile faltered as he processed your words, and for a second you almost regret what you said. "Soulmates, huh?" he repeated, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a half-smile, as if testing the word out himself. "That’s a big word. But... it doesn’t sound so crazy when you say it." You swallowed, feeling a bit of heat rise to your cheeks, but the warmth between you only grew. The pull, the connection, all those moments that brought you here now—it felt undeniable. The universe, fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it—it was all leading to this. “Yeah… Maybe we were meant to be.” you swallowed. Both of you were blushing messes. He gave you a softer version of his teasing grin, “I guess I can live with that.” “Good. Because I… love you” you mumbled, shocking yourself by what you just said. Itto's eyes widened slightly as your words settled in the air between you two. He blinked, before coming up with a response. “You… do?” You nod. He blinks again. “I… Uhm– Woah…” he pauses for a moment, face turning red, “Look, like I said, I don’t know much about fate and whatnot, but… You’ve been pretty dang special to me too. Makin’ my little old heart race. I ain’t losin’ you either or lettin’ you go.” he sighs, giving you a grin. “I… I– I mean– of course I love you too.”

The two of you look at eachother, smiling and chuckling at how this new beginning happened. The universe had a funny way of bringing people together, and in that moment, everything felt exactly as it should. “So…” You broke the silence, “Now what?” “Another beetle battle rematch? I wanna see how far you’ve come” “I’ll beat you this time, Arataki Itto.” "Oh, you think you're ready, huh? This is going to be epic!" He reached over and grabbed the beetle battle board, setting it down between you two with exaggerated flair. As the playful challenge went on, your heart finally relaxed.You finally found him. Your missing piece. Arataki Itto- The One and Oni- was yours. You were his. The two of you were meant to be. ----- Author's note: No, no this is not the end of their story (I love Itto too much to end the story like this. They may or may not get a moment in part 2.

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 4 months ago

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so I take it that you're willing to write abt characters that you tagged under your post? how self indulgant can we get with the prompts?🧍‍♀️

Thanks for the question, anon! My first question, WOOO! Wonder what character led you here...

Yes, all the characters I tagged (both on my last post and on this one, though I reached the tag limit here...) are who I'll be writing for (and if you have any other characters, let me know.)

You can get as self indulgent as you would like to, keeping in mind that I have followers who are minors though. Won't be making anything... too explicit... but can hint at it in ways :> ahem

Also for requests, you can get as detailed as you would like to regarding what you want (again, as long as its not too explicit because there's minors following me)

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 4 months ago

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Awaken people, I have some news... (because you deserve to hear the rambles of chaos that'll happen in this account.)

(If you came from a tag, hi! I'm sorry if this wasn't the content you were hoping for. I tagged characters from the top of my head who I'd write for (and there are SO MANY MORE.) Feel free to give a request!)

NEWS NUMBER 1

I have decided to write about other characters as well now on this account! I love writing for Xyx (and I always will the man is my husband why is he not real please) but I think it's also time I start writing for other characters and feeding more people.

No. I am not out of my xyx phase AT ALL. I've been inlove with him since he came out. This is not a phase. But I also want to write about other characters who make me feel something too. I will still be making xyx fics (working on one rn infact)

Now I know what you might be thinking... "Sum you literally stated you'd write for a character if we requested it if you liked the character enough" (Yes. You totally, definitely thought that.) But that was if someone requested. Now I'll just write for whatever character in general.

NEWS NUMBER 2

I'll start making more than just fanfic stories. I've been tempted to make smaus, memes, headcanons, random blogs, literally anything. Let me know if you guys would wanna see something like that!

NEWS NUMBER 3

I'll also blog about random nonesense because who doesn't love talkin to a buncha strangers about whatever?

Anyways, to conclude this:

My account will remain the same. I'll still be an author trying to feed herself AND her audience with xyxfics, but I'll also write for other characters aswell and make different types of content (Though my main type will ALWAYS be fanfics. I'm an author. It's kinda in the name).

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 4 months ago

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I love it when I die for a month right after saying that I wouldn't die for a month, don't you?

Apologies, work has kept me busy (again) and again, no promises I won't do it again (this is why I never made this promise in the first place) BUT IM NOT DEAD

Anyways part 2 of Groceries will come out... when it comes out :)

#blooming panic #im sorry #so this happened #writing again #what do i tag this #what tags do i use #hi its me #im an adult #why yes #yes i am #i hate being employed #no i dont #but still

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 4 months ago

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Groceries - A Xyx Fic

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It was another day in your life. You were playing with the cheeky furball that was Cat, though you had work to finish up. Could anyone really blame you though? Cat was way too adorable and was practically begging for extra attention– okay– maybe not begging, but you get the point.

Your husband Xyx was in the living room, probably preparing some documentation. The two of you had agreed to spend some time doing work in separate rooms just because the other was way too distracting. After you decided you were done, the two of you would start cooking dinner together. You were the one who came up with the idea, and while the man was keeping his end of the deal and doing his work, you were here getting distracted by Cat. Great, right?

You got a bit hungry and wanted to start on dinner. Sure, you’ve barely made progress on your work, but Xyx didn’t need to know that. It was your work and you’d get it done. I mean– you did write a paragraph, so technically wouldn’t be lying if you said you made progress. Why were you trying to convince yourself this anyway? Always with the overthinking.

You get out of your room, seeing Xyx in the living room. The man seemed to be working. You felt a sense of guilt. He had been working his butt off while you were goofing off with Cat. You try to shake it away, telling yourself that you’d definitely do work after eating. I mean– a full stomach would help, right?

“Doll, a picture might last ya longer.” Xyx looks up at you, catching you off guard as he suddenly glanced up.

“I– I wasn’t looking at you” you reply, flustered.

“Sure.” he says, seemingly unconvinced, “Couldn’t blame you if you were. Who wouldn’t look at this gorgeous face.”

“Oh” I don’t even hide my smile, “I have no idea.”

“And it’s all yours, love.”

“Wow. I must’ve really hit the jackpot.”

“Right, right? And with a face like yours, so have I.”

“Quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

Xyx grinned, “You know me, doll. What are you doing out and about anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be finishing up your work?”

“Oh– Yes. My work. I made progress.”

Xyx raises a brow, his mischievous grin never leaving, “And how much progress have you made?”

“A lot, for your information.”

“Asking for an exact amount, babe.” Xyx teased

“Sorry for not counting every paragraph.” for barely completing a paragraph.

You start to head towards the fridge and– oh. For once, you were so glad you decided to procrastinate when you did because you realized you were nearly all out of ingredients. You looked at what was left, how did you not realize that you were almost out? You could’ve went out to get some or asked Xyx yesterday. It happens, you suppose and was an easy fix. You close the fridge and went to get your wallet. You were too lazy to change, it was just the store after all, so you just wear one of your husband’s hoodies.

“And where are you off to?”

“Oh to the store. We’re almost out of ingredients and what we have isn’t really enough for a meal.” you explained.

“Should’ve told me, doll” he says, closing his laptop and standing up, “I can go get it.”

“No it’s okay, I’ve got it.” you assured him but then added with a smirk, “You can always come with, though. Cat’s sleeping.”

He rolls his eyes, “Of course they are. The freeloader.” then gives you a cheeky smile “Since you insist, I suppose I might.”

He goes to his room to get a jacket and the keys– both for the apartment and his bike. Meanwhile, you slipped on your shoes.

He returned, dangling his keys.

“Ready?”

“Yup. ” you replied, giving him a quick nod as you both headed out the door.

You get outside, heading to his bike. Xyx walked ahead, flipping the keys around his fingers. The two of you get to his bike, getting on. Xyx hands you your helmet and you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hold tight, love.”

You smile, gripping a bit tighter, resting your head lightly against his back. The bike rumbled to life beneath you and then off you went.

The cold breeze was nice. It felt freeing as you sped down the street, reaching the grocery store. Could it have been a quick walk? Yes. But where’s the fun in that?

Xyx got off the bike and then helped you get off. The two of you entered the grocery. It was actually big, so it normally had all the ingredients. You looked at your list– yes, you made a list. It had your regular items, some snacks, and ingredients to make a small dinner surprise.

Xyx smirks at your list, which you shove him for.

“So, doll, how should we go about this?”

“Hm… We have quite a bit of items and…” you take out your phone, checking the time before putting it back in your bag, “Not much time. I have to finish my work after dinner, and I can’t necessarily plan an all-nighter tonight…”

You probably could’ve, but you would not have spent it doing work. It was so tiring. You made a mental note to get energy drinks.

Xyx looks at the list and folds it. He takes his phone out and takes a picture of the bottom half, before speaking, “How ‘bout this, doll. You take care of the top part of this list, I’ll take care of the bottom. We’ll figure out the prize after one of us wins, yeah?”

You smile back. You're gonna make sure you won.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. Hope it doesn’t hit your ego too badly when I end up winning.”

His smirk widens, “Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout that, doll”

You scoff, before taking a cart.

“See ya, sucker.” you say, running off to get your items as Xyx says something back.

You scurry off, checking your list so you know exactly what you need and where you should be going.

Cilantro.

You went straight to the produce aisle, looking for a label that says cilantro or the herb itself. Mind you, the aisle was big. You finally found what you were looking for, though and also got to cross off tomatoes and cucumbers from your list. Then, you started looking for onions.

You had already crossed off 3 things and it only took 10 minutes. You wondered how Xyx was doing. He better not have more of his list done with.

You found the onions and got some apples while you were at it. You checked off lettuce, too. You looked at the next item. Bread.

You scurry all over, getting the items on your half of the list. Once you were done, you rushed to the counter. Xyx was nowhere to be seen.

You were mildly shocked, before a prideful grin came to your face. You made it to the counter and he was probably still checking off his final items. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he comes out and realizes you’ve won.

After paying for and taking your bags, you went outside to wait for Xyx. You waited a bit far from the door, standing to shock the man whenever he would come out. But… nothing. You set the two bags down, checking your phone.

That’s when someone poked you.

You whipped around, ready to punch whoever dared interrupt you, only to freeze when you saw who it was.

“Xyx?!”

“Hey there, doll.” he says, flashing you a smug grin.

“But when did you–”

“Got out before you, so I figured I’d surprise you.”

You blink, processing his explanation. He was out before you?

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if I did that now, would it? Plus, you looked adorable waiting for me, thinkin’ you won.” his stupidly handsome grin widens as your cheeks turn pink.

You give him a playful shove that barely moves him away, earning a chuckle from him.

“Alright fine,” you sigh, “What do you want?”

Xyx checks his watch, before shooting you a mischievous look.

“I’ll think about it later, or we’ll have to make dinner starved out of our minds.”

“Good point.” You reply with a chuckle. The two of you go to his bike, holding hands. He carefully placed the bags on the handlebars, before helping you hop on and getting on himself.

Once settled, the two of you speed away, going home, the wind brushing past you as Xyx skillfully maneuvers the bike, making you laugh as you hold on tight. The anticipation of a cozy evening together fills the air, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, enjoying the ride and the quiet comfort of each other's company.

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 5 months ago

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Hey everyone! I know my recent fic was a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Mate, I’m currently in LA, and the fires are just getting worse… They named it the worst in LA history and most costly in the States' Not affected by it as of right now thankfully, but it’s absolutely mental—insane, really. My heart goes out to those who’ve lost everything. There's also really bad snowstorms in other states. Ya go to the states and all this starts happenin'. Been checking the news here, and it’s not looking too good right now. Hoping things get better soon, In'sha'Allah. Was s’posed to post the fic sooner, but yeah, that happened. Sorry if it’s not the longest or the best quality, but I did what I could for now. Another one will be out soon (and no, I won’t make you wait over a month… or maybe I will, who knows).

#la fires #it is insane #wildfires #news #so this happened #sorry #getting worse #fire and ice #you'll never know #keeping it real #woah #what is happening

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sumtheamazinglysickauthor · 5 months ago

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Through The Tears - A Xyx Fic -

Some days, from the moment you awaken, feel wrong. So wrong that you can’t bring yourself to keep going. Some days seem good. Like you can do anything in the world with a smile on your face.

Today wasn’t one of the latter, but the former. it was one of the bad days. That’s why you were curled up in your room. That’s why there were silent tears falling from your eyes. That’s why you didn’t hear the soft knock at your bedroom door, nor the gentle creak as it opened.

You only felt the presence when the mattress dipped under his weight, and it wasn’t until you met his gaze that you could fully process that he was there. Him. Your husband. The man whose apartment you moved into. The man who had shown you what it felt like to be loved– truly loved– by a significant other.

His beautiful green eyes were soft, filled with so much concern and worry that your heart ached looking at them. He watched you for a moment, the room filled with comfortable silence before he brushed a strand of hair from your face and pulled you in for a cuddle. You immediately gave in and let the tears spill into his shirt as you buried your face into it.

His hands— oh his beautiful hands— stroked your back slowly, the touch gentle but firm. It helps relax you a bit as you slowly come to your senses.

“X-Xyx…” you stutter out, sniffling, breaking the silence.

He doesn’t stop stroking your back as he replies, “I’m here, doll. I’ve got you.”

His reply was soft, his voice comforting. His words were a gentle reassurance that made you feel warm and a little hopeful on a night where you were feeling broken. You clung on to him tighter, a little tighter. He was like a safety blanket. Your very own safety blanket.

In the warm embrace, you remembered he had a game tonight with NakedToaster. Yet, instead of being there and having fun, he was here. With you.

Of course, you didn’t question how he found out. Even though you tried to hide it so that he wouldn’t worry and do his thing, he still knew. He always would. Xyx was an intelligent man. A troll? Perhaps. But a smart one. He knew you like the back of his hand. Even if there was just a slight, unnoticeable crack in your armor, he’d know something was up.

“I-I’m sorry…” your voice cracked, “Your game, I didn’t mean to ruin your night, I just–”

“Ruin my night? Doll, you are my night. My night, my morning, my afternoon. My everything.” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering longer than necessary, “You can tell simply by the way I’ve started saying the cheesiest things, hm?”

That made you let out a quiet, soft laugh.

“You never have to hide anything from me, love.”

“I don’t want you missing out on moments with any of our nor your friends because of… my stupid feelings.”

“Love, no… It’s not stupid– you’re not stupid.” he cups your face just before you look away, “The game’s fun and all, but it’s got nothin’ on ya. Besides, I promised I’d take care of ya, didn’t I? I can miss a night of gaming, or a hundred, for you. I’m happy as long as you’re happy, yeah?”

Your chest tightened at his words. Could this man get anymore perfect? What on earth did you do to deserve someone like him? You didn’t know.

Your voice was still thick with emotion when you murmured, “You shouldn’t have to. I don’t want you holding back from doing things you love.”

He raises a brow, “One of the things I love is making sure you’re alright.”

“But–”

“No buts. Except maybe mine, which is– mind you– staying right here with you.” he interrupts, wiggling his eyebrows til it cracks a smile and a weak chuckle from you. He gifts you a genuine smile.

“There’s my favorite smile.” he says, kissing your forehead and wiping a tear from your face.

“You’re impossible” you roll your eyes.

“You mean impossibly yours.”

“Since when were you so cheesy?” you snort.

“Don’t know. You must’ve done something to me.” he smirks before getting serious again for a moment, “Look, doll, you’re always telling me not to bottle things up, right? Don’t go breaking your own rules, yeah? I’m here for you just as much as you’re here for me. Whatever’s on your mind, spill. I’m all ears.”

“Thanks, love. I just felt… like everything– like I was too much.”

Xyx puts a hand on your cheek and cups it, “Doll, you are never too much. You’re always enough. And on days when it feels like the world’s got it out for you, you’re not alone in the fight.”

You give him a smile of appreciation and tears well up again for a much more happy reason. All you can do is nod and lean in to his touch as he wipes the stray tear.

“That’s my girl.” he murmurs, giving you butterflies, and kisses your temple. The two of you sit together, your hands on his shoulders, wrapped around his neck, while his arms are securely wrapped around you. You stare at eachother for a bit, smiling as your foreheads touched, before leaning in for a kiss.

For the first time that day, you felt like you could breathe. Like the weight of the world wasn’t just on your shoulders. This was love. The kind that embraces you, holds you when you feel like falling apart. The kind that doesn’t just heal your scars, but reminds you that it’s okay to have them. It wasn’t always grand gestures or dramatic declarations. It was also this. Just being there. It was also the moments where his arms were wrapped around your waist. It was the way he did want to see you happy and the way he did want to make you laugh, but would also help you cry. He’d be there to dry your eyes. He’d be there to let you feel when you needed to. He’d be there.

Through the good. Through the bad. Through the pleasure. Through the pain. Through the laughter. Through the tears.

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