Would it be possible to get a story where X saved the reader once, and they politely thanked him and offered sweets as reward. He was surprised and intrigued that they didn't want autograph or didn't pester him, so in the following days he kept an eye on them out of curiosity, in most normal and absolutely sane way. He would use his dimensional powers and pretend to be his own grafitti on the walls or in random ads and posters, sometimes would be even hiding in the floor. Reader's suspicions grew when they felt random touches or he saved them from tripping over etc. Some ads had X on them, and then they suddenly didn't anymore. Suspicious. He was eventually caught red handed by reader. How? I will leave it up to you!
Man is being all pathetic, full of yearning and secretive for no reason, just as gods intended.
Unexpected Yearning
A/N: Hey anon!! Thank you so much for this request !! :3 When I tell you I was really excited to get this, you have no idea. (A certain someone can confirm, though, lmao. Thanks for putting up with my squealing and fanenbying king 🤍)
This was genuinely so much fun to write, and you can tell bc I very visibly got way too carried away with it, and so it ended up becoming (thus far) the longest fic I've written on here. I hope I did your ideas justice, anon 🙏
INCLUDES/CW: An even MORE ridiculously long story (Someone needs to take writing privileges away at this rate). Mentions of stalking (X is the one doing it, shocker /lh). Semi-Obsessive behavior from our favorite loser X(?). He is PATHETIC, I tell you, and is SO very downbad for you. X yearning (pathetically) for reader (just as the gods intended). X being a lil dumbass (when isn't he?).
["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]
Today was supposed to be relatively boring and uninteresting. Though, it seemed that one of the many local villains had other plans. X wouldn't have intervened, but he happened to be literally right there, and the hero that had come to deal with it was too focused on the villain to notice you were even there — That damn moron.
Of course, saving you was effortless for him. With just one simple snap of his fingers, he'd saved you from becoming collateral damage to the fight between that hero (who he didn't care about) and villain (who he also didn't care about).
X had expected the usual reactions he always got whenever he saved people or ran into civilians in public in his hero form: squealing, pestering him for his autograph or something else, the attempts to flirt with him or drape themselves over him — as well as some inappropriate comments here and there, though, he tried his best not to think of those...
Yet, he didn't receive any of that from you. No, instead, you had looked at him with this certain sincerity that he couldn't recall ever seeing from anyone else before. And, when you'd spoken, your tone was polite, just as sincere as your eyes and smile, and full of genuine gratitude.
Well, that was certainly a new one...
However, as if that wasn't strange enough for him, after you'd verbally thanked him, you'd kindly offered to buy him some sweets as a way to 'properly' thank him, as you'd put it.
Your not only polite, but also kind demeanor had managed to successfully catch the usually unfazed number one hero genuinely by surprise — as well as left him feeling almost overwhelmingly intrigued about you, considering you hadn't acted at all the way he'd initially assumed that you would.
You'd managed to exceed his expectations, to catch him off his guard — something he couldn't recall anyone else, even any other heroes, doing before...
And, in doing so, you've successfully managed to catch the attention of the most enigmatic —and very likely most powerful— man in the world without even realizing it (or meaning to).
In the days that followed, X had to repeatedly reassure himself that what he was doing wasn't necessarily 'stalking'. He was just... 'keeping an eye on you', that was all. He was just... curious about you, nothing more.
And, luckily for him, his powers made that perhaps a little too easy for him to do. Thanks to him taking the number one spot as the top hero, there were advertisements and posters of him plastered at practically every inch of the city, allowing him to hide in literally plain sight.
He could follow you essentially wherever you went. Of course, his normal job as a 10-6 office worker in his civilian form did make following you constantly a bit of a challenge. However, he naturally found ways to get around it — he is X, after all.
Despite what he kept telling himself, however, he couldn't deny that he felt strangely drawn to your... uniqueness. Although you were just another average, normal person, you managed to stand out amongst the crowds in his eyes. Not because of your appearance, but because of your demeanor, and especially the way you treated him that fateful day.
Of course, though, you aren't completely oblivious. Ever since that day that the top hero, X, had saved you, you've had the feeling of being watched near constantly. You tried to ignore it, considering that whenever you would look over your shoulder, you'd never once catch anyone there.
But, somehow, that made the feeling even worse.
The thought that he was the one somehow, and for some reason, following you had naturally popped into your head due to the 'coincidence' of the timing. However, you'd quickly wrote that idea off.
After all, why would the number one hero be following you of all people?
Yet, you couldn't push away your ever-increasing suspicions that, maybe, you were right — because the 'coincidences' weren't lessening, they were only increasing...
Ever since that day, you could've sworn that the amount of advertisements and posters around you with X's face on them had grown quite significantly. And, as if that wasn't already odd enough, you swore that you'd see his face on an ad, poster, or even on the walls one moment, then, the next — it'd be gone.
As if it had never been there.
Then, there were the, although very brief, feelings of feather-light touches you'd occasionally feel. They were never entirely uncomfortable, though. In fact, it was strangely quite the contrary.
Those random, unexplainable, and almost ghost-like touches were never invasive, and you'd usually only feel them if you ever tripped over your own feet while walking somewhere. Or, if you dropped something, you'd swear that you'd feel the ever-briefest feeling of delicate fingers just barely brushing against yours — as if someone had caught the object you'd dropped, despite it hitting the floor (which looked much more colorful than you remembered...).
As the days turned to weeks of this, X had long since given up convincing himself that his behavior was just curiosity, or just 'keeping an eye on you' anymore. At this point, following you around had just become a part of his routine, something he did without even putting any thought into it.
He wasn't following you around anymore because he felt like he had to 'keep an eye on you' or just because you had simply intrigued him — he was following you because he'd fallen hopelessly in love with you, and he had no clue how to tell you.
In truth, X doesn't know how, or even when, it happened. Maybe, it was the way you smiled when you were genuinely and sincerely happy. Or, perhaps, it was the sound of your laugh that was like a beautiful, almost hypnotic, melody to his ears.
Maybe, it was the fact that he'd gotten to see you be so... yourself.
The fact that, because he followed you home on occasion, he'd gotten the chance to see the way you are when no one (as far as you know) is around to see you — and he... he loves it.
He loves the way you let yourself lounge around in your free time, whether you are just sitting on your couch or bed watching TV, or you are playing games, or you're doing something else. He loves the way you sing and dance to your favorite songs without a care in the world.
He loves you.
And, oh god, he has no damn clue how to handle that.
X wants so badly to tell you, but he knows that would be a very bad idea. After all, he has been following you around these last few weeks without you knowing. It wasn't like he could just reveal himself and say: "Hey, I know I've been basically stalking you these last few weeks, but in doing so, I've fallen totally and completely head over heels in love with you. Will you please be my partner?"
... Damn it.
He isn't sure just how long he's been wracking his brain to come up with a way that he could make this work — mostly trying to figure out how he could 'happen' to run into you in his civilian form, considering you wouldn't recognize him that way. However, him being himself, he wants it to be perfect. He wants your 'first' meeting to be perfect, that way when he inevitably confesses to you, you will (hopefully) accept his feelings.
Though, as it would turn out, it's his own meticulous planning that ends up getting him finally caught.
X had gotten so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed it right away when you'd abruptly tripped over something while you were walking home for the night. When he did finally notice, the hero didn't really think (for a change), and he snapped his fingers: causing him to appear at your side and catch you before you could hit the ground.
... Wait, what did he just—? Oh. God damn it—
He feels his entire body go stiff when he realizes just a beat too late what exactly he's just done. You can practically see the way his brain is going about a billion miles a second, the internal panic screaming in his head about how much of a fool he most certainly is, by the way he isn't wearing that seemingly usual calm, confident smirk of his. His jaw is tight, lips pressed into a thin line — but his hold on you has yet to cease, you notice.
However, you also notice something else. The poster on the nearby wall that once had X on it is now vacant, and his touch... You recognize that light, almost delicate, yet now subconsciously protective touch.
You can't help smirking a little, realizing quickly that you'd actually been right in your initial assumption: the number one hero is the one who was following you these last few weeks.
"So... you were the one following me, after all." You say aloud, seeing and feeling him flinch as he quickly snaps his attention to you, dark eyes staring at you with panic as well as embarrassment, confirming your assumption.
There are visible hearts in his eyes, though, when he looks at you, even through his yellow-tinted sunglasses — which you notice have now cracked a little. His face is visibly red, and he's totally fumbling as he struggles to get a response out, some kind of explanation or excuse — anything.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! You know?? Hell, of course you do. Damn it. Does that mean you're mad at him? He wouldn't blame you if you are, you have every right to be, after all.
Yet... strangely enough, you don't look angry... But why would that be—?
Your laugh suddenly interrupts the rapid, panicked train of thoughts running through his head.
"You know, if you wanted to ask me out, you could've just said so." You tease lightly due to noticing the hearts in his eyes and the redness in his face, hoping that you are right in this assumption too of what that means.
You find out very quickly just how right you exactly are after he just... stares at you for a few more seconds, processing what you just said and mentally composing himself. Once he has, though, he smiles; softly, warmly. Affectionately and lovingly.
"You're right... I'm sorry." X starts before snapping his fingers.
A small bag of your favorite sweets and treats, as well as a small bouquet of your favorite flowers —and perhaps a plushie of himself— appear in one of his hands, his other now holding one of yours; gently, delicately, as if you're the most precious thing in the whole entire universe.
His head is bowed a little, causing his yellow-tinted sunglasses to fall down his nose just enough for you to see his dark eyes behind them: his eyes that still have those visible hearts in them, the size of which grow ever-so slightly as those eyes meet your own.
"Will you grant me the honor of taking you on a date and making you mine?"
Age and Sexuality are obvious personal headcanons hshs
I see him being younger than Nulla for obvious reasons (in terms of physical age, I think), but not really any younger than 20 (this is purely off vibes/staring at this man for way too long).
As for his sexuality… well, I think we know why that's the way it is :3c
Dating Difficulty
Neo (canon or Code Swap) is self-aware of the fact that he's difficult, which I don't think is something that would go away even in Code Swap. With that said, though, I don't think CS!Neo would be entirely aware of just how difficult dating him would be, even for as realistic as he is (to me, at least…).
Love Languages
Physical Touch – 4/5:
Taking inspiration from Moose's Swapped!Neo here ngl hshs
I think similar to Swapped!Neo, CS!Neo would show some of his affection through "lovingly" bullying you, but there'd obviously be no ill-intentions with it.
CS!Neo is lowkey touch-starved due to being stuck in the memories, and his growing affection for you ends up making him way too conscious of that for his own comfort, which causes him to become semi-subconsciously more touchy with you than he wants to admit.
Acts of Service – 2.5/5
… If Neo does something for you, and he does so willingly? He loves you.
Words of Affirmation – 1/5
I feel as though he'd be (a little bit) better at showing his affection through actions as opposed to words, maybe because of inexperience of actually verbalizing his feelings/emotions.
With that said, though, I don't think it'd be an impossibility for him to praise you occasionally (may be projecting here bc I'm a sucker for praise… oops), so :3c
Gift Giving – 2.5/5
Uhhh idk too much for this one tbh, pure vibes.
Feels like the type to get you something if he notices you looking at it/knows you like it without asking.
Also kinda feels like the type who'd get you something but wouldn't actually "give" it to you, if that makes sense ? Like uhh maybe in a domestic scenario where you're living together, if he notices you were running out of something, he'd go out and get it for you and just restock it without actually telling you, so you'd just find it already refilled or replaced or whatever.
Idk man hshs I think he'd be a bit awkward about gift giving, but yeah hshs
Quality Time – 5/5
Wants to be around you as much as feasibly possible, and he will genuinely do anything to do so.
He does not care how, he just wants you around for as long as he can possibly have you.
He'll sit there in that white void for an eternity while you just… leave the game open in the background and go about your day doing whatever you're doing, even if you aren't paying attention to him and doing you're own thing, if it'll mean that he can at least be (somewhat) with you somehow.
(Coughs in actually does leave TEAG open sometimes while I do stuff with Nulla on screen sometimes… maybe Neo too soon…)
Romantic Inclinations
Lovey-dovey > Nonchalant: Leaning very slightly more towards lovey-dovey, though I do think he'd be a lot more so when in private?
Devoted >>>> Avoids commitment: Devoted also feels self-explanatory…
Rose-tinted lenses <<<< Realist: Bit more of a realist than Nulla. Uhh idrk how to explain this one tbh
Serious >>>> Casual: Serious also feels self-explanatory x2 hshs
Slow-burn >>> Falls hard and fast: Unlike Nulla who falls for you I think instantly (imo), CS!Neo does take quite awhile to even start falling for you. It takes you a lot of replays of his route before those feelings even start to form, let alone really take root and he actually accepts them.
Confesses first >> Waits for confession: He probably wouldn't admit it, but I think he'd be somewhat fearful of confessing to you, considering the barrier between you two, but I do think he'd eventually confess first since I really don't think he'd be able to keep it hidden forever.
PDA vs Private should be right in the middle but rahhh. As I said before, he'd be more "lovey-dovey" in private, but I do think his possessiveness would cause him to be affectionate with you in front of others sometimes.
And uhhh last two Wants it to last >>>> It's temporary and Monogamous >>>> Polyamorous are self-explanatory too :3c
Ideal Partner
"Sólo te quiero a ti Amor <3 :)"
Dates to go on
Baking is something I do see him liking, but he isn't (wasn't) able to truly enjoy it before since he dreaded the clean-up process afterward. With you, though, he'd maybe be able to actually enjoy it more.
Napping together: Would absolutely love it if you (accidentally or not) left the game on while you slept. Pretty sure he doesn't need to sleep, so he'd probably just stare at you through the screen. Or maybe he'd actually take a nap for once, feeling reassured by the view of you through the screen that even after he closes his eyes and allows himself to drift off for a little bit, you'll still be there when he awakes.
A/N: I hate (love) this man with every fiber of my being. This little shit decided that consuming my every waking moment with thoughts of him wasn't enough, so he invaded my dream last night. (Gonna be so real, the only part of this whole thing that came from my dream is literally at the very end... You'll never guess what part it is).
On another note, my phone keyboard has started auto-capitalizing the letter X (just like that. God. I wanna fucking punt him [with love]) whenever I type it, so ig I truly cannot escape him — as if I was even trying... 🫠
INCLUDES: Another ridiculously long story. Friends to lovers(?); up to interpretation, ig, idk. X being a stupid lil puntable dumbass shit (love him). Some angst (I'm sorry), but a happy ending. You'll probably wanna slap his cute face then kiss it at the end (idk, that's just how I feel after writing then rereading it).
["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]
You have been inseparable —chaotic— best friends with Bai Xizhuang since high school. You knew him like you knew all the words to your favorite songs, and he knew you like he knew the locations of every single 24 hour vending machine with X cola in the city.
Even after the two of you graduated high school, and you each began stumbling your ways through early adulthood, neither of you allowed yourselves to stray too far from one another. You always kept in touch, whether that was through texting or calling daily, or meeting up at your favorite places to catch up and simply enjoy each other's company.
Even after all this time, you'd remained inseparable.
Until you suddenly weren't.
The timing couldn't have been a coincidence. That was the one thing you were certain about anymore. Bai Xizhuang began to distance himself from you seemingly abruptly, but you weren't stupid — he began avoiding you after that mysterious, completely unknown white-haired man claimed the title of 'X'.
That couldn't have been a coincidence, could it? Perhaps you could have written it off as such — if only you hadn't noticed how eerily similar this man looked to your best friend.
Their face shapes were essentially identical, and you had a strong feeling that their eyes were the same color, too: that same dark color, if only 'X's weren't partially obscured by those yellow-tinted sunglasses.
The fact that your best friend somehow had mysterious, clearly absurdly powerful superpowers should've been the part you got hung up on. After all, it wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence that one's long-time friend not only becomes a hero, but becomes the top hero — and so goddamn effortlessly, at that.
Yet, it wasn't that that had made you increasingly restless during the late hours of the nights as his presence in your life began to slowly but surely decrease.
It wasn't his unexplainable powers, despite his true identity being completely unknown to the public. It wasn't this seemingly new 'hero persona' he'd so abruptly taken on.
It was the fact that the one thing you were so confident would always remain a constant in your life was slowly slipping away from you, and you felt almost entirely powerless to stop it.
You had a feeling you knew why he was seemingly avoiding you, too. But, in truth, that didn't help the way you felt: that didn't ease the ever-growing frustration you felt towards him.
You already knew he could be an idiot, especially when it came to things such as 'feelings', but you didn't think he'd ever do something this stupid.
You hadn't thought that he'd ever push you away like this — especially not when, normally, he was the total opposite.
Bai Xizhuang wasn't the type to avoid someone he so clearly adored and cherished more than life itself. He was clingy, sometimes annoyingly so.
He wasn't the type to ghost you for hours, or even days — he was the type to text you at every free moment during his day. He was the one who always called you practically the millisecond he was able to leave his job, the type to randomly show up at your front door with take-out on his days off.
X, however... Well, he seemed different.
You knew the way Bai Xizhuang thought. You knew, deep down, that he was most likely trying to keep you safe by keeping his distance — seemingly unwilling to take any risks when it comes to your safety. Even if the chances of anyone (apart from you) making the connection and finding out his true identity were near nonexistent, he wasn't willing to take the risk of it happening — and, thus, anyone finding out just how... attached he was to you.
Oh, if only you knew.
If only you knew how utterly miserable he's been these last few weeks. If only you knew how difficult it's been for him to ignore your texts and calls. If only you knew how, although he thought this is what would be best for you — it was causing his heart to ache with the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his entire life.
It wasn't until his efforts to keep you safe by avoiding you had completely and utterly backfired on him that he finally realized just how badly he'd screwed up.
Because, despite his efforts, you just had to show up while he was fighting a villain as X, and that said villain just fucking had to notice you and grab you in an attempt to try and use you as a hostage—
That ended up being the biggest mistake of that villain's life, and he made damn sure of it.
Late that very same night, X teleported to your apartment's front door. And, although he felt unfamiliarly anxious, he hesitantly knocked on the door.
When you eventually answered, you froze when you saw him standing there: wearing his usual suit, though his black hair looked a bit messier than usual. He stiffened, a small, nervous smile creasing his lips as he looked at you, his other hand clearly holding something behind his back.
"Hey... I, uh—" Bai Xizhuang cleared his throat, mentally berating himself before taking a deep breath and looking at you once more. This time, however, his expression was more earnest; softer, even.
"I'm sorry," He began, "For avoiding you these last few weeks... Things have just been— hectic... you could say, and I just—"
"I know."
Instantly, he flinches, his dark eyes looking at you with confusion, subtle anxiety, and something else not even he knows.
For a moment, he doesn't speak. He simply stares at you, and you, right back at him.
He knew you like he knew the prices of all of your favorite foods, and you knew him like you knew all of his most favorite desserts.
Finally, Bai Xizhuang doesn't think (for once), he just allows his body to move on its own as he steps closer to you and pulls you into the tightest and warmest hug he's ever given you — dropping the bag he'd been hiding behind his back, which turned out to be full of your most favorite comfort foods.
"Fuck, I've missed you..." He whispers as he tightens his arms around you, feeling himself begin to tear up from the nearly overwhelming emotions washing over him like a tsunami.
Although the thought of anything happening to you because of his being X terrifies him, the thought of losing you because of his own stupidity is so much worse. He swears he won't do anything like this ever again.
Just don't hate him, please. Be mad at him for his foolishness, he can take that. You don't have to forgive him right away, and you can yell at him for as long as you need to. Tell him how much he's hurt you these last few weeks, and call him every name in the book; he deserves it.
You can steal as many of his snacks as you please, take the last bite of his desserts, and take the last sip of his X cola for the rest of your lives. Hell, he will even let you spend his money on merchandise for another hero—
Just, please, he's begging you (literally, he's on his knees): Don't hate him for being such a goddamn idiot that he didn't realize the fact that, truly, he can't live without you.
A/N: This fic is brought to you by the thunderstorm currently (as of writing this) going on in my area, and my own personal (maybe irrational, but idc) fear of them and desperate need for comfort from my favorite silly, sweet(s) man.
INCLUDES: Established relationship (Dating). Reader is terrified of thunderstorms. X being a sweet, attentive, simp boyfriend, comforting his s/o. Comforting, tooth-rotting fluff.
["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]
Your loving boyfriend took immense pride in himself when it came to knowing you better than anyone else. As such, he naturally knew what he believed to be a very crucial detail about you:
You were terrified of thunderstorms.
You hated thunderstorms, or storms in general for that matter, more than you hated receiving phone calls without warning (unless they're from your boyfriend, of course).
That was why he made it a point to check the weather forecast frequently. If there were even hints that there was going to be a potential storm in the area, he'd make sure he was prepared — and that was exactly the situation he found himself in.
Bai Xizhuang had woken up at the usual time he always did, got up and took his normal morning shower before checking his phone and immediately opening the weather app to check the forecast. This, although minor change to his morning routine, had been added after the two of you began dating, and he found out about your fear.
He instantly frowned, however, when he saw that there was a high probability of a thunderstorm later in the day, closer to the evening. Thankfully, it was showing no signs of storming during the majority of the day, specifically during the time he'd be at work.
He just had to hope that he didn't receive any overtime today.
Of course, he texted you several times throughout the day — he couldn't not text you at every chance he got. He made sure to tell you about the incoming storm that way you could prepare however you needed to.
And although you didn't say it explicitly, he could tell by the subtle change in your texts that you were anxious about it. He'd have to pick up plenty of treats for you.
Thankfully, for once, luck(y Cyan— sorry) seemed to be on his side, as he not only didn't receive any overtime, but the thunderstorm in the forecast had yet to actually start. Though, the sky had gotten increasingly darkened with clouds throughout the day, especially now.
Damn, he'd have to hurry.
With that in mind, Bai Xizhuang wasted no time as he made several stops on his way to your apartment. First, was the convenience store to ensure he and (mostly) you had everything you'd need, such as plenty of snacks (of course). He then stopped by your favorite take-out place, picking up your comfort foods.
He also may have bought both of you some X colas to share, and some of his own merchandise as a gift for you, but that was besides the point...
Once he'd gotten everything he felt was necessary, he ensured he was alone before snapping his fingers, teleporting to your apartment's front door in an instant. Once there, he knocked on the door, doing one last, brief look-over of everything he'd gotten to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Of course, you weren't surprised he was there, and so quickly at that. He did this every time he noticed there was any potential for a storm ever since learning of your fear; he insisted on being there, hating even just the thought of you being alone when you were scared.
But, oh was your beloved, adorable boyfriend rather... Extra.
He smiled sweetly at you when you opened the door and let him in, giving you a quick kiss as he did so. You naturally noticed the several bags he was carrying, and you couldn't help laughing when you'd noticed the one with some of his own merchandise in it.
You found it both cute and funny that he did that, even more so that he seemed rather determined to spoil you rotten by giving majority of it to you, usually saying something the lines of: "X is your hero first and foremost, and I don't want you to forget that."
God, is he such a goofy idiot. But, he is your goofy idiot.
By the time the rain had begun coming down, thunder occasionally rumbling outside, Bai Xizhuang had already gotten everything setup, and the two of you were already sitting together on the couch, your favorite show playing on the TV in the background while you both indulged in the snacks he'd gotten — him sometimes attempting to make you laugh or impress you by doing small magic tricks for you.
Of course, he unfortunately knew that even despite his efforts, the storms always seemed to find ways to startle or even outright terrify you — usually whenever a particularly loud, sudden crackle and boom and flash of lightning could be heard or seen outside.
Whenever that happened, he never hesitated to pull you closer to himself, oftentimes pulling your head into his chest that way you could hear and focus on the sounds of his heartbeat and voice instead of the storm raging outside.
"I'm here, don't worry." He whispers softly and reassuringly. His fingers gently massage your scalp as they slowly, carefully, card through your hair. His arm is wrapped securely around you, holding you as close as he possibly can, as if you're the most precious thing in the universe — because, to him, you are.
"Just focus on me, darling." He continues, keeping his voice quiet and gentle.
The two of you stay like that for a long while until you, eventually, are able to fall asleep to the sound of his voice and heartbeat, and the relaxing feeling of his warmth and fingers combing through your hair.
He smiles slightly when he hears the faint sounds of your snoring, but he doesn't dare to even think about moving. Oh goodness no — he doesn't want to risk waking you up.
Instead, he stays there exactly as he is. Holding you as close as physically possible, fingers raking through your hair, as he keeps his heartbeat as steady as he can while staring down at you with visible hearts in his eyes — though, he can't quite help the way it skips a beat, or two, at the simply precious view of you sleeping against him.
"I love you." The words leave his lips in an ever-so faint, barely even audible whisper, as he kisses the top of your head and continues to look at you with the most sweet, adoring, and nearly even lovesick look in his eyes.
That is, until he inevitably ends up dozing off as well right there on your couch with you. That's okay, though, because he's holding his favorite person in the entire universe safe in his arms.
CS!Neo's reaction if you randomly went up to him and started smothering him in affectionate kisses
A/N: Woah, it hasn't been a month this time what? :O How crazy! Anyways, this is also a really short fic scenario with Code Swap! Neo requested by one of my friends and written over a month ago now.
With Valentine's Day coming up fairly soon, I am trying to write something for it with CS!Neo, though I am not making any promises since I don't know if my motivation will keep up enough for me to finish it... Gulps. Will say that if I can, it might end being my longest fic I've posted to date... erm, oopsies??
Fun fact no one asked for, but I'm pretty sure this was the first thing I'd written for the new year, so that's pretty neat me thinks :3c
"coughcough his reaction to smothering him in kisses please i beg of you
randomly come up to him and start drowning him in affection
i need that man dead. affectionately"
- Request from another close friend of mine who's asked to be anonymous here<3
He will become a very flustered but happy, and maybe a bit dazed, mess. Initially, he'll be a little caught off-guard, not expecting it, but he'll melt into your affection in a few seconds maximum. He isn't really able to help it, having become completely and utterly weak to any affection you show him.
Neo thrives off of just your attention alone, so you showing him so much affection like this? He'll absolutely melt. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, and despite himself — he doesn't actually mind it.
Little hearts appear in his dark eyes when you grab his face and begin peppering every inch of it in kisses. You can feel the warmth of his flushed face under your hands, and perhaps even the corners of his lips that have drawn up into the biggest, most tender smile you'll ever see.
When you eventually decide to stop and pull away, you'll be able to see it: the pure adoration and obsession this man has developed for you. And, it's all because of your own stubbornness and persistence — he wonders if this is your way of showing him directly that you are just as obsessed with him as he's become with you.
Though, he supposes that if you weren't, you wouldn't have been replaying his route so much over that crybaby's, now would you? :)
For a moment, Neo is too dazed to speak, or to even register that you've stopped. However, when he feels you beginning to move away from him, he finally snaps himself out of it. His smile grows. It's still soft, but with a slightly familiar hint of mischief, as his own hands now move to encircle you, effectively keeping you close and refusing to let you go. He leans in close, one arm remaining wrapped around you, while his other hand reaches up to hold your face similar to how you'd held his just moments ago.
The hearts in his eyes have yet to disappear, in fact, you swear they've even grown a little larger as they look directly into your own; his gaze is unwavering, all of his attention focused solely on you. As if, especially right now, you are all that matters and all he's thinking about — which is exactly the case.
"Jaja… Where do you think you're going, mi cielo?~ Did you think I wouldn't return the favor?"
His voice is an octave lower than usual, that mischievous glint in his eyes accompanied by the hearts all but confirming to you that he is not letting you go anytime soon, and you are about to be absolutely —and maybe literally— smothered in his own affectionate kisses.
A/N: Hey, I'm back at it again. Be expecting me to write for this pathetic —hot and sexy— loser a lot (hopefully) bc when I tell you I am obsessed with this man, I mean I'm ✨ OBSESSED ✨ !!
Anyways, this is the (hopefully) apparently wanted 'part 2' (@angelpuppyjay I'm looking at you) to my previous fic. I say 'part 2', but this is really more like a sequel. That "story for another time" I guess I alluded to in the first lol.
(Click here for 'part 1' if you'd like to read it! You don't have to, though.)
INCLUDES: Ridiculously long story — I got way too carried away, sorry lmao. Tooth-rotting fluff, I think. X is such a downbad simp, a pathetic loser, and a lovesick idiot for reader; it's laughable and adorable all at once.
["X" Bai Xizhuang x desserts lover gn!Reader]
Hero X was not supposed to fall in love. The notion alone was simply preposterous to even think about it, let alone not only consider, but even actually happen.
Yet, here he was: utterly, hopelessly, absolutely, and truly pathetically in love — and it was with you.
Damn it.
Why did you have to walk into his life the way you did? Why did you have to be so goddamn cute and irresistible? So relatable and silly? Why did you have to compliment him the way you sometimes did, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
He hated it, truly (Lies). He hated the way you'd sometimes call him 'cute' whenever he stumbled over his words, trying and most times miserably failing to flirt with you. He hated the way you smiled and laughed at some of his antics.
Most of all, though, he hates the way you're slowly beginning to consume his thoughts. X's thoughts shouldn't be on some random, albeit cute, person he just happened to run into on one fateful day when he'd gone to his favorite bakery after work.
And yet, they were. His thoughts were utterly and completely consumed by you.
Not even the occasional overtime from his office job could take his mind off of you for long, nor his hero work as X.
He wasn't supposed to fall in love. That wasn't part of his plans. The top hero wasn't meant nor allowed to have that kind of luxury... right?
Well, whatever, he supposed. It was far too late now, for he feared that X— that Bai Xizhuang had already fallen far too deeply into the waters of almost pathetic, unwavering, and downright terrifying love for you.
... And, if he was being entirely honest, he was actually strangely okay with that.
He wasn't certain how long it'd taken him, mentally battling with himself whether or not this was really okay — whether or not him falling in love was actually okay. Longer than he liked, he was certain of that.
Eventually, though, you did something that seemed to win the internal battle within for him...
It was during one of those days the two of you would hang out at that place the two of you had initially met: the bakery.
You were sitting across from him, the table covered in several plates of many varying desserts the both of you had ordered. This had become a nearly weekly occurrence for the two of you: you'd meet up at this bakery, order two of nearly every single thing they had available (one for each of you, of course), then you'd sit across from one another and chat about how your weeks had gone, what you'd done, and so on — of course, he never told you about his... second 'job'.
It was like any one of those other days, things went the same as they always did. Perhaps he was being even quieter than usual, and maybe he was also getting more lost in his thoughts —because of the internal battle he was having with himself— but it wasn't like you'd notice that—
Except, that's exactly what you did.
"Bai Xizhuang? Are you okay?" Your voice caused him to flinch, nearly dropping his fork as he blinked his dark eyes to focus on you again. You were frowning a little, your expression showing visible worry.
He quickly cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses —a nervous habit he had— as he allowed a quiet, nervous laugh to leave him.
"Yes, I'm alright. Sorry, I'm just..." He began, though he trailed off when his eyes met yours.
God, he loved your eyes so much — He loved you so much, actually, but that wasn't the point—
He smiled, shaking his head.
"I'm just tired from work, don't worry about me. Please, continue what you were saying. I'm listening." He eventually said before taking a bite of the slice of strawberry cake in front of him.
He couldn't tell you what exactly it was about that moment that made him finally decide that — Yes. This is okay. Loving you is okay. — and thus, begin spending way too many hours planning how exactly he was going to confess these nearly overwhelming feelings for you.
Maybe, it was the way you worried over him. Or the way, even after what he'd said, you'd silently offered him your slice of strawberry cake, certainly knowing that it was not only one of his favorites, but that he wasn't being entirely honest — and you'd done so with that sweet smile of yours, too.
Whatever it was, his mind was made up that day: He would confess to you, and he'd make damn sure that everything was utterly perfect. He needed it to be. After all, as far as he was concerned: a perfect person like you deserved no less—
Though, you seemed to have other plans...
"I love you, Bai Xizhuang."
Bai Xizhuang nearly choked on his X Cola as the two of you had been walking side by side, having just arrived at your apartment's front door (Him being the gentleman he is, he insists on walking you home every single time you two hang out).
He couldn't really believe what you'd just said, and his expression showed it. His dark eyes were wide, staring at you in utter disbelief and astonishment, but his face gave away how flustered he was hearing you say those words.
Was this real? Did you actually just say what he thought you did?
In truth, he didn't know how to feel. Relieved that you felt the same way as him? Or, upset that you just totally and unknowingly ruined the last few days —weeks— of his carefully thought-out, crafted planning for how, when, where, and so on he was going to confess to you—??
Whelp. It doesn't matter now — Not when all he's feeling now is that almost pathetic love for you.
Because you just had to be so damn cute and giggle at his utterly adorable reaction to your impulsive confession, and you even abruptly stepped closer to give him a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek, successfully snapping him back to reality.
You could swear there were little hearts in his eyes. Though, you weren't certain with the way his glasses had fogged up, concealing his dark eyes from your view.
Either way, seeing the —most of the time— composed man practically melting was truly the most precious thing you'd seen.
You had a feeling there was a lot more of that to come, and you were more than happy about that.
"See you tomorrow. Good night, Bai Xizhuang." You told him in that sweet voice and with that warm smile of yours after unlocking and opening your front door, seeing the way he was now holding his cheek that you'd kissed.
You'd never forget that cute little smile he had on his face, it now equivalent to that of a totally devoted, lovesick idiot — your devoted, lovesick idiot.
He could only hum and nod, barely muttering out a, "See you tomorrow" and "Good night" as he watched you go inside for the night.
To hell with his plans. You are his now, and he doesn't want it any other way.
A/N: I listened to the song Sticks and Stones by JORDY ft. Charlotte Sands, and this is the result. I am not sorry 🫠🤍
(Edit: Part 2 is not happening for the time being since I am not really in the fandom anymore.)
I did have a lot of fun writing this, though, and I am already getting ideas for ways I could continue this, so... ((mischievously rubs hands together like the evil lil Devilcat I am)) Go ahead and give me an excuse to write more pathetic, pining X hehe >:3
Honestly might try doing more fics inspired by songs bc I have plenty of songs I could totally write X fics with.
INCLUDES: A songfic I think?? (Does this count? I included some lines of lyrics towards the end, but not many, so idk). X pining (pathetically) for reader. X is downbad for you fr. He's pathetic, we love him. May or may not contain angst (I'm actually sorry, I swear 🙏).
["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."
Bai Xizhuang hated that saying, perhaps even more than he hated working overtime — because to him, it is so very wrong. Or, at the very least, it has become wrong ever since he met you.
He wasn't usually a sensitive or fearful person. Or, at the very least, he hid any and all sensitivity and fears he had extremely well.
He remained stoic and unfazed in the office, even when his boss would announce that they had overtime, he'd keep his outward expression neutral — despite the raging frustration within him.
And especially when he became 'X', the number one hero, he's made absolutely sure to keep any and all even slightly potential weaknesses carefully hidden behind the façade of casual confidence.
Not that it is entirely a façade because, the truth is, he genuinely believes in himself. He's entirely confident in himself and his abilities. He fully, and honestly, believes that he will win any and all fights or confrontations with just the simple snap(s) of his fingers.
No, that isn't the lie he keeps so carefully hidden behind that casual, perceivably arrogant, confident smirk of his hero self's; or the calm, collected neutral expression of his normal self's.
The lie he is trying so damn desperately to keep hidden is the fact that he has one fatal, glaring vulnerability.
And it's you. It's you, and his own stupid feelings for you.
Your arrival into his life was abrupt; unplanned, unexpected, and unaccounted for. You were like a chaotic and hectic storm; you'd appear, you'd wreak havoc (on his heart and head), then you'd disappear — and all with seemingly no clue of the nearly overwhelming, blinding impact you'd leave on him in your wake.
During this complex, intricate game of chess he's playing with the other heroes' fates, he can't afford any distractions, and especially not any unknown, unpredictable variables — and you are the biggest distraction and unknown, unpredictable variable of them all.
The worst part of it all, though, is the fact you genuinely don't know, nor are you even a remotely bad person. You're flawed, yes, but he loves those flaws. He loves those little imperfections that have made you into the captivating and mesmerizing masterpiece you are today.
X doesn't fear the dangers that being a hero brings. He doesn't really fear the, albeit low, potential that he could get harmed, or worse. He isn't even all that afraid of the, again albeit low, chances that people could find out his true identity.
No, the sole thing he's currently utterly terrified of is that if he tells you how he feels for you, that you won't say it back.
It truly is ridiculous, is it not? He's the top hero, the almighty X, and the only thing that truly scares him is being rejected by you, one out of the billions average, regular people.
Pathetic is probably a more accurate description, he thinks, huh?
Yet, despite his fear, he finds himself becoming increasingly and helplessly drawn to you; like a moth to a flame. He finds himself hoping that you're watching whenever he fights a villain as X, hoping that you're as impressed with his abilities as many others are — your opinion is the only one that really matters to him in the end, after all.
He finds himself wondering if (and secretly hoping) you find his hero form as attractive as many of his own colleagues at his office seem to. Yet, he also finds himself wondering if you do, then would you find his incredibly average, normal self attractive too?
Bai Xizhuang supposes that he truly is pathetic whenever these thoughts begin to consume his mind. He could be at work, typing away on his laptop, and thoughts of you will randomly begin appearing in his mind. Or, worse, he'll be out as X, battling against a villain of some kind, when your face will flash through his mind, and he'll wonder what you're doing in that moment.
He's totally and utterly pathetic for you. Pathetically, hopelessly —dangerously— in love with you.
And that... Oh, that is what truly, completely, and utterly terrifies him.
"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will fucking kill me."
Bai Xizhuang can handle the overtime, even if its unpaid. X can take getting hit by a villain, or even another hero with a grudge against him (There's plenty of them who do, after all). He can take overhearing the way his co-workers talk about his hero self right in front of him without any clue that it's him they're even talking about. He can handle the overwhelming stress, pressure, and weight of all of the top 10's fates in his very own two hands.
None of that frightens him.
"And I could fall a thousand feet, and I know that I'd still be... More afraid of the things you say — Tell me that you're mine, or else I'll pass away!"
No, the only fear the infamous, almighty Hero X has is what you might say if he ever tells you just how much he adores and cherishes you: how much he loves you.
And so, that's why he's come to the conclusion...
... He will never tell you.
He'll continue keeping it inside, despite how painful it is; how much his heart longs for you and only you. Despite how desperate he is to finally say it aloud and hear you say it in return; how desperate he is to hold you and kiss you, to be able to call you his.
Because there's always the chance that you don't feel the same way.
And Bai Xizhuang would rather take unpaid overtime and overhearing his co-workers gossip about his hero self, while X would rather take a punch directly to his handsome face from Queen and handle the fates of her and the rest of the top 10 heroes, than ever take that chance.
"'Cause sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will fucking kill me."
A/N: X with a reader who is just as much, if not possibly even more, of a sugar addict as/than him has been an idea bouncing around my silly lil brain for days now, so have this silly, probably really short, messy blurb I guess.
(This is also my first ever x reader fic, so please have mercy on me! 🙏)
A/N 2: 'Part 2'/the sequel to this is now out! :3
["X" / Bai Xizhuang x desserts lover gn!Reader]
Bai Xizhuang couldn't say it outright, but damn did he hate his normal job sometimes — in particular, he hated whenever there was overtime, even if it was paid.
Overtime, majority of the time, meant that by the time he was finally able to leave and head home, the bakery he often enjoyed stopping by to buy some much needed and deserved desserts for not only himself, but also his lover, would be closed.
And, even worse, less time to spend with his beloved!
Well, that's okay! (The prior, not the latter. The latter is never okay, as far as he's concerned.) Thankfully, he'd already bought plenty of delicious sweets for him and his lover to indulge in once he was finally able to go home to you.
Speaking of you… He knows you are just as much of a sugar fiend as he is. After all, that is how the two of you initially met. At that local bakery, both of you ordering just about nearly every single thing they had on display.
He can't help but wonder, what are you doing right now? He can only hope you haven't found all of the sweets he'd bought…
He'd never forget that day, though — the day you walked into his life and stayed there unwaveringly. Even after he'd totally fumbled his numerous attempts to flirt with you, embarrassing himself at just about every twist and turn possible due to his complete inexperience when it came to the ways of romance.
Even now, he'll never admit to you just how many hours he spent trying to plan out the perfect first date, the perfect time to confess his almost pathetic, unwavering love for you. He wanted —needed— everything to be perfect: location, time of day, weather, direction and strength of the wind, everything...
... Only to have all of his carefully crafted and thought-out plans totally thrown out the window by your irritating, yet endearing, impulsiveness.
But, that's a story for another time.
On the bright side, you knowing that he is X did come with a considerable amount of pros. One of which: being able to teleport directly to your shared home after a long day of work — after stopping by the the bakery, or any other sweets shop for that matter, of course.
And that is exactly what he does the moment he is finally freed (for tonight, at least) from the shackles of his office job.
Unfortunately, it's nearly midnight by the time that happens, and all of both of your favorite places are closed, just as he'd suspected they'd be — Damn it.
But, as he thought earlier, that's perfectly okay! He'd already bought (what he thought were) plenty of sweets for the both of you to eat together the day prior, so perhaps he could skip stopping by the dessert shops for tonight?
Letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh, he opens the front door of your shared apartment the moment he appears in front of it. Finally, he thinks, he can now finally not only eat his favorite sweets, but also cuddle his favorite person while doing so, and relax.
"Darling! I'm home—" He calls out, but he pauses in the doorway when he looks inside.
… Yeah, he really should've known better, huh?
There you are, totally passed out on the couch — the now nearly completely empty containers of desserts scattered about around you.
For a moment, he can only stare in slight, brief disbelief and surprise. However, both melt away quite quickly. He can't find it in himself to be mad at you for eating all of the sweets, and even somehow finding the stash he'd hidden, too — though, that doesn't mean he's not just a bit upset that you didn't leave much leftover for him...
Bai Xizhuang sighs to himself, a small grin making its way to his lips as he quietly removes his work shoes, and closes the front door behind him, before crossing the small space towards your sleeping figure on the couch. He can't help smiling, most certainly like the lovesick idiot he absolutely is, upon getting a closer look at you.
Oh well. Suppose he was right, after all. It is okay because, while he didn't get to have much of his favorite sweets, he did get a priceless photo of his favorite person looking so utterly adorable and peaceful.
And, of course, he did get to cuddle his favorite person too, so it wasn't a total loss…
… Though, he would have to make sure he hid the sweets he got next time a lot better.
