#shang chi crack fic
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hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics
TYSM <33
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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!
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peter parker x stark! reader
summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.
w/c: 3.1k
notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already
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you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.
there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either.
two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.
what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.
--
you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)
peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.
“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.
“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”
natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.
peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”
you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”
peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.
“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”
you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.
“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.
natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”
you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”
--
you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.
bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.
you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.
“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”
peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”
“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.
“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.
“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.
“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.
bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.
--
peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.
“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.
“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.
“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.
you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.
“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.
“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.
david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.
“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.
“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”
peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.
“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.
you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”
neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.
--
sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)
you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.
you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.
“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”
the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”
your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.
“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.
“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.
the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)
“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.
“uh, approximately four.”
peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”
you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.”
you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.
sam looked at you incredulously. “no?”
you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”
“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.
you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”
--
“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.
“i made a collage of my feet pics.”
“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”
“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)
“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.
“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.
“…father?”
“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?”
you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.
bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.
bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”
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friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.
peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…
“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.
“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.
“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”
“homicide.”
“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.
“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”
you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.
“that’s it?”
“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”
you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.
“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.
the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team.
wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.
“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”
“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.
peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.
“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.
“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”
you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”
tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.
“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”
tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”
“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”
tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”
“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”
wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”
bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”
tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.
“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”
“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”
you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”
tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”
peter opened his mouth, “ye-”
you opened your mouth, “no!”
the two of you gaped at each other.
“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.
tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.
“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.
“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”
peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”
you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”
peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.
“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.
“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.
“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”
“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”
you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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@mimbotomy tagged me in a fun tag game for fanfic writers, so here's my answers!!!!
How many works do you have on AO3?
I have 62 total works, and I am so disappointed in a lot of them 😅
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339,839 words!
What fandoms do you write for?
Lately I've been working a lot on fics with AC: Odyssey, Monsterverse, and VicTORIous. However, I did recently do a fic for Mean Girls (2024) and I used to write a lot for BNHA/MHA, when I was very big on that fandom, but all those fics are really bad and cringe so I try to pretend they don't exist. I also have some batfamily fics, and a few for Dynasty. A few oneshots here and there with that fic being my only work in the fandom. And how could I forget, Horizon!
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Confidence - What a Hero Needs - this annoys me so much, it was my first fic, EVER. I wrote it 4 years ago, and it's still my most popular, I've written much better stuff. I've even REWRITTEN THIS ONE AND THE OG IS STILL MORE POPULARR GKHDGHJHWJHK
Apects Unknown - or are they? - a fun batfamily and wonderbat based fic off of my own mini-universe. Very cute, and very proud of this fic
Perseverance - What a Hero Needs - the immediate follow up to Confidence. Again, I've written a lot better stuff
"What? I like hero merch!" - My favorite crack fic I've written. Also BNHA/MHA based, but this was just fun and cute
Among (Us) the Villains - yet another BNHA/MHA fic, but this time it's based about Izuku being friends with the LoV. And gaming with them. Made around the time of Among Us, hence the title
Do you respond to comments?
I try, especially once I post something new. But honestly, a lot of my responses end up being just hearts or "thank you's" and it personally makes me feel like I'm being disingenuine when i respond with them too much
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I suppose Kumandra's Heart? But that was more sad than angst, I think?
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Pretty Girls, my Mean Girls (2024) fic!!!! I love this one so much, it's one of the few I go back and reread often! Basically a rewrite of the movie to be a lot gayer.
Do you get hate on fics?
Oh yeah, there was this one marvel fic I did, and this one commenter was really mad that I wasn't going exactly as canon dictated. Because of course
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I have a few fics with smut, and it's mainly kink-based. Definitely love involved too, but very kink-based.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Yes! I enjoy it a lot! My craziest one would probably have to be the one I'm currently writing, combining the Assassin's Creed universe and Legendary's Monsterverse. It's called Ancients Risen Anew, and based on Kassandra joining MONARCH after the G-Day event in 2014!
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge! I made all my fics available only to registered users for the purpose of keeping them as safe as I can while still sharing them.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! Would love to see it happen though!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope! It sounds interesting to do though!
What's your all time favorite ship?
I would have to say Jade West/Tori Vega. The good old classic gay couple from Nickelodeon, as much as we hate how that era of TV was behind the scenes. A close second would probably be Aloy/Seyka, from Horizon. I just love them so much, they're my little blorbos (i think i used that term right :D)
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have a few, but I'll talk about Cascade for now. It's the marvel fic I mentioned earlier, and I kinda lost all interest in marvel recently. The last media I saw was The Marvels, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I kinda got oversaturated with too much Marvel stuff, and not enough of it was as amazing like Shang-Chi was to make me wanna stay interested. Will definitely watch the stuff I'm interested in though (anything with Kate Bishop and Yelena)
What are your writing strengths?
Hmmmm, tough one. I would say lore. I love writing lore and explaining lore. I am also very good at writing outlines.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Fight scenes. Especially fast paced ones. I love the choreography in movies, but how am I supposed to translate the fast-paced combat into writing in a way that feels natural????
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I have done this for a short story! Please go check it out, its non-fandom related so it didn't get traction, but oh my god i did so much research for it and I love it. It's called Children of Níðhǫggr!
First fandom you wrote for?
Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia. Please, end me
Favorite fic you've written?
How the fuck am I supposed to choose just one?!??!?! I'll limit myself to five, to keep this short, lol
Ink & Sparks - which is my favorite Jade West/Tori Vega fic. I rewrote it several times, and the version linked is the best one I've done. Please check it out, I love it so much!
There's More To Life Than Surviving! - Honestly, this one is a contender for top fic. A crack fic, but for Ninjago! Loved it a lot
The Titan of the Pearl - A very nice fic I wrote combining the Pirates of the Caribbean and Godzilla. Because I can
Kumandra's Heart - A slight ending rewrite of Raya, the Last Dragon, which is my personal favorite Disney Princess movie
Pretty Girls - the Mean Girls (2024) fic I mentioned earlier. I love this one so much, and like I said, I keep going back to reread it, that's how much I enjoy it
Going to tag @aeide, @hartlesshart, @foibles-fables, and @spectres-n-knights for this! And if anyone else wants to, please go ahead!
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Seal the Deal
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48461062
by Writer_Lethogica
Sam Wilson, Pirate extraordinaire, saves selkie Bucky Barnes from a ship. Shenanigans ensue.
EXCERPT:
“Holy shit, is that the seal from earlier this month?” blurted Joaquín next to Sam, but Sam barely registered the words.
He could only watch this seal.
Who.
Quickly turned into a very naked man.
Words: 1804, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 7 of SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Fics, Part 9 of All Caps Bingo Round One 2023 Fills
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Joaquín Torres, Shang-Chi (Marvel), Xu Xialing (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wong (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: full beta we survive like final girls, POV Bucky Barnes, POV Sam Wilson, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, Selkie Bucky Barnes, Pirate Sam Wilson (Marvel), Winged Sam Wilson, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Crack Treated Seriously, Wingfic
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48461062
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Master List of My Fics
All of my fics are posted on AO3, no where else. All of my fics are tagged and rated to the best of my ability, but please check ANs at the beginning of each fic/chapter for additional CWs.
One Shots:
The Valentine Struggle 2.5 k, G, Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova/Joaquín Torres, Fluff, Queerplatonic Relationship, AroAce Yelena
Just Things 2 k, T, SamBucky, Angst w/ a Hopeful Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Cinnamon-Brown Sugar Coffee Creamer 6 k, T, SamBucky, past Sam/Riley, past Sam/Natasha, Angst w/ a Happy Ending, Fluff
These Wings That Strain His Shoulders 5 k, T, SamBucky, Angst w/ a Hopeful Ending
Bucky Barnes's Poetry Project 2 k, T, SamBucky, Poetry Collection, Love Poems Written By Bucky About Sam, Companion Piece to You Probably Think This Poem is About You
Bucky Barnes Hates Christmas 20 k, T, SamBucky, Angst, Fluff
Bucky and His Books 7 k, T, SamBucky, Fluff, Getting Together, Bucky loves books, Sam loves Bucky
I Want to Love You 7 k, T, SamBucky, Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapped Bucky Barnes, Hostage Situation, Truth Spell
The Guy Next Door 12 k, T, Joaquín Torres/Shang-Chi, Fluff, Small Amount of Angst, Happy Ending
Multi-Chapter Fics:
Pride Brought Us to Bad Decisions 54 k, T, SamBucky, Peter Parker/Male OC, Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau (mentioned), Angst/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, AU: Post-Endgame everyone lives/nobody dies/Steve stays in the present
Pet Names 35 k, T, SamBucky, Slowburn, Rom-Com, Part 1 of a series
Sam and Bucky Discover that KYJ Is a Thing 30 k, M, SamBucky, Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova/Joaquín Torres, Angst w/ a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Dual POV, Part 2 of a series
Dear Sam 18 k, M, SamBucky, Angst and Fluff, Love Letters, Coming Out, Getting Together
The Pirate Fic 100 k, M, SamBucky, other ships that aren't the focus, Pirate AU, Fantasy AU, Pirate Captain Bucky, Navy Medic Sam, Morally Grey Characters, Romance but with Dark Elements, Dual POV
You Probably Think This Poem Is About You (and That’s Because It Is) 24 k, E, SamBucky, Fluff, Domestic, Light Angst, Mostly-Prose Fic w/ Some Poetry in It, Companion Fic to Bucky Barnes's Poetry Project
Date Night 20 k, E, SamBucky, Fluff, Established Relationship, Dating, Marriage Proposal
The Promise of Cheesecake and a Decent Wine 217 k, E, SamBucky, past Sam/Riley, past Bucky/Arnie Roth, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slowburn, Lots of CWs, Lots of Beloved Tropes, Emotional Parkour
There Was More Than One Bed (But Who's Counting?) 15 k, E, SamBucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Inverted "There Was Only One Bed" Trope
Falling/Already Fell 30 k, E, SamBucky, Fluff, Dating for Convenience, Falling in Love, Pining, Domestic, Friends to Lovers
The Offering 20 k, E, SamBucky, Vampire AU, Vampire Bucky, Human Sam, Smut and Angst and Fluff, Blood Drinking, Christmas fluff
WIP Fics:
There is Something Beneath E, Sharon Carter/Joaquín Torres, Lies, Deception, Fluff and Smut and Angst, Sad Ending
Break; Walk Away; Come Back; Rebuild; Stay Unrated, SamBucky, Breakup and Getting Back Together, Happy Ending
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I posted 5,337 times in 2022
That's 5,224 more posts than 2021!
56 posts created (1%)
5,281 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@rachkin
@ussgallifrey
@shurisneakers
@ivenotafuckingcluetbh
@joshpeck
I tagged 2,357 of my posts in 2022
#stranger things - 748 posts
#marvel - 494 posts
#there's no shame in queueing - 400 posts
#eddie munson - 199 posts
#fics recs - 172 posts
#joseph quinn - 152 posts
#fanart - 151 posts
#steve harrington - 145 posts
#steddie - 124 posts
#st fanart - 108 posts
Longest Tag: 126 characters
#while i had to do that with every other show and movie on phase 4 so far (except for shang chi and eternals too. coincidence?)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
9. knitted sweater | steve harrington X reader
Steve knew you could knit. You’ve been knitting stuff for him ever since you got together. It was no surprise you would knit him a Christmas sweater, it was the obvious outcome.
However, you did not predict he would learn how to knit a sweater to gift back to you.
So when he handed you the package, you couldn’t help but weep at what was inside.
“I’m sorry it’s not as good as yours,” he had the audacity to apologize.
You just threw yourself at him, tears running down your face, heart swelled with pride.
“It’s perfect, love. Thank you.”
58 notes - Posted December 9, 2022
#4
long story short (part 3/3) | eddie munson x reader
this fic is part of a series: masterlist
summary: “Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response.
“Can be if you want it to.”
He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”
warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).
word count: 2.3k
a/n: final part ot long story short! next up we're having 'tis the damn season. if you're familiar with miss Swift, you must imagine some angst is about to come 👀 it's gonna be another multi-chapter so if you wanna get everything as it comes out, don't forget to follow me and join my taglist 😉
day seven
12:48 p.m.
The next few days after Eddie’s press conference/public audience had you going back and forth between Hawkins and Fort Wayne. The house your family was going to move to was not yet vacant, their previous owners still finishing up their own moving. But they allowed you to bring in some boxes to leave in their basement already, and Hopper had to empty the cabin for the Munsons anyway, so that’s what you were all mostly doing. With the destruction caused by the Mind Flayer last July, there wasn’t even much stuff salvageable to bring to Fort Wayne, but you were taking what you could carry.
You also took some time to visit Debrah, spend a day catching up with her. She did most of the talking, since her life wasn’t filled with trauma caused by interdimensional monsters (just some weird burning cracks in the middle of the town, but they were being taken care of already), and you were happy to listen to it. She was attending the local district Community College, not that far away from Hawkins, and wasn’t planning on moving any day now. Still a cheerleader, still planning on meeting the one there and living the american dream with him. You guessed she was just one of those people whose lives revolved around the minuscule city they were born and raised on. She wasn’t gonna leave that cycle. Well, if she was happy, great for her, you thought. A dose of normalcy was always good, to keep your feet grounded.
You only saw Eddie a few times those days, when you were leaving or coming to the hotel. Sometimes you also had lunch together - but it was never only the two of you. Part of you felt happy, because he was really hitting off with your family, the ones he hadn’t met yet, and seeing him and Will excitedly exchanging tips about D&D made your heart swell with fondness in a way you already knew would happen when you first met Eddie and told him about your little brother. He was also exchanging stories about getting high and exchanging tips about weed with Jonathan, but that was not nearly as adorable.
But it was your last day in Hawkins before you went back to California, Argyle’s Surfer Boy van cleaned and repaired for another three-day trip. You had a job back home that you were sure you’d lost already at this point, so you would have to find another one when you got there - to help with all the moving costs after your semester was over. You had no idea how Jon, Will and El would deal with their schools, but you had called some of your colleagues and asked them to talk to your teachers. You had good grades and no other classes missed since the beginning of college, so you were mostly sure none of them would care for your minor two-week absence.
Your biggest issue so far was that you already had a summer job hitched and your part of your next college tuition already paid (the other two thirds were thankfully covered by a scholarship) and wouldn’t be able to move back to Hawkins with the rest of your family on Summer. And you hadn’t told anyone that yet.
Well, that was a problem for future you.
You knocked on the door of room 107 as your family walked past you on the corridor, bidding you a ‘see you soon’. Jonathan throwing you a knowing smirk over his shoulder and you just flipped him the bird over yours.
Eddie opened the door, a faded Star Trek shirt and sweatpants hanging low from his hips. His hair all disheveled, looking like a cloud on a stormy day around his head. He smiled instantly at seeing you.
“Wanna grab lunch?” You invited.
02:09 p.m.
First thing Eddie asked when you got to the diner was when the rest of your family would arrive. “They’re not coming, it’s just the two of us.” You answered.
“Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response.
“Can be if you want it to.”
He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”
“If you don’t eat something too garlicky, sure.” You winked and he laughed.
That was several minutes ago, and as you paid your half of the bill over the counter and Eddie rambled on about how Reefer Rick should hire a bugs exterminator to his lake house (how he got to that topic, honestly, you had no idea. But you liked hearing him ramble), you started to feel the butterflies in your stomach thinking if he was going to kiss you or not.
It was a long time due.
You walked back to the hotel, not that far away from the diner, in the slow pace you were already used to - for the sake of Eddie’s recovering injuries. His shoulder touched yours at every step, your pinkies intertwined at some point, and you felt like an eighth grader and her first crush.
You weren’t talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mind was dead set on that kiss he promised. You wondered if he was thinking about it too.
As you reached your hallway, his door was the closest and you really, really didn’t want this to be over. So you were bold enough to ask, “How ‘bout we watch something?”
You didn’t have much to pack, your ‘bag’ (if you could call it that, it was just a backpack) practically ready to go, and you were leaving first thing in the morning. You really wanted to enjoy those last few hours with him.
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#3
long story short (part 2/3) | eddie munson X reader
this fic is part of a series: masterlist
summary: “I’ve thought about you every day.” He whispered, his eyes were deep into yours.
“For five months?” You doubted.
“For five months.” He stated. “I’ve thought about your laugh. About your eyes. Your cheer uniform.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes with a smile before he went serious again. “Your kiss…”
warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. spoilers, i guess: max is not in a coma and eleven killed vecna and closed the portals because i said so. angst with a happy ending.
word count: 3.3k
a/n: is it considered a slow burn if they've kissed before? 👀 i'm sorry i'm too wordy on this. this is not betaed! english is not my first language. if there are any absurd mistakes please let me know. if you enjoy, please reblog and comment! 💞 you can also join my taglist. and this story has a playlist!
day five
08:31 a.m.
You felt like absolute shit.
The promise you’ve made to Eddie had been broken. And it obviously wasn’t even your choice.
After Eddie woke up and the officers called the doctors, you stayed on the hallway paying attention to everything you could hear through the almost-closed door. Wayne also passed you some information after it was over. But Eddie had been in pain, of course, he was basically eaten alive by interdimensional bats, and after being assessed by the doctor - Eddie would stay one more day in ICU and then be transferred to a normal room - the painkillers made him sleep again.
You even stayed longer than that, past sunrise waiting for him to wake up so you could talk again, but then Hopper showed up with the police this time to explain Eddie’s… criminal circumstances. And you wanted to stay until after they’ve cleared his room, but Hop told you your mom was waiting for you back in the hotel and that it was indispensable that you be there as soon as you could.
So you went, of course.
And you couldn’t come back to the hospital because your mom simply rented your ears off (and Will’s, and Jonathan’s, and Eleven’s) to explain that she and Hopper were now a thing - wow, shocking! - and you would all move in together (talk about fast pacing). She asked Jonathan to take the kids to the Wheeler’s and to make sure they were safe at all times. And she took you on a race to find a house that rose up to hers and Hopper’s expectations.
And that took you both three whole fucking days. Because after seeing a few houses in Hawkins on day one, your mom decided she actually didn’t want to stay in Hawkins anymore and move to Fort Wayne instead (it was still close to and bigger than Hawkins, but not nearly as big as Indianapolis). And then you had to stay with the kids on day two, allowing Jonathan to spend time with his girlfriend, while your mom and Hopper found the perfect house. And on day three, as Hop came back to work, you went with her to Fort Wayne to close the deal on the house.
Yeah, that was exhausting.
When you were finally free to come see Eddie again, you had to get his new room number with Dustin, and you bought chocolates and flowers to bring with you. You hoped he liked chocolates. And flowers. And you hoped he wasn’t too mad at you.
As you reached his floor, there was now only one officer guarding his room. And he said that more than one person was allowed now. Wayne was in there already, of course, and Eddie was asleep.
Standing by the door, you greeted mister Munson and he turned to you at the sound of your voice. “Oh hello. There’s his angel.”
“His what now?” You asked and he chuckled.
“He keeps saying you’re his guarding angel who woke him up to ‘see the light of life again’.” Wayne made air quotes. “Both me and that curly kid tried telling him you were very much real, but he wouldn’t take it because you’ve promised you would come back to see him. And you hadn’t.” His expression wasn’t exactly stern, but it wasn’t exactly friendly either.
The guilt bubbled up in your stomach once more. “I’m really sorry, mister Munson, my mom dragged me to some family matters. I wish I could’ve come sooner.”
“I’m sure. You just gotta tell him that.” He looked at Eddie one more time before collecting his jacket from the armchair beside the bed. Only then you’ve noticed Eddie also wasn’t handcuffed anymore. Thank god - and Hopper - for that. “Don’t worry, he’s a forgiving guy.”
Wayne smiled softly at you before leaving the room. You walked further into the room, set the flowers and chocolate on his nightstand, and sat down in the armchair and took Eddie’s hand in yours.
His skin wasn’t cold anymore.
09:49 p.m.
You were glad you had taken a book with you, because it took Eddie a while to finally wake up. You saw him stirring in bed from you peripheral before marking the page you were at and closing the book, tucking it back into your backpack on the floor. He was rubbing his eyes with his fists, and you adjusted in the armchair - only then he seemed to notice you.
He turned to face you. “Oh, pantry girl… You’re finally back?” His remark was dripping sarcasm, but his smile was friendly. You smirked back at him.
“I’m really sorry, Eddie. Mom dragged me with her to buy a house.”
“Oh, fancy!” He reached for a cup of water on his nightstand. “Look at that, thank you! Love expensive chocolate. And the flowers smell good from here.” He commented before drinking the water, and you smiled. You thought he would keep talking after drinking and setting the glass back on the table, but he didn’t.
“Did Dustin explain something to you? About… me?” You asked, playing nervously with your own fingers.
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#2
it's time to go | eddie munson X reader
summary: "You took a few more breaths, feeling your heart calm down and you skin grow colder, but those resting symptoms were easily thrown out the non-existent window the second your eyes were open. Because two feet in front of you crouched down Eddie Munson, a cookie he stole halfway to his mouth as he dumbly looked at you, his own dark brown eyes wide as he seemed paralyzed from getting discovered."
warnings: fem!reader - use of "princess", "lady", "sweetheart". no use of y/n. post-S3, pre-S4. fluffy fluffy fluffy. also kinda angsty - i'm sorry in advance.
word count: 5.1k words
a/n: eddie munson brain rot is real. he's got a tight hold on me.
english is not my first language! sorry for any mistakes, this is not betaed (we die like chrissy). also my first eddie fic! also! my first fic in english! also! my first fic ever posted on tumblr. go easy on me, please 🥺 rb and comment if you like! you can also join my taglist! and this story has a playlist!
08:23 p.m.
You almost got knocked over by a couple randomly crossing from one wall to another to continue their make out session without even separating their mouths. You cringed just a bit, stopped for a second to let them get comfortable and continued marching through the corridor. You knew the house, you’ve been there once or twice for a Science project you’ve been coupled with the house owner - Brenda Chapman. She was on your cheer squad, and you’ve seen her today just once, dancing on top of a table with a drink in hand while her boyfriend massaged her calves and looked at her like she was a goddess descending from the sky. You kind of envied that.
Anyway, the point was that you knew the house, so you knew the pantry was all the way in the back of the corridor, the last door to the left - it was a smaller door, too, and almost the exact same color as the walls. Very discreet, so you knew that no one else would notice it enough to try and enter it, not with that much alcohol going through their veins.
You were sweating a bit, could feel your blood running hot under your skin. Your hair was probably moist and messy but at this point you just didn’t care anymore.
The door squeaked softly as you passed through it with your eyes already halfway closed, and as you closed the door behind you and rested against it with your head low, your lids went down all the way. You could feel your eyes burning a little, the panic in your head wanting to be released through tears, but you took a deep breath to calm yourself. You didn’t want to cry and ruin the little makeup you had on, it was enough that the rest of your look was already - probably - in shambles.
With your eyes still closed you patted the door behind you until you found the lock, thankfully there was a key in place that you turned until you heard the soft click that indicated the door was locked.
You took a few more breaths, feeling your heart calm down and you skin grow colder, but those resting symptoms were easily thrown out the non-existent window the second your eyes were open. Because two feet in front of you crouched down Eddie Munson, a cookie he stole halfway to his mouth as he dumbly looked at you, his own dark brown eyes wide as he seemed paralyzed from getting discovered.
You wanted to scream from the scare, but you didn’t want to be discovered too, so you just gasped quietly. He did the same and slowly rose up to a standing position, like he was trying not to scare you away.
“Uh… I’m sorry?” He half apologized, half asked, confusion so clear in his feature. He tucked the cookie back in its package, placed it back on a shelf and cleaned his hands in his dark jeans pants. You could see some of the flour crumbles flying away.
Apparently he knew who the house owner - Brenda Chapman - was, and knew you weren’t her. Otherwise, you think, he would’ve said sorry for, you know, being inside her pantry and eating her cookies, not for scaring you. You wandered if he knew who you truly were.
You hoped he didn’t.
“It’s okay.” You reassured him, and tried to smile but knew at the same moment it probably looked more like a grimace. “What are you hiding from?”
“A fight. I may or may not have denied this jock guy something he wanted to buy to…” He hesitated. You kept your facial expression as neutral as you could.
“Get high?” You suggested. You knew he sold drugs. Who didn’t?
“Well, to get his girlfriend high. Without her explicit consent, I believe.” His eyes turned away from yours. “Anyway, he was pissed, yelled at me and tried to punch me, I guess? I shoved him back and just came running inside - we, uh, we were outside in the garden. It’s where I usually stay when, you know, selling illicit substances to jocks who hate me but also can’t live without me. Or my products. Or whatever.”
He was rambling. He looked nervous. His eyes didn’t stay put, cruising around the cluttered space you were both caged in. And on you, and on what you figured was your cheerleader uniform - Debrah made you wear it.
So he thought you were one of them, maybe.
Well, you were. But, also, you weren’t.
“Yeah, sounds just about right. They can be very hypocritical.” You tried to calm him again. Yourself was already calm again after the scare, being away from the crowd and loud noises at the party was enough to tame your heartbeat.
It looked like your reassurance worked again, his eyes instantly flew to yours and he took a calm, but deep breath. He was good at disguising it, but you were also a very good people reader and knew the look on his face as a soft, surprised relief.
You thought he would continue the conversation around dumb jocks, but he didn’t. “What are you hiding from?” He retorted, tilting his head a little.
“Everything. Everyone.” You shrugged. Your eyes were no longer meeting his. “Didn’t want to be here, if I’m being honest.”
“Then why are you?”
You didn’t want to tell him the whole truth. It shook you up just thinking about it. So you shrugged again.
“My friend kind of forced me. I figured I owed her a favor for putting up with my grumpy ass, so I just gave in.”
There was a small smile on your lips - a real smile now, not just a grimace - and he smiled back at you, much wider. Debrah was a nice girl. You did owe her, she had never asked much from your friendship, never complained about the fact that you probably were kind of a terrible friend. A party was nothing based on everything she had - or, hadn’t? - been through with you.
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My #1 post of 2022
long story short (part 1/3) | eddie munson X reader
this fic is part of a series: masterlist
summary: "Eddie’s pale face was still all you could see. It had completely replaced all your other usual haunting images - Will’s funeral, his screams as your mom turned up the heaters, that demogorgon feasting on Bob’s limp body, El’s shriek in pain as Jon tried to pull a piece of the Mind Flayer from her leg. Probably because you knew they were safe now, out of the woods. But Eddie wasn’t."
warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. spoilers, i guess: max is not in a coma and eleven killed vecna and closed the portals because i said so. angst with a happy ending.
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this is not betaed! english is not my first language. if there are any absurd mistakes please let me know. i dunno how many parts this will have, but i promise to try not to take too long to post the rest. if you enjoy, please reblog and comment! 💞 you can also join my taglist. and this story has a playlist!
day one
09:19 a.m.
His arms were tight around you, grounding you, comforting you - and you wished you were giving all that reassuring back just the same.
“It was so scary.” He said, quivering a bit. You pulled him even closer, as close as you could. “I was so scared. So scared. I didn’t think we would walk out alive. I really didn’t.” You felt his tears wetting your sweater. He was almost hurting you from all the strength he was putting into his lithe arms.
You closed your eyes, attempting to block out the images trying to form in your head - nothing you’ve actually seen, but your imagination was never one to be shy. But you had to stay strong, to not let creations of your mind frighten you, because you had to reassure him. He had to trust you.
You breathed deep before answering him. “I can only imagine, love. But we’re here now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. Everyone’s here. We’re safe. You’re safe.”
Lucas let go of you after another final squeeze and a sniff, and you turned around to properly see everyone else. The room was crowded, filled with so many people. The smell of disinfectant was uncomfortable, but the sight of all your friends united again melted your heart.
Max was awake now, still very shaken but much better than what you thought she would be. Both her legs were on casts and you couldn’t begin to imagine what that recovery would be like. The poor girl… But at least she was alive, that’s what you kept saying to yourself over and over.
Lucas went back to his seat in front of the window as you, El, Will and Jon went closer to the bed the redhead was lying on. The younger ones shared a hug, your siblings being careful not to hurt their friend.
Your hand went to her fire hair in a caress and she turned to you. “I’m so happy y’all are here.” She said, her voice a little dragged probably from all the medication she was on.
“We’re very glad too.” She reciprocated the smile you gave her as her eyes closed from the gentle touch on her head.
09:44 a.m.
Not long after that, as the kids were catching up and resting on Max’s room, you gathered with all the older ones in the hospital cafeteria as you recounted everything that had happened since march 21st. The Cali crew, as you were calling yourself and your family (plus Argyle, bless his heart) went first, taking turns in explaining. You tried your best to retell everything El had described to you from the time she was on Nina, but told the others if they wanted they could ask her more about it later. The important part was that it was there that she learned about Henry/Vecna/001 and when she got her powers back.
As the Hawkins crew started their own version, some blanks in your story were beginning to be filled in. You felt bad about Chrissy, she was a very sweet girl from the little you knew her from the cheer squad. Another one of those rare pieces amongst so many rotten people who thought social status in high school was the most important thing ever.
“…and then! Dustin and Max were busting into Family Video and basically kidnapping our phones because they wanted to find where the supposed killer was, because they were already sure whatever was done to Chrissy was not made by human hands!” Robin had been monologuing for a few minutes already, but all of you were used to it at this point. She had no pause button.
“Didn’t help that the guy was Dustin’s friend. He was doubly worried.” Steve was able to interrupt his coworker, rolling his eyes. “Mike and Lucas also know the guy. He’s the leader from their dragons dungeon thing.”
“Dungeons and Dragons.” You corrected. Steve murmured ‘whatever’.
Nancy’s brows were furrowed and she was looking at her hands intertwined with Jonathan’s on her lap as she spoke. “Poor Eddie. Thrown into it head first. He did not deserve any of this.”
Your heart stopped.
I mean, there could be other Eddies in Hawkins. Of course it could. But why was the feeling in your gut so sickening?
“What’s his name now?” You asked. Your voice was trembling, and Jonathan immediately turned to look at you. He knew you too well.
“Eddie Munson. He’s a triple senior. Sells drugs.” Steve answered.
Fuck.
Fuckity-fucking-fuck.
Your heartbeat was a thousand miles per hour, your mouth was suddenly dry and for some reason your longs were no longer capable of doing their job.
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Prank Wars
Shangqi x Reader
A/N: Thought it was time for some chaotic fun! Enjoy and feedback always appreciated!
Genre: PG-13
Notes: If you recognize the Penguin, kudos. Heh. Credits to @crazycookiecrumbles for the idea! One swear word? lol✌🏽
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‘You sure this is gonna work?’ Peter sets the package down, the rest of the avengers gathering around it.
‘Positive.’ You worked to unseal the package, excited for what’s to come. ‘This is revenge for what he’s done. You guys ready?’
‘Remind me why I’m here again?’ Shangqi groans.
‘Because you lost the bet.’ Sam reminds him. ‘And you’re the newbie. It’s kinda like an initiation you know?’
‘You mean slavery.’ Shangqi mutters under his breath. The Captain pretends not to hear, taking a basket to enter the supermarket.
‘We’ll divide and conquer. I’ll do frozen foods, you do toiletries.’ Sam instructs, leaving Shangqi to his own devices.
Shangqi scans the list that Sam had thrust into his hands, deciding which product he should look for first.
Moving down the aisles, he decides to search for shavers that Bruce had requested. Durable ones - was written by the Doctor himself.
Examining each brand, he finally decides on one. Placing it in the basket, Shangqi prepares to move on to the next item, when -
Was that a… penguin?
Shangqi rubs his eyes, wondering if the sparring with Yelena yesterday had took more than his energy.
But no - there it was again. Big and white, Shangqi sees a life sized penguin down the aisle, staring at him with unblinking eyes.
Shangqi does a double take and the next moment, the strange creature was gone.
What the heck? Shangqi shrugs, positive that his fatigue was just getting the better of him.
***
‘Alright Y/N! Shangqi is moving towards the hair care section.’ Scott tells you through your in ear monitor.
Little did Shangqi know, Scott was running around the supermarket unnoticed, as he spied on the unsuspecting newest Avenger through shelves.
Time to move to the next phase.
Shangqi grabs a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, accidentally knocking over a bottle of hand soap onto the floor in the process. He bends down, preparing to pick it up, until a hand reaches out first to grab the bottle.
A feathered hand.
‘Oh thank y-’ Shangqi stops midway, face to face with the penguin that was actually you in disguise.
You hand the bottle back to him, waddling away in the suit as if it was the most normal thing in the world. If only Shangqi could see you how, as you held yourself back from bursting into laughter.
‘Yo Shangqi! Where ya at?’ Sam calls, appearing at the exact spot you had left.
‘What’s got your pants in a twist man?’ But Sam already knew the reason. Poor dude, he chuckles to himself.
‘Did you not see the penguin?’ Shangqi asks.
‘What? Penguin?’
Shangqi wonders if he has officially lost his marbles.
‘Yes! The giant penguin! With those big eyes that doesn’t blink! Like a goldfish!’ Shangqi waves his hands in exasperation. Did anyone not see the strange creature walking about the supermarket?
‘You need to rest Shangqi,’ Sam pats him on the shoulder. ‘Looks like that training session did a solid one on you.’
Before Shangqi could retort back, the Captain walks away with the basket in hand.
***
Shangqi wildly stares around, flinching at the slightest unusual movement. Sam was actually starting to feel sorry for the poor dude and made a mental note to never put wasabi in your sushi as a joke.
The things you do for revenge.
As they sit at a nearby cafe, waiting to pick up Wanda’s cake order, Sam spots a feathered fur peeking out from a bush just a few feet away.
‘I’ll go get us some drinks.’ Sam said loudly enough for you to hear. ‘Coffee?’
Shangqi nods, grateful for the caffeine. Maybe that was what he just needed. An extra boost from caffeine-
No fucking way.
Moments after Sam entered, the door opens, revealing the exact same penguin. This time, you waddled in a red sling back and ear muffs, cup of coffee perched in your “wing”.
A child with his mother at the next table sees this, waving innocently at you.
Beaming on the inside, you returned the wave cheerfully. Once satisfying the young child, you returned your focus to Shangi, staring at him straight in the eye.
Shangqi is positive that he has lost it.
Just who the hell was this creature? And why was it following him?
***
‘Good work Shangqi!’ Yelena catches her breath, holding a thumbs up. The pair walks towards the benches, eager to take a break.
‘Oh!’ Yelena realizes. ‘I need to return something to Katy but I’m going on a mission later. Would you mind helping me return it?’ She passes him a brown paper bag.
As Shangqi bids her goodbye, he moves in the opposite direction towards Katy’s room. Too absorbed in his thoughts, he bumps into someone, causing the contents to spill.
‘Ah, shit. I’m sorry.’ He bends down to pick them up, about to thank the person that he had bumped into.
Or so he thinks.
You pick up the brown bag in your penguin disguise, causally returning it to him before going on your own way.
Before Shangqi can recollect his mind, you were long gone.
***
‘Hey Katy!’ Shangqi knocks on the door. ‘You in?’
No response.
Shrugging to himself, Shangqi thinks that Katy wouldn’t mind him just leaving the package on the table. So he let’s himself him.
He sees that door to the toilet is closed. Maybe Katy’s still in there. He walks further into the room, preparing to leave Yelena’s package on the desk.
‘Hey! I didn’t hear you come in!’
He turns around to see the very same penguin donning glasses and holding a large pencil, scribbling away at the notebook in front of it.
Shangqi doesn’t know what happened next as he blacks out there and then.
***
‘What the hell?’ Shangqi wakes up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the light. He is back in his room.
That was one crazy dream-
‘AHHHH!!!!’
He sees the penguin sitting at his bedside, staring at him curiously.
‘WHAT THE HELL- KATY HELP!’
‘Calm down dumbass! It’s me!’ You finally decide to end the prank once and for all, sparing him. Shangqi pauses, unsure of what you meant until you removed the costume.
‘Wait. Y/N?’ He finally connects the dots together. ‘What the hell man? That was you?’
You nod proudly.
‘Yeap! At the supermarket, the training compound…’ You counted with your fingers.
‘And Katy’s room?’
‘Oh no. That was actually Katy herself.’ You added brightly, enjoying the look of shock on his face.
‘So… lesson learnt?’ You cheekily questioned.
‘Never put extra wasabi in your sushi.’
‘And?’
Shangqi looks at you in disbelief, as if there was more to this madness. He finally caves in under your stare.
‘Never do a jump scare on you after watching Nightmare on Elm Street.’
‘Good!’ You beamed, satisfied with the outcome of the prank war, having the last laugh. You stand up, leaving the suit on the chair.
‘Wait!’ Shangqi tries to get out of bed but winces immediately due to his blackout. ‘Aren’t you going to take this with you?’
‘Nah! Figured you could use some watching over! Bye!’ You skipped out of the room, ignoring Shangqi’s protests.
Needless to say, he was well watched over that night.
***
A/N: This literally screams crack and chaos LOL. Guess I needed it since I’m starting my second term before I’m done with Year 3?😂
Also credits to @wint3r-h3art for endorsing this idea. Hope it made you have the lols😬
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hi 😭
i hope youre well!! i saw that your requests for shang-chi are open and lksdjfnaslkjfn i love this man.
i looked at the "an intimate moment" prompt list and what about looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you with shang-chi??
anyway ily and i hope your day's kind to you <3
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(I love him too, so much omg. Also, you are always so sweet)
SUMMARY: Y/n reads what twitter thinks about her boyfriend.
REQUESTED BY: @angelicwasp
WARNINGS: Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings spoilers!
WORD COUNT: 600
I planned this fic really fluffy, but it turned kind of crack-y once I started writing it lol.
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Shang-Chi x fem! readers
Sundays were quiet. Shang-Chi usually booked it off and Y/n was always so exhausted from the long week and night at the karaoke bar the night before, she usually stayed in bed watching Netflix.
Today however, she’d taken to sitting at the small desk in her and Shang-Chi’s shared living room, typing away on her laptop. She worked as a publicist for The Avengers, and God, were some of them hard to like. She was currently sending an email to the one and only Bucky Barnes about how no, he couldn’t go around threatening anti-vaxers, even if it’s ‘What Steve would have wanted’ and she completely agreed.
After the email was sent, she sighs and leans back, minimising her email tab and going on to twitter. It was technically work if she looked at the Avengers tag. Which...was trending. As soon as she saw it, she begged the gods it was something good.
She clicks on the tag and surprisingly sees a video of her boyfriend kicking the arses of the assassins that attacked him the other week. The top tweet reads ‘Is it wrong I’m turned on by this?’, Y/n bites back a laugh and keeps scrolling.
Most of the tweets were talking about how he’s definitely a secret Avenger, or how he’s probably already been recruited.
Some were @-ing the official Avengers account (which Y/n had access to), saying how they should hire him. But a lot of the tweets, and Y/n means a lot, were people simping over him. She can’t help but laugh at some of them.
Because no, he wouldn’t do that, and that’s a completely unrealistic size for someone’s penis. She likes a few as herself, and a few from the official account, retweeting Sam’s response to a fan which said ‘He can’t be your favourite avenger, he’s not one!’.
One tweet reads ‘God, I bet he gives the best hugs'. He did, Y/n could agree with that. He always hugged her after a bad day, or even if she just asked. He hugged her if they’d been a part for a few days, and after the...situation, with his father, he came back home and gave her the longest hug Y/n had ever experienced. He’d muttered ‘I missed you’ and ‘I love you’ into her neck several times that night, even when they were cuddled up in bed, half asleep.
Lord, he was a sweetheart. He always knew the right thing to say and do. He brought her flowers every time he could with his small wage and he cooked her delicious meals. Sure, they went on simple dates, but he made them all worthwhile. He chose to wake up to her face every morning when he asked her to move in with him. He loved her, and wow, how did she manage to find a catch like him?
Y/n smiles, thinking of how God damn lucky she was before looking over at the sofa, behind her shoulder, where she knew Shang-Chi was sat. However, instead of looking at the TV screen, he was looking at her.
“You alright there?” she asks, a soft smile on her face
“Yeah, you?” his voice is soft and gentle
“Yeah,” Shang-Chi’s grin widens for some reason “Why were you staring at me like a weirdo?”
“I just really love you,” he whispers and Y/n can’t help a giddy grin taking over her face
“I really love you too,” she turns back to her screen, and Shang-Chi keeps looking before turning back to his phone, where his latest text to Katy read ‘I think I’m going to propose’.
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we don’t have to pretend
Pairing: Shang-Chi x fem!reader
Summary: Being best friends since high school, the reunion prom finally serves as an excuse to confess your long lasting feelings for each other.
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Fluff, it was supposed to be angsty but has nothing angsty about it. Cheesy promposal and cheesy song choice.
Author’s note: It took me some time but my first Shang-Chi one-shot is finally here! I took some inspiration from the beautiful @wint3r-h3art 's song recommendation, Around by NIKI, but also had a little of everything, from Deadpool references to inspo by the video clip of In the Dark by Swae Lee ft. Jhené Aiko. At this point I'm mastering self indulgent fics, I just can't help it. <3
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Shang-Chi was lying down on his bed with his back stretched out and feet still touching the ground. His eyes were looking for answers on the plain white ceiling where he knew he wouldn’t find. The whole incident with the Ten Rings, his dad’s death, and family history were way too much, still. After meeting with Dr. Banner and Captain Danvers, his life had been much more crowded and rushed, always counting on Wong to transport him back and forth to New York.
His heart almost gave out when he heard the bell ringing — he wasn’t expecting anyone. It was a Saturday, the only day he reserved for himself, or to be available in case you were too. He still hadn’t time to tell you about his double life, and he certainly didn’t want to drag you into this mess. He did feel guilty, though, with sneaking around and pretending he wasn’t there when you called him.
Especially since he was in love with you. How could he expect to have you around when he couldn’t even bring himself to tell you who he was?
He heard your voice outside by the door and his reaction was immediate. He left the bed with a jump, quickly pacing to open it for you. He fidgeted on his hair for a bit before letting the sunlight enter the apartment. He was as happy as a puppy on his first time walking out of the house.
“When I said you could always come by, I didn’t mean that you could simply show up like this.” He said playfully, leaning into the crack of the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you have company?” Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle, he loved how you would always find a way to tease him, ever since you were teenagers.
“I mean, I could have. I’m very important and busy.” He gestured that you were welcome to come inside, but almost regretting it a second later. “Sorry for the mess, didn’t have time to tidy up.”
“Yeah, dude. You haven’t run errands with me for four weeks or so.” You took off your shoes to place them by the entrance. “I miss my laundry buddy.”
“I miss you too.” He said, gazing past you. If only you knew just how much he did miss you, not only to run errands but to everything. He missed talking to you, being around you. But he promised himself he wouldn’t let you enter into the danger he was already putting Katy into. Not until he was ready to.
“So, are you coming tonight?” You said as you sat down on his undone bed, running your fingers through the creased sheet. “To prom?”
He looked at you, forehead crinkling up in doubt. “What -, are we back in high school?” He closed the door behind him, still not losing sight of you.
“You didn’t get the invite? We have that reunion prom, remember?” Your cellphone was already in hand and you scrolled through your cleaned-up, perfectly organized email inbox. “See? Tonight at seven p.m.” You showed him the screen as he moved to your side, sitting down on the bed.
As he did, the mattress weight made you jump. Did Shaun get stronger? Better yet, did your best friend ditch you those past weeks to work out? To be honest, it could be. It was the closest you had been to him since he disappeared for god knows how long. You even had your doubts whether you were his best friend anymore.
Not meaning to stare, you drifted your gaze away as he scanned through the email.
“I didn’t receive it… let me search.” He picked up his phone and scrolled around the hundreds and thousands of emails he must not have been checking. Right down the bottom of the inbox, he saw it. “Shit, I must have ignored it.”
He looked straight at you with apologetic eyes. But, you weren’t looking at him.
“What is that?” The perfectly preserved box in which his dad stored the Ten Rings was wide open by his nightstand.
Well, that was promising.
“Erm.. my workout gear?” He said with the most unconvinced voice you had ever heard. Shaun quickly left your side and closed the box, putting it away in his messy closet and closing the door.
“Why do you need ten of whatever that was to your training?” You pointed your fingers at it, even if you couldn't see it anymore.
“You count so fast, huh? And why are you playing detective on me?” He forced a laugh, which was embarrassing. How would he get out of that one?
But you were smarter than that. Whatever he would try to do to stall you, you would read past it.
You sighed. “Shaun, what is going on?” Standing your ground, you patted the bed as you would always do when you needed a moment to talk to him. “Can we talk? Like we used to.”
He knew he was in trouble. He had never been able to keep things away from you when you would talk like that, face to face. Admitting defeat, he sat beside you, his legs crossing over one another.
Shaun, or, Shang-Chi, as you learned now, couldn't seem to stop talking. It was weeks worth of happenings, after all. It did take him a moment to choose the right way to begin, but once he did, it was an open gate.
The words kept falling out of his mouth, and soon enough, everything was on the table. He told you about his sister, his parents, Ta-Lo, and the Great Protector — all of it. Including his new occupation as a side hero and protector of the earth. When he finished, you seemed astonished. You were confused, maybe? A mixture of anguish and uncertainty.
Your silence was keeping him on edge. What if you didn't believe in him? What if, in your head, you had already decided that it was too much for you to handle? You knew him forever. Would this be the end of the line?
All he could do was hope for the best.
After a while, with your head downwards, facing the loneliness of the white sheets beneath you, you finally looked up to him. "I'm so sorry, Shang-Chi." You reached him for a hug, which he embraced with the biggest relief on his chest. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."
"What? No, it wasn't your fault." He said with a stuffy voice, his mouth slightly covered by your hair. "You couldn't have known."
You stayed like this for a couple of minutes. Entangled in each other's arms, his sorrow being cured by the sheer presence of your touch. Your longing desire to be near him, gently healing all opened wounds he had in his heart.
It seemed like you cared more for him than this whole mess surrounding his past. He didn't know whether you did not realize the dangers that would come with it, but he chose to believe that you did and were only trying to make things lighter on his shoulders. That is the type of person you have always been.
"I wish I had told you sooner, but I was afraid you would drift away. I don't want you to get hurt." He slowly distanced himself from the hug, still holding on to your arms. "You are my best friend, and my only wish is that you stick around with me."
A shy chuckle escaped your mouth. "You wanted to keep me around by lying to me?" Your hands were just like his, grasping onto his arms.
"I never said it was the smartest idea." He said, playfully. "You are the brains, I'm the idiot that follows you. And Katy is the goofball.”
"You're not an idiot. Well, maybe sometimes, but still." You softly placed your hand on his cheek, stroking lightly. "You're my idiot."
Shang-Chi tilted his head, a smile creeping upon his face. He squinted his eyes, teasing you. "Wow, what was that? Did you just confess you love me?"
You threw your hands up as if quitting his little game, laughing. "I'm leaving! Not going into this again."
"Slow down, pretty girl." He imitated you, a chuckle almost keeping him from talking. "Now that everything has been said and done, can I take you to prom?"
"Oh, now you wanna take me to prom? You wouldn't even know about it if it wasn't for me, and I would go by myself, like last time." You pretended to be mad, pouting and crossing your arms over your chest.
"In my defense, I was going to ask you back then, but you wanted to go with that Nick boy." He rolled his eyes, exaggerating his voice. "Pretty-boy-can-do-everything-Nick."
"That's on you if you think he was perfect. But I wanted to go with you, loser." You hugged a pillow nearby, knowing damn well that you had just slipped the biggest secret you've kept from him. "I just pretended to not want to."
It was like adding two plus two. Simple and easy, yet, how could he have missed it? He was always jealous of the boys around you and it took him some time to realize why, but it never occurred to him that the same was happening to you. You've known each other for half of your life now. All the teasing and nagging, you both cared so much and did so little to show it.
"I guess we should stop pretending." He seemed so serious out of a sudden. Your eyes were locked into him, and you threatened to open your mouth, but he was faster. “I know you know what I mean.”
There was no time for laughing and joking around anymore, or so it seemed. Shang-Chi’s gaze lingered on your face as you assimilated what he had said.
“I don’t, I -” You started mumbling, but before you could continue, he took your hand into his. His eyes spoke more than you could ever say in words, and you just stared back at him. “I agree.”
He sighed as relief washed over his body. He felt as if for the first time, he was seeing you as you are, and you seeing him as he was. Just honest and heartfelt tenderness.
“Now that you admitted you love me, let me do this right.” He stood up from the bed, only your joyful laughter filling the air.
He took a piece of paper and pen lying on his nightstand and wrote something, his back was concealing it from you. He reached for his phone in his pocket, his fast fingers scrolling with only one hand.
The familiar saxophone intro started playing on the lowest volume, the clicking noises of the buttons making it sound louder and clearer as he turned around to face you.
“WHAM!” Shang-Chi whispered, nodding his head in rhythm with the song. As he did it, the paper with a poorly written P-R-O-M? made you burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Careless Whisper for a Promposal?” You stood up as well, your feet curdling up to reach him, your face inches close. “How cheesy.”
“What did Deadpool say? You don’t have to be the hero to get the girl, the right girl will bring the hero out of you?” He smiled, tossing the paper and the phone on the bed, placing arms around your waist, hands closing together to keep you inside his embrace. “You will please, go to prom with me?”
“When you’ve put it so nicely, yes, of course, I’ll to go prom with you.”
Your lips finally touched for the first time. The desire and eagerness from both of you were so intense, it was a little sloppy, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were kissing him, the love of your life. Small pecks here and there, his hands gently made their way through your back until resting on your neck, keeping your face in place.
As you both stood there, bodies refusing to stop the embrace, the song kept playing in the background. It was almost like you were dancing to your private prom, every single thing was perfect because you were together.
His forehead touching yours, your feet in perfect synchrony, swaying away to the romantic ballad, he said: “Is it a bad moment to say that I don’t own a tux?”
You laughed with your eyes shut, picturing him in pajamas right below the sparkling globe in the middle of the dancefloor. “You know what, you could be with the dirtiest shirt you own, it wouldn’t matter to me.”
“God, I love you.”
He meant it. You could see it in his eyes.
As you danced around his messy apartment, the sweetest smile on your face, he could only recall loving you this much from the day he met you.
Shang-Chi would be lying if he said that he didn’t fear for you, your safety, your protection. But at that moment, he had nothing else to lose, you loved him and he loved you.
And that was enough.
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Sweet Creature - Shang Chi
Description: Shangs harry song fic
Authors Note: Shang deserved better but this is what he gets for now. More to come for him I swear.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,093
MAIN Master List - - Marvel Master List
“Sweet creature
Had another talk about where it's going wrong
But we're still young
We don't know where we're going
But we know where we belong”
Late night talks with you were saving his life, this he knew. Shang had left many things behind when he ran away from his home. His sister, his stuff, his room, any attachment to his mother besides the necklace he wore. The one thing he never could get rid of were the memories or the nightmares.
But with you here it was easier.
It was 3am and you both were sitting on the steps leading into the apartment building, cuddled together to fight the cold. You whispered to each other about life, and what was wrong. There were moments where he thought about telling you the truth, finally revealing who he was and what his life used to be like.
He was scared he would lose you. He was scared he would lose himself as well.
He had spent years lost in the world, no clue where he was going or what he would do. Then he found you and it was like a compass in a lost sea. He knew you, he belonged to you. You were his home.
So he never spoke of it, instead he listened to your Freddie Mercury impression. (Which wasn’t that good)
“And oh we started
Two hearts in one home
It's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh”
He had moved in with your family upon coming to the states,your father had known his and had offered refuge but the one rule they gave was that you were never to know until you were at least 18.
You hadn’t liked the concept of him living with you, had fought against it so hard actually. Shang did his best to behave, he was lucky your family even let him stay there, but there was something about pissing you off that he was always so drawn to.
You fought over everything, from laundry to whose turn it was to cook dinner. There were times you locked him in his room with a belt on the door so you would beat him to the shower.
You were complete opposites that ended up becoming best friends through it all. Stubborn as all, and just as loyal.
“Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home”
Once you moved into your own apartment away from your parents house Shang was keen to follow, so were his memories. Every night he would spend the night in your guest room, dreaming of his sister and what once was.
Soon enough he was launching awake every night, desperate to get away from the non existent threat he could have sworn loomed ahead. It didn’t take long for you to realize that he was struggling, so you made the habit of climbing into his bed and hugging him close every night.
Once you started this Shang could have sworn the troubles seemed to ease, and every night was the same. The second he felt your arm slink around his waist his entire body relaxed, and he was once again home.
“Sweet creature
We're running through the garden
Oh, where nothing bothered us
But we're still young
I always think about you and how we don't speak enough”
The first time he admits to himself that he loves you is during a day out.
You had been working doubles and finally had the same day off, which was more than rare in your life, and you demanded that you guys leave the house and go do something. Shang never says no.
So you both headed to the park 3 blocks from your place, it was nearly packed and Shang gripped the frisbee in his hand a bit tighter as you hefted the picnic basket. (He offered to grab it and you had nearly bit his head off)
“Hey look. Those hipsters are heading to our spot.” You mumble, and within a moment you are both sprinting to your regular spot that you always enjoyed. Shang is cracking up as you trip once or twice and nearly drop the basket but you merely flip him off and lay out the blanket.
He liked days like this, when you would bask in the sun and eat whatever junk food you had managed to shove into the basket before playing frisbee.
It was peaceful, you deserve peace. He knew he would have to tell you the truth at some point. But he could never bring himself to do it.
“And oh we started
Two hearts in one home
I know, it's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh”
He moved in when your roommate moved back home. Things were getting serious and Captain America had just destroyed the government without meaning to.
You were at a loss for words as you watched the news, head shaking as they explained what had happened to Bucky Barnes.
“All those years……used as a weapon. Can you imagine Sean?” He could. He knew it best.
“Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home”
The dreams got worse when he saw how the world reacted to Bucky Barnes, and before Shang knew it he was letting anxiety get the best of him.
He was in the shower, heat all the way as it burned his skin, the tears falling freely. He barely heard you asking if he was okay 5 minutes ago and he barely registered you coming in until your face was in front of his.
You refused to break eye contact, mostly out of respect but also out of worry for him. “Sean….” You whisper, hand reaching out for his cheek.
“Don’t” He flinches, eyes moving his eyes away.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper.
“No. I meant the name. Don’t call me Sean.”
“Then what do I call you?”
“Shang. Shang Chi.” He waits for the anger or the disbelief. Waits for you to realize and kick him out, naked and all. But you don’t.
Instead you lift your chin and nod, moving to wrap your arms around him and turn the water off, letting the steam hit your bodies. “Okay. Okay Shang. You’re home. Just breathe.”
He was home, you were right. He thought as he sobbed into your shoulder. You were his home.
#shang#chi#shang chi#shang chi imagine#shang chi x reader#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel imagines#marvel x reader#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu x reader#shang chi and legend of 10 rings
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Jordan's 23rd Birthday Sleepover
My actual bday isn't until the 4th but imma just milk out the celebration as much as I can skskskdfghaa 🤣 this sleepover has nothing to do with Michael Jordan or basketball (I mean other than my name is Jordan and I am turning 23 lmfao)
Even tho Tumblr is a weird and oftentimes crappy place, I have met some pretty cool ass people on here and I wouldn't want it any other way :') Y'all make this place less dark and I wanna celebrate this special day with my besties!! Here's to another year of friendship, love, and unhinged hoe vibes 🤪🥂 let's pretend that I'm not recycling some stuff from my last sleepover 💀
Party Itinerary:
Starts: April 3 @ 12am (PST)
Ends: April 6 @ 11:59pm (PST)
You are welcome to send in asks before the sleepover starts, but I won't start responding to them until the start time.
As always, please be 18+ to participate! Y'all know how I feel about minors being on my blog so please don't give me a reason to block any of y'all. Please have some indication of your age in your bio.
You don't have to be following me to participate. Everyone is welcome 😊
I disabled anon feature to avoid meanies and minors.
Please send one emoji per ask. You don't have to worry about spamming my inbox, I will see everything ;)
I will not write/discuss anything revolving around non-con, underage, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, blood kinks (only exception is vampire AU if applicable), incest, step-cest, foot fetish.
I only write for female reader inserts with no specific race/ethnicity, hair/eye/skin color, body type, etc.
I reserve the right to deny writing/discussing any other things that make me uncomfortable.
Overall, let's just have fun and spread some love!!!
Thank you for the gift 🥰:
🍨 - Let's get personal. Ask me whatever you want.
🎂 - Let's play an ask game (cym, fmk, wyr, etc). Feel free to spice it up to your liking ;)
🍾 - Send me a hottie not on list and I'll rate them based on the scale below.
Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.
🥳 - Send me smutty, fluffy, and/or crack concepts that you think would fit in any of my AUs (Honey Baby, Teach Me Tonight, Rolling Dice and Rocking Hips)
🎉 - *Send a prompt from this list + hottie and I'll write a quick fic. Feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc.
🎈 - *Send me a movie + hottie and I will write a quick fic based on the movie
ex. Tangled + Xu Shangqi
🎁 - *Send a pic of one of my hotties and I will write a quick fic based on the pic.
🕯️ - *Send me a song or song lyrics + hottie and I will write a quick fic based on the song/lyrics
*Please note that the asks involving quick fics will take some time, so be patient as I write them! Remember that I reserve the right to deny any requests that 1. involve anything I previously stated I do not write for 2. I generally do not feel comfortable writing
You know who will be at the party 😏:
Real life hotties -
Simu Liu, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Austin Butler, Barry Keoghan, Andrew Garfield, Harry Styles, Oscar Isaac, Michael B. Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hayden Christensen
Fictional hotties -
Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi/Shangqi, Peter Parker (any variant), Xu Wenwu, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor, Druig, Eros/Starfox, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Stephen Strange
Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron
Other: Kim Jung (Kim’s Convenience), any Sim Liu’s SNL characters (don't be shy, I know we all simped), Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Johnathan Pine (The Night Manager), Robert Laing (High Rise), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Nathan Drake (Uncharted), Arvin Russel (The Devil All The Time), Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out), Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon a Time)
Gifts on the Table (oldest to newest):
🎉 - “Reality is even better than my dreams.” + Tom Hiddleston (@/huntress-artemiss)
🎈 - A Court of Mist and Fury + Simu Liu (@/littlestatesman)
🎈 - Meet the Robinsons + Xu Shangqi (@/blackbat05)
🎁 - Simu Liu (@/tonystarksfavoritedaughter)
🎁 - Adam OLLA (@/poetic-fiasco)
🎁 - Loki Laufeyson (@/frostbitten-written)
🎁 - Oscar Isaac (@/wint3r-h3art)
🎉 - “I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.” + Stephen Strange (@/wint3r-h3art)
🍾 - Stephen Strange (@/wint3r-h3art)
🎉 - Austin Butler + “How about we stay here all day and cuddle?” (@/beakeoghan)
🥳 - Teach Me Tonight concept: prof! Shangqi testing your knowledge on X subject (or whatever major/minor is being tested) while testing you and your self control? (@/potatos-main)
🍨 - 3 things you want people to know about you (@/yummymatcha)
🎁 - Simu Liu (@/cyborg-cinderella)
🎉 - "You remembered my favorite food" + Adam OLLA (@/give-me-a-moose)
🕯️ - "So, baby, can you eat it from the back? Got me purrin' like I'm Doja Cat" + Simu's SNL character of choice (@/tmholland)
🎉 - “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” & “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” + Xu Shangqi (@/hollandparkersx)
dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Established Relationship!Reader x Bucky Shangqi | Reader meets a Shang-Chi who awakens from his surgery and is so filled with painkillers that he can’t help flirting with his girlfriend — the reader.
Fluff amidst all the heartbreaking, tearful angst😩🤌
A/N: this is just crack, y'all. I don't even know what I'm doing. But this is my amend to all the pain I caused y'all yesterday. I believe this is based off this video? Also I'm in a bit in a writing slump as work and my grad course work is kind of kicking my butt right now, so ya girl is a bit stressed out. I hope you like this. Your like, comment, and reblogs are greatly appreciate it.💛
Warning: None. Just fluffy, funny (I hope) crack fic
“Oh, my God who are you?”
Your eyes shift to Shangqi who just woke up from his surgery. His eyes are still sleepy, his voice is slurry mostly from just waking up for the anesthesia. His liquid brown scans your features as if he forgot who you are. His poor little face looks a bit puffy, but he’s still your sweet Shangqi.
“Um, who do you think I am?” you ask as you sit there, peeling an apple for him.
“I don’t know but you’re really hot.”
You almost choke at that. You’re trying very hard to contain your giggle, but the more you look at your boyfriend, the funnier this gets. Despite the fact that he's still half awake, he manages to make your face warm from just a few words.
“Come again now?”
“Did the doctor send you here?” he asks again. His brows pulled into a deep frown as his eyes glance at you briefly then back to the ceiling as if he’s trying to watch something float around the room. His hand reaches up, but you quickly pull it down to his side.
“No. I came here on my own,” you say, trying to stifle laughter.
“Really?!”
You nod. “Yeah, I bring you some snacks, some milk tea for you. The doctor said no boba for at least another hours”
“Whoah. Whoah. You bring me food too? How do you know I like boba tea” he asks again, his eyes still in a daze as he glances at your face then he starts chuckling to himself. “Oh my God, you’re so cute and you’re bringing me food. How do I get so lucky?”
You laugh now. “Well, I don’t know Shangqi, you tell me.”
“What’s your name? Can I get your number, please?”
He looks too cute. You tell him your name, followed by “Well, I’m your girlfriend, Shangqi.”
“You’re my girlfriend?!” His eyes widen at the revelation as if he cannot believe himself. “You’re really my girlfriend?! Holy shit, how do I get so lucky?” Then he clamps his mouth as he catches himself swearing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to swear in front of you, but you’re so damn gorgeous. I can’t believe that you’re my girlfriend.”
You laugh. “It’s ok, baby. You’re just waking up. I heard you said the worst thing.”
He sniffles a bit, not from crying of course. “Oh my god, you call me baby. I’m so lucky. Wow. I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”
You giggle before patting his head. “It's ok baby. You're definitely not the only lucky one here.”
#shang chi x reader#shang chi x you#shang chi imagine#shang chi fanfiction#shang chi fluff#simu liu imagine#simu liu fanfiction
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all right, who's gonna write the fic where everyone lives at the end of shang chi, and the great protector also returns ying li to life? and, she realises how much of her children's lives she had missed — they were babies when she died and now they're adults.
she also notices how much her husband has changed.
gone are the days when he smiled freely and openly, when he cracked jokes, when he teased her, and devoted himself to loving her. he was once relaxed and carefree, and now she feels the tension simmering under his skin, the anxiety grinding deep in his bones, and the frown lines on his face date him. his smiles never reach the corner of his eyes, his lips never stretch as wide, and his tone — though gentle — is heavy with sorrow.
when she confronts him, asks if he still loves her, she watches him break down. years of anguish and grief that he had kept buried bubble to the surface, transform into heaving, gasping sobs and she barely makes out his choked words: he's terrified that without the rings, he'll fail to protect her once more, and losing her again would destroy him in ways even his greatest enemies couldn't envision. he kneels before her in supplication and begs for forgiveness — for failing her, for failing their children, for endangering her home in his desperation. he starts making promises to leave her alone, to leave their children alone, to disappear from the world so that no one else pays the price for his mistakes.
in the short years she spent with him, ying li has never seen her husband lose control like this — bordering on delirious. that's when she realises she wasn't the only one who died that night, when the iron gang came to collect its blood debt. her husband did too — over and over again, every night, until all that remained was a hollow shell of a once great man she fell in love with. so, she kneels and holds his face in her hands, her grip tender yet firm, assuring, and she promises to fix their small, broken family.
(i was gonna write this but i am also incredibly lazy and have too many unfinished wips 🥺 but pls feel free to steal the idea for your own!)
#sorry i woke up passed out on the angst train 🤷🏽♀️#xu wenwu#ying li#wenwu x ying li#wenwu#shang chi#shang chi spoilers#my posts
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All-New, All-Different Magazine Sneak Peek!
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46240828
by Writer_Lethogica
Read this latest issue of the All-New, All-Different Magazine! Your source for sports! What hikes is Yelena Belova going on? How did Joaquín Torres get that v-shape? Are beloved player Sam Wilson and comeback kid Bucky Barnes rivals or lovers? Find out in here!
Words: 2653, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of All Caps Bingo Round One 2023 Fills, Part 3 of TFATWS Anniversary 2023 Fics
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Leila Taylor, Steve Rogers, Misty Knight, Joaquín Torres, Monica Rambeau, Shang-Chi (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Yelena Belova
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: full beta we survive like final girls, Alternate Universe - Sports, Digital Art, Getting Together, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, magazine
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46240828
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Not me writing a random smutty, crack fic about these two
Because of their scenes in Shang-Chi, and knowing they’re both going to be in She-Hulk
I’m a disgrace 🙃🤣
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39077340
Summary:
Stephen interrogates Wong on who he's been seeing when he's not in the Sanctum.
Wong tells him just to get him to stop asking questions.
He then goes and sees the man in question, and their relationship develops in a way Wong hadn't dared to hope for.
Emil doesn't mind being locked up, so much, when he has Wong visit him.
Enjoy 💚
#my fics#benedict wong#Wong#emil blonsky#tim roth#abomination#shang chi and the legend of the ten rings#she hulk#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#mcu#marvel fanfiction
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