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lumillsie · 2 months ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marvel masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ avengers : tony stark, james rhodes (rhodey), bruce banner (norton), bruce banner (ruffalo), natasha romanoff, thor odinson, steve rogers, clint barton, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, vision, scott lang, hope van dyne, stephen strange, peter parker (maguire), peter parker (garfield), peter parker (holland), shuri, carol danvers, shang chi, monica rambeau, joaquin torres, kate bishop, kamala khan (platonic),

╰┈➤ pre-mcu spiderman : norman osborn, otto octavius, harry osborn (franco), harry osborn (dehaan), dr curt connors, gwen stacey (stone)

╰┈➤ the defenders (+supporting) : matt murdock, jessica jones, luke cage, danny rand, frank castle, karen page, elektra natchios

╰┈➤ thunderbolts : james buchanan barnes (bucky), john walker, ava starr, bob reynolds, yelena belova

╰┈➤ antagonists : emil blonsky (abomination), loki laufeyson, baron zemo, kaecilius, hela odinsdottir, erik killmonger, proxima midnight, yon-rogg, quentin beck (mysterio), gorr, valentina allegra de fontaine, agatha harkness, maya lopez, rio vidal

╰┈➤ s.h.i.e.l.d : nick fury, maria hill

╰┈➤ loki : loki laufeyson (loki series variant), sylvie laufeysdottir, mobius,

╰┈➤ eternals : ikaris, sersi, thena, druig, ajak, kingo, phastos, gilgamesh, makkari, dane whitman

╰┈➤ moon knight : marc spector (/steven grant), layla el-faouly, arthur harrow

╰┈➤ guardians of the galaxy : gamora, nebula

╰┈➤ asgardians : lady sif, valkyrie, heimdall

╰┈➤ supporting characters : pepper potts, elizabeth ross, jane foster, darcy lewis, peggy carter, howard stark, sharon carter, jimmy woo, christine palmer, may parker, michelle jones, okoye, m'baku, melina vostokoff, xialing, katy, henry lopez, jennifer kale, lilli calderu

NOTE : I still haven't seen all the movies and shows in the marvel universe and I'm currently on my rewatch. this list is subject to changes as I progress. the categories aren't strict, they're mainly so that I have an easier time navigating whom I added and whom I haven't. as always, characters in red are the ones I'm most looking forward to writing about.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tony stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james rhodes (rhodey). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (norton). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (ruffalo). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ natasha romanoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thor odinson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve rogers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ clint barton. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sam wilson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanda maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pietro maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vision. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ scott lang. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hope van dyne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stephen strange. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (maguire). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (garfield). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (holland). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ carol danvers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shang chi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ monica rambeau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joaquin torres. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate bishop. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kamala khan (platonic). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ norman osborn. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ otto octavius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (franco). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (deehan). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dr curt connors. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gwen stacey (stone). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ matt murdock. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jessica jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke cage. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ danny rand. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ frank castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ karen page. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elektra natchios. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james buchanan barnes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ john walker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ava starr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bob reynolds. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yelena belova. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emil blonsky (abomination). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hela odinsdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ erik killmonger. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ proxima midnight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yon-rogg. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ quentin beck (mysterio). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gorr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valentina allegra de fontaine. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ agatha harkness. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maya lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rio vidal. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nick fury. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maria hill. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson (loki series variant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sylvie laufeysdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mobius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ikaris. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sersi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thena. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ druig. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ajak. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kingo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ phastos. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gilgamesh. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dane whitman. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ marc spector (/stephen grant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ layla el-faouly. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arthur harrow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gamora. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nebula. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lady sif. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valkyrie. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ heimdall. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pepper potts. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elizabeth ross. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jane foster. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ darcy lewis. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peggy carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ howard stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sharon carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jimmy woo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ christine palmer. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ may parker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ michelle jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ okoye. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ m'baku. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ melina vostokoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ xialing. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ katy. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ henry lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jennifer kale. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lilli calderu. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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reginaphalangelobster · 6 months ago

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Yours and Theirs

You stood by the bar, sipping your drink and staring at them from across the room. You watched them talking and laughing and all you wanted was to be the cause of that laugh. You'd been in love with them for longer than you'd care to admit but it felt like a lifetime. It felt like you'd known them forever, through all of your past lives. The past few months you thought you'd seen something in them, you thought they might finally return your feelings and if so tonight would be the perfect night.

You were at a themed party, 1860s era. There was an extremely talented string quartet playing beautifully in the background. You were in a gorgeous time appropriate outfit that still accentuated all the best parts of your body. Then there they were. They were truly amazing at all times but tonight, oh tonight was the epitome. They looked breathtaking, if you didn't know better you'd be sure they were a god and anyone who'd disagree would be sorely mistaken.

You watched as their perfect lips took a sip from their glass, you'd swear they were taunting you. You looked into their eyes, beautiful pools you wished to dive into. All you wanted was for them to be yours and for you to be theirs. You decided to take your chance. As the previous song was starting to fade out, you walked over to them. They saw you and began to creep closer, the two of you locked in heated eye contact, stalking towards each other like predators to prey. You met in the middle of the dance floor just as the quartet began to play 'Clocks'. You raised your palm just below your face and theirs followed. Your hands maybe an inch away from each other. You started to move in a circular fashion, chasing each other. You brought your hand down, as did they, only to switch to the other, as did they. You chased each other once again, this time in the opposite direction. You walked up to each other again, just as close and before but this time, you touched. Both of your hands found their way to hips and shoulders. You felt your fingers interlocking and you wished they'd stay that way forever. You danced around the room dipping down and bobbing back up like you were gliding through the water. With every stroke and strum of the strings your love grew fonder. The way the bows swept across the instruments in swift movements matched your own and the slow gliding was your favourite part. You continued, your eyes never parting for a second. You saw into their soul when you danced with them. You saw the love you felt being returned. The strings began to quieten down and you began to stop moving. The song reached its end, far too quickly, and you stood there, with them. Their lips parted for a moment as they began to say something but before they could finish, you stopped them. Your lips clashed with theirs in the most passionate kiss of your lifetime. Your lips moulded with theirs like a fine clay sculpture, the finest. You separated, only out of fear of suffocation, if not for breathing you would have never stopped kissing them. You didn't take your eyes off each other as you gasped, catching your breath. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to say it.

'I love you' you uttered, breathlessly. You stood there for a moment, your words hanging in the air.

'I've been waiting for you to say that since the moment I met you, I love you too' they said as a tear rolled down their cheek.

You moved and hand to Their cheek to wipe away their tears as you let your own out, feeling a huge sense of relief and belonging, finally. Their words melted your heart, you too had wanted this since you met them and you finally had it. They were yours and you were theirs, as it should be, as it will always be.

And yes the dance was inspired by The Vampire Diaries, I'm watching it for the first time and I just had to write something about that scene!

I can't add more tags but I tried to.

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realtalkswithfinn · 2 years ago

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“Are You Wearing Mismatched Socks?”

Shang-Chi x widow!reader

summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.

warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.

authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!

“BABE!”

“WHAT?”

“COME IN HERE!”

“WHY?”

“JUST COME HERE!”

You sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. You roll off the edge of your bed, clicking your phone off in the process, and saunter down the hall toward the sound of his voice.

Shuan stood in the center of… what used to be your living room? Both recliners and your big green couch were pushed flush up against the walls. You could see your coffee table stacked on top of your dining table in the next room over. All your blankets and knick knacks were scattered throughout the space. On the bookshelf, counters, window sills - anywhere but where they belonged.

He was looking down at his phone with an amused smile on his face.

“Done some… redecorating, have we?”

He glanced up, excitement clear on his face. “I’ll put it all back later. Give me one of your socks.”

You stared at him. “Give you… one?”

He nodded, jutting his palm out. “Yeah.”

“… why.”

“I found this game, it looks super fun!” He said, walking over to where you stood. He held out his phone, which was playing a video of what looked to be a set of twins. Each girl wore one white sock. “The goal is to rip the other persons sock off and keep yours on!”

You watched the girls tickle, tackle, and wrestle each other until one emerged victorious, sweaty sock in hand.

“I don’t know Shaun, I’m not sure I wanna play a game where I have to free your dawgs.” You teased.

“Hey! My ‘dogs’ aren’t that bad. Yours on the other hand-“

You smacked his arm. “Hey-“

“That’s the spirit!” He said, tossing his phone on the couch. “Now, give me a sock.”

“Get your own so- HEY!”

He yanked your right leg up by the back of the knee, quick but careful to make sure you didn’t fall, and slid your sock off. “See, next time, you’ll try to make sure I don’t do that.”

Oh, it’s on.

“Fine.” You sigh, trying to seem unamused. In reality, you were rather excited to play. The game looked fun enough when the girls played, but a round between two ex- child assassins? Things were going to get interesting fast.

Shaun beams at you and slides the sock onto his own foot. He looks at you, then your remaining sock, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you wearing mismatched socks?”

“Do you want to play or not?”

He backs away, hands raised in a surrender motion. “My bad, my bad, I should know better than to question you.” He moves a good three feet in front of you and reaches out for a handshake. “May the best man win.”

You yank his hand forward and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him down hard onto the cushy carpet. You twist and dive, aiming for his pink striped sock, but he rolls away quickly, jumping to his feet.

“That’s totally not fair! We hadn’t started yet!”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you made all your opponents wait for your mark before fighting.”

He scoffed. “I was trying to be civil with you.”

“Don’t.”

He kicked out with his bare foot, leaving the socked one on the ground. The impact set you back a bit, but you regained yourself before slamming into the TV.

“Watch the furniture!” He teased, diving down toward your feet.

You dove over him, rolling and landing on your feet far on the other side of the living room. You crossed your arms and tapped your socked foot impatiently. “Gee, I thought the great Shang-Chi would find this game tedious. Assumed you would’ve won by now.”

Shaun rolled his eyes before running toward you again. You attempted to jump out of the way, but he snagged you by the waist. He tackled you to the floor as carefully as he could. Sweet, but his mistake. He only held you with one arm, using the other to stop your fall, making it easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.

You rolled slightly to the left and knocked him face first into the carpet. You crawled toward his foot, forgetting to keep your own feet away from his hands. You yelped when you felt him grabbing at your ankles and started kicking violently. He managed to tug your sock a bit, but lost his grip quickly.

You yanked yourself away from his hands, curling your feet under yourself into a crouch position. Shaun wasted no time crawling toward you, laughing as he went. You scuttled backward but came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into the couch.

He was closing in. You didn’t have anywhere else to run, so you took the offensive route and thrust yourself forward, sending the two of you sprawling across the carpet. The force of you landing on him was unexpected and totally knocked the wind out of Shaun. While he laid there catching his breath, you swung around and reached for his sock.

Of course, he regained his breath too fast. He sat up and grabbed you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Not cool y/n.”

“I can be less cool.” you panted. He started to say something, but you thrust your arm back and elbowed him in the ribs. You snaked out of his grip and ran across the room yet again.

Shaun stood up slowly, rubbing his rib. “Come on!”

“Sorry baby.” You laughed. You stuck out your bottom lip in a teasing pout. “I’ll kiss it better after I win.”

“Oh no, I can’t let you win after this.” He chuckled.

But you had a plan.

…Hopefully, the TV wouldn’t pay the price.

You ran at your boyfriend, gathered at much momentum as you could, jumped up, and wrapped your legs around his neck. He stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.

“Aw dude!” His voice was muffled. “Can a guy get a warning before getting a crotch to the face?”

He started smacking his own back, desperately trying to grab at your sock. But ultimately he couldn’t reach your feet at the angle. You laugh and let yourself fall backward. You dangled yourself from his shoulders and looked through your eyebrows to locate which foot had the striped sock.

Honestly, there were a million ways Shaun could have escaped this position. But all of them would’ve been pretty painful for you, and you knew he would never actually hurt you for a game. Or anything, for that matter, but especially not a game. So he continued to reach and grab for your sock.

You reached down and tickled his right leg. He kicked out a little, as that was the last thing he expected from you. He stopped reaching for your sock and grabbed your thighs instead, trying to keep you from falling while he lost his balance.

You took the opportunity to snatch the sock off his foot.

“BOO!” Shaun complained.

“Whats that?? I can’t hear you over the sound of me WINNING!”

You reached your hands down to the floor and unhooked your legs from behind Shaun’s head, gracefully kicking down as if out of a handstand, and waved the sock around in victory.

Shaun stared at you. “I can’t believe you just black widowed me.”

You shrugged. “I can’t believe you talked such big game just to be taken out by a little tickle.”

“And a crotch to the face?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “So… what do I win?”

A mischievous grin spread across your boyfriends face. “Who said you won? We gotta do best two out of three.”

“What? No! I won fair and square-“

Shaun ripped the sock out of your hands and took off down the hall. “BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!”

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You padded into your bedroom with a glass of water and a handful of ibuprofen. Shaun was already under the covers, but you could see bruises sprouting up around his exposed upper body. You weren’t much better — you had a nasty spot right on your cheekbone, as well as littered all over your body.

“Hey,” you greeted gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He set his phone down and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey.”

You took his hand and dumped a few ibuprofen into it. “Maybe we should play a little gentler next time.”

He smiled before popping the tablets into his mouth. “Maybe.”

You passed him the water glass and he took a swig before passing it back to you. You took your own dose and set the glass on the nightstand. Shaun pulled the covers up for you to crawl under, to which you happily did, curling right up against him.

He ran his fingers over the forming bruise on your cheek. “Aw dude. Does it hurt?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“People are gunna think I hit you.”

“You kinda did.” You laugh.

“Not on purpose!” He defended. He moved his hand to cup your face before sending you a pointed stare. “You, on the other hand, had malicious intent.“

“And who won all three rounds?”

Shaun glared at you but couldn’t argue. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise. “Thanks for playing with me.” He said softly.

You reached up and rested your hand over his. “Anytime. Thanks for putting the couch back.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Anytime.”

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“Dude, what happened to you?” Katy asked gawking at Shaun, who had stiffly shuffled into work covered head to toe in bruises. “Bad guys?”

“Y/n.”

Katy curled her lip in disgust. “Didn’t need to know that dude.”

“What? Oh my god Katy, no, we were playing the sock-“

“Nope. Too late. Image is already there.”

“KATY.”

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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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Where are all my Shang Chi lovers like come on

LIKE LOOK AT HIM, HE IS SO POOKIE BEAR BBG, AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT LIKES HIM!?

I NEED MORE SHANG CHI LOVERS, WRITERS, REBLOGGERS

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thereoncewasagirlnamedjane · 1 month ago

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PAIRING | Xu Shang Chi x f!Reader

TAGS/WARNINGS | fluff, very light angst if you squint, childhood best friends to lovers.

SUMMARY | It’s the end of your friendship as you know it, but it’s not as devastating as it sounds.

WORD COUNT | 2.7k

NOTES | Shang Chi fics in 2025?! Yes ma’am! This is actually a repost of an old fic of mine I wrote years ago, posted under the pseud @/ohheyjanie. Thanks @intrepidacious for reminding me of this one!

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✧.* Same Changes

You’ve quite literally done this tens of times before.

Shang Chi stands in front of you, towering, his hands in his pockets. His shirt is buttoned almost all the way up to the top, the collar flipped up so you can loop the silk tie around his neck.

The two of you are in his bedroom, in front of the full-length mirror right next to his closet door. There’s a pile of discarded shirts on the bed, each deemed not good enough for the day’s special occasion. In the end, you helped him pick out a nice dark red button-down, red being one of your favourite colours.

He’s a hopeless case, this one. No matter how many times you’ve tried to teach him, no matter how many times you asked Xia Ling, or Katy, or any of your other friends to teach him, he could just never get it down pat.

“Katy just never ties it as nicely as you do, but don’t tell her I said that,” he confesses, his pretty brown eyes finding yours. You have half a mind to tell her anyway out of pure spite.

He’s done this before, too.

Even though you try to stay annoyed, exasperated, he has this uncanny ability, a way of melting you down like snow in the sun. It’s kind of the basis of your friendship, which has spanned decades now. He (and usually Katy) does something dumb, you get mad at him for being totally reckless, and all he has to do is smile—actually, sometimes all he does is look at you—and all is forgiven.

“Whatever, Xiao Chi,” you say, using the childhood nickname he hates, the one that Xia Ling cheekily taught you, because what grown man likes being called “small” or “stingy”? You try to pretend like his obvious attempts at flattery aren’t working, but you both knew you weren’t fooling anyone, judging by the way you’re grinning up at him. “Now, lean down, you gentle giant. You’re too tall.”

Shang Chi obliges you obediently, using the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. You swat at him like he’s a pesky little fly, but you actually love his forehead kisses.

It’s Xia Ling’s high school graduation today. Shang Chi’s little sister is all grown up, even though you could still remember the day she was brought home from the hospital.

You, Katy, and Shang Chi were four years old—the three neighbourhood musketeers, never apart for very long. Anytime one of you was spotted without the other two, people would always ask why.

Shang Chi had proclaimed on the day of Xia Ling’s birth that since he was a big brother now, you and Katy had to listen to him from now on. The two of you exchanged a look, responded by reaching behind him, each grabbing a pillow from his bed with the Spider-Man sheets and whacking him in the face.

This prompted a full-on pillow fight, the three of you giggling and out of breath until you heard the front door of the house open and shut. Ying Li, Shang Chi’s mother, walked into his room with a bright smile, a bundle of joy cradled in her arms.

Ying Li sat on a nearby chair and three pairs of curious eyes peered down into Xia Ling’s tiny little face, peeking out from the blanket she was swaddled in. She was asleep, but you were wide-eyed and amazed.

“She grew in your belly?” Katy asked Ying Li, who smiled and nodded kindly. You reached out a hand to gently pat Auntie’s stomach. “Whoa, wild.”

Afterwards, you and Katy ran around the neighbourhood, telling everyone that you both got a new baby sister too, much to everyone’s amusement.

“Can you believe she’s going off to college now? I feel so old!” You say, getting a bit choked up at the memory of you and Xia Ling on the school playground, her little hand clutched in yours.

She gravitated towards you back then because, besides her, you were the youngest in the friend group, because you had always wanted a little sister, and because you always protected her like she was yours.

“Aw, come on, Katy already called me in tears yesterday, don’t you start crying on me too,” Shang Chi teases, one large hand coming up to pinch at your cheek. You shake your head with mirth, rolling your eyes, taking the ends of his tie in each hand.

“I was on that call. Katy didn’t cry.”

“She did too!”

“So, if we called her right now, she wouldn’t say you’re a filthy liar?” You move your hands together so you can overlap one end of the tie over the other, but Shang Chi brings his hands up to stop you. He can easily fit both of yours in one of his, capable of such strength, but being the wonderful human being he is, he just uses that strength to love instead. He could break you in half, but his touch is always gentle, always affectionate.

“What would you do if she did?” Your best friend turned roommate smirks, suddenly feeling mischievous. He leans down even further, his nose just millimetres away from yours now. “You gonna choke me?”

It isn’t the first time he’s ever made a suggestive joke. It isn’t the first time he’s given you that look, eyebrows wagging and smirk all charmingly lopsided. It’s not the first time he’s stood so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face. It’s not even the first time you’ve ever thought him sinfully beautiful, unfairly so.

It is, however, the first time your eyes go wide, your lungs stop working, and your blood feels like its been turned into lava scorching its way through your veins.

Turns out, romantic epiphanies aren’t always the grand, show-stopping events you saw in movies or on TV. Sometimes, all it takes is four small words uttered in jest to make you see things in a whole new light.

You try to tell yourself that it meant nothing. You aren’t a prude, even if you’d always been a little shy when it came to the topic of sex—a product of your ultra conservative upbringing.

So that prickling embarrassment you’re feeling? Totally normal.

That feeling of awkwardness as you break eye contact, trying to remain nonchalant as you do exactly as he asked, yanking spitefully at the ends of his tie in opposite directions, making him squeak in surprise? Happens all the time.

That self-consciousness nipping at your heels as you walk away, ignoring his indignant sputtering and coughing, on the pretext of putting the finishing touches on your makeup? Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey,” you hear him call from his room once he gets his voice back. “Did you pick red so that we’d match?”

Shang Chi then pops his head through the doorway of the bathroom, smiling in a way that should be outlawed, equal parts innocent and suggestive.

“No,” you scoff, applying one last coat of mascara onto your lashes.

Yes, unconsciously, your traitorous heart confirms.

Shang Chi doesn’t seem to notice your inner turmoil as he taps the doorframe twice, his eyes sweeping appreciatively over your form and the pretty red dress you’d chosen.

He feels his chest swell with pride that he’s going to walk into that auditorium with you on his arm, looking like a picture straight out of his dreams. He frowns, however, when he sees how thin the straps are, showing off the skin of your shoulders.

“Aren’t you gonna be cold? Maybe you should bring a sweater.”

“Shaun,” you roll your eyes, slipping back to using the English name he’d given himself when you were eight, after a particularly nasty comment from another classmate about his Chinese one. The initial reason the name came to be was terrible, but you’ve actually grown to like it. Maybe because it was his. “It’s, like, a million degrees out.”

“Yeah, but we’re gonna be indoors. The AC will probably be blasting, and you always regret not bringing a sweater,” he drones on as you leave the bathroom, flicking off the lights as you pass, ducking under his arm to head into the kitchen and grab your purse off the counter top. He’s hot on your heels the entire time. “And then what do I have to do? I have to give you my jacket. Happens every time.”

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him, knowing that even if you do bring a sweater, he will still end up giving you his jacket anyway. In fact, you are convinced it’s the only reason he ever wears layers.

Every single time you wore a skirt or a dress, he’d be tugging off his sweater, his coat, or whichever outer layer he was wearing the moment you sat down, just so he could drape the material over your exposed legs.

How long can denial last? Your heart asks you, especially when, hours later, after the ceremony was long over, Shang Chi reached into the back seat of his car and gave you one of his cardigans. Apparently, he’d swiped one from his closet just before you left the apartment.

You hadn’t even said you were cold yet, had barely even settled into the passenger seat.

You take it from him, smiling when he just shoots you a smug grin and shrugs. “See? I just get you, don’t I?”

Yes.

And no.

But this—this strange new feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his intensely dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight—is a secret you intend to take to your grave.

Your friendship works on every single level. To simply say he’s your best friend would be an understatement. Shang Chi is your family; you won’t let anything mess that up.

Keep these thoughts to yourself, you scold yourself mentally. That way, things don’t have to change.

But they always find a way to, no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

Because your friendship is not quite the same after that. Shang Chi begins to pick up on the way you squirm out of his arms on movie nights. You shrink away from his touch when you used to welcome it. You look away from him like you’re embarrassed whenever he makes an innuendo here and there.

You duck your head, hiding your eyes that one time he brings a girl home. You dread the day he’d finally catch on and start teasing you about it, this new jealousy you’re experiencing. But even now, after all these years, he still surprises you.

“If you don’t want me to date, I won’t,” Shang Chi smiles at you from across the kitchen, setting grocery bags down onto the counter.

“What are you even on about?” You try to shut it down. He probably thinks you’re just jealous that you’ve been third-wheeling all the time lately, while he goes off with girls who know a side of him that you don’t. He probably thinks you’re just lonely. “Why would I ask you to do that? It’s actually crazy.”

“Maybe it’s not crazy,” he shrugs, turning away to put the milk in the fridge. “Maybe I want that, too.”

“You want to stop dating?” You raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Okay, but… why? What’s wrong with what’s-her-face? Shoot, I’m blanking on her name.”

There’s a silence as Shang Chi straightens, slowly closing the door of the refrigerator. You hear him take a deep breath, as though he’s nervous. But he’s never nervous, always so carefree and easygoing.

“Maybe… maybe I’ve got everything I need here,” he exhales, the words rushing out on a single breath. When you don’t say anything, he finally turns to face you.

There’s a fear and hesitation in his eyes you’ve never seen before. To you, Shang Chi has always been a warrior, always soldiering on in the face of adversity, and always with a smile. Nothing seems to scare him.

And he made you feel the same. No matter where you were or what you were about to face, as long as you could see Shang Chi somewhere in the vicinity, waving over a crowd or grinning in that wonderfully winsome way, the tension in your shoulders would ease. He made everything right.

Almost everything.

“Xiao Chi…” you groan, because this is precisely what you didn’t want.

“Just hear me out—”

“We can’t—”

“Why not? We’d be good together. We are good together.”

He’s right. It just makes sense. Loving Shang Chi comes to you so naturally, like it was in your genetic programming, like you’d been born to do it. You’ve always welcomed change, but not like this.

While a new side of your relationship with Shang Chi has been emerging, you can feel the comfortable, wonderful, one of a kind friendship you’d fostered for decades slipping through your fingers like grains of loose sand. It terrifies you.

“We… we are…” you say, “but that’s exactly why—”

“I love you. I always have. I thought I could live with just being your best friend, because living without you would be worse than not being able to call you mine, but if there’s a chance—” he pauses here, trying to choose his next words carefully. “If I believed in soulmates, I’d have no doubt you’re mine. All that matters is if you love me, too.”

Oh, but of course you do. You love him in a way you’ve never loved anyone else, or maybe ever will. It occurs to you then that nobody would love you the way he does, either.

He watches all the movies and reads all the books you like, even if they aren’t to his usual tastes, even if he knows he’ll hate it, just so you’ll have someone to discuss them with.

When you moved in together after college, he spent weeks and months learning how to cook, because your favourite dish is Hainanese chicken with rice and none of the nearby takeout places made it exactly the way you liked it.

On bad days, he holds you close, even closer when you cry—no questions, no unsolicited advice. Just warmth and love.

On good days, he makes you happier than you ever thought possible, makes you laugh when nobody else can, and makes you feel alive.

“And it’s okay if you don’t, you know,” Shang Chi says, coming around the kitchen island to sit on one of the stools next to you. “You’ll never lose me, you hear? You don’t have to be afraid of that. You’re stuck with me forever and ever, no matter what happens.”

He takes your hand then, plants a chaste kiss onto the back of it, and pulls you forward to take you into his arms. “I just… sometimes I hate wondering about the ‘what if’.”

You pull back to look him in the eye, to put yourself to the test. Gingerly, you bring a hand up to lay it against his cheek, gently running your thumb over the line of his jaw, already lined with stubble despite him having shaved just that morning.

When the pads of your fingers reach his lips, you know it’s too late. You know then that you’ll have to walk on, terrified as you are. You will have to continue on this treacherous path, even if it ends up destroying you.

There’s no going back.

“I do love you,” and you seal this promise with a kiss. His large hands fly to your back, rushing to press you closer to him, closer than you’ve ever been, your body touching parts of his you’d never explored before now.

His fingers dance up your spine, sending shivers—delightful and delicious—following closely under his touch. Your hands, in turn, are in his hair, and you marvel at how right it feels, like the final piece of the puzzle has just clicked into place, even though you had no idea it was missing.

That night, he sleeps in your bed. It certainly wasn’t the first time, but it’s different tonight. The two of you lay side by side, facing each other, trying your hardest to stay awake so you could talk more, touch more, kiss more, love more.

You are unable to resist the pull of sleep as the clock ticks past midnight, however, but relish in the fact that the last thing you see before slipping away into dreamland is your new favourite colour—the warm hues of Xu Shang Chi’s brown eyes.

And the last thing you feel are his smiling lips against yours, his hushed whispers of love serving as the sweetest lullaby.

FIN.

Notes: So, Reader calls him “Xiao Chi” earlier in the fic. “Xiao (小)” is a common prefix for nicknames or girl names, and it just means “little” or “small”. Xiao Chi also homonymous with “stingy” or “petty” in Mandarin.

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redheadspark · 5 months ago

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February Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my dears!

We made it to the month of love! I hope you all feel loved and you are receiving a great amount of love from everyone in your life!

Since it's the month of love I want to write this prompt session about love of course! But this time, there's a bit of a twist with it!

The theme for February is:

Uh oh, I'm In Love

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) This session has only one list. As you ask, please be as ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE: include BOTH the character and request number you’d like me to write for you

Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3?

*I write out the requests on a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number)I will only write it once! Please don’t be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don’t mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, February 21st, at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt list created by @corvase

they’re dancing together and character a has been feeling it creep up on them for a while, so when character b slips on air and falls, character a softly thinks oh. i love this person

your character’s friend pulls your character aside around the midway point of your story and says “hey i like them” and then your main character is gripped with such a violent dread that that’s when they realize they’ve been in love the whole time

third character goes “why do you care?” and they just go “because i just do.” “but why?” and then boom accidental confession OR —

character a didn’t know it either, until they were in a screaming argument with character b and they scream “yeah, but i love you!”

it’s something small, the most small thing they’ve done. maybe they gave them a smile across the room, or left a little note on their locker, but the character just thinks yeah. i’m screwed

your main character is going on a walk and thinks of buying something for their love interest and then they’re like oh yeah i definitely love them

they’re talking regularly and character a stops the conversation and goes “wait wait wait. i think… i love you.” and character b is like “what?”

character a is getting nursed back to health when they realize they’re in love with the person nursing them to health— or, that they in fact love someone else

your character has to witness their love interest with someone else and then goes oh.

your character visits their love interest’s grave for the first time since their passing

Once again I will stop taking requests on Friday, February 21st, at 3:00 PST

Thank You and Happy Requesting!

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totallynotashieldagent · 4 months ago

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Why Is Everything So Heavy?

Pairing: ShangChi/Reader

Summary: The one where ShangChi has the breakdown he deserves.

Author's Note: This is part of the Brain Itch Series. Where the fics are very broken and have no start or end but stories that I just wanted out of my system.

It was late and you were already asleep. Everything was so quiet, it was almost eerie, so when the bell rang, followed by a quick succession of knocks, all sorts of alarm bells went off in your head.

Looking through the peephole, you were shocked to say the least. When you opened the door, an extremely dishevelled ShangChi stood at your door.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go-” His voice was a hoarse whisper, his eyes redrimmed as he pushed himself into your home and hugged you as if you were the only thing anchoring him to right now .

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him, rubbing his back. The fraction of comfort broke him completely.

“Are you o-” You tried asked but his held onto you tighter.

“ Please -” He cried into your shoulder, “Let me just hold you.”

He didn’t want to talk about it. About any of it. How he’d spent running from his name, how he’d spent years hating his father, how he’d left his sister behind and how all of that was a fucked up mess because his sister had taken over his father’s legacy and his father was gone too.

Continue Reading. . . . Fic Masterlist.

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raven-dor · 6 months ago

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MARVEL MASTERLIST

main masterlist

updated: 6/28/25

requests are closed!!

personal favs: 🩵

hurt/comfort: 💛

fluff: 💗

angst: ♥️

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steve rogers

kiss from a rose 💗♥️ // kiss from a rose pt.2 💗♥️

bucky barnes

tell me you love me 🩵💗

thinking of you 💗♥️ // epilogue ♥️

my heart won't tell ♥️💗

BLURBS: bucky tries a tiktok trend? 🩵💗 // bucky takes care of sick reader 🩵♥️💗

jealous 🩵💗

'cause i like you 🩵♥️💛💗

illicit affairs 🩵♥️💗

peter parker (tasm)

BLURBS: peter parker distracts you 💗 //

peter parker (mcu)

tony stark

pietro maximoff

i can't help but love you ♥️💗

loki laufeyson

when i look at you

BLURBS: loki is oblivious ♥️💗 //

shang chi

t'challa

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of-many-fandomss · 2 years ago

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Guess who loves mafia!au’s?? *raises hand* I do! Send in some requests :)

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zymruk · 2 years ago

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All the ways we sabotaged it. [Shang-Chi x reader]

Inspired by skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter. Ever since I've heard the song, I couldn't get this fic out of my mind. So why not write it?

Warning: Angst, angst, so much of it. Shang-Chi hiding things. Lots of misunderstandings, break-up. Happens six months after the events of Shang-Chi.

Summary: Six months after the break-up, you and Shang-Chi cross paths in a café downtown.

It had been six months. Six long, hard, agonizing months since you and your ex, Shaun, broke up. It has been a long process but with the help of your family and friends, it seems less hard than if you had to do all of it alone. You just started to move on. Yes you still loved him; but in retrospect, you and him wouldn't have lasted. There were too many things happening at the time and honestly, neither of you were mature enough for a relationship.

It had been a Wednesday when you had decided to go out. Just spend your day with your own company. It had been a while since you'd been to this café specifically because of some guy. You really missed their lattes. Once you placed your order, you had searched for a seat and then sat down. Appreciating the calmness of the place. You would start writing on your computer, letting your fingers dance on the keyboard. The place has given you writing ideas that you were more than excited to write about.

Everything was going perfectly until a familiar voice had stopped you in your frenzy. A voice you hadn't heard for so long. At first you thought you had misheard. Maybe it was someone that sounded like him. It couldn't be him right?

So the logical thing to do was to go back to what you were doing in the first place. It was just your imagination playing tricks on you. He couldn't be here. You'd heard from a mutual close friend that he had to fly back home. Where was "home"? You hadn't known, he'd never told you about his home country. "Family business. I swear!" She had told you.

However, when you looked up, you're surprised to see the same face attached to that voice. The same smile, and the same hair. All in all, the guy that had taken your heart six months ago. He was there right in front of you. And it seemed like he wanted to talk to you.

"Hi." He almost whispered when he had arrived in front of your table. In an instant you couldn't think of a proper salutation, so you opted for a simple "Hi. How are you?" And soon, a conversation bloomed. You two would catch up to whatever had happened since the separation. It was nice, talking like no time had passed; no separation happened. To be honest, you kinda missed those sort of days. When words would just fill out of your mouth, and you being unable to stop them.

And very soon, minutes would change into hours. Niether of you would notice. In those hours, Shaun had told you that he was actually grateful you had broken up with him. At first it stung a little; but then he told you the reason why. It had opened his eyes; he was reckless, had lied to you so many times, and hid so many things. His words. In retrospect he couldn't understand how you had put up with it. The gall of the man. He even had lied to you about his name!

Your response to it should've been to be angry with him. To yell at him about lying about his name. Understandably you were upset, you two shared a life together, though short lived, you felt he should have felt safe enough to tell you about it. After everything that had gone down after your departure, was explained to you, you understood. You would've probably done the same in his shoes. I mean, did it sound crazy? Yes. Did you wonder how that concerned you in any way? Heck yes. Were you still worried about the guy? Yes.

So in the end, you still listened to his crazy-not-so-crazy story. In the end, you still had a little bit of concern and empathy for this guy.

You decided to go home when the sky changed hues. You had spent a good day in his company in this café. But now it was time to go home. As soon as you two parted ways, you questioned yourself on why you two didn't work.

Yes, he had lied and hid things. But at the end of the day, your delusional mind thought that it could've been salvaged somehow. It rattled on past opportunities of reconciliation and the multiple ways you would have been more than happy to be supportive of him and journey. However, you ultimately came to the conclusion that if it hadn't worked, it probably wasn't meant to be.

Really, that day had just been a reafirmation that you two had had a good run, but like all good things it was time to let go and move on. you were more than ready.