#simu writing

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Also, props to Allan???

He's a doll most people have never heard of. He got discontinued forever ago cause he was perceived as gay by consumers and they didn't like that.

But I love that he had an actual role in Barbie. He was very queer coded, yeah, but he didn't like when all the Kens turned to Patriarchy. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to abandon Barbieland all together. He knew it was wrong.

And then he helped the Barbies get themselves back. He had a pink jumpsuit and sunglasses and went out all stealthy to get the Barbies in the van. He even voted at the end to keep the constitution the way it was.

Big Allan fan over here.

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Summary: Clark needs some air after a disastrous Daily Planet newsroom meeting and to his horror, his coworker/rival/friend(?) Lois Lane walks in on him on the rooftop crying. However, she has some words of comfort and something of her own to reveal. Or, the one where the writer explores (or at least, attempts to explore) the theme of xenophobia through outwardly alien Superman and black!Lois Lane.

[umuulandito]

for me, the way i viewed the conversation between the old woman and barbie on the bench is also a matter of confidence.

when you compare the barbies in barbieland and the old woman on the bench, they practically say the same thing ("i'm beautiful") but their confidence and the core and roots behind it is so different.

the barbies in barbieland are confident out of ignorant, they have nothing to not be confident about. they're made of plastic, they have no cellulite, no private parts; it's always perfect in barbieland, so their hair is always perfect, their clothes, their shoes, everything is perfect. there's no bad day, no prejudice, no standards that you can't be part of in barbieland. so when the barbies say "i'm beautiful", they say it because they're ignorant. the core of their confidence is ignorance.

but when the old woman responds to barbie with "i know" to the "you're beautiful" comment, the confidence she has has a completely different core than the barbies. the old woman is the antithesis of everything you should be in barbieland. she's old, she has wrinkles, crow's feet, white hair, no hair. she has all of these qualities that our society will say is not beautiful, is ugly that these are things you avoid with skincare, retinol, botox all these things. the old woman lives in a society where the mass will not view her as beautiful.

and yet she's still confident, she still says "i know" because despite what everyone says, what all the standards are, she knows she's beautiful. thousands of people can disagree and say she's not, it won't matter because she knows she is. the old woman is confident despite knowing.

[spacejellyfish3]

I believe in the almighty power of BARBIE (2023)!!!!

[free-for-all-fics]

Ryan Gosling/Beach Ken and maybe Simu Liu/Tourist Ken prompts. I don’t know, maybe some of these can be interchangeable between which Ken you want. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and I’d love to read it! 💕

1. Something similar to that scene in Toy Story 3: You’re a doll that’s one of Barbie’s friends. You’re not named Barbie, but have your own name. You don’t have a Dreamhouse like the Barbies but your place is cozy enough and you like it, having given it your own personal touch. You’ve had an unrequited love for Beach Ken but can’t compete with how perfect Stereotypical Barbie is. Besides, Ken is usually stuck to her side like glue. Wherever she goes, he goes. So you keep your feelings to yourself. You’re sure Ken only sees you as a friend anyway. But while Barbie is still in the real world, you’re horrified at Ken brainwashing all your friends as he turns Barbieland into Kendom.

With Barbie gone, he turns his sights towards you and keeps you for himself, wanting to make you either his bride-wife or long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend. The choice is yours, but you’re not leaving his sight until you decide. He keeps you confined in Barbie’s former bedroom of his now Mojo Dojo Casa House and tries to brainwash you too, but it doesn’t work because you already love him. You feel heartbroken and betrayed that he’d try to turn you into his mindless piece of arm candy or servant like he’s done to the other Barbies. You used to daydream about him finally noticing you and returning your feelings, about being wrapped up in his arms and kissed silly, but he’s becoming someone you don’t recognize and it scares you. You often lie awake while he sleeps soundly next to you in Barbie’s former bed with his arm either over your waist or behind your head. After who knows how long under house arrest, you break down and have a panic attack.

“I can’t take it here, Ken! I’ve always wanted to live together but not like this! You were wrong about me, about what I wanted. I do want to be with you, Ken, I do! Just please take me away from this, take me away!”

Your crying and hyperventilating makes him feel things he’s never experienced before. What is this pain in his chest? Is this…remorse? Guilt? He doesn’t like these feelings and wants them to go away. He wants to see you smile again. When was the last time you smiled? He’s horrified when he realizes he can’t remember. He holds you and caresses your hair as you sob, even as you try to struggle out from his grip and push him away or beat your hands on his chest in frustration. He’s begging you to breathe and cease your tears. As he tries to talk you down from your panic attack, he realizes what a mistake he’s made. Let him earn your forgiveness. Give him a chance to fix this. What can he do? Please, just tell him what to do to make it all better, to make you happy. All he’s wanted is love, he’s just been too foolish and focused on Barbie to see you were always there, already giving it to him. He was seeing things through tunnel vision but he can see more clearly now.

2. Write something for the Ken of your choosing with the Toy Story 3 quote, “She’s a Barbie doll, Ken, there’s a hundred million just like her!”

“Not to me there’s not.”

3. You’re a mermaid doll that Ken falls in love with. While he’s a land walker and you’re a sea princess, you make it work. He’s often carried you around bridal style to different places he wants you to see and lets you stay in his large swimming pool at his house or in the bathtub so you can spend more time together. Most often you meet at the beach during the day, but sometimes you’ve met on the beach at night after everyone else has gone to bed. You’ve spent many nights together around a nice campfire. Ken always tries to show off and impress you, and you’ve splashed him with your tail sometimes to be playful and flirty. You’ve shared kisses while going for swims together, gone on treasure hunts, etc.

4. You’re a human that Ken starts dating after the Kendom Versus Barbieland debacle. You never thought he was crazy unlike some other humans he’s met. You help him acclimate to the real world and stay by his side as he works to discover who he really is. He’s so in love with you he’s even taken you to Barbieland, regardless of what the suits at Mattel might have had to say about yet another human crossing over. What Ken was not expecting or in any way prepared for, however, was you getting sick. (Whether you’re sick while in Barbieland or the real world is up to you.) He’s unfamiliar with things like fever, headache, cough, etc. Nobody truly gets sick in Barbieland ever. They’re always cured within seconds. But this is the first time he’s seeing the full extent of sick symptoms on a human and it’s even more concerning since it’s all happening to you, the woman he loves.

He genuinely thinks you’re dying. He’s never witnessed death before and doesn’t really know what it is, but as beautiful as you are he can’t help but think you look like death itself and it terrifies him. Is it possible to die even in Barbieland? He doesn’t want to think about it. You ask him not to leave your side, but he thinks he has no other choice than to fetch Doctor Barbie. You do your best to calm him down as he begs you to hang on and wait for him until he returns. Don’t fall asleep just yet, he’s heard falling asleep can cause humans to slip into something called a coma. He’s not sure what that is either but it sounds really bad. Don’t succumb to your sickness and leave him while he’s gone. Please don’t slip away, he’ll be back with the doctor soon, he promises. He holds your hand. He kisses your forehead while he presses a cold cloth to it. Doctor Barbie uses everything at her disposal to make you feel better and Ken follows her instructions to a T. You assure Ken you’ll be fine, you just need medicine and lots of rest. Despite your many assurances, he’s still determined to watch over you 24/7 until you’re fully recovered.

5. You’re a doll and Ken dates you after working on discovering himself. What you’re not prepared for is the unexpected seasonal change in Barbieland as it turns to winter and becomes incredibly cold. It’s almost always summer here in Barbieland, but the Winter and Christmas Holiday Barbies are visiting and have brought the snow and cold with them. It’s fun for a while; You and the other Kens and Barbies experience snow for the first time and are shown how to make snow angels, snowmen, and have snowball fights.

But the cold eventually soaks through your clothes and seeps into your bones, becoming too much. So you and Ken retreat back inside and get the fireplace going. After you get changed out of your wet clothes, Ken wraps you in his mink fur coat when he realizes you’re still shivering. You’re so used to the summer sunshine weather in Barbieland that chilly winter is new for both of you, but maybe it’s not so bad if it means you and Ken can snuggle up together under the warmth of his coat and the many soft blankets while the fire in the fireplace burns. There was a special drink the Holiday Barbies gifted you too. Hot chocolate or cocoa you think it’s called?

6. You’re a Haunted Beauty Barbie like the Mistress of the Manor, Ghost Barbie, Vampire Barbie, or Zombie Barbie. Everyone else in Barbieland is either low-key or high-key scared of you and steers clear. Whenever you leave your haunted mansion or whatever you live in, none of the Barbies or Kens interact with you much if they can help it. They think you’ll put a curse on them or suck their blood or something, even though you’re actually harmless and really nice. It’s near impossible for you to make friends because of your off-putting appearance. You know you’re kinda scary looking with your gothic or Halloween style, but you don’t want to change it to suit their preference because you believe it’d be disingenuous to who you are. You’re actually kind of shy and introverted, usually sticking to reading books or making art. Beach Ken is the first person brave enough to approach you and talk to you like you’re normal. He’s nice to you and invites you to hang out with him, wanting to be your friend. Over time, you share your likes and interests with each other and your friendship becomes a romance.

Ken is happy to learn he was right about you and that you’re actually a very sweet person underneath your scary exterior. You introduce the other Kens and Barbies to things like Halloween and show them it doesn’t have to be scary, it can be cute and fun too! With things like pumpkin carving, dressing up, arts and crafts, candy, etc. One time you gave Ken a goth or Halloween makeover when he asked, since he was still trying to discover his identity at the time. He wasn’t sure if he identified with the goth or Halloween aesthetic, but he appreciated you taking the time to make him over. He really thought this new look was fun to try out! He wouldn’t mind if you gave him more makeovers in the future. You really are a pastel and goth couple and it’s adorable.

7. What if it was Ken who started having an existential crisis and dark thoughts in Barbieland because the human in the real world who was playing with his doll needed his help? He’s expecting a child, a young girl or boy with childhood trouble but is surprised when he instead realizes it’s you, an adult who’s Going Through It. When you finally meet him face to face, you can’t believe that he’s real, that he’s standing in front of you in the flesh. But only a Ken would probably wear outfits like what he has on now. It suits him though. You played with his Ken doll to escape reality for a bit and take a break from the stresses of being an adult, but it seems you’ve inadvertently poured your feelings onto him and they have seeped into his psyche. He’s experiencing new things like his eyes are leaking, he has feelings that there’s danger but no threat is in sight. What are these things and what do they mean? Crying? Anxiety? Seems like you don’t just need his help, he also needs yours.

While he’s in the real world, you take him shopping for some normal clothes, but he turns it into a modeling montage. You try to demonstrate how to eat and drink real food, but watching him reminds you of the dinner scene from Beauty and the Beast, etc. Shenanigans and Hijinks ensue and you fall in love along the way. After you show him your world, he takes you to his and gives you a grand tour of Barbieland (When Tourist Ken tries to cut in and give you the tour himself, your Ken tells him to back all the way off! You’re his girlfriend and he’s got this!) Your eyes light up in amazement much like how his did when he entered your world.

8. You’re either an equestrian in the real world or a Cowgirl Barbie with a ranch called Barbie’s Horse Adventures. Either way, you have pet horses and lots of experience working with them. You surprise Ken by bringing over 2 horses so you and he can go horseback riding. You teach him how to ride and he’s so ecstatic yet nervous because he wants to do it right. He wants the horses to like him. He feeds them treats and laughs at the feeling of their lips and big teeth against his hand. He pets their necks and helps you look after them. You go horseback riding either through beautiful forested trails or along the beach. It’s awfully romantic and Ken can’t help but lean forward in his saddle to kiss you while your horses are walking side by side. He apologizes afterwards, but you tell him you liked it. Your mutual love for horses is the starting point of a beautiful romance. He can’t let you do all the labor by yourself! He loves helping you around the ranch as a….What’s the word again? Groom? Are you married now!? Is he your groom-husband and you his bride-wife??

When your horse gets spooked and rears up on its hind legs and throws you off, Ken is immediately off his own horse and coming to your rescue. Are you ok?? Are you hurt? Let him look you over please. He’s not a doctor but he has some First Aid supplies in his saddle bag. When one of your mares gets pregnant, he’s so excited and wants to name the foal when they arrive. Both of you are by the mare’s side while she’s in labor and give her everything she needs. But for some reason, she’s suddenly not looking so well. You don't know what's wrong. It was moving along, then it just stopped.

“But her water broke, right?” Ken asks, petting your mare’s neck to comfort her.

“About ten minutes ago.”

“I think she's distracted.”

“What?”

“By that colt over there. She keeps eyeing him like she'd prefer a little privacy.” Ken is already back up on his feet, urging the colt away. “Shoo! Get out of here! Give poor mama horse a break!” He comes back to your mare’s side and resumes comforting her. “There, that's better, huh? Now you can push your little baby out with some dignity.”

“She's doing it. She's pushing. Yeah. Here we go. That's my good girl. Ok, here it comes. Well done, [horse’s name]! It's a girl/boy, just like we were hoping for, Ken! Look how cute she/he is. She's/He’s so sweet. Welcome to the world, little one. What do you want to name her/him?”

“I have to admit, I'm amazed how great you were with [mare’s name],” you later commend Ken while you’re both watching her with her new foal.

“What can I say? We totally bonded.”

Ken is so proud and encouraging when the foal tries to stand up on its long gangly legs and walk for the first hours of its life. That’s his horse, and he loves them already. They’re gonna grow big and strong under his care and he’s gonna train and ride them once they’re big enough. He’s a proud Horse Dad!

9. You’re a child doll in Barbieland, so you never age or grow up. You’re perpetually young both mentally and physically. Barbie and Ken are either like your big brother and sister or your adoptive parents. Tourist Ken is like the Cool Uncle who tries to get you to like him more than Beach Ken by bribing you with ice cream for breakfast and other fun things behind Beach Ken’s back. Beach Ken and Stereotypical Barbie are great at raising you like a sister or daughter, but there’s not really much of you to raise. You’ve never grown bigger or changed. Until the human in the real world who’s playing with you starts experiencing puberty and having the weird thoughts and feelings that go along with it.

You become self-aware that you’re not growing and have the same confusing thoughts and feelings. You’re full of questions and become self-conscious about your body. You’ve lived here for years, so why aren’t you an adult yet like most of the other Barbies and Kens? You never really thought about it before, but you want to grow up. When Barbie moves to the real world and becomes human, you go with her. When you experience growth for the first time, you’re both excited and scared as your body and personality go through constant changes. When you visit Barbieland, you’re so excited to show all the other Barbies and Kens how you’ve grown taller and updated your wardrobe, among other things.

10. You’re Stereotypical Barbie’s twin sister but you’re a Plain Jane Barbie. You’re like the Mary Bennet to her Elizabeth Bennet. You’re not conventionally pretty, you have hobbies but aren’t exactly talented at them, your social skills are weak and your flirting game/love life are nonexistent. Your sister is a girly girl and you’re a tomboy. In the real world, Mattel said something about sisters who are total opposites being more marketable and selling more toys. You have a huge crush on Beach Ken, maybe you even love him, but he’s been pining for your sister for so long you doubt he’s ever really noticed you. If there’s one thing you are good at, it’s being invisible.

He’s always tried to impress Barbie or keep her attention on him. You’re so clumsy and socially awkward in comparison to your perfect and popular sister, you can’t count the number of times you’ve fallen flat on your face or otherwise embarrassed yourself in front of the other Barbies and Kens when you’ve tried to fit in or stand out in a good way. Your attempts to embody your sister have all failed and your friend group is small or nonexistent in contrast to her large social circle. But you’re still worried about her when her feet become flat and she keeps falling over herself. You try to console her when she gets cellulite and thoughts of death. She’s always been there for you when you needed her emotional support, especially when you finally confided in her that you have a crush on someone. You weren’t brave enough to tell her who it is, but she was supportive and encouraged you to go for it anyway. She gives great pep talks, so now you’ll do the same for her.

When Ken tries to turn Barbieland into Kendom and kicks Barbie out of her Dreamhouse, he lets you stay. You’re torn between them and don’t know what to do. You’re stuck in the middle of a conflict between the man you love and the sister you love, and you don’t want to choose one side over the other. The situation is made even more uncomfortable when Ken realizes his patriarchal brainwashing didn’t work on you like it did the other Barbies. You didn’t go with him and your sister to the real world, so he eventually puts together that your immunity must be because you already love him. This is not how you wanted him to find out about your feelings, but there’s no going back now. Your secret is out in the open. What happens next?

11. You’re a doll and the kid who was playing with you leaves you unattended and at the mercy of their younger sibling(s). In the real world, the little kids color your hair a bright unnatural color with markers and/or cut it in a choppy, messy style. They scribble on your skin/face and mess with your clothes. So in Barbieland, your appearance reflects that. When Ken (and maybe Stereotypical Barbie) see what’s happened to you and what a mess you are, they come to your rescue and you’re given a luxurious makeover. Your boyfriend (and bestie Barbie) do your hair, makeup, wardrobe, etc. They give you lots of personal attention as they fix you up and get you back to your normal, beautiful self in no time.

[ghost-in-the-corner]

It was so important to have Barbie look at that woman in the bus stop and tell her she's beautiful. Cause, like Barbie herself says, she (as an idea) doesn't have an end. As Stereotypical Barbie, she's meant to be pretty and fun and that's it.

But she shows that beauty doesn't end when you get old. Aging isn't the end of your story, just another phase of it. That old woman is beautiful, and it's good that she knows it.

That's why Barbie ultimately chooses to become human. She wants to experience that new and different kind of beauty; not just her physical appearance, but that of a life well lived. She wants scars and wrinkles and cellulite. Barbie's end is that she lives as a whole narrative rather than some eternal object of visual pleasure.

[scarletmaster143]

Okay here we go

The Barbie Movie 2023: a transcendental experience

I would like to preface this by admitting that I cried essentially throughout the entire movie. I was crying in the first twenty minutes when Barbie entered the Real World and found that it was the complete opposite of BarbieLand. Several other people have made this comparison but the scene where Barbie gets catcalled and harassed on the street, where she feels too conscious about everything (the tea scene with Ruth especially) is so vital because that is how every young girl I have met has felt when they begin puberty. Ken, of course exemplifies the masculine perception, the confidence and esteem that comes with realising that "Men rule the world". The way he is not a bad character but the draw of power is so strong even for someone as "accessory" as a Ken doll and so he goes along with the patriarchal system. Barbie feeling utterly lost after learning that she has not been in fact empowering women as she had thought, rather she was a "fascist". My take is that the criticism against Barbie is valid in that there is little diversity among the dolls and yes there are certain things that can be improved upon. However it is parallel-y true that Barbie can be ANYTHING. Especially in a world where success and happiness have come to be defined by such limited criteria Barbie rightly points out that most girls are ordinary, they are not scientists or presidents or nobel prize winners, however that does not mean they are unworthy of consideration, of respect and of care.

I am unsure what is the broad internet verdict on Barbie but I do believe that the movie encapsulates a very specific feminist experience where it's not that men are at fault for everything, Ken does ultimately admit, along with the directors of Mattel, that he does not want to be in power all the time. However, Gerwig refuses to dictate how men should behave, they will have to go to the Real World themselves and figure it out. Barbie however gets to learn that just saying "I don't want anything to change" does not stop things from changing. As someone who uses the exact same phrase several times, it hit me hard when, despite her best efforts, things kept changing. The loss of control and increasing uncertainty that adulthood brings is enough to make anyone into a Depression Barbie (complete with BBC Pride and Prejudice) but Gerwig also says that just because things are changing does not mean that we are simply helpless. We have people around us, mothers and grandmothers and daughters and Weird Barbies, who are there to support us. America Ferrara's rant about how women can never be perfect or likeable is a cinematic masterpiece- it reflects the constant discourse around what it means to be a modern woman and ultimately puts forward that women can be "anything", they don't need to be only perfect- if nothing they do is perfect then there is no need to desire perfection, they can remain as they are. Sasha was a surprisingly heartwarming character, I was fully expecting her to be annoying. All the Kens were hilarious, of course, the little Sex Education cast reunion was adorable. The style of the movie may not suit everyone's taste, it is loud, over the top and camp as fuck, everything is a reference, the fourth wall is essentially non-existent. But at its core the Barbie Movie is a lesson in growing up- it is a tale of someone who has to find herself and accept herself before becoming a human. Interestingly, Barbie reflects adolescence quite literally (I was half expecting Gerwig to put in a menstruating reference, but it makes sense that she didn't, considering the no-vagina thing) and the last scene where she asks to see her gynecologist is not only symbolic of her becoming a human but also of her becoming a woman. She is a doll in the beginning like pre-adolescent girls are often called but then she goes through terrible things where she is not fully doll, but not fully human, and lastly when she has become human, shedding her doll part. Adolescent girls are rarely allowed to be anything other than perfect "dolls" even when they are having the most terrible period of their lives and Barbie's constant desire to make things return to as they were shows how she also wants to remain a doll, but once she accepts that things need to change she starts shedding her doll nature and starts becoming human. This is still a sad process but now Barbie knows (thanks to Ruth) that no matter what she will be okay as a human.

In conclusion Barbie is not a movie that is of the feminist genre, at least not to me, rather it is a coming of age story for some of the most iconic characters in pop culture.

[wordswithloveee]

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.

[marvelmaniac2000]

II Plan A & B II

Summary: Shang Chi wants one more baby, but you guys already have a “baby” together.  

Characters: Shang Chi x fem! Reader (Y/N)

Words: 1.7k

Subject: Shang Chi having a major breeding kink for you, unplanned pregnancy, unprotected sex, sexual intercourse, doggy style, sundress seasonnnnnn yall :)

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***Sorry for any MISSPELLING/GRAMMAR that I missed**

MATURE CONTENT/ +18 AUDIENCE ONLY

Side notes: I know I’ve been neglecting my man Shang Chi but here’s some late father’s day material yall…

“I’m about five minutes away” you glanced at the rear view mirror checking on your dog Willow. 

“Ok I’m outside whenever you pull up” your mom replied. You gave a sigh before hitting the end call button on your speaker phone. Man did you love your pet dearly but you need a major break to keep up with your work schedule. Shang Chi was always there to be helpful with what he could and couldn’t do, but it was the fact that he was present for it all. One of your biggest fears was being left alone with raising your family but owning a dog first was something that was like a test run for both of you. But only if you were interested in having kids one day…. 

You pulled up to your mom’s driveway and heard the jiggling collar of your white puff dog in the back seat. 

“I’m surprised you remember this place” you unbuckle your seatbelt to open the back seat door for your companion.  

“I didn’t expect to dog sit this weekend, I have a life too you know” your mom sat on the porch of the house in a chair observing you from afar.

You held onto Willow’s  leash as he climbed out of the car. 

“Well it’s only for this weekend ma it would mean lot so I can catch up on some work” you huffed. 

“I’m only giving you a hard time” she waved her hand off to you. 

You approached the porch of your mom and handed her your dog’s leash before heading off. 

“Everything should be still left over from the other bag I left you for him. His food and treats should last until Sunday.” You scurried over to walk off the porch in a hurry to enjoy some freedom. 

“Yea yea we’ll be fine.. just us two. We get along just fine” Willow watched you intensely with his ears pulled back wondering where his owner was off to. 

“Thank you, you're the best!” You waved your hand bye before backing out of the driveway. 

    You drove back home and looked at your big house of a mess. There was dirty clothes laid everywhere and dishes in the sink from this morning. Meanwhile, your boyfriend sat lazily on the sofa without a care in the world. 

 “Aren’t you supposed to be packing for the work trip with me tomorrow?” You walk in front of the tv and block his view. 

“Yep and I already did bae” he pointed to his black duffle bag in the corner of the room. 

You laugh and shake your head. “I still need to pack can you at least help straighten up the living room or the kitchen while I look for some clothes myself?”

You gave him a cheeky grin before moving to your bedroom. 

Shang Chi pulled himself off the sofa and watch you off into the hallway. He smirked looking at your bottom in those pants. 

   As you went into your room you spot your own luggage and look into the closet you had. 

“Options options..” you push your clothes back and forth looking at the same outfits you already own. But you spot a sundress in the corner of your closet that you haven’t worn yet. 

“Hmm” you pull it out and examine the fabric. You did a full turn in the mirror to visualize how it might look. A big huff escapes your mouth to try it on. 

    You weren’t sure if it fit well enough and went to ask your boyfriend. Shang Chi was located in the kitchen doing the dishes. Before you called his attention, you watch him for a quick second being grateful for the man that he was. Your head slightly leaned against the doorway softly calling his name. 

  “Hey babe” you gave a sheepish smile. Shang Chi was leaned over the sink with the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up just enough to expose his biceps. 

  “What’s up?” He rinsed off a bowl with ease. 

“Do you like this dress?” You slowly expose yourself from the corner of the hall and give a goofy pose. 

   Shang Chi gave a huge laugh before responding back. “Turn around let me see the back” he chuckled. You turned around to reveal your backside. 

“It looks nice babe, you should come a little closer so I can get a better view of it” he smirked. 

 “Why? So you can feel something?” You giggled while doing a seductive walk over to him. Shang Chi dried his hands on a towel and leaned his back against the counter. 

“Come here” he grabbed you over by the waist and roamed his hands over your ass. 

“It feels nice too” he left trails of kisses down your neck. Your face grew flush before pushing his chest back some. 

“What do you think you’re doing? We gotta pack” you brushed hands up and down his chest. 

“Yea I know but what was I supposed to do when you tease me like that?” He bent down to kiss your soft lips. You smirk into the kiss and feel yourself crumble over his roaming hands. Your hands found their way over his hair. 

   Your panties began to moisten wanting him inside you. It’s been a week since your lover attended to you, and your emotions took over forgetting how much you ache for him. 

You push past him and leaned your body against him pushing your ass on his groin. 

  Shang Chi wasted no time and eagerly pushed your sundress up. “Come onnn” you whimper with your abdomen pressed against the sink.

 “I’m right  here” huskily pulled his basketball shorts down revealing his pre cum member ready for you. His hands pulled your panties down between your thighs before pushing his dick in your slick opening. Shang Chi balanced his arm with the counter towering over your shoulder. You hook your arm around his neck blissfully taking his size inside you.

 “Fuck” Shang Chi breathed heavily on your ear pushing every inch inside of you. You got a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the kitchen window and snapped back to reality. “Wait….babe..” you moaned into his thrust. 

Shang Chi stopped. “You ok?” he asked concerned. “We forgot the condom” you whispered. 

“Trust me we don’t need it” he pulled the bra strap down of your dress and cupped your breast. 

You moan feeling his rough bare hand manhandling your chest. 

 “Fuck it” you felt his hand grab hold of your waist and thrust into you harder. You feel your slit tighten around him feeling him hit your g spot with harder thrusts. 

“Right there” you clench harder on the counter biting your lip. Shang Chi grew mesmerized watching his member push into you while wrinkling up your new dress.

“Babe please let me come inside you” Shang Chi groaned watching your ass crash into his waist.

“Whatever you want” your mind grew into a fog after hearing his deep voice. Shang Chi turned you around and ripped your panties completely off your legs. You squeal as he picked you up by your waist.

“Babe wha” you couldn’t finish before his strong arms hooked under your knees while your arms held onto his shoulder.

“Oh my god” your mouth dropped wide open, feeling him ram into you deeper. You look into his eyes pleading. Shang Chi drilled his eyes into yours feeling every inch of your wet pussy. Your thighs tremble with each stroke. The look of desperation on your cute face sprouted his cum all inside you. He gently laid you against the counter and carefully watched his cum stain around your thighs. “Where did that come from?” you lean against the counter for balance. Shang Chi searched for his shorts on the floor amused. 

 “Sundresses make me go crazy,” he smiled. 

         After the weekend passed you completely forgot about getting avplan b until one day you notice little symptoms different in your body. You look at your phone squinting in pain.

“Ughh” you rubbed your forehead looking for aspirin in a nearby draw. Shang Chi laid in bed while watching a game. “I told you to stop pushing yourself” he murmured. “I’m not I’m just getting some early period symptoms” you rolled your eyes taking the pills. “Sure” he smirked. 

  You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “I’m going to bed early” you clamped your laptop closed and snuggled close to his back. “Good night” 

  Later that night you woke up dizzy and snuck out of bed without waking Shang chi. You quietly closed the bathroom door and flicked the light on. In your pantry, you rummaged through the shelves for an emergency pregnancy test.

“I’m such an idiot,” you thought to yourself. You totally forgot to get the plan B weeks ago and now without question, you’re knocked up. 

   You took the test and sat on the toilet seat wondering what to do. With all the stress and tiredness built up inside you, this was the last thing to add to your life problems. The two lines on the test displayed with no lie in between. You took a deep breath and reluctantly snatched the test off the counter. You turn off the light and opened the bathroom door. You climbed back into bed and pulled Shang Chi’s arm back around your body. 

   “Shang Chi” you gently patted his bare chest.

“Mhmm” he responded.

“I’m pregnant” you whispered into his ear. “Oh, that’s good babe that means my plan worked” he slurred. 

“You said we were going to plan this???” your voice hitched.

“(y/n) you’re the love of my life and I won’t ever leave you. I want you to have my kids, not just our dog. We’ve been together for years now, and nobody will ever replace what we have….nobody..” he took the test out of your hands and threw it across the bed. “I love you and our future baby” he kissed the crown of your head and wrapped his arms tight around you promising to never let you go. 

[noa-nightingale]

I feel like Worth It ending should be a much bigger deal online, like the final season of Unsolved was. Not to start negativity or compare or anything like that but it’s just making me sad. :(

Hey I am sorry for the late answer, thank you for being patient with me. <3

I get that tbh. It really feels like that sometimes. Buuuuuut maybe I can add a little positivity here too. The first episode of this season (the one with Simu Liu) was trending on youtube and Steven shared that on his instagram. I am very happy that he noticed it! I hope he knows how much people appreciate Worth It.

And I just checked, that video has 1,5 million clicks by now!

There were also so many lovely comments under that episode, it honestly made me feel all emotional. People sharing their thoughts, their love, their experiences with Worth It, their appreciation, their memories, their stories.

Like... People do care! They care a lot! They care with their entire heart!

I am scared about Worth It ending. I am not strong enough tbh. And I think it will be a big deal for others as well. It is a very very beloved show, and rightfully so.

And I think the Worth It guys (plus the crew) know that.

[oceanview15]

There’s a criminally low amount of coverage on Jung and Shannon from Kim’s Connivence.

[redheadspark]

Hi! From the affectionate and affirming promt, can I request one with Shang chi? With the action look (for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them), using the quotes “I’m not staring, I’m admiring” and “i love it when you smile at me like that.” ?

Thank you 🤍

A/N: Yay for Shang Chi! Thanks for the request, anon! I'm gonna go with the Shangi Chi x ex-widow pairing like I did before

Again

Summary: Sparring with your boyfriend was always a good way to distract yourself, or was it a good way for him?

Warnings: Just some fluff!

Sparring, in your opinion, was like a dance.

Moving on your feet so fast and quick you could barely make a sound. Your hands acted like the wind, cutting through corners and under swift gestures. You've learned how to spare when you were young and first brought into the Black Widow program. They broke you down from the start, making you start over when it came to self defense and fighting hand to hand.

So fighting was second nature to you, as well as killing. But once you were free from the Black Widow Program, with nothing or no one telling you where to go or who to kill, sparring was more like a hobby than anything. The last time you sparred with someone was with Yelena, and she was a decent partner. But sparring with Shang, that was a completely different breed. You threw him over your shoulder, feeling him fall to the ground in a grunt. You were amused, thinking he landed like a sack or potatoes. Standing over him, you peered down to see him squinting with a hint of pain and covered in sweat. "You getting soft on me?" You asked in a coy manner. He gave you a look, one of those looks that you knew you were in for a world of hurt. Within a second, he threw out his leg and made one big swipe, making you fall and land on your own back within a millisecond. You felt the ground hit your back hard, making you yelp as Shang was now the one hovering over you with his hands on his thighs and a small smirk on his own lips.

"You getting slow on me?" He countered back at you, you glaring up at him and seeing a small hint of something else in his eyes. You let out a kick, making him dodge it while you swiftly got up and squared off with him again. More punches and jabs were thrown on both sides, you two knowing each other's weaknesses and sore spots. It was fun to spare with Shang, he made it playful and light to you in comparison to the times when you used it as a practice tool. Back then it was discipline, but there with him, with someone who knew your past and knew the messy bits, it was fun and it was a stress reliever.

Finally he had an arm lock on you, making you trapped in front of him with your arm stuck in his hold. You struggled a bit, not being able to move a bit since he had you in far too tight. He's had you in his hold before, which frustrated you since you've get to figure out how to get out of it just yet. However, in this moment as Shang had you in tight, you saw him give you a small smile and a glint in his eye. "Why are you staring at me like that?" You huffed, still stuck in his arm lock and feeling a bit winded in trying to get yourself out of it. He just smiled, shrugging for a moment casually.

"I'm not staring, I'm just admiring you," he hummed, you grinning widely at him as seeing him cock his smile more in return as he spoke again, "You know, I love it when you smile at me like that."

One you felt his arm loosen a bit, you had the chance to move out of his hold quickly. But you were too caught up in his spell he had under you, the smirk he was showing and the lightness in his eyes. You just leaned in to press a quick kiss, feeling him still hold your arm but with barely any weight or resistance.

Shang brought you more joy than you ever felt in your life, much more. He never judged your past, nor has ever wanted you. Your past was your past, nothing can change it but nothing could make it worse. All you saw then was the future that was waiting for you, and Shange was right there ready to be with you for all of it.

Before he could kiss you back, you maneuvered, being quick like a whisper and suddenly out of his hold. He almost fell forward with how swift you were, standing a foot away from him in your ready stance. He then chuckled, seeing what you did. "Again," you urged, flexing your fingers again and showing you were ready. Shang just rolled his shoulders, getting his own stance at the ready and then making the first move.

The End.

[peterkmhs22]

Bikers (An original action film about a biker gang to protect the innocent/ this will be my final original film pitch, if anyone is reading this spread and share my stories with all the people you know)

Simu Liu As Anthony “Tony” Zhang (Lead/Main Character/Protagonist)

Chris Hemsworth As Edward Martins (Right hand to Tony)

Tom Ellis As James Mace (The ladies man of the group)

Ewan McGregor As Frank Hammer (Founder of the biker gang)

Brett Goldstein As Nolan Ross (Newest member of the group)

Pablo Schreiber As Hudson Thune (Traitor to the gang/ Rival to Tony)

I Hope every enjoy my stories, I wish everyone a great night and a wonderful rest of your summer. Stay safe out there and enjoy your time.

[watchtowerindistress]

we all have our secrets (5/5) - shangqi x asian!reader

Summary: The aftermath. Xialing and Y/N should stay six feet apart.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: demon blood, mention of sex, fluff, mention of sterility, angst, language, mention of violence

Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader

Author’s note: Because Shangqi decided to be a reasonable person, I had to cut this story one chapter short, since Y/N and Shangqi were supposed to be more on the outs. Forgive me for being a depressed and empty writer who is lacking the motivation to write fight scenes and stuff like that. Keep a look-out for the epilogue, it reveals some tidbits for a future project.

Reblogs and/or comments are appreciated.

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It was hard to believe that Y/N was able to fend for herself against an army of magical soul suckers. The whole fight felt like a whirlwind in her mind once the flying demon eaters breached through the gate.

At least, Xialing was fighting at her side with her rope dart while Y/N twirled her staff to eliminate as many foes as possible. If the world was ending, she couldn’t wish for a more formidable soldier next to her.

Once the cloud settled from Shangqi's ultimate power move, Y/N breathed shakily. Gory bits of demon flesh rained from the sky before there was only silence.

With her mouth open, Y/N inhaled deeply in shock, at the wet sensation dripping down her hair and face.

Before Y/N could even think about rubbing the side of her face clean, Xialing’s voice yanked her out of her internal musings, “Wow, you’re bathing in demon.”

Y/N turned her body with strained movements while her fingers were tense, afraid of the juices – ugh, even thinking it made her shudder – dripping further. And just like that, she gazed into the unmarred face of Xu Xialing. Oh, how she envied her right now.

“How come you’re—” Y/N waved her fingers in her direction to indicate Xialing's flawless self, even after a violent battle. “—not?”

Xialing shrugged, not losing another thought. “Guess I’m just lucky. I mean, you were literally under a mass of evil soul suckers.”

Y/N stretched out her arms at her sides, trying to see the humor of this situation now that everything was over. “Well, how do I look?”

Smiling indulgently, Xialing assured her with a flirty tone, “You never looked better,” before stepping towards Y/N.

She chuckled, not quite believing her. “If you say so.”

“Come here.” Xialing beckoned her with her index and middle finger on both hands, in an almost dancing motion. Despite those words, Xialing inched closer until they were barely separated by a few inches, Xialing’s soft smile met hers before her fingertips cleaned the residual blood from her skin with a light touch. “You did marvelous out there.”

Y/N gazed into her brown eyes. “Right back at you. Especially that thing you did with your rope dart?”

“You mean when I hit several in the sky at once? It felt spectacular.”

Y/N tilted her head and gazed at her in fascination. “Speaking of the sky, what is it like to ride a dragon by the way?”

Xialing exhaled a dreamy sigh with her eyes closed. “Honestly? Like pure freedom. Almost as good as sex.” At the last word, Xialing smirked wolfishly.

Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes at Xialing’s aggressive flirt game. “Xialing,” she admonished her with a gravelly grunt.

“Y/N!”

Y/N jumped when she heard Shangqi call out, while feeling Xialing’s fingers linger around her cheeks. Y/N turned her head to glance behind her in anticipation.

Shangqi rushed through the frenzy of the battlefield, as if he was desperately looking for something. The next thing Y/N noticed was his messy hair and a smear of blood against his cheek. Shangqi held his hands to his mouth into an echoing gesture. “Y/N!”

Y/N felt frozen to the spot when Shangqi's brown-eyed gaze stared right at her.

Xialing sighed behind her. “Ever so dramatic.”

Y/N barely registered Xialing’s words when she slowly walked towards him.

Shangqi rushed towards her to close the distance between them.

Getting ready to hug him, surprise filled Y/N at seeing his clenched jaw and the determination on his face. Not knowing what was running through his head.

Shangqi was standing a few feet away from her when, out of nowhere, he pressed his lips against hers with fervor.

Y/N gasped in shock when she felt him cover her cheeks with his hands. It's been far too long since Shangqi kissed her, so she needed some time to react before she lifted her hands until they covered his hands.

Shangqi grunted low in his throat. Inhaling her scent deeply, he pecked her lips not once - but twice - before he nestled his lips against Y/N’s neck and breathed her in. “For a few seconds, the thought hit me that I could have lost you.”

Y/N stroked the back of his head in comfort. “What a horrible way to go. Defeated by flying demons? I’m just glad you’re still alive.”

Y/N slowly lifted Shangqi's lowered head until she could finally look into his eyes again. And seeing the naked vulnerability in them.

Shangqi opened his mouth and the next words coming out of them made Y/N groan out loud, “And you look horrible.”

“God, Yelena. Can’t you just be serious for once?”

Yelena’s green eyes sparkled with mischief. “I am. You’re telling me you were in some magical pocket dimension, fighting dragon demons, utterly drenched in their guts and Shaun – sorry – Shangqi just thought to himself how you looked absolutely perfect?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes before she paused with mistrust lingering in the air. “That name really flowed from your lips, Yelena.”

Yelena pressed her lips together before her expression shifted into an unabashed smirk. “You caught that, didn’t you?” She carelessly shrugged her shoulders. “My background checks are always very thorough. Besides, it wasn’t my secret to tell. I’m not one for drama, you know me.”

While staring at Yelena without blinking, Y/N reached for the straw in her drink sitting on the table between them, as she drank slowly with all the time in the world.

Finally, Yelena yielded when she rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Believe it or not, I didn’t want to spoil the budding romance between you two.” She internally groaned at the lovey-dovey word. “Young love, whatever you want to call it. Why didn’t you do a background check on him before?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Sounds romantic.”

“I mean, he could’ve been a HYDRA defector, or something.”

Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the thought. “Don’t ruin my appetite.”

Yelena took a bite out of her omelet. “So, you just … left?” she inquired before snapping her fingers. “Just like that? No goodbye, no nothing? That’s cold, Y/L/N, even for me.”

A sigh left Y/N at the mention as she leaned back in her seat. “It felt wrong to stay. Everyone was saying their farewell to the people they lost. I felt like an imposter, like I didn’t belong there.”

“I understand.” Yelena nodded and gazed at her thoughtfully. “How was it like? Ta Lo, I mean? Being at such a fantastical place. It sounds almost too good to be true.”

Y/N smiled fondly, remembering all the otherworldly creatures. “Like a world filled with Pokémon.”

Yelena groaned with envy. “Next time, don’t tell me to run. You’re not mad at me that I just left, right?”

Y/N waved her hand. “No hard feelings. Besides, I wanted you to.”

“I kept calling your phone,” Yelena half-explained and half-scolded as a reminder.

“I know,” Y/N assured her, remembering the list of missed calls once she finally crossed that portal back into the real world.

“In that pocket dimension, cell service didn’t seem to be a possibility.” She tilted her head in curiosity once she saw the pondering expression on Yelena’s face. “What’s on your mind?”

“That it sounds too fantastical to be true. Like this is some elaborate story as an excuse why you didn’t pick up your phone.”

~ Yelena POV ~

“Speaking of picking up your phone,” Yelena added, “I need to call someone. I’ll be right back. You should try the Screwdriver. I hear it’s spectacular at this place.” She pointed towards the aforementioned glass.

“If you say so. Hurry before I drink you dry.”

Yelena chuckled dryly. “I know I said it, but I might have to kill you, if there’s barely any left for me.”

Both joined in empty laughter which bordered on malicious.

With a smirk on her face, Y/N whispered, “Hurry then.” She gulped down half a glass without flinching.

Turning around, Yelena wiped the smirk from her lips, knowing how much Y/N wouldn't back down from a challenge - they both were the same in that regard - and counted on it. She walked in heeled boots towards the street corner which would overlook Y/N in the mirrored window. Yelena's time frame was very limited if she had to guess. She pressed the digits to call a certain someone before she held the device to her ear. “I hear you’re looking for someone.”

“Wh – Who’s this?”

“A concerned friend.”

“You mean a concerned friend who’s trying to sound ominous? Then yes, you certainly got that covered. Stop trying to sound like a blackmailer and tell me what you want.”

Yelena sighed deeply. This was proving to be harder than she initially thought. Eyeing Y/N in the reflection who scarfed down Yelena’s half-eaten omelet, her body almost attacked out of reflex before she thought better of it.

Time was of the essence.

“I hear you’re my sestra’s boyfriend – or lover – whatever you want to call yourself.”

“Don’t—” A sigh left Shangqi. “She never mentioned a sister.”

“Just like you never mentioned your past life? It’s not on me to judge.”

Silence lingered on the other end. “You’re a Black Widow, aren’t you?”

“Oh my, you’re smarter than I gave you credit for.”

Shangqi fell silent. “Uh, that didn’t sound like a compliment.”

Yelena ignored what he said. “You’re in luck because I’m in a giving mood, not to mention I want the best for my sestra. Are you intending to make an honest woman out of Y/N?”

“Uh…”

Yelena snorted with laughter. “I’m kidding. I don’t expect a proposal. I’ll text you a location. You’d better show up in the next five minutes, or you’ll get a very drunk Y/N.”

“What?”

“Bye.” Yelena turned around and glanced at Y/N from under her eyelashes while she sent Shangqi a text with the address to meet.

~Y/N POV~

Yelena stepped back to their outdoor table. “I’m back.” With a smile, she glanced at her plate. “Oh, naughty.” Yelena leaned forward and haphazardly cut into her omelet with a fork, trying the egg herself.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “What is with you?”

Yelena chewed slowly. “What do you mean?”

“All of this. Why are you being … nice? I mean, you’re letting me share your food.”

“All of this. Why are you being … nice? I mean, you’re letting me share your food.”

“We ordered almost a whole buffet.” Yelena widened her arms.

Blinking slowly, Y/N paused in thought before she lost the alcoholic buzz all of a sudden.

“You don’t share food. Ever,” she spoke monotonously.

Yelena supported her chin on her chin as she leaned forward in fascination. “Careful, your paranoia is showing.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. And with that, the Black Widow’s deflection tactics confirmed her suspicions. Y/N debated with herself what the catch was – there was no sniper on the roof. Perhaps the food was poisoned – it certainly seemed like a Widow’s style, although Yelena was more direct. She was more known for the straightforward knife at the front. Maybe she was trying to sell her out to some intelligence agency.

That had to be it. Keeping her breathing in check as not to arouse suspicion, Y/N realized that both hadn’t talked – only participated in this silent staring contest before fake chuckles left her.

Yelena didn't waste time in joining in and probably knowing how awkward this situation felt.

Y/N tilted her head in silent question when Yelena glanced to the right over her shoulder.

“Okay, I’m here now.”

Y/N turned in her seat with a bewildered expression on her face as she saw an out-of-breath Shangqi appear from behind her, wearing his signature red bomber jacket.

“What?” Y/N faced Yelena again in shock.

Yelena exhaled heavily. “Thank God. I didn’t know how long I could hold her off.”

“That was your secret? I thought you wanted to trade me to some HYDRA subdivision, or something.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “As if. We’re sisters. Bound by something greater than blood. I don’t betray my family.” Standing up, she added in a jovial tone, “Well, I’m out.”

Y/N exhaled heavily, “Thanks a lot.” She sank into her seat, knowing there was no way out of this situation now.

Yelena sent her a saucy smirk over her shoulder while holding her handbag in a clenched fist. “You’re welcome, malenʹkij pauk. [little spider] Love you.”

Y/N took measured breaths in and out through her mouth. Her trepidation-filled eyes caught Shangqi slowly taking over the vacant seat which Yelena had occupied.

Trying to find the right start into a conversation, Y/N started with the obvious. “So, you’ve met Yelena.”

Shangqi nodded. “She’s a delight,” he muttered under his breath with his head lowered. “I think she just insulted me over the phone actually.”

Before Y/N could sate her curiosity, Shangqi lifted his head again to reveal his expression turning earnest. “You just left. You promised me you would stay, and we’d talk. What happened?”

Y/N sighed loudly at the awkward reminder. “It felt like a personal moment,” she admitted almost reluctantly. “saying goodbye to your loved ones. I didn’t want to barge in on it. Besides, who have I lost in life? You’d need to have a family, loved ones to mourn someone. Someone to love and care about you.”

Shangqi’s shoulders slumped in relief and his Adam's Apple bobbed. A light smile lingered on his lips. “And here I thought you were trying to run. To escape our talk.”

Y/N smiled tiredly. “It’s not that. Just holding it off. What can I say? I’m a procrastinator.”

“What makes you say you didn’t have anyone? You were taken from your mother.”

“Well, she died.” It took her by surprise how quick those words passed her lips. “Normally, I’d say this to make other people uncomfortable, but not with you. She was a single mother, so the Red Room didn’t want to take any chances by getting rid of her.”

“The Russians took enough from you. Taking your mother away from you, your childhood.”

Y/N exhaled and bit her lower lip, not knowing whether and how to even open that Pandora’s Box from the past.

“Are there any other ske – I mean, secrets I should know about?”

Y/N chuckled dryly. “Nice save.”

Shangqi smirked. “I know. I’m very smooth,” he teased, straightening the non-existent wrinkles from his shoulder.

Y/N chose to indulge him. “You sure are.” She turned serious again. “I’m trying to leave all that behind. My life … hasn’t been on the straight and narrow. A lot of things I’m not proud of. I just want to be … a normal girl whose only issues are eating too much junk food and trying to keep a stable relationship.”

Sending Y/N a molten gaze that set her body ablaze, Shangqi whispered, “You’re far from normal.”

“What about you? Any sexual exploits or assassinations to talk about?”

“No, same with me. I just want to live my life. Maybe have my best girl at my side…” He gazed at her from under his eyelashes.

Y/N tilted her head and teased him playfully, “You mean Katy? Didn’t know you were into her. You really are into building a solid foundation before starting a relationship, huh?”

Shangqi vigorously shook his head while explaining, “You know what I mean. I just want you. Living our life together. No pretense. I mean if you’re into that.”

“Very much,” she admitted with a whisper. “But…” All the memories hit her at the mention of secrets, knowing the truth needed to be out in the open, without anything holding her back.

“I won’t be able to give you one of the things you want the most.”

Shangqi narrowed his eyes in expectation.

“A child,” she continued.

Shangqi’s features tightened due to the ominous and yet vague answer.

“The Red Room never saw us as girls or women. We were soldiers, or weapons. We were things and didn't matter. So, they tried to get rid of the possibility of something that belonged to us. A part of our identity.”

Y/N felt her throat drying out, with every heavy breath she had to take. “They didn’t need vulnerabilities. That our alliances would shift.”

Y/N’s body stilled. Warmth blossomed inside her once her gaze fell and lingered on Shangqi’s hand covering hers on the table.

“I’m sorry how much they took from you.”

“I know how much you love kids. And I know I can’t give that to you.” Deep regret was laced in her whispered voice, with every ounce of wishing for things to be different.

Her stomach clenched at the feel of his hand caressing hers. “I don’t care about that. I just want to be happy. With you.” Shangqi’s cheeks reddened once another thought hit him. “And we … have other ways, you know?”

As soon as the deeper meaning behind those words rang true, Y/N’s chuckles wrenched free. She tilted her head, supporting her chin on her clenched fist. “You’re something else, you know that? I mean, we’re already talking about children.”

“Well, I was always too fast for my own good.”

Her eyes glinted with mischief. “Is that supposed to sound sexual?”

“No, I – I swear, no−”

Despite his stuttering words, Y/N smiled fondly. “You’re cute.”

Shangqi exhaled the breath he was holding. “As I keep hearing, but it’s still nice to hear.”

“What do you have planned for today?”

“I don’t know. You want to get some Boba?”

“Always,” she assured him.

Six months later

~Yelena POV~

The blonde-haired woman shook her head. A smirk adorned her lips once she read the text message lighting up her screen.

“You dog,” Yelena spoke loudly and chuckled gruffly. Her eyes caught the message of her friend again and couldn’t help the mirthful shudders wrecking through her chest.

Second-best assassin: Shangqi is killing me. He’s this close to getting a dog, proposing to me, and adopting two children all in one day. He keeps talking about it. He’s not even being subtle about it. Help me!

Yelena snorted. Sarcasm was apparent in her answer when she replied in a text, “This is what you wanted, right? A dog, white picket fence … What did you do to the poor guy? He seems crazy about you.”

Second-best assassin: Poor him? Poor me. You’re supposed to tell me he’s insane and that I should drop his ass.

Yelena sighed wistfully, immersing herself into daydreams. “Gotta admit, he’s got a cute butt.”

Second-best assassin: Stop staring at my boyfriend’s – soon to be fiancé’s – butt.

“That’s the spirit,” Yelena sent back with a proud smirk. Her body stilled when the screen turned black and a call from a withheld number broke through. All the humor vanished from her face before her thumb hovered over the accept button. Her body erupted with heat as suspicion took hold of her.

With reluctant fingers, Yelena took the call as she spoke brusquely, “Who’s this and how did you get this number?”

The anonymous caller didn’t seem bothered by the tone in her voice and didn’t even miss a beat when she responded, “I’m calling on behalf of a mutual friend.”

Yelena furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t have friends. There are only allies or enemies.”

The mysterious woman chuckled almost dryly. “So dramatic. I’m just the messenger. And is that any way to talk about your former handler?”

With her phone stilling at her ear, Yelena heart stopped beating before it almost burst through her chest. “How did you –?”

She licked her dry lips. This wasn’t possible. Her voice turned hoarse, betraying her true feelings when Yelena muttered under her breath, “Tatiana’s dead.”

It was true that nothing could’ve vanquished her former handler. A part of her refused to admit the alternative that something could kill the oh-so invulnerable woman, but there weren’t any other reports – even by the other Widows – to reveal her survival.

“The White Widow isn’t easy to kill. And she doesn’t go by that name anymore−”

Her right eye twitched with the budding foreplay. “Why are you calling me?”

“My employer heard you’ve been building an army.”

“I’ve been freeing Widows. I’m not doing it for self-gain,” Yelena corrected the anonymous one vehemently, feeling personally attacked by the arrogance in her robotic voice.

Yelena could basically sense the smirk on the stranger’s face. This was mere seconds before the woman chuckled low in her throat. “What a pity.”

“What do you want? Why wouldn't … the White Widow contact me herself?”

She chose her next words carefully. “My employer has other things to deal with at the moment.”

Yelena frowned in confusion at the peculiar phrasing. Way to sound mysterious. “Such as?” she questioned while tapping her foot impatiently.

“There’s a situation that would demand your immediate attention.”

“I refuse to work for anybody else. The last time I was screwed over, and I’m over that.”

“This involves the well-being of all the remaining Widows.”

This woman was starting to piss her off. Fury bubbled to the surface from the vague words. “Stop talking about them like a fucking robot. Besides, how am I supposed to believe you’re telling the truth? That you’re really working for … Tatiana?”

Silence echoed on the other end for about ten seconds. The longer it remained quiet, Yelena’s heartbeat pulsated in her chest.

“The White Widow was your main handler and she basically raised you.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Please, I bet that’s in one of my censored files.”

“When you were a student in the Red Room Academy, the White Widow would break your hand every time you’d fail. You think she did that to punish you for your failures, but in truth she wanted to strengthen your bones.”

Yelena opened her mouth several times before closing it again, feeling speechless at the memory resurfacing. Remembering all the times when Tatiana would break her bones in an almost clinical way, knowing exactly which spot to hit. Remembering her handler’s mask slipping and acknowledging it for one of the only moments of humanity in that godforsaken place.

Almost numb, Yelena whispered, “Where does she want me?”

“You’ll receive word soon. We want you to be ready. If you truly care about the Black Widows staying safe,” she paused with lingering silence before confessing, “And she goes by Talia now.”

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@magickedhat // for simus <3

“bit of an odd one, aren’t you?” delwyn raised a paw, as though intending to bat at the other’s ears. it was terribly tempting. amusement laced the cat’s tone as he added, “is that your natural fur color?”

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Y’all I know I literally started my 1,000 Followers Celebration in March, but I’m going to work on trying to finish those requests because I still have a handful of them to do.

I had gotten really busy with finishing my last semester of college and then taking a personal break, but I’m back to writing and want to finish them.

Thank you to everyone who was following me then and are following me now! 💙 I appreciate all of you so much!