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Hey! I'm new here, and gotta say I really like your writing.

Like, A LOT.

Don't know if you're taking any request, and this may be dumb either way. But this idea has been stuck in my mind and I just know how cliché it is, but what if Reader was a fan of Chris and they happen to go to the same bar and he hears when she's talking to her friends about how much she likes him and they start joking around like

You know what would look good on those shoulders?

Yeah, my legs.

Like I would just love to see his reaction to her saying how horny she is for him.

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request | Don't know if you're taking any request, and this may be dumb either way. But this idea has been stuck in my mind and I just know how cliché it is, but what if Reader was a fan of Chris and they happen to go to the same bar and he hears when she's talking to her friends about how much she likes him and they start joking around like You know what would look good on those shoulders? Yeah, my legs. Like I would just love to see his reaction to her saying how horny she is for him.

summary | you can’t help but thirst over your favorite celebrity. chris can’t help but make your dreams come true

warnings | smut, minors DNI, tipsy sex, hookup, chris cums on the reader, unprotected sex (which you should not do w/ hookups), embarrassment

authors’s note | this might be the most fun I’ve had writing, sorry it took so long! seriously, this has been one of my fav requests.

requests are still open, so feel free to request! (rules listed here)

“Oh, fuck, marry, kill, let’s play!”

“Okay, okay, uh, Henry Cavill, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Robert Downey Jr,” You offered to your group of friends. The table was surround with five girls including yourself. You were celebrating your friend’s birthday at your favorite bar.

“Wait, that sounds like you want us to tell you our favorite Sherlock Holmes,” your best friend chuckles, but I guess Fuck Henry, cause he’s wow...uh, Marry RDJ because he’s Tony fucking Stark and I would probably kill Benedict even though he’s awesome.”

“Oh I got one for Y/N,” Your other friend squealed.”Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, and Chris Pratt.”

“Nooo, don’t make me choose!”

“You have to!”

“Can I just fuck, marry, and kiss Chris Evans?” You laughed,”Forget the other two, I want Captain America!”

Chris could help but smirk at that, making his ego inflate. He had been listening for while from the bar, your table nearby enough so he listen to the interesting conversation.

What had drawn him to the table had been you. You in your tight top and infectious smile. You were glowing in the light of the bar. Oh, your voice was angelic and he wanted to know how you sounded when you moaned.

Chris really wanted to get to know you when you talked about your job and the passion you had for helping people. But really got to him is when you started talking about him.

“That’s not the game, Y/N!” Your friend told you.

“Have you seen Chris Evans?” You told her,”Trust me, you won’t want anyone else but him, he looks like he knows his way around in bed.”

“Oh for sure,” another friend interjected,”Those biceps are enough to get me going.”

“He’s so big, I want him to pin me against a wall and just...”

“Oh we get it!” Your best friend laughed.

“I’m sorry, but he does things to me, those biceps, his broad shoulders, I would do anything that man said.” You admitted.

“You know what would look good on those shoulders?” Your friend asked with a smirk, and you know exactly what she’s about to say.

You giggled, taking a sip of your margarita as your friends lean in to hear you.”Yeah, my legs.”

Chris thinks he might combust right there, whether it be from shame or want. He couldn’t help but glance over at you, admiring how beautiful you were. Yeah, your legs would look good on his shoulders and suddenly, that’s all he wanted.

That when Chris formulated a plan, just listening to how aroused you seemed to get as you talked about him.

“Do you remember that scene in Civil War? When he pulls the helicopter—“

“Oh my god, yes, his biceps, oh my god,” You practically moaned before taking another drink of your water. You had switched to water about an hour ago.

“He really gets you going, doesn’t he, Y/N?” Your friend teased,”Bet you’re gonna go home and get that pink vibe out, yeah?”

“Shut up!” You laughed.

“Speaking of home, it’s about time to head back. You wanna stay with us tonight?” Your best friend asked.

“Oh no, I’ve got brunch in the morning with my boss,”You lied. Honestly, you just didn’t want to go over there. You wanted to have your morning to yourself and you knew your friends would want to go out shopping the next day or go to breakfast.

They all hugged you before they left. You had waved them off, assuring them you’d order an Uber after you settled your tab. You managed to get the bartender’s attention, asking for him to settle your tab. Though you didn’t drink that much, you weren’t looking forward to paying off the tab.

“Actually, your tab has been taken care of, ma’m,”The bartender told you.

“Um, what?” You asked very curiously,”By who?”

“Him, in the booth.”

You turned around and you felt your heart sink into your chest as you laid eyes upon none other than Chris Evans. The smirk on his face was unbelievably attractive and you think you might die right there. Your face got all hot, and you wanted to cover up your face in embarrassment. Clearly, he had heart your dirty comments.

You probably wouldn’t have stepped forward if he hadn’t motioned you over there, and honestly, you would probably do anything he said.

“Hi,”You managed to squeak out.

Chris grinned at you, his ego more than inflated by how flustered he made you.

“You always go to bars and talk about men you don’t know?” He asked, wanting to see you squirm.

“Uh...well, I don’t usually come to bars, so no?”You bit down on your lip nervously. You felt like you were about to be scolded.

“No need to be embarrassed,”He assured you, standing up from the booth. Chris towerd over you, stepping ridiculously close.”What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered

“Well, Y/N, I think you’re right,”He whispered, bringing his hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“What?”

“Those pretty legs of yours would look fantastic on my shoulders, but...there’s only way to really find out.”

Your cheeks heat up like never before, and you feel like your body is on fire as you look down. You can feel the wetness starting to pool in your lace panties. You thanked the universe you wore your prettiest set of undergarments tonight.

You feel his finger hook under your chin to make you look up at him,”So what do you say? Wanna try that out, hm?”

“Yes,”You gasped just before Chris leaned down, connecting his lips against yours. You can taste the beers on his breath, but you didn’t care. You were too engrossed in his touch. His hand slid down your sides and came around to grab a full hand of your ass.

Chris swallowed all the whines that left your mouth. He carefully pulled away, playfully nipping on your bottom lip and it makes you press against him.

His phone buzzed, telling him his driver had arrived.”C’mon,”He uttered against your lips, hands on your hips as he leads you to the nice car outside.

When you get in the back seat, he pulled you into his lap. His hands run up your bare thighs and under the short skirt.

“Think you can be quiet?”Chris whispered against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded until he squeeze your hips,”Yes,” You told him and then his lips were on yours once again. His tongue swirled around yours as he invaded your mouth. He invaded you completely, your senses were devoured by him. He smelled so good, like lilac and sage. You could get lost in his kiss, in him for hours.

Chris’ fingers danced over your thighs until his digits were slipping past your wet folds. You moan out as two fingers tease your sensitive bud. With an arch in your back, Chris groans as you roll your hips against him.

“Been dreaming about this, hm?”Chris almost taunted, his lips trailing down your jaw and took his time to pull those whines from your lips.

You ached with pleasure, grinding your hips down against him and he tutted at you.

“Patience, baby,”He told you, adding just a little more pressure against your clit as he circled around it.

“I want you,”You whimpered.

“I know you do,” Chris rasped,”First you’re gonna cum for me, right here, like naughty girl you are.”

Chris rubbed you intensely, making your thighs tremble over his, your hands go to his shoulders to find something grip onto as pleasure rips through you.

“Chris,” You moaned, head falling on his shoulder as you heave.

“Just in time,”Chris grinned almost proudly. The car stopped in front of this huge house, which you assumed belonged to Chris himself. He helped you out of the car and into the expensive home.

As soon as you pass the threshold, Chris slammed you against the wall. You mewl in response as he gripped your thighs and picked you up. Your hands fell to his biceps, which flexed under your weight.

You kissed down his neck, making him grunt in response. His cock was harder than ever before with how eager you were.

Chris threw you on the bed, making quick work of your clothes.”As much as I love this skirt...it’s gotta come off.” He peeled the skirt from your body to reveal the red lace you were hiding ,”Fuck, these panties, baby, it’s like you wanted to get fucked tonight.”

He kissed down your chest, down the valley of your breasts, and the your tummy. His fingers hooked in the fabric, pulling them down your pretty legs. Without any second thought, he positioned himself between your thighs.

Your back arched off the bed as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand going up to massage your tits. His mouth licked and sucked at your cunt, tongue circling over your clit. His fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing forward into the dripping wetness and making you shake under his touch.

“God, you taste as sweet as you look, baby,”He groaned, kissing thighs as his fingers rubbed your velvety walls. His tongue made contact once again, flattening it against your bud before sucking on it relentlessly.

You swear you see stars by the time he mouth brings your next orgasm around, but before you topple over the edge. He pulls away, licking his lips as he completely pulled away from you.

You cried out at the loss of his touch, wanting nothing more than to cum from his mouth.”Chris, please, please.”

Chris smirked,”You want my cock or not?” He unbuckled his belt, stripping the rest of his clothes. Your mouth fell open at the sight of his thick cock, hanging heavy in the air.

If this is a dream, you hope you never wake up.

Chris smirked down at you, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you to the end of the bed. You get flustered at how easy it is for him to manhandle you. He pulled your legs up, positioning your legs to where your calves set perfectly on his broad shoulders. Your thighs pressed against his chest as he buried his cock inside your tight pussy with a groan.

Your head leaned back, a moan escaping from your lips which now parted in bliss. You feel so fucking full and you swear this might be the best day of your life.

“I gotta say, your legs do look really good on my shoulders,” Chris huffed out, giving you just a little time to process the stretch of his cock before he drove forward again.

You cover your face at his words, not believing that this was even real until his cock prodding at that sensitive spot so deep inside of you.

Chris briefly moved his hand from your thighs to uncover your face. He wanted to see you fall apart on his cock.

“Fuck, Chris,” You moaned out, wanting to cover your face again like you were embarrassed by how good he was making you feel.

“Baby, if you don’t keep your hands away from your face, I’m gonna tie them to the bed.”

You whined at that, making his smirk even more,”So whiny, God, such a whore for me,”Chris’ fingers dug into your thighs from where he was holding you tight against him as he thrusted into your sensitive cunt.

He stilled his hips, making you whimper desperately for him to continue. Your pussy clenched around him eagerly, yearning for the release you had been denied.

“Tell me what you want,”Chris grilled your thighs tightly,”Come on, you had so much to say before, tell me, what’d you want, Y/N?”

“I want you to fuck me,” You begged, your hands going to fist the sheets as you wiggled your hips against him. He groaned in response, smacking your thigh. That only made you want him more.”Please, Chris, I want you, just fuck me, please, please, ruin me.”

That was exactly what he wanted. He thrusted forward at a harsh speed, fucking into your tight little pussy with no mercy.”You gonna cum on my cock, hm?” Chris huffed, the sound of skin smacking together echoed off the walls mixed with both of your moans and whines.

“Yes,”You cried out, eyes rolling back as your walls clung to his cock and it was almost enough to milk him dry, but he held back, waiting for you to ride your high before he spread your legs and pulled out.

Chris fisted his cock in his hand, quickly rubbing himself until he spurted cum all over your stomach. Your stomach and tits were coated in white. Chris licked his lips at the sight.

“Wanna taste...”You purred and Chris chuckled darkly, running his fingers over his mess before bring them up to your lips. You happily suck his cum off his fingers with a moan.

“You might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever come across,” Chris grinned, kissing your lips once again.”Might have to keep you around.”

“You won’t see me complaining,”You told him with grin, no longer ashamed of your actions. You wanted him, and as it turned out, he wanted you.

So, when you woke up the next day, you were surprised when Chris made you breakfast, or how he gave you his number. You were a little surprised when he called you that night, and when he stuck around in your life, you were suddenly very happy you chose to fuck, marry, and kiss Chris Evans.

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

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-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

One thing that I really, really loved about Shang Chi was the representation of what Asian families are really like— basically the concept of “tough love.”

I actually watched the film with my dad the first time and even he liked the film even though he doesn't usually like films with a lot of fiction and CGI. I kind of feel like it is because he is the kind of father that Wenwu was to some extent (he didn't train me to be an assassin but you get the point).

The film in itself was so, so relatable.

The way that Wenwu sent his men to kill Shang Chi just to test him— Asian dads expect their children to be the best— but the fact that he was right there keeping an eye on the fight tells you that he definitely wouldn't have let his son actually get hurt even if he lost.

Wenwu shunning Xialing constantly after Ying Li’s death but training Shang Chi reflects how in most Asian families, the boys are expected to be tough and the girls are expected to be quiet and demure.

Xialing teaching herself to fight better than the boys, and ‘building an empire of her own’ is pretty accurate in that girls have to work so much harder than boys and make their own future if they want to have one at all. And even after Wenwu comes to collect his children, he barely acknowledges her and that hurt me so much because of the ACCURACY. Even though she was more successful than Shang Chi, her father didn't pay any heed to her. In Asian families, it's kind of the norm for parents to expect the son to support their family and never the daughter, even if the daughter is more successful. It's a matter of pride when the son achieves something but not when the daughter does.

Even though my own family is comparatively supportive, I've also had to hear it from my parents about how I don't have to worry about having to support the family or earning enough because that's my brother's responsibility. And my brother is eight fucking years younger than me.

And like I said, my parents are pretty supportive when it comes to studies. I guess that's just a deep rooted belief that's not going away anytime soon.

Then there's that scene where young Shang Chi is practising his punches, his knuckles are bleeding and Wenwu notices that and tells him to stop. Then he even cleans his son's cuts himself. This scene shows you that he does love his son and that he's not just some sadist or anything who loves to torture his child.

It's also one of my favourite scenes in the film because of this reason. It established Wenwu as a grey character and not just as a villain. He wasn't the best father, but he was a father to Shang Chi, he did love his children.

There's rarely an open display of affection from parents to children in Asian families. Especially not from fathers. But that doesn't mean that they don't love you. My father has never even hugged me once, unless it was for a photograph or something. He never ever praised me for scoring well in my exams but when I didn't score that well, he would criticize me endlessly. That sounds harsh, but I do know he's proud of me. He'll say that to others but never in front of me. He'll buy me stuff that I want but also keep comparing me to others. He is barely aware of what's happening in my life, what my interests are. He wants me to do what he wants me to do in life, and fulfill his dreams more than he wants me to fulfill my own. Even though I'm an adult, I'm supposed to live by his rules. But whenever I get even just a bit sick, he gets so worried and treats me like a baby. Just because he doesn't seem to care doesn't mean he doesn't actually care. And that's the deal with most Asian parents.

They will push you and keep pushing you to the edge but pull you back just before you break.

Just like Wenwu did in that scene. He kept making Shang Chi practise, but stopped him when he was bleeding.

And then there's the fact that Wenwu had a bad temper which is so typical of Asian dads lmao

They do and say things in their anger that they regret later but they also don't know how to apologise, so they just start treating you nice.

In the final battle, when he's fighting his son, he literally shows no mercy. But you just know that Wenwu is confident that his son won't get killed. And in case he did, Wenwu would never ever have forgiven himself for what he did in his rage.

Asian parents can't stand it if you dare speak up against them. But they have the right to say whatever they want to you and blame you irrationally. Wenwu blames his son for Ying Li’s death even though he was just a child because he's blinded by grief. He doesn't see any reason why his wife had to die and so he blamed his own son. When Shang Chi tells him that he wasn't there for them, you see him start to understand his feelings. But when he says that his mother wouldn't want him anymore because of who he's become, he gets pissed. Because how dare his son say something like that to him.

Even after he blasts Shang Chi into the lake, you see him contemplating whether he should save him or not but then he hears Ying Li’s voice and decides to rescue her first.

When the monster is freed though, Wenwu doesn't hesitate even a second to save his son. And then he gives him the rings. I suppose it was his way of apologising for the mess he realised he had made when he saw that he was truly just imagining Ying Li’s voice to be calling to him, that she was no more, that he hadn't been there for his children when they needed him and that he had unleashed a soul sucking monster on top of that. Asian dads don't know how to apologise.

When the Dweller in Darkness is sucking his soul, Wenwu’s last memory is of Shang Chi as a baby. And that's so important because no matter how old you are, Asian parents will always see you as a child.

And after his father dies, Shang Chi is distraught inspite of all their misunderstandings and even though his father traumatized him for so many years of his life.

And I swear that's exactly what your relationship with your parents is like in an Asian family. You may disagree with them four times a day, have a huge argument twice a week. But in the end, there's love even if it is rarely expressed and buried under all those strict commands and stern glances.

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