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11. running hands through their hair with Druig. I miss that man lol

A/N - YAY STELLA! I do like this for our boy! Thanks for requesting this, bestie!

Touch

Summary - Who knew a simple touch of your fingers would bring the Mind Control to his knees.

Warnings - just fluff :)

You knocked a few times before you pressed your ear against the door, hearing nothing but snoring on the other side.

“I’m telling you, he can sleep through a hurricane if you let him,” Thena hummed as she walked past you and down the hall to the Meeting Room, you grinning as she looked over her shoulder at you with a wink in her eye. Still, you checked your watch and saw it was way past his time to be awake and help with the chores around the Domo. If he were to sleep in for a few meow minutes, you knew Makkari would rip him a new one.

Pushing the door open slightly, it slid to the side for you as you poked your head into the dark room. The stars that were passing by seemed to be the only source of light in the room, the dark covers on the bed were evidently bunched around a pale body as the soft humming of Eternal Energy that seemed to float in all of the ship was mixed in with the sound of soft snoring.

You smiled, knowing that if Druig was snoring, he was in deep sleep.

As you walked over to be perched on the side of the bed, you saw his brown mop of hair against the black. Pillow and his face squished into the pillow. His bare back was evident, pale against the dark sheet with small evident scars from the fight on the beach two days before. You looked at the slashes along his backside and arms, the armor still keeping him alive and yet not strong enough to leave being the evidence of assault that he endured from Ikaris.

Your fingers were moving over to hover over his skin, not touching his skin to wake him just yet but simply feeling the body heat that was radiating was almost like a heater. Yet you found the one place where you knew would bring Druig to his knees and make him reset in his own mind.

Your fingers in his hair.

For as long as you knew Druig and fell into a relationship with him, running your fingers in his hair was something that always took out the bravado in him and made him beyond vulnerable. He always stood tall, even should the calmer side and any of his insecurities or pains. Perhaps he made him look aloof at times, or even stand-offish, but he meant well. He had to always stay a step ahead of others since he controlled the minds of others around him.

But there was always tension in his shoulders, along his spine, and even knitted in his brows when the day would be long or stressful. You could tell he needed to simply be at peace within his mind and to unwind, and you thought at one moment to run your fingers in his hair at one time when you two were hugging one another in the hallway of the Domo.

Without even thinking about it, you rang your fingers in his hair as he hugged you close, you feeling him shiver against your hold. You thought you pushed it a bit too far, only thinking of giving him some kind of comfort as Druig pulled away and stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips. Something in his blue eyes made you lose your train of thought.

“I’m sorry—“ You were about to apologize to him since it felt like you overstepped by touching him and his hair. But he shut you up instantly as he kissed you passionately, you falling against him as he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again and again away from prying eyes.

The rest was history.

It was now you own hidden secret that you kept from others, something you had no problem in hiding it within yourself. Having Druig as your better half seemed too good to be true, almost like the missing puzzle you were looking for all the time you were on Earth. But he snuck into your heart easily, swiftly, all from you simply running your fingers in his hair to bring him calm and ease. And since you then knew he liked the touch of your fingers along his scalp, you would do it anytime you could. Not in front of the others, but when it was just the pair of you.

You rang your fingers in his hair to fish out the sand and rock rubble that was buried in his locks after a Nast fight against a Deviant. You dug your fingers into his locks when he would make love to you and bring you to new heights in your shared bed. You massaged his scalp when he was in tears and hugged you tightly, watching humans hurt one another with no way of stopping it himself.

It brought him comfort, it brought him peace, and most importantly, it brought him home.

Once again, you touched his locks delicately and in a soothing rhythm as he hummed and mumbled in his sleep.

“Druig, it’s time to wake up, darling,” You whispered to him, touching his hair again and then massaging his scalp soothingly as he grumbled.

“What time is it?” He asked groggily, you chuckled as you leaned over to press light kisses along his cheeks and then on the tip of his nose.

“Time for you to wake before Makkari finds you slacking in your chores,” You reminded him, seeing him crack a smile at the mention of his best friend with his eyes still closed. He finally cracked open one eye, and you saw the rare blue orb he had as he blinked twice while adjusting to the darkness of the room. It made your inside warm from the sight, seeing how restful he seemed to be for the first time in some time.

Being in the jungle together for 500 years running a village, trying to save the world from a near Emergence, and fighting Ikaris to the point of death. You knew Druig carried plenty of weight on his shoulders for some time with no remorse, Now he had nothing else to carry, nothing else to fret over, and it was clearly seen in how he would sleep like the dead.

You moved to lay next to him on the bed, nose to nose with him as he wrapped a bare arm around you to tuck you in close. You breathed in his scent and watched the small moles along his skin and the bright blues in his eyes.

“You’ve rested well,” You commented, seeing him smile at you from his spot against the pillow, “I think rest suits you well, darling,”

“Thanks to you,” he mentioned with his head nodding in your direction, “I’m in good health now thanks to your healing hands on me,”

“Cocky,” You teased, though he rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his side. His stare never left you as you were both entangled with one another on the bed, the humming of the Domo still going on in the room. You both would wake up like this in the past, from being in this room so long ago together in your earlier years as a couple, to the small yet comfortable bed you had together in your shack back in the Amazon. Yet it was the best way to wake up or fall asleep: with Druig.

“You’re well though, right?” You asked him, seeing him search your eyes and hear the hesitance in your voice. He nodded, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose as his fingers were running up and down your arms and sides.

“I’m right here breathin’,” He reassured you calmly, you knowing it was true and he was never one to hide anything from you, “I have you to thank for that, sweetheart. Though we both know Ikaris can’t hold a point against me,”

“Druig,” you light warned him, not wishing to think of this as a light moment but as something that was nestled deep inside of you that made you worry for him.

“I’m fine, I promise,” He swore to you as he knew you wouldn’t budge when it came to him, “You’ve taken care of me all this time since we’ve been together, I won’t find the right words to think you,”

“No need,” You hummed, moving your fingers up to run into his hair again. He was melting at the feeling, almost like a cat purring. To think that the mind-controlling Eternal who had walls up all the time would let those walls crumble from a simple touch of your fingers. It was both entrancing and therapeutic at the same time to both Druig and yourself.

“You keeping doin’ that, I’ll fall asleep again,” He mumbled, curling into you a bit more as a blissed-out look was on his face. You giggled, attempting to move your finger out of his hair just to see his reaction. He huffed grasping your wrist as you laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned lightly, the pair of your laughing in your room.

The End

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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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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!”

————

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.”

————

“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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