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currently writing for the pitt's Jack Abbot n John Shen it might take a while for me to take request, but don't worry, my inbox is always open!!

about me : 23, Indonesian, English is not my first language, so pls bear with me through grammatical incorrectness (fuck AI let's embrace mistakes)

you can find my writings below the cut :)

My Writings:

Jack Abbot

Hints ( 4 times Shen hinted Jack about you, only for you to beat him to it.)

To be loved is to be changed. (3 ways you changed Jack, and one time Jack changed you.)

The car love shop. (Jack Abbot x fem!mechanic!reader) pt.2

The love he deserves. (Jack contemplates love, dw dw you're there to convince him that he is loved)

You're gonna live forever in me. (Just angst)

seven months (jack gets to know Robby's neighbor)

seven years (whitaker learns about you and Jack in a post-shift ritual)

Thinking about Jack Abbot pt.1 pt.2

Jack abbot the type of guy to

Jack Abbot who says he's not in love, but

sap (blurbs)

John Shen :

Blurbs 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Not our first kiss

Best there is

John Shen the type of guy to

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Unfortunately the pope cody that is doing it to me is s1 pope

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pictures of you.

a john shen x reader fic.

Summary: just john's sweet confession as you went through his old picture.

Warnings: ok ngl this might be to ooc for him, trust me i made him too soft. But GUYYSSSS look at this picture. Ugh. And honestly this is pretty much a blanked out keyboard smash after I discovered this picture of ken:)

"Is that your way of telling me i'm ugly now?!?!" He whines, taking the picture from your hands.

You laugh, your head knocking his shoulder as you try to take the picture from his hand to get a better look at it again.

His sister had just sent him a package full of old pictures that he thought was lost during the time his parents moved out.

So here you are, his childhood pictures up until he started university scattered across the coffee table, abandoning the movie you played before the doorbell rings because you couldn't wait to see just how cute he looked growing up.

Heart warming at the way John tells you stories behind each pictures, the longing look for the past gracing his eyes beautifully. Sharing soft chuckles when he somehow cringes at the memories.

The chubby cheeked baby John that made you wonder about if that's what your future son would've looked like to high school John with questionable fashion sense that made you laugh when he cringed, you noticed his smile stayed the same.

The smile that made you fall in love with him.

Poetic that your favorite thing about him is the one thing that stayed the same ever after all these years.

It was all fun and games until you stopped yourself at the last picture.

You had to physically stop yourself because he just looked so... beautiful. The wind blowing in his hair styling it perfectly, gone was the baby fat in his cheeks and the cute smile, and the facial hair that framed his face handsomely. God, You could look at this picture for hours if he'd let you.

He looked a little too out of your league for you that you didn't realize you commented about how handsome he was.

"Was" being the word that sparked his overly dramatic response.

"Ugh, don't say shit like that as if you don't know what the you now are doing to me," kissing his shoulder gently as you grin.

"No, no, you said 'was' that got some layer to it, babe." He's whining and throwing the picture into the table like a petulant child jealous of his younger self.

"are you kidding me? i tell you you're handsome every single day."

"i was skinny in that picture." he points out like that changes the argument.

"Yeah, because no one is taking care of you." you retort back.

he huffs. seeming like he doesn't have anything to say anymore.

You sit up straighter to look him right in the eyes. "Babe i'm gonna be honest and say it," you take the picture from the table again much to his dismay. "If you looked like this when we first met, I wouldn't even dared myself to like you."

"What the fuck?!?" He shrieks, his eyebrows furrowed. "This is your way of telling me i've let myself go and that you're not in love with me anymore."

"That is not what i meant and you're just twisting shit i say."

His tiny pout made you chuckle. "What? You've seen old pictures of me, tell me that it's not so crazy to think someone like this," you wave the picture in your hand and he frowns at the picture. "Would'nt even talk to someone like me."

"I mean, babe, this is like your picture back then, right? This is the type of picture that made girls line up just to get a hi from you. I wouldn't even have the balls to interact with you, let alone dare myself to have a stupid crush on you."

He pry the picture away, throwing it behind his shoulder without much thought. "that is the stupidest thing i've heard coming from you,"

"you can't tell me it's crazy for me to think that, you know."

"no, it's crazy and stupid."

The almost anger you sensed made you tone down the grin. Something tells you this was not mere jealousy over his younger self.

he fish his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before he opens his gallery. you can't see what he's looking for, only the focused furrow of his eyebrows.

He turned his phone toward you once he found what he was looking for.

There, in his phone gallery, titled with love emoji, is an entire album of your childhood pictures —the collection you showed him from back at your parents' house a few years back.

He doesn't take pictures of it carelessly; he actually spends the time to properly scan each picture with his phone so that you actually have it digitized now. not that you know it, of course.

"do you know what went through my mind the first time your mom showed me the album? Back when your dad still didn't let me sleep with you in your room?"

You shake your head so softly, trying your hardest to keep your emotions from overflowing. Eager to listen to what he has to say.

"I thought just how much I wished we'd known each other for far longer, that i wished i was there to grow up with you, to be there for every tear you shed over some stupid whatnot, to hug you every time you needed it, to tell you that i've loved you for far longer than I've known you."

"john," you call to him softly. he shakes his head gently to tell you he's not finished yet.

"I know that even if we met back in high school or even elementary," he paused a little to catch his words. "I would've fallen in love with you the same, i see every phase that you went through, listen to your stories about just how 'unlovable' you were back then, and all i can think is 'i would.' I would love you through all that."

he scrolls a little for a specific picture- the picture you once told him just how much you hated the way you looked in that year. "see this? Remember what you told me?"

you nod. tears already threatening to fall.

"i hated, hated, the way you talk about yourself when you showed me this picture, because i know if i was there during the period of time you felt that way about yourself, i would've told you that it was stupid. i would've told you just how beautiful you are, that you don't see yourself the way i do, and that i love you."

You can't hold it back anymore: the beautiful ache in your heart, the gentle way he speaks of you, the awe you have for the man beside you. The tears started to flow.

he locks his phone, scooting closer towards you to hold you in his arms.

"i love you so much that i know no matter what phases of our life that we meet each other, i would've loved you as i do now." his words turned softer against your hair. "so please, never insult the woman i love by saying she has no chance with some stupid frat-looking boy who doesn't know better, trust me when i say that that boy would've made his life straighter if he met you earlier."

he relaxed himself backward, pulling you tighter against his chest as he lets you sob happy tears. god, you love this man so much you didn't think it was possible to even be more in love than you were.

you finally speak again when the tears got easier, his hands still caressing your back softly.

"when did you?"

he smiles, pressing a gentle peck on your forehead. "That first night in your parents' house," there's a soft chuckle as he reminisces. "i couldn't sleep on the couch because i can't wrap my head around us, you know."

"why?"

"babe, the living room was filled with you and your family. i just can't believe that the girl of my dreams is letting me into her life by inviting me to the family."

"my dad liked you instantly," you replied meekly, still in disbelief from his confession. "the whole couch thingy only lasted one night,"

he chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest. "your dad caught me scanning the album, you know."

you had to lift your head a little to get a better look at him. "What?"

he nods, the corner of his lips lifting. "yeah, think it was like two? he came down to get some water, saw the flash going off where i'm supposed to sleep, so he approached me, then had some talk."

"is that why he let you sleep with me the next day?"

he shrugs. "i dunno, maybe?"

he let out a soft smile at the way your lips quirking into an earnest smile of interest. "what did you say? or was it him? What did he told you?" This was news to you. All you knew was your dad changing his mind about John sleeping on the couch, so he allowed him to sleep with you.

john's memory of that night flits through his mind. Wide-eyed, looking at your dad with his phone in hand, going through your album. Promising your dad that he'll always take care of you, telling him that he knew you were the one since the moment you met, answering your dad's question about his intention.

He shakes his head. Deciding that what happened that night was between him and your dad. he lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Nothing much, really. Just told him I love you."

you press your lips against his before dropping your head back down to his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat. "ugh you're too sweet," his chest rumbles with his chuckles, his hand holding you even tighter. "i love you too,"

With a press of his lips on your hair, he murmured, "and i won't take it for granted. forever."

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Extra:

You hear the faint sounds of him brushing his teeth, then the faucet, then something you can't quite catch. Something just a little bubbly and foamy.

Shoot.

You quickly walked over the room to the bathroom, opening the door without knocking.

There he stood, in front of the mirror, his shaving cream already slathered on his face, and the razor on his hand just a few inches away from shaving the entire thing.

"What are you doing?"

He stops his hand to turn his head. "Uh, shaving?" Moving the razor in his hand to make his point.

He smirked, full on a Cheshire cat grin because he knows where you're coming from.

"Why? You don't want me to shave?"

"I mean, it's your face,"

"Not answering my question, babe,"

You sigh, finally admitting after his stares. "Maybe, just...maybe let it grow for a few days?"

"Sure," he nods with a smile he can't help himself.

He's rinsing the cream off his face when you ask, "thought it might be harder than that,"

"Eh, doesn't really make a difference for me, i only shave this often cause someone said she doesn't like the burns."

His words somehow made you feel phantom burns on the inside of your thighs.

God, you hated that feeling but he just look so good right now.

"Maybe it'll be worth it,"

He's smiling like he just can't believe the words coming out of your mouth.

"Yeah, wanna try it out?"

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Wdyt about more tiktok trends for shen, cs i have like big chunk of ideas from my fyp that i might write

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fwb!shen x reader

wow. me?? writing shen in which he is not soft and sweet???? dis is just a blurb of an idea hehe

You're about to tip yourself from the edge of tipsiness, the chatter going around the table about “vices” making you hyper aware of the familiar heat coming from the man beside you. 

The man who, in Ellis’ words –not that she knew– is your vice. 

The thing was, you don't actually know what you were doing with John. It started with bad judgment on your side, a drunken night out ending up with a conversation about “arrangements”. 

And it worked. Worked so well that most of the time you're worried that you're crossing a line into a territory you're not ready for. 

Relationships are messy. With your coworker, that's double the mess. 

But fuck, friends with benefits doesn't quite fulfill the criteria of your thing with him. You don't get worked up over his innocent touch on the small of your back if he was just that. You don't get your heart warmed when he insists on making you come on his tongue when he's not in the mood but you are if it was “friends with benefits”. 

So like all things in your life you're not ready for, you deflect. 

“Psh, nahh,” you denied lazily, ignoring John’s hand on your thigh. “He's not my vice.” You said as your head left his shoulder. 

“Oh really?” John chimed in, turning to look at you. “you can quit him?” There's a glint in his eyes that you would find annoying if only his touch didn't turn you on. 

“Wait,” santos leaned closer. making you thankful for the reprieve from John’s stare. “I thought you have a boyfriend?” 

“Don't tell me,” Mohan grinned. “That boy is now your boyfriend,” 

Ellis snorted. “My God, if that is true, you're such a player, really. Proud of you.” 

“No i don’t have a boyfriend.” You said firmly. Despite the tiny lift on the corner of your lips. You look at Parker, “and no, i am not a player. Thank you very much.” 

“Dude, you're talking about a boy you're sleeping with, denying that it's something, all while you're snuggling up to Shen, that textbook player move right there.” 

The loudness of the bar playing in your favor act risky. Without a thought, your hand went to cup John’s crotch just to tease. You feel him straighten up a little, his hand pinching your thigh with a muttered breath of “not here.” 

You smile towards the table, not heeding his words as you pretend to be amused at what Mohan is saying. 

The tipping point of your inhibition is gone when you can feel him getting hard under your touch. 

“I mean, he's not exactly my type,” you said without thinking twice, already too gone for your own safety. 

“What even is your type?” 

The question spurred you on. You don't notice it's coming from the man beside you. “I don't know, nice? Good with me?hot? Loyal?” 

Santos grinned, catching the moment you’re stopping yourself before the haze starts to take over your mouth.  

“Go on,” she teased. “That's not all of it, we know it,” 

You sigh dreamily, too drunk with the combination of the drinks and the way John’s breathing starts to feel like something he does consciously. 

“Good with his hands. His mouth. And ugh,” 

Mohan, sweet mohan, is finding the entire scene amusing that she tipped you over. “And?” 

“Kiss my cervix.” You sighed before you can even be too embarrassed with yourself. 

There's a chorus of groans coming from Ellis and Santos, “that's gross,” 

“That sounds painful.” Santos agreed. 

“I mean, kinda,” Mohan piped in with a shrug. “But it's nice.” 

The rest of the table looks anywhere but her, collective memory of the man she's with eliciting a groan of disgust you joined in. 

“One,” santos looked at you. “I don't need to know that the boy you're doing isn't well-endowed.” She turns to look at mohan. “And two, I don't need to know that he’s hung.” She finished with a shudder. 

“We gotta stop talking about dicks before Shen here gets emasculated,” Ellis remarked. 

Oh if only you know, Parker. 

John doesn't say anything, only that his hand is inching closer inside. 

The conversation shifted, the three of them starting to gossip about Mel’s alleged boyfriend that you and John weren't in on the news. 

John leaned closer to your ear, speaking low enough not to be heard by the others. “I’d say you're describing me earlier.” 

The words made you absentmindedly scratch your nails at the head of John’s clothed cock. The action made him shudder just slightly. 

“Don't you listen to my last word?” 

His other hand enclosed the hand on his crotch, leading you silently to press further into him, the hardness of him undeniably making you wetter. 

“How do you know I haven't been holding back?” 

You snorted, grateful that the rest of them thought you're tuned into their conversation. 

You leaned closer to him, his breath touching your lips. “You? Holding back? As if.” 

There's a hungry look in his eyes you’ve grown accustomed to. The smirk he's giving you is almost sobering you up. 

He turns his head towards the table, his hands still holding yours underneath to make you press harder for a slight relief on his end.  

Without a second thought, he whispered, right beside your ear. “Ride me tonight and see just where it kiss.” 

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*sigh* not fucking chelsea....

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guys im a die hard liverpool fan for context. like ken u look nice as always but im sorry i have this condition where i look at other Premier League team jersey and i will let out a sigh.

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pictures of you.

a john shen x reader fic.

Summary: just john's sweet confession as you went through his old picture.

Warnings: ok ngl this might be to ooc for him, trust me i made him too soft. But GUYYSSSS look at this picture. Ugh. And honestly this is pretty much a blanked out keyboard smash after I discovered this picture of ken:)

"Is that your way of telling me i'm ugly now?!?!" He whines, taking the picture from your hands.

You laugh, your head knocking his shoulder as you try to take the picture from his hand to get a better look at it again.

His sister had just sent him a package full of old pictures that he thought was lost during the time his parents moved out.

So here you are, his childhood pictures up until he started university scattered across the coffee table, abandoning the movie you played before the doorbell rings because you couldn't wait to see just how cute he looked growing up.

Heart warming at the way John tells you stories behind each pictures, the longing look for the past gracing his eyes beautifully. Sharing soft chuckles when he somehow cringes at the memories.

The chubby cheeked baby John that made you wonder about if that's what your future son would've looked like to high school John with questionable fashion sense that made you laugh when he cringed, you noticed his smile stayed the same.

The smile that made you fall in love with him.

Poetic that your favorite thing about him is the one thing that stayed the same ever after all these years.

It was all fun and games until you stopped yourself at the last picture.

You had to physically stop yourself because he just looked so... beautiful. The wind blowing in his hair styling it perfectly, gone was the baby fat in his cheeks and the cute smile, and the facial hair that framed his face handsomely. God, You could look at this picture for hours if he'd let you.

He looked a little too out of your league for you that you didn't realize you commented about how handsome he was.

"Was" being the word that sparked his overly dramatic response.

"Ugh, don't say shit like that as if you don't know what the you now are doing to me," kissing his shoulder gently as you grin.

"No, no, you said 'was' that got some layer to it, babe." He's whining and throwing the picture into the table like a petulant child jealous of his younger self.

"are you kidding me? i tell you you're handsome every single day."

"i was skinny in that picture." he points out like that changes the argument.

"Yeah, because no one is taking care of you." you retort back.

he huffs. seeming like he doesn't have anything to say anymore.

You sit up straighter to look him right in the eyes. "Babe i'm gonna be honest and say it," you take the picture from the table again much to his dismay. "If you looked like this when we first met, I wouldn't even dared myself to like you."

"What the fuck?!?" He shrieks, his eyebrows furrowed. "This is your way of telling me i've let myself go and that you're not in love with me anymore."

"That is not what i meant and you're just twisting shit i say."

His tiny pout made you chuckle. "What? You've seen old pictures of me, tell me that it's not so crazy to think someone like this," you wave the picture in your hand and he frowns at the picture. "Would'nt even talk to someone like me."

"I mean, babe, this is like your picture back then, right? This is the type of picture that made girls line up just to get a hi from you. I wouldn't even have the balls to interact with you, let alone dare myself to have a stupid crush on you."

He pry the picture away, throwing it behind his shoulder without much thought. "that is the stupidest thing i've heard coming from you,"

"you can't tell me it's crazy for me to think that, you know."

"no, it's crazy and stupid."

The almost anger you sensed made you tone down the grin. Something tells you this was not mere jealousy over his younger self.

he fish his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before he opens his gallery. you can't see what he's looking for, only the focused furrow of his eyebrows.

He turned his phone toward you once he found what he was looking for.

There, in his phone gallery, titled with love emoji, is an entire album of your childhood pictures —the collection you showed him from back at your parents' house a few years back.

He doesn't take pictures of it carelessly; he actually spends the time to properly scan each picture with his phone so that you actually have it digitized now. not that you know it, of course.

"do you know what went through my mind the first time your mom showed me the album? Back when your dad still didn't let me sleep with you in your room?"

You shake your head so softly, trying your hardest to keep your emotions from overflowing. Eager to listen to what he has to say.

"I thought just how much I wished we'd known each other for far longer, that i wished i was there to grow up with you, to be there for every tear you shed over some stupid whatnot, to hug you every time you needed it, to tell you that i've loved you for far longer than I've known you."

"john," you call to him softly. he shakes his head gently to tell you he's not finished yet.

"I know that even if we met back in high school or even elementary," he paused a little to catch his words. "I would've fallen in love with you the same, i see every phase that you went through, listen to your stories about just how 'unlovable' you were back then, and all i can think is 'i would.' I would love you through all that."

he scrolls a little for a specific picture- the picture you once told him just how much you hated the way you looked in that year. "see this? Remember what you told me?"

you nod. tears already threatening to fall.

"i hated, hated, the way you talk about yourself when you showed me this picture, because i know if i was there during the period of time you felt that way about yourself, i would've told you that it was stupid. i would've told you just how beautiful you are, that you don't see yourself the way i do, and that i love you."

You can't hold it back anymore: the beautiful ache in your heart, the gentle way he speaks of you, the awe you have for the man beside you. The tears started to flow.

he locks his phone, scooting closer towards you to hold you in his arms.

"i love you so much that i know no matter what phases of our life that we meet each other, i would've loved you as i do now." his words turned softer against your hair. "so please, never insult the woman i love by saying she has no chance with some stupid frat-looking boy who doesn't know better, trust me when i say that that boy would've made his life straighter if he met you earlier."

he relaxed himself backward, pulling you tighter against his chest as he lets you sob happy tears. god, you love this man so much you didn't think it was possible to even be more in love than you were.

you finally speak again when the tears got easier, his hands still caressing your back softly.

"when did you?"

he smiles, pressing a gentle peck on your forehead. "That first night in your parents' house," there's a soft chuckle as he reminisces. "i couldn't sleep on the couch because i can't wrap my head around us, you know."

"why?"

"babe, the living room was filled with you and your family. i just can't believe that the girl of my dreams is letting me into her life by inviting me to the family."

"my dad liked you instantly," you replied meekly, still in disbelief from his confession. "the whole couch thingy only lasted one night,"

he chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest. "your dad caught me scanning the album, you know."

you had to lift your head a little to get a better look at him. "What?"

he nods, the corner of his lips lifting. "yeah, think it was like two? he came down to get some water, saw the flash going off where i'm supposed to sleep, so he approached me, then had some talk."

"is that why he let you sleep with me the next day?"

he shrugs. "i dunno, maybe?"

he let out a soft smile at the way your lips quirking into an earnest smile of interest. "what did you say? or was it him? What did he told you?" This was news to you. All you knew was your dad changing his mind about John sleeping on the couch, so he allowed him to sleep with you.

john's memory of that night flits through his mind. Wide-eyed, looking at your dad with his phone in hand, going through your album. Promising your dad that he'll always take care of you, telling him that he knew you were the one since the moment you met, answering your dad's question about his intention.

He shakes his head. Deciding that what happened that night was between him and your dad. he lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Nothing much, really. Just told him I love you."

you press your lips against his before dropping your head back down to his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat. "ugh you're too sweet," his chest rumbles with his chuckles, his hand holding you even tighter. "i love you too,"

With a press of his lips on your hair, he murmured, "and i won't take it for granted. forever."

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*sigh* not fucking chelsea....

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Watching the can vs rsa rn and i suddenly got the itch to write shen x soccer coach reader huft

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This is what would transpire if you do the "seeing if my bf/husband melts into the kiss" with John Shen btw.

John Shen x wifey!reader.

"Okay now put your arms up," you order him.

John shakes his head like he knows what trend you're about to do. "No."

you try to force his arms up only for it to flop back down when you release his hands. "Babe, just put your arms uppp,"

"I know this trend, you're gonna make me put my hands up, and like an obedient husband, which i am, i'm gonna do it" he looks at the camera to make his point clearer. "Always listen to your wives even when they're gonna torture you, guys." He says it like a psa before he looks back at you.

You're taken aback by his response but the smile on your face gets bigger at the misunderstanding. You play along. "Okay, what torture?"

He shrugs. "You're gonna tickle me, then i'll die from being out of breath. Or worse,"

"Yeah? What's worse?" You challenge.

"You're gonna pinch my balls." He deadpans.

The way he deadpanned makes you laugh. He smiles at the laugh -pavlov'd, can't blame him- before steeling his face again like a child throwing tantrum.

"I'm not gonna tickle you, you drama queen, put your hands up."

He leans his head closer. "No. Swear it first."

"Fine," you sigh, though your smile still hasn't let up. "I promise not to tickle you."

"Or pinch my balls," he reminds.

"Or pinch your balls," you parrot. "Okay now put your hands up," you try to move his hands up, only to be held down by him.

"What will you do if you lie?" He asks stubbornly.

God, if only you're not so in love with the man.

"I will..." you give him a look. One that screams suggestive. Can't really say 'head' in front of the camera now.

He understands it immediately. It's really cute how his eyes change. He gives you a look to confirm it. 'Really?'

You nod with a grin. He's halfway into putting his arms up when he stops, again. "Wait, now i'm gonna wish you're tickling me." He ponders.

"John i swear just put your damn hands up." You can't stop your smirk even when you're sighing.

He obeys, putting his hands up.

"Now whatever i do, don't put it down, okay?"

"Okay," he nods. Because he knows it's part of the trend.

You haven't done anything except take one step forward when he suddenly becomes boneless, his hands hugging himself to protect his sides and his crotch.

"Sorry sorry force of habit." He defended with a grin before putting his arms up again.

"Force of-" you look at your phone. "For the record I don't abuse my husband," you turn to look at him again. He has the audacity to look amused now.

"Oh i'm right where i want to be, babe."

You run your hand on your face, "you know what? Close your eyes."

"now you're just adding shit up," you only give him a look and he folds immediately. "Yeah, okay okay," he murmurs before closing his eyes.

You take a step forward, your hands went up to the side of his face, rolling your eyes when he wince a little at the sudden touch.

Okay your hands might be cold, but c'mon, John.

You tilt his head a little downwards, then you press a sure kiss to his lips, he reciprocates a little tentatively at first, like he still can't believe this is the only thing you're going to do.

You tilt your head slightly to kiss him deeper, your tongue moving across his bottom lip to gain access. He sighs, then grants you the access. His head leaning even further down to get you closer.

And he just...melts.

He does't melt like you thought he would. His arms are still firmly straight upwards. But his shoulders loosened, every tension he has is gone, replaced by his insistence on pressing his lips even deeper without the help of his hands to hold your head.

You do the work for him, your hands, still firmly on the side of his head is pulling him down. He smiles against your lips, too in his mind to even care about anything else -the way he always gets when you kiss him like he's the only thing that mattered.

"Good boy," you pat his cheek when you eventually pull away. His lips are perfectly swollen, his eyes are transfixed on you, looking a little too in love and horny.

"That's it?" He beams.

"That's it." You nod. "Told you-"

You don't get the chance to tease him further when his lips latched on to yours again, his hands finding your head out of instinct, and his kiss gets hotter by the second that you forgot about your phone still recording the entire thing.

You post the video.

The last kiss cut off, of course, that was yours.

Twenty hours later, after almost half a million views and comments blowing up your phone, you archive the post.

You had to. Because the sweet creature of a man you call husband had the audacity to get chubbed up from a sweet moment. And you really don't need half a million people to see and comment what your husband is packing, especially in his grey sweats.

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Do you guys think my shen characterization is okay so far??? I suddenly got hit by the fear of mischaracterization of my favorite character.... like what if i made him too... not him...

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John “nah, i’m not a romantic,” Shen who always gets you flowers before dates, even when he sneezes every few seconds when he walks inside the florist. Doesn't matter how busy he is, or that you're living together now, he'll make the time to go out and buy them. He made it a habit of asking about what you're planning to wear later, just so he could color code his arrangements when he chooses them. 

The first time he does it was of course on your first date, when he knocks on your door, his eyes a little bit watery and nose itching after a trip to the florist. Whether you smiled at his misfortune or the flowers, he doesn’t care. 

He said sorry for not being able to buy you lilies though, their heavy pollen is a personal hell for him. You tell him that he doesn't need to torture himself with a runny nose before you go on dates, but he'll just shrug and say “i just like seeing you hold something pretty.” 

So you let him, only if he promises to stop when his allergy is getting worse. 

John “nah, i’m not a romantic,” Shen who always lets you know that he thinks it's going to be a busy night, and that he’s sorry he won't be able to come to the phone as fast. 

It's cute. The voice notes he sent, in a single breath of “hey babe, i’m sorry but we got a call saying we're gonna be stomped, so sorry if I can't answer you immediately, i’ll text you when I'm done. I love you, bye babe.” That you can hear -even back home- his breathlessness by the last babe. Usually followed by a shout of his name by the end of it. 

Or sometimes in a not so breathless voice of his, a “hey babe, just wanted to let you know, i think it's gonna be a long one. I just know it. So i think i’m not gonna be able to be on the phone a lot tonight, i love you, don't forget to eat.” This one, usually, you hear a slap landing on his back by the end of it, his name being hissed out in venom. 

You explained to him early on in the relationship that it's okay, you understand if he doesn't reply to you for hours when he's at the hospital, that you wouldn't be with him if you don't understand just how hectic his shift can be. But John? He looked at you like you're saying some bullshit (in his mind you did) “isn't that the bare minimum, though?” 

John “nah, i’m not a romantic,” Shen who would always press a kiss on any of your body parts that's the closest. It's subconscious, you know that he doesn't realize doing it. 

Your hand fixing his hair? He’ll press a kiss on the inside of your wrist. 

Your legs draped across his lap? He’ll lean down to give your knees a kiss. 

You lean your head on his shoulder? Definitely pressing a kiss on your hair after he instinctively opens his arm so you can get closer. 

It's a simple kiss, just a peck and go. But the sweetness of it lies in the fact that he's doing it subconsciously. 

Just when you thought he couldn't get sweeter, you once lay flat on top of him when he's in a deep sleep right after a gruesome day (you know he's not faking it from the way he snores). even in a state of half-dead, his arms instantly circle around your body, pulling you tight, and you swore you can feel him press a kiss on your hair while he's snoring. 

John “nah, i’m not a romantic,” Shen who would look up a recipe of something that you like and recreate it as soon as he can. 

Sure, he can always go out and get it for you, but he likes the thought that you liked something he creates, likes being the reason you smile as you offer him the first bite, and most of all, he likes to learn you, so it's only natural that he learns why you like what you like, and what goes along the way of creating it. 

The first time it happened was when you said you liked the lemon cake in the newly opened cafe near your place, you weren't even officially dating yet, and he's never stepped foot in said cafe before you told him. But he still made the trip, tried it on, then went back home to try and find the recipe for the next date. 

You remembered the first, then the second, then the…. you've lost count of how much effort he's been going through just to get a tiny smile from you. 

You don't even have to actually mention it for him to go through the extra mile. He sees you devouring the chocolate cake you get as a dessert on a date night? Fifteen tabs open on his browser, tiktok algorithm thinking of him as a chocolate cake connoisseur, and he’ll eventually text the old man at his favorite bakery back home for tips when it still doesn't seem right for him. 

John “nah, i’m not clingy,” Shen who would a hundred percent get all dramatic when you don’t give him an ounce of attention. 

“Do you hate me?” when you’re sitting down at the couch away from his arms reach. You were only just sitting down and haven't even adjusted your position, and that’s instantly what he says before you roll your eyes, and suddenly he’s all in your personal space. 

“We’re not business partner, babe,” when you take a seat across from him in the cafe instead of where you, in his words, rightly belonged. Beside him. He’ll say that with a scrunch of his eyebrows and drag his own chair next to you. 

“Babe, can you please play with my hair properly.” he’ll huff when you got slightly distracted with your phone or the tv while your hand is carding through his hair. You’ll only tug his hair, and he’ll get a smile out of you. 

He does it to annoy you, because he lives for the roll of your eyes, the huff you let out accompanied with a snarky comeback, and especially the way you tug his hair. 

Fair enough though, John. He never stresses you out in the relationship, so he does get a pass. 

Besides, if teasing you like that is the only way he can think of to annoy you, you'll take it. You do like it that he’s got so much love for you. 

John “nah, i’m not observant,” Shen who absolutely knows you better than he knows himself. 

He knows every single tell about your feelings that you could possibly have; knows the difference between each smile, the look on your eyes, and even the sound of your breathing. 

He knows when you need a hug, knows when all you need is just to be heard, knows when to kiss you, knows when you need to be alone, and he knows when to tease you to make things better. 

He just knows. Even when the laugh doesn't quite reach your eyes, he’ll look at you like you hung the moon and “that's my girl,”

John “nah, i’m not a sap,” Shen who “ruined” his intervals just to send you voice notes. 

He’ll suddenly stop his run when he sees something that reminds him of you, take quick pictures of it, then proceed to send you breathless, almost panting, voice notes. 

He sees a dog sleeping in the park? “Babe this dog is sleeping like you when you're- hah- wait- taking a nap. It's cute. He’s curled up so cute like when you're taking a nap i just got cuteness aggression over you, ugh.” 

He sees kids playing? Won't take a picture but would send you voice notes of “do you think if we met when we were kids you would like me? Saw two kids at the park hugging, i dunno, kinda reminds me of you, i like to think that we're friends if we meet as kids.” 

He passed a new cafe that's about to open? “This cafe got the pastry thingy you liked, I just talked with the owner about what she'll have here. I think you'll like it. The place is very you. Next date?”

He even stopped wearing his garmin simply because there’s no point in it anymore. His strava’s already too fucked up, and he can't even be bothered to pause it because his mind's instantly zeroes in on you. 

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Spain's forward are as blunt as butter knife LMAO like all that and not even one goal made is actually a statistical freakazoid

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what are your world cup predictions?? love your blog

Thank you sooooo muchh 🫶🫶🫶

Honestly this wc is kinda interesting since none of the team are the 'best' on paper compared to a lot of the international tournaments. Butttt i kinda like the way spain are looking right now, i think they're gonna at least reach quarter. Tbf i'm rooting for any country that has liverpool player and Spain hehe.

Oh netherlands are also kinda promising and the fact that most of the indonesian nt are from the netherlands kinda makes me want to root for em

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Guys im so sorry i won't be as active for the next few weeks cs i'm tuned in to wc and my sleep schedule is reversed rn

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https://www.tumblr.com/somanyideassolittletime/817982946877259776/john-shen-a-dad-of-two-kids-the-sweetest-boy?source=share

oo but when that girl is sick??? Daddy is the first one there, and she wants him there too. He takes her fever, gives her her medicine, and if the hospital is needed? dont worry babygirl, daddys gonna take you to see uncle jack and aunti ellis and they will help you feel better, alright?

OMG YES!!! this turned out to be a fic... can't help myself... hope u love it :)))

synopsis: just a cute moments that transpired when princess is sick.

There's a system. Call it Two-step verification if you will. First was your feelings, the impending doom once your daughter is doing things out of the ordinary, and in today's case, she suddenly take an impromptu nap in the middle of the day, something she hasn't done since she was three. Second comes John's feelings, honed after years of being a dad and a doctor.

It was a different system entirely with your son, who would actually say to either of you that he's currently doesn't feel good (he takes after John in that department).

So It doesn't really surprise you that John suddenly sit up straight on his side of the bed just fifteen minutes after the two of you are trying to close your eyes. His dad-senses tingling.

You're about to prop yourself up when John's hands reached for your arms. "It's okay. I'm just about to check on her for a second."

"What are you thinking?"

"Fever. Definitely. she called me daddy earlier." He says surely.

You stifled a yawn, but nodded anyway. "She napped earlier, it's definitely fever."

"I'll check on her. You go back to sleep, babe."

You shake your head, the sleep already gone from your body as you finally prop yourself up on the headboard. "I'll get the thermometer downstair, i'll join you in a sec."

John knocked softly on her room before slowly opening the door, his head peeking inside to see her daughter still in the same position as he tucked her in earlier.

He tries to train his eyes to the floor as he walks closer to the bed, the floor, usually booby-trapped with legos, are uncharacteristically tidy.

Tidy which meant that she has been feeling unwell for a while, that she didn't have the energy to play with her favorite lego city set that John got her a few months ago.

He sit down on the edge of the bed slowly as to not startle her, he decides between kissing her forehead to wake her up or to just let her be and carefully press his hand to check on the temperature.

His daughter, instead, fluttered her eyes open and reached for him with a look that melt and break him altogether.

"Daddy?" Small hands bunched themselves into John's t-shirt as she called out for him.

If the look doesn't break him, her voice will. So uncharacteristically her –who usually is all smiles and snide stares at him with the way she always calls him in that challenging tone of hers–now sounding so tired, so fragile, so hurt.

"Hey, princess," he whispers, his heart breaking again when she scoots herself just a tiny bit closer to him. "daddy's here, tell me what do you feel," leaning down to finally kiss his daughter on her forehead.

John can feel himself relaxing a little bit after his lips made contact with her skin, the temperature not alarming for him to be in panic mode.

"I'm cold." She says, snuggling closer to him. "And my body hurts, like when i feel my pajamas touching my back, it doesn't feel good, daddy."

He hears the sound of your footsteps towards the room, giving his daughter a smile as he squeezed her hand. "Let's check you temperature first, okay?"

She nods softly through a sniffle and John can only wish he'd be able to take all her pain away for him to endure instead.

"We don't have any nyquill left," you softly whisper after John checked her temperature, his hand resting on your daughter's stomach, gently rubbing in a soothing motion, something she loved as a baby.

"I can get out for a minute, i'll get her the-" he stops his words when his daughter's hand squeezed his.

"Daddy stay,"

You smiled at the interaction, one for the books, the sight of your daughter so clingy with her dad. "I'll go, you stay here with her,"

"No,"

"Mommy no!"

You shake your head fondly at their synchronized answer. John juts his chin in the direction of your bedroom, "i'll ask Parker or Jack to uber it later when she's sleeping,"

"I'll text them. You sleep here, she needs you." With a kiss on your daughter's temple, you leave the room to let them both sleep again.

john doesn't bother to lift the cover, seeing as it wouldn't be able to actually cover himself. His daughter instinctively tuck herself under his arms, taking in as much body heat he can provide before they both fall asleep again.

words filter through John's mind when the sunlight hits his face, his brain trying to catch the words his son -undoubtedly- chatting about.

"Shhh! Don't be too loud, she'll wake up!"

"you're the loud one, kid."

"look, look, uncle jackie, they're not fighting!"

At the mention of a certain uncle Jackie, John opens his eyes, about to sit up, when the familiar weight of his daughter holding his arm down stops him.

he props his head a little bit, trying not to wake his daughter as best as he can, only to be greeted by the sight of his son and Jack leaning in the doorway, both grinning their asses off.

John lift his free arm in a small wave to Jack, who nods back at him.

a few seconds later, another voice rings through. "where's the prin-"

"ssshhhhhh!"

His son tries to shush Parker, his finger on his lips like he had a vendetta against noise, forgetting that he was the loudest, making his sister finally opens her eyes.

"dad?" she whispered to John, eyes still fluttering awake.

John presses a kiss on her hair, still warm, still sick. "good morning."

A literal carbon copy of you, with the way she nuzzles her head back at John's arm again.

a small 'awwww' can be heard between the two adults leaning against the doorway.

"what're you two doing here?" he sighs, at least they're out of their scrubs, he can appreciate that much.

Parker grinned, lifting her hand to show him a plastic bag. "Delivery for the princess."

"your wife texted me last night, in returns for her cookies." she adds.

"and breakfast," Jack adds.

John opens his mouth, about to ask your whereabout when Jack answers him. "She's downstairs, no one can disturb her morning coffee, right?"

"they also got me snickers, dad! the almond one!"

carbon copy of John now, with the way his daughter actually sat up at the mention of snickers.

she blinked a few times at the figures in front of her door, waiting for the names and faces to catch up. before she let out a big smile, "uncle Jackie! auntie Parker!"

the headache caught on to her again after her outburst, but John already has his hands on her shoulder, gently pulling her body against him again.

"i want snickers too, dad." she whimpered out.

John looked at the three figures, Jack mouthing 'we got five' with a nod to answer him.

"you can have it, princess, uncle jack and auntie parker also got you the medicine-"

she turned her head to look at her doorway, "orange?"

there's a slight panic flitting at Parker and Jack's faces as they glance at each other. She opens the plastic bag, checks the content, then sighs in relief. "orange," she confirms. Jack visibly sighing beside her.

for Jack and Parker, it's like watching something magical. John's daughter being impossibly clingy with him, her arms engulfed in John's hand as he rubs them absentmindedly, even leaning toward John when he presses a kiss on her hair every now and then.

"your sister doesn't hate him when she's sick, eh?" Parker nudges the boy beside her. making him shake his head in panic.

as if being reminded of the image she has to keep up in front of the audience, Princess scoots herself away from her dad, pushing his head away from her.

Jack barked out a laugh, Parker muttering sorry to the boy, who still look at her unimpressed.

"this is why uncle jack is my favorite." he points at her, making John chuckle.

"damn right," Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"don't worry, you're my favorite." princess says at parker sheepishly with a shy smile.

"oookay now, let's get breakfast," John starts, pushing himself off the bed easily now that his daughter's not perched on him again. he looks down at her daughter, "do you wanna go downstairs?"

she nods at him. John offers her one hand, the usual, since she doesn't really like to be carried by him ever since she can run like a madman. she stares at his hand, then glances at the doorway, then back at John, both arms lifted towards him.

"daddy? carry me?" she whispered in the smallest voice.

John held back from both crying and melting, lifting his daughter up easily to hold her against him, her face tucked in his neck.

Jack was the one who was about to comment when John threw a glance his way, shutting him up effectively.

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Sunshine reader this girly reader that, guys be honest wdyt about a shen x tomboy reader?

The type of relationship where everyone's asking "where is the romance??!?" Bcs they act like best friends, has one shared wardrobe, fights on who gets to wear the nice leather jacket.

John shen nation riseeeeeee