John shen spouses, since no one never ask him about his love situation they didnt know that hes married, until a very pregnant woman with a tote bag show up in the er asking about john shen
pairing: dr. john shen x f!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 400 | so much fluff
warnings: none, really.
a/n: babe, i really hope you like this one because i don’t really go here on the pregnant trope and i did my best. sorry if it seems a bit awkward! 🤍 (but i do think the moodboard itself is very aesthetically pleasing lol)
jack is in the middle of going through the instructions of how they are going to tackle triage this shift with chantana and mateo, when a very pregnant lady interrupts them.
“hi! umm, could i speak with dr. shen?” you ask.
“i’m dr. jack abbot, sweetheart. dr. shen is attending a trauma right now, how can i help you?”
your smile grows when you realise who you are talking to. you give him your name and continue. “john’s wife. it’s really nice to meet you, dr. abbot.”
“wife?!” jack asks shocked, points the buzzer to chantana, silently asking the receptionist to open the door for you. both her and mateo have surprised expressions on their young faces.
“come here, sweetheart.” he gets the tote bag from your hands, directing you to a free seat on the central hub. “john never mentioned he’s married. let alone a father to be.”
you laugh. “typical john. if he didn’t basically worship the ground i walk on, i would think he was ashamed of me or something.”
jack shakes his head. “are you ok? do you need anything?”
“oh, i’m fine. i know i look like i’m about to burst but there’s still a month and a half to go.” you point to the tote bag. “i’m trying to get john to slow down on the caffeine, but he forgot the lunch i made so i thought ‘why not bring it to him?’”
jack was about to ask you how long you have been together when parker greets you.
“hey, sunshine!” she says as she makes her way out of trauma two, with john right behind her.
“hi, p! haven’t seen you in a while!”
john recognises your voices, sprints past parker to meet you.
“baby, are you ok? are you hurt? is it time?” shen’s hands are all over you as he asks all at once, so fast that you can’t barely understand what he is saying.
it makes you laugh. “i’m fine, handsome. you forgot your lunch and i wanted to bring it to you.”
beside you, jack is nudging parker. “you knew he was married?!”
“only met her because sunshine came to pick him up after a shift, like six months ago.”
“why didn’t you tell us you were married, dude? and that you are expecting?!” jack asks your husband, with the most hurt voice possible.
john shrugs. “you never asked.”
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What about Shark+Emery+reader for “I’m starting to suspect this friendship isn’t very platonic.” with “I get to legally annoy you now.”Could that work?
pairing: dr. brendon park x f!reader x dr. emery walsh | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 417 | fluff
warnings: mentions sex and nudity, nothing explicit.
a/n: i need to be in a throuple with these two. hope you like your moodboard, sweetheart! 🤍
“i’m starting to suspect this friendship isn’t very platonic.” emery says as she signs the piece of paper, declaring herself a witness.
it happened on a whim, really. emery, brendon and you woke up that morning, the same way you did on every day off morning: lazily, with tangled limbs, and between soft kisses that turned into slow sex.
somewhere between catching your breaths and going to shower, the topic of marriage came up. you would be lying if you said you had never thought about it, but given the state of your arrangement, you never said anything about it.
emery was tracing lazy circles on your lower back when she said “well, bren makes the most money out of the three of us. you marry him, the three of us elope somewhere in europe and we find a way of making a prenup saying how we want to split our assets in case something happens. not that it will.” like it was the most ordinary statement ever.
you lifted your head and looked at em with a curious face. “someone has put some thought into this.”
“more than i’d like to.” she deadpanned.
brendon’s right hand lazily looked for his bvlgari octo finissimo on the nightstand. “the courthouse opens in thirty, we can shower, have breakfast and get married and still have the whole day for ourselves.”
you get up, laughing at what your boyfriend just said. “we aren’t even engaged.”
brendon hummed and the look on his face made you shiver in anticipation. he got up, in all of his naked glory, made his way to his closet and came back with a slightly bigger black velvet box. he opened it, and inside sat three rings, diamonds and white gold for you and emery, the two rings had slightly different styles, each carefully chosen according to your different likes and personalities, and a simple band, also in white gold, for brendon.
bren kneeled, said yours and emery’s full name and asked “will you marry me?”
you were shocked. shocked that he was that serious about getting married, and shocked about being proposed naked after morning sex. emery had to nudge you for you to finally answer. “yes! of course!”
you have been staring at the fancy paper that confirmed your union for god knows how long when your lunch finally arrives.
“you know,” you turn to brendon “i get to legally annoy you now.”
“not that you needed a piece of paper for that, honey.”
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For Abbot, what about “Being with you makes the world softer.” while cuddling in the shower since he’s got to have a built in shower seat/bench. Or washing the family dog - which is the main reason we use the built in shower bench. Sweet or just fluff, your choice since it will be fantastic.
pairing: dr. jack abbot x f!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 333 | angst and fluff
warnings: feelings of unworthiness. this is set on the house tour universe, between the new year’s interlude and chapter three. you don’t have to read the series to read this one!
a/n: thank you so much for the praise and your request, beautiful! hope you don’t mind that i hijacked your idea and set it on the house tour universe. it’s like you read my mind, only yesterday i was thinking about writing a little blurb to continue the shower renovation talk they had. anyways, hope you enjoy your moodboard! 🤍
jack sits on the new shower bench with his trunks on, completely soaked and massaging his residual limb while he laughed at her defeated face.
the bathroom renovation was a success, completed in record time and with all the appliances and fixtures needed to make jack’s life at her apartment even easier. it was hard for him to accept the loving gesture, the combination of a bruised ego and the feeling of failure getting to him. the only person that knew about how he felt was mariam, his therapist, who had to take her sweet time to teach him how to accept that he is worthy of being loved, not only in words, but in gestures too.
“stop laughing at me, handsome.” the love of his life says with a fake pout on her lips as she sits by his side.
jack throws an arm around her waist, bringing her closer so he can rest his head on her shoulder.
theo, the big headed bernese mountain dog runs around their bathroom, all wet and soapy, occasionally stopping to shake his wet fur.
“i say theo loves the new bathroom.” jack says after the dog runs another lap around the room.
“he likes it more than us, i think.”
the couple bask in each other’s embrace in silence, the only sounds being of the shower water and their laughter after the dog does something funny.
theo soon gets tired and joins his parents again in the shower box, making her get up to finish rinsing him.
“being with you makes the world softer, honey. thank you.” jack says, catching himself off guard. maybe finally accepting that he can be taken care of.
she turns to him with the biggest smile on her face and gives him a soft kiss. “you’re welcome, handsome. you have no idea how happy you ma–“
as if on cue, the third member of the family jumps between them, messily shaking his fur, throwing soapy water everywhere.
“oh c’mon, theo!”
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1 - Do you ever get tired of being a pain in my ass?
2 - You’re my favorite pain in the ass. And I mean that lovingly. Mostly.
[FRY HEIST] – Sender steals a fry off receiver’s plate, makes direct eye contact, and eats it very slowly. (I did this to my DH while pregnant and would just dare him to question me - I’m growing his offspring, I get to steal food)
pairing: dr. brendon park x f!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 368 | fluff
warnings: nothing much, mentions of sex.
a/n: thank you for requesting! and you had all the rights to steal all of his fries, anon. hope you like this! 🤍
your husband sits across from you, speaking on the phone. his voice is ever so authoritative, the low but serious, commanding tone never fails to make your insides turn mushy.
this feels like deja-vu. you remember the day you met him in your college cafeteria. you, a social studies undergrad, and brendon, a biology jock. he sat on the seat in front of you without saying a “good afternoon” and was loud as he spoke on the phone to who you later found out was a girl he was hooking up with. brendon annoyed you so much you started stealing some of his fries. your thefting ways made him hang up his call and, after that day, a three year long feud began, that met its end with you fucking each other’s brains out, after a couple of your friends got together to lock the two of you in a lab.
fifteen years later, after your post doc and a successful career as an author and professor in women’s rights, and after brendon became the best orthopaedic surgeon in pittsburgh, you finally have the honeymoon you always dreamed of.
you sit across from him at one of the tables of a tiny restaurant located at the grote markt, brussels most famous square. you did the most touristy thing you could do and ordered a big plate of belgium french fries.
garcia’s voice can be heard through the speaker asking something about which antibiotic to give to a reimplantation patient brendon saw three days before your trip.
he turns off the call and gives you one of his pointed looks, the one that turns way less intimidating when his hair is in its natural curly, fluffy state, and not the gelled back style he uses when he is at work.
“do you ever get tired of being a pain in my ass?” he asks as he gives your hand a playful slap, stealing your fries.
“no, i would ask you the same but you’re my favourite pain in the ass. and i mean that lovingly. mostly.”
brendon shakes his head, laughing, showing the side of him only you get to see. “i love you, honey.”
“love you too, bren.”
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Fantastic work to get 1,000 followers and then some. Soon you’ll be at this for 2,000 followers.
For Walsh, I’d marry you all over again. But with better catering. I just see them married younger, not established. So plotting a redo that’s a bigger badass party.
pairing: dr. emery welsh x f!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 274 | so much fluff
warnings: nothing :)
a/n: i miss my wife 😪. thank you so much, my love. i hope you enjoy your moodboard.
“what?” you ask emery without looking at her.
“what, what?”
“you tell me, you’re the one staring.”
she scoffs. “how could you possibly know that i’m staring?”
you finally lift your eyes from the book you were reading and look at her. “i can feel your gaze following me from across the room, em.”
“that’s awfully romantic.”
you laugh. “well, you know i’m a lover girl.”
emery shakes her head, biting and licking her lips before she starts speaking again. “i was thinking how i’d marry you all over again. but with better catering, obviously.”
“oh god,” you start laughing again. “we could barely call that catering.”
and you couldn’t. the two of you married on a whim, just a few months after your first year of med school finished. you had been living together ever since grad school and it seemed like the right thing to do, so you woke up on a monday, called your closest friends and family members and invited them for a courthouse visit next saturday and a small feast that you yourself cooked. it was fun, a sweet and affordable way to celebrate your love, with the people you love.
“hey,” emery says and calls your name. “i mean it. next year is our tenth anniversary, i was thinking we could do something bigger.”
you move, straddling her hips so you can look her in the eyes. her hands sprawl over your back, bringing you closer.
“location wedding?” you ask.
“mhm. was thinking tuscany or maybe some island in greece.”
“oh? i like the way your brain works…”
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PLEASE JACK ABBOT- ❛ When I said “I want to hold you,” I didn’t mean like a hostage. ❜
pairing: dr. jack abbot x gn!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 358 | fluff
warnings: drinking and mentions of sex.
a/n: fuck, i think this is my favourite moodboard so far. hope you like it, nonny! 🤍
“you know that when i said ‘i want to hold you’ i didn’t mean like a hostage, right?” jack asks, grimacing when the stale beer hits his tongue.
it catches you off guard, so out of nowhere that your laughter turns into a coughing fit when you choke with the smoke of the cigarette you had just hit.
“i was hoping it wasn’t.” you say, but realisation suddenly hits you. your date with jack, the hot neighbour you have been pinning on since you moved in, started on friday, and now it is sunday, 10p.m. “oh god, is this my cue to leave?”
“no! god, no. stay, please.” jack says as he pulls you back to your place by his side on the outdoor sofa he has on his large balcony. “i’m grabbing us another beer.”
it is a warm night, awfully warm even if it is the middle of the summer, and the cooler was doing a poor job of keeping the beverage cold. your skin is glistening, sticky with sweat from the mind blowing sex you just had and the heat.
jack announces that he is back by pressing the freezing beer bottle against your neck, and you almost curse him out, but the cold feels comforting against your skin. you take the bottle from him and take a long sip to quench your thirst.
“the thing is that i don’t want you to leave. and i want to hold you until my arms feel like they are going to give out, and it fucking terrifies me.”
“why?” you ask.
jack exhales loudly and the label of his beer bottle becomes the most interesting thing in the world. “you are the first person i have feelings for since i became a widower. i have gone on a date here and there, but feelings?” he tips the bottle’s neck forward a bit too strongly, as if to make a statement with it “strong feelings? you are the first.”
you nod and smile at him, scooting a little closer so you can press your lips to his. “if it helps, i have strong feelings for you too.”
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hiii bestie congrats on 1k!!! im thinking ❛ You know I only text you because I’m bored, right? ❜ & ❛ You’re lucky you’re hot because wow, you’re annoying. ❜ with established rabbot where reader is the emotionally immature one that's putting up a wall to protect themselves from catching feelings
pairing: dr. jack abbot x gn!reader x dr. michael robinavitch; rabbot x gn!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 379 | angst and fluff
warnings: allusion to sex. nothing descriptive.
a/n: who would’ve thunk it would be hard to find throuples on pinterest. hope you like this one, bestie! 🤍
“you know i only text you because i’m bored, right?” you pass off the comment as a joke when jack’s talk about your relationship starts to get too serious.
it is not that you don’t want it, really, but whenever either him or robby start talking about the future and next steps an alarm sets off in your brain.
blame it on bad past relationships or immaturity, who knows.
jack untangles his left leg from yours, angrily pushing the sheets aside so he can sit down. he latches his prosthesis back on, sighing as he gets up to pull a clean pair of briefs from the drawer. you can’t see his face, but you know he is sad, or at least disappointed by the way the muscles on his back pull on themselves. he doesn’t bother to look back at you as he says “you’re lucky you’re hot because, wow, you’re annoying” on his way out.
you are frozen, the only thing moving is the single tear that unwantedly leaves your eye.
robby notices it, he always does. he sighs, trails a path of sweet kisses from your shoulder to your temple, bringing you to a tight embrace. “i know you’ve been through a lot, honey, and that this,” he motions between the two of you and points to jack in the kitchen “is new to you. but jack is serious about you– we both are serious about you, about this, so it fucking sucks when you deflect from the subject like this.”
“i’m sorry.” you murmur. “i just– i don’t know how–“
robby hugs you tight again, giving your temple another kiss. he rubs his well oiled, soft beard over your cheek and the act strangely soothes you. “you don’t have to say anything right now, just think about it.”
“okay.” you nod, sniffling and cleaning your tears. “you two are the best thing that has happened to me, i just need to get my shit together.”
the confession makes robby smile, but before he can answer, the faint sounds of utensils falling and a very annoyed “shit!” coming from the kitchen, interrupt him.
“should we go help jack?” you ask.
robby is already up, grabbing the first shirt he sees and throws it to you. “yeah, probably.”
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congratulations on 1k followers!! may i request ❛ Our love language is memes and existential dread. ❜ for john shen? any kind of domestic scenario will do! again, congratulations ‹3
pairing: dr. john shen x gn!reader | rating: mature. mdni | wc: 497 | fluff
warnings: drinking.
a/n: ughhh, i love cute, funny, domestic shen. thank u for your request, nonny! 🤍
for the first time in god knows how long, your group of friends were finally meeting on a night out. nothing too crazy, just some wine and a charcuterie board at ellie’s house.
you have talked about everything. life lately, work, trips, places to go, and one thing led to the other and the subject is now your love lives.
laetitia and ellie are single after both left two very long and serious and not so great relationships, and going on all the dates they missed after all these years. harlow just finally asked the girl she had been seeing for a couple of months to be her girlfriend. and cleo just got back from a trip to florence, where her boyfriend asked her to marry him.
they were all talking about how great their partners are, showing cute pictures and sweet text messages, all while you kept quiet.
cleo, ever observant, notices your quietness and calls out your name. “what about john? he seems like a nice guy.”
you nod way too fast. “oh, he’s great!” and he truly is. john is sweet, caring, also very observant. always knows how you are feeling before you even say anything. he never skips the mandatory “date of the week” that he promised you when you first started dating, even if he only has one day off. he cooks, buys you flowers almost every week and is always feeding your sweet treat addiction.
the only “problem” is how you show your love. you have to scroll far on your camera roll to find a somewhat normal picture of you together, most of them are taken on 0.5, either shoved up on each other’s faces or you at your worst. the last couple of messages you exchanged was him sending you two pictures of minions, one of them cuddling in bed and another one of them kissing, captioned with “us ❤️”.
“john is the best partner i’ve ever had.”
“home already?” john asks as he closes the book he was reading, opening his arms and legs to engulf you in a full body hug when you lay on top of him on the couch.
“yeah, we are all old and tired.”
“how was it? c’mon, tell me.” he demands after he kisses the top of your head.
so you tell him, talk about everything that happened tonight. john laughs, quips about a topic or two, but it’s when you tell him about how different their relationships are to yours that he gets serious.
“well, our love language is memes and existential dread. did they say anything about it?”
“oh, they loved you baby. they had a blast with our pics and the memes. harlow even said i finally found someone who matches my freak.”
“really?” john asks with a happy tone of voice. he sighs when you snuggle closer to him and kisses where his jaw ends and throat begins.
“yeah. and i wouldn’t have you any other way.”
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