j = jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
honestly? i dont think shiu is a jealous man. he's very laid back, very nonchalant. I feel like his mindset is that he knows you're into him, so therefore he has nothing to worry about. i don't think he loses sleep over whether or not you're out and about, or whether or not you're making other men's heads turn.
if he did get jealous i think he'd really have to be annoyed to get a reaction out of him. maybe a guy at a bar who can't put two and two together and deduce that you're there with him, your boyfriend. or a pushy coworker getting too bold at a holiday party where he's your plus one.
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you were constantly up to no good, and after-all he knew you best before you even knew yourself.
The moment you push the apartment door open, he already knows you’re up to something. He’s sitting on the couch, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His eyes narrow immediately when he sees the way you’re cradling something in your hoodie like a smuggler.
“…What is that?” Shiu’s voice is calm, deep, but you can hear the suspicion in it.
“It’s—” You bite your lip, rocking on your heels like a guilty kid. “It’s nothing.”
He raises an eyebrow, tapping ash into the tray. “Nothing doesn’t meow.”, as if right on cue, a soft mrrp sound escapes from your bundled arms. You wince, then rush forward, dropping to your knees in front of him and peeling your hoodie open to reveal a tiny, scrappy kitten blinking up at the both of you.
“Before you say anything—” you start quickly, “—he was all alone in a box outside the store and it was raining, and I couldn’t just leave him there, Shiu, look at his little face,”
Shiu stares down at the small ball of fur, then back up at you. His expression doesn’t change, but his silence says it all. You’re in trouble.
“Don’t give me that look,” you pout, shifting the kitten closer to him so it stretches a paw in his direction. “He likes you already.”
“I don’t like cats.” He exhales smoke slow, like it’s final.
“You don’t like people either but you keep me around,” you shoot back, eyes wide and pleading. That earns you the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth, his version of amusement. He doesn’t answer right away, just leans back against the couch and studies you. His gaze lingers on the way you’re cradling the kitten against your chest, hair messy from the drizzle outside, eyes sparkling as you look at him like he holds the whole world in his answer.
You’re ridiculous. Silly. Everything he shouldn’t put up with. And yet here you are, in his living room, trying to convince him that this stray deserves a home. “Shiu…” you whisper softer this time, eyes dropping as you nuzzle the kitten’s head. “I’ll take care of him, I promise. You won’t even have to do anything. Please?”
He sighs through his nose, setting the cigarette out. His gaze hasn’t left you once, and he hates how your voice makes something warm and sharp twist in his chest.
“You already drive me insane,” he mutters, low, “and now you want to bring something else into this house to make a mess?”, you nod eagerly. “Exactly.”
He stares. You stare back, doe-eyed. The kitten squeaks.
Finally, Shiu drags a hand down his face, then reaches forward—not for the kitten, but for your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly along your skin. His touch lingers longer than it needs to, his eyes soft despite the irritation in his tone.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he says quietly.
Your whole body lights up at once. “So that’s a yes?”
“I didn’t say yes,” he counters immediately, but you’re already squealing, hugging the kitten close and bouncing on your knees.
“Shiuuu, you’re the best! He’s gonna love it here, I just know it—”
He cuts you off by leaning down, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. “You’re hopeless,” he murmurs against your skin.
When he pulls back, you’re grinning so wide it makes his chest ache. He sits there in silence, letting you babble about names and toys and vet visits, pretending not to notice the way the kitten eventually claws its way into his lap.
“…Tch,” he mutters under his breath when the tiny creature curls up against his thigh.
But you catch it. And you catch the way his hand rests there a little too naturally, fingers absently stroking fur while his eyes keep flicking to you, softer than he’ll ever admit.
bonus!
within an hour or so, you literally caught him cuddling asleep with the kitten in the couch..
Writing Shiu x Reader fluff. I will post it tomorrow getting tired today already😅 but I have only a bit left to do! Also thanks for the support and suggestions I will be trying my best and working on it just stay tuned 😎(pls)
Shiu who takes you home after getting overwhelmed at the bar.
It was a fun night bar hopping.
Drinks and laughter and falling over each other.
Fun, until you got to the bar you were in now.
It was jam packed, from some office party you think, and people are loud, and the music is just below the conversations, and there’s some spilled drinks on the floor. Waiters quickly trying to catch up with the people and their orders.
Shiu is laughing at something when you set the uptenth round of drinks on the table. Instead of sitting down, Shiu sees you flinch at some noise behind you. Your eyes trail off, stoic, taking in a deep breath.
“You alright Angel?”
He snaps you out of your trace, a gentle hand touching your arm. You nod, giving him the best smile you can, but it’s not in your eyes, “Mhm, it’s a lot of people.”
That’s all you say, you take a seat next to him and Shiu wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing his conversation while you stuffed your head into his arm. But his eyes are on you the next hour, just to see if you feel any better, but that pretty smile doesn’t come back unless you catch him staring at you. Shiu knows you like the back of his hand, he knows that you’re checked out for the night just from the way you’re barley in conversation, how your eyes slowly blink, your breathing slower than usual, how quiet you were.
“We’re gonna head home.” He finally says, giving your hand a light squeeze. You eyes widen a little, and your eyebrows furrow.
“You guys can’t stay for one more? Just one more man!” He friend asks as you two stand from the booth.
Shiu nods. “We’re good, gotta catch the last train anyway.”
The booth with your friends fills with moans and groans but goodbyes none the less. You finally exit the bar in one piece, Shiu doesn’t say anything, just holds your hand, guiding you two to the crowd on the street and into station.
It’s when you two start the walk home, you’re able to speak again, eyes weary, you walk infront of him. He gave you is shit jacket sometime on the train, always making sure your not cold so you don’t get a cold. You hold yourself tighter, the sound of both your feet hitting the pavement. Then you hear it, the fwick, fwick, fwick of the lighter you got him for his birthday. Simple really, just black with both first initials ingrained on it. But Shiu loves the little thing.
“I’m sorry, I ruined your night.”
He stops in this tracks. So do you.
He exhales, the smoke swirling into the night sky, “Mind saying that again, to my face this time?” His voice comes out casual but you know better— there’s that confusion, a little worry.
But you can’t. You’re too embarrassed that you couldn’t keeo yourself together just for one night. You could be the life of the party, have as much fun as anybody else— just one little thing can set it off.
Shiu goes to catch up to you but you walk forward just as he does, footsteps faster than his.
It’s a chase.
He sighs after trying twice more but to no avail, “Baby,” he runs his fingers through his short black locks. “How could you have ruined my night? Could you tell me that, at least?”
“Because I was just- I was being a Debby downer. I know you wanted to stay and talk and I- I just ruined it.” You huff.
He’s lucky he caught you, spinning you around to face him. A pained expression on written on your face, that adorable bottom lip popping out, but no tears. Shiu cups your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.
“You didn’t ruin shit baby.”
“It feels like it though.”
“You were tired,” he corrects, hugging you close. You breathe him in, the faint smell of beer, cologne and tobacco filling your nose. But it soothes you finally. “You danced and talked and drank for ages, had work on top of that too, course your battery would be done by the end of the fuckin day.”
He leans back just enough to see you, really take you in under the street light. And your perfect, sleep already in your eyes, makeup still in tact, curls a little frizzy but you’re gorgeous. He pecks your lips, “Next time we’ll leave sooner, just talk to me angel.”
“I didn’t want to make you upset.” You muttered, eyes wander but he lifts your chin, another peck. Then another. Five for good measure.
“You’d never. I’m here for you honey, always. You make the order I’ll make it happen. Remember that for me.”
You slowly nod, and he smiles. Taking your hand in his and leading the two of you home.
“Let’s get home, yeah? Take a nice bath together.” He hums, kissing your the knuckles.
a/n: no one cares but I think about one of my fav chronic smokers a lot.
cw: xPREGNANT FEM!READER, MORNING SICKNESS, VOMITING, fluff. Words 267.
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"It's okay, baby." Shiu murmurs as he holds your hair back in your bathroom in the dead of night as you empty last night's dinner into the toilet.
You sputter and wretch, whimpering as you sit back on your heels while your husband presses a damp washcloth against your neck, huffing as tears fill your eyes.
"I hate this."
"I know, dollface. You're a fuckin' champion..." He soothes as he leans over, shutting the lid and flushing the toilet. He blots your tears with a tissue and leaves your side for just one moment to fill a glass of water, helping you stand and letting you lean against him as he escorts you to the sink, rubbing your back and muttering praises as he helps you swish and rinse with water.
"Quit givin' your mommy so much trouble, little one..." He whispers, lovingly addressing your round belly as he gently untangles a strand of your hair that's snagged on your pearl stud earring.
The cold water feels like a godsend, almost as much as him. He looks you over, midnight gaze of his eyes gracing you by with quiet appreciation behind their tender assessment, the muted, measured ticks of the grandfather clock at the end of the hall fill the subdued air of the nighttime.
"Back to bed?" He asks with adoring inflection, and melts at your drowsy nod, the endearing wilt of your eyelids and the curl of your eyelashes dusted with signs of oncoming sleep.
"No need, angel." He whispers to you before scooping you in his arms as he carries you back to bed.
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