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as quick as love alarm was progressing compared to other dramas i’ve seen (usually wait ten eps for the first kiss and that’s it) it still seemed,, idk important for the story? n e way.

meteor garden is insanely messy like in the final episode daoming si just mentions everything dong shancai did that makes her so amazing and i honestly forgot they even did some of their things 😳 at one point they went to london and filmed in china town and i was just like ‘oh. i know that place’ and didn’t clock after that 😭

I GOT PEN ON THE BACK OF IT IM SO MAD AT MYSELF ✋✋✋✋✋ but come find me anyway lmao i got a changbin & minho film strip 🤪 can’t have anything nice around here and i learned my lesson the hard way.

i went through a phase when whenever i watched english tv i was like ‘why does this make sense without subs..’ and would be like squinting at the screen until it occurred to me that it was in english.

oh bruh i remember making a bank account the second summer bc my employer was like why tf do you not have a bank account ,, yeesh people had been paying by card for meals and stuff and not cash like the year before. so i made one and then she paid me in cash bc people started paying w cash 😐😑😐😑 i waitress so even though i get anxious about other things, i’m comfortable about waitressing so i am super nice to everyone. i am the designated person who orders for everyone (as long as you point at what you want in case i can’t remember everything i will say it). i know how important it is to be articulated to your server bc if they f up you get mad and they get mad bc ur mad and the chef gets mad bc the server f-ed up and the chef has to cook again and it’s a never ending circle of wishing you’d just gone somewhere else and i hate that. i also get mad at my fam when we go out bc the last time we went out (literally like two years ago now bc covid) there was a guy serving at this place we’re fairly frequent at and i was like maybe he’s training don’t be so mad at him for forgetting things just gently remind him! don’t cuss him out behind his back! there’s so much pressure about not pissing off your colleagues bc there’s a groove they’ve got and you’re just there not wanting to ruin it whilst also meeting customers needs!!

ive been waiting to pass my drivers test for over a year now bc covid has pushed it back and back and back again 😐 i finally get my next test date and i have to ask a different instructor for their car bc my instructor is on annual leave when my test is scheduled. i’m holding it together so i can ask an instructor, buy a car and yeet. the bus is okay but i need my own space sometimes.

i am good w my money im the jungkook of the working class. if there are pots and pans on the go i will take them. free food? count me in. i do have that broke b*tch mindset. although i don’t buy $300 white tshirts i will spend $200 on a day out 😃 and sis,, buy whichever one you like bc of the concept!! it’s always fun seeing the posters (personally i don’t put them up bc how am i gonna have sir johnny suh STARING at me while i get changed,, no THANK YOU) i’ll cry if i ever pull a yuta card bc he looks ✨spicy✨ in all of them.

i think i get what you’re saying about gg’s! boy groups have a wider range. eg, haechan hits those high notes and jeno/mark rap/sing quite low but girl groups can’t. unfortunately i feel like they rely on visuals heavier bc they don’t have the same range bg’s do. itzy are good!! i personally haven’t listen to a lot/watched a lot of their mv’s. i’m more into red velvet for their mv’s. im terrible at watching content so i am slowly working through bts’ content, monsta x’s content and ocassionally nct’s content. im gonna work on mamamoo next 🤞fake fans unite 😔✊✨

it’s so easy to feel invisible here. don’t worry. i’m here to brighten your day! much like a sunflower ~ 🌻

I cant really speak about the importance of the kiss in love alarm since i didnt watch more than the first ep, but i will trust you if you really say so ?? 😳 I WANNA WATCH METEOR GARDEN JUST FOR THE DRAMA DHSNSK

dude dont fucking test me i WILL find your address and i WILL visit you in your sleep and steal all your kpop stuff. MINHO FILM STRIP ??????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

i still watch english things w eng subtitles sometimes bc my first language isn't english so just in case i dont hear something i can always read it you know djsksk

this is my first job so i didnt have to have bank account before but now that i have it i feel very adult😩✋i am so old. i dont like it.

oh no i hate people that arent polite to waitresses like they are just doing their job and its so hard and stressful and i dont want to make their life harder so im just really anxious abt everything in my life ever.

i'm rooting for you on your driving test !! lets hope you make it after such a long time <3

JUNGKOOK OF THE WORKING CLASS NO- thats actually me. also free samples. give me all of them. also i think its completely justified to spend so much on a night out since its for the memories !! #yolo am i right

I AM SO TEMPTED TO ORDER THE ALBUM NOW 😭💔😭 i actually have my posters on my closet and i change inside the actual closet at all times bc me and my brother share a room, so no one's looking at me thankfully haha. well, i do have bts pics on the warderobe next to my bed as well so they watch me sleep every night but we dont talk about that. YUTA CARD i would cry. he for sure does look spicy half the time of his life.

i dont know that many rv songs (the audacity, i know) but seulgi... ah. i watched the sm new years concert and when she appeared i couldnt keep my eyes off her. i should really listen to more of their songs so if u have any recs i am all ears

thank you for brightening up my day sunflower ily mwah😔❤

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stanzoeywade · 4 years

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Dating Poppy Min-Sinclair

I lowkey headcanon Poppy to look like blonde Chungha, and omfg she looks so good in this gif.

Summary: An enemies to friends to lovers trope, sign me the fuck up. I hope you guys enjoy and if you want more please like or reblog. If you want to be added to the tag list please reply. :) I'm also working on the third part of my Poppy x MC series and I oop I'm gay.

Taglist: @somewillwin @origmansello @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @captain-hanadeleine

SFW

It was hate at first sight (sure, jan), but in all honesty your first impression of Poppy was that she was gorgeous. The scowl on her face did nothing to change your mind. The very first words she uttered to you was "Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about who she is. It's me you have to worry about.

As soon as those words leave her mouth, the only part of the sentence your brain focuses on is the word 'sweetheart' and the way she said it, voice dripping with sarcasm. It did nothing to stop you from thinking how hot Poppy was.

You're suddenly pulled away by Zoey, who tells you about the whole ranking system and she takes you out to hang out at a speakeasy, with your new outfit.

In order to get your mind off of Poppy, you decide to flirt with the stranger at the bar (who ends up being Professor Kingsley), but even as you spent time and slept with them, all you could imagine was Poppy, and how she would feel under you.

You learn that Poppy was the resident HBIC of campus, and a sort of rivalry forms between the two of you.

Poppy won't admit it to anyone but she actually found you attractive when she first saw you, even though you were wearing non-designer clothes. Probably annoyed that she actually found you attractive, she acts extra mean, because she's confused and not good with feelings. (PB please let me romance Poppy)

Not anyone is safe from Poppy's wrath, and its extra hard for you because she becomes extra mean, her words are harsher and actually stings a little.

Poppy seems shocked that you actually got hurt, and opens her mouth about to apologise until she remember that she's the queen bee, she doesn't apologise.

You don't back down and insults are exchanged between the two of you, whenever you meet or bump into each other.

Poppy actually starts to look forward to your banter with each other, and she makes an effort to bump into you a bit more.

When you learn of Kick-off day, you and the quarterbacks team up to create a performance for half-time.

Poppy for sure gets annoyed because who do you think you are trying to compete with her, the queen of Belvoire.

After you show her up and kiss Zoey, she feels a pang of jealousy, which she mistakes and takes out as anger against you. She has a meltdown, breaks up with Carter and everyone stares and start to berate her.

Poppy walks out the field and you run after her, feeling shitty because even if she was mean, she didn't deserve to be shit on in public like that. You feel really bad and run after Poppy to make sure she's okay.

You catch up to Poppy find her all the way on the other side of the campus, she's by herself and you see her crying her eyes out. Her eyes are red, and once you see her your heart breaks a little because seeing her like that made you feel like the worst human being, especially since she was crying because of you. Even though, she's crying she looks as beautiful as ever and you can't help but stare.

You approach her and she notices and sneers at you. "Come to kick me when I'm down? Go ahead, newbie. Here's your chance."

And if you thought you couldn't feel worse, you felt you heart break even more as the words escapes her lips.

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a sigh. "Look, you don't have to believe me but I just really wanted to apologise. Even if you were being mean, you don't deserve that." She eyes you suspiciously and says "What's it to you if I'm upset, Farmsville? Just fuck off, I don't need your pity."

Not backing down, you stare at her in the eyes and say sincerely. "I never really wanted to be part of this stupid ranking thing you guys have, I don't even want to be the queen bee. Especially, if it means that you or anyone else gets hurt in the process."

Poppy looks at you stunned, like she can't decipher why you're being so nice to her, and you continue "Plus, I can't say I didn't enjoy our banter, that was fun." You wink at her cheekily and she can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

You smile at her softly, happy that you managed to make her feel a little but better and you realise that Poppy has such a soft laugh and you want to hear it again.

Poppy's eyes soften as she stops crying. She looks at you and says "Thanks Farmsville, I needed that." You don't know whether your eyes are playing trick on you but you can swear that you can see her blush.

Meanwhile, Poppy feels her cheeks burn and her heart beat a bit faster. 'Damn you for being sweet.'

Smiling sincerely, you ask "Truce?" and Poppy raises her eyebrow at you amused but agrees albeit nonchalantly.

This then starts your sort of friendship with Poppy, but instead of hurling insults at each other, the both of you engage in playful banter (no one knows that you guys are friends). She turns a bit softer, in a way where she always looks at you with an inquisitive gaze to check if you were okay with the banter.

Cue the late night messages, where the both of you stay up late to talk about random nonsense that happened that day, or when Poppy's annoyed she sends you rants where she complains about how stupid everyone is, and vice versa.

Both of you being confused af because is she flirting with me or is she being nice???? (basically is he gay or European but lesbian) The two of you have each other's back, if someone says shit about either of you the other one is quick to defend. Zoey notices your change in attitude towards Poppy and she asks why you're defending your "enemy". You shrug it off by saying "If they're gonna say shit, they should say it to her face, not talk behind her back." Zoey finds that a little bit suspicious, but she doesn't say anything.

This then leads to an actual good support system for both of you, and an actual friendship is formed.

This is when Poppy realises that she actually has feelings for you, and she's quick to yeet out of there, because ewww feelings. She starts to act distant and you're confused because you think you did something wrong.

It's not that Poppy wants to avoid you, she's just really confused about her feelings and she doesn't want to ruin the friendship you two have. Chloe notices that Poppy is acting weird and decides to confront her about it.

Whilst Chloe is usually oblivious, even she suspects that something is going on between the two of you, and she begins to ask Poppy questions. That's when she finds out that Poppy has feelings for you. After her small 'EUREKA!' moment Chloe decides to tease Poppy, and queen bee is not amused. "If you tell anyone that I have a crush on her, I will have you cremated and eaten by the dogs." yells Poppy as Chloe just laughs in amusement.

Chloe lowkey trying to be a wingman, but Poppy tells her off and you just think that Chloe's just being weird, and it just confuses you even more. Like what???

Mutual pining, because the both of you are too stubborn to confess how you feel. Poppy just doesn't even know what to do because feelings. And you don't know whether she likes you back and don't want to risk your newfound friendship with her.

Cue Poppy seeing you flirt with someone else, (Carter, Zoey or Veronica or whoever) and Poppy loses her shit because she's jealous.

Thinking with anger and not her head, Poppy decides to kiss you in front of the whole school. Long story short, everyone sees and it's all over social media, that's how they find out that the queen bee has staked her claim.

Poppy is touch starved and craves affection. This probably comes with the fact that her parents weren't really the affectionate type, which is why she acts the way she does. Her parents probably ingrained it into her head that she has to be #1 for everything and anything below that is the same as being nothing.

She would never admit it but Poppy adores cuddling and lazy days where the both of you just chill out and share soft and sweet kisses, in which neither of you stop until your lips are bruised.

She's also the little spoon (fite me), and you don't mind because she's so soft and you're weak for her.

Poppy is also the type to pamper you with expensive ass gifts, even when you tell her that she doesn't have to give you anything, but it makes her happy so you're happy.

Waking up next to her is probably the equivalent of seeing an angel. She looks so peaceful when she's asleep and you can't help but stare because you don't have the heart to wake her up.

Poppy can't cook for shit, because why would she need to know how to cook, she's rich??? Probably so bougie she's never had fast food in her life, so the first thing you do is take her ass to McDonald's.

Arguments usually occur when both of you are stressed and this leads to angry make out sessions where both of you are marked up with hickeys for everyone to see.

This girl needs some TLC, so please be gentle and patient because she's not used to affection.

NSFW HCs

People probably think that Poppy's a pillow princess and sometimes you joke and tease her about it, but in all honesty she can top. Her strap game is impeccable, 10000/10 would reccomend again.

When you go down on her she always tugs at your hair, and you can't help but groan as her nails brush against your scalp. Additionally when she's bottoming, she becomes a little bratty and you have no choice but to play rough and she doesn't mind.

When the two of you argue, this can lead to some intense angry sex, all bets are off when you're arguing, everything is messy, rough and passionate. The two of you don't remember the reason why you were arguing after.

The moans, groans and noises that comes out of Poppy's mouth is music to your ears. It's probably the sexiest thing you've ever heard, and you can't get enough.

When she rides the strap, it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. The way her sweat clings to her body making it glisten, and the way her body moves and convulses as she's riding makes you go insane. 10000/10 would do again.

The type to annoy you by sexting you in class, purposely riling you up, she especially enjoys annoying you when it's Professor Kingsley's class because she's petty like that. It gets to the point where you're so riled up that you just get up and leave class. She loves sending you photos with nothing on but her underwear, almost always pink or white. It's one of her favourite past times really. You can't even get angry because each photo is so good so you can't complain.

She's also the type of girl to get flustered when you sext her back, and it's honestly the cutest thing. It becomes a game of who can rile up the other person more.

These are just my headcanons and you don't have to agree with them hope you enjoyed reading. :)

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #queen b poppy #queen b choices #queen b #queen b zoey #veronica lombardi #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices hcs #this is just my headcanons #makepoppyali2020 #poppydailychallenge #squint squint im working on another part of the fic but enjoy this first lmaoooooo #chloe st. james #chloe queen b

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min-youngis · 4 years

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gif not mine (but goddamn)

~ Pairing : Jackson Wang x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Lowkey Humour

~ Summary/Excerpt : It isn’t often you’re put in a position to play optimist in this relationship. That’s his job. You run on cynicism and a purely prepare for the worst, hope for the best attitude. But apparently, not tonight.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 1,639

~ Warnings : as the youths say, the f word and it isn't friendship

~ A/N : written for this prompt ("It'll get better, right?") from @challengingwords with uhhh some modification. idk what it is about their prompts that make me want to write jackson + fluff/comfort but god if it isn't fun. lets me put the burden of all my emotional constipation on this y/n bitch.

i'd love to hear feedback, spread the love!

masterlist in my description.

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You’re about to turn into the garage when you’re stopped by a sleek, black sedan blocking your way. Also pulling into the garage. In the inky darkness of the night only slightly illuminated by streetlamps, it seems to blend into the background.

Their windows are tinted, but you have no doubt as to who’s inside, waiting for you to make the next move. You know he can see you, though. With a small nod, you back up a bit, so he'll have space to enter first.

To your amusement, he lets out a quick, little honk, as if in thanks, before he turns the car in. You slowly follow behind, moving into the second space next to the one where he’s shutting his engine.

You busy yourself with switching off the radio and gathering your bag from the passenger seat, vaguely wondering what on earth the two of you are going to do for dinner, now that you’ve both reached at the same, late hour.

As you push your door open and clamber out, you notice him standing at the entry to the house, his bag in one hand and phone in the other, typing as he waits for you to reach him. At the sound of your car door closing, he looks up, tired expression being slowly lit up by a small smile that you can’t help but mirror.

“Hello,” he softly says, pocketing his phone in favour of gently tugging at your willing hand the moment you’re close enough so you’re pressed right up to his side, welcoming the warmth and support and affection after such a long day.

You hum in greeting, immediately sinking into his frame, head tipping up until you’re looking at his face, dark circles, short stubble and all.

Shucking your bag up so it rests in the crook of your elbow, you bring your arm up to delicately trace along a wrinkle on his forehead, smoothening it as he lets out a small whoosh of breath.

You feel him squeezing your hand that's still tucked in his before he bends his neck to rest his head on your shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut, body melting. You would’ve crumbled under the weight, with all his muscle mass and all, if he hadn’t dropped his bag and wound an arm around your waist, holding the both of you up.

The lights in the garage are bright and you’re still keyed up from work, all analysis and logic, so it’s without much of a thought that when you start carding your fingers through his brown dyed hair, it morphs into scrutinising the strands. You’ve taken to looking for breakage these days, and you get inordinately excited when you find some. It’s like the satisfaction that comes with ripping apart a split end.

You feel a tiny pinch on your hip as Jackson mutters against your skin. “Stop searching for damage.”

Unfazed at being caught, you merely give the top of his head a little pat as you reply, “Couldn’t find any today, anyway.”

You’re saved the bother of listening to him whine by a rumble that emerges from your stomach, causing you to give a sheepish smile and a shrug as he resurfaces from the nook between your neck and shoulder, fixing you with a concerned but amused grin.

He dramatically clucks in faux-impatience, like an elderly female helper who’s fondly annoyed at her young charge for not eating enough. Reclaiming your hand, he shoots one last beady look at you before walking into the house, you snorting as you willingly do the same, linked hands gently swinging.

“What do we do for dinner?” he asks as he lets himself fall backwards onto the couch, pulling you too, so you land next to him, both your necks craned up, eyes shut as you face the ceiling, bags on the floor.

“Takeout?” you mutter. The dim indoor lights and the cushions under you, Jackson’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand, all lull you closer to sleep.

You feel him shift and you tilt your head to the side, summoning enough energy to crack open a single eyelid only to see him looking sorrowfully at his stomach.

“Goodbye, diet,” he mumbles as he slowly gives his abdomen a small pat with his free hand.

He recovers admirably well, though, swiftly taking his phone out of his pocket and beginning to order your usual.

Smiling at his antics, you let your head roll back to its initial position, eyelid fluttering shut again. “Don’t worry, you still have your nasty smoothie to look forward to in the morning.”

You hear the light taps of his phone as he places the order, letting out a satisfied hum when he’s done and immediately dropping the device on the sofa next to him before leaning back once again.

He shuffles a bit, and the next thing you know, your hand is being repeatedly, insistently tugged in his direction. Confused, you open your eyes and straighten up.

“Jackson, what – oof!”

He sighs in contentment above you, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other tucked behind his head supported by the arm rest. You, on the other hand, need to adjust a bit before you can reach his level of comfort, squashed as you are into his chest. You grunt as you push your way up so your head is in its preferred, warm shoulder nook, Jackson being of very little help and only slightly loosening his hold so you can reach your destination.

You suppose this is punishment for dissing his beloved smoothie.

Like he can read your mind, he says, “It isn’t so bad. You should try it sometime.”

You respond with a disgusted expression he can’t see and an ‘Ew,’ that gets you a chuckle in response. You feel the rumble of his chest underneath you, and smile in satisfaction.

“Weekend off?” you ask lightly once he’s silent again, partly to make sure he doesn’t fall asleep before the food comes and partly to ascertain whether you’re going to be facing another Jackson-less weekend without putting too much pressure on him.

The air changes, becomes a little more serious as he subtly grounds himself and sighs before replying, “Only Sunday morning. Rest of it’s booked.”

You try not to let your disappointment show, try not to seem too disheartened or sorry that he just cannot seem to catch a fucking break, but you aren’t known for being particularly good at acting.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, misinterpreting your silence for annoyance at him and immediately, you’re in a rush to clamber up to assure him how many ever times as required that he has nothing to apologise for, that he’s doing what he loves and all you want is for him to be healthy and happy and how is he supposed to be getting any rest if he can’t even get a weekend off?

The words stop at the tip of your tongue, your damning shyness that flares up at the very thought of expressing any strong emotion making you halt. You face him, your body held up by your arms resting on his chest as you try catching his evasive eyes.

You know, that if he weren’t so tired, he wouldn’t be so quick to just skim the surface of your quietness, would probably realise the true meaning behind it, but right now, you understand the need for softness, delicateness, stubborn reassurance.

Summoning all your reserves, you gently move his chin so he’s looking at you. “When can you take a break?”

He clears up a bit, momentary insecurity fading at the reappearance of his regular confidence. “Another month,” he replies, resigned.

It isn’t often you’re put in a position to play optimist in this relationship. That’s his job. You run on cynicism and a purely prepare for the worst, hope for the best attitude. But apparently, not tonight.

“That’s not too long,” you say, attempting for a cheerful tone. It doesn’t properly hit its mark, only eliciting a humourless titter at your poor attempt at optimism.

“One day at a time,” you insist, making sure he doesn’t look away, making sure he understands the conviction in your voice, making sure he knows that there may not be anything you can do about his schedule but you’re there for him, just like how he’s been there for you all those countless times that you’ve had a packed calendar.

With a soft kiss, you assert, strengthened by the returning light in his eyes, “It'll get better, yeah?”

You relish the exhale he gives, waving away the grateful ‘Thank you,’ and delighting in the subtle tightening of his insofar limp arm around your waist. You look at him for a few more seconds, making sure he isn’t going to slip back down before shuffling lower so you can go back to your previous, very comfortable position.

“We need to get up for food,” he chuckles, but he makes no move to change positions.

“We'll get up when it comes,” you reply, reaching up with a searching hand and patting blindly at his face, seeking to pacify.

The next thing you know, your hand’s been caught in the gentlest of grips and you feel him brush his lips across your knuckle.

You whine in mild consternation and bashfulness as you burrow yourself deeper into his neck, unsuccessfully attempting to hide your blush from him as he laughs knowingly, satisfied like he had intended this reaction, your hand still held in his.

“Ew,” you repeat again, giving rise to a louder peal of laughter, your unseen pout slowly, unstoppably growing into a small grin, like it always seems to around him, your fingers that were frozen in anxiety loosening and smoothly tangling with his.

It’ll get better.

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irontinystar · 4 years

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“Hi, Tony”, Steve croaked, his hand now resting on the cold surface of a marble gravestone, “were you waiting for me?”

His words came out clear in the silence of the moment, broken only by the swift waves that crushed on the water edge.

Tony’s grave was something that for a long moment he didn’t even want to think about: the mere thought of the cold body of the man laying under a ton of dirt in the obnoxious darkness of a coffin used to cause him a deep and piercing pain in his old heart, that usually led him not to sleep for several nights straight.

But that early morning, when he had finally decided to go visiting Tony, Steve knew it was the right moment, that perhaps waiting was worth it, because he had not previously been ready to actually see and feel what was standing near him; a pale and glacial marble commemorative plaque erected among scrubs with a few sentences engraved on its surface:

“In loving memory of Tony Stark A fond husband, a caring father, a goodhearted friend.”

(...)

Goodhearted friend: yes, yes he was.

“Tony”, Steve screeched, looking at the ocean “for so many years, so much time, I convinced myself you had said meant to be. I know you did, did you?”

He sniffed a little “but what about now? It looks like we weren’t after all…” A seagull flied upon his head, in the middle of that painfully clear sky.

“Do you remember our first kiss?”, he muttered now smiling softly, “I still recall it when I feel sad. I think that is one of my happiest memories”.

It was a late evening when it happened. He was standing on the rooftop of the Avengers’ tower, looking at the night sky and the few stars that were slightly shining in the darkness. He had heard someone approaching him, and when he had turned around he had found Tony standing beside him.

Lately they had got along very well, and Steve had discovered that they were really a powerful duo when they decided to cooperate instead of arguing and fighting over everything.

He had learnt to understand Tony, the reason why he always had to laugh everything off with a joke just to prevent himself from getting hurt; the way his look darkened whenever someone hyped up the accomplishments of his father; how he was able to deliver motivational speeches when things seemed to be hopeless. He actually enjoyed finding out little details of Tony’s personality that no one else seemed to notice.

For the first few moments they talked about the mission they had undergone that day: Tony was really enthusiastic and while he was describing some particular scientific project he had found in the lab that they had to sequester, Steve found himself caught with the way the man was moving his hands, and how his eyes seemed to sparkle. He smiled involuntarily in complete awe as he felt his heart growing three sizes.

“Cap’?! Hey! You listenin’?” Steve came back to his senses and tried to shake off the expression of amusement he must have had on his face.

“What?”, he asked in confusion “yeah, of course. Keep going”.

Tony frowned “Were you listening, Cap’?” For a moment he seemed concerned, as if Steve was really minding his own business.

“Yes, I told you so! Coordinates, numbers, technological stuff… go on”, he mocked, then added “just, you know, don’t call me Cap’. You can call me Steve.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Tony apologised, laughing a little “I thought only friends were allowed to call you by your birth name.”

Steve shook his head now grinning, “we are friends, Tony”. He rolled his eyes, asking himself why the man always pretended to humble himself.

A brief silence followed Steve’s reassurance, then Tony raised his brow looking thoughtful. “Really? Friends?”, he asked, absorbed “thought friends didn’t look at each other like this”.

Steve’s heart lost a beat as he nervously mumbled “like what?!”. At the same time he regretted asking.

“Like you want to take off my clothes”.

Steve blushed intensely and his heart began racing at a very high speed. He felt like he had been caught off guard as he began stuttering “I don’t- I do not- I don’t want to-”

“What?” Tony asked innocently trying to force Steve into explaining himself further “what is that you do not want?”

“I don’t want to- you know what”, he affirmed angrily, his cheeks burning like fire.

“Actually, I don’t” Tony kept on teasing him.

Steve rolled his eyes once again, this time with a sense of frustration “Why do you always have to act like this, Stark?!” He was feeling really annoyed by his attitude, but at the same time his heart was beating faster and faster as he tried to calm down himself, also hoping Tony wouldn’t notice his quite undeniable blush.

“Oh, so now we’re no longer friends?” Tony looked clueless, while pointing at the two of them “Stark seems quite of detached, if you ask me”, he mumbled thoughtful.

“You know what I meant”, Steve repeated. He drew closer to Tony with an expression of annoyance and lowkey anger because of the embarrassment he had put him in.

Tony approached him too, his brow still raised “You keep saying it but I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled a little, then proceeded further “honestly, I don’t even get why you’re always so stiff: just relax a little bit, perhaps?!”

Steve got now more irritated as he kept on pointing his eyes upon himself or on the ground just to avoid looking Tony in his eyes “I’m not stiff”, he stated angrily “Actually, you are the problem, you know?”

Tony looked interested in this change of pace so Steve added “Yes, Stark. You are the problem. Wanna know why?”

Tony mumbled out an enlighten me, but Steve was already talking without waiting for his permission “Things wouldn’t be so complicated if you just acted like a normal human being, you know, just knowing when it’s the right time to laugh or- or- to joke about a situation, or, I don’t know, make a pun or something. No, you always have to make fun of everything, always have to embarrass people just to make your ego grow bigger as if it was some kind of accomplishment.”

“Huh- looks like someone is stressed out”, Tony teased once again.

“This! This is it! You’re doing it once again!” Steve snapped, opening his eyes wide “I can’t stand you!”, he almost shouted, and he seemed so out of himself that he started to ask himself what really was the problem.

“I swear I do not understand what is that I’m doing!”, this time Tony raised his voice, getting closer to Steve and actually looking like he couldn’t get what he was getting wrong.

Steve looked him in the eyes, not able to look away now that the man was standing so close that he could almost feel the heartbeat of Tony and not just his own.

“You-” he stuttered “You’re always- flirting or something”.

“Flirting?!” Tony chuckled “I was joking! You know, two friends kidding around. Nothing sexual, buddy.” He looked really satisfied with his reply, and he grinned naively when Steve flushed once again.

“Well- I don’t like this kind of jokes, so I’m asking you to stop.”

At this point Tony got rid of his look of innocence and just straight up snorted “You know what, Rogers? I’m tired of you, you’re so boring. People can’t even dare to say something funny around you because you’d look them with that look of disappointment of yours. When you enter the room, we have to cut off every fun we were having and just pretend to be all serious and focused on whatever the hell of a mission we are doing because God forbid we’re enjoying ourselves.”

Tony looked a little heated up as he was pointing his finger at Steve’s chest “Wanna know what more? I have tried so so hard to entertain you, to make you laugh or something, even smile, but nope! You can’t even do that, because everything -everything- is deadly serious to you!” He rolled his eyes and kind of laughed in distress “And now you have just made me be so rude to you, you have created this whole drama just because you couldn’t repeat -as a damn joke- that you wanted to rip off my clothes!”

“What-?! No!” Steve yelled “That is not true!” He felt quite hopeless, almost shaking with his face burning.

“Yes, yes it is true!”

“That is not- I-”

“Then what, ‘Cap?! What?! What is it?” Tony approached him even more, as he kept pointing at him with a kind of rage in his voice “Huh? Wanna tell me what it is? Or am I making you uncomfortable?!”

“Shut up!” Steve shouted, now so close to the man in front of him.

“Make me”.

He looked into Tony’s eyes for a second, wanting to punch him in the face just to show him who was the boss down there, so he pulled Tony by his shirt, and for a moment the man seemed kind of concerned, but Steve erased that look of dismay from his face when he pressed his lips on his mouth with such rage that he amazed his own self.

At first Tony startled but once Steve opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, the man just let it go and surrendered to the blonde’s tongue.

Steve’s rush was something unexpected to Tony and in any other time he would have not allowed him to take the control of the situation, but the way that usually prim man was now grabbing his legs to lift him on his hips made him forget any purpose of standing up for himself.

Steve seemed astonished too by his own initiative, considering that until the very last moment he wanted to just straight up hit the man in his face, and now, while he was tasting Tony’s mouth and holding his back with his hands, he quite thanked himself to have sticked to a more peaceful way to assert himself.

“I was actually hoping for you to do this a long time before, Steve”, Tony mumbled, his lips red because of the heat of the kiss, his eyes glimmering of lust.

Steve grinned, looking him in the eyes: he had fantasised about this for so much time, but he had always admonished himself that it was not going to happen, that they were just friends and that the man was friendly with anyone so he shouldn’t let it go to his head.

But being able to actually feel Tony on his own lips; to look him in the eyes at such little distance; to hear Tony’s heartbeat racing that fast and knowing that he had caused that rush, made him understand that perhaps, sooner or later, he would have found himself in that situation no matter what: it could have been a year before, or it could have been a day after, or even in a remote future, but the two of them would have found their way to each other anyway.

“Why you standing there just smiling and looking at me like I’m some kind of a baby?!” Tony pouted, faking grudge “act like a man and kiss me again, damn!”

Steve cackled and looked him in the eyes once again glad that he could deal with such a touchy man. He kissed Tony softly, then changed his look into a more resolute one. “I’m gonna take off your clothes” he stated, and while Tony was heavily letting out a thanks God, they were kissing once again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20414500

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Dr NAKAMOTO

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

Fafa's note: ahhh hello~ the story is super long and I apologise if the quality isn’t as good. I hope you enjoy it!

summary: in which Yuta, a scary and intimidating doctor suddenly develops feelings for a resident who was working under him, you.

Pairing: doctors! Yuta x female reader

genre: FLUFF

• He’s a neurosurgeon.

• Super serious

• A member of “handsome doctors” group.

• Has a smile that can make anyone swoon

• Rarely smiles though. Unless with friends, family and patients.

• Everyone is intimidated by him.

• But he isn’t an asshole to the residents and interns. He’s just firm with them.

• “A hospital is no place for funny business.” you’ll always hear him say this. Which is true.

• Tough demeanour

• But super soft on the inside uwu

• Has a soft spot for Dr Dong. “SICHENG NOTICE ME!” “DR NAKAMOTO STAHPPP.”

• Drinks black coffee but will get a green tea or hot chocolate once in a while.

• MAKE SURE TO ADD MARSHMALLOWS TO HIS HOT CHOCOLATE!

• Dyes his hair and doesn’t get into trouble. I don’t know how he does it.

• “Is Dr Nakamoto’s hair purple?” “Wasn’t it grey the other day?” Nobody dares to ask though.

• Will always offer to pay but secretly hopes he doesn’t have to when paying for dinner with the guys.

• Sorta scared of the emergency ward. Johnny has to go to him if he wants to hang out

• Resting bitch face is strong with this one, he looks really hot though. You could see him from a mile away and feel goosebumps grow. He’s that powerful. “Is it cold or something? Oh wait, no it’s Dr Nakamoto.”

• But will nod in acknowledgement to patients.

• Legend says if you smile to him he might smile back.

• Nurses constantly talk about him. Oh, he knows by the way. He just doesn’t say anything.

• SUPER SOFT FOR HIS PATIENTS. LITERALLY ALL SMILES AND COMFORTING WORDS.

• Hangs out with Dr Jung a lot. Also because Dr Jung is very curious on how the human brain works. Dr Nakamoto just goes along with it.

• “YUTA I HAVE QUESTIONS.” “That’s Dr Nakamoto in the work place and I’ll only answer them over coffee and cake.”

• What’s it like to work with him?

• You need to be dedicated and focused.

• Expect a lecture once in a while.

• He really loves and appreciates those who work with him. He just doesn’t show it. If he ever says “good job today.” “you did well.” “keep it up.” Its short for YOU GUYS ARE GREAT AND TALENTED I LOVE ALL OF YOU PLEASE DON’T GIVE UP.

• Loves to bully Mark and Donghyuck.

• “I’m a better doctor than Mark right?” “I like Jaemin.” “but Jaemin is a nurse.” “Your point is?” “ARE YOU SAYING WE’RE BOTH BAD DOCTORS?” “I gotta go finish my paperwork.”

• Worries for his friends sanity sometimes but loves them no matter what.

• “Yuta, why do we have fingertips but not toe tips. BUT WE TIP TOE AND NOT TIP FINGER? YUTA WHAT?” “Taeil you should come in for a check up sometime. I’m genuinely worried for what’s going on in there.”

• But sometimes he hits blunt too.

• “Sicheng, do you think fish see water? Like we don’t see air. Holy shit.” “Uhm…”

• Pays attention to everything. “Did you use a new perfume?” “yeah, I am. I’m surprised you noticed.”

• Secretly wants to find love but doesn’t know how.

• Then you walked into his life.

• You were a resident who was working under Dr Nakamoto. At first, you were under the impression that he didn’t like you. Then again, he didn’t really like all the the residents.

• But he noticed how you were always writing reminders and notes. You were skillful and made sure there wasn’t a mistake in your work. He found your bubbly personality quite questionable at first but after a while he got used to it.

• “Are you alright?” “I’m just tired, finish these up for me.” which you will. He always wondered why you never complained with the amount of work he gave until one day he asked.

• “You never whine or silently curse like your colleagues, why is that?” “I make sure I’m not a burden to you. The last thing I want you to feel is that I’m not serious about this. This is my dream and I’ll do anything to make sure it comes true.”

• After that, he trusted you with a lot of tasks. He knew you were the best one out of your whole group and you were also happy that he trusted you.

• You actually grew closer. Having silly arguments and all. You had a small crush on him but you ignored it.

• “Cereal first then milk. Period.” “Nah, milk then cereal.” “Doc, you’ve got serious problems.” “Excuse you, but the cereal doesn’t get as soggy as fast.”

• He usually lets you win

• Sometimes it’s actually serious though but its never gotten so bad where you’d avoid each other. He became really scary that one time you mixed up a bunch of papers. He was really pissed at you and you snapped causing you to get your emotions in the way.

• “I can’t believe you mixed up the papers Y/N. I’m disappointed in you.” “I’m so sorry.” “You should be. You’ve just wasted my time. Did you know that those files hold very important information about each and every one of my patients? Because of you, now I will need to- ” “I didn’t mean to, okay? Did you think I wanted that to happen? No, I didn’t.” Your voice breaking. You walked off, slightly teary.

• You were having a tough day. Your family cat had fallen ill, you couldn’t sleep, a patient vomited on you and overall you just had a really shitty day. He was shocked. That was the first time anyone has ever snapped at Yuta.

• He would normally be super frustrated but that day, his chest hurt when he saw you walk away.

• He had let you cool off first then you found a cookie with a note that said “are you okay? I’m sorry for yelling at you. Forgive me?” in your bag. You knew he didn’t show emotions well, so the fact he did that made your heart swell. That was when your feelings for him began to grow.

• At first, he didn’t understand why he cared about your feelings so much. He ignored it for so long.

• “I shouldn’t be treating her like this. All residents need to be treated equally but I can’t help but.. care for her.” He told Taeyong. Taeyong looked at his confused friend. “Yuta, I have a few questions for you. When she’s with her male colleagues, how do you feel?” “Honestly, a bit annoyed. The way they talk to her its just so irritating.” “Okay, how bout when she’s happy? What makes her happy?” “I get this warm feeling when I see her happy. She gets really excited when she accomplish things.” “Okay, final question. Do you hate seeing her sad?” “Of course! she gets teary eyed and pouty. I DON’T KNOW IT JUST HURTS.” Taeyong merely laughed.

• “Yuta.. you like her.” Yuta was staring at Taeyong. He hasn’t liked anyone since middle school. “Are you sure?” “Yuta, you get jealous seeing her with other guys. You are happy when she’s happy and you never want to see her sad because you get sad yourself. The last time we spoke of the residents, you didn’t care for any of their feelings. You. Like. Her.”

• You guys were back to normal but he seemed quieter than usual.

• You didn’t know why he was quiet and you decided to change that. You told him your jokes.

• Even though the jokes were really bad, he would eventually let out a chuckle. Followed by “Gosh, you’re really lame sometimes.” But he loved having you around anyways. He knew you were trying your best to make him happy.

• The doctors noticed how his mood has changed lately. He wasn’t as serious all the time.

• “Look, I’m not saying I didn’t like it BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO TICKLE ME.”

• That was when Taeyong decided to tell the group about Yuta’s little crush.

• “WAIT, SO YOU’RE TELLING US THAT OUR BROODING AND SERIOUS BEST FRIEND IS DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR A RESIDENT?” “Yep” “Doesn't he hate the residents though?” “Oh, he still does. Except for that certain one.”

• They would occasionally ask how you were and that one time Johnny and Jaehyun joined you for lunch.

• “Y’know, finding the one can make you really happy.” Jaehyun said out of the blue. “Yeah, I gotta thank Dr Nakamoto for introducing the love of my life to me. I wish he had someone too.” Johnny said as he drank his coffee. “Uhm yeah. That would be nice.” you said awkwardly. “WELL, I MEAN HE’S BEEN REALLY LONELY AND- OH MY GOD YUTA. HEY!” Johnny dropped his spoon as he saw Dr Nakamoto standing behind you. “Uhuh, who were you talking about, Johnny?” your lunch break was over so you decided to YEET.

• “Well, it was nice having lunch together. Thank you!” you walked past Dr Nakamoto and he gave you a little smile.

• They were about to leave before Yuta stared at them causing them to sit back down. “Well, you see, Y/N is such a great person and-” “You guys, I know that you all know. Doyoung asked me about it.” he plopped down in one of the seats. “We’re really happy you found someone, y’know.” Jaehyun smiled. “I don’t think she feels the same way though...”

• The other residents were lowkey jealous of how the other doctors were treating you but they teased you about it though.

• “Y/N your favourite doctor is looking for you.” “what?” “Dr Nakamoto?” “guys.. stop.” As you run away.

• “Y/N, its urgent please come to my office.” You received a text from Dr Nakamoto. You were already on the way there.

• “Doc?” because you were typically close with him, he didn’t mind if you called him that. Only you though.

• “Hey, uhm so I wanted to talk to you about something.” For the first time, the confident Dr Nakamoto was nervous.

• “Sure! About?” you waited for his reply until he shook his head. “Uh, you are finally ending your residency in a week.” You nod, not sure what he was trying to say. “What I wanted to say was…” you waited. Secretly hoping. “I’M TREATING ALL OF YOU FOR DINNER THE DAY YOU GUYS BECOME DOCTORS.” You smile a bit. Slightly disappointed but still happy. What a goof.

• “Thank you doc. I’ll tell the rest of them.” You walked out.

• “You idiot.” Yuta muttered to himself as he plopped back into his chair. “Why can’t you just tell her?” he huffed.

• You told everyone and they were excited.

• A week has passed and you and your colleagues were officially doctors.

• Yuta came up to you. “Congratulations Y/N. Here.” He gave you a small box.

• You were shocked that he got you a gift. “Thank you, Dr Nakamoto. You shouldn’t have.”

• He smiled and walked away. You got a text from him. It was the address to the restaurant.

• Everyone was out of their scrubs and was now wearing their casual attire. You opt for an over sized sweater and tucked it into your jeans. You paired it with heeled boots. You opened up the gift he gave you and you smiled. It was a bracelet with stars. You have mentioned how much you loved stargazing. You were surprised that he remembered. You carefully picked it up and wore it. Finally, you tied your hair into a messy bun.

• You looked great.

• Dr Nakamoto hasn’t actually seen you outside of work before, so when he saw you he literally chocked on his water.

• “Doc, you okay?” you sat across from him. He was wearing a white dress shirt. He unbuttoned the first two buttons and rolled his sleeves to his elbows.

• You couldn’t help but look because hot damn.

• “Yeah, just saw… something.” He continued to sip on his water.

• The dinner was great, some doctors couldn’t drink because they were working that night including you two.

• You couldn’t help but notice how… happy Dr Nakamoto looked. He barely smiled or laughed in front of many people.

• He also invited the other doctors which caused many of the customers at the restaurants to stare at the group of good-looking men.

• You didn’t notice how you were staring at him. He turned to you and gave you a sweet smile, making you look down. You blushed, hard. Dinner was over and Yuta obviously paid, like he promised. Taeil sighed in relief.

• “Hey Doc! Wait up!” you called for Yuta. Both of you were working tonight, so you thought you could just walk back with him.

• He turned around, his jacket in his hand while his other hand was in his pocket. Man, he looked great. His shirt was tucked into his fitting pants. His hair pushed back. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You cocked an eyebrow. “I’m on duty tonight. I thought we could walk back together.” He nodded. “Sure. C’mon.”

• The walk was quiet. It wasn’t awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

• “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” “What is it?”

• “I… I really-” a raindrop fell onto his cheek. Both of you looked at each other before rain began to pour.

• “Are you serious?” he muttered, you were trying to cover your head from the rain.

• Yuta suddenly pulled you closer to him as he covered the both of you with his jacket. “Let’s run.” You both ran to the closest bus stop. You both laughed together. He stopped and stared at you, a smile on his face.

• “Y/N.” He called. You face him and saw him coming closer to you. “I swear to god, I hope this works.” You were about to question him but then his strong hand held onto your waist and pulled you to his chest, while his other hand holds your face gently. His lips on yours, moving slowly. You were shocked at first but you wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him back.

• “You have no idea how nervous I am. You’ve been occupying my mind for the longest time. You’re an extraordinary person Y/N. When I first met you, I didn’t really think much besides how gorgeous you are. When I got to know you, I began to realise you were different. How calm you are when you speak to patients or how passionate you are while working. At first, I thought I only liked you because you weren’t like the rest of the residents but then i was wrong. I liked you because I was developing very strong feelings for you. I realised this the day I made you sad. Seeing you makes me happy, hearing you laugh gives me a warm feeling. When I see you sad, I just want to give you a hug and tell you everything was going to be okay. Basically, I.. I really like you Y/N. So, so much.” he stopped. You could hear his shallow breaths. You hugged him, resting your head on his chest.

• He sighed, hands wrapped around your waist. You suddenly let go and began pacing, he watched you intently before you turned around “WAIT HOLD ON. SO, YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?” he nodded, confused as to why you were pacing around.

• “YOU’RE TELLING ME I COULD’VE BEEN WITH YOU EARLIER? DR NAKAMOTO YUTA I SWEAR TO GOD. I’VE HAD A CRUSH ON YOU FOR THE LONGEST TIME. I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME and oh my god I need to shut up.” As you noticed his amused expression.

• He laughed so hard that he was clutching onto his stomach. You both laughed until you realised the rain had stopped. The both of you walked back to the hospital, hand in hand. He looked down at your hand and grinned, seeing the bracelet he gave on your wrist.

• So, what was he like when you were together?

• Well, S W E E T.

• Writes you cute notes and leaves them on your laptop.

• “Ms Y/N, you’re leaving the stars jobless. You are glowing.” “Y’know how you were wondering on what to do on your free day, wanna go on a hike? I found a mountain with a beautiful view and I wanna share it with you my love.” “I can’t wait for our date later, aka our coffee break ♡” “Just wanted to remind you that I love you very much. And I’m hungry. Meet me at the cafeteria in an hour! ♡♡♡”

• Quick pecks right before a surgery. Coffee dates and walking around parks. He liked listening to you when you talked and when you were angry about something, he’ll comfort you and he’ll play with your hair. After you cooled down, he would advice you on your problem. When he was angry, all he wanted to do was to take a nap with you. It always calmed him down.

• You were each others support systems.

• You love Yuwin. *Yuta hugs Sicheng* “AHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEE!” “I DON’T DESERVE YOU Y/N.” “gUYS!”

• Yuta was so public like HE MADE SURE EVERYONE KNEW YOU GUYS WERE DATING.

• The guys would TRY to tease him but he would always stare at them dead in the eye before they could even continue

• “So, how’s datin-” “Jungwoo.” “Uh I have to go pee.”

• But loves to tease you. Especially in front of the guys

• *stares at him* “So, are you going to kiss me or what?”

• *the guys stare at him with wide eyes* “Well goddamn Yuta.”

• Doesn’t matter though, you love him a lot and he loves you just as much.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologise if there are mistakes.

Credits to owner of the photo.

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