you can cook for me

Four Word . Prompts

  • “Please, come with me.”
  • “You’re always number one.”
  • “I can’t do this.”
  • “I won’t let you.”
  • “Maybe I’m just crazy.”
  • “I’m not even sorry.”
  • “Honestly, just stop it.”
  • “I believe in you.”
  • “Don’t be an ass.”
  • “Who were you with?”
  • “Please talk to me.”
  • “I can’t trust you.”
  • “I need you, though.”
  • “Don’t be fucking rude.”
  • “Is that my shirt?”
  • “So, it was you.”
  • “I need to go.”
  • “Just stay with me.”
  • “You can trust me.”
  • “Alright, I love you.”
  • “I’m sorry, but no.”
  • “Will you help me?”
  • “You’re a terrible cook.”
  • “Can you shut up!?”
  • “You love me, right?”
  • “I really need you.”
  • “I don’t love you.”
  • “I’m not doing this.”
  • “I really need you.”
  • “You don’t want me.”
  • “Let me help you.”
  • “You’re such a bitch.”
  • “I can’t do this.”
  • “You think you’re funny?”
  • “Hey, I said stop!”
  • “Will you marry me?”
  • “Wanna go out sometime?”
  • “I don’t want this.”
  • “You always this quiet?”
  • “Are you fucking insane!?”
  • “I don’t want you.”
  • “I’m not wearing that.”
  • “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
  • “This was never right.”
  • “You look really tired.”
  • “I’m out of here.”
  • “You need to go.”


our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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listen i wanna see hunk and shay in a long distance relationship pls im beggin

  • What if hunk makes a communicator for her so she can talk to him whenever she wants and vice versa?
    • Shay sends mostly texts because he knows Hunk can be in a battle somewhere or on a mission so she knows that Hunk won’t respond right away and he can read those texts when he’s out of danger
      • Her texts are all lowercase with several exclamation points because she’s incredibly happy and bright! She also tries to use emojis but when she DOES look through them most of them are earth stuff and she asks about them
      • Shay: hunk, do you know what this is ???
      • Shay:  🥞
      • Hunk: Those are pancakes, a delicacy on Earth!
      • Shay: oh !!! pancakes !!! they sound delicious !!!
      • Hunk: They absolutely are!
      • Shay: you can cook, right ??? do you wanna make me some pancakes next time you are visiting ???
      • Hunk: You can’t see these tears but I am crying and I love you
    • Hunk prefers video calling! Shay prefers that too but she knows that she doesn’t know exactly when to call him because of obvious reasons
      • They talk about stuff that’s happened in their lives! Fighting, ceremonies, etc.
        • Hunk loves talking about maths and engineering and earth and food, and Shay loves learning about new things! Since her people have been freed from the Galra, she’s been learning about the Balmeran culture and history, and she LOVES to talk about her going on adventures and exploring the surface of the Balmera
        • She high-key loves it when Hunk rambles on and on about maths because she loves learning and she loves Hunk and Hunk explains things so simply and passionately and she thinks it’s so CUTE
      • They can talk for literally hours on end
      • Shiro: *knocking on the door politely* Hunk, you’ve been talking to Shay for like 3 quintants. Please go to sleep.
      • Hunk: Sorry! Shay was just telling me about the Balmeran history and-
      • Shiro, who LOVES history: Wait what? why didn’t you tell me I love history!
      • *insert montage of Shiro learning about the Balmera, to the tune of the Mii Channel music*
  • When they DO meet up, they’re just together all the time like omg they missed each other so much
    • They take like, 3209489024 pictures, mostly selfies and stuff of their lil adventures on the Balmera, or just chillin in the Castle of Lions
    • Shay loves snapchat filters
    • In fact, they both love trying to get filters on the other’s face without them realising it
      • Their stories essentially become competitions for how many candids they can take of the other with filters on their faces
      • Shay is incredibly good at sneaking up and taking those photos tbh. She usually wins
Cuddles || Fred Wesley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Request: yes

You shifted, your eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light leaking in through the curtains. You let out a small yawn, trying to slide out of your boyfriends grip. His arm tightened around your waist, a fond smile ghosting your lips as you looked over your shoulder at him. He pretended to be asleep, snoring obnoxiously with a small smile on his face. You rolled over so your nose was brushing his slightly, bringing a hand up to brush across his jaw.

“I know you’re not asleep,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I need to start breakfast, I want your mom to like me.”

“She loves you already, and if she doesn’t then oh well you’re warm and I’m comfortable so you’re not allowed to get up,” he huffed, peaking open one eye to give you a pleading look. “Stay? Please?”

“Fred we can’t just lay in bed all day,” you reminded him as you slid down to place your head on his chest anyways. You wrapped your arm around his waist, brushing your fingers across the exposed skin of his hip.  “You are pretty warm yourself.”

“So stay with me, we can cook dinner for everyone later and just lay here until we get sick of each other,"  he sighed contently, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

"I’m sick of you both already,” George snickered, sliding out of his bed on the other side of the room and pulling on his pajama pants. “I’m going downstairs where hopefully there’s a lot less mush.”

“You’re just mad because I have someone to cuddle and you don’t,” Fred teased, throwing up his free hand to catch the pillow George threw at him.

“You do realize Angelina has a crush on you right?” You asked him, sitting up slightly so you could properly look at him.

“Johnson? You’re mad, she likes Oliver,” George snorted, grabbing a t shirt from the end of his bed and pulling it on.

“No she doesn’t, she got mad at me when Fred asked me out because she thought he was you until she got up close,” you shrugged, casting an amused look at Fred. “Now that I’m up I might as well make breakfast.”

“See what you’ve done,” Fred huffed at his twin, sliding out of bed after you. “Ten more minutes is all I wanted.”

“You said all day mate,” George reminded before you could say anything, a soft laugh escaping your lips as Fred narrowed his eyes.

You snuck out of the room as the two of them began arguing over what Fred had really said. As you crept down the stairs you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You fought back a smile, removing the arms gently.

“I’m going to cook, you can’t stop me,” you chuckled, turning to press a light kiss to his cheek. Turning back around, you took the stairs two at a time and quickly arrived in the kitchen. “Hi Mrs.Weasley, do you need any help?”

“Oh thank you Y/N, would you mind starting the bacon and sausage?” She asked breathlessly, running around the kitchen in an attempt to have everything ready in time.

“Sure,” you smiled, making your way over to the stove. As you turned on the eye you felt the familiar arms encircle your waist again. “Fred if you’re going to be in the way you might as well help, take the bread out will you?”

Reluctantly Fred stepped back, and took the bread from the oven. Mrs. Weasley watched wide eyed as he helped you prepare breakfast without much of a fight, only stopping every now and again to peck your cheek or the crown of your head. With three people working breakfast was ready within minutes. After setting the table and calling everyone down, you took your seat between the twins and began to eat.

“Arthur dear you will never believe what Y/N accomplished,” Mrs.Weasley spoke to her husband with a hint of admiration in her voice, catching everyone else’s attention.

“What did she do dear?” Mr.Weasley asked with an amused smile, sending you a small wink.

“She got Fred to cook! He cooked half of this meal and didn’t even argue with her about it!” Mrs.Weasley exclaimed, causing multiple people to choke on their juice and food.

“You say that like I never help out,” Fred grumbled, poking his eggs with his fork grouchily. You gave him a small smile, placing your hand on his leg and giving it a soft squeeze.

“It’s not that you don’t help out when asked love, it’s that she has to ask multiple times,” you snickered, watching the deep blush creep up his neck.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, shoving a fork full of food into his mouth to everyone’s amusement.

“After we eat we can go back up to the room and cuddle okay?” You promised him quietly as everyone went back to their own conversations. He gave you a bright smile, and stole your bread.

You laughed loudly as Fred threw you over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time before plopping you on his bed. He kicked the door closed, jumping into bed beside you and resting his head on your stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered, causing your heart beat to pick up.   You had been together for a few months but neither of you had said those three words yet, although you had known for a long time that you loved the red haired boy laying on you. You brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair, a smile on your lips.

“I love you too,” you admitted, laughing softly when he shot up to look you in the eyes.

“Do you mean it?” He asked, his voice hopeful. You slid your hand down the side of his face, brushing the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip.

“I love you, and you can’t stop me,” you teased, leaning forward to press your lips to his. He brought his hand up to cup the back of your neck, deepening the kiss slightly.  When you pulled away, a content smile was on his lips.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

“Good thing you’re stuck with me then.”

Sam Cooke, the American soul singer behind the iconic A Change is Gonna Come, was shot and killed just 11 days before the song was due to be released. Bertha Franklin, a motel manager said Cooke attempted to rape and rob her while she worked a night shift, although this has never been proven. Police found the 33-year-old singer’s body with a single gunshot wound through the heart, his last words were recorded on the phone call of Bertha Franklin to police; In the background Mr. Cooke can be heard sobbing “Miss, you shot me. Why’d you shoot me?”. The crime has been widely disputed as being premeditated and racially motivated, following Cooke’s powerful criticism on the racial tensions of 1960s America.

Proximity (01)-My Place at Six

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

Warnings: fluffy, some language

Proximity (00)-Prologue, Proximity (02)-Just My Neighbor, Proximity (03)-Forty Percent, Proximity (04)-Writing My Goodbyes, Proximity (05)-If You Want, Proximity (06)-Oblivion, Proximity (07)-IDFCProximity (08)-Last Night, Proximity (09)-Boo at the Zoo pt.1,

“Really, (Y/N),” Sebastian grumbled as his neighbor turned friend approached the table they normally sat at together. “It’s seven in the morning and you’re already calling me a diva on Instagram?”

“You’re the one who ordered two drinks,” she teased in reply and sat down across from him, dropping her canvas satchel in the seat beside her.

“One’s for caffeine and the other is for taste,” he huffed as if she should have predicted that. “Besides, it’s going to be a long morning for me,” he sighed again as he tapped his pen against the table. “And I’m not a fucking weirdo who gets five shots of espresso like some people,” he said before locking eyes with her.

“That was one time and it was by accident,” (Y/N) protested as she sipped her latte.

“You fell asleep in the cab!” he laughed. “I had to carry you to your apartment!”

“And I’ve learned from my mistake,” she sighed. “Only two shots…for now.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at (Y/N) as she flipped her watch to face her.

“You better not get another coffee when you get to campus,” he chastised her.

“Says the guy who already had a cup in his apartment and then buys two more,” she laughed, an arrogant smirk falling onto her lips.

“How do you know I had one this morning?” he quickly asked her and looked up from his work.

“Your coffee maker is like Shocky from How I Met Your Mother; my lights flicker every time you use it.” Slowly, her eyes crept over the table and landed on the papers tucked beneath his arms. “What are you working on?” she asked, trying to pluck the sheets from his grasp.

“Top secret! Sorry, civilians aren’t allowed to see,” he teased while shoving he papers away from (Y/N).

“Marvel is really buckling down on you guys, huh?” she asked while continuing to sip on her drink.

“After Tom Holland forgot to turn his script in,” Sebastian muttered under his breath.

“Come on, cut him some slack,” (Y/N) pestered Sebastian in return by shoving his arm. “He burnt the script as soon as he got home.”

“Or that’s what he wants you to think!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at Sebastian as he sipped his iced coffee.

“Okay, Seb, calm down,” she chuckled, “your Mackie is showing.”

“It’s seven thirty, don’t you have Psychology and the Legal System in half an hour?” Sebastian asked as he checked the time on his phone.

“Damn, do you have my whole schedule in there?” she asked while propping herself up on her elbows and leaning over the narrow table to look at his phone screen, leading him to laugh at her sarcastically. “My professor canceled this morning, but I do have to run into the library before my next class and print off my report.”

“The one for Maladaptive Behaviors and Psychopathology?”

“Seriously, Sebastian, do you have my schedule memorized or something?” she laughed as she shifted her book bag onto her shoulder, preparing to make the short hike to John Jay College for Criminal Justice.

“I like to know when I’ll be seeing you again,” he said wit ha smile in his voice. “Plus you slam your door when you leave, let your books and papers lay scattered around your apartment, and meticulously date things.”

“Well, I’m sorry my organization had lead to your inconvenience,” she huffed and took a long last sip of her latte.

“It’s not an inconvenience to me,” he laughed while drinking his iced coffee. She hurriedly grabbed his green tea frappachino and took a sip before placing it back in front of Sebastian and smirking at him.

“Stalker.” (Y/N) gave him a short wink before walking about of the Starbucks and making her way toward her college campus to prepare for a short day of intense classes.

Sebastian slumped forward over his newest script, Logan Lucky, where he would be playing a NASCAR driver, and took a long sip of his drink. He finished his first ordered drink and then dropped it into the trashcan beside his table.

Seb Stan: You’re from the south, right?

(Y/N) had tried desperately to lose her southern accent but one night, when tipsy and watching a movie at Sebastian’s place, she let slip one too many ‘yalls’ and said ‘ain’t’ a few too many times as well. He picked up on it quickly and, thinking about it now, he smiled at how free she was when not focusing on managing her accent.

       Cute Neighbor: who told you? 😒

Seb Stan: Your drunk-ass!!

Seb Stan: Tell me about NASCAR 😫

       Cute Neighbor: Seb, I’m in class!

       Cute Neighbor: Since when do you care about NASCAR?

Sebastian smirked and twirled his phone between his fingers, knowing she’d eventually call him when she was free. Slowly, he flipped through the photos on his phone, allowing smiles to creep onto his lips as his eyes landed on her gentle face and soft hair.

Ever since they met three months ago, Sebastian had been completely entranced by everything she had to offer. She was constantly upbeat and playful in her mannerisms. More than anything he enjoyed the realism in their relationship. She wasn’t just apart of his life because of his fame, she didn’t know him because of convenience of status or through mutual friends of celebrity; he met her through proximity and has gotten to know her through the same thing.

“Hey neighbor,” (Y/N) called over the phone.

“Are you outside?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah,” she huffed as though out of breath. “Don’t tell my advisor, but I’m skipping our meeting.”

“Don’t do that, (Y/N),” he huffed lightly.

“I’ll reschedule,” she said. He could almost hear the shrug in her voice. “I’m going to go home and work on a couple of worksheets.”

“Okay,”Sebastian replied. “Are you free for dinner?”

“Oooh, Seb are you asking me out on a date?”

“NASCAR, remember?” Sebastian huffed, unable to hold back the smile forming on his face as (Y/N) alluded to going out on a date.

“Oh right,” she huffed. “Your place or mine?” 

“Mine,” Sebastian called back to her. “Do you want to order food or cook?”

“I can cook tonight,” she said softly. “After all, you have bought me coffee twice this week; it’s the least I can do.”

“Alright, so my place at six?” he asked.

“Sounds good to me.” He couldn’t help the smile rising onto his face.

“Okay then, it’s a date,” he teased with a smirk, a sense of hope lingering in his chest.

“I know what I’m doing, hey! Step away from the stove.” Justin said as he walked toward me with the knife in his hand. “What?” I said as I turned around and saw him pushing pieces of veggies around with it. “You know there’s a spoon right there?” I said crossing my arms and raising one eyebrow. He looked over at me rolling his eyes.
“Chef Bieber is pretty freaking awesome.” He commented 20 minutes later as he shoved a forkful of his “organic” chicken breast in his mouth. No I was the one rolling my eyes. “You pushed a few veggies around and all of a sudden you’re Chef Bieber?” I questioned. “I also chopped them up.” He retorted. “All of a sudden.” I said laughing. “I need a ‘kiss the chef’ apron to wear so you can kiss me every time I cook.” He smiled. “Then I guess you’re never getting kissed because you never cook.“I said laughing as I turned into the kitchen with a stack full of plates. “Don’t hate on me Y/N.” he said sticking his tongue out.

Hide and Seek

Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic. 

Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint. 


Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.

“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.

Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”

And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.

“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”

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Sing For You // Hong Jisoo


the prompts: (1) whenever I think of joshua i get this “boy next door” feel. but maybe have it where joshua or the reader has just moved to the neighborhood and the reader hears joshua play the guitar near his bedroom window and he starts to notice her and play songs that convey his feelings for her. (2) personally i would love a joshua scenario with a flirty josh and oblivious reader cuz!!!! why not!!!

words: 3834

category: fluff

author note: he’s not that flirty in this like maybe a subtle flirt. anyway this is for my older sister, for her graduation gift. I’m proud of you, you loser, and I hope you like this scenario. (good luck choosing between joshua and yuta now muahaha)

- destinee

Originally posted by dinochans


When you and your family moved into that ugly green two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, you assumed there would be no one your age to hang out with. It was the summer after you graduated high school, and you were pleased to spend it leisurely, doing nothing but catching up on the latest Netflix series available. You would start working as soon as the summer was over, and so your goal was to spend as much time as you could enjoying being lazy.

The bedroom you chose was at the end of the hall on the second floor, far away from your parents’ room. There, you could watch Netflix on your laptop day after day, without a care in the world at who was outside (or inside) of your house.

Your mother was sociable, and always on the prowl for new friends she could chat with. That’s how she found Mrs. Hong, who conveniently lived next door along with her son, Joshua.

To say Joshua Hong was cute would have to be the understatement of the century, since he was downright princely in every sense of the word. Luckily, his bedroom seemed to be right across the yard from yours, so you were able to see him from time to time whenever he opened his curtains. He never seemed to notice you when he sat on his window seat to play his guitar. Sometimes, he would crack open his window and you could hear the experimental twang of the strings as he learned new melodies and songs. That wasn’t very often, though.

Usually, Joshua had friends over, and they would play in the in-ground pool in his backyard. You found out he had handsome friends too, and lots of them. Sometimes they picked him up in a beaten up old van. It obviously didn’t fit thirteen boys, so you always watched in amusement as Joshua would squish into the trunk with a few other boys. They were a wild bunch, and loud. They were the soul reason you bought noise-canceling headphones.

Some days, when you didn’t feel like Netflix or the internet, you would watch Joshua and his friends hang out, since it was rather comical to see them playing around. Especially when they had sleepovers at Joshua’s place. Apparently they were fans of truth or dare, unless Joshua really did have a boyfriend named Yoon Jeonghan, as he had shouted out for the neighborhood to hear one night. That was the first time you ever heard him speak, funnily enough. His voice was soft.

Soon, Netflix became boring to you as July found it’s way into the year. You found yourself at your window seat more often than not, watching Joshua as he fiddled with his guitar. He was quieter alone, away from the the hustle and bustle that his friends offered. With his and your windows cracked open, you could hear his gentle voice as he sang a familiar song. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop as you leaned against the window pane. Joshua’s soft voice sang you to sleep that night.


She is the sweetest thing that I know…“ Joshua sang, ”you should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every—dang it!”

He exhaled in frustration as he once again messed up the simplest of chords. Where there was a D, he had played a C. He had never messed up something like guitar chords. He could play a song by ear if he wanted to, as he had been playing since he was in middle school.

He blamed you. Ever since you had moved in a few months ago and he saw you going out to collect mail, his mind hadn’t been the same. He found it cute how you would give the mailman a wide smile whenever he brought a package for you. Often times he didn’t even have to wonder very long what it was that you were so happy to receive, as you would open the package right there in the front yard. He got to see your interests, which mostly consisted of miscellaneous fandom merch or something even stranger like a box of food from who knows where. Although once, you received a tin of cookies and Joshua had considered introducing himself right there just to take a few of those chocolate chip treats home with him.

The point was, Joshua found you rather interesting and pretty, but he was too shy to actually strike up a conversation with you. His mother told him a lot about you, because according to your mother you were always watching Netflix shows or making strange conditions in the kitchen.

Joshua had the developing desire to keep learning about you. He wanted to know more about you, outside of your mother’s opinions and his observant assumptions. However, he wasn’t very outspoken when it came to girls. In fact, he barely even talked to them in high school. Even now, in college as a struggling music major, he didn’t really talk to girls. He was too shy and uninterested. He had his entire life to find someone that made his heart race. For now, he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Your moving right across from him sort of wrecked that plan, however, as now he found his heart racing every time he saw you outside.

As he repositioned his fingers to play the song again, he glanced out the window, towards your house. His curiosity for you was quenched when he realized your window was right across from him, and you were sleeping against the partly-open windowpane. He quirked a smile at your sleeping form.

Had you heard him singing? The thought flustered him, as he wasn’t sure he sounded good. Sometimes he just fooled around on his instrument, and it probably sounded stupid. He wondered how many times you had heard him singing his heart out to Ed Sheeran songs. Then, he cringed as he remembered his favorite activity to do when he felt bored was to freestyle his own raps for whatever reason. Perhaps you would find them funny. That would be a plus, right?

Whatever you had heard, Joshua was going to make sure you heard only the best songs from him. From then on, he kept a mental note that you could be listening to his songs.


You were awoken bright and early the next morning, to the usual legion of boys shouting and yelling.

Did they not know it was morning?

Splashing was quickly heard along with loud voices, so you sat up begrudgingly and looked at your phone. You groaned, Who went swimming at the crack of dawn, anyway?

They were disrupting your precious sleep, and so it was only logical that you would disrupt their precious fun. As desperate times call for desperate measures, you got out of your bed and grabbed the Nerf gun that lay in the messy underside of your bed. After finding a spare dart laying around, you crept over to your window seat and hid behind the decorative throw pillows you had set on the cushions. You pushed open your window and aimed for the first boy you saw near the pool: a tall, dark boy busy slathering sunscreen on his shoulders. You pulled the trigger and grinned as your target met it’s mark.

“Ow! Wh—” he turned around quickly, and locked eyes with you.

You squealed in alarm and ducked behind your cushions.

“Joshua! Your neighbor just shot me with a Nerf gun!”


You peaked your head over your throw pillow and watched as Joshua pushed himself out of his pool and walked closer to your house, his brows furrowed as he looked at your window. Then, he opened his mouth without a sort of Aha! expression. “It’s really early. My mom told me her parents were on a trip so I just assumed she was with them. We should keep quiet.”

You sighed in relief as all the boys seemingly agreed and got out to get some sun instead.

If you were honest, you might have watched the shirtless boys tan for just a bit longer before returning to your bed.


Cause I know that I let you down, but is it to late to say I’m sorry now?“ Joshua strummed his guitar rather recklessly to the Justin Bieber song.

His thoughts were that if he couldn’t speak to you, then he could very well sing to you. At least from his bedroom. He still felt guilty for waking you up on a Saturday at six in the morning. So he thought of the only semi-apologetic song he knew the chords to. If that was Justin Bieber, it would have to do.

He could see you even now, with your head against the windowpane, listening to him. You seemed to be listening casually as you scrolled on your phone, occasionally stopping to double-tap. When he stopped singing and playing, he chuckled softly because you had peeked up and looked over to his window, wondering why his voice had cut off abruptly. He quickly put his head down and waited until you went back to your phone before he looked at you again.

Was there a sort of unspoken communication between you two? He would sing and you would just listen along?

Joshua bit his lip in thought as he mindlessly strummed random chords. Maybe he could sing for you every night.

Before he could begin another song, his mother called him to help her make dinner.


He went downstairs into the kitchen, where his mother was busy tossing a salad. “Can you cook and cut the chicken for me?”

“Of course,” Joshua said, moving over to the fridge to grab the chicken.

“What happened this morning?” Mrs. Hong asked as they both worked together. “I was drinking my morning coffee, listening to you guys play in the pool and then all of a sudden all the noise just stopped.”

“Oh, well apparently Y/n didn’t go with her parents on that trip, and we woke her up. She shot Mingyu with a Nerf gun to let us know that we were being too loud.”

Mrs. Hong giggled and shook her head fondly. “Maybe you should invite her over. She might be lonely during dinner.”

Joshua groaned and turned to narrow his eyes at his mother, “Are you trying to set me up?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Mrs. Hong shrugged her shoulders coyly, “but it would be nice for her to come over and you two to meet properly.”

“I don’t know…” Joshua mumbled, his ears turning pink at the thought that his mom might embarrass him before he got to even properly talk with you.

Mrs. Hong rolled her eyes. “I won’t bring out the baby pictures, just go and invite her over before she starts microwaving pizza pockets or something.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Joshua sighed, making his way out the back door.

The walk from his house to yours felt rather slow for him. Especially since his legs seemed like lead, and his feet were dragging with anxiety as he thought of seeing you face to face.

He stood in front of your pea-green home and lifted his fist, knocking on the creaky screen door.

He heard quick footsteps from inside, and then the door was swung open. It was you, with a bright smile on your face until you saw him. Your smile quickly turned down in disappointment. “Oh. I thought you were the delivery man with my clothes.”

Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Ah… Sorry. I’m Joshua Hong from next door.”

“I know who you are,” you said sweetly. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah. Um, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us? Since your parents are out and everything.”

“Oh!” You looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m going out on a date with this guy from the mall. I don’t have his number to cancel or anything.”

“Don’t cancel!” Joshua said hastily, ignoring the frantic and nervous beating of his heart as he thought of you going on a date with someone else. “If you’re going on a date then go! Have fun,” he laughed awkwardly and turned on his heel, marching down the stairs towards his home.

He walked into the kitchen, his stomach turning as he saw his mother’s hopefully face. “Is she coming?”

“No,” Joshua sighed, going to take the chicken out of the oven. “She has a date.”

The two of them agreed not to talk about you any longer, as Mrs. Hong could sense the melancholic tone in her son’s voice. He was a bit hurt, but he wouldn’t mention it as he sat down to eat with his mother.

The two of them sat down and prayed before digging into their light dinner, easy conversation distracting Joshua from his worry about where you might be going and what you might be doing on your date.

The loud honking of a car suddenly jolted the two. Poor Joshua had been drinking water as it happened, and so he accidentally spilt some of it down his thin t-shirt.

“Go see what that is,” Mrs. Hong told him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry that there might’ve been an accident in their neighborhood.

Joshua obeyed and walked over to the window over the sink, dabbing his shirt with a paper towel as he did so. He peered out the window to see a sleek black car in your yard, honking. Suddenly your door opened and you came outside, your hair flying behind you as you ran over to the car.

“It’s her date,” Joshua informed his mom, “He didn’t even ring the doorbell.”

Mrs. Hong rushed over and tutted, shaking her head. “Where’d she pick him up?”

“The mall,” Joshua said spitefully. “What guy picks up girls at the mall anyway?”

Mrs. Hong patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go call it a night?”

“M'kay,” Joshua said softly. “Thanks Mom.”


You returned home later and tossed your bag onto your bed. You plopped into your window seat and sighed. Your date had been a jerk, and after flirting with the waitress, he had made you pay for the entire meal (which wasn’t any MacDonald’s by the way). After that, he tried to initiate a make out session in the front seat of his car, to which you politely declined.

You opened your window slightly, hoping to hear some of Joshua’s singing. You wished you had just stood the jerk up and stayed with Joshua and his mom. You were sure that dinner would’ve reaped more benefits than the one you had been on.

You heard the sweet melodies of a Shawn Mendes song, followed by Joshua’s soft voice. ”‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman…

You suddenly looked up and met Joshua’s gaze for a second before he finally looked away, still singing.

Had he played that song for you? Did he know that it was a botched date or was the song just a coincidence?

Either way, you grabbed a blanket and curled up in your window seat, letting Joshua’s voice lull you to sleep.


The next few weeks were rather quiet, save for Joshua’s nightly songs. Each night was a different love song, and you liked to listen to them as you feel asleep, imagining he was singing to you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t ever talked, but the words were nothing more than greetings from him, and occasionally his friends, when they saw you outside.

Your parents had returned, yet they were still put most of the time, working. You spent the morning cleaning up the house, and had finished well before noon. Out of boredom, you decided to make cookies.

After a few hours, you were surrounded by cookies and cookie dough, your music blaring loudly with whatever random Spotify playlist you had chosen. In your excitement, you hadn’t realized that you had made literally fifteen dozen chocolate chip cookies, and there was no way to eat them all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling and hollering outside. The boys! You could give them each a dozen to take home and you’d still have two dozen left.

With that decided, you put the cookies in individual ziplock bags and stuffed them all in one of your mother’s oversized grocery bags. You turned off your phone and pocketed it before leaving the house.

The boys were all near the pool again, as they had been since the early morning when you started your chores. With a few steps, you were outside the pool gate, opening the latch and letting yourself into what looked to be an intense chicken-fight competition. There were nine boys standing at the pool edge with their backs to you. They hadn’t noticed your presence, as they were too busy cheering on the four boys in the pool. You snuck beside one of them to see Joshua sitting on the shoulders of the boy you had shot with a Nerf gun just a couple of month ago. His hands were linked with another boy’s, and they both were straining to push the other off.

In the excitement of the other boys’ cheering, you played along. “Go Joshua! Take him down!”

Joshua froze at your voice, allowing the other boy to shove him into the water. Each of the boys turned to look at you, and the one in the pool was the first to speak, “It’s Nerf girl!”

Joshua resurfaced and pushed his bangs off his forehead. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Joshua,” you said with an awkward wave.

The boy you had shot spoke again, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of the punishment, Shua. Jeonghan won so he gets to flick your forehead.”

All of the boys agreed, and so Joshua and the other three boys pushed themselves out of the pool. Joshua walked over to the towels and quickly wrapped one around his shoulders before making his way towards you. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged and held up the bag. “I made too many cookie so I thought I would share. There’s a bag for each of you.”

Suddenly, Joshua’s punishment was forgotten as each of the boys scrambled to get their bag of cookies. They each thanked you, but you could hardly reply after seeing their handsome faces up close. When there was only one bag left, you pulled it out and handed it to Joshua with a soft smile. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Do you want to come swimming?”

The thought of Joshua seeing you in your swimsuit made you blush, but it was hot outside and you were bored. “Sure. Let me go get my swimsuit.”


Joshua thought his ears were going to absolutely burn from the heat that crept up them. Your bathing suit made you look even more stunning, and Joshua was finding it hard not to stare as you smiled and laughed with the other boys. Everyone was taking a break to eat their cookies, which were no longer separated by dozens, but instead passed around and mixed up until nearly all of them were gone by you and the thirteen hungry boys.

“So, what’s it like living next to our Joshua?” Jeonghan asked you with a smirk as he leaned back into the lawn chair.

Joshua groaned, a cookie in his hand. “Guys… don’t bother her.”

“It’s okay,” you answered Jeonghan, ignoring Joshua’s pleas. “When you guys aren’t waking me up, that is. Actually, when you guys aren’t over at all, it’s quite pleasant.”

Jeonghan rose his eyebrows, “Hear that, Shua? She likes it when you’re the only one home.”

“That’s not what she meant—” Joshua started, but he was quickly cut off by all the boys’ suggestive cooing.

“Leave him alone,” you said, your own cheeks aflame.

Joshua found it endearing that you were sticking up for him. In fact, as the day progressed, and he talked more with you, he felt absolutely enamored with you to the point where he wasn’t sure he could hold it in any longer.


After you showered and cleansed all of the chlorine off of your body, you made your way to the window seat. As you dried your hair with a towel, you listened for Joshua’s song through your cracked window, ”Leave this blue neighborhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh, and it drives me wild. ‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, it drives me wild. You’re driving me wild, wild, wild…

The thought that he could be singing to you crossed your mind yet again, and before you could stop yourself, you pushed open your window and hung your head out. "Hey, Joshua!”

Having been staring at his guitar, he jumped when you called his name. The song stopped abruptly, and Joshua turned to see your head out of your window. “Yeah?”

You sent him a smile, “Can I ask you something?”

Joshua opened his own window all the way so he could hear you better. As he retuned his guitar to keep his nervous fingers occupied, he replied, “Shoot.”

“Are you playing those songs for me, or is it just a coincidence?”

Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized that you had caught on to his act. He cleared his throat, “A–Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

As he played his new song, he heard your laugh as it echoed across the way. “Joshua, stop! I wanna talk to you!”

Reluctantly, Joshua did stop. “Yeah. Okay, well, I guess I like you but I didn’t actually know how to convey it. I was sort of hoping my songs would charm you into liking me too.”

You smiled brightly, “Oh, they did. Especially those freestyle raps you sang about how much you wanted tacos.”

Joshua laughed nervously. “You heard that?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “It was cute, though.”

Joshua stared at your confident smile for another moment before biting his lip. “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

“I would love to, as long as you’ll keep singing for me. I expect a rap about how much you enjoyed our date as well.”

“You got it,” Joshua said. “Any requests before I head in for the night?”

You hummed in thought before replying, “How about Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis?”

Joshua’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh. That’s a good one. Okay. Right. Cool. Let’s go.”

He began to sing, and once again you curled into your window seat, listening to his soft voice conveying not only your feelings, but his own as well.

~the end~


OK, ever thought of what would happen if the OT4 lived together???? It can be a poly thing or just 100% platonic but it would be so maJestIc

• Marinette and Adrien are the cooks because Nino can only cook basic meals and Alya would burn the house down. Girl aint good with anything that isn’t electronic rest in pyromania


• Adrien’s never cooked his own meals before but Marinette coaches him and with time hes actually pretty good?

• But the first time he puts the apron on he ends up tying his hands up accidentally because how the frick does string work?

• Marinette goes to help him untie his hands when Nino pokes his head into the kitchen, wiggles his eyebrows and whispers “kinky”

• Good thing he dodged the frying pan Mari threw his way lmaao

• One time the wifi was down for an entire day and Alya had a crisis™

• They spent the entire day trying to distract her with other shit before she finishes all their savings on mobile data in a single friking day

• Alya eats megabytes like no one’s buisness

• Nino and Adrien are super affectionate? They don’t do the no homo thing literally Adrien wants attention and cuddles and Nino? will? provide? He’s been so love starved for so long and Nino knows it more than anyone, he’s very willing to indulge him

• Marinette and Alya are in charge of everything and they try to make sure their homelife is p stable

•Adrien has lots in the bank but he can’t use it yet and also he has no idea how to do these things because he’s lived all his life in a mansion? Nino honestly just knows he doesn’t have any restraint for that responsibility

• Alya and Adrien marathon shows together and you canNOT convince me otherwise

• They read Homestuck in three weeks and once sat through two seasons of Supernatural in a one sitting

• Granted they looked dead after but it was totally #worthit

• Nino hogs up the friking shower like no one’s business and Adrien’s like “even I don’t stay that long? and i model?”

• Marinette and Alya later find out its cause he sings Hamilton in the bathroom like a dork

• Marinette once suddenly became interested in make up

• Cue using the other three as her human practice mannequins

• They all end up with grEat make up tbh? girl’s an artist

• Then Adrien does Marinette’s make up

• It’s #aesthetic and they’re super cute

There’s just so many possibilities and hoenstly i cant they’re so perf?

When You Come Home (Epilogue)

Part OneTwo, Three12 Days

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: The real finale.

Warnings: Just have fun, honestly.

Word Count: 12,303


Wow, you guys. That’s seriously all we can say. Like man, it’s been an adventure of a lifetime, lemme just say that. I mean, we can’t believe we wrote this entire thing (and that alone was so much fun, holy moly), but the fact that you guys enjoyed it?

We’re seriously so emotional. You guys have no idea.

Thank you so much to all of you that joined us on this journey. It’s been such an honor to receive such incredible, touching compliments on a daily basis, and we can’t stress how much we truly love you. Our hearts are so full of love for each and every one of you, and we’re so grateful to have been able to share a part of our hearts (and insanity) with you.

I can’t tell you how much yelling has been going on behind the scenes– Well, I’m sure y’all could imagine, but take whatever you’re imagining and multiply it by ten thousand. All of this yelling has been because of all of you (this is supposed to be a sweet sentiment, just take it, we’re hoarse, omg).

Again, thank you so much for your support, kindness, and love. We love you all so much. Thank you for making us two very happy dorky nerds. You’re all so amazing.

And so it’s with great pleasure that we present to you the epilogue.

- Team GTNW -


As much as you wanted to jump right into the next chapter of your life with the absolute love of your life, you knew it was best to let time run its course. The two of you decided to spend some time apart to just let things rest for a while, to regroup and think about what comes next, to prepare for the journey that was to come.

You’d both come to the agreement that you’d spend the next two months living your own lives, submerging yourselves back in the mundanity of work, giving the universe a much needed break (or rather, maybe the universe needed to give you guys a break).

That was the plan. Except two weeks after your reunion on the fire escape, your phone dinged with a new text message.

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You Trust Me, Right? pt. 3

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you. 

Warnings: fluff, some language

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t)


Part One    Part Two     Part Four

Once Harrison and Jacob were tired of losing to Tom and (Y/N) at chicken fights and everyone had managed to get some degree of a sunburn, the four friends decided to change and then head over to (Y/N)’s room to hang out. Tom and Jacob were the first to fall asleep as the group of friends lounged across the California King positioned in the center of the bedroom. The television drained on as the video they had put in continued.

Slowly, (Y/N)’s eyes drifted over toward the sleeping Thomas Stanley Holland as his recently air-dried hair flopped in loose curls over his forehead. A small smile curled onto her lips and then quickly pulled her eyes away. She got up from her spot on the edge of the bed beside Tom and made her way toward the small kitchen area in the other side of the suite to grab a water bottle from the fridge. Upon turning around, she could see Harrison slip into the room and pull a water bottle from the fridge.

“Hey,” she greeted softly while taking a sip of her water.

“You know he likes you, right?” Harrison questioned.

“Wow, Haz,” she joked, “what a way to ease into conversation.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” he sighed. “Jacob and I cannot be any more obvious in trying to get you two together.”

“Is that what you were doing?” she asked, pretending to be oblivious. “I thought you two were just really hitting it off,” she finished with a wink.

“And I know you like him too,” Harrison continued, knowing if she didn’t get a reaction to her comic relief she would settle into a real conversation. “I mean, I can keep pretending not to notice you slyly checking him out every now and then, but you have to tell me whether or not he has a shot with you.”

“What do you mean ‘whether or not Tom has a shot with me?’” she asked hesitantly while pulling herself up on the kitchen counter.

“Well,” Harrison started, “you would be his first relationship since the Spider-Man fame struck. Things fizzled out with his last relationship because of the fame and focus on work, so there’s that to wonder about, and then there’s the whole issue about social media accepting you and the media not blowing things out of proportion-”

“I’m sorry is this a pep talk or a ‘stay the hell away from him’ talk?” she questioned, genuinely concerned and desperately trying to not come across with an attitude.

“It’s the ‘unfortunately if you’re dating Tom, you’re not just dating Tom’ talk.” Harrison was right but she didn’t have enough time to discuss it with him further because Tom and Jacob were finally awake and wandered into the kitchen.

“What are you losers doing?” Jacob asked as he checked his watch for the time.

“Starving while you were taking a nap, sleeping beauty,” (Y/N) taunted in return.

“Well then eat something, princess,” he teased.

“Why don’t we all go out for dinner?” Tom suggested.

“It’s seven-thirty!” (Y/N) protested.

“And you can’t eat after a certain time because why?” Jacob asked.

“It’s not that I can’t eat after a certain time,” she stated before lowering her voice and finishing her sentence in a mutter, “I just don’t want to put pants on again.”

“Are you kidding?” Harrison laughed.

“No, I’m not kidding,” she laughed and shoved his shoulder in a brotherly and sisterly way only to see Tom’s eyes glance to the ground in her peripherals. “I can cook,” she offered.

“Yes!” Jacob shouted.

“Oh, so now you can agree with me?” she sneered.

“You’re an excellent cook and I can concede to that truth,” he stated before turning to face Harrison and Tom. “You’re going to love her chicken parm.”

“I guess I’m making chicken parm,” she called out from behind Jacob and pointing at herself with sarcasm spewed across her face.

“Well I can go get whatever you need,” Harrison offered.

“And I’ll go with you,” Jacob quickly offered, both boys winking in (Y/N)’s direction behind Tom’s back.

“Wait up guys,” Tom called with a hint of sadness in his voice as he noticed the interactions between his best friend and the girl he had feelings for. Immediately, Jacob and Harrison tried to make up some excuse for them to go alone, but their attempts only sounded like bickering and murmuring over one another.

“Can you stay here with me, Tom?” she asked shyly. “There was some creepy guy outside my door earlier when we got back from the pool and I really don’t want to be here alone.” He turned toward (Y/N) agreeing to stay, and his friends closed the door behind them. “Um, do you want to watch another movie?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure,” he said in reply, immediately regretting how awkward he became when they were alone together. She turned back toward the bedroom and dropped into the bed to channel surf. “Oh, I thought you meant out here.”

“Oh,” she hesitated, her voice faltering through the uneasiness between them, “yeah, sorry, we can go in there if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, no,” he hurried, “I just want you to…” suddenly his timid words stopped and a huge solitary laugh burst out of him. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he sighed, “I can’t do this anymore.” He stepped closer to her and settled himself into the bed beside her, each of them covered in a different blanket she had brought from home. “We both know what’s going on and neither of us are saying anything about it and it’s making us too pathetically awkward.”

“I know this doesn’t help, but you still technically haven’t said anything about what’s going on which doesn’t help you’re point about bringing it up.” Tom couldn’t help but laugh as she buried her hands in the blanket and looked up at him innocently. She had never thought brown eyes were attractive, but she knew the second she saw Tom that her opinion had changed. He had the most entrancing, soft, and kind eyes she had ever seen and in all honesty, those gentle eyes were what made her trust him so quickly and so completely.

“I like you a lot, (Y/N),” he smiled, “and I think you like me too. I knew at some point Jacob was going to tell you; I’m actually very surprised he was able to keep my secret for this long.”

“I’m pretty sure that he would have never told me had he not brought up my fetish for English accents,” she slurred before biting her lips and staring at Tom wide-eyed and blushing.

“You’re what?” he gasped.

“Nothing,” she laughed as he moved closer to her on the bed.

“No, please tell me,” he begged and she quickly got lost in his words.

“No, Tom,” she laughed, “it’s too embarrassing.”

“I won’t make fun of you,” he promised and then sealed the deal with the saying that had floated between them over the past day or so, “you trust me, right?” 

“Okay, fine,” she muttered as a smile crept onto her face. “I have this weird fetish-ly attraction to English accents,” she admitted to which Tom immediately started laughing. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”

“No, I promised I wouldn’t make fun of you,” he chuckled, “I said nothing about laughing.” (Y/N) frowned and put on her playful pouting face which prompted Tom to stretch his arms out to her and pull her against his side. She leaned her head against his shoulder and laughed alongside him.

“I could get used to this,” she smiled. Tom placed his lips lightly on the top of her head and buried his cheek against hers before whispering: “me too.”

Cooking lessons with the Saviour!! 

  • Lucy: Natsu...I can't believe I am saying this are the best what happened to me in my life. You got me into the guild, thanks to you I have a lot of friends and now I found the love of my life...would you marry me?
  • Natsu: Luce...I-
  • Erza: *pops up* Now hold up
  • Natsu and Lucy: ERZA?!
  • Erza: Before you say yes Natsu, I got some questions to ask you Lucy.
  • Lucy: M-me?
  • Erza: How good are you for him? Can you cook? Are you a smart and loyal?
  • Natsu: Erza, you are not my mother.
  • Lucy: Yes I can cook and you know me already! Why you asking?!
  • Erza: *looks Lucy up and down* You got yourself a good girl Natsu.
  • Natsu: Ehm...I know?
  • Erza: Alright, you have my blessings.
  • Lucy: Erza...can you please get out of my bed now?
  • Erza: But it's comfy...