#Joshua Mason x reader

[sunshine-on-marz]

Pls write sm for your favorite lesser-known josh Hutcherson character

i desire to read your insane/pos thoughts about that sad little man

This is absolutely wonderful. Amazing even. ( also @thesockbehindthewashingmachine bc ik this is ur ask. And @canonically-a-genloser bc ur insane abt jhutch with me)

Movie: The Forger

Promt: artist boyfriend and his muse

Joshua Mason x reader

If you haven’t watched The Forger (the josh hutcherson one, bc apparently there’s an action movie with the same name) go watch it

You were sat on the sofa, smiling softly as you watched your boyfriend. “What are you painting?” You ask sweetly as you lean forward. “You’ll see in a second” he says back, looking up at you and blowing kiss, making you laugh. “I love your laugh” he whispers, you blush. He puts his paint brush down and walks over to you. Cupping your cheeks and kissing you. “Not gonna finish your painting?” You ask him, he smiles. “No, I will. Just taking a break” he pulls you closer and kisses you again before sitting you back in your spot. You chuckle and get back into your position to watch him work. It’s another twenty minutes (including some breaks for kisses) before he sighs. “Done, c’mere” he says, gesturing you over to him. He covers your eyes and sits you on his lap before moving his hands. On the canvas was a portrait of you sitting on the sofa. You gasp, “Josh this is amazing!”. He smiles and kisses your jaw “you like it?” He asks softly. “I love it. I love you” you say, you a feel him smiling against your skin. “I’m glad.” He mumbles, continuing to kiss down your neck. Life may not have been great to him, but as far as he’s concerned, he’s the luckiest man alive. Because he has you.

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That Place Above

~Heaven by Calum Scott~

Author's Note: Requested! I already have a story titled Heaven so I used a lyric, also this song gives wedding vibes and it's wedding season soooo. Summary: Luke goes to Y/N's sister's wedding Warnings: none? Word count: 1,426 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

There was something about weddings that Y/N adored. Maybe it was the love in the air, maybe it was the hours of dancing, maybe it was the way people get reminded of what being in love looks like. She’s always gone to weddings single, never once experiencing it with someone by her side.

Except this time. Her sister was getting married and she was the maid of honor. The maid of honor with a date to the wedding. It took a bit of convincing since Luke has only been around her extended family once before. He was nervous to spend the ceremony alone but her brother promised to keep him company. 

She linked arms with the best man, Brandon, as they began to walk down the isle together. Y/N was teary eyed all day, fighting off the tears of joy as she watched her sister get ready for the biggest day of her life. 

The satin pastel pink dress looked stunning on her as she began walking down the aisle with all of the eyes on her. Brandon and Y/N were the last pair to enter the church before the bride and her father came out. 

She was smiling towards all of the familiar faces of her extended family and friends. Many were teary eyed but had wide smiles on their faces. Her eyes landed on the boy that was her’s a few aisles up. He was fighting off a wide grin on his face as he bit his bottom lip. His cheeks were bright pink as he kept his gaze on Y/N. He was the only one ecstatic to see Y/N and not the bride.

He stopped fighting his grin once she was closer. Her hand was dangling beside her as she reached it slightly towards him. He reached his hand over, squeezing it as she walked past him. She looked towards him, smiling widely towards him. 

Meeting his gaze, she felt her eyes get more teary as she looked towards him. He let go of her hand almost as quickly as he took a hold of it. She continued towards the front of the church, parting ways from Brandon as she stood beside the other bridesmaids.

Waiting for her sister to walk down the aisle her gaze switched over to Luke. His lips were curled up in a soft smile as he was staring towards her. Y/N met his gaze and winked towards him as she brushed a piece of hair away from her face.

The music began to play and the guest stood up, she watched Luke stand up and adjust his dark brown suit jacket. Y/N shifted her gaze towards her sister and her father as they began to walk down the aisle together. 

It was a gorgeous ceremony, Y/N was crying the whole time. It was impossible not to be overjoyed over her older sister finally marrying her high school sweetheart. 

“You may kiss the bride,” the preacher said as Joshua gladly took a hold of Lila’s waist and pulled her towards him. He kissed her urgently in the most romantic way. Everyone erupted into applause and whistles as the couple shared a dramatic kiss. Something the couple was always known for, they always had the flair for drama. 

The ceremony was beautiful, but Luke was only paying attention to Y/N. She was the most gorgeous she has ever been. And that was saying something because every time he’s seen her she looks more and more beautiful. But standing up there, holding a boutique of flowers, a soft grin on her lips, she was so stunning. 

The reception was beginning and the bridal party as well as the bride and groom were making a grand entrance. Lila and Joshua couldn’t do anything simply. All of the bridal party began charging into the reception, dancing and putting on a show. Luke was sitting beside her brother, Mason, and the pair were laughing hysterically at the dances. 

It was nightclub music, dramatic Pauly D style beats. The guests began to cheer the loudest when Lila and Joshua entered the reception, the music slowly faded into regular wedding dance music. The bridal party began making through way through the party. Y/N would be lying if she said that she didn’t head directly to Luke.

Her smile widened as she saw him stand up and walk towards her. She quickened her step as she excitedly lunged towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up. “Hey beauty,” he whispered into her ear as he slowly placed her back onto the ground. 

“Hey Lukey boy,” she mumbled as she pulled away from him. He delicately rested his hands onto her waist. “Did you survive without me?” she asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes as he pulled her towards him. She rested her head onto his chest as she stared towards her little brother. Before Luke became Y/N’s boyfriend, Mason was obsessed with the Hughes brothers. So he didn’t mind one on one time with Luke.

“You’re brother kept me company with his sobbing over your sister,” Luke teased. 

“I wasn’t sobbing,” Mason defended as he stood up slapping his hand onto Luke’s back. “It was emotional watching my big sister,” he mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“It was pretty sweet, right?” Y/N offered as she lifted her head to meet Luke’s gaze. He pressed his lips to the top of her head as he slowly pulled away, pulling out her chair. She gladly accepted as she sat down. “Are you boys ready to dance?” she asked teasingly as she watched Luke sit down beside her.

His face scrunched up, “I agreed to that, didn’t I?” Luke mumbled as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. She rested her hand onto his thigh as she smiled towards him.

“It’s okay, once you get a few shots in you, you’ll be dancing up a storm,” she teased. He rolled his eyes playfully as he leaned towards her, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled as he pulled out his phone to take a quick photo with Y/N. She smirked as she tilted her head to the side and rested it onto his shoulder as she smiled softly. He took a few pictures before he pulled it back into his pocket.

~

It was several hours into the reception and Y/N was right. Luke had no problem with dancing after a few shots. Y/N and Luke were always at the center of the dance floor. The music began to slow again as the slow dance for everyone began to start. It was a slow Zach Bryan song began to play.

A grin slowly formed onto Luke’s lips, “Come ‘ere,” he mumbled as he excitedly rested his hands onto the small of her back, pulling her towards him. She excitedly rested her hands on the base of his neck as he pulled her towards him. His thumbs slowly rubbed small circles as he loosely held around her waist. 

Her fingertips ran into the short ends of his curls. Their eyes connected as she felt her lips curl upward softly. 

Weddings were always magical to her but something about being at a wedding with a partner was a different level of magic. Maybe it was the idea that one day, they would be the ones celebrating their marriage.

“I’m happy you invited me,” he mumbled as he scanned her features excitedly. 

“Yeah?” she offered, “You put up a good argument as to why not,” she teased as she tilted her head to the side. He pursed his lips forward as he rolled his eyes.

“We’ve been together for almost a year, I was worried you didn’t want me to come because it’s your sister’s wedding. That’s a big deal. What if I become that random guy in all of your family’s wedding photos. That’d be weird right?” he explained as they swayed along to the music.

“Not weird at all, unless you’re planning on breaking up withe me soon,” she offered half jokingly. 

“Now why would I ever want to do that?” he said jokingly as he leaned towards her, asking for a kiss. She smiled softly before she leaned towards him, kissing him for a few moments. “I love you,” he mumbled against her lips before he leaned towards her kissing her urgently again.

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Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

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New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

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Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

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Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

Clayton Keller

Nick Schmaltz

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Lukas Reichel

Seth Jones

Alex Vlasic

Connor Bedard

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Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

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Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

Rutger McGroarty

Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

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Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

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Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

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Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

Drew Fortescue

Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

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Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

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Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

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Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

[wonlouvre]

hi reyy ❣️ i hope i’m not too late but can i request for a grumpy joshua who’s been pouty all day bc you haven’t kissed him and he doesn’t wanna say anything cos he wants you to do it on your own so hes just being ANNOYING and does all sorts of things to maybe trick you into a kiss and at this point you’ve already caught on but you continue to play dumb just cos you like teasing him and it goes on until he can’t take it anymore and grabs your face and makes out w you 😳 thank youuu 🥰 miss youuu + cant wait for this masterpiece

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pairing: joshua x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of food and eating, a little makeout session ;) word count: 916

💌: annie!! i miss you so much :'( i hope you're doing well! i also hope you enjoy this. i really really loved this request! i had fun writing it :') thank you for your continuous support! <3

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Hong Joshua thrives on your kisses.

Your lips are both the beginning and end of his day. It gives him motivation whenever he feels too tired to face the adult responsibilities of the world and at the same time, it gives him peace once he’s laying down on the bed you share together.

It could be your kisses anywhere and he would be beyond satisfied. You could plant your lips on his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyelids, neck, jaw and, even the back of his ears. Anywhere.

Your lips could also be soft and moisturized or chapped and dry and he would not mind. It would not matter. As long as he’s feeling them against his skin or lips, he could care less.

But now that you haven’t kissed him since he arrived from work, he’s a little disoriented and upset altogether. You weren’t able to kiss him early this morning because you were in deep slumber, tired from coming home late in the evening after hanging out with some of your friends after a long while. So he did the honors instead, leaving a careful (he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep) trail of kisses all over your face before taking off.

It’s not that you’re the first one to always kiss him that he’s confused you haven’t yet. It’s more on you not kissing him at all even though he has glued himself beside your hip as you organize the kitchen cabinets. Of course you greeted him with the smile he fell in love with, but is that it? Is that all?

Where are my kisses? Joshua silently asks, his head tilted to the right as he just stares at you. He’s hoping you would notice and finally look at him. But no, cleaning the dirty and empty mason jars were more important than your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who’s desperate for you to kiss him.

“Shower first before we eat dinner, okay?” You remind him after finally closing the last cabinet. He blinks, bewildered. “Alright?” You repeat and gently pinch his cheek before going to the stove and reheat the dinner you have cooked.

Joshua feels like he’s about to cry.

Meanwhile you, you feel triumphal with the shit eating grin on your face. You’re more than certain your boyfriend would be annoyed, but it would not hurt to tease him every once in a while. You swear it would not be frequent, so for now, you’re going to enjoy it.

Dinner is served and eaten in the living room while a movie is playing on the television. You didn’t fail to notice your boyfriend’s unusual quietness as he eats and not pay attention to your choice of film. But you let him be and do your best to hold yourself back from bursting into laughter.

Joshua finished quickly and immediately set his plate down on the center table. He drank the glass of water served before sighing and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans his chin on your shoulder, thanking you for the food. He’s sincere yet his lips are pouting.

You smile and turn your cheek to him, the tip of his nose grazing against your skin. His eyes brightened, a false hope he believed that would end his agony. But you stand on your feet and gather the dishes to wash.

“I’m gonna clean up,” you say without looking at him. “You go and pick the next movie.”

Joshua just had it. He pulls you back down on the couch, eyes watering and lips trembling. “Baby, you haven’t kissed me today.”

Your eyebrows furrow, but you can't keep your giggle anymore. “I’m sorry?” You ask, pretending you didn’t hear what he just said.

Joshua catches the cheeky sound you just release in an instant and groans. “I can’t believe you!” He tackles you to the couch and pin your hands above your head as you thrash and laugh loudly.

“I’m so–” you try to apologize, but again Joshua has had it and any more seconds that pass without him feeling your lips would make him go crazy. So just like this morning, he takes matters into his hands.

You thrive on Hong Joshua’s kisses.

His movement was quick at the speed of light. Only letting go of your wrists to gently hold your cheeks and slam his lips against yours. Finally, you both sigh as your lips touch and lock in an exchange you have been waiting for all day.

It was a funny prank, but you can’t lie, it was also the worst.

Joshua’s kisses become deeper as you wrap your arms around his waist, hands rubbing against his back. You release a soft moan when he bites on your bottom lip before allowing his tongue entrance. Your boyfriend could only groan, kissing you again and again out of both pleasure and frustration.

“I can’t believe I’m rewarding you after what you pulled on me,” he complains, catching his breath for a while, before diving back down to kiss you again.

You only smile and just kiss and kiss and kiss him back. Your hands travel up to his nape, fingers playing with his hair. “I’m sorry,” you apologize when he pulls back again.

“Sorry is not going to excuse you,” he says, dead serious.

You gulp at his intense gaze and all you can do is shut up when he kisses you again, with more passion and fire this time around.

The movie and dishes were long forgotten.

[sunshinechii-scenarios]

Semi-Sweet III

Uhhhhh...This story still exists LOL. I’m sorry if anyone was reading this and hasn’t gotten an update since May! It’s highkey a rushed ending and I lost all motivation for it TT. Story page here for the previous parts and the baking terms! Also check out our masterlist that’s always updating! 

✿ Seventeen’s Mingyu  x Gender Neutral Reader ✿ Fluff  ✿ 3.8k words ✿ Not Requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿

Last time on Semi-Sweet

“I’m sorry.” She looked down and wiped her wet cheeks with the napkin you gave her earlier.

“It’s fine but I have an idea.” You said as you put the mason jars on the table.

“That is?” She looked more confused than upset with herself.

“No time to waste! We’re wasting time right now!” You readied a few boxes of butter out of the fridge to warm up into room temperature.

“Yes, boss!” You two laughed, you grabbed Kyla the knife block and put it on the table before slamming down a flat pan and started to cover it over with parchment paper.

         “Kyla could you use butter knife to cut off the sides and then the use the cake leveler for the top and bottom?” 

“Alright!” She said before getting into business. You stood on a stool to reach for the round cookie cutters. Looking for one that would fit the top of the mason jar wasn't as hard as you expected, they were all organized by diameter. 

“Two and a half inch cookie cutter. Two and a half, ” you mumbled to yourself until you found the silver circle and grabbed it. You set it down on the counter as you went into one of the industrial fridges for the French buttercream frosting you made earlier in the day and set it next to the butter you bought out. Kyla came over to you telling you that the edges were off and the cake was leveled.

“That's great! Take some butter and put it on the cake.” You handed her the butter. She made a face, not really understanding why.

“It's dry,” you walked over to the sink to wash your hands before poking at a corner of the cake on the table and showed her how it crumbled much easier than a regular cake, “the butter adds the moisture backs in if it's still warm.” Kyla nodded and went to add a layer of butter over the cake while you got the last remaining things you needed. That butter trick was one thing you learned from Mingyu while working here.

         “So what's the plan?” Jun said as he came in and turned over to Kyla slathering the cake with butter.

“We make layered cake jars,” you said to Jun.

“Uh, no offense but we could always make a new sheet of cake.” He eyed the cake again.

“We don't always have to think like that. There's other ways to solve a problem and my way doesn't involve chucking a whole cake into the trash.” You crossed your arms and unconsciously stood in a defense stance.

“Alright, alright. You’re getting all mouthy with me. What should I do?” He said. You smiled and walked him over to the counter.

“This is the French buttercream I made earlier, taste it.” You held out a small spoon for him. Jun looked at you suspiciously before taking the spoon and testing it.

“Tastes like buttercream,” he said, not thinking much about it. It was creamy and smooth, probably smoother than Mingyu’s if he had to argue.

“Right, it's boring. I was thinking about adding flavoring and garnishes to create different combinations of flavors,” you said as you bought out eight glass bowls and began to divide them.

“I planned on doing strawberry lemonade, peanut butter cup, salted caramel apple and, coconut and pineapple,” you said as you listed down the flavors on your fingers.

“Do we even have all that stuff?” Kyla said as she washed off the knife before drying it and putting it back.

“Yes, actually.” You clapped loudly and started ordering Jun around to mix flavors into the buttercream. You took over the cake and asked Kyla to cut up lemons and green apples, shred some chocolate shavings and to toast some coconut shavings in the oven.

         As time passed you three were layering vanilla cake, flavored buttercream, vanilla cake, flavored buttercream and a finishing of fresh whipped cream and the garnishes. Jun decided to color the frosting to make the dessert more appealing to the eye. Pink frosting with a wedge of lemon that was coated in sugar, chocolate garnishes on the already light brown peanut butter frosting, large salt chunks on the caramel lined frosting and thin apple roses that Kyla learned from Joshua and last but not least toasted coconut on the fruity buttercream. The sheet cake made only around 7 of each flavor combination but they looked amazing and you didn't know if your brain could take anymore.

“Bring them out Jun, I think my brain is fried,” you pleaded to Jun, he nodded and pat your back before taking the tray of layered cakes jars to the front. You immediately heard gasps and people adding them to their orders, RoA eventually called Eunwoo over to help her bring the cakes out onto the trays.

“What happened here?” Mingyu and Joshua stepped into the room and saw your tired figure hunched over on one of the counters. Kyla went to explain to them. You wanted to stop her but felt no strength to do so. Seungkwan came into the kitchen with three cups of coffee on a silver tray.

“Special delivery for Jun, Kyla and of course the mastermind!”

“Thanks.” You let your red splotched fingers hold onto the handle and drank the liquid.

         Fast forward a few weeks of sugar burns, powdered sugar all over your black chef pants and a lot of good times. You made by the first month of work and only wanted to seriously hurt Mingyu a few times, ‘what an achievement!’ you thought. You and RoA were hanging out by the front while it was almost closing time and no customers came in.

“Is he always like this?” You said quietly to her, afraid of Mingyu’s scary good hearing. You thought back to when Kyla would whisper something to you and he would hear from across the room.

“Moody and acting like two people? Yea, he always does. It’s hard to deal with his bad side but it doesn’t last for long. His ‘mean’ wall is easier to break than a sheet of sugar.” RoA laughed a bit.

         Mingyu had been noticeably nicer as time went by. His walls melted down like chocolate once it was around the middle of your second of work. He would still shoot you glares every now and then but sometimes he would offer you a taste of his new creation. You were beginning to think he didn’t know his own feelings towards you as his co-worker. You turned back to RoA, remembering your plans you made tonight with Jeonghan.

“Want to come over to celebrate the fact that Mingyu doesn’t have my head on a stick? I'm having some celebratory drinks and food,” you sand the last line in a high pitch in attempts of drawing out an acceptance to your offer.

“I’d love to but I have an essay due tomorrow, it hurts to get your masters degree in business.” RoA hugged you goodbye. She stopped wearing her scarf since it was a bit warmer had on only a wool cardigan over her white button down. Kyla and Eunwoo weren’t here since left before you two due to their shifts ending earlier. 

“Did I hear celebrations?” Mingyu threw his arms around your shoulders. You saw him in casual wear and figured he finished cleaning up the kitchen. RoA’s eyebrow raised at this action, her mind started to run with questions but didn’t want to say anything. 

“You,” you shrugged off his arm, “have selective hearing.” You smacked his cheek lightly. RoA flinched and was ready to plan your funeral but she didn’t need to.

“Do not,” he sneered at you and huffed. RoA rolled her eyes at his childish manner.

“I asked you for the whisk and you ignored me, my caramel almost burned!” You jabbed at his side as your brows furrowed. 

“That's because I don't like you and stop that,” he stuck out his tongue like a little kid and poked a finger in between your brows, “you’ll get wrinkles early.”

“I can’t tell if you two look like siblings or elementary school lovers,” she sighed at the two of you. The two of you wanted to refute but her bus came to the stop and she made a run for it. 

“Good night guys!” She screamed as she ran out, fishing inside her bag for her bus card. Mingyu got his weight off of you and stuck his hands into his pockets.

“So, can I come over for food or what?” He asked as hip bumped you. You heard the rattling of the cafe closing. Mingyu thanked Seungkwan and he wished you two to get home safe. He waved and walked across the street were there was little snow left to be melted away and the grass was green finally after months of cold and harsh treatment.

“When did we get so close?” You said as he turned back to you.

“When you did something right for once,” he said as he kicked the last bit of snow away from the sidewalk.

“Oh yea? What was that and what do you mean for once! I do my work right all the time you giant!” You walked up to him and stared at his face that was a good few inches away from the top of your head. He turned his attention to you and have you the serious face you hadn’t seen in a while.

“When you were able to man the kitchen alone.” A wave of emotions came through you. Sure you’ve gotten compliments from other chefs before but this one wasn't even a compliment. It felt genuine and something out of what you thought Mingyu would ever say to you. You turned away from him to raise your head to avoid your teary eyes from becoming something more like a waterfall. You nodded to him and told him that he was officially invited to come over. Mingyu was happy to be invited, he wanted to see you outside of the bakery. He wanted to see if it was possible for you to act the way you did around the others for him.

         You two made no small talk. Just a quiet walk to his car where he drove you two. His radio was on a current hits station but you didn't feel right singing along. Although, Mingyu did and belted out some off tone notes to break the ice. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him.

“You should have been an idol instead.”

“Are you saying baking isn't my forte?” You looked over at his profile that was focused on the road but made out the raised eyebrow on his face.

“I think baking is exactly what you were made for thank you very much.” Mingyu laughed and thanked you. You felt like you might have said a little too much for comfort.

          When you two finally got to your place, you waited for Mingyu to park while you went to call Jeonghan to come over. You stood outside the lobby, your breath coming up as puffs in the chilly night. The neighbors started to gossip around you, you never came home with a man unless it was Jeonghan. Mingyu finished parking and you waved over to him. He saw your figure in front of the bright lobby of your apartment building and lightly jogged over. The two of you went into the elevator and just your luck a few people had came back from work as well. The elevator wasn't cramped but you and Mingyu were a little too close for comfort. A few people had to push their way through to get off at their respective floors. Mingyu offered to switch places with you so you stood by the wall and he took the impact of people shoving each other. You and Mingyu easily got off at the 5th floor when there was only 4 people left in the elevator. You led him down the hall and found your dark door with golden numbers that read 117. You fished your keys out to unlock the door. Before you opened it, you turned to Mingyu.

“My apartment is kind of small, just letting you know now,” you said as you opened the door and kicked off your shoes before placing them on the rack next to the door. You felt the rough mat you kept in front of your door to avoid outside dirt from coming in. Mingyu did the same and stood aside as you closed the door. He took off his pea coat and hung it on the coat rack. He took into account of your two seater gray loveseat that rested on a fluffy white rug. A single throw pillow was lazily resting against the armrest and a blanket was thrown across the sofa. You kept your walls white and left the dark wood planks alone. He saw your neatly kept kitchen that offered almost no counter space and a gray Kitchenaid stand mixer to match the loveseat.

“Take a seat on the couch, I have someone else coming. I can offer you tea, coffee or if you want to get started on drinking early I have some wine coolers,” you said with your head halfway into your fridge.

“I'll take some water, that's alright.” Mingyu’s words caused you to grab a bottle of water and throw it at him. He caught it but not before

“What,” you said as you harshly popped the cap of your wine cooler harshly against your counter, “scared?”

“I'm not a big fan of how alcohol makes me after a few bottles,” he said. You chuckled before pulling out some take out menus and turning to choose one. The doorbell rang and you asked Mingyu to get it.

“Hey, I got food already and who is this?” You hear Jeonghan's voice as he stood by the door.

“I wish you would have told me you already got us something to eat,” you practically sigh out as you let him into the room. You formally introduced Jeonghan to Mingyu and they hit it off. They talked endlessly about anything and everything, mainly about food. Jeonghan had convinced him to try this fusion hungarian restaurant not far out of town. The night played out with Jeonghan doing most of the talking while you dug into the food and drinks. Music was being played so you bobbed your head to the beats and ate, making a mess.

Mingyu caught you out of the corner of his eye on your phone with a messy face, he laughed before he said something, “you look like a child.”

You rolled your eyes at his words before coming back at him, “you act like one.”

Jeonghan got up and opened your freezer for dramatic effect before saying, “do you want some ice for that?”

“I’ll take some, there's a bunch in the freezer anyway right? Likes overly iced drinks.” You stared at him while you wiped your mouth area.

“How do you know that of all people?” You said with your brows furrows, you don't ever recall having anything but hot coffee around him.

“I told him,” Jeonghan said as he sat down on your couch.

“He actually told me a lot about you.” Mingyu motioned over to Jeonghan who gave you a guilty smile. Mingyu sat next to Jeonghan.

“When did you two get so chummy?” You asked as wiped your mouth.

“He talks about food, I work with food. It’s perfect.” Jeonghan slinged an arm around Mingyu.

“Alright well perfect couple, it’s getting late.” Mingyu and Jeonghan threw protests at your sudden celebration ending.

          Come Monday night and you were ready to leave with the Eunwoo, Kyla didn't work on Mondays and RoA left earlier. Eunwoo filled her name in on the work schedule board for a 4pm shift. You didn’t have the pleasure of choosing your hours yet so you where on a fixed schedule of 5am-9pm on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays.

“Y/N,” you turned to see Mingyu still in the kitchen and not changed out of his work clothes, “you’re staying behind.”

“Am I getting overtime?” You learned to be snarky with him as you got more comfortable. He would get flustered and not know how to answer back but he’s been getting better at it.

“No, but if you'll want to learn you'll stay.” You audibly sigh at him and walk back to the employee locker room.

“Get home safe Eunwoo.” She nodded and walked out of the bakery, the bells ringing sounded the empty bakery.

“Lets get started then,” you say to Mingyu, “what’s the dessert today?”

“Souffle.” You heard a tone of playfulness in his voice. Souffle was the one thing you were nervous about making. Mingyu saw the expression on your face and smiled widely, “it’ll be great!”

          Around half an hour later and you were finally able to start mixing the ingredients. Mingyu gave an overly long and unnecessary lecture on the importance of leveling ingredients and separating dry and wet ingredients.

          He looked at you maneuver your wrist and arms to fold the dry ingredients into the wet. He instantly recognized the technique you were using. This brought back memories he didn’t want to remember. Memories of his ex. Mingyu wasn't one to dwell on the past but easily got upset when he would notice the last bit of their existence in his apartment. He remembered how in love he was, how they always made him happy, how they trusted each other. You noticed Mingyu was dozing off. You quickly dropped the rubber spatula into the bowl and waved a hand in front of his face.

“You’re over flooding your cookies.” You said. He looked down at the cookie. His thinned out royal icing went over the border he made earlier.

“Where did you learn that?” Mingyu asked.

“My cousin taught me.” You smiled and thought back to your cousin, she had introduced you into the world of pastries and had taught you a few tips and tricks. Mingyu put two and two together and boom. You’re the cousin of the girl who broke his heart. Threw it to the ground like a sheet of melted sugar, leaving it shattered.

“I have to go,” Mingyu grabbed his coat and bolted out the door. Leaving you with souffle batter in a bowl and a preheated oven. You decided to continue working without him.

Your buttered the ramekins, poured in the batter and put them into the oven. You left the oven light on while you picked up your phone.

You called your cousin while you watched the oven, hoping that she was awake in her timezone. Luckily, she picked up.

“Hey, do you know a Mingyu?” You asked her. She responded with a quick yes but hung up right after. She texted you, apologizing.

C/N: I'm sorry ma petite (F)/mon petite (M).

Y/N: It's alright, tell me about Mingyu. Why is he so angry at you.

C/N: How do you even know him?

Y/N: I work for him now.

C/N: Small world, I used to work with him too. We dated, Y/N.

You started at your screen, you couldn't imagine your cousin dating someone like him.

Y/N: Did you break up with him or something?

C/N: He actually broke up with me. We both entered a contest together. I won and he got mad.

Y/N: The contest that sent you to France?

C/N: Yes! It's so beautiful here and I don't regret leaving to be honest. I found myself here and found a better love.

Y/N: So he’s just holding a really bad grudge?

C/N: Probably, I don't suggest you pry too much on it. He dwells on the past too much and I suggest you quit as soon as you can.

C/N: I have to go! I'll talk to you soon! Bien Nuit!

You sighed, wanting to ask more but you knew you shouldn't.

          The following days were awkward. You two made no eye contact and the absence of your usual bickering made the others worry. Kyla made effort to make you comfortable in the situation she didn't even know about. You thanked her for trying to help. On Friday night you and Mingyu were on lockup and cleaning duty, great. You scrubbed the area Joshua used today, cursing at him slightly for getting hardened sugar all over the counter. The kitchen was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the fridges. His voice cut the white noise.

“Listen, I'm sorry.” You turned around to see where he was, not realizing he was behind you. You tried to back up but your back hit the counter.

“Mingyu, I don't want to hear it. You’re just angry at my cousin. I get it.” You sighed before turning back around to continue scrubbing.

“Just angry? No, I'm infuriated but,” he turned you around to face him. The grip on your arm kept you in place.

“I'm apologizing to you.” His softened like a puppy that was being scolded and looked at you.

“She won a contest and you didn't. What's wrong are you that much of a sore loser?” You said in a very obvious joking tone in hopes of changing the atmosphere.

“What you don't know is that she stole my recipe.” You where shocked, she didn't tell you that.

“We made an agreement to share the prize and go to France together. I was going to propose to her god damn it!” His fist banged on the table.

You froze in place, your heart felt tight and you wanted to run away. Mingyu saw how scared you looked and get go of you.

“Go sit outside, let me explain myself once I calm down.” He turned to the sink and faced away from you.

When he didn't hear you move he choked out a quiet, “please.”

          You walked out of the kitchen, taking one look back at him before going onto the floor. You sat by one of the windows where the moonlight shined in. The only source of artificial light was coming from the kitchen. You took out your phone and read the messages again. You hesitated to text her when a cup came down in front of you. You put your phone on the table, screen down. Mingyu took a seat in front of you and signed for you to drink. The warm liquid spread around in your mouth, calming you down. You closed your eyes took in the flavor, opening them you saw that Mingyu was anything but calm. He looked distressed, a look you have never expected to see on him. He drank from the cup and put it down.

“What do you know? Actually, what did she tell you.” Mingyu said, there was little to no confidence in his voice. He obviously didn't want to talk about it.

“Mingyu, we don't have to talk about this. We can forget that night happened and go back to how we usually are as complete opposites that make the mood.” He smiled at your words.

“If only it was that easy to forget.” He sipped the drink as he looked out the window. The bustling streets now empty and the moonlight hitting his face.

YEET THATS IT. ITS A BAD ENDING BUT THIS IS THE LAST TIME IM GONNA TRY DOING A SERIES LOL IM SORRY Y’ALL

[sequoiann]

one door down

pairing; joshua hong x reader genre; total fluff + neighbor!joshua + neighbors to lovers!au ? is tht a thing? if it’s not then i shall make it a thing bc yes ahaha word count; 5.4k words

synopsis; you moved in to your new place, and you and joshua first meet when he helps you out with the boxes bc you were taking forever to do it yourself. his room window was kinda directly opposite yours, so cue random paper airplanes flying into your room and you hearing him play the guitar in the mornings. and every other good shit you can think about when it comes to neighbor!josh (happy birthday shua!)

“Here we are, Miss,” the taxi driver spoke gruffly from his seat as the car slowed to a stop. It wasn’t in any sort of annoyed tone, it seemed that his voice was just deep as it is.

You glanced out of the taxi window and a pretty regular, 2-story house was in view. You quickly pulled out a few dollar bills from your wallet, passing it over to the driver first before you got lost in examining the exterior of your new residence.

Thanking the driver and getting out of the car, you hastily grabbed your single luggage from the bunk before slamming the cover back down. You looked up at the house that was somewhat towering over you, it’s V-shaped roof casting a shadow. The roofline didn’t peak in the center as was the fashion in the previous decade, but instead sloped a little to the left. It looked new — not too new, but newer than you had expected. It looked as if it had been rolled off a production line, but they had forgotten to apply the mandatory layer of color to it. The windows were huge and glassy, with a pretty, soft blue tint to it. You walked closer to it and could see the intricate patterns of wood on the walls of the house, although it was a clean white and grey.

You dug for the keys that your mother had entrusted you in your backpack. It was buried somewhere deep in the front pocket, and after a period of rummaging, you finally felt the jump ring, pulling it out along with all the other keys attached to it. You unlocked the main door with a tinge of excitement bubbling in your heart, pushing the door open to meet the place you’d be staying it for a big part of the rest of your life.

Entering the house, you closed the door behind you and lifted your bulky luggage — not wanting the wheels to stain the wood flooring — and shuffled to a corner of the living room, placing it down. Surfaces of white, glossy plastic iced over the kitchen that was situated to the left of the room, granite enforcing the walls in their straight, uninspired monotony. There was a wallpaper of some sort covering the walls of the other parts of the house, providing warmth in some way. The stairs leading up to the second floor was right at the back wall of the first floor, but wasn’t hidden. Every line was clean and straight, the color scheme being cream, white, and grey. With browns.

Your phone started ringing then, and you picked up immediately. It was your mother.

“Yes, Mom, I’ve arrived,” you told her, wrapping your fingers around the handle of your luggage again and walking towards the stairs with some difficulty from the weight.

“Oh, good! How’s the place? Have you explored?” she asked, sounding way more excited than you were.

You grunted softly as you climbed up the stairs, thuds erupting with every heavy step you took. “Kind of.”

You finally reached the second floor and saw 3 rooms in the short hallway. You entered the first one, before letting your luggage down. You huffed, now focusing on the phone call.

“Why’d you get such a big place?” you asked, trying to make it sound not so much of a complaint. You weren’t complaining. “It’s just me in this entire house, Mom. And it’s gonna be so empty.”

Your mother laughed. “Your Uncle Bob is the landlord, I could get some nice discounts from him,” she stated smugly. “Besides, if any of us visits, we could stay over or something. Or maybe your friends would want to. Who knows?”

You chuckled, relenting. “Okay then.”

“Oh, by the way,” your mother started again. “Go greet your neighbors, I heard there’s someone living next door. I’ve packed some of my homemade muffins in your luggage bag.” You could practically hear how proud she was on the phone. She must’ve been talking about the house on the left side of yours that you saw previously. It looked almost like yours, except it was whiter, its roof colored black. You caught a glimpse of warm, orangey lights inside.

“Mom, no!” you protested. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but that just came out as it did. You heard her hum sullenly on the other side of the line, making you rephrase your words. “I mean,” you muttered, quickly thinking of an excuse. “Your muffins are great, Mom, but it’s 11am in the morning, what if they’re still asleep?”

“Who sleeps till 11?” she frowned.

You rolled your eyes. “I know I do.”

“That’s just you.”

“Mom!” you exclaimed. “It’ll be weird to pop by so suddenly. They aren’t even expecting me. I’ll just live a quiet life here.”

“Y/N, they’d be glad! Just go, knock on the door, say hi, pass them the food, and you’re done!” your mother urged.

You sighed. “I’d like to believe I have social anxiety, Mom,” you mumbled softly, crossing your arms as you sat down on the floor beside your luggage, pulling it down so that it was lying down in front of you before unzipping it with one hand, using your feet to hold it down when it moved. It definitely wasn’t a ladylike sight, but you didn’t really care. Luckily, the luggage didn’t move much due to its weight, so unzipping and opening it with just one hand wasn’t too much of a chore.

“Where did you put it?” you asked your mother, scanning through the overstuffed luggage. You were grateful nothing came spilling out, thanks to the seatbelt-looking things that formed an X over everything, holding them down.

You could visualize your mother’s expression lighting up. “The corner, I think!”

Your hands immediately fly to all four corners of the luggage, and you saw the mason jar of cookies and muffins.

“Found it,” you told your mother, scrutinizing the glass for any cracks, and at the same time peering into it to check if the food were still… well, intact. They fortunately were.

“Great! Now get going, before the moving truck gets there. You’re gonna be busy once it does.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ideas were forming in your head, all seeming quite possibly done.

“I’ll be checking the next time I go over, don’t eat it yourself and don’t hide it either!”

“Yes, Mom, I got it,” you droned. Your cover’s blown.

The call ends there after you two say your goodbyes, and you sighed, looking at the mason jar in your hands. A cute, yellow ribbon was tied on top, and you could tell your mother had put in quite a lot of effort to make it look nice.

Not wanting to let her handiwork go to waste, you stood up, leaving your opened luggage on the floor and going back downstairs. Your hand casually goes to your pocket, making sure your keys were in there before leaving the house and heading over to your neighbor’s.

You couldn’t help but stare when you saw the lights coming from deep inside of the house; somewhat at the back of the living room, if you guessed right. The warm lights contrasted really well with the white exterior and interior, and the design of the house was really simple but futuristic and sleek. Its lines seemed even cleaner than yours, if that was possible.

Tugging on your denim jacket, you walked up to the doorstep, the dark door seeming more intimidating than a regular door should look like. You gulped, your eyes scanning the door as if the spot you picked to knock on would make a huge difference in the person answering it. You took a breath and recited the lines you had to say a few times in your head, before knocking on the wooden door, your knuckles making a sharp, not-too-loud thudding sound. There was silence as you stood there for a while. Your ears perked up to try to pick up any sounds of someone walking towards the door, but there was none.

You internally whooped — the owners were probably out. But if so, then why would the lights be on?

You brushed it off and was about to walk back home when you heard someone call from inside, “Coming!”

The voice was a little rough and obviously belonged to a man. You heard footsteps hastily making its way down the stairs, and you suddenly had the urge to run. Run? Why run?

Before you could even think any further, the door swings open, and a guy stands in front of you. He looked slightly haggard, wrinkles lining his forehead and the corner of his eyes, but he didn’t seem too old. Just the dad-age.

Your practiced lines of introducing yourself came out as a jumble of words, which led to you shutting up and simply handing the jar of food to him. He frowns slightly.

“May I help you?” he asked, and you quickly snapped out of it.

“Oh! Um, I’m so sorry,” you rambled. “I’ve just moved in next door, and my mother wanted me to give you those,” you told him, gesturing over to your house. He leans out a bit to look over to your place, his eyes widening slightly in realization.

“I see,” he said, his voice monotone, a subtle smile on his lips. “Welcome to the neighborhood then.”

You smile. “Thank you, sir.” You looked past his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the inside; it looked as good as you had presumed.

The man lifted the mason jar. “And thank you for these, sweetheart. Help me thank your mother too.”

You nodded, not removing the smile on your face and feeling yourself lighten up at the endearing term he used. “Will do.”

You briskly walked back into the warmth of your house after that, feeling relieved that it wasn’t a grumpy old shag that was living next door. Even thinking about it seemed horrible. You took off your jacket and hung it on the wooden coat rack standing beside the main door, locking the door before going back upstairs.

Unpacking whatever you had in your luggage took everything off your mind soon enough. You had put your music on shuffle, playing it just loud enough for you to hear it. You didn’t want to blast it too loud — it definitely wasn’t a good idea to disturb your neighbors on your first day here. The house was pretty well-furnished, and you had cabinets and closets already built in. Once you unbuckled the X-shaped belt in your luggage, whatever clothes you had packed inside started toppling out, which means you had to refold everything, except for the jackets and coats that you were going to hang up. You sighed and began folding and stacking them up before moving them into your closet.

Lunch was a quick bite of cup noodles which you had brought along, and the moving truck arrived right after you were done with your meal. You left the empty cup (which was a quarter filled with water and seasoning) on a corner of the countertop, hurriedly washing your hands before rushing out of the house.

The driver from the moving truck hopped down from his seat, raising a hand as a greeting when he saw you before starting to pull your boxes of stuff out of the back of the vehicle.

You jogged over, hugging a box of unexpectedly heavy stuff that he passed to you. You muttered a quiet ‘thanks’ before making your way back, kicking your main door open and lowering your stance before dropping the box on the ground beside the coat rack. It was only the first box and your hands already felt like they were burning. You had like, eleven boxes left. 

Giving yourself a mental note of encouragement, you headed back out to see the driver unloading the boxes and stacking them up on the sidewalk. You internally wanted to beg him to help you bring some to your doorstep, but you didn’t dare to. Therefore, you had to bring every of the remaining eleven, weighty, burdensome boxes into your house by yourself. You felt tired just thinking about it.

“Sorry I can’t help now,” the driver suddenly spoke apologetically just as you were about to walk back with the second box in your arms. “I’ve got another house to get to after yours.”

Oh.

You nodded in understanding before he climbed back onto his truck and drove off. Sighing in defeat, you stacked the box you were holding on top of another box, attempting to carry both at once to shorten the time needed to get the job done. The second box was blocking your line of sight entirely, so you relied on looking on the ground to find your way to your door.

The box on top suddenly wobbled slightly due to your shaking hands, and you panicked, causing it to waver even more.

“Shoot!” you exclaimed aloud as it lost its balance and fell off to the side.

However, it was caught by someone else who was apparently beside you right when the box fell.

“Woah there,” the man muttered, the box falling perfectly into his arms. You felt yourself breathe again after he caught it. You looked up at him. The man was donning a pair of sweatpants with a dark blue checkered flannel over a white tee, and had hair of a light caramel color, the straps of a black backpack slung over both of his shoulders. His eyes weren’t extraordinarily large, but the brown orbs seemed so gentle that you wanted to stare at them forever.

“T-thanks,” you stammered, unsure of what to do.

“You’re the new neighbor?” he asked, and you nodded, slightly puzzled.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing over at your house. “I just moved in today. I mean, I’m moving in. Kinda. I’m trying to.” You let out a tired sigh as your eyes traveled to the pile of boxes.

Joshua chuckled lightly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Joshua, I live right next door.” He nodded towards the sophisticated white house you had visited earlier, and you blinked.

“You are?” you quipped. “I went over just now, and someone else opened the door… A man.”

Joshua nodded. “Must’ve been my dad. He doesn’t stay with me, but he comes over sometimes.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’. “I’m Y/N. Hi.”

Joshua stifled his laughter at your awkwardness. “Hi,” he responded. “You seem like you need help with the boxes.”

“Oh, right, the boxes,” you said, remembering your task as you looked at the scattered boxes on the sidewalk. “I mean, I don’t want to bother you, but…”

Joshua smiles, his eyes forming little crescents as he walked towards your house with the box he had in his arms without saying anything. You walked alongside him, entering your house first and placing the box down beside the first one.

“Just leave them here for now,” you told him, and Joshua nods, placing his box on top of another.

“Give me a sec,” he told you suddenly. “I’ll be back in a few.”

You were confused, but didn’t question him as he ran back to his house. You walked back out and picked up another box, and Joshua came running back out a few seconds later. You realized his backpack was gone now.

“That was fast,” you commented as Joshua carried 2 boxes at once. He merely smiled.

So it went on like that, the both of you going back and forth and bringing the boxes in. You two talked quite a bit for a first meeting, from telling each other your ages to discussing your hobbies. He was just a year older than you, you found out.

“That’s all of the boxes, right?” Joshua asked as he placed the last box down in your house, and you nodded.

“Yep,” you confirmed as you glanced outside one last time to make sure nothing was left on the sidewalk. You looked back at Joshua, smiling gratefully. “Thanks a lot. I would’ve taken forever if not for you.”

Joshua chuckled. “No problem,” he said, adding, “You probably would’ve broken some stuff too.”

You laughed, humming in acknowledgment. 

“Mhmm. You should go back before your dad starts questioning why you’re here for so long,” you said, and Joshua laughs.

“Sure,” he said, stepping out of your house. “I’ll see you around, right?”

The corners of your lips couldn’t help but turn up, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink which wasn’t very noticeable. “For sure.”

You brought up some of the boxes into your room, those that contained the stuff that belonged in your private space.

When you walked past your room window, the outside caught your eye. You realized that there was a window from the house next door facing yours, and it was so close it seemed like you could just jump over.

What was even more surprising was that in the room, on the wide bed that was situated in the center of it, was Joshua, still in the same clothes you saw him in, his legs crossed on the bed. A guitar was on his lap, one of his arm resting over it as the other hand pressed down on the strings. He started strumming lazily as if he wasn’t really sure of what he was playing, but the melody still made out something.

He suddenly stopped strumming before looking up, his eyes meeting yours. You felt your heart stop.

“S-sorry!” you shouted across although he would probably be able to hear you even if you spoke in your normal volume. You felt heat crawl up your neck. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You were preparing yourself for him to be angry or show any signs of negative feelings, but none came. Instead, surprise washed over his features, before a smile appeared as he placed his guitar down on the soft mattress, walking over to the window.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, obviously surprised. “That’s your room?”

“Kinda…?” you droned, looking around. “There are 3 rooms in this house and I’m the only one living here, so…”

“Oh,” he muttered in realization. “Cool! We can talk like this.”

You laughed. It definitely was cool.

Like a Romeo and Juliet thing.

Your friendship with Joshua blossomed a lot over the next few months, and you honestly owed your thanks to the fact that you two were literally living side-by-side. One push of the windows and you two could talk about anything and everything like there was no tomorrow. You two could chatter about the smallest of matters to having deep conversations late into the night, when you would sit down on the elevated marble platform that was built right at your window, your back leaning onto the wall and your legs stretched out. You’d open the windows entirely regardless of the fact that you were at the risk of just falling over, but you knew it wouldn’t happen as long as you didn’t fool around. Joshua would pull a chair over to his window, elbow propped on the silver frame, his chin rested on his fist as he listened to you speak. 

You never noticed it yourself but Joshua looks at you like you placed the sun, moon and all the stars in the sky.

Paper airplane conversations became a thing, too. You were the one who started it, actually, and you didn’t really expect him to play along. Your desk was right beside the window, so in the middle of doing some stuff, you grabbed some used papers that you didn’t need, writing a short ‘yo’ on it with a fat, black marker before folding the said paper into an airplane. You then threw it towards Joshua’s window, the airplane easily gliding gracefully through the air and into his room.

He was so confused at first at the arrival of the inanimate object, but he saw you at your window, smiling cheekily. He laughed softly, shaking his head and picking up the airplane. You gestured for him to unfold it and he did, before chuckling to himself again. Joshua took a sheet of paper from his desk, scribbling something on it and flying it over to you. You unfolded that and it read ‘you’re such a child’.

“Excuse me?” you spoke, and Joshua laughed.

“You’re excused,” he joked.

That led to the both of you constantly flying paper planes into each other’s room at random times of the day, whether the other party was in or not. There was once when Joshua wasn’t home, you folded tons and tons of paper planes, flying them all into his room and covering his entire bed and floor. You couldn’t see Joshua’s expression when he entered the room due to the limited view of his room that you could see from yours, but you could visualize how surprised he was from his exclamation of “oh God, oh wow!”. You nearly fainted laughing at the mix of shock, surprise, and mock anger in Joshua’s expression when he saw you at your window, giggling to yourself.

He got his revenge on you soon enough, though. He did the exact same, except that he revealed that he wrote something in one of them. You couldn’t stand the suspense, so you spent an hour unfolding every plane, and in the end, it was just a ‘hola muchacho’ that was written in one of them.

You literally marched to Joshua’s doorstep and tackled him to the ground.

But there was this really sweet side to him too, which sometimes made you question how someone could be this balanced in nature.

You would wake up every day to Joshua playing his brown, ordinary guitar at about 10am in the morning, its soft, acoustic tunes lulling you awake, and sometimes even helping you to fall asleep at night when you can’t. You’ve never slept so well before, you’d dare say. His mellow, soothing voice that rarely accompanied his guitar-playing was indisputably music to your ears. You loved how he stayed so lowkey about it. Once you woke up, sitting up on your bed with your messy, disheveled hair and half-open eyes, you’d, more often than not, hear Joshua chuckle at your unkempt appearance, then greet you with a gentle “Good morning, sleepyhead”.

But of course, there were times when you’d just drop back onto your bed and close your eyes, and that would be when Joshua would start strumming his guitar noisily, one of the only times when you’d say that the guitar playing sounded horrible.

“C’mon, wake up! We’re supposed to go out today!” you’d hear him say, resulting in a tired groan for you because you’re just that lazy.

“Can we postpone it?” you asked hoarsely, your morning voice still apparent.

“Nope.”

“Hmm.” You were already drifting back to dreamland.

When Joshua becomes helpless, he’d make the effort to go downstairs, walk over to your house, unlock your door since he has the spare key, come upstairs into your room, and then sit by your bed, annoying you in the most gentle way possible (it doesn’t even seem possible but Joshua does it) until you get up.

But there was this once when you overslept into the afternoon. You got confused when you woke up and the clock on your desk showed 12:13pm, and after coming to your senses you stood up, going to your window and looking over at Joshua’s. To your surprise, his windows were closed and his curtains were drawn.

“Hey, Joshua!” you whisper-shouted, sleep still lining your voice. No replies.

You started getting worried. His window hadn’t been open since yesterday night, and you had merely thought that he was staying out with his friends till late, but he wasn’t one to sleep in until the afternoon.

The uneasy feeling in you was eating you up. You quickly washed up and changed out of your pajamas, before going downstairs and hurriedly walking over to his house. You noticed newspapers from the past 2 days peeking out from his mailbox and grabbed those. After getting no response from knocking on his door a couple of times, you unlocked it with the key you had, before placing the newspapers on his countertop and rushing upstairs, your heart beating slightly faster than it should.

You pushed down the handle of his room door, carefully pushing the door open. His room was dim, almost dark, minimal sunlight peeking in through the tiny gaps of the maroon-colored curtains. Joshua was lying on the bed, on his side, his blankets pulled up to his waist. You couldn’t help but stare. His features were much softer when he was asleep, the lines that usually creased the corner of his eyes and eyebrows replaced by a youthful, dove-like appearance. His chest slowly rose and fell in sync with his shallow breaths, serenity plastering itself across his face.

You closed the door behind you and soundlessly walked over to him, gently placing your palm on his forehead. Nope, he wasn’t having a fever. Your eyes caught sight of a few prescribed pills on his nightstand, and you realized that he was having a cold.

Joshua suddenly stirred in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open. There was blankness in his eyes for a moment as he slowly took in his surroundings and the fact that you were in his room. He hummed softly, his voice sounding scratchy, and he slowly sits up.

“Y/N?” he slurred. His hair was standing up in all directions, making you chuckle and attempt to flatten them. “Why’re you here?”

“Because you have some explaining to do,” you said in mock annoyance, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

Joshua smiled, although he still didn’t seem fully awake. “It’s just a cold.”

He had zero idea that you had overslept because he didn’t play his guitar. 

“That’s still being sick.”

Joshua hummed again, nodding in resignation. “Yes, yes, you grandma.”

You brazenly cupped Joshua’s face with your hands, scrutinizing him. “You look dreadful.”

“Do I?” he murmured, looking around for a mirror.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter because you’re too good looking when you aren’t sick,” you pointed out, snickering.

Joshua chuckled, his eyes forming the mini crescents that you loved. “Why, thank you.”

You chuckled too.

“Have you taken your meds?” you asked, and Joshua nods, a little unsurely.

“Yeah, just. I think.”

“Good. Now go back to sleep,” you said, your hands intuitively and gently pressing down Joshua’s messy hair. “This is the only time I won’t be disturbing you,” you told him impudently.

Joshua smiled, lying back down, but his hand was holding onto your wrist. “Are you going back?”

You shrugged. “I’ll probably keep you awake if I stay,” you said, chuckling. “You know how noisy I can be.”

Joshua shook his head. “That’s fine. You keep me awake all the time anyway.”

You laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I think about you a lot.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the unanticipated answer that you received as you looked away from him, heat blossoming in your cheeks. “I think your medicine has some weird side-effects.”

Joshua chuckled. “No, it doesn’t. I’m telling you the truth.”

You were so embarrassed you wanted to bury your face in something, anything.

“I like you, Y/N. I really do. I’ve liked you ever since you started flying your little airplanes into my room. I love your laughter, how your head kinda hangs back when you laugh really hard. You’re just so…” Joshua trailed off, and his gaze softened, his eyes practically twinkling, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. “So beautiful.”

You tried to bite in the wide smile that was forming on your lips, burying your face in your hands, your back facing him. “Joshua, you know I can’t handle these kinds of things,” you mumbled. His laughter rings in your ears. 

Your heart was palpitating so fast against your chest, you could literally feel the thumps on your ribcage. You liked him too, you liked him so much you would space out and think about him at random times, and then start smiling to yourself. You loved how he was so playful but so kind at heart. Even your mother liked his personality --- she herself had been trying to push you to him everytime she comes over.

“That’s fine. I’ll make it easier,” he said. “Do you like me back? You just have to say yes or no.”

“You ass,” you said, your cheeks sore from smiling. “I can’t not like you even if I wanted to.”

Joshua beamed in content, before pulling you lightly towards him. You ended up lying right beside him, his face intimately close to yours. Even being this near to him, you couldn’t seem to find any flaw in his features. His eyes practically held the galaxy in them, his lips pinkish and slightly chapped, his skin having the tiniest of bumps on the corners of his nose. Even that seemed cute. Joshua chuckles softly after noticing how your eyes weren’t looking at his.

“You’re adorable.”

He lightly presses his lips to yours, the lips you’ve been dreaming about. It was as soft as you have expected it to be. A rosy hue played on both of your cheeks after he pulled away.

“You’re sick, Joshua,” your reminded — but not that you really cared about that anyway.

“Oh. Right. My bad,” he muttered, his thumb caressing your lips gently. “I think I’m better already anyway.”

The both of you started going over to each other’s houses more often than you should, so much so that it was almost possible to just sell the house you had and live with Joshua.

Joshua started cooking quite a lot for you, even though he wasn’t the best chef. You always laughed to yourself when you saw him in the kitchen with an apron, commenting on how motherly he looked. He would proceed to strike a few poses sometimes, and when you whip your phone out of your pocket, he’d immediately return to the stove and act aloof. He mentioned about spotting the empty cup of noodles the first time he came into your house (aka when he helped you with the boxes), and nagged about how unhealthy it was for your body. He was so caring; he’d always check on you over the smallest matters, like if you got to work safely when he can’t send you himself, and even making sure you don’t give in to your cravings and feed yourself ice-cold drinks when you’re on your period because he knew you’d have horrible cramps if you do.

“Just a sip, Joshua!” you argued, reaching for the can of cola as he tiptoed, raising it up and away from you, shaking his head persistently. 

“You’re gonna be rolling in bed and sobbing at night, so no,” Joshua said, putting the can to his mouth and drinking it himself. You pouted, and he couldn’t help but titter, abruptly placing his lips on top of yours for a moment. You could taste the negligible amount of the drink from his lips, the slight fizziness bubbling on your tongue.

“There,” he teased after pulling away. “That’s a sip for you.” 

You tried cooking breakfast for him once too, and he actually woke up because of the smell that wafted through the air in the house. You didn’t even hear him coming downstairs, so you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his hands snake around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you felt his breath on your neck.

“You’re not supposed to be up so early!” you exclaimed, and he chuckled.

“Sorry,” he apologized, placing a quick peck on your cheek before peeling himself away from you.

“Try not to burn anything, babe,” he joked.

“It’s just eggs, Shua,” you told him pointedly, pretending to be offended. He laughed.

“I know. But thanks. Love you.”

You snickered. “Well that was random, but love you too.”

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